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It's Kevin month in LJ land, and that means there should be Kevin fic.

Now, I'd love anyone that wrote me Kevin/Chris. Kevin/Chris, hmmmmmmmmm. But my Backstreet OTP is Kevin/Nick for a reason. Oh, all three would be shiny!

Long haired Kevin would be a bonus, shame Chris didn't have the curls the same time as Kevin had that gorgeous long hair. I can easily imagine two lots of dark hair, all twisted with Nick's. Such a delicious contrast.

So yes, Kevin please. Any situation, with any of those people mentioned above. And now I go before the request reaches ficlet length.

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Nick hadn't meant to see. He certainly hadn't meant to watch, but he hadn't had time to think before the image of Kevin's long lean body arching under Chris's tongue had been burnt into his brain. Burning hot, and then etched in with the acid of jealousy.

It had been bad enough that Kevin had finally trusted him with the knowledge that he – Kevin – wasn't entirely straight, but that he didn't think of Nick that way. As far as Nick was concerned that actually sucked more than when he thought that he didn't have a chance with Kevin because Kevin didn't do guys. For weeks now he'd been dealing with the fact that it wasn't that Kevin didn't do guys, it was that Kevin didn't do him. Didn't want him that way.

And he'd done okay with that. Really. It was okay. Kevin deserved better than Nick, and Kevin had known Nick since he was a kid, and Nick could get that – it would be weird for Kevin the same way it was still weird to Nick that Aaron had girlfriends.

But Chris?

Nick's world view had tilted at the same time he'd been drinking in the details – the angle of Chris's head, the way Kevin's muscles stood out, where he as arching and fisting his hands in the sheets, Chris's skin pale against Kevin's tan, except where Chris's hand was tan against the skin of Kevin's hip bone, where his swim shorts left a line.

Chris Kirkpatrick?

Kevin and Chris Kirkpatrick?

Chris just didn't seem the type. He seemed – well – crazy and loud and annoying and short, and kind of dumpy. He seemed like he was in this other band that Kevin had been bitching about for the whole entire time Nick had known him, pretty much.

And yet there they were.

Kevin panting and moaning and yelping that he was about to come, with Chris Kirkpatrick between his thighs, butt-naked and hard, slurping down Kevin's cock with obvious relish.

And then Kevin had been coming, all tense muscles and breathless sounds, and that was exactly as hot as Nick had always imagined, and he was never, ever, going to be able to jerk off thinking about that again, because if he did he'd only end up thinking of Chris Kirkpatrick lifting his head up, one hand wrapped around Kevin's frankly magnificent cock, and turning around to tell Nick to shut the fucking door already.

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turps33.livejournal.com

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I love you. So very very much.

Just, Chris's skin pale against Kevin's tan, except where Chris's hand was tan against the skin of Kevin's hip bone, where his swim shorts left a line.

That visual may never leave my head.

Thank you! *smooch*

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ephemera-pop.livejournal.com

I love you enough that I wasn't even mean to Kevin! (I was being mean to Nick, I admit, but he's pretty when he cries ....)
I'm really glad you enjoyed it, hon.

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bubbleforest.livejournal.com

...Oh my goodness. That was so hot, and yet it hurt. OW. And I'm totally with Terri; that visual of the tan line is just ... yum. But, wow, the very last line seriously packs a punch. Ow. :(

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ephemera-pop.livejournal.com

thank you! (although in fairness to this!Chris, he didn't specifiy which side of the door Nick should be on ... that is blatent straw-clutching isn't it? I can admit it.)