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by Shine

Kevin leaned sideways on Brian's shoulder and closed his eyes. Just for a minute. Just until they got to the hotel. It was freezing outside, but the bus air conditioning was going full-blast, and the icy stream felt amazing on his flushed face.

"Kevin," Brian whispered, and Kevin wanted to ignore him. He really, really wanted to. "Kevin, we're here."

"Mmm." Kevin pried his eyes open, feeling gritty and wrung-out. "Okay. Nick? AJ?"

Nick was almost passed out. AJ was blinking and stumbling. Howie, damn him, barely looked tired. He never did, until he collapsed of exhaustion, but it was a nice illusion. Brian, when Kevin hauled himself upright and squinted at him, looked pale and drawn.

"Keys," he mumbled, and stretched awkwardly. Something cracked loudly in his back, and Brian winced away.

"I got 'em," Howie said reassuringly. "Everyone but yours, you're sharing tonight," and Kevin grimaced. This leg of the Backstreet tour happened to match some promotional-appearance junket Nsync was on, and whoever ran budgets over at TransCon had decided that it was cheaper to house one group of ten than two groups of five. One hallway, one set of bodyguards on night-watch, one resturaunt to comp their meals. And only five rooms.

Tonight, it seemed, was his lucky fucking night.

"Great," he muttered, as the bus ground to a stop and the door slid open with a hydraulic sigh. Howie gave him a sympathetic look, but no one offered to switch and Kevin didn't really expect them to. Nsync seemed cool and all, but they weren't Backstreet. He grabbed his backpack and stumbled down the stairs, feeling decades older than twenty-six.

Some lady in a suit was waiting for them; her nametag read Gretchen Laengst. "This way, please," she was saying, herding them with quick efficiency in the back entrance and towards the service elevator. Kevin reflected that not many people could say they'd been in a dozen of the best hotels in Europe and never once seen the lobby. He shuffled past Nick, who was trying his best to fall asleep on Brian's head and leaned against the wall.

"Twelve," Gretchen announced, and led them out onto the floor. "Twelve-twenty eight, twelve twenty-nine, twelve-thirty," she added, pointing to rooms. "Twelve-thirty, with Nsync, yes?" Kevin stepped forward, and she pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Inside it looked dark and still, and Kevin hoped he'd gotten JC, who seemed like the quiet type. "Good night," she said softly, and turned to leave.

Brian and Nick were already out of sight. Kevin nodded goodnight to Howie as the door shut behind him and AJ, and gingerly crossed the threshhold of twelve-thirty.

It was almost pitch-black inside. The nightlight in the bathroom showed three suitcases on the floor, two of them open, spilling clothes onto the carpet. A dark shape snored in the far bed, but the near one looked relatively untouched. Kevin dropped his satchel on the floor with a muted thump and dug out his shaving kit, then carefully felt his way into the bathroom and shut the door. When he turned on the light, he nearly blinded himself.

He was feeling his way back out to his bed when someone touched his shoulder.

"Fucking shit!" he yelped, throwing himself to one side. "Holy fuck!" he stared at the shadow next to him, pale face just visible. Too short to be JC, Kevin thought dazedly. Had to be Chris. "Chris?" He wasn't scared, he wasn't. He was just tired. And startled. And Chris didn't make much sound.

"Sorry," Chris whispered, and Kevin wasn't sure why. They were the only two people there. "Look, that bed's broken. I sat on it this evening and two legs collapsed, they were supposed to fix it but they didn't." Chris sounded genuinely sorry, and Kevin banged his head against the wall. "I wanted to tell you before you got in."

"Fuck," Kevin groaned, and Chris sighed.

"Come on," and suddenly Kevin was being tugged forward.

"What--" he started, but Chris ignored him. Kevin let himself be towed, and found himself standing at the foot of Chris's bed. One side was a mess, but the other side was still tucked in.

"Get in," Chris told him, and climbed in. "We'll share. Don't worry, your virtue's safe with me," he added when Kevin hesitated. Kevin snorted at that and edged around to the other side. It was still pretty dark. He got in carefully, making sure not to touch Chris by accidently, and stared at the ceiling when he finally settled. He hated sleeping with people. He never knew where to put his arms.

"Relax," Chris muttered. "Go to sleep." And Kevin should, he knew he should, but he couldn't. It was too weird, or maybe he was too tired, but he shifted restlessly and turned his head to stare at the imposing darkness of the drapes. Chris was a warm heavy presence on the other side of the bed, impossible to ignore.

"You're not going to go to sleep, are you," Chris said half an hour later, and Kevin started. He hadn't realized Chris was still awake. He felt a little bad. From what he knew of their schedule, Nsync worked as hard as they did. Chris probably needed the sleep too. He couldn't imagine being more tired than this, but whatever he tried, sleep resolutely would not come. He closed his eyes in weariness. Insomnia, he did not need.

"Motherfuck," Chris said eventually, resignedly. "Look, hold still, okay?"
The first touch to his stomach almost made Chris fall out of the bed. "What," he gasped in shock, and Chris's hand fumbled downwards and pressed against his cock. "Chris, what--stop, stop it," he forced out, and Chris was rubbing him now, nothing fancy, just steady pressure with the palm of his hand. "Stop," Kevin groaned, and bucked up slightly. All of it, the post-show adrenaline, the uneasiness, the exhaustion, it all seemed to coil and sizzle in his gut, and when Chris twisted his hand around and did something with his thumb it all exploded, quick and hard and taking him completely by surprise. He yelped, shuddering hard, and flailed around for purchase. He ended up holding onto Chris's arm as the last of the shivers passed, and Chris waited until he was through to speak.

"Go to sleep," he said, softer, and used Kevin's grip on his arm to tug him closer. Kevin still wasn't entirely sure this was all happening, but he could feel sleep rolling up over him, inexorable and sweet.

"I thought you said my virtue was safe," he mumbled as he started to doze off. Chris giggled, the sound surprisingly high.

"Next time, your turn," Chris assured him.

Kevin fell asleep trying to remember why that was a bad idea.