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Title: And Kevin Makes Three ...Way
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Nick/Kevin/Tommy Lee
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment purposes
Warning: Nothing really.  Threesome action!
Notes: In response to the challenge fic issued on KevNickSlash list. I guess I CAN slash Tommy Lee! LOL. The muses seem to be loving this idea. For David who requested it!
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And Kevin Makes Three...Way
by Jules

It started with the foul language. Okay, so Nick had always had a potty mouth, had since he was thirteen years old and never got any better. But he'd been better at controlling it. Now it was fuck this and fuck that. His language was worse than a trucker's.

Then came the insistence to do what he wanted when he wanted. Usually Nick was more approachable, more reasonable, but now it was like pulling teeth to get him to listen to anything, let alone commit. He'd make plans and then something else would come up, leaving all prior plans useless. His attitude had begun to take over and he'd failed to care.

Finally was the nipple rings. Fucking nipple rings. Nick Carter? The man who swam with a tee shirt on until he was twenty, and was still known to wear a shirt into a pool some of the time. It wasn't that he needed to wear a tee shirt, he just did. Hated showing off his body more than necessary, and he'd gone and got a nipple ring? It was completely out of character to get them, let alone show them on stage as he'd been rumoured to do.

This was not the Nick Carter that Kevin knew and loved. This was some new and improved, well the improved was still yet to be seen, but this was some new Nick Carter that had taken over his Nick's body and mind. Kevin wasn't sure if he liked this new Nick. He wasn't the innocent, beautiful young man that Kevin had fallen in love with all those years ago. Not to say he wasn't still beautiful, he'd be beautiful until the day he died, and even then he'd be leaving a gorgeous corpse behind, but gone was the innocence, the naivety, the sweetness. Now Nick was bitter.

Jaded.

Rough.

It was all earned of course. Nick had been through more than his fair share in his short life and Kevin was surprised that it had taken this long for the change to take place. Most people would have become cold and harsh long before now but the one thing that Kevin had loved most about Nick was his sunny disposition. His refusal to let the industry change him.

Well he was changed now all right. And Kevin knew to whom that change could be attributed to. Tommy Lee.

Nick had confided in Kevin months earlier that he'd wanted to work with the older man for his new CD. It hadn't been a surprise to Kevin since he'd known for years that Nick was a fan of Tommy's. He absolutely loved his work and Nick had always entertained a bit of a idolization of him. But it wasn't anything that Kevin had thought too much about until Nick had called him one day to share the good news. Tommy had agreed to do some work with him on the new CD. Help him lay down a few tracks and give him a hand in making a transition from genre to genre. Kevin wondered if Nick knew the word on the street about the rocker. Judging from the sparkle in Nick's eyes the next time he'd seen him, Kevin figured he knew all too well the rumours. And he was thinking they were true.

Kevin felt his gut twist into a million knots. Jealousy was rearing it's ugly head in Kevin's direction.

They weren't together. Never had been and Kevin feared they never would be. He was bi. Nick was bi. Not news by any means. But despite his ever increasing attraction to Nick, nothing had ever come of it. He'd sat by and watched Nick fuck his way through dozens of men and women, always wondering why not him. Why them and not him. He'd never thought to ask Nick, unsure if he really wanted an answer to his question.

Kevin was continuously intrigued by bits and pieces of information he'd heard about Nick and Tommy's collaboration. Although embarrassed to admit, Kevin did have a screen name for certain message boards, the main one being Live Daily. Usually while having his morning coffee he'd search the Boys' message board to see what was going on in the lives of him and his band mates. It was amazing how the fans usually knew of information before they did. Kevin thought it borderlined frightening sometimes, but didn't let himself think too much about it. Now that they were on hiatus, he found most threads had to do with Nick, which suited him fine. It was amazing how much Tommy was influencing Nick. How much Nick looked up to him and was beginning to mold his life to Tommy's. And if Kevin thought about it, he couldn't say it was a completely bad thing. Tommy had a way of life that said 'fuck you' to everyone that wasn't him. He did what he wanted not caring what the result would be, nor what the
 media would say about him.

