Copyright December 17, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Howie Dorough/Kevin Richardson (with special guest star AJ McLean)

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys are their own people.  The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.  This writing is a work of fiction.  I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This one's for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers.

Wherein Kevin's irritated, Kevin scowls, and Kevin tells AJ to shut up.

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        "How does this-"

        "Give it to me."

        "Do you-"

        "Give it to me."

        "Are you supposed to-"

        "Howie.  Give me-"

       "Maybe we should ask AJ."

       "We are not going to ask AJ.  Did you put in the batteries?"

        "AJ would know what to do with it."

        That was true, but Kevin was not going to ask AJ for advice.

        "Let me just ask him," Howie said.  "Like I say, he knows this stuff.  He'll know-"

        Kevin switched it on and off, on and off again.  "I don't know.  Maybe it-"

        Howie zipped up his fly and reached for the phone by the bed.

        "What are you doing?" Kevin asked.  "Don't call AJ."

        "I want it done right."

       "It's not the kind of thing you can do wrong," Kevin said.  Howie gave him a look.  "AJ's never done this before, anyway.  He won't know any more than I do."

        "There are just certain people you turn to for different things," Howie said.

        "Why did you ask me to do this if you're going to ask AJ?"

        "I want you to do it," Howie said.  "AJ can make sure you're - - we're - - doing it right."

       "You can't do it wrong," Kevin repeated.

        Howie was dialing.

        Kevin got up, irritated.

        "Yeah, AJ, it's Howie.  Can you come over here?  Kevin and I need your advice on something.  No, just come over here.  AJ."  Howie hung up the phone.  "He's coming."

        Kevin was not reassured.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  He was willing to do this, but he resented AJ's intrusion.  Somehow it was less special, polluted, now that another party was involved.  And AJ, of all people.

        When AJ knocked at the door, Howie let him into the room.  He looked from Howie to Kevin, then down to Kevin's hand.

        Kevin realized that he was still holding the vibrator.  There was no mistaking it, with its distinct shape.  It was even a deep flesh color.

        AJ looked amused, suppressing a smirk.  Kevin would have preferred it if he'd gone ahead and passed judgment.

        "Do you know to use one of those?" Howie asked.

        AJ took it from Kevin, who handed it over only because refusing to would have been worse.  AJ turned it over and looked at the two of them again.  "Who's the victim?"

        Kevin almost snatched it back from him.

        AJ acknowledged the tension.  "Do you have lube?  Lubricant, K-Y?"

       "Yes."  Howie motioned to the tube on the bed.

        AJ glanced at it and approved.  "Say you're breaching a guy.  First time or not.  You use the lube.  And you stretch him first.  Nice and slow.  Start with one finger.  You have to be careful.  When he's lubed up, stretched, and ready, you ease it in.  Ease it in.  You find the prostate gland, bump up against it, that helps."

        Common sense.  They hadn't needed AJ's instructions.  Still, Kevin had to admit that it was nice to have the steps confirmed, especially by someone speaking with authority.

        "What about the vibrating part?" Howie asked.  "When should - - when do you use that?"

       "For the first time, I'd wait until closer to the end," AJ said.  "You don't want too much happening all at once."

       Howie nodded.

        AJ handed the vibrator back to Kevin.  "Are you doing this tonight?"

       "Yeah," Howie said.  "Thanks for the advice."

        "Any time."  AJ made no move to go.

        "You can go now," Kevin said.

        "I know this is Howie's business, and he asked you to do it, and he trusts you.  I trust you; you have good hands.  But are you sure you don't want a spotter?"

        "Yes, I'm sure I don't want a spotter," Kevin said.  "AJ!"

        "Just thought I'd offer," AJ said.

        "Howie doesn't need an audience," Kevin said.

        "If he wanted to, he could do it by himself.  He asked you to help him.  Maybe you could use me, too."

        It was true that Howie could do this by himself, but he had asked Kevin for help and support.  Kevin didn't want to examine that too closely.

        "I don't want to interfere," AJ said.  "After nine years, we're close enough that you know I can handle this."

        It was true.  AJ was mature and discreet.  Kevin wouldn't think of including Brian or Nick, but AJ...

        "You can be like my Lamaze coach," Howie said.  "You can hold my hand, tell me not to push and when to breathe."  He looked at Kevin.  "Is that okay with you?"

        "It's your decision," Kevin said.  He didn't want AJ there.

