WANNABES
"Wannabes" are scenes that originally were written for "Sucker" but were deleted or rewritten along the way, shown here in their original form.
Since
these scenes are not part of "Sucker" and were in fact deliberately removed from
"Sucker," please do not take any of the plot points or expressed opinions as
actual "Sucker" canon. Whatever the guys say or think here in these scenes
is irrelevant to the overall "Sucker" plot.
"Sucker" (copyright 2002-2006 by Matthew Haldeman-Time) is rated NC-17 for
graphic male-male sex. The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC,
and O-Town 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.
7.) Dan, Trevor, Chris, Joey, Ashley, Jacob ("Sucker" 68)
Chris sees Trevor's newly tricked-out car.
Trevor was in the car with Dan, playing with the remote control, when he heard an engine. Checking the rearview mirror, he saw Chris pull into the drive.
“I’ll be inside,” Dan said.
“Okay.” While Dan left, Trevor watched Chris get out and study the car. Sucking in a deep breath, he opened the door, stepping out. “Hey.”
“I don’t know,” Chris said, walking around the car in a slow arc. “There’s something different about it. Did they wax it or something?”
He loved Chris and his stomach was in knots. “They just slapped some paint on it.”
Nodding thoughtfully, Chris made a “hmm” noise. “They did a good job. I hope it wasn’t too expensive. You know those guys can rip you off.”
“No, I had a friend at the shop. He hooked me up.” Complete lie. “He said he could get me a good deal. I had no idea it’d be like this.”
“It’s good to have friends.”
Chris reached his side, gaze on the car, slipping a hand into his back pocket.
“You want to take it for a spin? Now that it’s back, you should take it on the
road, make sure it still works.”
He was dying to drive it. But with Chris in the passenger seat?
“I never noticed those little TV screens before,” Chris said, peering inside. “You know, that’s not very safe. Watching TV and driving at the same time is just asking for trouble.”
Trevor swallowed. “It’s more for the passengers.”
“It’s funny, how things change,” Chris said. “Cars with TV’s in them. Is that a DVD player?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d rather watch a movie in the comfort of my own home, but if you’d rather come out and sit in the car to do it, I guess that’s up to you.” Chris touched at the door like he was testing the paint. “Shiny.”
Chris didn’t like it. Did Chris know that something was up? Could Chris tell that he was lying?
Chris’s fingers rubbed in and out of his pocket, which kind of turned him on. Still looking at the car, Chris asked, “Do you want to have sex in the backseat or on the hood?”
He’d already thought about that, but he couldn’t believe that Chris was actually asking. He looked at Chris’s face, checking.
Chris looked right back at him, like it had been a perfectly normal question. “If we do it in my garage no one will see.”
He had to ask. “Do you like it?”
“Sex?” Chris asked, wrinkling his brow.
Trevor grinned. “The car.”
“Of course I like it. It’s
yours. I like everything about you.” Chris’s hand wandered over to his other
pocket. “I’m going to call it the Trevmobile.”
At the moment, it felt more like the guilt-mobile. “Thanks for letting me borrow your car.”
“No problem. I can only drive one at a time.”
He wanted this car. He wanted every single tricked out feature on it. He wanted what it represented, that there had been possibilities between him and Kevin. But at the moment, it seemed like one big fat “LIAR!” sign. How could he expect things to stay solid with Chris if Chris couldn’t trust him?
Chris had to know he wasn’t being honest. If he’d talked to the shop about getting this done to his car, he would’ve said something. He would’ve at least told Chris that he was getting a deal from a friend. He would’ve called Chris as soon as the car showed up and told Chris to rush over and see it.
So what did Chris think? There was no way for Chris to guess that Kevin was behind it. Chris didn’t even know that he and Kevin had been talking.
“The backseat might get crowded, but I don’t want to scratch the paint on the hood,” Chris said.
“We can do that later.” He couldn’t fuck Chris on Kevin’s car. That would just be weird. Although if Chris actually wanted to do it, how could he pass up that possibility? He’d never been with anyone who’d even bring it up, much less really offer to do it.
“Let me know when.” Chris’s fingers messed with his back belt loop. “Is Jacob here?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just wondering.”
A truck pulled up beside Chris’s car. Joey got out, immediately approaching Trevor’s car. “Damn. I almost didn’t recognize it.”
“New paint job,” Chris said.
“This is a pimp ride.” Joey crouched down, examining the neon. “Damn, who did this?”
“The, uh, Seaver Street Auto Shop,” Trevor said.
“Looks great, doesn’t it?” Chris asked Joey as he walked around to the front. “Don’t tell Justin. He’ll get jealous. You know how he is about cars.”
“Yeah,” Joey said, straightening. The look he shot Chris made no sense but made Trevor uneasy. “What’d they charge for this?”
Trevor had no idea. “You can’t ask him that,” Chris said. “You can probably ask him about the stereo, though. Let me guess, the speakers are in the back because pimps don’t worry about things like groceries?”
He hadn’t thought of that. He could put the bags in the backseat, though. Or use someone else’s car.
“But who needs groceries when you have spinners?” Chris asked. “What size are those rims, anyway?”
“Joey!” Ashley came outside, smiling and sparkling. “Is this a hot car or what?”
“It’s very hot,” Chris said.
“You should hear the bass. The subwoofers are enormous.”
“That must have cost a lot,” Joey said.
“We’re not broke,” Ashley said with a little laugh.
“If you do go broke, this car would be a good place to live,” Chris said. “It has a DVD player and everything. With the lights and the neon, it would be like living in a night club on wheels.”
Trevor winced.
“You should get something like this,” Ashley told Joey.
