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Title: Sometimes Life Happens
at the Most Inopportune Moments
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Series: 6 of One Way Or Another
Series
Pairing: Nick/Kevin/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction. Yeah.
Fiction.
Warnings: Slash warning.
Bigroupal warning
Notes: You Chris Lovers are
going to LOOOOVE this part. This is for you *smooches*
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There are some things that Nick just can not explain, let alone
understand. Like how crop fields get those crazy alien designs, or how
the ancient mystics could foresee the future without any understanding
of how the world really worked let alone knowing that the earth was
round and not flat, or why he screamed Kevin's name while having sex
with Paris. The first two mysteries he could maybe come up with a half
assed excuse for. He could bullshit his way through the conversation if
necessary, but he knew his fate was doomed the second Paris stopped
moving on top of him and his cock twitched at that pivotal moment as he
was about to go over the edge of his orgasm. He tried to keep going,
thrust up into her as his thumb rubbed playfully over her clit and his
other hand stroked her left breast seductively but she wasn't having
any of it, face set like stone like as she glared down on him.
Had he been with some guy and called Kevin's name out, it would have
made sense. Or even Justin's name because it happened to everyone at
one point or another, but the fact that he was fucking Paris, a WOMAN
and he still was thinking about Kevin, Nick knew he was in deep shit.
There was no getting out of it and as he had the wind knocked out of
him, Nick wondered if maybe it was for the best.
"I'm sorry, did the fact that I have breasts and a pussy not tip you
off that you're not fucking Kevin?"
Nick wondered why, if she was as mad as her tone of voice indicated she
was, she hadn't climbed off of him. Instead, she still sat on him, his
cock still lodged deep inside of her. She moved to the side slightly
and he felt his cock twitch, his release still impending. Despite the
tension in the room, his erection hadn't died down at all, that could
have been due to the fact that Nick's mind was still on Kevin and how
he'd been thinking about the older man being the one to ride him.
Pain shot through his body straight to his cock and his eyes opened
quickly. Paris had twisted a nipple roughly and that was the
stimulation he needed to let go, his cock exploding into the condom,
the orgasm washing over him. Nick fought not to twitch and shake too
much seeing that he'd cum and she seemed far from it but he couldn't
help it. The smile that made it to his lips was most definitely ill
received.
"You're still fucking thinking about him. Aren't you?" Her voice was
hard and accusing.
Nick couldn't lie, "Yes" he answered without opening his eyes as he
tried to regain his breath. Now that he'd cum the weight of her sitting
on him was uncomfortable and Nick needed his space. He rolled them over
so that he slid from her and they were both laying on their sides on
the bed. Normally he would have ensured that she'd cum as well but it
was her that had stopped, not him, and she didn't seem as though she
would have appreciated his effort all that much anyways. Minutes had
passed and he could still feel her eyes on him. "Fuck. What?"
"Don't you dare get pissy with me. I was fucking you, you were fucking
someone else. If anyone has a right to be mad it's me." Paris got out
of the bed and picked her clothes up from the floor. "You know, it's
not the first time you've called his name out."
Nick was genuinely surprised at that. Or was he surprised that this was
the first she'd mentioned of it? He'd wondered before if he'd called
her name or someone else's before but she'd never said something so he
figured he had just been overly paranoid before. Now he wondered if he
hadn't actually done it. "Look, I'm sorry."
Her eyes narrowed and Nick actually flinched. There wasn't a hint of
remorse in his voice, only resignation. "Don't you fucking patronize
me. You are such a selfish asshole."
Now Nick really was getting upset. She had no right to talk to him the
way she was, especially when she knew that she wasn't the only person
he was fucking. It was one of the first things he'd told her when
they'd gotten together and she'd never minded. Sometimes he wondered if
she didn't get off on it just a little, and so there had never been a
problem with their extra curricular sexual activities seeing they both
had people on the side. But now that he thought about it she'd long
since given up her other fuck buddies and had been exclusively with him
for quite some time. Something he hadn't asked nor particularly wanted
her to do. "Don't start with me Paris. You know I'm with Kevin.."
"And Chris, and Justin and from what I hear anyone else who'll lay down
and spread for you."
All Nick had to do was raise an eyebrow and she stopped talking,
realizing she'd gone to far. No, his sexual record wasn't exactly the
cleanest, but at least he'd managed to not have it on the Internet for
anyone with the ability to right click to see. When they'd hooked up,
Nick saw their pasts as something that brought them closer together,
they both knew where the other was coming from and so he didn't have to
worry about her judging him. Apparently he'd overestimated her because
it kind of sounded like she was calling him a whore. He crossed his
arms over his chest and was surprised to see her break down, tears
forming in her eyes. Knowing her as well as he did, Nick marveled at
how they were real tears, not manipulative tears. It was too late, the
damage was done and she'd be gone within the hour, but still he
couldn't help the way his heart strings tugged just a little. Unable to
help himself, he pulled her into his arms and comforted her. "Sweetie.."
"I'm sorry Nicky, I didn't mean it. I'm just so confused." Paris
trembled in his arms and Nick wondered if she knew their relationship
was over.
"About?" Nick wasn't too sure that he wanted to hear where this was
going.
"You tell me you love me but you love them too. And I know how much you
love Justin and Kevin so don't even try to tell me it's just sex. It's
never really just sex with you, you make it seem like it is but it's
not. Maybe the groupies or the one night things are just sex, but the
moment you invite someone back into your bed a second time it's more.
And.. well you invited them away with you on your vacation, they're
always the first ones you call or run to if something's wrong and I
know we promised that we wouldn't fall in love or make this more than
it needed to be but my needs have changed." Paris met Nick's eyes and
nodded at the surprise in his eyes. She let out a sharp laugh that
voiced her disbelief in what she was saying. "I know, Baby. I'm sorry
but I love you, really love you. You could be my one and..." more tears
fell from her eyes, "and you don't feel the same way. You're never
going to feel the same way."
"Damn," Nick whispered under his breath, holding Paris tighter. He'd
never imagined her falling in love with him let alone feeling
inadequate. This was so far off from how he'd thought things were going
to go that he didn't know where to begin. "I'm sorry, Baby."
She pulled away and shook her head. "Don't, don't be sorry. I knew what
I was getting myself into. I never thought I'd fall in love with you
either, I mean, I don't do love." Paris let out a soft laugh. "Well I
never did love until you. But your heart isn't yours to give away." Her
hand covered his chest and she splayed her fingers out regretfully.
There were so many things that Nick felt he should say, but couldn't
form a complete thought to voice any of them. Instead, he pressed his
lips against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She was asking for more than
he could give, to anyone. Truth be told, Nick wasn't sure if he could
do the commitment thing, one person forever. At least not now, and that
was all he was focusing on, the present. It was an awful thought, but
if Nick couldn't commit to Justin or Kevin exclusively, he sure as hell
wasn't going to be committing to Paris. Not because she wasn't enough
for him, it wasn't that. If he was different, if they'd hooked up a few
years earlier they might have had at least a fighting chance, but
everything happened with Mandah and the string of girls after Mandah
and it left Nick with the firm belief that the ideal marriage wasn't
for him. And that's what all girls really wanted, at least the girls he
seemed to attract. Paris was the closest thing to a normal relationship
that Nick
would ever find, a normal heterosexual relationship anyways and
even in the beginning stages Nick knew that it was only a matter of
time before they ended up here, both naked standing face to face in his
bedroom with nowhere to go but apart.
"I never meant for it to happen this way." Nick said softly. His eyes
darted from object to object, never lingering for more than a few
seconds yet never making direct contact with Paris' inquisitive gaze.
He knew she was expecting him to fight for them, to profess his ability
to change and be what she needed him to be but he couldn't do that. He
couldn't lie to either one of them and that would be what he'd be
doing. They both knew that a relationship with one of the other guys,
his or Nsync's would be virtually impossible and at least with her he
was stable, from a media point of view any ways.
Nick flinched when Paris gently touched his cheek. He expected a slap,
some sort of angry response but when he looked into her eyes he saw
acceptance. As though she'd known all along but was staying around for
the sheer hope that things might have ended differently. Confident that
she wasn't going to strike him he leaned into the touch and gave a
small smile. "I only want you to be happy Nickolas." With the briefest
of touches, she pressed their lips together and pulled away before
collecting the clothes she'd discarded less than an hour before. Within
minutes she was dressed and standing at the threshold of his bedroom
door.
"I'll come by later for my things, Baby. When it doesn't sting as much."
And with that Nick found himself standing alone in his bedroom, still
naked but feeling more raw and open than he had in as long as he could
remember. The vulnerability had nothing to do with his lack of clothing
but moreso due to his realization that he was once again alone. What he
needed to do was go through the house and collect Paris' belongings
that had become fixtures in his home, but with one look at the bed
where it all ended, he realized she was right. It would have to be done
when the pain wasn't as prominent. Looking down at his body Nick
grimaced. First and foremost he needed a shower, everything else would
have to wait.
The shower provided him with comfort, warmth and a convenient place to
release his sadness. The soothing water beating down on him washed away
the tears he cried, cleansing his soul and carrying the unwanted
emotion down the drain. He wasn't entirely sure when the tears stopped
being about Paris and more about his life in general but by the time
he'd stepped out Nick felt as though he had been through the emotional
wringer. The fridge was his second stop after getting dressed and Nick
paused between the six pack of Corona and the pitcher of iced tea. The
clock on the wall read that it was just before two in the afternoon. A
perfectly reasonable time of the day to have a drink, but Nick knew it
wouldn't end at one beer and before long he'd have the whole six pack
gone. Sighing he pulled out the iced tea and poured himself a glass.
