Tale of Two Boybands

Published on Jul 24, 2000

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Tale of Two Boybands 22**

A Tale of Two Boybands 22

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***Disclaimer:

This is yet another story about those hunky boys of the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync written by a straight woman. Therefore, please excuse my writings if they appear to be a bit screwed due to my lack of knowledge. This story is a work of FICTION (note the term FICTION- I can't stress this enough) and is purely written for the sole purpose of entertainment and enjoyment. Yes! Entertainment. That's all... think of it like a movie. You watch for entertainment and you read for entertainment. These events did not happen to the best of my knowledge and therefore actions taken in this story do not reflect the true nature of the characters involved. This story does not imply anything about the sexuality of the person(s) involved. And if you're an underage teenie or do not wish to read about male/male sexual relationships, this is now the time to shut your lap-top as there will be sexual explicit scenes throughout. Proceed with your own risk. Enough with the warnings, now on with the story.

***Author's Note:

Aphrodite here with many engaging thoughts to share as usual- sometimes my notes are more entertaining that the story itself, don't you think? 1) Did anyone watch `N Sync All Access, especially the "I Want You Back" performance from 04/98? OMG! At 17, Justin still managed to send me into orbit. Thank goodness he's legal now or I'd be in a lot of trouble. Okay, I'm on my knees begging- if anyone has taped appearances of the boys from '98 or any rare footage, please email me. 2) On related notes, did anyone read "After the Concert" and enjoy it as much as I did? Email me. We need to talk, baby! 3) Go read "Right and Wrong". Email Lee and persuade him to stay. He won't listen to me anymore. 4) The Boybands Awards is fastly approaching us and I haven't a clue what it's all about...someone please enlighten me. Someone nominate me or something. Vote for me. I've never won anything in my lifeL . I want to be at least nominated and I don't even know how it works. 5) After this chapter, I'll be on sabbatical leave. I have finals in a week, so everyone pray for me. 6) Lastly, but not least, muchas gracias to each and every one of you for reading "A Tale of Two Boybands" and especially for amusing me with your often "insightful" emails. You're the greatest! Some of you are probably thinking to yourself, boy does she talk a lot, just shut up and deliver the story. Your wish is granted. Enjoy!

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A TALE OF TWO BOYBANDS

CHAPTER XXII

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It was only 7:00 in the morning when Kevin popped out of bed from a rude waking up call. It was Howie. Howie had called to inform him of the meeting later in the morning. He also told Kevin to remind Brian of the meeting. After taking a quick shower, Kevin left his room and walked across the hallway towards Brian's room. Kevin quietly entered the room. Kevin found his cousin still sound asleep underneath the many layers of comforter. It must have been very cold last night, Kevin thought to himself. He made his way around the bed to shut the window. Once the window was shut, Kevin walked to the bed. He dragged the comforter away from Brian when suddenly, he was met with astonishment upon seeing Justin's sleeping body curled up underneath the covers next to Brian. He briskly walked around to the other side of the bed, waking up Brian.

"Brian, wake up." Kevin said. "Wake up this minute."

It took Brian all but two seconds to jump out of bed. He stopped in front of Kevin, leading Kevin away from the bed.

"Shh...can you keep it down." Brian whispered, pointing at the sleeping boy still wrapped in the satin sheets.

"We need to talk." Kevin said. When Brian did not budge, Kevin put his foot down. "Downstairs now!" Kevin raised his voice, interrupting Justin's slumber.

The boy emerged from underneath the sheets, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Brian abandoned Kevin and rushed to his boyfriend, but not before signaling for Kevin to leave.

"Good morning, sweetie." Kevin heard Brian said.

"What time is it?" Justin asked.

"It's 7:30 in the morning." Brian answered.

"Only 7:30." Justin said, falling back down onto the bed.

"What are you doing, baby?"

"Going back to sleep, of course. I don't know how it is in the Backstreet Camp, but at my camp, this is way too early to get up." Justin said, getting comfortable between the sheets.

"Okay, then will you get out of bed after I'm done with my shower?" Brian said, attempting to strike a deal with the sleepy boy.

"Okay." Justin said, slipping back into slumber.

Brian smiled graciously down at the angel in his bed. He leaned down to plant a delicate kiss on his forehead, before stepping outside to meet his cousin in the hallway.

