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 4The front door is right there.
I can open it and just walk away.
But something’s stopping me.
I want my stuff back, damnitt.
I slowly, reluctantly, turn around to stare at the door to the bedroom. My hand tightens around the grip of the knife as I cautiously make my way back inside.
Richardson’s sitting on the bed, resting his forehead against the slide of my .45 Baby Eagle. His skin is like moonlight painted in shadows. His eyes are closed, dark hair brushing his face and shoulders. Blood sprawls across his shoulder like a black stain. He looks like a beautiful and tragic desperado.
“Forget something?” His voice is soft and low and so deep I can drown in it. Those incredible eyes are open and looking at me.
And just like that I’ve forgotten all about being scared and angry and tired. All I can see is him, filling up my eyes and mind until they can’t hold anything else.
He glides off the bed in one smooth motion, all rippling hollows and flesh, and begins a slow advance towards me. I try to swallow and realize my mouth has gone completely dry.
Didn’t know that actually happened.
I can’t move, I can’t even look away. He’s like a magnet, sucking all the light and shadow from the room until they spill out of his eyes in dangerous flood that washes over me and steals the air from my lungs.
I mean, I seriously can’t breathe watching him stalk towards me - a hunter, a predator, an ancient and vengeful spirit.
And shit, he’s right in front of me and it really hits me that he wants that vengeance on me.
The scent of danger swirls around him, dark and thick, wrapping its fingers around my brain. His arms reach out to enfold me, hard and warm, encircling my waist, pulling me against the wall of his body. I feel his lips, warm and wet brushing my ear, his whisper sending tremors across my skin.
“You can’t run from me.”
I feel his hand slide up my chest, long fingers settling around my throat. I feel the warmth and strength in him as he increases the pressure. The room begins to slip-slide whisper away, and his breath in my ear is drowning out all my thoughts. I feel the hard muzzle of the gun against my skull and Kevin’s hard cock against my stomach. The knife slips out of my nerveless fingers, and the thud of my heart suddenly seems terribly loud - thrumming, slowing…everything going black now.
The floor hits me, and I’m blinking up at Kevin as he looms over me.
“You don’t get off that easy.” he says, straddling my chest and slapping me across the face. When the room stops spinning and I look back up at him he’s got the gun pointed between my eyes.
“You keep pointing that gun around like you’re a big man, but I never see you do a damn thing with it, Richardson.”
Shit. Why do I always realize I should keep my mouth shut when it’s too late?
He laughs, but his glare pins my pupils into the back of my skull. His eyes are like snake eyes, hypnotic and wrathful and venomous. The gun trails down my nose and he drags the tip across my lips.
“Why don’t we teach that unruly tongue of yours some manners?” He pushes the gun hard against my mouth. “Suck it.”
He pries my teeth apart with the muzzle and the barrel slides past my lips. The hard corners cut into the flesh on the roof of my mouth. It tastes like metal and sweat. He shoves it deeper into my throat and I begin to choke.
“I told you to suck it. Suck it like a cock. Suck it like the bitch you are.”
He starts pumping it in and out of my mouth, bruising my tongue and jarring my teeth. He yanks it away and slaps me again. I feel something warm slip out of the corner of my mouth.
Shit. Blood.
Kevin grips my jaw leans over, tongue darting out to lick the blood. He follows the trail back up to my mouth and kisses me. Then he slaps me again.
Have I mentioned my face is really starting to ache?
“Nick!” he demands. I see the blonde’s anxious face appear over Kevin’s shoulder. “Get the handcuffs.”
Nick disappears for a moment and then re-appears, placing the cuffs in Kevin’s hand. His long fingers curl around the shiny metal.
“What are you gonna do, Kevin?” Nick asks.
“Me and A.J. just have a little unfinished business. You go play with Brian now.”
Nick hesitates for a moment, looking at me questioningly.
“Nick. Go play with Brian. Now.”
Nick throws one last apologetic look at me, and then scampers off.
I want to scream after him not to leave me like this. But I know it would be pointless. He won’t go up against his beloved Kevin. Not for me.
