Adam
Copyright October 25-November 13, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex, including consensual incest
Pairing (so to speak): Drew Lachey/Nick Lachey/Jeff Timmons
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 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. For Drew Lachey. And for the photograph on the back of the "Revelation" album cover.
Wherein, as usual, Drew's inspiring incest and a threesome, Justin never gets laid, and I barely manage not to drool on the keyboard.
Notice: I do not condone criminal incest. Here it's completely consensual and fun for all. Can *anyone* tell me why Drew looks 12 with the hat and 24 without it? It's the weirdest phenomenon.
-oh, right. Moving on now. Sure, they'd just stand here ever so casually, like they always hung out on a beach grouped around a rock in leather. They were in leather, not the rock. Or, well, Jeff was in leather. Weird leather. Drew didn't like it. If they were going to put Jeff in leather, it should be soft leather that clung to-
-woah. Not going there. Drew shook his head and waited for the photographer to position him. Sure, he'd just crouch on the rock, why not? If he were crouching, people wouldn't notice how short he was. Subtle, photographer man. What was the photographer's name? Lance. Right. Oh, sure, put Nick in front, that's something new and different.
"Stop smirking," Lance told him. He smiled and tried to put on his nice neutral expression. For some reason, people liked to photograph them looking grim. Like they were famous and popular and having the time of their lives singing and dancing and meeting fans and hey, the money wasn't bad, but they were grim? What was there to be grim about? Drew was happy, really happy. Life was good. Life was great.
"You're smiling too much," Lance told him.
So he stopped smiling. Lance shot their oh-so-natural pose of four guys dressed in black grouped around a rock, and then they were finished. Thank you. Drew shifted, glad that he could stop crouching, and promptly fell off of the rock. He landed half on sharp hard rock and half on Jeff, who tried to catch him.
"Woah, Drew. You okay?" Nick asked.
"Heavier than he looks," Jeff said. "You okay?"
Considering Jeff could probably benchpress six of Drew... "Ouch."
"I thought you were the graceful one," Nick said.
"Too bad they didn't get a picture of that," Jeff said. "What hurts?"
Nick was reaching down for him; he gripped Nick's hands and pulled himself to his feet, guided by Jeff. "I think I broke my spine."
"I doubt it," Jeff said.
"I think I broke my butt."
"Too much padding," Nick said.
He looked up at Nick. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means come on, we're going to take you back and see where you're hurt." There were handlers all around now; Jeff waved them away politely and followed as Nick helped Drew across the beach and into the trailer. "Can you sit?" Nick asked.
"I do not have a fat butt."
"Did I say that you did?"
"You implied it."
"You're hearing things. Are you going to sit or do I have to stand here propping you up all day?"
"I don't know, can a chair support the weight of my fat butt?"
Nick grinned at him. "Come on, sit down."
One arm still around Nick's waist, his free hand reached for the stool. He moved back toward it, then straightened, holding onto Nick. "Nope."
"Do you need a doctor?"
"It's not that bad."
"You can't sit."
"So I'll stand."
"Did you hurt your back?" Jeff asked.
"I think I twisted something."
"Here." Nick turned Drew, who held onto the counter. Hands tugged up his shirt, exposing his back. He shivered.
"Ouch," Jeff said. "That's gonna hurt."
"It does hurt," Drew muttered.
"Do you think you pulled a muscle?" Nick asked.
"Not a lot."
"Where else does it hurt?"
"My big fat butt."
"You want to look or should I?" Nick asked.
"Depends. Are you going to be making smart comments the whole time?" Jeff asked.
"Absolutely," Nick said.
"I'll do it, hold on." Hands came around to the front of Drew's waist. Something inside Drew's brain was screaming "WHAT THE-?!" but he kept his mouth shut. Hands, he recognized them as Jeff's hands, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pants and boxers were tugged down over his hips and then he was exposed.
Silence.
Jeff coughed.
Drew pulled his pants up and turned. "You finished?"
Nick blinked. "What?"
"I'll go...get...yeah." Jeff left quickly.
Nick snapped back to attention. "Right. You gonna be okay to go on tonight?"
"The show goes on no matter what," Drew said. "I'm tough."
"You can't overdo it and then get hurt worse."
"Nick, we're not up there doing backflips. I'll be okay."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"I mean-"
"Nick, if you don't knock it off I'll tell Mom I fell when you pushed me."
