Title: Haunted Desert
Author: Jack B. Daniels
Feedback: You bet! Pour it on!
Email: jonathanbdaniels@yahoo.com
Date: October 9, 2001
Rating: NC-17 for graphic slash action and adult language.
Pairing: Howie Dorough/Nick Carter
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Disclaimer: I love the people I write about - both real people and/or characters. I mean no disrespect and intend no infringement - it's totally just for fun. If you don't like the idea, then don't read it and no one gets hurt - right? There's no financial gain here and if there were I'd gladly donate it to a worthy charity...
Summary: A.J. McLean arranges for a Halloween 'party' for his two friends...
Warnings: RPS -- Real People Slash - BSB. Kind of graphic sex in spots. Just plain hot messin' around for the most part. Maw-ha-ha-ha!
Note: In answer to the challenge to write a BSB slash fic for Halloween. (I was supposed to include: a haunted house, candy corn and jack-o'-lanterns. LOL.) Hope I win that contest!

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Haunted Desert
by Jack B. Daniels

The thing is, it seems like we never get to really celebrate occasions like Halloween. You know how it is -- we'll be on the road touring, or we'll be in the studios recording or some other such
thing. Or if we're not doing that, then one of us is tied up somewhere else. Typical bullshit. But this year we were done with the state-side tour (finally!) -- and we didn't start our tour of Japan 'til near the end of November.

Kev and Bri had gone home to their wives in California, but that was okay. Because they weren't the ones I wanted to celebrate with, anyway. Frankly, after all the crap I'd put them through this past year, those two guys needed a decent break from me, anyway. But Nick and Howie -- that was another story...

And at least the three of us were all back home in Florida. That made it a whole lot easier for us to get together and share some fun.

Hell, it's never hard to convince Nick to dress up for anything -- much less Halloween. I guess he's just half kid still. The difficult part had been getting him to let me provide his costume. He preferred to pick for himself. It took some teasing and a dare, but he finally went along. Now Howie took some special tricks. I had to find a costume that was too beautiful for him to reject -- and then convince him he was the perfect one to dress in it. Seeing as I'd had it specially made of costly silks -- and sewn with actual seed pearls -- I didn't know how he'd be able to refuse. Once he lifted that garment out of the box and held it up I could see he was hooked. Bingo.

What neither of them knew was the exact nature of the 'party' I'd arranged. Shit, I was sick to death of sitting on the sidelines and watching them play flirty games with each other. Man, I wanted to see the real thing. I wanted to finally see them doing the nasty.

I'd told them we were going to a one-of-a-kind 'haunted house.' Well, hell, that was no lie. I'd paid enough to make it special, that's for sure. Then after they got in the car I told them they had to be blindfolded, which got both of them giggling before the limo even pulled away from the curb. Nick was game, but Howie was a bit more reluctant. As usual, he was concerned with messing his hair. After I assured him he'd have a chance to 'fix it' when we arrived at our destination, he finally submitted.

Me, I sat back and chuckled to myself as I watched them sitting there -- knowing that the voluminous coats I'd provided were hiding the specially made costumes. The idea here was to keep them from seeing each other until just the right moment. But I have to admit I was
equally excited by wondering how they must look. Damn, I couldn't wait to get them inside that house!

"A.J., how much farther?" Howie asked me, his fingers trailing close to the blindfold.

I knocked his hand away and laughed. "Hey, this is gonna be a blast, guy. Just hold on. We're almost there."

I was chomping from the bag of candy corn I'd brought along and getting quite into the Halloween mood. Ever since rehab for my alcohol and drug addictions, I'd gained one powerful sweet tooth. I just slipped that big old bag of orange and yellow candies into one
pocket of my coat -- right where it would be handy. On the seat next to me was a powerful flashlight.

We just drove along and I played, "Backstreet's Back," to get us in the proper mood. Time passed and the guys were quiet. Maybe they were nervous -- or maybe just excited. Who knows? Me, I just kept eating that candy corn and trying not to laugh.

Finally the car paused, and I heard the driver get out. There was a loud screech of rusty metal and a clang as heavy gates were opened to omit us. The driver climbed back in long enough to drive the car through these, then he stopped and went out to close the gates behind us. Even I had to shiver a bit at the sound of those gates closing. Shit.

"What the heck was that?" Nick asked.

"Hey, no questions!" I answered him, giving him a small shove for good measure. "We're just heading inside the grounds. Up to the haunted house."

"This had better be legal, A.J.," Howie admonished me. "If you get us into any trouble, I swear-"

"Quit worrying!" I cut him off. "This is supposed to be fun, guys. Jeez. You'd think I was out to murder you or something."

The limo began to slowly climb the inclined gravel drive. I knew it was dark and lined with trees, so the driver was taking his time and moving with care. The driveway undulated back and forth in a snaking pattern. It was long -- the old house had been set quite a ways back from the road.

