Author: MistressCyberia aka charlotte ;)
Pairing: AJ/Kevin/Nick...and Brian pops up in parts 3 & 4
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: all authors thrive on it...so Give it to Me Baby! uh huh, uh huh... 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: This is really twisted...so if you're offended by any of the following, I would suggest you not read it: Violence, smut, language, bondage, s&m, rape, gunplay, knifeplay, leather, crossdressing, and poking fun at standardized religion. I may have missed something...but I think you get the idea. This isn't for the faint of heart. lol ;)
Disclaimer: just my own sick twisted fantasies....there's really not much point in suing me, im just a poor student...but they're not mine...yet...but someday i will save up enough to buy them, does anyone know how much they cost?
Chapter 3I’m drifting in that silky black place between sleep and consciousness when I hear it.
I open my eyes and blink a few times. My head is resting on Kevin’s chest. I can hear the thud of his heart under the warm flesh. But that’s not what woke me up.
There it is again. A whimper.
I sit up and look around the room, spotting Nick in the corner, still tied to the chair.
And still very, very hard.
He’s whimpering and twisting around in his bonds. I think he’s trying to rub his dick against the wall.
Poor guy.
I look down at Kevin, out like drunken whore after Mardi Gras.
I look back at Nick and ponder what to do.
I can’t just leave him like that.
Damn, when in the hell did I become such a bleeding heart?
I carefully untangle my legs from Kevin’s. I’m scooting out of the bed when I feel a large hand enclose my wrist. I twist around to look into Kevin’s sharp eyes, staring from behind dark strands of bed-mussed hair.
He’s lounging lazily against the headboard, long, lithe body stretched out like a big cat. Beautiful. Powerful. Dangerous.
“You going somewhere?” he asks, voice husky from sleep. My cock twitches. I swear, his voice is like a brush of sex against your skin.
“Um…” What the hell am I supposed to say? That I was going to jack off his bitch? “I need to take a piss.”
His hand releases me. “Fine. It’s through that door over there.” He points across the room. I slip off the bed and begin to walk in that direction.
“Oh, and A.J.?”
I turn back to face him.
“While you’re up, jack off my bitch, won’t you?”
My jaw drops. “Uh…sure.” I head into the bathroom, pee, clean myself up a bit, then pad back into the room and over to Nick’s corner.
“Hey.” I say softly, not exactly sure what the proper meet and greet for this situation is.
He just looks up at me miserably.
I sigh and gently stroke his hair, hand trailing down to caress his cheek. He pushes his face against my hand and I feel tears damp against the soft skin. He looks up at me imploringly with those incredible blue eyes.
“Please…” he whispers. “It hurts.”
“Shh…” I murmur. “It’s okay, Nick.” I reach for his dick, and his breathing accelerates.
“Wait.”
My hand freezes in midair and Nick lets out a loud, frustrated wail. I turn around to look at Kevin, still lounging on the bed, watching us intently.
“Bring him over here.” he commands.
Nick is sobbing softly as I untie him from the chair. I pat his shoulder awkwardly.
I gently guide him over to the bed while he leans on me and cries.
“Come here, baby.” Kevin beckons him up onto the bed. Nick crawls up next to him and Kevin’s arms encircle him, stroking, soothing.
“There, there.” he murmurs to the blonde. “You’ve been so good. So brave. It’ll all be over soon. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, my pretty Puppy. Shhh. There now.”
Puppy? I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing outright. I guess that’s Richardson’s pet name for his bitch. It’s fitting.
Kevin rocks him back and forth, smoothing a hand through his hair. He looks at me over Nick’s shoulder. “Suck him off.”
Nick sniffles and peers at me through his fall of golden hair. I crawl up on the bed and between his legs, letting my hands smooth up his thighs. He squirms and moans under my touch, head lolling back to rest on Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin continues to stroke his hair and whisper comforting things.
My breath teases Nick’s cock and he shudders. I wrap my hand around the base and he arches up off the bed, groaning. I enclose the head in my mouth and he’s coming hot thick spurts into my throat. I swallow it down, and suck his cock clean.
