Together Part One

Together, seventh in "Living"

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and 98 Degrees are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers. Five of the sex scenes are for Diamond, who asked for them.

Notice: There are six stories that come before this one. Read those first. I'll wait.

Warning: "Together" includes depictions of, discussion of, and references to, consensual incest.

Together we have seen -"The Answer to Our Life"

"Together" Part One:
Let's get on with the show (let's get started) -"Everyone"

I hear your voice / And I start to tremble -"How Did I Fall in Love with You"

Brian's teeth nipped at the soft flesh of Nick's earlobe, creating a slight sting of pain. Nick gasped and tilted his neck, offering himself to Brian's attention. Brian's short nails raked down Nick's side, distracting him while Brian bypassed Nick's neck for the briefest nibble by his right nipple.

Frustrated by Brian's change of plans, and disturbed by the pleasure from Brian's teeth, Nick moved restlessly. One hand caught Brian's chin and pulled Brian's mouth up for a kiss.

Brian nibbled on Nick's soft lower lip.

He didn't know how Brian knew. How Brian knew when to do this to him, when to bring on that slivered edge of pain. He didn't ask for it. Brian just gave it to him without fanfare, without words. If he would ask for it, Brian would do it, but he didn't need to ask. Brian knew. Brian offered.

Maybe it was one pain to distract him from another. Nails distracted from teeth. Physical pain distracted from emotional.

He'd been missing Drew today.

Jeff hitched up his pants and strolled over to Nick's side. "Hey," he said, leaning beside Nick against the railing, looking over the water.

Nick grunted.

Jeff scratched his jaw.

Nick shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Jeff waited.

"How is he?"

"Okay."

Nick's eyes cut left.

Jeff acknowledged Nick's glance with a brief nod.

Nick looked over the water again.

Jeff leaned closer incrementally.

Nick tried to inhale unobtrusively. Jeff smelled like sex and Drew. He closed his eyes.

"If we don't do it now-"

"We'll do it later!"

"Later? Later when? When later?"

"We've had this planned for-"

"I know. I know. We need the break, you want to-"

"We need the break, yeah, we need the break."

"We also need to shoot this video!"

"We've been running nonstop for-"

"I know! I'm just as tired as you are. We all need a break. But we have to shoot this video."

"It's going to be a few days. We'll still have time to-"

"Bullshit! We said a week, one week, one week, do you have any idea how short that is?"

"What do you want us to do? Not shoot the video?"

"We can schedule it-"

"We can't! It's now or it's-"

"Guys-"

"It's okay for you, it's all great, you have each other around all of the time. What about me? What about Lance?"

"I'm not saying-"

"We can always-"

"Shut up!"

"Don't say that to him!"

"Uh, I can defend myself here, JC."

"We're supposed to be professionals!"

"We are! Even professionals take a day off now and then. Professionals know when they need to take a break, and we need a break."

"We have been working twenty-four hours a day for a year."

"I need a break. You need a break. We all need a break."

"We can take off a few days after the video!"

"We're not shooting a fucking video! If we are, we're shooting it without me, because I'm going to be in Kendig with Howie!"

"We've been planning this week off for months."

"We've been trying to schedule this video for months!"

"Guys, it'll be three days. That still gives us four days to hang out and relax."

"We're not doing it."

"It's not all up to you."

"It's not all up to you, either!"

"We're working together. We're not doing something because you say yes, and we're not not doing something because you say no. We're a group here. Let's act like it."

"Thanks for the pep talk."

"I'm on your side!"

"Don't take sides!"

"The sides are taken. Get on one."

"JC and Justin want the video. Lance and I want to keep our week. What about you?"

Joey looked from one pair of friends to the other. He swallowed. "We could shoot the video with AJ and Howie in it," he suggested weakly.

Everyone snorted in disgust and walked away from him.

"Hey, baby. How you doing?"

Drew laughed. "Hi, Nick. Don't call me that."

"Miss me?"

"Yes. Let me talk to Brian."

"Hey!"

"Just for a minute. Please?"

"Rrr. Hold on." Nick rolled over and handed the phone to Brian. "Andy wants you."

"Don't call me that!" Drew said.

"Hey, Drew."

Drew felt warm. He closed his eyes and slid down a little on the sofa. "Hi, Brian."

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Salzburg went okay?"

"Yeah. That interview in that garden. The The Sound of Music garden. There were too many people. The police went nuts."

"You're okay?"

"Yeah."

"It's going to be okay tomorrow."

"I know." He tugged at the hem of his boxers.

"Are you guys talking about it?"

"Nick won't. Justin does. He's so strong."

"You're strong."

Drew was quiet, feeling Brian's love.

"What about Jeff?"

Drew inhaled. "Brian."

"Drew. I know."

"What?"

"I know. He talked to me. I talked to him."

"He told you?"

"I asked him."

"You..." His eyes were open now.

"I had to. Are you okay?"

"Why?"

"You needed it."

There was an undercurrent of anger in Drew's tone that he hadn't expected. "I needed you."

Brian didn't react to it. "Soon."

"It's not... I can't..."

"He's there and we're not. He loves you, he can take care of you for us."

"I can take care of myself."

"Everybody needs help sometimes."

"Give me the phone. Give me the - - give me the phone! Drew? Don't listen to him. He's stupid. Brian, be quiet. I'm talking to Drew. Drew, ignore Brian."

"Nick-"

"No. Listen to me. You're going, you're going to be there, and I want you to have somebody there with you. We can't be there. Jeff can be."

"It's not... I don't need that."

"When have we not known what you needed?"

"It's not sex! I don't need sex!"

"I know. You need someone to be with you and love you and comfort you. You need someone to love you, and Jeff can do that."

"You can do that."

"Not from here."

"From anywhere."

"He's being sappy. You talk to him. You're good at sap."

"Drew, it's not like that," Brian said.

"Why am I mad at you? I'm the one who had sex with Jeff. You should be mad at me."

"We're not mad. I asked him to."

"And he just said yes?"

"He understands."

"Poor Drew's upset, give him a blow job and he'll feel all better," Drew muttered.

"It's not like that."

"I know." Drew rubbed his forehead, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Drew?"

Drew sighed and leaned back again. "Yeah?"

Brian hesitated. He glanced at Nick.

"Go ahead," Drew said. "Ask me."

