***Disclaimer:
This is yet another story about those hunky boys of the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync written by a straight woman. Therefore, please excuse my writings if they appear to be a bit screwed due to my lack of knowledge. This story is a work of FICTION (note the term FICTION- I can't stress this enough) and is purely written for the sole purpose of entertainment and enjoyment. Yes! Entertainment. That's all... think of it like a movie. You watch for entertainment and you read for entertainment. These events did not happen to the best of my knowledge and therefore actions taken in this story do not reflect the true nature of the characters involved. This story does not imply anything about the sexuality of the person(s) involved. And if you're an underage teenie or do not wish to read about male/male sexual relationships, this is now the time to shut your lap-top as there will be sexual explicit scenes throughout. Proceed with your own risk. Enough with the warnings, now on with the story.
***Author's Note:
I hate text format:-( It's so plain. But text format is better than nothing at all. To view the story in the pretty Aphrodite format with pretty pictures and pretty italics and everything pretty, please visit http://www.friendsnlovers.cjb.net for a link to the story or http://www.ataleof2boybands.cjb.net/ for a direct link. Please, do visit me at my home. I'm very lonely these days. Enough with the whining. After all, I'm not Justin Timberlake:-)
A TALE OF TWO BOYBANDS
CHAPTER XXXIV
Brian woke up feeling oddly sore. His face was sore from having been stretched out during the night in the form of a smile. Yes, a smile. Brian had been smiling all night. Why? Brian did not know. He massaged his face a little, making funny expressions on his face. He yawned tiredly as he stretched his upper body. Funny. It seemed like he hadn't slept all night.
And then it occurred to Brian just as the sun was dawning on his bronze-tinted shoulders. He had been up all night with the most fuckable guy on this planet. Granted, it was just another wet dream, but it was so real and so incredibly intense, Brian could almost taste Justin's juices in his mouth still. It was absolutely amazing. Brian could not remember the details of the dream, but he remembered vague Justin lying on his bed, absolutely nude. He lay on his bed with his legs spread, offering himself completely to Brian, of course, after all it was a dream. His back arched as he grasped tightly onto the sheets underneath him. Sweat teemed over his forehead. Glistened over his body. He bit his bottom lips as he thrashed on the bed wildly. Justin had the most amazing face. There was nothing more beautiful than a freshly fucked Justin Timberlake. Brian kneeled at the foot of the bed. Tossing an ice cube into his mouth, he plunged between Justin's legs to devour his main course. Justin responded erotically with moans and grunts, thrusting his hips upward into Brian's mouth. It was so captivating in Brian's eyes as Justin thrashed on the bed, crying out loud in pleasure.
After having meticulously worked on Justin's cock, Brian abandoned the tender organ. He pounced onto the bed and crawled seductively over Justin's body, pulling apart his legs as he slid over his body to meet him. One hand cradled Justin's head gently. The other hand massaged sensuously Justin's already inflamed cock. He leaned forward. He kissed Justin's lips hungrily as he slammed his engorged cock inside Justin's irresistible tight hole. Together, they rocked the bed, thrashing wildly like primitive animals banging each other.
Awe…that was the most amazing dream ever. That dream should be the standard for which all homoerotic wet dreams be measured to. That was pure ecstasy. Who needs the drug when you can dream of Justin Timberlake all night? Brian shifted position in bed. He swung his arm around and slipped his hand underneath the sheets only to get tangled in a mesh of coarse pubic hair.
"Jesus! Kevin! I said it's okay for us to sleep together so long as you don't sleep in the nude." Brian fumed.
Brian yanked his hand out of the meshwork of coarse hair, eliciting a painful moan from underneath the sheets. A familiar, yet, strange sound. He had heard this sound before. He shook his hand, trying to rid of the hair stuck in his nails when something dawned upon him. The sunlight peering through the window highlighted the few strands of hair in his hand. He let all but one fall out of his grasp. Holding up the last remaining pubic hair up in the sunlight. He watched in awe as the curly spring of light brown shone blonde under the sunlight. He knew pubic hair to be curly, but not this curly. At least, not in Kevin's case. And blonde. No. Kevin wasn't a blonde. Curly and blonde. Blonde and Curly. It could mean one thing only. Justin Timberlake. Justin was in his bed. The body spooning against him was not that of his cousin, Kevin, but Justin's. Brian quickly peeked underneath the sheets. A crown of golden curls was all Brian saw. He rushed out of his bed and darted for his bathroom. He turned on the shower at full speed. He stood in the shower for several minutes, trying to calm himself down. This was too surreal. One minute he was dreaming of Justin and now Justin was in his bed. He got out of the shower several minutes later. He slapped himself a few times across the face to assure himself that he was widely awake before returning to his bedroom.
