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I give Brian my sweetest grin as I turn towards Bill again.

I'm a tease, I know it.

I can tell just by looking at him that he's got one hell of a hard on, and it is all my fault. I mean, I've been licking and biting my lip, and you know how much that drives him crazy. Plus, I've found out that if I look at him in a sertain way he gets all hot and bothered.

This meeting turned out to be a hell of a lot more fun than I thought.

I mean, I am actualkly paying attention to Bill.

Attention. Was that too strong of a word?

I mean, I'm not really listening, but I'm getting words now and then, so I get the big picture. Usually I just igrone them all completely.

Something that I should be doing actually.

I should be planning on how to screw Brian on this flight without letting anyone know that we are doing it. That's not gonna be easy, since both me and Littrell here are kinda loud.

Though we did manage to keep it down before anyone new, like right in the beginning.

Wonder why it's so difficult now?

"Nick, what do you think?"

HUH? Are they talking to me? Shit, I guess I kinda spaced out there. Hm, I hear bits and pieces, so now all I need to do is put the pieces together. Can't be too hard, it's like a big puzzle. Let's see.

There was something about a party, and then food. Makes sense. Now, I think I also heard the word bathtub. Alright, where does that fit in, with the party of with the food?

Oh, who am I kidding. I suck at puzzles.

"Could you say that again Bill?" I ask, and give him a smile.

He shakes his head, and I think I hear Kevin mutter something about kids.

He's one to talk. Can't he just get over the shock alreadly.

"I was telling you that there will be a party at my house tonight to celebrate the promotional trip and the new album. There will be plenty of food, and I swear you'll be left alone. No reporters are allowed."

I grin, and I guess they take that as a yes. But that's not why I'm smiling.

I just had this brilliant plan, and guess what, it involves Brian!

"Bill? Where does the bathtub fit into all this?"

*****

As we exit the room I grab Nick's hand and pull him with me into the nearest room.

And big surprise, it's a broom closet. I'm getting this odd deja vu feeling here.

Well, screw that feeling, that is not the one I want.

Nick has been driving me crazy at that meeting, and right now I just wanna fuck him.

I close the door and pull him close, capturing his mouth as my eyes search for something to use as lube.

OK, once again, the liquid soap will have to do. Rose scented. Nice.

I pull away from him, looking up into his eyes.

"Turn around" I say, and I can see lust flame up in his eyes as he does as I ask, and turns around.

My hands move quickly and I open his pants, pushing them to the floor. Then mine follows.

I'm already ROK hard, pun very intended, and now I need release. I mean, the way he was teasing me at the meeting, I was ready to do him on the table. Broom closet'll have to do for no though. For now.

I grab the liquid soap and fill my hand with it, the rose scent filling my nose. I run my hand over my cock, coating it, before I quickly enter Nick with one finger.

"Oh God" he moans, and I bite him in the shoulder. He's gotta stay quiet.

I enter with another finger, and start to stretch him out. There is no time for forplay, but I still need to do this. And besides, I want to do it.

I find his prostate and run my fingers hard over it.

"BRIAN" he says, a bit too loud.

I lean in and bite him again, removing my fingers at the same time.

He's ready, and I can't wait any longer.

I guide my cock over to his opening, and push. My head enters, and I stop and wait, wanting to give him time to adjust. But it seems I'm not the only REALLY HORNY one, for he pushes his butt back against me, and suddenly my cock is halvway into him.

I lean my head against his back, and push, hard and fast. I let out a moan, as silent as I can, as I feel myself being completely buried inside him.

I let my hand move around and grasp at his cock, holding over his own hand which is pumping it hard. My fingers entwine with his, and we find a steady pace, as I establish a rhythm with my thrusting. Hard, but not too fast. Forcing, but not too rough.

Nick is fighting so hard not to moan as loud as he can, and I'm not gonna pretend it's any easier for me.

I can feel my balls tightening, and I know I'm close, so I bury my teeth in his shoulder, and push hard a couple of times, Nick's shoulder stopping most of my cry as I come.

Nick comes within seconds, and he bites his teeth shut trying not to moan my name too loud.

I slip out of him and he falls to his knees. I bring my cum covered hand up to my lips and start to clean it. I love the taste of his cum, believe it or not. And he likes the taste of mine. When I'm done with my hand I do his, as we are both sitting down, trying to calm our breaths enough so we can emerge from the closet.

I use a wash cloth to wipe off the rest of the cum on our hands, and what was spilled on the wall and floor. The we put our pants on again, mine had a stain on it now, and I turn to look at him, cheking to see if he is showing any visible signs of sex.

Well, besides from the very obvious flushed features, he looks great. I lean in to kiss him one more time.

"Ready?"

*****

"Ready" I answer, and Brian opens the closet door slowly, listening.

I can't hear a thing, and neither can he, so we quickly walk out of the closet and make our way back to the buss.

As we enter, all faces are turned towards us.

"What took you guys so long?" Kevin asks, sounding irritated. Who shoved a stick up his ass?

"Got lost" I say sarcastically, and he gives me the 'I'm-dissapointed-in-you-Nick' look. I just grin at him and sit down on the couch. I just got fucked by Brian. There's nothing in the world that can mess with me now.

"Yo, Nicky"

I turn to look at AJ, who's now sitting next to me now.

"What?"

"You smell nice. What is that, rose?"

 


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