October 2002



Three Dollar Bill
by coreopsis
Pairing: Lance/Nick
Rating: NC-17



Lance loved parties. He loved industry parties the best. Loved the drinking and the socializing (schmoozing, he hears Chris whisper in his head) and the lies flying fast and furious through the air around him. Everybody sparkled, everybody shined, and everybody was beautiful, at least until last call.

He smiled bright and empty at yet another upcoming pop princess and only half listened to her babbling compliments. He kept one eye trained just over her shoulder so that he'd know it the minute something better came along.

And when it did, he gently maneuvered away from the princess and into the path of the man working his way through the crowd. "Hey, Nick."

"Lance." Nick nodded and licked his lips. "'sup?"

"Nothing much," answered Lance with an arched brow and a sardonic smile. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah, sure. It's--" Nick broke off when the crowd around them shifted and pushed Lance up against him. He looked down at Lance, his eyes widening in surprise then narrowing thoughtfully. He pushed back with the lower half of his body, but Lance stood firm.

Very firm, it turned out. Lance saw the moment Nick noticed and felt his almost immediate response. Now it was time for Nick to arch a brow and flash a smile that was neither friendly or amused, but was toothy and sharp. Lance couldn't help remembering that shark tattoo that he'd seen on Nick's arm a couple times.

"You staying in this hotel?" asked Nick, stepping away slightly as more room became available.

"As a matter of fact, we are. I was just thinking of heading upstairs," Lance lied smoothly. The party had suddenly become boring. Nick might not be.

"Yeah? I think I'm done here too." Nick looked over Lance's shoulder and shook his head slightly, his eyes communicating all kids of interesting things to whomever he was looking at. Lance resisted the urge to find out who it was. He turned back to Lance and said, "Give me your number and I'll meet you up there."

"Feeling sure of yourself?" Lance laughed as if Nick had just told him an amusing anecdote.

Nick leaned into Lance, his chest pressing against Lance's arms and shoulder as he whispered, "Feeling sure that you're already hard for me, so why play?"

"It's fun to play. I'm surprised you don't know that by now."

"I know, but some games are better than others." Nick winked and Lance wanted to strip him naked and fuck him stupid right there in front of six hundred people. "Your room number?"

Lance barely held back a shiver and swallowed down the last of his drink. "1232. I'm going up right now. Wait ten minutes or so before you leave."

"Like I don't know how it works," Nick muttered as he turned and walked away. Lance watched him make his way over to Kevin and Howie before turning and heading toward the nearest door.

Up in his suite eight minutes later, Lance was pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey when he heard a knock at the door. He left the drink on the bar as he went to open the door.

Nick stepped inside, crowded Lance against the wall, and kissed him, fast and deep. Lance wrapped his hands around the back of Nick's head and pushed his tongue into Nick's mouth. He thrust one thigh in between Nick's legs and rubbed, slightly harder than necessary but Nick didn't protest. He ground against Lance while whimpering in the back of his throat.

Lance tugged at Nick's hair until Nick let go of his mouth, then said, "Well, hello to you too, speedy."

"Yeah, hey, how are you, long time no see--" the words poured out of Nick's mouth breathless and staccato, his eyes almost all pupil "--can we fuck now?"

Lance grinned and thoughts of sharks swam around his mind again. He pushed Nick back a step, then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.

Lance paused to close and lock the bedroom door, then turned to look at Nick who stood by the queen size bed with his hands on the waistband of his jeans. The golden light from the bedside lamps was flattering to Nick's coloring and Lance almost smiled, knowing it would make him look good too.

"You got stuff?" asked Nick, casting a glance at a small leather bag standing open on the dresser.

"Of course," replied Lance. He reached into the bag and took out a stack of CDs that he set on the dresser, then kept digging around until he found a strip of condoms and a tube of lube, which he tossed onto the bed.

But Nick ignored everything, but the CDs. "Is that the new Alan Jackson?"

"Yes, it is," said Lance stiffly. He couldn't help getting a little defensive about his music when he got ragged on for it so much.

"Cool. I like him."

"You do not."

"I do too!"

Lance opened his mouth to ask him to prove it and then realized this was a dumb thing to be arguing over. He unbuttoned his shirt as he toed off his loafers. As he continued to undress, he said, "You know, I wanted to do this back in Germany. When I was on your team for that charity basketball game."

"Man, did you suck." Nick pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto a chair. "Do you still?"

"Yes, just not at basketball." Lance smirked as Nick laughed and sat down to pull off his boots and socks.

"So why didn't you say something then?"

Nick stood to shimmy out of his jeans and Lance's mouth went dry. He had to run his tongue over his teeth before he could answer. "You only had eyes for Justin."

"Like you didn't," Nick snorted, tossing his jeans on top of his shirt. "I'd have done you anyway, if you'd only asked. I woulda been too shy to make the first move."

