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Title: Sex, Drums and Tommy Fucking-Lee
Author: Jules
Pairing: Nick/Kev
Parts: 3
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment
Guest Appearance: Tommy Fucking-Lee
Notes: This is in response to a fic challenge on KevNickSlash. For David who requested it.  It's also for Sandley, BSBFTG and Kris who suggested I write it.  There are some facts that are true within this story, there are some not so true. Take it all as fiction and believe what you want. And I don't know all that much about Tommy Lee so forgive me if I've made any big fatal mistakes. I like to fix things so suit my own purposes. I'm a bit greedy like that.

Sex, Drums and Tommy Fucking Lee
by Jules

Part 1: Nick
Part 2: Tommy Lee
Part 3: Kevin


NICK

It all started with an offhanded comment in an interview. The reporter asked Nick who he wanted to collaborate with. Who in the industry did he want to work with on his follow up CD. He'd been expecting that question and gave the obligatory answer.

Steve Perry.

Bryan Adams.

They were the two people he did want to work with, but at this point it was expected of him to answer with these two names. But that day Nick's mind had been elsewhere. On other things. He'd said Snow of course, because he WAS going to be working with him on the new album. They'd been friends for years, the Canadian a man that Nick genuinely respected and looked up to. Snow had endured his fair share of ups and downs in the industry and was currently trying to shrug off stereotypes and an image that people had always thought was a little hokey. Just hearing his name people attached a misconception that they knew who he was and what sound he was going to have. It didn't matter how good it was, people were still going to see what they wanted to see, hear what they wanted to hear. Snow was a man that Nick could relate to, and in discussing the blonde's options a few months prior, the two had agreed to collaborate on a few songs. He was god damned tired of doing what was expected of him.
 This was most definitely not expected of him.

Although Snow was a surprise, it was the fourth name that was what surprised them the most. Nick looked at the woman and smiled sweetly. "Tommy Lee." The woman looked at him as if he'd been joking, even going as far as letting a soft chuckle escape. "Seriously though Nick, Steve Perry, Bryan Adams and Snow. Is there anyone else you just HAVE to work with?"

That was when Nick cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes just a little. "I said Tommy Fucking-Lee. Did you not hear me?"


The reporter's face had gone pale white, her back instantly straight. Her eyes flickered down to the recorder sitting on the desk between them and Nick watched as her hands trembled for a fraction of a second. Then, he saw something change and her eyes narrow, her lips form a tight line and her demeanor changed. He would have laughed if he wasn't so focused on the change. "I heard you Mr. Carter, I just think it's laughable that he would want to work with an ex boy band member." Nick cringed as her blow hit below the belt. She clearly was not finished. "I mean, he is a serious musician, hard rock. You are pop. The likelihood of Tommy Lee working with you is beyond slight."

The way she spit out the word 'pop' was classic. Nick would have hauled out and decked her had she not been a woman and even considering that fact, he was still tempted, just to see her heels over head, flat on her back with a stunned expression on her face. He was at a cross between pissed, annoyed and embarrassed, the embarrassment turning into rage because he'd let her get to him. He'd actually given her obvious distaste for his 'genre' of music more than a passing thought and it was currently burrowing under his skin. His watch read four-fifteen. They had gotten only ten minutes of interview in. It was officially over. He wasn't putting up with this bull shit for a minute longer.


"The likelihood of you getting this interview is slight. I'm out of here. Good-bye."


Her stone like appearance cracked just a little when she realized he was serious. He was leaving and she hadn't gotten nearly enough material for her piece on him. "You're leaving? Just like that?"

"Yeah. Just like this. Clearly I'm not a serious musician so there's no point in interviewing me. You can give your boss my highest regards. Fuck you." And that had been that. This was a new Nick Carter. He wasn't going to be the pussy boy that everyone expected him to be. He'd spent way too many years kissing peoples asses and here he was, having to start at the beginning. Fuck that, this time he wasn't taking shit from anyone. If he wanted to walk out of an interview, he was going to. If he wanted to swear, then so fucking be it. At 23 he'd lived the past ten years of his life catering to the fans, the media, to his brothers. Well it was time to start catering to himself. The smile on his face as he stalked out of the board room was illuminating.

He wanted to work with Tommy Lee. What the fuck was the big deal with that? He didn't understand how the media worked sometimes, their constant categorizing and judging of who was capable of what and what they could do. Backstreet looped him in the 'pop' genre, which wasn't a bad thing but it wasn't entirely who he was. Looking past what he did, what he sang, Nick was rock and roll. Nick was heavy alternative. Nick was not all bubble gum and candy kisses. He loved the harder bands and that was what he had wanted to do with his first CD except that Jive had him by the balls and told him what to sing and when to sing it. And even if he was strictly Backstreet Boys material, why couldn't he want to work with someone new? Why should it be something to laugh about that he wanted to expand his musical field to include something he hadn't necessarily done before? It was his business not theirs, and for them to judge him for it pissed him off to no ends.

This time, he was on his own and he wanted to do it his way. He was going to work with who he wanted and do it on his own terms. There were so many people he wanted to work with, and now that he had the opportunity, he was letting his mind wander, really opening his options up to see what was available. And the one name that kept coming up with him was Tommy Lee. It was something that Nick couldn't explain, something so deep that he didn't even know what it truly was. It was part hero worship, Tommy being someone that Nick had always looked up to. He did what he wanted and didn't give a fuck as to what people thought or said about it. He was secure enough with himself that he could take a risk and benefit if it worked out, but moved on if it didn't. He was a fucking musical genius and Nick wanted the opportunity to experience that, if not just once. He knew there was so much he could learn from Tommy, personally and professionally. He truly admired the older man. Hero worship.


It was also part sexual attraction. Tommy was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Yeah, Nick had a bit of a crush on the older man. Actually, it was more of a sexual hunger, Nick entertaining many fantasies starring none other than Tommy. There was just something about him that Nick could not explain nor understand. Nick had long since come out of the closet to the closest people in his life. The guys were first, then his family and choice friends. It wasn't widely spoken of, just understood. Nothing that he'd wanted the fans to know just yet, but it hadn't stopped him from experimenting with half of the industry. Nick had been genuinely surprised when he'd seen how full the proverbial closet was, especially in their industry.

Much to Nick's dismay, quite a few people had reacted similarly to Nick's confession of wanting to work with Tommy Lee. It had not only been people laughing at the concept of Tommy wanting to work with Nick, but moreso that Nick would look up to HIM. Ten minutes after he'd walked out of the interview, Nick had pretty much forgotten about the exchange, not expecting anything to actually come of it.

That's why Nick was shocked beyond belief exactly four days later when his cell rang. "Babe, your phone's ringing." Kevin's voice filtered through the living room where he was laying down on the couch watching a movie. Nick came in from the kitchen and picked the phone up, he didn't recognize the number on his call display. Their eyes met and he shrugged.

"Hello?"

"Is this Nick? Carter?"

Nick didn't recognize the voice. "Yeah this is him. Who's this?" Their answer was enough for Nick's legs to give out and him to fall on the couch at Kevin's feet.

