Chased Amy
Copyright January 18, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
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, the Savage Garden slashers, and David.
Wherein there's Jeff, a well-known phenomenon, and a reasonable explanation of that phenomenon.
Notice: David showed me two photographs of Jeff in bondage. He really should know better.
He might have been a more successful dancer if he hadn't had a three-inch plug up his ass.
He didn't always have it. They put it in him for occasional appearances, half of the concerts, and one video shoot. It was a semi-regular step of the process: wardrobe, hair, make-up, plug. Inserted with a professional touch and a careless slap on the ass.
Business as usual.
Sometimes they removed it once the performance ended, tugging it free as he changed into street clothes. Sometimes they left it in until it was time for bed and they needed to use his ass themselves.
Afterward, seeing tapes of their performances, Jeff could tell. He always knew which times he'd been wearing it, and which he hadn't. When he looked slightly more relaxed and natural, he wasn't wearing it. When he looked more uncoordinated and awkward, he was.
If they wanted to fuck up their own shows, that was their business.
As long as they fucked him,
too, he didn't care.