"Yeah, you look shy." Lance stared pointedly at the dark blue boxers Nick still wore.

Nick reached out and grabbed Lance by the arm and tugged him closer so he could run his hands down Lance's torso. He bent his head to sink his teeth into Lance's neck. "You turned out pretty fuckin' hot, Bass."

"Likewise, I'm sure." Lance shuddered and curled his fingers in the waistband of Nick's shorts and started working them down, taking care not to get distracted by the impressive erection that was tenting the front of them.

"You don't know?" Nick's incredulous laugh was cut off by a gasp as Lance finally shoved the boxers out of the way and wrapped his fingers around Nick's cock. He slowly explored the length of flesh, teasing and testing until Nick's knees shook. "Mmm...you've got...nice hands."

"So I've been told." Lance pushed Nick back onto the bed, his breath catching in his throat as Nick pulled him down and flipped him over. Nick grinned down at Lance, who couldn't help but notice how perfect his teeth were, white and straight and very sharp looking. "If you don't bite me again, really soon, I'm going to do something drastic."

Nick lowered his mouth to Lance's neck and pressed a line of tiny damp kisses from just below his ear to the pulsepoint at the base of his throat, where he sank his teeth in gently and started to suck. Lance groaned as the sensation went straight from his neck to his painfully hard cock and arched his hips against Nick's. He had to get inside this man now. Any more foreplay and the whole thing would be over in a flash. Not too good for his reputation.

Pushing against Nick's broad shoulders, Lance managed to flip them over again. He settled in between Nick's legs and reached for a condom. Whne he started to roll it on himself, Nick sat up quickly, nearly knocking Lance off the side of the bed. "What the fuck, Nick?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Nick stared at the condom in Lance's hand then back up at Lance's eyes. "You're putting that on the wrong dick."

Lance blinked, trying to catch up since he had so little bloodflow to his brain at the moment. "I only have the one."

Nick sighed. "Yeah, and so do I. And that's where the condom should go."

"No, I top."

"So do I."

Lance looked at the intractable set of Nick's pretty red mouth and thought for a moment. "Let me fuck you and I'll suck you off."

"Sounds lovely. No." Nick ran one hand down the length of his thigh and back again before finally taking his cock in hand. Lance stared as it grew even bigger in Nick's grip--apprently the rumor mill had gotten one thing right about Nick. It was a tantalizing thought, having that inside him, but really not his favorite thing to do in bed.

"Okay, fine. We'll flip for it." Lance reached over onto the bedside table where he'd left his pocket change while dressing for the party earlier. He picked out a quarter and held it up so that Nick could see it. "Heads I fuck you. Tails you fuck me."

Nick blinked, raked a hand through his hair, and then blinked again. "This ain't the be-all, end-all of sex, you know. We could just do something else."

Detecting weakness, Lance smirked. "Afraid you'll lose?"

Nick merely glared at him and said, "Flip the damn coin."

Lance flipped the coin, knowing it was incredibly wrong to *pray* for it to come up heads, but he did wish really hard. He snatched it out of mid-air and slapped it on the back of his left hand. He lifted his right hand and looked.

"Tails," laughed Nick. "How appropriate. Your choice, how do you wanna do it? On your back, stomach, side, standing up, what?"

Lance shrugged, still a little stunned at the outcome. "I never developed a preference from this side."

Nick's whole face softened as he smiled sweetly. He lunged forward and caught Lance up in a bear hug, murmuring into his ear, "It'll be all right. I'll be gentle."

"Maybe I don't want you to be," Lance whispered, feeling uncertain for the first time. He tightened his arms around Nick and lay back against the pillows.

Nick nuzzled Lance's neck and sprinkled kisses over his shoulder for a moment, petting his chest and belly with tender hands before reaching for a fresh condom since the previous one had gotten lost in the shuffle. Lance watched as he rolled it on and then flipped open the lube. "Umm...on second thought, gentle might not be so bad."

Nick nodded and spread Lance's thighs wider before kneeling in between. Lance focused on Nick's face as he took his time preparing both of them. Nick had changed at least as much as he had since Germany. They'd both grown up, of course, but where Lance had gotten harder, his features giving a vague impression of sharpness, Nick seemed to have gotten softer, yet more masculine looking. No one in their right mind would ever compare him to a girl these days. No girl had hands that big, Lance thought with a flinch as Nick worked a couple fingers inside him.

"You okay?" Nick still his fingers and asked the question as if it was expected, not as if he was actually worried. But his sharp gaze never left Lance's face until Lance nodded.

"Yeah, keep going. I'm ready." Lance spread his legs even wider and planted his feet flat on the bed.

"You sure?" Nick asked, then leaned down and licked Lance's cock from root to tip, sucking the head into his hot-wet-slick-*hot* mouth before Lance could answer. He made a sound between a groan and a gurgle and Nick slid his lips free and laughed low in his throat as he wiped his hand on the bedspread. "I'll take that as a yes, then."

