Just You

Title:Just You
Author:Jules - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Nick/Chris
Rating:NC-17 for slashyness and language
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. I don't know the men in the story, nor do I know their sexual practices
Warning: Slash Warning. Bigroupal Warning
Dedication:To Fie. Who inspired me to write a Christopher fic! This is for you sweetie.
Just You
by Jules
The first time Nick propositioned Chris, Nick was drunk and Chris wasn't, so he didn't put any thought into turning him down. The last thing he needed was a drunken encounter with the blonde Backstreet Boy only to have him freaking out in the morning when he realized what he'd done. So after the party, Chris didn't think anything of it, chalking it up to Nick being drunk or stoned. Or drunk and stoned. That was a viable possibility as well.
The second time Nick propositioned Chris, Chris was drunk and Nick wasn't, the alcohol fucking with Chris' mind and causing him to laugh hysterically as if Nick had just told one of the funniest jokes he'd ever heard. Nick being stone cold sober didn't mean anything to Chris because now his excuse for turning him down was that he was trying to mess with Chris and see how far he could get the gay NSYNC boybander to go in public. It didn't matter that Nick had suggested they go to HIS room and his eyes were a blue that Chris had never seen before. Chris simply didn't think that Nick was serious and laughed it off. Of course, in the morning when Justin had laughed at him saying that he probably lost his last chance with Nick by laughing right in his face, Chris was feeling like shit. And not just because of the amount of alcohol he'd ingested the night before, but for the reason that Nick had propositioned him sober and that probably meant he'd been serious.
But the thing that Chris didn't understand was why Nick was interested. It wasn't like they had anything in common. Okay, they both had a handful of dogs that they loved like they were their children. And they both loved video games, often staying in to play marathon game sessions rather than going clubbing with the others. And sure, he might have heard about Nick's legendary pranks that could possibly give his legendary pranks a run for their money, but other than that they had nothing in common. Nick was tall, blonde, blue eyed, built like a god and fucking gorgeous. He had men and women creaming their pants for him night in and night out. He was old, short, not exactly in the best shape and most often called a troll. What the hell did Nick want with him? That was the one question Chris' mind asked when he allowed himself the time to think about Nick's propositions.
Both of them.
He hadn't seen Nick since that night at some random party that they'd both been in attendance for. He had tried to keep himself from thinking about it, but the voices in his mind wouldn't give it a rest. And as he watched the blonde in question talking to Justin across the room, Chris took a big gulp of the coke he was drinking. He had decided that alcohol would definitely not be a help that night, seeing how far it got him the last time.
Chris couldn't lie and say he wasn't attracted to Nick. He was. Fuck was he ever. It wasn't like he could help it, the boy was just beautiful. But that's where the problem was. He was a boy. Only 22 to his 30 and definitely not gay. Well he didn't think so anyways. Justin seemed to have other opinions. The first time Nick propositioned him, Chris had run straight to Justin and told him. Justin was his best friend after all. And he couldn't have been more shocked when his best friend cocked his head to the side and studied Chris closely. As if sizing him up. When Chris muttered out an embarrassed 'what?', Justin merely winked at him and smiled.
"I wouldn't have expected it, but still not surprised."
That's all he had said. When Chris had asked what he'd meant by that Justin wouldn't elaborate but only said, "Don't discount the idea because of who he is Chris. Open your eyes a little."
Chris hadn't known what that had meant so he simply pounced on Justin and began to tickle him, all thoughts of Nick Carter vacating his mind.

Finishing his drink, Chris looked up to see Justin and Nick both looking at him, smiles on their faces. They looked innocent enough, but Chris knew Justin very well and if Nick was anything like Justin, those smiles were anything but innocent. He nervously put his glass down and made his way to the counter of the bar, ordering another coke. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt someone press against him and goose bumps covered his skin.
He knew that scent anywhere. Cool water. It was what Nick wore and he'd familiarized himself with the scent. After that first night when Nick had been hanging all over him, he'd had it all over his shirt, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't sleep with that shirt by his pillow, just wishing Nick hadn't been drunk when he'd asked him in that low, throaty voice to come back to his room with him.
"Just coke?" Nick asked without Chris even turning around yet.
"Yeah. Not drinking tonight." Chris answered nervously, turning around to look at the man he'd been fantasizing about for as long as he could remember.
