Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 00:14:34 -0700
From: Aphrodite s <ataleof2boybands@lycos.com>
Subject: A Tale of Two Boybands 34

***Disclaimer:

This is yet another story about those hunky boys of the Backstreet Boys and
'N Sync written by a straight woman. Therefore, please excuse my writings
if they appear to be a bit screwed due to my lack of knowledge. This story
is a work of FICTION (note the term FICTION- I can't stress this enough)
and is purely written for the sole purpose of entertainment and
enjoyment. Yes! Entertainment. That's all... think of it like a movie.  You
watch for entertainment and you read for entertainment. These events did
not happen to the best of my knowledge and therefore actions taken in this
story do not reflect the true nature of the characters involved. This story
does not imply anything about the sexuality of the person(s) involved. And
if you're an underage teenie or do not wish to read about male/male sexual
relationships, this is now the time to shut your lap-top as there will be
sexual explicit scenes throughout. Proceed with your own risk. Enough with
the warnings, now on with the story.

***Author's Note:

I hate text format:-( It's so plain.  But text format is better than
nothing at all.  To view the story in the pretty Aphrodite format with
pretty pictures and pretty italics and everything pretty, please visit
http://www.friendsnlovers.cjb.net for a link to the story or
http://www.ataleof2boybands.cjb.net/ for a direct link.  Please, do visit
me at my home.  I'm very lonely these days.  Enough with the whining.
After all, I'm not Justin Timberlake:-)


A TALE OF TWO BOYBANDS

CHAPTER XXXIV

Brian woke up feeling oddly sore.  His face was sore from having been
stretched out during the night in the form of a smile. Yes, a smile.  Brian
had been smiling all night.  Why? Brian did not know.  He massaged his face
a little, making funny expressions on his face. He yawned tiredly as he
stretched his upper body.  Funny. It seemed like he hadn't slept all night.

And then it occurred to Brian just as the sun was dawning on his
bronze-tinted shoulders.  He had been up all night with the most fuckable
guy on this planet. Granted, it was just another wet dream, but it was so
real and so incredibly intense, Brian could almost taste Justin's juices in
his mouth still.  It was absolutely amazing.  Brian could not remember the
details of the dream, but he remembered vague Justin lying on his bed,
absolutely nude.  He lay on his bed with his legs spread, offering himself
completely to Brian, of course, after all it was a dream.  His back arched
as he grasped tightly onto the sheets underneath him.  Sweat teemed over
his forehead.  Glistened over his body.  He bit his bottom lips as he
thrashed on the bed wildly.  Justin had the most amazing face.  There was
nothing more beautiful than a freshly fucked Justin Timberlake.  Brian
kneeled at the foot of the bed. Tossing an ice cube into his mouth, he
plunged between Justin's legs to devour his main course.  Justin responded
erotically with moans and grunts, thrusting his hips upward into Brian's
mouth.  It was so captivating in Brian's eyes as Justin thrashed on the
bed, crying out loud in pleasure.

After having meticulously worked on Justin's cock, Brian abandoned the
tender organ.  He pounced onto the bed and crawled seductively over
Justin's body, pulling apart his legs as he slid over his body to meet him.
One hand cradled Justin's head gently.  The other hand massaged sensuously
Justin's already inflamed cock.  He leaned forward.  He kissed Justin's
lips hungrily as he slammed his engorged cock inside Justin's irresistible
tight hole.  Together, they rocked the bed, thrashing wildly like primitive
animals banging each other.

Awe…that was the most amazing dream ever.  That dream should be the
standard for which all homoerotic wet dreams be measured to.  That was pure
ecstasy.  Who needs the drug when you can dream of Justin Timberlake all
night? Brian shifted position in bed.  He swung his arm around and slipped
his hand underneath the sheets only to get tangled in a mesh of coarse
pubic hair.

"Jesus! Kevin! I said it's okay for us to sleep together so long as you
don't sleep in the nude."  Brian fumed.

Brian yanked his hand out of the meshwork of coarse hair, eliciting a
painful moan from underneath the sheets.  A familiar, yet, strange
sound. He had heard this sound before. He shook his hand, trying to rid of
the hair stuck in his nails when something dawned upon him.  The sunlight
peering through the window highlighted the few strands of hair in his
hand. He let all but one fall out of his grasp. Holding up the last
remaining pubic hair up in the sunlight.  He watched in awe as the curly
spring of light brown shone blonde under the sunlight. He knew pubic hair
to be curly, but not this curly.  At least, not in Kevin's case.  And
blonde.  No.  Kevin wasn't a blonde. Curly and blonde.  Blonde and Curly.
It could mean one thing only.  Justin Timberlake.  Justin was in his bed.
The body spooning against him was not that of his cousin, Kevin, but
Justin's.  Brian quickly peeked underneath the sheets.  A crown of golden
curls was all Brian saw.  He rushed out of his bed and darted for his
bathroom.  He turned on the shower at full speed.  He stood in the shower
for several minutes, trying to calm himself down. This was too surreal.
One minute he was dreaming of Justin and now Justin was in his bed.  He got
out of the shower several minutes later.  He slapped himself a few times
across the face to assure himself that he was widely awake before returning
to his bedroom.

