Disclaimer: This story is a fictional representation of reality. It is not the purpose of this story to imply anything about the private and personal lives of any Backstreet Boys or *NSYNC member. If you are not of legal age in your state (18/21 depending) then stop reading this now. If you are offended by homosexual themes then you should stop reading and exit this screen.
Hi everyone! I hope you this finds you well. First, I must apologize for the lateness of this chapter; future installments will be out to ya much quicker. Things have been hectic around here lately. Thank you to all of you who have e-mailed me thus far, your encouragement, observations and criticisms are very inspiring and gratifying! And for those of you who read and didn't write me, I'm waiting :) im_kant@hotmail.com I love hearing from all of you- so write me =)
Shout out to Lucas Thompson! All of you should know him as the very talented author of 'because-I-love-you' (BILY), to me he's merely my editor ;-) Thanx for all your criticisms and thoughts- they contribute so much to this story, you're one helluva editor, and a damn good friend too. :)
Shout out to Macho Magic Man! Wazzup you stud! ;-) I finally posted...you can quit harassing me now :) j/k I love the attention!
Without further interruption from me here's installment three, enjoy!
Maverick III
After I recovered from my initial shock, I wordlessly made my way over to his side of the booth and held him, I could feel the tears in my eyes as well... but for some reason, I just wouldn't let them drop. He buried his head in my shoulder, it seemed like an eternity, but it was no more than four or five minutes. I continued to hold him against me lightly rubbing his lower back for several minutes before he pulled away. He immediately looked into my eyes, his were full of questions; I couldn't tell you what he found in mine because my brain had lost all control of my senses. My hand moved up and lightly brushed the side of his cheek and made its way around to deftly cradle the back of his head. I leaned in towards him and his soft lips met my mine. It was the most sensual, passionate experience of my life. I savored every moment of his touch, his taste, his soul, and for those few moments I felt more alive than I have in my entire life.
How long the kiss lasted was anyone's guess, for me it was a piece of heaven. Eventually we broke apart. I opened my eyes to see his still closed. When they fluttered open I sensed that the passion that had overcome him was gradually fading into concern. The realization of what just happened between us began to register for both of us.
His face turned from contentment to worry. "Randy...I...uh...I...I've got to go," was all he said as he left the booth and hurriedly left the café. My mouth opened to say something, to call him back, anything- but I was unable to make a sound. I sat there shocked, wondering how that had happened. After a couple minutes I recovered enough to know that I needed to go after him. I ran from the booth out the front door almost smashing into a drunken couple as I exited the café.
Once out in the street I scanned the street for any sign of him, but I was too late. Not knowing where he was staying, or any other way of contacting him I had no choice but to go home and sleep. I cursed loudly to the New York City night and hailed a cab.
His mouth lightly flicked over the slit on the tip of the bulb, as he playfully twisted the younger man's right nipple. The younger man moaned loudly; his mouth then engulfed the entire shaft and he twisted the now sensitive nipple, and twisted it again- harder. The blond-haired guy let out a high-piercing shriek, followed by a low moan, as he bucked his hips with the rhythm of the mouth sucking his manhood.
His left hand gripped and pulled at the taught flesh of the bucking blonde's left ass-cheek, as his right continued to work on the nipple. As the blondes bucking became faster and wilder he moved his left hand between the blonde's smooth, tight buttocks and slipped his middle finger inside of him and began pumping it in and out of him. The blonde shrieked in ecstasy as he climaxed and shot five spurts of his juice down his lover's throat. Wordlessly the older man rose from his knees, guiding his taller companion to the bed. The blonde laid himself down on his back, still panting, as he drew his legs up and spread them apart. The older man enjoyed the view of his fully exposed, smooth lover before he moved over to him placing the younger man's legs on his shoulders.
Looking into the blonde's eyes he slowly and deliberately entered him, and began pumping his throbbing cock in and out of his partner, as the blonde writhed and squirmed in pleasure, pain, desire, and satisfaction. He increased his rhythm until he was slamming into the younger man, his balls bouncing off the smoothness of his partner's ass. "OH GOD YESSSSSS! GIVE IT TO ME HARDER...HARDER...YEAH FUCK ME...FUCK MY ASS...HARDER!" The older man did exactly what was asked of him, it seemed like the entire hotel was shifting back and forth as the headboard beat itself against the wall, almost as hard as his groin beat against the younger man's ass.
They came simultaneously. The older man groaned deeply as he fired his semen into the depths of his lover's ass. The younger man wildly squirmed in uncontrollable pleasure as he climaxed for the second time that night while screaming out "AAALEEEXXXAAAAAAAAANNNNDDERRRR!"
I woke up to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. I was good to have a roomie that can cook! Even if it's just a simple bacon and egg breakfast. After showering I met Tom at the table in time for a 1:30 brunch.
"So Tommy boy did you have enough to drink last night?" I smiled devilishly at him.
"Yeah...I guess I had a bit too much eh?" He grinned sheepishly at me.