"Give me a few minutes to take a shower and I promise I'll be downstairs." Brian said and then returned to his room without hearing Kevin's comments.

Brian stripped away his boxers as he made his way into the bathroom. In 10 short minutes, Brian loomed above clouds of steam created from his hot shower. He put on his usual work attire, a pair of sweat pants and a fitting t-shirt. After getting dressed, he walked up to Justin, and shook him lightly.

"Justin, get up. It's now almost 8 in the morning and I have to get to work by 10." He explained.

"But it's still too early." Justin whined, pulling onto the sheets even tighter.

"Please." Brian said, stripping him of the comfortable sheets. "I want to see your beautiful face before I leave for work."

Justin curled up beside Brian. He lifted his head, looking Brian in the eyes. And then he smiled. "Okay. I will. Give me 15 minutes to get ready."

"Sure. We'll wait for you downstairs with breakfast." Brian said, walking out. As he walked out the door, he caught Justin pulling the sheets over himself once more. "Fifteen minutes, Justin!"

"Yes, daddy." He heard Justin said right before he closed the door to his bedroom.

Brian couldn't wipe away the smile that was plastered on his face. Justin was just too cute. It annoyed Kevin further when he began humming to the ill-fated "I'll Be Good For You" penned by his beloved Justin while gathering a basket full of eggs from the refrigerator. Kevin had to clear his throat to get Brian's attention.

"Yes, Kevin." Brian said, innocently, preparing enough scrambled eggs for the now three tenants.

"When the hell were you planning to tell me that Justin Timberlake is staying at our house?" Kevin asked his cousin.

Brian dropped the eggs on the frying pan and swallowed hard. "Kevin. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We got home last night so late I didn't want to wake you up."

"And where the hell is JC for that matter?" Kevin demanded of his cousin. "What happened last night?"

"Kevin."

"I'm waiting, Brian. Why is Justin Timberlake in our house?"

"Last night, I met with JC. They must have gotten in a fight or something or maybe JC doesn't love Justin anymore. In any case, JC gave Justin to me." Brian explained.

"What? I can't conceive that. Are you lying to me, Brian Littrell?"

"No." Brian sounded a bit more defensive. "He literally dropped Justin in my laps. He had him in a car and gave me the key. Before I could say no, he was gone. I couldn't leave Justin alone in that subway station so I took him home. Kevin, JC wants me to take care of Justin now. Why are you overreacting?"

"I am not over-reacting. Justin is not a lost puppy you took home with you last night. Justin is a human being. How in the world are you going to take care of him when you can't even take care of yourself? For God's sake, Brian, your mom still feeds you your food when you're at home. Are you really ready for the responsibility over another person in your life?"

"Kevin." Brian flinched a little, but almost immediately regained his composure. "I'm quite aware that it won't be easy having him around, but I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to keep him here."

"Fine. Since you can't seem to think logically with that dumbstick of yours, I'll accept his stay here. But if anything happens, he's your responsibility." Kevin said, sitting down at the table.

"Fine!"

"Fine! When will breakfast be ready?"

"Now." Brian said, dumping the contents of the frying pan into a large bowl. He placed the bowl in the middle of the table and proceeded to prepare the table up for three people.

Several minutes of utter silence fell between the two cousins as they sat waiting for the almighty Justin Timberlake to make his grand appearance at the breakfast table. It was now nearing 8:30am. If they were to arrive at the studio on time, they had to leave the house at 9:30am at the latest.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked Kevin as Kevin piled eggs and bacon slices on his plate. "Justin's not here yet."

"Brian, if we don't eat now, we'll be late for work." Kevin told his cousin.

"Alright, alright. I'll go get him." Brian said.

Brian entered his room to find his angel had lied to him. Justin was still sound asleep in his bed. He did not make any effort to get up and meet him downstairs. Fifteen minutes suddenly turned into an hour. Brian walked up to Justin and began tickling him.

"Stop it." Justin squirmed.

"I will when you get your ass out of bed and take a shower." Brian told him. "Justin, you promised me."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I was going to take a short nap, but then I fell asleep, again. I'm sorry. I'll get up this time." Justin said, jumping onto his feet. "See. I'm going to the bathroom now." He said, closing the door behind him before Brian could take a peek at him disrobing.

