Copyright November 24, 2002-January 7, 2005 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairings: Backstreet Boys/*NSYNC/O-Town

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and O-Town 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.

Continued from part twelve...

        “Yeah,” Joey said.  “Tell him we had a great time, invite him over.”

        “And if he starts protesting?”

        “Talk him into it.”

        “If you start fucking up, I’m taking over,” Nick warned.

        Taking over?  Bastard.  “It’s Ashley,” Joey said.  “I can talk him into anything, including getting fucked by you.”

        “He already wanted me,” Nick said.

        Pissed off by Nick’s casual arrogance, wanting to get it over with, wanting to prove to Nick his own hold over Ashley, Joey started dialing.

        “Not yet,” Nick said, taking the phone from him.  “Wait until you’re hard.  He can hear it in your voice.”

        “And how am I supposed to get hard?” Joey asked.

        Nick kissed him, massaging high inside his thigh.  Joey wanted to push him off, but he was really good, so Joey went with it, kissing back.  Somehow, Nick’s hands knew exactly where Joey’s body needed to be touched, exactly how it needed to be touched, even when Joey himself didn’t know.  Nick’s mouth was gloriously divine and sinfully wicked and deliciously skilled, and Joey couldn’t believe he hadn’t had that on his dick yet.  When Nick took Joey’s shirt off, and pushed him onto his back, and started tonguing his nipples, Joey moaned, ripping his own fly open.  Nick took his dick in hand, pumping it, licking heat into his mouth.  “Call Ashley,” Nick said, palming Joey’s balls.

        Joey moaned, feeling that primal urge to fuck, to come.  Maybe he couldn’t fuck Nick, but he could sure as hell fuck Ashley.  He dialed.  While the phone rang, he fucked Nick’s firm grip.  When he heard Ashley’s innocent, “Hello?” he had to rip his mouth from Nick’s kiss to answer.  “Ashley, pretty, I’m at Nick’s house and,” god, Nick was, fuck, “I want you, we’ve been talking about you all day, you have to come over here.”

        “What?” Ashley asked.  “Joey, I don’t know.”

        “Please, pretty, god, I want you, I’m so hard, Nick won’t let me come, he says I have to come inside you, and I want it so much, I want you so much.  God, fuck, Ashley, I’m so close, I’m so hard, you have to let me put it in you.”

        “I don’t know,” Ashley said, sounding painfully confused and achingly aroused.  “I don’t think I should.  That thing with Nick, that was, that was one time only.”

        “We can talk about that when you get here,” Joey said.  “Please, pretty, don’t make me beg.  I want you so much.  Please, Ashley, hurry, I’m so, god, yes, it’s,” and he moaned, in part for effect but mostly because he felt so damned good.  Nick moaned, too, and kissed him wetly, pushing a finger up his ass.  “God, yes,” he groaned, “I want to fuck you, I have to fuck you, I can’t wait to be inside you, I want to get my dick up your tight, pretty little ass.”  Nick had a fucking homing device in his fucking finger, and every stroke rubbed just the right spot at just the right angle, riding pleasure up Joey’s spine.  God, he wanted it, he wanted it, “Give it to me, Ashley, give me your hot ass, let me fuck it.”

        Ashley was breathing hard in Joey’s ear, adding to the sexual sensation.  He’d actually begun to moan for a moment there.  Then, “Joey,” Ashley said, sounding tortured, conflicted.  Joey had to find just the right angle to reel Ashley in, but he couldn’t think when Nick was sucking on his lower lip like that.  “Joey, I don’t think I, I mean, maybe I shouldn’t…”

        “I’m hard, pretty, I’m so hard, I just want to come inside you, your pretty ass, your pretty mouth, you know nothing feels as good as you do.”  Nick behind his earlobe, nipping it, fucking him with two fingers now, Nick’s other hand pinching his nipple, Nick panting hot and sexy right in his ear, Ashley making little aching noises in his other ear...  “Ashley, please, I know you love me, don’t make me beg, I want you so much, you’re my pretty, pretty, pretty girl.”

        Nick took the phone from his hand; Joey grabbed Nick’s ass, rolling them both over, grinding his rock-hard erection against Nick’s hip.  “Listen, Ashley, Joey’s so hard he’s leaking all over me.  If you don’t get over here right now, I’m just going to let him fuck me instead.”  Nick rolled his eyes, also rolling himself and Joey over again, finger-fucking Joey as he listened to Ashley; Joey, through his own labored breathing and wordless groans, could hear Ashley’s excited ranting.  “Great, then get over here and do it,” Nick said.  He gave Ashley his address and hung up.

        The second the call was over, Joey grabbed Nick, kissing him roughly, tongue-fucking his mouth, pulling his hair, rocking up against his thigh.  Nick gave one final flick to Joey’s prostate, then popped his fingers out, using both hands to pin Joey’s hips down to the mattress.

        Frustrated, needing, Joey kissed Nick harder, reaching down for his own dick.

        “No way,” Nick said, taking his hand and planting it on the bed.  “You’re staying hard for Ashley.”

        “I can get it up again,” Joey said, impressed at his own verbal skills in the moment.

        “You need to be exactly that hard and want it just that badly,” Nick said.  “Take your clothes off.”

        Brian watched Ashley drive away, then let himself into the house.  He listened, and heard what sounded like Erik and Trevor playing a videogame.  He walked back to the guest house, and tapped at Jacob’s door.

        “Come in,” Jacob called.

        “Hi, it’s me,” Brian said, opening the door.

        “Hey,” Jacob said, turning off his TV, rising from the bed.  “How was the meeting?”

        “Boring, but short,” Brian said.  “Lately, I feel so…  I don’t know.”  He sat on the bed, Jacob at his side.  He threaded his fingers through Jacob’s dreadlocks, knowing by now that Jacob wasn’t going to call him on not-quite-sexual but not-quite-het touching.

        “Lately?” Jacob prompted.

        Brian let his touch linger, then dropped his hand.  “I don’t know if I’ve outgrown them, or they’ve outgrown me.  I don’t feel as close to them as I used to.  It’s been coming for a while now, and especially now that I know you…  I feel so connected to you, Jacob,” he said, gazing earnestly into Jacob’s eyes.  “I can talk to you about anything, we can share everything.  I feel so close to you.”

        “Me, too,” Jacob said.

        “I’ve been with the guys forever, it’s been years, we’ve grown up together.  We’ve been best friends for so long…  But I can’t talk to them anymore.  They don’t understand me the way you do.  I don’t even understand them.  No one listens to me the way you do.  No one talks to me the way you do.  I wish we’d met each other years ago.”

        “I know,” Jacob said.  “No one gets me like you do.”

        “I just can’t relate to them anymore,” Brian said.  “I don’t think I realized it until you came along, and I could really feel what being this close to someone is really like.  I’ve never felt this strong of a bond to anyone, before.”

        “I haven’t, either,” Jacob said.  “This isn’t just friendship, it’s…deeper.  It’s not guy-to-guy hanging around, it’s more of a soul-to-soul connection.  We recognize something in each other that no one else can latch onto.”

        Brian smiled.  Dirty bullshitting fucker.

        He’d known, for a long time, that he was gay.  He’d come to terms with what it meant, what the ups and downs were.  He’d defined it for himself, and how it affected his life.  He’d felt some very strong attractions to various men, the strongest to Joey.  When he’d finally begun to experience an actively sexual relationship with Joey, he’d rapidly learned some new things about himself, some expected, some unexpected.

        He loved everything about Joey that was male.  Joey’s muscles, Joey’s very physical nature, Joey’s beard, Joey’s hard thighs and Joey’s strong hands and Joey’s hairy legs and Joey’s dick.  Joey was a man, Joey was all man, and Ashley couldn’t have been more attracted to him.

        Ashley had expected that he’d like kissing Joey, had expected that he’d enjoy getting to know Joey’s body.  Of course he’d like it when Joey felt him up; that, too, was to be expected.  But being the object of Joey’s sexual aggression had been a unique, startlingly pleasurable experience.  The very masculine qualities of Joey were most evident when Joey was groping him with broad, firm hands, heavy and solid on top of him, erection digging into his hip, beard rough against his flesh.  The first time that Ashley had been stretched out full-length with Joey’s hard, male body over him, Ashley had realized for the first time exactly what he’d been wanting, and missing, for all of these years.

