October 2003



Sexy Boy 4
by coreopsis

pairing: Nick/Lance
rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: totally fiction and on crack. Nick rolled over and instead of ending up on the other side of his bed, he hit the carpeted floor of Lance's living room. He lay on his back and looked up at the sofa he used to be sleeping on in resignation. A quiet snicker came from somewhere above him, so he turned his head and looked around for the source. Justin Timberlake was standing a few feet away with one arm crossed over his chest and his other hand clamped over his mouth. "If you're trying to be quiet, you failed."

Justin removed his hand from his face and said, "Dude, you just...whomp! That was some funny shit."

Nick rolled his eyes and instantly regretted it as a sharp pain threatened to split his head open. He vowed to never, ever let Lance mix the drinks again. Ever. "Where's Lance?"

"I don't know. I was looking for him. Never expected to find you passed out on his couch."

"I was sleeping, not passed out. Big difference."

Justin sniffed and wrinkled his nose, but didn't say anything. Honesty compelled Nick to admit, "OK, so we might have had a little too much to drink last night."

"I've put it off as long as I can, but I gotta ask. What the fuck is going on here? Why is Nick Carter sleeping in Lance Bass's living room?"

Nick just blinked. Obviously, Lance hadn't told Justin about the two of them seeing each other, and he had to have some reason for that. Nick decided, in a rare burst of altruism, to not tell Justin what was going on. Wasn't hard because, half the time, he wasn't sure himself. He and Lance had been seeing each other for a few weeks now--not going out on dates or anything, just getting together at either Nick's place or Lance's or like last night, being chauffeured around the city while they sipped drinks and made out in the back seat of that big-ass SUV that Lance never drove himself.

And altruism be damned, it was fun to keep secrets from nosy...whatever Justin was now. Nick felt kinda dopey calling him a rival now that they were on separate planes of existence--professionally speaking, since of course both did still live on planet Earth. So, he looked up at Justin, smiled innocently and shrugged his shoulders. The carpet scratched softly at his bare back and he realized that he was completely naked. He vaguely remembered his shirt flying out the window somewhere along Mulholland, but his pants...surely he'd kept those on until he got to Lance's house. He sat up slowly, clutching his stomach and hoping like hell he wasn't going to puke. That would not be a good way to start the day, puking on your sort-of-boyfriend's expensive carpet in front of one of his best friends. He swallowed hard and grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa. He nonchalantly laid it across his lap as he asked, "You see my pants around anywhere?"

Justin glanced around the room and then shook his head. "No, and no matter how much you might want to, please do not explain about that leash thing, OK? Some things I really don't need to know about you."

Nick blinked at the leather strap that was dangling from one of his wrists. He rubbed the skin where the leather circled his wrist tightly and remembered Lance tugging on it just hard enough and whispering that next time he'd put a halter on Nick and ride him like a pony. Nick had to close his eyes and think about baseball until his erection subsided and he could look at Justin again without blushing.

"Other than the obvious hangover, you're looking pretty good these days." Justin cleared his throat and shifted from one foot to the other while motioning at Nick's bare chest. "The nipple rings are...uhh...nice...new...kinda sexy."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, but I'm not dead."

Before Nick could respond--and frankly, he had no idea how to react to the flirtatious smile that Justin was giving him, because hello, so not what he expected to wake up to this morning--Lance walked in sporting wet hair and a fluffy white bathrobe. Nick ignored the curious look on Lance's face and fantasized about crawling over and sucking his toes--baseball, baseball, baseball. Fuck. He was hard and naked and sitting on Lance's floor with stupid Justin Timberlake standing over him with his thin t-shirt stretched over sixpack abs and his dancer hips poured into tight, tight jeans and...well, fuck. The least Justin could do was be naked too, but no. Irritating sexy fucker--both of them. He was getting hit with a double dose of NSYNC sex mojo and if a Speedo-wearing Chasez came through the door next, Nick's head was going to explode.

"Hey, Lance? Do you know what happened to my pants?"

Lance stopped eyefucking Justin long enough to give Nick a long look. He smiled widely and said, "I have no idea. You could check in the car."

"Dude." Nick motioned unnecessarily to the wealth of bare skin that he was currently sharing with the world. "Naked here. Some boxers or something might be a good idea."

Justin grinned and said, "Don't get dressed on my account."

"You certainly got over your shock pretty damned quick," Nick couldn't help but point out.

"Oh yeah. Lance? There something you want to tell me?"

"No, not really." Lance grinned back. He walked over to a table in the corner that was out of Nick's line of sight and then came back holding a pair of black boxerbriefs that Nick recognized as his. Lance walked right over and squatted down in front of Nick, held out the shorts, and asked, "Need some help getting them on?"

Nick dragged his eyes away from the gap in Lance's robe and coughed. "No. No, I think I can...handle...it."

