Show Me

Title: Show Me
Author:Jules
Part:1/1
Rating:NC-17
Feedback:Is always welcome - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com
Pairing:Nick/Joey
Warning: Slash warning. Bigroupal warning.
Disclaimer: The nice men with the white jackets tell me that this isn't true. That I'm making it up. But I'll let YOU decide for yourself whether it's truth or fiction!!
Notes:I've never seen Rent. Never been to a Broadway show so I'm not entirely up to par on what happens and all that stuff. So just bear with me and activate your willing suspicion of disbelief. Muchly appreciated.
Dedication: To Christine for the clip that inspired this. To Ei who loves Joey as much (probably more!!) as I do and knows that nsync's the shit!! To Andrea who's always telling me I'm awesome (sometimes a girl just needs that!! lmao) and understands that I'm completely insane but still wants to play with me! To Lynz for being fucking awesome! The chickz at my group who read everything I write even if it is about someone they hate! But most of all to Flamo Mickey who sat by my computer and supervised this whole operation! It was with his guidance and support that it got finished and even with those yellow flip flops and man purse, I love him dearly! And yes, I've officially lost my mind! But it's all good! Thanks for reading.
Show Me
by Jules
He was unsure of what brought him to New York. Why he'd up and moved across the country, buying a condo in the busy downtown streets of the city that never sleeps. If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to entirely pinpoint what that reason was. But he's 95 percent sure that it's Joey Fatone. That Joey was the reason he was currently waiting on a packed subway platform thankful that no one bothered to pay him any attention, realizing who he was. Nick Carter. Ex Backstreet Boy.
The strangest part of it was that Joey was the reason he'd moved to New York, but the brunette had no idea he was there. Nick hadn't gathered the courage to contact him yet. A month and a half had passed by since he'd signed the papers, making the spacious condo his, bringing his residence count to three. He had a house in New York, a house in LA and now a condo in New York. Suspiciously similar to one Mr. Fatone, who Nick was carefully avoiding admitting he was interested in. Infatuated with. In love with. Well perhaps it wasn't love, Nick could honestly say that he'd been in love only one time before and it had ended badly. Frighteningly bad, and so he wasn't all that interested in tagging that name to his feelings for the older man. Because if Nick was completely honest with himself, he genuinely liked Joey. As a performer and a person, and on some occasions as a friend. They understood each other, and even though they had only spoken a handful of times, Nick liked him as a person, aside from the huge crush he had on him. So Nick didn't want to fuck that quasi friendship up on something he wasn't sure was love.
The ride was short and uneventful, something else Nick was thankful for. It wasn't very often that he was afforded a quiet ride anywhere and if it wasn't people recognizing him, it was just people fighting amongst themselves, causing trouble or something else so simple but brought to an explosive head. Checking his watch, Nick picked up his pace, not wanting to be late. He liked to arrive at the theatre with enough time to settle in and prepare himself. He'd lost count of how many times he'd seen Rent since it opened, figuring that the number was at least 30, if not more.
Despite the heat, he'd worn slacks, a shirt and a tie. He always did, just in case he ran into Joey or someone who they both might know, who could possibly tell Joey he'd been there. The last thing Nick wanted was Joey finding out he'd been there, and on top of that, looked like a piece of shit. So knowing that he would be roasting, sweating up a storm, Nick straightened his tie and shirt, gave the man his ticket and slipped to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up a little. When he was finished, he found his seat and settled in nodding politely to the people around him. He received nods in return and they sat back, waiting for the lights to dim.
The first half was amazing as always and Nick's eyes were constantly riveted to Joey. When he wasn't on the stage, Nick forced himself to focus on the other characters, counting the minutes until he knew Joey would be back. He knew the entire score to the show, had even bought the CD so he could listen to it at home. Of course, that version didn't have Joey as Mark, it was someone else, but Nick didn't care. Joey's voice was so loud in his head, so strong in his mind that he could still hear him singing instead of the actor on the disc. As Joey laid into strong vocals, Nick never ceased to wonder why he hadn't sang more with the group. Justin

and JC were the strongest vocally, that wasn't the issue, but they couldn't deny that Joey had a beautiful voice. The first time Nick had *really* heard it was when he'd gone to see On The Line, and heard him singing the cheesy rock music, but also the ballad that had his pulse racing. He'd gone home that night, downloaded as much of the soundtrack as he could, wanting Joey's solo song to listen to as frequently as he'd liked.
