hmm
really must stop feeling inferior if I don't write a story every day.
sorry. issues!me. :) And I have to get up in five hours! yay!
*sigh* Issues!me really rears her ugly head when I'm tired. But I did a story! yay! and it was fun. not at all stressful. I love fun stories - which is why I stayed up writing, instead of being sensible and going to bed. :)
Um. Heh. Kevin/Chris, and TimberNick. Heh. I love that. "TimberNick." But only a little of them. :( Mostly with the old guys. :) JC's a pimp, Chris is crashing a party, and Justin's on booty call patrol, the ho. I feel vaguely blasephemous for writing the "WGO" video shoot as a massive orgy, but, well. It's fic. It's not real. Whatever.
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The thing that _really_ sucked about the phone ringing so early in the morning was the fact that Chris actually had the day off - there wasn't anything he _had_ to get up and do. Plus, he was having a sex dream at the time. Sex dreams were good, especially when they involved several buff naked guys wrestling in a giant tub of Jell-O instant chocolate pudding.
"Hello?" Chris said into the phone, from under the covers.
"Who is this?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.
"Bzzt! I'm sorry, but _you_ called me! Try again when you've pulled your head out of your ass and figured out who the hell you want to talk to!" Chris said, and turned off the phone.
Two seconds later, it rang again.
"Damn, you've got me on _speed-dial_ and you don't even know who I am?"
"Chris," Justin said, irritated, "if you fucking hang up on me again - "
"Justin? The fuck are you calling me and asking me who I am for?" Chris asked. He rolled over on his side and shifted his dick, a little uncomfortable to be lying on top of, in his present condition.
"You're talking on _my_ phone, dickweed," Justin said.
"The hell?" Chris poked his head out of the covers and looked at the phone in his hands. True enough, it was Justin's phone, and not his own. "And just why do I have your cell?"
"I, um," Justin said. "Guess I picked up yours by mistake last night."
"Too bad," Chris yawned. "I'll put it downstairs by the door and you can come and get it - "
"No, Chris," Justin said, quickly. "I'm, uh, expecting a call. A _very important_ call."
Something about his emphasis - the nudge-nudge wink-wink of it - made Chris raise an eyebrow. Then, he abruptly dropped the phone, which bounced and disappeared under the covers.
A series of faint "Chris? Chris?"es made him root around and pick it up again, delicately, using only his fingertips and careful not to brush it up against his face.
"I can't believe I've got your damn booty-call phone," Chris yelled, so Justin could hear him. "One of these days I'm giving it to Britney 'by mistake,' so she can find out all about your dog-like ways, Timberlake."
"Chris, don't," Justin whined. "It's okay, really. You know. We've got an - "
"Understanding," Chris said, dryly. "So, you know, I could just give her the number, then, and it would be totally fine with you _and_ her."
Justin didn't say anything. Chris could picture him opening and closing his mouth, without any words coming out. He thought he heard a faint giggle that had to have come from JC.
"I'm not _going_ to," Chris said, finally, putting him out of his misery. "Wouldn't want you to get mixed up handling calls from your girlfriend _and_ your boyfriend du jour. You still fucking Nick Carter?"
"_Chris_ - " Justin sounded truly pained, now.
"Oh, no, let me guess. He's right there at the shoot, isn't he? Which means you've either moved on to someone else, or you're two-timing Carter, too. It can't be anyone from Backstreet, since they're all there - "
"Chris," Justin said, again, trying this time for a 'don't-fuck-with-me' growl.
It was Chris's turn to giggle. "I bet you told JC who it is. Hell, JC probably set you up, since he's your favourite pimp. Don't tell me, I'll get it out of him, later. So," Chris said, leaning back against the headboard. "I suppose you want me to come down there and give you your phone, eh? And what do I get, in return?"
"Um," Justin said, weakly. "Me?"
"Been there, done that, Timberlake," Chris said, dryly. "In case you'd forgotten. And don't offer me JC, either, because you _know_ I've had him, and can have him again, anytime I want."
"Um," Justin said. "There's other cute guys here at the shoot. Maybe you'd meet someone."
"Justin, I already _know_ everyone there - " Chris said, annoyed. They were at the shoot for the charity video - the one that he'd been told he, Lance, and Joey were 'not required' for. Not that he was bitter; it _was_ for charity, after all, and there were a lot of people involved, and he wasn't _completely_ petty.
JC's voice abruptly came on the phone. "You know, Chris, Kevin Richardson is here," he said, conversationally.
"Um," Chris said. Damn JC for being such a good pimp - and also for knowing exactly when and how to pump people for useful information. Chris's most vulnerable moments usually came at about 4am, when he was drunk and morose. The last time he'd just _happened_ to mention to JC a lingering interest in Backstreet's eldest member - one that had started out in a harmless mutual flirtation on their occasional meetings in Germany, but had never progressed any further than that, dammit.
"And I just happened to ask him if he's staying alone while he's in town."
"Uh."
"And what do you know? He is," JC finished.
"Fuck you, Chasez," Chris said. "Tell Justin I'm on my way." He hung up. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." He continued the refrain all the way through his shower, getting dressed, and driving over to the video shoot. It was stupid; nothing was going to happen between him and Kevin. Almost definitely. Most likely. He was practically positive of it.