"Tommy fucking-Lee." Tommy gave a chuckle. "Kid, you are a fucking riot."

Kevin had seen Nick's features pale and he sat up, concern and confusion in his eyes. "Who is it babe?"


"Tommy Lee" Nick mouthed back before getting his wits from under him. "Uh, hey man. What's up?"

"So I hear this rumour about you wanting to work with me. What's that about?"

"I- Uh-" Nick began to stutter, the fact he was talking to this man still a shock. "I -well this reporter asked who I wanted to work with -and I - You."

"Kid, you okay? You sound a little -fucked right now."

Nick's groin tightened, goose bumps covering his skin. "No. I'm okay, just a little surprised that you're calling. Why are you calling?"

"What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night? I wanna talk to you."

They'd made plans to do dinner, sushi. They were going to one of Tommy's favourite restaurants and Nick was to be there at seven. He'd spent the whole day obsessing over what to wear, what to say, and how to act.

"Don't worry babe, you're gonna be fine. Just go, find out what he wants to talk to you about and deal with it then. Maybe he heard what you'd said in the interview and wants to work with you."

Nick snorted. "He probably wants to fucking laugh at me for thinking he'd even want to work with me." Kevin's mouth came down in a comforting kiss, calming Nick's nerves immediately.

"No matter what, I love you. If he doesn't want to work with you, that's fine. You're going to fucking kick ass with this new CD. So just don't let it get to you too much."


Nick nodded. With a deep breath, he drove to the restaurant unsure of what to expect. Tommy was already there, beer in his hand. When Nick was shown to the table, he didn't fail to miss the looks of obvious surprise at the two of them together. His skin was prickling with awareness. "Carter! Good to see you kid." Tommy took Nick in a firm handshake, pulling him in for a hug. Nick practically swooned right there in his arms. They sat down, Nick's eyes darting around the room at the obvious onlookers.


"What the fuck's your problem kid?" Tommy looked over the menu at Nick who blushed. When Nick simply looked around the older man laughed. "Fuck em. Who the hell cares what they're thinking right now. Right now, it's just you and me in here." It was then that the waiter approached. Tommy grinned slyly. "And this guy, he's here too."



Nick smiled, feeling relaxed instantly. He saw something flicker in Tommy's eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going to be just fine. The sushi was ordered and Tommy insisted they use chopsticks. "Real men use em. Pussys use forks." The fork was put down at lightning speed, Nick vowing that he'd only ever use chopsticks again.

The dinner progressed, Nick fed Tommy sushi from his plate. It wasn't exactly the coolest thing for him to be doing, but Tommy didn't seem to mind. In fact, it was him that had asked to try some of the delicacies on Nick's plate and opened his mouth as if demanding Nick feed him. Nick couldn't help but stare at the way the other man's tongue would extend just a little as it darted to capture the whole morsel of fish into his mouth. The way his eyes would roam over his body leisurely, giving Nick the idea that he was being checked out. It wasn't until they were relaxing with their after dinner tea that Tommy revealed his intentions. "I'm sure you want to know why I called you out of the blue."

Nick nodded.

"Okay, well I heard from a source at Rolling Stone magazine that you walked out of an interview this week." Nick nodded, blushing slightly. "I heard it was because of me." Nick nodded again. "That was the most fucking hilarious thing I've heard in weeks man."

Nick wasn't sure if he was laughing with or at him, the thought leaving the raw fish churning in his stomach nervously. He looked up, directly into Tommy's eyes before looking down again, focusing on the multitude of tattoos decorating his skin. Nick's mind wandered to how each piece of ink soaked flesh would taste under his tongue. If it would be smooth or scarred. If Tommy would moan deep in his throat or let out a soft sigh. "Yeah well-"

"I'm not done kid. You'll talk when I tell you to." Tommy's voice caused for Nick's head to snap up and their eyes met. He was relieved when he saw no hostility there. "Tommy fucking-Lee. I like that. I think I'm gonna keep it if you don't mind."

Nick shook his head. He didn't.

"You've got balls kid. Balls of steel," Tommy looked at Nick's groin and he felt it throb. "I'm a fan of music. No particular type, just music and people who are serious with it. They know what they do and they do it as best they can. They're not afraid to be who they are, that is fucking cool. That is what I like. And you kid, are fucking cool. You weren't afraid to go off on your own and do your own thing. I admit, your CD isn't exactly in my player, but that's not the issue here. A friend called me up and told me what happened the other day and I thought about it. Just because we're in different types of music, different types of people all together, doesn't mean I don't like ya. So I thought about it and seeing I'm such a huge fan of yours-"


"You're a fan of mine?" Nick appreciated the thought but he was highly doubtful of the fact.

"I am now Carter."


Nick's smile spread across his face. "So-"

"So I want to work with you. I want to say 'fuck you' to everyone who says it can't be done. To all the asshole mother fuckers who say they know what people like and don't like but really can barely even fucking satisfy their own wives at night let alone the whole fucking country. I want to show the world that Tommy fucking-Lee can work with a Backstreet Boy and not have it be a national issue. I've talked to people, they say you're good. A little rough around the edges, but you're hard working. You know what you like and you're not afraid to take a risk. So I brought you here, wined, dined-" Tommy's lips curled into a feral grin and Nick felt his whole body tremble in excitement. "And-. Well I haven't exactly 69ed you yet, but we only technically just met. I brought you here to see if you were serious about working with me. What do you say?"

Nick nodded. Fuck yeah he wanted to work with Tommy. There was no turning back now. "I say lets give it a go. Lets do it."

Tommy smiled, raising the tiny tea cup in the air. "To doing it." Nick was certain he saw something in Tommy's eyes.


They parted ways after dinner. Tommy had people to see to get the ball rolling and Nick wanted to get home to Kevin and share the good news. "I'll have someone phone you with the details. This is gonna be big Carter. I'm actually fucking excited about this. We are gonna piss off so many people."


Nick was on cloud nine. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to be working with Tommy Lee. It was just what his new album was going to need to give him at least a little bit of credibility that he was fighting so hard for. With Tommy on his side, he would be taken seriously in the industry. He might be able to fully lose the Boy Band persona and be seen as his own person.

"So he said okay? He wants to work with you?" Nick couldn't understand why Kevin wasn't more excited for him. He'd known all along how important this was to Nick and now that it was being given to him on a silver platter, Kevin looked almost -annoyed.

"Yeah. Why is this so hard to believe?" Kevin only shook his head. "What, you think he's joking?"

"No. I just -am surprised babe. That's all."


Nick simply stared at his lover, eyeing him curiously. "What is wrong with you? Why aren't you happy for me?"


Kevin sighed, pulling Nick in close. They were curled up together in bed, naked bodies pressing tightly against each other. "I'm just nervous."

"Why?"

"Nick, I love you. I do, and I know you love me. But I know how you feel about him and how attracted you are to him. Just ..you working with him-"

"You're jealous? You're actually jealous of him?" The laughter bubbled up from Nick's chest, making him slightly giddy. Kevin blushed in response, giving Nick his answer. "Oh god babe. You're hilarious. He doesn't want me. This is just professional-"

"It starts out that way, but then you're working late nights at the studio -.both are tired and horny. He gives you that 'come to me now' look and in an instant, you're on your knees blowing him and begging him to fuck you."

