Together Part Twelve

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.

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 Twelve:
Our heartbeats are rising, they're letting you in -"Everyone"

AJ's kiss was rough. Bruising, punishing. Lance pushed him into the dresser, maybe too hard.

Hard. AJ was hard. Lance's hand found AJ's arousal, gripping it through AJ's pants, probably holding on too tightly for AJ's pleasure, but he didn't care.

Lance jerked away, stumbling just enough so that he felt awkward. "No." He wiped the back of one hand across his mouth. "No."

"Yes," AJ said, "now," and he was reaching for Lance.

Lance pushed away AJ's arm. "No. I'm... It's not, not now. I can't. I don't want to."

"You deserve better than this," AJ said.

Something clicked. "Yes, I do."

AJ nodded.

Lance looked at him. There was nothing else to say.

Chris opened his eyes. He was spooned up behind Howie, his right hand splayed flat over Howie's abs. His left arm was tucked beneath him, and he reached up, curling his fingers in Howie's hair.

"Why did you run away from me?" Howie asked.

"You're a lying, cheating, self-centered piece of shit." He wrapped a strand of hair around his thumb and rubbed it against his lips.

"I'm a what?"

"You heard me." He liked this shampoo. It smelled good. He wondered what kind it was. Some elite brand, or off-the-shelf?

"You knew."

"I knew you were sleeping with AJ." Howie's hair seemed shinier than he remembered. Not oily, but glossy.

"You didn't say anything. Why did you make love with me if you knew?"

"Why did you propose to me?" Maybe part of it was from the highlights.

"I love you."

"I love you," he said. The soft red glowing in the darkness.

"JC, I'll never let him hurt you again."

"He hurt you, baby. Is your mouth sore?"

"It doesn't hurt. Nothing anyone does to me can hurt me. Only you can hurt me, you know that, JC."

"Justin." He kissed bruised lips. "I'll keep you safe, angel."

Oh, no. This was it. Nick Carter was going to kiss him. Quick, he had to do something. He licked his lips.

Nick's lips parted.

Right! Okay. He could work with this. He swallowed and licked his lips again, consciously, slowly. Working it. He could, he knew how, he worked it for Jeff all of the time. Well, not all of the time. But when he needed to, he could. He pouted and watched Nick fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. "Nick."

"Nick," Nick repeated, leaning in, intent on kissing him.

"Do something for me."

"Anything you want," Nick said, gazing at his mouth, not paying much attention to anything else.

Nick grabbed and rolled and pinned. It was one of his better moves. He had to be fast to get one over on Jeff, and Nick was easy prey. "Suck me."

"Oh god yes," Nick breathed. Then his eyes flashed. "No! No, you, no! Get off of me, you big lug!"

"I thought you were going to do anything I wanted."

"You wish! Drew, get this Neanderthal off of me."

"You dragged him over there," Drew said.

"You are not a top. I know you're a bottom boy, Little Miss Timmons."

Nick growled and put his face down close to Nick's until they were nose-to-nose. "You'd be surprised how hard I make Jeff beg."

"Excuse me?" Jeff asked.

"Jeff never has to beg for it," Nick said. "You're full of shit. Jeff. Begging for sex."

"That's right," Nick told him.

"From you."

"You got it."

"There's no way you're that good."

"Guess you'll never know."

"What are you best at?"

"What?"

"What do you do best?"

"Everything."

"Jeff," Nick said, still eye-to-eye with Nick, "what does he do best?"

"Sucking," Jeff said.

"Yes," Drew said.

"Nobody asked you," Nick said.

"Sucking," Nick repeated. "You wanna suck me?"

"No."

"Then why are you on top of me?"

"I'm not about to be underneath you."

"Ask me what I do best."

"I don't care what you do best."

"Brian, tell him what I do best."

"Me," Brian said.

Nick couldn't help but laugh, and Nick started laughing, and they were laughing together. His forehead was on Nick's shoulder, and Nick's hand was on his back, and they were shaking with laughter.

Brian crawled onto the bed and lay down alongside them with a cheerful smile. "Are you getting along?"

"No," they said together, and laughed again. Nick was on top of Nick, and he'd relaxed so that now he was resting on Nick's body, their hips together, and he could feel Nick breathing. It was intimate and special. He'd never been in this position with anyone but Jeff and Drew. Jeff, mostly. But Nick was built very differently, and being here felt different.

And how was he supposed to think about Nick with Brian here? He couldn't concentrate on Brian, either, because every time he got the urge to lose himself in Brian, Nick would inhale again, and he'd be reminded that Nick was right here, no longer half-undressed but still nothing short of sexual.

"Jeff," Nick said beneath him, touching the front of his shirt, "should we give Nick Brian privileges?"

"That's up to you," Jeff said from behind him.

"He's my Brian," Drew said, put out at not being asked.

"Are you giving Nick Brian privileges?" Nick Carter asked Drew.

"Does he deserve them?" Drew asked.

"No," Nick said. "Hey! You don't have me privileges, either. Get off of me, you big lug."

"I think he deserves Nick privileges," Brian said.

"No, no," Nick Carter said.

"Yes," Brian said. "He's good to Drew. I think he'll be good to you, too."

"He's mean."

"Jeff likes him."

"Jeff is stupid. Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't hurt me! I take it back, I take it back! Help! Ah! You big stupid ugly dumb box of rocks!"

"Stop hitting him," Brian said.

"He attacked me!"

"You said Jeff's stupid."

"Jeff didn't attack me. What are you, his pit bull? Big jerk. I'm bigger than you are and don't you forget it."