***
Justin cornered him as soon as he walked in the door. "Chris!" he said, grabbing the phone out of Chris's hands.
"Yo, Justin, you've got some dirt on your face," Chris teased, rubbing at the scruff of hair on Justin's lip.
Justin scowled and pulled away from him. "Did, uh, anyone call?" he asked, anxiously, looking around to see if anyone was listening.
"You must be losing your touch," Chris said, shaking his head. "The first time it rang all night was when you called me."
"Uh, good, good," Justin said, pocketing the phone. "So, um. Kevin's around here, somewhere. I think JC was talking to him - "
Chris groaned out loud. "We have got to stop him from pimping, one of these days. He's going to get someone in trouble, and it's probably going to be me."
Justin grinned, and nudged Chris in the ribs. "Kevin likes you. I remember seeing the two of you together, back when we were on tour in Europe. He was totally into you."
"Oh, yeah, he _loves_ me," Chris said, "and that's why nothing ever happened between us. I'm sure the fact that he's straight doesn't make a difference at all."
Justin raised an eyebrow.
"Well, he is now," Chris said, weakly. "He's married."
Justin started to laugh. "Yeah, okay, whatever," he said, patting Chris on the shoulder.
"Hey, Chris," Nick Carter said, coming up behind Justin, sliding his hands around Justin's waist. "Hey, baby," he said, nuzzling Justin's neck.
"Nick," Justin squirmed. "Not exactly a good place for this, okay?"
"Everybody here is cool," Nick pouted, but let Justin go with a goosing, which made him yelp and rub his ass and made Chris chuckle, then Nick wandered off again to where the bulk of the filming was being done. Chris raised an eyebrow when he realized that Howie was standing in front of a blank 'wall', patiently being taped up to it by AJ.
"I can't believe you're three-timing that adorable boy," Chris said to Justin.
"He is cute, isn't he?" Justin sighed, looking over at Nick, who waved and made a pretty face. "And he's fucking _incredible_ in bed. But, Chris, man, you should _see_ this guy JC and I met at this club the other night. I swear, he's, like, double-jointed, and - "
"One of these days, Justin, someone is going to break _your_ heart, and then you'll regret all the shit you've done to the people in your life," Chris warned him, but Justin wasn't really listening.
"Huh? What?" Justin asked.
"Nothing," Chris sighed. "Where's the catering table set up, anyway? I need coffee."
"Over there," Justin said, waving his hands indistinctly in the direction of another part of the room. The shoot was set up in a large warehouse-type building, roughly the size of a football field, which had been curtained off in more than a dozen different spots to allow for still photos as well as filming to take place, plus boys and girls' dressing/makeup/hairdressing areas. Everyone was pretty much hanging out wherever, though, mingling and talking while waiting for their turns in front of the cameras.
Chris wandered around, hoping that no-one would realize that he wasn't really supposed to be here and kick him the hell out. It was one thing to 'not be required' here, another thing entirely to be politely asked to leave.
At least, he hoped they'd be polite about it.
The room was more intricate than it seemed, at first glance, with lights and cameras set up all over the place. He peeked around one curtained area and accidentally stumbled across two rather famous - and publicly hostile, or so he thought - singers in an intimate clinch, mumbled a hasty "sorry," and retreated again. After ten minutes of wandering around smelling coffee without actually being able to find the source, he was nearly convinced that he should just go back home and get back into his cozy bed and perverted Jell-O pudding dreams.
"There's always room for Jell-O," he snorted to himself.
"Hey," JC said, into his ear, squeezing him from the side and pressing a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey, baby," Chris murmured. "I'm lost and all out of breadcrumbs. Help me find coffee?"
JC laughed and took him by the hand. "The magical gingerbread house is over here, little girl," he said, and then pushed Chris in front of him towards another curtained room and left before Chris could even thank him for leading him towards the elusive caffeine gods.
"Thanks, C," Chris said, but JC was already out of earshot. He shrugged and went into the craft services area.
Where, of course, Kevin Richardson was standing.
"Right," Chris said to himself, waging an internal war between self-preservation and lingering horniness. "Hi," he said to Kevin, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Hi," Kevin said, looking at Chris with surprise. "I didn't know you'd be here, today."
"Didn't you hear? I'm Justin Timberlake's new lackey," Chris beamed. "Where he goes, I go, and do his bidding."
"Huh," Kevin said, nodding his head. "I suppose if I ever can't find Nick, then I should just call you, eh?"
Chris winced. "Not being very subtle, are they?"
"Justin might be," Kevin shrugged. "But Nick? Not gonna happen. Boy wears his heart - not mention some other, more obvious body parts - on his sleeve. Always has."
"Yeah," Chris sighed. "Poor Nick. I'd just like to take this opportunity to apologize in advance, on Justin's behalf, for whatever may transpire between them in the long run."
"Oh, I don't know," Kevin said. "Nick might just surprise you - _and_ Justin."
"Huh. _That_ I'd like to see," Chris smiled. "So, uh, how are you? I like the braids," he said, nodding at Kevin's hair.
