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Title: Deciding Between Two Favourable Choices
Author: Jules
Pairing: Nick/Kevin/Justin
Part: 1/1
Rating:  NC17
Series: 1 of the One Way Or Another Series
Disclaimer: Not at all true. I'm known to make stuff up, and this is one of those times.
Warning: Crossover warning
Notes: I started it with TimberNick in mind. Then I got to a pivotal point and Kevin's face popped into my mind and museKevvy took over. Then as I got further, museNicky demanded attention and, well museJuju is a bit of a whore so he wanted them both.

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Extremes.

For some reason lately, it seemed as though he could only feel things in extremes. There was no in between, no middle ground. Either he felt too much, or nothing, both causing him irreparable damage, at least it would in the long run. He was still young, and for now his body could still handle it. Take last week for example, he'd been more tired than he could ever remember being. Even during the Ain't No Stopping Us Now tour when Lou had them working nine days a week, no day off in sight. Even during the No Strings Attached tour when they weren't working as much, but it was harder and more intense because they not only had to prove something to management and the fans, but themselves. And not even when he was doing the Justified/Stripped tour, playing the dual role of most amazing boyfriend in the world and pop icon was he this tired, but for some reason it was all catching up with him and everything hit him at once.

Until he woke up this week to feel more energized than he had in years. More energized than he had during the Ain't No Stopping Us Now tour when he was just so excited to be in a real group, let alone performing for hundreds of fans each night. Not even during the No Strings Attached tour when the weight of the world had been lifted off of their shoulders and they realized they were on their own, doing it under their own terms. And not even when he'd started the Justified/Stripped tour when he could look out into the crowd and see people singing his songs, hearing his lyrics coming from their lips. There was no need for this sudden burst of energy, but there he was, raring to go with nowhere to be.

He's in Europe, performing without Christina right now. She'd had the option of touring with him on this leg, but she'd politely declined saying she needed a break. Time to be herself and regroup for the follow up to Stripped. She knew it had to be good, so she was going to have to center herself and see what music she had inside her now. So he'd been headlining solo for the past few weeks, getting a different glimpse of Europe than the one he'd had so many years ago. It wasn't the same, but it wasn't all that different. He was watching out of his tour bus window with older eyes, a more mature outlook on life and couldn't help but reminis about days gone by. He could still hear Chris cackling about some prank they'd played on Lance, or the sounds of Joey jerking off in his bunk, not quietly either because as the Italian had said from the beginning, they all knew he was doing it so why should he try to hide it. And JC curled up in the corner, listening to his disc man trying to
 capture the exact note he could hear in his mind.

Now he was doing it alone, not able to lie and say at least some part of him didn't wish that they were there with him. It felt weird to be playing in the same cities, seeing the same sights he had so many years before but not having his brothers with him. But times had changed and so had they, maybe one day they'd be doing the same circuit they had before. Chris had mentioned something when they'd discussed a reunion, saying that they should book the concert halls and arenas they'd played when they were first setting out. Everyone had agreed it was a good idea and Justin hoped that they'd get to do that one day. Bring it back to their roots.


It's unusually cold and Justin can't help but pick up his pace. He can hear the heavy footfalls of his security both in front and behind him, unsure as to why he needs two men covering him. In the US he can understand it, but in London the fans are more relaxed and calm. He's almost never had a problem here and feels unusually annoyed at having two baby-sitters rather than one. Trying not to get too upset about it, Justin attributes the increased annoyance to this mood he's been in lately. Things that normally don't bother him are sending him up the walls and he can currently feel his skin itching. He knows that as soon as they get to where they're going, he's going to do his best to ditch them. He won't be successful, but his team knows that if he's desperate enough to try, he just needs time alone and they tend to stand back a bit further to give him the space he needs. Sometimes he just wants to be alone, or as alone as he can and despite the fact that they're going to be
 somewhere where it's most likely going to be packed. He just wants to be alone.

There are goose bumps on his skin by the time they get to where they're going and Justin feels his teeth chattering. A heavier sweater would have probably been wise, or at least them taking a car rather than walking the six blocks, but he only would have had to ditch the sweater when they got there, and he didn't feel like showing up in some fancy car so he figured the cold winter air would be good for him, help clear his head which had been swimming lately. Not that there was anything noteworthy going on in his mind, just bullshit that he can't seem to get away from and nothing he can talk about with anyone close to him. Too many questions he doesn't have answers for, too many questions he's not even sure he wants the answers to.

"J, we've got clearance to go in the back way. Leads right up to the VIP," Quincy his main bodyguard puts a light hand on his shoulder and leads him down a side street. In a move that's pure reflex, Justin shrugs off the hand and nods. Their eyes meet.

"Sorry man, just..."

"Not a problem boss."

Justin narrows his eyes and growls at the large man. "Don't fucking call me boss. You know I hate that shit."

Q simply chuckles and pinches Justin's cheeks playfully. "I know you do sport."

The only thing Justin hates more than when Q calls him boss is when he calls him sport, and the only time the man does it is when Justin's being pissy for no reason so he takes a deep breath and wills himself to relax. "Fucker," he mutters under his breath.

"Bitch," Q mutters back, winking when Justin meets his eyes. It's more than a professional relationship between the two of them, they've got a deeper feeling of love and trust almost that of a father and son. Q's been with the group since the very beginning, having been assigned to Justin the minute NSYNC had warranted separate bodyguards for each of them. He's seen Justin at his best and worst, and pretty much everything in between. Neither are embarrassed anymore by anything and Justin knows that the large man would do pretty much anything for him. Needless to say, Justin can't help but crack a smile and shake his head as he's given access to the private entrance to the club.

Extremes.

He goes from the cold January air to the sweltering heat of the club, his body shivering on contact. Justin's not sure if the club is actually as hot as it feels, or is hotter just because he's coming in from the brisk air from outside. Almost instantly a layer of sweat.. or just condensation, appears on his skin and he wipes his face, taking a deep cleansing breath. He feels the extreme and needs a moment to adjust, quickly trying to remember why he's here and what his plan is.

The temperature is not the only extreme Justin feels. There is also the volume he needs to get used to. The streets, although not deserted and completely quiet, were nothing in compare to the loud, heavy pound of the bass that was currently vibrating through his body. He vaguely recognizes the song the DJ is currently spinning but feels it through his body to his soul. He didn't feel like being 'on' tonight, so he only dressed in a long sleeved tee under his leather coat, which has since been escorted away into a special VIP coat room. He's got his baggy jeans on and boots, nothing flashy, nothing fancy. He wants to blend in tonight, and if he can help it, not have anyone know that he is Justin Timberlake. To complete the disguise, he's wearing a ball cap. No glasses, no wig, nothing that would signal him out rather than keep him disguised. Justin has always found it funny that people go out of their way to cover who they are, but in turn the costumes are always so over the top, it
 only garners more attention. So the best way to blend in is just to be himself.