Indeed, the image of a nude Justin Timberlake was not just a mere figment
of his imagination.  It couldn't get anymore real.  Justin was lying on his
side with the sheets tucked between his legs as he sucked on the sheets.
His entire body glowed under the sunlight.  The sunlight cast shadows
across the curvatures of his lean body, accentuating every inch.  His ass
smooth as a baby's behind.  His arms defined those possess by men…hairy
and sexy.  Strong back muscles, legs.  And rock hard pectorals. Damn. He
was too beautiful to take in all at once. The sheets still clung onto his
body.  Love juices courtesy of Brian from the night before acting as an
adhesive as the sheets glued to his body.  Cocking his head to the side,
Brian approached the bed.  He had to touch him to see if he was real. He
needed to know if Justin Timberlake was real.  One touch.  He was real.

"Brian, I'm all spent from last night.  Can't I have another two hours to
sleep, please?"

He heard Justin mumble in his sleep.

"Baby, you can have the entire day to get ready for the encore tonight."
Brian flashed a grin as he leaned in to kiss his young boyfriend on the
forehead.

"It's a beautiful morning," Brian sang blissfully as he opened the window
to their bedroom.  Still singing aloud, he tied the curtains, letting the
sunlight peered through and striking against Justin's angelic face.  Brian
smiled affectionately as he recalled the memories of the night before.  And
what fond memories they were.  Whistling, he put on his jogging suit and
skipped out of the room.

"It's a beautiful morning," Brian continued to sing as he jogged down the
streets he was band from going near.  He would sing more but Aphrodite
doesn't know the lyrics to the rest of the song, so...  The dogs were
barking as he rounded the corner.  As soon as they caught sight of him, the
rottweilers whimpered away into the houses.  Brian, pouted, as he
approached the fence.

"Here, doggie.  Here, doggie." Brian whistled.  As soon as they arrived at
his palm, he thrust his hand in his sweat pockets and found a few pieces of
beef jerky he had left from the year before.  He sniffed the beef jerky and
sure enough, it was still fresh.  He hand fed the dogs the meat and
accepted their wet gratitude.  Smiling, Brian got to his feet and proceeded
to jog away.  He waved to everyone as he jogged, saluting the older
gentlemen in the neighborhood. He even took a break from his jogging
routine to help an elderly woman cross the street.  As he waited for the
signal for him to cross the street, a car came to a screeching halt as he
was about to cross the intersection.  Mud flew in all directions, drenching
him in the filth.  Yet, instead of screaming at the top of his lungs, Brian
merely took two steps forward and using his jacket, he wiped the muddy
residues off the car.  The man, baffled by this stranger's peculiar
kindness, rolled down his window. He was shock beyond belief to find
Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell still wiping away the mud from his window.
He knew of 'Nsync success at obliterating their record in March, but he
didn't expect the Backstreet Boys to succumb to cleaning car windows for a
living.  He reached in his pocket and handed Brian a $20 bill. He wanted to
give more, but McDonalds was just around the corner and he need to get some
artery clogging breakfast.  Brian refused his all too generous offer, but
the man in the car insisted Brian take the money.  He quickly sped away,
again, splashing mud all over Brian.  Brian wiped the mud from his face and
continued his jogging routine across the street, depositing the $20 in a
transient's tin bowl of pennies.

"No, sir. I can't take your offer." The homeless man pried open Brian's
hand to give the bill back.  "My leg is crippled. I can't possibly work 15
hours a day pulling weeds from your peach orchard for a measly $20."

"The money is free, sir." Brian assured the man, returning the bill to the
bowl.  "I want you to get some breakfast with the money.  I won't ask you
to repay me."

"But, sir, I don't understand.  Are you Brian Littrell, the man every
little creature in this town fear?  Will you hunt me down at dawn to skin
me alive?"

"Never. Where did you hear such nonsense?"

"From the town's priest.  Every Sunday, I go to the sermon and that's what
he said.  He said to do everything possible to stay away from you.  He even
said that you were the Devil in disguise."