He slumps against Kevin, who peers at me intensely.
“So how did he taste?”
My tongue darts across my lips. “Salty-sweet. Like cotton candy soaked in the ocean. Sticky. Melting.”
“Hm, interesting. Let me taste.” His hand cradles my jaw and draws me up over Nick’s body. Kevin’s tongue traces the crease of my lips, slipping inside, exploring, siphoning Nick’s flavor off my tongue.
He draws back. “I can taste you too. Like fruit and blood. Tangy.”
I can feel Nick’s warm hands against my chest, and I glance down at his golden head and pink tongue, darting against my nipple.
He tilts his face up to me and grins. “You taste yummy.”
He pushes me back into the sheets, devouring my flesh, licking my chest, neck, jaw, and then he’s pushing his tongue inside my mouth and he’s soft and warm and wet and utterly delicious.
I let my hands slide up his back to tangle in his hair, pushing his mouth into mine. But he draws back suddenly.
I sit up and give him a funny look.
He’s got his head down and all that golden hair is falling around his face. “I’m sorry, Kevin. I didn’t mean to…I just wanted to taste…like you did. Please don’t put me back in the corner. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Kevin laughs and draws Nick into his arms, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “It’s quite all right, Nicky. You can play with A.J. if you want to. He’s fun.” His large hand drops down into Nick’s lap and begins to stroke his cock as he shoots me a cheeky little smile.
Nick makes a contented little sound and looks over at me, holding out his arms. “You heard Kevin. We can play!”
I let him wrap me in his embrace and I resume fucking that sweet little mouth with my tongue. His arms fall down around my waist, hand sliding down between the mounds of my ass, fingertip circling my opening before sliding inside. I groan into his mouth and he starts moving that finger back and forth.
I’m getting real hard, real fast. He slides his mouth down my throat, making a low growling noise. I rock my hips against his hand as he nips at my nipples and wraps his other hand around my cock. I moan ‘cause aw fuck that feels good.
Then suddenly I’m being flipped over so I’m laying facedown in the rumpled sheets and I feel Nick parting my cheeks and his wet velvet tongue teasing my opening. I throw back my head and dig my dick into the mattress, groaning. I feel his tongue push inside me, in and out, fucking me.
I look up to see Kevin sitting in front of me against the headboard, stroking his cock. Beside him I see the glint of my handcuffs resting on the nightstand.
He makes a beckoning motion and I wriggle up between his thighs and take his dick into my mouth while the bitch continues to rim me.
Kevin’s hands grasp my shoulders as I slide my lips down his shaft and set to work giving his balls a tongue bath. I run my hand up the outside of his thigh and creep it slowly over the sheets, peering up at Kevin’s face as it reaches the hard ledge of the nightstand.
His head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, jaw working with tension. I close my hand around the handcuffs, sliding my tongue up his length. He jerks against me and I’m thrusting against the cotton sheets, reveling the delicious friction, while Nick’s tongue swipes at my ass, and my tongue slides down Kevin’s balls and past his perineum to push against his puckered opening. He groans and I can feel his cock brush my hair.
Nick replaces his tongue with a finger, sliding up inside me. My hips buck against his hand as he slides a second finger in. I moan.
Damnitt, I was trying to do something…something important.
Right, the handcuffs.
I twist my tongue around Kevin’s cock and feel his fingers digging into my skull. I run my hand up his forearm, gripping his wrist as I suck his length into my mouth. He groans and I whip the handcuffs up off the nightstand and around his other wrist, bringing his hands up over his head and pinning him down with my body as I handcuff him to the headboard.
I see comprehension dawn on his face, quickly replaced by anger. “Let me go, you little shit!”
I sit back on his thighs and watch him struggle.
“What’cha doin’, A.J.?”
I twist my head around to look at Nick, kneeling on the bed with a confused look on his face.
“What I came to do.”
Nick tilts his head to the side and bites his lip. “Is this a new game?”
I smile. “You could say that.”
Kevin’s body is twisting underneath me. “Nick! Get me out of these handcuffs!”