The lights brightened and Nick knew it was intermission. Rather than attempt the bathrooms or concession stand, he opted to simply stay put and wait for the second half to start. He had 20 minutes and stretched out, opening the programme to the page where Joey's bio was located, his smiling face looking up at him. The page was glossy under his fingers as Nick ran them over the picture, wondering how it would feel in person. How Joey's skin would feel against his. He was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed anyone approach.
"Mr. Carter?" The kid asked, causing Nick to start.
"Yes?" Nick looked up and saw an usher looking at him, anxious look on his face. He looked about 16 and frightened. "Can I help you?"
"I was told to find you and give you this." An envelope was thrust out for him to take, hands slightly shaking. Nick smiled and accepted the envelope.
"Who is this from?"
The teen blushed. "I'm not to tell you that. They said to just open the envelope and follow the instructions."
Nick nodded and the usher scurried away. 'Nick Carter' was scrawled on the front of the envelope in a handwriting he didn't recognize. His first thought was of who knew he was there. How they would possibly know he was there. He hadn't told anyone about this obsession, of his constant trips to see the show, unsure of how people would react. Not that he was hiding his sexuality, because he wasn't. The people who needed to know knew, and that's all that mattered to him. But he was sure that they wouldn't let him live this down. This school girl crush that he had. That same crush who had him buying as many seats to Rent that he possibly could for the 6 month duration that Joey was performing. He had turned into the groupies that they made fun of on so many nights, and for that reason, Nick hadn't told anyone. But someone had to know. Because here he was, with an envelope addressed directly to him. Sighing, he figured that the only way to find out what it was, was to open it.
'Nick,
I'm starting to get offended. You come to see the show 34 times and still no word from you. No note passed through security to say 'Great Job Joe', no message on my machine, (and I know you have my number) telling me that you thought the show fucking rocked. Not even an e-mail (and yes, I know you have that info too) telling me why the hell you've been to the show 34 times in the past month and a half. I mean, I can take a lot, but I'm starting to really get upset. *wink*
But seriously. I know you've been here, people recognize you and people talk. And I figure that you must like the show if you keep coming back, so that brings me to the next question, why? Why come so many times only to leave immediately after the show, without even saying hello? We both know that you would have no problem getting backstage, I'm sure that backstage Broadway is nothing compared to the places you've been able to talk yourself into. So with that said, I've left your name down with the guard at the Actor's Entrance. If you want, come down about a half hour after the curtain falls and tell him who you are and that I sent you. Like I said, only if you want.... The choice is yours.
Joey'
His heart began to race, his palms sweat. Joey knew he'd been there. And, well that answered one question, 34. He'd seen the show 34 times. Of course he'd saved the tickets, pasted them all in a private scrapbook he kept, but he hadn't wanted to count them. Not knowing made him feel a bit better about the whole 'stalking' issue.
But now he'd been invited backstage. By Joey. As the lights dimmed again and the show resumed, Nick found it hard to concentrate. His mind had already forwarded to after the show, of what would happen when he got back there and was face to face with him. There was no choice to make, he was going. Never any doubt in his mind of what he would do. Now just to wait until the show was over so he could make his way backstage.
He tapped his watch, making sure it was still working. It was, just slowly. Every minute passed felt like 10 and Nick shifted in his seat again, trying to patiently wait out the 30 minutes he was told to give Joey. Probably to shower and change. Nick understood, but it didn't make the waiting any easier. For what could possibly have been the first time, he understood why the fans were so antsy when they emerged from the venues. It was pure torture waiting to see that person, wanting to just get a glimpse or few seconds to talk to them. Frankly, being on this side of things sucked. The alarm on his watch sounded and Nick shot out of his seat. 30

minutes was up. As hard as he tried to keep his pace slow, his demeanor calm, Nick was nervous. Nervous and embarrassed. He approached the guard and informed him of who he was. "Nick Carter. Joey Fatone said that he left my name here."
The guard looked down at his sheet of paper, smiling when he found Nick's name. "Of course Mr. Carter. Nice to meet you."
Nick smiled back at the man, nodding his head. "Thank you."
"My daughters just love you guys." Nick watched him look over his shoulders and lean in. "And between you and me, thought that it was blasphemous that I was working with the enemy." He nodded towards the backstage and Nick knew he was referring to Joey, the enemy being NSYNC. He couldn't hold back his laughter at that, causing the guard to laugh as well.
