A Tale of Two Boybands 18

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:
It's comforting to know that despite my having said that I wasn't feeling too well, no one emailed me with concerns except for the usual suspects (and you know who you are, thank you ). I could have been ailing. However, I should be grateful to have such loyal readers emailing me with requests of posting more installments during these times. Therefore, I have decided to jump on the bandwagon and follow the leads of such great writers as Stacia, Billy, and Danni and create a website specifically for "A Tale of Two Boybands". I am now taking requests for a Co-Webmaster or Co-Webmistress as I am extremely computer illiterate. What's in it for you? You ask. My enduring friendship, of course. Oh, and also an advance viewing of the new chapters. So, email me if you're interested.



The shades had been drawn as if to deter the sun rays from peeking through to find it's target on the older man's back. His younger lover lay cushioned underneath him. His head arched back. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He screamed in ecstasy his lover's name.

"AJ, harder, harder!"

"Harder? Harder?"

"Yes! Yes! AJ!"

Moments later, Nick ejected his loads of seeds. Just as quickly as he came, the moment came and went. AJ got off Nick and made his way into the bathroom to clean himself up as well as to draw in his goatee using "Remarkable Lash" by Cover Girls. They had an important gala to attend in thirty minutes. He and his other bandmates had made plans to dine in the most exquisite Italian restaurant in the Orlando area. They were to celebrate a feat none other than that of breaking up 'N Sync. He smiled at how easily it was to bring down his arch rivals. Sure, it took him several weeks to do so and several failed attempts, but it was so worth the wait to see JC's devastated look as he realized the monstrous acts he committed towards his precious angel. AJ splashed his face with water to rinse away Nick's love residues. He opened the drawer and retrieved a satin cosmetic bag with it's beautifully embroidered intricate of rose and ivy. Using the popular brand cosmetic necessity we ladies call mascara, he restored his signature goatee. He smiled once more at his reflection in the mirror.

"Ah...the perfect image of a bad boy," AJ said.

He took a bold step away from the mirror when he suddenly realized something was terribly wrong. There was spot on his skin left untouched. He quickly retrieved the mascara to apply some more. This time with much difficulty as he felt someone had crouched before him. Feeling the need to repay his kind lover, Nick slid off the bed and crawled his way into the bathroom to meet his lover. He made his way underneath AJ and camped in between his legs for the perfect moment to please his lover. AJ would take a blow job any day at any time, but not today. They were getting late with less than half an hour to get ready.

"What the fuck are you doing?" AJ asked Nick.

"Giving you pleasure, baby." Nick replied and then resumed

to sucking on AJ's dick diligently.

"Let go of my fuckin' dick, Nick!" AJ yelled while trying to meticulously apply the mascara.

"But, I-"


Nick reluctantly opened his mouth wide, allowing the phallus to drop out of his mouth as Howie entered the bathroom- his eyes protruded forward when he saw Nick on the floor with nothing on.

"What the fuck are you looking at?!" AJ lashed out at Howie. "Get yourself your own little bitch."

"Nothing." Howie began to mutter softly. "Um...we're getting late. And Brian and Kevin are ready now. They're waiting downstairs."

"Well, tell them to sit their whiny asses down. I have to still pick out a hat and a tight shirt to accent my well toned upper body and my six pack abs."

"You're not going to wear that top you wore for the Video Music Awards, are you?" Nick asked.

"The hell I am. You know how long it took me to find that masterpiece. It's art." AJ said. "Now, go."


So much to speed up the process. Howie left AJ and Nick's room to reunite with Brian and Kevin on the couch. Now, for sure, AJ would take extra long to prep himself just to despise him. Howie just knew it. Howie told them that it would take another half hour if they were lucky. Neither Kevin or Brian appeared to have the desire to be present. They were forced to attend the gala. Otherwise, it would make the band look bad as if they were individual men linked by a mere business arrangement- as if there was no cohesiveness whatsoever.

"What's up with the look?" Brian heard AJ voice directed towards him from behind him. "You look like you're going to your last supper instead of a celebrated dinner honoring our hard work in bringing down our arch rivals."

Brian managed to muster a weak smile to AJ's satisfaction.

"Much better." AJ smiled as Nick helped him with his coat. "I feel like I can breathe again without fearing that our careers is over. Let's celebrate!"


Although they all shared the same dinner, dinner was of varying satisfaction. Brian found it to be of mediocre delight. Both Howie and Kevin thought it was good. To Nick, all food was equally delicious as he devoured not only his ration, but that of Brian and Kevin as well. Dinner was most spectacular to AJ. It appeared that everything was finer, sweeter, tastier, more appetizing. Of course, he washed down every other bite with expensive wine.