No one ever expects Justin to be himself.

"Got money?" Q asks.

"Yes dad."

"Punk." It's said with love and affection and Justin only winks at him as he slips through the door to the inside of the club. Q and Steve will lay back, watch from afar. One will probably be upstairs so he can look down on the club, the other will be on the same floor as him, usually ten to twenty feet away. They've got earpieces that no one would ever see and if there is trouble, they're usually on him in less than two seconds. It's the price he has to pay for being who he is. Sometimes at night Justin thinks about his life in twenty years, and wonders if it will be weird to him after it's all over. When there is no need for security 24/7, no bodyguards. It's just second nature to have at least two big black men trailing him and he wonders what it will be like to know that when he's alone, he's alone. Totally. Unequivocally. Alone.

A drink would take the edge off. The energy he'd had earlier, the extremely good mood has made way for something else, another extremity. If action wasn't taken soon, Justin knew he'd be falling into another mood, a darker, angrier mood or even one of retrospect and his eventual game of 'what if'. The thing about Justin was this, he didn't do things half way. He was an all or nothing, go big or go home type of guy, which in most instances wasn't a negative thing. There was just the times that he was in his self destructive phases where it wasn't the smartest thing to overanalyze things.

Ten minutes later he'd downed two shots of something strong, wasn't exactly sure what it was and now he had a drink in his hand. From his spot at the end of the bar, he could spot Q upstairs, engaging in a conversation with a pretty hot blonde girl. Justin chuckled at his bodyguard. The girl had no idea that while talking to her, he still had one eye on Justin, it was a talent that not many people possessed. Q could be talking to you while watching his subject, all without you realizing that he wasn't paying 100% attention to you the whole time. And if Justin quizzed him on what they'd been talking about, Q would have complete recollection of the conversation he'd been participating in. The man was a master at his job. Steve was at the other end of the bar, sitting and nursing a coke. Surveying the room while keeping one eye on Justin. He shook off the feeling of being watched and finished checking the place out. He'd never been to this club, but when he'd been talking to JC the week
 before, he'd mentioned that when he was in town, he should check it out. Justin had been curious as to how JC knew about this place, but the older man had simply said he'd heard it was good from a few friends. He didn't offer more and Justin hadn't asked.

JC's friend had been right. The music was pretty good, a fine selection of men and women dancing, drinking and hanging around, not too crowded but just enough so that there weren't awkward gaps on the dance floor or at the bar. It was as he finished his drink and turned around for another that he felt eyes on him. Different eyes on him. It wasn't the same feeling he got from Q and Steve, and it wasn't that of someone casually eyeing him up. This was someone who was pointedly staring at him, waiting for him to notice them. Justin took a few minutes to assess the feeling he got from the person staring and it felt surprisingly ...good. He wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman, and tonight he didn't much care. Smirking at himself, he waited a bit longer to find the owner of the stare and acknowledge them. Justin didn't expect to be surprised.

"I know you can feel me watching you, why the fuck are you being so coy?" The voice was familiar but Justin couldn't tell right away who it was. They were whispering, breath hot on the back of his neck. A fresh batch of goose bumps displayed on his skin, but this time it wasn't due to the temperature, it was sexual. Justin tried desperately not to tremble, but he couldn't help when the person behind him pressed against his back. An erection nudged his right ass cheek before settling snugly against his crack, hands encircling his waist.


With the flick of his eyes, he could see Steve still at the end of the bar, watching in amusement. Justin flashed him a look of annoyance and any feeling of danger he probably SHOULD have had at being approached undetected was gone in a flash. If this person did pose a threat, Steve would have already been there pulling the guy off of him, but clearly since the bodyguard was still sipping his coke, watching from twenty feet away, Justin was safe from harm.

Maybe.

"Who says I'm being coy? Maybe I'm just not interested." Justin tried to sound unaffected but it came out breathy and needy. Almost desperate. He fought not to push himself back on the erection that was steadily hardening, grinding himself on it. He could feel a broad, strong chest against his back and images of a time long ago flooded his mind. Slowly he turned around, unable to stop the gasp that resulted upon seeing who the owner of the voice and body was. He watched as the man's eyes flickered away then back again. He shrugged then stepped away.

"Oh, well in that case. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Justin felt panic rise in his stomach as he watched the man turn to head back into the crowd. "KEVIN.. wait!" He cursed himself for sounding like a love sick seventeen year old, afraid of being rejected by the older, more mature sexiest man he'd ever laid eyes on let alone talked to. Justin held his breath and watched Kevin Richardson turn back around, a sexy smirk on his lips.

"Yes???"

No words came. Justin wasn't sure if he could remember how to talk, let alone form a coherent thought to speak if he could. They stood there, amidst the crowds of people trying to get to the bar or to the dance floor, the heavy, thumping bass of a song Justin didn't quite know and the smoky air that only made the exchange seem more seductive. It was as if Kevin was waiting for him to say something, but knew nothing was coming. Minutes passed before Kevin approached him again, stepping in closer than was socially expected but not as close as Justin wanted him.

"I thought I recognized the hat. It's been a while since I've seen it." Kevin's eyes were like a soft caress as his gaze roamed over Justin's body, stopping on the hat.

"What are you talking about, I got this hat from Jayce."

"Who do you think JC got the hat from? How often do you see him in ball caps?"

Justin thought about it for a minute and he shrugged.

"Alex. It's Alex's hat Justin."

So much seemed clear to Justin now. He'd been wondering why Kevin was in this club on this particular night and just a few days earlier JC had been insisting that he go to this club that he'd never heard of before. "So you're the friend that suggested to Jayce that I come to this bar?"

Kevin simply chuckled, his laugh lazy as his hands found their way to Justin's hips. Justin shivered feeling his already throbbing erection throb just a little harder. The jeans he'd decided to wear weren't loose enough for it to be comfortable for him right now and it took all of his self control to reach down and do something about it. "I'd phoned Alex a few days ago to see how he's doing and JC answered. We talked for a few minutes and he mentioned you were in town this week. I said to tell you if you wanted to know a good club to go to, to check this place out. Didn't think I'd see you though."

Justin processed Kevin's statement, wondering why he was feeling the offense that was sparked. Either Kevin didn't think he was man enough to go to this club, or he was saying something else. The alcohol was fogging up Justin's brain, along side the feel of Kevin pressed tightly against his body, and he wasn't thinking straight. "Why not?"

Kevin shrugged before looking up at someone on the balcony. Justin squinted to see who Kevin was talking to but couldn't make the person out. "I don't know, just a feeling I got." Kevin's attention went back to Justin and he leaned in so that they were cheek to cheek. "Glad you did come though. You look fucking delicious."

