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Title: Have You Ever Felt Deja Vu?
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Series: 8 of One Way Or Another Series
Pairing: Nick/Kevin/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction. Yeah. Fiction.
Warnings: Slash warning. Bigroupal warning. Squick warning (rimming).

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When things start to spiral out of control, most of the time it happens at a gradual pace that you just don't notice, nor do you know how to fix or stop it. That was what had happened between them. Justin didn't want there to be a distance between the three of them, he hated it. Hated how cautious they were around one another, how they were all waiting for the other shoe to drop and he knew he hated how he was constantly waiting for Nick or Kevin to do or say something and tell him it was over.

Forever.

But instead of rocking the boat, he kept quiet. Didn't want to say anything for fear of making things worse and not better, although logic clearly showed that if they just discussed the problem at hand, it would indeed start them in the right direction of getting things somewhere resembling normal again. Justin never claimed he was a rational man, he found that it only slowed him down most days.

"So what's the deal?" He asked Johnny, closing his eyes and resting his head against the back of the couch. For the most part he'd been laying low lately, not doing too much promotion until the new CD was in it's final stages. Justin knew he should still be out there working it and staying fresh in everyone's minds but he needed a break. He hadn't exactly had a break between NSYNC and going solo, not to mention he'd had a lot on his mind as of late. But there were some things he couldn't help and this happened to be one of them.

"They want you to do a few interviews and perform, JC too. They were thinking that you'd interview separately, each do a song separately and then 'reunite' for another song."

Justin felt his skin prick with annoyance and he growled. If they wanted a reunion, they would need all five of them, although they would have to have broken up in the first place to be reunited. But it pissed him off that they would invite two of them to interview and perform and not the other three. He felt it necessary to voice his disgust. "What about C, Lance and Joe? Aren't they invited to this 'reunion'?"

Johnny exhaled deeply. He'd expected this reaction from Justin. It was the same fight he'd had with JC the day earlier when discussing it with him.

"I mean," Justin continued, "It's not like Chris isn't doing his own solo album right now. And Joey and Lance may not be recording but it doesn't mean they can't still sing. It's fucking whack. They want us on but they're not going to have us all.... Bullshit."

The sound of his phone ringing interrupted his rant and Justin shook his head and finger to indicate to Johnny that it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

"What?"

"You always answer your phone like that J?" JC's voice rang clear through the line and Justin felt a little of the anger dissipate.

"I do when I'm pissed off. What's up?"

"Johnny talk to you?"

"Right now."

"What do you think? Besides that it's bullshit."

All of the anger and tension slid out of Justin's body and he fell against the couch again, exhausted. It was just too much for him to have to deal with and he was tired of it all. "I think that they can go fuck themselves."

"So you don't want to do it?" JC's voice held a tone of something that Justin couldn't place. The thought that JC would accept hadn't even crossed Justin's mind, changing his train of thought.

"Why, do you?"

"I think we should, if not to just promote the hell out of the group and the other three. I mean, we go on there and continually discuss them and people will wonder why they weren't there. We say because they weren't invited and we were and then their plan to just have us there backfires. You know?"

Justin's lips curled into a smirk and he shook his head in disbelief. "Who'd you talk to?" He knew JC wouldn't have come to that conclusion by himself. Justin heard JC chuckle and he joined in.

"Joey. He wasn't as offended as we are on his behalf. Chris on the other hand is convinced it's still this conspiracy to keep the three of them down and promote us but then he also thought I WANTED to keep postponing the CD release for some sort of whacked out promotion."

"And Lance?"

"Told us to get over ourselves and fucking go on the show."

"So we're doing this?"

"I think we should. I mean, I am. If you don't want to then..."

Justin sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. Talking to JC about it made him feel a little better but there was still a nagging feeling somewhere in the back of his mind. "No, I do. I just... guess I needed to talk to you about it first. But we're not singing anything of the group during our 'reunion' song." The sound of Johnny's laughter startled Justin from the conversation and he looked at the other man curiously, pulling the phone from his ear. "What's so funny?"

"Josh said the same thing."

Justin went back to the conversation on the phone. "Yeah, I said if they weren't going to have all of us there then I wasn't singing one of our songs. It won't work without five."

They chuckled and Justin wondered what they would sing.

"Alex says we should do one of their songs. I don't know, sounds like a good idea. I've always been partial to I'll Never Break Your Heart. Maybe Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely?"

Justin burst into laughter, his whole body shaking from it. "Nah.. I Want It That Way. Wouldn't that fuck with everyone?"

"You two are awful," Johnny admonished jokingly. "Tell Josh you'll talk to him later, we're not done here."

Justin said his good-byes and told JC he'd talk to him later. Once he hung up he received the rest of the information from Johnny about the plan and traveling times. It seemed he was leaving Thursday. The interview was Friday, it was now Monday. Justin's first thought was he had two phone calls to make. He didn't want there to be any confusion this time about his whereabouts.

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"Did he call you?" Nick asked as he calmly stroked Kevin's back. They were sitting in AJ's basement on a five minute break. Since Nick and AJ's trip over to London, they had resumed the discussions they'd been having about getting back together to record as a group. While recording the first album, Nick had gathered enough material to put together his second, only needing to go in for a few voice overs and touch ups. For the most part the CD was done and although he was as proud of this one as he was Now Or Never, he was anxious to start recording with the Boys again.

"Yeah, this morning. He's going over with JC to do some promo stuff." Kevin caught Nick's gaze and smiled, feeling warmth spread all over his body. Unable to help himself, Kevin leaned in to softly press their lips together in a gentle kiss. He could feel Nick smile against his mouth and did the same, opening his eyes to see Nick watching him.

"What was that for?" Nick asked as Kevin pulled away.

Kevin shrugged and blushed. "Just wanted to do that."

Nick saw Kevin pull back in embarrassment and leaned forward to stop him from doing so. "No, don't pull away. I didn't say I didn't want it, just wondered what it was for." It was him this time that pressed their mouths together, interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat across the room.

"Break's over guys," Howie's voice was soft, breaking into the private moment.

"Five more minutes," AJ called from the other room where he was watching TV. "It's almost over."

The three of them broke into laughter as Brian came down the stairs with more drinks and food. The meetings had been going pretty well so far. There had been a fair share of disagreements, but at the same time they were finding that in the end, they were all wanting to go in the same direction, which made things infinitely easier. Their biggest issue would be their promotional team and the label, but they knew if they simply stayed together and worked as one cohesive unit and not five individual pieces, they would get a lot further.

"What are you thinking about?" Kevin asked Nick softly so no one else could hear. Nick shook his head in response.

"Nothing really. Why?"

