Title: Know Your Role (sequel to Majority Rules)
Author: Lavender Flutterby
Feedback: sure...
Featuring: SweetBone, implied Bri/Nick, Kev watching and being a
smartass.
Rating: Dude, it's got the word "fuck" in it if ya don't like that word
don't
read the fucking story.
Warning: This story contains elements of slash--Meaning hot guys doing
um,
Hot stuff to each other that they prolly only do in real life with
chicks.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the Backstreet Boys (more's
the
pity) their management (thank God), their families (no comment),
significant
others (none of em), their pets (Willa was a pet), or pool guys (who
are
probably kinda cute). The story is a figment of my twisted imagination.
All
lyrics were taken from Backstreet.net
and belong to the persons who wrote them. I corrected the ones that
were
obviously wrong but, if I missed something please accept my apologies.
Hell,
please accept them anyway cause some of these songs are cheesy.
AN: This story spawned from a late night conversation with some friends
and a
very *clears throat* enlightening experience with an ex (does that
count as
TMI)? The combination of the two and *tahdaaaaah*
Summary: A New tour. AJ brings the guys a present. Howie and Kevin get
new
roles and Nick and Brian discuss Boy Scouts. It also coninues to play
on the
"roles" each of the boys have been given. A follow-up to Majority
Rules.
Dedication: This one is for Steph 75, for indulging my semi sedated
flights
of fancy just in a different way. *sniggles* and Eva is the SweetBone
Goddess!
And now a word from our sponsor: This story was brought to you in part
by
Ambien, the insomniac's friend.
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The first show of a new tour. Nervous energy abounds.
The Young One was bouncing off the walls.
The Sweet One was fidgety.
The Good One was unnerved.
The Old One was cranky - What's new about that?
The Bad One was late ... again.
AJ rushed into the room, uncaring of the time.
"Sup yall? Why's everyone just sitting here looking stupid?"
A chorus of answers spoken in rapid succession.
"Nervous."
"Nervous."
"Nervous."
"You're 15 minutes late." Gee, wonder who that was.
Undaunted, he ignored the last reply.
"At least some of you will forgive me when I show you why. I was
feeling all
nice so I got you guys something; guaranteed to relieve some of the
tension
in this room. Just so ya know it really wasn't my fault, blame Jive I
told
them what I wanted and they made me wait for it."
Suspicions arise, after the last time they'd better.
"Really? That's pretty cool of ya, Aje."
One poor unsuspecting fool. Some people never learn.
AJ walked casually over to the television, quickly removed a movie from
his
too large pant pocket, and popped it into the VCR. He grabbed the
remote and
flopped his body into a comfortable position. One leg draped over the
arm of
the chair, the other on a very suspicious 'Sweet One,' and pushed play.
"Yall ready? Here we go..."
After a few moments a familiar melody began to play.
Not a word from the room's inhabits.
"There's somethin about the way you move caught my eye
I really did have to try it and I couldn't fight it.
The way your body swayed as I watched from behind
Got me so excited and I can't deny it."
A soft seductive question asked with an almost imperceptible raise of a
quirky brow.
"You like?"
Howie cleared his throat and could do no more than nod as he watched
the
images of the bodies undressing each other on the screen.
"Pretty sweet hunh? We've been immortalized in porn."
A wild cackle.
A cursory glance around the room showed a myriad of mixed expressions
but
they all boiled down to awe.
"Bri, this isn't us forcing you to stay. I just thought we should all
meditate together before we kick this thing off right, ya know? Someone
apparently made the whole soundtrack our songs. So I figure why not get
off
watching other people get off to us."
No comment.
"Bri? You okay in here? I mean if it gets to be too much you can go
roam the
venue or annoy the band."
"No, Kev, J's right we do need to have some um, group meditation.
Before this
show we gotta loosen up or we're not gonna go out there and give em
what they
came here to see."
