I don't know the Backstreet Boys or N'Sync, I have never met them, I don't own them, and this story is not meant to imply anything about anyone's sexuality - it is purely the product of my own imagination. I hope everyone enjoys reading it, but please remember it is just fiction. My favourite stories at the moment are: Bad Boy B-Rok My New Life Rebound And a few others, but those are the ones I read in the last few days...
Here's chapter Twelve...
On The Streets - Season Two - Part Twelve
Jared's Point of View<<< May 9th Day 5
The evening of the fifth day, we decided to take advantage of the resort which was two or three miles down the beach. We were going to have supper there, and then maybe some dancing or something like that - whatever happened we weren't gonna get drunk again. "You almost ready Kev?" I shouted into the bathroom, Kevin had gone in to do his hair almost twenty minutes ago, and I was sitting in the bedroom waiting now.
"Just about done." Kevin finally sauntered out the door, looking... well, sexy. His white shirt was undone to mid-chest, his black slacks fit him snugly in all the right places, and he had a black jacket in his left hand. His hair was gelled with precision.
"You look great." I said to him with a smile.
"So do you." He came over, and I stood up. We kissed once, twice, before heading out the bedroom and downstairs. "Goodnight Jake." Kev said just as we got to the bottom of the stairs. Jake was just walking out the back door.
"Goodnight sirs, see you in the morning." The door shut behind him and he disappeared around the corner.
"It's weird, it's almost seven but it feels much earlier," Kevin said looking at his watch.
"That's the run we went on this afternoon. It'll make you feel more awake." I said to him as we got our stuff to walk out the door. I'd been taking Kevin on runs pretty much every day. I knew the guys wouldn't do much back home without me, so I was going to make sure that Kevin was the fittest Backstreet Boy on tour. We got a taxi to the resort - we knew we could have walked it in quarter of an hour along the beach, but we decided we'd walk back. We arrived at the resort and it looked like a typical holiday resort. It was really beautiful, lots of palm trees and fountains and ponds and things like that. We were taken by one of the hotel workers to the restaurant, and seated quickly. A waiter came and gave us menus almost right away, and we started scanning the long lists. "This is a really nice place." I said once I'd decided.
"Yeah, it's pretty isn't it? I was thinking about staying here when I was first planning all this." Kevin said, before going back to reading his menu.
"Why didn't we?" I asked, confused. Kevin put down his menu, and laid it beside him on the table. He reached across and was looking into my eyes. I was worried that something was wrong, so I leant across a little. I could see Kevin trying to form words in his mouth, but they weren't quite coming out.
"Jared, since I've met you, this has been pretty much the only time that we've been alone together. We've had weekends when we didn't see people, but we've never really had time to just be 'us'. We've had the guys, or our family, or work to deal with and well, I guess I just wanted to have 'us' for a while. Dammit! I wanted you to myself for a change Jared, I'm sorry, but I..." He trailed off, he didn't know what to say. He slumped back in his seat, and just stared at the empty plate in front of himself. I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry Jared."
"What... what for?" I asked, not sure of what to say still.
"I shouldn't be acting like this still. I'm acting selfish, it shouldn't matter what we do, we're together. I should think before I act. I'm sorry."
"Kevin, you've got nothing to be sorry for. You know I love being alone with you. I'm still not used to having so many people around me as we do normally, and a break from that, a chance to just be with you, is always welcome. Did you not realise that?"
"I just, I thought, you would want to... I don't know." He tried a small grin to add a little levity to the tense situation. Some music started up, and at the same moment, the waiter came back and took our orders. Kevin stood up as the waiter walked away, and offered me his hand. We started to slow dance, and I loved just leaning against him, as he was against me. Couples all around us had no problem with two men dancing, and were smiling at us. I saw the food arriving at our table, and Kevin and I split to go to the table. We ate food which was considerably less spicy than the last time we went out, and just enjoyed the ambience in the quiet restaurant.
"Damn that was good." Kevin leant back in his chair with a grin on his face.