Justin felt Kevin's tongue barely graze his tongue and he moaned. It was Kevin's laugh that brought him back to his senses. Kevin was fucking with him, Justin couldn't pin point how he knew it, but he did. And the last thing Justin wanted or needed was to be someone's play toy for the night. Unless it was on his terms, and from the predatory gaze in Kevin's eyes, it wasn't on his terms at all.

"Well, I'll have whoever I'm taking home to fuck tonight let you know how delicious I am." Justin's hand snuck between their bodies and instead of palming his own erection, he pressed his hand to Kevin's hardness and stroked him a few times before gathering up every ounce of power he had and walking away and into the crowd on the dance floor. There was a very slight limp as Justin tried to exit with the calm collectedness that he'd wanted to react with. Kevin had the upper hand, Kevin ALWAYS had the upper hand but just once Justin wanted to be the one in control. If he couldn't have complete control, then he'd have to settle for setting the pace, and by walking away he'd done that. Or at least tried to. Instead of looking back at Kevin's reaction, which was what he wanted to do, Justin continued until he reached the middle of the floor, standing amidst the writhing bodies.

The bass projecting from the speakers mirrored the pounding of his heart, the racing of his pulse. There was a nest of butterflies in his stomach and his skin was prickling with awareness. Justin did the only thing he could do at that exact minute, close his eyes and let the music take him away. He tried to clear his mind of everything except the music, just letting his body move naturally. By the time the song ended, a woman had approached and through her eyes, asked him to dance. The feel of Kevin's body was still lingering on his skin, the sound of his voice ringing in his ears and Justin barely nodded before he felt her pressed against him. The feeling of plush breasts replaced that of a hard, muscular chest. Fruity perfume replaced that of musky cologne. And small hands on his hips, just barely gripping him replaced that of strong, large hands, holding him almost painfully.

From one extreme to another.

She was the exact opposite of Kevin, of everything that Kevin was. This woman looked up at him hopefully, awestruck and with stars in her eyes. In that instant where he looked deep into her eyes, he knew that she would do anything he asked of her. No questions asked. She knew who he was, she knew and wanted him. Wanted IT. They never wanted him, it was always what he could give them, what he could do with them, the 'I fucked a celebrity' status. Some nights he was okay with it, some nights it disgusted him. Tonight it was a distraction, he could still feel Kevin's eyes on him from across the room.

When the shooter girl passed by he stopped her, put down enough money for five shots. Each. After all, he was a gentleman and if he was going to be drinking in front of this nameless girl, he should at least offer her some too. She accepted, only taking two of the five vials. He shrugged and drank her remaining three. It was enough to keep the buzz until he was able to respectfully extract himself from her spidery embrace and made his way back to the bar.

Surprisingly, it was her who broke free first. She looked conflicted, contemplating whether to risk losing him to the next person and go, or stay despite the obvious discomfort she was in. Justin chuckled and leaned down to whisper into her ear. "What's wrong baby?"

"I... I've got to go to the bathroom," she slurred, intoxicated. "But I know as soon as I leave, some other skank is going to slide in here and whisk you away."

Her bluntness made Justin laugh. "Oh?" He looked down at her face and in that instant, realized that even if she did stay, he wasn't going to be taking her home tonight. There was only one person he would be leaving the club with, and if it wasn't with him it was going to be alone. "Well lets put it this way, I'm not exactly into water sports. So pissing on me isn't exactly the way to get me to fuck you. So my suggestion is to risk it and go to the bathroom." He watched her face fall. She knew he wasn't going to be waiting around for him.

"Fuck." In a surprise move, she leaned in and covered his mouth in a frantic, sloppy kiss. He didn't fight it, but didn't participate, waiting patiently for it to end. Finally, she pulled away satisfied. "Just something to think about."

With the back of his hand, Justin wiped his mouth. "Uhhh, thanks."

Once again, he was alone. It was a mater of seconds before the girl was replaced with another one. "I was waiting for her to leave. So Justin, you want to dance?"

The girl was pretty hot. She had a nice rack, long hair piled into a messy bun, stomach adorned with a belly chain and ring. Justin wasn't stupid. He wasn't interested either, but he wasn't stupid so he simply gave a half smile and nod. She was all over him before he could exhale his next breath. At least this one could dance, not like the other one who'd just pretty much rubbed herself against him in what he'd figured was supposed to be sexy foreplay. Getting into the feel of their bodies moving together and the music, Justin closed his eyes and relaxed. It wasn't until he felt her stiffen in his arms that he opened them, shocked to see they weren't alone.

He was more shocked at the crystal blue eyes that were fixed on him. Justin hadn't expected to see HIM there, although with Kevin in attendance, he figured it wasn't all that odd that Nick would be there too. Maybe it was a little surprising because last time he checked, Nick and Kevin weren't all that buddy buddy, but Justin realized that he didn't know the Boys all that well so it might not be all that weird. Justin's brain was spinning in circles and he knew he wasn't making any sense. All he knew for sure was that Nick was fit snugly behind the girl in his arms, whispering something in her ear. Something, as Justin could see, that wasn't all too appreciated by her because her eyebrows furrowed and her jaw was firmly clenched. Her eyes turned to Justin in a questioning glance, but he wasn't sure what she was asking so he just kept staring. It was Nick who leaned in, slowly licking his lips, and spoke. "Tell her J."

"Tell her what Carter?" Justin was proud that his voice was as steady as it was considering the fact that his pulse was again racing and he was fighting to stay calm.

"Well, I just informed her that she should stop wasting her time with you. Your evening is already spoken for and if she's looking for a fuck from the great Justin Timberlake, she's going to be sadly disappointed." Nick's lips curled into his infamous grin and Justin had to step back so that the girl didn't feel just how he reacted to it. His cock was once again hard and pressing against his fly, screaming for release. He tore his eyes from Nick's to look at the girl, amused at the expression on her face. It was a mixture of cockiness and disbelief that Nick would be so rude as to interrupt. So rude as to assume that Justin would pick him over fucking her.

Justin was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Admit that Nick was right, that he had no plans whatsoever to take her home and fuck her until he couldn't get it up again, or lie just to piss Nick off and make him look bad. Both were equally as satisfying but in the end, it was the gleam of promise in Nick's eye that was the deciding factor. Justin had earlier decided if he couldn't go home with one man, he wouldn't go home with anyone else, he'd been wrong. There was only one other person besides Kevin that he would have considered going home with that night and that person had just propositioned him. Sweet release was in sight.

"Sorry sweetheart." It was all he had to say, she knew. Her face fell and she turned back to look at Nick incredulously.

"Fucking asshole."

"Don't blame me honey. He wasn't going to fuck you anyways, I just saved you both a few hours of foreplay that was going nowhere." Nick's tone wasn't apologetic, he didn't even look at her. His eyes were focused intently on Justin's. When she didn't move he afforded her a glance. "You still here? He's busy, get over it."