        Howie could have asked Kevin to go, and gone through it with AJ's competent guidance.  But he didn't so much as hint that he wanted Kevin to leave.  And Kevin wasn't willing to suggest it.

        Barefoot, barechested, Howie opened his fly.  Kevin had seen him naked often enough for it to be something of a non-event, but tonight was different.  Tonight, it was like seeing Howie for the first time, or seeing him in a new way.  His short torso and muscular arms, his dark goatee and small dark nipples, the curl of his hair and the light caramel tone of his skin...  When he was fully naked, his thick cock hung between his thighs, and it looked almost soft, silky-smooth.

        Howie sat on the bed, sliding down until he was flat on his back.  He passed his hand through his hair, and dark strands spread over the crisp, white pillowcase.

        It was one thing to agree to help out a friend.  But right then, right there, Kevin realized exactly what was going to happen.  He was scared.  He wanted to refuse, back up, walk out.

        But if he did, AJ would take over for him.

        If anyone was going to do it, Kevin was.

        Howie and Kevin had discussed a few of the details ahead of time.  Kevin knew, without asking or checking for himself, that Howie was as clean as it got.  But even that knowledge hadn't had the same impact as the fist-in-the-gut realization that he was about to finger-fuck Howie.

        The vibrator was one thing.  Even that part, unusual as it was in Kevin's personal realm of experience, was not as intensely personal as having his fingers enter Howie's body...for the purpose of pleasuring Howie.

        But it had to be done.  Kevin didn't want to use the vibrator without any preparation.  He didn't know how gay men out there in the rest of the world took care of business, but this was Howie, and Kevin was going to work through it step by step to make sure that Howie got the best possible experience.  He wasn't taking care of business.  He was taking care of Howie.

        AJ picked up one of the extra pillows near Howie's head and handed it to Kevin.  "D., up with the hips."

        Howie lifted his hips, and Kevin adjusted the pillow beneath them.

        AJ sat on the edge of the mattress, to one side.  Supervising.

        Kevin hovered, looking down into dark brown eyes.  "Are you ready?"  He didn't know how else to phrase the question.

        Howie nodded, and his smile almost looked natural.

        Looking at Howie's position, Kevin felt as though he were assisting at a birth.  But what were they creating?  He half-sat, half-knelt in front of Howie, guiding Howie's legs up and apart.

        Smooth, thick cock.  Kevin's fingers brushed Howie's balls, and the contact was too intimate and, at the same time, too familiar.  His knuckles tingled, and he wanted to cup Howie's-

        Kevin jerked his thoughts back to where they belonged.  He looked at the small, dark pucker where Howie had invited him.  His hands shook as he uncapped the lubricant.

        He was doing this for Howie.  Doing it for Howie.  A favor for a friend.  One night.  Howie trusted him.

        A Backstreet Boy could not be gay.  A Backstreet Boy couldn't be bi, either, but Howie was.  Howie wouldn't, couldn't, risk his reputation or the group's by being caught with a man.  However, Howie was an adult, and he couldn't keep postponing his sexual growth for the foreseeable future.  He wanted to give his body what it craved, at least in part.

        Howie didn't want to be alone in this frightening new territory.  He trusted only four people well enough to consider them for what he needed.  And of those four, he trusted only Kevin to give it to him.

        Kevin's fingers were slippery.  He'd used too much lubricant.  He fumbled across Howie's skin, finger skipping over the small place.  Right there.

        "If you don't stop scowling, I'm shaving your eyebrows," AJ said.

        "AJ, shut up."  Kevin pushed with one finger.  He went slowly, and it seemed to go in pretty well.  Maybe this would be easier than he'd thought.

        Then Kevin's finger brushed something, and Howie made a startled, appreciative sound.  Sort of, "Oh!" with a little bit of "Mm."  Kevin hadn't meant to do that, but it had gone over well.  Kevin tried to find it again, being sure that he was careful, not wanting to hurt Howie.  No unpleasant poking, no tearing.  Kevin rotated his finger, trying to push deeper and hit Howie's prostate at the same time.

        Kevin tried to remember who he was.  He was not a blushing virgin.  He'd given pleasure to quite a few people over the years, and this was just one more.  He was there to provide Howie with sexual pleasure.  He had a mission.  He knew how to do this.  After all, there was more than one reason that Howie had come to him, specifically.

        Kevin stroked Howie, rubbing and opening with one finger, then two.  He watched and listened with care, learning what Howie liked.  A large part of giving sexual pleasure was learning and applying.  Howie liked the slow burn, not speed or roughness.  His eyes were liquid; his full lips formed wordless sounds.  He had begun to sweat.