Kevin made a face. "It was AJ's idea," he said. "As if no-one could guess."
"It looks good," Chris argued. "It's good to have a change, every once in a while. Besides, it's only hair."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed. "That's why I said yes. Actually - and don't tell anyone - I kind of like it like this."
"My lips are sealed," Chris grinned, stirring his coffee. "So, I, uh, suppose you have to get back out there."
"Nah," Kevin shook his head. "They told me to get lost for an hour, or so. There's too many people here at the same time; I don't think anyone ever expected this many egos to fit in such a small space at one time, much less _on_ time."
Chris laughed. "I'm pretty sure that's why they told Joey to stay home."
"Yeah," Kevin said. "We tried to ditch Howie, but those damn electronic implants." He frowned. "I thought they were a good idea at the time, but - the electro-shock whenever we get beyond the fifty-yard perimeter from each other can be unpleasant."
Chris gaped at him, until Kevin grinned, and then he burst out laughing. "Fuck, Richardson," Chris guffawed. "I thought you were _serious_, for a moment."
"Just feels like that, sometimes," Kevin said, smiling.
"_Tell_ me about it. So, um - " Chris stepped aside when a group of other people came into the small curtained 'room' and started picking over the bagel tray. He ended up in Kevin's personal space, but the much taller man just smiled and seemed unconcerned by Chris's sudden proximity. "Maybe we - uh, I - should get out of here. Seems a little crowded, at the moment."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed, and took Chris's arm. "I think I saw a free bit of space over this way."
Chris didn't resist, just let Kevin lead him through the maze-like series of mini-'rooms' with his unerring sense of direction. They passed through a couple of make-up rooms and again through a still photo set, where AJ was being photographed.
One 'room' in particular was very interesting - it was completely empty, save for Nick sitting on the floor, and Justin, who was mostly in Nick's lap, his back to the curtain's opening, where Kevin and Chris paused for a moment. Nick had one hand up the back of Justin's shirt and the other plucking at a nipple, and Justin was openly writhing on top of him.
"Mm," Nick said, nibbling at Justin's shoulder, "tell me you love me, baby."
"Love your mouth, Nicky," Justin gasped, his body working itself against Nick's body. He was making short, whimpering noises as Nick slowly got him off, utterly powerless under Nick's unrelenting erotic assault.
Nick caught sight of Chris and Kevin and winked at them, openly, although Justin was too caught up to even notice that they were being watched.
Kevin just shook his head, let the curtain fall back, and pulled Chris away again.
Chris had to subtly adjust himself in order to walk normally. He could see what Kevin meant about Nick surprising Justin; if that was a sample of his technique, the boy was going to have Justin wrapped around his finger and jumping on command before long. Hell, Justin might even get rid of the extra cell phone.
Kevin stopped in an empty 'room' with a table and a chair. He offered Chris the chair, but Chris hopped up on the table, which was strewn with a dozen of the black cloth blindfolds that were being used in the video shoot. Kevin sat down in the chair.
"Huh," Chris said, sorting through the different blindfolds and picking out one that read 'Gay.' "I should steal this and take it with me the next time I go out. Nothing like a little free advertising to help get dates."
Kevin chuckled, and leaned over the table. "Maybe I should take that one, then," he said, pointing to the 'Bisexual' one.
Chris smiled, a little, and drank some of his coffee.
"You know, I always regretted never taking you up on your offer," Kevin said, quietly.
Chris flushed. One night, about five years ago, they'd gotten snowed in a Berlin hotel room and everyone had gotten pretty drunk, Chris included. He vaguely remembered offering Kevin a 'fuck, a suck, or whatever,' in his inebriated state. The next morning, he'd made another in his continuing pleas to Joey to gag him whenever he got drunk. Unfortunately, Joey was usually too busy - or too entertained by Chris's drunken behavior, the fucker - to do it for him. "Um," he said. "It was, kind of, you know. Open-ended. No time limit, or anything." He looked into his coffee cup and told himself to shut _up_, already, wondering if maybe the cream had been spiked with something.
"That's good to know." Kevin put down his empty cup and put his hand on Chris's thigh.
"Uh," Chris said, astounded yet again by his own stellar command of the language. "Your, uh, situation - "
"Don't," Kevin said, shaking his head. "Let's just call it complicated and leave it at that, okay?"
"Okay," Chris nodded, vigorously, wondering just _why_ it felt like his entire body was heating through, from that single spot on his thigh where Kevin was touching him.
Kevin took the cup out of his hands and set it alongside his on the floor. Then he stood up, and Chris was still sitting, and he wondered if Kevin had gotten _taller_ since the last time he'd seen him, and then Kevin was kissing him and suddenly asking stupid mental questions was somewhat less important to Chris than trying to get his tongue down Kevin's throat.
Then Chris was pretty sure where Nick had gotten _some_ of his technique, because he was flat on his back on the table, Kevin on top of him. "Yeah," he said, as Kevin bit a mark into his neck, and then hissed, "_Yes_," as Kevin found a particularly vulnerable spot. "You Backstreet Boys have really good mouths," he said, voice a little shaky, when Kevin pulled away and gave him a chance to breathe.
"I don't think this is the best place for this," Kevin said, frowning.