Kevin's name was what he'd called out, bringing the relationship to
it's demise once and for all so Kevin was the first person Nick thought
to call.
It rang ten times before voice mail kicked in. Nick left a short
message asking Kevin to call him when he got in. It was important and
he needed him, Nick tried to keep his voice steady and not burst into
tears. It was shaping up to be one of those days.
Next on Nick's list was Justin and for a moment he paused to chuckle.
She was right, they were the first people he called when anything
happened. It had always been that so it wasn't as though he was
conscious of his actions, but looking at it from her point of view as
his girlfriend it did seem rather odd. Even Nick could admit that she'd
put up with more than others would in her place, it didn't make things
suck any less though. Closing his eyes, he pushed 2 on his speed dial
and waited as it rang on the other end. Finally he heard someone pick
up.
"Yeah?"
Nick heard heavy breathing and a note of annoyance in the other
person's voice. Looking at the phone again he had indeed dialed
Justin's number, but he could recognize Kevin's voice like his own. In
the background he heard Justin giggle and speak although he couldn't
quite make out the words.
"Hello?" Kevin asked again, this time very annoyed.
Nick couldn't speak, visions of what they were doing flashed in his
mind and he froze. Instead, he hung up the phone and inhaled deeply as
his day continued to just suck even more.
"Who was it Kev?" Justin asked, tightening his legs around Kevin's
waist. He leaned up to pull Kevin back down, giggling as they fell back
onto the bed tangled together.
"No idea. Probably some prank caller." The phone call was forgotten as
Kevin covered Justin's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply. Previous
actions were resumed as Justin spread his legs wider, giving Kevin
complete access to his body. Justin's skin was humming and he was
getting harder with each passing second. Kevin had taken to teasing him
when all Justin wanted was to get off, and get Kevin off in the process.
Justin's legs were thrown over Kevin's shoulders and he was pleading
with the older man that Kevin gave in, placing his erection at Justin's
entrance and pushing inside. He could feel every inch of Kevin inside
of him, taste his skin on his tongue and his scent overwhelming his
nose. All sensations were multiplied as Kevin pulled out and slowly
slid back in, taking his time in making love to the younger man. With
gazes locked, they worked together to bring each other their release,
crying out simultaneously as Justin let go and brought Kevin with him.
Upon the conclusion of his orgasm, Kevin gently pulled out of Justin,
disposed of the condom and fell on the bed face down not caring about
anything except the remnants of his orgasm pulsing through his veins.
It was Justin who reached consciousness first.
"Who did you say was on the phone?" Justin snickered as Kevin simply
shook his head into the pillow, barely moving let alone speaking. The
phone was on the floor and Justin reached over Kevin, slapping his ass
playfully, to grab the handset. With the push of a few buttons he
retrieved the information, recognizing Nick's number as the 'last
received call'. "Shit."
"Shit what?" Kevin mumbled into the pillow. He made an unsuccessful
attempt to roll over before shrugging and staying put. He needed some
more rest.
"It was Nick."
Kevin's head raised from the pillow with a look of disbelief on his
face. If it had been Nick, he didn't understand why the blonde wouldn't
have said something. Something didn't feel right and Kevin felt
butterflies in his stomach. "What?"
Justin shrugged before hitting Nick's number on speed dial. When no one
picked up at Nick's house Justin was put into voice mail and he left a
short message for Nick to call him as soon as he got it. Something was
definitely up and Justin wondered what it was if Nick was so upset so
to not say anything when Kevin answered. "I left a message. I wonder
where he is."
~*~*~*~
Nick stared at the phone for a few minutes, hating the jealousy that
was coursing through his body at the moment. He had no reason at all to
be jealous or angry that Kevin and Justin were together, but he still
was. They were together, happy, without him and he was all alone
wondering what he'd done to screw his life up as much as he had. It
just wasn't fair. Pressing the palm of his hand to his eyes, Nick
fought not to cry, getting angry as tears slipped past the lids. He
wasn't even sure of what he was crying for anymore, if not just for the
reason that he had never felt so alone or lost in his whole life. The
six pack of Corona in his fridge was looking more and more tempting,
not to mention the stash he kept in the liquor cabinet down in the
basement.
Before he even registered hitting the button or bringing the phone to
his ear, Nick heard a soft "Hello?" and closed his eyes trying to
regulate his breathing.
"Can I come over?" Nick pleaded softly. If they turned him down, it was
straight to the beer and liquor. This was his last option.
"Carter? Get the fuck over here. You better be here in less than forty
minutes."
Nick sobbed out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a snort. "It
takes an hour Chris."
"I've seen you drive. And be safe, I don't want someone having to
scrape you off the sidewalk."
Chris slammed down the phone and Nick felt relief in the decision to
call him. He knew Chris didn't know why he was crying, but it didn't
matter, the fact that he was crying was enough for Chris' inherent need
to mother the people he loved to emerge and demand Nick go right over.
He also knew that when he got there, Chris would have everything ready
for him to mend whatever it was that needed mending. There would be
enough sugar to put them both into a slight coma, chick flicks AND man
movies, depending on what the situation called for, and a hot running
bath with vanilla and peppermint and whatever other oils Chris kept for
soothing situations. Nick also knew that if any of this got out to
anyone OTHER than those who Chris loved to mother, he'd be dead where
he stood. As tough as the older man liked to pretend he was, he was
really one of the softest people Nick knew, which made Nick feel even
more special when he pulled into the driveway just over forty five
minutes later.
"I said forty minutes Carter." Chris was waiting for him on the
verandah, looking unimpressed.
Nick slid out of his SUV and held his hands up in surrender. "The line
at 7-11 was long bro. And the last time I showed up without a slurpee
you went ape shit." Nick smiled at how Chris' eyes narrowed and his
lips formed a thin line.
"This is supposed to be about you and why you phoned me in the middle
of the day fucking sobbing. You're not supposed to be bringing me
anything." Nick didn't miss the way Chris' eyes lit up at the C-Plus
Orange slurpee he handed him, the biggest size they had.
"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things but I do. Now lets go inside,
this thing's fucking freezing."
Chris didn't care that he'd already showered, the bath wasn't about
getting clean, it was about cleansing. Nick didn't understand the
difference, even after all of these years, and Chris simply rolled his
eyes and pushed him into the bathroom to undress. Nick was to just do
as he was told and not interrupt Chris' powers of healing. When Nick
didn't move fast enough, Chris put down the Slurpee, which inherently
had already given him at least a dozen brain freezes in the ten minutes
Nick had been there, and moved to undress Nick causing for the blonde
to giggle and jump away from Chris' hands.
"They're cold fucker," Nick screeched as he batted Chris' hands away.
"Then get the fuck undressed. I'll be back in a second."
Minutes later Nick was already sitting in the tub, head resting against
the bathtub pillow Chris had, letting the steam and the oils seep into
his pores. His eyes had fluttered shut and his mind was slowly clearing
of everything as Nick registered the sound of the bathroom door opening
and Chris stepping in. He didn't bother to open his eyes because he
knew with Chris, he didn't have to. There was a brief flash of coldness
pressed against his forehead and Nick knew without having to ask that
it was Chris pressing a kiss to his skin. He giggled at the sensation.
"What's so funny?" Chris said in a voice softer than anyone would have
believed to come from him.
"Your lips, they're cold from the Slurpee." Nick finally opened his
eyes as he heard the older man giggle.
"I brought you some."
When Nick saw the offering he couldn't help but giggle himself. Chris
has put together a tray of snacks for him and there it was, the offered
slurpee in a martini glass. He shook his head in disbelief, a smile
playing on his lips. They stayed in the bathroom, Chris perched on a
chair beside the tub until the water started to cool and Nick was ready
to get out. There was always a moment as Nick was stepping into the
water where Nick thought that this part of the ritual was pointless,
but he always felt more calm and relaxed as he was getting out of the
water. Nick had to admit that Chris knew what he was doing when it came
to healing people's broken hearts.
There were rules though and Nick always worried that he'd forget one
and piss Chris off. But as he stood perfectly still and allowed for
Chris to carefully pat him dry and bundle him up in the towel before
steering him into the bedroom it all rushed back to him in perfect
clarity. It had been quite a while since the last time, but images
flashed in his mind and Nick felt his stomach flutter a few times.
Chris handed him a pair of oversized jogging pants that were most
likely his or Joey's since the legs were too long to be Chris' and the
waist was too wide to be Justin's and a tee shirt that was most
definitely Chris'.
"Ice cream?" Chris asked cocking an eyebrow. Nick shook his head but
knew it was in vain since Chris already had a plan for the evening and
right after the bath was ice cream while watching a movie. "Fine, you
want to talk about it right now then?"
He thought he did but just thinking about the scene that had played
itself out in his bedroom earlier choked him up and brought tears to
his eyes. It was still too soon and suddenly ice cream and a two hour
distraction didn't sound too bad. "You got mint chocolate chip?"
