Truth or Dare

Truth or Dare

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: primarily Brian Littrell/Nick Carter (oh, now there's a surprise) and AJ McLean/Howie Dorough

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 slashfic is for Ewan McGregor, the Savage Garden Slashers, Becky, and David.

Wherein, depending on your mood, you'll find an orgy, a PWP, or complete nonsense.

Notice: I'm trying to make a contrived and obvious plot seem at least somewhat interesting. Let's see how it goes. Becky and David have my apologies; I asked them for suggestions and then, um, pretty much ignored them. Everyone who reads this will hate me for one reason or more.

Chased Amy

"Bored."

"Bored, bored, bored."

"I am so bored."

"Bored, bored, bored."

"We could do something."

"Like what?"

There was a long silence.

"We could play basketball, write lyrics, plant a flower garden, have sex, talk...I don't know, something."

"I'm sick of basketball, I can't write lyrics, what else did you say?"

"Something about a flower garden."

"It's twenty degrees outside."

"We were playing basketball outside."

"We're not planting a flower garden - - are you nuts?!"

"What else did you say?"

"He said we could have sex."

"Yeah, let's do that."

"Or talk."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Why not?"

"We've known each other and worked together and practically lived together for seven years. I have nothing left to say to you."

"What if I have something to say to you?"

"There's nothing left to say! I know everything about you!"

"You do not!"

"I do so. Tell me one thing. One thing I don't know about you."

"There has to be something."

"I doubt it."

"Don't you start now."

"Start what? I'm just agreeing with AJ."

"You always take his side."

"There's no side to take."

"Even if there isn't, you always take it."

"What?!"

"No, he's right."

"He is not!"

"I am so!"

"No, he's right. You always take his side."

"He does not."

"Don't defend him!"

"I can't defend him?"

"No!"

"Well, at least if we fight we're not bored anymore."

"I'm still bored."

"I'm sick of fighting."

"You can't know everything about me."

"Ask him something."

"There's nothing to ask! We know everything."

"Not everything."

"Truth or Dare."

"What?"

"Truth or Dare. We can play Truth or Dare."

"Do I look like an eleven-year-old girl to you?"

"What if I say yes?"

"You say yes your ass is out that window."

"Then no, you don't."

"Good. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"We're playing."

"We're playing what? Truth or Dare? What happened to eleven-year-old girls?"

"They're our fan base. We might as well see how they live. Let's go."

"We are not doing this."

"We are. Get your butt over here, Mr. Richardson. You too." The five of them grouped around the floor in an uneven circle. "I'll go first," AJ said.

"Wait," Howie said.

"For what?" AJ asked.

"If we're going to play, we have to make it interesting."

"Interesting how?" Nick asked.

"I am too old to play this game," Kevin said.

"That's why we're making it interesting," Howie said.

"Interesting how?" Nick demanded.

"I don't know, somehow," Howie said. "We can't play the little girl way and stick ice cubes down each other's clothes and ask which boys we think are cute."

"Which boys do you think are cute?" AJ asked.

"What?"

"I'm asking," AJ said. "You tell me. Cutest guy you know."

"You didn't ask him truth or dare," Brian said.

"Too bad. He has to answer anyway."

"You can't do that," Howie said.

"I just did. Go ahead. Cutest guy."

"This is so incredibly lame," Howie said.

"Then you should have no trouble answering."

"Go ahead," Kevin said.

"You suck," Howie said. "Cutest guy I know. What, like, personally?"

"Sure. Personally," AJ said.

"That's way too many people," Howie said. "I can't pick just one guy."

"Okay. Cutest guy in the room," AJ said.

"In this room?"

"In this room!" AJ exclaimed. "Cutest guy in this room!"

"I can't do that. No, wait a second. Some people are cute, or handsome, or sexy, or-"

"One of us is sexy?" Nick asked.

"He wasn't talking about you," AJ told Nick.

"You don't know that," Nick said.

AJ coughed.

"Cute," Kevin said. "Just cute. Cutest guy in this room. Not that hard."

"Cute," Howie repeated. "Okay." He looked at them. "Brian."

"No way!" Nick exclaimed.

"Hey!" Brian said to Nick. "Thanks," he told Howie.

