WANNABES
"Wannabes" are scenes that originally were written for "Sucker" but were deleted or rewritten along the way, shown here in their original form.
Since
these scenes are not part of "Sucker" and were in fact deliberately removed from
"Sucker," please do not take any of the plot points or expressed opinions as
actual "Sucker" canon. Whatever the guys say or think here in these scenes
is irrelevant to the overall "Sucker" plot.
"Sucker" (copyright 2002-2006 by Matthew Haldeman-Time) is rated NC-17 for
graphic male-male sex. The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC,
and O-Town 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.
2.) Howie, Erik ("Sucker" 59)
This is the original version of the sex scene between Howie and Erik after Howie
and "JC" have their romantic dinner. It also includes the morning after, version
one.
Having left a trail of clothes down the hallway, they entered the bedroom. Sinking back onto the pillows, Erik moaned as Howie dusted his neck with kisses. “JC,” Howie whispered, kissing him like he was an erotic treasure. “JC.”
Erik wanted to fuck something, and he wanted to know what he could do to keep that beautiful, powerful look in Howie’s eyes, and he wanted to keep floating in this trance. Intending to accomplish at least some of that, he reached for Howie’s underwear.
“No, JC, no,” Howie whispered, catching his hand and kissing it, kissing it, kissing it. “You don’t have to do anything, baby.” Howie pressed Erik’s hand to his face, and when Erik’s palm flattened against Howie’s cheek, Howie’s eyes closed briefly with what looked like a moment of love so strong it hurt. “I just want to love you,” Howie whispered, and kissed him again, like he was beautiful. “Just let me love you.”
These kisses were making his head spin, and the way Howie kept caressing his skin like he was an exotic animal was making him tremble with need. The sound of Howie in love made him warm inside; the sound of Howie in lust made him hard.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” Howie said, kissing his chest, slowly, sucking lightly, licking tenderly. “I’ve been dreaming of you just like this.” Howie’s hands stroked over his ribcage while Howie’s tongue teased his nipples. Shuddering, Erik ran a hand down Howie’s back, not knowing where he wanted Howie’s attention most. The wet stimulation on his nipples was making him crazy, but the throbbing in his dick begged.
God, all of the lust pouring off of Howie, Howie’s love, Howie’s longing, the worship in Howie’s touch, the unending desire in Howie’s kiss… “Howie, oh, oh…”
“I know, baby,” Howie whispered, kissing lower, down his stomach. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll always give you what you need.”
What he needed was, god, yes, that. Groaning, Erik turned his cheek against the soft pillows, trying to keep control as Howie’s tongue made love to his erection. “Howie… Howie, I can’t…”
“You’re so sexy, JC,” Howie said with obvious adoration, kissing down his thigh. No, no, his dick, his dick, god, he was so hard… “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never made love to someone as beautiful as you are.”
“I want you,” Erik said, his voice thick and urgent. “God, Howie.” He couldn’t take this. “Please, ah…”
“I love you so much,” Howie said, stroking up his chest, kissing his neck, kissing his mouth, and as Howie’s tongue swept over his lower lip, Howie’s hot, nearly naked body was against him, on him, burning skin against skin. Groaning anew, Erik filled his hands with smooth flesh, grinding up against Howie’s stomach, breaking out in fresh sweat. God, so hot, so good, if he could just-
“JC,” Howie whispered, and he felt Howie’s hand on his jaw, gently tipping his head back. Howie licked a slow, deliberate stripe up his neck and he shuddered, groaning, hips lifting to pursue Howie’s heat as Howie put space back between their bodies. His eyes opened, suffering, and Howie kissed him gently, whispering “JC” again. “I know what you want, baby, I’ll take care of everything. Roll over for me, JC, show me how beautiful you are.” Kissing his neck, Howie guided his hips, and Erik rolled onto his stomach as Howie’s kisses trailed back to his nape.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Oh, JC,” Howie whispered, his voice awed as his hands trailed down Erik’s back.