"Yeah I hear that." Nick said when his laughter subsided. "Who's her favourite?" He questioned, curious.
"One loves AJ. The other Brian." He said almost apologetically, shrugging.
"Oh really." Nick pretended to think. "I'd have to say mine's Kevin. Or that hot blonde ...the young one. Kid's got a lot of talent, ya know?" Both men began to laugh again and Nick patted him on the shoulder. Next time I'm in I'll bring you something to give them. I don't have anything with me, but I'm sure I can get something from the guys sent in for ya. Well for them."
"That would be great Mr. Carter." The guard smiled, nodding his head.
"Oh god. Nick. Don't start calling me Mr. Carter. I'm 22.. I'm so not a Mr. Yet."
The conversation with the guard relaxed him a little and Nick found his way to a dressing room, "Joey Fatone" written to identify it. Knocking, Nick waited anxiously for the door to open.
"Come on in." He heard, muffled through the door. This was it, the moment of truth. A turn of the knob and just enough pressure on the door and it was open, Nick stepping in to find Joey pulling on a sweatshirt over jeans and a tee shirt. Their eyes met and Nick blushed, Joey smiled.
"Hey. I wanted." Nick said, referring to Joey saying to come down if he wanted.
"Hey. Good." Joey replied, crossing the small room to stand before Nick. They stood, looking at one another for a few minutes until both men extended hands to shake. Joey pulled Nick in for a half hug and instinctively, Nick inhaled the spicy scent of Joey's cologne and after shave. He smelled absolutely delicious and Nick instantly remembered how he'd come to be down there. Joey's smile was still warm and inviting making Nick fall even harder for him. "So... How have you been?"
Nick nodded and blushed a little more. "Pretty good. You know...."
"Yeah." As if sensing the discomfort in the room, Joey grabbed his bag and nodded towards the door. "You maybe wanna get out of here. Go and get something to eat? I'm starved."
He'd gone completely mute, reduced to nodding and following Joey out the door.
"Good. Then you can tell me why the fuck you spent all that money on tickets when all you had to do was ask and I'd get you in for free."
It was all he could think of on the short walk to the restaurant that Joey said he was craving. "You like Chinese?"
Nick nodded.
"Good. Because it's been forever and this place has the best chicken balls and lo mien." They continued to the restaurant in silence, sneaking glances shared between the two of them. When they ordered and their drinks came, Joey sat back and studied Nick closely. It made him feel awkward and uncomfortable, but it gave him a chance to study the older man full on. It was as though they were sizing each other up, except that Nick wasn't doing that more so than just watching Joey watch him. He wondered if anyone's eyes were as beautiful as Joey's, the brown perfect, all warm and comforting. His hair was cut shorter and Nick figured that he liked it. It suited him, made him look not so boybandish. Not that he had a problem with Joey looking boybandish, but it separated him from the media image. Nick thought maybe that was Joey's point in cutting it.
"So ...what brings you to New York?" Joey's voice is soft and probing and Nick speaks before he can think about the repercussions.

"You."
They have matching expressions of shock on their faces. It's the first time that Nick has vocally admitted that fact, that he was in New York strictly because of Joey. Joey is surprised that Nick is just that honest about it. He'd heard shit from Chris who'd been talking to AJ through JC, but it was all hearsay at this point and no one was clear about anything except that Nick was in New York and he was the supposed reason why.
Nick's mind was backtracking, wondering how he could get himself out of this. He watched as the look of shock turned into a smile on Joey's face and as they were both about to say something, their egg rolls arrived followed shortly by their meals.
Both men were oddly relieved at the arrival of their food. It put off the inevitable discussion that they were forced to have now that Nick was practically admitting what he wanted. Who he wanted. They ate at a leisurely pace, talking about everything and anything they could think of. Nick asked questions about Lance in space, wondering what Joey thought about it and how the group was coping with it. Joey asked about AJ's rehab and upcoming nuptials, both men agreeing that it had been a while since they'd seen AJ so happy, but were wondering if it were still too soon. It was one of the most relaxed and entertaining meals Nick could remember having in quite some time, and tried to avoid getting to used to it.
As they paid the bill and decided to walk for a bit, Joey stopped and turned to face Nick. "34 times Nick. 34 fucking times and you never said anything once. What the hell is that?"
