Working for the Boys 12
The following story is a work of fiction that does not want to imply that anyone in this story is gay, lesbian, or bisexual. Just take this story as entertainment. Thank you
We took a plane to Kentucky and spent the week with Kevin's family. They excepted AJ and was very understanding towards him. Meanwhile, Howie and I settled our differences and decided that we were just all about sex. Wednesday was Kevin's funeral. It was private for just friends and family. Nsync came, along with Britney, to support her boyfriend, Justin. Nsync sang the closing sound while Brian, Nick, Tyler, Howie, and myself carried the empty casket to be buried. Everyone cried but AJ. I could tell he refused to cry. We settled down and had the reception. AJ drank himself to oblivion and finally cried. Brian and I took him to bed to go to sleep.
By the end of the week, we regretfully had to go back to Orlando. Due to the crowd of people around there, they had their own compound outside of the city, along the beach. I stayed at Brian's place, while AJ was at Howie's, and of course, Tyler stayed with Nick. Howie and I went to retrieve AJ's clothes from Kevin's place.
Meanwhile, in New York, Ryan visited Theresa at the MTV studios.
"Can we stop now. We've ruined the Backstreet Boys and we killed Kevin. Isn't that enough."
"Stop complaining," Theresa snapped, " I am the one mopping up the shit that is being dropped from the lapdog of MTV!"
"Carson Daly? He's very cool. And cute too, well in the Eddie Munster kinda way."
"The point is, we are not done. My goal is to permanently destroy the Backstreet Boys."
"And how do we do that," Ryan sighed.
"Easy," Theresa smiled, "I am quitting this damned job and we are taking a trip to Orlando. Then, everything will be explained."
Ryan looked at the smile on Theresa's face and knew trouble was ahead.
"Never mind. That is not what I came here for. Theresa, I have given this a lot of thought, and due to personal reasons, I am out of this hurting Backstreet Boys thing. I am out of it!"
"But what about Reece," Theresa questioned.
"I told her EVERYTHING. Have fun, bitch. I am out of your grip!"
"You think it's that easy, Ryan. Remember, they hate me, but they hate you just as much."
"I will change that when I explain everything. Theresa, you are not a saint and they found that out. How long will it take for everyone to realize that you, not me, killed Kevin Richardson? Boggles the mind."
Ryan turned and walked away. Theresa grew angry, then her anger settled.
"You will be taken care of, Ryan I will make sure of that."
I woke up the night we came back. I was thirsty and I went downstairs to find Brian staring at the television. It had to be three or four ion the morning.
"Brian," I asked, "what are you doing up?"
"I was just looking at video's with Kevin and I. This is when we did `As Long As You Love Me.' Kevin had the most geekiest haircut."
I sat next to Brian and watched the video.
"Oh my god," I smiled, "Nick looks ten!"
"Yeah. Look at Howie, Hard to picture without a ponytail isn't it."
Then Brian looked at me.
"Sorry. I forgot."
"It's ok," I reassured him, "We weren't in love, I think. It was just sex."
"Well, maybe," Brian added, "whatever it was, Howie wasn't good for you."
"Brian, are you converting?"
We both giggled.
"No, I mean, Howie just isn't the one for you. You deserve so much, Jamie. I mean you've known all of us for less than two weeks and yet you and Tyler have been apart of life-altering events in our lives. You handled what has been going on better than any of us. Even Howie. I just think, that if you are going to fall for someone, it should be your equal."
"Thank you, Bri. But why are you bringing this up now?"
Brian looked straight at me.
"I am so sad and angry that Kevin died, but he died happily. He had the man he wanted. He had a successful business. He found happiness in the most odd place to find it, in front of his face. I wonder if my happiness is there too."
Brian leans over to kiss me. I pull him off.
"Brian, what the hell are you doing?"
"What about if you're my happiness. God I mean, I cannot be the ONLY straight one in the group. Maybe I'm gay too. I want to find out and I want to find out with you."
"Brian," I pulled off him, "that's sweet, but you're not gay and you know it. Now come on, what's really wrong? Are you worried of dying alone?"
"Well.. aren't you? I mean aren't you afraid that you wouldn't be happy when you die?"
"I am happy. I have realized that you don't need to be with someone to be happy. Happiness is being happy about yourself, not who you're with. Now Brian, do you honestly thing you would be happy with a dick plowed up your.."
"OK, OK," Brian smiled, "I get it. Your right and all, but."
"But what, Brian?"
"Can I kiss you? Just to see what's it's like."
I sighed a little, then looked at the clock. It was almost 4 o'clock.
"Fine, only if you promise to go to bed after."
Brian nodded. I told him to close his eyes and I leaned in. I pressed my lips lightly on his. He pressed back. As I was starting to pull away, Brian held my head with his hands. I felt his lips try to open my mouth and then I felt his tough brush my teeth and my bottom lip. I tried to use my tongue to push it out; instead, he slid his tongue in my mouth even further, sliding his tongue next to mine. It felt so good, a shiver or ecstasy excited me into a soft moan. Finally, Brian's hands let go as he face and tongue retracted from mine. We both looked at each other in amazement before Brian looked at me.