Kevin grabs my arms and handcuffs my wrists. Keeping a hold on them, he stands up, hauling me up with him.
I’m still trying to find my footing when his fist slams into my jaw. I stagger backwards, lost in the blinding pain, but yanks me back into another punch, right on the chin. Blackness seizes me for a moment, but he pulls me up and out of it, planting another fist in my gut.
I can’t breathe and I collapse on my knees in front of him, coughs wrenching my lungs, blood pouring out of my mouth. He grabs my hair and yanks my head up. His beautiful face swims through the crashing waves of pain.
He’s holding something…and smiling. It’s long and thin…and shit, it’s that thing he used to beat Nick with earlier.
Suddenly I’m being thrown into the dresser. The edge hits me right in the stomach and I knock over a bunch of shit. Kevin’s hand is on the back of my neck, pressing my face into the hard, cool surface.
I feel my jeans stripped off, and then the first smack of the rod.
Fuck!
That thing hurts!
The stinging spreads across my ass, burrowing deep into my flesh and becoming a hot ache. The next blow flares the ache into stinging again, like lightening bolts under my skin.
Next he hits the back of my thighs. Argh! Did I mention this hurts?
Really, really, bad?
He keeps on going and I think I’m screaming now, but I can’t hear anything over the loud buzz of burning electric pain shooting through my body. I can feel blood sticking my face to the dresser, and that damn whip…it’s like my backside is on fire, I mean really, burning, searing, five-alarm kind of pain.
And then he stops.
“Can’t you tell I’m in the middle of something, Nick?” Richardson says.
“Where are the crayons, Kevin?”
Kevin lets out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know. Go look for them yourself.”
“But - “
“I’m busy, Nick. Either find them yourself or use something else.”
“Fine! Be a big old meanie head!” I hear a door slam.
Kevin lets out a frustrated sigh and rests his hand against my ass. I whimper. I feel like my skin is glowing hot red with sheer hurt.
He smacks my ass playfully and I cry out as shooting bursts of pain jab my flesh.
I can hear the smile in his voice. “You’re such a baby. Nick can take twice as bad as that before he starts to cry.”
“Yeah, well Nick’s juicy ass has all that extra padding.” I protest. Try to, anyway. My jaw just won’t work that way and all that ends up coming out is a pathetic little wail.
He smacks my ass again. “Well I’m going to have to cut our little session short and go deal with Nick.”
You know, it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know the bitch will go up against Richardson for crayons, but not for me.
I feel Kevin’s fingers begin to probe between my cheeks and something cool and hard slide into my ass and lodge there.
Fuck. I hate butt plugs.
He picks me up by my hair and twists me around, pushing me down into a chair. I look around and realize I’m in the corner. Shit. Well, at least there’s no cock ring. But this butt plug is damn uncomfortable.
I shift around a little, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there just is no comfortable way to sit on a butt plug. All I end up accomplishing is scraping the hell out of all the raw nerve endings in my backside.
Kevin releases the handcuffs, bringing my arms behind me and re-cuffing me to the chair. He gives me an affectionate little pat on the head and begins to walk away, but then stops and turns back around.
“I almost forgot.” He rummages through a drawer and pulls out a strip of black cloth. He shoves it in my mouth and ties it off behind my head, giving me an appraising look. “Perfect.”
Beaten, bloody, handcuffed, and gagged, and it’s perfect?
And they say I have issues.
Kevin walks over to the bathroom door and knocks lightly. “Nicky? I’m sorry. Come on out, baby.”
There’s no response for a moment. Then the door bursts open, with Nick triumphantly holding up a little silver cylinder. “I found it!”
“That’s lipstick, Puppy.”
Nick gives him an exasperated look. “I know that, silly.”
“I thought you were looking for crayons.”
Nick gives him a confused look.
Kevin sighs. “What are you planning on doing with the lipstick?”
“Me and Brian are playing dress-up!” Nick giggles.
I look over and see Littrell sitting on the floor, clutching his Bible and wearing a floppy straw hat with one of those big flowers on the front. He doesn’t look like he’s having just tons of fun.