"What did you do with him?"

Drew closed his eyes and smiled ruefully. "You want me to tell Nick so he can tell you later in his own unique words?"

Brian handed the phone to Nick.

"What?" Nick asked. "You made Brian look embarrassed and horny."

"You want me to tell you what I did with Jeff?"

"Are we having phone sex? Hold on, let me get comfortable." Brian reached over and opened his jeans for him. He tossed Brian a smile of thanks and leaned back against Brian's shoulder. "Okay. Tell me. How'd he do it? He just walked in and pushed you on the bed?"

"He came in, and we...had this little talk. About everything we'd almost lost."

"Oh, don't talk about this, I can't get hard if you talk about this."

Brian rested his cheek against Nick's hair. Nick reached back and ruffled Brian's hair.

"We started talking about you and Brian. How much I miss you. How much I need you."

"Drew has needs," Nick said. "Here comes the good stuff."

"Yeah. He started getting that look, the 'hey aren't I sexy' look."

"Jeff knows how to work it."

"He was just getting started."

"Keep going, keep going."

"I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden he was sitting a lot closer. He was talking about how people need comfort and release, and I know it should have sounded corny but his eyes were having sex with me and I swear the room temperature was twenty degrees hotter."

"And you jumped him."

"No. You would have jumped him. I just stared at him and tried to think of an escape route."

"You'll learn."

"I know...I know that you...you had an agreement. We had an understanding. But I..."

"Drew, it's okay."

"It feels like cheating on you. It is cheating on you."

"One night."

"One night's one night too many. And that's two nights, anyway."

"You didn't have sex in Paris. You just made out with him."

"Oh, as long as we were just making out, that makes it okay."

"Don't be a sarcastic Drew. You're just mad that you're not living up to the pure Christian American standard. Shit on that. You love Jeff."

"I'm married," Drew said forcefully.

"Does that mean you're going to stop seeing me?" Nick snapped.

"Don't joke about that. It's not the same."

"Are we having a fight?"

Drew hesitated. "I hope not."

"You made out with Jeff for ten hours one night in Paris. And now you've...you what? What did you do with him?"

"We..."

"Had sex. Yes. What kind of sex?"

"He put his..."

"Tell me tell me. He put his what? Cock? Tongue? Hand?"

"He made love to me."

Nick inhaled sharply.

Brian was dying to know what Drew had just said.

Nick coughed. "Holy shit! Tell me right now."

"And he..."

"What? What?"

"He gave me a blow job."

"He put his mouth on your cock? That's my cock! Oh. Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean that. Oh, Jeff tongue on oh, yeah... I'd pay good money to see that."

"You have seen it."

"Long time ago. I want to see it now. Did you take pictures? Was he good? Did he deep throat you?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, Drew. I want you in my mouth."

Drew closed his eyes.

"Drew, was he good? Drew, was, did...did you like it? When he did you?"

"Yes."

"Did you come twice? Tell me you came twice. Tell me you came once when he sucked you off and again when he screwed you. I know you. When you get stroked up enough, you come so pretty, Drew, you can't take it, it's too much, I can see it, I can feel it, your body-"

"Nick," Drew whispered, aching.

"You know what I mean, you know what that is. When I get in you, and your body starts feeling it, your hips start moving, your whole body, and your cock, it gets so hard, so big and hard, Drew, just holding it in, just feeling it, letting it rise, that-"

Drew inhaled shakily.

"And I know you want to come, you're ready, your body, your balls just want to let it go, want to let it out, can't hold it back, you can't hold it back, not anymore, not one second longer, it runs all through you, your big, hard cock is so hard, Drew, so big and so hard and so ready, it wants to come, come in my hand, come in my mouth, but you don't need that, do you? You don't need that, Drew. Tell me what you need. Tell me, Drew. Tell me what you need."

"Nick, I need you," Drew panted.

"No, Drew. You don't need me. You can come all by yourself. Do it for me."

"Nick."

"Do it for me, Drew. You know what I want. You know what you need."

Drew groaned as his finger pressed into his body.

"That's it, oh yeah," Nick moaned. "Come on, Drew. You know what to do. You know what you need. Doesn't take much, does it? Not for you. You're so hot, Drew. You're so hot, you're so ready, you're so easy."

He wasn't, he wasn't, he, oh, oh, ooohh... His cock throbbed as his finger met his prostate.

"I know what you need, Drew. I know what you want. I always give it to you. I give it to you so good. Tell me. Tell me what I do. Tell me, Drew."

"Nick..." He couldn't make his voice work. It felt too good.

"Tell me what I do for you."

He couldn't suppress that groan. His thighs spread further as his hips rose.

"Tell me, Drew. You know what I do. You know what I can give you."

"Oh, Nick, everything," he panted, lashes fluttering, body tense from resisting the pleasure.

"You feel that, Drew? You feel that? I know you feel it. I can feel it the whole way over here. You're so ready, Drew. Your body's straining under all of that. You want to come, you know you want to come, you need to come, your cock's ready for my tongue, your balls can't hold it in anymore, it's time. Go ahead, Drew. Come for me."

Drew came with a low cry, shivering, letting the pleasure ride over him in waves.

Nick handed the phone over his shoulder.

Brian hesitated. "Drew?" He heard rapid breathing. Post-orgasm Drew. "Drew," a bit breathier this time.

"Brian," Drew said weakly. "Brian, I... Oh... I want you..."

"You put him in the zone," Brian whispered to Nick.

"Shit," Nick said. "Get him out, get him out."

"No way!"

"We can't leave Drew in the zone!"

"Brian," Drew panted. "Brian, please. I want you. The...the..."

"What?" Brian coaxed.

"You suck at phone sex," Nick muttered. Brian pulled his hair.

"I want to taste you," Drew said. "The, oh..."

"I think he's masturbating," Brian whispered to Nick.

"He just came!" Nick said.

"Oh, Brian, your tongue, it feels so good."

"Where?" Brian asked. "Where do you want my tongue?"

"I know! I know!" Nick said.

"Everywhere," Drew breathed. "Right, right...oh, right there."

Brian, wide-eyed, listened to Drew's low moan.

"Damn, you're hard," Nick said.

"Where?" Brian asked.

"Where do you think?" Nick asked. Brian hit him.

"There, oh, Brian, oh, yes, please..."