Despite the two weeks they'd all spent apart, the hurt feelings and the relief that they weren't being left behind, nothing had really changed between the three of them. As much as he'd been ready to approach and reveal his love for one of his lovers, Nick had put off doing so not wanting to ruin everything. Kevin and Justin seemed content with continuing with their three-way relationship and Nick wasn't in any rush to demolish their happiness. He'd been accused of breaking up Backstreet and he wasn't ready to take the fall for another good thing gone bad. So instead of saying anything, he held onto his feelings, his love and remained silent. So far it had been working fine as the jealousy he used to feel when seeing the other two together was slowly diminishing, but there was going to be a time when it all came out and he knew he'd have to deal with it. And he would, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to start it.

"You see.. I have this idea..."

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Justin was in a surly mood, although the day hadn't started out like that. He'd actually gotten excited about doing the interview and was looking forward to it. It had been so long since he'd done an interview with any of the guys that it felt somewhat like old times when only he and JC had been sent to fend off the journalists. Sometimes he'd have to go with JC, sometimes it had been Chris and there were very few that they'd sent the babies to go, but that was what this had felt like and Justin started off the day slightly giddy. JC had been a bitch to get out of bed like old times and his refusal to wake up started them off late, nothing unusual for NSYNC. Except that they weren't considered NSYNC anymore and the people at the show were definitely not as lenient as they would have been three years ago.

After they'd received a stern talking to as though they were six year old children they were left in the green room so that the audience could be prepared for them. Despite the fact that they had clearly stated they were NOT singing any NSYNC songs and had chosen something else to perform, they were asked repeatedly which song off of which album they were going to do.

In the end, they were coerced (read forced) into singing 'This I Promise You', and the only thing that was keeping Justin from walking off the stage and out of the studio was a look from JC and a phone call from Lance who Johnny had phoned and told to call and calm Justin down. Within five minutes, the five of them were on a conference call and Chris told Justin to 'fuck em and walk', Joey made a grunting noise and agreed, saying that they were 'nobody's bitches anymore and if they piss you off Jup, do it'. Lance always was the voice of reason, and Justin was sure of it had they been in the same room, would have smacked Chris upside the head and told him to act his age, said to use this as a perfect business opportunity. 'Do what they want and then nail the fuckers to the wall when you're fucking them six ways to Sunday.'

Justin wondered why they wouldn't want all five of them together on the show. They always were more entertaining as five than they were individually, but after words of gentle encouragement, Justin and JC hung up the phone and agreed to sing 'whatever fucking song will get this shit done sooner'. If only that had have been the sole bone of contention they had that day it would have been perfect.

All the interviewer wanted to do was talk about Britney.

STILL.

Britney and NSYNC and how JC felt about Justin stealing the spotlight and leaving none for anyone else. He wondered what it was like being in the same group as someone like Justin who was destined to be a star from the beginning and didn't have to work for anything but was given everything, when at the same time JC couldn't get a break if he tried. Justin sputtered the entire time, wondering if the asshole even realized he was sitting RIGHT THERE and could hear every fucking word he spoke, not to mention how insulted he was not only on JC's behalf but Chris, Joey and Lance's behalf who had been deemed as less worthy as JC because they weren't even invited on the show. It was JC's hand on his thigh that kept Justin from walking out in that exact moment.

The rest of the interview was a blur for Justin as he gave the expected answers, unless he didn't answer at all which was happening quite often. By the end of the interview, Justin was seething with rage, JC was exhausted and ready to punch the twat sitting behind the desk with that smug grin plastered to his face and Johnny knew exactly what to expect when they walked off the stage. Justin and JC didn't disappoint.

"I will have you know that you will NEVER see me on this stage again," Justin spoke very calmly and susinctly to the producer of the show, who if Johnny could read the man correctly, looked rather stricken. "And don't think I won't be telling anyone who will listen about this."

The man looked at Johnny for help who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"You've pissed off the wrong people now buddy." Justin pushed past the man, he needed to be out of that studio immediately before he exploded.

"I'm very sorry.." He tried to reason with JC who crossed his arms over his chest.

"If it weren't for him stopping me, I'd be suing right now. You ask us here under the false pretense of promoting our albums, our careers yet you have your host spend the whole time digging up dirt and trying to start something between us. You didn't think we'd be smart enough to realize the plan? Is that what that was? Were you expecting me to agree with him when he called Justin an attention stealing spotlight whore? That he was a celebrity whore who would fuck anyone who could get him ahead and then back stab the brothers that were there from the beginning? Is that what you were looking for?" JC was met with silence. He shrugged, facial expression bored. "Like I said, you're lucky Justin hates court battles. You can thank Lou Pearlman for that. Don't ever contact our people again for an interview, I can tell you that we will never be available again for you. And, for the record, I know for certain that Backstreet Boys are together again, recording new tracks for an upcoming CD."
 JC held back a laugh at the way the man's eyes widened in excitement. "You can pretty much count on them NOT doing your show now. I hope that was worth it."

JC walked off in the direction that Justin had gone in, knowing that Johnny would deal with everything they'd left behind. The car was waiting for him in the parking lot and the moment he slid onto the soft leather seats, Justin announced they could leave. "Johnny's going to be there a while and I don't feel like waiting," was all Justin said. JC shrugged and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on the seat behind him.

Although both men were silent, the tension around them spoke volumes. Justin couldn't pin point exactly what he was most angry about and all JC could think about was that it was his fault they were there. Justin had been ready to reject the invitation to be on the show but he'd been the one to convince him it would be fine. Justin's voice broke JC out of his daze. "It's not your fault."

Their eyes met and JC blushed. Justin nodded.

"I'm serious. It's not your fault. You didn't know, how could you have known?! We got fucking ambushed in there, even Johnny was in shock."

"Still though.."

"Still nothing. So Johnny deals with the aftermath and odds are pretty much half of what was filmed today will end up on the cutting room floor. We go back and tell everyone what a fucking farce these people are and they learn that they can't fuck with us."

JC didn't believe that Justin was feeling as cool about the interview as he was pretending. The man had made a few harsh comments on Justin's character and JC knew that Justin took that shit to heart. All the crap and bullshit that people spoke and wrote about him hurt him a little each time and despite how ridiculous it was, Justin always went away believing just a little of it. "You know he's full of shit right?"

Justin didn't want to think about it anymore, he wanted to move past it and get back home. His response was a shrug and a turn of his head to look out the window. "Whatever," he finally spoke softly. "It's over now, time to move on."

