Author: MistressCyberia aka charlotte ;)
Pairing: AJ/Brian/Kevin/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: i horde it all in a little folder and read it over and over again like a psycho....feed my obsession... MistressCyberia@hotmail.com
Notes: This is basically a really long visual. The plot is there so I cram as much smut possible in...so just ignore the plot holes big enough to drive a tour bus through, and look at all the nice smut!! Also, this is completely AU...the Backstreet Boys don't exist, it's just these gorgeous guys. And I have exaggerated some characteristics of the guys for the sake of humor, so please read it with a sense of humor!
Warnings: I think i may have managed to make the sequel more depraved than the original...didnt think it was possible huh? lets see...the following story may contain: Violence, smut, language, bondage, abuse, knifeplay, bloodplay, gunplay, incest, fisting, random sheep, naughty acts in a church, and misuse of a sock. i think that covers everything...i might've missed something, but i think you get the idea
Disclaimer: i have not yet saved up enough to buy the backstreet boys....only enough for tickets to their show (well...not really, i owe crystal $50) therefore, I dont own them...yet. All sheep are property of Crystal's deranged childhood mind.
Chapter 4“You hit me.” Kevin’s voice is hollow and amazed.
“I’m sorry Kevin, I didn’t mean to – ”
“You hit me!”
I poke my head up over the side of the bed just in time to see Nick wince and begin to back up towards the door, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he mumbles, over and over.
Kevin follows him with those incredible electric eyes, still and silent for a split second before lunging towards him and knocking him to the floor. “You hit me, you little bitch!”
Nick curls up on the ground, still sobbing, “I’m sorry!”
Kevin straddles him, trapping Nick’s jaw in his hand. “You’re sorry?” He gives Nick’s head a hard shake. “You’re sorry? You hit me! What in the fuck could have possibly been thinking?”
Nick’s eyes squeeze shut, his face blotchy and covered with wayward strands of golden hair. “I don’t know!”
“You don’t know?”
I can taste the barely contained rage in Kevin’s voice.
He gives Nick another hard shake. “You don’t know? Well there’s a surprise. Tell me Nick, is there anything in that little blond head of yours? Anything at all? Or are you just a complete idiot?”
“Please stop!” Nick sobs.
“Why, Nick? Because the truth hurts?”
Nick whimpers and Kevin’s fingers bite deeper into his face. “Well, Nick? Answer the damn question! Does it hurt to be told what a dumb fuck you are?”
Nick continues to cry silently and Kevin shoves his head back, releasing his jaw with a disgusted sigh.
“You just can’t do anything right, can you? It’s a simple question, Nick. As simple as changing a roll of toilet paper. Oh, but wait, you can’t do that either, can you?” Nick stops crying. “What?”
“How many times have I told you, Nick? When a roll of toilet paper runs out, you change it!”
Nick just stares up at him with a bewildered look.
“I was stranded, Nick. Stranded!”
“Stranded?” Nick repeats carefully.
“Yes Nick, stranded. As in, I needed toilet paper and there wasn’t any.”
Okay, this is just cracking me up. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.
“Is that why you’ve been so mad at me?” Nick asks cautiously.
“I don’t think you understand the position you put me in, Nick. I don’t ever want to go through something like again, understand?”
Nick nods solemnly. “I promise I’ll never do it again, Kevin.”
Kevin sighs and climbs off Nick. “You promise a lot of things, Nick.”
Nick sits up and curls his fist against Kevin’s chest. “I mean it.”
Kevin picks Nick’s hand off his chest and settles it in his lap, stroking Nick’s knuckles absentmindedly. “I know you mean it. But that doesn’t mean you’ll remember.”
Nick nods furiously, hair flying around his face. “I will. I promise. I’ll make a sign and hang it up in the bathroom to be sure I don’t forget. Please Kevin. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t be mad at me anymore.” Nick’s voice cracks with emotion as he stares into Kevin’s face with wide, pleading eyes. “It hurts more than when you beat me. It hurts more than anything.”
Kevin shakes his head slightly. “I just don’t know.”
“Oh!” Nick shoots up off the floor. “I almost forgot.”
Now Kevin looks confused. “What?”
But Nick’s already out the bedroom door.
A soft, warm touch on my thigh causes me to look down. Brian peers up at me with a helpless, pained expression that immediately sobers me.
“Can we please go?” he whispers.
I draw his hand into mine and press my lips to the back of his wrist. “Soon, baby. Soon.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him into my lap, gently stroking his hair. Silent tears slip down his face.
I look up as Nick marches back into the room, waving a sheet of paper proudly. “I made this for you, Kevin.” He hands it to the older man almost shyly.
Kevin takes the paper from Nick’s hand and looks at it carefully.
