Copyright January 21, 2002 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Brian Littrell/Nick Carter

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys (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.

Wherein it's on the phone?  Under the bed?  In the closet?

            "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!"

        Brian pushed himself onto his elbow and looked at Nick's back.  "Who are you talking to?"

        Nick made a small, startled sound.  "You're sleeping."

        "Who are you talking to?"  Except for housing the two of them, the hotel room looked empty.  Was Nick on the phone?  If Nick was on the phone, it wasn't Brian's business who was on the other end, but Brian didn't see a phone.  He looked over Nick's shoulder to check.  No phone.

        Nick said something.  A name?

        "What?" Brian asked, one hand on Nick's shoulder urging Nick to roll over and face him.

        "Tommy," Nick said, not moving, sounding irritated and sulky.  "Now go back to sleep."

        "Tommy?"  Who was Tommy?  "Do you have imaginary friends?"

        "Tommy isn't imaginary!"  Nick rolled over, glaring at Brian.

        Something very familiar, warm and solid, was against Brian.  He shifted to get it more comfortably aligned with his body, then put his hand around it.  "Tommy's a real person?"

        "He's real.  He's very real."  Nick pried Brian's fingers from his cock.  "You already had some.  Go back to sleep."

        "You're talking to Tommy."

        "Yes."  Nick was being stubborn.

        There was no one else in the room.  "On the phone?"

        "No, not on the phone.  Go back to sleep."

        "Is he under the bed?  In the closet?"

        "No, no.  Why do you have to know everything?"

        "I'm sorry, Nick."  Brian stroked Nick's cheek, more for the sake of touching Nick than to comfort him.  "I guess Tommy isn't any of my business."

        Nick frowned.

        "What?"

        "He's kind of your business.  He is your business.  I mean, he's..."

        Brian suspected that something was going on here.  Something...Nickesque.  He decided to stop making assumptions.  There was someone named Tommy to whom Nick spoke.  "May I meet him?"

        "No."

        "Why not?"

        "You already have, I mean you know him, but..."

        "We've never been formally introduced?"

        "Yes and no."

        "Will you introduce us?"

        "Maybe later."

        "Do you have multiple personalities?"

        "Brian!  I don't have multiple personalities or invisible friends.  I'm not crazy."

        "Does Drew know Tommy?"

        Nick turned red with embarrassment.  "Yeah."

        Brian smiled and touched Nick's face again.  "How long have you known Tommy?"

        "That's...  A long time.  I mean, since I was born, but we never really got close like this until, until something."

        "Something?"

        "Go to sleep."  Nick turned his back to Brian.

        Brian climbed over Nick and tweaked his nose.  "You and Tommy weren't close until when?"

        "I don't know.  It was after I met you."

        "I know Tommy.  Do I know him by another name?"

        "Sort of."

        "What do I know him as?"

        "I don't know."  Nick was nervous.

        "Have we talked about him?"

        "Sort of."

        "What do you call him when you talk to me about him?"

        Nick licked his lips.  "Different things."

        "Tell me one."

        "My sweet salty hot boysex," Nick said, running the words together.

        Brian smiled.

        Nick glared.

        "Tommy," Brian said.

        Nick glared.

        "I think I'll introduce myself formally," Brian said.  He slid down the bed.  Nick made a feeble effort to push him away from there.  "Hello, Tommy.  I'm Brian."  He took Nick's aroused cock in one hand.  "Since you're so important to Nick, I thought I should get to know you better."  He dropped sweet kisses around the base.

        A few soft moans from Nick.

        Brian licked Nick's cock.  "Nick, we already made love.  You were supposed to be asleep.  Why were you awake talking to Tommy?"

        "I was trying to fall asleep and...oh...  I started thinking about...god, Brian...  I'd already gotten laid but Tommy wanted a blow job and I tried to tell him...oh..."

        Pre-come leaked from the head into Brian's mouth.  "Next time Tommy wants something, tell me and I'll take care of it."

        A few more moans, louder this time.

        "Where'd you get the name Tommy?"

        Nick put his hand on the back of Brian's head, pushing Brian closer.  They could talk later.  Tommy needed Brian now.

        Brian ducked away from Nick's hand.  "Where'd you get the name Tommy?"

        "It's short for Thomas."

        Brian rolled Nick's balls in his hand.  "Thomas?"

        "It's, it's your middle name.  Brian, suck my dick, suck it for me, make me come."

        "You named your penis after me?"  How weird and, strangely, flattering.

        "Please make me come, Brian, suck it for me, let me get off in your mouth, you can taste my jism, swallow it, swallow it down inside you, oh, god, yes...Brian..."  Nick groaned, spreading his thighs as Brian sucked his cock and slid a finger up inside his body.  There was nothing like Brian's mouth, Brian wanting him, Brian doing this for him.  So fucking good, so...fucking...

        Brian sat up, catching his breath, wiping sweat from his face.

        Nick gasped, watching the ceiling.

        "When did you name it Tommy?"

        Nick took a moment to collect his thoughts enough to answer.  "Back when I wanted you and I couldn't have you.  Before you molested me in the shower.  I wanted you, and when I masturbated I thought about you, and my dick really, really liked you.  So I named it after you.  I needed something to call it; Tommy and I were really close."

        "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

        "It's none of your business what my dick's name is."

        "Nick, Tommy is my business."

        Nick looked at Brian and smiled.

        "Tommy likes me?" Brian asked.

        "Yeah.  He really does.  He keeps reminding me how much he likes you.  All day.  Every day."

        "I like Tommy, too."

        "Really?"

        "Yes.  I like him a lot.  He's very good-looking and very friendly."

        Nick grinned.

        "He's bigger than he used to be."

        "He's all grown up now."

        "I like that."

        "Really?"

        "It's very...sexy."

        "Sexy," Nick repeated, and Brian kissed him.

        "I love you," Brian said, and kissed Nick again.

        "Do you love Tommy?"

        "I do," Brian said.  Another kiss, softer.  Another, slower.  "I love you more."