Neither of them saw the slap coming, but as her hand came into contact with Nick's face they both jumped to attention. Justin covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his laughter while Nick stared at her in shock. She muttered something under her breath before stomping off, leaving them both to watch her in wonder. When she was out of sight, Justin turned back to Nick and broke out into hysterics. "Classic Carter. She was pissed yo."

"See what I do for you?" Nick rubbed his cheek tenderly. "You know that when you turned her down at the end of the night, that would have been your face she was slapping. She would have said something about you being a fucking tease and making her waste her whole night on you."

"How do you know I wouldn't have fucked her?" Justin was just a little annoyed that the blonde knew him so well. Seeing Nick raise an eyebrow only fueled his feelings.

"Oh I don't know. She's lacking a cock? That was MY first clue. Oh, and the fact that you're creaming right now for Kevin is another reason."

Justin opened his mouth and then closed it, knowing he couldn't exactly argue. "Son of a bitch."

"Yeah he is, but he's hot so what can you do right?" Nick tugged lightly on Justin's sleeve, leading him towards a darker corner, where they weren't in the middle of the dance floor.

"So, what are you doing here?" Justin failed to admit that he was glad to see Nick, the blonde a refreshing surprise from what had been anticipated as another boring night. His curiosity was piqued when Nick simply shrugged and flashed him a mischievous smile. Justin looked up and saw Kevin looking down at them, watching with extreme interest. There was an expression on his face, one of a mixture between arousal and annoyance. Justin wondered which was for him.

They stood in silence for a few minutes before Nick spoke. "It's been a while, I've missed you." It wasn't clear if Nick was answering his question or thinking out loud, but as Justin stared deep into Nick's familiar eyes he felt something swell inside of him. A longing for how things used to be, how he'd thought they would be forever. He realized right then and there that he missed Nick too. Missed how easy things had been before they'd gotten hard. Missed the boys they used to be, the boys that turned them into the men they were now.

"I've missed you too Nicky." Justin's voice was soft, full of memories. Out of the corner of his eye, Justin saw Nick tremble and he felt himself calm down just a little. And as quickly as the moment came, it was over and the sexual tension, the apprehension and promise was back in the air, stronger than ever.



"He's pissed you know." Nick nodded up to where Kevin was watching, as if Justin didn't know about whom he was referring.

"Why?"

Nick's response was a laugh. "You have to ask? Oh I don't know, how about the way you left him high and dry at the bar earlier. I thought he was going to explode. Made my entire year though. Not often you see Kevin Richardson dissed and dismissed, so for that I thank you."

Justin forced himself to refrain from looking up. The last thing he wanted was Kevin knowing they were talking about him. "And what's he doing now?"

"Waiting." Nick signaled for a waitress to approach, giving her a drink order. Minutes later the drinks were in their hands and Justin hadn't even seen money change hands. He raised an eyebrow and Nick smirked. "Old friend." When Justin continued staring at him Nick laughed. "Couple years ago I was in town and we hooked up a few times. I must've been really good because she's never charged me for drinks since."

Justin let out what was probably the first genuine laugh in weeks. "Figures."

"What can I say, I'm that good."

He was, Justin could tell from experience. Nick was quite possibly the best fuck Justin had ever had, and he'd fucked a lot of people, men and women. As a reminder of it's neglect, Justin's cock throbbed painfully. "Yeah, you are. So, what is he waiting for."

"Me to strike out so he can get another shot."

"What, you two taking turns?" Justin was oddly aroused at the thought of Nick and Kevin fighting over him, both wanting him THAT much. He dared hope that the three of them would leave together ending in a night of sweaty, drunken threesome fun.

"Something like that."

Looking up, Justin was surprised to find Kevin was gone. Instead, when he looked to his right, he found the older man standing only a few feet away clearly deciding whether or not to approach. He decided yes, he would.

"Kevin." Justin cursed the way his voice cracked as he said his name. Nick simply frowned as Kevin didn't say a word.

"I'm not done."

"Yes you are." Kevin was looking at Nick now, a fire raging between them. The heat between them electric. "I called dibs."

Nick laughed, rolling his eyes. "Dibs? What are you Kev, fifteen? You tried, he turned you down. It's my turn." Nick turned to Justin and stepped in closer. Justin could feel the blonde's breath caress his lips. "So what do you say, wanna go somewhere and fuck?"

In that exact moment, Justin realized he held all the cards. He had absolute power over the situation at hand. On one side he had Nick, laboured breathing, lips swollen from biting them seductively, ready for anything and everything. Justin moaned softly. On the other side, he had Kevin, watching him through lidded eyes, gaze hungry, promising to fulfill every fantasy he'd ever had about the older man. Something clicked in his mind and Justin made his decision. He turned to the man on his left, trailing a finger down his chest directly down to his cock. "Lets go."

"Fuck." An angry voice said behind them, causing for Justin to stop. He turned around and stared the man in the eyes.

"Richardson, you might want to come along anyways. Might prove to be educational for you."

Justin knew Kevin regarded him as a kid. It was evident in the way he spoke to him, the way he looked at him, the way he treated him in general. Until Justin proved otherwise, Kevin was always going to see him that way. It was time for Kevin to see him in a new light. Give Kevin something to think about, so the next time they were in this position he would know exactly what he was dealing with. Ten years wasn't as big a difference as the older man thought, and it was time for Justin to prove that to him.


Steve and Q met them at the exit, neither saying a word. Vocally. Everything that needed to be said was in their eyes and Justin growled as he passed them. "Shut the fuck up. Both of you."

"Didn't say a word, boss." Q said, voice neutral. He'd long since phoned for a car to pick them up and knew it would be a matter of minutes before it arrived. They got paid the big bucks to know what to do and when, and despite Justin's tantrums, they knew the kid appreciated them. Appreciated what they did for him.

"Keep it that way," Justin threatened. He looked up at the two men, unable to keep a straight face as they both made kissy faces at them. Laughing he punched Steve on the shoulder. "You're fucking fired yo. Both of you."

The bodyguards laughed as though it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. "Sorry boss, you can't fire us. Only your momma can fire us. And besides, you love us too much to fire us. It's us that keeps your ass outta trouble."

"About that ass," Nick whispered, grabbing Justin's ass playfully. I've got plans for it, so we'd better keep it out of trouble, at least for now."

"Fuck off Nick," Justin snorted, batting Nick's hand away. The two play wrestled until the car showed up and they were ushered inside. Justin noticed Kevin staying off to the side, not participating but watching every move take place. As per normal when Justin had company in the car with them, Steve and Q sat up in the front leaving the three men with privacy in the back. By the time they were out of the parking lot, Nick had Justin's pants undone and his hand inside, searching for his cock which was painfully hard. When the blonde had freed it from it's confines, he stroked it a few times, not bothered in the least by Kevin sitting only a few feet away.