After a long moment, he lifts his face to Nick’s. “You did this for me?” he asks softly.
Nick nods, blond hair falling in his eyes.
In one graceful motion, Kevin stands up and gently brushes the hair out of Nick’s eyes. His long fingers caress Nick’s cheek, and he draws Nick’s face towards his until their lips meet in a simple, sweet kiss.
After a moment they break apart and Kevin rests his forehead against Nick’s. “Thank you, Puppy.”
Nick lifts up his head. “So you’re not mad anymore?”
Kevin touches his fingertips to the underside of Nick’s chin. “You know I can never stay mad at you, Puppy.”
Nick smiles hugely, throwing his arms around Kevin and spinning them both around.
Kevin’s laughter is rich and deep. He brings them to a stop and cups Nick’s face in his hand, kissing him gently. His hands slip into Nick’s hair, tugging lightly.
Nick’s mouth opens and Kevin’s tongue slips inside. A low moan escapes Nick’s throat and he begins to grind his hips against the older man’s.
Kevin’s hands slide down Nick’s shoulders and flatten against his chest, fingertips teasing his nipples. Nick’s head lolls back and he groans, and Kevin plants a line of kisses down his throat. Kevin presses a kiss to one rosy nipple, then to the other, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before closing his mouth over it and sucking. Nick’s hands tangle in Kevin’s hair and Kevin pushes him back onto the bed, biting the underside of his jaw and running his hand up the inside of Nick’s thigh.
Nick bucks and moans as Kevin’s fingers press against his erection.
“Kevin?”
Kevin presses a kiss to the space below Nick’s ear. “Yes, Puppy?”
“Can I…I mean, could you…um…”
“What?”
Nick chews on his bottom lip nervously. “Do you think I could wear the collar?”
A slow smile spreads across Kevin’s face and he nods. “Of course, Puppy.” He drops a kiss on the tip of Nick’s nose, and Nick’s face scrunches up in pleasure.
Nick giggles and grins as Kevin climbs off him and heads to the closet.
Brian sniffles and shifts in my lap. “You’re poking me.”
I chuckle quietly. “Sorry, Bri.”
Kevin returns to the bed where Nick is sitting up, anxiously squirming around on the bedspread.
Kevin looks at him admonishingly. “Sit still, Puppy.”
Nick is instantly quiet, but his eyes sparkle with anticipation.
A small smile hides in Kevin’s lips as he slides a wide leather collar around Nick’s neck, fastening it in the back. The collar has several large steel rings attached to it, and Kevin loops his finger through one and tugs.
“Look what else I found, Puppy.” Kevin pulls out a .357 SIG Sauer.
It’s a pretty nice fucking gun. Nick seems to think so, anyway. His eyes grow huge and so does his cock.
Kevin laughs. “I see you remember it.” He pulls Nick forward by the ring in his collar. His lips trace the golden arch of Nick’s eyebrows before placing a kiss at the outside corner of his eye.
He runs the muzzle of the gun down the side of the blonde’s face and Nick moans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Kevin…”
Kevin lodges the gun in the soft flesh under Nick’s jaw as he kisses him deep and open-mouthed.
Nick groans loudly and Brian winces. “I want to leave, A.J.”
I stroke his taut little stomach and settle my lips next to his ear. “I know, but we have to wait until it’s safe. Like last time, remember?”
He pouts so prettily. “This is wrong.”
I chuckle and kiss the outer shell of his ear. “Yep, just like last time. Except for one thing.” My fingers slide down his belly to tangle in his pubic hair and stroke his balls.
He shifts again and moans softly. “No, A.J., not now.”
I kiss the delicate skin behind his ear. “Why not? We have some time to kill.” I enclose his cock in my hand and begin to pump gently.
He arches against me and makes a strangled noise in his throat. “Stop.” he gasps.
“Shhh. They’ll hear you.” I whisper in his ear.
I peer up over the edge of the bed to see the barrel of the gun in Nick’s mouth, his pink tongue weaving over the slide, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy.
“A.J.!” Brian pants. I realize my grip on his dick has tightened and I’m pumping him faster. Warm sweat coats his shoulders and chest, and I drop my face down to nibble the back of his neck, gently rubbing the head of my cock against the base of his spine.
Brian tastes like melted butter on the tip of my tongue, flavorful hot pleasure, rolling through my body.
A strangled moan draws my attention back to the bed, where Nick is on his hands and knees, rocking his hips back and forth as Kevin works the SIG into his ass, slowly fucking him with it. Kevin’s other is wrapped around Nick’s cock, working it gently.
My hand creeps to my own cock, wedged between Brian’s writhing body and my stomach.