        What Ashley hadn’t expected was quite how much he’d lust after Joey’s dick.  A penis was a penis, and between locker rooms and being in the band, he’d seen several.  But there had never been one put into his hand before, other than his own.  He’d never been presented with one in regards to his own desires and his own pleasures before.  It was glorious.  He wanted it in his hands, in his mouth, in his body, wanted to feel it hard and thick thrusting into him, wanted to bathe in its bitter cream.

        Ashley was in love with Joey.  He wanted to please Joey, and stay with Joey, and get Joey to return those feelings.

        And then there was Nick.

        If Joey was all man, Nick was pure sex.  Nick was sex from the look in his eyes to the smirk on his lips.  His eyes said sex, his mouth inspired sex, his hands shaped sex, his entire body demanded sex, gave sex, had been created specifically for sex.  His hair, his eyebrows, his nose, his teeth, sex, sex, sex, sex.  His tongue defied nature.  His voice, Ashley wanted to have sex with his voice.

        And his dick.  Now that Ashley had felt it pressing that thickly, that deeply, into his body, he didn’t know how he was breathing without it.  He wanted it back.  He wanted to live that again, and again, and again, until he died from it in one glorious, sustained burst of ecstasy.

        Surely those feelings were disloyal to Joey.  But hadn’t Joey been the one asking him to be with Nick?  Ashley hadn’t cheated on Joey in any sense.  And he wouldn’t.  He’d never be with Nick again.

        Unless Joey asked him to.

        And since he wanted to please Joey, if Joey wanted him to be with Nick, then he’d have to do it, right?  It wasn’t like he was trying to hook up with Nick on his own.

        Ashley got out of his car and walked to Nick’s front door.  His blood was already pounding down to his dick.  Joey was waiting for him.

        Nick opened the door and looked at him warily, almost suspiciously.  Then Nick pulled the door wider, stepping aside.  “Come on in.  Joey’s waiting for you.”

        Ashley wanted to wrap himself in Nick and hold on for life, but Nick was already turning away.  He followed Nick down a hallway and into a bedroom.  Nick’s bedroom.  Where Joey was lounging on the bed, naked, erection dark and close to orgasm.  “Come here, pretty,” Joey said, and that was all Ashley needed.  He climbed right on the bed, licking his lips, opening his mouth.  Joey’s hand came to the back of his head, guiding him, and Ashley took Joey’s dick into his mouth, licking and sucking on the head, fisting the shaft.  It was over quickly; Joey’s dick jerked, and Joey grunted, and then Joey was moaning and Joey’s hand in Ashley’s hair pulled him back and hot cum was spurting onto Ashley’s face, wetting his mouth, his cheeks, his chin.  He caught some on his tongue, swallowing greedily.

        Dick and cum, the two things that he’d spent these long hours yearning to revisit.  Now he’d had them again, but only as a tease, an unsatisfying taste.  Ashley wanted more.

        “Here.”  Nick tipped his chin up, and began to clean off his face with a damp washcloth.  Ashley turned red with shame and heat, wondering what Nick was thinking.  Was Nick aroused?  Disgusted?  Was Ashley proving himself, or degrading himself?  Nick tossed the washcloth aside, meeting his eyes.  Nick smiled a little, knuckles brushing Ashley’s lower lip.

        Ashley was flushed with heat.  There was something about Nick that tugged on Ashley’s sexuality, pulled on it, guided it.  He didn’t know how he felt about Nick as a person, and he had to remember that; he had to remind himself that Nick was his competition, that Nick was a selfish arrogant manipulative bastard who’d tried to intimidate him and didn’t even care about Joey.

        Nick leaned down, lashes lowering slowly, slowly; and Ashley closed his own eyes, moaning softly inside as Nick’s lips touched his.  Then Nick was pulling away, stepping back, and Joey was wrapping his arms around Ashley, pulling Ashley back and dumping him on his back, rolling atop him, smiling down into his face.  “Hi, pretty.”

        Ashley laughed.  “Hi, Joey.”

        Joey tickled him, just a little.  “You still have all of your clothes on,” Joey said.

        “Yeah, I do,” Ashley said, drawing his thumbs down Joey’s cheeks.  He dragged his fingertips across Joey’s beard.

        “Can I take them off?” Joey asked.  “Or do you want to give me a striptease?”

        Ashley laughed again.  “Joey, I’m not going to do a striptease.”

        “Why not?” Nick asked.  He dropped down onto the bed, resting his arm across Joey’s naked back.  If he was trying to prove how comfortable he was with Joey, Ashley wasn’t impressed.  “Joey’s going to make you get naked, anyway.  Go ahead, make it interesting.”

        Ashley glared at him.  “You aren’t a part of this conversation.”

        “You’re in my bed with my boyfriend,” Nick said, leaning in closer.  “I’ll be a part of anything I want.”

        “Ignore Nick,” Joey said.  “He’s just jealous.”  Joey’s kiss was assertive, and Ashley was hard, and if Nick would just leave, they could get on with things.

        Joey stopped kissing him.  “Ashley, pretty.”

        Nick kissed Joey’s shoulder.

        “I know you’re new to this,” Joey said.  “I know you might not be ready for this.”

        “For what?”  Whatever it was, he couldn’t admit to sexual immaturity in front of Nick.  He’d lose any ground he’d gained.  Nick was looking at him over Joey’s shoulder, distracting him.  Still looking right into his eyes, Nick opened his mouth, tongue sliding forward, and licked a slow stripe up Joey’s naked shoulder.  It was slow-motion obscenity, and Nick finished with a lewd flick of his tongue, smirking at Ashley.  Asshole.  Nick was an asshole, and Ashley hated Nick for still trying to get to him.

        “I want to make love to you,” Joey said.

        They’d already made love.  He’d already shown Joey that he could handle that.  Or, oh.  “Here?” Ashley asked.

        “Right here,” Joey said.

        In Nick’s bed.  “In front of him?!”

        “If you’re not ready for that-”

        “No, I’m ready,” Ashley said.  “I just don’t want to do it.  In front of him.”

        “Why not?” Joey asked.

        It was a fair question.  Ashley just didn’t have a coherent answer.  He wasn’t comfortable with the idea.  He didn’t want Nick there, he didn’t want Nick involved.  He wanted to be with Joey, only Joey.  What had happened before had been a one-time thing, and he’d thought that he could be free of Nick now, that Nick would back off and not interfere.  “I don’t like him,” he finally said.

        Nick swung one leg over, kneeling astride Joey’s waist, resting his chin on Joey’s other shoulder.  His gaze was loaded.

        “It’s not about Nick,” Joey said.  “It’s about you and me.”

        The hell it wasn’t about Nick.  Once Nick was in the room, everything was about him.  But there was no way for Ashley to say “I’m not comfortable with this idea” without making it sound exactly like “I can’t handle this because I’m not mature enough for an adult sexual situation.”  He didn’t know what to do.  He just wanted to be alone with Joey.

        Over Joey’s shoulder, Nick pouted his mouth, puckering at Ashley.

        Obnoxious bastard.  “Can he at least get off the freaking bed?”

        Nick licked Joey’s shoulder, then backed up slowly, planting a slow series of kisses down Joey’s spine as he slid down the bed.  Then he blew Ashley a kiss and got up, standing by the bed with a smirk.

        Ashley hated him.

        Ashley had never wanted anyone more.

        Joey’s kiss distracted Ashley’s attention from the font of overly potent sexuality masquerading as a human being standing beside the bed.  Ashley kissed Joey back until his world narrowed focus to the thrust of Joey’s tongue, the grip of Joey’s hands on his waist, the press of Joey’s thigh to his.  When Joey began to remove his clothes, Ashley cooperated eagerly, kissing Joey faster, running his hands across Joey’s naked chest, stroking Joey’s back, rubbing Joey’s ass.

        “I want to make love to you,” Joey said, hand closing around Ashley’s dick.  Ashley moaned, loving the way Joey was kissing him, loving the way Joey was stroking his dick, wanting Joey to thrust slow and deep into his body.  “Yes,” he panted, “Joey, yes.”

        “I want you so much,” Joey said, his dick hard against Ashley’s hip, his beard brushing Ashley’s skin as he kissed Ashley’s neck.