He was speechless and it was then that Nick realized he *really* didn't know why he hadn't said anything. Done anything. It's not like it would have been that awkward, just ....weird. "I don't know. Didn't think how it would look to you I guess. I just ...."
"...." Joey moved to speak, opening his mouth only to close it again. "Did you even like the show?"
"Fuck Joe. You're amazing out there. You're doing it and you're fucking unbelievable." The wonder was clear in Nick's eyes, the pride in his voice. "And I don't know what I can say to make you understand just how great you are. How completely awe struck you've made me."
Nick stopped and realized that Joey was directly in front of him, their faces inches apart. Joey was studying his face and he shivered under the scrutinizing glare. "You knew? That I was there?"
"The whole time. You were there opening night." Joey didn't move closer, but he didn't move away. He continued by telling Nick the exact seat location he'd been sitting in, shocking Nick completely. "I figured that you didn't want anyone to know you were there, so I didn't say anything. But then they'd tell me almost every other night that you were there in the audience, at the show and I wondered why you hadn't come backstage, why you hadn't said anything. And then Chris said you'd been asking around for my number and I told him to make sure you got it. But you never called. So I waited. But tonight I had had enough and figured fuck it, I'm not waiting anymore. I'd written the letter after the last time you were there and just left the number of shows blank. I filled it in as soon as someone told me you were there tonight and had Ivan bring you the letter."
They stood in the middle of the sidewalk, neither man moving nor saying anything. It was as if both were trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Finally Joey spoke.
"Then show me."
"Show you what?"
"You said that you didn't know what you could say to make me understand how great I am, how awe struck you are. If you don't have the words, then show me."
The invitation was lingering in the air and Nick wasn't even sure that was what it was. An invitation. A proposition. A breath was caught in his throat and he blinked slowly, calming his nerves. When his eyes opened he was surprised to see Joey's face even closer now, his hands cupping his face. "Please Nick. I want you to show me." Nick could feel Joey's breath on his cheek and he shivered.
"Okay."
Joey lived closer so it was understood they would go there. The walk was barely 15 minutes and nothing was said between the two men. When they reached Joey's condo, Nick entered and felt instantly at home. It was modest but comfortable. Very homey and he could see Joey in the decor. As if he could read Nick's mind, Joey spoke. "I decorated it myself. Just went shopping one weekend and bought what I liked, what I wanted. I figure that I'm the one living here, why should I let some stranger decorate my house."
Nick smiled. "I did the same thing. Not here, but in LA. Here the place came furnished and then AJ was down the next weekend setting me up. But in LA, I found what I wanted the house to have in it and did it all myself."

The two men looked at each other with a mutual respect they hadn't expected. It was amazing how something so trivial as picking out their own furniture and appliances connected them to one another. Their eyes hadn't left each other since they'd entered the condo and the air was electric between them. "So you're ...." Nick asked wanting to make sure he'd read the signs correctly. The last thing he needed was to make an ass of himself in front of the person he'd been crushing for months.
"Kinda ...yeah." Joey replied blushing and looking down. Nick thought that Joey blushing was sexy as hell and wanted to throw him against the wall and see how hot the rest of him looked flushed and pink. "Thought you knew ...thought everyone knew."
Nick shook his head. He'd have definitely remembered knowing that. "No clue man. Timberlake maybe ...Lance definitely. You? Not so much."
Joey laughed and walked towards Nick. "If you can believe it, Lance is actually straight." When Nick raised his eyebrows Joey nodded. "No fucking joke man. Shocked the hell out of me too one night in Germany when I tried to seduce him. It was a messy messy situation let me tell you." Their laughter eased the mood and Joey began to lead Nick throughout the condo, making their way to his bedroom. "Justin ...well he's bi. Chris is straight and JC ...well we're not entirely sure about him. You?"
"Kevin and AJ, bi. Brian and Howie straight. If you can believe that Howie is straight ...." Joey nodded because he understood. It was the same with Lance. They were the ones that were automatically assumed as flaming gay, but were the straight ones. "Me?" Nick flashed Joey a seductive smirk. "I seem to have this hunger for hot Italians that can sing and dance."
