Sucker
Copyright November 24, 2002-September 16, 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 forty-eight...
“Oh, god,” Erik moaned, pushing JC down and crawling up over him, panting against JC’s mouth as JC squeezed his dick. “I can’t, oh, believe we’re, aahh, doing this.”
“You’re such,” thrust, “a fucking,” thrust, “sick son-of-a-bitch.” Grunting, Jacob fucked Lance harder, slamming his hips forward with quick rhythm.
“Fuck me like a man,” Lance ordered, arching his back as sharp pleasure spiked through him. “Put some muscle into it. I’m not your mother.”
“You sick motherfucker,” Jacob panted, pushing Lance’s knee to his chest. “Am I the second person here today, or the nineteenth?”
“You mean in my bed or in my ass?” Lance asked, pulling on the sheets as Jacob’s dick drove deeper.
“Is there a difference?” Jacob asked.
Lance knew his own abs didn’t ripple like that when he was fucking. He hated Jacob. “You’re such a skinny little shit.”
“Sick” thrust “fake” thrust “delusional” thrust “arrogant” thrust “motherfucker.”
Lance thrived on the hatred and disgust in Jacob’s eyes. He wanted to snap the bitch’s neck. “You don’t even know,” he sucked in his breath, biting his lip so he wouldn’t moan, “who you’re dealing with.”
Jacob’s fingers dug into Lance’s thighs as Jacob’s hips picked up a smooth, deep, rolling motion. Lance had to close his eyes so Jacob’s wouldn’t see his eyes rolling back in his head at the pleasure of it. “An immoral whoring self-centered materialistic narcissistic Hollywood astronaut?” Jacob asked, breathless, voice catching between words.
Lance smiled, stroking his dick and biting back a low groan as his body sought orgasm. Somehow, he managed to speak in words and not rough, needy moans. “Cosmonaut. I’m an immoral whoring self-centered materialistic narcissistic Hollywood cosmonaut. You bitch.”
Erik moaned, cupping JC’s ass in both hands, pulling JC flush to his body as he swallowed his own cum from JC’s mouth. Sucking on JC’s tongue, he stroked the cleft of JC’s ass. Making out and getting naked and giving head in the kitchen was supremely hot, but, “Maybe we should stop.” Had he just indicated that he wanted to stop having sex with JC? Was he out of his mind? God, that had been one of the best blowjobs he’d ever had.
“Not until you fuck me,” JC said, kissing him.
Whoa. Erik had never been closer to loving JC than at that moment. But they couldn’t just fuck in the kitchen. Could they? JC wanted it. He’d just come, but JC’s ass felt fantastic in his hands and was going to feel incredible on his dick. “Can we go upstairs?”
“Yeah, honey, we can go upstairs,” JC said, kissing him, body hot against his. “Whose bedroom do you want to use?”
Erik stopped kissing him. “Uh…mine?” he asked. He’d never had JC in his own bed, but he’d fantasized about it. A lot.
JC licked Erik’s lips. Slowly. And moaned.
Erik had to have him. “Any room you want.” Any room, any position, anything JC wanted.
Ashley didn’t know what to think.
Nick and Joey didn’t know Dan. Dan was practically his big brother. There was no way that Dan would break up a solid couple just to get Justin into bed. Dan wasn’t even having sex with Justin; no matter what they’d said last night, Ashley didn’t actually believe that. Dan was straight. Dan was upstanding. Dan was way too ethical to come up with a shady plan like that.
Dan honestly thought that he was helping Justin.
Maybe Dan was wrong?
Ashley didn’t know. Ashley knew Dan, but Nick and Joey knew AJ and Justin.
Erik, well, Ashley didn’t one hundred percent believe that Erik wasn’t up to something with JC and Howie.
Joey rubbed Ashley’s
thigh. “If you don’t want to go home, you can stay here tonight.”
“Excuse me,” Nick said.
“You can stay, too,” Joey murmured, turning his head and kissing Nick’s mouth.
“That’s,” kiss, “good,” kiss, “because I already had plans.”
Slow kiss. Sweet stroke of tongue. Ashley’s dick twitched. “Plans for what?” Joey asked, taking his hand from Ashley’s thigh to caress Nick’s hair.
“Plans for your hot ass,” Nick said, still kissing him. “Plans for your hot dick.”
“My dick?” Joey asked against Nick’s lips, thumb brushing over Nick’s cheek.
“I love your dick,” Nick said, his hand sliding up the back of Joey’s thigh. “You have such a great dick.” Ashley shifted, adjusting himself, fascinated, aroused.
“I know,” Joey said, and broke the kiss to grin at Nick.
Nick grinned back, eyes sparkling with smug happiness. “Fuckgod.”
Joey laughed, sitting back. “That’s me.” As his laughter faded, he put his hand on Ashley’s thigh again, giving Ashley a quick smile. “Where were we?”
“You said I could spend the night,” Ashley said, wondering if they wanted to be alone. Of course they wanted to be alone. “If you two - - I don’t have to stay. I can-”
“Oh, hell, you can stay,” Nick said. “The bed’s big enough.” He stretched one arm around Joey’s shoulders and gave Ashley a casual glance. “You want to watch or participate?”
Ashley looked at Joey for help.
“You don’t have to answer that right now,” Joey said.
“It’s a hard question?” Nick asked.
“Leave him alone,” Joey said to Nick.
“You spoil him,” Nick said.
“He’s pretty,” Joey said. “I like to be good to him.” Joey’s hand squeezed his thigh as Joey gave him a secret smile.
Ashley blushed, smiling back.
Usually, after the first orgasm, tension lessened.
For Lance and Jacob, tension only increased. The friction between them created angry sparks as they kissed, snapping at each other and pushing each other around the bed. Lance bitched at Jacob. Jacob insulted Lance. Lance complained. Jacob cursed.
“Stop,” Lance smacked the side of Jacob’s head, “biting me.”
“Then stop,” Jacob smacked Lance’s ass, “scratching me.”
