Legalities: This story is fictitious. It is not meant to imply anything about any of the Backstreet Boys or anyone else. No, I am not Brian Littrell, or Scott Waters. If you're offended, go away. If you're curious, keep reading, you might like it ;-)
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I hugged him tighter. "Well I don't have the benefit of nice warm arms around me, do I?" I said dryly.
Brian immediately slid out of my arms and off the chair. He seized my hand and began walking to the house. I trailed after him, up the stairs and into the bedroom. Without saying a word, Brain closed the door, then walked over to where I was standing. He knelt down, untied my shoes then reached up and unbuckled my belt, unhooked the button and unzipped my pants.
I stepped out of my shoes and pants as Brian did the same. Taking my hand once again, he walked me to the side of the bed, pulled back the covers and gently pushed me onto the springy mattress. He then scrambled over me, climbing under the covers on the other side. He spooned up behind me wrapping his arms around me.
"Is this better, Angel?" he asked softly, laying his hand on my chest.
"Perfect," I sighed, covering his hand with my own.
Our breathing evened out and we drifted into a peaceful sleep.
I awoke to the feel of sunlight streaming onto my face. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, then heard a sigh beside me and remembered. Brian was just beginning to wake up too. We rolled over at the same time and almost smacked our heads. We both laughed softly.
"Morning, Love," I whispered, kissing him tenderly.
"Mmm, Angel. Do you think anyone would notice if we just stayed in bed all day?" Just as Brian said that, there was a knock at the door.
"You guys up? Breakfast is ready," Kevin's voice came through the closed door. We both giggled, hushing each other, hoping Kevin hadn't heard us. No such luck.
"Okay, I know you're up. I'm telling Aunt Jackie if you're not down in twenty minutes." We heard him walk off and giggled again.
"You know, I like your cousin and all, Brian, but does he ever stop playing mother?"
Brian sighed. "Not that I can remember."
I folded my arms around Brian. "We need to find him a girlfriend," I said. Brian nodded his agreement before kissing me again. I ran my fingers along the angle of his jaw, tracing it from one side to the other. Then I traced the contour of his eyebrows, moving down to the hollow of his incredible cheekbones, down to his adorable dimples and finally reaching his sensuous lips. My finger traced first the upper then the lower, enthralled by the color and texture of the skin there. I came to the conclusion that his lips were perfect. He shivered and smiled that wondrous smile. His smile was perfect too.
We tried to lounge in bed, ignoring Kevin's threat, but both of us were feeling guilty. Finally, Brian crawled out of bed.
"Sorry Angel, Kevin just has me trained too well, I guess," he said ruefully as he walked to the adjoining bathroom.
I rolled off the bed and walked over to the window. It was facing west and the warm sun continued to stream in. I closed my eyes and soaked up the warmth, not used to such a brilliant sun at this time of year. Arms crept around my waist and Brian asked, "what ya thinking about?"
I turned into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. "I was thinking how easy I could get used to waking up to you each morning."
"Mmm, me too!" he said with a hug.
I left him standing by the window as I went to the bathroom. We both quickly pulled on boxers, jeans and t-shirts before going downstairs.
It seemed so natural as Brian clasped my hand in his. We walked into the kitchen to discover that most of the family was already there; Jackie, Harold Sr., Harold Jr., Kevin, Ann, Tim, Jerold, Jerold's wife Kim and their six year old daughter Jayne. Everyone else had returned to their own homes the night before.
"Morning y'all," Brian greeted his family. I had to smile. His accent was much more pronounced when he was here at home.
"Good morning Brian, Scott," a number of voices greeted us. We walked over to the large kitchen table, which easily sat everyone present, and found two empty seats. The family began to pass food down to us.
Brian jumped up and went to the counter to turn the kettle on. He poured himself a cup of coffee, then pulled a small teapot out of a cupboard and put a teabag in it. The kettle must have already been hot, because it boiled quickly. He filled the pot and brought it over to the table with his coffee. Everybody had stopped to watch Brian, knowing that he hated tea.
"What?" he asked them all, noticing the stares, as he sat down. "It's for Scott, okay?" he said defensively. The family laughed.
