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I hate early wake up calls.

Ecpecially when they're as early as this, and I've had less than two hours of sleep. OK, so we arrived at the hotel here in Sweden over five hours ago, but me and Nick sorta fooled around, so we didn't get much sleep.

And don't you dare tell me that's my own fault. Staying away from Blondie is hard, really hard. He's like a sex magnet, drawing me in and making me hard every time I see him.

Like now.

I see him, and suddenly I'm a teenager again, walking around with a constant hard on, only thinking about sex. Yeah, you heard right, I'm a teenager, in his twenties.

Anyways, as I was saying about wake up calls. I hate them.

We arrived a few hours back, five I think I said, and I've got a jet lag and everything. In less than twelve hours we'll be onstage during the EMA's, then we're off to the airport to start our Promotional Trip. Which would be fun, if it wasn't for the fact that I'll be on a plane with people around me all the time, and me and Nick will have no time for ourselves.

Oh God, I feel like jumping out a window.

Ten hours from Florida to Sweden was bad. This trip is one hundred hours long.

I just know I'll go crazy long before we make it to Tokyo.

Will somebody just shoot me.

*****

I hate wake up calls, period.

I hate to wake up, even if it's with Brian curled up against my chest.

I know he's having a hard time waking up as well. Two hours sleep is not enough for me, or anyone else for that matter. But last night was worth loosing sleep over, that's for sure.

Probably was the last time before the Trip as well, and that thought alone is enough to make me cry.

I don't want it to start so soon.

I need more time with Brian.

Oh well, I won't be completely without him. After all, I have a plan.

I know just what I need to do to have Brian in every possible way on our little Trip.

See, I don't give a shit about the others, I need to do Brian on that plane, or I'm gonna die.

So what if Kevin sees us. Maybe it'll get him out of his fucking denial and into our world. Would be a nice change.

And Howie and AJ, who cares what they see.

I mean, AJ's seen us so many times now, we might as well just do it in front of him, and it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Howie is different, that I know. I think it's just that he thinks of the group, or something like that. He's dealing though, and he's cool.

Don't know about the rest of the world though, and you know what, right now I don't care.

I just wanna fuck Brian and be happy.

Is that too much to ask?

*****

Nick is very beautiful, you know that right?

I mean, those tattos alone is enough to make you all hot and bothered, not to mention those eyes, that smile, and oh yes, the bootey. And Ladies and Gentlemen, last, but not least, we have the best thing about my boy. What is it the fans call it?

Oh yeah, Thor.

Nick's VERY nice cock, which belongs to me now, so too bad for you.

Mo-ha-ha-ha-ha.

OK, so I can't do the evil laughter thing. Anyways, the boy is mine, period.

Why am I telling you this right now?

Well, we're in our dressing room, getting ready to preform at the EMA's. We've already won something, can't remember what it was for, and now it is time to show this crowd just how good we are.

Nick is smiling to me now, and FUCK, licking his lips. And we all remember what that does to me.

Damn that man.

WAIT.

NICK.

WHAT THE....

*****

God I love the look on his face when he's surprised.

And I sure surprised him right now.

We're in the dressing room, and I just happened to notice that Kevin is standing with his back to me and Brian, talking to AJ about something. Howie is busy with his hair, so no one is looking at me or Brian.

I have to take advantage of that, right.

So I looked at Brian, smiled and licked my lips a little, making his breathing speed up and blood rush down to his cock. I am the master.

I walked slowly over to him, pinning him against the wall and placed my lips on his.

Then I pulled back, and stared at him, which is what I'm still doing.

He looks at me, and then he smiles, leaning in and kissing me back.

I open my mouth, my tongue is playing with his. I put my arms around him and kiss him with all my heart, and he's doing the same. This kiss is slow, sensual. I don't feel like I have to hurry, and neither does he. Right now, I don't care if anyone sees us.

He pulls back, and I let him go against my will.

He looks past me at something, and I turn.

Kevin is still facing AJ, but both Howie and AJ are staring at us like we're crazy or something.

Well, I guess we are crazy, but I don't care, cause I like it.

*****

Blondie just keeps on surprising me, you know.

And he's not the only one.

I mean, here management made us believe that we were going by a normal plane or something right up until we see the fucking plane. Let me tell you this, it's NOT a normal plane, that's for sure.

First off, it's huge. It has our name, Backstreet Boys, written on the outside of it, anf that alone was a huge surprise.

Then I came up the stars and walked through the door thingy, and stopped dead in my tracks.

Cause this wasn't a plane, it was, as AJ called it, a mansion that flies. We have nice couches, tables, a huge bathroom, lots of space, and best of all, a bed. A huge bed, which will probably fit all of us.

Well, the plane may be huge, but I don't know if it changes anything. I still can't see how me and Nick are going to be able to have fun without someone noticing.

At least now I'll have the chance to hide from him and his devilish tongue.

I do love that tongue though, even if it's in a mouth that says a lot of stupid shit.

Take what he said when he entered the plane for example.

He was standing outside, talking to some journalist, and then he says it.

He's just standing right outside the fucking door to the fucking plane, and he manages to say, 'we're going on a plane. This is the plane'.

Oh god, I'm dating a moron.

A sexy moron I'll admit, but still, I wish he'd stop bleaching his natural blonde hair, cause I think the bleach is messing up his brain or something.

'This is the plane'

Fuck it.

 

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