"Damn Nicky," Justin's head fell back against the seat and he thrust his hips up into Nick's hand. "You know what I want baby... suck me. Suck my cock Nicky." Nick moaned softly before positioning himself on the floor of the car, between Justin's legs. He ran his tongue up one side and down the other, teasing the hot flesh before slipping the head between his lips. Justin's fingers fisted in Nick's blonde spikes before pulling roughly. "NOW NICK."

"Fuck, don't pull bitch," Nick snarled. Justin simply pulled harder, forcing Nick to look up at him.

"Then suck my dick. Don't lick it, don't tease me, suck it." The whimper that echoed through the car was Kevin's, his face a mask of shock. Justin knew he wasn't expecting him to be in control, that knowledge only turned Justin on more. It wasn't always like this, sometimes it was Nick in control, sometimes Justin, but they always had safe words and knew how far to push the other. Tonight, it was Justin's turn since the last time they'd seen each other, Nick was the one in charge. Justin's cock throbbed at the memory and he pumped his hips against Nick's face forcefully. Nick's throat constricted around him as he gagged, eliciting a full body shudder from Justin.

As he opened his eyes, Justin saw Kevin staring at him intently. "Could have been you Kev..." Justin moaned. "But you didn't want me."

Kevin snorted, tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him. He crossed his arms over his chest and refused to admit that the sight of Nick and Justin together was turning him on further. But Justin knew.

"I'm serious Kevin. You didn't want me. You wanted your image of who you think I am, that's not me." Their eyes met and Justin saw recognition flash in Kevin's eyes. "You see me as a kid, I'm not a kid anymore Kevin. I haven't been for a long time." Justin looked down at Nick who was watching him through glazed eyes. The one thing he loved about getting head from Nick was how the blonde would look him in the eye while blowing him. That, and how fucking good Nick was at it. Although, Justin was always as eager to reciprocate, sometimes they'd spend more time fighting over who would get to blow who than actually fucking. Justin had missed Nick too much lately. "But Nicky knows I'm not a kid, do you Nicky."

"Don't fucking call me Nicky while I'm blowing you. Makes you seem dirty old mannish Juju." Nick pulled off. He took a deep breath and leaned in, kissing Justin full on the mouth before going back down to his lap.

"Don't get me off Carter. I might not be able to get it back up to fuck you with when we get to the hotel."

Nick pulled off again, smirking first at Justin then Kevin. "Fine by me, I'll just have to fuck you then." Instantly, he was up on his knees, face to face with Justin.

"I don't think so. It's my turn." Their lips met in another bruising kiss, a kiss that Justin felt to the tip of his toes.

"Then you better get it back up, because I'm making you cum now whether you like it or not."

Justin fought the orgasm, fought every trick he knew Nick had, but the blonde was more powerful than his will. It was something in the way Nick would take him deeper than any other man or woman could, the way he made sounds of appreciation, thoroughly enjoying himself and it was something in the way he'd stroke Justin's balls with just enough pressure to curl his toes. With a roar and a whimper, Justin came so hard he wasn't sure if he'd be able to ever walk again. There were tears in his eyes and his whole body was shaking and he could barely open his eyes afterwards. When he did, he saw Nick crawling across the floor to where Kevin was sitting.

Nick crooked his finger, indicating he wanted Kevin to come close but the older man shook his head. Nick repeated his action but to no avail. Instead, he climbed up on the older man's lap and kissed him, forcing his mouth open with his tongue. Justin watched in awe as the two men kissed furiously, full of fight and passion and a hint of something more that Justin didn't want to admit. He watched Nick transfer his cum from his mouth to Kevin's, surprised as he saw the older man's body sag against the seat, allowing Nick to fully possess him. Nick pulled away, placing softer kisses on Kevin's mouth, stroking his cheek gently. Kevin's hands held Nick's face in place, pulling him in for another kiss, this one with as much passion but less fight.

"I thought you should at least get a taste, seeing you helped get him that hard," Nick whimpered breathlessly as the kiss finally ended. Justin's hand moved to his cock, which was twitching with signs of life again. After tucking himself away, he looked over where Nick was still sitting on Kevin's lap, hair sticking up at every direction and lips a delicious ruby red. Kevin's cool composure was also ruffled and Justin thought he looked even more desirable than only moments before. Nick noticed his returning erection and licked his lips. "See, nothing to worry about. I knew you had it in you."

"How fucking far is your hotel?" Kevin asked, realizing how long they'd been in the car. It was then that the door opened and Q peered in.

"Well, we've been here for about ten minutes but we'd figured that we'd wait until the activity came to a conclusion in here before saying something." Kevin had the decency to blush while Nick and Justin only smiled and climbed out.

"Good man you are Quincy. Good man," Nick applauded the bodyguard. He clapped him on the shoulder in thanks and nodded at Steve before heading into the hotel. Justin gave a lopsided smile and followed the blonde in. Kevin refused to meet their eyes, stopping only when he heard someone clear their throat. When he turned around Steve subtly rubbed the corner of his own mouth with his thumb. Kevin followed suit and wiped the remnants of Justin's orgasm from his lip, blushing furiously. He jumped in surprise when Nick grabbed his thumb and slid it between his lips, sucking the juice. "Come on Kev, let's go." Kevin allowed himself to be led through the hotel. He didn't get embarrassed in front of his own bodyguards or those of the other Boys, but these men didn't know him all that well and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"They don't really care Kevin. So don't worry about it." Justin's voice was barely audible in the elevator as they waited for Steve and Q to follow them in. Nick was leaning against the back of the elevator, Justin nestled comfortably against his chest. Nick's arms were wrapped around Justin's waist, his face nuzzled in the warmth of the spot where Justin's shoulder met his neck. Kevin noticed that neither Steve or Q paid them any attention, even when the two men started to kiss.

Justin felt Nick's tongue trace his jaw and expected the familiar heat that followed as his mouth was engulfed in a steamy, erotic kiss. With a moan, Justin felt himself being turned around so that he and Nick were chest to chest, erection to erection, the position giving them both a deeper access to one another. He'd forgotten that anyone else was in the elevator with them until Nick had blindly reached for Kevin, bringing the older man closer.

"Nicky.." Kevin warned, his voice trembling slightly. Nick's eyes opened and he stared his oldest bandmate in the eye, daring him to join in. The kiss broke, Justin and Nick resting their foreheads against one another. Justin turned his head slightly to see Kevin's face only inches away, lips parted and breathing ragged. He watched Kevin flash a look at the two bodyguards who were facing the doors, minding their own business.

When Kevin didn't make a move to kiss him, Justin chuckled. "Fucking pussy.." He removed one hand from where it had been resting on Nick's hips and put it on the back of Kevin's head, pulling him in forcefully. "What IS your problem?"