"Yeah." I copied Kevin, leaning back, and rubbing my stomach slightly. A boy of about 19 came to clear up the plates and he relit the candle that had gone out while we were eating. As he walked away, a piece of paper fell into my lap, and he hurried off towards the kitchen. I picked up the paper, and looked at it. It had Spanish writing on it. Kevin looked over at me with a confused expression on his face.
"What does it say?" Kevin asked.
"I...I don't know, it's in Spanish." I handed it over to Kevin, who read it, his lips moving slightly as he read the words, damn, I couldn't wait to have those lips somewhere on my body later tonight. Kevin snorted suddenly, and scraped his chair away from the table. He stood up and walked over to where the maitre d' was standing. Kevin immediately started shouting at the guy at the top of his voice, making everyone in the restaurant turn and stare at him. I still didn't know what was going on. The maitre d' also seemed terrified. "Kevin!" I said as I came up to his side, and grabbed his arm. Kevin finished what he was saying to the man at his counter and grabbed me by the arm and stormed out, me in tow. I'd never been dragged along like that before. Once we were outside, I realised he was pulling me along like a child, and yanked my arm out of his grip. "Kevin! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell do I think I'm doing? That little fucker in there was trying to get into your pants! You know what this says? 'Drop the pretty boy for a good fuck tonight!'" Kevin yelled at me, and I just stood there frowning at him for a while, he calmed down a bit.
"Kevin, just because he said it, doesn't mean I'm going to do it. Why are you getting so upset?" I asked him.
"I'm not... I mean... I'm just, I don't know!" Kevin started. He turned away from me, and kicked at the tarmac of the car park. "Shit! I shouldn't still be jealous Jared, but I am. Whenever another guy looks at you, I'm worried, and I'm even more worried they're just looking at you for sex. Even if they don't know where you came from Jared, I do. I'm trying to protect you Jared." Kevin said quietly.
"That's very noble of you Kevin, but I don't need protecting, in fact I'd prefer it if you'd let me deal with some of my problems on my own. If I'd just ignored that bit of paper, nothing would've come of it. You know I wouldn't leave you, and you definitely should know by now that I wouldn't have a cheap fling - I would never risk losing you for something as insignificant as that..." I trailed off as Kevin came towards me and held me in his arms. I held him back.
"Can we go home?"
"Aren't you gonna go pay first?" I asked Kevin with a smirk on my face. We had walked out in too much of a hurry to think about that before.
"I guess so." Kevin said sulkily. I waited outside while Kevin went to pay. We hailed a cab and went back to the house. As Kevin turned to lock the door, I came up behind him. I was very hard. Just as he finished putting the bolt across, I pushed him up against the door, and ran my hand straight up his right thigh. I sucked on his earlobe at the same time, and he breathed in suddenly. I reached around his front, and ran my hand under his t-shirt as I started to grind my cock into his ass. My hand reached up further, and, still being cold from being outside, my hands made his nipples go hard right away. Kevin continued to gasp softly as I felt his body. While my right hand was up his front, my left hand started to grope his ass, squeezing it hard.
"I want a piece of this." I said roughly into his ear. Kevin moaned softly as I crushed him harder against the door with my cock squashing up against him. His cock was being ground into the door and he was moaning softly then louder, then I would back off a bit and he would groan gently. I brought my lips to the back of his neck and sucked and licked gently there.
"Mmmm..." Kevin moaned softly.
