You Must Love Me

By: Angel
Pairing: Brian/Nick
Rated: R, NC-17
Copyright 2001
Summary: Nick has just told Brian that he loves him and it is about an hour before Brian‘s wedding to BitchAnne. Oops, I mean LeighAnne... actually no I don’t. I meant BitchAnne.
Disclaimer: Never happened as far as I know. Product of my sick, sick mind.
Notes: I got inspired by listening to Madonna’s “You Must Love Me” from the Evita soundtrack.
Dedication: To all of my loyal readers. Here’s something different that I hope you enjoy. I love you all. I would kiss you but I doubt you want me to kiss you. I have a really bad cold.

I just finished telling him I love him. I honestly don’t know what the hell came over me! I waited until the freaking day of his wedding to let him know.

You are probably wondering what exactly happened so I will tell you but first, let me give you a little background.

My name is Nicholas Gene Carter. Yes the Backstreet Boy. You may now scream. Haha, just kidding.

Brian and I have known each other for about nine years. That is a very long time when you think about it. A lot can happen in nine years and a lot has happened in the last nine years. I have gone from a little boy to a big boy. Just kidding again y’all.

We, as a group, have gone from total obscurity to overwhelming fame. It’s a nice feeling to know that all of our hard work has paid off but at times I wonder what would have happened if we had never gotten signed and went our separate ways.

Obviously, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with my best friend and he probably would‘ve never met what‘s her boobs in the first place. Kevin and AJ wouldn’t be fucking the hell out of each other like they do everyday and Howie wouldn’t feel like the outcast of the group. But we did get signed and all of the above mentioned was and is happening.

On the earlier days, Brian and I came together because we had so much in common. We were both the most homesick. We were both into the same things and had similar senses of humor. That has changed.

We used to bunk together in rooms just for the hell of it. In the beginning we had to, but later on, we chose to do it just to be close together.

He had always had a girlfriend. Since I met him. He was dating a girl named Samantha. She was very nice to me and very understanding to him so there was no reason for me to hate her but... I did. I hated her very much and I didn’t know why.

Even though he and Samantha had been dating for like three years, the time we spent on the road was very lonely.

He often complained about not being able to kiss anyone and I would shyly admit that I had never kissed anyone before.

I guess you can see where this is going. You can add two and to together and get four. The loneliness and desperation for human affection, the homesickness, the sexual frustration and the raging hormones of a teenager. Add that all up and you get.... experimentation.

Brian and I would fool around almost every night after a show. He was the one that taught me how to kiss, how to suck cock, and how to fuck.

It was like our ritual. He would let me suck his cock then suck mine then he would fuck me until I couldn’t remember my name. Those were good times. A lot of fun for the both of us.

Slowly, I started to admire more and more of Brian. Physically I mean. He has such a beautiful body. His arms so toned and defined. His legs so manly and perfect. His cock so incredibly long and amazingly thick. I think I fell in love with his cock.

I would look forward to our nights of passion. He would release all his sexual tension on me and I loved it. He pounded into me with such fury, I felt I would break but loved every single second.

Brewing in the back of my mind was something besides lust. I would no longer just look forward to our nights together but actually cry my eyes out if for some reason he didn’t fuck me. I started depending a lot more on the taste of his seed on my tongue and on the feel of his cock deep inside me.

When he wasn’t with me, I would literally get suicidal. I was becoming addicted to Brian. Then he met “it.” You know who I mean. We still had our nights of passion but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t quite as passionate and would never ever kiss me anymore. He would just fuck me and leave.

Little by little we started drifting apart. You see, BitchAnne doesn’t like me for some reason. I have heard her say that I am a pest and an immature overgrown kid. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even want me at their wedding but Brian told her that wasn’t her decision to make.

I received the invitation by mail and actually thought about not going but I knew it would hurt Brian beyond belief and you’re not supposed to hurt the people you love. That’s right, I love him. I had fallen madly in love with him the first time we made love.

I chose to come to make him happy and until five minutes ago, I didn’t know that I was going to be telling him I loved him.

I guess you want to hear about the first time he made love to me. The night I fell in love with the human form of perfection.

Well, it was right after a show we had in Manchester, England.

We ran back to my room at the hotel and he quickly closed the door behind him. He kissed me softly on the lips and congratulated me on a great show. I, of course, thanked him and proceeded to take a shower.

After a couple of minutes in the shower, I felt his strong arms around my waist and bringing my back closer to him. He started to kiss my shoulder and neck softly then whispered something like “let’s get out of here.”

I followed him back into the room, waiting for his next move. He gently pushed me down to the bed as he moved over me. He began to kiss me with a lust that I had never tasted in his kisses but I responded. While kissing me and without any warning, he slid his cock inside my virgin hole.

I immediately broke the kiss to let out a yell of pain. He was huge!

He continued kissing me to silence my cries and every once in a while whisper how much he loved being inside me.

About fifteen minutes into it, I was really enjoying it. His huge cock had me stretched out nicely and all I felt was pleasure. Incredible pleasure as he filled me perfectly again and again.

He moved in and out of me expertly. He kept looking down at his huge cock disappear deep inside my tightness. I think this made him even hornier because soon enough he was picking up the pace and he was no longer being gentle. He was just pounding into me like it would be the last time he fucked anyone and I loved it. That huge thick cock was the most amazing thing I had ever seen and felt.

A few minutes later, his thrusts became wild and he erupted inside me. I felt his juices filling me up and felt my body almost drink them up.

Afterwards, he just fell on me and we slept like that. Joined by his cock.

Now back to the present. I stand before him having just uttered the words “I love you and you should be with me... not her.”

He is looking back at me and I am waiting for a reaction. Anything would be good right now. This silence is deafening. As I wait, the lyrics to Madonna’s “You Must Love Me” run through my head.

Where do we go from here
This isn't where we intended to be
We had it all
You believed in me
I believed in you

Certainties disappear
What do we do
For our dream to survive?
How do we keep all our passions alive
As we used to do?

Deep in my heart
I’m concealing
Things that I’m longing to say
Scared to confess
What I’m feeling
Frightened you’ll slip away.
You must love me
You must love me

Why are you at my side?
How can I be any use to you now?
Give me a chance
And I’ll let you see how
Nothing has changed

Deep in my heart
I’m concealing
Things that I’m longing to say
Scared to confess
What I’m feeling
Frightened you’ll slip away.
You must love me
You must love me
You must love me.

“Nick?”

Oh my god. Here it goes. He’s speaking.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too, baby. Why did it take you this long?”