A Tale of Two Boybands 31
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.
The votes have finally been tallied. It only took me three months to do so. Let's see if Florida can get their act together sooner than three months. Again, to refresh your memory in the all important poll of JC "Control Freak- I'm your Big Daddy" Chasez vs. Brian "Horny Dog- I'll be B-rocking your world" Littrell, JC "Control Freak- I'm your Big Daddy" Chasez took home Justin Timberlake- um, I mean the trophy- beating Brian "Horny Dog- I'll be B-rocking your world" Littrell by a landslide 77% to 23%. There's some serious shifting here from the last vote. But I assure you that I hand counted every vote and that's my final answer, RegisJ.
A TALE OF TWO BOYBANDS
Kevin appeared to be lost in his own trance as the drive to the hospital was nearing its end. He started to dose off. All the while, Justin's eyes never left the drowsy figure in the driver's seat. As much as Justin had wanted to visit Brian at the hospital, something in his heart was telling him to get out of the car, doubting Kevin's good intentions.
The car soon slowed down. Traffic was congested despite the late hours of the night. Justin's eyes scanned the immediate vicinity for an escape route, any route. Unfortunately for Justin, the next exit was several miles away. As Kevin yawned sleepily- his eyes half closed, Justin felt the opportunity for escape was knocking on his door. He quickly opened the door and practically rolled onto the congested freeway, aggravating his injured leg from earlier in the night. He limped his way from car to car, asking for help. Any help. But no one acknowledged him. They either rolled up their windows rudely, dismissing his existence entirely. Or those who recognized his infamous face asked for his autograph, shoving any writing material in face. Who would have thought that Kleenex tissue was a writing material. One woman even had the audacity to surge out of her window to plant a kiss on his lips. Justin managed to pull away from her and continued his quest to find help. He started to pick up pace and approached some more cars.
"Sir." He said between breaths as he knocked on the window hastily. "Please. I need help. Someone's after me. Sir." Justin let his head dropped as he steadied his quick and shallow breathing. He looked up and it was as if the world had turned against him. "Fuck! What the hell is wrong with this tale?!" He fumed.
"Get in the car, Justin." Kevin said, sternly. When Justin made no initiation to get in the car, he was forced to pull out his gun. "Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time. I said, Justin, get in the damn fuckin' car."
"You wouldn't?" Justin taunted.
"You want to bet your life on it." Kevin responded, still pointing the 35mm directly at Justin's chest. "Because of you, JC wouldn't give me the time of day. Because of you, my cousin is lying on his deathbed at some hospital. Because of you and your stupid face, my group and I lost our record for selling the most albums in one week. Because-"
"Alright! I get the point." Justin slumped into the passenger seat. His arms crossed over his chest.
In the middle of darkened room lay Brian Littrell. An IV drip was attached to his arm and hand. An oxygen tank was used to help him breath. His heart was monitored closely as his heart condition appeared to have worsened significantly within this last year. Justin walked closer to his boyfriend. Guilt consumed his soul. He was the cause of this mess. Brian was in the hospital because of him. Had he not abandoned him, Brian wouldn't be lying on his deathbed, attached to an IV tube. Teardrops suddenly flowed down his cheeks as he held Brian's bandaged hand in his.
"Brian. I'm here. It's me, Justin." Justin managed to whisper softly into Brian's ears.
Brian's eyes slowly fluttered open. He squinted his eyes to accommodate for the vision before him. The delicate silky golden curls that illuminated under the natural lights. The fair, soft skin that glowed. The intense deep blue eyes that gazed into his crystal blues. Brian thought he had died and had gone to heaven. He thought the celestial figure before him was that of an angel. He recoiled underneath the sheet. He didn't want to die yet.
"Brian, please." Justin begged, tugging on the hospital sheets.
Brian emerged from under the sheets to find his boyfriend standing before him. His boyfriend, his one true, had blessed him with his presence. He had finally arrived to see him.
"What is he doing here?!" Brian hollered angrily. "You want me to suffer another heart attack?"
Justin's cries intensified upon hearing Brian's coarse words of anger. Kevin entered the room and pushed Justin aside. He leaned over Brian, calming him down. After whispering a few words of comfort in Brian's ears, Kevin left the hospital room to the two star-crossed lovers.
"Come here." Brian said, softly, ushering Justin to step forward and into his arms.
Justin was hesitant at first, but he returned to his post nonetheless after Brian's persistent patting on the side of the bed. Justin sat on the vacant bedside. Brian wrapped his arms around his young lover, bringing the boy's warm body closer to him. He squeezed him gently. How he missed Justin's vibrating body next to him.
"Can you do something for me?"
"Brian, of course. What do you want me to do? Bring you water?" Justin asked.
"No, no, baby." Brian shook his head. He pointed at the door. Justin took the cue and closed the door. After closing the door, he returned to Brian's side. He leaned closer to Brian, taking his hands in his.
"Is that all you wanted me to do, Brian?" Justin asked, playing with Brian's slender fingers.
"No." Brian said, getting into a sitting position on the bed so he could look directly into Justin's eyes. "I missed you so much, baby."
"Sorry." Justin managed to apologize even when Brian tried to silence him with his fingers pressed against his lips. "Please, forgive me, Brian."
"Of course, I will. I love you, Justin."
"I love you, too."
"Then can you please do something for me?"
"I said I would. What is it that you need me to do?"
"Justin." Brian said, rubbing his boyfriend's hands. A devilish grin formed on his face. "Take off your clothes."