"Oh." Brian sighed, deeply, as he recalled the torment he caused the town
for the past few years.  "Tell him and everyone else that I'm a changed man
for God spoke to me in the form of an angel.  I will no longer plague the
town with my anguish.  I will now be a productive citizen once more.  You
tell them that and return to me and I'll treat you to dinner at my estate."

"Okay, sir."

"Good day." Brian shook the dirty hands and jogged away.

As he arrived at the gates of his country estate, he reflected upon his
excursion around town.  All in all, he felt good about himself. He had
successfully made amends with the townspeople. Now, he and Kevin would no
longer be chased off the streets with brooms or be cursed with deadly black
magic spells. They would no longer be ostracized. He pushed open the door
and galloped inside, twirling around on his toes as he waltzed into the
kitchen, where his cousin and friend awaited his presence.  His dance
number stopped in front of the refrigerator as he stood in the limelight
peering inside the ice box.

"Um…Brian, that milk has been in there for nearly three months now."
Kevin's intervention was ten seconds too late as Brian gulped down the half
of the quart.

"And spoiled milk never tasted so good." Brian beamed with euphoria as he
finished the remaining half quart.  "I was jogging this morning and the sun
was just beautiful.  The morning was just stupendous. And the wonderful
people were lovely.  I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful sky."

"Someone got lucky last night." Howie smiled as he took a sip of the
steaming hot coffee.

"I was wondering what train hit last night." Kevin added.

"So, was it as good as you dreamed?" Howie asked, propping his elbow on the
table.

"I was in heaven. If the Grim Reaper were to come down to strike another
heart attack, I'd die happy.  It was so worth the wait."  Brian explained.
"Everything I ever dreamed about was intensified by a thousand times.  He
felt and tasted so good. His ass was so hard.  His hole was so tight.
Throughout the night, I had his throbbing cock in my fist as his body
thrashed around wildly under my grip.  All the juices that came out of that
boy was so sweet.  I don't think I have to eat anything this morning."

"Well, you better." Kevin interrupted.  "AJ just called. He wants us at the
studio in an hour."

"In an hour!" Brian whined.

"Yes, in an hour.  And from the sound of his voice, he doesn't seem very
happy."

And now enters the Dr. Evil...

Brian, Kevin, and Howie entered the building one by one.  They marched down
the hallway and into the conference room where they found AJ sitting at the
table, smoking his Cuban Cigar, but Nick was no where to be found.  As he
puffed, Howie swore he thought AJ was sporting a gold tooth, but then
again, the glint emitting from AJ could have been from the 4 karat diamond
rock on his slender finger.

"Where's Nick?" Howie asked, taking a seat at the table.

"Oh, God!  Fuck! Fuck! Down, bitch! Down! Fuck!" AJ cursed.

AJ's ecstasy driven profane scream was halted when he accidentally gagged
on the smoke he was puffing from his cigar.  His hacking cough had turned
his face red and the veins on his neck protruded even further.

"Don't just fuckin' sit there.  Help me!" AJ coughed as the cigar slipped
off his fingers.

"Ouch!"

A scream from under the table startled everyone in the room.  All three
Backstreet Boys abandoned AJ and dropped down on their knees to peer under
the tables when Nick shot out from under the table, knocking down Howie in
the process.

"Mirror!  I need a mirror!" He shrieked, running around like a freshly
decapitated chicken.  He pushed his band mates away and got on the table.
He filtered through the scattered papers until he found the CD.  He set the
CD inches away from his neck and squinted his eyes to view the damage
caused by his boyfriend's burning Cuban cigar.  "Oh, no!" Nick cried in
vain.  "My neck! My beautiful neck!"

The vision of his once flawless neck, now tarnished, was blurred by the
tears coursing from his eyes. He threw the CD onto the ground, breaking it
to pieces.  AJ's eyes widened as the CD shattered into pieces.  He vaulted
out of his chair, attacking Nick like a madman.

"You idiot!" AJ yelled, pulling at Nick's hair.  "That was the only copy I
made."

"Get off of him!" Howie screamed, pulling AJ off of his younger band mate.
"Get off of him.  It's just one stupid song on that CD.  You spent three
months writing that song, you can spend another three months writing
another one."

"Fine!" AJ finally released Nick.  He returned to his seat and lit up
another cigar.

"Nick, are you ok?" Howie asked Nick.

"Of course, I'm not!" Nick cried, pushing Howie away.  "I'm damaged now.
My beauty is tarnished."

"Don't be so distraught, Nick." Kevin comforted the youngest Backstreet
Boy.  "It's not so bad.  Just apply some concealer and it'll look like you
have this permanent hickey."

