Copyright October 24, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Brian Littrell/AJ McLean

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.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor.  And for Becky, Bonnie, Melissa, and Stephanie, who said that they liked "Tick Tock."

Wherein there's Brian, there's AJ, and this time, the NC-17 is for real.

Notice: This slashfic follows "Kentucky Boy," "Making It Count," "Just a Guy," and "Tick Tock."

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Alla

        Brian kissed down over AJ's pelvic bone, in along the crease of his thigh, back to AJ's balls.  No, no, AJ tugged at Brian's hair impatiently.  Brian ignored the entreaty, and then his balls were in the liquid warmth of Brian's mouth, and god that moan was heartfelt.  His balls slipped from Brian's mouth and-

        -holy shit-

        -Brian flipped him over onto his stomach.  An arm around his waist pulled him back onto his knees.  God, no, Brian wouldn't, Brian wouldn't.  Of all people on this green earth, Brian Thomas Littrell wouldn't.

        He would.

        No teasing, no preliminaries, no hesitation.  Brian's tongue licked right into AJ's body, asserted itself, probed its way deeper than AJ had really - - not that he'd thought about it often, mind you, or at least not that he'd admit to thinking about it often - - thought that a tongue could go.  And it felt good.  Not just nice, not just interesting, but good, deep-down good, so good his knees were liquid and his heart was pounding and his cock was throbbing and twitching with excitement.  And Brian wasn't stopping.  This wasn't an experiment, this was for real.  Brian was fucking him.  Tongue-fucking him.

        And he just might come from it.

        Then Brian did stop, and for a moment AJ wanted to howl with disappointment and frustration and denial, but then Brian rolled him over and Brian's lips closed over the drooling head of his cock.  The heat and wet and soft and pressure and not a hint of teeth just made AJ's orgasm slam through his body, slam through his brain, and he knew that it was pathetic to come that hard and that fast, but it was so good, so right, so perfect, and his ass was still spasming, and Brian swallowed every last drop.

        AJ was sure he'd never breathe right again.  He raised his knees and spread his thighs, letting Brian move in as though they'd choreographed this moment.  There were slow, aching thrusts, and then he was completely violated, and there was that sense of exquisite penetration and fullness.  He shifted his hips a little, adjusting for a better fit, and the sound that Brian produced made him laugh.

        Their eyes met, and AJ felt that little spark shimmy down his spine.  They shared a smile, and Brian leaned in to kiss his mouth, and then Brian was moving, thrusting.  The slow burn of friction, punctuated by the fireworks from each thrust against his prostate, made AJ's nerves crackle to life again.  His cock started to fill as he moved against Brian's rhythm.  His hands danced down Brian's back, across Brian's shoulders.  He rubbed his palms restlessly over the round muscles of Brian's upper arms while Brian's tempo increased.

        Brian's arms came around his waist and they were tipping, rolling, and when the earth righted itself AJ was on top of Brian, Brian's cock throbbing deep within his body.  He rocked slightly to make sure it was planted as far as it could go; Brian groaned beneath him.  If he concentrated, he could ripple his muscles just like...that, and Brian groaned again, panted his name.  He ran his hands down Brian's chest, watching Brian try to follow his touch with a slow undulation, muscles twitching and flexing.  He reached for one of Brian's hands and brought it to his cock; Brian's fingers closed around it automatically, making him gasp.  Suddenly he was much closer to coming.

        AJ started to rock, up and down, back and forth, riding Brian's beautiful body, riding Brian's gorgeous cock, feeling Brian's hands on him, keeping Brian's gaze on him.  He resisted the urge to close his eyes, instead keeping eye contact, watching Brian watching him.  Brian's lips were parted; Brian's cheeks were flushed; Brian's hair was starting to curl from sweat.

        So full inside of him, so hard, so good.  Brian's fingers on his cock were getting serious now, giving him the rub pull stroke twist that always got him off too fast.  He didn't want to come again, not yet, it was too soon.  He rode Brian harder, faster, harder, faster, and Brian was trying to thrust beneath him, and then Brian was coming, coming inside of him; he watched Brian's body twist, heard Brian moan his name.  He kept going, couldn't stop now, couldn't possibly stop now - - until he felt it coming, and he couldn't stop that, either, and Brian's touch was too good too much and he came, hot white spurting over Brian's fingers.

        He sank forward onto Brian's chest.  Their bodies unsealed with a low pop and he rested his head on Brian's shoulder.  They were sweaty, and splattered with semen, and tired.  He'd just shower in the morning.  No way was he moving now.

        Brian's arm came around his waist; Brian kissed his forehead and tugged him closer, kissing his mouth.  He raised himself up on an elbow, getting a better angle to slip his tongue into Brian's mouth.  Brian was pliant beneath him, sucking his tongue.  Brian's body was warm and silky and hard, and Brian was masculine and generous and talented, and frankly AJ couldn't imagine a better sex partner.  When Brian's tongue slid against his he melted, relaxed against Brian's body, boneless and receptive.

        He reached for Brian's cock with one hand, fingers of the other hand plucking at one of Brian's nipples.  The hand on Brian's cock slipped down and back a bit, fingers tracing across the perineum to push against the tight pucker of Brian's ass.  Where'd they left the lube?  Damn it.  He brought his fingers up and broke the kiss, giving Brian his fingers instead of his tongue.  When Brian's tongue urged his fingers into the hot wet cavern of Brian's mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head.  The night was only beginning...