Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 12:07:23 -0700
From: mistress_n9@juno.com
Subject: Dead Rivalry

Here's something out of my line of work: A VISUAL

Disclaimer: Don't know *N Sync, Backstreet, or their sexuality. (I'm
BOUND to screw up on some info but it's ok coz I'm trying to prove a
point)

Hello ladies and gentlemen. This is a short visual I have written
between Backstreet Boy Nickolas Gene Carter and *N Sync-er James(?)
Lance Bass. This is written so fans of both bands could enjoy fiction
without saying Backstreet or N Sync is better. Both are high
professionals that sing and are pretty damn good about it. The only
reason I dislike N Sync is Justin Timberlake. The teenyboppers think
he's a dream but to me he is a nightmare. I see nothing wrong with
liking both bands (So, ok, I like one song and one band member's cute.
Big deal!).

The following sexual intercourse's characters could be replaced by
anyone of your choice to ease whatever cringing that might appear. This
is to prove that the characters do not count, the storyline does.

If you have any problem, the exits are located on your back button.
Thank you.

Dead Rivalry

Lance Bass wiped the sweat off his brow with a towel. That was one hell
of a show. It sold out. The reception was great and nothing could be
better.

Well, maybe just ONE TINY thing.

He sighed heavily and drooped to his hotel room. Battle of the Boy
Bands. It's all Media talk, you know. They noticed the similarities
between *N Sync and the Backstreet Boys. They thought one copied
another. But the truth was they all shared the same pain. They often
hung out whenever they had downtime. Like brothers, too. Hell, they were
at Kevin's wedding as well as Brian's. It's all in the media's
imagination.

He slipped the card key through the lock and watched as the green light
signaled that it was clear. He walked in; ready to take care of his
problem he had managed to bring up thinking about the whole ordeal, when
he saw his love draped in the middle of the bed with a sheet covering
the barest essential.

"Nicky..." he gasped.

Nickolas Carter smirked. "I was hoping you'd be back soon, darling."

"W-what are you doing here?" he stuttered.

"What?" Nick pouted; making his lips even fuller. "You don't love me
anymore?"

Lance groaned s the fabric around his lower half began to restrict.
"No...god, no!" Within seconds, he was on the bed as well. "Babe, it's
the total opposite." Lance replied as he ground himself into Nick. Their
lips met in a kiss that left both of them breathless.

"Someone's concert went well." Nick smiled evilly. "And for such a
concert, one should get such a reward, right?" Lance smiled at Nick.
This was what exactly happened during the Millennium Tour. "Lay down,
tiger." Nick whispered as he flipped Lance into the bed. "It's your
night tonight." Lance had no time to react as he felt Nick's lips upon
his again. The younger man trailed his electric kisses down the other's
face, down his neck. Blue eyes met green as he sucked on Lance's Adam's
apple like he would another part of his lover's anatomy.

Hearing Lance's moan of satisfaction, Nick resumed his trail of intense
kisses down his chest. His tongue encircled the colored skin around the
nipple; almost smiling when he heard his lover beg to lick the rest.
Instead, he gently and agonizingly slowly bit down on the nipple,
causing Lance to gasp and sweat. Nick's tongue flicked over his prisoner
between his teeth. He slowly let go and began to same torture to its
twin.

Lance's green eyes fluttered closed as he writhed in the sweet torture
his lover was giving him. "Nick..." he groaned. Nick's arousing mouth
and nipping teeth made him painfully hard. He needed his release soon
but at the pace Nick was going, he wasn't going to have it in a while.
It seemed like hours before he felt Nick's breath near the quivering
organ that rose from his crotch.

Nick gently licked away the precum that beaded at the slit. He knew this
drove Lance wild. He could tell from the way he grabbed the sheets and
how he was violently moving. "Do you want to tell me what you want,
tiger?" he asked. His voice was breathless but he breathed enough cool
air across the shivering organ to make the other man cry out in
frustration.

"Please." Lance gasped.

"Please what, baby?"

"Suck me. Oh god, suck me! God! Just touch me! I don't care! Just
please! Let me..." his plea was interrupted by a moan. Nick bent down
and gently took the head in his wet, warm mouth. "Yesss...Nicky." he
breathed. Nick pulled off and began to kiss down the thick shaft; gently
nipping the sides. Nick was controlling Lance's orgasm. They both knew
it. Nick kissed his way back up.

For Lance, it was hard to breathe let alone see. It was hard enough to
stay conscious let alone concentrate. His world was only a pair of warm,
wet lips that caressed the most sensitive part of his body. Nick again
suckled Lance's member; taking more and more until he was using his
throat muscles to work the thick piece of meat.

"Oh...Nick...Nicky...Nickolas...I'm gonna--" he gasped. Nick let it fall
out but kept the head in. "I'm gonna...oh, that feels good..." he
moaned. His breath got caught in his throat. "I'm gonna...CUM!!!!!" he
screamed as volley after volley of seed poured down Nick's throat. Nick
swallowed it and licked the rest off of the bedspread. He was still
gasping for air when Nick licked his way back up to kiss his lips.

"How was it, honey?" he asked.

"Absolutely blissful."

"I know something that will make you feel even better, tiger." Nick
purred. "That is...if you really want to."

"Oh I want to. You can bet I want to." Lance grinned as he reached for a
condom. "We do it safely, of course." Nick grinned back at him then
gasped as he felt Lance's warm touch unroll the rubber onto him.

"Damn you, Lance. You're damn evil." Nick growled. Lance smirked as he
took his hands away from Nick. "You want it all at once? Or slow,
painful torture?" he whispered seductively.

"All at once." Lance growled. Nick smirked and slowly pushed his covered
cock into Lance's hole. Lance and Nick gasped together. Nick slowly
pushed in another inch. There was a slight pain on Lance's part but he
didn't mind as much as the need to be completely filled. "Nicky...more."
Nick nodded and pushed in another inch; fighting to keep hold of his
sanity. It was almost too much. "More!" his lover begged. Nick slid in a
couple more inches. "More!!!" Lance screamed as Nick pushed in the
remaining 2 inches. They both laid still for Lance to become accustomed
to the feeling. Nick drew out then excruciatingly drove back in again.
Lance was on the brink of insanity because of the slow pace. "Please
Nicky..."

"Please..." panted Nick. "...What?"

"Faster." Lance stared right into Nick's eyes. "Fuck me senseless." Nick
needed no second thought before he grabbed Lance's legs and pile-drive
into him. "Oh...yeah..."

Nick moaned. "Damn, you're tight. Oh god...Lance..." he panted as he
pulled in and out of his love. Lance arched his back as pure euphoria
flowed through him again.

"I love you, Nicky!" he screamed.

"Unh...oh good god...LAAAAANCE!" screamed Nick as the universe exploded
around him. They lay still for a moment; their heavy sweat sealing them
together. It was moments before they fluttered back down to earth.
"Wow." Nick breathed, his head resting on Lance's chest.

"Every time, huh sweetie?" chuckled Lance.

"Oh yeah." He raised his head to kiss the man he loved. "And to think we
get to do this for tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and
the day after..." Lance chuckled and snuggled with his love. It was that
moment; all supposed rivalries diminished.


Voila! I never thought I had the nerve to do this but I did. Hopefully,
I proved my point? It doesn't matter about the characters. It's the
story/smut/whatever that counts.

Humor me and just email me, mmmk? Mistress_N9@juno.com