By Jules
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Rating: This part? PGish (i never know what's pg and what's r and blah blah blah)
Disclaimer: Hmmmmm. As far as I know it's fiction. But I'd love for the fine gentlemen in this story to prove me wrong... :D
Chapter 1Stepping into the elevator, I pressed the button for the 12th floor and leaned against the back wall. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, replaying the evening's events. What the hell was happening to me? How did things come to this? You spend 8 years with someone, know every single detail of their life, who they are, how absolutely annoying they can be... You think you'd be sick of them, want to get away from them. Then why was he all I could think about? All I dreamed about? My thoughts were interrupted as I felt the elevator stop. It couldn't be the 12th floor already. It felt like seconds since I got in here. Opening my eyes I noticed I was only at the 4th floor.
"Shit." I mumbled under my breath as my pulse picked up, my breathing became more laboured. This was his floor. I tried to calm myself down, what were the odds of it being....
"Hey bro?" He said smiling, stepping into the elevator with me.
"Nicky...what's going on?" I said trying to keep my voice steady. Why the hell am I so nervous? This was just Nick. Just Nick.. I laughed to myself. He was never 'just Nick'. He would never be 'just Nick'. He was NICK. NICK fucking CARTER! Exuded sex. Dripped sensuality, emoted an eroticism that I had never found anywhere else. And believe me, I tried. In every country we visited I tried to find someone who could rival the pure raw sex that was Nick Carter. The thing that I couldn't believe was that I couldn't find that person anywhere. No one even came close And to top it off, he had no idea. No clue how sexy he was, how much men and women wanted him. Sure...he was convinced he was cute, but only on a good day. I think that made him even more sexy. That he was so oblivious of how fucking erotic every thing he did was. Shit, I could feel myself getting hard. Not what I needed with him less than two feet away.
"Dude! What's the deal?" Nick asked with a smirk on his face. He was looking at me as if he was waiting for something. Perhaps an answer to the question he just asked me.
"Sorry Nick. Spaced out for a second. What?" I could feel myself blushing. I NEVER blush. Not in my character. Damn him.
"What are you up to tonight? You okay? You seem a little off." Nick asked me, gently touching my arm as to reassure me of something. What I don't know, but damn it felt good.
"Just tired." I mumbled looking up at the blinking numbers. 7...8... Couldn't this thing go faster? Looking down I noticed what he was wearing and groaned. He had on his black wife beater with a pair of tear away pants. And the kicker? He wasn't wearing any shoes. I vaguely heard him mention something about him going up to see D and figured that's why he had gone barefoot. That man had the sexiest feet I've ever seen. My eyes traveled up and down his muscular body and stopped on his ass. I bit my lip and thought about everything I'd like to do to that ass. What I wouldn't do for one slap, one touch, one firm squeeze...
"Kev... Bro!" I heard him say loudly, snapping me out of my daydream once again.
"Umm yeah Nicky?" I squeaked out, hoping he didn't know what I had just been imagining.
"Your hand."
"Yeah."
"It's on my ass dude." His lips formed a cocky smile, while his eyes seemed to twinkle.
I forced myself to look down at his ass. Damn, he was right. How did that happen? Firmly attached to his ass was my hand. I pulled it away and blushed again. Damn. Twice in what? 5 minutes?
"No worries Kev. I know you want it." I heard Nick say as the elevator bell rang to announce the floor. I looked at him closely to catch a hint of humour in his statement but he wasn't smiling. I didn't know what to make of his tone or the comment. Again, I could feel my stomach flip, my knees get weak. "12 bro. This is your floor." He was smiling at me now, his expression unreadable.
"Thanks. Goodnight Nicky." I mumbled getting off the elevator.
Over my shoulder I heard his low throaty voice call to me. "Goodnight Kev. Sweet Dreams".
It wasn't until the doors closed and I knew that he was on his way to the 15th floor before I could breathe again. He had gotten me so flustered I hadn't even registered that he hadn't moved away when I grabbed his ass. He just stood there letting me touch it, squeeze it. I made my way down to my room and locked myself inside, hoping that a shower would wash away the confusion I was feeling. I really needed to get a grip.