“If you want Brian to consider your mangy, skinny, flea-bitten carcass as a potential sex partner, then you have to stop being such an arrogant self-righteous self-centered know-it-all son-of-a-bitch and listen to me.” Straddling Jacob’s hips, Lance held him down firmly. “Brian doesn’t want to be your scratching post, he doesn’t want your teeth cutting through his skin, and he doesn’t want to be smacked on the ass like a two-dollar whore.”
“I’d never treat Brian the way I treat your filthy ass,” Jacob said, eyes burning with defiance. “He deserves much better than you’ll ever get.”
Lance leaned in until he and Jacob were almost nose to nose. Jacob was still beneath him, but tense and panting with fury. “Brian will never want you,” Lance whispered. “He’ll never really love you.”
“Fuck you,” Jacob whispered, outraged. “Shut up, roll over, and give me your ass like the worthless whore you know you are.”
“The fear is killing you, isn’t it?” Lance asked softly. He tenderly stroked the side of Jacob’s face; Jacob smacked his hand away furiously. “You know that there’s an excellent chance that Brian will never want you, that he’ll reject you, that you’ll never have him. And then you’ll have gone through all of this for nothing. You’ll have given yourself to me for all of these hours, you’ll have invited me into your body, for nothing.” Lance made sympathetic sounds, kissing Jacob’s cheeks. “It’s so sad.”
The full glare of Jacob’s hatred was frightening in its intensity. “You’re the sickest motherfucker I’ve ever fucking met.”
Lance smiled. “Thank you.”
Chris studied Trevor. “Something’s wrong.”
“With what?” Trevor asked, chasing peas around his plate.
Chris reached over, stabbing two with his own fork, then eating them. “You’re very happy to be with me.”
“Of course I am,” Trevor said.
“But other things are bothering you.”
“Maybe,” Trevor said.
Chris speared a piece of chicken from Trevor’s plate. “I could be reading too much into this, but things seemed a little tense today in rehearsal.”
“A little,” Trevor said. “Do you want to switch plates?”
“No, I’m fine this way,” Chris said, eating another piece of chicken from Trevor’s plate. “What happened, you guys had a fight?”
“We had a major blow-up,” Trevor said, taking some of Chris’s chicken. “We went out last night, driving around, and I don’t even remember how it started, maybe something Jacob said to Ashley, but we just… It was bad.”
“I get upset with my friends sometimes,” Chris said.
“Not like this,” Trevor said.
“Well, no matter how mad I am, I know that deep down I love them and I want only good things for them, so I try to rein it in,” Chris said.
“I love my friends,” Trevor objected.
“Good,” Chris said. “Then everything’s okay.”
“I accused Jacob of wanting to suck Brian’s dick,” Trevor said. “I accused Ashley of wanting to break up Joey and Nick. I accused Erik of bottoming for JC.”
“Oh, no, there’s your problem,” Chris said. “JC’s a bottom.”
“Really?” Trevor asked.
Chris watched Trevor’s eyes glaze over with speculative lust. He smiled, taking more chicken. He waited, chewing. When Trevor appeared deep in fantasy, he asked, “You didn’t accuse Dan of anything?”
Trevor looked at him, jolted from reverie. “What?”
“You accused Jacob of something, you accused Ashley and Erik, what about Dan?”
“I don’t remember accusing him of anything specific,” Trevor said.
“Because there’s nothing to accuse him of?” Chris asked.
“I had no right to say anything I said last night,” Trevor said.
“Okay, but you said it anyway,” Chris said. “Not to Dan, though.”
“What’s your point?” Trevor asked, honestly uncertain.
“You like him best.”
“I’ve always looked up to him,” Trevor said. “So? I love all of the guys.”
“Okay,” Chris said, and forked peas.
“There are five of us, we’re different… Maybe I’m a little closer to Dan than I am to the other guys, but it’s not a major difference. Doesn’t that happen with the five of you?”
“Sure,” Chris said. “It’s natural.”
“Who are you closest to?” Trevor asked.
“Hmm.” Chris chewed. “It used to be Lance. Then it was JC. Now I think it’s Justin.”
“Do you think…” Trevor twirled his fork. “Do you think that Justin’s happier with AJ or with Dan?”
“That’s a good question.” Chris didn’t have a formal, Kevin-sanctioned answer, so he decided to wing it as best he could. “AJ and Justin have their own dynamic. They’re so comfortable with each other, so familiar, but underneath it there’s this weird sort of unexplored tension. They’re in love with each other, but there’s this sort of vibe to it, like at any second they could either rip off each other’s clothes and fuck right there in front of you, or haul off and hit each other.” Hmm. He was probably saying all of the wrong things. “I’ve never seen them hit each other. I’ve never seen them have sex, either, although I’m sure they’re very good at it.” Chris ate chicken to buy time. “AJ gives Justin something that no one else ever has. AJ grounds him, really centers him, always seems to know what to say to him.”
Trevor was listening with a lot of attention, watching Chris’s face, soaking up each word.
Chris tried to do better. He didn’t want to let Kevin down. “Justin’s become very close to Dan. He likes to spend as much time with Dan as possible. He depends on Dan. But Dan can’t give Justin what he needs. Justin’s never going to be happy until he has someone who can ground him and love him and fuck him and inspire love in return. Dan can’t give him all of that.”
“Dan really only wants what’s best for Justin,” Trevor said. “He wants Justin to be healthy and happy and independent.”
“So do I,” Chris said.
Trevor finished Chris’s chicken. “Everyone keeps saying that JC and Howie are perfect for each other, the ideal couple.”
“They are,” Chris said. “And a very well-groomed couple, I might add.”
“Then why are they having a fight?”
“Because of Erik,” Chris said.
Trevor looked at Chris in surprise. “You believe that?”
“Yes,” Chris said. “You don’t?”
Trevor frowned.
Chris finished Trevor’s peas.
“JC’s so… Howie… I can’t imagine trying to break them up,” Trevor said. “I would never deliberately do anything that would screw up anything for them.”
“You’re a good boy,” Chris said, patting Trevor’s hand.
“I know that not everybody thinks of them the way that I do-”
“Not everybody has a shrine in their honor?” Chris asked. “Really?”
“-but Erik wouldn’t… Howie and JC, specifically, he seemed so in awe of them. And, I love Erik, but, seriously, if you had JC in your bed, would you give Erik a second look? If you were making love with Howie Dorough every night, would you really go anywhere else?”