Joey's mouth was hot and wet on Nick's, his tongue pressing past teeth to lick and taste Nick's mouth. It was fast and intense, Joey pulling away as quickly as he moved in. "Good thing for me then huh?" Nick's response was a growl that sounded oddly like a giggle as he pulled Joey in again, this time him taking control of the kiss. It was something he'd wanted for so long, but realized was nothing like the fantasy he'd conjured up. He never thought Joey would taste as good as he did, that he would feel so fucking great pressed against his chest. Nick trembled as he felt the faint roughness of stubble on his cheek and chin, the feeling absolute heaven.
Hands were grasping at clothing and it wasn't long before Nick found himself half naked, with his pants around his ankles. His erection was pressing urgently against the fabric of his boxer briefs and if you looked closely, a faint wet mark could be detected from where the pre cum escaped. "Too much clothes..." He moaned, before kicking his jeans off and dropping to his knees, licking and sucking Joey's stomach. The moans that were resulting were music to Nick's ears and he paused to raise his hands, unbuckling Joey's belt and fumbling to release the button and zipper of his jeans. When he finally got the denim down around Joey's ankles, Nick found himself face to face with a cloth covered erection he'd spent many a night thinking about. He wanted to taste it. Feel it. Make Joey scream as he played with it. His hands were on the older man's thighs, gripping the muscle tightly as he mouthed Joey's cock through his briefs. The taste of pre cum mixed with cloth danced on his tongue and Nick moaned, nuzzling his face further into the heat that was Joey.
Fingers were tight in his hair, and Joey's hips were thrusting against his face, but Nick didn't care. It was exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to be, and he prayed to god that this wasn't some cruel joke where Joey, at the pivotal moment, changed his mind and sent him packing. Nick wasn't sure what he would do if that happened, but he knew that it wouldn't be pretty. It wasn't long before the fingers tightened in his hair and tugged up, moving his attention from Joey's cock to his face.
"Nick.. Not like that... Bed ...fuck..." Joey's breath was coming out in gasps, his words broken. Nick wasn't sure he'd ever seen him look that sexy before, even when they'd been at some club in Tampa at the same time and Nick had watched him on the dance floor, grinding all dirty with some busty blonde on the dance floor. Joey had looked pretty fucking hot then, his face concentrating, hips thrusting, but that was nothing even remotely close to the look of pure lust on his face right now. And the fact that it was for Nick and Nick alone, well that was enough to make nearly cum on impact.
Joey grabbed onto Nick's underwear and pulled down, causing Nick to stumble from surprise. He caught a low groan come from the older man and Nick turned around, flashing him a sexy smirk. Within seconds the offensive clothing was kicked across the room and Nick was standing there, gloriously nude and watching Joey's reaction. He felt himself harden further at the raw hunger etched in Joey's gaze, the heat nearly suffocating. Joey's briefs were off in record time as well and both men lurched for the bed, instantly fused together as they landed. In between kisses, Joey's hands found every inch of Nick they could possibly reach, caressing and stroking the soft skin tenderly.
"Top or bottom?" Nick grunted, thrusting up against Joey's hips. Their erections were rubbing together furiously and Nick wasn't sure if he was going to cum or pass out, both options curiously close to happening.
"Fuck Nick... Touch me like that and I'll do whatever the fuck you want..."

Nick's laugh was low and throaty, causing Joey to shiver and smirk. They rolled so that Nick was on top, leaning heavily on his elbows which were placed on either side of Joey's head. He leaned down for a kiss, licking a path down Joey's stubbly jaw. He made his way up to the brunette's ear and growled playfully. "Do you like this Joey? Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Joey's response wasn't more than a moany 'Oh FUCK' as his toes curled and his legs wrapped around Nick's. "Yeah.... So fucking good..."
"How long? How long have you wanted this?" It sounded as if he was being coy, but Nick genuinely wanted to know. He needed to know that this wasn't happening because Joey was horny and Nick was convenient. As Joey's eyes met Nick's a million emotions passed between them.
"Since I found out you were in town. Wanted ...hoped you were here for me... Always thought you were hot as fuck but never thought you weren't straight..."
Nick stopped all movement to look down at Joey seriously. "Really? You always thought I was hot?"
"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
Nick beamed, leaning down to cover Joey's mouth in a thorough kiss, making sure they both felt it all the way down to their toes. He pulled away when they were gasping for air, eyes blurry from desire. "Thought you didn't even know I was alive ...was afraid that you wouldn't be interested..."
"I was always interested, but didn't know until Chris said you'd been asking about me that you were gay. And then I waited, but there was nothing so I thought maybe you just really liked the play." They laughed, grinding together seductively.