"Anything," Brian said quickly. "What do you want?"

"Kiss me," Drew said.

"Anywhere," Brian promised eagerly.

"Make love to me, I want you in me, I want, I want, I want you, oh, oh, oh, Brian."

"He's coming!" Brian said, grabbing Nick's arm.

"Again?" Nick demanded. "Drew slut."

"Nick!" Brian exclaimed.

"Brian." Drew moaned.

Nick grabbed the phone. "Drew Lachey, you get out of the zone right now!"

Drew moaned.

"He's gone," Nick said. "He's zoned. Jeff broke him."

"You did it to him," Brian said.

"That's it, blame me. Drew? Drew! Drew, are you even there?"

"Nick?"

"You okay?"

"Oh. I think so. Gross."

"Go clean that off. Listen, I'm sorry I called you a slut."

"What?"

"Gotta go bye!"

"Nick!"

And I know that we have had some times
That we can't forget the struggle
-"Time"

"You bastard!"

"Chris!"

"We are not shooting this video during the one week we have off all year!"

"You-"

"This is my life!"

'This is my life, too! It's my life and it's Justin's life and it's-"

"Your life is Justin's life! You know what, it's great for you that you have Justin. I'm happy for you. Did you think that maybe I might like to see the grand love of my life once this year?!"

"You can see him-"

"What, for three or four days? And maybe at an awards show here, a TV appearance there? You tell me something. How long would you last if you saw Justin once every four months? Oh, but that isn't a fair comparison, is it? JC and Justin have the grand romance of the fucking galaxy and the rest of us are just-"

"I never-"

"You never did jack shit for me!"

"Whoa," Justin said softly.

"Uh," Joey said intelligently.

"We cover for you and we put up with you and we deal with your drama and your trauma and your psychoses and your sex life! Damn it, JC, you have the best sex life of anyone on this whole entire planet! Because there are two things that get you hard. Performing and Justin. You're a slut for the camera and Justin's a slut for you. That's great, JC, I'm real happy for you. The one thing that gets me hard is halfway around the world and I want to see him! You get to crank a big one onstage every night and then go to bed and take it out on Justin, while the rest of us have been waiting all fucking year-"

"Would you stop?!" Joey demanded.

"Please?" Justin asked.

"Can I hit you?" JC asked.

"Crank a big one?" Lance asked.

"Answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the phone, answer the-"

"Nick, he's not there," Brian said.

"Answer! Answer! Answer! Answer! Answer!"

"He's not there."

"Answer and I'll give you money. Answer and I'll give you a blow job. Answer and I'll let you screw me. Answer and I'll screw you. Answer and you can screw Brian."

"Hello?"

"Whoa. It worked."

"Nick?"

"Are you okay? Was it okay? You're okay, right?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Brian, make sure he's fine."

"Drew?"

"Tell Nick I'm fine," Drew said.

"Drew says he's fine," Brian told Nick. "How was the concert?"

"Good."

"How was the service?"

"It was...it was hard."

"You want to talk about it?"

"I want you to do that thing where you touch me just right and say something that makes me understand."

"I want to be there for you. Right with you."

"You are."

"I love you."

"I love you," Drew said softly.

"You're strong, Drew. I'm proud of you."

Drew tried to ignore the sting of tears. He sniffed quickly and said, "I wish you were here."

"Drew, do something for me."

"What?" He blinked and sniffed again.

"Go see your brother."

"What?"

"Go see him. Just for a minute."

"Now?"

"Right now. Go see him. Call me back when you're finished." Brian hung up the phone.

"What are you doing?" Nick asked.

"Helping him," Brian said.

Jeff grunted and pushed at Nick's chest with one hand. "Get that."

Nick pulled the covers over his head.

Jeff pushed harder.

Nick groaned and rolled out of bed. He rubbed at his eyes with one hand and pulled on his boxers. He opened the door.

"Hi."

Drew made an uncertain sound and looked embarrassed.

"You okay?" Nick asked, for lack of anything better.

Drew's body was warm in Nick's arms, the fabric of his shirt soft against Nick's chest, his back solid under Nick's hands. His nose was cold and his cheeks were damp.

Nick tried to think of what Jeff or Brian might say. He settled for, "It's okay."

"Sorry," Drew said, and pulled away from him.

Nick caught Drew's hand. "You...uh...oh," and he hugged Drew again. He held Drew close, let his eyes drift shut, inhaled Drew's shampoo.

Drew started to shake.

Nick held on.

Jeff hugged his knee and watched. They were leaving in the morning. He was glad that it would be at least another year before they came back to Heidelberg.

This is no ordinary love
-"Yes I Will"

"Do you have a death wish?" Lance asked Chris.

"No."

"Then what was that yesterday?"

"Me flipping out."

"You really need a vacation."

"I really need Howie." Chris checked himself in the mirror. "I swear this jacket doesn't fit me."

"That's my jacket," Lance said.

"Oh. Here." He shrugged out of it and handed it to Lance. "I know you miss AJ."

"I'd kill to see him. Literally."

"If JC's dead we can't do the video," Chris said. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm not joking about that."

"Just be glad Justin didn't overhear you."

"I think JC was going to kill me."

"At least."

"Did you see his face?"

"That vein just went."

"He had his fists clenched so tight I thought his knuckles were going to pop."

"I can't believe you said that stuff. You know better."

"Hey, if he gets mad enough and has a fit, we'll get our week of vacation."

"But you really can't talk about Justin like that. Come on."

"You're saying Justin's not a slut?"

"Chris."

"Sorry. I'm just...I'm so pissed."

"I know. Believe me, I know. But taking it out on JC won't help."

"Hey. Justin. Baby, what's wrong?"

Chris froze. Lance's eyes widened. "Shit," Chris whispered. Lance turned. Chris looked into the mirror; his gaze caught Justin's reflection.

"Don't," Justin said. He swallowed carefully. "Excuse me."

"Justin, wait, Justin," Chris said quickly, turning. "I didn't mean it. I didn't. I wouldn't joke about that. I'm sorry."

"I know, I know, I..." Justin turned and took the front of JC's shirt in two hands, stroked JC's jaw, stroked JC's cheekbones, gazed into JC's eyes. "I know."

Lance moved back a step.

"I know," Justin said, breathing carefully, petting JC's face.