"Me neither." Nick replied, grabbing Chris' coke out of his hand and drinking half of it. When he pulled the glass from his mouth he ran his tongue over his lips slowly, making sure to watch Chris' reaction. "It seems to always get in the way of what I want."
Chris felt his groin tighten at the look Nick was giving him and he felt so small and delicate next to the blonde. He felt protected, safe as Nick had him pinned against the bar and had to shake his head to get the vision of Nick hovering over him out of his mind. "And what do you want?" The question was out before he'd finished formulating the thought and felt his cheeks redden at the gleam in Nick's eyes.
"Don't you know Christopher?" Nick leaned down as if he was whispering in Chris' ear because the music was loud and he wanted the other man to hear him. When he was low enough, he took a swipe at the shorter man's ear with his tongue, putting his hands on Chris' hips.
"Ummm."
"You Chris. I want you." Nick pulled back so that brown eyes met blue, their gazes locked. Nick's face was serious, holding no humour at all. Chris didn't know what to say. Just as he was about to say something, Nick continued. "Now you can't say I'm offering because I'm drunk, because I'm not. And it didn't matter that night that I'd had a lot to drink, I knew exactly what I was doing and what I wanted. Justin had told me that if I didn't get off my ass and do something soon, he was going to kill me. Or tell you himself. So I did. And you said that I should sober up, walk it off and leave you alone."
Chris blushed at Nick's recount of what had happened that night, thinking that the blonde wouldn't remember anything.
So the next time I saw you, I asked again. I hadn't drank anything that night knowing you were going to be there. I didn't want to make the same mistake again. So I asked again, hoping that you'd come home with me. But you had been drinking and thought that it was the funniest thing you'd ever heard. Me wanting you to come home with me. So again, I realized that I'd fucked something up because if you wanted me, you'd have said yes. But again, Justin told me that you were as stupid as I am and that you turning me down twice didn't mean anything."
Chris was shocked. His mouth was gaping open and eyes were bugging out. If he hadn't been speechless before, then he sure was fucking speechless now.
"Well at that point I told Justin he was an idiot and that he was imagining that you were interested in me. That the attraction was only one sided. I mean shit Chris. You fucking dated Lance for how long? Why would you be interested in me? But he said that third time's always a charm and that I should approach you again. So now. I'm sober. You're sober and you have no excuses. Nothing that you can use as a reason for me propositioning you." Nick took a deep breath and licked his lips, their faces only inches apart, his hands still on Chris' hips holding them close. "So Chris. What do you say? You wanna get out of here? Maybe go back to my room and....."
"Are you fucking shitting me?" Chris asked, his eyes narrowing into tight slants, wondering where the catch was.
"No." Nick held up his hotel key in his hand and waved it discretely in front of Chris' face. "I want you to come back to my room with me. I think we could be good together, if we just give it a chance. I've wanted you ever since you cut those fucking braids out of your hair and realized how absolutely gorgeous you are." Nick admitted, lightly running his knuckle across Chris' jaw.
As Nick spoke, Chris realized he'd never allowed himself to look at Nick close up. His favourite colour was now blue. Crystal blue. The colour of the ocean on the clearest day. Gazing intently into Nick's eyes, he figured

that shade was created by God personally, knowing how beautiful and captivating it was. Never once as he was thinking about this, did he stop to think that Nick was thinking the same about his eyes. How they were the colour of hot chocolate. Dark hot chocolate, warm and rich. Delicious. That he held the world in those eyes, and Nick just wanted a chance to find out what went on behind them.
He didn't realize that as he was stunned breathless at the perfected beauty standing before him, that Nick was doing the same thing. Wondering how one person could be so diverse. Chris was a multitude of different people, all holed up in one body. He was spontaneous and fun, always the joker and the one to make people laugh. He had the character to never take things too seriously, letting life go on without getting too worked up about it. But in the blink of an eye, he could be Mr. Business, running his clothing line with facts and figures ready at the drop of a hat. He could take all that energy and focus it on making his business successful, knowing where and how to market to get the highest target group buying his clothes. And just when you thought you'd figured him out, he could be your rock. Your anchor. Justin had told Nick of many times where Chris had gone to bat for them, making sure that they were all okay, all taken care of and no one was going to hurt them. Chris was like their father, big brother and best friend, all balled up in one. And each time Justin spoke of Nick, he became more and more intrigued with the short, brunette.
