This story is not intended for anyone under 18. If this is prohibited in your state, do not read it. This is my first time writing a story of this subject, so please be gentle. I would love feedback! This story does not mean to imply anything about the sexuality of the Backstreet boys or anyone else in the story! This is purely fictional.
I am female, so the I don't have first-hand experience of male-to-male sex. I hope it turned out O.K. I gave a lot of readers what they've been asking for in this Chapter. So, without further Ado.
I hope people like this idea, once I get a little further into the story line! Send all comments to - bcsnb24@cs.com. Thanks!
This means war!
Chapter-1
It's March 21, 2000.
The setting of a teen mob scene, because Nsync's `No strings attached' album was just released. The guys were just interviewed by Carson Daly for the hit show Total Request Live on MTV. They are heading out the building towards the awaiting limo.
"Hi this is Thalia Decosta, were here with the crazy fans of Nsync. The guys are slowly making their ways to their limo."
"Man, do they have to be so loud." says a tired Joey Fatone. He and Chris Kirkpatrick had been out partying all night and was late getting up for the interview.
"Good job Chris, you actually seemed almost awake." Lance shouted at a very hung-over Chris.
"Don't start with me Lance, I'm not in the mood." He spouted holding his throbbing head. He downed his second alkaseltzer.
Lance huffed over to J.C. and Justin's conversation. He was so tired of being the responsible one. They were both older than him and they acted younger than Justin at times.
He stood directly behind them and thought about the aggravation of a new tour.
"So what's going on with you two, Jus?" J.C. looked over to his best friend.
A slow smile spread across Justin's handsome face. "I think we are finally together. I mean he kissed me and said he'd call when they got in."
"He kissed you?" J.C. asked, shock written all over his face. The last time he had talked to either of them they hated each other.
"Yeah, he came over, we fought, he kissed me and we spent the night together." Justin felt his cheeks burn at the intimate details of last week.
"You spent the night together?" J.C. screamed quietly, "how do you go from being at each others throat to spending the night together? Weren't you the one who told me there was no way you could forgive him for the way he had treated you!" He glanced around to make sure no one listening.
He spotted Lance behind them, but he seemed lost in his own world. J.C. was very worried about his band mate, he had pulled away from him in the past couple of months.
He turned his attention back to Justin. "How did things end up like this?"
"I don't know Josh, one thing just lead to another. He started to leave, but then he turned around and said he wasn't giving up on this and that he was wrong. He just came over to me and kissed me. I resisted a little, but I couldn't pull away. I've waited 3 years to have him, I wasn't going to lose him again." Justin said with determination in his voice.
J.C. laid his hand on Justin's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. " I know what this mean to you J, but are you sure?" He held his hand in place as he waited for an answer.
Justin thought for a minute. "Yeah....I am."
"Then I guess a congratulations is in order." He pulled the youth into a hug, when they let each other go, the limo pulled up.
Lance broke out of his trance and walked over to their manager, Johnny Wright.
Chris and Joey were behind the group and still hadn't made it past the swarm of fans. They trudged ahead as Lance met Johnny for the week's schedule.
Justin reached for the door handle of the white limo. "Shit, I left my wallet in the studio. I'm going to tell Lonnie, see if he can go in and get it. You go ahead Jus, I'll be right back." J.C. said as he searched through the crowd for their huge bodyguard.
"O.K. C." Justin turned back to the limo and pulled open the door. He threw his bag on the floor, as he pushed his lower body in someone grabbed him.
He held onto the door frame trying to get away from the person. He felt something cold touch his back. "Get in and shut up, before I shoot you." Said a strained voice.
Justin tried again to get out of the strangers grasp. "Help......Josh.....someone." He screamed as he felt his body being jerked into the car.
The intruder finally pulled him into the limo and the driver took off.
At the sound of the screeching tires, the fans and the four remaining band members turned to investigate. They saw Justin out the window as the limo rushed up the street.
Justin got the electric window down and screamed to the stunned crowd. "Help.....there's somebody in here." He felt a hand clamp over his mouth and the window shot back up.
Justin swung out at the stranger with all his might, he wasn't going without a fight. He struggled with the man until he felt the object at his back again.
He froze, not sure what it was. He couldn't risk pissing this guy off. He looked over at the guy who had a ski mask over his head.
"What do you want from me?" He asked with a quivering voice.
The guy just laughed slowly and deliberately.
Justin gulped as his cold hand ran along the panel looking for the handle. He found it and pulled it up with all his strength. the door didn't budge, so he tried again getting very flustered.
The guy laughed again, "It locks for the outside......beautiful." he snarled at the blonde as his hand began to stroke Justin's cheek.
Justin's heart dropped, he was now beyond scared. He pulled his head away and scooted toward the door.
"Don't be afraid baby, I only want to show you how much I love you!" He reached down and grabbed Justin's hand.
Justin snatched his hand away and looked at the hidden man. "Look, I don't know what your problem is, but there are a lot of people out looking for me by now. I wouldn't do anything to get yourself in anymore trouble than you are." He said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
The guy laughed again " What makes you think you are so important. Just because you an incredibly hot boyband member, buttercup, doesn't mean you any better than anyone else."
"I never said...............", something just hit Justin. "What did you just call me?"
" I called you buttercup, buttercup." The guy smiled over to Justin.
Justin looked over with surprise "There is only one person who calls me buttercup..............
He reached over and pulled the ski mask from the familiar face.
"........Nick!"
Well this is the first Chapter of a story I've had for a while. I had this idea, but I just hope I can put on paper how it appears in my head. All feedback would be appreciated and returned. Thanks for reading!
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