"You," Kevin growled angrily kissing Justin hard and fast. He could feel Nick gasp for breath as his erection hardened against Justin's thigh. Nick's voice was low and throaty.

"So fucking hot."

"We're here." Steve's voice said loudly before the elevator rang it's arrival. They'd reached the floor that Justin's room was on and almost instantly, the bodyguards disappeared to their own rooms.

"Night boys," Q called.

"Night boys." Steve echoed.

"Night boys," Nick and Justin giggled. Kevin remained silent.

Once Justin's door to his suite was opened, the two younger men walked in confidently. Justin went to the mini bar and pulled out a few bottles carrying them into the bedroom. With a glance over his shoulder, he invited the other two in behind him. Nick didn't need an invitation, he was already spread out on the bed, Kevin was standing on the threshold of the suite as if contemplating his next move.

"In or out Kevin, make your decision." The sound of the door closing indicated the older man's decision, although Justin wasn't sure exactly what it was. It was only when he went back into the common area of the suite that he saw Kevin sitting on the couch, staring out the window. "Why is this so hard for you?" There was tenderness in Justin's voice and he sat down beside Kevin on the couch.

With the shake of his head, Kevin deflected the question. He didn't want to talk about it, especially with Justin. Hot breath ghosted his cheek and Kevin leaned into Justin's body, wanting the contact desperately. He knew that Nick had won for the evening, Justin had chosen him over Kevin, but there still was a shred of hope that he would be next. That there would be a next time with the younger man.

"Well, if you're not going to talk about it, at least come in and see what you've been missing." Justin's kiss was hot and urgent, their tongues stroking and caressing one another. His hand gripped the back of Kevin's head for leverage and he felt himself shifting to settle on the older man's lap. It was Nick who interrupted.

"Umm, unless I'm mistaken, I was promised to be fucked good and hard tonight. I can do it myself but if I do, you're forfeiting your turn Justin." Nick grinned wickedly as the other two men noticed his lack of clothing. He leaned casually against the door frame, completely naked except for the hemp necklace around his neck. Justin's moan sounded throughout the room and Kevin could feel his erection stiffen further.

A fiery look passed between the two men, neither needing to speak aloud the threat embedded in the gaze. Sighing, Justin stood. He looked down at Kevin whose eyes were still focused on him and smiled. "Come on Kevin, you might want to watch this." Justin offered no hand to lead the older man into the bedroom, nor did he look back once he'd entered. If Kevin was going to come with them, it was going to be his own decision. Justin was going to fuck Nick no matter what, the only variable was whether there would be an audience.

"You are suck a son of a bitch, you know that?" Justin spat as he was face to face with Nick. They stood at the end of the bed mere inches apart.

Nick shrugged. "You had a decision and made it. Me or him, you chose me." Nick's gaze moved to the man quietly trying to slip into the bedroom unnoticed. "I'm not exactly feeling sorry for him right now. If the positions were reversed, there's no way in hell he'd have let me come along, so he's getting more than I would have."

Justin's skin prickled with awareness that this was actually happening. That in that exact minute, he was standing in front of Nick, who was completely naked, and Kevin who was about to watch them have sex. Clothes piled the floor until Justin stood before Nick naked as well. His chest was heaving with each gasp of breath he took, his hands were trembling only slightly and there was a glimmer of nervous anticipation building in his stomach. The gasp that echoed through the room was that of Kevin, who despite every rule he'd ever set up for himself, was in that exact moment breaking them just by being here with Justin. The only thing stopping him from crossing the room and interrupting, was the foresight that he could use this time to learn. Learn Justin, learn Justin's methods so when in the future he was faced with the challenges of that night, he would know exactly what he was dealing with. He could no longer deny the attraction he was harbouring for him.

Kevin had seriously misjudged the younger man.

Neither man dropped to his knees. No blow job was forthcoming, which Kevin admittedly was surprised about. There was a general formula that was most always followed, which indicated one, usually the one who would in the end be topping, would drop to his knees and suck the other to orgasm. Then he would in turn proceed to fuck him to not only his own orgasm, but the other man's second. It never happened. Instead, Kevin watched as Justin slid up against Nick's body, kissing him tenderly.

"You've lost weight," Justin murmured against Nick's lips as his fingers danced down Nick's sides.

"You know how it is." Nick blushed only slightly, hating when his physical attributes were pointed out so blatantly. He made an attempt to instigate another kiss, frustrated when Justin pulled away.

"No, I don't." With gentle hands, Justin cupped Nick's face. "I like you with the weight on. Feels so good when we're together and you loom over top of me. You make me feel warm, safe.. protected." Their mouths met in a sweet kiss, nearly enough to give Kevin cavities as he watched entranced. "Mind you, you look hot thin too baby. I like you anyway I can get you, as long as you're doing okay."

Kevin could sense this was a private moment and that they had forgotten he was in the room. They seemed to be catching up, as if this was part of their ritual and he felt his heartstrings pull. It further proved how little he knew both of these men. Nick insisted that he was fine and Justin didn't have to worry. Kevin shifted, letting out a soft moan as his still throbbing erection pressed against the zipper of his pants. The noise broke the two men out of their fog and they grinned ferally at him.

"Kev's getting restless."

"Well then Nicky, guess we should get on with the show." Justin's kisses moved from gentle and soothing to rough and forceful. Nick's whimper was swallowed as they blindly grasped for the bed. With a forceful shove, Nick was sprawled out on the bed. His legs spread wide open and his erection bobbed, teasing Justin. As much as he wanted to join the blonde, there was one thing he needed to do first.

Kevin was shocked when he watched Justin stride across the room to where he was sitting. Through lust filled eyes, he looked up at the younger man questioning his approach.

"Open your lips Kev." Justin's voice was low and throaty, both Nick and Kevin shivered at the sound. When his lips were adequately parted, Justin traced them with his index finger before sliding two into Kevin's mouth. Kevin took the hint and started to suck Justin's fingers enthusiastically, as if showing off his talents, a promise of what could be if Justin would just allow it.

Liquid warmth flooded Justin's veins and his cock twitched in response. Their eyes locked, Justin licked his lips as he tried to muffle a moan. The older man's tongue danced up and down the sides of Justin's slender fingers, bathing them erotically. Using just a little pressure, Kevin scraped his teeth against the skin before pulling off and placing a kiss to the tips. "How was that?"

Justin simply whimpered a half moan and stumbled back to the bed, looking over his shoulder longingly. Upon reaching the bed, he found Nick watching in amusement. "And J? What he just did to your fingers?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Feels even better on your cock."

That time Justin couldn't disguise the tortured moan. It took all of his power not to go back across the room and find out more of Kevin's talents. As if the blonde knew, he pulled Justin onto the bed and into his arms. "Next time baby, tonight you're mine." Their mouths met in a playful kiss and Justin's attention was brought back to the task at hand, preparing Nick. Saliva slicked fingers slid their way down Nick's body and between his legs as the blonde spread himself open for him. Justin hovered over Nick, smirking down over him.