Chris had no idea that while he was mesmerized by Nick just being there with him, holding his hotel key for him to see he meant business, Nick was equally as mesmerized by him. Had he known, he might not have been as hesitant.
"It's not difficult Chris. Either you want it or you don't. No excuses. No regrets." Nick said, resting their foreheads together. He didn't care that anyone could see them. All that mattered was Chris.
"But you're not gay." Chris whispered, closing his eyes tightly. Why was he having such a problem with this? He'd never had trouble saying yes to a proposition before. Male or female. But with Nick it seemed to be different. He didn't think he wanted a one night stand. a fling. A quick fuck and it was over. He wanted more, and wasn't so sure he was going to get it.
Nick laughed and it was low and music to Chris' ears. "I have an erection that says otherwise Christopher."
Chris' eyes opened wide and Nick nodded.
"I'd show you, but well no one really needs to see that much of me tonight. And I think it would be a little strange if I shoved your hand down my pants. So I hope you'll just believe me when I say it's there and you put it there."
"What do you want Nick?" Chris had to ask. Needed to know.
"Just you."
That did it. Chris' mind was made up and he set down his half empty glass of coke, eyes still locked with Nick's. "Let's go."
Nick's response was a smile and a nod of his head. He'd waited too fucking long to question it now.
They made it back to Nick's hotel quickly and as soon as the door closed, Chris was pressed tightly against it, Nick's mouth hot on his. He felt the breath knocked out of him as Nick took possession of his mouth, the blonde's tongue everywhere all at once. Chris realized he'd never been kissed like this before and tried to enjoy it without thinking too much about whether it would ever happen again. If he'd ever get this chance again.
"So good ..taste so sweet..." Nick mumbled against his neck and he shivered, once again the feeling of being taken over by this man washed over him.
"..want you..." Chris mumbled and could barely believe that those words were coming out of his mouth. Chris found himself pulling at Nick's shirt, wanting to get it off of him. He wanted to see Nick's bare chest, to feel his skin under his lips and with much effort, he finally got it off, throwing it onto the floor. Chris took a few seconds to look at Nick's body, appreciating it with his eyes and then his mouth, kissing and sucking everywhere he could. His mouth latched onto a nipple and he sucked on it, rolling the bud around with his tongue. He felt a sudden rush as Nick moaned loudly, holding onto his head firmly and guiding Chris to where he wanted to feel him.
"..want you more.." Nick moaned, taking Chris' mouth in a steamy kiss again as they made their way farther into Nick's room, nearly tripping over strewn clothes. Chris laughed as he took his first look at Nick's room, seeing the mess everywhere.
"You're a fucking slob Carter..." He said, laughing.

Nick pulled Chris' shirt from his pants and over his head, adding it to the pile on the floor. "Did you come here to fuck or to critique my living habits?" The growl in his voice sent a shiver through Chris' entire body and he paused, looking at the blonde.
"Damn."
"Yeah. That's what I thought."
And suddenly Chris found that his pants were around his waist, his boxers quickly joining them. Stepping out, he fumbled for Nick's buttons, having trouble steadying his hands enough to get them undone. Impatient, Nick covered Chris' hands and helped him, his eyes suddenly soft and tender. "It's okay Chris."
"So long." Chris admitted, understanding Nick instantly. He needed Nick to know that this wasn't some fuck he was participating in because he was bored, or just horny. He needed him to know that it meant something to him.
"Me too."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just understand you so fucking much. You're always the goofy one. The one no one takes seriously. The one that is always so underestimated. It's like that with me. I'm the stupid one, the young one. The blonde one. The one that no one expects anything from except to look pretty. I just understand you."
And finally Chris got it. As different as they were, they were just as similar. He realized that the entire time that he'd been lusting after Nick, wanting to get into the blonde's head, Nick had been doing the same with him. He remembered all the stolen glances that Nick would give him. He'd always thought that Nick was freaked out because he was watching him, but he was embarrassed to be caught watching Chris. Every time that they'd be at the same function, Nick always found a reason to talk to him, even if just for a few minutes. Chris thought that it had been about Justin and Nick's friendship with his best friend, but it had been about him. Chris wondered how much else he'd missed, focused only on his crush on Nick.
