Now I'm down in Orlando, I'm in a limo...I was like, 'Wooahh, what have I gotten myself into? Here I am, from Lexington, a middle class guy who is growing up and worked hard and pow, overnight my life has been changed.' -- Brian Littrell, on how he felt just prior to auditioning for the Backstreet Boys

"They shouldn't do that in front of us," Brian said, looking out the window.

"I don't mind," Kevin and AJ said in unison. They both laughed at that and continued to watch Howie tongue the tip of Nick's cock.

"Hey Kev," AJ said. "Trade me places. I want to sit next to your cuz."

"Sure," Kevin said, because then he'd have a better view. He stood up and let AJ move, then sat down next to Nick and Howie.

"You guys are sick," Brian said, and scooted further away from AJ.

"And don't we know it," AJ said, leaning in to breathe on Brian's neck. Brian raised a hand to smack him, but AJ grabbed both his wrists. "Feisty today, are we Littrell?"

"Let go," Brian said. He was still looking out the window.

Across the way, Kevin reclined, unbuckled his belt and slowly undid the buttons on his jeans. Nick had a handful of Howie's hair and muttered "Fuck" at random intervals. Neither he nor Howie were very aware of the others.

"I'll let go if you let me play with you," AJ said.

Brian turned his head slowly and looked AJ in the eye. "You're just gonna have to hold me then," he said.

"Fine," AJ said, and crawled into Brian's lap. "It'll be more fun if you resist, anyway." AJ pinned Brian's arms to the back of the seat and kissed along his jaw from ear to chin. AJ tilted his head and placed a sweet kiss on his mouth, but Brian kept his lips pressed tightly together.

"Hey Kevin," AJ said, frowning. "Why don't you come give Brian here a smooch to loosen him up."

Kevin's pants were at his knees, and he was lazily rolling his balls around in his fingers, but he nodded and stumbled across to the other seat.

"Relax," Kevin said, and kissed his cousin wetly on the cheek. "You provoke him by being such a stick in the mud."

"You're married," Brian said, not looking at Kevin, because he could already feel Kevin poking at his thigh. "And so am I."

"Kristin knows," Kevin said, and rubbed AJ's shoulder. "In fact," he kissed AJ, "she can't resist him either." Kevin kissed AJ again, and Brian could see their tongues when he looked out the corner of his eye.

Kevin smiled at both of them before falling back into his seat. He licked his palm, then wrapped it around his cock about the time that Nick thrusted off the seat and came in Howie's mouth.

AJ grabbed Brian's chin to keep him from looking out the window. He knew that Brian could see Kevin masturbating behind them even though he was trying to avert his eyes. He probably also saw Howie trade places with Nick, whose face was now buried in Howie's lap.

"I want you to look over there," AJ said, rotating his hand so that Brian's gaze was directed at Nick and Howie. "I want you to look at Howie's pretty cock, and Nick's pretty mouth--"

Brian shut his eyes and twisted his head away. AJ caught hold of his chin again and reached down between Brian's legs and squeezed until Brian opened his eyes.

"I want you to look at that," AJ continued. "And tell me that you've never wondered what Howie tasted like, or how Nick's mouth would feel on your cock."

Brian didn't answer, so AJ grinded in his lap. "I know you've thought about it," AJ said, and panted in his ear.

"Stop it," Brian said, his voice as rigid as his body.

Kevin was also panting -- his hand disturbing again and again the sensitive spots on his cock -- moaning deep and low, sending shivers down AJ's spine. Kevin shuddered, his orgasm boiling over onto his hand.

AJ reached across and dabbed his finger in the cloudy pool on Kevin's thigh. He pulled back and wiped a sticky white streak across Brian's lips.

"I've sucked his dick before, so I already know what this tastes like," AJ said, licking the rest off his finger. "How 'bout you?"

Howie groaned Nick's name, and Brian relaxed momentarily when AJ turned his head to watch Howie bite down on his lip as he came. He heard Nick gurgle softly and lick his lips. Brian took the opportunity and shoved forward, knocking AJ out of his lap. AJ tried to get back up, but Brian jumped on top of him, pressing him to the floor with one hand on his neck and a knee in his back.

"Now you're going to do what I tell you to do," Brian said. He leaned in and growled into AJ's ear. "You got that, cocksucker?"

"Yes. Ow!" AJ said, as Brian twisted his arm behind his back.

Brian slid down his pants just enough to free his cock. He pulled AJ up so that he was kneeling on the floor, with Brian behind him. He kept a firm grip on AJ's arms.

"Pull down your pants," Brian said. AJ complied, fumbling with his zipper and wiggling his hips out of his jeans. Brian put two fingers to AJ's lips and said, "Suck."

AJ sucked without hesitation, rolling his tongue between and around Brian's fingers. And soon as they were wet enough, Brian pulled them and bent AJ over on the seat. His fingers went in somewhat easily, and he knew he'd found the right spot when AJ grunted and relaxed in his arms. He moved his fingers around a bit more, then withdrew -- probably not enough to stretch the tight muscles, but AJ enjoyed it nonetheless.

Brian spit on his hand several times, then rubbed saliva along his cock. He found the hole that his fingers had just been in, and pressed deep inside.

AJ yelped, and Brian held his arms down again, pressed and pulled in and out until AJ moaned.

AJ's cock rubbed on the edge of the seat as Brian fucked him erratically -- thrust, thrusthrust thrust -- missing his prostate only every few strokes.

It didn't take long before AJ moaned, "Oh, fuck me" and came on the seat.

"Now look what you did," Brian said, shoving hard into AJ. "And it's leather, too." He let go of AJ's arms and dug his fingers into the back of his neck, pushing AJ's cheek down on the slickened seat. "Lick it up."

Brian's grip lessened a bit, and AJ was able to turn his head and lick the seat clean. Brian still slid in and out of him, his thrusts now more rhythmic, steady, building.

AJ was pretty sure he knew what Brian looked like during an orgasm, as it was probably not unlike the pained look he often got while singing. But he was still curious when a slippery warmth erupted inside him and Brian's fingernails skidded across his arms.

The intercom buzzed, and they heard a honk behind them, from the car holding their bodyguards. Brian pulled out of AJ and they both sighed.

"I suggest you clean up, boys," Howie said. He was in Nick's lap, leaning back onto his shoulder as Nick kissed along his neck. "We're almost there."

Kevin was already decent, and had done so while Brian got intimate with AJ's prostate. Brian zipped his pants and sat down with his arms folded. AJ waited until Brian was settled, then wiped his face on his sleeve, pulled up his pants, and sat back in Brian's lap.

"Will you kiss me now?" AJ said and nipped at Brian's cheek.

"Just this once," Brian said, and unfolded his arms so that AJ could press against him. They didn't stop when the limo slowed, but rather kissed until the other three had left the limo. AJ pecked at Brian's mouth one last time, then scurried away to walk with Nick and Howie, who were trying not to hold hands, lest anyone see them.

Kevin put his arm around Brian as they walked into the hotel and leaned into his ear. "That wasn't too bad, now, was it?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Brian said and shrugged Kevin's arm off his shoulder.

End.