Rocking his erection into the mattress, Erik spread his thighs, pressing his forehead to the pillow and panting through parted lips. Adoring hands caressed his back, shaping his ass and rubbing his thighs, spreading them further. Howie’s constant stream of softly spoken, intensely felt desire kept him trapped in a haze of lust. Every time he tried to sneak a hand down to his dick, Howie gently stopped him. A meandering path of kisses left his skin fevered in anticipation of the next brush. When those kisses clustered at the base of his spine, he was already moaning incessantly, rock-hard, fucking the mattress as subtly as he could. He wanted it, he wanted-
“That’s what I want, JC, that’s it,” Howie murmured.
Howie was licking his ass. Howie was licking his ass. Oh, god, Howie was licking his ass.
The realization of it, the fact, made him nervous and anxious, broke through the trance, made him tense up. He wasn’t JC, he wasn’t gay like JC, he wasn’t into this like JC, he didn’t want this, this wasn’t, no, it…
It was… It felt…
It wasn’t supposed to be happening to him, this wasn’t…
Frowning, conflicted, unable to hold still, Erik didn’t know what the hell to do. He had to stop this. He had to get the hell away from this. But he didn’t know how Howie would react to that, and the uncertainty kept him in place.
Being licked back there, it felt weird. It felt new. It felt strange. Howie wasn’t going in, just licking at it and around it and over it. He’d showered before coming over, so he was clean, but that didn’t change the fact that Howie’s mouth was on his ass.
He couldn’t believe that Howie was licking his ass. And talking about how sexy he was.
And kind of…touching…back there, which made him squirm.
The stroke of Howie’s tongue felt kind of sexy in a forbidden way. The actual sensation of Howie’s attention was kind of turning him on, and it freaked him out that he might enjoy this. His face felt hot and his dick was swelling.
“That’s it, JC, that’s it,” Howie urged, licking. “I’ve been dreaming about this. When I close my eyes at night, you give yourself to me, just like this.”
Maybe it was okay to enjoy this. Maybe he could relax. Howie’s tongue felt weird-good, in a kinky way, like a guilty pleasure he didn’t want to get off on but was about to, anyway. Maybe if - - oh, god, okay, that felt good. Moaning, Erik shuddered as Howie’s thumb pressed right over his asshole, rubbing it. “H-Howie…”
“I know, JC,” Howie said, soothing, kissing. “I know what you want from me. Just hold on.”
Taking that advice, Erik gripped the pillow in front of him, burying his face in it and groaning as Howie pushed his thighs further apart. When the heat of Howie’s body seared his back, his ass, his thighs, as Howie eased down onto him, he expected to hear sweat sizzle. The length of Howie’s rigid erection fit into the groove of the cleft of his ass, and when Howie began to rock, Erik braced himself, biting down.
“JC,
JC,” Howie panted, one hand curled around Erik’s hip. “Come with me, JC, feel
it with me.”
Howie’s rhythm moved Erik, the force of each fluid thrust creating friction as his dick rubbed the mattress. Howie was on top of him, fucking him but not fucking him, riding him but not riding him, and his body loved it, and his mind was scared, but god, it felt so fucking good.
“Oh, I love you, JC, all I’ve wanted is to love you and be loved by you.” Howie’s voice was right in his ear, Howie’s weight pressing him down, Howie’s muscular body riding him in a constant roll of flesh on flesh. The lust and seduction in Howie’s voice entranced Erik as the feel of Howie’s lust burning over his body made him groan. He moved with Howie, moaning mindless yes after yes. The foreign sensation of Howie’s erection sliding against his ass made him want to tense up and deny Howie access to his body at the same time he wanted to open up and invite Howie in. He’d never felt anything like it before, the hardness pumping against him as Howie bore down, fucking. Grunting around the edge of pillow in his mouth, Erik made one last, desperate attempt to reach down for his own dick.
“No, JC,” Howie said, not just pulling Erik’s hand back but rolling him over again. “I’ll take care of you,” Howie promised, “I’ll always take care of you.”
As soon as he was on his back, Erik tugged Howie to his mouth, kissing with urgent aggression, pulling Howie onto his body again. Panting, Howie began to grind against him, erection to erection, Erik’s legs rising around Howie as their bodies rocked together.