"Not everywhere," Nick said.

"You don't know that. You've never seen me naked. I have a great cock. Tell him, Brian."

"We could let him judge for himself," Brian suggested.

"No! He's not looking at my Tommy!"

"Your what?" Nick asked.

"Did I say that?" Nick asked.

"Yes," Brian said, smiling.

"Your Tommy," Nick repeated. "You call it your Tommy?"

"You named your dick?" Jeff asked.

"You named yours," Nick said. Then he shut his mouth.

"You named your - - what do you call it? What do you call it?" Nick Carter asked, eager and grinning.

"Hold still," Nick said, and kept his hand on Nick's stomach to keep Nick on the bed.

"You suck as a dom," Nick said.

"You could do better?" Nick challenged.

"I'm a great dom. Tell him, Brian."

"You should show him yourself," Brian said.

"What's Jeff's cock named?"

"Why'd you name yours Tommy?" Nick asked.

"Brian's middle name is Thomas."

"Of course."

"Don't mock my dick."

"Why not?"

"I won't let you suck it."

"I don't want to suck it!"

"What's Jeff's cock named?"

"Tell him and you're dead," Jeff said.

"Tell me later," Nick said.

"Dead," Jeff repeated.

With Jeff behind him, Nick winked down at Nick.

Nick laughed.

Nick wanted to kiss him.

"You said you were going to show me." Nick's fingers were running over Nick's chest through his shirt.

"Show you what?" Nick was touching him.

"How to suck Jeff."

He remembered.

"You can show me now."

"Now?"

"Show me how you suck him. I want to see that."

"You can do it."

"Do what?"

"Suck him."

"I don't have Jeff privileges."

"I give up," Jeff said. "The two of you are going to dance around each other forever. You both want to do it and you're too afraid to get started. Nick, come here."

"He's talking to you."

"No, he's talking to you."

"You go anyway."

"You're afraid of him?"

"Aren't you?"

"I'm not afraid of Jeff."

"Neither am I."

"Come here!" Jeff commanded.

They looked at each other. "You first."

Jeff reached over and grabbed Nick, hauling him bodily off of the bed. He stood, glaring at Jeff, who said, "Drew, close your eyes."

"No."

"Nick."

The Nick on the bed sat up and said, "Come here, Drew."

"You treat me like I'm three," Drew muttered, and sat on the bed. Drew let himself be pulled into Nick's embrace.

"Be a good Drew for Nicky and close your eyes. No pouting. Close your eyes."

When Drew had relented and closed his eyes, Jeff said, "Take off your clothes."

"Whoa," Nick said. He put his hand over Drew's eyes.

"He's getting naked?" Drew asked.

"You can't peek. Seeing the big ugly naked will give you nightmares."

"I've seen him naked before."

"Bet you got nightmares."

"More like wet dreams," Drew muttered.

"You, too?"

Drew laughed.

Nick obeyed Jeff's Stare of Command to a point, stripping halfway but balking at the jeans. He was not going to be naked in front of everyone all by himself.

"Oh," Nick said.

"What?" Nick asked, feeling defensive. Then he saw Nick's eyes. Oh. No.

"It's okay," Jeff said.

"No, I don't want to see," Nick said. "Make him get dressed again."

Jeff pushed Nick closer to the bed and reached for Nick Carter's free hand, the one that wasn't covering Drew's eyes. "It's okay. Look at the tattoo. It's like Drew's."

"But it's for you," Nick said, and let Jeff guide his fingers to Nick's flesh. "Oh. Oh."

"Do you like that?" Jeff asked, and touched Nick's blond hair.

"Can I keep him?" Nick asked.

"No," Jeff said.

"Please? I'll be good."

"How good?"

"Here." Nick handed Drew over to Brian, rising onto his knees on the bed. "I'll be good, let me keep him."

"If you had him, what would you do with him?" Jeff asked.

"Lots of fun things," Nick said, and ran his hands up over Nick's chest. "Oh, feel that. He feels good."

"I know."

"You get this every day?"

"Yes."

"Oh, you're so lucky," Nick said. "I would play with him every day. Every night. All the time. He's good to touch. Feel that. I want to rub myself all over him. All...over... Look at that, feel that, he's, holy shit."

"I know."

"Oh, god. I think I could come just, I know I could, I'm going to. I have to have him. Let me keep him, I'll trade you my Drew."

"Hey!" Drew said.

"I'm so hard for him," Nick said. "Make me so hard."

"What's he doing?" Drew asked. "I can hear that."

"Taste so good," Nick murmured. "Taste so good, mmm, I want more."

"That's a zipper! I heard that!"

"Oh my god."

"I would know that sound anywhere. Brian, you let me go. Let me watch, you have to let me watch."

Nick kept his own eyes open, staring down in fascination. He couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. It felt far too good to be true. Nick Carter might not be a slut, but the boy sure knew how to suck cock. Those red lips were moving steadily over his cock, up and down, up and down, tongue licking just right, suction enough to tug at his spine.

He put his hand on Nick's head, fingers sliding through Nick's soft hair, guiding Nick closer to him, farther onto his cock. And Nick, Nick made an eager sound, a greedy sound, and sucked harder, faster. Trying to keep from coming, he closed his eyes, but he could still hear it, the wet sounds, Nick's greed. The boy was starved for cock.

Not boy. Man. Nick was a man.

A man who knew how to do this, knew how to give head, knew how to make him want to come, knew how to make him want to beg. But he wouldn't beg. After years with Jeff, it took a lot more than Nick Carter's mouth to make him beg. But this, this was good, this was, oh, please, just let it end, let him come, let this whoremouth suck him down like - - god - - this man was incredible.

