Wet

Wet, a "Slice of Life" set during "Together" Part Thirteen

Rating: R?

Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Brian Littrell/Jeff Timmons, I guess

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys 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 and the Savage Garden slashwriters.

Wherein there are three naked, wet men; two sleeping, dry men; and a disappointing lack of sex.

Notice: I knew I was skimping on the Jeffsex, and I wanted to follow Nick and Jeff into that shower. And when Brian exited the shower with them, boy did that raise questions. I knew I had to find out what was going on there.

        Jeff turned away from the spray of hot water and tilted his face back into it, running his hands through his hair.

        "Hot damn," Nick said. "I bet Nick showers with you every day, just to see that."

        Jeff grinned and opened his eyes. "You should see him wet."

        "Drew likes me wet."

        Jeff pulled Nick closer and traded places with him, guiding him under the stream. "Drew likes you wet, dry, or any other way." Blue eyes watched water drip from blond eyelashes. "I do see the appeal."

        "Let's be wet and naked together. Except you have to stop staring. Why are you staring?"

        Jeff returned his gaze to Nick's face. "I'd never seen you naked before last night."

        "Oh." Nick moved back a step.

        "You're beautiful, Nick."

        Nick's mouth opened and closed. Then he spat water and looked around, nervous.

        "I knew that you would be. I never...I didn't know how beautiful. How..."

        Nick waited.

        "If I didn't have Nick... I am so glad that I've been given the green light to have impure thoughts about you, because at this point, not lusting after you will be impossible."

        "You want me?" Nick asked.

        "Yes," Jeff said.

        "You can have me," Nick said, not coy, not teasing, only direct.

        "Nick-"

        "No, no," Nick said, and put a hand on Jeff's shoulder. "I want, I want to, you... You were so nice to me, you're always so good to me, and I want to be nice to you, too. I want to be very nice to you."

        "I love you, Nick." Jeff cupped his face in one hand. "I don't want sexual favors from you."

        Nick frowned, translating that sentence. "I don't, I'm not, it's not like that, I, you-"

        "Nick-" Jeff wanted to explain before-

        Translation complete. "You bastard!" Nick shouted, and pushed Jeff back. "You filthy fucking-"

        "Nick-"

        "You don't have to, I, I never, I thought... I thought you were different, I thought-"

        "Nick-" Jeff reached for Nick's arm.

        "Touch me and I'll hurt you."

        "Nick. I didn't mean... I'm sorry. I didn't say it right. I know you don't-"

        "Go to hell."

        "My god, you're so beautiful," Jeff said. "I can't believe I could do damage to you. Nick, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded, I wasn't - - I said it wrong. You don't give sexual favors, you don't trade yourself - - but you do make love to express affection, and you do have sex to show your love, and I want you to know that you can love me and I can love you, with sex or without it. You were in pain and I wanted to help, you needed to see love and I wanted to show you love. You don't need to thank me or-"

        "I know, you're...you don't expect sex."

        "No one expects sex from you, Nick. I don't even hope to get it. I enjoy your company regardless."

        "But you want me."

        "Yes."

        "And you want to have sex with me."

        "Yes."

        "And you know that we're allowed."

        "Yes."

        "Want to?"

        "Want to...what?"

        "Let me suck your big dick."

        "Nick-"

        "I only got to try once. I want to try again."

        "You don't have to do that."

        "You know I've wanted to suck you for years now. You have to let me try it. It'll be good practice, anyway."

        "Only if you want to."

        "You could kiss me first."

        Nick's kiss was deep and wet, sweet and hot and uncomplicated. Long fingers stroked water down Jeff's back. Kissing someone else made Jeff miss his husband with a satisfying ache, but he loved this beautiful young man. "Nick."

        Nick pulled away from him. "Wait right here."

        Jeff raised his eyebrows as Nick left the shower.

        Slicking back his hair, dripping water across the carpet, Nick ran to the bed. Brian was leaving slow kisses down the sleeping Nick's upper arm. "Hey, stop that."

        Brian looked up at him. "You're wet."

        "Come help me."

        "I'm not breaking another showerhead."

        Nick laughed. "Come, come," he insisted, tugging Brian's hand. "Faster, we're going to miss it."

        "What are we doing?" Brian asked.

        "We're having sex with Jeff."

        "I wanted to-"

        "Brian. We're having sex with Jeff," Nick explained. "They're sleeping. I know that they're very...damn," Nick said, taking a look. "Maybe we should stay here. No, no, we're having sex with Jeff, I don't want to miss it. Come, come." Nick pulled Brian up from the bed. "Hurry."

        "We can't all fit in the shower together," Brian said.

        "If Jeff can get his cock up Nick's ass, he can fit three people in a shower," Nick said. "He fucked Drew. Our little Drew. Jeff, are you still in here?"

        "Nick, what are you doing?" Jeff asked.

        Nick climbed back into the shower, pulling Brian in with him. "Brian, Jeff. Jeff, Brian. I'm going to suck Jeff's big dick. You can watch. Here, first, wait. You have to see Brian get wet." Nick pushed Brian under the spray, Jeff getting out of their way. "See? Here, look. The water drips off of his jaw like, damn. Brian, can I suck you next?"

        Brian kissed Nick. "You have fun with Jeff."

        "I'm going to have fun with Jeff," Nick said, and grinned. "Lots of fun. Big fun. Come and have fun with me," he invited Jeff.

        "I didn't know we were having an audience," Jeff said. Despite last night, he was more used to having sex one-on-one. He wasn't sure how he felt about having someone else in the room. Or in the shower.

        "It's just Brian," Nick said. "He was in there molesting your Nick. I had to make him behave himself. Always needs supervision. Always getting into trouble."

        "Nick." Brian kissed him. "What's wrong?"

        "Nothing. I'm having sex now."

        Brian smoothed Nick's hair.

        "I want you and Jeff to make love together."

        "Make love?" Brian asked.

        "Yeah."

        "Why?"

        "He's, he's, Jeff's good to me. He likes me."

        "Nick, do you know what you said about loving Drew and wanting me to marry him? You love Jeff, and you want me to make love with him. Maybe you should make love with him."

        "No, that's-"

        "Not here, not now. Not in the shower, before you've spent time alone with me and Drew. But later. Someday. You should make love with Jeff."

        Nick scowled at Brian.

        Brian kissed Jeff.

        Nick scowled at Jeff.

        Jeff kissed Nick.

        "Now how am I supposed to have sex?" Nick asked.

        "You're supposed to be taking a shower," Brian said.

        "I can help," Jeff suggested.

        "Help me wash the fun places," Nick said. "Good idea. Brian won't let us make love. We can still screw around."

        "Exactly." Jeff kissed him again. "Brian's smart. You should listen to him."

        "He babbles, but he's cute, so I keep him around."

        Jeff smiled. "That's nice of you."

        "Even cute people have their uses."

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