I can relate.
Hey, imagine that. A.J. McLean, assassin extraordinaire, relating to Churchboy.
Who’da thunk it?
Kevin is biting his lips, trying to hold back a smile as Nick flounces over to Brian. Nick opens the lipstick and tilts Brian’s chin up. Biting his lip in concentration, he starts to spread it across Brian’s mouth.
“This is so wrong.” Brian mutters, and the lipstick smears off to the side.
Nick sits back and pouts. “You made me mess up. Now I have to start all over again.”
Kevin appears behind Nick, laughter a deep rumble in his chest. “You’re doing it all wrong, Puppy.”
Nick looks up at him and sticks out his bottom lip further. “And I suppose you could do it better?”
Kevin draws Nick to his feet and gently takes the lipstick out of his hand. A lock of dark hair falls into his eyes as he touches the lipstick to Nick’s lush pout, carefully painting it harlot red.
Damn, this is actually turning me on.
He finishes and places a light kiss on Nick’s scarlet mouth. “Pretty Puppy.” he murmurs, stepping back to appraise his work. He smiles. “I know what else you need.” He walks to the closet and rummages around, pulling out a shoebox.
Nick’s face lights up when Kevin brings the box to him and opens it. “I can really wear them?” he asks, his voice breathless and excited as he lifts out a pair of shiny red pumps from the box.
“Sit on the bed and I’ll put them on you.” Kevin smiles, taking the shoes out of Nick’s hands. I think he’s smiled more in the past few moments then in all the time I’ve known him. It makes him more…human, somehow. I guess the bitch has some other uses besides giving mind-blowing head. He seems good for Richardson.
Nick plops down on the bed, and Kevin kneels down in front of him, slowly slipping a shoe on each foot.
How in the hell they found red pumps to fit his big old boat feet, I’ll never know.
Kevin slides his hand up Nick’s calf, and Nick leans over to kiss him. Their lips meet and Kevin runs his hand through Nick’s fall of golden hair before pulling away.
“Don’t want to mess up your lipstick anymore, Puppy.” Kevin stands up and steps back, giving the younger man an appraising look. Nick sits on the edge of the bed, naked except for the shoes, blond hair falling in his eyes, legs spread and lipstick smeared like a cheap whore.
He looks sultry and irresistible and absolutely beautiful.
But Kevin doesn’t look satisfied. “Something’s still missing.” He stares at Nick hard, then his face lights up with inspiration. He turns to the dresser and rummages through the mess on top of it, extracting a long string of pearls.
Okay, this is fun and all, but I really need to get out of this damn chair and get my dick sucked. I feel like I’m about to fucking burst.
Of course, that could just be the butt plug. Damn things.
Kevin drapes the pearls around Nick’s throat, his fingers lingering on Nick’s neck, trailing up his jaw. He uses his thumb to wipe the remaining lipstick off Nick’s mouth. Nick groans and wraps his arms around Kevin. He kisses Kevin’s thumb, then slowly draws his tongue over it. Kevin moans and his eyes flutter shut, gently stroking Nick’s chin.
“Kevin, you’ve got a boo-boo!”
Kevin opens his eyes to see Nick inspecting the wound on his shoulder.
“Does it hurt?” Nick asks innocently, poking a finger at it. Kevin winces.
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll kiss it better.” Nick presses his lips against the angry red slash, drawing his tongue along it. Kevin shudders as Nick licks over the wound, cleaning the blood off.
Kevin’s hand tangles in Nick’s hair. “Oh, Nicky…” he breathes, drawing the blond up into a kiss.
They break apart, and Kevin smoothes Nick’s hair out of his eyes, letting his hand trail down the side of Nick’s face and neck. Kevin’s fingers trace over the blonde’s chest, reaching down, letting his hand encase Nick’s hard cock. Nick groans and his eyes flutter shut and he falls back onto the bed, clutching the bedspread. Kevin leans over him, brushing a kiss over his eyelids, mouth running down over his throat, and tongue darting against rosy nipples.