"You could say that," I teased, "do you remember the brawl you almost got yourself into?"
"Umm...nope can't say I do." Another sheepish grin, then he broke into a wide smile. "But I know that you were there to protect me, so I have no worries!"
What a guy. "One of these days I think I'll just let ya get throttled by some angry boyfriend, then maybe you'll learn to drink less heavily- you have your pretty looks to worry about ya know." I joked with him.
"Whatever, you're just jealous of my sexy bod and irresistible charm!"
"You think so eh Hercules? Well I got digits last night, what did you come home with?"
"Huh...well I...I...shuddup!"
"That's what I figured," I said smiling at him. He looked down at his food and began to hungrily eat his breakfast. I just sat there with a stupid grin on my face reveling in my personal glory of beating Tommy-boy at his own game, as my thoughts turned to JC.
I longed to see him again, to kiss him again, to feel his touch. I wondered if I'd ever see him again...and how he'd react when I did. Reality came back into focus as I felt Thomas staring at me.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Hey are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"Two reasons. First you haven't touched your food, and I'm already finished mine- the way you eat I never have a chance to finish before you." He smiled at me; I glared at him. He continued, "Second, you staring off into space with a big frown on your face. Did something happen last night?"
Silence. I got up from the table and walked out onto the balcony- Tom followed me out. I lit up a smoke and sat down. Tom took the chair across from me. "I met someone last night."
Tom opened his mouth to say something, but the buzzer interrupted him. "Are you expecting anyone, Randy? 'Cause I don't know anyone in this city."
"Nn-" I started, but then remembering Nick's offer to come by and help us get settled in, a smile spread over my face. "Yeah actually, do you remember how you got home last night?" I said as I butted my cig and walked inside to buzz the person up.
"No," came the reply.
"Well I ran into...scratch that, a guy from the Backstreet Boys ran into me- literally last night. Anyway we got to talking and he offered to come over and help us unpack today. Come on up," I said into the intercom.
"What?!? A guy from the Backstreet Boys is coming over here to help us unpack? You have no idea how strange that sounds, Randy."
I chuckled to myself. "Yeah it's a little off the wall eh? Oh well we live in New York City now, better get used to the abnormal."
The doorbell chimed. I walked over to answer it, with Tom in tow.
"Hey Randy!"
"Hiya Nick," I said as I motioned for him and his companion to come in.
"Randy this is Brian Littrell, another of the guys from our group. Brian meet Randall Maverson."
"Call me Randy please Brian," I said as I shook his hand. I introduced them to Tom and we exchanged some small talk over coffee and then got to work with the unpacking and distribution of all the furniture that was stacked in the living room area.
"Hey Josh let's take a break, we've been at this for over three hours straight now, and things aren't coming together."
"Yeah sure Kev, we probably could use a break. Fuck this is so frustrating...I'm sorry I'm not able to focus on this today Kevin. You probably could've gotten a lot more done today just by yourself."
"Hey it's cool, no worries."
"Yeah no worries...it's just that it's not like we have a lot of opportunities to take a day to work on these songs, and we should make the best of them. I can't help feeling like I'm letting you down Kev."
"Josh, I said it's all right, don't worry about it ok? I know you wouldn't intentionally let me down, you've always been there for me when I've needed ya." Kevin smiled at him.
"And you've been there for me too, Kevy." JC returned the smile. "So are you going to tell me what's up?"
"The sun, the sky, and other planets?" JC badly joked.
"Very funny," Kevin sarcastically returned. "Seriously though bro you know I'm here for ya, what's eating you?"
"Yeah I know, thanks Kevy." JC smiled at him. "I don't know Kev...I mean I do know, I just don't know what to do about it, y'know?"
"Woah," Kevin chuckled, "you gotta slow down Josh. What is it that you know, but don't know what to do about it?"
JC breathed hard. "I think I'm falling for someone. We kissed last night, and it felt so good, so perfect, so...so...right. And then I ran away from him. I really want to see him again Kev...but I'm scared that he may be mad at me for running away...but even more than that- I'm afraid he that he won't return my feelings."
"WOW! This happened last night?!? Where was I...oh wait, it's Randy that you have these feelings for isn't it?"
A goofy smile flooded over JC's face. "Yeah," he admitted dreamily. Then his demeanor suddenly changed. "Jesus Kevin! I can't be feeling this way...I mean I'm not ready for this!- am I? God, I don't know what to think. I mean, Christ no one even knows I'm gay besides you, Justin, and Nick! What am I gonna do Kev?" JC marched back and forth across the room with his hands flailing wildly as he spoke.
Kevin smiled reassuringly at his friend. "Well first ya gotta calm down bud."
"You see! That's just it Kev, I can't calm down! My heart is racing, I can't think about anything else, I can't focus on anything...I just can't get him out of my mind!"
Kevin, motioned for JC to follow him into the kitchen area of his suite, and began to make some coffee. "Sit down at the table there and tell me what happened between the two of you last night."