JC took Justin's hands in his. "Chris, what did you say?"

Lance still got a little freaked out by this phenomenon sometimes. Justin was fairly normal. He had normal responses and normal habits and was pretty much the same old Justin. But whenever someone skirted near the issue of JC's death, Justin got weird. Very weird. Luckily it hadn't happened in public...yet.

"I didn't mean it," Chris said.

It was like the very idea of losing JC triggered the mentality of the Justin that had lived briefly last year. Once JC hadn't been around for it. They'd just come in from an appearance, and JC had stayed behind to talk with management, and Lance had been on the phone, and he'd heard this sound, and he'd turned around and Justin had been trying to claw out Joey's eyes and Chris had been trying to hold Justin back and by the time JC came back Justin had been lying on the floor sobbing for an hour and a half.

Other than that, Justin was perfectly normal.

Right.

AJ pushed play and dropped onto the bed. He grimaced and fast-forwarded for a while. Okay, there it was, back up a bit, right there. He dropped the remote and turned off the bedside lamp.

This was it.

He tilted his head to one side. If he squinted, he could almost pretend that that guy was Lance. A little too broad through the shoulders, and Lance's cock had a sweeter curve. But yeah, the guy could pass.

He had to turn off the sound. That guy's voice had nothing on Lance's. When Lance got going, every breath, every "AJ," every syllable that passed those lips was a deeper shade of heaven. There was nothing like it.

Kevin, of course, wouldn't watch with him. Brian wouldn't watch, either. Howie did, but Howie kept laughing. Nick watched sometimes but always said, "Brian's better," and went off to prove it. So AJ flew solo. Which was how he liked it. Because when he and his porn were alone, he could pull out his dick and get off and pretend that he wasn't counting the weeks, hours, and seconds until his personal porn baby came to visit.

I need your touch, I can't get enough
-"Shining Star"

Justin pushed aside the curtain and climbed into JC's bunk, right on top of JC.

JC blinked, waking. "Justin?"

"No, it's Joey," Justin said. "I'm ready for my first gay experience."

"You came to the right place."

"Did I ever."

"Did you want something, or are you waking me up to torture me?"

"You can go back to sleep in a minute. I want to talk to you."

"We can't talk later? When I'm awake?"

"You're awake now."

"I wasn't."

"Stop living in the past."

"Okay, why are you here?"

Justin ran his fingers through JC's hair. "You need a haircut."

"So do you. Why did you wake me up? For beauty tips? You can insult my appearance later."

"I want to go to Kendig."

"We will."

"JC. We can't do this shoot now."

"We have to."

"We can't."

"What are you talking about? We're on the same page here. We have to do it now, you know that."

"JC, what's more important to you? Making this video, or being with me?"

"What?"

"Tell me. What's more important to you?"

"What are my choices?"

"Making this video, or being with me."

"Justin, you know you're more important to me than anything."

"So you'd rather be with me than make this video."

"Yes."

"No contest? No doubt?"

"Never."

"Even if it meant losing money, pushing back the video, and more stress later?"

"I'll always choose you, Justin. I just have no idea what you're talking about."

"You choose to be with me. Chris chooses to be with Howie. Lance chooses to be with AJ. We have to respect that."

"Justin..."

"See? When it's your choice, it's clear. You'd choose me. But you don't have to choose. You get me no matter what. They don't have that luxury. And right now, you're saying that what you want is more important than what they want. And you're saying that their relationships don't count as much as ours would in the same situation. JC...I know nobody loves like you love. But you're saying that our relationship is better than everybody else's."

"It is," JC said.

"Okay, but you see my point."

"Yes."

"Chris and Lance want to go to Kendig. I do, too. They deserve it. They deserve a lot more, but we'll give them what we can. I know Joey wouldn't mind some time off. And JC...JC, baby..." Justin licked his lips and gave JC his sexiest pout, lowering his lashes. "JC, baby, you can make love to me all week long. No concerts. No appearances. No management, no fans, just you and me in bed...all...week."

"You make me so hard, baby," JC said softly, having visions of those lips bruised from his kisses and wet with his come.

"Oh yeah," Justin said, and lowered his head to kiss JC's mouth.

Howie ran his fingers through his hair.

It felt better when Chris did it.

Chris had a weird fascination with his hair. Always had. He missed that. Missed Chris's attention.

The way Chris's fingers tangled in his hair when they kissed.

The soft blush in Chris's voice when Chris confessed that he liked the way Howie's hair brushed his thighs when he got a blow job.

The simple pleasure of Chris toying with strands of it while they talked.

The way Chris's fingers curled in it as they slept.

Which was a problem when he wakened first and had to go and Chris was asleep with a death grip on his hair.

Still...now there was no one around to care anymore.

He'd gotten a few inches cut off when the tour started, and when they'd met for an awards ceremony Chris had threatened to get the braids back if he didn't grow his hair out again. Howie really didn't want to see Chris in braids ever again, so he was letting his own hair grow.

He loved Chris, but he drew the line at dating someone with hair that bad.

I said no, no
-"Not for Me"

Nick tore off the sheet of paper and crumpled it into a ball. He cursed and tossed the wad of paper at Howie's head.

Howie made a vaguely irritated fuck-you gesture. He was in a bad mood because Chris hadn't answered the phone for two days now.

"Can we stop littering the bus?" Kevin asked.

"We?" AJ repeated.

"Can Nick stop littering the bus?" Kevin asked.

"I can't get it right," Nick said.

"Can't get what right?" AJ reached for one of the crumpled pages on the floor.

"No! No!" Nick said quickly, lunging from his seat to snatch the page from AJ's hand.

"What the fuck?" AJ asked, and picked up another one. "What are you drawing that's so secret?"

"Nudie pictures," Kevin suggested.

"Really?" AJ asked, and started to smooth out the paper.

"Drew naked," Nick said.

AJ grinned and started to look.

Nick ripped the page from his hands and gathered up all of the other discarded sketches. "No! No looking at my Drew. Get your own."

"Why isn't it coming out right?" Kevin asked. "You know what he looks like naked. Don't you?"

"I," Nick said proudly, "am the expert. But do you know how hard it is to draw something that's not right in front of you?"

"Draw Howie," AJ suggested.

Nick shuddered.

Howie flipped them off.

"So that's it," Chris said.