They both agreed that they needed to get out of the hotel for a few hours and Justin wanted to forget everything. He wanted to just put everything behind him and clear his mind enough to enjoy himself. To do that, JC suggested they go clubbing. There was a great new underground club that hardly anyone had heard about and it would give them the privacy they needed to enjoy themselves without worrying about throngs of fans getting in the way. There had been about ten seconds where Justin was going to decline, but one look around his empty hotel room and hours of time for his mind to replay everything that had happened that day didn't seem too appealing. He'd be ready by eleven fifteen, until then he needed time alone to relax.

By midnight they were being ushered through a giant warehouse door and down a black hallway that was vibrating from a heavy bass. Justin could feel the music down to the deepest corner of his soul, feeling an excitement course through his body he wasn't expecting. Blue eyes met blue and both men grinned, this was exactly what they needed. It had been ages since Justin had gone out socially with JC. When JC and AJ got together, things had changed drastically, and friendships had been put on the back burner. By the time they'd emerged from their honeymoon phase and were ready to resume old friendships, both men found themselves slightly alienated from everyone else, their friends hadn't been waiting idly by to be remembered. Justin's new clubbing partner was Lance and they'd begun frequenting different clubs than before.

"Your wife know you're out tonight?" Justin teased as he flicked JC's ear. The older man simply narrowed his eyes and growled at him.

"Yes, he does. And he's not my wife."

"Oh, YOU'RE the wife. I always wondered." Justin turned around and surveyed the group in front of them. He let out a yelp of surprise when he felt a foot connect with the back of his knees.

"Fuck of J. Don't even get me started," was all JC threatened, kissing Justin on the cheek as he pushed by him to head towards the bar.

Justin grinned, it was definitely like old times and just what he needed. They stood at the bar for a few minutes, idly chatting and letting the stress of the day wash off of them. Justin didn't fail to notice the freedom that the underground club provided, people not too self conscious of what they were doing and with whom. JC's voice broke Justin from his reverie. "One more drink and we'll go dance?"

Justin nodded, grinning. Dancing always helped to take his mind off of what was bothering him. He could lose himself in the music and his mind would travel to a place where nothing mattered except the beat. "Sounds good. I need to work off this tension, dude."

One more drink meant a few rounds of shots and Justin watched the expanse of JC's throat as he threw his head back and swallowed the ounce of tequila. The expression on JC's face was priceless and Justin backed up for fear of the liquor resurfacing. JC shook his head and grinned as he wiped his mouth drunkenly. "Fucking good. Been a while since it's gone down that easily."

"From what I hear, everything goes down your throat easily," Justin teased. They both broke into laughter and JC rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you. If anything, you're a bigger slut than I am."

"Now I am, before you had us all beat. You might have even had Brit beat!"

JC looked as though he was going to say something but changed his mind, only laughing and nodding. "You're right. I'm a whore, but a fucking good one."

"Always have to be the best of the best, don'tcha?"

"Fucking right." JC stretched his back and turned to face the dance floor. "I'm gonna go take a piss and then we can dance. You wanna wait for me here?"

Justin nodded, half shrugging. "Sure. Hurry the fuck up yo, I wanna dance." All he got was JC's middle finger and he was alone, watching people around him engage in their own personal conversations. He had vaguely felt eyes on him all night but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. No matter where they were, people were always watching him and for the most part Justin had learned to just file the eerie feeling in the back of his mind. But now it seemed more concentrated. Just as he was about to turn around to see if anyone was overtly gawking at him, the bartender approached and set a drink down in front of him.

"This is for you."

Justin looked at the drink and then back up at the bartender. "What?"

"For you."

"I didn't ask for it." Justin was always leery of accepting drinks he hadn't ordered.

"No, you didn't. They did." The man pointed to the end of the bar, frowning slightly. Justin looked down at what the man was looking at and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "That's funny, he was just there."

"Uhhh," Justin started to get a strange feeling in his stomach and shook his head. "Thanks anyways but I think I'll pass." Just as he was about to turn around he felt someone press up against him.

"What? Think you're too good to accept my generosity?"

Immediately Justin knew the person behind him wasn't JC. There was an odd familiarity to the exchange and his mind reverted to a night that felt like ages ago when almost the exact same situation had played itself out. There were butterflies in his stomach and Justin fought not to tremble. He tried to move his head to the side to get a clear look at the man, and it was definitely a man if Justin took the erection pressed against his ass as any indication, but was stopped. He felt just the barest swipe of a tongue on the back of his neck and Justin did tremble this time, whimpering softly.

"Well? Are you? I buy you a drink and you don't even drink it."

"I don't accept gifts from strangers, not drinks that I haven't watched being made."

"Ooooh, your momma taught you well it seems." Justin felt the man's hips roll and grind against him seductively. Before he could stop himself he was grinding back. "But I wouldn't say we're strangers. I mean, I've had my cock in your ass, your cock in MY ass and... well a lot of other things in other places that I'm not exactly sure I should mention in public." It was then that Justin was afforded the freedom to turn around, finding himself face to face with Kevin.

Justin's knees buckled and he was thankful he had the bar to keep him upright, not to mention Kevin's hands placed on either side of his arms against the bar. "Good evening Mr. Timberlake," Kevin said, leaning in to speak directly into Justin's ear.

"Good..." Justin's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Good evening Mr Richardson." His eyes moved down to Kevin's lips and Justin fought the urge to lean in and cover his mouth with his own. As if reading Justin's mind, Kevin smirked and darted his tongue out to lick his lips seductively. Justin's moan could be heard clearly by both men.

"So again, are you too good for my generosity?"

Justin pretended to think about something, allowing his eyes to shamelessly roam all over Kevin's tall, lean frame. "Please accept my apology for my inherent rudeness in refusing your kindness. Perhaps I could make it up to you..." It was Kevin this time who whimpered and Justin felt Kevin's cock harden against his thigh through his jeans.

"I don't know," Kevin started, looking to the side at something before turning his attention back to Justin. "It was a pretty expensive drink."

Justin's hand slipped between them and out of sight, massaging the bulge in Kevin's pants teasingly. "I'm sure we could work something out."

As much as Kevin wanted to respond with something witty, he couldn't think straight at all with Justin's hand stroking him. His eyes fluttered shut and he greedily allowed himself to submit to the pleasurable jolts shooting up his spine. Unfortunately, the pleasure stopped. Justin removed his hand.

"Or if you're not interested..." Justin slid underneath the barriers Kevin had set up around him with his arms and ran his hand down the older man's spine slowly. Teasingly, ending at his ass. "That's okay too."

With that, Justin flicked Kevin's ear with his tongue and walked out to the dance floor where, not surprisingly, JC was dancing alone. "Fucker. You didn't come get me."

JC turned around, smiling guiltily at Justin. "You seemed..." JC paused to look over Justin's shoulder, "busy."