        “Yes, please, take me,” Ashley said, moaning, his dick throbbing in Joey’s hand, his body rising under Joey’s touch.  Ever since Joey’s dick had left his body, he’d been empty.  He wanted to be full again, filled up again, entered again.  He craved penetration, craved hard thickness fucking into him.  Joey’s hand released his erection, and he rocked his hips upward, rubbing his dick against Joey’s, moaning at the sensation.  He felt Joey’s hand pushing in between his thighs, and then one slick finger invaded his body.  He tensed, still not used to the feeling of insertion; but it was good, good, so good he gripped Joey’s lower back, raising his own hips, moaning with pleasure.  The sensation of penetration was still new, still unfamiliar, but fulfilling, like something he’d always been missing but just hadn’t realized he needed to be complete.

        Joey was completing him, not just his heart but his body, and when Joey thrust into him, Ashley moaned, holding on for the ride, crying out with each successive thrust, marveling again over how huge Joey felt inside him, how thick, how long, how hard.  His body had been made for this, to create this ecstasy, to experience this pleasure.  God, there was nothing like this!  “Joey, harder, harder, yes...”  He wasn’t going to last.  “Take it, take it...”  Joey’s dick was driving deep inside him...  “Fuck me, uh…”  Joey’s hand was working over his dick, the peak was too close, “Joey, fuck me, oh god, harder,” Joey was forcing him higher and higher, he couldn’t, “ah, ah, Joey,” he couldn’t, “Joey, yes, yes, god,” and he came, crying out, spasming, shooting hot white cum up his own chest.

        Joey kept going, rocking into him, and Ashley heard himself making a repetitive “uh uh uh” sound, clutching at Joey, moaning from the inside out.  It was, god, he couldn’t, “Joey…”

        One last, hard thrust, and Joey became still, frozen in position, hands tightening on Ashley’s hips, groaning like he was coming apart.  Ashley wanted to moan just hearing Joey’s pleasure.  Joey shivered back into motion, rubbing Ashley’s thighs, leaning in and kissing Ashley’s mouth.

        Ashley kissed back hungrily, stroking Joey’s neck with hot fingers, sucking on Joey’s tongue.  Joey had been the one to give him this pleasure, to teach him about his own body.  Joey rolled them over, and he stretched over Joey’s body, kissing Joey steadily, sinuously rubbing his body over Joey’s, exploring with his hands.

        “So pretty,” Joey said, squeezing his ass, “I want to make love to you all day, all night.”

        “Yeah,” Ashley said breathlessly, rolling his hips to push back into Joey’s hands.  He kissed Joey with renewed enthusiasm, moaning softly as, wait, what, wait, what the, fuck!  Ashley broke their kiss, turning his head to look over one shoulder.

        Nick, kneeling over and behind him, nuzzled his cheek, licking his earlobe, and whispered, “Tell Joey I can fuck you.”

        Despite a sudden hormonal surge, Ashley found the voice to say, “No way.”

        “Come on,” Nick urged, voice low and private, teeth grazing Ashley’s ear, sending shivers of pleasure down Ashley’s back.  “I’ll make it good.”

        “Can you,” oh god, “get off of me?” Ashley asked, trying to sound firm, hearing his voice quaver.

        Nick’s hand was planted right on his ass, middle finger stroking up the divide.  Ashley shuddered, wanting to shove Nick off of him, wanting Nick to fuck him already.  He could feel his dick hardening, and he knew that Joey could feel it, too, and he didn’t know how to explain that away.  “Joey was right,” Nick said, and kissed his temple, tongue flicking his skin.  “You feel as good as you look.”

        “Thanks,” Ashley said, trying to snap it, ending up sounding weak.  He wasn’t even going to try to push Nick away; once he touched Nick, he wouldn’t be able to stop.  He ducked his head, turning back to Joey for help.

        “It’s up to you,” Joey said.  Ashley felt sudden weight, the pressure of Nick’s body over his, Nick’s thighs hugging his thighs, Nick’s hips on his, Nick’s chest against his back, naked skin against him, naked flesh covering him.  He could feel the hard ridge of Nick’s arousal against his ass.  Ashley closed his eyes, suppressing a moan, and then came the brush of Nick’s lips on his shoulder, the dangerous drag of Nick’s teeth, the wet lick of Nick’s tongue.  Nick kissed his back, sucked on his skin where his shoulder blended into his neck, nibbled on his topmost vertebrae.  Ashley shuddered, his forehead lowered to Joey’s chest, his body hot and aware and vibrating with lust.

        Nick’s right hand slid in over his hip, then up his chest, stroking, lightly scratching, gently pinching his nipple.  “Say yes,” Nick whispered.

        Ashley caved, giving in to seduction, temptation, lust, and vivid sense memories of the most shattering sexual experience of his life.  “Yes.”

        He knew that Chris wanted him, too.  Even if those long, let’s never stop, kisses hadn’t clued him in, Chris’s hard-on against his thigh would’ve given it away.

        The only obstacle standing between them was Kevin.  Trevor didn’t know what to do about that.  If only he could just get Kevin to explain things to him, maybe he could figure out what to do.  Maybe Kevin could even give him some advice.

        Not that he was willing to ask Kevin for favors.

        Although Kevin had said, specifically, “If there’s something I can do for you, you let me know.”

        Trevor got out of his car and walked to Chris’s front door, ringing the bell.  He couldn’t imagine ever asking Kevin to do something for him.  The fact that Kevin had offered was more than enough.

        Chris opened the door with a dazzling smile.  “Trevor Penick, as I live and breathe.  Hello!”

        “Hi,” Trevor said.  Chris was kind of a freak, but Trevor loved it.  “Can I come in?”

        “All right, but you can’t stay for more than five years.”

        “You seem happy,” Trevor said, stepping into the house.

        “Maybe I am,” Chris said.  “It was a good day today, and considering what happened, that’s pretty depressing.  But enough about me!” Chris continued quickly.  “What brings you here?”

        “I wanted to see you,” Trevor said.  “And do this.”  He kissed Chris, latching on, settling in.  Chris’s arms wound around him; he leaned Chris back against the wall, taking a thorough tour of Chris’s mouth.  It was good, god, it was great, but it wasn’t enough; Trevor wanted more.  He wasn’t sure exactly how to escalate things; the successive steps of gay sex hadn’t been outlined for him.  He pushed up Chris’s shirt, running his hands up Chris’s sides.

        “Too far,” Chris said, against his mouth, still kissing him, pushing his hands down again.

        Frustrated, Trevor pulled away, breaking all physical contact.  “What do you want me to do?  What do I have to do to get anywhere with you?  It’s like there’s this invisible line that I’m not supposed to cross.  You want me to be more than just a friend, you’ve been obvious about that since we met, but if I actually call you on it, I get shoved off.  This is driving me crazy!”

        Chris crossed his arms over his chest, surveying Trevor with suspicion.  “Are you calling me a tease?”

        “You’re acting like one,” Trevor said.  “Chris, dude, I love you, I just can’t-”

        “What?” Chris asked, frowning.

        “What?” Trevor asked, thrown off by the interruption.

        Chris grinned.  “You said that you love me.”

        “What?” Trevor asked.  He couldn’t have said that.  If he had, he couldn’t have meant it.  “You know I didn’t say that.”

        Chris’s grin widened.  He poked Trevor in the chest.  “You said that you love me.”

        “Even if I did, it wasn’t like, you know, it was guy love.  I mean, friendship love.  Like, the way you love guy friends.”

        “Okay,” Chris said, looking like he wanted to laugh.  “Sure.  Guy love.  I understand.”

        “Chris-”

        “No, no, I get it,” Chris said.  “It’s okay.  It’s perfectly natural.  I won’t think twice about it.”

        “Can we get back to the point?” Trevor asked.

        “The point where you’re accusing me of leading you on?” Chris asked.  “But we’re just friends.”

        “We’re more than just friends,” Trevor said.  “I don’t make out with my friends.”

        “I don’t know, you should try it,” Chris said.  “Ashley’s hot.”

        “I’m hot,” Trevor said.  “Why are you pulling me close and then pushing me away?”