"You're welcome. My turn to ask now?" Howie asked.

"Your turn," AJ said.

"Okay. AJ."

"You can't ask me."

"Why not?"

"I just asked you."

"So?"

"So it's in the rules. You can't turn it back on the person who asked you."

"Oh, now we're playing by the rules," Howie said. "When it suits you."

"When it suits me, that's right."

"AJ. Truth or dare."

AJ glared at him. "Dare."

"Shit."

"Can we help?" Nick asked.

"No," AJ said.

"Go ahead, Howie," Nick challenged, apparently still offended over being considered less cute than Brian. "Make it interesting."

Howie looked at Nick. "Okay. I will. AJ, I dare you to kiss Nick on the mouth with tongue."

"No," Brian and AJ said.

"Really?" Nick asked.

"No," Brian and AJ said.

"What do you care?" Nick asked Brian.

Kevin coughed. Brian smacked Kevin's arm. Kevin smacked Brian's arm. Howie said, "AJ, I dare you to ki-"

"I heard you the first time," AJ said. "Outta my way." He crawled across the circle.

"At least take off your sunglasses," Kevin said.

AJ took off his sunglasses and blinked. "Do you approve now?"

"Thank you," Kevin said. "Much better."

"Open your mouth," AJ told Nick.

"What, now?" Nick asked.

"You are blonde," AJ muttered. "Open your mouth."

Nick's lips parted. His lower jaw dropped enough so that AJ could see the pink of his tongue. Even his teeth looked inviting. AJ's thick black lashes lowered. Nick's gaze dropped to AJ's mouth.

"Wait," Brian said.

"Why?" AJ murmured, millimeters from Nick's mouth, holding the position, head tilted, almost there.

"Don't wanna wait," Nick murmured, and closed the distance.

Brian turned his head, looking away, a muscle in his jaw twitching. Howie looked down, waiting for it to end. Kevin watched.

AJ sat back and slid to his place between Howie and Brian. "My turn." Nick licked his lips. "Howie."

"What?" Howie asked, not bothering to look at AJ.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Take off six pieces of clothing."

"What?" Howie looked up at that one.

"Six pieces of clothing. Off. Remove. Now. Socks and shoes count, jewelry doesn't."

"I am not getting naked," Howie said.

"Strip."

Howie shook his head and pulled off his shoes, then his socks. Next came his T-shirt.

"Damn it," AJ said. "I didn't know you had that on."

Howie pulled off his ribbed tank shirt. "That's six." He was naked to the waist, but had retained his jeans. "My turn. Nick."

"Not me," Nick said.

"You," Howie said. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"If you were going to have sex with somebody in this room, who would it be?"

"You can't ask him that," Brian said.

"Yes I can," Howie said.

"Sex?" Nick asked. "Real sex?"

"Real sex," Howie agreed.

"Wow. One of you guys?" Nick frowned a little. "Brian."

"Brian?" Howie asked.

"Brian," Nick said. "I get to ask. Kevin."

"Truth," Kevin said.

"Are you wearing underwear?"

"Right now?" Kevin asked.

"Can anyone just answer a question without asking more questions?" AJ demanded.

"Right now," Nick said.

"Nope," Kevin said.

"You're not?" Brian asked.

"I knew it," Nick said.

"How did you know?" Brian asked.

"You can't tell?"

"I'm not looking!"

AJ snorted.

"AJ," Kevin said.

"Dare."

"Howie wants it interesting, we'll make it interesting. Lap dance. Howie's lap."

"Excuse me?" AJ asked, sliding his sunglasses down his nose, looking over them at Kevin. "I am not a stripper."

"You made me take off my clothes," Howie said.

"We need some parameters here," AJ said. "What exactly am I supposed to do in Howie's lap?"

"Do you have to take off your clothes for a lap dance?" Nick asked.

"For the purposes of this game, yes," Kevin said.

"Not all of them," AJ said.

"You can wear as much as Howie's wearing," Kevin said. "Get in his lap, take off your clothes, and stay there."

"Stay there."

"That's not a lap dance, but I'm not complaining." AJ crawled over to Howie and said, "Excuse me."

"No problem," Howie said. "You'll pay for this," he told Kevin.