Nick's eyes glazed over at the thought, his cock hardening against Kevin's leg. "Fuck, that would be so hot eh babe?" Nick breathed, running his fingertips up and down Kevin's chest. Him, fucking me- Up against the sound board, just reaming me good-" Nick felt Kevin's cock harden against him and he groaned, taking his lover in a demanding kiss. Just when Nick knew Kevin had figured he'd forgotten, Nick pulled away. "Even if he did want to- I love you babe. I wouldn't-"


"No?" Kevin didn't sound so sure. He couldn't understand why he was so insecure, it wasn't as if they both hadn't fucked other people since they'd gotten together a few years earlier. But Kevin had a strange feeling about Tommy. He was so rough and just so dangerous, something Kevin knew turned Nick on.

"Well, maybe. But not if I knew you didn't want me to." And Nick wouldn't. They had this policy where they were open to sleeping with other people as long as it was just that, sex. Nothing more. And there was always the veto option, where if one of them didn't want the other sleeping with someone, they could always veto it. "Do you not want me to?"

"Not if it's going to get between us Nicky. I don't want you to go off with him and then not come back."

"Never gonna happen Kev."

~~

Two days after their sushi dinner, Nick received a phone call from his manager. Tommy's people and his people had talked and they'd decided to do their recording. Up in Toronto. Nick had to be there anyways to see Snow, and so Tommy had decided to just go up with him. They'd do all their recording there in the span of two weeks and if anything else needed to be done after that, they'd hook up in LA. It was the perfect plan.

Nick packed his bags, tossing them in the back seat of the Explorer. Kevin was going to drive him to the airport. "You gonna be okay while I'm gone?"

Kevin nodded. "Fine babe. Got some stuff to do around here anyways. You'll be gone for two weeks?"

"Yeah. And remember, we've rented a house outside of Toronto so if you wanna come down, that's cool. No hotels, no fans knowing where we are. The only promotion I'm really doing is none. I'm doing the Canada Day show with Snow and that's it babe, so think about it."

The flight was short and before Nick knew it, he was touching down at Pearson International. There was going to be a car waiting for him to bring him to the house that he and Tommy had rented for the two weeks. Tommy was arriving the next day so Nick had the whole night to do whatever he wanted. They were going to hook up at the studio, Tommy going straight there from the airport when he landed. He'd thought that the day he had been invited to dinner with Tommy was nerve wracking, it was nothing compared to the night before he was to meet him in the studio.

They had already met a few times to go over songs, styles and ideas they both had. Once feeling a little more comfortable with the older man, Nick had confessed what he was going for. What he ultimately wanted from the album, which Tommy had been very supportive of. Together, they had penned a few new songs and Nick had gone over the ones he'd already collected. In all, it was starting to come together nicely. Now was the point where they would get into the studio and put everything how they wanted it, tweaking sounds and songs for the final album.

He lay in the room he'd picked out for himself and stared at the ceiling. His fingers gingerly played with the metal hoops piercing through his nipples. They were still a little tender, but the tiny jolts of pain sent excitement coursing through him. It was something that no one had expected, hence he had been all the more eager to get it done. While he was in town, he had also made plans to get a bit more ink done, tattoos that he'd been wanting for quite some time but never had made the time for. Tommy had indicated that it was going to be a working vacation. He wanted to get a good portion of their songs recorded and perfected, but by no means were they going to spend every waking hour in the studio. Both men loved Toronto and they were going to enjoy the anonymity of being there as much as possible.

Little by little he'd found he was changing. Nothing too drastic, just developing a confidence he hadn't had before. Tommy helped him see that being 'on' all the time wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was his job to use the press and media as much as they used him, if not more. Instead of resenting it being in your face at all time, he suggested to embrace it and be comforted by it, knowing that all the while it was only going to benefit him more. Any press was good press because when people stopped talking about you, you were over.


Nick was certain that his hero worship had only gotten stronger since they'd started working together. Tommy was the man that Nick wanted to become, and working with him was paving the way to learning how to do that.


The next morning Nick was up bright and early, downstairs before the alarm had even gone off. They were to meet at the studio at around 11, but Nick wanted to get there before that. He wanted to be ready for his idol when he got there. By nine, Nick found himself walking through the front doors, greeted by a cheery receptionist. "Mr. Carter. You will be in the private studio at the back. Mr. Lee is already waiting for you."

Shocked, Nick headed down to where she had directed him, finding Tommy sitting at the controls in shorts and a wife beater. Nick's whole body reacted. "You're already here?"

Tommy spun around in his chair, grinning at the tall blonde. "Welcome to my world kid. Are you ready for the ride of your life?"

In that second, Nick was ready for whatever Tommy had in store for him.

End part 1



TOMMY LEE

Tommy had received a phone call. That was how it all started. Some chick he'd fucked years ago while doing an interview that he still kept in contact with. She was good for a quick lay here and there but for all intensive purposes, she was mostly kept around for gossip and information. So when she phoned him, his interest was piqued. One of their reporters had an interview walk out on her that day. No big news and he wondered why he was being told this information.

Nick Carter.

Whatever. Backstreet Boys. Still unsure of what it had to do with him.


Wanted to work with him. Called him Tommy fucking-Lee and when the woman laughed at him, he walked out. Tommy was officially interested.


So he asked around. Found out what he could about the kid and thought about it. For four days he thought about it and decided that he was going to give the kid a call. It wasn't like he didn't know who they were, you either had to be living under a rock or dead not to know who the Backstreet Boys were. But he didn't want to know who THEY were, he wanted to know who NICK was. Nick was definitely interesting and he loved interesting people. Not to mention the fact that the grape vine was buzzing that Nick wanted to work with him and it was all a big farce. And the one thing that Tommy lived for was farces. Especially when it was making the media and the critics look like the jack asses they are.

To be honest with himself, he hadn't expected the kid to be so cool. He'd expected a pretty boy. A playboy. A fucking idiot. Instead he got someone who knew their music, knew HIS music, just knew what he wanted. He was tired of being dicked around and was ready to do something about it. And he was a fucking porn star which was a bonus. Well not a porn star LITERALLY, but damn he could have been and if he had, Tommy probably would have had the kid's whole library on DVD. He couldn't remember the last time some 23 year old kid made him harder than fuck. This was going to be interesting.

So they'd had dinner. Tommy would have liked more but he didn't want to scare the kid away too fast. If he'd had his way, he'd have skipped dinner and taken him to the closest room by the hour motel and fucked him till he was walking bowlegged. But it was business first, pleasure second. At least for now.

They'd gotten together a week after the first meeting to discuss the direction Nick wanted to take. Nick had brought over a few songs he'd been working on that he wanted help with. After talking and drinking for a few hours they'd begun talking about their personal lives. He spoke of Pamela, who Nick admitted he'd like to fuck a few thousand times, and Nick spoke about Kevin who he had fucked a few thousand times. The news had aroused and annoyed Tommy equally, glad that Nick wasn't too particular about his sexual partners but regretful that he had someone at home.