If You Lay down, lay down beside me,
You can get all inside me I can get all inside you too
AJ's hips were unconsciously thrusting in time to the music, he'd
performed
the song as a solo innumerable times, it was just a natural reaction
for him.
The fact that he was doing this half on Howie's lap made for what could
be a
disastrous situation. Or so he thought, until in the hopes of finding a
more
comfortable position, he slid more fully between Howie's legs. He
didn't miss
a beat as he danced hands slowly roaming from Howie's body down his
own.
AJ swept the room with his eyes briefly and saw how close Brian
and
Nick were sitting pretty close together now, knees touching and an
unintelligible conversation between them.
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So I stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
I was lost inside your world with you....
Kevin sat alone but his steamy green gaze was firmly fixed on the
dance
that AJ was performing and the lap it was being performed in. What had
started as just moving to a familiar rhythm and had somewhere in the
translation become a full fledged lap dance in a semi reclined
position. He
was instantly reminded of how sexually charged the performance of this
particular song had always been. Kevin stuffed his hands into his
pockets and
continued to watch hoping he wasn't being blatant. He sat enthralled,
ignoring the bodies on the screen and their seemingly rehearsed moans.
He
focused his energy more on suppressing the impulse to release the
pressure in
his groin.
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"Close your eyes
And imagine
Let the music
Put you into the zone
I get lost, lost inside things you do
When you do the things you do
Come on and work your body
Work your body"
He knew he was being watched, felt the eyes and enjoyed them.
Now for part two.
Howie had a visitor now he was fair certain that Kevin did as well.
Maybe this would require only a minimum amount effort.
Let the other two take matters into each others hands.
"Enjoying the show, Kev?"
"A very rousing performance."
Smartass.
"Me or the one on the TV?"
"That vapid video has only one thing to recommend it and that's our
voices.
They could never hope to compare to you. So are you just gonna stop
there and
talk and leave him like that?"
The comment got him a very cocky smile.
"D?"
Hips grinded in a circular motion.
The response a half sigh half moan that resembled a curse.
Someone's got a potty mouth.
"You need some help?"
Only partially voiced, "yes please."
So polite.
"What do you want?"
"Don't torture him, you ass."
The voyeur growled, he almost seemed impatient.
Mind your own business.
AJ slid his hand between his body and the one beneath his pleased with
the
hardness he found there. He was also pleased with the low whine his
touch
elicited.
"Nope. You gotta tell me. What. Do. You. Want?" He punctuated each word
with
a lick; neck, jaw, cheek, and slightly parted lips, respectively.
Howie's hips rocked forward into the unmoving hand and he gasped at the
jolt
of contact.
"We don't have time for this now, Alex. If you're nice maybe he'll let
you
play with him later." This punctuated by the sound of a zipper going
down.
Yeah, so, who asked you?
Howie's eyes opened and locked with green ones. He watched as Kevin's
hand
slipped in the newly made hole and into the front of his boxers.
Hot.
He thrust his hips again with a sound similar to a hiss.
From between bared teeth came an almost unrecognizable phrase.
"Touch. Me. Now!"
"Where?"
"In a box with a fucking fox. I'm done with your little game, either do
it or
I'll handle it myself."
"Not the best time to quote Dr. Seuss, but he may have a point."
Is that amusement from Kevin?
"One more question?"
"I hate you!"
"I agree."
Two sets of brown eyes glared, first at each other and then at Kevin;
no
longer "The Old One," newly dubbed in each of their minds as "The
Smartass."
"You'd better ask your question, J. I have no problem finishing what
you
started here."
Howie had yet to stop his perfectly measured, fluid counterpoint to
AJ's
seemingly endless dance.
"What's in it for me?"
"Not a damned thing if you don't get your teasing ass in gear. I know
you're
just as hot as I am and it wouldn't take much for me to get myself off
and
leave you that way."
For emphasis he bit down on AJ's ear.
