Written by: Dana (mywaybsb) Feedback to: myway_bsb@hotmail.com CHAPTER ONE I sighed loudly as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. We were getting off the plane. It was too early in the morning to even begin to think straight. We were at the start of the tour. Which meant there was a bus awaiting us outside. I hated going on the bus. The bus meant being so close to him for too long a period of time. A man can only take so much torture before cracking or breaking down, which ever came first. I mean, I know it’s not right. I tried ignoring it. Brushing it off as simply spending way too much time together. But the problem was I was worse off when he wasn’t around. He’s all I dream about, he’s all I think about. I just can’t get him off my mind and it’s driving me insane. “Hey,” he called out catching up to me. My pulse immediately quickened. My breathing labored. “Hey,” I answered back as evenly as I could. He smiled. Even those teeth are fucking sexy. It’s gone too far when even his smile gives you a hard on. Makes you picture yourself ripping off his clothes and fucking him right then and there. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was suddenly dry. “Need any help?” He asked pointing to me. I froze and followed the direction of his finger. Please tell me he didn’t see the tent that’s now my pants. Oh. Help. As in my bags. My guess is he probably had his on the bus already. It was as though I was gathering my thoughts to make a damn speech, I just couldn’t form coherent words around him. “I got it, thanks.” He shrugged and smiled once more, sending my heart into overdrive before he jogged up the stairs, into the bus. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. This was silly. I could so handle this. I raked a shaking hand through my hair before I stepped into the bus. Here goes nothing. CHAPTER TWO I cautiously looked both ways before walking down the isle of the bus. I couldn’t handle being in such a tight spot with him. If I just got to my bed, I’d be safe. Damn…why’d I have to bring him and a bed up at the same time? I inwardly groaned at the mental image that played in my head, but quickly shook my head of it. NOT good. Not before a 4-hour ride anyway. “Bri?” Damn. I closed my eyes, and tried not to look at him. Those blue eyes make me melt. “Hmm?” I answered, trying to move past him, but it was quite hard without brushing past him. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound from the friction my movements caused. God, how much I wanted him. I managed to get to my bunk and landed face first on the bed trying to hide what he had done to me from just a smile. “So, we’ve got a long time on this bus…” I nodded. Too long. “What do you wanna do?” We? I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Come on, breathe Littrell. It’s easy. “I’m so tired, I think I’m gonna crash,” I heard myself say. “You sure?” I nodded again, my face landing back in my pillow. “You okay?” I nodded in the pillow. Made a thumbs-up sign for emphasis. I sighed in relief when he was at a safe distance away. I closed my eyes. Why is this happening? I don’t even remember when it started. You’d think being together so much has got me sick of him, or at least be repulsed by him, but God…it’s completely the opposite. Everything he does is so erotic. If he wasn’t so passionate about everything my thoughts would be easier to control, but Goddamnit he’s couldn’t be any more. -*-*-*-*-*- Why does he just have to look so stunning sitting there, right across from me? God he’s just beautiful, and he doesn’t even know it. Which makes him even sexier. His hair is wet and messy, ‘cause he just got out of the shower, his wife beater just accents his body. The pants? God, they’re the best part. Aside from the tattoos that are just asking me to discover ever detail about them. I bit my lip to catch a moan that wanted to escape my throat, and I closed my eyes again. I can picture him perfectly in my mind too. His got that concentration face on, which by the way; means no one can snap him out of it. He’s probably drawing another one of his drawings. He looks so sexy. He’s frowning slightly, and his lips are parted. Why does he have to look so inviting? He looked up at me and smiled. I felt my heart speed up and my stomach flip. I managed what I thought was a smile. He laughed and shook his head. Have I begun to tell you how incredible his laugh is? “How’s the um…book goin’?” AJ called out from over my shoulder. I jumped. When the hell did he get so close? “Goin’ good Jig, thanks.” I replied not taking my eyes off my pray. “Really?” AJ questioned leaning over the back of the chair to