Tommy had long since given up trying to please the public, but for him it hadn't been as difficult. He never did understand the different rules for different genres of music. If you were in rock or metal, no one gave a shit of what you did, or who you did. It was almost expected that you did drugs and drank booze. That you slept with the groupies after the shows, before the shows and on the way to the next show. These were just the given and if you weren't following the protocol, then something was the matter with you. It was pretty much open, no one judging you for what you were doing because it was the type of life you lead. On the other hand, or Nick's side of the spectrum, it was all bubble gum and sweetness. They weren't allowed to have girlfriends let alone fuck any of the fans. Not publicly anyways. Drugs and alcohol were a definite no, as it was enough to be high on life and school and god.

Tommy wondered how anyone could live their life that way. It was almost inhumane giving grown men a code to abide by with specific dos and don'ts. That was one of the main reasons he respected Nick as much as he did, because he'd managed 10 years living like that and came out half as fucked up as he would have if he'd been forced through the same thing. People saw members of boy bands as lesser musicians than those in rock and roll, Tommy saw it differently. It was harder to appease the crowd than it was to go against it. But Nick did it, every day. Every god damned day for 10 years he was the media's bitch, and he did it with a smile on his face. Nick was his new personal hero, and for that, Tommy respected him.

He'd expected the backlash upon people hearing they were working together. It both amused him and pissed him off at the same time. He loved to see them get their asses in a twitch, trying to figure out the angle he was working at, what Nick was trying to prove. It tickled him to no end knowing that they had no idea what was going on behind closed doors and kept them guessing. That was only half the fun, and he'd told Nick that from the beginning. He loved fucking with the critics and the media, and this was the best way to do it.

But on the other hand it pissed him off that he had to justify why he was working with Nick. That people actually were thinking less of him because he'd decided to help the younger man out. Like it was any of their business who he collaborated with and what he did with his own time. It wasn't as if they had to be there in the studio working with them, it wasn't as if it affected their lives personally. It was insulting to him to question his motives on why he was doing it and insinuating that he had gone soft and was washed up. But most of all, it was insulting to Nick that no one would want to work with him. That he was pretty much untouchable, and that working with him would warrant justification. That was what made him the most mad. That these people thought they had the right to diminish someone's credibility because of their own narrow minded misconceptions.

He'd received a lot of backlash on his web site, and decided it was time to take a stand. At first, he had opted to remain silent, and let people talk whatever shit they wanted to. But knowing how much it was affecting Nick, although the blonde would never admit he let it get to him, he knew it was time to say his piece. Hell, he'd even signed it Tommy fucking-Lee, just for Nick. His rant had definitely made people stand and take notice, the realization that he was serious clearly not weighing into their criticism of their collaboration. Whether they liked it or not, it was going to be done so pretty much they could suck it up and deal with it or fuck the hell off. The reaction was mixed.

"So, what do you think about recording up in Toronto while you're there? I know you'd only planned on spending a few days but it's the perfect opportunity. People won't be sniffing around as much and trying to get all up in our shit!" They were at Tommy's place just finishing off a business dinner. Really, it had just been an excuse to get Nick to his place and spend more time with the blonde, but he wasn't going to admit that out loud. He'd barely admitted it to himself, his infatuation with the younger man growing steadily.

"It's wicked yo. I mean, shit. I fucking love it up there so the more time the better. That way we can work with Snow and get that shit started too."

Tommy nodded, stretching his legs out so that they brushed against Nick's. Their eyes met and something passed between them. Nick didn't shy away, instead, he pressed closer. There had been this cat and mouse game between them for the past week or so, and Tommy had found it interesting that Nick hadn't made any advances. He'd played when Tommy played, often flirting naturally with him, but nothing more had progressed. Tommy had begun to enjoy their games, making things much more interesting between the two of them. "Great." Finding out the wide scope of people Nick was working with had somewhat surprised him when he'd spoken with Nick the first night. It was clear that he wasn't keeping his options limited, instead wanting a broad variety of contributions. Snow was not someone Tommy had ever worked with before, nor had he expected to work with him, but like everything he did it would be a new experience. Something he was looking forward to. "So, what now?"

Nick's eyes darkened considerably and his leg began to move subtly. He was rubbing against Tommy, making him insufferably hard. He knew what he wanted to do, but wasn't going to make the suggestion. Nick was going to have to go to him if he wanted it. "I don't know- what were you thinking?" Nick licked his lower lip seductively, as if challenging him. Tommy cupped his heavy bulge in his pants and squeezed it, unashamed. After palming it for a few minutes he answered.

"I'm thinking a lot of things."

"Okay, pick one."

Tommy sucked in a breath. This was his opportunity. They were both thinking about the same thing and they knew it. All he had to do was say 'take your clothes off and bend over' and Nick would do it. They both knew he would and Tommy wanted more than anything to do that. Instead, he said 'tell me something."

"What?"

"What's one thing you've wanted to do but never did. Something that no one would expect you to do?"

He watched Nick think about it before a grin crept up on his face. "Let's go. I'll drive."

They found themselves at a Tattoo parlour, Nick wiggling his eyebrows. "You have tats kid, I mean something new."

Nick didn't say a word, only walked up to the counter. "Piercing please. Two." And with that, Tommy watched as Nick got his nipples pierced, finding himself aroused to the point where he was about to bring Nick into the bathroom and either fuck him right there or suck him. There weren't a lot of men that Tommy could say he was enthusiastic about blowing, but Nick was one of those men. Ten minutes later they were done and Nick was donning new jewelry. "Well, you asked."

"That I did. Lets go."

They'd gone back to Tommy's place, Nick asking if they could head into his studio for a bit. "Why? It's late!"

Nick turned to look at him, his blue eyes twinkling, his blonde hair falling over his forehead and his newly pierced nipples straining against his tee shirt. "I just wanna play with you." Tommy's cock twitched violently and he was sure that Nick saw it. The words were innocent but not, spoken in a breathy whisper.

"What?"

Nick nodded towards the instruments lining the wall. "Lets play. I just wanna jam for a bit."

And here he'd thought he was going to get some action. He couldn't deny the disappointment that was coursing through his body at the moment.

After that night, Tommy hadn't been able to hook up with Nick at all before Toronto. He was busy, and Nick was busy with his boat racing, both men making plans through their respective management. Tommy was glad for the reprieve, as he needed to get his head out of the clouds and away from a certain blonde haired boy who was haunting him. He'd told Nick he'd be there at 11 but he had gotten into town hours before. Going straight from the airport to the studio, he had arrived around 8. They had exclusive access to the studio for two weeks and so it was open to them round the clock, whenever they wanted for however long they wanted.

It was a surprise at nine when Nick came walking through the door, clearly not expecting him to be there.

"You're already here?"

He spun around in his chair, grinning at the tall blonde. "Welcome to my world Kid. Are you ready for the ride of your life?" Work ethic was important to Tommy and the fact that Nick was two hours early was impressive. He knew at that moment he hadn't made a mistake. The only thing that really got on his nerves were prima donnas that kept their own schedules. He set up schedules for a reason, and when they weren't adhered to it bothered him. Made him wonder their dedication to the project. But there Nick was, ready to get down to business.