        “I’m mentally unstable,” Chris said.  “Or maybe I have intimacy issues.  No, no, I got it!  I was conceived inside a revolving door!  No, maybe-”

        “It’s Kevin,” Trevor said.  “You know it’s Kevin, I know it’s Kevin, you’re still hung up over him and he’s blocking my path.  Why don’t you just talk to him?”

        “No, no,” Chris said.  “No.  No, I don’t think so.  That would be a no.  The answer you’re looking for is ‘no.’”

        “Why not?” Trevor asked.

        “Because why should I?” Chris asked.  “What’s he going to say to me?”

        “Maybe you can get…  I don’t know, closure.”

        “Who wants closure?” Chris asked.

        Trevor was getting nowhere.  It was like running into a brick wall, over and over and over again.  “Can I stay here tonight?”

        “Okay,” Chris said.  “But I’m not putting out.”

        Ashley was naked under Nick’s body, kissing like Nick was a precious treat about to be taken away from him, moaning like he didn’t know he was doing it.  His hands fluttered a little, settling on Nick’s shoulders as though he weren’t sure of his role.  Soon, he forgot himself, falling under Nick’s spell, and began to run his hands down Nick’s back, over Nick’s ass.

        Nick could tell that even though Ashley had sexual experience, he must not have been with anyone who was interested primarily in his pleasure.  Everything Nick did, even the little things, brought forth a response.  Nick had a million standard tricks, and it was easy to learn Ashley’s specific sexual triggers, since he moaned in ecstasy if Nick so much as breathed on his skin.

        If he’d felt like it, Nick could have figured out several reasons for why Ashley was pleasure-starved.  But he didn’t really give a fuck.  He just wanted to get Ashley so devoted to him, and so fucked up over him, that if he fucking twitched, Ashley would be devastated.  It didn’t matter how Ashley felt about anything that wasn’t him.

        When Nick wanted to, he could give a death-defying sexual performance.  Tonight, he was pulling out all of the stops.  JC had said that Howie was better than he was, and even though that wasn’t true, Nick was pissed off about it.  He didn’t have anything to prove to Ashley, or to Joey, but he wanted to prove to himself that he was still capable of delivering crippling orgasms at will.

        Nick liked to fuck pretty, effeminate, dick-loving bottoms.  JC was his favorite, but Ashley wasn’t bad, for a beginner.  Once Nick could get Ashley to give in to him, Ashley was very enthusiastic.  He wasn’t just enjoying what Nick offered, he was trying like hell to get more of it.  He was kissing with hunger, clutching with greed, writhing, sucking, making fast, aching, repetitive noises.  Every time Nick made any sort of noise himself, Ashley acted like the sound of Nick’s voice was tied directly to his own sexual pleasure.  His hands were all over Nick, from ass to hair to dick, rubbing and stroking and caressing and licking and acting like he’d never been naked against anyone before.

        Nick kept Ashley waiting for a while, holding off on the next step to see if Ashley would start asking for it.  Ashley started to make eager, pained noises, jacking Nick’s dick like Nick’s orgasm would be his own, wrapping himself around Nick like he wanted to unite their bodies.  But Nick didn’t give in until Ashley started begging.  When it got to the “please, do it, take it, please, fuck me, fuck me, please, Nick” stage, Nick took one hand off of Ashley to lube up his dick.  Ashley raised his legs eagerly, holding himself open.  Nick was grudgingly pleased.  If only all dumb bitches were that easy to train.

        Ashley felt great on Nick’s dick.  His ass was a hot glove gripping Nick’s erection, pumping and squeezing.  Ashley stopped being coherent almost immediately, lapsing into loud cries of pleasure and near-violent moans of ecstasy.  Nick fucked him harder, fisting his dick, pushing him through to the wild, passionate, overwhelmed stage, and by the time Ashley came, he was screaming.

        Now finished ensuring Ashley’s pleasure, Nick took care of his own.  He fucked Ashley faster, thrusting into the tight clutch of Ashley’s ass, lifting Ashley’s hips to a new angle, concentrating on the throb of his dick, the ache in his body, the tightening of his balls, the drive for orgasm.  Nick loved fucking, loved coming, loved getting off in someone else’s body.  He thrust into Ashley until the need became too much and his control slipped and he came suddenly, rocking forward with the momentum of it, groaning, arching, giving Ashley a show.

        Damn.  Mmm.  Hell.  Yeah.  Nick shivered, opening his eyes, smiling.  That had been a good one.  He had to fuck Ashley more often.

        Ashley was looking up at him, enthralled.  He kissed Ashley’s mouth, and Ashley whimpered in an eager, overcome, yes yes yes tone.  He gave Ashley tongue, and Ashley moaned, sucking, winding around him.

        Ashley was too much of a whining baby whore for Nick, but the utter devotion didn’t suck.  Once he had Ashley enslaved, the bitch might even be tolerable.  In bed, anyway.

        “JC,” Howie said behind him.

        JC grabbed the doorknob.

        “JC.”  Howie’s grip was firm, and he was stronger than JC had guessed.  “Listen to me.  We have to do this.  We have to focus on Erik.”

        “I have to talk to Nick,” JC said, pulling himself free.

        “What about Erik?” Howie asked.

        “I’ll be back later,” JC said.

        “You won’t be back in time,” Howie said.  “How’s he going to believe that you really want him, that he matters to you at all, if you’re late?  If we want to prove to him that when something matters, you have to be there for it, and if you’re not here for him tonight-”

        “I fucked up,” JC said.  “Nick’s pissed, you know how he is when he gets upset, I have to make it right.”

        “He’s going to be fine,” Howie said, taking his wrist again.  “I told you, if he cares about you, he’ll forgive you.”

        “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” JC said.

        “Are you sure about that?”  Howie’s thumb was stroking the inside of JC’s wrist.  His eyes were soft and deep.

        JC hesitated.  His first instinct had been that he’d never hurt Nick, but then he remembered how angry he’d been, how hurt, how ashamed and betrayed.  He’d said what he’d said on purpose, wanting to hurt Nick.  It had been his way of lashing out, his way of getting Nick back for hurting him.

        But he hadn’t meant it.  He could tell Nick how upset he’d been, and that he hadn’t meant it. Nick would forgive him.

        He couldn’t stay here with Howie.  He couldn’t be near Erik.  Nick was mad, and if he didn’t fix things Nick might stay mad, and he was supposed to let Erik fuck him?  He couldn’t, there was no way, that was never going to happen.  “I have to go.”

        “JC,” Howie said, fingers tightening around his wrist, gaze sharpening.  “Nick chose to walk away from you, and when you tried to get him back, he drove away from you.  I know that he’s mad, and I know that you’re worried about it, but he’ll get over it when he wants to get over it.  Letting him stay pissed off for another few hours won’t hurt anything.  Besides, right now, he’s with Joey and Ashley.  You can’t see him now anyway.  You and I have to deal with Erik.  When Erik shows up here, he’s going to expect to see you here, excited to see him.  What do you need to make that happen?”

        “If I’m in the mood, he’s tolerable,” JC said.  “Right now, if he tries to touch me, I’ll just hit him.”  He’d been getting through everything by reminding himself that when it was over, he’d be with Nick again.  Right now, he didn’t even have that guarantee, and he didn’t know how he was going to suffer through Erik’s fumbling touch.

        “Then we’ll have to get you in the mood,” Howie said, hand sliding down to mate palm to palm, fingers entwining.  “I know you’re worried,” he said gently, with patient understanding.  “Come with me and let’s see if I can make you feel any better.”

        Howie led him by the hand back to the bedroom.  Fears about Nick were still taking over JC’s mind, but when Howie pushed him down onto the bed and got on top of him, kissing him, stroking him with warm, nimble hands, JC couldn’t help but moan and submit, kissing back, aroused by the hard press of Howie’s body against his.

        “Suck his dick a little, to get him excited,” Howie said, grinding against him slowly, kissing his neck.  JC panted softly, tightening his fingers in Howie’s shirt as a wave of pleasure broke over him, trying to focus on what Howie was saying.  “I’ll coach him through it.  Do you want to be on your back or on your knees?”

        “On my back.”  Nick took him in all positions, but said that he looked second-best on his back.  He looked best when he was riding on top.

        “The second time he does it, I want you to roll over and get on top,” Howie said.  “Ride him for a while.  It’ll blow his mind.”