"Upstairs...now." I whispered into his ear. I took a step back, and he was off like a shot, losing clothes on the way. He didn't look back to see me standing there. I slowly followed him, shedding my clothes on the way up. I got to the top of the stairs, and saw that the light in our bedroom was off. I walked in, and could just about make out the indistinct figure of Kevin lying on the bed in the dark. I flicked on the light, and there he was, on his front looking straight at me. His chin was resting on his arms which were folded in front of him, and his bare butt rose gloriously from the white sheets. He smiled at me, and I saw his tongue dart out to lick his bottom lip. I stood at the foot of the bed, my bare legs pushing up against the white cotton. Kevin smirked at me, but it wasn't a 'fuck me now' smirk, and I gave him a confused look. He smiled broadly, and pointed behind me. I turned, and there on the dresser, set on a little tripod was our digital camcorder. The little red light was on. While I was facing the camera, I heard Kevin shift positions, and when I turned back, he was lying with his head against the headboard, with his legs crossed, and a bottle of baby oil in his hands, covering his cock. He squeezed it and a spray of it went in the air and came back down on his abs. He started to rub it in. He reached up behind him and turned on the soft lights which were in recesses all around the room.
"Get the lights." He said huskily. Apparently he wanted his little porn movie to have the correct lighting. I still couldn't believe he'd set this all up. I turned around, and he was kneeling on the bed, beckoning me over. He had a couple of handfuls of baby oil. As I knelt on the bed, he smothered it onto me all over. He even reached around me, and did my back, and butt. We did each others' legs, and I couldn't believe how hot he looked. He carried on whispering the same thing to me in my ear. We'd hardly said anything the whole time while we were doing this. But now Kevin had different plans - he wanted this little porn movie of his to be authentic. "God you're big." Kevin said suddenly. His whispers had turned into a husky growl. The camera's microphone would easily pick that up.
"You look so fucking hot." I replied with a slight smirk on my face. I was facing away from the camera. Kevin put his arms around me again, and whispered in my ear.
"Push me down on the bed, and take me anyway you want. I want this to be a fuck video - we can make love later if you want." I grinned with the anticipation of what was coming. I grabbed him around the waist - he still had his arms around me, and ripped him away, pushing him backwards in the process. He landed at an angle across the bed. In my mind's eye, I could see what this position would look like from the camera's point of view, and Kevin seemed to agree that it was the best one. I leaned forwards, and grabbed Kevin's wrists above his head and held them there. Then I leaned forwards even closer to his face, and pretended to like sniff around his face a bit, and just nuzzled my nose against the side of his face. Then I just touched my lips to his. Short, sharp kisses were punctuated with me grinding my cock against his. Our slick bodies made the experience seem more sudden, almost jerky as I slid back to make another grind. Kevin was urgent - he wanted more than what I was giving him.
I leant back quickly onto my haunches and without any warning, flipped Kevin over. I leant in and plunged my tongue up his ass without any warning. He was clean, but a little sweaty, and he moaned very loudly as I did it. His back arched up off the bed, and I could see his hands clawing at the sheets. The thought of the camera was really bringing out the exhibitionist side in me, and I was really going at his ass, licking and slurping, and sucking. I was doing all the stuff you see in porn films, I was running my hands up and over his butt, and down his legs, and up his back. He was still moaning from the sensation of my tongue up his ass. Finally, I grabbed him around the hips, and pulled him up so that he was on all fours. Then I started to loosen him up with my finger. Finally, he was ready. I plunged my cock inside him, not stopping once. Kevin groaned as the air was pushed out of him, and I felt the searing heat of his insides. I fucked him that way for a few strokes, then leant forwards, and grabbed around him, twisting his nipples slightly in my hands, feeling how hard they were. Then Kevin sort of sat upright on my cock, my cock still plunging in and out of him, but his body upright and against mine. I still had my hands on his nipples, and he was flexing his legs slightly to aid in the pumping motion. I grabbed a hold of Kevin's shoulders, and rammed into him hard a few times, then slowly ran my hands down, over his biceps, to his forearms, and I guided them down to his crotch. Once there, I took his hands in mine, and grasped his cock, all four hands touching some part of his meat. He moaned as our jerky pumping motion caused his hands to run slickly up and down his cock. Finally after about five minutes of pumping, he came, shooting his cum over the edge of the bed. I released his hands, and he leant his head back, and gripped the back of my head and kissed me roughly. The sensation heightened my pleasure, and, grabbing a hold of his pecs tightly, I came inside him, the slick warmth of my cum covering my cock. Kevin looked sleepy after that, so I climbed off the bed after pulling out and went to switch off the camera, making sure to wave goodbye into the lens before turning it off, the little red light flicking off.
