Title:Shake Ya Ass Author: Jules - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com Genre: Slash Pairing: Nick Carter/Lance Bass
		Rating:		R
		Disclaimer: This is not real, it never happened. Shake Ya Ass by Jules The club was packed and the music was loud, the bass vibrating all the way down to Nick's soul. It seemed like forever since he'd been back home in Orlando and he was happy to be home and on holiday. The last tour had felt like it would never end, with one thing or another surfacing only to cause more strain on the guys. Everyone had pretty much gone their own ways once they'd returned from Japan, with Nick and Howie the only ones remaining in Florida. Howie had phoned Nick earlier that night, wondering if he'd like to go check out this new club that had opened, probably owned by someone famous and promising to have the hottest girls, sexiest guys and stars galore. Who was Nick to turn down this opportunity to let loose and just relax, maybe find someone sexy to bring home and release some pent up sexual frustration with. So here they were, being led up to the VIP lounge by a very busty blonde waitress wearing a skimpy tank top and short mini skirt. Nick had to hold back from laughing out loud at how obviously Howie was checking her out. If he didn't watch himself, he'd probably trip over his own tongue, but Nick didn't say anything. He just smiled and shook his head, patting Howie on the shoulder as they were seated. They both ordered a few shots and drinks, settling back to survey the crowd. Nick recognized a few actors and other musicians, chatting with people who he hadn't seen since the last awards shows or the last big party they'd been fortunate enough to have time off to attend. An hour and several drinks later, Nick realized that he was more relaxed than he could remember being in quite some time. There was no pressure to be someone, to act a certain way and he found that he was actually having a good time. Howie was talking to a woman very intimately, his arms around her waist, and his mo uth close to her face so he could talk directly into her ear. Out of the corner of his eye, Nick saw two familiar faces that he hadn't noticed earlier on in the evening. Sitting not 3 feet away from where he was standing, was Joey and Lance of NSYNC. They were alone at a table, both looking almost as drunk as he felt, conversing comfortably. Just as he was about to walk over, Joey looked up and caught Nick's eye, a huge smile covering his mouth. He leaned over to say something to Lance and Nick decided to wait to see Lance's reaction before imposing himself on their company. He didn't know if he'd be welcome at their table, and decided to save himself the embarrassment in case they didn't want him there. There had always been this stupid 'feud' between the two groups, and while Howie was friends with all the other guys, and Brian and JC were pretty tight with one another, Nick didn't know if they really did think he was an okay guy, or they hated him because of the tension between him and Justin. Nick watched with bated breath as Lan ce's head slowly turned in the direction he was standing, and those deep, intense green eyes washed over his 6 foot frame. Once Lance's eyes met his, Nick saw a small smile cover his face and he nodded his head slightly to indicate that Nick should join them. He didn't understand what it was, but having Lance give him the once over made Nick's pulse race and his stomach tighten. Oh god, he was going to go over there and sit with them. He was drunk enough to not be nervous, but sober enough to worry about making an ass of himself. Deciding that he needed Howie for this, he went over to where his older band mate was now alone and watching the dance floor over the balcony. "D. Joey and Lance are over there, they nodded me over bro. Come with me." Nick tried unsuccessfully to keep the whiny desperate twang from his voice. Howie looked at the expression on Nick's face and laughed. "What's wrong Kaos? Afraid of what they'll do to you alone? Want an even playing ground?" Nick flashed Howie a death glare and grabbed his sleeve, dragging him over to the table where Lance and Joey were now watching him with interest. Joey's expression was that of humour, where Lance's was unreadable. Nick thought that maybe he saw a spark of lust or excitement in Lance's gaze, but shook it off as effect of the alcohol that was coursing through his bloodstream. "Bass ...Fatone." Nick nodded as they approached, waiting to be asked to join them. "Nick. Howie. How's it goin man? Wanna join us? I hadn't even seen you guys here... Been here long?" Joey said, motioning towards the empty chairs across from him. As Nick and Howie sat, the waitress came by to take another drink order. Another round was requested and the four men began to talk, catching up on touring and business. The conversation was light and pleasant, quite contrary to what most people would think, with them being members of competing groups. As the night wore on, more rounds were brought and