        Odd, it was almost like - - “We tell each other everything,” Nick said.  JC tensed, brain locking.  Everything he’d done.  Everything he was doing.  Nick had told them everything, all of it, the moments, the secrets, the intimacies.  Acts, positions, details.  And was Howie telling them now?  Every time they touched, was that being reported back to the others?  If he asked Nick tomorrow, would Nick be able to tell him everything he’d done with Howie today?

        “What is it?” Howie asked with that eternal sweet concern, one hand stroking his abs, gaze gentle on his face.  “JC, if you-”

        “Did Nick tell you everything about me?” JC asked, staring at Howie with sudden clarity.

        “No,” Howie said.  “Not everything.”

        “Nick was right about you.”  JC hadn’t truly understood that comment at the time; he’d thought of it as something simple, referring to a one-time conversation or an offhand comment.  He hadn’t realized that the Boys had lengthy discussions reporting details, preferences, habits.  God, Nick must have told - - JC was flushed with shame again, humiliated, horrified, angry.  “What did he say?”

        “It was a long time ago, and I didn’t need to remember it then,” Howie said.  “I remember him telling me that you were a bottom, and that you were picky, and that you were very good in bed.  He told me that you were very sexy, but he didn’t have to tell me that.”  Howie’s smile was warm.

        “What else?” JC demanded, refusing to be distracted.

        “JC, you don’t want to know that,” Howie said.  “Neither one of us can help what happened back then.  All I can do is to tell you to use your anger to make Erik pay.”

        Frustrated, tired of feeling helpless, angry at everyone but unable really to do anything about it, JC had to relent.  All he could do was follow Howie’s advice.  Make Erik pay.  Make Erik suffer.  To do that, he had to get Erik to love him.  To get Erik to love him, he was going to blow Erik’s mind.  Erik was never going to forget tonight.

        Or anything that came after it.

        “What is it?” AJ asked.

        Justin pushed his hands into his pockets, meeting AJ’s eyes.  “I need you to tell Kevin that I’m leaving.”

        AJ looked skeptical.  “What makes you think he gives a fuck?”

        Justin felt a spasm of pain, but that was familiar.  “Just tell him.”

        “Okay.  Are you ready for this?  You know what to do?”

        “I can handle Dan,” Justin said.  He wasn’t even concerned about that.  “If Kevin wants me for anything-”

        “He won’t,” AJ said.

        “I know that he won’t, I’m just saying, in case-”

        “There’s no in case,” AJ said.  “Kevin doesn’t want you for anything.”

        “Fuck you,” Justin said, letting his pain feed his anger.

        AJ kissed him.  “Bye.”

        Justin turned his face away, disgusted, then glared at AJ.  “Kevin’s a better kisser than you are.”

        AJ practically rolled his eyes.  “Did I mention that I’m not trying to make it good for you?”

        “Then why do it at all?” Justin asked.

        “To be nice,” AJ said.

        What?  “Since when are you trying to be nice to me?”

        “Since you’re cracking up,” AJ said.

        “I’m not cracking up,” Justin said.

        “What’s in your pocket that you keep playing with?” AJ asked.

        That was no one’s business but his own.  “Kevin’s bracelet,” he said, so defensive he almost snapped.

        “You’re cracking up,” AJ said, opening the front door.  “See you when you get back.  Try to get Dan to want you.”

        “I hate you,” Justin said.  The truth of it was stunning in its simplicity.

        “Works for me,” AJ said, and walked out, heading for the driveway.

        The things Brian put himself through…  He was going to have to put Jacob through much, much worse to make up for this.

        They sat at a table against the wall.  Jacob was giving Brian his “only you and I can appreciate the depth of this experience” look.  Brian was pretending to find something quite profound about “I knew it when I saw it/The twilight of the corn/The petals of the dead.”

        The waitress took her happy sweet time finding their table.  Brian ordered bottled water, because he didn’t trust anything prepared in-house.  The guitarist finally finished and left, while Brian noticed that the club had crappy acoustics and horrible stage lighting.  A four-person band began to set up, and Jacob started to explain that they were a new group, they had some great songs, their drummer was a great guy, they were scraping together the money for a demo, they were a lot more serious about their music than anyone on MTV, etc., etc.  Brian wondered whether Jacob had forgotten about his own group’s videos, not to mention his own life experiences, being broadcast on MTV.  But Jacob had a convenient way of bashing pop culture while being part of it and benefiting from everything he ranted about loathing.

        The band onstage turned out to be tone-deaf, or if not did a great job of faking it.  The drummer was forcing the beat, the lead guitarist couldn’t have found the right chords if his life depended on it, the bassist couldn’t sing harmony period, and the lead singer had all of the stage presence of broccoli.

        No wonder Jacob identified with them.

        During the break, Brian agreed with Jacob that the band, Last Freeze, was going to be an underground sensation, and had a real rock feel that no one had anymore, since pop, MTV, the music press, and the music industry as a whole were leeching all of the true rock and soul from today’s genuine musicians.

        Since Brian had been selling albums since Jacob was thirteen, he thought he had a better handle on “the music industry as a whole” than Jacob did, but apparently Jacob was an opinionated authority on everything from people he’d never met and situations he’d never encountered to musical techniques he had yet to master and exactly who was selling out and why.  For some reason Brian couldn’t quite grasp, everyone who was currently in whatever Jacob thought constituted the music industry was selling out, except for Jacob himself, and possibly Brian, by association.

        Brian couldn’t wait to make him crawl and beg.

        “Are you okay?” Dan asked.  “How did it go?  Come in.”

        “I don’t think he believed me,” Justin said, passing Dan to enter the house.  “He took it way too well.  If he’d thought I was serious, he never would have let me walk away.”

        “Does he know you’re going to New York?”

        “No,” Justin said.  “He doesn’t pay any attention to my professional side.  As long as I’m on his dick when he wants me there, it doesn’t matter how I spend the rest of my time.”

        “That’s insane,” Dan said.  “What you’re doing is huge.”

        “Thanks,” Justin said.

        “You’re handling this really well,” Dan said, sounding borderline suspicious.

        “I think I’m in denial,” Justin said.  “It’s hard to believe I actually did it.  It won’t kick in for me until AJ starts reacting to it.  Are you ready to go?”

        “Yeah, my bag’s upstairs,” Dan said.  “I didn’t know what to pack.”

        Let the games begin.  “You don’t have to pack anything,” Justin said.

        “How long are we going to be gone?” Dan asked.

        “One night, two, maybe three.”

        “I’m going to need clothes, a toothbrush-”

        “You can wear my clothes,” Justin said.  “They’ll have toothbrushes there for us.”

        “Shoes,” Dan said.  “Deodorant.”

        “What are you, size twelve?” Justin asked.  “You can borrow my shoes.  And I don’t say that lightly.  Deodorant, they’ll have it for us, everything will be there.  Trust me, you don’t have to pack anything.  I didn’t pack anything except some music and shit.”

        “You’re not packing anything?” Dan asked.  “But you have clothes there?”

        “Any time I go to New York someone sends me clothes,” Justin said.  “They’ll be waiting at the hotel.”  He was enjoying the expression on Dan’s face.  “Come on.  We have a plane to catch.”

        “First class?” Dan guessed.

        Justin grinned.  “Private jet.”

        Dan’s slow smile revealed gleaming white teeth.  “I’m going to like this.”

        “Kevin.”  AJ rested his ass on his kitchen counter.  “I have news from your little bitch.”

        “What is it now?” Kevin asked impatiently.

        “He’s out of town.  He’s spending a few days in New York.  He’s going on TRL and taking a mini-vacation.”  AJ smiled.  “He took Dan.”

        Silence.

        AJ waited, tossing an orange in one hand.

        “And you?” Kevin asked, finally breaking the silence, his voice under too much control.

        “He’s supposed to have just broken up with me, so I’m going to call him all day every day to harass him.”  Now to the meat of it.  “Any messages you’d like me to deliver?”

        “Just one,” Kevin said.  “Write this down.”

        He’d decided that fucking a guy didn’t make him gay.  Taking it up the ass, that would make him gay, but as long as he didn’t do that, fucking JC would be okay.  Hell, fucking JC would be more than okay, it would be the event of the year.  He couldn’t even imagine what fucking Howie would be like.