"Sure, why not. I want to see you sooo bad. All of you." Brian was not convincing at all as Justin inched away from his loving boyfriend. "I'm your boyfriend, Justin. I'm lying here on my deathbed. I don't know how much longer I have. You think you can be a little less selfish and take your fuckin' clothes off so I can see your fuckin' dick?"
With puppy blue eyes and a pout on his face, Justin stepped back and began to strip for his dying boyfriend. Justin slowly pulled his sweater along with his wifebeater over his head, revealing his well-toned torso. Next he unzipped his khakis, letting them fall. Once they hit the floor, he stepped out of them and proceeded to remove his underwear. He slowly slid his boxer-briefs down to his knees and off his ankles. He shot a glance at Brian, waiting for his approval. Brian licked his lips, nodded, and ushered his boyfriend to step forward. Justin cooperated and entered into the arms of his waiting boyfriend. Brian grabbed Justin's ass and squeezed the buttocks roughly before placing gentle kisses all over Justin's nude body.
"God, you're so beautiful." Brian murmured as he worked his way along Justin's happy trail. "I'm so lucky I have you. It's like I've died and gone to heaven."
Justin stood with his hands clasped together in the back as his boyfriend attacked his naked form, getting closer and closer to his prey. His eyes locked on the electrocardiogram located nearby. He watched in horror as the beating of Brian's heart intensified, beating more quickly.
"Brian." Justin whispered to his boyfriend who was busying himself with sucking his nipples.
"Are you going to die?"
Brian paused, taking a seat in his bed. As hard as it was to pry his eyes off of Justin's glistening cock, Brian focused on Justin's tearful eyes.
"Are you dying?"
"Justin, I have to be honest. Yes. I know it's unfair. We finally found each other after so many years. Earlier today the doctor told me that death would be inevitable. But I have hope. I've had a heart condition all my life. The doctor told me when I was younger that if I didn't have a heart transplant I might die. They gave me no more than 15 years, but I'm still here. I'm still here with you, babe."
"I don't know what I'd do if you died." Justin said, fighting back tears, but it was pointless.
Brian grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him closer.
"I do love you, Justin Timberlake."
"I love you, too, Brian Littrell." Justin replied with a kiss for his lover.
As if the kiss had a divine power of its own, Brian's eyes closed shut as Justin released his lips finally. His arms limped over. Justin watched in horror as the electrocardiogram beeped for several minutes before a plateau appeared on the monitor. Suddenly, there were more noises. Panic was in the hallway as nurses rushed to their famous patient's room. Justin recoiled backward until he hit the wall. Footsteps stopped in front of the door. He crouched down just in time to grab his clothes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Kevin asked as his eyes turned from the lifeless body of his cousin to the nude body of his cousin's boyfriend.
The medical crew rushed inside the room. Justin managed to put on his clothes and charged after them, but Kevin stopped him. Kevin tightened his grip on Justin and pulled him back inside the room. He pushed him against the wall and pinned him still.
"If Brian dies, you're going with him. You hear." Kevin spoke.
Justin nodded as sniffles escaped him. Kevin let go of his tight grip and Justin sank to the floor. Once Kevin was out of sight, Justin rushed outside in pursuit of the speeding medical crew. He managed to catch up with them. He lowered himself to face Brian's still form. He took Brian's hand in his, rubbing it slightly. While everyone's focus was momentarily diverted somewhere else, Justin slipped a kiss on Brian's cold lips.
"Brian, please, don't die. You can't leave me, too. Not now. Not ever. Please, wake up. Please. We still have yet to make love, have sex."
Sex. Such a powerful word for such a tiny word. The three-letter word possessed so much power- even greater power than the heavens could imagine. The word echoed throughout Brian's subconscious, pounding forcefully against his tympanic membrane. Justin Timberlake and sex- they go hand in hand. Brian, wake up. This could be your chance. You can die another time. But you will only be given this opportunity to fuck Justin Timberlake once. Get up. Suddenly, there was this surge of energy- full of life bolting through Brian's body. He flew up, sitting. Upon seeing his crying lover, he pulled the much heavier boy into his arms, pushed him onto the moving bed and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"Thank you." Brian whispered to a breathless Justin Timberlake. "Thank you for bringing me back to life."
"No. Thank you for coming back to life." Justin responded.
Cheers roared throughout the emergency room as everyone clapped their hands in celebration of Brian's miraculous recovery as well as the two lovers' confession of love and passion for one another. Justin helped his boyfriend onto his feet and toward his room to gather his clothes. As they walked past the bewildered faces, they were unable to hear the exchange of words.
"What just happened there, Dr. Khan?" A young intern asked his preceptor.
"I don't know. I don't know. Never in my 40 years of practice has this ever occurred. The best I can explain is that it is a miracle. And that boy is an angel." Dr. Khan continued to shake his head in wonder.
*** Before, signing off, I want to apologize for disappearing off, again, although that was not my intention. Trust me, I was thinking of you all this time. What was so important to make me break my promise? My pathetic excuse is my attempt at creating a website that I promised you from way back when. I'm almost there, but for some reasons the web domains will not take my themes from FrontPage. So, that's my reason. Again, I'd like to apologize to everyone. And one last thing, please, please, I'm begging on my knees, DO NOT BUY the BSB's "Black and Blue" album. Justin tells me he'll let me see is his pee-pee if I deter a minimum of 100,000 people from buying the album:-).