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.
9.) Nick, Joey, Ashley ("Sucker" 72)
Nick interrupts Joey and Ashley's private time, take one.
After lunch and sex, Joey and Ashley had talked some more, and watched TV, and talked some more, and played videogames, and talked some more, and made out. He took Ashley to his bed to get comfortable, getting Ashley naked, getting Ashley hot.
He was hard and moaning and watching Ashley suck and slurp over his dickhead when he heard someone else in the house. Damn, he wanted to come. God, he hoped that was Nick.
“Sweetness?”
Ashley’s head jerked up.
Shit. Joey almost said, “No, no, keep going,” but he was supposed to treat Ashley well every once in a while. He did curl his hand around his dick, though, jacking it a little. “Give me a minute,” he called, while Ashley looked stricken. “It’s okay, pretty,” he said. God, he was so damned close. He wanted to ask Ashley to finish the job, but that probably wouldn’t go over well.
Someday he’d have Ashley trained better.
“What’s he doing here?” Ashley whispered, rolling off of the bed and scrambling around for his clothes.
Joey almost said, “He lives here.” Hell, it was a close call, at this point. “I didn’t think he’d be back this soon.”
Ashley tugged his jeans up over his hips, pulling his shirt on. “I’m dressed like a freaking hustler.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ashley’s mouth was red, his cheeks were red, his hair was tousled, his dick was still halfway hard. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Sweetness,” Nick called. “What the hell’s taking you so long? Dinner’s getting cold!”
“Dinner?” Joey called back, finally forcing himself to get up. He pulled on sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“Yeah, dinner. What the hell were you doing in here, eating on the floor?”
Joey sighed, rolling his eyes and opening the door. “I had company.”
“Who the hell would fall for the big romantic act?” Nick stepped into the doorway, immediately spotting Ashley over Joey’s shoulder. “I should have guessed.”
“Be nice.” Joey kissed Nick. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t know you’d be fucking Angel again. I should’ve guessed, though. His ass-”
“Be nice,” Joey repeated firmly. “What’d you bring for dinner?”
“Why, did you work up an appetite?” Nick’s smile was mean. “I guess we don’t have to feed Angel. All he ever eats is dick.”
“Did you get your head lodged up your ass today? Give him a break.” Joey snatched the take-out bags from Nick’s hand. “You’re the famous drink-mixer, go mix me and pretty something to drink.”
Nick smirked. “My pleasure.”
As soon as Nick was gone, Ashley was right up against Joey’s side. “I should go. I can call somebody for a ride.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Joey kissed him. “I want to spend more time with you. Nick will get over himself in another couple of minutes. Come on, let’s eat. Then maybe we can find some time to,” he smiled, “finish what we started.”
Ashley couldn’t believe that Nick had interrupted them. Interrupted them rudely, and at such a bad time. He’d been so hot, so hard, with Joey’s throbbing thickness in his mouth, tension running all through Joey’s body, Joey’s groans warning him that it was almost time…
And now he was in the living room, eating take-out and drinking something sweet and very blue. “What is this?” he asked, taking another sip.
“A blue snowstorm,” Nick said.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
Ashley blushed, shifting and tugging at his clothes. “No.” How could Nick tell?
“Good for you. Why bother putting it on when you’re just going to have to take it off again?”
Joey chewed and swallowed. “You can quit being an asshole any minute now. We get the point.”
Ashley loved Joey for sticking up for him. Maybe now Nick would see that Joey wouldn’t put up with Nick’s bullshit forever.
“I’m being an asshole?” Nick asked. “I’m being an asshole? I come home and find him in your bed - - again - - and then sit down and eat dinner with him and mix him drinks, and I’m being an asshole? I’m being so fucking generous I should get a fucking Nobel Peace Prize for this bullshit.”
Joey sighed. “What is your problem?”
“Can he at least put some clothes on?”
Joey rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and humor him,” he told Ashley. “Just get something from the closet.”
“All right,” Ashley said, getting up, hitching his pants up. “If he’s that threatened by my body, I’ll cover it up.”
“Oh, bitch,” Nick said, but Ashley was already leaving the room. Nick was such a goddamned prick all of the time. As soon as he showed up, everything was all about him. Him, his ego, his attitude. Joey couldn’t possibly find that attractive.
Entering the bedroom, Ashley went to the closet, flipping on the light and stepping inside. Put some clothes on? What was he, naked? Since when were jeans and a tank top inappropriate?
The problem wasn’t what he had on. The problem was Nick’s need to create drama, and Nick’s insecurity. Ashley had a better body and Nick was threatened by it. Well, Nick had damned well better get used to it.
The closet smelled like Joey. Ashley inhaled, smiling. God, he loved that scent. So masculine. It made him think of a warm, strong Joey hug, being enveloped in-
“Maybe I haven’t been clear.” Nick’s voice came from right behind him. “Let’s get something straight.”
Damn it, he’d been having a terrific day with Joey, and he didn’t need this. “I don’t want to hear it,” he said, getting to the task at hand, scanning the closet for something to wear. He’d just thrown on a T-shirt and-
“I am not,” Nick said, his voice tight and dark, “and never will be, threatened by anything about you.”
Ashley pivoted to face him, fed up with his attitude, unwilling to accept any more of this antagonism.
“And as for what you want, and don’t want?” Nick stepped closer, too close, backing him into Joey’s tie rack, sex and danger in blue eyes. “I know what you want, Angel. I know what you need.”