Chased Amy
Copyright May 26, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell
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. And Kyla. Glare. When will you people learn to stop mentioning random plot ideas to me? "Oh, I wonder if Drew ever had sex in somebody else's house?" Bad Kyla.
Wherein there is a dishwasher, a toaster, and a closet.
"If I'm not having sex in this house, nobody can have sex in this house," Drew said.
Jeff scratched his chin and looked at the ceiling. Nick turned red and looked at the floor.
Drew stared. He remembered to close his mouth. Then, "No. You didn't. You didn't! You had sex in my house?! Where? When? You didn't use the bed, did you?"
"You'd rather they use the kitchen table?" Justin asked.
"I eat at that table!"
"I eat at that table," Justin said. "Tell me you didn't use the kitchen table."
"Bathroom," Jeff said, as Nick said, "Guest room." They glanced at each other and blushed.
Drew's jaw dropped again.
"Anywhere else?" Justin asked.
"Closet," Jeff said, as Nick said, "Basement."
"When are you doing this?!" Drew demanded. "Why are you doing this?!"
"I think you know why," Justin said.
"Because my idiot brother can't keep his hands off of his husband," Drew said. "Learn some self-control!"
"The closet was his fault," Nick said.
"You did not have sex in a closet," Drew said.
"It's so cliche," Justin said.
"I've lived here for four weeks and you've had sex four times," Drew said. "Are you spacing it out once a week or did you have one really busy afternoon?"
"The bathroom was the second day," Nick said. "The basement was a few days after that. The closet was last week."
"And the guest room?"
"Yesterday," Nick said too quickly.
"Tell me you changed the sheets!"
"We didn't use the bed."
"I don't want to know. I don't want to know," Drew repeated. "And you?" he asked Justin.
"I've been good," Justin said. "It's a personal policy of mine to let the actual owner of the house get laid in it before I try."
"I appreciate it," Drew said. "And you two, I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
"You can't seriously be that horny," Justin said. "You have self-control."
"The bathroom was totally my fault," Nick said. "The basement was just because the bathroom had been fun. Yesterday in the guest room - - well, by now it's a tradition."
"And the closet?" Drew asked.
"My fault," Jeff said.
"We were unpacking," Nick said.
"Brian and Nick's stuff, right." Drew looked at them. "And?"
"And...Nick had this..." Nick swallowed. "Jeff found it. Not on purpose! Just...it was there, with Nick's stuff, and we were moving boxes, and..."
"Like what? Sex toys?" Justin asked.
"And you used it?!" Drew demanded.
"No!" Nick said. "No, it just...made Jeff horny."
"So he pushed you into a closet," Justin said. "I can see that."
"What was it?" Drew asked. "What did you find?"
"Nothing," Nick said.
"You two," Drew said, "are incredibly immature."
"Says the guy who's with Nick Carter," Nick muttered.
"That's Nick Carter Littrell Lachey," Drew said. "And he's never grabbed me for sex in a closet, a bathroom, a-"
"He will."
"Not in somebody else's house!"
"He will."
"Come on. He'll love it."
"He'll hate it."
"Have you met Drew?"
"He won't want to. You know he won't want to, and I-"
"Just try it."
"Try it."
"Try it."
"Don't look at me like that. I am not seducing Drew in his brother's home."
"Yeah, Nick might get jealous."
"Nick, don't."
"Brian, please? Please, Brian? Pleeeeeeeeeeee-"
"Nick!"
"Made you laugh."
"Why can't you do it?"
"This is more fun."
"You're disturbed."
"You're disturbed. You're the one who's saying, no, no, I don't want to have sex with Drew."
"I do want Drew. But he will not be comfortable doing anything in his brother's home."
"You can convince him."
"I don't want to have to convince him."
"Why do you have morals?"
"I don't know. I think it has something to do with my upbringing."
"Yeah, your parents-"
"Nick, don't."
"Sorry."
Brian sighed and rested a familiar hand on Nick's hip. "I don't want to make Drew uncomfortable. I don't want him to regret anything we do together."
"He won't. Brian, he won't. Drew's sexy as shit and we both know it. He just has to give himself the chance to let it out. And you, you're a big old pervert, so stop trying to hide it."
Brian smiled.
"Okay?"
"I'll try. No promises."
Nick kissed him. "And later, you can tell me all about it."
"Maybe we'll re-enact it for you."
"Mmm, I like that."
Brian kissed him. "I love you. And you have to help me."
"Help?"
"If I'm seducing Drew, you have to distract Nick and Jeff."
"I can do that."
"Oh, no. Nick-"
"Let me at 'em."
"What does it look like he's doing?" Jeff asked, stacking plates in the dishwasher.
Nick paused in his attempt to check his reflection in the side of the toaster. "Do these pants make my butt look big?"
"Did you lace his food with estrogen?" Nick asked Jeff.
"You look fine, Nick," Drew said.
"You like my ass. You're biased. Jeff, you tell me. Be honest. I can take it."
Jeff, flatware in hand, stepped behind Nick and looked. Kept looking. Started breathing funny.
Nick made a warning growl.
Jeff snapped back to attention. "Looks good to me."
