Copyright December 28-30, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Kevin Richardson/Nick Carter, Kevin Richardson/Howie Dorough, Kevin Richardson/Brian Littrell, Kevin Richardson/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 the Savage Garden slashers.  Also for Whitney, for being patient with me.  For Howie, whom I almost left out of it.  And for JC, whom we all know is the true Sex God.

Wherein you will find sex, no plot, and Kevin.

Notice: Whitney's been asking for more BSB slash, especially BSB slash with Kevin, especially where Kevin's basically the Well-Hung Master of All Sex.  (My words, not hers.)  I keep writing other stuff.  Like *NSYNC slash.  And "Living," where everyone except Kevin gets laid.  And slash where Kevin's a bit, um, perverted.  This may not be any better...

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        Nick crawled up the bed, pausing to lick Kevin's balls.

        When Kevin's foot pushed at his stomach Nick laughed, raising his head, crawling up to lie beside Kevin.  "Couldn't help myself."

        Kevin's hand stroked down Nick's back, their long legs tangling.  "I like your mouth up here," he said, licking Nick's lower lip.

        "Not down here?" Nick asked, stroking Kevin's cock.

        "There's good too," Kevin admitted, pushing Nick back, climbing on top of him.  They kissed slowly, rubbing against each other, letting tension build.  As usual, Nick got impatient first.  When Nick rocked more insistently, Kevin reached for the lubricant.

        All smoothness rough.

        All sweetness salt.

        All words silence.

        Silenced.

        Until Howie screamed.

        With pleasure.

        And a bit of pain.

        But that was part of the pleasure.

        Maybe that was the pleasure.

        Quick sparks of pain heightened the slow, intense flares of pleasure.  For Howie, at least.  That's what made Howie feel good.  And Kevin knew how to make Howie feel good.

        Howie stopped screaming.

        Hard to scream with a ball gag in your mouth.

        Brian was beautiful.

        Talented.

        Energetic.

        And fun as hell in bed.

        In Kevin's bed, he was creative, sexy, and generous.  He teased and flirted, but he always followed through on it.  They laughed one moment and shuddered with ecstasy the next.

        Kevin couldn't wait to get Brian and Nick together.

        AJ was intense.

        In bed and out of it.

        Kevin embraced the challenge of controlling that intensity.

        Contain the fire.

        Watch it burn.

        Careful.

        Careful.