"Mmm hmm. You can handle anything." Lance arched one eyebrow and smirked and Nick completely lost his mind. Forgetting that Justin was still there, he released his death grip on the throw pillow and grabbed Lance instead, pulling him down on top of him as he latched onto Lance's mouth. He snaked his hands under Lance's robe and got a good firm grip on his ass, then arched his hips. He was dismayed to find that the pillow was still between them, but he couldn't bring himself to let go of Lance long enough to remove it, so he pulled his mouth free just far enough to whisper, "Pillow."

Lance whispered back, "Justin," and for a second Nick was confused. Did Lance name his throw pillows or was he calling Nick by the wrong name? If it was the first, Lance was officially the weirdest person Nick knew, but if it was the second, Nick was going to get righteously pissed off. He'd still keep fucking Lance, but he'd bitch about it for awhile. But then a slightly hysterical sounding giggle penetrated his lust induced haze and Nick remembered that he and Lance had not been alone.

Nick sighed and let his head fall back on the floor, gasping a curse when another sharp pain shot through his skull. The dull steady ache was bad enough without the added abuse, so he resolved to try to remain still and calm until somebody took pity and either brought him some aspirin or shot him dead. He closed his eyes and felt Lance climb off him and then tuck the underwear into Nick's hand. The next thing he heard was Lance saying, "Come on, J. Let's go out to the kitchen. I think you've traumatized Nick enough for one day."

Nick sighed and hoped that the trauma really was over. Of course, with his luck one of Lance's roommates was sure to come home unexpectedly early or Beth would come over or Lance's parents would show up or...the possibilities for Nick's humiliation were practically endless. Pulling his boxerbriefs on, Nick finally opened his eyes again and climbed to his feet slowly enough that the room didn't spin too awfully much. He felt a flood of relief that he was, in fact, all alone. Well, except for Jackson standing in the doorway to the hall next to a puddle. Nick shook his head at the little dog and said, "Your daddy's not going to like that." He thought Jackson looked a little embarrassed but it was always hard to tell with him.

Nick went upstairs to Lance's bathroom to brush his teeth, take a shower, and take some ibuprofen from the economy size bottle in the medicine cabinet. As he stood under the warm soothing water, he wondered if maybe he could just stay there forever but he knew that eventually Lance would get tired of having to take a shower with Nick every single day. And eventually somebody'd wonder whatever happened to Nick, and maybe he'd end up on that Where Are They Now? show on VH1 only nobody would know where he was because Lance wouldn't exactly say, "Nick Carter? Oh sure, I've seen him. He lives in my shower now." And at that point, Nick realized he might not be entirely sober yet, so he turned off the taps and got out of the shower.

After a half-hearted job of drying off, he pulled his own boxerbriefs back on and wandered into Lance's bedroom. He took the leather strap with him and left it curled up in the middle of Lance's bed before poking through drawers until he found an old t-shirt that was big enough to fit him loosely. The fact that there was a hole directly over his left nipple did not escape his notice. He sighed, running his fingers through his short spiky hair, and realized that he couldn't avoid the two-fifths of NSYNC anymore. Although, he was sorely tempted to crawl under the covers of Lance's bed and do just that.

He went back downstairs and stood silently outside the kitchen door like a good little eavesdropper, and he was rewarded by extraordinarily boring talk about people he didn't know. But his deviousness paid off because just as he started to push the door open, Justin said, apropos of nothing, "As long as Nick makes you happy, then I'm happy for you."

"He does. I can't really explain it, but he does." Nick could almost hear Lance's smile in his voice and he felt a brief pang of guilt for listening, but then figured Lance would do the same so it was okay.

Nick waited another minute for the conversation to turn back to more boring subjects, and then pushed the door open. Lance gave him a knowing look, but didn't call him on it, just motioned him forward for a kiss and afterwards said, "Mmm, minty.

Nick licked his lips and said, "Mmm, coffee." He rubbed Lance's nose with his and said, "Please?"

Lance poured him a cup of coffee and said, "Toast?"

Nick's stomach rumbled unpleasantly at the very thought, so he shook his head and took the cup with a grateful smile. He leaned against the counter and sipped at coffee which probably could have stood up on its own, but he was too stubborn to ask for extra sugar and cream with Justin sitting on a stool grinning at him like some crazy jack o'lantern. So he drank it black and strong and hoped that it didn't make a return appearance anytime soon.

"So...Nick." Nick had made it a policy not to hit people anymore, but he could make an exception for Justin. Except, he couldn't hit him in the face because Lance would probably get all mean and sarcastic about it, and he couldn't touch him anywhere else because he'd get all distracted and forget what he was doing. So, Justin dodged a bullet and never even knew it, and Nick got to feel just a little bit superior for a while, and that was always a good way to start the day.

"So, Justin?" Nick arched a brow and sipped his coffee.

