Title: Maybe.. Just Once
Pairing: Kev/Nicky, AJ/Brian
Author: Jules
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Rating: Im'a say R... don't understand that NC-17 stuff
Disclaimer: If the first part never happened... then this part sure as hell never happened... Just something I came up with while in an elevator and ran with it...
Chapter 9~AJ~
So here we are. At some bar on the "wrong" side of town. We're dancing. Didn't even stop for drinks this time. We got here, he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor to start dancing. I think he's got something to prove. To who I'm not sure, but he's trying to prove something anyways. I'm so not going to complain. If it means I get to rub up against him, touch him anywhere I want and have him touch me, he can take as long as he wants to figure out whatever it is he's figuring out. Now, some song is on, and Brian's hands are planted on my hips, he's holding me close while my hands are grazing the area just above his ass. Our foreheads are touching and he's staring me down. Daring me to challenge him. And just when I think things can't get any more fucked up. They do.
A slow song blares over the speakers and I tense up. What's he going to do? Is he gonna want to dance. He looks like he's thinking about it, unsure what I want to do. Fuck it. I lean in and whisper directly into his ear. "Come on Bri. It'll be fun..." I could barely recognize my voice. It was so low and seductive. The voice I knew was sure to get the ladies to do whatever I wanted. I just hoped it worked for Brian as well.
SCORE!!!!!!!!
"Ummmm. Okay." He whispers, hand shaking on my hip. We step in just a bit closer and are now completely wrapped in each other. Too much. Too much. Can't handle it. I wonder if he can feel my heart beating a mile a minute. If he can tell how much I want him. How much I love him. Thinking to myself I giggle silently. Okay, I KNOW he can tell how much I want him. It's pressing firmly into his thigh. But I want him to know it's more than that. Unable to help myself, I have to get closer. He feels so good, so I take a chance and lie my head on his shoulder.
I think he just sighed. And not an annoyed sigh, but a contented sigh. Perhaps my efforts aren't wasted. I have to see what is in his eyes. His eyes always show his true feelings. He can't hide anything.
Looking up I stare directly into those beautiful blue eyes, seeing something new. Something strange. For some reason I'm getting these weird feelings, nothing I've ever experienced before. It's like something's telling me that this is one of those moments. Those moments where you have come to the fork in a road and have to decide right, left or centre. Well fuck it if I'm not going to try for the difficult fork. I want to ask him something and I'll be damned if I'm going to waste this opportunity because I was too scared.
"Bri? Can I ...you know ....can I..." Shit. I'm so scared and he's looking at me with such sympathy in his eyes. Such understanding. It makes me want him more. I have to get this out. "Can I ...just to see what it would be like ...can I kiss you?" There. I said it. I shut my eyes tightly and am holding my breath. I could hear him breathing and then felt it on my neck. He was close. Really close. And then quietly, so quiet I couldn't believe it, I heard him speak.
"Maybe ... Just once."
My eyes flew open and I swear my head almost spun off of my shoulders. When I looked at him I saw his eyes were half closed and his breathing was low. I didn't know what to say, so I thanked him. "Thank you Bri." I whispered and leaned in, pressing my lips against his. I could tell he was nervous. Hell, I was nervous. His bottom lip quivered and I sucked it between my lips, at which he moaned. I fucking made him moan. At that sound my knees went weak and I knew I had to end it before I got out of hand. Now, nothing could have prepared me for how good that felt. How much I wanted it to happen again. We had stopped dancing at that point and were just standing there, wrapped into our own little cocoon. Our own world.
"Just once?" I had to ask. I wasn't expecting anything to come of it, but the words were out before I had a chance to think about them.
"Maybe twice." I heard him moan before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss, this one even more spectacular than the first. He opened his mouth slightly, grazing his tongue against my lips, asking for permission into my mouth. My mouth opened of it's own free will and I instantly knew I was in love. The second his tongue touched mine my heart started beating a whole new song. At that second anything could have happened and I wouldn't have noticed. Wouldn't have cared. All that mattered was Brian Littrell's tongue was in my mouth and he was moaning something that sounded like my name. Fuck life was good!