This story is not intended for anyone under 18. If this is prohibited in your state, do not read it. This is my first time writing a story of this subject, so please be gentle. I would love feedback! This story does not mean to imply anything about the sexuality of the Backstreet boys or anyone else in the story! This is purely fictional.
I am female, so the I don't have firsthand experience of male-to-male sex. I hope it turned out O.K. I gave a lot of readers what they've been asking for in this Chapter. So, without further Ado.
I hope people like this idea, once I get a little further into the story line! Send all comments to -bbcsnb24@cs.com. That right another e-mail change. If you sent me e-mail on the other address, sorry. Please send it again, thanks.
I'm trying something new with this story. It will jump from Nick's, to Justin's, to the author's {that's me} view. It will address the reader {that's you} when Nick and Justin are talking. Enjoy.
This means war
Chapter-2
"......Nick!"
"Surprise babe, I missed you" Nick leaned forward to kiss Justin.
Justin pushed his head away and punched him in the arm. "You bastard, you scared the shit out of me." He felt the anger built inside.
"Ouch." Nick rubbed his sore arm. "It was just a joke, Jus."
"Well, it wasn't funny." He crossed his arms and turned away from Nick.
Nick moved across the seat and tried to pull Justin into an embrace. Justin pushed his arms away.
Nick sighed, "Look J, it was a joke. I didn't mean to upset you.......I'm sorry baby." He ran his hand along Justin's thigh and kissed his cheek.
Justin smiled and turned his attention to his man. He took Nick's hand into his and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hi reader, I guess your wondering how we got here? Well, my name is Justin Timberlake and the jerk here is Nick Carter."
`Hi'
"Anyway, this started three years ago in Germany......actually four years ago. The first time we met, we weren't exactly friendly. I'm in a group called Nsync and he's in a group called the Backstreet Boys. We were enemies from the start. If you want to be truthful, they {the Backstreet Boys} hated us for no reason."
Wait a minute, we never hated you. We were just pissed to find out Tubby,' was lying to us. Besides, I was nice to ya'll'
"You were glued to your gameboy. When we said hey, you waved to us without even looking up. Yeah I say that was nice. Anyway, when we met them in 96, they didn't take the time to get to know us. They were just rude, so we concentrated on us. Around about June of 97, Trans-con sponsored a charity basketball game. our group and a few others were against the Backstreet Boys and others. By luck of the draw Lance and AJ had to switch sides, they weren't to happy about it."
I bet their real happy' about it now.'
"Nick, quit jumping ahead and keep your hand to yourself, I'm still mad at you. Anyway, after the BSB's teamed cheated and....."
`WE DID NOT CHEAT, ya'll were just sorry.'
"Can I tell the story here? After they honestly won {not}, everyone had to sign autographs together. One of the fans gave Nick a video game I had been dying to try out. So I asked him if I could play. After he made some sarcastic remark about his `awesome' skills, we met in his room to play. We played for a couple of hours and actually found out that we have some things in common. I started to like him a little, he was awfully cute with his big blue eyes and bad dye job."
`My hair was not bleached'
"Please baby, we've all seen the video. Anyway, we talked for another hour after we turned the game off. We talked about the next time we would both be here and then I left."
`Wait a minute.'
"What?"
`Aren't you leaving a part out?'
"What part?"
`The part where Brian comes back to our room and you start salivating at the mouth.'
"I was not."
`Oh Brian, you're so funny and you're a great basketball player.'
"I did not sound like that."
`Yes, you did, I thought you were going to jump him right in front of me. You had this big goofy grin on your face and kept blushing every time he looked at you.'
"Your just jealous cause I wasn't looking at you. I thought Brian was cute, but I wasn't gawking."
`Yes he was.'
"Who are you going to believe me or hand boy."
`JUSTIN'
"Sorry, he doesn't like to be called that. Back to the story, Brian did come in and I TALKED to him, nothing else."
Author
The door closed as Brian left the hotel room to go out with the remaining Backstreet Boys.
"You can stop staring, he's gone." Nick told Justin with a small smirk on his face.
Justin's face was bright red as he turned away from the door. "I wasn't staring, I was just thinking about something."
"Yeah, Bri." Nick let out a little chuckle.
Justin looked at his feet, "I guess I'll see you later." Justin headed towards the door.
"Wait, I didn't mean to embarrass you. If it makes any difference, Frick is very cute."
Justin turned around and looked at his shoes. "Just because I think he's cute doesn't mean I like guys." He twisted his fingers waiting for Nick to reply.
"I didn't say you did, a cute guy's a cute guy." He sat down on his bed with his eyes glued to the nervous youth. "I don't care if you do, but I don't think Bri's that way."
Justin looked up at the blonde. "Well, I don't O.K."
"Fine." They were silent for a moment.
"Well, I guess I should go......I guess I'll see you next month," he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
Nick jumped up from the bed, "yeah, we should be back by then. I'll have to ask Kevin." He leaned against the door frame and held his hand out.
Justin took the hand into his own. A smile spread across his face at the touch.
"See ya." Nick said returning the smile.
[Nick]
`We were such dorks back then.'
"Speak for yourself, I was worried about you finding out about me. The only one who knew then was Josh."
`That would have saved a lot of trouble later on.'
"Yeah I know, but we'll get into that later. I think we should talk about when ya'll first hit America."
`How about we wait until the next chapter.'
That's the end of Chapter 2. Thanks to anyone who read this, I appreciate it. I know this is kinda boring to start off, but bear with me. Send any comments, good or bad to-bbcsnb24@cs.com. Thanks!