"Good dinner." Howie said as he and his fellow bandmates filed into a limo just outside the trendy Orlando restaurant.

Howie smiled at the sight of his group finally reunited. For awhile, Howie thought the end of the Backstreet Boys was inevitably approaching, especially with the events surrounding 'N Sync. He leaned back against the seat and took in the beauty before him. Sure he was heavily engaged in a tongue wrestling match with AJ, but Nick was still beautiful nonetheless in his eyes.

Suddenly the phone rang, which sent Nick into Howie's lap. AJ grabbed his phone and answered it. It took all but thirty seconds for AJ to slam his phone on the floor and screamed into the distant night.

The limo arrived at back at the large estate which headquartered the Backstreet Boys when they were in Orlando. All band members gathered inside their estate. AJ, Nick, and Howie took the cozy sofa, leaving Kevin to sit on a beat up recliner and Brian on the floor.

"What was all that about in the limo?" Kevin asked AJ.

"Oh nothing." AJ said, pulling out a flask of whiskey from inside his jacket. "Just that an insider had to fucking ruin my day by telling me that despite all the hard work we had put into to bringing down those losers, JC and Justin are now a couple."

"Isn't that what we wanted at first?" Nick asked.

"Sweetie, how many-"

"I know, I know. How many times do you have to tell me that I must keep my stupid remarks to the minimal? I'm sorry. I'll just shut up and look pretty." And that he did. He pulled out a mirror and applied some more concealer courtesy of MAC to his face.

"What is it going to take to bring them down?" AJ shrieked, pulling on his hair.

After applying the concealer to his face, Nick diverted his attention from his drunk boyfriend to Brian. It was hurting him inside to see Brian so depressed. Nick swore he saw a teardrop slip past Brian's lids before he shook it away.

"I'm sorry, Brian." Nick said, trying to comfort his first love, "No one could predict that Justin would end up going after someone who raped him." Brian heard Nick and despite his comments, he knew that Nick was just trying to comfort him. He allowed Nick to move onto the floor and sit next to him, taking his hands into his.

"Now what?" Howie asked.

"Nothing." Kevin spoke up at last. "We cannot destroy them. Let's face it. We tried to tear them apart, but the more we try to separate them, the stronger their bond gets."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" AJ yelled. "You're thinking about yourself, again, aren't you? I was talking about `N Sync, not JC and Justin."

"Guys. Let's not get in another fight over them." Howie stepped in between the two.

"I agree with Howie." Nick said.

"Here's a silly thought." Brian said, looking up at the four pairs of eyes staring at him. "Why don't we start work on our new album?"

As soon as Brian let the last words slipped, AJ and Nick broke down in a fit of laughter. Somehow they found themselves during their seizure like attacks of laughter and began making out in front of their fellow bandmates. Brian and Kevin immediately excused themselves while Howie remained glued to his seat.

Brian collapsed onto his bed and relapsed into another crying spell. He had been crying for days now. Every time, he closed his eyes and opened them, he would see Justin's ocean blues staring right back at him. Every night, he would dream of what might had been had JC not raped Justin. Every waking hour, he would reminisce the times they spent together. He would become alive again, reliving the memories. If this wasn't love, then what is?

Brian awoke to the sound of pounding knocks on his wooden door. He dragged himself out of bed to open the door to his cousin. Today was the first day he and his bandmates would go into the studio to record the upcoming album. AJ was determined to beat 'N Sync's record set in March. The only way to do so was to record a double record set. There was no time to waste. He had even gotten up early with Nick and by now, they were probably on the highway somewhere between their estate and the studio.

"Brian, get dress. We have to meet them in an hour." Kevin told his cousin.

"I don't feel like going today." Brian said, returning to the bed.

"It was your idea."

"Yeah, so what?" Brian buried his head in his pillow, trying to hide his weak emotions.

"Brian, you can't act like this day in day out." Kevin said, dragging Brian out of bed and setting him in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself. You look like shit!"

"Well, I feel like shit." Brian said, pushing his cousin aside to make his way back to his bed. "Just leave me alone."

"Brian!" Kevin was becoming more frustrated seeing his cousin back in bed. "Look, I understand you perfectly. I was there, too. I can understand what you're going through now. To love someone you know you can't be with. I understand."

"No!" Brian sprang up. "No, you don't understand, Kevin."


"The difference between you and I is that you had a chance with JC, but you screwed it up. You had your chance." Brian said. "I never had a chance. The minute I got close to him, you guys fuckin' raped him."