On one particular occasion, Kevin actually blushed reading about a dinner that the two men had been seen having. It was at some sushi restaurant and Nick was feeding Tommy with his chop sticks. If it were anyone else, people would have been speculating that the two men were gay or bi, clearly outing themselves because in all honesty, men don't feed each other, especially not sushi and not with chopsticks. But because it was Tommy Lee Nick was feeding, it wasn't even a blip on the radar. It amazed Kevin how self confident Tommy was, and was secretly pleased that it was at least slightly rubbing off on Nick. Nick needed a boost of self confidence, and any assistance in that area was welcome.

But that feeling was fleeting as it occurred to him that Nick was fucking feeding Tommy Lee in some public restaurant. He DID know that Nick was bi. And he DID know that Tommy wasn't too particular in who he fucked, so it meant they were outing themselves in fucking public, but the public was too damn dense to realize it.

Although they were officially on break and the guys didn't often speak to each other, Kevin made it a point to talk to Nick at least once a week. Just to check in on him and make sure everything was okay. Nick continuously complained that he didn't need to be checked up on, but Kevin knew better. He always phoned on Sunday afternoons and one week he'd been caught up with something and hadn't phoned. When he returned home, Kevin found a few nasty messages from Nick wondering 'where the fuck' he'd been and 'why the god damned hell' he hadn't phoned. The grin hadn't left Kevin's face for hours as he'd realized that Nick enjoyed the calls as much as he did.

"So Kev, you gonna fucking come and visit?" Kevin chuckled, rolling his eyes. Fuck had become a permanent fixture in Nick's vocabulary.

"You sure I wouldn't be in the way?"


"Damn it. I'm inviting you aren't I? Get your ass over here as soon as you can."

"Where you going to be?" He'd been contemplating asking Nick if it was okay if he could stop by anyways, wanting to be a part of this album, the way he wasn't with the first. Although Nick had repeatedly told him that it was water under the bridge, Kevin still felt he had to make up for the shabby way he'd treated Nick before. "I guess I could come to visit, seeing I'm such a huge fan of yours."

"Fuck you Kev," Nick chuckled, making Kevin smile. "We've just got a few more things to do, it's only going to take about a day or so and we'll be done. We did most of it in Toronto."

Kevin's heart was pounding, the realization that he was going to go down to LA and visit Nick. To spend time with him and Tommy, probably find out first hand exactly how much collaboration the two men were doing together. He wondered if Tommy would mind his visiting. "Will it be okay? I mean, with Tommy?"

Nick's laugh was loud. "Do you think I fucking care if he has a problem? I'm no one's bitch Kev, if he's got a problem with it, he can fuck off. You're my bro, you're coming down to visit." Nick paused causing Kevin's breath to catch. "Besides, the more the merrier, you know?"

There was something in Nick's voice that caught Kevin's attention and he wanted to say he didn't know. He wanted Nick to explain, but he didn't ask. Instead he only giggled nervously. "I guess."

"Yeah, we'll see what trouble we can get into while you're down here." Nick's voice trailed off and Kevin's cock throbbed.

"When do you want me down?"

"Whenever you can be here bro."

Minutes after they'd hung up, Kevin booked his flight. He'd be in LA by the next afternoon, at Nick's place by dinner time.

The whole flight Kevin was fidgety, wanting the plane to fly faster. He wanted to be there now because every minute he wasn't there, was probably another minute that Nick was with Tommy. It was strange concept for Kevin, jealousy. Usually he couldn't be bothered with it. People were jealous of him, of people with him. He invoked jealousy in people, not felt it. The mere idea of him being jealous about something was usually laughable, but not this time. Kevin was possibly making up for 30 odd years of not feeling jealous, all at once. That thought made him nervous.

