"Letting Go" 1/3
I'm just trying to get my feet wet again after taking a very long time off from writing popslash. Anyway, this is all having to do with the recent American Music Awards (Nov. 22, 2005), and the pic that inspired the damn lil' bunny that bushwhacked me.
My, what a lethal glare you've got there, Nickolas.:
Letting Go - Pt. 1/3
Fandom: Popslash/RPS-BSB
Pairings: Multi (Nick with everyone)
Rating: FRAO - Adults Only
Disclaimer: Nonsense
Warnings: Boy-on-boy sexual content, profanity. Not much on plot either. Sorry, I prefer more myself as well. heh.
Author's note: I could say that this is for "Brian Month," since November is just that. Or I could say that this is a "BSB-GSF," since it is almost December. But how about we just say that it's both? hee. ;)
Summary: Letting go is always easier in theory, but much harder in practice.
Letting Go
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Kevin caught the cold deathly glare that Nick shot AJ, as they lined up for publicity shots outside of The Shrine Auditorium. Immediately his head began to throb. He clenched his jaw slightly and adjusted his collar, expelling a heavy breath. As soon as they were ushered closer to the entrance, Kevin felt someone tap him on the arm. Glancing over his shoulder he locked eyes with his cousin's, taking in the nod toward their other band mates. Kevin fought the inclination he had to just grimace. Instead he cocked a heavy brow and nodded an acknowledgment. "Yes...I saw it," he responded dryly.
Once inside, Kevin came up on Nick's right and cupped the tall blonde's elbow, tugging him the tiniest bit closer so that Nick would lean in. "Nick..." he whispered close to his ear, "whatever the hell is going on with you and AJ tonight - shelf it for now."
It was said with a minimum of hiss, but Nick got the message loud and clear. Nick wanted to tell Kevin to fuck off and mind his own damn business, but unfortunately 'this' was his business. So with a quick nod and the briefest of smiles, Nick resumed his professional demeanor.
Brian came up behind Kevin. "They're fighting again, I take it." It really wasn't much of a question because Brian already knew the answer, as did Kevin. "I feel a little guilty that we've been so busy lately. Maybe I should try spending some quality time with our youngest." That wasn't really a question either, but it got an affirmative grunt out of Kevin, so Brian made up his mind that after tonight, he'd make it a point to do just that. Besides, when he thought about it, he really did miss spending alone time with Nick. It really had been a while. Usually he spent all of his free time with his family, or with AJ - playing golf. But they really hadn't had much of that since the tour began. Now it was time to change that.
When the awards show was over and they were making their way out toward their limos, Kevin, as usual, divided them up into two groups to take on the after-parties and the required schmoozing. "D...you and Nick take the Teen People Magazine party, and J and I will head out to a couple of other ones. Bri...you're heading home to Leigh, right?"
That was another question that really didn't need to be asked, not when they all knew the answer. Brian only attended parties now if it was on the highest of orders, like a top Jive party or Clive Davis himself. And then he went only if Leighanne accompanied him. Otherwise, he was a family man and he went home to his family. They all accepted that this was how it was now.
Brian nodded anyway, appreciating that Kevin always included him, regardless. Everyone else agreed to the plan for the night as well, not that they had much of a choice. Then they all headed out to their own respective destinations.
It wasn't until they were four blocks away that Howie reached over to clasp Nick's jaw with his fingers, running his thumb across the whiskered line. "Hey...you've been in a funky-ass mood tonight, wanna tell 'Uncle D' wat-up, kid?" His smile teased Nick in the dim light of the limo.
Nick just shook his head and shrugged. He avoided Howie's penetrating gaze by turning his own eyes back to the window, and the passing of nondescript buildings as they drove through the crowded streets of Los Angeles.
"Well...if you're not ready to talk, how 'bout we don't talk at all then?" With that Howie turned Nick's head towards him again and leaned up, catching Nick's plush mouth with his own. That was all Nick needed. He grabbed onto Howie, almost desperately, pulling the other man closer and shoving his tongue into Howie's mouth with force, before he had the chance to change his mind.
Their kissing was more like oral warfare, Howie thought hazily, as he braced himself against the all-consuming power of Nick's hot wet mouth working over his. But if it made Nick feel better, if it took his mind off of his real fight with AJ, then so be it. This, Howie could offer. Well that, and maybe a few other things.
Besides, it wasn't like this was the first time.
Howie pushed against Nick's chest, then leaned back, both of them breathless and flushed from the rush of desire that had quickly escalated in them. Even in the reduced light he could easily make out the rosy glow emanating from Nick's cheeks, and from the the skin that peaked out at him from the opening at the top of Nick's dark blue shirt. He smiled, loving the debauched look that Nick wore all too damn well.
He palmed Nick's rough cheek, noting that the blue of the younger man's eyes had nearly turned black with passion, and that his breath was coming out in short shallow huffs. "Eager boy," he whispered softly. Nick only nodded, then licked at his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. Howie massaged his cheek with one hand and reached over Nick's lap with the other, cupping the firm bulge his fingers came into contact with. A small grin curved his lips as he began to rub and gently squeeze the swelling mass.
Nick's moan stabbed straight through the core of Howie, making his dick jerk and a deep throb echo in his balls. "Maybe I can help change that bad mood of yours." Nick's shiver and hungry gaze were the last things he saw as he unzipped Nick's pants and lowered his head. He smiled around Nick's erection, eyes closed, as he was filled with the clean musky scent of the young man he knew so well.
From then on all that registered on him was the salty sweetness that was just pure Nick, along with the moans, grunts and hair tugs from above.