“I’ve slept with JC before,” Chris said. “I never slept with Howie. I can’t say that I wouldn’t, if the bed were right there.”
“You’ve slept with JC Chasez,” Trevor said, captivated. “I know you don’t mean sex, but - - you don’t, do you?”
“Me and JC?” Chris asked. He snorted. “I don’t think that a mere mortal like myself has what it takes to satisfy Mr. Chasez.”
“If JC… Howie’s a top?” Trevor asked.
“You could assume that,” Chris said. The question was still open for debate, but Chris had too many other things to worry about to give it much thought.
“Wow.” Trevor’s eyes glazed over again. “I had no idea.”
Chris watched Trevor’s mind go off into interesting new places again. He smiled. “I missed you.”
Erik moaned without much energy against JC’s neck.
JC gently squeezed his ass.
“I am so drained,” Erik said.
“Erik-Michael,” JC murmured, one hand still on his ass, the other stroking the back of his head.
“Mm-hmm,” Erik said. They had to get up, soon, because anyone could come home at any second, but he needed a few minutes to recuperate.
“This is the ugliest bedroom I’ve ever been in.”
Ha. “You haven’t seen Jacob’s room.” Erik turned his head to one side, resting his other cheek on JC’s shoulder, and looked around at the Superman memorabilia on the walls. “He definitely chose his theme.”
JC kissed the top of his head.
Pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, Erik sat back on his haunches. “You’re kind of…”
“Kind of what?” JC asked, getting up, dropping a kiss on his cheek on the way to collect the clothes they’d scattered between the very open door and the bed.
“Are you…” He didn’t want to say anything insulting, but he didn’t know what was insulting and what wasn’t. “You’re kind of a freak.”
JC laughed, dressing, handing Erik a few articles of clothing. “That’s a pretty strong label.”
“Okay, yeah, but…” Erik left the bed, getting dressed. “You totally got off on knowing that we could have been caught at any second. And if you and I get caught screwing, we’re screwed.”
“We didn’t get caught,” JC said.
“Yeah, and it’s a miracle, because we’ve been fucking for, what, ten hours now?”
JC laughed, zipping Erik’s fly and kissing his cheek. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“I thought maybe you wanted a quickie.”
“I like quickies,” JC said, stroking his cheek. JC’s fingers slipped across his mouth, JC’s eyes gazing into his. “I like everything.”
Sitting on the sofa with Justin, Dan closed his eyes as a commercial flashed across the screen.
He was doing the right thing.
He was doing it for the right reasons.
Justin was safer away from AJ. Dan would continue to protect Justin at all costs, until Justin was strong enough to protect himself.
AJ was a threat. A threat, a danger, a menace. Dan would stand between Justin and that menace as long as he had to.
A tentative touch at his jaw. Dan’s eyes opened. Justin sat back, hand dropping.
Dan knew that he had to be careful about how much physical contact he and Justin had, because he didn’t want Justin to get confused and attribute sexual undertones to their interactions. But he and Justin had crossed so many traditional boundaries, he’d become accustomed to the idea that Justin would touch him more than his other male friends. He’d decided not to mind.
Maybe Justin saw that in his eyes. Justin’s hand returned, fingertips running slowly along his jaw, along the line of his beard.
“I wish that I could make everything better for you,” Justin said.
“I wish the same thing for you,” Dan said quietly.
“But it’s so hard for you,” Justin said. “You’re trying so hard, and you’re being so strong, and you’re sacrificing so much.”
“I see how hard it is for you every day,” Dan said.
“I want to help you,” Justin said. He lowered his hand, putting it over Dan’s hand, still holding Dan’s gaze.
“The only thing I want from you right now is for you to help yourself,” Dan said. “Help me to help you.”
“You’ll take on anything for me,” Justin said.
“I love you,” Dan said.
Justin’s eyebrows twitched. “That’s what love is?”
“I don’t know,” Dan said. “That’s what my love for you is.”
“Slow - - unh - - the fuck - - unh - - down!” Lance ordered, smacking Jacob’s shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up!” Jacob snapped back, grunting, fucking Lance harder. As he lowered his head, groaning, his hair fell forward. Lance grabbed a fistful of dreads and pulled. “Ow! Shit! Sick fuck!” Jacob said, pushing Lance’s hand away and snapping his head back up.
“Eye contact,” Lance reminded him.
“Who the hell would want to look at your face?” Jacob demanded.
“Brian would,” Lance snapped. He wanted to lecture Jacob on the power of the gaze, on how important eye contact was, on how staying locked into Brian’s gaze would keep Brian latched onto him. But he knew his speech would be interrupted by too many hot moans, and he didn’t want to be that obvious about how damned turned on he was. Although the swollen hardness of his dick probably gave it away. “Slow down,” he insisted. Ah, god, Lance dug his fingers into his own thigh as Jacob pinched his nipples.
“Shut, oh god, up before, uh ah, the sound of your - - god - - voice makes me soft,” Jacob said, putting one hand by Lance’s shoulder and resting his weight there, spreading Lance’s knees further apart to get closer.
Trying not to groan too loudly, gripping Jacob’s ass with one hand, Lance wrapped his other hand around his erection. Jacob was fucking him so hard and so fast that orgasm was coming on too close, too soon. The thrusting and rocking built a full-body rhythm, the bursts of pleasure came so close together that each new one popped hot and fresh before the previous one had faded, and the hatred and tension that Lance and Jacob fueled in each other weren’t doing a thing to diminish Lance’s lust.
“You’re,” oh, god, “too fast and,” ah, ah, fuck, “too hard,” Lance said, dragging his nails across Jacob’s ass as a particularly sharp spasm of pleasure knifed him. “God, fuck.” Whenever Lance had fucked Jacob, Jacob had tried to rush him, tried to push the beat of it. Jacob was even worse as a top. It felt fucking incredible.
“Shut up!” Jacob ordered, panting, grunting. “I’m trying to come, damn it!”