"Uh, yeah, right," Chris agreed, nodding. "It's kind of, um, public, and - "
"No," Kevin said. "I meant, I'm pretty sure this table isn't going to hold both of us up. We'd better get on the floor, instead."
Chris could feel his mouth hanging open, but he couldn't manage to close it on his own, until Kevin kissed him and pulled him down on the floor. This was possibly the hottest thing he'd ever even imagined in his wildest fantasies - having sex for the first time with a hot guy of his long-term dreams in a nearly-public place. There was only a curtain separating them from total exposure to the rest of the room, not to mention the fact that there were cameras everywhere, and dozens of people milling around, coming in and out. All this lacked was a big vat of chocolate pudding, or it would be perfect.
There was no _way_ he wasn't going to wake up, any second now.
"Ow," Chris muttered, rubbing his leg.
"What?" Kevin asked.
"Nothing," Chris said, then flushed with Kevin raised an eyebrow at him. "Pinched myself," he admitted.
"And you're not dreaming?" Kevin asked.
Chris shook his head, sheepishly.
"Good. Maybe you should pinch me, too."
Smirking, Chris goosed Kevin, who yelped. "I got that move from Nick," Chris laughed.
"It figures," Kevin said, rubbing the sore spot. "Sounds just like him. Now, uh, where were we?"
"Here," Chris said, and wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck, kissing him. He sat much like Justin had with Nick, not on him but in the vee of Kevin's outstretched legs, facing him. It would be asking for even more trouble to try something complicated, but this position allowed for some exploration underneath clothes without getting totally naked, and that was even more of a turn-on, for some reason. He briefly considered taking one of the blindfolds and putting it on Kevin, then decided that it really was nicer being able to look into those green eyes.
He unzipped Kevin's pants and slid a hand inside, finding a hardness that made him extremely relieved that this wasn't all one-sided, as he feared. Kevin was already palming him, and his hands shook but he returned the favour, nevertheless, closing his eyes and resting his head on Kevin's shoulder.
They were partially obscured by the folding table, but it wouldn't be difficult for anyone coming in to figure out who they were and what they were doing. Chris really couldn't manage to care that much, for himself, and if he cared a little bit more on Kevin's behalf it still wasn't enough to make him stop. It certainly wasn't enough to make him _want_ to stop.
Chris was delighted to discover that Kevin's long, elegant fingers were adapt at much more than playing the piano, as the handjob brought him to a quick and rather messy orgasm, and he even remembered to bite his own lip rather than Kevin's, because, after all, _he_ wasn't the one going on-camera. Kevin, however, took full advantage of Chris's off-camera status and sank his teeth again into his neck when he came, shortly afterwards.
Chris licked Kevin's hand clean and then snagged one of the blindfolds - 'Radical' he snickered as he read it - and used it to wipe both of them up.
"These are extras, right?" he asked, too late.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "There's tons of them around."
"Good," Chris said, taking the 'Gay' and 'Bisexual' and tucking them into his pockets. "For later," he said, with a grin, when Kevin looked at him quizzically.
They were just zipped up and kissing lazily when AJ poked his head through the curtain. "There you are," he said, smirking. "They're ready for your close-up, Mr. Richardson."
"I'm coming," Kevin said, and Chris had to turn a laugh into a cough, very quickly.
AJ just snorted and said, "I'll bet," and disappeared.
"I'd better go," Chris sighed, smoothing Kevin's sweater down in the front.
"Yeah," Kevin said.
"Um," Chris said, feeling idiotic and shy again. "If you want, you could come by tonight. If you want," he shrugged.
"I want," Kevin said. "I've wanted for a long time."
"Yeah?" Chris said, grinning stupidly.
"Yeah." Kevin kissed him on the mouth. "I have to go, or I'll never get out of here. I'll call you later, let you know when I'm coming."
"Believe me, I want to be there whenever you're coming," Chris laughed.
"I've got to stop saying that," Kevin groaned.
"Don't," Chris said, kissing him one last time. "Okay, go, go," he said, pushing Kevin out of the room.
When Kevin was gone, Chris looked around the maze of curtains and groaned to himself. "Great. Now how am _I_ going to get out of here? Where's JC when I need him? Or a saint-bernard?"
"You called?" JC asked, popping through the curtain.
"Fuck!" Chris yelped, and hit him. "Don't _do_ that! I almost had a heart attack."
"Sorry," JC grinned, looking terribly, terribly unapologetic. "Have fun?" he asked, innocently.
Chris blushed and grinned to himself, hitting JC again. "Shut up and help me find the door. I've got to go home and, um - "
"Rest up?"
"Just stop talking, okay? Lead me." JC took Chris's arm. "Uh, C? About Justin?"
"He's in love with Nick," JC said.
"Yeah," Chris agreed. "Totally. And that guy he's waiting for the call from? The double-jointed one?"
"Hm," JC said. "Funny thing about that. I sort of gave him the wrong number." He shrugged. "Somehow, he ended up with my number, instead of Justin's. I don't know _how_ it happened."
Chris kissed him on the cheek. "You are the best, prettiest, and most talented pimp _ever_, you know that?"