"I didn't push you!"
"She doesn't know that. Jeff'll back me up."
"He will not!"
"Sure he will. He was there, he even tried to catch me, but you-"
"I did not push you!"
"If you say so."
"You're..."
"Good thing my butt's so padded or I could've broken something."
"You want me to push you for real?"
"Come and try it."
There was a knock; Justin climbed into the trailer. "You okay?"
"Nick pushed me."
"I did not!" Nick exclaimed.
"Everybody clear out, come on," Jeff said, stepping into the trailer.
"Gladly," Drew said.
"Not you," Jeff said. "Wardrobe wants the clothes back, then you're supposed to lie down in here and rest. Someone's bringing hot pads. We're supposed to leave you alone to rest."
"Hot pads?" Justin asked. "Don't you mean-"
"You know what I mean," Jeff said.
"Rest? We don't have time to rest," Drew said.
"We're making time. Have to coddle poor injured Drew." Someone knocked at the door; Jeff opened it and said "Thanks" and closed the door again. "Wow, these are hot." He handed them to Nick, who winced and held them gingerly. "Come on, give us your clothes so we can leave you alone."
"My cue to go," Justin said. "Feel better. Nick, stop picking on Drew."
"I didn't - - I didn't push him!" Nick protested. Justin gave him a "yeah, right" look and left. Jeff locked the door and waited. Drew sighed and slowly, carefully, working against his protesting muscles, pulled his shirt off over his head.
"Oh, stop torturing yourself," Jeff said, and knelt down in front of him. He balanced himself against the counter while Jeff removed his shoes and socks. Then he undid his pants, and Jeff pulled them down and off, and together they got him into his own jeans again. Jeff eased him down onto the sofa, where he settled on his stomach. He closed his eyes. Shocking heat settled against the soreness in his lower back.
"Thanks."
Fingers - - Nick's, warm now - - brushed his temple. Then the door opened and closed, and he was alone.
After his rest, he felt better. The concert was great. Unfortunately, whatever he'd wrenched objected to his activity, and by the time the four of them were in the hotel he was ready to cut out the protesting muscle just so it would stop hurting.
"You want a-"
"Hey!"
"You-"
"I-"
"My hands are bigger."
"I'm stronger."
"So?"
"So I can-"
"And who says you're stronger?"
Jeff just looked at Nick.
"Okay," Nick said. "So? My hands are bigger."
"Do you have this?"
"Where did you-"
"Always prepared."
"For what?"
"You never know."
"What - - almonds?"
"Smells great."
"You just happened to have that with you."
"I'm a good packer."
"You were expecting to have to give a sensuous massage-"
"Who said anything about sensuous? It's medicinal."
"Medicinal."
"His back's hurt! You should know, you pushed him."
"I did not push him!"
"Where are you going?"
"Into my room," Drew said. "You know, room, bed, sleep."
"You...uh...here," Nick said.
"What are you doing?" Drew asked as he was pushed into his room. Nick pulled in Jeff and locked the door.
"Thought you might need help," Nick said. He elbowed Jeff.
Jeff gave Nick a look. "Idiot. Help sleeping. Getting to sleep. Since your back hurts. You look like you're in pain, and it'll only be worse tomorrow, so if you have a massage, get the kinks out - - Nick, stop laughing."
"Get the kinks out," Nick said. "Good, Jeff."
"You're the kinky one," Jeff said. "I'm just trying to-"
"Give him a medicinal massage."
"That's right."
"With almond-scented massage oil."
"It makes it easier."
"You couldn't just get Ben-Gay or something."
"I don't have - - shut up."
"Can you just do it and go?" Drew asked.
"Now I feel cheap," Jeff said.
"You want me or him?" Nick asked Drew.
"That was subtle," Jeff said.
"Shut up," Nick said.
"You figure it out," Drew said. He turned to undress, but he had no idea where to start.
"Let me help," Jeff said, and then Jeff was kneeling before him. Shoes, then socks. Jeff carefully peeled his shirt off of him, then helped him take off his pants. When he was down to his boxers, he sank onto the bed, rolled to his stomach, and wondered how soon he'd stop hurting. At least it hadn't disturbed his performance at the show that night.
"Flip for it?" Nick asked Jeff.
"We could...both."
"How?"
"You start at one point, I'll start in the other, meet in the middle."
"Start where?"
"You take the hands, I'll take the feet."