He always did enjoy Nick's show of appreciation.
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'Touched By A Boy' Stories
My, what a lethal glare you've got there, Nickolas.:
Letting Go - Pt. 1/3
Fandom: Popslash/RPS-BSB
Pairings: Multi (Nick with everyone)
Rating: FRAO - Adults Only
Disclaimer: Nonsense
Warnings: Boy-on-boy sexual content, profanity. Not much on plot either. Sorry, I prefer more myself as well. heh.
Author's note: I could say that this is for "Brian Month," since November is just that. Or I could say that this is a "BSB-GSF," since it is almost December. But how about we just say that it's both? hee. ;)
Summary: Letting go is always easier in theory, but much harder in practice.
Letting Go
-*-
Kevin caught the cold deathly glare that Nick shot AJ, as they lined up for publicity shots outside of The Shrine Auditorium. Immediately his head began to throb. He clenched his jaw slightly and adjusted his collar, expelling a heavy breath. As soon as they were ushered closer to the entrance, Kevin felt someone tap him on the arm. Glancing over his shoulder he locked eyes with his cousin's, taking in the nod toward their other band mates. Kevin fought the inclination he had to just grimace. Instead he cocked a heavy brow and nodded an acknowledgment. "Yes...I saw it," he responded dryly.
Once inside, Kevin came up on Nick's right and cupped the tall blonde's elbow, tugging him the tiniest bit closer so that Nick would lean in. "Nick..." he whispered close to his ear, "whatever the hell is going on with you and AJ tonight - shelf it for now."
It was said with a minimum of hiss, but Nick got the message loud and clear. Nick wanted to tell Kevin to fuck off and mind his own damn business, but unfortunately 'this' was his business. So with a quick nod and the briefest of smiles, Nick resumed his professional demeanor.
Brian came up behind Kevin. "They're fighting again, I take it." It really wasn't much of a question because Brian already knew the answer, as did Kevin. "I feel a little guilty that we've been so busy lately. Maybe I should try spending some quality time with our youngest." That wasn't really a question either, but it got an affirmative grunt out of Kevin, so Brian made up his mind that after tonight, he'd make it a point to do just that. Besides, when he thought about it, he really did miss spending alone time with Nick. It really had been a while. Usually he spent all of his free time with his family, or with AJ - playing golf. But they really hadn't had much of that since the tour began. Now it was time to change that.
When the awards show was over and they were making their way out toward their limos, Kevin, as usual, divided them up into two groups to take on the after-parties and the required schmoozing. "D...you and Nick take the Teen People Magazine party, and J and I will head out to a couple of other ones. Bri...you're heading home to Leigh, right?"
That was another question that really didn't need to be asked, not when they all knew the answer. Brian only attended parties now if it was on the highest of orders, like a top Jive party or Clive Davis himself. And then he went only if Leighanne accompanied him. Otherwise, he was a family man and he went home to his family. They all accepted that this was how it was now.
Brian nodded anyway, appreciating that Kevin always included him, regardless. Everyone else agreed to the plan for the night as well, not that they had much of a choice. Then they all headed out to their own respective destinations.
It wasn't until they were four blocks away that Howie reached over to clasp Nick's jaw with his fingers, running his thumb across the whiskered line. "Hey...you've been in a funky-ass mood tonight, wanna tell 'Uncle D' wat-up, kid?" His smile teased Nick in the dim light of the limo.
Nick just shook his head and shrugged. He avoided Howie's penetrating gaze by turning his own eyes back to the window, and the passing of nondescript buildings as they drove through the crowded streets of Los Angeles.
"Well...if you're not ready to talk, how 'bout we don't talk at all then?" With that Howie turned Nick's head towards him again and leaned up, catching Nick's plush mouth with his own. That was all Nick needed. He grabbed onto Howie, almost desperately, pulling the other man closer and shoving his tongue into Howie's mouth with force, before he had the chance to change his mind.
Their kissing was more like oral warfare, Howie thought hazily, as he braced himself against the all-consuming power of Nick's hot wet mouth working over his. But if it made Nick feel better, if it took his mind off of his real fight with AJ, then so be it. This, Howie could offer. Well that, and maybe a few other things.
Besides, it wasn't like this was the first time.
Howie pushed against Nick's chest, then leaned back, both of them breathless and flushed from the rush of desire that had quickly escalated in them. Even in the reduced light he could easily make out the rosy glow emanating from Nick's cheeks, and from the the skin that peaked out at him from the opening at the top of Nick's dark blue shirt. He smiled, loving the debauched look that Nick wore all too damn well.
He palmed Nick's rough cheek, noting that the blue of the younger man's eyes had nearly turned black with passion, and that his breath was coming out in short shallow huffs. "Eager boy," he whispered softly. Nick only nodded, then licked at his lips as his eyes fluttered closed. Howie massaged his cheek with one hand and reached over Nick's lap with the other, cupping the firm bulge his fingers came into contact with. A small grin curved his lips as he began to rub and gently squeeze the swelling mass.
Nick's moan stabbed straight through the core of Howie, making his dick jerk and a deep throb echo in his balls. "Maybe I can help change that bad mood of yours." Nick's shiver and hungry gaze were the last things he saw as he unzipped Nick's pants and lowered his head. He smiled around Nick's erection, eyes closed, as he was filled with the clean musky scent of the young man he knew so well.
From then on all that registered on him was the salty sweetness that was just pure Nick, along with the moans, grunts and hair tugs from above.
He always did enjoy Nick's show of appreciation.
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'Touched By A Boy' Stories