		each man got drunker and drunker, not to the point of illness or sloppiness, but more of bravery and silliness. Joey finished a joke and they all began to laugh, the other people in the bar long forgotten. They'd been talking for maybe two hours at this point, and none could remember having this good a time in a long while. As Nick was laughing, he realized that he had to go to the bathroom, his bladder uncomfortably full with the tequila and cranberry and vodkas he'd been drinking all night. Standing up, he adjusted his shirt to cover the bit of skin that was showing from when it had ridden up slightly. "I'll be back, I have to go to the bathroom." He said, slurring slightly. "If Joey keeps telling these jokes, I'ma piss myself pretty fuckin soon." That caused another round of laughter from the table. A few minutes later, Nick returned, with all eyes trained on his tall lanky figure wading through the crowd. Howie noticed how Lance and Joey had been watching Nick's ass as he'd gone to the bathroom, and now they were watching him saunter back. Nick's face had that glow that you got when drinking too much, his eyes twinkling, cheeks rosy and lips wet from licking them too much, dry mouth being one of the downfalls of too much alcohol. "Damn Nick. I didn't realize how great those pants make your ass look bro... The juicy booty is definitely in town tonight." Howie said, slapping Nick's ass playfully before he sat down. "Shut the fuck up D." Nick blushed, the guys were always teasing him about his ghetto booty and how obsessed everyone was with it. "I'm serious bro. I saw everyone checking it out on your way to the bathroom... That leather fits you like a second skin... Like they're painted on." Nick rolled his eyes and turned to face Lance and Joey who were laughing at Nick's discomfort. "Help me out here guys... Please." "Well Howie..." Joey started, leaning in closer so only the guys at their table could hear. "Don't get me wrong. Nick's got a fine ass..." He looked at Nick and winked, making the blonde blush even redder. "But nothing compares to the Bass Ass." That caught Lance off guard and he coughed as he was about to swallow, his own cheeks reddening considerably. "Joe, shut up." "I'm serious Lance.... Your ass is the finest ass I've ever seen. If I wasn't straight... I'd definitely want a piece of ..." "Whoa... That's good... I think we know where that's going." Lance interrupted, unable to look Nick or Howie in the eyes. Howie began to laugh. "That's what AJ's always saying to Nick...." His eyes met Joey's over the table and they both smiled at each other, a silent connection made. Nick had long since decided to focus on a photograph on the wall, finding it fascinating while Lance decided to find great meaning in the remaining beer in his glass. "Well... I don't think we're going to be able to solve this between ourselves." Howie said, slapping Nick on the shoulder and breaking him out of the trance he was in. "I agree Howard. We're both a little too biased... Of course you're going to say that Nick's JB is finer and I think that the Bass Ass is much more beautiful... So..." Joey said smiling at Nick and then Lance, causing both of them to shift uncomfortably They looked at one another for support, knowing that something was about to happen and they had no control over the situation. "Perhaps we should get everyone's opinion." Lance looked at Joey with confusion, the alcohol calming the nervousness he would normally have at this point in the conversation. "What? You wanna take a poll?" Nick laughed, clutching at his stomach. "I can just see it now. Them parading us around the bar to each person, making us lift our shirts and bend over. Excuse me Miss? Which ass do you think is hotter? Mr Carter's or Mr Bass's?" Once he'd gotten the picture that Nick was painting, Lance began to howl as well, tears forming in his eyes. "What? You need more assistance? Well you may pinch, squeeze or slap it a few times to get the full effect." Both Lance and Nick were laughing hysterically at this point, not realizing that Howie had called over the waitress and himself and Joey were talking to her, setting up something. Once the laughter had subsided slightly, Howie looked from Nick to Lance, a huge grin covering his face. "Well... You guys are close... But not entirely correct. WE ARE going to have everyone judge.. But it's going to be a little different. Are you guys up for it?" Nick looked at Lance and stared into his eyes for a minute, trying to gauge his reaction. With that one glance, the air at the table shifted and became considerably thicker. "Well Carter? What do you think? Wanna end the debate once and for all... See whose booty reigns supreme?"