Shit, shit, “god,” Lance groaned, tugging on his dick, feeling tension and pressure build, so close, so close, so close-
“Oh, fuck,” Jacob said, and bit his lower lip, slamming in.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Lance said, digging his nails into Jacob’s arm, jacking his dick faster, quick hard strokes.
“Shut the fuck up!” Jacob snapped, and clapped his hand over Lance’s mouth, closing his eyes.
Unwilling to take his hand from his dick, Lance shook his head to free his mouth, reaching up and slapping Jacob across the face.
Jerking suddenly, cursing, Jacob came. “Oh,” he moaned, panting, “god, damn.”
“Bitch!” Lance protested. That was it! Releasing his rigid, leaking erection, Lance grabbed Jacob’s hair and yanked him closer. If he was smearing pre-cum on Jacob’s hair, so much the better. “Next time, you get me off first!”
“Get yourself off,” Jacob said rudely, popping his dick out.
“If I were Brian, and you came without getting me off, you’d better either suck my dick or sit on it,” Lance said. “It’s up to you.”
“Fuck you,” Jacob snapped.
The nasty little fucker. “You’re doing both,” Lance said. “You need the practice,” he added, the hand in Jacob’s hair pushing Jacob down between the splay of his legs. “Suck it.”
“Hey, D., come in and sit down,” AJ said, opening Kevin’s front door. “We just got started.”
“What are we looking at first?” Howie asked, stepping inside and following AJ through the house.
“We started with the patio,” AJ said. “Have you ever seen JC eat on fast-forward?”
Howie laughed. “He’s serious about his food.”
“Hey, come on in,” Brian said as they entered the room.
“What was Lance talking about?” Howie asked Kevin, seeing Lance and Kevin in the corner of the screen.
“I tried not to listen,” Kevin said. “He’s grossly boring.”
“He’s obnoxious,” AJ said, sitting beside Brian on the sofa.
“He’s desperate and afraid,” Howie said, easing into the armchair. “What was wrong with Joey? He looked terrible.”
“He was up all night entertaining ladies,” Brian said.
“That’s my boy,” AJ said, stretching out his arms along the back of the sofa.
“Chris and Justin looked pathetic huddled up together,” Howie said. “I almost went over and sat with them, just to see what would happen.”
“You should have,” AJ said. “It would have been hilarious.”
“There’s Nick,” Kevin said.
“Look at JC’s face,” Brian said. “It was like he’d been living in darkness for years and he’d just seen the sun come up.”
“JC thinks that Nick created the world,” Howie said.
“You think dealing with that is tough, try Justin,” AJ said. “He thinks that the planets revolve around Kevin. The sun only shines if Kevin wants it to.”
Kevin smiled.
JC had fallen asleep on Erik’s bed.
Erik stroked the long waves of JC’s hair, twining a curl around his fingers. An eccentric musical genius, a wild and incredible performer, genuinely nice, hot as hell, and kinky? Could anyone be more perfect than JC?
He couldn’t just let JC sleep, because he wasn’t prepared to explain what JC was doing in his bed. But just a few more minutes couldn’t hurt. He wanted to treasure the fact of having JC in his bed. Dressed, and on top of the covers, but it still counted.
He wondered what Howie was doing. Thinking about JC? It struck Erik as kind of sad, actually, that JC was here falling asleep in his bed instead of with Howie. They were supposed to be together. JC shouldn’t be getting sex from him, sleeping with him, spending all of this time with him. JC should be with Howie.
What would it take?
What kept them apart?
“That wasn’t bad,” Lance said, lounging back against the pillows. “I almost didn’t have to think about other guys to stay hard. That’s a major improvement, for you.”
Beside the bed, Jacob pulled his jeans up and gave Lance a disgusted look. “How do you face a mirror without vomiting?”
“It really would have been more merciful to everyone if you’d just been killed at birth,” Lance said.
“God!” Jacob said, tugging on his shirt. “I can’t stand the sound of your voice!”
“That’s funny,” Lance said, casually deepening it. “Brian loves it.”
“Brian loves me,” Jacob said fiercely.
“Brian loves a lot of people,” Lance said. “He’s excited about you, because you’re still new. But trust me, that’ll wear off.”
“Fuck you,” Jacob said angrily. “You don’t know anything about Brian or anything about love or anything about me. All you know is how to be a major fucking waste.”
“A waste that you couldn’t wait to run right over and rub your dick on,” Lance said.
“Sick, twisted freak,” Jacob spat. “Don’t ever fucking call me again.”
“Does that mean that we’re done?” Lance asked. “You’ve barely learned where to stick it. Brian’s going to run screaming, and he’s never going to come back.”
“I have nothing to learn from you,” Jacob said. “I love Brian, and he loves me. We can learn from each other, together.”
“You’re going to seduce him by saying, ‘Brian, I don’t know what I’m doing, but why don’t we fumble around together?’ That’ll really entice him. You’re going to change Brian’s whole sense of who he is and what he wants by flopping around on top of him like a brain-damaged fish?” Lance shook his head. “Your stupidity is so astounding, I’m really impressed.”
“It got you off,” Jacob said, picking up his shoes. “But I guess you can’t afford to be that picky,” he added, and left.
“I hope you get hit by a bus,” Lance said.
The front door slammed shut.
Lance rolled over, finding his phone and dialing. He got Brian’s voice mail. “Hi. I just finished up with Jacob. He said that he’s finished with me and he’s moving on to you. I hope you kill him. Call me.”
Hanging up, Lance closed his eyes.
His stomach felt like he was digesting shards of glass.
He was actively taking part, scheming, fulfilling his part in the plot to take Jacob down. He should feel triumphant. Smugly satisfied. Instead, he felt disgusted with himself. Confused. Used. Miserable. Sick, sick at heart, sick of himself.
He hated who he’d become. He had no one to blame but himself. He could accuse Howie, Brian, or Jacob all day long, but when it came down to it, he’d done this to himself.
He’d let that mangy little bitch into his home, into his bed. Into his body. Nothing could erase the feel of it. Jacob’s mouth on his. Jacob’s hands on him. Jacob’s fingers, Jacob’s dick, plunging deep inside.
He’d made love with Howie. Howie had made love to him.
But there had been no love in it. Howie still didn’t care. Never had. Never would.