"Shouldn't you be happy about this?" Joey asked.

"Oh, sure, I'm thrilled," Chris said. "JC wants to go to Kendig, so we'll go to Kendig. That's just great. How'd you talk him into it?" he asked Justin. "Promise him a nice blow job?"

Lance's grip on his arm was the only thing that kept JC from attacking. "Listen," Lance said. "We're going to Kendig. It's a group decision. We all want to go. We need the break."

"We've been under a lot of stress," Justin said. "Come on guys, we've been here before. We can handle it."

"Oh, look who's talking. The last bastion of sanity," Chris said.

"Hey," Justin said, half in jest, half in self-defense. "JC's a lot more nuts than I ever was."

Chris took a step forward, eyes dark, and snarled, "JC's dead."

Dark blue eyes slowly widened with shock as the words registered. Then Justin flinched, hard and fast.

What happened next went quickly. Joey always remembered his blood running cold.

Justin let out an unholy wail of pure agony. "Justin," JC was saying, pushing Chris out of the way, trying to get Justin's attention. "Justin, Justin, baby. Baby, I'm here, I'm right here."

Justin screamed, high-pitched, like Chris gone nuts. Lance wanted to run for his life.

"Baby, baby, no, I'm right here. Justin, look at me, baby. Justin. Justin!"

Joey had the fleeting hope that Justin would keep doing that until he ran out of breath and passed out. Wow, talk about ear-piercing. And scary. Very scary. His best friend had gone absolutely nuts. He was afraid for Justin. And for JC. Oh, and screw Chris, man.

"Justin! Justin, look at me. Look at me. Justin!"

Lance knew that whenever someone went nuts on television, people would hit him. A slap across the face to get his attention. But there was no way that JC would ever do that to Justin. And Lance sure wasn't going to do it and face JC's wrath.

"Justin!"

Justin went down on his knees in slow motion. JC crouched down in front of him. The screaming choked off into deep sobs. Tears streamed down Justin's face. He raised his face as though looking to heaven and pressed his hands over his heart.

"Justin, no, Justin, baby, I'm right here, it's okay. It's okay, baby." JC touched Justin's arm.

"Don't!" Justin shouted, jerking back, knocking JC's hand aside immediately. "Don't touch me!"

"Justin-"

"Don't! That's his! You can't!"

"Justin-"

"Don't touch me! I'm his! I'm his! I'm his!"

"Justin, baby-"

"Don't! Don't call me that! How can you call me that! That's his! I'm his!"

"Justin. Justin, listen to me."

"I'm his," Justin repeated. "I'm his." He shuddered once and raised his eyes heavenward once more. "I'm his," he said softly, on his knees, tears chasing each other slowly down his cheeks.

JC reached for Justin again. Justin shouted out in violent protest and jerked away from JC. JC came closer and Justin, in his panic to get away, fell on his rear. "No! No! No! Don't touch me! Don't! Don't! I'm his! I'm his! I'm his!" JC kept coming. "No! Don't! No! I'm his! I'm his! I'm his! You can't!" Justin was on his back, propped on one elbow, eyes full of pain and fury.

JC was over him, gripping Justin's chin in one hand, forcing Justin to face him. "You're whose?" he asked.

"No, no, no, I'm his, I'm his-"

"You're whose?" JC asked again, and there was steel in his tone, his eyes wide and angry. He wasn't angry with Justin. But he knew to force it into his tone, into his look, to get Justin's attention.

Justin blinked.

JC waited.

Justin stared.

JC growled.

"Yours," Justin breathed. "Oh, JC, I'm yours. I'm yours, I'm yours."

JC's look changed instantly. There was light in his eyes, and tenderness around his mouth. He touched Justin's face gently, brushing away wetness. "It's okay, baby. It's okay."

"JC?"

"Come on," JC said. "I'm going to go take a nap. Come and keep me company."

Justin hesitated, uncertain and confused. He moved closer to JC's touch. "Okay."

JC rose and helped up Justin. They departed.

Joey cleared his throat. Lance didn't know where to look.

Chris knew that he would never again be able to say that he was a good person.

JC put Justin against the wall, then climbed into the bunk with him and drew the curtains. "Come here, baby," he said, pulling Justin into his arms, against his body. "It's okay. I'm here. You're safe."

"JC," Justin said, "JC, JC."

"I'm here, Justin," JC promised, pressing a kiss to Justin's curls, holding Justin close. Justin's strong, firm young body was trembling, and Justin's fingers twisted in the front of JC's shirt. "I'm here with you."

"JC, stay with me, be with me, don't leave me, don't leave me."

"I'm right here, baby. It's okay. I have you. I'm right here."

"I need you, I need you, JC."

"I know. I'll take care of you. Don't I always take care of you? I have everything you need, Justin, everything you need right here."

"Stay with me, I need you, stay with me," Justin said, and rubbed his body against JC's in a very provocative way.

"No, baby, not now," JC said, trying to calm him.

"Stay with me, please, JC, please stay. I need you to, I need you."

"It's okay, baby. Come on. Hold still for me." He'd just wanted to hold Justin, to give and receive comfort.

But Justin was rubbing against him, and Justin was getting hard, and Justin needed him, and Justin was begging, and "Please, JC, please, I need you, JC. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours."

Justin needed him. Justin was still scared, still back there, still in that place of fear and pain. Oh, baby. "It's okay," JC said. "I'm here, baby. Get on your back for me."

It wasn't exactly roomy in these bunks. Undressing Justin took some manuevering. But Justin was still shaking and still whispering JC's name, reaching out to touch JC's face with wondering hands. JC couldn't leave him like this, knew what had to be done.

Lubricant. Shit. It was in his bunk. "Justin, baby, stay right here."

"JC-"

His gut twisted at the fear in his baby's eyes. This wasn't his strong independent Justin. He leaned in close and said, "You stay right here. Don't move. I will be right back. I'll come back to you. You just wait for me." He slid the steel back into his voice. "Stay."

Justin started to whisper his name but didn't move.

Lance stared, startled, as JC slithered out of the bottom bunk and reached up to the top one. JC grabbed something and tossed it into the lower bunk. There was a little sound of surprise from Justin. Then JC hurriedly pulled off his shoes and socks, dropping them to the floor of the bus. He stripped out of his shirt.

