Alla
Copyright November 4, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing: Brian Littrell/Nick Carter
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, the Savage Garden slashers, and the people on Bonnie's BSB slash list who've been supporting me and tolerating this weird, rambling series.
Wherein Nick relaxes, begs, and gets more than he asked for but all that he wanted.
Notice: This is the twelfth in a series. The series ends here! There's no more! That's it! Go home!
First, Nick relaxed. Once he calmed down, his casual attitude put Brian at ease. All day long, they were Frick and Frack just like always. At night, either Brian came to his room or he went to Brian's, so that they never spent a night separated. Sometimes he got naked; sometimes he didn't. They'd lost all concept of personal space, but there wasn't anything sexual about it during the day. And at night, even though their bodies were obviously more than ready, Brian never kissed him anymore.
Before, when he'd drawn Brian's attention to his desire, Brian actually had taken it very, very well. Brian was such a good, generous, understanding friend that even while firmly denying him, Brian still was compassionate. It was focusing on Brian's desire that threw Brian for a loop.
Nick waited until Brian was back to normal. When Brian was fun, relaxed, smiling, happy Brian once more, he spent a few days enjoying it, and then he made his move.
He went to Brian's hotel room. The door was unlocked for him, but Brian was already in bed. He locked the door and crossed the floor, getting into the bed, climbing right on top of Brian, stopping there on his hands and knees.
"Hey," Brian said.
The room was dark, but his eyes were adjusting. "Brian..." He reached for one of Brian's hands, found it, held it. "Brian," and he let all of his longing and unfulfilled need color his voice, "I want you, I want you so much, please," and he took Brian's hand and pulled it down and cupped it around his hard-on, held it there, pressed Brian's hand to him through his boxers. It felt so fucking fucking fucking good that he couldn't help but moan. Brian tried to pull free, but he held on, and the exquisite friction that aborted movement produced made his cock twitch in excited response, and that was when Brian gave off the softest, sweetest moan of want. Nick said, "Oh god, Brian, please," and rocked his hips just once into their hands.
"Nick, I can't," Brian said.
"Please," he whispered, "Brian, please, I want you so much, I can't do this anymore, I need you, please." He gave another minute thrust, and Brian's hand tightened reflexively. God that felt good. Nick was going to cream his shorts any second now. "Brian, please."
"Oh, Nick," Brian said, and he sounded so...sad. "Come here." Brian reached up and pulled him down, and then he rested on top of Brian's body. He let go of Brian's hand and put both hands to the pillow instead, not trusting himself not to touch Brian otherwise. Brian's erection was a hard rod pushing into his hip. Brian's left hand came up to the back of his head, petting his hair. And Brian's right hand let go of him, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming with disappointment, but then Brian's hand was slipping inside his boxers, naked skin on naked skin, Brian's fingers curling around his dick. It didn't take more than that touch, Brian's fingers closing around him with a thumb brushing past the head, for him to come, all over Brian's hand, on himself, on Brian.
He didn't know whether he'd screamed or not. He couldn't stop shaking, his face in Brian's shoulder.
"It's okay," Brian said softly by his ear, stroking his hair. "Do you want another one?"
What?!
Brian's hand came out of his boxers, and then Brian was pushing at him. "Sit up a little." So he did, not knowing where to look. He'd thought he could be so cool and seductive and in control about this, but the actual fact of having Brian's hand on his cock had knocked him on his ass, and now he didn't know what to do.
Brian helped him out of his T-shirt, then tugged down his boxers, so he raised his hips and Brian slid them off all of the way. Brian wiped him off with his T-shirt, and he was completely self-conscious. He was shy now, and even knowing that, he didn't know how to stop it. Brian guided him over, and he laid down on his back, head on the pillow, and he watched Brian come over him, kneeling over him, leaning in close.
"You're beautiful, Nick," and then there was a hand, Brian's hand, on his cock. Brian just looked into his eyes and touched his cock, and Brian was really really close but not actually resting on top of him. The touch started out gentle, idle, just sort of learning the area. Brian's hand ventured down over his thighs, and across his hips, and back toward his balls. "So beautiful." Brian's hand got a little more serious, and so did Nick's cock.
Was this how Brian touched himself? Nick couldn't help but imagine it, how Brian might touch himself, how Brian might look doing that. Oh, it felt too good, "Brian, please..." Oh, his body arched, that felt damned good, oh, yes...god... When he got his eyes open again Brian looked hungry, hungry for him. Brian wanted him, Brian was lusting after him, Brian wanted him right this minute right this second and he came.
At which point, after his second orgasm that close, he would've passed out and slept for a while. That was kind of draining. But then his whole system got a shock that kept him awake. Brian was on top of him, weight on his body. And Brian was still touching his hypersensitive cock, and Brian's hips were rocking Brian's erection against him ever-so-slightly, and Brian's mouth was on his neck.