check out what I was reading. “It may be a little easier if you read it this way,” he joked as he took the book out of my hands and flipped it around, right side up. Oh my God. No. I had been pretending to read with the book with it upside down. I blushed. Damn. When I finally lifted my eyes back up to meet Nick’s intense gaze, he was smiling. That Goddamn beautiful smile. It’s so provoking, and just so…innocent. God he’s sexy. I ran a shaking hand through my hair trying to control my thoughts. Not going to think about Nick. Not going to think about how I’d like to fuck him right there. “What’s up with you?” AJ asked, pulling me out of my trance. He had brought a chair over and positioned himself beside me. “What’re you talking about?” I asked in a wavering voice, probably two octaves too high for me or anyone else’s liking. Wow. I don’t think I could have sounded any less convincing. “You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. These past 3 months, you just haven’t been here.” AJ explained. Ah, that. Well Alex, let me explain. Nick’s been on my mind for the past 5 months, three of which, got so completely out of hand that I began to scare myself. I want Nick. And I want him now. How’s that for an explanation? But I just ended up saying, “tired I guess.” My eyes never left Nick’s, as he listened to my and AJ’s conversation. “Seriously man, we aren’t that stupid. Something’s up.” “Like I said, I’m tired. I’m gonna get to bed before the bus stops.” Before AJ could say something else, I was up and walking to my bunk bed. A soft, almost too familiar hand landed on my arm. I closed my eyes as it sent a shiver throughout my entire body. I just hope he didn’t noticed. “You alright man?” He asked softly. God, yes Nick. “You cold?” I didn’t even notice I was shaking. Well that can be slightly embarrassing. “N-no, I’m good.” That sounded like the end of the conversation, didn’t it? I thought so too. But apparently my body didn’t. I didn’t move from his hand, and I just stared at him, practically drooling. “You sure?” I nodded. Still making no move to get to my bunk. His gaze had me under a spell. And the concern etched across his face was almost too much. Almost. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He said getting up from his artwork on the table. “I’m okay, really,” I replied. I started to shake even worse, good timing Littrell. “Don’t be stupid, let’s go,” he ushered me to my bed. I couldn’t believe I was able to walk, let alone speak, but I was doing it. I was lying in bed when he decided to lean over and get something from the other side of the bed. What, I don’t know, the beds not that big anyway since we were on a bus. I closed my eyes and inhaled his intoxicating sent. Fuck you Carter. It wasn’t fair. Not even close to being remotely fair. He was right in front of me, but I just couldn’t do anything about it. I mean, I know he’s straight, I am too…well at least I thought I was… and I know that it would ruin our friendship. I just know it. If he came up to me and told me he was in love with me, that he had been in love with me for the past five months I’d probably get freaked and run away. But then again, who can’t resist the Carter charm? “Okay?” Nick asked, moving back from his little escapade of finding God knows what on the other side of my bed. His head was inches from mine. His lips were so close. I could feel the heat from his body radiate off him. I couldn’t breathe. “Frick? What’s wrong?” He frowned. “I’m fine,” I managed to whisper. “Please,” I closed my eyes trying to control myself, “I’m really ok.” “Alright, I’ll be right here if you need me,” his hand grazed mine as he walked away. I was finally able to breathe again. Relief washed over me, my heart was still slowing down from our last encounter. I couldn’t keep doing this. I knew I was going to lose it, and soon. CHAPTER THREE The bus finally made its stop directly in front of the hotel. We dragged our bags into the lobby where our keys and rooms awaited. Once our rooms were assigned to us, you wouldn’t believe my luck. Yup. I’m rooming with Nick Carter. Nick fucking Carter. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to be in the same room as him with a bed…and a shower… dammit! Why do I do this to myself? I grabbed the key card to our room and we made our way to the elevator. We were more than a foot apart, but I felt my hands begin to shake, my palms were sweaty and my breathing ‘problem’ came back in full force. “You sure you’re okay?” Were the next words out of his mouth. My mouth was too dry to speak, but the ring of the elevator doors opening saved me. We stepped into a crowded elevator, just what I needed. Nick ended up being stuck in a corner while I was on the other side. I looked over at him, just admiring his striking body. His hair had begun to dry into place, looking perfectly messy, if that made any sense. It just made you want to run your hands through it. What I wouldn’t give… My eyes traveled downward, I tried to will them not to, but I couldn’t. My eyes landed on his firm ass, ugh that damn fine ass. Damn… I felt myself getting hard. I glanced up at the numbers, almost there. “What’s up with you man?” Nick asked. I looked back at him, he had been watching me watch him. Oh my God. The doors came to my rescue again and opened on our floor. By now, all the other people were already off, it was only me and Nick. We walked to our room number and I struggled to get the key card through the slot. I somehow ended up with the key card and my hands just wouldn’t stop shaking. Nick took the key slowly from me and unlocked the door in one smooth motion. Figures. He opened the door and let me walk in first. It was pathetic, I know, I felt like a schoolgirl with a high school crush. But I just couldn’t help it. “Why don’t you shower? That always makes me feel better,” Nick suggested softly. My cock pressed harder against my pants. I don’t know if it was the mental image of him in the shower, or the fact that he cared so much, but either way, it was starting to get painful. He was still staring at me, which only made my knees get weak. I sat onto the bed slowly knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. Damn him. Damn him and his gorgeous body, his fucking sexy voice, his seductive ways… I pulled myself together and walked over to the bathroom, “thanks man.” I replied before closing the door. I leaned against it once it was shut and took a deep breath closing my eyes. My hands were still shaking as I took off my belt. I had to look down and actually concentrate to get the zipper down. I wished for it so badly to be Nick taking off my pants. I shook my head of thought before it got to intense. I turned on the tap to steaming hot and stripped off my shirt and socks. The water was perfect, sending steam in every direction. I sighed and began working the shampoo into my hair. A picture of Nick in the shower flashed across my eyes doing the same think made my heart race and I let out a whimper. Maybe hot water wasn’t the best idea. I turned it to cold and let it run down my body. I closed my eyes again and the same image played. “Fuck,” I moaned reaching for my throbbing cock. “Brian!” Nick yelled from the other side of the door. My eyes shot open and I almost lost my balance from the sudden noise. “Yeah,” I asked, my voice throaty and raw. I tried clearing it before I spoke again. “We gotta get goin’ soon. Hurry up!” Nick laughed that erotic sexy laugh sending shivers up my spine. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my waist and taking another one to get the water out of my hair. Just breathe and you’ll get through this, I coached myself as I opened the door to our room. The cold hit me suddenly, and I know it didn’t do much for my problem under my towel. “Undelay!” He smiled whipping my ass with the towel I dropped on the bed. I laughed, despite his sexy ways, he was still a kid. Okay, maybe 21 isn’t exactly a kid, but in Carter years it’s like 10. “Where we goin’?” I asked slipping on my boxers and then a new pair of pants. “We my friend, are goin’ out to eat, and then shop and then, Brian Thomas Littrell, I’m taking you out.” My stomach was in knots and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t spend that long a period of time with him. I just couldn’t. It was physically impossible. “B-but,” I stuttered aimlessly. “Un uh, no buts. You’re comin’ with no matter what. If I have to, I’ll drag your ass,” Nick smirked. And with that, he left. I sighed and sat down on the bed, putting my head in my hands. The door swung open and his head poked through, “get dressed noooowww, be out in 5 minutes or experience some major ass whooping!” And then he was gone again. I lifted my head. That sounded good to me. I shook my head. Damn. You know, I never used to think like this. At first, my feelings changed in a way that I cared more about him, much more, whatever he did, you know? Then, it went into physical attraction, I began to see how hot he really was. Those perfect lips, those ocean blue eyes… and now I just can’t get him off my mind. Both ways. I want to just throw him against the wall and fuck him senseless, and I want to be with him long term. I guess…I guess that’s what love is. BACK NEXT |
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