banner by Vanessa
Copyright June 18, 2002 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Backstreet Boys
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Wherein there is a freezer, Howie explains himself, and AJ can only imagine.
Nick walked in. "Brian's kicking my ass." He went right to the open freezer, got out a popsicle, and closed the door. Tearing off the paper, he said, "Howie, you should come play. I always beat you." He put the tip of the popsicle in hs mouth and headed out again. At the doorway he paused, lips wet now and red from the cold. "You coming?"
"In a minute," Howie said. Nick nodded and left, licking and sucking.
AJ looked at the freeer door, then at Howie. "Never mind, D. I see it all now."
"Nick likes them," Howie said.
"And I'm sure you don't mind watching him eat them, either. So," AJ ran his fingers along the edge of the counter, innocent, harmless, "where did you get them, again?"
"Don't even think about it, AJ. That is not for you."
"Does he have the sense to eat it right and tease you?"
"Sometimes." Howie smiled, shifting his weight so that he was closer to AJ. "Sometimes. He doesn't have enough constant maturity to see the erotic potential in everyday things, but he has the horny young male mind that sees sex wherever it goes."
"Was it good? Did it work?"
"It worked. He's very good. Very, very good." Howie flicked his hair over his shoulder and let the memories sink in. "So I returned the favor."
AJ had to hear this. "How?"
"I let him have them again, later. While we were making love."
Oh, yeah. AJ had to hear this.
"He was hot, so I fed one to him, small chunks of it. Then I put one against him, touching him with it. He hated the coldness of it. But it melted against the heat of his skin, and I could lick up the sweetness it left."
AJ could only imagine. "Where did you put it?"
"His chest, his stomach. His thighs."
"Damn, Howie." Damn.
"Are you coming or not?" Nick asked, back in the doorway.
"I am," AJ said. Howie elbowed him. Good, pain, pain might distract him enough to lessen the swelling of his dick. "Where's your popsicle?" Nick probably had gone ahead and eaten it, since he had no patience and healthy teeth. Nick ate ice. AJ was disgusted.
"I gave it to Brian," Nick said.
Brian. Brian. AJ turned to Howie with light in his eyes. The possibilities...
"No," Howie said. "AJ, no. No!"
AJ had fleeting curiosity about whether a popsicle, frozen solid and right out of the wrapper, would be hard enough to penetrate - - sick, he was a sick, sick man. But if he stayed with these slim round ones, then...
Brian came in. His tongue was purple; he stuck it out at Nick, who returned the favor. He threw away the stick and wrapper, then pulled himself up to sit on the counter. "What are we doing?"
"We're discussing the fact that you and I need to get past the kissing stage," AJ said.
"It is not a stage. It was two times last week," Brian said. He put his hand over his heart. "And what's a girl to think when you never call?" He batted his lashes.
"Are you suggesting that there's a possibility that you may not want another ride on the McLean Love Machine?" AJ asked.
"It was fine, AJ."
AJ had to hold onto the counter to keep his balance. "Fine? It was fine? Did you say fine?"
"It was good," Brian amended.
"It made him hotter than a virgin in the July sun watching you onstage," Nick said. "Except when he said it, it was more like 'Jew-ligh.' That accent does funny things."
AJ was on the scent now. "Did you say that? Did you tell Nick how hot I made you?" He advanced on Brian.
"I did not say 'July' like that," Brian said.
AJ put his hands on Brian's ass and pulled Brian closer, forward on the counter. "I want you."
"Thank you, AJ, that's very kind of you to say."
"When I called Howie and he told me that you were over here, I dropped everything and ran. I pissed off my friends, I didn't even take the time to change, I've been here trying to grow the balls to talk to you."
Brian touched AJ's face with gentle fingers. "Talk to me about what, AJ?"
AJ leaned in to kiss him. Howie would have, too, just then.
But Brian's hand pushed AJ away before their lips met. "Talk to me about what, AJ?"
"You won't get any nookie until you tell him why you want it," Nick said. "He's not going to let you get any until you convince him it's about more than sex."
"It's about more than sex," AJ said to Brian. "We're friends, you're my best friend. I want you. You've never fallen for the bad boy shit, no matter how bad. You always liked me and wanted to be with me, whoever that was. It's not just sex, you've seen me do that with other people but it's not that way with you, I can't do that to you because you're not like that. I won't hurt you like that. I might hurt you other ways, but not that way." AJ was promising, running his hands up the front of Brian's shirt. "Maybe you kissed me as a friend, or as an experiment, or out of curiosity. I kissed you because I've wanted to for a long time, and I was tired of denying myself. I've had you as my friend, my best friend, always my friend, for years. But that's all you've given me, and I want more. I want you to be my lover."
Brian kissed him.
Howie held Nick's hand to keep him from applauding.
Brian pushed AJ back and slid down to stand on the floor. He kissed AJ again, and Howie had to smile at the way AJ's fingers curled with greed in the back of Brian's shirt.
"You made AJ babble," Nick said. "Now you have to tell him how you feel."
"Shut up. He doesn't have to tell me shit." AJ moved in for another kiss.
"I'm in love with you, AJ."
AJ stopped short. He moved out of kissing position. "You what?"
"He said he loves you," Nick said.
"Shut up!" AJ said. He looked at Brian.
"I'm in love with you," Brian said again.
AJ was down on his knees, arms around Brian's waist, face in Brian's stomach. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you..."
Brian ran his hands over AJ's hair.
AJ turned his head to one side, encouraging Brian's attentions.
"Should we leave them alone?" Nick asked.
"Not in my kitchen," Howie said. He nudged AJ with his foot. "Come on, AJ. Take Brian home."
AJ lingered, then stood. He gave Brian the once-over. "Your place or mine?"
"Yours," Brian said.
AJ laughed and kissed his cheek, back towards his ear, looping an arm around his waist.
"You two kids have fun,"
Howie said. "And AJ, on your way home. Past Roosevelt, on Arch."
He pressed a five-dollar bill into AJ's hand. "Go to the frozen food
section and get yourself a little something."