		"Damn Lance... Watch Iron Chef much?" Howie giggled, causing another fit of giggles to wash over everyone. "Joey makes me watch it....." Lance blushed, his eyes never leaving Nick's. "I say bring it on." Nick responded, feeling his pants get slightly tighter under the other man's scrutinizing glare. Howie nodded to the waitress, who motioned for the DJ to continue on with the two mens' plan. When the song that was playing finished, the DJ got on the mic, playing music softly so he could talk. "Well.. Apparently a challenge has been issued up in the VIP section of the bar tonight, and a few of the guys need your help in choosing who's the winner here. What do you guys say?" The crowd all began to cheer and roar, indicating that they'd be willing to help out with whatever the challenge was. At that, the music became a little louder and Mystikal could be heard, the first 30 seconds playing over in loop format. "Well the challenge was this, apparently, Howie D from the Backstreet Boys thinks that their youngest member Nick Carter, you ever heard of these guys...?" The DJ played, eliciting deafening screams at the mention of Howie and Nick's names. "Well Howie seems to think that Nick has the finest ass in all of the music business... That his ghetto booty is number one... BUT ... But, we've got Joey Fatone up there saying that his boy, Lance... THE Lance Bass... You heard of these guys?" Another round of squeals and hollers could be heard at Joey and Lance's names. "Well Joey argues and says that the Bass Ass is where the action is. SO... SOO... What we need is for you guys to be the judge. We need you to tell us who's ass is finer... Nick or Lance's... And to do this.. We're gonna need for you guys to see the merchandise... So... NICKOLAS.... LANSTEN... Please make your way up to the stage please...." Everyone waited for a blushing Nick and an even more blushing Lance to slowly make their way down from the VIP lounge to the stage where the spotlight was waiting for them. "I can't fucking believe this." Nick whispered to Lance, a smile on his face. "They're totally taking advantage of our drunken state." Lance agreed, giving Nick a friendly pat on his shoulder. As they found themselves on the stage, bathed in the bright white light of the spotlight, they looked at one another and then the crowd, seeing a few hundred people watching them, all in various stages of drunk, not unlike themselves. "Okay.. Good luck boys.... Now here's your chance to show the goods and we'll see what the audience says at the end of the song." The DJ closed off his mic and the song was turned up to regular volume, the beginning of Shake Ya Ass recognizable. "Good luck buddy." Lance said, shaking Nick's hand, their fingers lingering a little longer than normal. "You too Bass." "Shake ya ass, but watch yourself. Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with Shake ya ass, but watch yourself. Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with" With one final deep breath, both men started to dance on the stage, laughing as the girls in the crowd all started to scream hysterically. Nick was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants that hugged his muscular thighs perfectly, outlining his ass to perfection. He wore them with a black sleeveless shirt which clung to his muscles, topped off with his short blonde/brown hair spiked to look like he'd just run his fingers through his hair. Lance on the other hand, was wearing a pair of black pants which had looked as though they'd been tailored for him specifically, outlining every curve and contour of his lower body, a dark green sleeveless shirt, and his hair also styled to look messy and sexy. "Now this ain't for no small booties. No sir cuz that won't pass (show me what you workin with) But if you feel you got the biggest one Then momma come shake ya ass" As the song continued, they each began to grind their asses further into the air, fueled on by the crowd's reaction and the inhibitions they'd lost with the excessive consumption of alcohol. Nick watched Lance run his hands down his chest, slowly, reaching his groin and pausing there, palming himself erotically. His head was thrown back and eyes closed, making Nick want to walk over there and help him out. Shaking his head, Nick knew he had to act fast, do something to sway the crowd to his side, get Lance to watch HIM. He bit his lip and dropped down to his knees, smirking at the people closest to the stage before all out humping the stage, thrusting his hips erotically but making sure that his ass was as high as it could go. Lance's jaw dropped and all movement stopped. He stood there transfixed on Nick unable to tear his eyes