At least, though, he’d had the physical memory of it. The grand memory of finally sharing that last part of himself with the one he loved.
Now even that was tainted. Printed over with the filth of Jacob.
Was this who he was now? Someone who used and was used? Someone who betrayed himself in hopes of hurting someone else? Someone who attacked others as if that could ever make up for the pain of his own trauma?
He was alone. Naked and used. In the bed of, what, his shame? Downfall? Degradation?
Was there a point in getting up? Where would he go?
Maybe he should lay there forever. He could charge admission. Come and see the Amazing Lance Bass. His heart is broken and twisted, he digests glass, and he never, ever cries.
“This is disgusting,” Kevin said.
“Let me watch,” Howie said.
“You saw this when it happened,” AJ protested. Onscreen, Brian moaned softly, licking at Lance’s fingers, as Lance fed him soft bits of cookie.
“This is a better angle,” Howie said.
“I can’t believe you took him right over to the camera,” AJ said.
“It’s where the cookies were,” Brian said innocently.
Trevor took off his necklace, handing it to Chris.
Sitting beside Trevor
on the sofa, Chris slowly wound Trevor’s necklace around his fingers. He felt
relaxed enough for low-key fidgeting. “When’s your car going to be ready?”
“They said it would take about a week,” Trevor said.
“What are you going to drive until then?”
“Shit,” Trevor said. “I was going to borrow a car from whoever was home for the next few days, but now I don’t want to ask, and I don’t think anyone would be in the mood to say yes.”
“You could rent a car,” Chris said.
“Yeah,” Trevor said. “Damn, that sucks.”
Chris unwound the necklace, then wound it in the other direction. “If you had a friend with a few extra cars, you could borrow one from him.”
“Yeah, like I know a lot of people with…” Trevor’s voice trailed off; he looked at Chris. “Extra cars.”
“Hmm.” Chris studied the necklace. “This is a nice chain.”
“Chris,” Trevor said.
“You can’t have my bike,” Chris said.
“You don’t have to, I mean, I could rent a car,” Trevor said. “Or I could spend a few days at home, although that would suck, since everyone I live with hates me right now.”
“You may borrow one car,” Chris said, meeting his eyes. “One car, only. For a limited time only.”
“Are you serious?” Trevor asked, eyes widening. “You don’t have to. You’d really let me borrow one of your cars? One of your cars?”
“I didn’t say it would be one of the good ones,” Chris said.
“I’ll take such good care of it,” Trevor said. “I’ll treat it like a princess. I won’t let anyone touch it. I’ll drive so damned carefully.”
“Let’s go to the garage and choose a princess for you,” Chris said, rising from the couch, handing Trevor his necklace.
“They’re going to be so fucking jealous,” Trevor said. “Every day Brian’s car is in the driveway, we just stare at it.”
“You, too?” Chris asked.
Brian tilted his head to one side, absently stroking AJ’s knee. “Do you think JC’s pretty?”
“Not with that nose,” Kevin said.
“JC’s the most aesthetically pleasing member of the group,” AJ said. “If that means anything.”
“Justin’s cute,” Brian said.
“Not with that nose,” Howie said.
“Is it physically possible for men to have cute noses?” AJ asked. “Besides Nick.”
“Ashley does,” Brian said. “Jacob does.” His hand traveled; AJ pushed it kneeward again. “Look at the way JC’s looking at you,” he murmured, gazing at the screen, apparently addressing Howie. “He’s talked himself into trusting you. He wants to believe.”
“You really think that Jacob has a cute nose?” Howie asked.
“It’s adorable,” Brian said.
“You can’t expect Brian to be objective,” Kevin said. “Not when he’s…in love.”
“Look at the way he responds to you,” Brian said. “Blushing, touching himself. That bashful smile. He’s flattered, he’s embarrassed…”
“Is JC a woman?” AJ asked. He moved Brian’s hand again.
“He’s so into you,” Brian said. “He wants you to accept him. If you accept him, then Nick didn’t reject him because he’s intrinsically unworthy.”
“Intrinsically?” Howie repeated.
“He wants to be liked, he wants to be considered an equal. Nick’s so far above him - - JC’s humble, but he believes in equality. He’s not used to thinking of someone as better than he is, but he learned that we’re better. But if you accept him, he’s equal again. He wants to be loved. He wants to be respected. You’re the closest thing to Nick that he has.”
“Rok, please,” AJ said.
“Sorry,” Brian said, lifting his hand.
“Here,” AJ said, handing him a throw pillow. “Molest this.”
Brian accepted the pillow, but gave AJ a sad smile. “It’s not the same.”
AJ flashed a wicked grin. “Nothing is.”
After stroking JC’s hair for a while, and calling Howie but getting no answer, Erik sat and watched JC sleep some more and thought about how to reunite JC with Howie.
The front door slammed.
“Shit,” Erik whispered. Someone was home. “JC,” he said softly, shaking JC’s shoulder. “JC.” His door was closed, and he’d locked it, but Howie’s boyfriend was asleep on his bed. Howie’s lover’s car was in the driveway. “JC.”
Erik listened for footsteps as he shook JC’s shoulder and rubbed JC’s chest. He didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs.
“Gnnm.” JC squinted at him. “Honey?”
“Someone else is here,” Erik said softly. “Somebody just came home.”
“Mm.” JC sat up, running a hand through his hair, bringing it into artfully tousled perfection. “I’d better go.”
“Yeah.” Erik wanted to go with him. Could he invite himself?
JC kissed him. “Come home with me.”
How was he going to explain that? “I don’t think I can.” He didn’t owe anyone an explanation, but he didn’t want to give people obvious reason to think that he was interfering in JC and Howie’s relationship, and going home with JC at this hour, and not coming home until morning, would only add fuel to the fire. Most of the time, when he left, he didn’t say exactly where he was going. “If we get caught leaving together…”
“You could follow me,” JC said. “Wait, and then leave after I’m gone.”
Erik was tempted. That, he could pull off.
“I like sleeping with you,” JC said. “I like waking up with you. No one could ever replace Howie, but I like seeing you first thing in the morning.”
Forget about tempting; that was irresistible. “Okay,” Erik said. “I’ll wait a few minutes, and then I’ll come over.”