JC beamed. "I try, baby, I try."
sorry. issues!me. :) And I have to get up in five hours! yay!
*sigh* Issues!me really rears her ugly head when I'm tired. But I did a story! yay! and it was fun. not at all stressful. I love fun stories - which is why I stayed up writing, instead of being sensible and going to bed. :)
Um. Heh. Kevin/Chris, and TimberNick. Heh. I love that. "TimberNick." But only a little of them. :( Mostly with the old guys. :) JC's a pimp, Chris is crashing a party, and Justin's on booty call patrol, the ho. I feel vaguely blasephemous for writing the "WGO" video shoot as a massive orgy, but, well. It's fic. It's not real. Whatever.
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The thing that _really_ sucked about the phone ringing so early in the morning was the fact that Chris actually had the day off - there wasn't anything he _had_ to get up and do. Plus, he was having a sex dream at the time. Sex dreams were good, especially when they involved several buff naked guys wrestling in a giant tub of Jell-O instant chocolate pudding.
"Hello?" Chris said into the phone, from under the covers.
"Who is this?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.
"Bzzt! I'm sorry, but _you_ called me! Try again when you've pulled your head out of your ass and figured out who the hell you want to talk to!" Chris said, and turned off the phone.
Two seconds later, it rang again.
"Damn, you've got me on _speed-dial_ and you don't even know who I am?"
"Chris," Justin said, irritated, "if you fucking hang up on me again - "
"Justin? The fuck are you calling me and asking me who I am for?" Chris asked. He rolled over on his side and shifted his dick, a little uncomfortable to be lying on top of, in his present condition.
"You're talking on _my_ phone, dickweed," Justin said.
"The hell?" Chris poked his head out of the covers and looked at the phone in his hands. True enough, it was Justin's phone, and not his own. "And just why do I have your cell?"
"I, um," Justin said. "Guess I picked up yours by mistake last night."
"Too bad," Chris yawned. "I'll put it downstairs by the door and you can come and get it - "
"No, Chris," Justin said, quickly. "I'm, uh, expecting a call. A _very important_ call."
Something about his emphasis - the nudge-nudge wink-wink of it - made Chris raise an eyebrow. Then, he abruptly dropped the phone, which bounced and disappeared under the covers.
A series of faint "Chris? Chris?"es made him root around and pick it up again, delicately, using only his fingertips and careful not to brush it up against his face.
"I can't believe I've got your damn booty-call phone," Chris yelled, so Justin could hear him. "One of these days I'm giving it to Britney 'by mistake,' so she can find out all about your dog-like ways, Timberlake."
"Chris, don't," Justin whined. "It's okay, really. You know. We've got an - "
"Understanding," Chris said, dryly. "So, you know, I could just give her the number, then, and it would be totally fine with you _and_ her."
Justin didn't say anything. Chris could picture him opening and closing his mouth, without any words coming out. He thought he heard a faint giggle that had to have come from JC.
"I'm not _going_ to," Chris said, finally, putting him out of his misery. "Wouldn't want you to get mixed up handling calls from your girlfriend _and_ your boyfriend du jour. You still fucking Nick Carter?"
"_Chris_ - " Justin sounded truly pained, now.
"Oh, no, let me guess. He's right there at the shoot, isn't he? Which means you've either moved on to someone else, or you're two-timing Carter, too. It can't be anyone from Backstreet, since they're all there - "
"Chris," Justin said, again, trying this time for a 'don't-fuck-with-me' growl.
It was Chris's turn to giggle. "I bet you told JC who it is. Hell, JC probably set you up, since he's your favourite pimp. Don't tell me, I'll get it out of him, later. So," Chris said, leaning back against the headboard. "I suppose you want me to come down there and give you your phone, eh? And what do I get, in return?"
"Um," Justin said, weakly. "Me?"
"Been there, done that, Timberlake," Chris said, dryly. "In case you'd forgotten. And don't offer me JC, either, because you _know_ I've had him, and can have him again, anytime I want."
"Um," Justin said. "There's other cute guys here at the shoot. Maybe you'd meet someone."
"Justin, I already _know_ everyone there - " Chris said, annoyed. They were at the shoot for the charity video - the one that he'd been told he, Lance, and Joey were 'not required' for. Not that he was bitter; it _was_ for charity, after all, and there were a lot of people involved, and he wasn't _completely_ petty.
JC's voice abruptly came on the phone. "You know, Chris, Kevin Richardson is here," he said, conversationally.
"Um," Chris said. Damn JC for being such a good pimp - and also for knowing exactly when and how to pump people for useful information. Chris's most vulnerable moments usually came at about 4am, when he was drunk and morose. The last time he'd just _happened_ to mention to JC a lingering interest in Backstreet's eldest member - one that had started out in a harmless mutual flirtation on their occasional meetings in Germany, but had never progressed any further than that, dammit.
"And I just happened to ask him if he's staying alone while he's in town."
"Uh."
"And what do you know? He is," JC finished.
"Fuck you, Chasez," Chris said. "Tell Justin I'm on my way." He hung up. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." He continued the refrain all the way through his shower, getting dressed, and driving over to the video shoot. It was stupid; nothing was going to happen between him and Kevin. Almost definitely. Most likely. He was practically positive of it.