"You know they were coming?" As much as Justin tried to appear angry at his friend, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. There was a brief moment where Justin could see JC was trying to figure out whether or not he should lie. Finally JC answered.

"Maybe. Can't say for sure."

"Won't say. Asshole." Justin started to dance, waiting for Nick to approach. Even if he hadn't seen the blonde watching from a few feet away while he was talking to Kevin, Justin would have known he was there. It was almost exactly like that first night the three of them had shared the last time he was in London and he wondered what it all meant. He'd decided not to think too much about it mainly because it was something they so desperately needed. A fun night with no expectations, no stress and definitely no drama. At least none he could forsee.

They danced for a few more minutes until JC stopped and smiled sweetly at him. "Gonna go get a drink, want one?"

Justin rolled his eyes at JC's poor acting skills. He could sing and dance better than anyone, but when it came to acting he couldn't act his way out of a paper bag. With a chuckle he shook his head. "Uhhhh, no. Thanks." Justin knew Nick was not a few feet away, waiting to get him alone. The second JC disappeared through the crowd, in the opposite direction of the bar, Justin felt someone slide in behind him, wrapping him up in a heated embrace. Justin rested his head back on the man's shoulder, again with an erection pressing into his ass, and moved seductively with his dance partner. When the person didn't say anything, Justin spun around and moved to say something to him. He was shocked entirely when he didn't recognize the man staring at him. A few feet away Nick was laughing hysterically.

"Fucker," Justin scowled, trying to hide his own laughter. Nick approached giving the man fifty bucks.

"Thanks buddy, that was priceless."

"No problem. Fifty bucks for going up behind this dude and pretending I'm you for ten seconds, any time."

With that Nick and Justin were alone, both laughing. "You are such an asshole, Nickolas." Justin tried to pout, unsuccessfully.

"I am, but yo, that was hilarious. You should have seen the look on your face." Nick chuckled for a few more minutes before Justin pulled him in close. They were moving to the music together, but not close enough for people to know what was actually happening between them. With one look into Justin's eyes, Nick became serious. "Hey."

"Hey," Justin whispered softly. He felt his cheeks turn pink and heat under Nick's scrutinizing watch.

"How was today?"

Justin shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Later?" Nick wasn't going to let it drop that easily. It was clear by the pain in Justin's eyes that something had gone down earlier at the interview taping and it was bothering him. Nick hated seeing Justin in pain and it sent his own stomach lurching. When Justin didn't answer Nick lifted Justin's chin with his finger. "Later?" he repeated.

"Okay, later." Their eyes met and Justin could see how much Nick wanted to kiss him. To kiss him and make things better, which alone helped lessen the discomfort of the day's events. "Thanks, Nicky."

"Any time, Baby."


They were silent for a few more minutes until the moment passed and Justin reverted back to the plan he knew was meant to be played out. He looked across the dance floor and saw Kevin watching intently, a mixture between heated lust in his eyes and concern. Justin knew Kevin realized something was wrong so he simply winked and smiled at the older man. Kevin relaxed slightly and the concern was replaced with more heated lust. Justin felt his body tremble with anticipation.

"So what are you two doing here?" Justin asked, fidgeting with the button on Nick's shirt flirtingly.

"Here to fuck you." Justin hadn't expected Nick to be so blunt about their plans, so his revelation startled him slightly. Looking up, he saw amusement in Nick's eyes and he grinned.

"What?"

"We thought we'd take things back to the start. Found out you'd be here tonight so we thought we'd have a little friendly competition to see which one gets to take you home and fuck you tonight. I'm secretly hoping it's me." Nick winked and Justin burst into laughter. For the first time since he'd arrived at the television studio that morning he felt as if things were normal.

"Secretly?"

Nick shrugged. "Someone told me once that cockiness isn't always attractive."

"They lied." There was a fire in Justin's eyes as he stared Nick down, almost hungrily. The two men stepped in closer to one another and started dancing, unaware of anything except for the slide of their bodies against one another. Justin whimpered as he felt someone slide in behind him and grip his hips tightly.

"Come on, I'm choosing for you." Kevin's voice was rough, his breath hot on the back of his neck.

"No fair.." Nick said, not putting up much of a fight. Justin's hand had discreetly slid in between them and he was stroking him through his pants.

"Too bad. We're taking him back to his hotel and gonna fuck him till he can't walk. And then we're gonna fuck each other until he's recovered enough to fuck us again." Kevin stopped to see both Justin and Nick watching him, eyes wide and jaws slack. It looked as though Nick was drooling slightly, Kevin leaned over and closed their mouths. "Unless you want to continue with this cat and mouse game?"

Justin whimpered, Nick's hand hot on his lower back and Kevin's fingers tangled in his belt loops. "Hotel."

"Hotel," Nick agreed, voice squeaking.

Kevin simply nodded and pulled them through the crowd, discreetly nodding at JC with a sly smirk on his lips. Justin failed to see the thumbs up JC flashed Kevin in return.

They stepped out into the cool air and Justin followed his two lovers towards a car that was waiting. Once they were close enough, he saw the driver recognize them and quickly walk towards the car. "Ready sirs?"

Nick smiled, nodding at the man. "Yeah, we've got what we came for Larry. We can head out now." Larry simply nodded as he slid into the front seat. Justin wasn't surprised that the man didn't offer to open their door for them. Knowing Kevin and Nick, they'd probably already told him not to bother with the red carpet treatment, they were fully capable of opening their own doors.

As the door slammed shut and the car jolted into motion, Justin felt himself being laid down on the long limo seat, Nick crawling on top of him seductively. "I'm sorry that today went so shitty." Nick leaned down to press their lips together gingerly. The expression on his face told Justin that Nick knew more than he was willing to admit. He turned his head to look at Kevin who nodded, only solidifying Justin's hunch that they'd already been given the low down of the day's events. He blushed, turning his head to the other side so that he was facing the back of the limo seat.

"Don't do that..." Kevin whispered, moving so that he was sitting right next to Justin's head. He traced the younger man's face with his finger and forced him to look at him. "Don't be embarrassed..."

"You talked to JC." Justin didn't bother asking, he already knew the answer.

"Yes, just to find out where you'd be tonight. We've been in town since early this morning. Hours before you'd even woken up to go to the interview."

Justin knew that must have been true because there wouldn't have been enough time for JC to phone them and have them fly over to try and cheer him up.

"So we left Jayce a message to call us when you got back to let us know where you both were going. Instead of calling, he came up to chat. Needed someone to talk to I think, and he told us everything." This time Nick leaned down to nuzzle Justin's throat playfully, settling himself down on him. "You don't know how bad we wanted to come see you, Baby. Just to come down and make you feel better." Nick pressed a kiss to the corner of Justin's mouth, repeating the action on the other side before taking his lips in a sweet kiss.