        JC let him into the house, looking very hot, kissing him right away.  Howie kissed him, too, and the slide of Howie’s tongue made his dick stiffen.  He still felt like he wasn’t getting enough time with Howie.  He had to do something about that.

        Ever since JC had said, “I want you to make love to me,” Erik’s brain had been stuttering.  That whole “I want you to fuck me until I come from it” had been making his blood run hot all afternoon, all evening.  He couldn’t believe that he was going to get to fuck JC.  He couldn’t believe that JC was asking him for it.  Just the idea of it blew his mind.  JC was so sexy it had to be illegal, and Erik was going to get to fuck him.  Damn.

        He was grateful when JC and Howie led him back to the bedroom.  He had to get straight to it, or he was going to explode.  Just when they got close to the bed, JC turned around and kissed him, a long kiss, arms wrapping around him.  He remembered to kiss back the way JC liked it, slower than he was used to but also, somehow, hotter.  Whenever he licked a certain spot on the roof of JC’s mouth, JC’s hands tightened on his back.  He couldn’t tell whether that meant JC liked it or hated it, but the third time he did it, JC moaned a little, so he took that as a good sign.  He loved that now he knew something about JC that other people didn’t know, something private, an intimate turn-on.  And he’d figured it out himself, without being coached, which made him feel confident.  He’d started to doubt his sexual skills, since JC and Howie had to teach him everything; he wasn’t a virgin, damn it, he got laid all of the time, but he was being trained on every damned thing lately, even the basics, and it was making him a little insecure.

        There were hands on his hips, and for a second he was startled, since JC had one hand on the back of his neck and one hand on his ass.  He almost broke the kiss, before he heard, “Do me a favor,” whispered low and sultry right by his ear.  His dick jumped.  Howie.  He pulled JC closer against his hard-on, and JC groaned, pushing a hand down between his legs.  Oh, Jesus, oh, god, ah…  Erik tensed, fighting the urge to try to get off right there in JC’s hand.  He had to be more suave than that.  JC was better than that.  He wouldn’t get anywhere with Howie acting like a kid.  But, god, hell, that felt, god…

        “Undress JC for me.”

        There was a click in Erik’s brain, and just like he’d been waiting for the instruction, his hands lifted the hem of JC’s shirt.  He found a second shirt underneath it, so he pulled them both up at once, and JC’s arms rose, and Erik had to break the kiss to do it, but he got rid of JC’s shirts.  Then they were right back into the kiss again, JC’s arms around him like their bodies were meant to be together, and he buried his fingers in JC’s hair, sliding his hands down to JC’s waist.  Undressing JC meant taking off all of JC’s clothes, and Erik was all over that idea.  JC’s naked body was like, damn.  Erik only wished he looked like that.

        Except, hello.  Those hands on his waist, Howie’s hands, were moving.  Lifting his shirt the way he’d lifted JC’s, so apparently, wow.  Howie was going to undress him?  Damn, damn, god, he was loving this.  He raised his arms, cooperating while his shirt was pulled off over his head.  JC pulled him right back in, like his tongue not being in JC’s mouth was intolerable.  Howie’s hands were sliding over his torso, up his chest.  A firmer touch than JC’s, and warmer, bringing heat across his flesh.  He was way too hard this early in the game, and he had to get out of these pants, and if Howie kept teasing his nipple like that he was going to, oh, god, this was fucking hell.  Or heaven.  Or a fucking wet dream come to life, and maybe he could come without JC noticing if he didn’t groan too loudly, because this couldn’t last without permanent damage.

        He realized that he was gripping JC’s ass in both hands and grinding his hard-on against JC like he was trying his damnedest to get off.  He was so hard his spine ached, but he was starting to learn JC’s sexual tastes, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to hump JC like that before they even got to the bed.  Erik forced his hips still, groaning at the throb of his erection, and relaxed his grip on JC’s ass, grateful when Howie’s hands finally slid away from his nipples.

        He and JC were skin to skin now from the waist up, and he could feel JC’s necklaces against his chest, felt the coolness of JC’s bracelets brushing his flesh.  He shivered, pressing closer, and JC made a quiet, aching sound, dick hard against Erik’s hip.  Oh, right!  Erik was supposed to be getting JC naked so they could get into this, so maybe they could get off before one of them exploded.  He unbuttoned JC’s jeans, unzipping quickly, pushing them down with JC’s underwear.  JC moaned, and Erik shoved his pants down farther, cupping JC’s naked ass.  He was going to fuck JC’s ass.  JC’s hands were sliding up his back and Howie’s hands were rubbing down over his dick and he was going to fuck JC and maybe all of this was fucking insane, but he’d never been harder in his life.  He knew he was leaking precum at the press of Howie’s hand, and he knew he was moaning too loudly into JC’s mouth, but he didn’t care, it was all too god, he was going to come in his pants but so the fuck what?

        Howie undid his fly, and Erik breathed easier for a second, imagining that in another second he’d be undressed, and then he could get his dick up inside JC, and then he could come.  But then Howie’s hand slid down inside his opened fly, rubbing him through his underwear.  Erik tensed, shuddering still, feeling a wild rush of pleasure threaten to careen out of control.  God god god god god god he wasn’t going to come wasn’t going to come wasn’t going to - - Howie’s hand slid away, and Erik felt his underwear being pushed down, and, um, that felt like something that shouldn’t be happening.  Erik tensed.  There were fingers on his ass.  Stroking up the divide.  Erik squirmed against JC, uncomfortable, unsure.  The fingers dropped away, and he relaxed, remembering to step out of his pants and toe out of his shoes.  Ass-grabbing he could handle, absolutely, but he wasn’t certain he wanted a gay man’s fingers that close to his asshole.

        He was naked, now, and so was JC, and that had to mean it was time to go for it.  Erik tried not to hump JC’s thigh too obviously, moaning feverishly into JC’s kiss, hands straying hotly across JC’s skin.  “Let me fuck you.”

        Immediately, JC pulled him down to the bed.  Erik went eagerly, stroking JC’s thighs, rubbing against him.  He was so hard he couldn’t think anymore, could only feel.

        JC rolled them over, and for a second of shock Erik’s brain panicked - - they’d understood each other, right, he was the fucker, JC was the fuckee, there was no way he was down for anything else - - but then JC was sliding down his body and there was a brief “don’t come” breathed against his flesh before his hard, aching, throbbing dick was in JC’s mouth and down JC’s throat.

        It was perfect, it was hot and wet and welcoming and heavenly, the muscles in JC’s throat closing around his erection, and Erik clawed at the sheets, digging his heels in, lifting his ass off the mattress in a wild attempt to fight orgasm.  It was so close he could feel it taking over, and he moaned, “Stop, stop, stop, no, no, god,” panting heavily, fully aware that with even the slightest provocation he was going to come right there in JC’s mouth.

        JC lifted his head, and while Erik panted in desperate relief, JC crawled up his body, kissing him, making him moan.  They rolled over, Erik groaning with pleasure and spreading JC’s thighs, putting one hand between them, feeling around for, ah, there it was.

        Erik didn’t have a clue what came next, and he was afraid that he might fuck up and offend JC, so he hesitated.

        Beneath him, JC moaned softly.  “Howie,” slow arch, fingernails digging into his lower back, “please,” soft groan, “I want him in me.”

        Erik’s brain was starting to misfire.  JC couldn’t be this hot, he couldn’t be this hard, JC couldn’t want him this much, he couldn’t move without coming, and if JC ever acted anything close to this in public, it would start a fucking riot.

        “Erik-Michael.”  Howie appeared at his side, running a hand across the back of his neck, and the moment Erik turned his head Howie kissed him, sucking on his tongue so gently he thought he might break.  “Take some of this,” Howie murmured, and spread something cool and very slick onto his fingers.  The stroke of skin to skin, Howie’s fingers over his, made Erik’s heart pound faster.  “One finger,” Howie said softly, guiding Erik’s hand between JC’s legs.  Howie’s hand covered his, Howie’s palm hot against the back of his hand.  Erik felt the tight clench of muscle, and pushed his finger inside.  JC made a fast, breathy sound, and Erik froze.  “Gently,” Howie encouraged, stroking the back of his hand.  “Deeper.  You’re just trying to stretch him a little bit so you won’t hurt him.  Rub in and out, just like that.”  JC moaned, and Erik’s dick ached.  “How does that feel, JC?” Howie asked.