"You okay sugar?" Kevin's head turned at the woman sitting beside him. She was in her late forties, blonde and wearing too much make up. She probably would have been attractive if she embraced her age rather than tried to hide it.


"Just a little... edgy." Kevin gave her a polite smile, fighting a frown as she slid closer, putting her hand on his arm which was sitting on the rest between them.

"You need something to take the edge off?"

She wasn't flirting with him as he'd originally thought, she was moving past flirting to outright propositioning. Kevin gave her a wry smile. "You offering?"

"Sure am." Kevin didn't have time to wonder if she knew who he was, she answered it with her next question. "You sing that song right? I Just Wanna Play With You?" Her eyes were twinkling and her lips curling into what she must have thought was a sexy pout. Kevin knew pouts, hell, he'd lived with Nick's perma-pout for ten years, and this woman had nothing on Nick.

"Actually, the song was I Wanna Be With You." Kevin's skin broke out into goose bumps as the woman ran her manicured red nails up and down his arm.

"Okay well.. I liked my version better but still... The bathroom's big enough for two, I checked it out on my last pee break."

Thankfully, in the nick of time the pilot's voice rang through the plane. "We're hitting a few air pockets here ladies and gentlemen. Please buckle your seat belts for your safety. Sorry for any inconvenience."

Kevin put on a fake frown. "Aww, maybe next time huh?" He counted the minutes until they landed so he could get away from this woman. He needed to be where Nick was. Immediately.

Kevin grabbed his bag and hailed a cab, giving the driver the address of the studio. Forty minutes later he was pulling up to the familiar building. Nervously, he walked inside, looking for the room that Nick had told him they'd be working in. He'd decided that during this visit, he was going to tell Nick how he felt about him. He was going to bear his heart and soul, find out what Nick thought about it. If all Nick was interested in was a casual sex relationship, Kevin would take it. If he wanted more, Kevin would be ecstatic. But once and for all he was going to suck it up and confess his feelings. No matter what the consequences.

He knocked on the door, waiting for a response. He could hear noises inside, thus knew someone was there, but no one answered. He waited a few minutes before knocking again. Met with nothing a second time. "Hello?"

Nothing.

Kevin opted to try the handle. The door was unlocked and turned in Kevin's hand. It wasn't until the door opened half way that he heard what was going on inside. There was loud grunts. Pants. Passion filled cries. Echoed with a thumping sound, as if something was banging against the wall. It wasn't until he opened the door entirely that he saw exactly what the noise was coming from. Kevin stopped in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. "Holy fuck," he whispered. He was mesmerized by the sight in front of him.


He got a good view of Tommy Lee's back, hunched over a pair of legs that were thrown over his shoulders. His leather pants were around his thighs leaving his ass bare. The grunting was magnified and Kevin's sense of smell was overwhelmed with an aroma of sex and sweat.

"Did...fucking shit Tom... did you fucking hear that?" Nick's voice was hoarse, words spaced between grunts.

"Hear what? All I can hear is your ass eating my cock Scream for me bitch... I love hearing you scream.."

Kevin's cock was throbbing and his mouth was dry. Although he'd envisioned the two of them together many times, his imagination was nothing compared to being there in the moment, seeing it up close and personal. Hearing the way Tommy was talking to Nick made him angry until he heard Nick's response.

"Then do something to make me scream you fucking pussy. God, Justin Timberlake fucks better than you."

Kevin heard Tommy growl something unintelligible before pushing Nick's legs off his shoulders and forward, opening him up more. "I'll fucking show you bitch.."

As he watched Tommy piston into Nick at an almost brutal pace Kevin felt his legs buckle and he fumbled to find a chair to sit in. The scraping of the chair across the floor caught the two men's attention. They stopped immediately and Kevin watched as Tommy turned his head to look over his shoulder and Nick's head to pop up. Kevin noted that although startled, Tommy didn't pull out, he stayed where he was deep inside of Nick.

"What the fuck?" Nick yelped, relaxing somewhat upon seeing it was Kevin. "Jesus Christ Kevin, why the fuck didn't you knock?"