The first finger was always tight. Justin often wondered who else Nick did this with, knowing how tight he always was and how much stretching he needed. He knew that occasionally, Nick and Kevin had been known to hook up, and there had been a few times where Nick and Chris had gone from casually hanging out to having, as Chris put it, 'swinging from the chandaliers-hot monkey loving', but it amazed him every time just how sensitive the blonde was. But then again, he was the same way. It made it more special, even in times like this where Justin knew it was going to be fast, hot and hard.

By the time Justin eased the second finger into Nick's body, the blonde was writhing beautifully on the bed. His hair was matted down to his forehead, soaked with sweat. With the curl of a finger, a growl bounced off of the hotel walls and Nick's pleas were whimpered through gritted teeth. "Now J.. I'm ready for you now."

They couldn't put it off any longer. Out of the corner of his eye, Justin registered movement in the corner of the room, pleased to see Kevin's fist leisurely pumping his shaft. At some point, the older man had shed his clothing and was as naked as he and Nick. Without trying to stare, Justin let his eyes roam up and down Kevin's body, his mouth watering at the sight. "Okay Nick, turn over."

While Nick turned over and spread his legs accordingly, Justin rolled to the far side of the bed. On the night stand there was a strip of condoms. Tearing one from the strip, Justin rolled back over and settled himself over Nick, sitting on the backs of the blonde's thighs. He tore the package and withdrew the condom. "Enjoying the show Kev?" Nick asked with a wink.

Kevin didn't answer. His eyes were focused on Justin's hands as he sheathed himself in the latex barrier. When Nick giggled, Justin couldn't help but follow. "Looks like it Nicky. Looks like he's having a good time."

"Not as good as me, that's for fucking sure."

When ready, Justin climbed off of Nick's legs and allowed the blonde to raise himself to his knees. He slid in between and looked down at the man beneath him. Golden brown skin, even in winter, flawless beauty. Justin had always admired Nick's frame, the strength that his body represented. A broad back, thick arms, and skin that reminded him of honey, soft and sweet. He danced his fingers across Nick's back and hips, enjoying the moment before his touch became rougher and more determined.

Nick yelped as Justin's hand gripped around his skin tighter. It was beginning and he braced himself for what was still to come. Justin's hands settled on his ass, pinching and kneading the flesh in silent appreciation. It was when he felt himself being spread open that Nick knew it was officially started. Justin used two fingers to stretch him one last time before replacing them with his erection. With a steady hand, Justin guided himself deep into Nick's body, pushing roughly until their bodies met. It was only then that they afforded themselves a moment to breathe. Justin stretched out over Nick, positioning them more comfortably. He could feel the blonde from head to toe, their bodies pressed against each other bound by slick sweat.

"How does that feel Nick? Do I feel good inside you?"

Nick responded with a breathy whimper. Justin wanted more.

"I can't hear you Nicky. Tell me, tell me how good I feel?"

When Nick didn't respond a second time, Justin's lips curled into a smirk. He nipped roughly at Nick's shoulder, biting the skin.

"Okay, I guess I'll pull out then, since you're not enjoying it." With that, Justin pulled out achingly slow. He could feel Nick trembling beneath him, fighting not to do the same. It was just as his head was about to withdraw from Nick's body that he heard the soft whimper.

"More. Please give me more."

At that, Justin thrust sharply into Nick's body slamming directly into his prostate. They both let out mirroring shouts of pleasure, Nick whimpering when Justin stopped entirely.

"Like that?"


"Yes."

"What else? What else do you want?"

Again, Nick took too long to answer and Justin began to withdraw, meanwhile he was biting and licking random spots on Nick's back and shoulders. Once more when he was almost the whole way out of Nick's body, the blonde spoke up. "More. Again. Just fuck me."

Kevin shivered at the sound of Justin's laugh resonating through the room. He had never seen Nick at the point of speechlessness, worked up so much that he simply could not talk. Nick was hanging on by a thread, and from Kevin's vantage point, Justin had barely done anything. It made him want the younger man even more, to see him unravel Nick this much this fast.

"Maybe you should fuck yourself on me." Both Nick and Kevin could tell from Justin's tone that it wasn't a suggestion but an order. Clearly he wasn't going to move, so if Nick wanted more, he'd have to do it himself. Not an easy feat at the angle they were at. From what Kevin could see, the position wasn't apt to maximum penetration, Justin's cock most likely not going as deep as Nick needed. But it was all Justin was offering.

With a whimper, Nick began to piston himself on Justin, thrusting back as far as he could on his cock. Kevin's eyes focused on the battle waged in Justin's eyes, the question whether to give in and provide them both with the release that they were craving, or to continue letting Nick know who was in charge. Somehow Kevin wasn't surprised that Justin continued to remain still, not helping Nick in any form. It wasn't until Nick was close to tears that Justin relented. He gave no warning and thus, took Nick off guard.

Fingers wrapped tightly around the blonde's hips as he stilled all movement. "Stop." And before Nick could catch his breath, or prepare himself, Justin began to thrust in, hard and deep. Nick's body went limp like a rag doll and Kevin watched in awe as Justin worked himself in the blonde. He pressed Nick's face into the pillow with one hand, fingers threaded through the blonde spikes while the other held his hip for leverage.

Justin's eyes fluttered shut and his face contorted into a mask of concentration and absolute pleasure. Perfectly straight, white teeth were biting on thin, sculpted lips and sweat was dripping sensually down his lithe body. Justin was the picture perfect vision of raw, sexuality. Kevin was cumming before he could register it happening. At that moment, Justin's eyes fluttered open and his head turned to see the cause of the noise. Kevin was certain he saw Justin's lips curl into a knowing smirk, all the while he continued to drill Nick deeper into the bed. If Nick didn't have hand shaped bruises on his skin in the morning, Kevin would be amazed.

Justin held a quiet power, Kevin realized. It wasn't about force or strength, as he would have originally thought. It was more in the way of controlled power, where with a simple suggestion he had Nick doing what he wanted him to, how he wanted it done. It was oddly arousing to watch Justin dominate Nick without having to raise his voice or use pain as a deterrent for insolence. Justin merely made a suggestion and whether you obeyed was your own will. Punishment only meant him withdrawing access from you, which in itself was punishment worse than pain or force. Kevin realized only now how much he had underestimated the younger man. Nick's voice interrupted Kevin's thoughts.

"J? Please cum for me. Please... I need to feel you cum." Nick was practically begging, his voice sounding desperate.

Kevin was curious as to where this was heading. He had intended on going to the washroom to clean up, but now wanted to stay and continue watching.