"I never thought I'd see the day you became domesticated!" Harold razzed his brother. Brian stuck out his tongue before turning his attention to his food and ignoring his brother.
We ate breakfast and chatted comfortably with everyone. Jackie and Ann would be preparing the dinner with help from Kim and Brian's Grandmother. Thirty people were expected so they would rearrange the dining room, bringing in another table to seat all.
"So what are you two doing today?" Harold Sr. asked Brian and I.
I looked at Brian. "I'm not sure yet, Dad," Brian said as he met my gaze. "I think we'll just stay here and explore the ranch, maybe go riding and hang out by the pool." He shrugged. "Unless someone has a better suggestion?"
When breakfast finished, people began to go their separate ways. Brian took my hand and led me to the front door. "I thought I'd start with a tour?" He waited until I nodded. I didn't care what we did as long as I was with him.
Facing into the house, on the left was a small library, and to the right was the living room that ran to the back of the house. The central staircase took up the center of the entranceway. Walking around the stairs to the left, led to the kitchen we'd just left. From the kitchen or living room, you could enter the huge formal dining room. When we reached that room I stood, duly impressed. The solid, polished wood table could easily seat twenty people. The chairs were made from the same fine-grained wood, as were the two giant floor-to-ceiling china cabinets.
"Wow," I said, touring the room, "My mother would love this."
Brian grinned. "She has the same taste as my Mom. I had this all custom made after I bought the ranch."
We walked back into the kitchen and up the smaller back staircase, which led to a small room. Originally probably maid's quarters, the room was filled with awards and trophies, Brian's. He grinned sheepishly. "I was keeping them in a closet, but Mom wanted them displayed, so we compromised."
We went into the hall. The central stairs rose up the middle creating a circular balcony type hallway. Doors leading to the bedrooms lined the walls, six bedrooms total. Over the entranceway, at the front of the house was another small room that Brian said was the study.
"I watched you arrive yesterday from here." He told me, pulling me into the room and closing the door. He pushed me gently against the wall and leaned into me. Our lips met and passion exploded. Brian wrapped himself around me, curling one of his legs around mine. Our tongues began to dance around each other, darting in and out. I grabbed Brian's face and kissed him all over, stopping at his neck to lick and nibble his skin. Brian ran his hands over my body, encouraging me to continue. I picked him up and his legs encircled me. I walked over to a nearby leather couch and sat down, continuing to run my mouth over his sensitive flesh. Brian tossed his head back and moaned as I kissed down his throat and over his clothed chest. He grabbed my head and pulled it up, returning my lips to his. His warm tongue flitted around my mouth, running along the inside of my lips. As he'd discovered earlier, that was one of my most sensitive spots. I shuddered and stroked his back.
The phone rang and we both jumped apart. Someone in the house must have answered the call because it only rang the one time. Breathing hard we looked at each other and began to laugh.
"Think someone is trying to tell us something?" I asked pulling him into a hug. Brian sighed and rested his head on my shoulder.
"So do you want to go riding? I'll show you the rest of the ranch," Brian suggested, running his fingers absently through my hair.
I grinned. "It's been a very long time since I've ridden, but I'm game."
We went back to our room for shoes then walked down the stairs. Kevin and Tim were sitting on the front veranda.
Brian and I looked at each other and he nodded. "You guys want to come riding with us?" I asked.
They agreed and we all headed for the barn. Kevin and Tim were both expert horsemen, with Brian not too far behind. They discussed which horse I should have and decided on a white mare called Beau, short for Beaujolais Nouveau. I'd never used a western saddle before so Brian helped me get the saddle and bridle on before saddling his own horse, a red gelding called B-Rok's Boy. I laughed at the name and he grinned.
"I didn't name him that!" he protested. "One of my little cousins did."
Kevin and Tim led their saddled horses out, and we mounted up. I tried to remember everything I'd been told during the riding lessons I'd taken as a child - heels down, back straight, reins quiet. As long as we only went at a walk, I would be okay.
The ranch was big, over two hundred acres. We rode through fields of genuine Kentucky bluegrass, following a worn trail. We crossed a number of streams before entering a forest of huge trees. The path zigzagged around the base of the trees; the canopy above was so thick that there was very little underbrush. I began to relax and adjust to the motion of Beau beneath me.