"I did. Twice. You should really lock the door next time."

Kevin noted that Tommy didn't look at all embarrassed, Nick didn't either for that matter. Instead, the older man gave Kevin a seductive grin. "Well, if it had been locked, you wouldn't have gotten in." Tommy turned back around, once again resuming his thrusting into Nick's body, this time slower and more sensual. "And you wouldn't have gotten to see me fucking your little brother... You'd have never gotten to see what he looks like being fucked.." Kevin was about to speak when Nick cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up Tommy..." Nick's tone was warning.

"Why Carter? You don't want him to know how much you love it when I fuck you, how you cream just thinking about it?"

"Fuck you Lee."

"Oh Nicky," Tommy's tone was teasing, a smile dancing on his lips. Kevin only watched in amazement. "You know I love fucking you as much as you love being fucked. You don't have to be embarrassed..."

"I already know he's bi..." Kevin felt the need to throw that in, to at least help with Nick's case. It was just that he had no idea what Tommy was really saying.

"I know that Kevin, but what you don't know is.."

"Tommy.."

"Nicky..."

Kevin was feeling uncomfortable. His cock was throbbing and he'd already begun to stroke himself through his jeans. He just didn't understand what Tommy was getting at. "What's going on Nick?"

"Well Kevin... what Nicky doesn't want you to know is how much he'd like this to be you."

"What?" Kevin was shocked, his erection long forgotten.

"Yeah, you see me fucking him? You see my cock inside his ass?" When Kevin didn't respond, Tommy crooked his finger at him. "Come here Richardson... come and see what I'm doing."

Kevin looked at Nick who was avoiding his gaze. The blonde's hands were holding onto the table's edge, knuckles white, his eyes focused on a spot on the wall. He was biting his lip and his body was trembling with each thrust Tommy made. On unsteady legs, Kevin approached the two men, his pulse racing. When he was close enough, Kevin felt Tommy bring him closer so that they were touching. Before Kevin could react, the older man was kissing him thoroughly, squeezing his erection roughly. Kevin let out a whimper and pulled away.

"Look at it Kev.. isn't this beautiful?" Tommy's voice was soft, his breath feathering on Kevin's neck. Kevin looked down between the two men gasping at what he saw. It was mesmerizing, beautiful, orgasmic. Looking at Nick's face, he was surprised to see the younger man watching him, a cross between embarrassed and further aroused. "And every time I hit his spot, every time I push into him, he wishes it were you. Isn't that right Nicky?"

Kevin's jaw dropped and Nick's eyes confirmed everything Tommy was saying. Kevin's hands were trembling. "Really?"

"Y..yes." Nick's voice cracked, his eyes shutting. This was his moment of truth, and Kevin wasn't going to let it go to waste. He couldn't stop himself from leaning down to cover Nick's mouth with his own. The move surprised the younger man and Kevin felt him gasp into the kiss. He took that opportunity to slide his tongue into Nicks' mouth, deepening the kiss. Kevin's hands trailed down Nick's chest, taking a few moments to flick at the nipple rings. Nick let out a strangled moan and Kevin pulled back. It was then that he saw new ink on Nick's chest. He leaned down to lick at the new tattoo, kissing Nick's chest playfully.

"I wish it were me too."

All it took were those six words to stop everything. Tommy pulled out of Nick, his cock springing free with a resounding 'popping' noise. Nick let out a cry of frustration. "The fuck? I haven't cum yet!"

"You want him fucking you, he wants to fuck you. Just fucking get to it already." Kevin watched as Tommy peeled the used condom from his cock, dropping it in a trash can. His eyes were focused on the massive organ, nearly salivating at it's sheer beauty and size. Tommy saw Kevin staring and chuckled. "Like what you see?"