        “You feel so good,” JC moaned, spreading his thighs, eyes closed, back arching.  “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

        Erik felt like he’d been waiting for ages.  How many more steps to this were there?  He was never going to make it, he was never going to last.

        Howie’s hand wrapped around his, pulling it away from JC.  “One more thing,” Howie murmured, and Erik clenched up so hard against orgasm, his eyes rolled back in his head.  The relative coolness of the lubricant was nothing compared to the slow stroking of Howie’s hand.  Howie released him with a slow, pulling squeeze, and Erik was so close to coming he couldn’t inhale.

        He counted to ten.

        Twenty.

        His vision cleared.

        A slow breath, and Erik uncurled his fingers from their fists.

        JC lifted his knees, resting one ankle on Erik’s shoulder, and Howie’s hand on his back guided him forward.  God, this was really happening.  He was about to fuck JC.

        He was about to fuck a man.  Not good.  He was about to fuck JC Chasez from *NSYNC.  Wild.  He was about to fuck the sexiest, hottest person he’d ever met.  Yes yes yes yes yes.

        Gritting his teeth, Erik took his dick in one hand, guiding it to that tiny pucker.  Bracing himself for whatever might happen next, he thrust.

        JC moaned, hips lifting.

        Erik almost screamed as intense, white-hot pleasure gripped him.  He heard JC moaning, heard Howie saying, “Easy, easy, slower,” but he couldn’t slow down.  His hips were in control, his pelvis driving him, his throbbing erection slamming forward again, again, again, thrusting as deeply as it could into JC’s shuddering, writhing body.  He’d never been inside anything this tight, and it was squeezing him like a beautifully cruel hand, and he was never going to last but he had to fuck as hard and as fast as he could while he was still capable of it.

        He’d been so on edge for so long, when orgasm finally came it was almost violent, crashing through him and ripping him apart.  He spurt long, thick streams of cum deep inside JC’s body, and his last thought before he passed out was, “I’m dying happy.”

        He was on his side, Joey behind him, fucking him with rough, steady strokes, hot at his back, hard and masculine, panting flattery and obscenity into his ear.  Nick was in front of him, kissing him, stroking his body, rocking against him, pinning him back against Joey.  The rhythmic thrusting of Joey’s hips, the pistoning of Joey’s dick had his entire body clenching and burning.  Joey’s hand was on the back of his thigh, holding it up, a firm grip keeping him at just the right angle.  Ashley loved the way Joey fucked him, loved how confident and aggressive Joey was, loved how much Joey wanted him, loved how it felt to have Joey’s hands on his body and Joey’s dick pushing into his ass and Joey’s voice saying those things.  There had never been anyone like Joey in Ashley’s life, and that made Ashley all the more eager to experience all of Joey that he could, now.

        Nick kissed like his mouth had been designed to create devastating pleasure.  His tongue was the most perfectly, wickedly, beautifully, intensely sexual organ Ashley had ever encountered.  Kissing Nick was like having sex in and of itself, and Ashley was sure that Nick could bring him to orgasm with kissing alone.  Any part of Ashley, even the barest inch of skin, that Nick kissed or licked or nibbled or sucked or bit, was instantly burning, aching, needing flesh.

        And anything that Nick touched, God, Nick’s hands, Nick’s fingers, it was like he created erogenous zones simply by brushing his fingers over them.  Ashley’s entire body was one needing, pulsing nerve.

        Ashley was trying to give back; he couldn’t keep his hands off of Nick, possibly because Nick felt wonderfully, sinfully good to touch.  But sometimes all he could do was shudder and moan and cling.  And they’d been at this for, god, it had to be hours now, it might even have been days, he couldn’t even remember everything that had happened, it was all one long sexual blur of heat and carnality and Joey and dick and cum and skin and ecstasy and this painful, brutal aching and Nick, Nick, Nick.

        Joey grunted just behind his ear, hands tightening painfully on his thigh and hip, and then Joey’s dick was gone.  Ashley moaned, wanting, but Joey was groaning his name, and he felt the rich hot splash of cum on his back.  Nick broke their kiss and leaned past him, and Ashley moaned, pressed tightly between their bodies, cock throbbing against Nick, Nick’s thick erection digging into his stomach, his legs wrapping close around Nick’s hips, his eyes closing, hand sliding up into Nick’s hair.  He heard them kissing, wet sounds, quiet little moans, masculine grunting, breathy sounds.  He sucked on Nick’s naked shoulder, aching, so absolutely happy that it hurt, wanting this to last forever.  Joey’s hand rubbed over his ass, squeezing a little, and Nick whispered something, and there were more kissing sounds.  Ashley moved his hips, pushing back against Joey, rocking forward into Nick, nudging his dick against Nick’s, groaning at the hot contact.

        Nick kissed him, and Ashley’s entire body moaned with pleasure.  “Nick, please, fuck me, take me, I want it, I need it, please, Nick, please, fuck me, fuck me…”

        There, that, yes, Nick’s dickhead nudging his hole, so big, so promising, Ashley couldn’t stop moaning.  He knew what Nick wanted to hear, knew that promise wouldn’t be fulfilled until he said it.  “It’s yours, it’s yours, Nick, it’s yours, please, give it to me, please…”

        One long thrust, and Nick slid home.  Ashley groaned, digging his fingers into Nick’s back for control.  He couldn’t, god, his body was meant for this, it felt like nothing he’d ever felt before, he’d wasted years.  Steady thrusting, pounding into him, so thick, so long, filling him, owning him, he belonged to this, belonged to Nick and Joey, belonged on Nick’s dick.  “Harder, Nick, harder, more, do it, fuck me, fuck me,” god, he was going to come, he was going to come.  Joey’s hands were on him, twisting his nipples, jacking his dick, he couldn’t take it, it was too much, uh, uh, uh, uh, “Yes, Nick, yes, yes, harder, god, yes…”  Oh, god, too much, too high, too, too, he was going to come, he was going to come, he was going to - - Ashley broke, coming, screaming, writhing, clawing, exploding.

        Before he could recover, before he could breathe, Joey was moving away and Nick was pushing him onto his back.  Nick started fucking him harder, harder, driving into him, dick fucking into him like it was what he was made for.  He couldn’t take it, he was out of his mind, he wanted to be out of his body, but he loved it, he was in love with it, in love with Joey, in love with Nick, in love with what they did to him, in love with feeling this way.  His body was straining, his hands were pulling on Nick to get closer, and he could hear himself making wild, primal sounds.  But none of that truly registered; he was consumed by Nick.  The fire in blue eyes, the passion in Nick’s body, the way Nick’s left hand was angling his hips, the way Nick’s right hand was rubbing up his chest with slow, sure strokes, the fierce rhythmic thrusts as Nick’s erection pounded into his body.  Ashley was in some sort of gorgeous, gorgeous hell where this would never end, where they’d be here for eternity and he’d never get enough.

        Nick pulled out of him and Ashley arched, begging wordlessly, knowing what was coming next and wanting it so badly he could taste it.  When the first hot spurt hit his chest, he shuddered with pleasure, spreading it up his chest, wanting to be covered in it, wanting to bathe in it.  He shivered, licking his fingers, moaning, sucking greedily, wrapping his legs around Nick’s waist so Nick wouldn’t ever leave him.

        Nick leaned in again, kissing him, and Ashley groaned softly, burning inside.  “Come on, Angel,” Nick said, and kissed him again.  “I think you need a shower.”

        Then again, it was a miracle that he was hard at all, considering who the hell he was in bed with.

        Howie gave him an understanding look, then rubbed Erik’s back.  JC tried to arrange his face into a more pleasant expression, since it might make Erik suspicious if he started glaring and cursing.

        A low groan, and Erik raised his head, meeting JC’s eyes.  “Damn.”  A few shocked blinks, and Erik was back in the present.  “Damn,” he said again.  “Hell,” and suddenly he was kissing JC, his hands familiar on JC’s body.

        JC tried to relax.  He was pissed off and resentful and hard, but Erik was getting better and better at kissing him, and when Erik’s hand rubbed in between his thighs and then closed around his erection, he couldn’t help but moan appreciatively.  Oh, yeah, just like that, “Mmm, faster,” and he sucked on Erik’s tongue, tugging on his own nipple, groaning softly, moaning a passionate, “Oh, Erik-Michael,” as he came in Erik’s hand.