"Do I get to smell like almonds, too?"
"Sure."
"That's big of you. No, hey, I didn't mean it like that!"
"That's okay, Nick. We understand."
Eyes closed, Drew tuned out Nick's muttering. The mattress dipped as the two of them climbed onto the bed with him. He smelled almonds. He felt a hand on his left foot, pressure starting at the heel. His brother lifting his hand, massaging the palm.
He drifted. The massage was very thorough. He'd never be able to get out of this bed. Jeff and Nick had great hands. He'd have to get them to do this again sometime. The pain in his back was diffused, somehow. Sleep sounded better and better.
Mmm...
He opened his eyes. Um, okay...? He raised his head from Jeff's shoulder and met Jeff's blue eyes.
"Morning. How's your back?" Jeff asked quietly.
"Okay." It still hurt, but he'd live. "Thanks for the massage."
"You need a shower. Unless you want to spend all day smelling like almonds." The phone rang, and Jeff reached for it casually. "Hello? Yes. Thank you. No, that's fine." He hung up the phone again. "Nick, get up."
Nick made a grumbling, negative noise against the back of Drew's neck, burrowing in closer, and Drew felt the soft spikes of his brother's hair between his shoulderblades.
"Nicholas Scott Lachey, this is your wake-up call. We're doing that morning program today. Haul your butt out of bed," Jeff said.
"You can go without me," Nick muttered.
"We'd love to," Drew said. "But I can't get up, since I have one hundred eighty pounds of idiot tenor all over my back."
Nick scrambled away from him. "Sorry."
He sat up gingerly. "It's okay. Oddly comfortable."
"How's your back?" Nick asked, reaching out and not quite touching him.
"It's okay. Get moving or we're all going to be late."
He peed and showered and shaved as quickly as possible. He managed to get dressed without screaming in pain, although he had to grit his teeth to keep back a few choice vulgarities. When he stepped into the hallway, he found Nick, Jeff, and Justin there waiting.
"Let me get that for you," Jeff and Nick said together, reaching for his suitcase. Nick grabbed it first, so Jeff stole his keys and locked his door for him.
"With their prey wounded, the predators move in for the kill," Justin intoned.
"Ignore him," Jeff said.
"The question is," Justin said, "will the predators fight over their prey or share the meat?"
Jeff glared. Nick turned bright red. Drew, without keys or suitcase, started off down the hallway.
After the morning show, on the bus, Drew rested. They gave him the couch; he dozed a little, trying to think healthy back thoughts. He'd fallen off a stupid rock. Could he be any more - - great, here came Jeff and Nick. Maybe he could feign sleep. He didn't hear them leave. What were they doing, just standing there staring?
"Nice view."
"Yeah."
"About what Justin said..."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"We shouldn't fight."
"There's enough meat to share."
"Hey."
"Like you weren't thinking it?"
"That's...still...I..."
"Look, if you can't-"
"I can."
"Oh, you can?"
"I can."
"Prove it."
"Prove...prove it?"
"Prove it. Make a move. Be a man."
"Be a - - you're challenging me here?"
"Go for it. If you can."
"I can."
Silence. Footsteps. Fingers at his temple. Soft kiss over his cheekbone. Soft - - holy - - Drew opened his eyes.
"Jeff made me."
"I did not," Jeff said quickly.
Drew frowned, licking his lips quickly, sitting up on the couch. "You kissed me."
"Did not," Nick said way too fast.
"You kissed me."
"Did not."
"You kissed me."
"Did not."
"Jeff, Nick kissed me."
"You're telling on me now?" Nick demanded.
"God, you're like two years old," Jeff said to Nick, pushing him aside on the floor, sitting beside Drew. To Drew: "Nick kissed you. I saw it."
"Why is Nick kissing me?"
"You have a very pretty mouth."
"So?"
"You have a very pretty everything," Jeff added, quiet, fingers on the back of his neck, blue eyes looking right at him soft and serious.
Oh my god.
Jeff's kiss was gentle, slow. He parted his lips for more and tasted Jeff's tongue. He'd never, ever, oh, not like this... He slid his tongue to Jeff's mouth, stroking down Jeff's hair with one hand, his other hand settling on Jeff's hip. Jeff was moving in closer, on the sofa and in his mouth, and he heard a faint gasp that didn't come from the seal of their mouths. At which point he remembered Nick, and remembered exactly whom he was kissing, and jerked back superfast.