Kevin's Point of View<<< May 12th Day 8
We watched the movie we made every day for the next three days, and it got so hot each time we watched it that we never really watched till the end and ended up having repeat performances instead. Jared thought I looked really hot in the video, he explained how he'd never really focused on my expressions before when we were having sex, but he said I even looked sexy when I had a cock stuffed up my ass! Well, that got me hot all over again! We went to see the closest Maya city three days later.
On arriving at the site, the sheer magnitude of the place shocked us. We were on what was probably a main street about 1000 years ago, and as we walked down, there were two large stone buildings on each side of us, each about the size of our villa back at the beach. A bit further on, a row of smaller buildings, for about 200 yards was on each side. Each of these buildings were probably about as large as a small suburban house, and there must have been about 6 of them on each side. Then there were two archways, one on either side of us, which showed where one of the other main streets of the city crossed with the main street we were on. We had hired a guide for the day, who was also supposed to take pictures of us. This was all part of our deal with the newspapers to leave us alone - we had to get a load of honeymoon photos to give to them. The guide then took us over to a couple of upright columns in the middle of the road.
"These are called stela - they are carved with maya glyphs - writing that was invented about 2000 years ago. The stela on the right describes the sacrifice of members of alien tribes. Their blood ran so thick that it poured in rivers down the great pyramid." At this point, both Jared and I looked up at the most awe-inspiring building of all - the great pyramid - that rose from the centre of the city, and cast a shadow in all directions, it seemed. For the blood to have run like a river down that thing, there must have been thousands of sacrifices. "Thousands were killed." The guide finished. "This left hand stela, describes the royal blood lines of the maya. Various dynasties ruled in this kingdom, much as they did in European countries. However, recent archaeological evidence has shown that the royal families of the maya undertook such practises as blood letting and child exposure, which I'm pretty sure Henry VIII didn't practise in England." The guide gave us a smile.
We proceeded down the main avenue, grass tufts sprouted out from between the flagstones that formed the road. At the end of the road, the great pyramid was directly in front of us. "Once every year," the guide began. "The leader of the ruling house would come out on to that ledge up there." He pointed up to the very highest platform on the pyramid. "And he would pour a quantity of his own blood onto a sacred fire, and this was supposed to revitalise the world, and renew it for another year." We begun to climb up the steps of the ancient building. "On the vernal equinox, these larger stone steps form a shadow as the sun rises against the opposite side of the building, and it appears to form a snake that gradually climbs the building as the sun rises." Jared and I were filming bits of it, and taking pictures of other stuff. We turned around occasionally, and saw the horizon expanding as we rose above the forest canopy that surrounded the city. Finally, we were only a few steps from the top of the pyramid. I looked over at Jared, and he was looking down at the steps as we climbed them, occasionally looking up to see the structure on top of the pyramid. As we reached the platform, Jared spun and looked at the horizon. The sun was low in the sky by this time, and I could see the orange ball reflected in Jared's eyes. I looked out over the view as well, and stood next to Jared. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I smiled at him as I took his waist as well.
"It's beautiful." I said softly to Jared.
"Yes." He said simply. The trees were bathed in a deep red colour as the sun fell further into the forest. We stood there for a good twenty minutes.
"We should be heading down now. It's not fun trying to climb down the pyramid in the dark." The guide said quietly behind us. I wondered what he'd been doing while we'd been standing there. Jared and I both nodded, and we both went slowly down the pyramid. I didn't realise how narrow the steps were as we climbed the side, but now going down in the semi-light was kinda scary.
We reached the end of the road leading in to the city as night closed in on the city, and the guide said goodnight to us there. We drove home in silence, I think both of us were pretty tired after our long day. As we got in, Jake was just walking out the back door. "Goodnight Jake!" We both said just before the door shut.
"Oh goodnight sirs. Did you have a good time at the Maya city?"