Brian shook his head, laughing at Justin's childish, yet cute ways. How could JC let someone like Justin go? Brian could not understand JC anymore. Brian returned downstairs and to his surprise, Kevin had not taken a bite of his breakfast yet.

"Is he up yet?" Kevin asked.

"Just now. He tricked me." Brian said, taking his seat across from Kevin.

"So, what's new?" Kevin said with a hint of sarcasm as Howie surprised them both by stopping by their country home.

"Howie, what are you doing here?" Brian leapt toward Howie, limping after hitting his knee against one of the table legs.

"Well, I just thought I'd stop by and come along with you guys." Howie explained, taking the seat Kevin so willingly offered Howie. "Why? Am I no longer welcomed here?"

"No. No. Of course you're still welcomed." Brian passed an evil glare in Kevin's direction as he returned to his seat.

All three Backstreet Boys sat silently at the breakfast table with a truckload of scrambled eggs and bacons and other breakfast items on top. No one had told Howie of the new tenant in the house who had kept them waiting for the past half hour. It was now almost 9:00 am. Justin was really being obnoxious. Kevin could not wait any longer. Knowing that if Justin did not get his ass down here at this minute, Brian would not allow anyone to eat, Kevin excused himself while Brian was trapped in another pointless conversation with Howie.

Kevin's heavy footsteps were heard across the steamy bathroom door. He pushed opened door and entered the personal bathroom. He stopped in front of the showers and pulled the curtains opened, surprising Justin in the showers. A half empty shampoo bottle submerged over the soapy water bath. Soapy lather streamed down from his curly crown to his face, gliding down his glistening body. His entire body blotted with lathers of soapy foam with a high concentration of lather over his crotch. Justin flushed with embarrassment before quickly covering himself badly with the washcloth in his hands. Kevin shook his head and dragged Justin across the bathtub. He placed him in the middle of the shower. He yanked the washcloth out of Justin's hands. Justin just stood there, completely nude as Kevin fixed the showerhead so that the water could now directly pound forcefully against Justin's body, washing away the soapy lather. Justin crouched down to reclaim the washcloth to cover himself before there was no lather left to keep himself hidden. Once Justin was rid of all the soap, Kevin pulled the boy of the shower. He dragged Justin out into the bedroom and onto the bed. Seeing that Justin now had the wet washcloth over his crotch, Kevin snatched it out of his hands, again. Justin just sat on the bed, not knowing what to do, as Kevin rummaged through Brian's closet for clothes. Justin gathered the clothes Kevin tossed out of the closet unaware that Kevin had wanted him to put the clothes on.

"What's the matter with you?" Kevin pulled Justin to his feet. "I know blondes are naturally dumb, but you can't seriously be that dumb, can you?"

Justin shrank at Kevin's disparaging remarks, dropping to the floor before Kevin's feet.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still wet. I can't put on clothes when I'm not dried yet."

"Fine." Kevin said, aggressively stroking Justin's wet skin with a terri cloth. "Now get some clothes on." Kevin said. When Justin still did not respond as Kevin had wished, Kevin jerked Justin back to the bed. "Remember last time when JC raped you, I swear I'd tear you apart so bad you'll cry out for mercy when you see your own blood. Now put on some clothes."

Justin scrambled onto the floor, grabbing whatever clothes were on the floor. Just a bunch of socks were all Justin could find. "Now, Justin!" He heard Kevin hollered from outside the hallway. He quickly shoveled through the scattered clothes and somehow found something that could be worn. Unfortunately, they weren't...

"baby blue!"

Kevin returned downstairs to find his cousin bored out of his mind listening to Howie loquaciously rambling on for the past half hour. The food still untouched. Kevin was sure that the food was cold if not spoiled by now.

"Is he ready now?" Brian leaned forward to ask his cousin.

"Just look up." Kevin said, directing his cousin's attention to the descending Justin on the stairs.

Brian's eyes opened wide, taking in Justin's beautiful figure. His blond locks shined under the morning sun. His eyes sparkled as he made his way down (partly due to the tear-stricken fear he had just endured). Brian's shrunken highschool baseball t-shirt hugged his chest tightly. It wasn't big enough to even cover his navel. And then there were the shorts. The gray cotton shorts that belonged to Brian threatened to rip open as Justin sat down beside Brian (imagine if you will Ryan Phillippe in 54). He managed to muster a smile as Brian leaned in to kiss the bridge of his nose.