Nick begins to scoot off the bed. I grab the Desert Eagle out of the holster on the headboard and level it at him. “Don’t move.”
Nick freezes, and I see his cock stiffen.
Damn, I forgot about the whole gun fetish. But maybe I can use it to my advantage. I am, after all, holding Kevin’s gun. Kevin’s very large gun. And I bet Nick has some history with this gun. Some real vivid memories.
I climb off Kevin and turn to face the blonde. He’s watching me warily, breathing heavy and fast. His tongue darts out to moisten his pink lips. I brush the hair out of his eyes with muzzle of the gun. His eyelids flutter closed and he groans softly.
“Don’t you dare touch him! He’s mine!”
I turn around to see Kevin struggling against the cuffs, face flushed with anger. I crawl back over to him and straddle his torso, idly running the gun across his chest.
“But Kevvy,” I say, my voice positively dripping with sweetness and innocence, in that pissy, mocking way, “I thought you said we could play.” I flick his nipple with the muzzle of the gun and he inhales sharply. “I’m fun, remember?” I settle the tip of the gun in the hollow of his throat and grin.
He swallows visibly and pales a little. “There is still a live round in that. You could blow someone’s head off if you’re not careful.”
I continue to smile and dig it in a little deeper. “But Kevvy, that’s what I came to do. Someone wants you dead. Bad. And they’re paying me a shitload of money to get you that way.”
I hear Nick’s tremulous voice behind me. “A.J.? Is this part of the game?”
“Life is a game.” I stare into Kevin’s intense eyes. “And you just lost.”
Nick is tugging on my arm, blue eyes looking imploring up at me. “I don’t wanna play this game anymore.”
I smile beguiling at him and run my fingers through his hair. “But Puppy, the fun hasn’t even started yet.” I feel Kevin’s body tense underneath me when I use his bitch’s pet name. He doesn’t like that. Not one bit.
I draw Nick’s face up to mine in a deep, seductive kiss. He groans and wraps his body around mine, and I can feel his stiff cock nudging against my hip.
“Touch me, Puppy.” I murmur against his mouth. And then I feel his large, warm hand enfold me and I moan and thrust against his palm. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him again, pressing the barrel of the gun in the flesh of his back. He runs his lips across my cheek and I turn my head and give Kevin a sultry smile as Nick kisses his way down my neck, stroking my cock.
Richardson’s jaw is clenched as he glares at me. I just continue to smile lazily at him, letting my eyes half close and moaning “Oh, that’s it, Puppy. That feels so good.”
It really does feel pretty fucking good. And Kevin’s getting really pissed.
Oh yes, this is definitely fun.
I put my hands on the sides of Nick’s head and lift his face up to mine, tracing his swollen lips with my tongue. “Suck me off, Puppy. Like you did before. Make me come like that again. Hard and fast down your throat.”
I’m getting a death glare from Richardson now. Lucky for me, looks can’t kill. If they could, I wouldn’t have a job.
I continue to smile gloatingly at him over the top of Nick’s head until the bitch’s mouth enfolds me. Then, I drop the gun and forget all about teasing Kevin. Hell, I can’t even remember my own name when his tongue twists around the head of my cock and its like he’s trying to turn my dick into one giant hickey. Fucking incredible.
“Nick.” Kevin’s tone is low and warning, and mightily, mightily angry. It sends chills down my spine, seriously.
The warm, wet mouth leaves me and I groan in frustration. I pry my eyes open to glare at Richardson. Nick is just sitting there between us, looking confused.
“Can’t you see we’re busy?” I ask him, and grab a pillow, stripping off the pillowcase, twisting it into a long strip and shoving it into Richardson’s mouth, tying it off behind his head.
My, my he looks damn pretty handcuffed and gagged.
“Maybe you’re just feeling left out, is that it, Kevvy?” I feel his chest rumble beneath me in - was that an actual growl? I waggle my finger at him. “Patience. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
I run my tongue down the center of his chest, bypassing his cock and licking my way down his thigh. He’s very, very hard. I guess my little show didn’t upset him as much as I thought. On the contrary, he looks quite happy at the moment.