"I had no idea what to say... How to tell you that I think you're one of the most amazing men I've ever met. That you're absolutely beautiful and when you're on that stage I can't see or hear anything except for you..."
"Thank you Nick. That means more to me than I think you'll ever know."
They began another kiss, this one slower than the ones previous. They tasted and teased one another until finally both were writhing on the bed, moans loud and whimpers pleading.
"Want you..." Nick moaned, reaching in between them to stroke Joey's erection that was trapped between them.
"Want you too.. Want to feel you inside of me."
Nick groaned, closing his eyes. "Oh shit.. Fuck do I want that too... Are you sure?"
"Please.. I need it." Joey reached into his night stand and pulled out a condom and packet of lubrication, handing them both to Nick. "Next time if you want, I'll fuck you. But right now I just really need you inside me. Fucking me."
He was on his knees instantly, stroking himself in preparation of fulfilling Joey's request. The condom was rolled expertly over his erection, lube used to make his entrance smoother and less painful. Nick used one finger to stretch Joey and felt the tight heat surround the digit. He saw the expression on Joey's face and forced himself to slow down and enjoy the moment. One finger turned into two which was then three and before long, Joey was thrusting his hips down on Nick's hand, riding it steadily. As sexy as that was, Nick didn't want it to end like that. He wanted to feel Joey come apart around him, feel his body shake and shudder from the pleasure that Nick was bringing him. He pulled his hand away and leaned in, kissing the moan of disappointment away.
"You ready Joe?" Nick murmured, losing himself in Joey's kiss.
"Please."
Nick placed himself at Joey's tight pucker, positioning his legs over his shoulders. He was sure that he'd never forget the sight of Joey spread out before him, his eyes hazy with lust, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. It was absofuckinglutely beautiful and if he could, Nick would have taken a picture of it. But there were other things that needed attending to, and with a slight push, Nick had forgotten all but his name. Joey was tighter and hotter than anything he'd ever experienced before, and although he'd topped on many occasions, it had been nothing compared to what he was feeling now. The pain on Joey's face, the sound of his grunts was registering with Nick, but he couldn't stop now and judging from the incoherent words spewing from Joey's clenched mouth, he was sure the older man didn't want him to stop anyways. It wasn't until he was balls deep, their bodies pressed tightly together that Nick stopped and fully allowed himself to breathe.

"Christ Nick. How fucking big is that thing anyways?" Joey whined, shifting his hips to adjust to Nick's size. That small movement brought forth a blinding jolt of electricity for Nick, and a violent twitch of his own cock and Joey had to fight not to cum and embarrass himself. The last thing he wanted was for Nick to think he was a quick shot. Nick chuckled once his own breathing had been put under control and they both fought against how fucking good the slight movement felt.
"You like it Joey? You want me to move?" Nick asked, leaning down to kiss him, letting his tongue tease Joey's. Nick felt him nod into the kiss and they both smiled as Nick pulled out only to slam back in forcefully. Their eyes locked on one another and thus it began, both working to
be the one to break the other. They both wanted the bragging rights to say that the other had came first, that they were just that fucking good they couldn't hold on any longer. It was hot, sweaty and quite possibly one of the most phenomenal experiences that either of them had ever known. They weren't sure when it changed, but underlying the sexual tension, the want and desperation was tenderness. Nick's hand moved from Joey's face where he'd previously been stroking his jaw to his erection, grasping the throbbing organ in his hand and starting to jerk him. Joey's hands were locked firmly on Nick's thighs, his ankles locked behind Nick's neck and in a breathy moan, he spoke. "Please..kiss me Nicky.."
"You okay baby?" Nick asked, pressing their lips together lightly. Joey's face softened at the endearment and Nick felt a rush of something he couldn't name flow through his body.
"Fucking amazing Nicky..." Joey responded before capturing Nick's tongue between his lips and sucking on it. He was close. They both were and he knew it wouldn't take much for them to sail over the edge.
"Cum for me baby... Want to see you cum for me..." Nick pumped Joey's shaft a little harder and felt his cock slam into his prostate, triggering Joey's orgasm. As Nick watched Joey's face contort into a mask of pure pleasure that could almost be construed as pain, his anal walls clenched, gripping Nick tighter than before, milking his long overdue orgasm from him as well.