Chris rolled his eyes with affection and smiled as he ruffled Nick's
hair. "This your first time here Carter? Of course I've got mint
chocolate chip. I've got at least five different types of ice cream in
my freezer at all times baby. You all can't like the same type now can
you? Nooo, everyone's gotta want something else. Fucking ungrateful
bastards." The love in Chris' tone caused for Nick to chuckle because
he knew how much Chris loved taking care of them. In fact, Nick could
remember one time that Lance had been distraught over something once
and had chosen to wallow by himself. When Chris found out he'd gone
insane and they'd learned pretty fast that they never had to go through
anything alone, no matter how bad they thought things were. In that
crisis, Lance hadn't wanted to bother anyone with his problems and for
that he had become the example to live by.
Nick headed out the bedroom door first, flinching when he felt a
flicker of pain against his ear. "Ow, what the fuck was that for?" He
squealed as he jumped out of the way.
"THAT was for trying to fuck up the programme. Bath and snacks, movie
and ice cream and THEN talking. You always think you want to talk after
the bath and snacks but you're never ready for it. There's a reason why
it's last on the agenda, Nickolas. Don't think I don't know."
Nick cocked his head to the side waiting for the lecture that he knew
was forthcoming. "Everyone has their own schedule. Like with Joey, we
eat something comforting like pasta and meatballs or lasagna while we
talk. With JC we have to talk before we do anything or else I lose him
completely, and with Lance.." Chris couldn't help but chuckle. "Well we
won't get into Lance's hang-ups right now because we don't have all
night. But you have to completely destress and remove yourself from the
situation before I can even think about getting you to talk about it.
At least without you wanting to curl up and cry." Chris could see Nick
getting embarrassed so he shook his head and pulled Nick into his arms.
"Don't do that, get all shy and embarrassed. It's just how you are,
Baby, you're more sensitive than anyone would give you credit for."
It was the truth but Nick still hated hearing about how emotional he
would get, especially in relation to the other guys in Chris' life.
Sometimes it felt as though he was always running to Chris with a
problem and although he knew the older man didn't mind, it made Nick
self conscious. Rather than dwell on it, Nick tried to shake off the
feeling of anxiety that was still lingering. They silently headed
downstairs where Nick took his seat at the island stool and Chris
scooped out two bowls of ice cream. Nick's in the blue bowl and his own
in the orange bowl. "So, what movie we got tonight?"
Chris only let out a soft murmur in response, ignoring the question.
The only acknowledgment Nick got was Chris barely raising his head to
wink at him. Nick knew when not to push.
Two hours later Nick's bowl had been emptied twice and he was sitting
with his hand on his stomach, rubbing it lightly. "Too much ice cream,
why did you let me have that second bowl?"
Chris could only giggle and shake his head. "If I'm right, I still have
the bite marks from where you tried to eat through me to get to the ice
cream, so don't be crying to me, you big baby." Chris shut the DVD
player off, followed by the TV. He carried the dirty dishes to the
kitchen and joined Nick once more on the couch, curling up with the
younger man.
Nick loved the feel of Chris' arms around his waist, the way their legs
were tangled together and how when he put his head on Chris' chest, he
could practically feel his heartbeat as if it was his own. The sound
was soothing and comforting, combined with the way Chris' fingers were
stroking his scalp it put Nick into a place where he could talk about
the day without getting worked up about it. "We broke up today." Nick
could feel Chris stiffen and he buried his face deeper into his tee
shirt.
"We meaning..."
Nick raised his head as Chris' question trailed off. Looking straight
into Chris' eyes he didn't smile as he answered, "Me and Paris." It
wasn't as if Nick was seeing anyone else so there shouldn't have been a
question as to who he was referring.
"Don't look at me like that Nickolas."
"What the fuck do you mean by 'we meaning?' Who else would it be?"
Now Chris' body was completely rigid and Nick sensed he was getting
annoyed. "Oh, I don't know. How about any of the other people you're
fucking too?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Chris rolled his eyes and sighed. "You say you're not in a relationship
with Justin or Kevin but you fuck them regularly. I don't care what any
of you say, you're dating. All of you. And lets not get into the
arrangement between you and me. So it's a justifiable question, all
right? Don't get bitchy with me." Chris knew when to push and when not
to push and didn't hesitate in pushing when Nick was overreacting. He
felt the blonde relax against him again before resting his head back
down on his chest. It was when he let out a deep breath that Chris did
the same.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really..."
"Shhh," Chris soothed, petting Nick's hair. "It's okay. Just.. relax,
Baby." He waited until they were both calm before speaking. "So you and
Paris are done huh?" His response was Nick nodding against his chest.
"What happened?"
A battled waged itself in Nick's mind of whether or not to tell Chris
everything. He couldn't lie to him, but there were things that he
didn't want the older man to know, mostly that of his phone call after
the fact to Kevin and Justin which ended with him fleeing to Chris.
That part could be left out. So in a voice that trembled from time to
time, Nick relayed the whole scene that had played itself out in his
bedroom earlier that day. From Paris coming over and Nick's total
apathy, to the distance growing between them on a daily level to Nick
screaming Kevin's name mid orgasm. He told Chris of their talk
afterwards and how he'd never expected her to fall in love with him and
wished that for once in his life he could do things the easy way.
"It's hard Nick, I mean on one hand you want stability but on the other
hand it's not what you're used to. Do you know what I mean? You want it
so bad, and then when you get it you wonder how you could settle for it
because it's not what you thought it was going to be."
What frightened Nick was that it wasn't the stability that Nick was
having a problem with, it was her. Well, her in the fact that it wasn't
who he *really* wanted and the past few months had made him realize
that with frightening clarity. The relationship he'd taken for granted
all this time, the relationship that wasn't supposed to be a
relationship but moreso a casual thing meant more to him than anything
he could ever have with anyone else. What he answered with was a soft,
"I guess." He should have known Chris would be able to figure out what
was going on inside his head anyways.
"But you do want the happy home. The one person forever and ever. Don't
you?"
Nick didn't answer. He knew he didn't have to.
"Do they know?"
Nick's pulse raced and he took a sharp breath. He wondered if Chris
knew. "How did you know? I never said anything..."
"You didn't need to. Although I can't for the life of me figure out who
it is. I've got my own predictions, but I'm not certain."
Nick allowed himself to relax, relieved that Chris hadn't figured out
who he wanted. Until he sorted things out in his own mind, Nick wasn't
planning on making any revelations about his feelings. There were too
many people involved, too much at stake to just blurt it out, to
anyone. "Who do you think it is?"
Chris shook his head, face serious. "No way, I'm not saying a word. If
I'm right you're going to get all paranoid and shit, but if I'm wrong
you'll be wondering why I thought that and maybe start to look into
things that you wouldn't have looked into otherwise. Until you say
something definite, I'm keeping my mouth shut."
"I just don't know what to do." Nick sighed as the weight of the day's
events settled on top of his chest. What he really needed to do was
just get away, this time by himself to give him time to really think
about what he wanted.
Chris continued to stroke his hair and press kisses to the top of his
head. "I don't know what to tell you Nick. It's a pretty intense
situation, very complicated and it's hard. But you know you're never
alone right? You've always got me, and I know J and Kevin will always
be there for you too."
Without thinking about it, Nick's body tensed at the mention of Justin
and Kevin's names. He knew without having to be told that Chris not
only noticed his body stiffening but was instantly curious. Looking up
he saw Chris' eyes fixed on him, a curious expression on his face.
"What aren't you telling me?"
Nick buried his face in Chris' chest. "I don't want to talk about it."
There must have been something in the tone of his voice because Nick
felt Chris exhale and he didn't say anything in response. "Not yet."
Half an hour passed without a word from either man. They remained
curled up together, minds wandering and basking in the calm atmosphere
around them. It was Nick who moved first. He looked up, lips curling
into a small smile at the sight of Chris' eyes closed and his lips
barely parted. The older man wasn't sleeping, that Nick was sure of.
Nick moved up just enough so that their faces were directly in front of
each other. He nuzzled Chris' cheek playfully.
Chris opened one eye first, then the other. Nick was nose to nose with
him, eyes watching him with aroused interest. "What are you doing?" He
asked, voice barely a whisper.
"Sayin' hello." Nick leaned in to press their lips together, giving
Chris the barest of kisses. "Sayin' thanks," he added as he kissed
Chris harder, their eyes locked the entire time.
Chris couldn't resist the sweetness of Nick's kiss, the way Nick seemed
to surround and overwhelm him and the feel of the younger man on top of
him even if it was as innocent as them just kissing. He moaned against
Nick's mouth as his hands wove into blonde spikes and pulled their
bodies together tightly. They quickly felt the passion between them
escalating and fell into a comfortable pace of not taking things
further physically but surpassing the actions emotionally. Everything
outside of that room, that embrace was forgotten as Chris continued to
execute his plan in helping to ease Nick's pain. It was a considerable
time later when they broke apart, lips swollen and heat radiating
through their bodies.
"You okay?" Chris whispered against Nick's throat. He giggled as Nick
shivered, the feeling traveling through his body.
"I think so." He wasn't one hundred percent there, but was closer than
had he stayed home and drank himself into a stupor. Thoughts of Justin
and Kevin were the furthest thing from his mind as all Nick could
concentrate on was the feeling of Chris pressed tight against him and
knowing how loved he was. "I'm glad I called."
