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Title: "Always and Forever" (a challenge story)
Nick Carter ran off stage following behind his four friends. He was still pumped with adrenaline from the performance--though he'd felt exhausted earlier in the day.
It had been a grueling day with a radio interview and the usual 'meet and greet' and a short rehearsal for the changes in the stage dimensions. Then--of course--the concert performance.
They were all in surly moods. They'd been traveling the day before to reach this venue--and had performed two nights in a row prior to the day spent on the bus.
Brian Littrell was fighting a cold and was keeping his throat constantly bundled against chilling. Nick felt sorry for Brian who was struggling with a sore throat and the sniffles on top of everything else.
A.J. McLean was constantly sniping at Kevin Richardson--who was doing a slow burn rather than take a clear snipe back.
Poor Howie Dorough was constantly plastering a forced smile on his face as he tried to move back and forth among the men--still hopeful he could keep the peace even under the worst possible conditions.
Nick reflected that it would have been easier if they hadn't been in such a damned cold climate. How he hated being cold! Winter tours were just the worst. He imagined a nice big overstuffed chair with a fire burning merrily away in front of him. And him sitting there wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and drinking a steaming cup of cocoa.
Wow--no hotel rooms that smelled strange. No uncomfortable bed with flat pillows. No cramped tour bus. No miserable weather and unhappy friends. No trying to get up for an interview only to be asked what underwear he liked to wear. And maybe he could actually sit on a sofa and have someone beside him. Someone to snuggle his face against...
They were ushered abrubtly to the waiting vehicle--and crammed together like sweating sardines. Nick was relieved when they finally reached the hotel and could shower. Kevin had insisted they wait when he'd seen the bath facilities at the venue and deemed them 'unacceptable.'
Nick just wanted to shower and go to bed. He felt lousy. He hoped he wasn't coming down with a cold like Brian.
After a lukewarm shower that struck his body only as high as Nick's midsection, he quickly dried his hair and donned flannel p.j.s. Then he brushed his teeth, snapped off the lights and practically jumped into bed.
But once wrapped in the blankets, Nick found it impossible to wind down enough to sleep.
Maybe if I just jerked off I could relax, he thought, reaching a hand into the front of his pajamas.
Nick considered. I'll need a good fantasy. "Who should I think about?" he whispered aloud.
He suddenly saw his four friends dancing across stage and knew who he wanted to fantasize about. Now he just needed to come up with a good scenario.
Nick's hand pressed tightly against his rising erection as he began to imagine a pleasant diversion...
[That was the 'frame'--here's my own ending--Nik:]
He could see Brian's sweet face--picture his friend's 'smile' shaped mouth and shining eyes. Brian was one of the most perpetually happy people Nick knew.
Time shifted. And Nick's hand became the hand of his friend--the much older and wiser Brian. It was weird how the guy talked like such a backwoods hick! But teasing Brian about his twang had quickly turned to following him around.
Nick was suddenly a teenager wanting so badly to be a grown-up--who had found a 'bestest' friend in the older fun-loving Brian.
He could hear Brian speaking. Brian's voice was encouraging Nick to be calm and to be quiet. They could be overheard. That would be bad. They must be good boys.
No, God wouldn't mind if they helped each other and kept one another away from temptation. That would please God. They could be close and loving with each other and respect the virtue of the girls they met and spent time with.
This seemed like a plan to Nick. To spend most of his nights snuggling against his friend and using his hands to touch and please Brian. And having Brian do the same with him.
It was warm and it was exciting and it gave Nick a release he'd never known before. Youthful Nick had learned about his own body and how it worked from his closest pal. And he'd learned about giving pleasure from the same person. These were the lessons he had carried with him into adulthood.
Brian had become Nick's other self. Half of what he was. They were Frick and Frack--and did everything together. This was the most important relationship in Nick's life and it was forever. His family was important and so were the other Backstreet Boys--but Brian was special. Girls came and went--and later women entered Nick's life. But no one ever came into the spot reserved for Brian.
That place was sacrosanct--reserved only for Brian.
And at night they'd touch. And sometimes--when things were especially good--they might even press their lips against each others' necks or cheeks.
Then they both grew older--and these simple bussings turned into more serious necking.
They would experiment. Touching became more careful--and they explored each other more completely. They didn't always focus as intently on their genitals--but let their hands feel the sinews and muscles of legs, arms, chests and backs.
And necking, too, became more involved and interesting. Lips traced lips now--and finally kissing no longer seemed like such a strange thing.
Then kissing began to include nips and clashing teeth and--finally--tongues. Nick giggled and tugged harder on his penis as he remembered the first time Brian had put his tongue into Nick's mouth.
Nick had gagged and pulled away--shocked beyond speaking. But Brian had simply pulled him close in a near 'bearhug.' Then the tongue had come back--and Nick had felt it just barely touching his tongue and had been amazed at the sudden rush of heat to his groin.
Soul kissing wasn't awful after all! What an incredible surprise that had been. Brian's breath and tongue entering his mouth had been too sweet for words. Nick hadn't been able to hold back his orgasm for long that night.
It was little wonder on nights like this one--nights when his jumpy nerves and excited mind still danced and sang on the 'forever-stage' inside him--that Nick beckoned Brian into his bed and felt Brian's imaginary embraces.
It was just what he'd felt so many times in the past.
Nick knew he was going to come. Should have gotten a kleenex or hand towel, he thought. Too late.
He spurted and could feel his heart pounding in his chest--feel the beat in his stomach.
Then his breathing slowed and Nick knew he was halfway to sleep already. He was no longer cold and no longer jumpy and no longer lonely. He could almost feel Brian beside him--feel Brian's arms around him.
Sleep came and Nick dreamed. And he and Brian romped together on a sunny beach.
Nick knew when the sun finally disappeared into the sea he and Brian would go back to a shared room and lie wrapped together. And Nick would have Brian--always and forever.
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