Hi everybody! This is my first attempt at this kind of writing so I'm not going to say "be so kind" or whatever. This IS my first attempt so be brutal if you must. No matter how little the mistake, let me know. It's the only way to grow. Learn from your mistakes and improve. All feedback is welcome. E-mail me, just to tell me you liked it if you want. I love e-mail as long as it's not junk mail. With that said, here comes the inevitable disclaimer.
Disclaimer: This story features gay elements and if you are offended by that, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE TO BEGIN WITH! If it is illegal to view this where you are, I truly feel sorry for you. Get on a plane, boat, raft or swim, but get to America where you can view what you want. I don't know BSB and have no SOLID proof of their sexual preferences, though I have my suspicions. Everything in this story, to my immediate knowledge, is fiction.
This story may not be posted anywhere at any time without my personal permission.
Copyright 2001 Taylor Walker All Rights Reserved.
It's Gotta Be You
Chapter One
The Backstreet Boys had just finished a concert and they were in the back relaxing after a great show. Well, all, but one member. Brian looked around the dressing room. ''Hey, guys, where's Howie?''
A.J. laughed. He's probably somewhere with one of those fine chicks that were begging for his autograph.''
''Yeah, right,'' said Brian sarcastically. ''I'm sure he's hitting on every girl in the building.'' Brian got up and headed for the door. ''I'm gonna go find him.'' Brian left and walked down the halls, looking for Howie. ''Hey, Howie, man, where are you?'' At the first corner he turned, he found Howie sitting alone on the hallway floor with his head in his hands, crying. ''Come on, bro, not again. You've got to pull yourself together,'' Brian told him as he sat down beside him.
Howie looked over at Brian with a tear stained face. ''I can't help it, Rock. Every night, we come out here and perform. The problem is that's all I do. You and Kev have someone to look forward to going home to, A.J. and Nick go partying all the time, but what do I have... who do I have?'' Brian puts his hand on Howie's shoulder. ''You've got us, man, we're family.''
Howie got up. ''I know that, but... you know what I mean.''
''Yeah, but I've told you, you'll find someone. It just takes time.''
Howie pulled a picture out of his pocket and looked at it. Brian got up and walked over to him and noticed that Howie was staring at a picture of Eminem. ''Howie, how many times do I have to tell you, forget him? He can't stand us. Besides, he's got a wife.''
''Ex-wife,'' said Howie not taking his eyes off the picture.
''Oh and that means he's gay?''
''Of course. Look at how he treats all the women in his life. He hates them worse than he claims to hate any boy band. And the duet with Elton. And did you see that Rolling Stone cover? What straight guy with his so-called attitude would pose for that?'' Howie turned around and looked at Brian, showing him the picture. ''Just look at him, he's perfect.''
''Howie, you've got to get back to reality or you're gonna crack.''
Howie continues, not even paying attention to Brian's comment. ''And tomorrow, we're gonna be in the same building for the Teen Choice Awards.''
''Uh, Howie, you're not thinking what I think, are you? Because if you are, my advice is to just stay away from him. He might beat the life out of you.''
Howie smiled. ''Don't worry, that's all an act. Trust me, he's just a big teddy bear. He's trying to hide his true feelings by acting tough. I'll be fine.''
''Just be careful, we're family and I don't want you to get hurt, physically or otherwise.'' Brian started back toward the dressing room. ''Now come on, the guys are waiting.''
''Right behind you, Rock,'' said Howie.
Howie and Brian headed back to the dressing room, Howie with a big smile on his face and Brian with a worried look on his.
They arrive back in the dressing room and Nick immediately popped up from his seat. ''So, you ok, Howie?''
''Yeah, I'm fine now,'' said Howie in a less than optimistic tone. He had started to think about what Brian said as they walked back to the room and his smile wasn't as noticeable now.
A.J. smiles. ''Oh, I know that look. Girl troubles, huh?''
A.J. was the only one in the group that was totally clueless. Even though Howie never discusses his sex life with anyone, but Brian, Nick and Kevin pretty much figure that he's gay.
Howie smiles nervously at A.J. ''Yeah, something like that.''
Getting up, Kevin clapped his hands together. ''Well, we'd better get moving. We've got that award show to do tomorrow and I want to get in some sightseeing first thing in the morning so, lets move it people.'' The guys began packing the few things they brought to the concert and headed out the door and to the bus.
On the bus, A.J., Kevin and Brian turned in early after dinner. Howie sat at a table on the bus, scribbling and lost in thought. Nick decided to take a much-needed cold shower. He peeled his shirt form his sweaty flesh and tossed it aside, revealing a gorgeous upper body. Smooth, creamy skin, beautiful, not extremely defined pecs and abs and a tattoo wrapped around his right bicep. He stared at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his spiky blond hair. Visions of the reason he needs a cold shower run through his mind... Howie. Howie dancing on stage, Howie sleeping, Howie eating, Howie sitting, basically everything that Howie's done starts to flash in his head. He couldn't understand why he's been having these feelings about the man that he's considered a big brother all the time he's known him. He's never had feelings for any of the guys in the band or any guy for that matter, but here he was, thinking about Howie. He knew Howie was gay, but was he?
He slipped off his jeans and stood there in his crimson red boxer-briefs, a huge tent in them. He had gotten rock-hard thinking about HOWIE. He couldn't believe it. What was happening to him? He slipped out of his boxer-briefs to reveal his long, thick cock and he couldn't help but start to stroke it, slowly, softly... thoughts of Howie running through his mind. He stopped just long enough to get in the shower and turn the water on, but not the cold water as he had planned. He stood, once again stroking his dick, under the flow of the semi-hot water as it cascaded down his magnificent frame. Right now, he didn't care why he was having these feelings, he'd worry about it later. All he wanted to do was enjoy the moment. Nick moved his hand lightly up and down his shaft, moaning Howie`s name. In his mind's eye he saw Howie, laying nude on a beach alone, the scorching sun shining off of his perfectly toned skin. In a quick flash, Nick was standing over him. He looked down at his beautiful form, smiling as he rubbed the bulge in his trunks.
''I wondered when you'd get here,'' said Howie opening his eyes. He smiled and said, ''Let me take care of that.'' He got up on his knees and ran his hand down Nick's chest and abs. The sensation sent shivers through Nick's entire body. Howie's hands reached Nick's trunks and slowly began pulling them down to reveal Nick's throbbing hard-on. He took it in his hands and began stroking it. Then, he opened his lips slightly and slid the massive tool into his mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of it. He took it in further and began bobbing his head up and down on it as the ecstasy swept over Nick's body and he began to moan Howie's name.
In the other room, Howie got up from the table after he thought he heard someone calling his name. As he got closer to the bathroom, he heard what was unmistakably Nick's voice calling him so he opened the door. His jaw dropped as he saw Nick standing in the shower jerking off as he moaned his name.