It was just too bad that it wasn't the business that they both were so desperately wanting.

Day in. Day out. They did their own things. They spent so many hours in the studio a day, taking a day off here and there. He'd been invited to Downsview Park with Nick and Snow on Canada Day, but had opted to do his own thing. He had people he wanted to see, friends he hadn't visited for longer than he'd realized. And plus he'd enjoyed working on Nick's material so much that he figured he'd lay down some of his own stuff while he was at it.

Nick spoke to Kevin either every night or every other night. They had an odd relationship, but what was more odd was how well it worked for them. Nick had explained their 'situation' to him, citing that although they loved each other more than anything, wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, that they were free to sleep with other people. That was the type of relationship that Tommy had always had with his lovers, but it wasn't always agreed upon by both parties. They knew what they were getting into when being with him, and they didn't exactly have a say in the matter, but to have complete allowance without consequence was brilliant. And Tommy was a little envious.

Just as he'd known who Nick was, he knew who Kevin was. And to hear that they were in a relationship was surprising. The two men were polar opposites, but he supposed that was what made it work for them. The important thing was that as sexy, as fucking hot as Nick was, his boyfriend was equally as hot. Tommy's groin pulsed at thoughts of the two of them together, bathed in sweat and working each other to the point of orgasm. Tommy had almost been disappointed when Kevin stated he wasn't joining them. That would have made for an exciting two weeks.

Nick admitted to him one night that Kevin was a little cautious of Nick spending to much time with him. Not that Kevin didn't approve, he knew Nick was old enough to make his own decisions and wasn't about to judge someone he didn't know. It was more of how he knew the degree to which Nick's respect and admiration went for him and wasn't sure if it would put any hindrance on their relationship. Tommy had been flattered that Kevin thought he was capable of coming between them. He wasn't looking for a relationship with Nick outside of a working one. Now sex, that was a different story. A few fucks here and there he could handle, but the last thing he needed was a relationship, and he told Nick that from the beginning.

Thankfully, they were both on the same page.

He came back to the house late one night, surprised to see the lights all off. Nick was usually up at all hours of the night, known to go on as little sleep as necessary. As he headed down the hall to his bedroom, he overheard Nick's voice, low and hushed.

"Fuck- yeah babe- god I need you so fucking bad.."


Tommy held his breath as he inched closer to the door, Nick's voice getting louder as he neared his release. He heard the blonde moan Kevin's name and knew that he was talking to his lover, phone sex clearly their way of dealing with the separation. His own cock throbbed in his jeans and he leaned against the wall, listening for just a while longer, palming his bulge roughly.

Nick let out one last roar before falling silent, the only thing audible deep breathing echoing through the room. "I love you too Kev."

With a grin on his face and an erection of his own to take care of, Tommy continued the remaining distance to his own room.

The next morning, nothing was said and he couldn't help but watch Nick closer, wondering what he looked like pre orgasm. Post orgasm. Mid orgasm. "Have a good night?" He asked, watching Nick's eyes light up considerably.

"Yeah. Talked to Kev. Had some fucking fantastic phone sex. God man you should hear it. His accent is so thick and he's so fucking hot. Especially when he starts whining and grunting."


They'd long since gotten over any awkwardness around each other. Okay, Nick had gotten over his awkwardness, Tommy had been fine from the get go. He had known it was a matter of time before Nick understood that they were both adults and nothing was off limits.

"Oh yeah? Sounds like fun." Tommy winked and sat down, drinking his coffee while checking out the paper. "How's he doing?"

"Good. He's coming up tomorrow though. Gonna fly up. I figure that it's not like we're out all that often, and no one has really found us, so if he's here it won't look suspicious."

"Plus I'm outta here the day after tomorrow anyways.." Tommy looked up grinning when he saw the expression on Nick's face.

"Yeah, that too man. Whole house to ourselves."


"How long you staying down for?"

"Til the end of this week. Have to be back in Orlando by Monday." They finished their breakfast as they always did, wanting to be at the studio by 10. Tommy was glad that Kevin was going to be coming down to keep Nick company, knowing how much the blonde had been missing him. But there was a part of him that had been surprised that nothing had come of his suspicions. As much as the flirting between them had been fun, it had never amounted to more than that. He was confused.

Nick paused for a second to stretch, his tee shirt riding up his body just enough for a sliver of skin to peek out and Tommy reacted. He had Nick up against the wall in an instant, their faces inches apart. He'd caught Nick off guard, that much was evident. The blonde had a look crossing between afraid he was going to be decked and wanting to be kissed. Tommy leaned in, sniffing his neck teasingly.

"You're such a fucking tease Nick. The whole time I thought at some point you'd be trying to seduce me, and nothing."

Nick moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut. Tommy could feel him shiver and grinned into his neck. "Didn't-"

"What? Didn't what?"

"Think you were serious beyond flirting. Didn't want to fuck things up."

"How? How would it fuck things up?" Tommy's lips were dancing against Nick's, brushing against them softly before pulling away. He could feel Nick's breath against his face.

"Dude.. we gotta work together. As much as I'd love to, I can't mess with that. I couldn't fuck you and then risk it-"

"But you and Kevin-"

"Not while we were together with the group. We got together when we started the break. It wouldn't have worked while Backstreet was together." Tommy was looking directly into Nick's eyes and nodded, understanding the logic.

"Would you have?"

"Fucked you?" Tommy nodded at Nick's question. "God. In a fucking heartbeat."


He didn't need to say another word, it was all Tommy needed to know. "Good." He pressed their mouths together in a hard, furious demanding kiss, ravaging Nick's mouth purposefully. He was trying to memorize the kid's taste, the feel of him beneath him. He could feel Nick's hands clutching at his back, holding his head closer, harder and pulled away almost angrily. He took one last swipe, biting Nick's lip roughly before stepping back. That was all they'd have, no matter how much they both wanted it. A fuck would be nice, but he knew that their working relationship was going to be going beyond this one CD. He'd already agreed to do drums on a few of Nick's tracks for this album, and then for the future as well. In all, they hadn't set out specifics, but unless something extranomical happened, they'd be finding themselves working together for years to come.

Looking at Nick, he felt regret and longing. His cheeks were pink, eyes hooded and lips swollen. He looked like sex personified and Tommy wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, especially when they wanted it to. "Fuck you are beautiful kid."

Nick looked down and grinned shyly. When he saw that, Tommy was once again pressed against him.

"Look at me." Nick looked up, electricity crackling between them.

"Fucking gorgeous. If you EVER change your mind about this, call me. I don't care what I'm doing, who I'm fucking, anything. If it's fucking four am and I'm knee deep in the hottest pussy I can find and you come calling, she'll fucking wait bro. I don't give a shit what's going on, you phone and I'll be inside that hot ass before you even hear the condom wrapper hit the floor. Got it?"

Nick's nod was slow, his eyes wide and grin bright. "Got it."


"Good. Now come on, we're going to get us some new ink."