Kevin heard Justin whimper and watched the two men before him succumb to the intimate pleasure of the kiss. One, Kevin wasn't sure which, opened his lips enough for a tongue to dart out, which was soon followed the other's. Kevin felt his groin throb at the sight as he said, "But we discussed it and thought that it would be better like this." He jumped when a hand reached out and grasped his thigh in a tight grip. Looking down, Kevin noticed Justin was watching him as if pleading for him to join in. Nick must have noticed the difference in Justin's kiss because he pulled off and looked up at Kevin expectantly, eyes glazed and lips swollen.

"Don't fucking make him beg for it Kev," Nick said slowly, almost breathlessly. Kevin didn't understand what he was getting at and looked back at him confused. Nick's chuckle was low and vibrated through the limo. "Jesus." Nick propped himself up on one hand as he used the other to grasp the back of Kevin's head and pull him close. Kevin gasped as Nick's lips grazed his. With one flick of his eyes, Kevin saw Justin was still watching him expectantly. "Fucking kiss him already, he's been waiting all night for it, since your cock was against his ass at the bar."

Justin nodded. Seconds later he could feel Kevin's breath on his cheek, their faces upside down from each other. Delicately, Kevin traced Justin's lips with the tip of his tongue, teasing both Justin and himself which was why when Justin captured his tongue between his teeth and began to suck on it, he was startled.

Nick simply whimpered.

Kevin growled and slid down the seat so he could get as close to Justin as physically possible. The kiss was awkward and messy with the angle Kevin was perched at but neither man cared, it was the fact that they were this close and Justin needed the contact more than he ever had, not just from Kevin but from both men. It wasn't until he'd seen them that Justin realized just how much he'd needed them that day and how shaken the interview had left him earlier. Vaguely, Justin registered the feel of his shirt sliding up his chest and shuddered into Kevin's kiss. It wasn't until he felt Nick's mouth close around one nipple and bite down playfully that he jerked to attention, arching his back and moaning into Kevin's mouth.

"Nicky.." Justin whimpered. He reached down, grabbing a fist full of the blonde's hair.

Nick simply growled against Justin's chest and stomach, tracing the well defined muscles with his tongue, dipping into every crevice. He made his way across to Justin's other nipple and paid it the same attention as he had the first, enjoying the sounds it illicited from Justin. A hand gripped his hair tighter and gently pulled his head up, before he could protest, Kevin's mouth was on his, kissing him fiercely.

Justin watched Nick and Kevin kiss above him and leaned up to join in when the sound of a phone ringing interrupted. It was coming from the wall beside the door and was most likely the driver. Neither Nick nor Kevin paused so Justin carefully extracted himself as best he could and reached across the car, fingers barely gripping the telephone. "Hello?" he said, breathless.

"I just wanted to let you gentlemen know that we're at the hotel. Lower parking, by the service elevator. Feel free to exit at your convenience."

Justin thanked the driver and chuckled as he hung up. "Come on boys. We're here."

Nick pulled away and shook his head. "Almost there..."

"At the hotel fucker, we're at the hotel."

Kevin opened his eyes and waited for the room to stop spinning. He gulped in a few breaths of air as a wide grin crossed his face. "Hotel? What are we waiting for?"

Neither man thought about how it looked to Larry as they practically fell out of the limo, clothes rumpled, cheeks tinted pink and lips and eyes glazed suspiciously. They nodded to the man, thanked him and scurried as fast as they could to the elevator, hoping to make it to the room undetected. "My room or yours?" Justin asked as they stepped into the elevator.

Nick reached over him to press the button for the 16th floor. "Ours. King size bed."

Justin nodded, "yours." Like there had been any doubt. At this point, Justin was willing to follow Nick and Kevin anywhere, as long as they finished what they'd started in the car. Kevin's hand slid around Justin's waist and down his stomach over his aching erection and rested there, cupping him deliciously. All he could do was lean back into Kevin's embrace and rest his head on the older man's shoulder, thrusting his hips into Kevin's hand.

Nick looked over to see Justin leaning back against Kevin's chest his eyes closed and lower lip caught between his teeth. Looking at Kevin's face, Nick found him staring at him. Their eyes met and an invitation to approach was clear in the stormy green eyes Nick gazed into. He took a step over and pressed his chest against Justin's, his groin also pressed against Justin so that he could grind up against the back of Kevin's hand. All three men let out mirroring groans.

Kevin's free hand which had previously been resting on Justin's hip, moved to the back of Nick's head to bring him closer so that their mouths could meet in a steamy, erotic kiss. Justin, sandwiched between Nick and Kevin's body, darted his tongue forward to lick at Nick's throat. He could feel the vibrations of Nick's whimpers and moans against his lips and tongue as the three men ground their bodies together sinuously. None of the men were ready when the elevator sounded their arrival on the sixteenth floor.

"Fuck.. gotta take this into the room," Kevin muttered as he pulled his mouth away from Nick's. He didn't expect Justin to take the blonde's place, pulling his head down and towards his already swollen lips. It was Nick who pulled them out of the elevator, checking to see if the coast was clear before they stepped into the hall.

"Let's go. Just a few feet away boys."

"Can't we just do this here?" Justin whined, refusing to let go of Kevin.

"Of course we can do it right here. And then when people come by and take pictures of the hot and horny bi boybanders, we'll have something to document the momentous occasion." Nick stood in front of them, legs spread and arms crossed over his chest. The only proof he wasn't angry was the grin that was permanently etched on his lips. He watched as Justin and Kevin pulled apart to look at him.

"Shit.." Kevin said, blushing.

"No, no. By all means Kev. Pull his pants down and fuck him right there. I don't mind watching."

Nick chuckled as Kevin grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him down the hall towards their room. Justin giggled softly, clasping his hand with Nick's, weaving their fingers together. "You're so bad, Nicky." Justin chided, wiggling his eyebrows. Nick only nodded and winked in response.

"I hate it when you're the responsible one Nickolas," Kevin grumbled as he adjusted the bulge in his pants.

"I don't blame you Kev, had he been kissing me that way, I'd have probably had his pants around his ankles and his cock in my mouth before you could have stopped us." As Nick entered the room, he began stripping clothes off. His shirt was already on the floor and his pants halfway down his legs before either Justin or Kevin noticed. "Coming?" He asked over his shoulder as he headed into the bedroom.

