Wrong

Wrong, seventh in "Attainable"

Rating: PG

Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/JC Chasez/Brian Littrell/Justin Timberlake

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.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers.

Wherein they anticipate, they share, and they create conflict.

Notice: "Wannabe," "Slack," "Oops," "Home," "Ow," "Plot," "Wrong."

Erica

They'd anticipated problems from the start. Four people sharing one relationship was difficult as it was. The four of them sharing one house, one bed - - they'd had to special-order the bed. Nick had said that they only needed a three-person bed, because Justin shared body space like a leech. Justin had said that they'd need room for sex - - but only for three people then, too, since no one planned on doing Nick.

The simplest matter created conflict. Or, Nick and Justin created conflict over the simplest matter. For example, with four of them, he and JC had decided that it would be easiest to rotate responsibilities. Everyone would take a turn at providing dinner. Not cooking a gourmet feast, necessarily, but seeing that everyone was fed. After all, not all of them cooked well.

"Yeah," Justin said. "Carter doesn't cook, Carter eats."

Explaining Justin's black eye had not been fun, especially since all of their acquaintances had "reservations" about their new relationship. They all dealt with the criticism, privately and together. If he ever wondered, in those early days, whether the relationship were worth the fighting, the criticism from outside, the judgment and disapproval and tears, then he went to JC. And kissed JC. And closed his eyes and let it happen. Let JC happen. There was nothing like it. Nobody like JC. And the fighting, Justin's petty insults and Nick's outraged resentment...the way JC looked at Nick, the way Justin kissed Nick, the way Justin felt against his body...it was worth it. It was more than worth it.

People tried to figure out their relationship. He'd overheard Kevin and Howie arguing over whether it was two threesomes or an assortment of couples. What it really was, was them. The four of them. No more, no less. The four of them in one home, one relationship. Was it sick? Self-indulgent? Doomed? He couldn't say. He didn't think so. Were they all in love? Yes. In different ways, for different reasons, they all loved each other. Did love mean everything and conquer all? No. But communication, compromise, and patience helped. He didn't expect perfection. He didn't want perfection.

Although it would be nice if Nick and Justin got along better. Whenever they crossed paths, they fought. Sometimes it got physical. Sometimes it got sexual. It was unfortunate that he usually didn't get to see the sexual times. From what he understood, when he and JC were gone and no one was there to supervise, Nick did to Justin as Nick pleased.

He wasn't sure what he thought about that. Okay, it turned him on. But besides that, he was a little worried.

Nick wouldn't hurt Justin.

Not deliberately.

Right?

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