Masochist – Eminem/JC Chasez, past JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake

*NOTE: This story does not seek to pass judgement whatsoever.  There is a fine line where kink can evolve into abuse.  This is a story about that fine line.

Chapter One

Eminem cursed as he got out of the limo. “Fucking paparazzi. Fucking award shows. Fucking everything.” He ran his hands down his shirt. He looked over at Dre who nudged him forward. Slowly he made his way down the red carpet, answering questions of the reporters, nodding in all the right places. Funny how being a rebel still means fitting between the lines. Running his hands down his face he walked through the front doors of whatever the hell building they were in this time. `Fuck they all run together,’ he sighed. The young girl led him and Dre and the four other large black men to their seats. He slumped down into his seat. He let out another sigh and Dre looked down at him. “Dude, think about it this way: this is research for future albums.”

Em laughed. “Good point, but fuck Dre, I hate these damn things. They’re all fucking rigged anyways.” Dre flicked him in the head and leaned over to talk to the man on the other side of Em. Continue reading

Persistence of a Drunk – Zak/Nick

“Zak, you’re drunk,” Nick whispered, dancing out of the way of roaming fingertips.

Zak mumbled, “I’m not that drunk. Just drunk enough to know that I love you.” He reached for Nick’s hips again, but missed by a mile.

Behind them, Aaron shook his head. “I’ll see you guys later. I’m going to go walk around downtown.”

Nick gave him a desperate look as he watched him walk away. Zak’s fingers looped through his belt loop and Nick relented, pulling him into a dark alley tucked away from the street beside the Hyatt. Zak’s beer tainted lips crashed down hard on his, forcing his head back against the brick wall. He winced into the kiss, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his head. Pulling back, Zak nuzzled against his cheek, “I’m sorry.”


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Payback – Andy/Norman

Norman slammed back his final shot of whiskey, enjoying the burn as the amber liquid made its way down his chest, the warmth entering his bloodstream. The candle flickering in the tiny votive holder on the table swayed in his vision as he held his hand on the glass. Well past drunk, he knew it was time to call it a night. Signaling for the waitress, he pulled out his cell phone, texting Andy, You in bed?

As the long white piece of thin paper hit his table, his phone buzzed with a response. I will be in a few. Are you going to bed tonight?


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Night – Zak/Nick

Nick sat in his car in the driveway white-knuckling the steering wheel, engine humming softly. She just didn’t understand. Throwing the car into reverse, he slammed on the gas, careening out of the driveway, shifted and didn’t even stop for the stop sign at the end of the block. He wasn’t sure where he was going, what he was doing, or hell, where he was even spending the night. Calling friends to stay with them was out of the question. They’d want to know what the fight was about and Nick was just not ready to face up to that aspect of himself yet.

Rounding a corner, the Strip came into view. Destination finally in mind, Nick’s heart started to calm slightly. He pulled up to the first grand hotel he came across and handed the keys to the valet. “Luggage, sir?” he asked.


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Memory – Zak/Nick

Chapter One

Nick slowly opened his eyes. His body hurt; his head throbbed from the one too many glasses of wine the night before. At least he had made it to the bed and gotten his clothes off. He closed his eyes and rolled over, expecting to wrap his arms around the small frame of his wife. Instead, he was met with hard muscle. Panic instantly hit him but Zak smiled in his sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of Nick’s neck and chest.

Nick froze. He ran his hands down Zak’s side and over his naked hip. Zak smiled into Nick’s neck, placing a soft kiss at the base before rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He rolled his shoulders, arching his back, stretching himself out. Nick’s head was foggy and throbbing but he found himself watching the movements of the lines and contours of his body.


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Let Me Show You How to Move – Zak/Nick

Chapter One

Nick watched Zak move to the music, his body glistening with sweat. He wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the club, his dancing, or the amount of alcohol he had drank that night already, or a combination of the three, but he didn’t care. Zak looked up as Nick walked over to him. He outstretched his hand, and, without thinking, Nick took it. He was pulled in close enough to hear Zak say over the music, “Come dance, Nicky!” A nickname that he had never liked that Zak only used when he was drunk, but at this point, Nick was drunk enough himself to let him.


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A Kiss – Zak/Nick, Zak/Billy

Zak sat across from Nick at the small hotel bar, Nick’s cell phone in his hand. He had no words to explain the picture in front of him. There was nothing he could say. I’m sorry even seemed cliché. “Did you sleep with him too, Zak?” Nick asked, his words full of pain.

Zak shook his head. “No.” That was the one solace he had. It had just been a kiss. A very poorly timed, public, kiss. “Who sent this to you?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Continue reading