Justin scrambled to catch up, tossing his shirt over his shoulder, only to have it land on Kevin's head. When he entered the bedroom, Nick was balanced on one foot, pulling his pants off. With a run and a flying leap, Justin tackled Nick to the bed, rolling so that he was on top. "Hey," he smiled seductively. They paused for a second to catch their breath before starting to wrestle, tickling and attacking each other playfully. By the time they were done, both were completely naked and breathing heavily.

"Kev?" Nick asked, breathlessly. He turned his head to see Kevin standing against the door jam, leisurely stroking his erection as he watched them hungrily. "Why are you all the way over there?"

When Kevin spoke, his accent was considerably thicker, as a result of his arousal. "Just watching you two play. So fucking hot."

"Hotter on the bed Kevin, get that fine ass over here," Justin ordered, his voice a low growl. There was a minute where Justin thought that Kevin would refuse, simply stay across the room and watch as he had that first night. He looked up at Nick who rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Fucking drama queen," Nick muttered under his breath, causing both men to giggle. Just as they were about to move across the room to lure Kevin over, the older man gently pushed himself off of the wall and slowly walked across the room to the bed. He stood there for a few moments, as if trying to decide what he wanted to do first. Nick decided for him when he crawled off of Justin, towards Kevin. He removed Kevin's hand from his erection and replaced it with his mouth, licking it from base to tip, stopping to slide the head between his lips.



Kevin felt his knees buckle as his cock moved deep into the wet heat of Nick's throat. He grasped for Nick's head to help steady him, pleased when he felt Justin climb off the bed and move behind him, licking a path from one shoulder to the other before capturing his mouth in a steamy kiss.

Justin licked at the inside of Kevin's mouth as his arms wrapped around his chest, plucking at his nipples. He felt Kevin's skin pebble with goose bumps and smiled against Kevin's lips. A loud slurping sound and growl sounded in the room and Justin looked down, his eyes locking with Nick's. The blonde pulled off of Kevin's cock to give his jaw a break.

"You okay babe?" Justin asked softly. He moved one hand from Kevin's chest to stroke Nick's cheek lovingly.

Nick's response was a nod and an impish grin. "Just need a breather. Gonna get lockjaw if I don't."

"Don't I know that," Justin giggled, nipping Kevin's shoulder with his teeth.


Kevin pulled away from both Nick and Justin, startling both men slightly. "As much as I love you blowing me Nicky, I thought we were here for Justin."

Justin shrugged. "I can watch him blow you. It's all good." Justin grinned and winked as he crawled up onto the bed with Nick, making himself comfortable.

Nick caught Kevin's eye and discreetly nodded towards the younger man. Kevin winked and instantly they were on top of him, licking and sucking at Justin's skin. Kevin spread Justin's legs out and settled himself in between them while Nick straddled his chest, pinning his arms over his head gently. "Your night, J. It's your night tonight," Nick spoke against the skin of Justin's throat as he licked and sucked a trail to his lips.

Kevin was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of Nick's broad back and the way his ass was spread just enough to afford him a delicious view. His eyes then lowered to Justin's erection which was hard and leaking, a violent purple. Before he could stop himself, Kevin leaned forward and grasped Nick's ass cheeks, spreading them just a little more so that he could press his lips against the pucker, kissing Nick intimately. His tongue darted out and Kevin could tell by the loud gasp and moan that he'd surprised the blonde.

"Fuck..." Nick whimpered at the feel of Kevin's tongue probing him. He bit down on Justin's tongue, causing him to thrust up against Kevin's groin.

"What's he doing?" Justin grunted. He was holding on to Nick's arms tightly, unable to think properly from the multitude of sensations that his lovers were bombarding him with.

"He's..." Nick began. He lost all concentration and twitched as Kevin moved down to lap at his exposed balls. When he opened his eyes Nick saw Justin still waiting for an answer. "He was rimming me, now he's sucking on my balls. Licking and biting them." Nick pressed a kiss to Justin's lips before pulling away and twisting his body around to face Kevin who simply looked up at him and grinned sheepishly.

"I couldn't help it. You just looked so delicious I had to taste."

Nick chuckled as he pulled Kevin up so they were face to face. "By Jesus, if you fucking make me cum before I get to fuck that mouth I'll kill you." Nick punctuated his threat by roughly grabbing the back of Kevin's head and pulling him in for a bruising kiss, topped off with a sharp bite to Kevin's tongue.

"You're such a bitch." Kevin pouted playfully, which only caused for Nick and Justin to laugh.

"Awww, Kevvy. I'll make it up to you. Don't listen to Nicky," Justin wiggled his hips to rub their erections together, reminding Kevin of what his original destination was.

Kevin grabbed the small bottle of lube and a condom from the night stand and began to prepare himself. When he was sufficiently covered and lubricated, he then started to prepare Justin, stretching him sufficiently. Nick on the other hand had settled down beside Justin, kissing and whispering softly to him.

"So was it a good surprise?" Nick asked, flicking his tongue out at Justin's lips. Justin's eyes fluttered shut, the work of Kevin's fingers inside of him.

"Yeah Baby, it was. Needed this so bad. Needed YOU so bad," Justin felt tremors wrack his body from Kevin's fingers curling against his prostate as he hungrily fed on Nick's lips. "It was such a fucking awful interview today and... all I could think about was the two of you and how much I wanted you here."

Kevin was listening to the conversation taking place before him and smiled as he leaned forward to press a kiss to Justin's forehead and then Nick's. "Well, Nick suggested we pay you a visit. He had an idea that something was wrong or that something might go wrong. So we hopped a flight and after talking to Jayce, I'm glad we did. Nowhere else we should be tonight." Justin reached up, silently asking for a kiss which Kevin granted him gladly. As their lips opened and their tongues twisted around each other, Nick leaned in to watch hungrily, his forehead resting on Kevin's shoulder.

"Kev.. please..." Justin gasped. "I need you now, please.....fuck me."

Growling, Kevin pulled away and resumed his earlier position between Justin's legs. After placing his throbbing erection at Justin's entrance, he started to slowly push inside, allowing the heat to envelope him. Kevin could feel every inch slide into Justin's tight heat and fought not to hold the younger man still and ram himself in to the hilt. It wasn't until he was entirely sheathed in Justin's body that he opened his eyes. A soft gasp escaped his lips, the sight of Nick and Justin before him was absolutely beautiful.

Nick was curled up on his side, kissing and licking his way down Justin's chest and stomach while Justin's mouth was diligently working on Nick's erection. The two men were breathtaking alone, Kevin had long since resigned himself to this fact, but seeing them together was nearly poetic, their golden skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, muscles working in tandem to please each other and themselves, but just the glow that seemed to emanate off of them while together was something Kevin had never seen elsewhere. For a few moments, Kevin found himself unable to do anything except watch, his own erection forgotten.