		away from the sight of him grinding against the stage. The look on Nick's face was pure concentration as he bit his lip, and furrowed his brow. Just as Lance began to breathe again, Nick looked up and smirked at him, pleased to see the older man watching him. "Fuck.." Lance whispered, feeling his pants tighten even more. He flashed Nick a smirk of his own and walked towards the waitress who was watching from the side of the stage. Pulling her onto the stage, Lance positioned her behind him and winked at her, grinding back into her. Understanding what Lance was getting at, the waitress began to dance seductively with him, trailing one hand up Lance's back to his neck, pushing him over so that he was bend slightly at the waist, further thrusting his ass out to her. She brought that hand back down and began to massage his lower back, holding his hip in place with the other hand. "Spank me." He moaned, watching Nick watch them with obvious lust and arousal. She laughed, and winked at the crowd, lightly spanking Lance in time with the music. Joey and Howie watched from the balcony, unable to believe just how far this had gone. They had figured that Nick and Lance would go up and be embarrassed all to hell, dancing for a bit before leaving the stage blushing. They never thought that the two would go so far as to practically seduce each other on stage, which is what it looked like from their view point. Howie met Joey's eyes and raised his glass with a smile. Joey raised his beer to clink it with his friend's, and they both took a sip, anxious to see what would unfold next. "Do yo thang, don't be scared, cuz you goin get served You get mine then you goin get yours Bout to make yo ass love it Raise it up, show the g-string hustlin hustlin" Lance let the waitress go back to her original post and hugged her, thanking her for her assistance on stage. The song was almost over, and the crowd was still watching intently, amazed at the show that was put on for them that night. No one would have expected that at this club, they'd be witness to a booty-off by Nick Carter and Lance Bass. At this point Nick was unbelievably turned on and wanted the song to be over. He wanted to get Lance off the stage and ... What? What did he really want? HE had no idea, but before he knew it he'd grabbed Lance around the waist and pulled him in close, moving their hips together. The crowd began to holler uncontrollably, loving the playfulness between the two men. Without thinking, Lance grabbed a hold of Nick's hips tightly and began to grind into him, putting his lips close to Nick's ear. "What are we doing?" "Just play it up... The crowd's loving it..." Nick smirked, winking at the people watching. He slapped Lance's ass playfully causing Lance to thrust harder into him. Lance decided that two people could play this game, so he too looked at everyone watching and wiggled his eyebrows, and began to lower seductively to the music, dancing up and down on Nick's body. As their movements got more seductive and sexual, the song came to an end and they pulled away, breath ragged. They smiled at one another, sharing a knowing look and then focused their attention on the waitress that joined them on stage. They shook hands, as if to say that it had all been in good fun, but that was mostly for the people watching. Neither really wanted anyone else to know how aroused they were. Nick had felt Lance's erection pressed against his own as they grinded together, heard Lance's moans against his cheek, and most of all remembered how his voice sounded as Lance groaned "outside" in his ear before they had pulled apart. "Well everyone.. Now that you've seen those asses in motion... Tell us who's is better? Who's is the hottest? The sexiest? The most fuckable..." The DJ's voice could once again be heard over the music playing, but neither Lance nor Nick was paying attention. The roar of blood flow and racing pulses was loud in their ears. The promise of what was to come was foremost in their minds, and whose ass was hottest had been long forgotten, replaced with the thrill of going outside. Once the decision had been made, and Nick and Lance had been given their celebratory shot, they made their way off of the stage. The crowd was thick and everyone wanted to give them their congratulations, but finally they fought their way through the people to fresh air. Lance felt a strong hand grab his arm and pull him towards the back door, yanking him outside into the cool, crispness of early morning. Before he could react, Lance shoved Nick up against the wall forcefully, covering the taller man's mouth with his own. With a groan, Nick accepted Lance's silent request for access to his mouth, opening his lips just enough for his tongue to slip through. As much as Nick wanted to touch Lance, to feel more of his body, he couldn't. He was paralyzed by the sheer pleasure of Lance's mouth owning his, possessing him. With a bite to Nick's lower lip, and a suck of his tongue, Lance pulled away slightly to catch his breath. Nick's legs had been long since spread open enough to make ro om for Lance's, and they began to rock slowly together, their throbbing erections grinding against the other's legs. Nick steadied himself, trying to control his breathing. He wrapped his arms around Lances waist, cupping the older man's ass in his large hands. With forceful kneading, Nick began to work Lance's flesh in his hands, licking a path down his jaw to his mouth which he took in another passionate kiss. When he pulled away, Nick looked deep into Lance's eyes. "Fuck.. I can't believe that they called it a tie. I mean.. Your ass is so fucking hot...."