Jeff wiped his mouth on the back of one hand. "Too much?"
"Looked good to me," Nick said.
Jeff smacked Nick on the back of the head. "I was asking Drew."
The bus stopped. Right. Work. Yeah. Drew got up and left the bus.
That night, after the concert, in the hotel, Drew unlocked his door. Justin sang the Jaws theme song. When he walked into his room and set down his suitcase, he found himself followed by Nick and Jeff, who locked the door and faced him, Jeff to one side, Nick on the other.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Can I kiss you?" Jeff asked.
Drew swallowed and backed up. He didn't get far, though, because he backed right into Nick, who caught his shoulders and held him still. He reached back and put his hands on Nick's shoulders in return, staring at Jeff. Jeff just came closer and closer and closer and contact.
Wet.
Warm.
Hot.
Alive.
So...fucking...good.
Did he just moan?
He had Nick all against his back, a wall of solid heat keeping him in place. He had Jeff all against his front, Jeff's hand on his hip, Jeff's chest against his, Jeff's tongue stroking his. This really wasn't a good idea, was it? But it felt good, it felt really good, he'd never...felt...
Never felt like this, never felt anything like this, so scared and so excited and so turned on and so right and so wrong, never felt a man's tongue in his mouth or a man's body pressed tightly to his or a man's kiss, a man's touch, not like this, never like this, never felt another man's cock hard and pushing against him and now he had two of those, Nick's behind him and Jeff's in front of him, never felt this from Jeff, never felt this for Jeff, never felt this from Nick, never felt this for Nick, never...felt...
He leaned back into Nick, who supported him deftly, and pulled Jeff closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, one hand on Jeff's nape, the other hand running down to rest at the base of Jeff's spine. When Jeff sucked on his tongue his fingers crept downward, down over Jeff's butt. He'd never realized how tight Jeff was here, how the round curve fit just right in his palm. Time in the gym must have benefited Jeff all over.
Jeff was moving, pulling him away from Nick, tugging him free of Nick's grasp, leading him to the...bed. Bed. Turning them, nudging him, and he reached back and laid down and Jeff was on top of him, and he wasn't used to being on his back under a muscular somewhat older man, but he wouldn't mind doing it a hell of a lot more often, suddenly. But then, too soon, Jeff broke their kiss and said, "Stay here," looking at him to make sure he listened. And Jeff left the bed, saying, "Your turn."
And then it was Nick crawling over him, running a hand down his chest, and he shivered, and his breath caught, and there were about a dozen reasons why. Nick had a wide, soft mouth, a slow, shy kiss. Nick's fingers found the depression of his navel through his shirt and circled there, maddeningly.
"My turn," Jeff said. "Hey." Nick stopped kissing him, looked down at him, leaned in for more, and stood. Then Jeff was back, wearing considerably fewer clothes. Boxers only. Naked otherwise. That was a lot of naked. A lot of naked Jeff.
Warm, smooth skin. Ripples of muscle everywhere, flexing under his touch. Powerful upper body, tight little nipples, thin trail of hair down to heat, hard, a sudden patch of wetness on cotton as Jeff started to leak pre-cum.
"Can you..." Jeff shuddered. "Let go of that?"
He let go, rested his hand on the mattress instead.
Jeff blinked rapidly. "Thank you. Okay. Can I take off your clothes?"
He nodded.
Jeff scooted down and made quick work of his shoes and socks, then helped him out of his shirts and spent an ungodly long time stroking up his torso. While Jeff was licking his right nipple he felt hands down on his fly. Not Jeff's hands; Jeff's hands were busy up higher. Must be Nick's hands, reaching between him and Jeff, opening his fly. He lifted his hips and Nick pulled down his jeans, pulled down his boxers, slid them down his legs and off and then he was totally, completely, naked. Naked naked naked. And Jeff was kissing down his chest.
Nick laid beside him on the bed, on one side, propped on an elbow. Watching. Drew's gaze flickered over; yep, naked except for boxers. So why did he have to be the only naked one here?
Jeff. Was. Licking. His. Cock.
Nick leaned in and kissed him.
Jeff was licking his cock.
Nick was licking his teeth.
"Nick?"
"Yeah?" Nick's eyes were very soft right now. Nick's fingers were gentle on his jawline.
"I think I'm going to come now."