It wasn't until Justin shimmied his hips and Nick bit at the small tattoo on his pelvis that Kevin was brought back to reality, two sets of blue eyes watching him curiously.

"You all right Kev?" Nick asked, soothing the pain he'd just caused with his tongue. "You looked far away."

"Just watching you two, how beautiful you are together." Kevin watched both men blush and lock eyes before turning their focus back to him once again.

"Well, admire us afterwards. Fuck, we'll take pictures. Right now I want you to move that cock and fuck me."

Nick slapped Kevin's ass playfully, chuckling. "Such a demanding bitch in bed, don'tcha think?" Before Nick could hear Kevin's response, he felt his eyes roll back into his head and his whole body tremble. Justin had swallowed him entirely down his throat, engulfing him in a blissful wet heat. As quickly as it came, it left as Justin pulled off.

"What was that Nickolas?" Justin asked, pinching Nick's thigh sharply in it's most sensitive place.

"Fuck..." Nick swatted Justin's hand away roughly and rubbing the sore flesh. "Don't fucking do that."

Justin repeated the pinching action causing for Nick to lean in and bite Justin in the exact same place on his own leg. The two babies continued fighting until Kevin swiveled his hips and caused for Justin's brain to short out.

"Behave children, unless you want me to send Justin to his room."

Nick and Justin both stopped everything before locking eyes and giggling evilly. "Okay dad..."

"Thanks dad.."

That only made them laugh harder and Kevin to growl louder. Without warning, Kevin began to pull out and then push back into Justin, starting them off on a slow pace. It gave Justin enough freedom to pull Nick's erection back into his mouth and down his throat while at the same time he felt his own erection being swallowed into the warm heat of Nick's mouth.

Having Kevin's body so close to his, hearing every single movement and each reaction his thrusts were having on Justin, Nick realized he didn't want to cum like this. As much as he loved the feel of Justin's mouth around his cock, the way he seemed to know how to suck him exactly how he liked it, Nick wanted to cum inside of Justin, right after Kevin did. He eased up for a moment and pulled himself away from Justin's mouth, which only caused the younger man to whimper in protest.

"Baby, just hold off a minute. Kevin can't fuck you as good as he wants if he's worried you're gonna bite my dick off. I can't focus enough without worrying that you're gonna bite my dick off. I mean, you know how I like a little teeth, that sharp pain is more than enough to get me off..."

Justin gave a nod, knowing what Nick was referring to. A few times already, Kevin had shifted his angle and Justin had to fight from not clenching his teeth in reaction. With Kevin's size, it was hard to focus on anything except the pure pleasure radiating from his ass throughout his whole body.

Nick crawled over to Kevin, pulling him in for a breathless kiss. "I want him next..."

Kevin nodded. "Want me to make him cum?"

Looking over his shoulder, Nick saw that Justin was unaware of anything except Kevin's cock reaming him at that moment. His eyes were closed, his back arched and his hands clutching the pillow over his head. Nick's mouth began to water at the sight. He shook his head.

"Nah. You can make him cum, but do it while I'm fucking him." Nick looked deep into Kevin's eyes and before he knew it, Kevin's hand was holding the back of his head in place and he was being held hostage in a savage kiss. It took half a dozen more thrusts before he felt Kevin groan and whimper into his mouth, his whole body trembling violently. "Fuck yeah.. cum Kev... cum for me baby.." Nick encouraged him seductively. "Feels so good don't it?"


Kevin could only let out nonsylabic sounds, his whole body feeling as though on fire.

Nick discreetly reached over to the night stand and grabbed a condom, sheathing his erection with the latex. As Kevin was riding out the last bit of his orgasm, he pulled out in order to let Nick take his place. Justin's eyes opened in surprise when he felt Kevin slide out leaving him empty, raw and devoid of his orgasm.

"What the... aww Kev.. I wasn't there yet..." His chest was heaving as he gasped for more oxygen. Justin could practically feel his orgasm and he couldn't believe that Kevin was... Before he could finish that thought, Nick had his legs thrown over his shoulders and was pushing roughly inside of him.

"No, you weren't, but you will be." Nick promised, leaning up and kissing Justin roughly. "Don't worry, Babe, we're gonna take care of you."

Kevin laid down on the bed beside Justin and Nick for a few seconds to regain his breath and allow for his body to relax a little. When he was okay to proceed, he first leaned in to kiss his youngest lover and then made his way down his lithe body to his erection which was throbbing angrily.

With the state Justin was in, it took almost no time for Kevin and Nick to bring him to orgasm. It took about a dozen sharp punches to his prostate from Nick and the feel of being sucked into Kevin's mouth for Justin to cry out loudly, arch his back and explode in a haze of white hot lights.

Nick watched in amazement through lidded eyes as Justin's face contorted into a multitude of emotions. He saw pain, pleasure and ecstasy all together into what he knew was an amazing orgasm for Justin. As a result, Justin's body tightened around his erection, pulling his own orgasm out simultaneously. When Nick felt a mouth cover his, he fell into the kiss. It had to have been Kevin by the salty, bitter taste that filled his mouth, Justin's cum which was still lingering on the older man's lips and tongue. He rode out the tremors and follow up twitches until finally he collapsed on the bed beside Justin, pulling out in the process.

Except for the low, shallow breathing, the room was completely silent. Nick had curled himself against Justin's back, while Kevin was pressed against his front, three pairs of legs all tangled around one another.

The air began to chill their once heated skin, causing for Nick to shiver uncomfortably. He reached out to the giant ball of wadded tissue that he'd blindly placed on the night stand next to his side of the bed and sat up. Silently, he crossed the room and threw it in the garbage before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

Justin felt Nick get out of the bed, shivering from the loss of body heat. Immediately, he curled closer into Kevin's embrace, expecting Nick to return immediately. Moments later Nick still hadn't come back and as if on cue, he heard the water in the shower turn on.

"Where'd Nick go?" Kevin asked sleepily against Justin's throat.

"Shower."

"Hmm."

Justin had been on the verge of falling asleep, but was now more awake. A shower sounded like a good idea, especially knowing Nick was in there, all wet and soapy. It was going to be a bit of time before he was ready for more action, his cock still limp and showing no signs of reviving, but he was still interested in joining the blonde for a post coital shower. "Wanna join him?"

Kevin grunted, yawning. "Tired."

Justin chuckled and rolled his eyes as he extracted himself from Kevin's embrace. He headed into the bathroom to join Nick under the spray of water. "Got room for one more?" He asked, poking his head through the steam.