Lance couldn't stop staring, had to look. Quick, graceful JC, that taut, firm body, those tight, hard muscles on that slender build. JC was beautiful. That wasn't news to Lance, but it was amazing to see. Wearing only his jeans, and definitely hard inside those, JC crawled back in to Justin.

"JC," Justin said eagerly, "JC, oh, JC."

Justin's cheeks were wet with tears. JC hurt for Justin's pain. But he knew what to do. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, JC, JC, JC."

"Where am I?"

"Here, here with me, stay here with me, stay with me, I need you, JC, please, JC."

"I'm right here," JC said, and put his hand on Justin's chest, over Justin's rapid heartbeat. "I'm right here. I'm in you. Always with you. Inside of you. You want me in you?"

"Inside me, please, JC, inside me," Justin begged shamelessly, opening his long legs.

"I'm always inside you," JC said. "Can you feel me?" he asked, opening the lubricant one-handed out of Justin's sight.

"Yes, yes, JC."

"Tell me I'm in there."

"You're in me, always in me."

"Close your eyes."

Justin's eyes closed. A tear dropped from one.

"Where am I?"

"Here with me."

"Where am I?" He opened his jeans and pulled out his cock. It throbbed with Justin's next words, that needy tone.

"In me. Inside of me."

"Can you feel it?"

"Yes, JC, yes."

"Do you feel me inside you?" JC asked, quickly slicking his cock.

"Yes, JC, yes."

"Do you want me in there?" he asked, and his commanding tone ensured Justin's answer.

"Yes, JC, yes."

"I'm always with you. I'm always inside of you. You can feel it. Tell me you can feel it."

Justin sobbed at JC's first thrust. He begged JC's name, body lifting and twisting to get closer. JC pushed home, deep inside, lifting Justin's leg higher and going in as far as was humanly possible. When their bodies were joined and he was living, pulsing, hot and hard and hurting inside Justin, JC said, "Open your eyes."

Wet, dark blue eyes opened. Justin held very still for a long moment, gazing up at him in wordless, breathless wonder.

Then Justin gasped and began a more active worship, touching him greedily with adoring hands, whispering his name over and over, body begging for more.

"I'm in you right now, I'm in you deep, I know you feel it, you'll always feel it, even when I'm gone you'll still be feeling it. I'm always in you. I'm in you so hard and so deep right now you'll be feeling it for the rest-"

thrust

"-of-"

harder thrust

"-your-"

harder

"-life."

and he slammed it home and Justin arched and rocked and begged for more.

JC gave him more.

Justin was sobbing when he came.

JC kept going, letting Justin feel it, making Justin feel it, until Justin was lost and overwhelmed and feeling too much. Then he stopped and held Justin, comforted him, kissed his tears and stroked his hot, shaking body. JC was still in Justin, still hard and deep, and he let Justin feel that ache.

Justin fell asleep.

JC carefully pulled his cock free, let it drool eagerly against Justin's body. He wriggled out of his jeans and held Justin close, felt Justin instinctively move welcomingly against his hardness. He'd let Justin sleep, and when Justin wakened, he'd have his Justin back again, his confident, anchored Justin.

JC stayed awake, petting Justin, opening a dark place in his soul for Chris.

Never meant to feel this way
Don't wanna be alone tonight
-"How Did I Fall in Love with You"

Drew couldn't sleep.

He was off of the bus. His hotel bed was comfortable. He wasn't too hot or too cold. He should be exhausted. He was exhausted. He was clean and tired and comfortable.

But he couldn't sleep.

Heidelberg...had been...hard. All of the way through the tour, he'd been thinking about it. Now they'd done it. They'd gone, they'd been strong, and they were moving on now. It was behind him, if it ever could be. At least for now.

Brian had asked Jeff to have sex with him. And Jeff had done it. What did that mean? How could people do things like that? "Hey, Jeff, want to have sex with my husband?" "Sure, why not."

No. They weren't like that. They wouldn't do that. But how had it gone? How had Brian asked? Why had Brian asked? Why had Jeff agreed?

You couldn't just go around having sex with your brother-in-law.

Or your brother.

Drew rolled over and tried not to think about that.

Making out with Jeff in Paris...it had been spontaneous and wonderful. Sort of like Brian, warm and comforting and making him feel...well, beautiful, to be honest. Sort of like Nick, fun and sexy and daring. And just Jeff, just like Jeff, sexual and confident and secure.

He suspected that Brian was more oriented towards women than men. There was something in the way that Brian treated him sometimes that was stereotypically behavior that women liked and men didn't. Brian was romantic and tender and...and...and just made him want to melt, tempted him to say, "You make me feel like a beautiful princess." Which was extremely unsettling.

Brian knew him. If Brian had asked Jeff to have sex with him, there must have been a reason.

Nick's instinctive jealous reaction - - "That's my cock!" - - had been unexpectedly comforting. Nick's response made sense. He was, after all, Nick's Drew. His cock was Nick's cock.

He smiled in the darkness. He should get a tattoo. Nick's Drew. On his forehead. Or his butt.

He reached down over his abs and ran his fingers over his tattoos, the names, the flowers. Young and beautiful. That was Nick. If he was Nick's Drew, then...well, Nick was probably Brian's Nick. Which meant, to be fair, that Brian was his Brian. His Brian. Oh, that was good. He liked that. His Brian.

His thumb rubbed over his rings, the wedding band and the engagement ring. His other hand had stopped touching his tattoos, which he couldn't actually feel, and had started tracing his scars, which he could. Even if he hadn't been able to feel the slight, puckered flesh, he would have known. He knew. He could close his eyes and trace them in his mind.

He heard it. A low moan. Nick. Close. Too close. On the other side of the wall.

No. Not now. Please.

Another moan. Tortured and loving it. Definitely Nick.

Drew squeezed his eyes shut.

"Jeff..."

No, no.

"Ooohh..."

Drew's fingers began to slip down into his pubic hair, towards his slowly stirring cock.

"Nick," Jeff moaned.

Drew jerked his hand away and rolled onto his stomach and jammed his pillow over his head. He was sick. Sick. He was not going to listen. No listening. None. And he was not going to be turned on. At all. Not even a little. That was Nick and Jeff. He was not going to listen, he was not going to get turned on, he was going to sleep. Sleep. Right now. Here we go. Sleep. Yes. Sleep good. Incest and perversion bad.