AJ, on his knees astride Howie's thighs, reached back and tugged off his boots, then socks. He pulled his shirts off over his head and dropped his sunglasses on the pile. "There you go."

"Yeah. Thanks," Howie said.

AJ turned and sat in the vee of Howie's thighs. Kevin looked at him pointedly. He raised an eyebrow and leaned back until he was against Howie's chest, skin to skin. Kevin nodded, satisfied. "Brian," AJ said.

"What?" Brian asked. "Dare."

"Your mouth, Nick's right nipple, sixty seconds."

"No," Brian said. "No."

"Why not?" AJ asked. Brian started to rise; AJ reached out and gripped his wrist. Brian, halfway up, and AJ, not letting go, looked at each other long and hard, blue to brown. "Don't you dare back out now," AJ said.

Brian wrenched his wrist free. "Nick," he said, eyes trained on AJ, "come here."

Nick, who was right beside him already, scooted closer. "Yeah?"

Brian turned slightly, pulling Nick in front of him. "Pull up your shirt for a minute."

"You're going to?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. Get up on your knees." Nick obeyed, holding his shirt up out of the way, exposing his pale satin skin. "You timing?" Brian asked AJ, leaning in close to Nick. His breath met Nick's skin, and Nick's nipple drew up tight.

"Now," AJ said. Brian's lips closed over Nick's nipple. AJ glanced up from his watch in time to see Brian's tongue rubbing over the skin. Nick's hand came to the back of Brian's head, Nick's eyes closing. Brian sighed softly against Nick, changing the angle, and Nick's back arched, Nick moving into Brian's attention. The seconds passed, but AJ wasn't even pretending to be timing them anymore.

Finally, Kevin cleared his throat.

"Don't stop, please, don't stop," Nick half-whispered, half-begged. Brian's mouth left his nipple but went directly for the other one. Nick gasped, hips rising, Brian's hand on his back holding him steady while pulling him closer.

"AJ," Brian said, and his teeth caught Nick's skin. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," AJ said.

Brian lowered Nick to the floor. "Put Howie's hand on your groin and keep it there," he said against Nick's flesh, and started to lick down Nick's body.

"You want his hand where?" AJ asked.

"Outside your pants," Brian clarified.

"Gimme your hand," AJ said, reaching back over his shoulder. "Give me your hand," he said, enunciating clearly, looking back at Howie. He gave a sigh of disgust and plucked Howie's hand from the floor. Still leaning back into Howie's naked chest, he pulled Howie's arm around his side and put Howie's hand to his crotch, covering it with his own. "Happy now?" he asked Brian.

"I am," Nick said, fingers curling when Brian's tongue found his navel.

AJ watched Brian and Nick. Watched Brian. Watched Nick. Watched Brian and Nick. Brian worked his way methodically back up Nick, then down again, then started to meander. Nipple, collarbone, earlobe, navel, fingers, neck, bicep. Nick's shirt was removed, Nick's mouth plundered, Nick's body marked.

AJ's fingers started to move on Howie's hand. Howie's hand started to move on AJ's crotch. The more AJ stroked, the more Howie massaged, until they found a rhythm, squeezing and rubbing in tandem.

"Nick," AJ said.

"Brian," Nick whispered.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Nick gasped when Brian's fingers traced a sensitive spot beneath his ribcage.

"Make Brian stop."

"Fuck no," Nick said.

There was a sudden ripping sound as Brian tore open Nick's button-fly jeans.

"Fuck yes," Nick moaned, drawing his knees up, feet flat on the floor, thighs spreading, hips lifting. Brian's mouth was on his boxers.

AJ said, "Howie?"

"What?" Howie asked softly, lips by AJ's naked shoulder.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's Nick's turn."

"He forfeit. Truth or dare."

"Dare."

"Get me off, D. Get me off now."

Howie reached in with two hands now, brushing aside AJ's hand, opening AJ's jeans. AJ watched Brian leave a love bite on the sensitive skin inside Nick's thigh. Howie licked his palm and wrapped it around AJ's erection. AJ watched Brian mouthing Nick's cock through damp cotton. Nick was moaning, moving, desperate. AJ was wetting Howie's hand with pre-cum.

Kevin quietly left the room.

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