"Me too." Chris wondered why Nick hadn't gone to Justin or Kevin first
which only brought forth the question of if he had gone to them, why he
hadn't stayed. There was more that Nick wasn't telling him, Chris was
sure of it but he knew that if Nick hadn't volunteered the information
during his soul spilling session, he wasn't ready to talk about it.
Knowing Nick like he did, Chris predicted that Nick might never be
ready to tell him everything, especially where it was concerning
Justin. Kevin was another story and the two of them had discussed
Nick's relationship with him at great lengths, but Kevin wasn't one of
Chris' best friends and Nick always was wary of sharing every intimate
detail of his relationship with Justin. At times Chris resented that
because he knew Nick needed to be able to get it all out, but other
times he was thankful, there were just some things you didn't need to
know about your best friend and despite what everyone that knew them
thought, Chris and Justin had
never nor would they ever push their friendship past platonic
into physical.
Conversation had gone past Nick's reason for visiting to neutral
topics, both men reveling in the fact that they were there in each
other's arms, sharing the intimate moment. Every so often, one would
instigate a gentle kiss which often rolled into an intensely passionate
battle between tongues and playful bites, but it never went past
roaming hands over clothes. They had both heard the phone ring what
felt like hours ago, neither wanting to move to answer it. It was
because of that Justin's arrival was such a surprise to them.
Kevin had long since left and Justin remained in his kitchen, mulling
everything over in his mind. There was something pulling at his heart
and stomach that he couldn't quite grasp and he felt confusion filling
his mind. Despite the fact that he had no reason to, he felt guilty
about not being there when Nick needed him. And not only that, he was
with Kevin at the time which caused for a feeling of betrayal to
overwhelm him. He wasn't betraying Nick, neither of them were, but
Justin couldn't figure out why it felt like he was. As his thoughts
whirled around his mind, he changed his and Nick's positions. Eyes
closed, Justin pictured needing to talk to Nick or even Kevin and
phoning them only to find that they were together. Sighing, Justin knew
that they were seriously going to have to sit down and come up with
some game plan as to avoid this happening every single time any of them
got together.
The phone was in arm's reach and Justin picked it up, dialing Chris'
number. After seven rings voice mail kicked in and Justin hung up
before being given the chance to leave a message. He didn't want to
talk to a machine, he wanted to talk to his best friend. Chris was
home, he was always home. Odds were he was playing a game or doing
something and was too lazy to get off his ass and find the cordless.
Justin was out the door and halfway to Chris' house knowing that the
best thing to do would be to just drop in on him. Nick's car in the
driveway didn't go unnoticed as Justin pulled in, the jealousy pooling
in his stomach. Justin suddenly wondered if Chris hadn't answered for a
different reason.
Using the key Chris had given him the day he'd bought the house, Justin
let himself in and called out. "CHRIS?" He toed out of his sneakers and
tossed his hoodie on the banister as he listened for a response. When
none was forthcoming, Justin called again. "C? YOU HERE?" Still, he was
met with silence. He decided to give the basement a try, knowing that
if they weren't in the bedroom, and Justin wasn't sure if he was
prepared to see THAT today, they'd be downstairs where all of Chris'
'toys' were. If he'd thought he wasn't prepared to see Nick and Chris
naked and in the middle of sex, he surely wasn't ready to see them
curled together on the couch, oblivious to anything more than five feet
away from them. What was the worst about seeing them in that position
was that it was beyond sexual, beyond physical and more intimate.
Emotional. Meaningful. His stomach churned and Justin felt anger settle
over him. Anger and possessiveness.
In the few seconds he'd considered turning around and exiting the way
he'd come in Chris looked up and their eyes met. Justin saw surprise
etched on Chris' face and he blushed knowing he was sending off some
pretty serious hate vibes towards his best friend. "J? When'd you get
here?"
At the sound of Justin's name on Chris' lips Nick stiffened and felt
his pulse accelerate. He closed his eyes tight and burrowed his face
deeper into Chris' chest hoping that Justin would think he was
sleeping. Facing him was the last thing he wanted right now.
"I... called. No one answered and I thought..." Justin squeaked with
embarrassment. The awkwardness in the room was stifling. "Hey Nicky."
He could tell by the erratic rise and fall of Nick's back that he
wasn't sleeping, despite the blonde's efforts to appear as though he
was. He waited a few seconds and watched as Nick rolled to his back and
slowly turned his head to face him. Nick looked everything but thrilled
to see him and Justin felt his stomach churn.
"Hey."
Chris sighed. All of the effort he'd gone to in hopes of relieving Nick
of the stress and anxiety he'd been holding on to was shot to hell in
less than ten seconds. They were right where they'd started from,
probably more so since Nick clearly wasn't ready to face one of the
major reasons for his stress. If he hadn't felt before that Nick was
holding something back that afternoon, he sure as hell was now. "I'm
going to get a drink. Either of you want anything?"
Nick shook his head as Chris crawled over him to get out from against
the back of the couch. "I'm good, thanks."
Justin shrugged. "Whatever you're having." His eyes locked with his
best friend's and Justin could read a mixture of emotions in their
depths. In that second he put his hand on Chris' shoulder and shrugged
in defeat. "You know what? Never mind. I didn't realize that I would be
interrupting something. I'm gonna just go." Justin looked between Chris
and Nick and turned around to head back up the stairs. It was Chris who
stopped him.
"Don't be an asshole J. I'll be back in a few, sit down."
Justin's protest died on his lips the second he saw the expression on
Chris' face, the one that said 'Don't fuck with me, just do what I
say." He only nodded and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt nervously.
Chris headed up the stairs, leaving Nick and Justin alone. Nick sat up
and adjusted his tee shirt which had ridden up from the position he was
laying in. He then ran fingers through his blonde hair, nerves were
making him fidgety.
"I'm sorry.. if you wanted to be alone.." Justin shrugged sheepishly,
looking everywhere but at Nick.
"Not a problem. We were just talking. If I'd wanted to be alone I'd
have stayed home."
"Looked like you two were doing more than just talking from where I was
standing." Justin flinched at the expression on Nick's face. It was as
though he'd been slapped in the face and Justin knew he wasn't one to
talk, especially today. "I'm sorry, that came out..."
"Exactly as you intended. Fuck, what is it with people bringing to my
attention what a whore I am today? Must be something in the air. I'm
glad that the people who profess to love me so much seem to think so
little of me." Nick was instantly on the defensive, he crossed his arms
over his chest and sat in a position that clearly didn't invite Justin
to join him.
Justin didn't know what Nick was referring to but he was too busy
regretting his choice of words to think about it too much. He couldn't
get the vision of Nick and Chris wrapped up together so intimately out
of his mind, and although he was in no position to make accusations he
felt jealous and betrayed that Nick had gone to Chris for comfort. That
jealousy was overriding all common sense. "Why are you here?"
Nick thought about it for a moment before answering. "None of your
business J." Now it was Justin who looked like he'd been slapped in the
face. Nick's voice was cold and detached, his eyes resting coolly on
Justin's reaction. Finally, Nick relented and rubbed his hands over his
face in exhaustion. He wasn't sure if he could handle much more, a
fight with Justin was sure to put him over the edge. "I'm sorry. It's
just.. I needed someone to talk to."
"You phoned earlier, why'd you hang up? You know, if you wanted to talk
to someone." He had someone to talk to, two people to talk to that
would have dropped everything if they'd have known Nick needed them.
They could have invited him over and helped him with whatever it was he
needed help with. But he'd hung up and shut them out. If Justin allowed
himself to think about it, he'd have reacted the same way but his mind
glossed over that little fact. When Nick wasn't moving to answer Justin
continued. "You phoned and hung up, I know it was you because my caller
ID had your name on it. Why?"
"You were busy." Was all Nick answered with. There was no anger in his
voice, just defeat.
"Not too busy for you Nicky," Justin crossed the room and sat down next
to Nick, fully expecting him to make room to allow him in. He was
surprised when Nick failed to move. They sat side by side awkwardly.
"Yeah, you were."
He was. And they both knew it, only Nick was willing to admit it. But
it still pissed Justin off that Nick went to Chris with whatever was
bothering him. Odds were that, at that moment, the only other person
who knew what had upset Nick was upstairs making something to drink and
Justin knew that neither of them would talk until the time was right,
if at all.
They sat in silence until Chris came back down. The tension in the room
was so thick it was stifling. Chris crossed the room until he stood in
front of Justin, holding out a glass of lemonade. "Move."
"What?"
"You're in my spot. Move."
Justin balked at the older man, unable to believe he was actually going
to make him move. "Why?"
"My couch, my house, my spot. I was there first."
After a few choice words Justin stood and moved to the chair next to
the couch. His mood darkened as Chris laid back against the arm of the
chair and Nick curled against his side. When Chris' arm snaked around
him protectively Justin could have swore he tasted blood from biting
his lip so hard.
"Well, this isn't weird at all," Chris noted sarcastically. He looked
down at the man in his arms, feeling him trembling slightly and
refusing to even turn his head in the direction that Justin was
sitting. Next he turned to face his best friend not at all surprised at
the looks of death that were being shot at him through slitted eyes.
Chris shook his head and reached for the remote, turning on the
television. Finding a basketball game that was on, Chris left it on
that channel and settled in for what was shaping up to be a long, drama
filled afternoon.
