Alla
Copyright October 28, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing: Kevin Richardson/Nick Carter
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 form this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor, the Savage Garden slahshers, and Desiree.
Wherein the reader will find Backstreet Boys, a bookstore, and bondage - - always a winning combination.
Notice: Desiree on the BSB slash list issued the challenge of BSB sex in a public place. Everyone seems to like Kevin/Nick, so I decided to give it a whirl. I'm not sure if this is what anyone meant.
"Sshhh," Kevin said softly, running a thumb over Nick's soft, pink lower lip. Nick's eyes flickered back and forth briefly from nervousness, but fastened onto his gaze soon enough. They were the same height now, but Nick seemed to be looking up at him nonetheless. "Sshhh," he repeated soothingly.
Nick's lips parted in preparation for speech. Kevin cut him off before he could sound out a single syllable. "I told you to be quiet." Kevin's voice was gentle. "Now just hold still." Nick's mouth opened once more and Kevin repeated, "I told you to be quiet." There was a thin edge of steel in Kevin's voice now, and a warning in green eyes. Nick closed his mouth, silent.
Kevin waited, a test. Nick remained still and quiet. Satisfied, Kevin kissed him, opening his mouth with the ease of practice, sucking on his tongue. Nick's mouth was wet and hot and it reminded Kevin of the inside of a well-satisfied woman. Nick was silent throughout the kiss, the only sound from the slip and slide of their mouths.
A footstep.
Nick struggled to breathe while Kevin, suddenly a yard away, picked a book from one shelf and opened to a page at random.
A man in a business suit passed their row without pause, continuing down the aisle. When the sound of the even footfalls disappeared, Kevin replaced the book and returned to Nick. "We'd better hurry," he said, a tone of regret in his voice. Then he waited.
Nick slowly, and a little awkwardly, lowered himself to his knees. Kevin's stance shifted slightly and he raised his face. His teeth caught the edge of denim at the top of Kevin's jeans and tugged. This task had seemed impossible once, but by now he knew exactly what to do. It was easiest with this particular pair of jeans, Kevin's oldest; Kevin must be in a good mood today, to make his task easier. He closed his teeth over the metal pull tab of the zipper and forced Kevin's jeans open over the bulge of Kevin's arousal. He pulled Kevin's jeans down as best he could, working from side to side until they were off of Kevin's hips.
His next chore was Kevin's boxers. He grasped the waistband between his teeth and pulled downward. With tongue and teeth he wrestled the cotton fabric over and off of Kevin's erection.
Finally. There it was. Stiff and gorgeous, flushed deep crimson. Nick licked his way up the trail of the heavy vein along the underside, loving the pulse and throb against his tongue. This was what he wanted, what he'd been needing all day, this hard, living heat ready for his mouth. He licked along up toward the flared head. His reward was a delicious bit of pre-cum. He closed his eyes but remembered not to moan.
"Faster," Kevin said softly. "Someone might find us, and then what would you do?"
What would he do? He'd stay right where he was and suck Kevin's dick, that's what he'd do. That's what Nick had been born to do. And no one, no one, would keep him from it.
But Kevin wanted faster, so he would go faster. Kevin always got what Kevin wanted, one way or another.
Nick closed his lips over the knob, flicking his tongue against it for more pre-cum. So good. His own cock was twitching in his jeans in the cooling mass of his prior orgasm. He'd only come minutes ago, but that didn't matter. Kevin could keep him going all night.
He relaxed his throat consciously and slid down onto Kevin's cock until his nose was pressed against Kevin's skin and thick, coarse black hair. He waited, feeling Kevin's long cock throb in his mouth. He loved this feeling, the power of it, the subservience of it. He could give pleasure or pain, the fulfillment of release or a continuance of frustration. And he was on his knees paying homage to the most beautiful thing in this beautiful world.
Up and down, sucking and licking, taking Kevin deep in his throat and rocking back again, Nick was careful not to moan or groan. The only noise was the obscene, lewd sound of flesh on flesh punctuated by Nick's slurping.
He could feel it coming, the impending rush. He held back, Kevin's cockhead in his mouth not his throat, wanting to taste it when it came. Yes, yes, oh god, four thick spurting streams of hot bitter salt. They flooded his mouth and poured down his throat. He felt the trickle on his chin.
Carefully, he licked Kevin clean. He was efficient without lingering, since Kevin had told him to be quick.
Kevin stepped back, tugging clothes into place. That was Nick's cue to stand, so he rose. He was flushed and panting, sweat dripping from his temples, mouth bruised and well-used, cock hard and straining in already-soiled pants. Kevin leaned in and, with one smooth stroke, licked semen from his chin.
Kevin looked perfectly composed and mature as always. He turned Nick around and, fishing the key from his pocket, unlocked Nick's handcuffs. Nick's hands automatically repositioned themselves in front, where Kevin shackled him again. Kevin draped Nick's jacket over Nick's wrists, obscuring both the cuffs and Nick's untended erection.
Footsteps. High heels. Two pairs. Kevin turned away from the sound, and Nick followed him into the aisle and through the store.
"Where've you guys been?" Howie asked as they turned the corner by the biography section.
"Checking out the classics," Kevin said.
"Brian and AJ are over flirting with the girl behind the coffee counter," Howie said. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah," Kevin said, with a final glance around the
store. "I love Border's. Books and a cafe. It's so...full-service."