“A.J., I…shit…” Brian’s breathing is heavy, and it’s obvious he’s close.
“Still want me to stop?” I murmur, slowing down my pace a little.
Brian muffles a moan and shakes his head. I grip my own cock and slowly work my hand up and down the shaft, my knuckles dragging against Brian’s spine.
“You want it, Puppy?” Kevin teases from the bed. The gun’s now pressed into the back of Nick’s neck and Kevin is making small circles around Nick’s asshole with the tip of his dick.
I swallow a groan as I increase the pace of both my hands, causing Brian to buck in my lap.
Kevin pushes inside Nick, gripping the blonde’s hip with his free hand. His hand slides up Nick’s back and grabs onto a ring attached to his collar, yanking Nick’s head back and digging the gun deeper into the base of his skull.
“Tell me you want it!”
Nick gasps and shudders. “Yes! I want it Kevin, I want it!”
Brian’s fingers are digging into my thighs and his eyes are squeezed shut, his cock throbbing insistently in my hand. I pinch the head and that’s all it takes for him to come, warm and sticky, dripping over my fingers.
Brian’s orgasm triggers mine and I bite down on his shoulder to keep from groaning out loud. Brian slumps against me, each of my harsh breaths pushing against his back. I can feel his heart pounding next to mine.
“It hurts.” he whispers.
“I know, baby.” I press a kiss to his temple. “Just hold on a little longer.” My head rests on Brian’s shoulder, my tongue occasionally licking the bite mark I made.
There’s a loud series of moans from the bed and I know they’ve finished.
After a few minutes I peel myself away from Brian, laying him gently on the floor. His eyelashes flutter up at me, masking eyes laced with suffering. I let my gaze travel down his body, to the dark and swollen flesh of his legs.
He needs a damn doctor.
I slowly peer up over the edge of the bed to see Kevin and Nick fast asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, I head into the living room and call an ambulance, then slip back into the bedroom, accidentally stepping on Nick’s drawing.
I pick it up and squint at it in the dim light. It looks like a sheep wearing a sombrero.
I don’t think I want to know.
I drop the drawing back onto the floor and head for the dresser. I rummage around in the drawers, grabbing some t-shirts and a pair of sweat pants.
The sweat pants are too long on me, but fortunately they have a drawstring waist. I roll up the bottom of the pants and slip the shirt over my head. It hangs down to the middle of my thighs.
“Brian?” I whisper. His eyelids flutter and he moans softly.
I sit down on the floor next to him and shake his shoulder gently. “Brian, you gotta get up. The ambulance will be here in a few minutes and I want you to slip this shirt on.” There’s no way I’m gonna get pants on him. But the shirts are big enough that they should keep his churchboy modesty intact.
“Ambulance?” Brian’s voice is hoarse and cracks slightly. He shakes his head.
“C’mon Churchboy, get up.” I work my hands under his shoulders and prop him up against my chest.
His cheek rests against my heart. “I don’t want to go to the hospital.” he mutters. “Just take me home.”
“You need someone to look at your legs, babe. You could have hairline fractures or tissue damage or some shit like that. Anyway, it’s a free ride and pretty much our only way outta here. Now, arms up!”
He makes a half-hearted attempt to raise his arms before they flop back to his sides.
“Don’t give me that shit, Brian.” I pull his arms up and slip the shirt over his head before he can protest again.
“There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Brian just nods wearily against my chest.
I drop a kiss on the top of his head. “Wait here for a minute.”
I scoot out from under him and poke my head up over the bed to see Kevin sound asleep, tangled up in Nick’s golden limbs. The SIG is still clutched loosely in his hand, resting against the flesh of Nick’s back.
Now comes the tricky part.
I balance myself on the edge of the bed, carefully reaching over Kevin’s slumbering body. My fingers encounter the barrel of the gun, and gently try to tug it out of Kevin’s grasp.
Kevin shifts, his grip on the gun tightening.
I freeze, not even daring to breathe.
Kevin mutters something and his hand relaxes. I quickly seize the SIG and climb off the bed, letting out my breath in whoosh of air.
I switch the gun to the other hand and head over to Nick’s side.
He’s sprawled next to Kevin, golden hair resting on his cheek, rosy lips slightly parted.
I clamp my hand over that pretty little mouth and dig the gun into his ribs. His eyes fly open and a muffled moan escapes through my fingers.
I slide the gun up his chest. “Shhh.”
He nods and I uncover his mouth, motioning for him to get up.
He shoots a questioning look at Kevin. I jam the gun against his heart, shaking my head when he turns his head back to me.
Slowly he detangles himself from the older man and rolls out of the bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I grab a ring in his collar and pull him towards the door, trying to ignore his growing hard on.
“Hey!”