Indeed, the image of a nude Justin Timberlake was not just a mere figment of his imagination. It couldn't get anymore real. Justin was lying on his side with the sheets tucked between his legs as he sucked on the sheets. His entire body glowed under the sunlight. The sunlight cast shadows across the curvatures of his lean body, accentuating every inch. His ass smooth as a baby's behind. His arms defined those possess by men…hairy and sexy. Strong back muscles, legs. And rock hard pectorals. Damn. He was too beautiful to take in all at once. The sheets still clung onto his body. Love juices courtesy of Brian from the night before acting as an adhesive as the sheets glued to his body. Cocking his head to the side, Brian approached the bed. He had to touch him to see if he was real. He needed to know if Justin Timberlake was real. One touch. He was real.
"Brian, I'm all spent from last night. Can't I have another two hours to sleep, please?"
He heard Justin mumble in his sleep.
"Baby, you can have the entire day to get ready for the encore tonight." Brian flashed a grin as he leaned in to kiss his young boyfriend on the forehead.
"It's a beautiful morning," Brian sang blissfully as he opened the window to their bedroom. Still singing aloud, he tied the curtains, letting the sunlight peered through and striking against Justin's angelic face. Brian smiled affectionately as he recalled the memories of the night before. And what fond memories they were. Whistling, he put on his jogging suit and skipped out of the room.
"It's a beautiful morning," Brian continued to sing as he jogged down the streets he was band from going near. He would sing more but Aphrodite doesn't know the lyrics to the rest of the song, so... The dogs were barking as he rounded the corner. As soon as they caught sight of him, the rottweilers whimpered away into the houses. Brian, pouted, as he approached the fence.
"Here, doggie. Here, doggie." Brian whistled. As soon as they arrived at his palm, he thrust his hand in his sweat pockets and found a few pieces of beef jerky he had left from the year before. He sniffed the beef jerky and sure enough, it was still fresh. He hand fed the dogs the meat and accepted their wet gratitude. Smiling, Brian got to his feet and proceeded to jog away. He waved to everyone as he jogged, saluting the older gentlemen in the neighborhood. He even took a break from his jogging routine to help an elderly woman cross the street. As he waited for the signal for him to cross the street, a car came to a screeching halt as he was about to cross the intersection. Mud flew in all directions, drenching him in the filth. Yet, instead of screaming at the top of his lungs, Brian merely took two steps forward and using his jacket, he wiped the muddy residues off the car. The man, baffled by this stranger's peculiar kindness, rolled down his window. He was shock beyond belief to find Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell still wiping away the mud from his window. He knew of 'Nsync success at obliterating their record in March, but he didn't expect the Backstreet Boys to succumb to cleaning car windows for a living. He reached in his pocket and handed Brian a $20 bill. He wanted to give more, but McDonalds was just around the corner and he need to get some artery clogging breakfast. Brian refused his all too generous offer, but the man in the car insisted Brian take the money. He quickly sped away, again, splashing mud all over Brian. Brian wiped the mud from his face and continued his jogging routine across the street, depositing the $20 in a transient's tin bowl of pennies.
"No, sir. I can't take your offer." The homeless man pried open Brian's hand to give the bill back. "My leg is crippled. I can't possibly work 15 hours a day pulling weeds from your peach orchard for a measly $20."
"The money is free, sir." Brian assured the man, returning the bill to the bowl. "I want you to get some breakfast with the money. I won't ask you to repay me."
"But, sir, I don't understand. Are you Brian Littrell, the man every little creature in this town fear? Will you hunt me down at dawn to skin me alive?"
"Never. Where did you hear such nonsense?"
"From the town's priest. Every Sunday, I go to the sermon and that's what he said. He said to do everything possible to stay away from you. He even said that you were the Devil in disguise."
"Oh." Brian sighed, deeply, as he recalled the torment he caused the town for the past few years. "Tell him and everyone else that I'm a changed man for God spoke to me in the form of an angel. I will no longer plague the town with my anguish. I will now be a productive citizen once more. You tell them that and return to me and I'll treat you to dinner at my estate."