Pizza was ordered for dinner, and as the night wore on, the tension
eased. A little. It was Justin who stood first, indicating that he was
ready to go. "I'm gonna head out now." He stretched out his back and
legs, fighting off a yawn. On the whole, the day had been emotionally
draining.
Chris looked first at Nick then at Justin, waiting to see what was
going to happen next. Justin had attempted a few times to make small
talk with Nick who had completely ignored him. Clearly something had
been said during his absence and the blonde hadn't fully gotten over
it. He watched Justin's face fall and wished he could do something.
Unfortunately, it wasn't his place to intervene. "Okay Jup, thanks for
comin over." Chris slid out from under Nick and stood up to walk his
best friend out. "I'll go up with you."
Justin's heart fell at the way Nick barely even acknowledged him all
afternoon. He knew he'd fucked up by calling his relationship with
Chris out but he'd been hurt. Probably as hurt as Nick had been when
he'd called and Kevin answered. "You maybe wanna come Nick?"
Nick blinked, not taking his focus off of the screen in front of him.
It was killing him but he couldn't talk to Justin, not now and not in
the state of emotion he was in. It was easier to ignore him than to get
into things, so he did just that. He registered Justin's deep sigh and
Chris' annoyed exhale of breath and knew in that moment Chris was going
to be pretty pissed at him when he came back into the house. He blinked
back the tears that were threatening and tried to calm his breathing.
Finally Justin realized he wasn't going to get an answer and Nick heard
him speak again.
"Okay, well then I'll talk to you later. Bye."
Still Nick said nothing, his heart cracking the entire time.
Chris walked Justin out and they both ignored what was first and
foremost on their minds as they pretended that nothing was wrong. Chris
told him to call sometime so they could get together for some golf or
something and Justin promised he would.
Nick flinched when he opened his eyes to find Chris looming over him.
He hadn't even heard him come back into the house and there he was,
arms crossed, eyes squinting and lips formed into a tight line. He had
been right, Chris was pissed. Nick was the first to react though, his
voice lacking any emotion. "I know. I know you're mad and you know
what, I don't fucking care okay? Leave me the hell alone. I don't want
to deal with this right now."
"Why the fuck were you so rude to him today? If you hadn't have been so
fucking childish you would have seen how much your cold shoulder hurt
him. You didn't even look at him let alone answer him any of the dozen
times he tried talking to you."
Nick fought to remember that Chris didn't know everything about the
day's events and so he couldn't even begin to understand why he was so
hurt. So for that reason he allowed for Chris to yell at him without
fighting back.
"I love you Nick, you know I do, but I don't like people treating my
friends like shit. If he did the same thing to you that you did to him
tonight I'd be just as pissed at him, but .... I can't even talk to you
right now. I'm going upstairs, let yourself out when you're done." And
with that, Chris shook his head in disappointment and went upstairs,
leaving Nick to lay on the couch and stare blankly at the TV screen. He
didn't know. He had no clue as to what was going on inside of Nick's
head and Nick wasn't in any mood to get into it. Especially when he
knew there would be an 'I told you so' somewhere in Chris' lectures.
Nick wasn't going home, that much was for sure and he knew Chris knew
it too because an hour and a half later when he finished watching a
show on thunder storms and electrical currents of lightening he headed
up the stairs to find that the security alarms were already set. Chris
had locked up for the night knowing that Nick would be staying. There
was half a second when Nick paused in the hall deciding where he was
going to sleep that night. He knew that there were half a dozen rooms
he could comfortably sleep in but looking at the end of the hall, he
saw Chris' door was open. Chris always slept with the door shut so
therein was an invitation. Nick was expected to join Chris in his room.
He would have smiled if he could find the energy to do so.
"What aren't you telling me, Nicky?" Chris asked softly, startling Nick
as he slid in behind the older man. He fit his body into a spooning
position with Chris and relaxed into the comfortable familiarity.
"Nothing. You're right, I'm an asshole." Nick simply said. He'd rather
have Chris think he was an asshole then have to deal with everything
else that was going on in his mind. The problem with Chris was that he
always knew. Knew when you were lying and knew everything you didn't
want him to.
"No, you're not. You're a lot of things, Baby, but an asshole isn't one
of them. You don't have to protect him with me. If he's done
something..."
And there was the problem, Justin HADN'T done anything. Nothing to
warrant Nick to be mad at him, but he was and it wasn't something that
was easily explained. Nick didn't want the thought of Justin and Kevin
together to hurt as much as it did. He wanted to be happy for the two
of them, as happy as when he was with either of them, but it was hard
to tell his heart that when it was breaking at the thought of them
getting together without him. There was a part of him that still saw
both of his lovers as his and his alone. Not to mention the confusion
in his head at how much his breakup with Paris was affecting him. He'd
thought that when they finally did break up that he would have been
able to do it without looking back, but nothing could have been farther
from the truth. There was also the fact that he had assumed their
relationship would have lasted longer than it had. Nick was being
bombarded with too many emotions all at once and he was tired of
thinking. Tired of everything and
wanted just to be left alone. "You wouldn't understand," was all
he said, hoping that his voice didn't betray how emotional he was at
the thought of everything that had happened that day.
"I'm trying to Nicky. I'm trying to understand so I can help you. But I
can't do that if you won't let me in." Chris waited for Nick to respond
with hopes that he would finally break down and fill him in on the
missing pieces, except that Nick's breathing evened out and Chris
realized that the younger man had fallen asleep. The day's pressure had
caught up with him and Nick had finally been able to lose himself in
unconscious oblivion. If Chris was to get answers from him, it would
have to wait another day.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"If he hasn't done anything wrong, I think you should go and talk to
him. Apologize for how you treated him yesterday and tell him what's
been going on with you. I think he needs to know."
They were eating breakfast at Chris's kitchen table, the TV on the
counter playing some cheesy cartoon that neither man had ever heard of
before. Nick barely blinked as he spooned another mouthful of eggs past
his lips and chewed thoughtfully.
"I think you need to mind your own business." Nick said once his mouth
was clear of food.
"I think if you want me to mind my own business, next time you'll leave
me the fuck alone and call someone else." They both knew that Chris
wouldn't ever mind his own business and Nick would always call, it was
just how they both were and fighting was part of their quirky
relationship. It didn't stop Nick from giving him the finger and
cursing at him under his breath. A little over forty minutes later he
was getting his things together and preparing to leave. "Where are you
going?" Chris asked. He didn't bother getting up from where he was
sitting.
"I'm going over to Justin's to apologize and tell him what's been going
on." Their eyes met and Nick watched Chris grin in victory.
"Good. I hate it when you two fight."
"We're not fighting."
"Well you weren't fucking so..." Nick had to nod at Chris' accuracy.
Truth was truth and Chris knew the truth. "Tell him I say hi and you
call me later okay babe?"
Nick promised to call and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Chris'
head. His mind was focused on all of the conflicting thoughts rushing
through his head and before he knew it, Nick was sitting in front of
Justin's house staring up at the large mansion. Despite the fact that
his mind was screaming at him to get out of the car and walk up the
path to Justin's front door, Nick couldn't move. His heart was racing
and his palms were sweating profusely, all signs of Nick's reluctance
to deal with his insecurities. Ten minutes later he opened the car door
and slid out, feeling his heart beat faster with each step he took
closer to the house.
Justin looked genuinely shocked when he opened the door a few minutes
after Nick had rang the bell. Nick flashed him an embarrassed smile and
shrugged as Justin held up his hand. "Uhhh, sorry Kev, had to answer
the door."
Nick felt as if someone had kicked him in the gut at the mention of
Kevin's name. Without thinking about it, he spun around to return to
his car stopped only by Justin grabbing a hold of his tee shirt. It was
too soon and Nick knew he should never have come over. Of course Chris
would suggest it, but without knowing what he was talking about the
advice was pointless. Trying to wrestle himself out of Justin's grip
was to no avail because the younger man had him in a tight grip.
"It's Nick, so I'm gonna go." Justin paused for a moment, listening to
Kevin speak before answering. "Yeah, I'll be at Lance's, not sure how
long. You want to talk to him? Give us about ten minutes and call back.
Yeah, you too. Bye."
The last person Justin had been expecting at the door was Nick, but as
they stood there face to face Justin couldn't have been more relieved.
Judging by the look on his face, it was clear that he'd have rather
been almost anywhere else, but his presence was enough to give Justin
the hope that they'd be able to fix whatever had wedged between them.
He ended the call and set the phone on the banister as he looked at
Nick questioningly. "Where are you going?"
"Home. I shouldn't have come, you were busy." Nick made no move to
leave but wouldn't look Justin in the eye either.
"God damn Nick, I was just on the phone." Justin sighed with
frustration and let Nick's shirt go. If he wanted to leave that bad,
Justin wasn't going to stop him. He wasn't about keeping people against
their will, no matter how much he wanted him to stay. "And he wants to
talk to you, by the way."
"I figured."
Nick hadn't left so Justin took that as a good sign. He stepped in
closer and cupped Nick's face in his hands. "What is going on with you?
Please tell me."
Nick's face softened at the emotion on Justin's face, the gentle way he
held his cheek in his hand. There was so much he wanted to tell him but
couldn't find the words to begin. "I don't know J. I'm sorry."
"You hurt me so much yesterday."