"I think I should go," Brian said as his he turned away.
"Yes," I agreed, "maybe we both should. Go to bed that is. Alone."
We both got up and went to our respectable rooms.
"YES! Oh God baby! Yeah. Who's your daddy! Who's your daddy!"
"God, Tyler!"
"Awe yeah," Tyler yelled as he tried to swerve the controller to the left. Nick was slamming all the buttons in retreat.
"Look at that kick, buddy! Chun-Li kicks major ass," Tyler gleamed.
"God, not another power move!"
"Chun-Li wins," the television stated.
Tyler jumped to his feet.
"Next on Entertainment Tonight, Tyler Lakeland kicked Nick Carter's ass in Marvel Superheroes vs. Street Fighters. Let's talk to Mr. Lakeland now."
"Ok, Tyler," Nick said as he stood up next to him. "Now, let me give the winner his prize"
Tyler smiled as Nick went in to kiss him. They made out for a bit before Tyler saw the clock.
"Damnit, It's almost four. We should get to bed."
"Sure, but before you do. Well.Tyler, do you love me?"
"Nick. Of course I do. I never felt save in anyone's arms but yours. I love you with all my heart, Nick. Why do you ask?"
"Well, seeing AJ at Kevin's funeral has got me thinking. What if I die and leave you all alone. What would you do?"
"I don't know. I never thought about it, really. I am more afraid of us breaking up than you dying on me, if that makes any sense."
"No it doesn't. I will never stop loving you. Death would have to break us apart."
"Death and Ryan," Tyler stated. "The both almost did that at the same time. I don't know what would have happened if you died. Yes I do. I'd still be pissed at you, but I would hate myself for hating you. Nick, I never want us to split. Even through death."
"Then let us make a promise. If either one of us dies, the other must die to."
"Nick! That's way too drastic."
"Maybe, but I couldn't even imagine living without you. I know that if you ever died, I would want to die to. Promise me, Ty. Please."
Tyler looked at Nick's eyes and saw he wasn't making a joke. This was for real. A real promise. It was late, and Tyler knew what he had to do.
"I promise Nick. Now let's never talk about this again."
Tyler kissed Nick and they went to bed.
Howie dragged in a drunken AJ into his room. He threw AJ on the bed and started to walk away. AJ grabbed Howie's shirt and hurled him back onto the bed and AJ. AJ laughed and pretended to "fuck" Howie.
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby." AJ laughed.
Howie tried to pull away and then AJ let go. Howie turned around and sported a big woody. AJ smiled.
"Want me to take care of that," AJ smiled with glassy eyes.
"No, your drunk and."
AJ jumped on his knees and Pulled Howie's pants and underwear down to the floor and took them both off. He took Howie's hard dick in his mouth and started to suck it softly. Howie started moaning as AJ slurped and drooled over Howie's cock. Howie put his hands on AJ's head and started fucking his face. Howie's moans got louder and AJ's sucks became harder.
The Howie whispered loudly, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, AJ. I love you."
AJ instantly stopped. He spit out Howie's cock and threw Howie's hands away from his head.
"What did you say," AJ said sternly, almost like he was sober.
"Nothing, I mean I."
AJ stood up.
"You love me?" AJ said with anger.
Howie started to run, but AJ grabbed his arm. He threw Howie on the bed. AJ ripped off his clothes while Howie had fear in his eyes. Howie started crying as AJ put the head of his dick on Howie's hole.
"Do you want this," AJ asked.
Howie didn't answer.
"I said, do you want this dick, you fucking fag!"
"YES," Howie blurted.
That's all he had to say as AJ reamed Howie's ass. With no lube, Howie yelled in a pain worst than any other. He was crying and screaming, yet he was moaning between screams. AJ fucked Howie faster and faster until AJ was at the breaking point.
AJ came hard in Howie's ass as he yelled "Kevin!" Howie felt sad and used as AJ collapsed and started crying.
"I love you, Kevin. Why the hell did you lie? Why did you leave me."
Howie didn't know what to do. Then he came as AJ's head brushed against his hot cock, getting Howie's jism all in AJ's hair. AJ cried as Howie just lay there. He finally had sex with the man of his dreams, but was that the man of his dreams. He finally realized that, like Jamie, he didn't want AJ.
Howie fell asleep a few minutes after. He had a dream of a wedding. He was the groom and he was holding the hand of another man. The only thing he could see on the man's finger was a ring with a rose where the jewel would be.
Howie woke up the later that morning around 10. AJ was still sleeping had still had his cock wedged up Howie's butt.
Who was that man,' Howie thought, was it AJ? Or was it Jamie?'
Theresa waited at the terminal at the airport. Ryan tried looking around the corner, but couldn't see who it was. He saw a man's hand shake Theresa's.
"Well, Mr. Dunning. I am sure you will love your flight to Orlando. I am planning on joining you, too!"
"Will Ryan Phillippe be joining us," the man asked.
"No, he's going to be detained," she smiled.
Ryan cringed a little, and then he went to the front desk.
"Yes, I need a ticket to Orlando, immediately!"
To Be Continued.
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