"Good morning, baby."

"'Morning, Brian." Justin said.

"Hi, Justin." Howie said, leaning across the table for a kiss when Brian stopped him, smacking him across the face.

"Hi, Howie." Justin gave Howie his eagerly awaited response.

"Good morning, Justin." Kevin said, taking a sip of his coffee. When Justin ignored Kevin's greetings, Kevin continued, "Justin, I don't know if Brian told you this or not, but I have co-ownership of this place. So if you don't want to find yourself thrown out in the street in the middle of the night, I suggest you start treating your elders with respect."

"Kevin!" Brian shrieked.

"It's okay." Justin tried to calm the infuriated Brian. "It's my fault." Justin said, diverting his attention from Brian to Kevin. "Good morning, Kevin."

"Good." Kevin clapped his hands victoriously.

"So, what are we having for breakfast this morning?" Justin asked, not paying attention the food on the table.

"Um...eggs." Brian answered, placing scrambled eggs on Justin's plate. "I didn't get a chance to go to the market this morning. I hope you don't mind. If you want to, I can run to the market real quick and get you some Captain Crunch cereal?"

"Brian, I'm not a spoiled brat." Justin said. "I can live without my cereal for one morning."

Brian managed to smile as he filled the other plates on the table with the cold scrambled eggs. Of course, the ration was not fairly divided among the four men. Justin received the most share, leaving Kevin with barely enough to hold him through noon.

Throughout breakfast, Justin would focus his attention across the table at Kevin, trying to understand Kevin. Whenever Kevin would catch him staring at him, Justin would quickly turned to Brian for comfort who would spontaneously scowl at his cousin. Howie enjoyed his breakfast along with the live soap opera before him. They were quite entertaining to say the least. Much of breakfast was spent with little to say. But the silence was short lived.

"Fuck." The obscene word slipped out of the boy with the angelic face.

A noise evident of a rip of a fabric was echoed throughout the serene kitchen. All eyes quickly rested heavily on the teenage boy at the table. Justin's face flushed a crimson red as he hung his face down low to avoid the attention he was receiving from the others. During the breakfast, Justin's shorts had ripped open at the crotch of all places.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked his boyfriend.

"Brian, I..." Justin began to whisper his embarrassing problem when Kevin pushed aside the table, exhibiting Justin in the very uncomfortable situation.

"I guess God Must Have Spent A Little More Time on Justin Timberlake." Howie commented at the bulging flesh peeking out through the rip of Justin's shorts.

Brian quickly covered his boyfriend up with his napkin. He took Justin's hands and quickly led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He set Justin back in the bed, pulling the comforters over him.

"This is so embarrassing." Justin kept repeating to his boyfriend.

"I know, baby, I know." Brian repeated in return. "I'm going to work now. You stay put in the bed. I'll stop by during lunch."

"Okay." Justin said, before receiving another tender kiss.

Brian stomped his way back downstairs. Without saying a word, he grabbed his keys and jacket and headed to the garage. Kevin and Howie took the cue and followed him to his car. Once inside the car, the conversation began.

"Cute. Very cute." Brian said, pulling out of the driveway. "Kevin, what's up with dressing my boyfriend like he's a walking live porn flick?"

"You mean you didn't like it?" Kevin teased his cousin. "Of course, you prefer him with only a big red ribbon around his dick."

"Shut up." Brian shout back, laughing a little. He couldn't help it. It had been so long since laughed. He almost forgot how his laugh sound. "My poor baby. His shorts ripped open in the most embarrassing way possible."

"Yes, mission accomplished." Kevin said. He looked in the rear mirror and saw Howie with a wide grin on his face. "What are you smiling about, Howie?"

"Oh nothing. Just the image of Justin with nothing on but a red ribbon around his dick. I might be lusting after Nick, but I can't deny how that image makes me so horny." Howie explained.

"You mean you didn't see him that night?" Kevin asked.

"Of course not." Howie replied. "I was the only gentleman in the room that night."

***Yet another chapter to this Nifty soap opera. Like it? No? Email me with your ever so "insightful" comments pertaining to the story. Remember, peeps, I've moved due to my coerced eviction. New address is: ataleof2boybands@lycos.com. If nothing else, wish me luck with my finals.

Next: Chapter 30


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