"What about the studio, we're supposed to be there-"


"Look, I know what time we're supposed to be there. Don't fucking argue with me. If I can't fuck you right now we can at least do what I want to do. Now come on."

It was noon by the time they left the tattoo place. He'd gotten a new design that he'd been wanting for a while, something that a friend had created specifically for him. Nick on the other hand had been indecisive of what to get. After much discussion, he'd made a suggestion to the blonde. "What about two drum sticks, crossing into an X.. Right underneath that sun on your arm."

Nick thought about it for about five seconds before agreeing, it was perfect. When they got to the studio, both men got right down to work, wanting to get as much done as they could. Tommy knew that once Kevin arrived the next day, Nick's concentration would be shot and not as much would get done as if he wasn't there. Not that there was a lot left to do, nothing that couldn't be finished up in LA in a matter of a few days, but still, he liked leaving the studio feeling accomplished.

"So Nicky. I have a proposition for you!"

Nick raised his eyebrows, curious. "Yeah?"

"So- I'm doing a bit of a tour in a few months. Just a few dates in a few random, select cities. I was thinking of hiring the drummer that we had for the last one but he was a fucking twat. So I'm currently drummerless."

Nick's jaw dropped and Tommy grinned. He'd achieved the expected reaction. "Wouldn't you be-."

"Well, yes and no. I'll be doing a few songs but for the most part I'm going to be doing other shit too. And I need someone I know has skills on drums. I think it would be a fucking riot to piss all over the critics and everyone and have you come out on tour for a bit. Just a few weeks, maybe a month or so. Not every night-. And-"

"Are you fucking serious?"

Tommy nodded. "Completely."

"Dude- I'd fucking love to. This is gonna be amazing."

"And your man can come too if he wants. Or he can not. Whatever. You know the ropes."

"Don't even worry about it bro. It's all covered. Damn, this is fucking amazing."


It was done as much for himself as it was for Nick. Contrary to popular belief, Nick was really skilled on the drums. It was something he'd done since he was younger and having practiced on the road with so many different drummers, he'd picked up a wide range of techniques. Plus it would also bring him exposure to a different group of people, people who wouldn't necessarily give him the time of day otherwise.

Plus he was still fucking hot for the kid and to have him on tour, even if just to look at would be sweet.

"So I'll have my people call yours and we'll set it up."

Nick nodded, sitting back in the chair. "Dude. You fucking rock, you know that? I mean you realize you're never gonna get rid of me now!"

"That's the plan Carter."

End Part 2



KEVIN

>From the moment that Nick started talking about collaborating with Tommy Lee, Kevin knew he was serious. And it wasn't that he was against his lover working with the other man, it was just that Kevin knew how much Nick idolized him and how much it meant to him. And just how deep the attraction went. That was what bothered him the most. The possibility that it would extend to beyond the collaboration.

Kevin had been in love with Nick for what felt like forever. He'd had feelings for Nick, Nick had feelings for him but they'd decided that it wasn't going to work out. Neither would confess that it was love because they just weren't sure. And quite honestly neither were willing to risk everything they had with the group and their careers for a sexual relationship, no matter how much they meant to each other. So they put their lust on hold and continued on with daily life. Things had gotten to a point where they'd pretty much forgotten their feelings, living with it from day to day making them seem less urgent and pressing. It wasn't until the group had gone on hiatus and Nick had gone to Kentucky to visit Kevin for a few weeks that they'd remembered each other, and themselves. It was in that time they realized that it was love they'd been experiencing and decided to make a go of the relationship thing.

In the end, both were thankful they waited. Working together and being together would have been too stressful and ended much worse than they would have even imagined. Kevin loved Nick more than he thought he ever could, the ten years of being friends only solidifying their feelings for one another, showing them just how much they did and could love each other.

They did have an open relationship, something they both agreed was necessary knowing their track records, but it was with stipulations. They could veto anyone they wanted, but within reason. If it got to the point where each of them were constantly vetoing possible partners, the specifics of the situation would be revised. They hadn't had a problem so far.

At first, Kevin didn't want to tell Nick his concerns for fear of seeming too whiny. Too insecure. To afraid that Nick would move on. It was clear that they were in love, both admitting they wanted to spend their whole lives together, but Kevin wasn't entirely sure what would happen when Nick was faced with his biggest fantasy.

Tommy Lee.

It wasn't a secret that Nick was sexually attracted to him. One night the blonde had admitted to Kevin that he saw a lot of Kevin in Tommy, and that was part of the attraction. Knowing how strongly Nick felt for Tommy, Kevin was flattered, but that didn't mean it eased his thoughts any less. In fact, it only made him more jealous.

And yes, he was jealous.

The green eyed monster had definitely come to town.

It was torturous on multiple levels for Kevin, as every time he heard Nick speaking of someone who ridiculed him for wanting to work with someone as 'fucking amazing' as Tommy Lee, he wanted to go and kick their assess. He hated them for thinking that Nick wasn't at the caliber that Tommy was at, that he wasn't a legitimate musician because he was in a boy band, and that he was just less of an artist because of what people thought he was. But at the same time it hurt him because he did know he was good enough, and made him wonder if HE was good enough for Nick. If Nick would see what else was out there and realize that his life wasn't already fulfilled enough. That he needed something he wasn't getting from Kevin.

The night that Tommy had phoned Nick, Kevin's initial reaction was supreme pride. That Tommy Fucking-Lee was calling his baby to collaborate. As much as Nick didn't want to believe it, that's why Tommy was calling, Kevin knew. If he didn't give a shit about what Nick thought, if he didn't care, he wouldn't have taken the time to phone and set up a dinner meeting. Kevin knew the second Nick told him who was on the phone that his dream was going to be coming true. Nick was going to be working with one of his musical idols. After the initial pride and excitement wore off was when the fear and trepidation set in. The jealousy. The anxiety.

Telling Nick wasn't even an option. Instead, he opted to be the supportive boyfriend, the best friend and be happy for him. Nick was finally going to be living his dream. This album was going to be everything Now or Never wasn't. His.

Not Jive's.

Not the fans'.

Not the Firm's.

Nick's.

He was working with who he wanted to, recording what he wanted to and calling all the shots. No one was more proud of Nick than Kevin. Even if it was breaking his heart the entire time.

They started having business dinners. Kevin wasn't angry, nor was he resentful. He understood them, but little by little he saw his lover changing. Nick walked taller, his head held higher. There was an air of confidence that settled around him, one that both aroused and saddened Kevin at the same time. He knew it was because of Tommy. The older man was giving Nick a lesson in life that he'd never had before. One of being who he was and being comfortable with it.

With the group, Nick belonged to someone. At all times he was on someone else's time, making someone else's dollar, being someone else's puppet. They thought that once they'd gotten out from under Lou's thumb, it would stop. But they went from the pan to the fire, finding themselves under Jive's thumb. The same rules applied, they were just not as obvious. Nick belonged to them, they all did. And never was the blonde allowed to fully experiment with who he was. He'd been told to act and be a certain way, and any deviations from the norm was to be hidden.

