Pairing: ?/? Rating: Rish I dunno lol Chapters: 11/11 Disclaimer: I do not know anyone mentioned in this. It's come from my own twisted mine blah blah Not old enough? You know where the door is :D Warnings: Ok ppl, I know I haven't given away anything with the pairing, but I'm begging you to give it a chance. All will be revealed eventually, and not everything is as you think it is :) AN: Thank you to Angelique for doing the beta thingy and for basically helping me get everything right in my head.. it's a hard job lol
The constant ring of his phone was giving him a headache, so he rolled over and pulled the plug out from the wall. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander again. He now knew that he would be going back to the club for the rest of his week off. After that time he would be thrust back into the spotlight as one fifth of the Backstreet Boys. He loved it and couldn’t wait to go back, although he had to admit to himself that he would miss his newly found lover.
Deciding he could sleep no longer, he dragged himself out of bed and headed for his morning shower after plugging his phone back in.
That was how the rest of his week went. He spent a few of his days out in town, buying a few essentials for when the tour kicked off. He spent the rest of the mornings sleeping, and the afternoons relaxing so that he’d be rested for that night’s activities. The nights were the same. He’d arrive at the club just as it was getting busy. He’d buy himself a few drinks and then head out to the dance floor. Between midnight and 1 am his lover would turn up, whisper to meet him in the bathroom, and that’s where he’d let his lover fuck him until he came so hard he’d pass out, only to wake up back home. It was always a hard and fast fuck, and he was always on the receiving end. He’d offered to switch one night, but the reply he got was a slap on the ass and tongue down his throat. He hadn’t mentioned it again. He’d been fucked harder that night, almost as though it was a reminder of why he loved it the way it was. Nearer the end of the week, he’d tried to push his luck again, and asked his lover if he could see his face. The answer was: “All in good time baby, all in good time.”
By Monday morning his muscles were aching. His body had been bent into weird positions, and now it was taking it’s toll on his body. He took a long, hot shower and then got his shit together. They had a meeting at 11 am to discuss their schedule and then they were given the afternoon to pack, ready to leave on the 6 p.m. flight.
By 11:10 am, they were all seated in the boardroom, listening to their management drone on about the do’s and don’ts whilst on tour. The usual rubbish they had all heard before. Around 12:30, the meeting was declared over. All 5 men bored to tears.
“So Bri” said AJ. “What’s with the blonde hair? You trying to copy me?”
“Uh, no AJ. You’re not that great." AJ feigned hurt.
“But Bri, I thought I was your idol. I thought you loved me.” He threw his head back dramatically, causing sniggers from the other 3 men.
“So, why’d ya dye your hair blonde Rok?” Nick asked.
“It was a mistake. I only asked them to lighten it, and they did this.”
“What does Leigh think of it?” AJ said.
“What’s with all the questions? Why don’t you interrogate someone else?”
“We’re only taking an interest Brian” Howie said calmly.
“I know. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just on edge about getting this tour started.”
“So what has everyone else been doing on their week off?” AJ asked.
“I had some business at the club to sort out, and then I spent the rest of the week with my family” Howie answered.
“I went to see Kris onset of her new film” Said Kevin, turning to Nick to indicate it was his turn.
“Nothing much. Chilled out at the house. Spent a couple of days with Aaron, the usual. What about you Aje?”
“Partying through the night, and sleeping through the day.”
“That was it?” Kevin raised an eyebrow at him.
“Pretty much, yeah. Pulled a few chicks.”
Kevin rolled his eyes and stood up.
“Well, as much as I would love to stay chatting to you all, I’m going to pack. We can catch up some more when we’re stuck on a bus together for hours on end.”
They all stumbled off the buses at the first hotel. It was early hours of the morning and so they all went up to their rooms to get some more sleep before sound check. By midday, they had all eaten and were at the venue being hooked up with mics, but it wasn’t all smooth sailing.
“Dammit, I still can’t hear shit” growled AJ, throwing his ear piece down in frustration.
“AJ, put that piece back in and get moving” shouted Fatima from her spot in front of the stage.
“I’m not doing anything until someone sorts out my piece. I can’t hear anything, I’m missing my cues, and I can’t even begin to imagine what I sound like. I’m outta here.”
“The hell you are Alexander. Get your scrawny ass back here right now.”
“My name is AJ” he spat. “Fuck you.”
He stormed off the stage and into their dressing room. He sat down on the leather sofa and sparked up a cigarette. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. When he didn’t reply, the door opened and Nick stuck his head inside. “You okay Bone?”
“Not one bit. I’m guessing they sent you on the rescue mission, right?”
Nick nodded. AJ stubbed out his cigarette and patted the seat next to him.
“You might as well take a seat Nick. I’m not gonna bite. Not yet anyway” he added quietly as Nick closed the door behind him. He took a seat next to AJ and waited for the older man to give a signal he was ready to talk. Within a minute AJ had turned himself on the sofa so that he was facing Nick.
“I’m sorry for storming off like I did. I guess I ruined sound check for the rest of ya?”
“Nah. I think we were all ready for the break. Me and Bri were having sound problems too.”
AJ raised an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t look at me like that Aje. It makes me think you don’t believe me.”
AJ grinned.
“Sure I do.” He patted Nick on the back and frowned when Nick winced.
“You okay?” Nick nodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He gave AJ his best false smile, annoyed when he realized AJ hadn’t bought it.
“You wanna talk about it Blondie?”
“I uh, you promise not to tell a soul?”
“Of course.”
“I mean it J.”
Seeing the inner turmoil in the blonde’s eyes, AJ frowned.
“You know you can tell me anything Nick.”
“Well, I uh, I’m bi. Although I’m leaning more towards men.”
He looked at AJ and wished he’d kept his mouth shut. AJ’s eyes had bugged out of his head, his mouth open.
“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
AJ quickly recovered. “No, no, Nick, I’m sorry. It doesn’t bother me. I just never expected it.”
“You’re not freaked out by it?” Nick’s eyes pleaded with him.
“Me? Never Nicky, never. I thought it was common knowledge that I pick up as many men as I do women.”
“Really? I mean, I guess I was too wrapped up in myself to have thought about anyone else.”
“No worries, but yeah. There’s nothing like fucking a tight round ass.”
Nick nodded, blushing slightly. “Shit, I never thought. Have you ever, I mean, have you...”
“Yeah I have” he chuckled.
“Both ways?”
Nick nodded.
“I hope I don’t need to tell you to be careful?”
“It’s ok J. It’s only been the one guy, and I know him so it’s cool.”
AJ sighed in relief. “Do I know him?” Nick shook his head.
“So, what’s up with your back?” Nick blushed and looked around guiltily.
“We got a bit carried away in the bathroom and I was pushed into the door. My back caught the coat hook on the door.”
AJ chuckled. “Well, your secret is safe with me Blondie. And don’t worry so much, you’re not the only Backstreet Boy with a dark secret. Even the most innocent of us has one.”
Nick shot AJ a confused look who shook his head in reply.
“We’d better get back before Kev bursts a blood vessel or something.”