JC kissed his cheek. “I’ll be waiting.”
They were in the kitchen, dropping off the remains of their snacks, when Justin asked, “Why won’t he come for me?”
“Don’t take that road,” Dan said.
“How could he not want me anymore?” Justin asked, his gaze pleading with Dan to give him the truth. “I try so hard to be good for him, I love him so much, I give him everything he wants from me. I miss him so much, it’s so hard… I just want him to come for me, I’m waiting every day for him to come and get me, I’ll wait forever-”
“No,” Dan said firmly. “No, you won’t wait forever, you’ll stop waiting and get on with your life. Stop focusing on him and work on yourself.”
For a moment, it looked like Justin wanted to slap Dan across the face for daring to suggest such a thing. Then, with one blink, all of the anger and fear and desperation drained away, and Justin came closer, putting his hand on Dan’s chest. “You’re trying so hard,” Justin said, compassion in his tone. “You’re doing everything you can, you’re here with me every night and every day, you’re giving up everything just to help me.”
“I want you to be happy,” Dan said. “I want you to be safe.”
“I couldn’t get through this without you,” Justin said. “I wouldn’t be able to make it through one day of this without all of your support, without knowing that you’re right here for me. You’re my lifeline. When I hear your voice on the other end of the phone, when I open the door and there you are…” Justin embraced him, and Dan held him securely, eyes closing. “You’re the only thing holding me together,” Justin whispered. “God, Dan, I need you. Please, don’t give up on me.”
“I won’t,” Dan said softly, rubbing his back. “I promise.”
“It’s amazing how relaxed he is,” Brian said, watching the screen, where AJ and Justin were tangled together at one end of the sofa.
“He’s so comfortable with you,” Howie said. AJ’s fingers stroked just beneath Justin’s jaw, and Justin’s hand rubbed over AJ’s thigh.
“I do good work,” AJ said.
“For most of his life, Justin didn’t like to be touched,” Kevin said. “He didn’t need physical affection.”
“Until you came along,” Howie said.
“Now he requires it,” Kevin said. “He needs the comfort and the reassurance.”
“He’s getting it from me,” AJ said. “He’s getting it from Dan. But, since we’re talking about Justin, he thinks that nothing will ever be good enough unless it’s from Master of the Universe, Kevin Richardson.”
“Dan,” Brian said. His hand squeezed the pillow as he looked at AJ. “When can we watch that tape?”
“You like watching me take it up the ass?” AJ asked.
Kevin smiled. “Who doesn’t?”
“It’s just that I’ve met AJ,” Ashley said, closing the dishwasher. “Every time I see him, he’s either assaulting one of my friends or scaring the shit out of me.”
“He doesn’t know any of you,” Joey said, closing the refrigerator. “He doesn’t have any reason to like you. All he knows is that Dan took Justin from him, and the rest of you are disrupting his best friends’ lives. He doesn’t attack people at random. If AJ really were that horrible to Justin, do you think we would have let them stay together?”
“No,” Ashley admitted. “That’s what I couldn’t figure out, because I know how much you guys all love each other, and it didn’t make sense that he’d be in such a bad relationship and you’d let him stay there.”
“When Justin broke up with AJ, we supported him, because we trusted him to make the right decision for himself. And we’ve really tried to stand behind him during this break-up. But if you really want my honest opinion, I think he’s happier with AJ. If he wanted to go back, I’d tell him to do it.”
Nick walked into the kitchen, running his hand up Joey’s arm. “Sweetness. You busy?”
“Not really,” Joey said. “Why?”
Ashley watched Nick whisper something in Joey’s ear. He wondered what Nick said, and why Nick felt the need to whisper, since usually Nick had no trouble saying just about anything right in front of him. It looked intimate, Nick’s mouth that close to Joey’s ear, their heads tilted toward each other, Nick’s hand on Joey’s arm, Joey’s hand rising to Nick’s back.
Joey nodded, and Nick whispered something else. Their eyes met, and Joey nodded again.
“Okay,” Nick said. “Works for me.” He kissed Joey’s cheek. “I’m going to bed.” Another kiss, this one on the mouth, and then Nick walked over to Ashley and kissed him, too.
Oh. Ashley gazed up into Nick’s eyes, blushing slightly.
“Sorry your friends treat you like shit,” Nick said.
Joey coughed.
“Sorry you’re having a fight with your friends,” Nick said.
“Thanks,” Ashley said. He wasn’t comfortable with Nick this close. He preferred Joey as a barrier between them.
“Night,” Nick said.
“Night,” Ashley said, and watched Nick leave the kitchen. He exhaled. Nick had gone to bed. Finally, he was alone with Joey.
Joey hugged him.
Ashley immediately felt anchored. It felt so good, he wanted to cling to Joey forever.
“You want to talk about it?” Joey asked.
“No.” Everyone judged him. No one trusted him. Only Joey believed in him. What else was there to say?
Joey kissed him.
“Oh, here we go,” AJ said, as the onscreen Kevin and Chris walked into the room with Brian, Lance, and Justin.
“Look at Justin’s face,” Howie said.
“Chris is just staring,” AJ said, highly amused. “Like he can’t miss one second of looking at you.”
“I can’t believe you’re trying to hold a normal conversation,” Howie said.
“A walk down memory lane,” AJ said. “I can’t believe this. Oh, Chris! He’s telling all of Joey’s personal business.”
“Brian asked,” Kevin said.
“Listen to Lance, ‘I care about Brian,’” Howie said.
Onscreen, Justin asked, “Since when?”
“Oh, Justin, score,” AJ said, laughing. “Good for you. Don’t let him get away with that. Chris! Oh, they’re telling it like it is. Lance can’t get away with shit in front of this crowd.”
“They’re losing it,” Howie said.
“Justin’s pissed,” AJ said.
Onscreen, Lance was outraged. “Not notice a difference?! Not notice a fucking difference between Howie and Jacob?!”
“I hope you’d notice a difference,” Kevin said.