Kevin nodded, shifting the bulge in his pants. He'd thought he was big, but he was nothing compared to this man. All Kevin could think about was having that inside him, fucking him mercilessly. Tommy was by his side in an instant, undoing Kevin's jeans. "Maybe later Kev. I'll fuck you while blondie watches. Or I'll fuck you while you're fucking him."

"But ..." Nick whimpered, shifting uncomfortably on the table. Tommy pulled Kevin's pants down and began jacking him to full hardness. Kevin watched as a condom was rolled down on his erection. "What about you..."

"Well, I'm going to sit on that couch. You're going to come over and get on your knees and suck me while Kevin fucks you. So that way we all cum. I always did love a good blow job in the studio, especially by someone who's getting fucked at the same time."

Kevin's cock twitched in Tommy's hand and he licked his lips, eyeing Nick. Nick rolled from the table, following the two men to the couch. Before he dropped to his knees, Kevin stopped him.

"Is that true? You.. want me?"

"Have for a long time.."

"But he's been too much of a pussy to tell you. Thought you didn't want him..


"I can fucking tell him myself thank you very much. If you don't shut up I'll fucking bite it off when I suck it," Nick threatened menacingly.

Tommy only laughed. "Bitch please, you can barely get half of it down your throat. I'm not worried. And if you could tell him yourself you'd have done it by now. He fucking wants you. Has for what, six years now? Too much of a bitch to admit it though. So here you are..."

"God Nick.. never thought you would..."

"Huh?"

"I came here this weekend to tell you the same thing, I want you too."

Nick and Kevin stood staring at each other, moving in towards one another slowly. Their mouths met in a gentle kiss that turned bruising and passionate. Tommy's voice interrupted the moment. "Are we done with our fucking Dawson's Creek moment here? You want him, he wants you. Now get on your knees and suck me. And you get on your knees and fuck him. I haven't got all night."

Kevin chuckled softly, kissing Nick one last time before dropping to his knees. He quickly took Nick's engorged erection into his mouth, sucking at the tip. As Nick's knees wobbled, Kevin pulled off and tugged him down. "Just wanted a taste."

"You can taste him later all you want," Tommy pulled Nick's face towards him, kissing him deeply. Kevin could hear them whispering, only catching a few choice phrases.

"...don't be pissed..."

"...wanted to do it myself..."

"..you'd have punked out again..."

"..fuck you..."

"...because I care.."

"..I know... thank you..."

"...show me...suck me dry baby.."

Nick nipped at Tommy's lips one last time before lowering his mouth down to his erection, working on taking it all into his mouth. Kevin watched, feeling a jolt of electricity flow right down to his cock. "Do it Kev... just fuck him.. he's ready for you..."

Nick moaned around Tommy's erection, wiggling his ass in the air. Kevin nodded, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest. He spread Nick's cheeks tenderly, placing his erection at Nick's entrance. Holding his breath, Kevin pushed in with one long stroke.

"Fuuck yeah.." Nick moaned, pulling off of Tommy for a moment. He had to collect himself, unable to concentrate on any one thing. Kevin began to thrust into Nick's body, developing a rhythm that was pleasurable to both of them. Once Nick had caught onto Kevin's pace, he brought his mouth back down to Tommy's lap, taking his thick erection down into his throat one more time.

Nick's mouth worked up and down Tommy's shaft. Tommy's hands were tangled in his hair, pulling firmly. Kevin's forehead was resting between Nick's shoulder blades as his hands were holding his hips in an almost bruising grip. The only sound in the room was that of moans, grunts and loud whimpers of sexual pleasure. Tommy's eyes moved from Nick's face to Kevin's, his hips thrusting up of their own accord. Nick was trying to focus on not biting down on Tommy's cock each time Kevin slammed into his prostate and Kevin was fighting against cumming with each stroke, the tight heat of Nick's ass too much.