        His cock was filling, lifting.  Kevin tried not to track the progress of Howie's naked arousal, but it was nearly impossible not to watch Howie's erection harden and grow.

        Kevin's two fingers worked inside Howie, pleasing and seeking.  Howie was trying to stay calm, trying to play it cool.  Abruptly, Kevin was irritated.  This was supposed to be a great moment of sexual awakening for Howie.  He shouldn't be restrained, shouldn't try to subdue his natural reactions.  Kevin could understand that Howie didn't want to become too free in this particular moment, but it didn't seem fair that Howie had to deny-

        Or was that not the case?  Was Howie not responding to overwhelming passion because Kevin wasn't good enough?

        Oh, hell, no.  If that was it, then Kevin was solving that problem right now.

        Kevin twisted and pushed all at once, flicking Howie's prostate, feeling Howie's muscles clutch and flutter around his fingers.  Kevin had stroked up a few women in his day, and although this wasn't quite the same, he had the same goal in mind.  He was going to make Howie scream.

        Scream.

        Kevin ignored AJ.  No distractions.  With his free hand, he reached for the vibrator.

        He'd learned a few things.  Like the value of anticipation.  Turning on the vibrator, he placed it against the entrance to Howie's body, letting it hum against Howie's skin.  Letting Howie feel it, its hardness, its size.  Letting Howie think about what was to come.

        Howie held still, breathing too quickly.

        Kevin pulled it back, putting his fingers to work again.  A few minutes passed.  Howie's lips were wet; Howie's cock was extending its full length.  Kevin picked up the vibrator again.  It moved slowly against Howie's body, pressing close yet not seeking entry.  It thrummed against Howie's balls, brushed against Howie's erection.

        Kevin took a second to get it slick with lube.  The only sounds were the hum of the vibrator, and Howie's uneven breaths.

        Howie's body still wasn't used to Kevin's intrusive touch.  When his fingers returned, Howie gasped, muscles tensing.  Kevin alternately soothed and aroused, until Howie welcomed each touch.  But Howie still wasn't as receptive, as eager, as Kevin would have liked.

        So Kevin finger-fucked him.  Explicit, manipulative, and merciless.  Shocked, overwhelmed panting turned to wordless moaning.  Howie wanted more, demanded more.  There was no more restraint; his body was in control now, and Kevin controlled his body.

        Three fingers, fucking and violating and exploiting.  Howie squeezed his eyes shut, tossing his head, trying to deny the power of the pleasure.  Kevin took the vibrator in one hand, clicking it off, getting it into position.

        One swift movement: fingers out, phallus in.

        Howie's hips rocketed off of the bed, stayed in mid-air, then plunged back down, driving the phallus deep.  For one moment, it seemed that Howie hung on the verge of orgasm.  Then his breath shuddered and he backed away from the precipice.  He wasn't ready to come yet.

        Kevin shifted gears without warning.  He returned to slow and even, building tension, building anticipation.  In, out, in, out, in; slowly, carefully.  Then, steady thrusts, right against Howie's prostate, and Howie began to make noise again, a surprised little "Oh" on each thrust.  A little harder.  A little faster.  Harder.  Faster.  Harder.  Faster.

        Howie was in motion, thrusting in counterpoint, encouraging Kevin.  He wanted it harder, deeper, more, more.  When he turned his head, Kevin saw sweat-damp curls at his neck.  His breaths were urgent, his noises nearly animal.  Primal.  Bedsprings squeaked.  Kevin dropped any pretense and fucked Howie with the phallus, delivering it good and hard like he'd do it with his own cock.  Howie got louder.  Kevin switched on the vibrator.  Howie settled into a rhythmic, "Oh, oh, oh..."  Harder, faster, harder, louder, harder, and Howie came.

        He screamed when he came.

        Howie was panting, blinking, re-entering reality.  Kevin turned off the vibrator and gently tugged it free, setting it aside.

        Howie licked his lips.  Soft, full lips.  Almost red, just then.

        Kevin wiped his hand on the sheet.

        Howie tried to catch his breath.

        Kevin leaned forward, over him, to make sure that he was all right.

        Their eyes met.

        Howie stopped breathing.

        Kevin swallowed.

        Howie's eyes were very soft and very aware.

        Kevin leaned closer.

        Their lips met.

        They kissed.

        AJ's work there was done.