He was going to go to hell.

This situation could be funny if it didn't hurt this badly.

"Answer the phone!" Howie shouted.

Stay here don't put out the glow
-"Shape of My Heart"

Lance was sweating and his joints hurt and he couldn't believe he'd come in late but he couldn't worry about it now because they had to one two three four one two three and the crowd went wild and he hit his mark and the ground started to move.

Lance took a moment to breathe, flushed from excitement and exertion, as he rose towards the sky and the crowd lost control and Justin's solo started. They were on staggered pillars. It was an old trick, but it was fun and their audience always loved it.

Justin's voice wavered. Lance's eyes shot over there. The pillar was moving. It wasn't steady. Okay, it would be okay, if Justin could just hold still. Justin knew that something was wrong but kept it cool, got his voice back under control, played it like a pro. Justin never disappointed.

Lance breathed a little easier.

Then the pillar tilted.

And Justin fell.

Down.

Onto the stage.

And landed hard.

The crowd flipped.

Security ran onto the stage.

Lance couldn't move.

JC ran across the - - how the hell had JC gotten down?! But there he was, rushing over to Justin's side.

The crowd was quiet. Lance had never seen an audience this still. The pillars started to move. As soon as Lance could, he jumped off of his. Security tried to hold him back, but he was there in a second.

"I'm okay," Justin said. "I'm okay."

Joey was trying to guide JC back to give the medical team a chance to look at Justin. JC wasn't moving. He was saying something over and over again under his breath, but Lance couldn't catch it.

There were tears in Justin's eyes. Pain? Fear? Probably both. He had to be seriously hurt. And that fall must have been terrifying.

Seriously hurt. Justin seriously hurt. How seriously? A broken back? God, Justin...

A tear slipped from Justin's eye and ran down towards his ear.

JC made a hurt sound.

Everything was too quiet. The audience members were either stunned silent or sobbing.

"We're going to take him out now."

JC nodded without taking his eyes from Justin's face. Justin, staring heavenward, blinked. They put a collar on him and strapped him to a board and carried him away. JC went with them.

Lance barely paid attention as he was ushered offstage. He gripped Joey's hand and prayed for Justin.

I see you look at me
When you think I'm not aware
You're searching for clues
Of just how deep my feelings are
-"I Promise You"

"No, they said he-"

"The paper said-"

"You trust the papers?"

"He's going to be okay, isn't he?"

"He wouldn't..."

"He'll be okay."

"Do you know how far he fell?!"

"He could be okay!"

"Not after that."

"God, just shut up!"

"Would you all be quiet?!" AJ demanded. "Lance. AJ. Give it to me." He put his finger in his other ear and turned his back to his friends. "Okay. Yeah. Yeah." His conversation deteriorated into low murmurs, first in a compassionate tone, then in a more businesslike one, then in an overtly sexual one.

Nick fidgeted impatiently. Justin. Justin had to be okay. Justin would be okay. It was a long fall, a hard fall, a bad fall. But Justin would be okay.

AJ dropped his phone. "He's okay."

"What?"

"He's okay."

"What do you mean, okay? He can't be okay. He fell like ten stories."

"It wasn't ten stories."

"It was pretty damned far! It should've killed him!"

"What, you're disappointed?!"

"His back's okay? He's not, you know, like permanently disabled?"

AJ whistled loudly to get their attention. "He's okay. He's all bruised, badly bruised, and he sprained his ankle and hurt his wrist and God knows what else. But it's nothing serious. They're trying to decide how many concerts to cancel. He wants to get back out there, the idiot."

"Blonds are so dumb," Kevin muttered.

"Look who's talking," Nick said. "Wait. That didn't come out right."

Everyone stared at him.

"Or did it?" he asked, and they all burst into laughter. "Hey. Did it?"

"This sucks."

"You're lucky."

"It still sucks."

"Be quiet."

"This is so stupid." JC ignored him. "I'm bored." JC ignored him. "I'm going to-"

"You move and I'll strap you to that bed."

"You'd love that," Justin said. "Oh, we found JC a new kink." JC ignored him. "You know you're seriously perverted, don't you?" JC ignored him. "You pretend you're all normal, but I know. Everybody knows. You're horny and you're perverted." JC ignored him. "But go ahead. If that's what you want. Tie me up, get into bondage. Then what? You're going to fuck me? Lick ice cream off my thighs? Whip me?"

JC inhaled. His color was rising from anger, not desire.

"Bet you'd love that."

His hands tensed.

"Bet you'd love it."

"I know that you're trying to pick a fight with me because you're scared and irritable," JC said in an extremely well-controlled voice. "But Justin, you know what it does to me when you say things like that."

"God, not this again," Justin muttered, rolling his eyes.

JC exhaled slowly and walked through their suite for a moment. He stopped with his back to Justin. "I am not perverted or kinky."

Justin snorted.

"I love you," JC said. "I'll express that love any way that I can. Wherever, however I can. I'll make love to you in any way possible. I love you in so many ways and for so many reasons that there will never be one complete way to express my devotion. I am not perverted or kinky." He hesitated. "I may be horny. But that's your fault."

Justin snorted again.

"I would tie you up if you asked me," JC said.

Justin's mind spun into thrilling new places.

"I will not fuck you. I hate that term and you know it. I will never be that careless or that crude when I make love to you."

Justin sighed with feigned boredom.

"I'll lick your thighs any time you want," JC said.

Okay, he had to admit, that sounded good.

"I will not," JC said, and his voice was cold and hard, "whip you. Don't you ever, ever say that again."

Justin had struck a nerve.

JC's voice shook with rage. "The very idea that I would even consider doing that to you, the idea that I would-"

"JC."

"-actually do it, that I could ever hurt you, I've never raised my hand to you, how could I hurt you-"

"JC."

"-and to think that I'd enjoy it, to hear you say that I'd love it-"

"JC!"

"-that I would love it-"

"JC!"

"-as though-"

"JC! I get it. I get it. Okay? I don't get off on pain, and I know you'd never do that. I get it. I'm sorry. I was trying to push your buttons."

"It worked."

"I know you pretty well."

"I know you don't want to be lying there doing nothing, but you have to rest."

"I'm okay."

"You're not okay."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"In another hour they'll bring in fan mail, and then you'll have something to occupy you for a long time."