Him. It was all about him and for some reason that grated on Nick's
already frayed nerves. He only sighed and took a half step back.
"You're going somewhere?"
Justin watched as Nick shut down and put up a wall between them. It had
to have been something Justin said because only moments earlier he was
certain that Nick was ready to explain what had bothered him the day
before, but now that moment had passed and Nick was moving on. He'd
lost any chance to have a heart to heart with Nick. Shoulders sagging
Justin accepted it with resignation and stretched his back and neck.
"Uh, yeah. I'm going over to Lance's to do some work. Go over some
documents or some shit. Not sure how long I'll be."
Nick nodded, focusing on the phone sitting on the bannister. "Well have
fun, tell Lance I say hi." He was caught off guard as Justin pulled him
close and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. It was so unexpected that
Nick barely had time to react before Justin had pulled away.
"Whether or not you believe it right now; I love you Nicky. I'm sorry
you're so mad at me. Now Kevin's going to call in a few minutes and if
you're not going to tell ME what's wrong, at least tell him. He's been
worried sick." With that, Justin went back into the house to get his
things together and left Nick alone on the verandah with the phone in
his hand. The shrill ringing startled him slightly.
"Hello?"
"Jesus Christ Nicky, what's going on with you?" At the sound of Kevin's
voice in his ear, Nick trembled violently. He wasn't going to cry, but
it didn't stop his hands from shaking. There wasn't anger in Kevin's
voice, just confusion and just a little frustration.
"Are you busy?" Nick asked, voice surprisingly steady. Kevin must have
sensed that whatever it was was big because Nick heard him exhale
loudly before answering.
"Never. Meet me..."
"At the beach." Nick needed to be close to the water, it always seemed
to soothe and calm him. He looked up to see Justin watching him
curiously. "Hold on a second." Nick set down the phone on the railing
and approached Justin, kissing him similarly to how he'd been kissed
just minutes earlier. He mightn't have been ready to talk about it, but
he didn't want Justin thinking he hated him. The relief in the younger
man's eyes was enough for Nick to pull him in and kiss him again, this
time both men active participants.
"I'll see you later?" Justin had to ask. He hated the thought of not
being there for Nick when he needed him, but this thing with Lance
couldn't be rescheduled. Nick nodded and Justin smiled. One more kiss
was placed to Nick's cheek and Justin rushed down the stairs towards
his jeep. He knew Nick would lock up when he was ready to go, they'd
long since exchanged keys and security passwords.
Nick picked the phone back up and headed into Justin's house making his
way to the bedroom. "Okay, I just had to say good-bye to Justin. So
we'll meet at the beach in an hour?" Nick found an old pair of his
jeans and a tee shirt, taking them into the bathroom. If he was going
to meet up with Kevin in public, he figured that he should at least
take a shower and look presentable, not that old holy sweats weren't
the rage.
"An hour sounds good. See you then."
Nick had an hour to try and figure out what was going on inside his
head and how he was going to explain it to Kevin who most likely had
already heard Justin's side of things.
~*~*~*~*~
Kevin was sitting on a bench, drinking a soda from the snack shop when
Nick strolled up. There were butterflies in Nick's stomach but he was
bound and determined to make it through this conversation without
wanting to cry. They simply exchanged smiles as Nick sat down, Kevin
discreetly squeezing Nick's thigh in a move that was meant to be
comforting. Kevin could see the redness in Nick's eyes, a clear sign
that the younger man hadn't slept well not to mention the lines
decorating his forehead.
Nick knew Kevin was expecting some sort of answer as to what had gotten
into him the past while so he figured it was best to just get down to
the heart of the matter. "Paris and I broke up."
Kevin had been expecting almost anything, but that wasn't on the list.
He'd known how good the two were for each other. It was a pairing that
not a lot of people had believed would work, but knowing Nick as well
as he did, it was clear how happy they made each other. As unlikely a
couple they were, they were just as good for one another and hearing
that they'd decided to break up sent a jolt of regret through Kevin's
body. The one thing that had surprised Kevin most about their
relationship was that she knew of Nick's infidelity and it didn't
bother her. As long as he was safe and she still had a little piece of
him to herself, she didn't care what he did with his other free time.
Kevin couldn't help but wonder where things had gone wrong with the
two. "I'm sorry."
Nick cocked his head to the side and studied Kevin's face for a few
minutes. He wasn't entirely sure of what Kevin was apologizing for or
what he was looking for in Kevin's reaction, but when he didn't sense
any note of sarcasm he nodded. "Thanks. It was..." Nick swallowed
thickly, the scene from his bedroom replaying itself in his mind over
and over again. "..hard. Really bad scene."
"When?" Kevin flinched, knowing the answer but having to ask. It was
only twenty four hours earlier, he was sure of it. That was why Nick
had left him the message at home on his voice mail on the brink of
tears. It was why he'd called Justin only to find Kevin answer the
phone. And it was most likely why he'd gone to Chris' when neither of
his other lovers' were available. Kevin felt the knife in his stomach
turn just a little at the pain etched on Nick's face. He'd long since
tried getting the desperation in Nick's voice from the message to stop
ringing in his ears.
"Yesterday. When I called." Nick wondered if he should tell Kevin
everything but then sighed when he knew he would anyways. "We were
having sex and she was riding me. I was so fucking close to cumming and
just as she started to ride me harder, I screamed out..." Nick let out
a soft chuckle as he looked into Kevin's eyes. "I screamed your name."
Kevin couldn't help but feel just a little bit of pride at that
admission as his lips curled into a smirk. It was definitely ego
boosting to have someone scream out your name while fucking someone
else. He focused his attention on Nick to see the blonde smiling at him.
"Kinky fucker."
He couldn't help but shrug. "Little bit."
Slowly, Nick relayed the same story he'd told Chris the day before
including everything that Paris had said and how it had left him
feeling. "Then I called you, but no one answered. I just needed to talk
to you and get everything out of my head. I left you a message and
phoned J, but you answered and it was clear I was interrupting
something. So I hung up."
Kevin felt his gut clench at the sadness in Nick's voice. He knew
without having to be told that Nick was feeling abandoned by everyone
and to know that the two people you counted on the most were together
when you needed them, Kevin understood why Nick had been so distant the
night before.
"You were jealous." He whispered. Nick's face went white and Kevin
could see the anxiety in his eyes.
"What?"
"J said you were really distant last night. Wouldn't even look at him
and he couldn't figure out what was wrong or why you were mad at him,
but that's it, isn't it?" Nick's silence told Kevin everything he
needed to know. "Why didn't you tell him why you were upset? You should
have at least let him know about you and Paris."
Nick shook his head and rolled his eyes. "He wasn't interested in
knowing why I was upset."
Kevin stared at Nick with disbelief. "Excuse me? I'd say he was pretty
interested. You KNOW he wanted to know what was wrong, why didn't you
say anything."
"Because he didn't care. He was more focused on being jealous about me
being there with Chris than why I was there. You didn't see the
expression on his face Kevin, you didn't hear the tone in his voice
when he insinuated that it was more than it was. Just because Chris and
I HAVE fucked in the past, doesn't mean we fuck every single time we
get together. And even if I WAS there for that, which I wasn't by the
way, what's it any of his business? I mean, it's not like he wasn't
fucking you earlier in the day so why the hell shouldn't I be able to
fuck who I want." Now Nick was yelling, not caring who could overhear
him. Thankfully they were alone on the part of the beach they were at
so no one was around to witness his outburst.
Kevin winced at Nick's emotional outburst. He couldn't help but agree
that the blonde was right, Justin had confessed to him that he was more
concerned about what was going on between Nick and Chris than why Nick
was there. For that reason he didn't comment and let Nick continue to
get everything out of his system.
"Had Justin been concerned about ME rather than himself, I might have
told him about Paris, about how fucking torn up I am that yet another
relationship was fucked up by yours truly. But he wasn't. So I didn't
tell him anything. And if he has a problem with that, then he can kiss
my ass. Even earlier when I was at his house, it was about him. How
upset HE was last night by my actions, that I didn't go to HIM with
whatever was bothering me. I was upset before I'd even called but he
automatically assumed it had something to do with him. Yeah, it hurt
knowing you two were together but fucking damn Kevin... it's more than
that." Nick's eyes were burning and his whole body was trembling. When
Kevin pulled him into his arms for a comforting embrace, Nick couldn't
find the energy to protest.
"Baby, I'm so sorry." For the first time Kevin saw exactly how much
everything in the past twenty four hours had affected Nick and felt his
heart break for the younger man. He'd been slightly angry at Nick
earlier that day, as Justin had relayed the details of the night
before, but hearing Nick's side pulled him in two directions. Both were
jealous, both were hurt and for that reason were lashing out. "We
should have been there when you needed us."
"That's just it Kev, I was upset that you were together, yes; I was
jealous, but it was fine. I mean, we've agreed that this is going to
happen and we're going to be okay with it. But it was when Justin
showed up at Chris' and was pulling an attitude with us that I shut
down. He has no right to be judging what I do..."
"I know, I know," Kevin whispered, cutting Nick off. He knew that it
wasn't fair for Justin to be mad at Nick for going to Chris, but he
couldn't lie and say that it didn't bother him to some degree as well.
It was a strange, fucked up relationship that they'd gotten themselves
into and it was going to be hard trying to draw distinct boundaries.