"Yes thank you Jake, it was really interesting, thank you for arranging it." Jared smiled at him.
"Good, will you be wanting breakfast tomorrow?"
"No thanks Jake, we can sort it out." I replied.
"Come on Jake!" Jared and I both looked at each other - the voice had come from outside. We turned back to Jake with confused expressions on our faces. Suddenly, another face appeared in the doorway: that of a woman in her mid-twenties, about as tall as Jake, with the blackest skin I've ever seen. Her hair was braided perfectly, and she had an impressive figure.
"I should be going now sir." Jake said as the woman grabbed his hand and begun to pull it, and him, away from the doorway.
"Ok Jake, see you in the morning." Jared chuckled out.
"Goodnight sirs!" Jake said, just as he disappeared from the door and pushed it shut in the process. Both of us let out chuckles at Jakes' 'predicament'. We headed straight to bed after that, and fell asleep without wasting any time.
May 14th Day 10
As I woke up this morning, I realised that Jared was still asleep - an unusual occurrence, normally he is up at least half an hour before I am. I looked over at him, and his chest was rising steadily. My cock was rock hard, every time I touched it, it tingled slightly up and down to my feet. Then I got a wicked idea - I had been planning on doing it for quite a while now, but, I'd never got up the nerve to ask Jared... so I wouldn't. You see, I'd always had this, well, this thing, I've always wanted to tie Jared up. But I'd always been afraid that he'd laugh at me or something, I can see now that I was stupid to even think that, cos Jared would never just laugh at me for no reason. But anyway, I'd always wanted to do this, practically since I first met him, I've fantasised about this, and it excited me no end. I reached to the end of the bed, and pulled out the cords from the dressing gowns that Jared and I wore every morning. They were each about 4 or 5 feet long, and so could easily tie around Jared's wrists, and have enough left to tie to the posts at either side of the bed. I crept up to the pillow end of the bed, and slowly started to move Jared into place. "Hmmm..." I murmured to myself. "A blindfold..."
"Jared..." I called softly. "Jared..." I gently kissed his chest.
"Huh?" Jared murmured groggily. "What?" Jared suddenly jerked his arm. I knew he'd just be opening his eyes now, and comprehending his situation. "What's going on? Kevin?" I looked up when I heard him say that. His voice suddenly became strained, and the muscles in his arms immediately came into sharp relief as he pulled on the cords. "Kevin? What? What did I do? Please don't do this! I'm sorry!" Sorry for what?
"Jared? What are you talking about?" I still tried to keep a soft expression in my voice, hoping that Jared just misunderstood, and still wanted to join in with my original plan. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
"Kevin! I'm sorry, please don't do this, please! I didn't mean it!" Jared was carrying on as if he hadn't heard me.
"Jared! Jared! What's wrong?" I reached up to start to remove the blindfold I had made using a bandana, when suddenly his leg came up and kicked me in the gut. I jumped back, panting for breath. He was writhing all over the bed, yanking at the cords. Finally, his left arm broke free somehow and he curled up at the top end of the bed, the blindfold still on and his body curled up tightly around his still tied right hand. Finally, he rested still in the top corner of the bed. What happened? I was asking myself, I was scared, but most of all, I was confused. Why hadn't he answered me? "Jared?" There was no answer. That scared me even more. I crawled on the floor to his side of the bed, and got up close to him, watching his legs to make sure he didn't kick out again. I slowly moved my hand close to his head, and placing it on his forehead, I felt the sweat that had collected there. I grabbed the top of the blindfold and pulled it away. Jared's eyes were staring straight at me. His fast paced breathing didn't change. I just looked into his eyes. "Jared? Can you see me?" I asked him. He seemed to be staring straight through me. But now he answered immediately with a sharp nod of his head. "What happened? What's wrong?" I asked softly. I could guess - he didn't like having something like being tied up done to him without being asked, but I wanted to make sure, he reacted too violently for it to be just that.
"What were you going to do?" Jared asked quietly.
