banner by Vanessa
Copyright June 29, 2003-June 12, 2004 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/Brian/JC/Justin
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC 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. These writings are works of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Nick was coming home tomorrow. JC couldn't wait. He wanted to soak himself in Nick. Brian had dibs, but JC was going to make sure he got time with Nick, too.
JC called Lance, checked in with Chris, and spent some time in his upstairs studio. Around eleven he wandered down to the kitchen. Just as he was rummaging through the refrigerator, he heard someone at the front door.
Brian and Justin, home already? He'd hoped they'd take more time. JC walked to the kitchen doorway.
The front door opened.
JC stared. "Nick?"
Nick grinned. "Honey, I'm home."
JC's world was warmer. Brighter. "Hi."
"Hi," Nick said, returning his grin. "Happy to see me?"
"Very," JC said, walking into the foyer. He kissed Nick, not closing his eyes until Nick's eyes closed, feeling Nick's arm come around his waist. Nick kissed like they were equals, like Nick could take anything he had to give, and JC loved that. He backed off enough to look into Nick's face, resisting the urge to smooth Nick's hair and straighten Nick's collar the way Brian would have. "How was it?"
"Good," Nick said, in his casual, I don't want to talk about it, voice. "Is Brian home?"
"Oh, no, Kevin gave him Magic tickets. He took Justin."
Nick's eyes narrowed and flickered.
"Brian's really missed you," JC said. "We all have."
Nick's thumb caressed JC's temple. "Even you?"
JC smiled. "Especially me." He kissed Nick again, savoring the slide of Nick's tongue. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been alone with Nick, really and truly alone, without interruption. Nick was nothing like Brian, nothing like Justin, different and unique and challenging. Nick was much simpler, and much, much more complicated. Right from the beginning JC had been drawn to him, so incredibly fucking drawn to him that it had been dangerous, dangerous and shameful and secret; a secret from Justin, a secret from Brian, never a secret from Nick. Nick had known, had read it in his eyes, seen it on his face.
"How long until they get back?" Nick asked, breaking the kiss.
JC wasn't ready to end the
kiss yet. He caught Nick's mouth and took more. By the time
he was finished, he'd forgotten the question. But then it didn't
matter, because Nick was pulling his shirt off over his head, running strong
hands over his chest, kissing him deeply. JC pulled off Nick's shirt,
pushing his tongue against Nick's, putting his fingers to Nick's nipple,
hearing Nick groan. He could feel Nick's erection hardening against
him, and he reached down, working open Nick's fly with one hand, letting
Nick begin to bend him back over the table.
A tired, intimate sound of agreement by his ear. Nick held him closer.
"We've really missed you. I don't know how a bed holding three people can feel empty."
"Yeah. Me, too."
JC heard it, that odd note of withholding, that ever-so-slight restraint in Nick's voice. It caused a pang of regret deep inside him. "We didn't expect you until tomorrow. If he'd known you were coming, he would have been here. They both would have."
"I know," Nick said. He kissed JC's naked shoulder. "Thanks."
"For what?" JC asked, running his hand over Nick's back.
"You were a great welcoming committee."
JC slipped his hand up Nick's nape, into Nick's hair. "It's good to have you home. It's good to have you alone."
Nick's hand rested on JC's hip. "You, too."
"I love you," JC whispered,
and fell asleep to the thought.
"You weren't here," Nick said. He looked straight past Brian's shoulder to where Justin was standing beside the bed. Justin frowned, but had the grace to look uncomfortable.
"We had tickets," Brian said. "I didn't know you were coming back tonight, Nick. What happened? God, it's good to see you. How was everything?"
"It's fine," Nick said, wrapping an arm around Brian's waist to pull Brian to his body. Brian came against him familiarly, easily. "It was okay." He nuzzled Brian's neck, and Brian's fingers feathered through his hair.
"I missed you," Brian said, nuzzling him in return. Nick kissed Brian, slowly making love to Brian's mouth. "Nick," Brian murmured, and his touches became more sexually intimate.
Nick tugged at Brian's clothes, undressing him slowly in between nuzzling and groping. They rolled over more towards the side of the bed, so they wouldn't run into JC too much.
Brian always was a great lover, because he was heavily invested in Nick's body and Nick's responses and Nick's pleasure. Tonight, Brian couldn't get enough, couldn't stop touching, couldn't stop exploring.
Nick always performed best for an audience. With Brian eagerly soaking up every response, with JC and Justin watching, he put on a show. Moaning, groaning, twisting, writhing, bucking, pulling, pushing. Rocking his hips, pinching his nipples, pulling his hair. Kissing, biting, licking, sucking. Arching his back, curling his toes, smearing cum over his skin.
Finally sated, at least for the moment, Brian kissed him tenderly, rolling to one side, bringing him along. "I'm glad you're home," Brian said.
"Me, too," Nick said.
"I love you," Brian murmured, gently rubbing noses.
"I love you," Nick said.
Brian tucked in closer, eyes drifting shut.
Nick looked over Brian's shoulder. Justin was still standing there, watching. There was pain on Justin's face, and longing. He was visibly hard in the lamplight. When he met Nick's eyes, Nick saw how badly he was aching.
What was the bitch's problem? He wanted Brian back?
Nick raised a fist, then
deliberately extended his middle finger. Then he kissed Brian's cheek
and closed his eyes, going to sleep.