I immediately clap my hand over his mouth, and shoot a worried glance to where Kevin is still sleeping soundly. I breathe a sigh of relief and yank Nick into the living room, quietly closing the door behind us.
I whirl around to face him, my hands on my hips. “What part of ‘Shhh’ don’t you understand?”
Nick pouts prettily. “You stepped on Chi Chi!”
“What the fuck? Who the hell is Chi Chi?”
“Chi Chi the happy Mexican lamb.”
“Um…Chi Chi the happy Mexican lamb? You mean your drawing? The fucking sheep with the sombrero?”
Nick nods very seriously. “Kevin won him in a card game one time when we were in Mexico.” Nick’s voice takes on a touch of wistfulness. “Chi Chi was such a happy lamb, always wagging his little tail. Kevin loved him so much. Even more than Bob the goldfish.” A look of sadness crosses Nick’s face. “But then Chi Chi died in a shoot out. A stray bullet hit him. Kevin was sad for weeks.” Nick drops his voice to a whisper. “I even saw him crying one night when he didn’t know I was there.”
I stare at Nick for a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter.
Kevin Richardson, crying over Chi Chi the happy Mexican lamb?
Oh, that’s just too fucking rich.
Nick looks confused.
I’m doubled over, trying desperately to catch my breath in between fits of laughter.
All right. After a few deep breaths, I think I’m okay again. I stand up straight and look at Nick.
And burst into helpless laughter again.
After a few more attempts to compose myself, I finally manage to ask, “Where do you keep the extra blankets?”
Nick scratches his head and bites his lip. “Um…hall closet, I think.”
“Okay, you go slip something on then, and be very careful not to wake up Kevin.” I wave the gun at him for emphasis.
A little moan escapes his lips. “Why don’t you want Kevin awake?”
“Because Puppy,” I wind my arm around his neck and hold the gun up in front of his face. His pink little tongue darts out to moisten his lips and his blue eyes are wide and bright. I can feel his cock digging into my hip. “Me and Brian are blowing this joint, and if Kevin knew, he wouldn’t let us go.” I brush the muzzle past his cheek and he bites back a groan. “So you gotta help me get Brian downstairs without waking up Kevin.” My lips whisper past his. “Okay?”
Nick nods dazedly.
I pull away and give him a quick swat on the ass, tucking the gun into the waistband of the sweat pants. “Now get some clothes on and I’ll get the blankets.”
Nick scampers into the bedroom, I ferret out some blankets, and meet him back by Brian’s still form.
Nick slipped on some pajama pants, but I can still see his erection clearly outlined through the soft fabric. I try not to look, but that’s a bit difficult when the thing tends to take up your entire field of vision.
I kneel down next to Brian and touch his cheek with the backs of my fingers. “Hey, Bri?”
His eyelids flutter open and peers up at me, hazy and unfocused.
I smooth back strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “We’re gonna move you downstairs to meet the ambulance, okay?”
He makes an acknowledging noise and closes his eyes.
I spread out one of the blankets on the floor next to him and tap his forehead. “Hey baby, I need you to get onto this blanket.”
He grunts as we carefully roll him onto the blanket.
I steal a glance at Kevin, but he’s still dreaming away.
I’m starting to think that man could sleep through a fucking parade of Swiss yodelers.
I tuck the other blanket around Brian’s legs. “All right, Nick, you get that end, and I’ll take his head. On three.” I whisper.
Nick grabs the blanket by Brian’s feet, and I grip the other end.
“One…two…three!”
We both lift.
Damn, Brian’s lighter than I thought. I’ll have to take him out to a steak place when all this shit blows over. Get some meat on those pretty little limbs of his.
Carefully, with only a few bumps and stops, we managed to navigate Brian down the stairs and out into the street. Thankfully, the ambulance is turning the corner.
I really hope the sirens don’t wake Kevin up. I’d hate for Nick to have to deal with his wrath so soon again, especially after helping us out.
Brian’s loaded onto the ambulance, and I’m about to climb in after him when a light touch on my shoulder causes me to turn around.
Nick stands there, in only his pair of pajama pants, still wearing the collar. The night wind plays with his golden hair.
He shuffles his feet awkwardly, head down. “A.J., I like you and all, but I want to make sure something’s clear.”
“What is it, Nick?”
Nick raises his face to mine. He points to his collar. “I belong to Kevin. Not you.”
I stare at him, not quite sure what to say to that.
“You coming, buddy?” the medic asks.
“Yeah.” I nod distractedly. I climb into the ambulance and settle in a seat near Brian, stroking his arm as they close the doors.
The ambulance begins to move. I look out the windows to see Nick still standing on the sidewalk, staring after us, growing smaller and smaller before the darkness swallows him completely.