“Here comes AJ,” Brian said, as AJ strode onscreen. “Justin’s so passionate. ‘I’m in love with Kevin! You know I’m in love with Kevin! How the fuck could you dare to - - right in front of him - - I could never imagine giving myself to anyone as completely, I could never imagine-’”
“Right in front of him!” AJ said dramatically.
“Justin’s hilarious,” Howie said, laughing.
Lance snapped at Chris.
“Whoa,” Howie said. “That’s not good.”
“My poor pet,” Brian said.
“Lance is on edge every damned second,” AJ said. “I don’t know how he makes it through the day.”
“He’s coming apart,” Brian said.
“He can’t control anything,” Howie said. “Not us or his friends or his own emotions. It’s destroying him.”
Onscreen, Chris looked at Lance and whispered, “I love him.”
Brian smiled. “I love you, too, pet.”
Howie shook his head. “Lance only wishes he had that strength.”
Kevin studied the screen. “He’ll learn.”
Erik slipped down the stairs.
A door slammed.
Jacob’s bedroom door.
Breathing a sigh of
relief, Erik hurried out of the house, unseen.
“Wait, wait, here we go,” AJ said, as Justin stood.
“I don’t know what he thought this would accomplish,” Kevin said, as Justin advanced on him onscreen.
“He’s killing himself to get your attention,” AJ said.
“He should know better than to want it,” Kevin said.
“Chris and I did make love in the kitchen that night,” Brian remembered. “We spilled the flour. It was such a mess. It’s one of our favorite memories.”
“You do realize that holding Justin underwater like that, he could have drowned,” Howie said.
“He was fine,” Kevin said. “He’s still alive.”
“Only for Justin could a near-death experience be a beautiful memory,” AJ said. “Kevin almost killed me, but he said that I looked beautiful while he did it, so yay!” Howie and Brian burst into laughter.
Onscreen, while Justin professed eternal love, Chris said, “The sheets were cream-colored. They were right there on the bed.”
“How can one person be that unclear about reality?” Howie asked.
“He loves me,” Brian said.
“I don’t have Joey nearly that fucked up,” AJ said.
“Joey is extremely fucked up,” Kevin said. “He just won’t admit it.”
“Once he’s forced to confront it, it’ll be a whole new ballgame,” Brian said.
AJ smiled. “That sounds like fun.”
In Joey’s darkened room, rolling over in bed, Nick wondered how long Joey planned to take with Ashley.
He picked up his cell phone and called Brian.
“Nick?” Brian asked.
“What am I missing?” Nick asked. “Good stuff?”
“I love him,” Brian said desperately. “Doesn’t he know that I love him? Does he think that if I have sex with someone else that I don’t love him anymore? I would never love anyone else, I could never stop loving Brian.”
“And he said this in front of how many people who know you’re screwing his best friend?” Nick asked.
“Three,” Brian said.
“Oh, man,” Nick said. “I can’t believe I’m trapped here with Beauty and the Beast. What else did I miss?”
“A lot of classics,” Brian said. “When we’re finished with this, we’re going to watch Dan and AJ.”
“Fucking?” Nick asked, sitting up in bed. “You can’t watch that without me!”
“Nick says we can’t watch it without him,” Brian told the others. “Kevin says get over it, we’re watching it without you,” he reported back.
“Tell Kevin he sucks,” Nick said.
“How’s everything going?” Brian asked. “How’s Ashley?”
“The poor baby got his feelings hurt by his mean friends,” Nick said. He told Brian what Ashley had told him and Joey, and what they’d told Ashley about AJ and Justin. As he was wrapping up, he heard sounds elsewhere in the house. “I’d better go.”
“Okay,” Brian said. “Love you. Have fun.”
“Love you, too,” Nick said. “Bye.” He hung up. Damn, he was missing Dan fucking AJ!
The door opened. In the light spilling in from the hallway, Nick saw Joey back into the room, wrapped in Ashley’s embrace. They were kissing, Ashley moaning, Joey tugging off Ashley’s shirt.
Nick reached over and turned on the lamp.
Ashley jumped, turning startled eyes to him.
“I thought you were asleep,” Joey said.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get your ass to bed,” Nick said. “You have such a cute little ‘I want to be a man’ body,” he said, eyeing Ashley.
“I am a man,” Ashley said.
“Whatever you say,” Nick said. “Sweetness, come on, come to bed.”
“I’m kind of busy here,” Joey said.
“So get busy with me,” Nick said.
“Here, start with this,” Joey said, and scooped up Ashley, dumping him on the bed. Ashley scrambled to sit up, but Nick pushed him back down, climbing over him matter-of-factly and unzipping his jeans. “We were going to be quiet, but since you’re awake…”
“Quiet?” Nick asked, sliding Ashley’s jeans down and off. He grinned at Ashley, who was staring with a glazed look of desire at his naked body. “I didn’t think Angel knew how to be quiet.”
“It was worth a shot,” Joey said, stripping beside the bed.
“Look at that,” Nick told Ashley, cupping his jaw and turning his face towards Joey. “That, that is a man. See? That’s what a man looks like.”
“And what are you?” Joey asked Nick, getting up behind him on the bed, leaning in against his back, hands stroking down his thighs.
“Sexy as all hell,” Nick said, grinning, turning his head to kiss Joey’s mouth. “Now…” He studied Ashley, Joey looking over his shoulder and doing the same. “We have a whole lot of pretty in our bed tonight.” His fingers drifted over the hard arousal trapped in Ashley’s underwear. “We should enjoy it.”
“I get him first,” Joey said.
Nick smiled, meeting Joey’s eyes. “Then I get you first.”
The four of them were quiet as, onscreen, Kevin explained to Chris why it was okay to have sex with him and Trevor.
“God, you’re good,” AJ said.
“He’s so well-trained,” Howie said.
“You make his life easier,” Brian said. “You calm things down for him. You make things clear and structured.”
“He’s very grateful,” Kevin said with a slow smile.
“He’s going to be so devoted to you,” AJ said.
“I know.” Kevin looked pleased.
“Justin won’t like that,” Howie said.
“Justin’s feeling have never mattered,” Kevin said. “I don’t see why they should suddenly matter now.”
Tucked intimately in bed with JC, Erik felt JC breathe against him. He matched the pace with his own breath, evening out to match JC.