Nick caught Brian's eye. Brian didn't want to. Nick insisted. Brian made a feeble protest. Nick wouldn't let him back out of it. Brian gave in. Satisfied, Nick turned back to Jeff. "You said my butt looks good."
"I did," Jeff agreed.
"Can I tell you what I think of your ass?"
"Carter," Nick said.
"Come on," Brian said to Drew.
"We can't leave him alone," Drew said. "Nick will hurt him."
Brian tugged Drew out of the room. "We'll be in the living room when you're finished checking out each other's butts."
"What is Nick - - where are we - - Brian, what..."
"Be very, very quiet," Brian whispered. "I'm hunting Drew."
Drew looked at Brian, who was standing in the coat closet, one hand on his arm trying to urge him in. He looked around at the rest of the apartment, the living room, the entryway, hearing voices from the kitchen. He looked at Brian. "You are not sane."
Brian ran one hand over his stomach, then up under his shirt. "Come play with me, Drew."
"Brian..."
He let Drew see skin.
Drew wavered.
"I'll do whatever you want."
Drew's breath hitched. "Anything?"
"Anything," Brian promised, feeling Drew's desire rise.
Drew let Brian pull him into the closet. He closed the door behind himself. He sensed Brian reaching for the chain overhead to let light into the darkness; he was bold enough to say, "No."
"Okay," Brian said. "What do you want, Drew?"
Drew's hands found Brian's hips. He leaned in, brushing his lips over Brian's cheek, kissing Brian's mouth. Then Drew knelt.
Brian forced himself to relax, resting his shoulders against the wall, letting Drew have this moment. Drew mouthed him through his pants, a thoroughly frustrating exploration that made Brian hard with wanting Drew on his naked flesh. So sexy, this wanting and not having, Drew close but not enough.
Drew made soft, eager sounds and Brian wondered if he'd be the first to come from a blowjob through denim. Drew's hands had strayed from his hips; one had a firm grasp of Brian's ass, while the other massaged Brian's thigh. He knew that Drew's attention was on the front of his jeans, and Drew wasn't intentionally grabbing his ass. Which only made it better.
Brian wanted to open his jeans. He had to wait, had to wait, had to let Drew do it.
Oh, god... Drew...
"Yes," Nick said. "Drew has oh, so pretty, kind of square at the corners but-"
"Carter-"
"And Brian, Brian has-"
"Carter!"
"I bet it would be good," Nick said, gazing at Jeff as though they were the only two in the room, "to kiss you right here." He let his fingers graze behind Jeff's jaw, behind Jeff's earlobe.
"Yes," Jeff said. "I like being kissed there."
"Does he kiss you there?"
"Yes," Jeff said, smiling.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes."
"Where else does he kiss you?"
"Carter!"
Nick looked up, startled, but not by Nick's shout. There had been a sort of muted crashing sound. Uh-oh.
"What was that?" Jeff asked, and his husband led the way to investigate.
Drew was standing just outside of the coat closet, looking stunned. Brian was zipping up, his cheeks the most delightful shade of red with a bead of sweat sliding its way from his temple. Coats were making their way towards the floor, falling along the downward slope of the silver bar which now was not quite parallel.
"Damn," Nick said. "You broke the closet. Drew, what did you do?"
"I have to go home," Drew said, avoiding eye contact.
"Sorry," Brian said. "I'll pay to get it fixed."
"You had sex in the closet," Jeff said. "You had sex in the closet."
"Laugh and I'll hurt you," Drew said. "Going home now." He headed for the front door, quickly.
His brother caught his arm and turned him around. "What are you - - why are you - - oh." Nick closed his eyes.
"Sorry," Drew said, voice soft.
"God, Drew." There was hope and pain and desire in Nick's voice.
Drew swallowed.
"What happened?" Nick Carter asked, not sure what Drew's problem was, definitely wanting to know how they'd broken the closet.
"I got, I, I'm sorry," Brian said. "It's my fault. I dragged him in here and I got, I pulled too hard."
"What is wrong with you?" Nick asked Drew, glaring at Nick Timmons-Lachey's back.
"Came in my pants," Drew whispered, turning red.
"Damn," Nick said. "Next time, I'm taking you to the closet and Brian can distract these guys."
"Can we go home?" Drew asked.
"Guys, it's okay," Jeff said. "Don't worry about it."
"Thanks for dinner," Nick said. "Sorry about your closet. I'll take them home until they can learn to behave themselves in public." He guided Brian out of the closet and towards the door. "We had a wonderful time. Some of us more than others."
"Good night," Jeff said. "Thanks for...coming."
"Only you find that funny," Drew muttered.
"I think it's funny," Nick Carter said. The door closed behind them. "I can't believe you two. What were you doing?"
"I'm sorry," Brian said to Drew. "I didn't mean-"
Drew turned to Brian, and his touch was warm, and his mouth tasted like, oh, god... "Let's go home," Drew whispered, eyes shining with lust, tongue wet against Brian's. "I want to suck you again."
"Holy shit," Nick said.
"What the fuck did you do to Drew? No, no, not in the hallway, Drew,
come on, you can wait until we get home for that. Brian, stop sucking
his tongue."