Kevin raised his head, finding himself staring deep into Tommy's eyes. The raw, unadulterated desire he found there was unexpected and Kevin felt his resolve slip. He let out one final scream and came, slamming into Nick forcefully. He felt the blonde twitch and begin to shake, reaching his own orgasm in the meantime. He'd hit Nick's prostate directly and he'd screamed around Tommy's shaft. As his scream sounded, Nick's throat opened up and Tommy took the opportunity to thrust in deeper, forcing Nick to deep throat him. As Nick's throat closed in around the head of Tommy's shaft, the older man let his orgasm ride over him.

Kevin felt his cock go limp and pulled out of Nick with a soft sigh of disappointment. With trembling hands, he removed the now full condom and tied it before dispensing it in the same basket that Tommy had used earlier. He heard Nick cough and turned to where the blonde had thrown himself on the couch, chest and stomach covered with cum.

"Fucker," he croaked out, punching Tommy on the shoulder roughly. "What was that?"

Kevin watched as Tommy laughed and grabbed Nick by the back of the head. He pulled the blonde in and took him in a kiss that was much more gentle than Kevin would have expected. He watched as their tongues went from Nick's mouth to Tommy's and back again. When they broke the kiss Tommy exhaled and stood. He pulled his pants back up around his hips and fastened them.

"Throw him his clothes."

Kevin nodded, tossing Nick his tee shirt and shorts. He could barely look Nick in the eye. It only took a few strides for Tommy to be directly in front of Kevin, their faces almost touching. Tommy's mouth was on his and before he could return the kiss, it was over. Tommy pulled away and winked. "My work is done here."

Kevin wasn't sure what that meant and he looked over at Nick who was still lounging on the couch, only this time he was dressed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We're done. We finished recording everything about twenty minutes before you came in and joined us. I'm done." The twinkle in his eye told Kevin a different story. The older man turned to Nick and grinned. "Carter, I'll see you around."

"Thanks again bro. I owe you one."

"It's more like a million. But I'll take a copy of this album when it's done. For free, I ain't payin for shit. And it fucking better be signed."

"Yeah, I'll sign it with my cock in cum."

"Fuckin right you will."

Kevin watched them exchange a look he couldn't quite make out. And then Tommy left the studio, leaving Kevin and Nick alone.

"So..." Kevin's stomach was in his throat, his pulse racing. "That was..."

"I didn't want you to find out this way." Nick looked almost remorseful.

"Do you regret what happened?"

"No.. it's just..."

"Would you have told me on your own?"

Nick blushed and shook his head. "I don't think so. I would have tried, and then chickened out. Again."

"Well then it's a fucking good thing it happened, because I wouldn't have been able to tell you either. I would have done the same thing. And shit, he's pure sex. That was fucking hot."

Nick's grin illuminated the room. "I know. Fuck man. Sex on two legs."

"You both are." Kevin nodded at the way Nick was looking at him. "Yeah."

Nick gave the pillow beside him a little pat, indicating that he wanted Kevin to join him on the couch. When he sat down Nicks arms were around his waist instantly, his head on his chest. "I'm glad you came down Kev..."

"Me too Nick."

"How long you gonna stay?" That was the million dollar question. He'd bought a one way ticket, not sure when he was planning on leaving. If he had told Nick how he felt and he didn't feel the same way, Kevin was going to leave. If he did and Nick felt the same, he was going to stay. If he chickened out, well that was going to be dealt with later. But thankfully it had worked out for the best.

"I don't know. Wasn't sure how long I was invited."

"Forever?"

Kevin shivered, tightening his hold on Nick. "Sounds good to me." Kevin felt Nick relax against him. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Kevin heard Nick moan softly. "What's up?"

"Just thinking..."

"About?"

"How hot it would be to see Tommy fuck you."

"Oh yeah?"

Nick nodded.

"You know what I think would be even hotter than that?" Kevin leaned in and licked the shell of Nick's ear, making him tremble.

"W..what?"

"You fucking me."

Nick's answer came in the form of a moan. Kevin found himself on his back and figured Nick was in agreement. Kevin made a mental note to thank Tommy Lee for everything he'd done. Nick had been right the whole time, the man was a fucking genius.

Finis

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