Darkness descended on the highways across America. The highways stretched on what seemed like a never-ending path toward uncertainty. Kevin had spent the last several hours driving. Several times, he was tempted to turn back and drive to New York, feeling guilty that he had betrayed his bandmates. Then he would glance at Brian and see how much more content he was. He would picture JC's sensual smile and the thought of seeing that smile again was motivation enough to drive forward. It was now completely dark. The only light leading down the mysteriously dark path was the light from the stars and the moon hanging low. Brian insisted Kevin on stopping and resting, but Kevin persisted for several more hours. Kevin drove further and within miles down the long lonely road, Kevin nearly drove them off the road. It was time to stop. Kevin pulled off the road and parked his car in an empty parking lot of a famous National Park. He closed his eyes and soon fell into slumber.

As soon as Brian was sure that Kevin had entered his deep sleep, Brian crawled past Kevin to the back seat. He sat down on the seat and just stared at the sleeping angel. His eyes shut closed with his long lashes fluttering now and then, filtering away the dust particles circulating throughout the car. His lips only partly opened to allow for some breathing. Brian gazed intensely as Justin's chest along with his torso heaved in and out rhythmically with his breathing. How lucky JC is to be blessed with such beauty before him everyday. Brian thought to himself. A single teardrop fell down Brian's face as a dried leaf carried in by the wind landed in Justin's hair. Brian inched closer to remove the leaf when he was met with the deepest set of ocean-like eyes.

"I thought you were asleep." Brian said, grabbing the leaf and then returning to his position on the backseat.

Justin continued to breathe heavily. His eyes were slowing giving into the night. He licked his lips to moisten them.

"I can't fall asleep. I'm cold, Brian." Justin said. "Can you just release me?"

Brian glanced at his cousin, who was tossing in his sleep. He turned his attention to Justin, who was waiting for his answer.

"I can't." Brian said, whispering. "But I can hold you, keep you warm. Is that okay?"

Justin bit down his lips and nodded. He needed desperately to be held, to feel safe in someone's arms. Brian slowly crawled forward, nestling himself between Justin's legs. Brian could feel his member pulsating inside his pants as his cock brushed against Justin's most private area. He heard soft moans escaping into the night as he lowered his body further and further on top of Justin's, pulling the boy's nearly nude body against his.

"Good night, my sweet angel." Brian whispered into the sleeping angel's ears.

Shortly thereafter Brian fell victim to the night. Brian fell asleep on top of Justin, his body nestled between Justin's legs, his crotch grinded into Justin's, and his head rested on Justin's heaving chest- a perfect picture of true love as two lovers entwined with one another.

However, art is very subjective- subjective to everyone's interpretation. The following morning, Kevin was shock to see the position he found his cousin- wrapped around Justin. Kevin woke up Brian without waking up Justin. He ushered his cousin to get out of the car. They had a very important talk that could not wait a second longer.

"What the hell happened last night?" Kevin asked his cousin. "How many times do I need to tell you to stay away from that boy?"

"I know, I know. I can't have him. I can't love him. The closer I get to him, the more danger I put him in. I'm sorry. Kevin, I'm sorry." Brian began to cry into Kevin's chest.

Kevin lifted Brian's chin so that they could look at each other. "Brian, I wasn't concerned about Justin. I was talking about you. I know that it's hard for you to resist the temptation, considering that temptation is only a few feet away in a pair of ripped boxer-briefs, but you can't let your emotions get the best of you. You have to be strong. Justin, as innocent as he is, is very dangerous. He's probably just looking for someone else to play the mothering role. If it weren't you, it would be someone else. He constantly needs someone to protect him and reassure him that everything is okay. Don't mistaken that as love. You will only end up getting hurt."

"I know. I know." Brian repeated.

Kevin drove back onto the road as Justin continued to sleep uncomfortably in the back seat. They drove for several miles before the Kevin's phone rang again. Kevin exited off the highway and entered a small town with a population less than 1/10th of Orlando. Kevin entered the gas station and turned off the car.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked.

"One- answer my phone call and two, get some breakfast. I don't know about you, but I haven't eaten in days. Now, are you coming? It's my treat." Kevin said.

"But-" Brian looked over his shoulder to the back seat where Justin was still sleeping soundly.

"He'll be okay. We won't take too long. Now, come on."

Kevin got out of his car and walked toward the only café in sight. Brian quickly got out of the car and locked the doors behind him. He ran up to Kevin and they both entered the café, sitting down at the counter.

"Two of your best breakfast plates. And make it quick. We're on a tight schedule." Kevin told the waitress who couldn't hide her smile to herself.

"Sure." She said, leaving them to the kitchen.

"I'm going to take this call." Kevin said, turning away from Brian.

"Hello." Kevin said.

"Kevin." The quiet voice appeared on the receiver.

"JC. How's it going, hon?"

"Even worse today." JC swallowed his cries. "They found Justin's clothes in some abandoned building in New York. I'm really afraid for his well-being. What kind of monster would do that to someone as sweet and gentle as Justin? Tell me, Kevin."

"JC, I am sure he's fine."

"You keep saying that, but every minute he's not here, he's somewhere else."

"Shh...trust me on this. He's fine. Would I ever lie to you?"

"No." JC said.

"Get off the fuckin' phone, JC?!" Chris hollered from across the room.

"Kevin, I have to go now." JC said. "Bye."

"Bye."

Kevin turned off his phone and turned to find Brian lost in his trance. His breakfast left untouched. Kevin waved his hand before Brian's eyes to bring him back to the reality at hand and began to eat.

"I can't eat, Kevin. Let's just go now." Brian said, getting off the stool.