Tommy's response to that was 'fuck it. You only gotta be Nick Carter, the rest of that garbage is bull shit.'

Kevin admired the man's way of life. Wished that he could have the freedom to be as free as Tommy, but he couldn't. It was as much of his own fault as it was Jive's, because even now, he was still living half in the closet he'd never fully stepped out of. But watching Nick come into his own, even after a few weeks was hard, because Kevin wished it had have been him to give him that confidence, that fearlessness and uncaring attitude of what the rest of the world thought. Kevin slowly saw his lover changing into a man that he didn't recognize, and wondered if that man would still remember him after all was said and done.


First it was the hair. Nick had fully planned on cutting it back to his shorter, spiky, just been fucked look. He'd thought it was getting too long and too shaggy. A few days later Kevin asked what had happened to the hair cut and Nick simply shrugged and said 'fuck what the fans say. Fuck what everyone says. I wanna grow it long and that's what I'm going to do."

Kevin loved the hair long. It was beautiful, blonde from the sun, looking like spun gold, framing his face like a halo of a sort. But to know that it was because of Tommy's urging that he kept it long instead of his own suggestions cut to Kevin's heart.

Next it was the nipple rings. Kevin had noticed them immediately as Nick had entered their bedroom. He stank of sweat, something that Kevin found arousing. It brought back memories of nights spent making love for hours, of nights after shows where he'd hug the younger man, granted just a taste of what it felt to be in his arms. They were pressed against the t shirt and he watched Nick wince as he pulled the shirt over his head. "Tommy asked me one thing that I wanted to do that no one would expect me to ever do. So I pierced them. They're a bit sore but fuck, they're going to feel so good with you playing with them."

As they made love that night, Kevin mindful of Nick's tender piercing, all Kevin could think about was how Tommy had been there when Nick had them done. That Tommy had seen his lover without his shirt on, and how much more Tommy had been given access to.

"So, how are things going with Tommy?" Kevin had gathered the courage to ask one evening after dinner. He blushed as Nick looked at him skeptically.

"You mean have I fucked him?"

"That's not what I meant." Kevin was lying, that was exactly what he meant and Nick knew it. "Just, how are things going?"

"Good. He really likes my songs, he's going through them and reworking them a bit. Fine tuning them. It's fucking awesome Kev. He's a god or something."


Kevin felt his heart sink and jealousy churn in his stomach. He'd be damned if he'd let Nick know though. 'Good."

"And no, I haven't fucked him." Kevin blushed and Nick grinned. "You're such a fucking liar Kev. You know I'd tell you if something happened."

And that was that. Kevin hadn't asked again and Nick hadn't told. It wasn't until Nick announced that they were going to be going up to Toronto for a few weeks that he really began to worry.


The duo would be renting a small house a few blocks away from the studio that they were going to be recording at. They'd rented out the private studio and had 24/7 access to it, making it easier for them. "Come with us Kev-" Nick had asked.

As much as he wanted to, Kevin couldn't. He had business obligations keeping him in LA. Stuff he couldn't get out of. "I can't babe. I have stuff I have to do. But I'll be done by the Thursday, so maybe I'll be able to make it then."

Nick's grin was infectious and Kevin thought maybe his jealousy was for nothing. Nick hadn't necessarily been acting any stranger than usual, and Kevin had no reason to suspect anything.

"Well then you have to call me every night, even if it is just to leave a message on my cell. I'm going to miss you babe."

Nick's missing Kevin was nothing to the pain that Kevin felt missing Nick. His mind was never far from the blonde thousands of miles away, having the time of his life recording with one of his idols.

~~~~

"Hey Nicky, just got in and thought I'd see how you were. It's just after midnight and you're probably out partying. I hope you had a good day, I love you." Kevin hung up and crawled into bed, falling asleep instantly.

~~~~

"Kevvy. Sorry I missed your call last night babe. Was over at Snow's playing games with him and Justice and lost track of time. That little girl is wicked at Monopoly. Kicked both our asses. Brutal. Love you more." Kevin's lips curled into a grin when he'd heard Nick's voice on his voice mail the next morning. He hit the 9 button and saved the message, only to listen to it again about ten times before leaving for his meeting.

~~~~

"She was brutal or you guys are just that bad? Isn't she like seven? And neither of you could beat her? Sad." Kevin chuckled. "But seriously, I miss you and it was great to hear your voice. Call me, I've got some news."