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Oh, mystery lady you've got something I like
Tell me your here to stay
Your dangerous, oh baby
Could you do me right
Will you come out and play?
'Cuz that's the way I like it
"Frack, what're you doing?"
"Nothing just sitting here ... what're you doing?"
"Sitting here pitching a tent that woulda made mah Boy Scout Troop
Leader
proud," came the soft yet sardonic reply.
"Any ideas how that happened?" Nick shifted for what felt like the
hundredth
time in 10 minutes to accommodate his own growing arousal.
A clueless shrug.
"Any idea how you're gonna fix it? I mean ya could go on stage like
that but
um I thought they only expected that stuff from me and Bone. What would
Leigh
think of all the pictures that will be taken of you 'pitching that
tent' as
you put it?"
"So you have a suggestion then?"
"If you'd be interested in a small tit for tat then I'm certain we'll
both be
happy with the arrangement."
"So, you and Bone sit and read books on how to manipulate us and which
words
to use where to get your way when, right?"
What did he just say?
"No. Not every day, but we have to do something for fun. So did it
work?"
"So far so good."
"We have a deal, then?"
"The deal entails what?"
"Okay in laymen's term:s I get you off; you get me off, we're both
satisfied,
and go on stage cool as ever."
An annoyed look for having to explain something that could've been
handled
without all the useless words.
For his efforts he received only the slightest of nods.
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"If you like it innovative
Better get someone creative, honey
Yes
And if you wanted it to be jammin'
Gotta get somebody slammin' baby"
"Tellya what-" AJ was cut off by a finger placed over his lips.
"You, shutup. Hey Kev, You wanna see me get him back?"
"I think I'd enjoy that."
Kevin was almost disturbed by the evil gleam in Howie's eye.
"J, if I make you come in your pants without touching anything but your
head
and neck then you have to perform that way tonight. All sticky and
messy."
A mockery of a smile.
Who is this person and where did they put the "Sweet One?"
"Do you even know who you're talking to?"
"Yup, actually I do. So are you in or do I get myself off while you sit
there
and talk a bunch of shit. Don't just sit with your pretty little mouth
open;
you have three seconds to decide."
"Fine. You can't do it so I'm not worried."
Howie smelled fear, he liked that smell.
"Oh, but you should be. Turn around."
Before AJ could do more than turn to face him Kevin spoke again.
"I know he deserves it and all but just to make it fair doncha think
there
ought to be a time limit or something?"
"Fine with me. Ten minutes seem fair enough?"
Attitude much?
"That's cool with me but, what do I get when you lose?"
"I'll ride your bus to the next city and you can do whatever you want
to me
for the whole six hours."
"You are so dead."
"And you talk too much. We're agreed? Kev's the witness."
"Agreed. Kev, don't forget to tell this loser when his ten minutes are
up."
Arrogance was written all over AJ's face.
"And don't get too self involved to note the exact second he humiliates
himself." A sardonic smile accompanied Howie's last remark.
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"Think he can do it?"
"He'd better or I feel really sorry for him."
"You should be feeling sorry for me right now, Mr. Littrell."
"You're the one sitting here worried about what's goin on over there."
"So we're going to sit here and argue moot points, then?"
"I'm not so sure I like this new vocabulary of yours."
"You'd rather I be ghetto fabulous like a certain Nick Carter wannabe?"
"Good Lord, no. We can stop talking now. Unzip your pants."
"Fa sho."
The smile that won the heart's of millions.
The zipper went down.
"Nicky, just sit there, be pretty, and let me put my hand in your
shorts."
He did as he was told, for once; then, he returned the favor.
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"(Yeah I'm your bad boy, your bad boy)
If you really want it good
(Oh yeah)
If you really want it good
(I like this)
If you really want it good
(Oh you want it bad baby)
If you really want it good"
"Start."
Howie pulled off AJ's shades and smirked at him for close to a minute.
