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"God, I wish I hadn't seen that" AJ said, and quickly shut the door behind him, staring at Nick and Brian who were lying on the bed. He'd come in just as they were kissing, and it looked like they had just both had an orgasm. He couldn't go back outside though, cause they had an interview soon, and Nick and Brian had to be there.

"Hey AJ" Nick said, kissing Brian one more time before he rolled off him.

"Guys, get dressed. We have an interview soon, and this time you are bloody well gonna be there." AJ said.

"Mixin' up with the 'ol English there aren't ya" Nick says, and remove the covers around him and Brian so they can get dressed.

"NICK" AJ yells.

*****

God, AJ is so funny when he's ashamed. Now his face is all red, and I swear to God he looks like a freakig tomato. The fact that Nick just pulled off the covers, so he saw us naked AND with cum smeared all over our chests, it didn't make his situation much better.

Nick uses his old t-shirt to wipe off the cum, and then hands it to me, so I can do the same.

Then he gets dressed, and damn it, I can't help but stare. His shiny white ass is so fine. I wanna fuck him again.

NO, BAD THOUGHTS.

I'm naked, and exposed I might add, sitting in front of AJ, and there is no way in hell I wanna become all hot and bothered. I do believe AJ's seen enough to last him a life time, or two.

Althogh Nick probably wouldn't mind.

Oh, fuck. Bad Brian. Think of the interview. You have to look slighly normal, and not like you just had sex. Cause, considering the fact that I've been in here for a while with Nick, that might not be so good. There's not need to feed the media some gossip. I mean, they tend to find out almost everything sooner or later, but this time, no one is going to find out anything.

Me and Nick are going to be able to tell the world ourselves, when we're ready.

That might take a while.

*****

Oh my God, is it possible.

I think this must be the most boring interview ever.

Of course, I do my best to have some fun.

A while ago I was jumping all over Brian, and a little on AJ, just so it wouldn't look suspisious. I don't think AJ liked it though.

Kevin came with the normal comments, like 'you can tell there's a camera on' and stuff like that. I didn't really care. I can't sit still, it's not my fault. They were asking stupid questions, and I just couldn't sit still like Stick-Man Kevin you know. It's just impossible for anyone with as much energy as me. Of course, I do know of a couple of ways me and Brian can burn away that energy.

I shouldn't be thinking like this though. Cause that's bad.

Not that the thoughts themselves are bad, it's just that I'm in the danger of getting a hard-on, and THAT would be bad.

So I'm just gonna watch it and hope I dont' get one.

The way this interview is going, I might die of boredom before I can get a new hard-on.

*****

I can tell that Nick is bored out of his mind.

I don't blame him though, this isn't exactely the most interesting interview we've ever had. I'm tired of giving interviews alredy, and we haven't even made it to Sydney yet.

Hm, I think I'm in some serious shit, if I have troubles paying attention now, and this little trip has hardly begun.

It's not my fault though.

I can blame it on Carter easily enough.

He drives me crazy.

The way he looks at me. The way he smiles at me. The way he feels when he's thrusting hard in and out of me, or sucking my cock.

He just makes me think of sex all the time, like now, and that is never a good thing.

Cause it can lead to semi hard-ons, like the one I'm getting now.

DOWN BOY, DOWN.

I don't think it's listening.

So I guess there's only one thing to do.

Consentrate on the interview, pray it goes away, and punish Nick later for sitting next to me and giving me bad thoughts.

*****

Sometimes it doesn't seem like they've changed.

Like now, when Nick is jumping up and down, disturbing the interview and acting like a thirteen year old.

But then there's those little things that you can only notice if you spend every day with him, and if you know just who he fucks every night.

The jumping on Brian.

The smiles they send to each other.

The small touches, kisses and caresses.

I see them all, and I don't like it.

One of these days, they aren't gonna care who sees, and then my career is over.

I won't let that happen.

 


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