"Okay, sir."
"Good day." Brian shook the dirty hands and jogged away.
As he arrived at the gates of his country estate, he reflected upon his excursion around town. All in all, he felt good about himself. He had successfully made amends with the townspeople. Now, he and Kevin would no longer be chased off the streets with brooms or be cursed with deadly black magic spells. They would no longer be ostracized. He pushed open the door and galloped inside, twirling around on his toes as he waltzed into the kitchen, where his cousin and friend awaited his presence. His dance number stopped in front of the refrigerator as he stood in the limelight peering inside the ice box.
"Um…Brian, that milk has been in there for nearly three months now." Kevin's intervention was ten seconds too late as Brian gulped down the half of the quart.
"And spoiled milk never tasted so good." Brian beamed with euphoria as he finished the remaining half quart. "I was jogging this morning and the sun was just beautiful. The morning was just stupendous. And the wonderful people were lovely. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful sky."
"Someone got lucky last night." Howie smiled as he took a sip of the steaming hot coffee.
"I was wondering what train hit last night." Kevin added.
"So, was it as good as you dreamed?" Howie asked, propping his elbow on the table.
"I was in heaven. If the Grim Reaper were to come down to strike another heart attack, I'd die happy. It was so worth the wait." Brian explained. "Everything I ever dreamed about was intensified by a thousand times. He felt and tasted so good. His ass was so hard. His hole was so tight. Throughout the night, I had his throbbing cock in my fist as his body thrashed around wildly under my grip. All the juices that came out of that boy was so sweet. I don't think I have to eat anything this morning."
"Well, you better." Kevin interrupted. "AJ just called. He wants us at the studio in an hour."
"In an hour!" Brian whined.
"Yes, in an hour. And from the sound of his voice, he doesn't seem very happy."
And now enters the Dr. Evil...
Brian, Kevin, and Howie entered the building one by one. They marched down the hallway and into the conference room where they found AJ sitting at the table, smoking his Cuban Cigar, but Nick was no where to be found. As he puffed, Howie swore he thought AJ was sporting a gold tooth, but then again, the glint emitting from AJ could have been from the 4 karat diamond rock on his slender finger.
"Where's Nick?" Howie asked, taking a seat at the table.
"Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Down, bitch! Down! Fuck!" AJ cursed.
AJ's ecstasy driven profane scream was halted when he accidentally gagged on the smoke he was puffing from his cigar. His hacking cough had turned his face red and the veins on his neck protruded even further.
"Don't just fuckin' sit there. Help me!" AJ coughed as the cigar slipped off his fingers.
"Ouch!"
A scream from under the table startled everyone in the room. All three Backstreet Boys abandoned AJ and dropped down on their knees to peer under the tables when Nick shot out from under the table, knocking down Howie in the process.
"Mirror! I need a mirror!" He shrieked, running around like a freshly decapitated chicken. He pushed his band mates away and got on the table. He filtered through the scattered papers until he found the CD. He set the CD inches away from his neck and squinted his eyes to view the damage caused by his boyfriend's burning Cuban cigar. "Oh, no!" Nick cried in vain. "My neck! My beautiful neck!"
The vision of his once flawless neck, now tarnished, was blurred by the tears coursing from his eyes. He threw the CD onto the ground, breaking it to pieces. AJ's eyes widened as the CD shattered into pieces. He vaulted out of his chair, attacking Nick like a madman.
"You idiot!" AJ yelled, pulling at Nick's hair. "That was the only copy I made."
"Get off of him!" Howie screamed, pulling AJ off of his younger band mate. "Get off of him. It's just one stupid song on that CD. You spent three months writing that song, you can spend another three months writing another one."
"Fine!" AJ finally released Nick. He returned to his seat and lit up another cigar.
"Nick, are you ok?" Howie asked Nick.
"Of course, I'm not!" Nick cried, pushing Howie away. "I'm damaged now. My beauty is tarnished."
"Don't be so distraught, Nick." Kevin comforted the youngest Backstreet Boy. "It's not so bad. Just apply some concealer and it'll look like you have this permanent hickey."