“Erik-Michael,” JC
said, close to sleep.
“Yeah?” Erik asked.
“I really miss him.”
“If you miss him,”
Erik said, “then go get him.” He slid his fingers through the hair at JC’s
nape. “It’s never any more complex than that.”
Joey groaned, about to lose his mind. Only extensive training kept his hips locked into fucking rhythm, driving his dick into Ashley’s sweet ass. Ashley was moaning and begging and writhing under him, pulling on his thighs and scratching his arms. Like that wasn’t enough, he had Nick right behind him, cursing and grunting and telling him how hot he was, hands on his back, sometimes gripping his hips, sometimes gripping his shoulders, dick slamming deep and hard inside.
Ashley was pretty and sexy and needy and in love with him. Nick was hot and hung and fucking the hell out of him. Joey could barely keep from exploding between them. Ashley’s ass was a sweet hot sheath pumping him as he rocked in and out. Nick was thrusting in perfect time, giving it to him with even more force than he was giving it to Ashley, pounding him so hard he could barely keep from calling out AJ’s name.
“Joey, Joey,” Ashley said, tugging on Joey’s upper arms to bring him closer, panting, moaning.
“God, Joey,” Nick groaned, slamming into him.
“Fuck me harder, please, Joey harder,” Ashley begged, hot and tight on his dick.
“You feel so good, your ass feels incredible, I could fuck you forever,” Nick grunted, huge and hard and deep inside.
“God, Joey, fuck me.” Joey’s dick throbbed inside Ashley’s perfect heat.
“Unh, Joey, yeah, god, take it.” Nick’s thrusts set off powerful burst after powerful burst of hot pleasure.
“Please, Joey, please.” Thrusting, thrusting…
“So fucking good.” Rocking, rocking…
“Joey, Joey, please…”
Groaning, unable to take it any longer, Joey pulled out, jacking himself off onto Ashley’s stomach with harsh cries of satisfaction. Oh, good freaking god… He couldn’t even breathe…
“Come on, sweetness.” Nick’s dick popped out of him, and he blinked, focusing his gaze. Ashley kissed him hungrily, moaning into his mouth, but Nick tugged him away, rolling him out from between their bodies. “You okay?”
“God.” Joey tensed as a shiver passed through him.
“Take five.” Nick kissed him, then, casually and without hesitation, pushed Ashley’s thighs farther apart and guided his dick into place, nudging against Ashley’s asshole. “Now where is that cute little fuckspot?” he asked as Ashley moaned, tense and needy. “Is that it?” Nick asked, dragging his dickhead over Ashley’s asshole, pushing against it and then rubbing over it again. Moaning louder, Ashley arched, spreading his own thighs, inviting Nick in. “I bet it feels good in there,” Nick mused. “You want me to try it?” Joey was impressed at how naturally Nick had taken over, and admired the way Nick made Ashley ask for it.
“Please, oh, god, please,” Ashley moaned. The red heat in Ashley’s face came all the way up from his chest; he shuddered as Nick’s cockhead teased his hole. “Oh, Nick, please, fuck me, please.” Nick’s hips pushed forward; Ashley shuddered, groaning, suffering as Nick’s dick entered his body. “Oh, god, oh, oh, please, god, fuck me, fuck me,” and Ashley made a very loud sound that started out as a squeal, turned into a howl, and ended up on a scream as Nick’s dick suddenly slammed the whole way in with one sharp thrust.
“Mmm.” Nick smiled blissfully, rocking in and out. “You feel good, Angel.”
“Oh god, oh god, please, please, Nick…” Ashley panted until he was on the verge of hyperventilation, hands clawing up his own thighs and then reaching for Nick. The second his hands met Nick’s body, he arched, moaning, like just touching Nick was getting him off.
Joey remembered that he didn’t like Nick very much.
Hips rocking over long, slow thrusts, Nick licked his thumb, then flicked it over Ashley’s nipple. “You want me to get you off, or Joey?”
“Joey, Joey, please,” Ashley begged, moaning, shuddering.
Joey sat up, surprised. So the bitch was loyal to him, after all. Even with Nick’s dick in him.
Nick grinned. “Can I come on you?”
Panting, Ashley arched beautifully, arms over his head, offering himself. When Nick’s dick left his ass, he groaned, shuddering again, arching even further, thighs spread, his own dick leaking pre-cum.
With a casual twist of his wrist, Nick hosed Ashley down. When the first spurt hit, Ashley groaned, bucking, and he continued to writhe with sinuous abandon until Nick sat back with a satisfied smile.
Slowly, Ashley became still, relaxing onto the mattress.
“You heard him,” Nick said to Joey. “He wants you.”
Ashley shuddered, one hand stealing over his own dick. He curled in on himself, eyes tightly shut, moaning. “God… Joey, please…” His fist pumped desperately. “Oh, god, Joey…”
Nudging Nick further out of his way, Joey moved in, crawling onto Ashley’s tense, trembling body, murmuring reassurances as he stroked Ashley’s fevered flesh and kissed Ashley’s flushed cheeks. Immediately, Ashley’s hands pulled at him, drawing him even closer, as Ashley’s knees tucked in toward either shoulder in immediate submission. Teasing, testing, Joey’s fingers trailed over Ashley’s greedy little asshole. The muscle spasmed as Ashley groaned and begged in urgent need, and Joey decided, in reward for Ashley’s show of loyalty, not to make him wait. Kissing Ashley’s hungry, moaning mouth, Joey pushed three fingers into Ashley’s warm, slick welcome, pressing against his prostate. Howling, bucking against Joey’s hand, Ashley came.
While Ashley’s grateful hands rubbed over Joey’s chest, Joey looked over one shoulder at Nick.
Nick smiled.
Joey fluttered his fingers.
Ashley moaned, overstimulated.
Nick kissed Joey’s mouth. “Nice work.”
Alone on the sofa, AJ watched himself get laid on TV.
Kevin and Howie watched with close, close attention. Brian had left the sofa and crawled closer to the TV, fingers clawing and twisting in the plush carpet.
When Dan left, AJ pushed pause.
“Rewind it,” Kevin said.
Raising an eyebrow, AJ rewound.
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