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wouldn't choose between them. COULDN'T choose. His explanation was that he needed them both.
Couldn't live without either of them and if they had a problem with that, they would have to be the one to
leave. Nick and Lance were just so different from each other and he, dare he say the word, loved them both.
Nick knew that this was as close as he was going to get to any semblance of a normal relationship with Justin.
He didn't care. Justin in his life in any way was better than no Justin, so he would take what he could get. And
if that meant sharing him with Lance, then so be it. According to Justin, Lance had decided the same thing.
And it was settled. They were in a relationship. A bizarre love triangle relationship, but a relationship none the
less. Nick had never been more happy in his life, and it had never occurred to him what other people would
say. How they would feel about it. When his band mates found out, they wondered if he'd gone crazy, but if
he had, crazy felt better than anything in the world. Nothing could compare to the feel of Justin pressed
against him tightly, their bodies entwined. Or the sound of Justin's voice, first thing in the morning. Or how it
felt the first time Justin had told him he loved him. Nothing anyone could say could take that away from him,
and for that, he didn't care what they thought.
Nick had never once thought about what this meant for him and Lance. It was always easy to forget
everything when he was with Justin, the younger man having that type of effect on him. It wasn't until one
night when he received a phone call at midnight that everything came to a head. His CD was just about to
drop with Justin's to be released a week later. Both groups were on hiatus and everything was topsey turvey.
Lance was officially not going to space and Justin and Nick were in a head to head, fake media battle. Where
NSYNC was behind Justin and his solo efforts 110%, Backstreet had practically exiled Nick. They had given
him the cold shoulder and all but kicked him out of the group.
Nick was in New York for promotion. He knew that Justin was somewhere with Lance, spending much
needed time together. And as much as Nick needed his lover, needed his reassurance and love, he knew
that Lance needed him more. While Lance had been in Russia, Nick had had Justin all to himself, and so it
was hard for him to begrudge the other man this time with their lover. The sting of disappointment was minute
compared to the hurt of betrayal by his brothers. It was at that thought the phone rang.
It was the concierge phoning, indicating that he had two guests wondering if they could come up to visit.
Upon hearing that one of the guests was Justin, Nick immediately allowed the concierge to tell them his room
number and allow them up. The fact that the man had mentioned guests, as in plural didn't escape Nick's
attention and he'd wondered who Justin had brought with him. Nick thought maybe it was Aaron, knowing
how much he needed loving support right now. Instead, he opened the door to find Justin and Lance
beaming at him, looking freshly tanned. Nick felt his heart skip a beat. Or three.
The two men entered Nick's room as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And honestly, it felt that way
to Nick as well. He'd asked what they were doing there and in reply Lance made himself comfortable on the
bed while Justin kissed Nick hello.
Really kissed him.
Lance barely flinched.
Nick blushed.
"Lance wanted to come see you. Make sure you're all right because you sounded really rough on the phone
when I talked to you earlier. Your boys have abandoned you entirely, so we're here to remind you that you're
loved." Nick turned to look at Lance in question, only to see him grin and nod. It occurred to Nick in that exact
second that they had never all been together in the same room when they weren't working. It felt oddly
...settling.
That was the night that things changed between the three of them. It had started out innocent enough, all
three curled up on Nick's king sized bed with Justin in the middle. It was natural for the to be positioned like
that, Justin the buffer between Nick and Lance. The common bond between the two. They'd spent a few
hours just talking about everything and anything. They discussed space, solo albums, Justin and each other.
Nothing was off limits. They would all agree that it was Lance that got everything rolling.
"We're here for operation 'support Nick because his group are selfish assholes' and Justin's getting all the
love here." Lance grinned at Justin and then Nick, his green eyes twinkling. Nick hadn't known what Lance
meant, but Justin did. He then kissed Nick softly, followed by Lance before crawling over and putting Nick in
the middle. Lance immediately scooted closer, and Nick found himself in an NSYNC sandwich. "Hey."
Lance's voice was low causing Nick's skin to break out in goose bumps. He could barely reply.
"Hi."
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