"I don't know Nicky, not sure if it was enough for me to cum." How Justin managed to keep his voice so detached baffled Kevin. He could see in the youngest man's face how badly he needed to cum, how close he was to getting there, but Nick couldn't see that and therein laid Justin's power.

Nick began to work himself on Justin's cock, rolling his hips sweetly, reaching out to grasp for his thighs. Justin sat back on his thighs, bringing Nick with him so they were practically sitting, Nick on Justin's lap. Nick reached behind his head and brought Justin's face close so that their lips were mere inches apart. "Please cum. What can I do to make you cum?"

"You know what I want Nickolas," was all Justin said. Their mouths met in a frantic kiss, open and lewd. It was sloppy and Nick extended his tongue to lap at Justin's mouth before he began to rise and fall on Justin's lap. It had to be painfully uncomfortable, Nick stretched out and twisted, but he didn't seem to mind. Kevin's groin twitched in response as Nick worked himself furiously, all to please Justin who was playing him like a piano.

It was beautiful watching Justin let go. His eyes opened and Kevin saw the two men on the bed stare deeply into each other's eyes. Nick simply smiled and Justin gasped, his orgasm washing over him.

There was no stimulation to Nick's cock. Nothing more than he'd been experiencing, but with one look into Justin's eyes, watching his lover unravel before him signaled his own orgasm and he came in thick, long spurts, all over his chest and stomach. He could feel Justin twitching inside of him, the way his hands gripped his hips to the point of pain and the keening cry that echoed in the room. His own cries joined in with Justin's.

Kevin understood exactly now why Nick was so focused on having Justin cum. His own orgasm couldn't cum until after Justin's, so the longer the younger man held off, the longer he'd have to wait for release. Jolts of electricity flowed through Kevin's body and he shivered in spent excitement. In that exact moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have paid witness to the evening's activities. Had Justin chose him, Kevin would have gone about things all wrong. He'd anticipated that Justin was young, naive and virginal, someone whom he would have to teach or mold. Not once did it occur to him that Justin would have not only done it before, but excelled at it.

Kevin's envy of Nick multiplied. On more than one occasion that night, they'd referred to past experiences, innuendoes that it had not only happened before, but was a regular occurrence, and while Kevin was aware that underneath the facade of the media's rivalry between the two of them they did happen to hang out and genuinely like each other, not once did he ever believe that they would be spending that time together doing anything more than PG. rated activities. Kevin had a lot of catching up to do.

Shaking the fog from his mind, Kevin focused on the scene on the bed, surprised to see Justin and Nick curled up together, whispering softly. He felt a sense of longing, of him being removed from the situation and wasn't sure where to proceed now. Whether he should stay and wait for them to remember he was in the room, or whether he should slip into the bathroom, clean up then leave them alone to their own devices.

Justin was gasping for breath, unable to focus on anything except the euphoria that was coursing through his veins. The feel of Nick's skin pressed tightly against him was comforting and as the blonde tried to roll out from under him, Justin protested. "Nicky.. don't go yet."

Nick simply shifted so that he was in a more comfortable position, but still wedged tightly underneath Justin's body. Their faces were inches apart and he stretched his neck just enough so that he could press their lips together. The kiss was more for reassurance than passion, and both men relaxed into each other's embrace. "Thank you," Nick managed to whisper. Everything outside of that exact moment was forgotten and he knew it would be a matter of time before his head stopped spinning and his pulse returned to normal.



"You're welcome Nicky, thank you." Justin replied, remembering their guest in the corner. He wasn't exactly sure if Kevin would still be sitting there or if he would have left before they'd be looking for him, but thankfully he hadn't moved. Their eyes met, both men held their breath.

"You're not going to be comfortable over there all night Kevin." It wasn't what he wanted to say, but in that moment, Justin wasn't sure what he should say. He wasn't sure what was appropriate nor what Kevin would want to hear.

"Bed's a little full.." Kevin started, cut off by Nick snorting loudly.

"And that's stopped us when before?" Nick rolled them so that Justin was on his side and he could sit up fully. "Don't be a prick, just come over and join us."

Kevin stood up, shaking his head. "I think I'm going to take a shower." He didn't say another word as he walked to the washroom, not looking back.

Nick simply lay back down and tried to pull Justin close. When the younger man didn't move, he opened his eye to look at him. "What?"

"Is he okay?"

Nick shrugged. "Yeah. He's moody and tempermental sometimes. Something's up his ass and he doesn't want to talk about it. So he'll shower, give some excuse that he's got somewhere to be early in the morning and doesn't want to risk oversleeping. He won't stay."

Justin was slightly disappointed. He'd imagined that they both would be staying the whole night, leaving possibility for more later on after they'd slept a little. Now with Kevin leaving, that plan was out. Nick recognized the look of disappointment on Justin's face and chuckled. He was out of bed and sliding into his jeans before Justin could protest.

"What are YOU doing now?"

"You want him to stay. You're disappointed that he's leaving. It's written all over your face J." There was no hint of bitterness or anger in Nick's words. Instead, he felt as though he was breaking it to Justin, being the one to clue him in on something he himself had no idea about.

"What? Of course I'm not. Where are you going?"

"You want him. You want him AND me and ...since he's not staying there's no point in me staying. All you're going to be doing is thinking about him. No matter what we do.. if we start fooling around, you'll be wishing he was here too... or be thinking about how he'd react to watching... or whatever. So I'm just going to go." When Justin moved to argue Nick leaned in to kiss him passionately. That's how they were when Kevin reemerged, smelling clean and fresh, wearing his clothes from earlier. He looked genuinely surprised to see Nick up and dressed.

"Why are you dressed?"

"I'm gonna get a cab with you." The two men shared a look but Nick revealed nothing. It was something Justin was going to have to deal with and not his place to say anything. "Is that a problem? I can get my own cab you know."

Kevin rolled his eyes and sighed. "I just thought you were staying the night. I have to get back to my room, early day and all and I don't want to oversleep."

Nick smirked at Justin, eliciting a soft giggle from them both.

"Of course you don't Kev." Nick leaned down and kissed Justin thoroughly. "Bye baby. Until next time eh!"

"Bye Nick." Justin wasn't sure what he should do in regards to Kevin. He'd kissed him earlier, so it wouldn't be that awkward, but there was still something in the air. It was Kevin who ultimately made the decision. The older man loomed over him, regarding him with eyes that Justin couldn't read.

"Thanks for everything Justin. It was very ..." he paused to think of the right word, "..educational."

Justin blushed and averted his eyes. "I'm glad." He then looked back up at Kevin, waiting for him to make his next move. It came in the form of a sweeping kiss, one that took Justin completely by surprised and rendered him breathless. When Kevin let him go, Justin was trembling.

"Until next time Justin Timberlake."

Justin nodded. Kevin exited first, followed by Nick. The blonde paused for a moment as if going to say something. Instead, he winked and flashed Justin a knowing smile.

Until next time.

Finis


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