***
Justin cornered him as soon as he walked in the door. "Chris!" he said, grabbing the phone out of Chris's hands.
"Yo, Justin, you've got some dirt on your face," Chris teased, rubbing at the scruff of hair on Justin's lip.
Justin scowled and pulled away from him. "Did, uh, anyone call?" he asked, anxiously, looking around to see if anyone was listening.
"You must be losing your touch," Chris said, shaking his head. "The first time it rang all night was when you called me."
"Uh, good, good," Justin said, pocketing the phone. "So, um. Kevin's around here, somewhere. I think JC was talking to him - "
Chris groaned out loud. "We have got to stop him from pimping, one of these days. He's going to get someone in trouble, and it's probably going to be me."
Justin grinned, and nudged Chris in the ribs. "Kevin likes you. I remember seeing the two of you together, back when we were on tour in Europe. He was totally into you."
"Oh, yeah, he _loves_ me," Chris said, "and that's why nothing ever happened between us. I'm sure the fact that he's straight doesn't make a difference at all."
Justin raised an eyebrow.
"Well, he is now," Chris said, weakly. "He's married."
Justin started to laugh. "Yeah, okay, whatever," he said, patting Chris on the shoulder.
"Hey, Chris," Nick Carter said, coming up behind Justin, sliding his hands around Justin's waist. "Hey, baby," he said, nuzzling Justin's neck.
"Nick," Justin squirmed. "Not exactly a good place for this, okay?"
"Everybody here is cool," Nick pouted, but let Justin go with a goosing, which made him yelp and rub his ass and made Chris chuckle, then Nick wandered off again to where the bulk of the filming was being done. Chris raised an eyebrow when he realized that Howie was standing in front of a blank 'wall', patiently being taped up to it by AJ.
"I can't believe you're three-timing that adorable boy," Chris said to Justin.
"He is cute, isn't he?" Justin sighed, looking over at Nick, who waved and made a pretty face. "And he's fucking _incredible_ in bed. But, Chris, man, you should _see_ this guy JC and I met at this club the other night. I swear, he's, like, double-jointed, and - "
"One of these days, Justin, someone is going to break _your_ heart, and then you'll regret all the shit you've done to the people in your life," Chris warned him, but Justin wasn't really listening.
"Huh? What?" Justin asked.
"Nothing," Chris sighed. "Where's the catering table set up, anyway? I need coffee."
"Over there," Justin said, waving his hands indistinctly in the direction of another part of the room. The shoot was set up in a large warehouse-type building, roughly the size of a football field, which had been curtained off in more than a dozen different spots to allow for still photos as well as filming to take place, plus boys and girls' dressing/makeup/hairdressing areas. Everyone was pretty much hanging out wherever, though, mingling and talking while waiting for their turns in front of the cameras.
Chris wandered around, hoping that no-one would realize that he wasn't really supposed to be here and kick him the hell out. It was one thing to 'not be required' here, another thing entirely to be politely asked to leave.
At least, he hoped they'd be polite about it.
The room was more intricate than it seemed, at first glance, with lights and cameras set up all over the place. He peeked around one curtained area and accidentally stumbled across two rather famous - and publicly hostile, or so he thought - singers in an intimate clinch, mumbled a hasty "sorry," and retreated again. After ten minutes of wandering around smelling coffee without actually being able to find the source, he was nearly convinced that he should just go back home and get back into his cozy bed and perverted Jell-O pudding dreams.
"There's always room for Jell-O," he snorted to himself.
"Hey," JC said, into his ear, squeezing him from the side and pressing a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey, baby," Chris murmured. "I'm lost and all out of breadcrumbs. Help me find coffee?"
JC laughed and took him by the hand. "The magical gingerbread house is over here, little girl," he said, and then pushed Chris in front of him towards another curtained room and left before Chris could even thank him for leading him towards the elusive caffeine gods.
"Thanks, C," Chris said, but JC was already out of earshot. He shrugged and went into the craft services area.
Where, of course, Kevin Richardson was standing.
"Right," Chris said to himself, waging an internal war between self-preservation and lingering horniness. "Hi," he said to Kevin, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Hi," Kevin said, looking at Chris with surprise. "I didn't know you'd be here, today."
"Didn't you hear? I'm Justin Timberlake's new lackey," Chris beamed. "Where he goes, I go, and do his bidding."
"Huh," Kevin said, nodding his head. "I suppose if I ever can't find Nick, then I should just call you, eh?"
Chris winced. "Not being very subtle, are they?"
"Justin might be," Kevin shrugged. "But Nick? Not gonna happen. Boy wears his heart - not mention some other, more obvious body parts - on his sleeve. Always has."
"Yeah," Chris sighed. "Poor Nick. I'd just like to take this opportunity to apologize in advance, on Justin's behalf, for whatever may transpire between them in the long run."
"Oh, I don't know," Kevin said. "Nick might just surprise you - _and_ Justin."
"Huh. _That_ I'd like to see," Chris smiled. "So, uh, how are you? I like the braids," he said, nodding at Kevin's hair.
Kevin made a face. "It was AJ's idea," he said. "As if no-one could guess."