He forced himself to let go of Nick's hair, to let Nick set the pace.

Then Nick backed off, licking wet lips. "Brian, you have to have some."

No, no, no, no, no-

Brian and Nick traded places.

No, no, no, no, no-

Brian leaned in, mouth opening, hand reaching.

No, no, no, no, no-

Nick's mind flipped.

Brian took him in.

His heart was on fire and his blood hurt.

And the way Brian's cheeks hollowed on every pull...

When he opened his eyes, he sagged, sitting on the edge of the bed to keep from falling. His balls itched. He looked over, just in time to see Nick kiss Brian.

He'd never seen the two of them kiss.

He'd never seen anything that simple be that pornographic. It was too hot to be lewd, and too sinful to be erotic, but at the same time there was something so right about it that "meant to be" barely covered what they had. How could two people have anything that good together?

"He tasted good," Nick murmured, licking his lips, then licking Brian's.

"You want some more?" Brian asked.

"We should rotate," Nick said. "Nick, Jeff, Drew, Nick, Jeff, Drew."

"Sounds good," Brian said. "Jeff's next. You start."

"Should we let Drew watch this time?"

"Yes," Drew said.

Nick lifted his hand from Drew's eyes. "You'll be good?"

"I'm not three!"

"You look like it."

"I do not! Just because you're six two, you think you can lord it over the rest of us. There's nothing wrong with being short!"

"I think it's kind of sexy," Brian said. "On you. And Jeff."

"Look who's talking," Nick said. "You're short."

"And sexy," Drew said.

"Brian's not sexy," Nick said.

"Brian's sexy!" Drew argued, giving Nick a shove. "He just hides it under all of that country Christian choir boy stuff. Underneath that there's a deep streak of..."

"Dirty old man," Nick suggested.

"That's right. Dirty old man. Brian's a dirty old man." That was a dead-on Nick Carter impression.

"He tied me to the bed."

"Really?" Jeff asked.

Brian put his hand over Nick's mouth.

"Did you two just give Nick...just...right here?" Drew asked.

"Yes," Brian said.

"Why is it that when I'm having sex, you all get to stare, but when you do it, I can't see?" Drew asked.

"Because you're Drew."

"Whatever we do next, I'm watching."

"Stop licking me," Brian said, taking his hand from Nick's mouth.

"You like it when I lick you," Nick said. "Can I lick Drew?"

"Anywhere you want," Brian said.

Nick chuckled and seized Drew, kissing him noisily. "You should be naked so I can lick you all over."

"I was already naked. I think it's Brian's turn."

"No," Brian said, escaping the bed. "It's Jeff's turn."

"Ooohh," Nick said. "Jeff. Naked. My eyes will explode." He wasn't letting go of Drew. "You've seen Jeff naked."

"So have you," Drew said.

"You were up close and personal. Twice."

"Yes."

"Make him get naked again so I can see."

"Nick, tell Jeff to get naked so Nick can see," Drew said.

Nick tugged his boxers and jeans back up over his hips. He didn't bother to zip up, but he wasn't going to have it all hanging out there. Standing before Jeff, he said, "Nick wants to see you naked."

Jeff crossed his arms over his chest.

"Drew wants to see you naked."

"I didn't say that," Drew protested.

"Brian wants to see you naked."

"I didn't say that," Brian said.

"I want to see you naked," Nick said.

"Smart man," Nick Carter approved.

"If I do?" Jeff asked.

"Nick, what do you want?" Nick asked, maintaining eye contact with Jeff.

"I want to see Jeff get hard and come all naked and, and Jeff."

"Anything else?"

"Can I touch him just a little?"

"Yes."

"Drew! Did you hear that? Nick said I can touch Jeff! I'm going to touch Jeff. Naked. Jeff. Naked. I bet it'll be good."

"You can tell me what it's like. And Brian. You'll have to tell Brian," Drew said.

"It'll be so good. I bet he feels good. Your brother feels good, oh, he made me so hard, I got hard, Drew. See how hard I am?"

"I see."

"I'm still hard now."

"Yes, you are."

"Can I fuck you with it?"

"Later."

Nick rolled down the bed, with Drew in his arms, until they almost fell off, breathless with laughter. "This is the best day of my life! I'm tingling all over! I love everybody!"

"Everybody loves you," Drew said, and kissed his nose.

"Can I make you hard?"

"You always do."

"Them, too?"

"Yes, them, too."

"Brian?"

"Always."

"Jeff?"

"Yes."

"And, and Nick?"

"Yes."

"I like him. Don't tell."

"I won't."

"I think he's sexy."

"So do I."

"I'm in love with him."

"Me, too."

"Don't tell."

"I won't."

"Drew?"

"What?" Drew kissed his nose again.

"Is it okay if I want your brother to make love to me?"

"Yes. It's okay."

"Because I'm really in love with him."

"I know."

"It kind of hurts."

"I know."

"But you promised you wouldn't tell."

"I promise I won't tell."

"Okay. I guess it hurts you, too."

"Yes."

"I don't want you to hurt."

"I don't want you to hurt, either."

"You're a very good Drew. You're very good to me."

"You deserve that."

"Drew?"

"What?"

"You're sexy as shit."

"That's not very sexy."

"You know what I mean."

"Bad Nick. No swearing."

"If I'm naughty, will you punish me?"

"I think you want to be punished."

"You should tie me up."

"I should."

"To the bed."

"I should."

"And beat me."

"With what?"

"Jeff's cock."