"Well, um..." I started softly. "I was gonna make love to you." I said. I didn't know how to phrase it. I realised how weird it must have been for him. We've never even used a sex toy before, and he wakes up all tied up.
"Oh. Shit. Kevin, I'm sorry..." Jared trailed off.
"For what? It was me who mucked up - I shouldn't have just tied you up like that without asking you." My foot now had pins and needles on it, so I shifted my weight onto my other leg. As I did so, I dropped the blindfold and reached up to undo his other hand. Once I'd done that, he sat up on the side of the bed, and rubbed his wrists. I sat next to him.
"No, I'm sorry I reacted how I did. There's something I should tell you... basically, I don't like being tied up. I don't like being held down in any way. My dad... my dad used..." Jared trailed off again. "Do you... do you remember me telling you my dad used to hit us a lot?" I nodded slowly. "Well, there came a point when we were strong enough to struggle free from his grip as he hit us." Shit, I didn't like this, I didn't like where this was going, and I wasn't sure I wanted to hear it come from Jared's mouth. "He tied me, Adam and Seth to the kitchen table, if we deserved it, and he'd hit us. One time, he broke one of my ribs. He fractured Adam's arm once, and he almost broke Seth's jaw one time. It scared me Kevin, I thought... I know, it would never happen, but I thought you were gonna hit me." I felt like I'd been hit myself. Jared was scared that I'd hit him? Where had that come from? Even if I had put him in the situation of being tied up again - did he not trust me not to him?
"Why would I hit you?" I practically whispered, my throat was tight - did Jared really not trust me?
"I don't know!" Jared suddenly stood up, and I saw he had tears running down his face. "I don't know, and that scares me even more! I thought I trusted you more than that!" Jared crossed quickly over to the balcony doors and walked out, leaning on the railing. He was wearing a pair of white CKs, and from my seat I could see the beach and sea on each side of Jared. I didn't know what to say to him though. I really did think he trusted me, and now we were both stuck, him scared that he doesn't trust the person he thought he did, and me scared that he doesn't trust, well, me!
"Jared, what can I do?" I asked as I crossed over to him. I put my hand in the middle of his bare back.
"I don't know. I don't think there is anything. I guess... I guess I'm just gonna have to believe you when you say that I can trust you." Jared turned around, and took both my hands in his. "Maybe I was just confused this morning. Maybe the blindfold made me think I was back at home for a moment, and my arms being tied up and everything... I guess, maybe, I might have had a flashback or something. Either way, I Was scared shitless for a moment there." Jared had dropped back into his English accent. I hadn't heard him do that in ages. "Shall we go back inside? I'm feeling a bit hungry." And the American accent was back. That was weird. Maybe he really had had a flashback. He thought he was back in England, that was why he'd been so scared. I could believe that... I'd have to believe that - it was the only way I could believe that Jared still trusted me. "Did you really want to tie me up?" Jared asked quietly as we were pulling on some clothes to go down and eat breakfast in."
"Well... yeah." I answered shyly.
"I didn't know you had that type of... fetish." Jared said with a grin. All thoughts of that morning dissolved in that grin. I was still scared, but Jared put my thoughts at ease when he grinned at me. We went down and ate.
End of Chapter 12 TBC...Or is it? See Below...
Right, that's the end of chapter 12, and it's hopefully gonna be up in time for Christmas, so a merry Christmas to everyone!!! What I really want to know is, does everyone want me to continue writing? I know it's been a while since my last post, and I have DEFINITELY slowed down. But now I've settled in at uni and everything, I should be able to get back into a steady rhythm - the question is, does anyone out there still want me to? I have had a really great time writing On The Streets, and whatever happens, I will finish the honeymoon chapters, which is probably one, maybe two more... I will provide a concluding chapter, which describes basically what happens to the guys over the coming years, but all in all, it will come to an end. I just need some feedback. I'm really sorry if this puts pressure on you to write to me, but I've been away for so long that I have no idea if I can make it back!