“I’ll give you what you want,” Howie promised, kissing him hungrily, stroking his face.
“You, I want you.” Erik’s voice was breathless as he clutched Howie’s ass, encouraging the grinding motion of Howie’s hips. “God, Howie… Oh, unh…” Damn, oh, that felt, shit, yes…
“Come with me, come with me, share this with me,” Howie whispered, rocking faster. Howie’s kiss was passionate, and it left Erik gasping, needing. “I love you, JC, come with me.”
“I’m so,” oh, “so,” oh, god, “close…” Groaning, Erik dug his nails in, squeezing Howie’s hips between his thighs. “I’m so… Howie…”
“Come with me.” Howie’s breath was hot against Erik’s cheek. “Trust me, JC, let it out.”
“I trust you.” The heat in Howie’s gaze scalded Erik’s skin; the lust there was only outweighed by the love. “I,” oh, “trust,” god god god, it felt, his body, Howie’s thrusts, those eyes, that heat, “Howie!”
“JC, JC,” Howie panted, and the shuddering of Howie’s body against his vibrated through Erik, leaving both of them spent, sated.
Erik’s eyes closed. His breathing slowed.
Howie had almost kind of fucked him.
Howie loved JC in a way that only JC could really be worthy of.
He sort of liked having a little attention paid to his ass.
It was good to be JC.
Sweet, nuzzling kisses at his neck. Fingers gently, gently sneaking down to stroke his ass. Slight pressure against his asshole made him tense, in a good way and in a bad way.
“I love you.” Howie’s voice was quiet and confessional. “I didn’t think that I’d fall for you the way I did. I didn’t know that I’d love anyone this much. You surprised me, JC, you really did.” The intimate nature of Howie’s admission distracted Erik from the tender caressing below. “There have been times when loving you this much has really scared me. And there have been days when I would have given anything to know that you loved me back. But somehow, you always let me know. I never had to doubt.”
“You know how I feel about you,” Erik said, stroking Howie’s back. He kissed Howie’s cheek, and Howie’s face turned to his, and their mouths made love, slowly.
He wasn’t jealous of JC, because JC deserved Howie’s love. JC deserved to be seduced and worshipped. Still, Erik had never experienced a love this complete before, and he wished that he could keep it. But Howie’s love wasn’t for him. Never would be.
That was the way things should be. But Erik was glad that he’d gotten a chance to experience Howie from JC’s perspective.
Even if he couldn’t keep it.
[Erik wakes up from a drowning nightmare]
Erik was still in the bathroom.
Calmly, patiently, Howie ran his fingers through his hair, restoring order. Rolling onto his side, he turned his back to the bathroom door. With the sheet casually tangled between his legs, his ass was exposed, high and firm, not overly generous but with more curve to it than JC’s.
Snaking one hand down, Howie stroked himself into erection, his mind drifting off to particularly pleasant, vivid memories.
Behind him, the bathroom door opened.
Howie sighed, softly, hand working gently but rhythmically. He rocked his hips slightly, arching his back in a subtle imitation of JC for Erik’s benefit.
A certain floorboard creaked, telling him just where Erik was. Exactly where Howie wanted him to be.
Rolling fluidly onto his back, Howie sighed again, breathing JC’s name and squeezing his erection in slow rhythm, base to head. Then, with a particularly slow squeeze, he whispered, “Oh, Erik-Michael…”
Before Howie even got his next breath in, his hand was pushed aside and his erection was in Erik’s hand, down Erik’s throat. Sighing warmly, Howie rubbed the back of Erik’s head, letting Erik take over. With Lance, giving head was all about power and control and love and passion. With JC, it was all about skill, technique, experience, out-classing everyone else. With Erik, it was about lust and hunger and desire and the urgent need to get Howie off. Erik wanted to be as good as JC, yes, but he also recognized that it was more important first to be effective.
Howie held back, making Erik work for it, until Erik started moaning a little too loudly and he realized that Erik might come before he did. Stroking across Erik’s nape, Howie brought himself through orgasm, giving in to the suction of Erik’s mouth, making a quietly pleased sound.