"What do we do until then? Hey. Hey." Justin's eyes were alive with interest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

"Right. We're not doing it until I'm all better. Like that'll last. You know you won't be able to keep your hands off me for long."

"I'm going to try. It's for your own good."

"We have an hour."

JC smiled. "Since when is that long enough?"

Justin laughed. "You can get me stroked up and stretched out, zero to sixty, in one second flat."

"That's true. I'm still not doing it. You can wait."

"Can you?"

"Giving me the sultry look won't work."

"Why not?"

"Pouting won't, either."

"Since when?"

"Justin, come on. Relax. Rest."

"I want you to make me come."

JC inhaled. "Later."

"Now."

"Later."

"Now."

"Justin."

"JC. One little blowjob."

"I can't."

"Just one."

"I can't."

"You said you would later, and it's later."

"It's two seconds later."

"That counts."

"Justin, I am not going to make love to you. In any way, shape, or form."

Justin said something unflattering about JC's genitalia. Since Justin knew full well how untrue it was, JC decided not to reply. Justin gazed at the ceiling. He made a thoughtful noise. "JC?"

"Yeah?"

"If we can't have sex, can we talk about sex?"

"We can talk about anything," JC said, sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle Justin.

"Tell me how good I am."

JC smiled. "Okay."

"Don't leave out anything."

"I won't."

"JC?"

"What."

"Will you jerk off for me?"

JC smiled. Justin's blood heated. "Sure. Tonight. I'll make it good for you."

Justin didn't doubt him for a second.

JC settled himself on his stomach, propping his chin in his hand, taking a moment to think. His feet were dangling off the bottom of the bed, his upper body near Justin's thighs. "How good you are," he said slowly, musing. Remembering. Dreaming. "So good," he murmured.

Good start. Justin liked it already.

"There's nobody better," JC said.

"Than you?"

"Than you."

Right. Justin had forgotten whom he was talking to, here. The psycho who thought that every time Justin exhaled, flowers thrived.

"Every time you touch me, it burns," JC said.

Whoa. How did... Was it possible?

"I can feel it for hours later. The imprint of each finger. The curve of your palm. My skin remembers you."

Justin knew what that was like, knew exactly, knew too well.

"I watch you move and I want you inside of me. Your hips move and I know what it's like to feel them thrusting against me, thrusting into me, filling my need. You fill me up, Justin, you're so..." JC rolled onto his back, gazing at the ceiling. His eyes drifted shut.

JC licked his lips.

Justin got harder.

"When your cock is against my lips, waiting to come inside, and you know you're getting in there, and I know I want you to..."

Yes, yes, yes...

"Justin..."

Yes, yes, yes...

"You're so good, baby, you're so good, you're the best, the way you move, your body, it's sex, it's grace, it's pornography."

Oh, god.

"Your voice when you beg me, you're so needy, your throat, your voice, you want me, I can feel it when you say my name."

Yes.

"I want you to take me, to come inside me and take me, to own me, to rule my world, you rule my world."

So hard.

"Thrust yourself inside me and take what you want, take whatever you want, you can have it, I don't care, I just want you in me, you're hard and you're good, you're so good, you know I want you like that."

Oh, god, yes, JC...

"You can fuck me if you want. I'll let you."

Justin stopped breathing.

JC was quiet.

"Hey."

"Nick? It's Drew."

"Hey, how are you?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You don't sound good."

"No, I'm okay. How're you? You been good?"

"Yeah. Let me talk to Brian."

Nick sighed. Whenever the adults had to talk over their poor dumb blond child's head, it wasn't good. "Hold on, let me find him."

"You lost him?"

"I think some fan tried to drag him off. Give me a minute. Kevin! Kev, where's Brian?"

"Howie has him."

"Howie! Howie! Howie! Howard Dwaine! Where's Brian?"

"We threw him away," AJ said. "We were sick of him."

"I was using him," Nick protested.

"Sorry," AJ said with a shrug.

"Damn it. Drew, they threw away Brian. Did you need him for something?"

"Nick, are you sick?"

"How long have you known me?"

"I meant physically."

"Oh."

"Nick?"

"What?"

"Are you sick?"

"In what way?"

"Nick! No wonder Brian left."

Nick got this weird dark feeling in his stomach.

"Sorry. I didn't mean that."

"No, you were kidding." He forced a smile into his tone.

Drew sighed. "Nick, come here."

"What?"

"Come here."

"I'm as close as I can get."

"I want to hug you."

"Oh."

"What's wrong? How bad is it?"

"Just this throat thing. It's no big deal."

"Your voice is okay?"

"Yeah. I'm supposed to be resting and doing that steam thing."

"Are you?"

"No."

"Nick."

"Why don't you come and take care of me?"

"I'd love to," Drew said softly.

Nick's toes curled.

Brian came in out of nowhere and pushed Nick into a chair and sat on top of him, astride him, facing him. "Hello?"

"Brian?"

"Drew?"

"Hi."

"He's not supposed to be talking."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be. If he'd take care of himself."

"You don't sound good, either."

"Thanks. Hold on for one second." Brian said to Nick, "If you rest your voice and promise to take care of yourself, I'll let Drew talk to you."

Nick opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. He glared at Brian. He nodded.

Brian kissed his cheek and said, "Hi, Drew. Sorry. Hey, tell me about Vienna. They said you had an amazing crowd."

Nick listened to Brian talk to Drew for a while. Brian started to stroke his neck, which was nice. Finally Brian handed over the phone.

Drew cleared his throat. "I'm not going to do this right. Hold on. I don't want to start laughing in the middle of it." Nick frowned, puzzled. "Okay. Here we go." Cough. A low, seductive tone licked Nick's ear. His eyes widened. His jaw dropped. He grabbed Brian's hand. He got hard.

Drew hung up.

"Call him back!" Nick shouted, thrusting the phone at Brian.

"You're resting your voice," Brian said.

"Sex! Sex! He just had sex with my brain!"

"Rest your voice."

"You rest my voice! Make him do it again!"

"If you start acting medically responsible and take care of yourself, I'll get him to do it again."

"Really?"

"Really."

Nick thought about it. He smiled and nodded. Brian kissed his cheek and gave him a very naughty squeeze between the legs and went off to act medically responsible. Nick sighed and stretched.

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