They laughed so hard they rolled over the edge of the bed.

AJ looked at his bruised knuckles.

Lance wasn't here to kiss them this time.

Here he was. In a dimly lit hotel room.

With only a broken promise to keep him company.

Nick rubbed his eyes and kept them open nice and wide. He reached for Drew's arm. "Drew."

"Un-hunh."

"He's taking off his clothes."

"Un-hunh."

"Jeff's taking off his clothes."

"Uh."

"Wow."

"Uh."

"You get to see this all the time?"

"Uh."

"Wow."

Drew blinked.

Jeff kissed his husband and sat on the bed, stretching out on his back. "I'll be over here if anyone wants me."

"You go first," Nick said.

"You go first," Drew said.

"Brian, it's your turn," Nick said.

"Nick, you do it," Drew said.

"He always gets to do it," Nick said.

"He knows how."

"I know how!"

"Then you do it."

"I don't know how."

"How hard can it be?"

"I want to make it very hard."

"I didn't mean that."

"Nick said I can touch Jeff."

"Yes. Go do that."

"You first."

"I don't have Jeff privileges."

"Jeff, can Drew have Jeff privileges?"

"Ask Nick," Jeff said. "He seems to be doling them out on my behalf."

"Nick?" Nick asked.

"Sure," Nick said. "As long as you're all careful with him."

"Why, because he's china doll sensitive?" Nick asked.

"Because if you put one scratch or bruise on that body, I'll hurt you."

"Oh. Okay. I wouldn't hurt Jeff! But you'd better keep Brian away from him. Brian bites."

"He does?" Jeff asked.

"Where?" Nick asked.

"Play with him and find out," Nick invited. "Drew, go touch Jeff."

"It's your turn," Drew said.

"No, it's your turn."

"I'm not allowed. I have to sit in the corner with my eyes closed. You'd better do it."

"I might as well take a nap," Jeff said. "Nick, come here."

"Not me Nick," Nick Carter said.

"Yes, you Nick. Come here."

"Be nice," Nick said warily.

"I will."

"Okay." Nick made a hesitant move towards the bed. "Drew, if he does anything, you save me."

"Okay," Drew said. "Play nice with the other boys."

Nick sat beside Jeff on the bed. "Hi."

"Hi." Jeff took Nick's hand. "Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Both. I like getting it, but Brian's so sexy when I fuck him." Nick hesitated. "I don't have to ask which one you are."

"I'm both, too."

"You are not."

"I am."

"You take it up the ass?"

"Yes."

"From him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He's very good at it."

"No."

"Yes."

"He's good."

"Yes."

"Very good."

"I don't believe you."

"You want to try it for yourself?"

"No! No, no way."

"You want to try it with me?"

"Try what with you?"

"Anything you want."

"Anything."

"Anything I want."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I want to have sex with you."

"Because..."

Jeff squeezed Nick's hand.

"No, that's not why."

"No, that's not why," Jeff agreed.

"Then what is why?"

"Because I love you."

"Oh," Nick said in a soft voice.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "We're going to have sex now."

Jeff smiled at him. "It would help if you kissed me."

"I'm going to kiss Jeff now."

"You can stop narrating to the group and just do it," Nick said.

"Shut up," Nick said. "If you took better care of Jeff, he wouldn't need sex from me."

"He doesn't need sex from you."

"He wants sex from me."

"Nobody wants sex from you."

"You do."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you-"

"That's it!" Nick grabbed Nick by the front of his shirt, lifting him to Nick's face. "You sit down and be quiet!"

Nick sat.

"You have been in my face since day one!"

"He has not," Drew said.

"You know what, Carter?"

"Carter Littrell Lachey," Drew said.

"You seduced my brother, you flirt with Jeff like I don't exist-"

"Jeff encourages him," Drew said.

"You strut around like-"

"You call him that one more time and I will strike you down," Drew said.

Nick knelt before Nick, who was on the edge of the bed with watery eyes. "Nick."

Nick swallowed.

Nick raised his hand to the back of Nick's head. "I love you. I'm in love with you. I don't say that a lot - - I can barely say it to Drew - - but I want you to know it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, any time you need me to. Any time you want me to. I love you, and I'll be happy to suck your dick. Or just kiss you. Or do anything else you want. If you want it. Only if you want it. You have every right to say no."

Nick tried to say something.

"I know I've been hard on you. I've resented you and I've been jealous and I've taken a lot out on you, and you didn't deserve it. That's my fault, and I'm sorry."

Nick's lips parted.

"Somewhere along the line, I'm not sure how, I fell in love with you. I don't know if that means anything to you. I think it does. I don't love you only because of Drew. I love you because of you."

"Would you like to make love to Brian?" Nick asked.

"I'd like to make love to you."

"He's right over there."

"You're right here."

"He can get naked really fast."

"Nick. We don't have to."

"He's very pretty."

"May I kiss you?"

"Drew, do something."

"Why?" Drew asked.

"He's going to kiss me."

"Let him. He's good."

"No, no."

Drew climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind Nick. "Close your eyes. Close them."

"I don't like you." Nick closed his eyes.

"Open your mouth."

"No tongues!"

"Open your mouth."

Nick opened his mouth. He waited.

And then Nick kissed him.

It was, oh, with the, oh, and, and there was warm wet oh, kissing lips, these were kissing lips, this mouth was, oh, just, just right, with the most delicious tongue... And Drew's older brother was kissing him, the Neanderthal was licking him, and there was a hand on his back that didn't belong to Drew, a firm, broad hand supporting him and warming him and this was his very first kiss. His very first kiss and he was a starry-eyed little boy and he would do anything this nice man wanted because he was very much in love.