"You're right." Nick smiled, once more, relieved that his beauty was not
lost, retrieving a bottle of liquid foundation.  "It does look a lot like a
hickey when I apply the make up on." Nick said, rubbing the liquid over his
burn.  "Now I look even more desirable now that I have this permanent
hickey on my neck. Thank you, Kevin."

"No problem." Kevin said, sitting down next to Brian at the table.

Kevin tried so hard not to laugh as Brian elbowed him in his stomach.  AJ
had to clear his throat to grab their attention.  Shortly, an hour after
Brian, Kevin, and Howie had arrived, the meeting was called to order.  AJ
handed the agenda as usual and began to go over the details of reclaiming
their record, again, when he noticed Brian had mentally slipped out of the
room.  Brian was humming to music in his head.  Justin's erotic moans were
music to his ears.  He began swaying from side to side.  A wide grin
plastered on his face as he reminisced over last night's consummation.

AJ had but enough when Brian started to belt out "It's Gonna Be Me".  And
it took AJ all the self-control he had over himself to stop himself from
yelling in Brian's face.  Instead, he smiled devilishly, leaning over the
table.

"Had a good time last night?" AJ hissed into Brian's ear.  "When will you
bring your fuck toy along so we can share?"

Brian snapped out of his trance and charged at AJ only to freeze at the
touch of a gun pointing to his head.  His eyes narrowed in on AJ's dark
orbs as AJ withdrew the gun and placed it on the table.  As AJ returned to
his seat, Kevin pulled Brian back to his.  Howie and Nick both breathed in
a sigh of relief as they each sat down.

"I just thought that since we are all like brothers, we should share our
toys.  I always share mine with you." AJ sneered, catching a glimpse of the
clueless Nick in the corner of his eye.

"Justin's not for sharing." Brian snapped.  "How did you know?"

"I have my ways." AJ answered.  "You think you can hide Justin in your
house for this long and not have me find out.  What do you take me for?
Nick?!"

"Hey, I'm smart!" Nick was quickly silenced by AJ's clenched fist raised in
the air.

"I'm going now." Brian said, getting out of his chair, failing to remember
that AJ still had his gun.  AJ quickly reminded him with a single flying
bullet just inches away from his arm.

"Sit down!" AJ threatened, waving the gun back and forth.  "You are going
to stay here in the studio with us and rot and work on our new album until
it finishes."

"Are you threatening me, Alexander James?" Brian stood his ground, refusing
to oblige to AJ's demands.

"I guess you didn't hear me so clearly, Brian." AJ said, polishing his gun
with the sleeves of his shirt.  "If you don't sit your ass down right now
to start working on our album, I'll give Billy Riley the code to your
fuckin' estate so when your pretty boy is sleeping, he could march in that
love nest of yours and act on his sadistic fantasies.  Maybe, if you're
lucky, he'll leave you with Justin's right ball so you can masturbate to."

"You son of bitch!" Brian plopped his ass down on the chair, folding his
arms over his chest.  "You even dare go near Justin, I'd hunt you down and
tear your limbs apart."

"Now.  Now.  We don't need to succumb to violence.  All I want is for the
best of our group. I want us to begin working on the best album the world
will see.  And then you can go back to your fuck toy." AJ reasoned with
Brian.  "I don't care if you two fuck all day so long as he's with you.
Sure beats him going back to his lame ass group.  But if I ever find out
that he plans to leave that shit hole of yours, I'll fuckin' spread the
news of his whereabouts to every sadistic psychopaths lists on the net and
reward the first psycho to tear him in half.  Understand?" AJ patted Brian
on the head as an owner would to a pet dog.

"Where are you going?" Howie asked AJ as he walked past him.

"Take a nap.  Now that you guys are all going to be here, I'm going to
rest." AJ explained, making his way to the door.  "Oh." He stopped and
turned around.  "Kevin, we don't need you here.  Go home and keep an eye on
Justin."

"But I want to work on the album, too." Kevin argued.

"No." AJ shook his head.  "Not after that "Perfect Fan" shit you pulled
last time.  I don't think so.  Go make yourself useful and make sure Justin
doesn't leave."

"Fine." Kevin finally gave in, throwing out his chair in the process.  He
pushed AJ aside as he left the three Backstreet Boys in the room to work
alone on their forthcoming album.  "So much for being like brothers."


***Awww...Dr. Evil and his brainless sidekick are back.  I miss them so
much. Don't you?  I'd like to applaud JM for his contribution to the tale.
That was one hot monkey sex scene. And lastly, are there any curly haired
blondes out there?  Did I get the description of the pubic hair right?  I
want to make sure I'm in bed with Justin and not with Lance when I visit
them in July.  Thanks:-)

ataleof2boybands@lycos.com

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