Nick's lips curled into a smile and he nodded, stepping back to make room for Justin. There had been hope that someone would join him in the shower, but Nick wasn't too sure if it would happen. But here Justin was, standing under the spray of water, eyes closed and water sluicing down his beautiful body. Nick couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight. "Where's Kev?"

"Tired."

"Whatever."

"Exactly."

No more words were spoken as Nick stepped in closer and Justin wrapped his arms around his waist, bringing their bodies together. They let out mirroring moans of contentment as their mouths found one another and they took the time to kiss each other leisurely.

"I love you J." Nick whispered against Justin's shoulder when they'd paused to take a breath. He lifted his head to look directly into Justin's eyes so that he would see how genuine the sentiment was.

Justin nodded and smiled. "I know you do Nicky, I love you too."

Nick kissed Justin one more time before reaching for the shampoo and lathering his hair up. They spent a considerable amount of time in the shower, alternating between actually cleaning up and making out against the shower wall, unable to stop hands from roaming over slick skin. By the time they were finished, Nick and Justin were clean and completely relaxed, grins decorating both men's faces.

Nick pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt, throwing some over to Justin, who stared at him questioningly.

"What are these for?"

"Do you want to sleep in that bed?" Nick pointed to the bed that was dirty and messy with cum, lube and sweat. Justin scrunched up his nose and shook his head. It was one thing to sleep in it when you were still dirty, but now that he'd shower that was the last thing he wanted to do. "Neither do I. So we're gonna head to your room. Your beds are clean right?" Justin nodded. "So do you want the whole hotel to see you bare ass naked?"

Justin's response was to slip the tee shirt over his head and the jogging pants on. Just as they were searching for Justin's room key Kevin shifted, breaking out of the sleep he'd fallen into.

"Where are you two goin?"

"To Justin's room. Bed's dirty here."

Kevin wiped his eyes tiredly and yawned. "I'll come with.. I don't wanna sleep alone."

Nick giggled as Kevin pouted, which only caused him to pout more.

"Shower first, Babe."

It was then that Kevin woke up a little more to see that Justin and Nick were both freshly showered. "You showered? Without me?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "Fucker, I told you he was showering. I asked if you wanted to join and you said you were tired. You fucking fell asleep before I even got out of the bed."

"I was tired.. ya'll wore me out." Kevin whined, causing for Nick and Justin to burst into laughter again.

"Okay then you big baby," Nick said sitting on Kevin's side of the bed. He leaned down and kissed the older man sweetly on the lips. "You go and take a shower, come up to J's room when you're done. We'll leave the door unlocked."

Justin nodded and gave Kevin the room number.

"Gimme twenty minutes."

When Kevin turned the doorknob to Justin's room, he was pleased to find it unlocked as they'd said. The lights were all off in the suite and Kevin wove his way through to the bedroom to find Justin and Nick curled up around each other in the centre of a king sized bed. "You didn't say that you had a big bed." He said, interrupting the soft whispers echoing through the room.

"You didn't ask."

Kevin tilted his head to the side, Justin was right. Shrugging he slipped out of the pajamas he'd put on to wear through the halls and crawled on the bed up to where Justin had opened the sheets in invitation. First, Kevin pressed a lengthy kiss to Nick's mouth, letting the blonde's tongue explore his mouth playfully. When they broke, he leaned down to do the same with Justin. Finally, he laid down and curled against Justin's back, spooning with him. "Now, I'm going to sleep. Good night boys." He settled in and let his body relax, feeling two sets of eyes on him. Opening one eye his suspicions were verified as both Nick and Justin were watching him. "What?"

"That's it? You're going to sleep?" Nick asked, teasing lightly.

"Uhh.. yeah."

"But if I recall correctly.." Justin spoke, fighting not to giggle. "You said ya'll were gonna fuck me, then you were going to fuck each other until I was ready for more."

Kevin shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. He'd figured that they would be more than ready for sleep by now. It was just then that he saw the smirks on their face and grinned. Instead of speaking, he reached over to slide his hand down Nick's stomach to where his cock lay, still limp. Heavy in his hand, Kevin stroked the muscle a few times not surprised when it showed no signs of life. "And how do you suspect we fuck with that?" Kevin raised an eyebrow, not letting go of Nick's dick.

"I'm sure you can blow some life into it," Nick suggested as he thrust his hips a few times.

Kevin rolled his eyes and followed the same actions with Justin, finding him just as soft as Nick. "I'd say neither of you are up for anything right now, and I can tell you that I'm definitely not raring to go. So fuck off, leave me alone and get some sleep." Kevin's voice was kind, no hint at all of anger or annoyance. Again, he settled down and closed his eyes to anticipate sleep. Again, he felt two pairs of eyes on him. "I'm sleeping." He reiterated, turning his back to them.

Nick and Justin both giggled softly. They were tired, but not tired enough to want to sleep. Both still had a considerable amount of energy in them. "Forget him," Nick whispered against Justin's jaw. "We don't need him anyways."

Justin bit back a low moan as Nick's hands settled on his ass, pulling their bodies closer. He fell into the kiss effortlessly, whimpering at the feel of Nick's tongue everywhere in his mouth, tasting him liberally. They might not be up for more actual sex, but making out was just as much fun with none of the mess.

Kevin could barely feel the bed shaking from where Justin and Nick were pawing at each other, the soft sounds of lips smacking, low growls and whimpers echoing in the room. It was obvious they hadn't gone any further than kissing, but Kevin felt slightly left out and suddenly wasn't as tired as he had been only minutes before. Slowly, so they wouldn't realize he'd done it, Kevin turned over to watch them for a few minutes, feeling his whole body ache with want. He still wasn't entirely hard, but it wasn't about that anymore, it had shifted to something more, beyond physical and directed towards emotional. Comforting. Loving.

Kevin was startled when he felt a hand caress his jaw. "Want to join us?" Nick asked softly, his eyes kind and no hint of mocking in his tone. He could only nod, words escaping him. The night was far from over and he had to wonder how he could have thought it wouldn't be.

With one touch of Nick's lips to his, Justin's tongue darting at the corner of his mouth and the feel of their bodies pressed together Kevin felt himself transported to another place and time. Somewhere where everything was different, time had stopped and everything was going to work out in the end.

As if on the same wavelength, all three men pulled back simultaneously and paused for a moment, surveying the scene before them. It was Justin who spoke first, "I love you both. So fucking much."

Nick nodded, knowing that he didn't need to return the sentiment. Both men knew he felt the same way. Kevin leaned in, kissing them both as if giving his answer. It was how the night should have ended the first time, but somewhere in the recess of his mind, Nick was glad it hadn't. Things wouldn't have been the same if they had.

FINIS


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