“Joey loves souped-up cars,” Chris said. “He used to put a lot of money into his cars, but then he had a bunch of accidents right in a row, so he decided it wasn’t worth it.”
“Thanks for sharing that, Chris,” Joey said. He didn’t look happy.
Chris shrugged.
“I hope that they weren’t bad accidents,” Ashley said. “Was everybody okay?”
“No one got hurt,” Joey said. “It wasn’t that bad. You look good today. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Ashley said.
“I’d love to greet you properly,
but that’ll have to wait until we get home. There are things I can’t do out
here in public.”
Chris’s hand left Trevor’s back.
With a blush, Ashley said good-bye and followed Joey to his truck.
“What a nice couple,” Chris said.
“Joey and Ashley?” Trevor asked, surprised.
“Ashley’s little pecs. They’re so cute.”
Laughing, Trevor swatted him. “Don’t check out my friends!”
“Come on, let’s go inside.
There are things I can’t do out here in public. Like use your bathroom.”
“Do you think that I should bulk up?” Trevor asked, rubbing his chest as they walked to the front door.
“I don’t think that you should change a thing,” Chris said. “We can’t all look like Kevin.” He coughed, entering the house. “I meant Justin. We can’t all look like Justin.”
“Can you see him naked whenever you want to?”
Chris coughed again. “Justin? Why would I want to?” Chris looked at him. “Do you see your friends naked on a daily basis?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure that I do,” Chris said. “If you want to know what Justin looks like naked, ask Dan.”
Trevor felt his eyebrows go up. “Dan?”
“Dan Miller,” Chris said.
Dan… Trevor had wondered, speculated, but… “Are you serious?”
“You didn’t know that,” Chris said. He looked worried. “I don’t think that I was supposed to mention it.”
“Dan?” Trevor asked. “Dan!”
“Uh-oh,” Chris said.
Trevor walked farther into the house. “Dan!”
“It’s not really that - - it’s just Justin, he’s a nudist - - he doesn’t look that great, anyway,” Chris said, hurrying after him. “Stop, stop!”
“Justin Timberlake!” Trevor said. “We’re talking about Justin Timberlake’s naked body!”
“We are?” Jacob asked from the kitchen. “Let’s change the subject.”
“Where’s Dan?” Trevor asked.
“This is not good,” Chris said.
“I’m right here,” Dan said, coming in with a book in hand. “What’d I miss?”
“You’re supposed to be my best friend,” Trevor said. “Best friends tell each other important things. If I saw Britney and Angelina making out, I’d tell you!”
“I hope so,” Dan said.
“And if you see Justin Timberlake’s naked body, you’re supposed to tell me!”
“If I what?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows.
“If he what?” Jacob asked.
“I’m in trouble,” Chris said.
“I’m not asking for details - - I’d love details, and between friends, I think that you should give me some - - but just the basic fact, ‘I saw Justin naked,’ you should tell me!” Trevor said.
“Where did you hear that I saw Justin naked?” Dan asked.
“My fault,” Chris said.
“How close are you?” Jacob asked.
“You’ve never seen Brian’s skin?” Trevor asked Jacob.
“We were in a gym, in a locker room,” Jacob said.
“You were?” Chris asked.
“You’ve seen Brian Littrell naked?!” Trevor demanded. “No one tells me anything!”
“You do seem to be out of the loop on a lot,” Chris said.
“I have to sit down.” Trevor found a kitchen chair, sitting heavily. “You’ve seen Justin Timberlake and Brian Littrell naked and you never told me?”
“A locker room?” Chris asked Jacob.
“What was I supposed to say?” Jacob asked Trevor. “We went to a gym, we were in the locker room. I didn’t stare, and even if I had looked, what do you think I was going to see? He’s a regular guy.”
“He’s not a regular guy!” Trevor protested. “He’s Brian Littrell! He’s a Backstreet Boy!”
“And they all have two dicks?”
Jacob asked. “What is your problem? They’re regular guys. You’ve seen Chris
naked, was that a miraculous experience?”
Trevor almost snorted. “Of course it was! He’s Chris Kirkpatrick!” He’d seen Chris naked a lot more since then, and it was still pretty damned fabulous.
“You’re hopeless.” Jacob left.
Jacob had seen all of Brian that there was to see. Dan had seen Justin. Trevor had to admit that Justin probably looked a little better than Brian, body-wise, but, damn, seeing an actual Backstreet Boy naked… Which Ashley had done, and Erik might or might not have done depending on which lie was true. Damn.
“I didn’t tell anyone because I respect Justin’s privacy,” Dan said. “Justin trusted me, and he became very comfortable around me.”
“Justin’s a nudist,” Chris said.
“He is,” Dan agreed. “There was nothing sexual about it. I wanted him to feel safe and comfortable. So I let him go ahead, and I just never looked down.”
“But he looks great,” Trevor asked. “Doesn’t he?”
“He looks better than any of us,” Dan said. “He’s very…fit.”
“Damn.” Trevor couldn’t believe it. Justin Timberlake, naked.
“He looks terrible,” Chris said. “No ass, skinny chicken legs.”
“Is there anyone else you’ve seen naked you aren’t telling me about?” Trevor asked Dan. “You have to tell me these things.”
“If I stumble over JC’s naked body, I’ll let you know,” Dan promised.
Trevor wondered what Kevin looked like naked. Kevin’s body was the ultimate in masculine perfection. His hands had never touched anything more ideal. Kevin’s firm chest, those hard arms...
“I’m glad that no one cares what I look like naked,” Dan said.
Chris stared.
“Dan thinks that the fans love us for our music,” Trevor explained.
“Oh.” Chris edged away from Dan, closer to Trevor. “And how else has his madness manifested?”