“God, Howie,” Erik said, panting slightly.
“Mmm.” Gradually opening his eyes, Howie guided Erik up his body. Running his
fingers across Erik’s wet lips, he gave Erik his sexiest lazily satisfied
smile. “I love the feel of your mouth.”
“I love the feel of your everything,” Erik said, coming in for a kiss. He was horny, eager, and it wasn’t long before he was coming in Howie’s hand, jerking and groaning. When it was over, they lingered there, kissing slowly, stroking each other’s skin. Then, with a small, surprised kind of smile, Erik said, “It’s always this good.”
“What’s always good?” Howie asked, kissing him again, rubbing against him sinuously. Howie knew even more seductive tricks than JC; he just chose to be more selective about pulling them out. Nick had trained JC to be on constantly.
“Sex with you and JC,” Erik said. “I thought it seemed exciting at first because it was new and it was different and it was, you know, exotic and forbidden. I thought it would get weird or gross or scary at some point and I’d lose interest in it. But it’s still as good as it was in the beginning. I think it’s even better.”
Howie smiled, kissing him, amused. “You aren’t bored?”
Laughing, Erik squeezed Howie’s ass. “Do I seem bored?”
“Mmm.” Howie rocked subtly against Erik’s growing arousal. “I love how fast
you are.”
“I can’t believe how much I want you,” Erik panted, grinding against him. “Sometimes all I can think about is fucking you.”
“Oh, Erik-Michael,” Howie breathed, moving with him. “Ah…”
“You feel…so…”
Howie smiled to himself, sliding his fingers down the cleft of Erik’s ass.
“Wait, Howie…oh…” Erik wanted to protest but was losing steam, fast, as his body responded to Howie’s caress.
Rocking, grinding against Erik’s hard-on to keep him distracted, Howie pushed one finger up against Erik’s asshole, rubbing gently.
“Oh, oh, Howie, god…god, that’s…yes…” Groaning, Erik rolled Howie onto his back, fucking against him, kissing him with lust. “I just…unh…I want…want you… Oh, god, Howie…”
Waiting, Howie rocked along with Erik’s thrusts, caressing Erik’s asshole, mentally making plans for his next conversation with JC. Eventually, Erik came, and Howie kissed him as his sated body calmed.
Erik squirmed, glancing back over his shoulder. “You have to stop doing that.”
Still rubbing gently, Howie smiled. “Really?”
Erik laughed. “Yeah, really.”
Howie stopped stroking but kept his hand splayed comfortably over Erik’s ass; Erik relaxed noticeably. “You didn’t seem to mind it last night,” Howie teased, and when his hand squeezed, Erik blushed.
“Last night was about you and JC.” Erik shrugged uneasily. “It felt okay to my body, but it fucks up my head.” He met Howie’s eyes. “I don’t like it.”
“I care about you a lot, Erik-Michael.” Howie was on his back under Erik, which put Erik in the superior physical position; he kept his expression understanding and his voice soft, non-threatening. “I wouldn’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But I also don’t want to deny your body anything, and if there’s something that feels good, I don’t see any real harm in trying it.”
Erik frowned, like he wanted to argue.
Before he could speak, Howie continued. “I want you to know that you can trust me. JC and I have trusted you in ways we’d never trust anyone else, and I want you to understand that you can do the same with us.”
“It’s not about not trusting you,” Erik said.
“Maybe it is,” Howie said gently. “You know that I want to make love to you, and you think that I have ulterior motives for wanting to explore your pleasure.”
Erik grinned a little. “Well, yeah.”
Howie smiled at him. “I can’t blame you. So why don’t you try it with JC? Let him touch you. Then you can find out what feels good and what you like, with someone you know doesn’t want anything else from you.”
“It’s kind of weird for things to feel good there, isn’t it?” Erik asked.
“Every inch of your body can be an erogenous zone,” Howie said. “If you know what you’re doing.”
With a grin, Erik asked, “Every inch?”
Slowly dragging his forefinger across Erik’s chest, Howie winked. “Every inch.”