"You and Lance, huh?" Justin was still grinning and Lance rolled his eyes, and Nick just nodded. "Y'all are, like, bridging the great boyband divide."

"I think Howie and Chris already did that back in the day." Nick sidled closer to Lance, hardly even aware that he was doing it. "I'm surprised Chris didn't tell you all about it."

"He did," Justin said quickly, but Nick could tell he was lying. The fact that Lance was shaking his head and mouthing 'no, he didn't' was an excellent clue.

"Then you know that we're not breaking any new ground here." Nick looked at Lance and...oh, he looked so good first thing in the morning. His skin was practically glowing and his eyes were bright as...something really bright. And shiny. Lance was shiny and Nick wanted to lick him so bad that he could almost taste that creamy smooth skin.

"Well, either way, I think it's cool. Y'all make a cute couple, and when Chris hears about this he's going to blow a gasket coming up with new blond jokes." Justin looked at his watch and sighed. "I've gotta get going soon. Got a meeting way across town in less than an hour."

"Well, we wouldn't want you to be late then," Lance said, taking the half-full mug from Justin's hand and slipping a hand under his elbow to urge him to his feet.

Nick waved and stayed right where he was as Lance escorted Justin out of the kitchen and presumably out of the house. He finished his coffee and poked through Lance's cabinets, not looking for anything in particular, just being nosy. They were surprisingly well-stocked so Nick figured one of Lance's roommates must be a good cook or Lance had his housekeeper cook for him or something. There was no way Lance knew what to do with extra virgin olive oil, Nick thought with a snicker.

Ten minutes later, Nick was no longer laughing. He was also not wearing clothes anymore since Lance had walked back into the kitchen and said, "You fucking nipple tease," and stuck his fingers in the hole in Nick's t-shirt and ripped it big enough for Lance to latch onto Nick's nipple ring with his teeth and tug exactly the right amount to make Nick's knees wobble. The rest of the shirt was in the way so off it went and at that point, underwear seemed superfluous as well so they hit the floor and a second later Lance's robe joined them.

And somehow the olive oil had found its way out of the cabinet and into Lance's hand, and after that Nick's ass seemed to be the next logical destination, so that was how Nick found himself bent over the kitchen island with his legs spread wide and Lance thrusting into him. Nick shuddered and pressed his face to the cool black marble countertop as Lance's oil-slippery hand reached around to pump his dick. Lance sliding against him, sliding into him was so hot, so good that Nick had another never-want-it-to-end moment, but then Lance pumped his hand and thrust his dick in perfect rhythm with each other and Nick was lost. Completely gone and coming hard against the pretty woodwork of the island, and he didn't care because holy fuck, he felt good. Afterglow was a perfect remedy for a hangover apparently. He lay there on the countertop while Lance continued to thrust into him, and Nick tightened his inner muscles and arched back and pretty much did everything he could to get Lance off without actually moving the upper part of his body.

Lance came with a little growl, and when he was done he pressed an open mouth kiss to Nick's spine and traced the KAOS tattoo with his tongue until Nick's toes curled against the cool hardwood floor and his dick twitched even though there was no way he was going to get hard again so soon.

While Lance pulled out and disposed of the condom, Nick marveled all over again that there'd been a whole box in one of the kitchen drawers. He figured they must have some really interesting parties in that house, and then he wondered why he'd never been invited to any but then thought maybe they hadn't had any since he and Lance had been seeing each other so he said, "So...has seeing me cut down on your orgy-throwing?"

"What?" Lance laughed a little as he ripped off a few paper towels and handed them to Nick for clean up. "Who's been throwing orgies?"

"Dude, you have condoms in the kitchen." Nick raised an eyebrow at Lance over his shoulder as he cleaned the come off the cabinet. He wiped as much of the oil off him as he could and then gave up with a sigh. "I'm gonna have to take another shower."

"Me too." Lance grinned. "Maybe while we're in there, I'll tell you how the condoms got in the kitchen."

"If you're not too busy." Nick grinned back and smacked Lance's perfect ass. As they gathered up their clothes and walked out of the kitchen, Nick said, "Is it weird and wrong that I'm craving Italian food now?"

"Probably. But you know, it's almost lunch time anyway, so I'm sure something could be arranged."

"It'll have to be on you, since I still don't know where my pants are, and my wallet and keys are in them."

"You should probably be a lot more worried about that."

"I will be. After the shower." Nick paused halfway up the stairs and since he was holding Lance's hand, Lance stopped too and turned around to look at him. Since Lance was a step ahead, Nick had to tilt his head back to kiss him and that was a very odd feeling since he was used to bending down to do any kissing. But it was good too, because Lance wrapped his arms around Nick's neck and kissed him back all wet and open and completely giving. Nick pulled back and started to tell Lance how happy he was, how happy Lance made him, but Lance looked down at him with a soft smile and Nick had to kiss him again. He'd tell Lance later. After he found his motherfucking pants.



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