		"Are you serious?" Lance asked, his eyes fluttering shut, his forehead resting on Nick's shoulder. Nick's caresses were getting more forceful and they were now grinding against one another bringing themselves closer to orgasm. "When you started to hump the stage I thought I was going to fucking cum right there. You are so fucking sexy... So sweet Nick..." "Oh yeah? You like my ass? You want a piece of my ass?" Nick moaned, whispering into Lance's ear, nipping at his earlobes. Feeling Lance's hold on him loosen, Nick used this advantage to flip the two of them around, pressing Lance tightly against the wall. Blue eyes met green and they both smiled, their lips meeting again in another kiss. Tongues danced, tasting as much of the other as possible, and hands groped frantically, the only thing that could be heard was their moans and the sounds of wet kisses shared. "I want more than a piece of it Nicky." Lance growled, pinching it roughly and laughing when he felt Nick's cock twitch. "You like that Nick? You like the rough stuff?" Nick's head was swimming and he needed release soon. He wanted Lance more than he'd ever remembered wanting anyone before. "Yeah.. God you know it Lance..." Nick took a deep breath before continuing. "What do you wanna do about it Lance? What you gonna do with my ass once you get it?" Lance stopped completely, straightening up against the wall and taking Nick's face in his hands. He brought their faces together so that they were inches apart, the cloudiness gone from his eyes leaving a clarity that told Nick that he was completely serious. "Come home with me and find out." Nick's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed slowly. "Please...." He whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead down to rest on Lances. With a slow, torturous lick from the bottom of Nick's throat, up his chin and ending at his mouth, Lance kissed Nick with everything he had inside of him. "Lets go." He took Nick's hand in his own, making their way down to where his limo was parked and ready to go. They climbed into the back seat, giggling and tangled in one another. With lips bruised from Nick's kisses, Lance informed the driver that he wanted to be taken home and raised the privacy window, to continue what they'd started in the alleyway. In their lust filled haste, neither man noticed two sets of chocolate brown eyes watching with amusement. "I guess I've been left behind." Joey slurred, partly from the alcohol, partly from his laughter. "Did you really want to go home with them? In THAT limo?" Howie questioned, just imagining what was happening in that back-seat at that exact moment. Joey's face indicated that he too was picturing it and then he laughed. "Good point." Howie started to laugh with him, and eventually they were both hysterically laughing, leaning against Howie's limo. "All I have to say is it's about fucking time." Joey exclaimed through chuckles. He wiped the tears from his eyes and took a deep breath. "I know what you mean Joe." Howie replied, motioning for them to get into his car so they could both go home to bed. "If I heard Nick say one more time how hot Lance is, especially his ass..." "Or how much Lance wanted to spank Nick's ass..." "I was going to fucking scream." Both men finished at the same time with a smile and a laugh. Joey leaned over to shake Howie's hand, which was graciously accepted. "Shake ya ass." Howie mumbled sleepily as he leaned back, feeling the car start to move. "Watch yourself.." Joey supplied, closing his eyes.