He stared at the ceiling. Was he supposed to say something? Do something?
Okay, the mouth on the neck thing felt incredible, hot and wet, and Brian was licking him, and his body felt charged all over again. But the hand on the cock thing wasn't quite as good, because he was too sensitive and he'd already come twice.
Brian moved very, very slowly. Nick wondered if Brian were trying to make him one giant hickey.
By the time Brian got down to his nipples, he decided that if Brian didn't come soon, he'd call a doctor.
By the time, what felt like about a year later, that Brian got to his navel, and he was ready for his next orgasm, please, Brian's hand had left his cock. He was beginning to have extremely X-rated thoughts about where Brian's mouth might be willing to go.
Finally, finally, finally, finally Brian got to the good stuff. And Brian got vocal. He was the one getting a tongue on his balls and Brian was the one moaning. He heard moans and groans and little whispered snatches of phrases. Nick, meanwhile, was quiet. He had no idea what the hell was happening in Brian's head, but he didn't want to disturb it. So he bit his fist and closed his eyes and spread his thighs.
Oh holy motherfucking...oh...god...Nick tried to suck in air, raising his hips. He'd fantasized about that, about that too, about all of this, everything, but he'd had no idea, he'd never imagined, it all felt so...it was...oh...Christ...
And then Brian was gone.
Nick tried to catch his breath and tried to find his brain but he couldn't, he couldn't, and then Brian was back, and the other pillow was pulled from beside his head and put under his hips. And then Brian's suddenly wet fingers were...and Nick had done that to himself, at least, but it was so different and exciting and strange to have someone else do it, a little scary, but he trusted Brian, he even trusted this Brian who obviously wasn't Brian at all but some strange person in Brian's body, and then the strange person in Brian's body was in his body, too, and Brian gave this shockingly satisfied moan, and he raised his hips, and it felt so intense and so unexpected and so perfect and so much and there was fullness and pressure and movement and fireworks and everything was too fast and lasted forever and Brian's fingers were on his cock and he came and Brian came and hey, he wasn't a virgin anymore.
It was weird, he didn't know what to do now, and Brian's cock left his body, and he was afraid to open his eyes. A gentle hand pulled his fist away from his mouth, and then Brian kissed him, kissed him nice and slow and deep. Mmm.
"I love you," Brian said, half on top of him and half beside him, caressing his chest. "Nick, look at me."
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Nope."
"I love you. I need you."
"Why?"
There was a pause. "Tonight is the first time I've ever felt complete. I didn't even know what I was missing."
"I did."
"I was afraid. We already had so much, I was afraid that something would go wrong and I'd lose you."
"You can't lose me. I'm here for good." He opened his eyes and met Brian's gaze. "I love you. Please tell me we're doing that again."
"Tomorrow."
"Every night."
"Every night." Brian kissed him. "Get some sleep."
"There's stuff on me."
"So go wash it off."
"You could lick it off."
"Oh, I could?"
"I want a blow job."
"So do I, but you don't see me fussing about it."
"Please? Please, Brian? Just one? Come on. I'll give you one."
"You don't even know how."
"You can teach me. Do it to me first so I know what it's like."
"You already came three times."
"I can do it again. Come on, please? Just one?"
"Tomorrow."
"I have to wait? All day?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Nick grinned and laughed and hugged Brian and kissed him. "Then tomorrow night, can you let me practice on you?"
Brian smiled and kissed him. "Okay. You might need lots of practice, though."
"Lots and lots and lots of...mmm...practice." He ran his fingers down Brian's body and touched Brian's cock. He gasped softly at the feel of it, sweet fine satin, heavy and warm. It twitched and he gasped again and Brian said his name a little in protest but mostly out of want, and he ran his fingers down it, back up, feeling all over, investigating the flare and the round head, and he pushed Brian back and slid down and looked at it close up, seeing it hard and tall and flushed. He couldn't resist, it looked so good, he leaned in and licked it, one broad swipe from base to head, and then he did it again, slower, licked up and then up again, tracing the vein, and then he found pre-cum when he got to the top one time, so he stayed there and licked up the salty bitter stuff, and he liked it, mmm, oh yeah, this was good, so good, yes, more, and he closed his mouth over the head, took Brian's cock into his mouth and pulled off again, licked all over and then took the head again and licked at it and sucked on it and then Brian's hand pushed at his shoulder and he took Brian's hand in his and laced their fingers and Brian came, squeezing his hand hard, jetting hot cum in his mouth. He tried not to choke, damn it, how in hell did people do this?
He'd just have to keep practicing.