Kevin couldn't help but ask his next question. "You called me first
then?"
Nick took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd called you but
I got your voice mail. You were the first person I thought of and it
was funny that she'd yelled at me for always running to you guys with a
problem and I thought she was crazy. Until I'd realized she was right."
Kevin felt a little smug in finding out that he was the first person
Nick had phoned. It didn't matter that he wasn't home for the call,
just the fact that Nick thought to phone him first made him feel
victorious, as if he'd won some contest that he and Justin were having
for Nick's attention.
"Then when I couldn't get you, I had dialed J without even thinking
about it. I even had to look at my call display to make sure I hadn't
called you again and you'd answered. Then I heard Justin's voice and
realized I'd interrupted. So I regrouped, had a little cry and phoned
Chris."
"I have to admit, Nick, I understand why Justin was jealous. I felt the
same way when we'd gone away and I saw you and Chris together.. My
first reaction was to pull him off of you and tell him you're mine. And
I know you're not, but it's hard."
Nick nodded, "I understand. It's like when I think of you and J, or you
and anyone. But you didn't see it yesterday Kev, he was giving off some
pretty serious vibes. It was a bad scene all around and that just
really pissed me off. I thought it would be better to ignore him and
not say anything than to risk saying something I couldn't take back."
"Like his comment?"
"Exactly."
They stared at one another, wondering where to proceed and silently
questioning if things would be okay.
~*~*~*~
The entire ride over to Lance's, Justin found himself wanting to do
nothing more than turn his car around and drive back to his house and
force Nick to talk. Force him to explain what was wrong and why things
were so strained between them. He hated that feeling of uncertainty and
it was tearing his stomach apart, let alone driving him crazy. Halfway
there his phone rang and Justin recognized Kevin's number on his call
display. "Yeah?"
"I'm going to the beach to meet up with him. Just thought you'd like to
know."
"He say anything?"
"Not yet. I'll see what's wrong. Don't worry, everything's going to be
okay."
Justin wasn't too sure. They hung up as he pulled into Lance's driveway
and Justin tried to shake off the awkward feelings that had settled
over him finding his efforts unsuccessful.
The thing about Lance, was he was as intuitive as Chris was, sometimes
more. So as Justin stepped inside the house, he already knew something
was up. "What's going on? Trouble in paradise?"
Justin didn't want to talk about it, but he also knew that Lance was
far more persistent than he was, so rather than fight him on it, it was
just easier to talk. They each grabbed a beer from the fridge and went
out onto the deck to make themselves comfortable. It was then that
Justin relayed the whole story, even the bits that Lance hadn't
previously been given access to knowing, as well as some stuff he'd
been told half a dozen times. By the time two hours had passed, Justin
had bared his entire soul, plus more stuff he hadn't even realized he'd
been holding onto. The entire time he'd spoken, Lance listened
carefully and thoughtfully, only interrupting when he needed to a) go
to the bathroom or b) replenish their beer.
The thought that maybe Justin was telling Lance TOO MUCH information
hadn't even crossed his mind and when he was finally finished with the
story, he sat back and awaited Lance's take on the situation. He was
shocked when it came. "I think you guys are slowly turning into fifteen
year old girls man. Seriously J, you need to seek some therapy for this
shit."
"What the fuck do you think I'm here for?" Justin snapped back feeling
a little put out by Lance's commentary.
"I know you're here to go over some paperwork and get some advice on
your career. What I didn't expect was this month's story line of The
Young and the Stupid. Or Old and the Stupid where Kevin and Chris are
concerned... although, I don't know if Chris has actually done anything
to warrant being called stupid. Unless you consider fucking Nick Carter
in that category, which I'm sure some would so yeah... that's what I
think."
Justin stood up angrily, kicking the chair out from underneath him. It
skidded against the deck making a loud noise of protest. "You know
what, never mind. I don't need this shit."
Lance was calm and collected as he stood. He crossed his arms over his
chest and stared at Justin with a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "You
want to know what I think?"
"I fucking asked, didn't I?"
"I think ya'll are blind. All of you. You, Chris, Kevin and mostly
Nick. You're all playing with fire not realizing that in the end, some
or even all of you are going to get burned. You all profess that it's
not serious, that it's fun and with no strings but every time we turn
around there's drama coming out the wazoo and someone's getting hurt.
You're jealous.."
Justin raised an eyebrow in protest. "I'm not jealous."
All Lance could do was roll his eyes, the urge to smack Justin upside
the head getting stronger by the minute. "Just admit it, you were
jealous. You saw Nick and Chris on the couch and..."
"They were cuddling. Like seriously. All wound up together and shit and
I'm glad that Nick has Chris to go to but... that's my job."
Lance shrugged. "You were busy with Kevin."
The sound of Justin's growl echoed in the air between them.
"Anyways. You were jealous and he was probably jealous when he called
your house and Kevin answered. It's just going to get worse as time
goes on. BUT.. did you really want my opinion?"
Justin snorted with laughter. "Isn't that what you've been shoving down
my throat the past few minutes?"
Lance chose to ignore Justin's sarcasm. "I don't think it has anything
to do with you. If Nick was upset on Kevin's machine, as he told you he
was, then something was wrong BEFORE he phoned. Not that his jealousy
didn't add to his already upset state of mind, but it wasn't entirely
directed towards you and Kevin. So something else is bothering him and
THAT'S what's important right now. What sent him to call Kevin, then
you, and then ultimately to end up at Chris'? That's what you need to
find out. You need to get past this bullshit jealousy and anger you're
feeling towards Chris, because he was there for Nick when you weren't
and find out WHY Nick needed someone. You're worked up about something,
and that's fine, but it's not what's important."
Justin nodded, not even thinking about that. Of course he'd assumed
that Nick was upset about hearing the two of them together, when in
reality, it might have been something entirely different. "So what do I
do?"
"Give him time to cool down and remove himself from the situation that
he's fighting against. When he's more comfortable, he'll be able to
talk about it better, but don't pressure him. Just let him come to you.
And don't push him away. Don't accuse him of anything... don't make
assumptions... just listen to him."
Justin sighed. Lance might have been right, but it was going to be hard
waiting for Nick to come to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kevin covered Nick's hand with his own and gave him a soft smile. "How
are you doing though? Really?"
Nick could only shrug, a battle of emotions was being waged in his mind
and his heart. He was happy that things with Paris had come to a
definite point and they both knew where they stood, but at the same
time he was sorry that it had ended the way it had. They wouldn't be
friends, not for a while anyways and that was the part that hurt him
the most. That he'd lost a great friend because he didn't feel the same
about her that she felt for him. He should have known that mixing sex
with friendship wouldn't work, especially with her, but after they'd
discussed it, he'd seriously thought that it was all going to be okay.
Clearly it wasn't. "It's gonna take a while, but I'll be okay. I'm just
sorry I hurt her so much."
"It's not your fault."
"I know."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, both men wanting to say so
much. It didn't seem right to ruin the moment with fumbling words and
uncertainty, so they remained silent and enjoyed the presence of the
other. Finally it was Kevin who broke the serenity. "You really need to
talk to him, let him know what's going on. With Paris, but also with
him, and us, and him and you."
"I can't do that if he's not listening."
"Then tell him that too. Tell him why you shut down yesterday. Tell him
how angry it made you when he came in and was upset that you were there
with Chris. If you bottle it up..."
This was all stuff that Nick knew already and hearing Kevin lecture him
was exhausting him more. "Kev, I know you're trying to help but I know
what I need to do, all right? If you're trying not to pick sides you're
doing a bad job of it."
Kevin was taken back at Nick's comment as well as the calm manner with
which he'd spoken. "I didn't realize there were sides," he said
finally. Kevin didn't remove his hand from Nick's thigh but didn't
exactly remain comforting with the touch. He looked at Nick who was
watching him thoughtfully.
"There's always sides." Against his better judgment, Nick leaned in and
softly kissed Kevin's lips. It was risky, being out in the open but at
that moment Nick didn't care. "But don't think I enjoyed hurting him
last night, I didn't. There was just no other choice."
"You always have a choice."
Nick blinked, finally nodding. "I guess you're right."
~*~*~*~*~
Justin was halfway home from Lance's when his cell phone rang. There
were half a dozen new messages in his voice mail, none of which he was
all too eager to listen to or return. They'd have to wait, but as he
saw the name illuminated on the screen Justin's stomach flipped and
with a shaking hand he thumbed the button to answer the call. "Hello?"
"Hey. Uhhh, you too tired for company?" Nick's voice sounded tired and
Justin's heart fluttered.
"Never. I'm on my way home now, just left Lance's a few minutes ago."
He checked his watch to see how long it would take him to get home. "I
should be home in twenty."
He heard Nick exhale and pictured Nick's face in his mind. "You
hungry?" Nick's question threw him off.
"I could eat. You want me to stop and get something?"
"I'm sorta.. well you had some stuff in your freezer and I've made some
chili. Biscuits are in the oven."
Justin smiled at the knowledge that Nick was in his kitchen cooking at
that exact moment. He wondered how long Nick had been there. "Pretty
presumptuous don't you think?"
Nick laughed softly. "Little bit. I figured if you said no, I'd finish
everything up, write you a note and you'd have some dinner. Don't
worry, everything's already cleaned up, so no mess."
"You know you're always welcome."