"It looks good," Chris argued. "It's good to have a change, every once in a while. Besides, it's only hair."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed. "That's why I said yes. Actually - and don't tell anyone - I kind of like it like this."
"My lips are sealed," Chris grinned, stirring his coffee. "So, I, uh, suppose you have to get back out there."
"Nah," Kevin shook his head. "They told me to get lost for an hour, or so. There's too many people here at the same time; I don't think anyone ever expected this many egos to fit in such a small space at one time, much less _on_ time."
Chris laughed. "I'm pretty sure that's why they told Joey to stay home."
"Yeah," Kevin said. "We tried to ditch Howie, but those damn electronic implants." He frowned. "I thought they were a good idea at the time, but - the electro-shock whenever we get beyond the fifty-yard perimeter from each other can be unpleasant."
Chris gaped at him, until Kevin grinned, and then he burst out laughing. "Fuck, Richardson," Chris guffawed. "I thought you were _serious_, for a moment."
"Just feels like that, sometimes," Kevin said, smiling.
"_Tell_ me about it. So, um - " Chris stepped aside when a group of other people came into the small curtained 'room' and started picking over the bagel tray. He ended up in Kevin's personal space, but the much taller man just smiled and seemed unconcerned by Chris's sudden proximity. "Maybe we - uh, I - should get out of here. Seems a little crowded, at the moment."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed, and took Chris's arm. "I think I saw a free bit of space over this way."
Chris didn't resist, just let Kevin lead him through the maze-like series of mini-'rooms' with his unerring sense of direction. They passed through a couple of make-up rooms and again through a still photo set, where AJ was being photographed.
One 'room' in particular was very interesting - it was completely empty, save for Nick sitting on the floor, and Justin, who was mostly in Nick's lap, his back to the curtain's opening, where Kevin and Chris paused for a moment. Nick had one hand up the back of Justin's shirt and the other plucking at a nipple, and Justin was openly writhing on top of him.
"Mm," Nick said, nibbling at Justin's shoulder, "tell me you love me, baby."
"Love your mouth, Nicky," Justin gasped, his body working itself against Nick's body. He was making short, whimpering noises as Nick slowly got him off, utterly powerless under Nick's unrelenting erotic assault.
Nick caught sight of Chris and Kevin and winked at them, openly, although Justin was too caught up to even notice that they were being watched.
Kevin just shook his head, let the curtain fall back, and pulled Chris away again.
Chris had to subtly adjust himself in order to walk normally. He could see what Kevin meant about Nick surprising Justin; if that was a sample of his technique, the boy was going to have Justin wrapped around his finger and jumping on command before long. Hell, Justin might even get rid of the extra cell phone.
Kevin stopped in an empty 'room' with a table and a chair. He offered Chris the chair, but Chris hopped up on the table, which was strewn with a dozen of the black cloth blindfolds that were being used in the video shoot. Kevin sat down in the chair.
"Huh," Chris said, sorting through the different blindfolds and picking out one that read 'Gay.' "I should steal this and take it with me the next time I go out. Nothing like a little free advertising to help get dates."
Kevin chuckled, and leaned over the table. "Maybe I should take that one, then," he said, pointing to the 'Bisexual' one.
Chris smiled, a little, and drank some of his coffee.
"You know, I always regretted never taking you up on your offer," Kevin said, quietly.
Chris flushed. One night, about five years ago, they'd gotten snowed in a Berlin hotel room and everyone had gotten pretty drunk, Chris included. He vaguely remembered offering Kevin a 'fuck, a suck, or whatever,' in his inebriated state. The next morning, he'd made another in his continuing pleas to Joey to gag him whenever he got drunk. Unfortunately, Joey was usually too busy - or too entertained by Chris's drunken behavior, the fucker - to do it for him. "Um," he said. "It was, kind of, you know. Open-ended. No time limit, or anything." He looked into his coffee cup and told himself to shut _up_, already, wondering if maybe the cream had been spiked with something.
"That's good to know." Kevin put down his empty cup and put his hand on Chris's thigh.
"Uh," Chris said, astounded yet again by his own stellar command of the language. "Your, uh, situation - "
"Don't," Kevin said, shaking his head. "Let's just call it complicated and leave it at that, okay?"
"Okay," Chris nodded, vigorously, wondering just _why_ it felt like his entire body was heating through, from that single spot on his thigh where Kevin was touching him.
Kevin took the cup out of his hands and set it alongside his on the floor. Then he stood up, and Chris was still sitting, and he wondered if Kevin had gotten _taller_ since the last time he'd seen him, and then Kevin was kissing him and suddenly asking stupid mental questions was somewhat less important to Chris than trying to get his tongue down Kevin's throat.
Then Chris was pretty sure where Nick had gotten _some_ of his technique, because he was flat on his back on the table, Kevin on top of him. "Yeah," he said, as Kevin bit a mark into his neck, and then hissed, "_Yes_," as Kevin found a particularly vulnerable spot. "You Backstreet Boys have really good mouths," he said, voice a little shaky, when Kevin pulled away and gave him a chance to breathe.
"I don't think this is the best place for this," Kevin said, frowning.