"Can we figure this out tomorrow? I sort of had other plans.." Nick said as his hands made their way down Chris' thick chest to his stomach. Nick laughed as the brunette giggled when he reached his stomach. The laugh turned to a moan when Nick's hand grasped his cock in his hand, stroking it lightly.
"God..." Chris grunted, his teeth sinking into Nick's shoulder. He licked the area, offering apologies for the pain.
Stumbling, they finally found the bed and Nick crawled on top of Chris, guiding him to the centre of the bed. When they were both positioned, Nick allowed his weight to settle comfortably on Chris, both men groaning from the intimate contact. "You feel so good Chris.. Just like I knew you would."
All Chris could focus on was the fact that Nick had thought about this before. About the two of them together. That and the feel of Nick's long, thick cock pressed tightly against his own, grinding slowly with each breath they took. "Need you Nick.. Please..."
Nick's mouth descended upon Chris', their tongues pressed together as their bodies moved in a seductive rocking motion. "What do you want baby?" Nick groaned, licking at the sweat covering Chris' upper lip. The endearment slipped out, not sure of how the other man would react, but as Nick felt Chris' body twitch he smiled.
"You. God.. I want to feel you Nick." Chris wrapped his legs around Nick's slender hips, grinding them together with more force. "I want to feel all of you."
It was happening in slow motion and fast forward all at once. Seconds after he'd said he wanted to feel all of Nick, he was there, preparing himself. Chris was open as wide as could be, waiting for Nick to cover him, own him. Both of their bodies were slick with perspiration and chests heaving, trying to catch their breath. It was one of the most intense moments of Chris' entire life and he could only watch through a lidded gaze. His body tensed from the initial pain of Nick pushing into his body, but Chris welcomed the pain. Wanted more. Needed more.
He heard the soft murmurs that Nick was whispering into his ear and wondered why it took him so long to get to this place. What he was so afraid of. He couldn't believe that he had turned this man down twice already, thinking that it wasn't what he wanted. Because as Nick pushed fully into him, Chris could feel just how much Nick wanted him. And to top things off, once he was in, Nick stopped to look directly into Chris' eyes, kissing him tenderly.
A few words were shared between the two before Nick began to move, slowly and lovingly. Chris wasn't sure

how he thought things would be between them if he ever got Nick into bed, but it wasn't like this. He thought that it would be rough, fast and orgasmic, passionate and wild. But this was slow and beautiful, and Chris could feel every inch of Nick all over his body. It was like he was consumed with the blonde. Nick was all he could feel, taste, smell, hear. And Chris was overwhelmed with a desire for this all the time. For Nick all the time. He didn't want it to end tonight, before he really got to have Nick.
Nick continued thrusting slow and measured until finally he couldn't do it any longer. His eyes were locked with Chris' and he needed to see what Chris looked like when he came. Crying out his name. His hips began to pick up speed, his hands gripped Chris' over his head. It only took a few quick thrusts into Chris' prostate to make the smaller man scream, his erection exploding between them. Nick came minutes later, feeling Chris tighten around him.
Both men were breathless as they came down from their highs, filled with overwhelming senses of exhilaration and uncertainty. It wasn't until Nick left the room to go into the bathroom that Chris fully allowed himself to breathe. A tender touch of terry cloth on his stomach broke him from the daze he was in and he opened his eyes to see Nick leaning over him, cleaning his chest and stomach. Their eyes locked and both men smiled nervously at one another. He thought that perhaps he should go, that Nick was done but as he moved to climb out of the bed, Nick was suddenly behind him. Pulling him into a spooning position. He felt Nick's knee nudge his knees apart, and as Chris lifted his leg, Nick's moved in, tangling them.. Next, Nick's arm wrapped around his waist protectively, and Chris felt a soft kiss placed to his bare shoulder.
"Don't overthink it Chris." Nick whispered, as if he could feel the tension in his body. He couldn't help it though, he had no idea what this meant. "Just you. You and this."
"Are you sure?" He asked, needing reassurance.
"Third time's a charm."
At that, Chris allowed himself to relax, enjoying the feeling of being where he knew he was meant to be.
Finis