"That's okay. Go ahead." Slow, careful kiss. Jeff stroking and sucking on his cock. Fingers on his jaw. Hand on his balls. Coming and moaning and trying not to bite Nick's tongue in the process.
Vision swimming. Coughing sound. Laughing from Nick. Jeff's voice, slightly amused, slightly breathless, "So that's why girls never swallow."
"He warned you."
"I didn't know he was going to...give that much."
"It's not his fault you don't know how to do it right."
"Like you're the expert! You've never done it, either."
"I wouldn't choke."
"Oh, you wouldn't?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"Prove it."
"Prove it?"
"Prove it."
"He already-"
"He'll get it up again." Jeff crawling up his body, resting against him, kissing his mouth. Jeff tasted sort of like, you know, him, his sex and his cum. He'd tasted his own semen once, after masturbating, wondering what it was like. It wasn't delicious or anything, but it wasn't all that bad.
Mmm, Jeff was hard, Jeff's cock was hard, drooling against his hand through Jeff's boxers.
Jeff pried his hand free. Damn it. He frowned into their kiss. That didn't seem quite fair. Oh, mmm, that felt good...yeah... He arched a little, liking this, this tongue in his mouth thumb on his nipple hand rubbing up his thigh. Jeff had been right. He was definitely going to get it up again. Like, now.
What? No, no, he wanted Jeff's mouth on his mouth, not on...oh...his...yeah...neck. Cause that felt awfully good, that wet heat, that pressure and suction and yeah. Let's do this some more.
"It's my turn."
"You can wait."
"For what?"
"Until I'm finished."
"You're finished now."
"I am not."
"You are so."
"I am not."
"You are so."
"Drew wants me to stay."
"He didn't say that."
"He doesn't need to. It's pretty obvious."
Drew sighed and made an appreciative murmur when Jeff's mouth found his nipple.
"I hate you."
"Go ahead. Drew likes me."
Jeff licked down, down, to his navel, and was he making that noise?
"Okay. Your turn."
"What?"
"I'm finished."
"Outta my way."
"Greedy little-"
"Little?"
"Don't even start that with me."
There was motion and the mattress dipped and then Nick was on top of him, Jeff resting at his side. Nick touched his face, just looking at him, which was really nice and slightly disturbing. A soft, chaste kiss to his lips. Then Nick slid down...down there.
Jeff moved in closer, hand on his cheek turning his face, and kissed his mouth.
Okay, so in the morning maybe he'd have second thoughts about letting his brother lick his balls. But right now, that felt pretty incredible. He was having this all-over humming sensation. And Jeff was leaning over him now, half across him and half on top of him and half beside him - - no, that was too many halves. Oh, who cared? Like he was supposed to think...think...oh god...oh...god...
He reached down with the hand that wasn't on Jeff's neck and closed his fingers over Nick's hair.
"Take your time," Jeff murmured into his mouth. Talking to him, maybe. Yeah, he wanted to take his time, but he also wanted to come right now because that felt really, really, good and exciting and oh, yeah.
Nick had an arm around his waist, pulling him up to Nick's mouth, other hand rubbing at the base of his cock, mouth and tongue and soft hot wet sucking and licking over the rest of his cock, and there was no way in hell he was going to look down there and see it because he'd never be able to look his mother in the eye again if he did.
Jeff stopped kissing him and gently turned his head and he saw.
Saw.
Saw that.
His brother's face down in his groin, his brother's wide wet mouth closing over the head of his cock, cheeks flushed, lips red and slick with, what, his pre-cum?
His fingers stroked Nick's scalp and ever so gently encouraged Nick closer. Nick moaned and slurped up and sucked down and oh, fireworks, bright lights...
Drew opened his eyes.
"Hey." Jeff was to his right, where he'd left Jeff earlier. And, to his left, ah, yes, Nick.
"Hey," Drew said, glancing from one to the other, then picking a nice spot on the ceiling.
A gentle hand smoothing down his abs. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he said a little too weakly, not really convincing.
"Okay," Jeff said, understanding,
warm. Jeff settled in, then, one heavy arm a welcome warmth across
his stomach, head beside his on the pillow, eyes closing. He turned
his face so that his forehead rested against Jeff's, his own eyes closing.
He felt Nick move closer, too, one arm on the pillow and the other over
them, circling and protective. He opened his eyes just a tiny bit,
just enough to spy when Nick stroked his chest and then stroked Jeff's
arm. Yeah. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.