And then Nick stopped kissing him.

"Drew break," Nick said, and pushed Nick out of his way.

Nick overbalanced and fell on his ass.

And then the big stupid lug reached out and grabbed him and yanked.

He clutched at Drew but the big stupid ugly was goddamned strong and suddenly he was being pulled right off of the bed and onto the floor. And then the world went topsy-turvy and he was on his back, on the floor, with the big stupid ugly holding him down and grinning like a...like a happy person.

And kissing him.

He was being kissed again. By this large, warm man with an insanely good kissing mouth and a broad tongue that knew how to do things. Good things. Happy-making things. Things that made Tommy proud.

Nick tried to remember how he usually did this. He knew how to handle these situations. He could get Brian and Drew into bed with no problem. But right now he couldn't remember how. He couldn't remember much of anything besides how gorgeous this large, warm man looked naked.

Naked. Gotta get him naked. The kissing man was fully dressed. He'd even put on his shirt again! That was no good.

How had he gotten Drew naked that first time? He'd said something. Lacheys were easy. Gotta remember that. What had he said?

"Take off your clothes and let me watch."

Nick laughed, a happy sound that ended up a little warm and rumbly while his toes curled. "Right now?"

"Kiss first," Nick amended, and sucked on that glorious lower lip. He licked over it slowly, savoring the experience, and Nick made a soft moaning sound. He licked over it, under it, and across it, then sucked at it and nibbled on it and made Nick make that sound again. He liked that sound. "Do that again."

"What?" Nick asked, sounding fuzzy, kissing him full and wet.

"Make that sound. I bet Jeff likes that sound."

"Jeff."

They looked at each other, startled and guilty.

They looked at the bed.

Jeff, on his stomach, head near the foot of the bed, looking at them, smiled and waved.

"Ow, ow, too many decisions," Nick said, closing his eyes, resting his head on the floor. "Fuck Nick or fuck Jeff or fuck Drew or fuck Brian?"

"One at a time," Jeff said. "Take it slowly. You have all night."

"Brian, come and suck me."

"Nick's right there. He can do it."

"No, I don't want him." Nick ran his hands over Nick's broad shoulders, down Nick's back. He wanted this naked and muscular. "He's stupid and kissing me why are you kissing me?"

"Tell me to stop," Nick said.

Nick was still kissing him. Kissing him with that mouth. He was supposed to say, "Stop," but his mouth was busy and he couldn't. Anyway, he didn't even want to stop kissing enough to breathe. No breathing. More kissing. Lots more kissing. With Nick. "Are you going to fuck me on the floor in front of everybody?"

"Yes," Nick said, and kissed him again.

That didn't sound too bad.

Yes, it did, it sounded awful, no, this was no good.

"It's okay," Nick said.

No, not okay, not okay. There was a hand in his hair and a kiss at his temple and his heart was racing. Nick was getting up and pulling him up and he stood and Brian was there to kiss his face. Pretty Brian. Pretty Brian undressing him. "What are you doing?"

"You need to be naked."

"No!"

"Jeff's naked."

"Jeff looks good naked."

"You look good naked."

"Can we go look at Jeff?"

"In a minute. Arms up."

"Why do I have to be naked?"

Brian fixed his hair for him. "So you can have sex. Lift."

"Sex?"

"Sex."

"With you?"

"With Nick."

"I'm Nick."

"The other Nick."

"I don't like him."

"Yes, you do."

"Can't I have sex with you?"

"Yes, later."

"What about Drew?"

"He's busy."

"Doing what?"

"Tingling."

That gave him pause. "Drew's tingling?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because he likes you and Nick together."

"No."

"Yes."

Brian was moving him to the bed. "Drew's tingling?" Drew was tingling. Wow. He wanted to make Drew tingle some more. Brian was sitting on the bed, and he was sitting with his back against Brian's chest, and he was totally naked, sitting there in bed, and Jeff was there, too, all naked and relaxed and waiting, and then the big stupid ugly was there.

And kissing him. Little kisses.

He was safe. Brian was here. He trusted Brian. He trusted Brian. He trusted Brian.

More little kisses. He knew these kisses. He kissed like this, sometimes. When he had time to slow down and enjoy what he was doing. When he was treasuring the moment, treasuring the person he was with, and having thoughts - - sometimes nice, sometimes very dirty - - about the mouth he was kissing. Nick was doing that to him right now. Enjoying him and taking the time to think about him. He could tell.

"I want you to do two things for me," Nick said.

"I want you to do two things for me," he said back.

"What are they?"

"Yours first."

Nick nodded. "I want you to let me suck your dick. And I want you to suck Jeff's."

Oh.

Holy shit.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Make love to Drew and make love to Brian."

They looked at each other. Blue to blue. Nick to Nick. They were both scared but not about to admit it. And neither one wanted to do what the either wanted, but they didn't dare say so.

"Better get started," Jeff said. "We have a lot to do tonight."

And then Nick kissed him softly and said, looking at him with those eyes, "Tell me no and I won't do it."

"I love you."

Nick's eyes widened.

No! Shit! He hadn't meant to say that. No, no, he took it back, he hadn't meant it! And now Nick was staring at him and he didn't know what to do and Nick was kissing him and oh holy shit he'd never been kissed this well in his entire...fucking...life...oh...god... It was slow, and it was deep, and it was echoing in his blood. And there was a hand on his leg and he was naked.

All at once Nick stopped kissing him and looked right into his eyes and cupped his balls.