Kevin shook his head in disagreement.

"JC was just your vehicle." Brian said, walking away from his cousin towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Kevin asked his cousin.

"To the bathroom to take a fuckin' shower. Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" Brian slammed the door shut before Kevin could utter another sound.

Kevin slumped down onto the floor, burying his head in his hands. He couldn't fight back the tears from falling after seeing the anger in his cousin's eyes. However, Brian was not to blame. It was he. Brian was right. He had the chance to love JC- to experience the joys of loving someone. Brian was robbed of that chance- of loving Justin. He never had that chance. The moment Brian might have had that opportunity with Justin, he and his bandmates walked into that hotel room and raped him.


Just as the few past days had been for the two close cousin, the distance between them drifted further and further away with each passing minute. Brian could not talk to his cousin without taking out his anger on him. Kevin, along with the others, had ruined the life of the person he loved with all his heart. They drove to the studio in the same car. Kevin turned to look at Brian's profile. He wanted so much to apologize for what he and the others had done. As soon as he parted his lips to speak, Brian turned up the volume of his 'N Sync CD. A perfect opportunity for reconciliation passed. The car parked in front of the studio and they entered as if they came in separate cars.

Kevin and Brian entered the studio, where the rest of their bandmates were waiting anxiously for their arrival. Kevin took his seat at one end of the table and Brian at the opposite end. Never once did Brian look up to catch the tears in his cousin's eyes. Kevin, was just another body to take up space.

"Glad you can join us, boys." AJ cleared his throat before taking a sip of his Irish Coffee.

Brian ignored AJ, retrieving his CD player from his bag. He put on the earphones to listen to what he had left of Justin- his voice on a pre-recorded CD. Brian closed his eyes and imagined Justin singing. He could see Justin's beautiful smile and hear his infectious laugh. Soon, Brian's frown transformed into a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He was lost in his own world.

AJ called the meeting to order since Kevin was demoted to an outcast among the group members. AJ lay out the schedule on the table for everyone to pick up. When Brian didn't get his copy, AJ threw in his direction. Still, Brian did not respond. AJ tried desperately to gain Brian's attention, but it was useless. The louder AJ spoke, the louder Brian had to turn on his CD player. With anger brewing deep inside, AJ jumped on the table and attacked Brian. He yanked the CD player away from Brian and tossed it across the table, thus breaking Brian away from his trance. Brian leaped onto the table to save his CD player. He grabbed the headphones to prevent the CD player from dropping onto the floor. His eyes opened wide as the CD ejected from the CD player and crashed onto the hard-wood floor, breaking into several shards as his heart did the same. Brian dropped to his knees to salvage the pieces of the CD only to have AJ stomped on his fingers. Brian removed his bleeding fingers and watched as AJ smashed the CD to a thousand pieces on the floor. Once AJ was finished with his destruction of the disc, Brian slid back to gather the pieces. He sat in the middle of the studio and began to put the pieces together as if it was a puzzle needed to put together. He could sense the eyes of his bandmates weighing heavily on him. They were watching him as if he had lost his mind. And perhaps, he did. He was most content with Justin and now he was a complete wreck without him. If this isn't love, what is?

Howie joined Brian on the floor. At the disapproving glare from AJ, Nick dropped to the floor, taking Brian in his chest. He held Brian tight as Howie scooped the pieces of the disc and discarded them. He spat on his sleeves and wiped away the dried blood on Brian's fingers. AJ, disgusted by his young boyfriend's actions, reached in and separated his boyfriend from Brian. He dragged his boyfriend out of the studio, leaving Brian huddled on the floor.

Kevin kneeled down beside his cousin to help him up when Brian pushed Kevin away and exited the studio. Brian, not paying attention to his surroundings, ran into the busy city life. He continued to shed his tears as he ran for several blocks. As quickly as the tears fell, they dissipated into the thin air due to the hot humid Orlando weather. Brian ran until his legs ached. They couldn't take it anymore. Brian round the corner and into an alley, where he collapsed onto the ground- his hand clenched his right arm. Brian looked up at the sky as an eclipse had taken over the earthly skies. Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell, 25, had just suffered from an acute myocardial infarction

*** I never seem to get enough emails. I encourage you to send feedbacks. They honestly help. Just look at Chapter 17. I was utterly disappointed with that chapter. Although the story has been completed, I still can use good ideas to make the story run more smoothly. Again, I challenge you to make predictions and read to see if your predictions were right or how close you were to being right. As always, discussions are welcomed via email otherwise tune in to another installment of "A Tale of Two Boybands" in the next few days. ThanksJ