~~~~~~

"Fuck you. You should see how she'd look at us. Big puppy dog eyes, pouty lips. She's wicked I tell you. Wicked. I'll be home after 11. Gonna make it an early night. Call me after then."

~~~~

Kevin looked at the clock, it was nearly 11:30. He'd been out later than expected and hadn't even noticed the time flying by. Once he slipped out of his clothes and into the sheets of their bed, he dialed the familiar numbers of Nick's cell phone.

It was the first time in almost a week that they'd spoken. Without the aid of their voice mail. Nick's voice was heaven to his ears and he spent the first half hour just listening to the different stories that Nick had for him. How great it had been to be Snow's surprise guest at Downsview Park on Canada Day. He'd never been in Canada on that day, the party phenomenal. Of course, not a lot of people knew he was in town, so it had been relatively easy getting around without having to hide. The work in the studio was going great and Nick had never been happier. The only thing missing was him.

Kevin's heart skipped when he'd heard Nick tell him that. "Really?"

"Oh Jesus Kev, you don't know how much I've missed you. It's not the same without you here."

"You're just saying that because you're horny." Kevin could tell, Nick's voice was lower than usual, slightly breathy. He got a heady laugh in response.

"Well that's some of it. But I don't sleep well without you beside me. I miss you Boo."

"You won't have to miss me for much longer babe. I'll be landing in Toronto tomorrow around four."

Nick's holler of glee was enough to send Kevin's stomach into somersaults. "God. That is such good fucking news babe. I can't wait to see you."

"Me too Nicky," Kevin paused. He was painfully hard. "Are you alone in the house?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What are you wearing?" It was then that Kevin heard a gasp of breath from Nick, knowing he'd caught on to what he was starting. "Tomorrow's fine, but I'm hard tonight."

"I'm not wearing anything babe. Just laying on my bed naked, it's so fucking hot up here."

"Me too. I've got the windows open and the breeze is caressing my cock, just like you would if you were here."

"Yeah I would Kev- I'd be stroking you so good and sweet. You're so hard in my hand-"

Kevin whimpered, taking his erection in his hand and stroking it, as if it were Nick's hand working him.


He could hear Nick doing the same thing on his own end, both men descriptively acting out what they would be doing to the other if they were together. Kevin hadn't felt this good since the day that Nick left for Toronto, wanting nothing more than to be in his lover's arms and feeling Nick's hands all over his body.

It hadn't taken either of them very long to reach the point where they were both screaming loudly, reaching their release almost violently.

Looking at the clock it was nearly two am. "Babe.. I should go. I have stuff to do before I come up tomorrow."

"A few more minutes Kev. I just wanna hear you breathing."

A few more minutes, Kevin could do. "Okay Nicky, I love you baby."


"I love you Kev."

Kevin's plane landed at four. He hailed a cab and gave him the address Nick had given him the night before on the phone. A key had been waiting in the mailbox for him, allowing him entry to the house. Kevin and Tommy were still at the studio, probably would be there until later that night. Once he'd showered and freshened up, Kevin grabbed the keys to the Expedition sitting in the driveway and headed out, driving the short distance to the studio he knew they were working in.

By the time Kevin got there, it was after 5 and he was told that Misters Carter and Lee were on a dinner break. Whereas Mr. Lee had left the studio for an indeterminable amount of time, Mr. Carter should still be back there. Kevin's grin was instant. Just who he was looking for. He quietly made his way down the hall to where the receptionist had directed him to go. Looking through the window, he saw Nick leaning over the controls, headphones covering his ears. He had a grin on his face and his eyes were closed. Kevin slipped in without Nick even realizing it. As if feeling eyes on him Nick raised his head.

"Dude, you back already? You said an hour, it's been fifteen minutes."

"You want me to come back in forty-five then?" Kevin asked, giggling as Nick spun around in his chair so fast he nearly fell off. Their eyes met and Nick's face lit up.

"Fuck... you're here." Nick's eyes roamed over Kevin's body in appreciation. He'd picked his outfit very carefully, a pair of leather pants and a black sleeveless shirt. He heard a soft moan come from Nick and grabbed the door handle.

"Is that a yes or a no babe?"

Nick was off his chair in an instant, pressing their mouths together tightly. He felt Nick's tongue invade his mouth eagerly, the kiss hungry and desperate. "No.. don't you fucking leave. Missed you so fucking much."

"Me too Nicky..." Kevin felt Nick maneuver them towards the couch along the far wall. They sat down and Nick was on him in an instant, grinding their bodies together seductively. Nick's hands were on his belt buckle and Kevin felt him impatiently tugging at the leather. Kevin lifted his hips enough to pull the material down to mid thigh. "What..."

"Shut up," Nick demanded, taking Kevin deep into his throat. He began a furious pace on Kevin's erection, hollowing out his cheeks to make the heat tighter for him. Kevin laced his fingers through Nick's long blonde hair, pulling the strands to the side so he could fully watch his lover's mouth ride his cock. He loved how those beautiful pink lips looked surrounding him, the way the corners of his mouth would turn up in a grin and how he would relax his jaw and take him in the entire way, not stopping until he couldn't go any further. With his back arched and his head thrown back, Kevin could feel his orgasm approaching.

"Drink it Nicky..." Kevin let out a loud cry and thrust up one time, emptying himself deep in Nick's throat. He could feel the sensations of Nick's throat closing in on him with each swallow, prolonging the orgasm. Nick pulled off of him and licked his lips. He fastened his pants and pulled the blonde down on the couch with him. A voice cut into his post orgasmic bliss.

"I always did love a good blow job in the studio." Kevin shot up and Nick giggled, snuggling closer to his lover. Tommy walked further into the studio and grabbed his wallet from his sweat shirt, waving it in the air for both men to see. "Fucking forgot my wallet and she's like 'I don't care if you're Tommy Fucking-Lee. That's twenty two oh nine please.'"

Nick burst into laughter and Kevin found himself chuckling nervously. Tommy met his eyes and Kevin felt a jolt of energy flow through him. Looking at him at that moment he could see every single reason why Nick was infatuated with him. Had he not just cum moments earlier, he'd have been sporting some pretty good wood for the man. Tommy headed back the way he'd just come and turned to look over his shoulder. "Richardson, you've got one hell of a man right there. You better fucking treat him right because if you don't, not only will I kick your ass for it, but I'll fucking steal him away so you won't get him back."

Somehow, Kevin knew that the older man wasn't joking. He was about to say something when Tommy's eyes warned him to be silent. No words were necessary, Kevin understood that.

"I'll be back in an hour. Give you two time together."

And in an instant, they were alone again. Nick snuggled closer and Kevin inadvertently nudged Nick's arm, causing him to jerk up and cry out in pain. "Fuck..."

"What's wrong babe? Did I hurt you?" Nick's face was red and he was blushing.

"I just ...I got some ink done yesterday." Kevin cocked an eyebrow and flashed Nick a parental type look.

"What?"

The shirt was peeled back enough for Kevin to see the sensitive skin. It was an X made of drum sticks, very fitting for him. Something near the bottom caught Kevin's eye and he leaned in closer. "What does that say?"

Nick shook his head.

"What does it say Nick?"

"It's ....KSR." It was barely noticeable, but once he'd been told, it was clear. Kevin's stomach did somersaults.

"Oh baby... you didn't."

"Of course I did." Their eyes locked and Kevin fought not to let the tears that were threatening surface. Nick paused for a second weighing out his words. Kevin watched him struggle with something in his head. Finally he spoke. "Yesterday morning..." Kevin had an idea he wasn't going to like what Nick was about to tell him. "Tommy and I ..."

"Yeah baby?"

"Well things came to a head. Like, we finally stopped dancing around this weird sexual thing we've got going...."

"And you two fucked?" He was proud he'd said it so calmly, not betraying the hurt that had covered his heart.

"Not exactly. I mean we could have, but ...."

But? Kevin couldn't believe there was a but.

"But I said no. I mean, I wanted to Kev, fuck I wanted to." Kevin knew how much he did and was interested in finding out why he didn't go through with it. "But ..I couldn't. I couldn't do it. Not only because of us working together, but because I love you." Kevin's breath caught in his throat. "I know we said that if anything between us changed we were going to talk about it and deal with it. We need to talk."

Kevin nodded. He'd been thinking of how to bring this conversation up as well but he figured he would have done it at the house, after Tommy had gone. But since Nick was starting it here, it looked like they were going to have it. "I agree."

"I can't do it anymore. I can't have the relationship we do. I mean, shit Kev. I've been here with him for how long? Just the two of us? And there have been so many opportunities to say to hell with it and just fuck him. But ...it's like I didn't want to or something Like I couldn't because I didn't want to hurt you."

"I said you could..."

"I know, and I love you for that. But then I thought about if the positions were switched and it was you here with someone you were hot for. And I felt ...sick. I felt betrayed and knew I couldn't do it."


It was everything Kevin wanted to hear and more. "So you're saying you want to change things?"

"Yes."

Kevin grinned. "Me too. It's why I came up here. Well, there were other deciding factors," he grinned at Nick's cocky smirk. "But mostly to tell you that I don't want this open door policy shit. I want it us. Just us. All or nothing."

"Do I have to start singing O-Town? Because I'll puke if you make me." Kevin shook his head.

"I'll puke if I have to listen to it."

It was settled. They were exclusive. Kevin felt his heart soaring. It was then that Nick told him of the plans to tour, Tommy's offer to Nick. To say he was proud would have been an understatement. "So... Tommy Fucking-Lee huh?"

"Tommy Fucking-Lee!" Nick echoed, voice in wonderment. Kevin kissed Nick softly, twisting their fingers together snugly. "Who would have thought huh Kev?"

Kevin shook his head, beaming at his lover. "Never any doubt baby. Never any doubt."

Finis

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