"Well drive safely, get home and...."
"Nick?"
Nick knew Justin wanted to say something in regards to the scene had
the night before as well as the one that morning but it wasn't
something he wanted to start on the phone. "J? It's going to be okay."
He heard Justin's jeep pull up into the garage and Nick unlatched the
connecting door to let the younger man in. There were two bowls of
chili sitting on the table with accompanying biscuits and all of the
toppings they'd need. "If nothing else, the guys taught me how to
cook," he said as if they'd been in mid conversation. "Wash up first."
Justin nodded as he approached the kitchen sink and washed his hands
thoroughly. His stomach growled loudly as his nose was assaulted by the
delicious aroma of spices lingering in the air. "Smells good."
"I've been working on it all day, it'd better be good." They fell into
easy conversation, both ignoring the cloud hanging over top of them. It
wasn't until they'd finished the meal and put the dishes in the
dishwasher that they got down to the real reason for Nick's visit.
"Paris and I broke up. She's gone." Nick watched as Justin's face
turned to a mask of shock, his jaw dropping with surprise.
"Shit."
"Yeah."
Wordlessly, Justin stood up and motioned for Nick to follow him into
the den where they could sit more comfortably on the couch. When Nick
sat directly beside him so that their thighs were touching Justin let
himself finally believe that they were going to be okay. "What
happened?"
For the third time in two days Nick relayed the events of his now
infamous breakup with what might have been the only woman he'd have
been able to have a normal relationship with. It got easier with each
retelling, but also hurt as the reality sunk in that it was over. They
were over. Nick wouldn't be calling her to go out for lunch, or to go
shopping, or even just to come over and watch stupid movies with and
cuddle. She wouldn't be phoning him to share silly stories only they
thought were funny, or just to hear his voice and have him sing her
good night, or any of the other million reasons they'd found to spend
time together. She was out of his life.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Justin asked when Nick was finished.
Nick was curled up against his side, tucked safely under his arm.
"You didn't want to hear it J. You were more focused on how YOU were
feeling last night; than why I was there." Nick paused to see Justin
blush. "Am I right?"
"I just didn't expect to see the two of you so cozy together. It hurt
to see you go to him and..." Justin started to understand why Nick had
been so distant the night before. It was all starting to make sense.
"And it wasn't about me, was it?"
"No, it wasn't. Last night wasn't supposed to be about you and how YOU
felt, I needed someone to focus on me. And then you came over and it
was you being upset and jealous and I couldn't deal with it. It was
just one more thing that was making me feel like shit and I couldn't
handle it. I knew why you were upset but it wasn't fair to me."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Justin stroked Nick's scalp with gentle
fingers.
"But that's just it. I can't be mad at you for being upset, because I
was upset when I heard Kevin was there. Normally, if I'd have just
called to chat and Kevin was there I would have been okay with it, but
then there was the added stress of everything that had gone on with
Paris and I just... I spazed out and went to Chris. But when you got
there you were so upset and it just made me more upset that you can be
with someone else but I can't."
"We're so fucked up." Justin noted. He looked down to see Nick watching
him and both men broke into laughter. "Seriously, we are."
"I know. Fuck do I know." They laughed for a few more minutes until it
subsided and they were once again settled against the couch. Nick's
mind was still working overtime and there was something he needed to
say but wasn't sure how it would be received. Holding his breath he
decided it was time for truths. "This can't go on the way it is, you
know that right?"
Justin's body tensed and he closed his eyes. He didn't want to think
about it, about everything they were afraid to say out loud but all
knew. As fun as things were, as much as he enjoyed having both Nick and
Kevin in his life there had to be a limit, and they were quickly
reaching that limit. Lance had been right, they were all going to get
burned if they weren't careful. "I know, but..."
"No buts J."
"Do we have to think about it?"
"Aren't we thinking about it already? Every single day? Or is it just
me?"
Justin shook his head. Nick was right, it was something that he thought
about on a daily basis. "Let me rephrase that, do we have to think
about it now?"
The day had already hit it's emotional peak hours earlier and Nick
wasn't sure if he was ready for another round. For that reason, he
relented and shook his head. "No, we don't. But we will need to talk
about it, sometime, before it backfires on us."
Grateful for the reprieve, Justin leaned in and covered Nick's mouth
with his own. They'd managed to clear up the miscommunications and
problems between them and were back on steady ground. He'd long since
learned to survive living day to day, moment to moment and he didn't
want to think about the future when he had what he wanted in his arms
right now. Plus, he'd been thinking about Nick and Chris together so
much that it had forced him to make other realizations of what he
wanted and where his future lay and that only confused him more. Where
he'd previously thought he knew where he was heading and how he was
planning to get there, what he learned about himself was that he didn't
have a clue about anything. He'd just been repressing his true desires
and the facade he'd been living was starting to crumble around him.
Justin was starting to believe that ignorance was bliss and he'd much
rather living in his ignorance.
Nick could feel Justin thinking too hard about something by the way the
pressure of the kiss lessened. He pulled away and gently touched
Justin's jaw with his finger. "Where are you?"
Justin shook his head and pressed his face to the juncture of Nick's
neck. "Right here."
"No, you're somewhere else. Tell me what's up?" Nick felt Justin leave
a trail of kisses up his jaw to his lips where he initiated another
passionate kiss. The desire to talk fled Nicks' mind and he lost
himself in the feel of Justin's mouth on his, their bodies pressed
together and the soft, appreciative moans coming from the other man.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted them causing for both men to
grumble at sucky timing. "Don't they know we're busy?" Nick mumbled as
he untangled their legs from one another.
Justin couldn't help but giggle at Nick. "Oh don't be a baby." He
headed towards the front door, Nick on his tail. The sight of Kevin on
the other side was a surprise to both men. Clearly Kevin hadn't
expected to find Nick there either. "Kevin."
Kevin's eyes landed on Justin before moving to Nick. Their lips were
both swollen and pink, cheeks flushed and Nick's hair was standing at
odd angles, a definite sign of someone's manipulation. He'd clearly
interrupted something and judging from the looks of surprise on their
faces, he was right. "Justin. Nick." He furrowed his eyebrows as he
took a deep breath. "I left a few messages on your cell J. I said I was
going to stop by on my way home. But you're busy.."
Nick's laughter was sharp and loud, startling everyone. "What the fuck
is up with that word. "BUSY". You're busy... we're busy... it's a code
word for us trying to say that we're pissed that we've interrupted
something but we don't want to start a fight. I fucking hate that word.
Yes we're busy, but we're always busy doing something. It's a matter of
interrupting and knowing when you are and when you aren't wanted. And
you are wanted. You always are."
Kevin looked at Justin for agreement, pleased to see him smile and nod.
"It's nothing that couldn't be interrupted..." Justin looked back at
Nick, flashing him a sexy smile. Nick smiled back, understanding what
was being proposed. "...or paused. We could always continue if you're
so inclined."
The door shut with a definite click and Justin pulled Kevin into his
arms, kissing him with teasing strokes of his tongue and lips. Kevin's
eyes remained open watching Nick watch them with hazy eyes. For what
could possibly have been the first time ever, Kevin realized he wasn't
hard. He wasn't hard and wasn't interested in what Justin was
proposing. Extracting himself from the younger man's arms he shook his
head. "I... I don't think so J. Not tonight. You two continue with what
you were doing, I'll just wait down in the basement until you're
finished."
Nick and Justin watched in complete surprise as Kevin passed by both of
them and headed down the stairs to the den in the basement. The two men
stared at one another, as if trying to figure out what they had just
missed. "What was that?" Justin asked. He approached Nick and wrapped
his arms around his waist.
"I don't know. He didn't look mad just ..."
"Confused." Their lips met in a soft kiss which slowly escalated to
hungry and desperate. Justin broke the kiss with a whimper and tugged
Nick towards the stairs to his bedroom. "Come on..."
Nick allowed himself to be directed towards the stairs but something
was holding him back, the thought of Kevin sitting downstairs alone
with something obviously weighing on his mind. He stopped and pulled on
Justin's hand. When Justin turned to look at him with confusion Nick
only nodded in the direction of the basement. "We should..."
Justin let out the breath he was holding. He knew Nick was right but
hadn't wanted to think too much about it. He'd hoped Nick would go
upstairs with him and make him forget about everything that had
happened the past few days, but with Kevin's arrival it wasn't looking
too optimistic. "Just a quick.."
He knew Nick would refuse before the blonde had shaken his head. Nick
was right, it just didn't seem right.
"Okay, lets go down." Their lips met in a quick kiss before Nick pulled
Justin towards the downstairs den. Kevin was sitting on the couch, the
TV on low and his head resting back against the back with his eyes
closed. He looked surprised when he opened his eyes to find Nick and
Justin standing there before him.
"I thought you two were going to..."
"We were," Nick answered, sitting on the couch at the other end.
"And you're not now?"
Justin shook his head as he sat down on the chair to Kevin's left. "No."
Nick reached over to grab the converter from Kevin's lap, changing the
channel to a TV guide channel. "Austin Powers just started ten minutes
ago Nick, channel 270." Justin pulled the blanket from behind him and
covered his legs as he made himself comfortable.
With the volume adjusted and the proper channel picked, the three men
settled back to watch the movie, everyone ignoring the giant pink
elephant chilling in the corner.
Finis
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