JC told Kevin of the events of last night, then he told him of his feelings for Randy, and his concerns about what all of this meant for him.
"Thanks for being here for me Kev, but all of this is ridiculous anyway, I mean Randy probably doesn't have any of the same feelings for me as I do for him."
"That may be true, but you're way off if you think that I'm gonna let you ignore your feelings for him, the way I see it there's only one thing for you to do- you and Randy are going on a date!" Kevin smiled, quite pleased with the idea of JC finally going on a 'real' date with someone. JC, however, paled at Kevin's words. He knew by the tone of his voice that Kevin had made up his mind and nothing he said would change it.
"But-"
"No buts," Kevin grinned at him, "I'm supposed to head over to Randy's place later this afternoon to meet up with Nick and Brian."
JC's expression soured at the mention of the name of Kevin's cousin. Kevin continued on, ignoring JC, as there was nothing more that could be said on that subject.
"So leave everything in my hands, I'll call you tonight with the details."
"Kev-," JC started.
"C'mon Josh, you and I both know that you need to see Randy again, you have to find out if there are any possibilities there for you..." JC sighed, "...then we'll worry about whether or not any of this is going to change your life- and if you're ready for it."
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do Kev?" JC questioned.
"Trust me, if I wasn't then I wouldn't be telling you to do this." Kevin assured him.
JC gave in and smiled, "Thanks Kev, I don't know what I'd do without you!"
Kevin chuckled, as he got up and collected their cups and placed them in the sink, "Just wait until after your 'date' before you thank me. You might not want to then," he reasoned.
"No, I mean it Kev," JC replied, standing up and looking at his friend, "I'm glad you're in my life."
Kevin smiled happily, as he wrapped up JC in a tight hug "I'm happy you're in my life too, Josh." JC returned the pressure of Kevin's embrace. After a few seconds they broke apart, "C'mon Joshy break time's over, we only have a couple hours left before I have be at Randy's."
JC smiled as he followed Kevin back into the study area of the suite.
Joey and Chris nonchalantly sat in a darkened corner of one of the many restaurants located in the JFK International Airport trying to look as inconspicuous as possible in their disguises. They were watching the now two-time defending champion Lakers being crushed by the up-and-coming Orlando Magic team.
They were waiting for the impending arrival of Lance and Justin who had remained behind in LA to promote their new album. Joey in particular was not looking forward to their arrival and to the next few weeks in general. He knew that these contract negotiations were going to be a stressful time because of the animosity between *NSYNC and Backstreet, or more specifically between *NSYNC and Brian and Howie.
Joey, despite knowing Howie and Brian did not respect *NSYNC, tried his best to keep the peace between the two groups, and for the most part controlled his temper. Howie and Lance openly hated each other, out of the public eye of course- and there was definitely no love lost between Brian and Chris either.
Lance and Justin entered the restaurant wearing sunglasses and were motioned by Chris to come and join them. Joey saw that Lance was on his cell, and from the scowl on Lance's face he could tell he was already bitter about something. Joey sighed to himself as he downed what was left in his glass and grabbed the pitcher and poured himself another drink. He was now on his fifth glass in the twenty minutes they had been there and his worries about the next few weeks were starting to fade away.
Chris and Joey exchanged greetings with Justin as Chris filled him on what the plans were for the rest of the weekend, and Joey concentrated on his beer. Justin and Chris were still chatting when Lance finally ended the conversation, and the scowl had turned into a frown.
"Just tell me we are NOT staying on the same floor as THEM." Lance demanded in the direction of Chris and Joey.
"WAAZZZUUUUUP LANSTEN!" Joey exclaimed, getting up from his seat and giving his surprised friend a noogie, while ignoring his question. "JOEY...Alright Joe, I give...I GIVE!" Lance laughed as he got the message.
"To answer your question Lance, no...they're staying on the floor above us."
Chris stated flatly, equally pissed at management for booking them in the same hotel as the BSB. Joey glared over at Chris, silently communicating that he was not in the mood for a bitch session and that a change of subject was in order.
"Alright let's jet outta here and go do sumpin," Justin suggested.
"Yeah I've seen enough of airports for one day," Lance agreed.
"Wanna check out a flick?" Chris asked.
"Yeah!" The other three said in unison.
They all got up and started heading out of the restaurant, Justin smiled over at Joey and asked "So Joe, what are we doin' tonight?" knowing full well what the answer would be.
"CLUBBIN'!" Joey shouted happily as they all broke out into laughter and headed out of JFK.
OK so this is where I decided to cut this chapter off- I've started on the next installment already, so I expect that one to be out by next Sunday at the latest. The story is starting to come together a bit now, I think most of you have a good idea of where I'm heading with it- I'd love to hear where you think the story is going and where you'd like it to go. As always all comments/criticisms are appreciated so mail me at im_kant@hotmail.com. And I have one question for y'all- who's AJ's lover?!?! So with that I'm out for now, peace, Randy.