Kevin was leading, followed by Brian and I, with Tim close behind. Kevin turned to say something, then stopped. He waited until Brian and I reached his position. He was looking closely at Brian. He grinned and looked at me.
"You know, B. you may want to wear a turtleneck to dinner tonight," he said bursting into laughter. Tim had caught up to us and saw what Kevin was talking about.
Brian looked at me accusingly. "Scott, you didn't!"
I tried my best to look innocent. "Hey, it wasn't me, must have been one of your other boyfriends."
He grabbed Beau's bridle and pulled me over to him. "You know you'll have to pay?" he whispered wickedly.
I raised my eyebrows. "You promise?" I asked sweetly. All he could do was shake his head and grin at me.
We worked our way back around to the house again. The sun had really begun to heat up, so once we rubbed down the horses and turned them into the paddock, we decided to take a swim. The four of us walked back to the house, changed into swimsuits and met back by the pool. A few others were already there. Brian had found a towel for me, which I set on a chair before diving into the clear water. It was warm, but not too warm. I swam a few lengths, enjoying the refreshing feeling, before stretching out on one of the lounge chairs. Brian, Tim, Kevin and another cousin began playing a version of water basketball. I watched them for a while before dozing off.
Someone was shaking me. I squinted up into the sunlight at Brian standing over me, holding a t-shirt.
He handed it to me and sat on the side of the chair. "Maybe you should put this on Angel, before you turn into a lobster," he said and I could hear the concern in his voice.
I looked at my chest; it was pink, very pink. I glanced at my watch and realized I'd been asleep for almost an hour. I grimaced as I sat up. Brian reached over and helped me pull the shirt over my head. "I'm sorry Scott, I should have wakened you earlier. I didn't realize that you would burn so quickly," he said softly.
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips. "It's my own fault, Love. I know I burn and I just wasn't thinking." I stood up. "I think I'll find some shade to sit in for the rest of the day." Brian folded up the chair and took my hand, leading me off the pool patio to a nearby coffee tree. He unfolded the chair and gently shoved me down.
"I'll be right back," he said before running off to the house. I laid back and watched the kids playing around the pool. A couple of minutes later, Brian returned carrying two tall glasses of lemonade, and a jar of something. Placing the drinks on a spot of level ground, he told me to take off the shirt. I didn't ask.
He knelt down in the grass beside the chair and began to gently rub the cream from the jar onto my burnt flesh. I could feel the coolness immediately. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensations. He covered my entire chest before moving down and working on my legs, where the sun had done its damage. Then he moved back up to my head and softly spread the cooling cream on my neck, face and ears.
A thought occurred to me and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. I smiled. "This isn't going to turn me blue or something, is it?" I asked. He smiled gently, and kissed my nose.
"No. My revenge will be much more obvious," he said softly, kissing my lips, "and sweeter." He turned around, sitting on the lawn with his back against the chair, and handed me one of the cold glasses.
"Thanks, Brian." I dropped my arm over his shoulder so it rested on his chest.
We stayed there for the rest of the afternoon until it became obvious that people were gradually moving into the house to get changed for dinner. At the same time, we stood up, looked at each other and laughed. Putting his arm around my waist, Brian and I walked back to the house.
We showered separately; deciding it would not be good to arrive late for dinner. Brian changed into black pants and a midnight blue silk shirt. When I came out of the bathroom, I found a matching green silk shirt beside the black pants I'd decided to wear. I smiled to myself and put on the shirt.
Brian came back in the room and whistled, walking over to kiss me. "I knew that shirt would look good on you." He turned to look in the mirror as he brushed his hair. "You know, it's a good thing that we're the only gay people here or I would have to lock you in the room for the evening." I heard a little insecurity in his voice. I hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you for the shirt, Love, but you wouldn't have to worry even if everyone downstairs were gay." I told him, and then we both laughed as we pictured that.
Walking hand and hand, we went down to join Brian's family in the living room before dinner.
Sorry this one was a little boring. But coming up in part 18, just to inform or forewarn...Brian and Scott's first time!