        Erik stared at him, dazed.  JC stretched a little, smiling, rubbing the arch of his foot over Erik’s calf.  Erik kissed him, but hesitantly, and asked, “Can I…?”

        Hmm.  JC wondered what was on his mind.  “Can you what?” he asked, running his hand down Erik’s arm.

        Erik’s gaze flickered down to his cum-wet fingers.  “Can I touch it again?”

        Interesting.  JC kissed him slowly, just to keep him waiting.  “Yes,” he said, drawing up one knee.

        Erik stared at his body.  “God, you look good.”

        JC laughed.

        Erik rubbed his fingers against JC’s hole.  JC shifted, glancing at Howie over Erik’s shoulder.  He preferred experienced men, so he’d never broken in a straight boy before, and he wasn’t sure where this might be leading.

        “How many fingers can I use?” Erik asked.

        JC tried not to tense.  He should have expected that question.  Truth be told, he was capable of taking all five, but only he and Nick knew that.  Or, possibly, he, Nick, Howie, AJ, Brian, Kevin, and whoever else they’d told.  He wasn’t about to tell Erik.

        “You can work up to three,” Howie said, and glanced at him.  JC nodded, relaxing a little.  “Just start with one,” Howie added, gently slicking Erik’s fingers.  Thank god.  JC didn’t need Erik trying to cram three fingers in there with no experience.

        Erik pushed one finger in slowly.  JC watched curiosity and fascination build in Erik’s eyes.  Erik slid deeper, then pulled out almost the whole way, pushing in again and rotating slowly and - - “Oh!”  JC shuddered, surprised.  Oh, oh, oh!  Okay, so Erik had found his, oh, oh, yes…  JC panted a little, opening his eyes, trying to - - whoa!

        “What is that?” Erik asked, staring at him in shocked amazement.

        “Stop, stop, stop,” JC said breathlessly, pushing at Erik’s arm.  Erik pulled his finger free.  “That’s my prostate,” JC said.  Apparently Erik knew nothing about his own body.  That just meant he was in for some interesting lessons.

        “It’s like a clit?” Erik asked.

        “In some ways,” JC said, to avoid a lesson on anatomy.  “Next time we,” god, he had to say it, “make love, if we find the right angle, you can hit it on every stroke.”

        Erik grinned.  “Does it always make you jump like that?”

        “Yes,” Howie said, stretching out on his side beside JC, twining his fingers with JC’s.  “It’s a pleasure spot for all men, but JC’s is very…sensitive.”

        “Really,” Erik said, grinning.  “Can I-”

        “Not now,” Howie said, smoothly rescuing JC.  He disentangled their fingers and reached for Erik, stroking down Erik’s arm, guiding Erik closer.  “JC’s gotten to have you all to himself.”

        “You’re still dressed,” Erik said, slowly crawling onto Howie as though being drawn in by the sex in Howie’s gaze.  “You’re…still…”  He moaned before their lips even met, lowering his body onto Howie’s, fucking his tongue into Howie’s mouth, shifting restlessly on top of Howie as though frustrated by the clothes in his way.  Finally he sat up, breaking their kiss, and unbuttoned Howie’s shirt with speed and determination, pushing it back on Howie’s shoulders, running his hands over Howie’s exposed chest.

        JC stared, surprised, as Erik dropped back down and started kissing Howie’s chest.  JC turned onto his side to watch as Erik licked Howie’s nipples.  Howie panted softly, rubbing one hand flat between Erik’s shoulder blades.  Erik crawled back up and kissed his mouth hungrily, one hand opening Howie’s fly.  “Howie,” Erik said, panting, kissing with a little less finesse, hand inside Howie’s fly, “can I fuck you?”

        Howie made a pleased, warm sound, raising his hips just slightly to push into Erik’s hand.  “No,” he said, making it warm enough to take away any sting, but firm enough to be clear.  “I don’t do that, not even with JC.”

        “Then what can I do, I have to, can I suck you?” Erik asked.  JC couldn’t believe this.  Erik really, really wanted Howie.  Did Erik realize that he was offering to give another man head for the second time in one day?  Did Erik even care about being straight anymore?  Or did he want Howie so much, it didn’t matter?

        “Oh, Erik-Michael, yes,” Howie said, making it almost a moan, gracefully bucking up against Erik’s squeezing, stroking hand.  “I’ve wanted this…all day…”

        Erik immediately slid down Howie’s body, tugging down Howie’s pants, and sucked Howie’s dick into his mouth like it was his last meal.  JC couldn’t tell if that was honest sexual enthusiasm, or sheer determination, but Erik was hellbent on getting Howie off.  He was doggedly focused, practicing everything they’d taught him.  Howie sighed warmly, stroking behind Erik’s ears, stroking Erik’s hip with one foot.  When Howie moaned once, softly, Erik redoubled his efforts, combining techniques, going faster.

        Howie opened his eyes, turning his head on the pillow, and smiled at JC.  A pleased smile, a conspiratorial smile.  JC, unable to resist, kissed him.  Howie kissed back, sucking slowly on his tongue, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek.  One breathy moan, “Erik-Michael,” followed by a whisper-soft, “JC,” and Howie shivered a little, and JC heard Erik choking.

        JC turned even closer to Howie, kissing him more deeply, putting a hand on his chest.  Howie guided Erik back up, and then all three of them were kissing each other, stroking each other.  Together, they got rid of Howie’s clothes, and when they were wrapped in a three-way embrace, and JC had naked masculine flesh pressed to every inch of him, hands caressing his body, a tongue in his mouth and a dick in his hand, he decided that this wasn’t a bad way to spend the night, after all.

        Nick watched him with a slow smirk.  He really was a pretty cumwhore.  They’d fucked him again in the shower.  Nick had put him on the bottom of the tub and fucked him on his back, with the water pounding down on them from above.  He’d almost passed out then; they’d barely gotten him back on his feet.  When Joey had started whispering sweet nothings, though, he’d perked up again; and when Joey had requested a blowjob, Ashley had dropped right to his knees and gone for it with brand-new hunger.  He really was a true dickslut.  Nick was almost impressed.

        Nick was also starving.  He put on underwear, and he and Joey went out to the kitchen.  He made a sandwich for Joey while he made one for himself, and got out soda and chips.  “He’s not bad.”  It was easy as hell to train him, which was nice.

        “He’s a great lay,” Joey agreed.  “You’re not that bad, either.”

        Nick grinned.  “You’re okay.”  Joey wasn’t Nick’s type, but he had good technique.  AJ had taught him a hell of a lot.

        They talked about their plans for the morning, and they talked about their long-term goals for Ashley.  Physically exhausted from fucking all night, they went back to the bedroom.

        Closing the door, Nick turned and kissed Joey, soft and warm.  He kept it slow, and intimate, one hand on Joey’s hip, his other hand massaging slowly, firmly, at the small of Joey’s back.  Gradually, he deepened the kiss.  Joey’s hands on him, he tolerated, but when Joey’s hands began to move, he stepped back.  He kissed Joey again.  “Good night,” he said, and pressed another kiss to Joey’s lips.

        “Yeah,” Joey said, and Nick knew Joey was suspicious, trying to figure him out.  Good.  Joey stripped and got into bed, facing Ashley, gathering Ashley’s used body into his arms.

        “Joey,” Ashley murmured, winding around him.

        Nick dropped his underwear, climbing in behind Ashley.  He pressed up close, spooning in behind Ashley, wrapping an arm around Ashley’s waist.  Ashley moaned with unmistakable pleasure.  Nick smiled.  Joey had Ashley’s heart; Nick had Ashley’s libido.  That was fine for now, but whoever walked away with both would be the winner, and Nick didn’t intend to lose.

Today's "luckiest man in the world" award goes to Erik-Michael Estrada, for getting to do JC.

Today's "man, he's not looking too bright" award goes to Ashley Parker Angel.  (Honorable mention: Jacob Underwood.)

Today's "awww, isn't that cute?" moment: Chris and Trevor, “You said that you love me.”

Today's "whoa" moment: Brian couldn’t wait to make him crawl and beg.

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