"Oh Jesus." Joey screamed, riding out his orgasm and feeling Nick continue to thrust inside of him, slamming directly into his swollen prostate every time. As he felt Nick explode inside of him, a strangled moan escaping his lips, Joey felt himself explode again, cumming a second time. Nick was clearly shocked, his mouth open into an 'O', his eyes wide as Joey writhed uncontrollably underneath him. When they finally stopped, their bodies collapsing from exhaustion, Nick rolled slightly so that he wouldn't crush Joey. He let the older man's legs drop from his shoulder, a sense of loss overwhelming him as he pulled out, separating the two once again. Nick found that as he tried to move off of Joey, a pair of strong arms were holding him tight, not allowing him to move.
"Don't. Please." It was so soft Nick wasn't sure he'd heard him or imagined it. Looking up into Joey's chocolatey brown eyes he realized that he'd actually spoken, not wanting Nick to move.
"I don't want to hurt you." Nick whispered back, resting his face in the hollow of Joey's neck, licking at the sweat that had gathered there. It was tangy and salty and Nick wondered if he'd ever tasted anything more sweet or delicious in his life.
"Then don't move." Their eyes locked and Nick understood what Joey was saying. He felt himself blush and Joey pulled him up, engaging him in a sweet kiss. It was closed mouthed but still both men felt it throughout their entire bodies.
When the kiss ended, Nick lowered himself back down so that he was resting on Joey's chest, their fingers entwined together and hearts beating in sync with one another. Both could feel something in the air between them. They lay together in silence for what seemed like forever, one of Joey's hands on Nick's back, tracing invisible patterns on his skin. "So are we gonna ...?" Nick asked, tightening his hold on the older man.
"Do you want to? Because I want to.."
Nick jolted up and his eyes locked with Joey's. "I want to. Oh god do I want to. I just wanted to know if you wanted to."
Their mouths met in a searching kiss, questions asked and answers given until they were forced apart by the need for oxygen. Nick could feel Joey getting hard against his thigh, his own dick reacting to Joey's attention.
"So, we're going to try this?" Joey asked, wanting to clarify their decision. Needing to know that Nick was as gung ho about them as he was. Granted, he'd said he moved to New York for him, which was curiously similar to the plot of Felicity and wondered if Nick was Felicity and he was Ben, who the hell Noel was supposed to be and what that ultimately meant for the two of them since Felicity and Noel had been together long before she and Ben realized they were perfect for each other. He focused his attention back to Nick and saw a pair of

blue eyes watching him, full of amusement.
"You back? You were gone for a bit there!" Nick teased, kissing and sucking at Joey's neck and collar, making him shiver. He hadn't realized that his collarbone was such a hot spot for him, but Nick's tongue licking and playing with the skin there was making him fucking horny as hell and as tired as he was, Joey was thinking that he'd need to go another round before being able to fall asleep.
"Sorry. Had a moment." He replied, smiling. He figured the only way to get Nick to stop with the tongue on his collar was to occupy it with something else. He opted for his own tongue and once again kissed Nick, rolling them so that they were both on their sides, pressed tight against one another. "So... We're going to try this?" He repeated, crinkling his nose when he saw Nick blush and nod, a shy smile gracing those plush lips
"Yeah. I definitely want to try this." Nick cuddled as close to Joey as he could get without physically becoming a part of him and crawling right into his skin with him. It elicited a contented groan from Joey. It was hard to believe that he hadn't always been this happy, this content.
It still wasn't entirely clear why it was he came to New York. Some might have argued that it was because things were too suffocating for him in Tampa. He couldn't go anywhere without there being a big scene. Others might have said that he was looking to work on his solo career, wanting a fresh East Coast sound. Some might even say that he was just out there to find himself, starting with New York and eventually moving around until he settled somewhere. But Nick was certain that none of those reasons were the real reason, because he was 100% sure that the reason he up and bought a condo in the busy downtown streets of the city that never sleeps was Joey Fatone. Joey was the reason he'd been to 34 performances of Rent, another 40 odd tickets bought, all charged to his American Express Gold Card. Joey was most definitely the reason that he was happier than he could ever remember being. And as Nick listened to the low snores fill the spacious room, he knew that when Joey's stint on Broadway eventually came to an end, and he packed up to move on, do something else somewhere else, Nick would be on the next flight down, looking into real estate and a new life. A new life with the person he was afraid to admit he was falling in love with, but wanted with a passion he'd never known before.
Finis