Well, that is if you don’t look at his face.
I grab his cock and he groans and bucks beneath me.
Damn, I want to fuck his sweet, tight ass. Isn’t it great when lust just hits you in a huge wave like that?
Keeping a grip on his dick, I lean over and flick my tongue against his nipples. He squirms a little and I peer up into his eyes - eyes like burning copper, brilliant green flames. He should come with one of those labels that say “Warning: Hot.”
But then again, I guess it’s pretty obvious.
I slide my hand down his cock, over his balls, and push against his entrance. I feel his body stiffen. So damn tight. He doesn’t get fucked much. Probably being so controlling, he wouldn’t.
I’ll have to fix that.
I manage to flip him over, and sit on the backs of his thighs to keep him from wiggling around. Turning him over forced his wrists to cross and his arms are stretched taut with the strain. I let my gaze travel down the swath of flesh that is his back, gleaming muscles rippling with tension, bisected by the shadowed valley of his spine, which runs down to the smooth rounded hills of his ass.
It’s so damn beautiful that for a minute, I can’t breathe. I want to touch him, to run my hands over that hot, white flesh. And at the same time I’m afraid to touch him, afraid that maybe he’s not real and if I lay my hands on him he’ll disappear.
Yeah, that’s quite enough with the sentimental bullshit. I need to fuck him so bad my cock is crying pre-come.
I spy the lube on the nightstand and put a slick coat on my cock, sliding my fingers up into his ass. He squirms and bucks beneath me, and I smack his ass a few times until he goes still.
“That’s my pretty bitch.” I murmur, gripping handfuls of those gorgeous cheeks and easing myself between them.
So. Damn. Good.
Kevin groans and arches up against me and I’m thrusting up inside him with his tight exquisite body flaring around me. Oh shit this is good. I mean, really fucking good. All that gorgeous muscle surrounding me, squeezing me, pumping me.
But Nick’s happy exclamation ruins it all.
“Brian!”
I scream with frustration and probably a few not so nice words and roll out of Richardson.
Why now?
I look up and see Brian Littrell standing in the doorway, strong jaw frozen in a line of shocked disapproval, blue eyes flaming, and lips thinned in upset.
“Wha tha fu?” I hear Kevin, muffled from the gag. My sentiments exactly.
Nick is bounding over to Littrell with barely contained excitement. “Have you come to play too?”
Brian gives him a disdainful look that freezes him in his tracks.
Then he turns that same look on me.
“This is wrong! I hired you to kill him, and now I find you compounding the unspeakable sin I sent you to put a stop to!” He reaches a hand inside his suit jacket and I leap out of the tangle of sheets and charge him across the room, slamming him into the wall next to the door, grabbing the arm that’s reaching inside his jacket and yank it up, slamming it into the wall until his grip loosens on the object he’s clutching and he drops it to the floor.
I look down. It’s a…book. Actually, it’s a Bible. Maybe I’ve just been an assassin too long. When someone reaches inside their coat like that, they’re going for a gun. I mean, who the hell carries around a full-size Bible in their coat?
“You’ll burn in Hell for this! All of you! This is wrong!” he screams as I pin him against the wall with my body. I capture his mouth with mine. It’s the only way I can think to make him shut up.
“Wrong!” he screams into my mouth, muffled by my tongue. His hard, compact body struggles against mine and oh damn I’m still so fucking ready to go. Being stopped in mid-fuck is damn frustrating. I begin to rip at his clothes and he tears his mouth away from mine. “Nick, stop this!” There was no response. “Nick!”
“He’s not going to help you, Littrell. You tried to have his precious Kevin murdered.” I murmur.
“I was trying to save him from my evil cousin’s filth! He’s been corrupted by the devil’s beauty and guile! I needed to protect him from such vile temptation! It’s wrong! Wrong!”
“If it’s so wrong, then why are you so turned on by it?” I whisper, my hand covering the straining bulge in his slacks.
He groans and shakes his head savagely. “No, this is wrong! I will not allow my traitorous body to lead me into sin!”
I slide my hand up inside his shirt and roll a puckered little nipple between my fingers.