Nick groans and squirms beneath him. Kevin quiets him with a deep kiss, gently stroking his cock with feather-light brushes of his fingertips.
Damn. It’s driving me crazy and I’m just watching.
“Kevin…please…” Nick breathes, arching against the older man’s long-fingered hand, eyes squeezed shut, body shuddering with need.
“Mmm, I like making my pretty little whore beg.” Kevin murmurs, fingers trailing up the blonde’s chest to pinch a rosy little nipple. “Tell me, Nicky, do you want me to fuck you like a whore?”
“Oh yes…oh fuck yes.” Nick moans.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, fuck me Kevin…I’m your whore.”
The bitch may be clueless about everything else, but he seems quite good at this particular game.
Well, you know what they say about practice.
Kevin strokes his cheek tenderly. “Pretty, pretty whore.” He grabs the lube off the nightstand and coats his cock. Then he gently spreads Nick’s legs and slides a pillow underneath his hips, slipping a long, slick finger inside his ass. Nick groans and bucks against Kevin’s hand, and he slides another finger in, working them in and out, loosening Nick up.
“More Kevin, please…” he gasps, and Kevin obligingly slides a third finger in. Nick arches and moans. “Ah shit Kevin, I need…fuck…I..ohh!”
“Shh Puppy, I know. I know.” Kevin slides the fingers out, and leans over to kiss Nick softly, easing himself inside the blonde’s ass. Nick breaks away from the kiss and moans, legs wrapping around Kevin’s hips, red heels digging into the older man’s flesh.
Kevin slowly begins to thrust, running his hands up Nick’s chest, teasing his nipples. Nick arches off the bed, groaning, begging.
“Touch me, Kev, please, I need to…I need - ” he cuts off with a groan as Kevin’s hand wraps around his swollen cock and begins to pump it. His face is flushed with blood and passion as he arches up off the bed and throws his head back, shooting thick spurts of come onto his stomach.
Kevin’s harsh breaths echo through the room as his thrusting increases in speed. Nick watches him with heavy-lidded eyes, breath escaping through his swollen, red pout. He runs a hand up the outside of the older man’s arm, over his shoulder, gently cupping the straining vein in his neck. His eyes roll back with a little sigh and he wiggles his hips beneath Kevin, hand sliding down Kevin’s sculpted chest. Kevin grunts loudly and then goes absolutely still for a moment, before collapsing on top of Nick with a satisfied sigh.
They share a long, deep kiss, and Kevin works his mouth down Nick’s throat, taking the pearls in his mouth, sucking and tugging at them before moving lower, licking the come off Nick’s stomach with long strokes of his tongue.
They kiss long and slow again, and soon fall asleep, still tangled in each other arms.
Yeah, it’s a damn sweet sight.
If you’re not tied to a fucking chair with a plug up your ass and a dick as stiff as two-day old macaroni.
Yep, I’m fucked. The wall isn’t looking so bad anymore. I start twisting in my chair, seeing if I can get my dick to rub against it.
A throat clears near me and I look up to see Brian standing there, pointedly averting his eyes. He’s taken the hat off, and isn’t clutching the bible anymore, but the lipstick is still smeared across his mouth.
I make a demanding little noise in my throat and he looks at me. I make it again, and he hesitantly reaches forward, pulling the gag out of my mouth.
“Little help?” I ask.
He just looks at the floor, shifting nervously from one foot to another.
“C’mon, isn’t it your Christian duty to help those in need or some shit like that?” And fuck if I’m not in some pretty bad need right now.
He stands there, undecided for a moment, before he nods jerkily, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a damp washcloth. He gently cleans the blood off my face, and then retrieves the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand.
Very careful not to touch me, he reaches around the chair and releases the handcuffs.
I grasp his wrist before he can take away his hands. I feel him tense, his pulse speeding up. Slowly, keeping eye contact, I bring his hand around and wrap it around my cock. “Thanks. But that wasn’t the need I was referring to.”
The shock is evident on his face, but he’s not moving his hand away. A good sign.