"Uh, yeah, right," Chris agreed, nodding. "It's kind of, um, public, and - "
"No," Kevin said. "I meant, I'm pretty sure this table isn't going to hold both of us up. We'd better get on the floor, instead."
Chris could feel his mouth hanging open, but he couldn't manage to close it on his own, until Kevin kissed him and pulled him down on the floor. This was possibly the hottest thing he'd ever even imagined in his wildest fantasies - having sex for the first time with a hot guy of his long-term dreams in a nearly-public place. There was only a curtain separating them from total exposure to the rest of the room, not to mention the fact that there were cameras everywhere, and dozens of people milling around, coming in and out. All this lacked was a big vat of chocolate pudding, or it would be perfect.
There was no _way_ he wasn't going to wake up, any second now.
"Ow," Chris muttered, rubbing his leg.
"What?" Kevin asked.
"Nothing," Chris said, then flushed with Kevin raised an eyebrow at him. "Pinched myself," he admitted.
"And you're not dreaming?" Kevin asked.
Chris shook his head, sheepishly.
"Good. Maybe you should pinch me, too."
Smirking, Chris goosed Kevin, who yelped. "I got that move from Nick," Chris laughed.
"It figures," Kevin said, rubbing the sore spot. "Sounds just like him. Now, uh, where were we?"
"Here," Chris said, and wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck, kissing him. He sat much like Justin had with Nick, not on him but in the vee of Kevin's outstretched legs, facing him. It would be asking for even more trouble to try something complicated, but this position allowed for some exploration underneath clothes without getting totally naked, and that was even more of a turn-on, for some reason. He briefly considered taking one of the blindfolds and putting it on Kevin, then decided that it really was nicer being able to look into those green eyes.
He unzipped Kevin's pants and slid a hand inside, finding a hardness that made him extremely relieved that this wasn't all one-sided, as he feared. Kevin was already palming him, and his hands shook but he returned the favour, nevertheless, closing his eyes and resting his head on Kevin's shoulder.
They were partially obscured by the folding table, but it wouldn't be difficult for anyone coming in to figure out who they were and what they were doing. Chris really couldn't manage to care that much, for himself, and if he cared a little bit more on Kevin's behalf it still wasn't enough to make him stop. It certainly wasn't enough to make him _want_ to stop.
Chris was delighted to discover that Kevin's long, elegant fingers were adapt at much more than playing the piano, as the handjob brought him to a quick and rather messy orgasm, and he even remembered to bite his own lip rather than Kevin's, because, after all, _he_ wasn't the one going on-camera. Kevin, however, took full advantage of Chris's off-camera status and sank his teeth again into his neck when he came, shortly afterwards.
Chris licked Kevin's hand clean and then snagged one of the blindfolds - 'Radical' he snickered as he read it - and used it to wipe both of them up.
"These are extras, right?" he asked, too late.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "There's tons of them around."
"Good," Chris said, taking the 'Gay' and 'Bisexual' and tucking them into his pockets. "For later," he said, with a grin, when Kevin looked at him quizzically.
They were just zipped up and kissing lazily when AJ poked his head through the curtain. "There you are," he said, smirking. "They're ready for your close-up, Mr. Richardson."
"I'm coming," Kevin said, and Chris had to turn a laugh into a cough, very quickly.
AJ just snorted and said, "I'll bet," and disappeared.
"I'd better go," Chris sighed, smoothing Kevin's sweater down in the front.
"Yeah," Kevin said.
"Um," Chris said, feeling idiotic and shy again. "If you want, you could come by tonight. If you want," he shrugged.
"I want," Kevin said. "I've wanted for a long time."
"Yeah?" Chris said, grinning stupidly.
"Yeah." Kevin kissed him on the mouth. "I have to go, or I'll never get out of here. I'll call you later, let you know when I'm coming."
"Believe me, I want to be there whenever you're coming," Chris laughed.
"I've got to stop saying that," Kevin groaned.
"Don't," Chris said, kissing him one last time. "Okay, go, go," he said, pushing Kevin out of the room.
When Kevin was gone, Chris looked around the maze of curtains and groaned to himself. "Great. Now how am _I_ going to get out of here? Where's JC when I need him? Or a saint-bernard?"
"You called?" JC asked, popping through the curtain.
"Fuck!" Chris yelped, and hit him. "Don't _do_ that! I almost had a heart attack."
"Sorry," JC grinned, looking terribly, terribly unapologetic. "Have fun?" he asked, innocently.
Chris blushed and grinned to himself, hitting JC again. "Shut up and help me find the door. I've got to go home and, um - "
"Rest up?"
"Just stop talking, okay? Lead me." JC took Chris's arm. "Uh, C? About Justin?"
"He's in love with Nick," JC said.
"Yeah," Chris agreed. "Totally. And that guy he's waiting for the call from? The double-jointed one?"
"Hm," JC said. "Funny thing about that. I sort of gave him the wrong number." He shrugged. "Somehow, he ended up with my number, instead of Justin's. I don't know _how_ it happened."
Chris kissed him on the cheek. "You are the best, prettiest, and most talented pimp _ever_, you know that?"
JC beamed. "I try, baby, I try."