He was shuddering inside and shuddering outside and probably bruising Brian's hand with his grip.

And that happy stupid ugly smiled at him.

And then it happened.

Nick Timmons-Lachey, the man with the mouth built for cocksucking, the man who deep-throated Jeff, licked Nick's cock.

A slow, long lick from that broad, wet tongue. Up from the base, over the head.

The welcoming committee in Nick's hormones made Nick spread his legs and tilt his hips and all but scream, "Suck it, you bad boy!"

He didn't need to scream that, because Nick was ready to do it. Ready and willing and able. Those lips had their generous curves all wrapped around his cock, and for one rich, unbelievable moment, he was in and down and there. And then he wasn't, and Nick was licking at him, casual and friendly. He realized, then, that Nick had been testing, taking a second to check out the...dynamics. He could understand that. No doubt, compared to Nick's usual fare, this would be a walk in the park.

Which was, actually, more nice than insulting.

It was hard to feel insulted when he was being licked. He felt anything but insulted. He felt downright, uncompromisingly good. His toes were curling and his scalp tingled and his hips were trying to decide how to get his cock inside Nick's mouth again. When he bucked up, Nick's arm came across his hips, pinning him down, and Nick didn't so much as blink, didn't miss a beat.

The man was a professional.

"Suck me every day."

Nick rubbed his thigh and licked into his pubic hair. Where was the idiot going? His cock was over that way! There! Right there, expecting attention. Deserving attention. And what was this - - oh, oh, god, sucking his balls, Nick was sucking his balls, this was so good...so...

"Brian..."

"What?" Brian asked in a soft voice.

"Make him do this to you." He thought that's what he said. He couldn't hear right. His whole brain was fogged over. His entire body was moaning with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

It was that feeling he'd gotten when he'd asked Drew, "Do you want me?" and he'd known, seen, that Drew was about to say, "I want you," for the first time ever, and he was about to hear that, from Drew, for real, the truth, and his whole body, heart, mind, everything, had slowed down and had an orgasm.

Because everything was good, and right, and about to get better. It couldn't get any better, but it was going to anyway, and that was one of the best feelings in the world.

There was a soft gasp that sounded like Drew, very far away.

And then everything went red and hazy because his cock was in Nick's mouth.

It was a good thing that Nick was holding him down, because his hips were trying their hardest to slam up and shove his cock down that throat. It was like nothing he'd ever felt. Furnace-hot and invitingly wet and the smoothest ride imaginable. It was so fucking sweet Nick's bones hurt. His cock was throbbing and his balls were aching good-good-good and the suction was unbelievable. He was going to die. He was dying.

And then Nick let go.

His hips snapped upwards.

It was all over. He was fucking Nick's mouth and his own throat was raw and his mind was on a rollercoaster backwards and his spine was on fire and his cock was a living, breathing, thing, an animal, alive and fucking that mouth and down that throat and taking him along for the ride.

Orgasm was not the word for it.

Simultaneous mind-body explosion didn't begin to cover it.

Whatever it was, Nick was never doing that again. Or else he was doing it fifty times a day. He tried to clear his vision and remember where he'd left his body parts.

Nick was licking his thighs.

Uh?

Kissing his stomach.

Not dead. He hadn't killed Nick. That was good.

Nick looked up at him and smiled.

Oh, god. He hadn't even fazed the guy.

Nick gave his nipple a little lick, sending aftershocks through his nervous system, and said, "Your turn."

He didn't remember where he'd left his spine, so he couldn't turn his head, but his eyes rolled left in their sockets, and he saw Jeff.

He'd never get out of here alive.

Jeff's hand reached out, and his husband took it, crawling over to Jeff, kissing him. "You were so good," Jeff said, and they were kissing some more.

These men were at ease in their sexuality, comfortable in their bed, familiar with each other. They could give neck-snapping blowjobs, then rate them as "so good." They thought nothing of kissing each other like, like that, Jeff naked and muscular, Nick fresh from someone else's cock, their mouths doing a sexy wet tongue-fuck, their hands sliding and groping.

Nick was in way over his head here.

Breathe. Relax. Don't panic. Send for help. Call in the reinforcements.

Somehow finding the strength to rediscover motor control, Nick patted Brian's thigh. "Go and fuck him."

"Which one?"

"Nick."

"I thought it was your turn to be with Jeff."

"No, I think I'll wait."

"For what?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"Give it a try."

Brian wasn't helping. Nick looked around and found Drew, who was looking sexy and horny and eager, eyes bright, face flushed, cock pushing behind denim. "Drew, go fuck Nick for me."

Before Drew could respond, Nick found himself looking at Nick Timmons-Lachey again, who was invading his space. "You and Jeff are already naked," Nick said.

"So?" That was a great comeback. He was proud of himself for thinking of it.

Nick kissed his cheek. "Suck him for me." Nick kissed his other cheek.

"You're not seducing me."

"Okay." Nick kissed him a little.

"You have to have sex with Brian and Drew."

"Okay."

Whoa. "You said 'okay.'"

"Yes." Another little kiss.

"You'll do it?"

"If they let me."

"Can I touch Jeff?"

"Yes."

"You won't get mad?"

"I won't get mad." Kiss. "I'll like it."

"Okay. Get off of me. I have things to take care of." He pushed Nick out of his way and left Brian. When they'd cleared the bed, he turned to its other occupant. Jeff.

Jeff was there, on one side, propped on an elbow, looking at him. Naked.

Jeff was stroking his cock.

The bottom dropped out of Nick's stomach.

Jeff stopped touching himself and said, "Come here. Tell me how you liked it."