I thrust slightly against his palm and his eyes grow wide and steps back, shaking his head. “No. This is wrong.”
I grab his hand and bring it back to my cock. “C’mon Brian, don’t be a hypocrite.” I finger the wet spot on the front of his pants and the hard cock underneath it. “Help me out here. After all, helping your fellow man is always the right thing to do.” I waggle my eyebrows at him, gently stroking the front of his slacks.
He shifts his feet again. I think I’m making him a bit…uncomfortable.
I groan in shock when I feel his hand slowly pump my cock.
Damn, Churchboy is actually believing the shit I’m feeding him.
Oh fuck yeah.
He moves his hand up and down again.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Brian. Just keep it up. Just like that.”
Seeming to grow more confident, he starts pumping a little faster. I thrust my hips up and let his hand ride me. It isn’t long before I’m coming, hard and fast into his palm.
He holds up his come-covered hand and gazes at it in wonder. I grasp his wrist and bring his hand to my mouth, licking off every last trace of salt-tangy fluid, sucking each finger into my mouth, running my tongue over his wrist and the back of his hand.
“Um, A.J.?”
I look at him questioningly, stroking the front of his slacks.
He tries to bite back a moan, but his hips involuntarily thrust towards me, a gasping noise escaping his throat. “I…I think I may be in…need…too.”
I bite my lip to keep from grinning as I pull his hips towards me. I nuzzle the tent in his slacks with my mouth, drawing my tongue up the smooth fabric.
He groans as I grasp the zipper with my teeth, sliding it down. I push up his shirt and press my lips against his taut little stomach, tongue swirling around his navel. My hands unbutton his slacks and pull them down around his hips. Gripping the edge of his boxers with my teeth, I tug them down over his erection.
His cock is blushing a deep shade of red, thrusting out of its modest patch of blond curls. I run my tongue up the shaft, pressing my lips to the underside of the head. Brian groans and I feel his hands tangle in my hair, pushing my face closer. Ignoring the ache in my jaw, I take him in my mouth, sliding my lips up and down, tongue teasing the ridge underneath. My hand reaches into his boxers to massage his balls.
“Ah, holy fuck A.J.,” he breathes. “I didn’t know it could feel so…”
I let his cock slide out of my mouth. “Wrong?”
He shakes his head. “Good.” He pushes my head back to his cock. “Please don’t stop.”
I take him back in my mouth and continue sucking. His fingers tighten in my hair and I know he’s close. I pull back and wrap my hand around him.
“Tell me you want it, Brian.”
His eyes are squeezed shut, hips thrusting, demanding.
“Tell me, Brian.”
“I…I want it!” he gasps.
I cover his cock with my mouth and he groans, come spilling over my lips. He sags and begins to fall on me, but I catch him and situate him in my lap, gently stroking his spent cock.
“Oh god…what have I done?” he murmurs.
I kiss his temple tenderly. I wipe the lipstick off his lips with the pad of my thumb and kiss his swollen mouth. “Let’s get out of here before Tweedle-Dom and Tweedle-Dumb wake up.”
He just nods. I put his cock back into his pants and zip him up. He just stands dumbly by the chair as I work that god-awful butt plug out and locate my jeans. I hiss a little at the stinging the rough fabric causes as its slides over all my brand-spanking new welts. I get all my weapons situated on me and slide my coat on, then motion Brian to follow me to the car.
I slide in the seat of the Toyota and start it up. The sun is just starting to break over the horizon, bathing everything in a pale golden glow. I slip my sunglasses on and grab a cigarette out of the pack on my dashboard. I look at Brian over the tops of the glasses. He stares back at me with those brilliant blue eyes, and I offer him a cigarette.
He looks at the outstretch pack for a minute, then looks back at me. “But smoking is-“
“Wrong? Yeah, I know.”
“Well, just so long as you know.” He slides one out of the pack and hangs it awkwardly on his lip. I offer him a light, and he accepts, coughing slightly.
It’s real cute.
I put my foot on the gas, and we’re off into the sunrise.