"You're right." Nick smiled, once more, relieved that his beauty was not lost, retrieving a bottle of liquid foundation. "It does look a lot like a hickey when I apply the make up on." Nick said, rubbing the liquid over his burn. "Now I look even more desirable now that I have this permanent hickey on my neck. Thank you, Kevin."
"No problem." Kevin said, sitting down next to Brian at the table.
Kevin tried so hard not to laugh as Brian elbowed him in his stomach. AJ had to clear his throat to grab their attention. Shortly, an hour after Brian, Kevin, and Howie had arrived, the meeting was called to order. AJ handed the agenda as usual and began to go over the details of reclaiming their record, again, when he noticed Brian had mentally slipped out of the room. Brian was humming to music in his head. Justin's erotic moans were music to his ears. He began swaying from side to side. A wide grin plastered on his face as he reminisced over last night's consummation.
AJ had but enough when Brian started to belt out "It's Gonna Be Me". And it took AJ all the self-control he had over himself to stop himself from yelling in Brian's face. Instead, he smiled devilishly, leaning over the table.
"Had a good time last night?" AJ hissed into Brian's ear. "When will you bring your fuck toy along so we can share?"
Brian snapped out of his trance and charged at AJ only to freeze at the touch of a gun pointing to his head. His eyes narrowed in on AJ's dark orbs as AJ withdrew the gun and placed it on the table. As AJ returned to his seat, Kevin pulled Brian back to his. Howie and Nick both breathed in a sigh of relief as they each sat down.
"I just thought that since we are all like brothers, we should share our toys. I always share mine with you." AJ sneered, catching a glimpse of the clueless Nick in the corner of his eye.
"Justin's not for sharing." Brian snapped. "How did you know?"
"I have my ways." AJ answered. "You think you can hide Justin in your house for this long and not have me find out. What do you take me for? Nick?!"
"Hey, I'm smart!" Nick was quickly silenced by AJ's clenched fist raised in the air.
"I'm going now." Brian said, getting out of his chair, failing to remember that AJ still had his gun. AJ quickly reminded him with a single flying bullet just inches away from his arm.
"Sit down!" AJ threatened, waving the gun back and forth. "You are going to stay here in the studio with us and rot and work on our new album until it finishes."
"Are you threatening me, Alexander James?" Brian stood his ground, refusing to oblige to AJ's demands.
"I guess you didn't hear me so clearly, Brian." AJ said, polishing his gun with the sleeves of his shirt. "If you don't sit your ass down right now to start working on our album, I'll give Billy Riley the code to your fuckin' estate so when your pretty boy is sleeping, he could march in that love nest of yours and act on his sadistic fantasies. Maybe, if you're lucky, he'll leave you with Justin's right ball so you can masturbate to."
"You son of bitch!" Brian plopped his ass down on the chair, folding his arms over his chest. "You even dare go near Justin, I'd hunt you down and tear your limbs apart."
"Now. Now. We don't need to succumb to violence. All I want is for the best of our group. I want us to begin working on the best album the world will see. And then you can go back to your fuck toy." AJ reasoned with Brian. "I don't care if you two fuck all day so long as he's with you. Sure beats him going back to his lame ass group. But if I ever find out that he plans to leave that shit hole of yours, I'll fuckin' spread the news of his whereabouts to every sadistic psychopaths lists on the net and reward the first psycho to tear him in half. Understand?" AJ patted Brian on the head as an owner would to a pet dog.
"Where are you going?" Howie asked AJ as he walked past him.
"Take a nap. Now that you guys are all going to be here, I'm going to rest." AJ explained, making his way to the door. "Oh." He stopped and turned around. "Kevin, we don't need you here. Go home and keep an eye on Justin."
"But I want to work on the album, too." Kevin argued.
"No." AJ shook his head. "Not after that "Perfect Fan" shit you pulled last time. I don't think so. Go make yourself useful and make sure Justin doesn't leave."
"Fine." Kevin finally gave in, throwing out his chair in the process. He pushed AJ aside as he left the three Backstreet Boys in the room to work alone on their forthcoming album. "So much for being like brothers."
***Awww...Dr. Evil and his brainless sidekick are back. I miss them so much. Don't you? I'd like to applaud JM for his contribution to the tale. That was one hot monkey sex scene. And lastly, are there any curly haired blondes out there? Did I get the description of the pubic hair right? I want to make sure I'm in bed with Justin and not with Lance when I visit them in July. Thanks:-)
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