"How I liked what?"

"Nick."

"He's a-"

"Don't call him names."

Nick frowned and scooted closer. "I don't know what you see in him."

"He likes me."

"Everybody likes you."

"He likes you, too."

"Do you do that a lot?"

"What?"

"That thing you were doing."

"What?"

"Masturbating."

Jeff smiled. "No. I don't need to. I have Nick."

Nick tried to absorb that information. Jeff and Nick together all of the time doing things to each other. Jeff's cock and Nick's mouth. Jeff's body and Nick's body.

"Do you masturbate?"

Oh. "Yeah. When I remember to. I do it, and then I tell Brian about it, and then he fucks me."

"That's a good routine," Jeff said.

"Yeah. Can Brian fuck you?"

"Do you want to first?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think I want you."

"That's too bad."

"Maybe later."

"I'll wait."

"Nick said I can touch you."

"Yes, he did."

"If I feel like it. You're here now, and I'm here, so I could try it. Since we're here. You're not busy." He wiped his hand on the bedclothes. "I'll be quick."

"Take your time."

Jeff was naked. That was a lot of naked. There was muscle everywhere.

Nick reached out and, at the last second before contact, closed his eyes. His touch followed the faint, long line of a scar running diagonally over Jeff's abdomen.

Jeff settled onto his back.

Nick watched himself touching Jeff. Hard and muscular and silky and powerful. Jeff was powerful. That was it. He could spend a few years getting it on with every last inch of this body. This man.

He made himself look.

"You have the biggest balls I've ever seen."

Jeff laughed. Brian was laughing, too, from his position by the bed.

"I bet they feel good."

"You can touch them."

"Maybe later."

"Okay."

He ran his fingertips along the outer curve of Jeff's pec. "Do you like your huge penis?"

There was a long silence. Jeff looked away from Nick, to the side of the bed. He was looking at the other Nick, Nick could tell. Then he looked back at Nick and said, "Yes."

Nick nodded. "You should. I bet Nick likes it."

Jeff's smile was amused and a little proud. "Yes."

Maybe the Neanderthal wasn't that stupid after all. Nick dared to touch a nipple. Jeff didn't seem to mind, so he touched it some more, feeling it hard and small in his fingers. "We should have sex sometime."

"We could now. I'm not busy."

"Maybe later."

"Okay." Jeff got more comfortable, hand on his stomach, right knee bent. "You having a good day?"

"Yes. I have my Drew now."

"Good. And Brian."

"I'm keeping them."

"You should. They want to stay with you."

"Are you keeping Nick?"

"Yes."

"I guess if you can't have my Drew, he's the next best thing."

"I guess," Jeff agreed. They ignored the disgusted noise from the audience. "It's good to see you feeling better."

"Yeah. It's good to feel you."

Jeff smiled. "Maybe you'll let me feel you sometime."

"Maybe." He ran his hand over Jeff's left thigh. Damn.

A hand took his hand, gentle yet firm, and guided his aim. In between those thighs. Right to oh, god, those were some nice balls. Nick had to close his eyes, inhaling slowly, letting his guide show him the way. Cup, massage, roll, squeeze. Cup, massage, roll, squeeze. Left, right, together. There was a rhythm, an eroticism, and Nick had to open his eyes again.

Jeff was breathing deeply, eyes half-closed.

A low voice asked by Nick's ear, "Do you feel that shiver?"

What? Whe - - oh. Wow. There was a fine tremor every, yes, right there. "Yeah." He never would have noticed. Damn, Nick knew Jeff.

His hand was eased away from Jeff's balls - - he hadn't finished! - - and rested against Jeff's cock. "Do you want to make him hard or make him come?"

Oh. He got to choose? "Can I make him come?"

"Sure." Nick's fingers wrapped around his, and their hands closed over Jeff's cock. That was one fine piece of meat. Jeff was still doing that even breathing. "Don't worry, you won't hurt him."

This was an incredible work of art, and he didn't want to break anything. But if Nick said so...Nick would know, after all. He breathed a little easier.

"Sometimes he likes it slow and sometimes he likes it fast. You can tell by the way his eyelashes flicker."

How was he supposed to watch eyelashes when he wanted to stare at oh god, oh god, he was doing it. He was touching it, he was jerking off Jeff Timmons-Lachey. Holy. Shit. Remember to breathe. Don't have a heart attack, you'll miss the good part.

"He's not as sensitive as Drew. You can be a little firmer."

"You're sensitive."

"Yeah."

"I licked you rough and you made that hot shocked noise. That was fucking sexy."

"Thanks."

"You can lick Jeff like that?"

"You can lick Jeff like that."

"Maybe later."

"We have time."

"I thought Drew had a jawbreaker, but this thing's huge."

"I know."

"Yours is big. Not this big. You let him put this in you?"

"Yes."

"You know they give medals for bravery."

"Not for that kind."

"They should. He's so hard. How can he be this hard?"

"He'll get harder."

"No."

"Yeah. Here, he wants it faster."

"How can you tell?"

"You went faster for a minute, and his eyelashes fluttered. That means he likes it."

"Now he's breathing harder."

"That's good."

"I want him."

"So do I."

"How can he stand this? If I had two people rubbing me off, I'd have come hours ago."

"He likes it. Here, just a little harder, and squeeze right here, and then - - listen."

Nick kept going, his hand pumping with fast strokes. "That's sexy."

"I know."

Jeff's thighs spread some more, left knee bending, right foot rubbing up against Nick's thigh, his hip. Nick was startled but held still. Jeff's hips lifted and settled comfortably, and Jeff rubbed at a nipple for a moment.

