Rock Bottom By Paul
Note: This story does not imply anything about the sexuality of Brian Littrell or Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. If you are under 18 or are offended by homosexual literature, then you should go away now.
Okay; I haven't written this story in a long time, and I was browsing through the Nifty Archives today and I was remembering all the things I wanted to do with this story. So here comes Chapter Four, and I hope you like it. All feedback is appreciated.
Chapter Four:
Nick and Brian kissed for about ten seconds, until Nick opened his eyes and pushed himself away from Brian.
"What have I done???" Nick asked, in a state of shock, and feeling guilt over kissing his friend. Nick quickly turned away from Brian, and with tears rolling down his face, and ran up the iron staircase and into the right hand bedroom, quickly slamming the door behind him.
Still downstairs and standing in the living room, Brian was in a state of ecstasy after receiving the best kiss of his entire life. His eyes were still shut, and he was basking in how he felt like a warm pool of Jello; all of his muscles felt as if they mad melted into a comforting liquid - a liquid that sent the message to his brain that he was truly happy.
A few moments later, however, Brian had to open his eyes and realize the effect the kiss had on Nick. A beautiful tear ran down Brian's face as he realized the amount of hurt he just might have put his friend through. There was Nick sitting alone upstairs probably crying his eyes out, Brian thought, thinking he made an unwanted advance and possibly ruined a friendship, yet it was exactly what Brian wanted. All Brian wanted to do was to run upstairs and take Nick in his arms and tell him that what they'd done was exactly right, and what he'd wanted for days, weeks, and subconsciously, months now. Yet, there was something keeping him from doing that - something deep down inside of him - so Brian stayed put, and sat down on the crushed velvet couch.
Brian was starting to think about what a relationship, albeit one he was sure could work out well, would do to Nick in such a tender stage of healing. He remembered that it was only a couple of weeks ago that he'd come into Nick's room and as he was folding laundry, Nick passed out of a meant-for-suicide drug overdose. He thought about the emotional pain Nick was in at the moment, and how tortured and blackened and tangled and sick his mind was, and was considering what a relationship would do to that. Brian was confused. He cared so much for Nick, and wanted to be with him so badly, but because he cared so much for him, he didn't want to see Nick hurt anymore.
And so Brian sat on the crushed velvet couch, unsure of his next move. He sat bent slightly forward, resting his chin on his left palm, and tapping his forehead with his index finger. Then, out of nowhere, and with seemingly no provocation in his mind, he said aloud, "I love Nick." Brian was in shock with what he said, because he had not planned to say the words, and they had just come automatically out of his mouth. Brian shook his head, and tried to make some sense of what was going on. And it was then, when Brian had finally admitted to himself the feelings that were deep inside of him, the feelings that he'd tried to hide for so long, that he knew what to do.
Feeling completely rejuvenated, and like he was just reborn, Brian stood up from the couch with a kind of power he felt before. He stood up straight, put his hands down to his side, and took a deep breath in through his nose, and exhaled it through his mouth. His eyes were focussed on the balconies of the bedrooms above, and he saw that Nick was sitting in the right hand bedroom. Brian marched toward the iron staircase, and then jumped up the stairs three at a time. He knew exactly what he needed to do.
At the top of the staircase, Brian looked to his right and walked toward the door. Slowly, taking a few deep breaths, he leaned up against the door. He knocked lightly three times. There was no answer.
"Nick??? It's me," Brian said, hoping very much for an answer.
"Please," Nick said, "not now."
"Nick, hun," Brian said, trying to sound more sensitive, "I really want to talk to you."
There was no answer to the statement. Brian was becoming really worried that he wasn't going to be able to salvage what Nick had grown into, and that they would have to start at rock bottom again. This fear was taking over Brian's mind, but he was eased when the door handle turned, and he saw Nick on the other side. His face was red and had obviously been covered in tears, but Nick seemed to have rubbed them off quickly before he opened the door.
"Can I come in???" Brian asked, softly, and sweetly.
"Yes," said Nick, timid and unsure.
Brian slowly entered the room, and surveyed his surroundings. Everything was perfectly in its place as it had been before, and it was obvious that Nick hadn't done any damage to the room or to himself. Brian sat down on the part of the bed where the sheets had unfurled a little bit, and had obviously been the place where Nick was sitting. Brian patted the immediate space beside him with his palm, inviting Nick to sit down. Nick, very reluctantly, sat down beside his friend on the bed.
"Please tell me what's going on in your head," Brian said.
"I... really, Brian... it's..." Nick stuttered, unsure of what to say.
"Please, Nick," Brian asked again, but quietly and soothingly.
"It's just..." Nick began, "the moment seemed right, Brian. If you were gay, it just would've been... perfect." Nick paused for a minute, and looked at the floor, "I was sensing something there, something that was supposed to happen, but I guess I was wrong."
With Nick looking at the floor, Brian took his hand and brushed his palm against the other boy's cheek. Brian pushed Nick's face so that he was looking at him. Their eyes met, and they stared at each other's windows to their souls. Slowly, Brian opened his mouth.
"Nick, there are these feelings in my heart. At first, and for the longest time, I was sure that it was this deep, ever-lasting, strong and bonded friendship to you. But when you passed out two weeks ago, and when I had to call the ambulance, and as I was there with you cradled in my arms and with tears streaming down my face and begging to God to have you not leave me, I figured out that there was something more. There's something big, and warm, and caring, and a helluva lot more than friendship in my heart for you, Nick." Brian brought his other hand up to Nick's face, so he was cradling the beautiful boy's face in his arms. "I don't know about the gay thing, Nick, but there's something in me that's meant for you. It's emotional, it's physical, it's psychological and it's sexual." Brian took in a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. "I love you, Nick."
Nick was shocked. He obviously had no idea of Brian's feelings, and was very overwhelmed. Tears started to run down his face, but this time, Nick's mouth turned into a gigantic smile as he looked at Brian with wet eyes. "I love you so much, Nick."
Brian and Nick leaned into each other, and slowly continued the kiss that was interrupted downstairs. Their lips brushed each others' slowly, and their tongues went in and out of each others' mouths, and their tongues played a passionate game of tag together.
Their kiss broke, and purely happy, Nick and Brian looked at each other.
"Nick, I think we'll have a guest bedroom then," said Brian.
"How so???" asked Nick.
"Well, we're only going to need one," replied Brian.
They both smiled and kissed again. They both took off their clothes and put on silk sleep pants. They both crawled under the covers of the bed and cradled each other in their arms. They kissed once, and drifted off to sleep.
Okay, so that's Chapter Four. I hoped you enjoyed it, because it sets up the relationship. Now Nick and Brian are going to have to deal with the consequences of their actions. Email me with your comments at thetowntramp@hotmail.com.