"Sit down, Brian and stop acting like a baby. You're 25 now, start acting like a man. Whether you eat or not, I'm glued here to my seat until I finish my breakfast. You might as well eat something." Kevin said.

Brian sat back down and began to eat his breakfast. Within minutes, his plate was completely empty, having shoved his eggs and bacon down his throat to satisfy his cousin. He ordered a breakfast of eggs, a bran muffin, and of course, milk, for Justin. Kevin paid for all three orders, knowing that Brian would continue to mope around if Justin was not fed properly. Kevin finished his last bite and stared at Brian, who couldn't sit still on the stool with a bag hanging off his hand.

"Jeez, control your horny self. He'll be still be there. I have handcuffed to the car, remember?" Kevin said, chuckling as did Brian.

They exited the café and were surprised to find their car missing or a better description, hidden. Apparently, no small town was small enough to live in oblivion. A large crowd of fans, mostly young teenage girls had surrounded the car. Kevin could see his car rocked a little as the teenage girls attempted to take apart his car. He rushed to the aid of his car. A much older fan had a large boulder in her hand, ready to smash his window, when Kevin stopped her, knocking the boulder out of her hand.

"Have you no respect?! I paid $30, 000 for this car. This isn't a circus. Now get out of my face." Kevin yelled at the girl.

Expecting to see some tears shedding soon, Kevin was feeling guilty when the girl jumped into his arms, pulling onto his neck.

"Oh my God! You're Kevin Richardson of the Backstreet Boys."

"And you're Brian Littrell!" Another yelled.

"This is a dream come true. Inside the car is Justin Timberlake and now Kevin Richardson and Brian Littrell!" Yet another screamed to high decibel.

Brian and Kevin exchanged glances and counted in their mind. 1, 2, 3...

"Look, it's Nick Carter!" They shrieked at the top of lungs.

Immediately at the sheer mentioning of Nick's name, all eyes turned away and Brian and Kevin rushed inside, speeding off to their destination, LA.

"Looks like Nick still has his fans." Kevin said.

"Should we tell him about this?" Brian asked.

They paused for a second to contemplate. They turned to face each other and simultaneously shook their heads as they broke out in fit of laughter. Brian suddenly stopped laughing when he realized Justin had been very quiet in the back seat. He looked down and found take-out breakfast he had ordered. He looked at Kevin and Kevin nodded his approval.

Brian crawled back to the back seat and sat next to Justin.

"I bought you some breakfast. Just eggs and milk, but it's something." Brian said, handing Justin a fork and opening up the case.

Using only his right hand, Justin tried to feed himself, but failed miserably as the eggs fell before they even reached his lips.

"Here, let me help you." Brian said, taking the fork away.

Brian dug the fork into the eggs and began to feed Justin small bits of eggs at a time. He smiled as Justin ate his breakfast without smiling. Justin just stared at Brian as he fed him. Brian noticed Justin's lack of enthusiasm and remembered that Justin was cranky every morning if he hadn't eaten his cereal. Brian dumped the remaining eggs and retrieved the muffin from the bag. He tore the muffin into several bite size pieces and poured the milk over the muffin. Justin saw Brian's efforts and smiled slightly as Brian brought a spoon forward to his lips. Justin opened his mouth and let the spoon enter his mouth. He enjoyed the second breakfast much more. Brian continued feeding Justin.

With only a few more muffin pieces floating in the milk, Brian scooped up the rest and delivered it to Justin's mouth, only to have it spilled out of his mouth. The white substance spilled out of Justin's mouth, leaving behind residues down his neck, over his left nipple, only to curve inward down his "happy trail" and disappeared into his boxer-briefs. Brian had to bite down his lips to prevent his moans from releasing. He wanted more than anything else to lick Justin's sculpted body cleaned of milk residues. However, he knew very well after catching his cousin's disapproving stare that that it would not be the best thing to do. But a napkin is just fine. Brian wet the napkin by licking it, while keeping his eyes locked on Justin's eyes. Brian placed the napkin at the corner of Justin's lips and dragged it down his neck, over his pectoralis and nipple, massaging Justin's nipple under the thin sheet. He left Justin's nipple and traced the napkin over the residues, feeling every ripple of Justin's sculpted body. Brian's finger found Justin's navel and pressed inside to clean the belly button. He moved downward along Justin's "happy trail" and was inches away from entering one of most desired places in the world, inside Justin Timberlake's boxers, when Kevin suddenly stopped the car.

Kevin got out of the car as if to check on the tires. When Brian joined him, he focused his attention on his cousin.

"If I see you fucking with him one more, I'll take care of him myself." Kevin threatened his cousin and then got into the car.

They drove for several hours of silence. Kevin kept looking at his cousin, who remained silent and withdrawn. Justin soon drifted off to dreamland as he moaned softly to himself. Kevin turned down the radio for Brian to hear Justin's soft moans.

"He is kind of cute when he sleeps." Kevin said to Brian.

"I'm sorry, Kevin." Brian turned to his cousin.

"I know it wasn't entirely your fault. I mean who could resist those intense and inviting eyes of his." Kevin smiled. "Just be more careful in the future. I don't want you to rest everything on this kid."

Brian nodded as he leaned his head against the window. However, he knew it was too late for him. He had already given all his heart to this kid.

***There you have it...the another installment of "A Tale of Two Boy Bands". Wow, that was such a long chapter. I've received so many positive feedbacks thus far making me a very, very happy woman. However, people complained that my chapters are a bit too short so here's the compensation. I am almost finished with this story so unfortunately, the short chapters will remain short and the long will remain long. Again, I'd love to hear comments and feedbacks and please no hate mail. This is not a teenybopper site and I don't expect to read them either. The BSB, `N Sync, and I all appreciate your enthusiasm for this story. ThanksJ