"He's horny," Nick said.

"Is that what that was?"

"He likes you."

"He should, I'm jacking his - - oh!"

"It's pre-come. Taste it."

"Taste it?"

"Here." Nick's left arm, wrapped around him, moved forward; Nick's finger gathered up wetness. "Taste."

Nick closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He sucked Nick's finger.

Nick made a soft sound of unexpected pleasure.

Nick let Nick's finger go and licked his lips. "I like that."

"So do I," Nick said.

Nick smiled. "You have a thing for getting your fingers sucked?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"One of the first things I did to Drew."

"You're good."

"He likes to suck my fingers, too. You want to suck my fingers?"

"Right now, yes."

"Can we do this all night? It's making me really hard."

"You'll tell people anything."

"I'm naked. You can see if I'm hard. I'm jacking your husband. What's not to say?"

"You like doing this?"

"Fuck yeah. Look at him. Feel this in your hand, I've never felt anything like this."

"He's..."

"Powerful."

"Awesome."

"So are you."

Nick's grip slipped. "What?"

"I'm not saying it again just to stroke your ego. There's enough stroking going on here."

"Less talking," Jeff said. "Somebody suck me."

Nick tried to let go, but Nick held his hand there. "You can do it. He wants you to."

"He'll kill me."

"It'll be okay. You'll like it. You don't have to do anything fancy."

"I-"

"He'll hold still for you. He just wants you to get your mouth on it. You don't even have to swallow if you don't want to."

"I always swallow," Nick said, offended.

"Then this'll be a piece of cake."

"Big cake."

"Delicious cake."

Nick eyed it. "He'll hold still?"

"Yes. You'll be fine."

"I'm not deep-throating."

"You don't have to. He just wants to feel your mouth."

Nick licked his lips. Here went nothing. Nick's hand slid away from his, and he was on his own.

He held Jeff's cock in his right hand, just to memorize the heft of it. Jeff's breathing was shallower than before, that intimidating body unnaturally calm. He wondered how much self-control Jeff exerecised at times like this, how much self-restraint Jeff had. Maybe this was nothing to Jeff. But he suspected otherwise.

He'd sucked cock before. Brian, Drew, even Nick, today. He could do this. He was good at this. He leaned down, getting up close and personal, and kissed the head.

Jeff's cock was big. The shaft was long, and wide. As Jeff got harder, it filled and lengthened, darkening. The head was a work of art, swollen and leaking and enough to make Nick's asshole quiver greedily. Just looking at the thing made Nick want to get fucked; he could almost feel it, huge and alive inside him, all of Jeff's power fucking into him like-

Jeff moaned.

Nick was going to come, and he wasn't the one getting a blowjob. He licked up the underside of Jeff's cock, sucked along the side, licked up again and then licked over the head.

"He's going to come," Nick said.

With his right hand around the shaft of Jeff's cock, Nick was tempted to put his left hand in his own groin. Instead, he reached in and cupped Jeff's balls.

Jeff came. Spurts of hot cum hosed down Nick's throat as he fit his lips over the slit. Even Brian never came this much. Good god. Swallowing wasn't an option; he just closed his eyes and took it, loved it, felt his own balls ache with empathy.

A hand on the back of his head. Jeff's hand. Jeff kissed his hair. "Thank you."

He sat up, making sure he didn't cough, wiping at his mouth after forcing himself to let go of Jeff. "Thank you."

Jeff kissed him.

Jeff knew how to kiss.

Big stupid ugly dragged him off of Jeff and off of the bed. "You've had enough for right now."

"I was enjoying that."

"You can try to get some more later."

"It's your turn now."

"My turn to what?"

"Your turn to fuck Drew and Brian. Here we go. Brian first. Naked time." He found Brian, who kissed him. What a warm and friendly pixie. He helped Brian get undressed, since he was an expert on undressing Brian, and then he put Brian to bed. "You be good. Make him come hard."

"We're supposed to double-team him," Brian reminded Nick.

"That's right! I'd better stay and help."

"You're already naked, so you might as well," Brian agreed.

How convenient. He gave Brian a little kiss and grope, settling in the bed. "We'll make him come."

"We're good at that."

"We make Drew come."

"Drew's easy."

"He's easy, too."

"He made you come."

"When?"

"He just gave you a blowjob."

"Really? I didn't notice."

Brian kissed him. "I guess it wasn't very good."

"No."

"I'll give you a better one later."

"That'll be nice. You're a very good cocksucker."

"Thank you. So are you."

"I made Jeff come. It made me hard. Feel how hard I am."

"You're very hard."

"You should suck that."

"Later. We have to take care of Nick first."

"You can't suck his. His is no good."

"I like it."

"No, it's ugly."

"It is not."

"And he can't kiss."

"Anything else?" Nick asked, standing by the bed.

Damn. Shouldn't have looked.

Nick lowered his jeans and boxers down over his hips.

Damn damn damn. Oh. Damn. That was...damn.

"Turn around," Brian said.

Nick turned.

"Damn," Nick breathed, out loud this time. Look at that ass. Look at, oh, the whole thing, broad shoulders and muscular arms and that back, that waist, that, and, oh, and, thighs, and...damn.

Nick turned again, sitting on the bed. "We don't have to do this."

"You're not backing out now. You made me want you, now I'm taking you," Nick said. "Get that hot naked superfine ass over here so I can lick it for you."

"No," Brian said. "You can't grab him and rim him."

"Why not?" Nick demanded.

Brian smiled. "You have to make him beg for it first."

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