"You can look at me for hours on my bus later. Right now you're just
wasting
time you really need."
"Shut. Up!"
Howie licked his lips in preparation.
AJ suddenly knew what it felt like to be hunted and stalked like a
small
rodent.
He didn't like that.
"Are you gonna actually try to win or ya gonna just sit there and stare
at me
for the next... what is it now Kev?"
"Nine minutes."
"I told you to shut up. Quit talking and open your mouth."
His expression was one of mild boredom. He leaned in and lightly
licked
around AJ's lips before slowly entering with his tongue and sucking
AJ's
bottom lip in the process. When he felt the tension leave AJ's body he
grabbed him by his nape to deepen the kiss, furthering his exploration
of the
inside of the other man's mouth.
AJ moaned deep in the back of his throat and Howie nipped at his
tongue. A
split second later he began to alternate using pressure and suction.
AJ's hips began to rock sporadically. Abruptly, Howie ended the kiss.
"You like that hunh?"
"Mmhmm."
"Want me to do it again ... maybe harder?"
AJ's hands skimmed Howie's chest before responding.
"Fuck yeah."
"Ask nicely."
"You sadistic little-"
He stopped when one of Howie's eyebrows shot up and his licked his lips
again, daring him to continue.
"Yes, please."
Did he just chirp?
"That's better."
Howie resumed the kiss sucking more aggressively at his tongue this
time. He
pulled harder at the hair in his fingers and continued to increase the
intensity periodically grazing with his teeth.
He felt AJ shudder against him and bit down on his lip with a groan. It
was
becoming harder to concentrate due to the moans from the others in the
room
and grinding going on in his lap. So, he looked over to Kevin.
"Time?"
"Damn that's hot. Uh, you have four minutes left."
Howie ran a finger down AJ's jaw line. Pleased with his progress.
"Give up. You know you want to."
All he received in response was a stifled groan.
The hard way then.
"Suck my tongue, Alex."
It was more command than request.
AJ complied he didn't have a choice. His eyes rolled back in his head,
his
whole body spasmed and he panted out his orgasm, resting his head on
Howie's
shoulder.
"Ho-ly fuck!"
Kevin came all over his own hand.
Howie bit his own lip, half moaned, closed his eyes and allowed himself
to
let go.
Still trying to catch his breath he asked, his voice ragged, "Time?"
"You did it," pausing for air he added," with two minutes to spare.
Sorry, J."
Howie smiled and pushed AJ's limp body off him onto the floor. He
reached
down and stuck his hand in AJ's jeans for evidence. He then, walked
over and
put his finger into Kevin's mouth proving without a doubt that he'd
won. He
gestured to Brian and Nick offering them a taste, when they declined he
looked back to AJ.
"I'm going to go clean up now. Alexander, don't ever fuck with me like
that
again."
As AJ lay unmoving on the floor many questions ran through his head.
Where the hell had he learned to do that?
How could he get him to teach it to him?
Howie sang first tenor since when did his voice get all deep and
throaty?
Who the fuck was this new guy and what the hell had he done with Howie?
The main thought that plagued him was how uncomfortable he was gonna be
performing with certain parts of his anatomy glued to his leg.
All of this cause he and Nick thought it would be a good idea to have
porn on
their tour rider.
He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed that the others had
all gone
out one by one, cleaned up and changed into their costumes and were all
lounging around him. He should have suspected something but his
circuits were
still shorted out.
"Get up, sleeping beauty."
"Here, get dressed we do have a show to do."
His first costume was thrown at him, along with the video that brought
in
with him.
"What's the matter? You still can't think straight after our 'Sweet
One'
rocked your world without even touching you?"
AJ looked around the room petulantly, locating Kevin, and glaring at
him.
"Who decided Howard was the 'Sweet One?"
Roles may change from day to day but one thing remains the same....
Kevin will always be a Smartass.
The End.
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