"Yeah, yeah, just do it already," said Lance, a little too urgently as his balls tightened and his stomach clenched. He snapped his mouth shut and breathed deeply through his nose. He closed his eyes and concentrated on staying relaxed, but he tensed up as soon as Nick started to push inside. Nick stopped, murmurmed something that Lance couldn't understand, then started stroking Lance's face and throat with his fingertips.

After Lance started to breath a little more normally, Nick moved his hands down to his chest and leaned forward to press a soft, slow kiss to Lance's open mouth. Then he pulled back and said, "Better?"

Lance nodded and tightened his grip on Nick's hips, pulling him closer, almost forcing him to push inside this time. Nick kept the pace slow, giving Lance time to adjust to the very tight fit, even though Lance cursed him and told him to go faster. And then he was inside, and moving. Oh yes, he was moving.

Lance rocked his hips up to meet each inward stroke, harder and faster and higher until his ass was completely off the bed and Nick was on all fours above him, thrusting and laughing under his ragged breath. Lance blinked drops of sweat off his eyelashes, unsure if it was his or Nick's, and arched even higher until only his feet and shoulders remained on the bed.

"Mmmmm...nice. And here I thought JC was the bendy one," Nick said breathlessly, and then his hips stilled and his body went rigid. His eyes closed and his mouth went slack as he came.

Lance settled back on the bed before Nick collapsed on top of him, and then poked Nick on the shoulder. "Don't you dare pass out."

Nick raised his head and kissed Lance on the cheek. Then he pulled out, tied off the condom, and dropped it onto the floor before moving back on top of Lance. He licked at Lance's mouth and wrapped a hand around Lance's aching cock. He smeared the dribble of pre-come around a little before starting to jack him skillfully to completion.

Lance closed his eyes again and slid his tongue against Nick's as pleasure streaked through him, and then he came in an intense rush that was over much too quickly. He lay there gasping, feeling sticky, damp and overheated all over, trying to decide if he wanted to take a shower or wait for another round. Inertia was winning the argument so far, and then Nick chased all thought of getting out of bed out of his mind by kissing his way down Lance's chest, pausing to bite each nipple a few times.

Lance opened his eyes and watched Nick move lower, sweat-darkened strands of hair hanging down in his eyes as his pink tongue flashed between shiny red lips, licking the traces of come off Lance's belly. As replete and exhausted as he was, Lance's cock twitched a little.

Nick must have noticed because he looked up at Lance and grinned. "Maybe next time I'll just hold you down and lick you all over."

Lance whimpered at the thought, but then the implication caught up with him. "Wait a minute. Next time? What makes you think there'll be a next time?"

Nick shrugged and stretched out on the bed other side of the bed, laying one arm across his belly and curling the other behind his head. "Why not?"

"Well." Lance sat plumped a pillow up under his head and thought about it. "This was fun, but it might have been a big mistake. We can't let this get out."

"Right, because the entire world would faint from shock. Newsflash, Lance, your closet door is made of glass, and I'm a Backstreet Boy. Among countless other things, the spread in *XY* kinda sealed a lot of people's opinions of us. I've hit on women who actually expressed surprise that I was interested, and not in a--" his voice rose impossibly higher as he imitated an overexcited girl "--'oh my God, you're *THE Nick Carter* and you want to sleep with little ol' me!' kind of way either."

"Well, no wonder!" Lance couldn't help but point out. "Does Howie have some sort of bizarre medical condition that requires him to share your body heat? You're always draped over him like a blanket."

"Jealous?" Nick laughed.

"No." Lance got plenty of affection from his own bandmates, thank you very much. "It just looks so...gay."

Nick laughed again, clearly not taking offense, and Lance wasn't sure if he was glad or not. Maybe he wanted Nick to get pissed off so there would be no question of next time. "At least they don't compare me to famous *lesbians*, Ellen."

"What?" Lance stared at Nick, surprised and a little angry. Oh yeah, no next time for him. Bitch. "Shut up! Nobody does that."

"You have a computer. Use it." Nick shook his head. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. Besides, don't you think it's stupid that we're lying on the bed naked and talking about who looks gayer in public? I think it might be a little more important to decide how gay we are right now and what we're gonna do about it." Nick's hand had slid down his belly as he talked and now was stroking himself to erection.

Lance licked his lips. "Well, I'm feeling pretty damn gay. How about you?"

"Queer as three dollar bill," said Nick, moving his free hand over to Lance's rapidly hardening cock.

"Hmm...yeah, maybe there'll be a next time after all."

Nick stopped what he was doing and turned over onto his side, so he could press his mouth to Lance's shoulder. "No time like the present. I better get to licking."

Lance's last rational thought was to be fervently thankful that he'd gone to that party tonight.

End

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