“Wrong!” he moans, but arches against my body.
This is almost as much fun as pissing off Richardson. I rub my cock against the front of his slacks. Ah yeah, that’s the shit. Damnitt, now I’m curious about what Churchboy’s got tucked away in those holy drawers of his.
I slide myself down his body, and he’s gyrating his hips against me.
Pure, my ass. This is one naughty altar boy.
I unfasten his slacks, and he’s still moaning and screaming “Wrong!”
I start to reach inside and then there’s this blunt gray explosion in the side of my skull.
So now I’m on the floor, blinking up at him, and he’s holding his fucking Bible over his head and screaming, “This is wrong! Wrong!”
Hm, maybe he thinks this is wrong.
Nah.
I lunge forward and grab his legs, knocking him over. He tries to crawl away, but I scramble over his body, pinning him to the ground.
Ok, the fucker’s still screaming, “Wrong!” only now it’s muffled by the carpet. Is this starting to get on anyone else’s nerves?
I grab his hair, pulling back his head, and he’s still bellowing “Wrong! This is wrong! So wrong!”
Yes, he definitely needs to be shut up. I slam his face into the ground and yank his slacks down, uncovering a sweet, tight little ass.
Ah fuck, and he’s squirming and bucking underneath me, and it’s just turning me one even more. Yeah, he needs to be fucked, bad. Or maybe I do. It doesn’t really matter either way.
I plunge in between those rounded cheeks and aw shit, there’s nothing in the world like virgin ass. So, so fucking tight. Squeezing all around me, working my cock all on its own.
He’s still screaming, but now it’s just meaningless cries. Or maybe I’m just not listening anymore. I’m too busy pushing in and out of him, working my cock in his tight little ass. I’m in fucking heaven. I wonder if this is what all those televangelists mean when they talk about ‘feeling Jesus’. If this is what being moved by the Holy Spirit is like, I should definitely start going to church.
Brian arches and lets out a long wail, I can feel his body clamp down on me and it just drives me over the edge, and you wouldn’t believe how good it feels to defile his holy ass with hot spurts of come.
I collapse on top of him and hear him murmur, “So wrong.”
I groan and roll off him. He sits up and I spy a wet spot on the front of his pants.
Seems like Churchboy enjoyed himself as much as I did.
He begins to open his mouth and I hold up my hand. “Don’t even say it.”
“This is wrong.”
I slap him.
I spot Nick sitting and looking confused on the bed next to the still handcuffed and gagged Kevin.
All of the sudden, a wave of exhaustion hits me. It’s time for me to wrap this deal up and leave. I’m tired.
“Nick, take care of Churchboy here.”
Nick nods and crawls over to where Brian is curled up in the fetal position, rocking back and forth on the ground mumbling “Wrong” over and over again.
“Brian?” He pokes him in the ribs.
Brian jumps up and screams, “Wrong!”
Who didn’t see that coming?
I find my jeans in a heap on the floor. I tug them on and go looking for my weapons. I spy the key to the handcuffs on the nightstand. I pick it up and unlock Kevin’s cuffs. “It’s been fun, Richardson. Really.”
He sits up, rubbing his wrists and tugging the gag out of his mouth.
I find my weapons on the floor next to the bed. Careless to dump them there. I start strapping the wrist sheaths back on and then I’m flat on my back with Richardson straddling my chest, pinning me to the ground.
“Didn’t think you’d get away that easy, did you?” he murmurs, and I can feel the barely leashed anger, a tension in his whole frame.
“Hey buddy, I just saved your life. Lemme up, I’m tired.”
He leans over, and his hot breath crawls across my face like electricity. Fuck. I don’t know whether to be turned on or scared shitless.
I settle for pissed off. I grab the knife out of my wrist sheath and slash him across the front of his shoulder. He rears back, roaring and clutching at the wound. I see dark blood spilling out from between his fingers. I scramble to my feet and dash out of the room.
I make it to the front door before I realize my car keys are still in my coat.
Which is in a heap on the bedroom floor.
Along with the rest of my weapons.
Fuck.