Finally I could see the two gleaming jack-o'-lanterns I'd left by the large front staircase to mark the house. They were the only spots of brightness besides our headlights -- that and the full moon gleaming over us in the inky sky. Even the stars seemed dim tonight, hidden by one of those light wispy fogs that creeps in from high above before settling in a bulky and ominous blanket of white on the ground.

The windows of the old manse had these large shutters which had all been fastened shut -- probably decades ago. It made it extremely dark inside -- as I had good cause to know, having spent several hours personally overseeing the preparations for my little 'party.'

"You can take off the blindfolds now guys," I told Howie and Nick. Then I climbed from the limo and walked around beside the drivers window. I waited until the guys had climbed out, then I nodded at him and he pulled away as we'd planned.

"Where's he going?" Nick asked, and his voice was just barely trembling. I figured the ambience was working rather nicely. Spooky, I had to admit, watching those creepy jack-o'-lanterns flickering by the staircase. I laughed.

"He'll be back to pick us up. Don't worry about it."

"Where's the party, A.J.?" Howie asked. His tone was both deliberate and annoyed.

"Inside, Howie. And quit acting so pissed. Give me a chance here, will ya?"

I had the flashlight in my hand and I switched it on. They both followed me up the wide stone staircase to the huge doors above. Then I pulled this giant iron key out of my pants pocket -- it was real ornate and all -- and unlocked one of the big double-doors.

I swung it open and gestured them inside. They went cautiously, with me following, still chomping my candy corn.

Finally I closed the door behind me, and slid the bolt home. I didn't use the key, figuring it would be easier to get out this way. Maw-ha-ha-ha!

The huge entry was lit with two large standing candelabras, those kind that look like a 'candle staircase.' I'd even found some black candles -- for effect, you know? It was very cool. All those candles did shed quite a bit of light -- and the flickering made very cool, ghostly shadows all around. I had to take a few seconds just to admire my handiwork.

"Okay, Howie, in here. You can take off your coat and fix your outfit there," I said, gesturing toward a door on my left. "Nick, you can do the same in there," I added, gesturing to a door on my right.

They both hesitated a moment, then entered through the open doors.

"Close the doors behind you, guys, will ya?" I asked nicely. I was really enjoying myself now.

The two doors slowly clicked shut, and I walked over quickly to each and hooked the latch to hold them in. I was feeling pretty proud of myself.

I moved along pointing the strong beam of the flashlight as I walked down the worn carpet past rows of faded oil portraits on the papered walls. Finally I reached the arched entrance to the Great Hall.

Once inside, I found everything was just as I'd left it. The people I'd hired (all current or former roadies -- guys and girls I knew really well, and could trust) were already in place and in costume. Perfect!

I went swiftly back to find Nick pounding on the inside of his door. I unlatched it and went in. He was slightly pale and obviously both scared and pissed.

"What's the idea, A.J.?"

"Cool it. I was just checking on the party arrangements, dude. I didn't want you to wander off. Shit, you haven't put on your headdress, yet. Let me help you."

There was a huge old mirror beautifully trimmed in gold hanging from one wall. I'd had this carefully cleaned -- so Nick could use it to get ready tonight. I'm guessing this small room must have been used like some kind of dressing area way back when -- maybe for arriving guests who to remove their cloaks and straighten their apparel before meeting their hosts.

It had definitely served as a cloak room, as there were tons of fancy curving iron hooks along the wall of the narrow room There was also a long padded bench. Maybe people used to sit here and change their shoes or something. That mirror was both tall and wide enough for two people to view themselves at once. Pretty cool, really.

I'd had candles placed in the wall scones and lit -- and Nick's headgear was hanging conveniently from one of the hooks. Well, at least he'd taken off his coat. He looked perfect in the long flowing robes of his costume.

"I wasn't sure how to do it," Nick said, sounding in better humor. It was a good thing Howie was far enough away from him inside the twin room on the opposite side of the wide hall -- I was sure he hadn't been able to hear Nick's frantic pounding. I mean, there was no point in getting them both upset from the get-go.

I quickly helped Nick to put on the final part of his costume. I noticed he was wearing tennis shoes, but remembered that one of the roadies had his costume footwear inside the Great Hall. Well, he was as ready as he could be at this point.

"Come on, Nick," I urged him. "Hurry up!"

I pointed the beam of the flashlight in front of us as I drug him by the hand to the huge room. Inside the high ceiling room I'd arranged for a colorful and ornate tent to be erected. It was large enough for a tall man to enter without stooping. Nick was obviously amazed by the studio props of a desert placed all around inside the room -- he stood there just staring. Hell, I even had this decent dummy of a camel!

"Get in the tent and wait! One of your 'followers' will help make you comfortable," I ordered, shoving Nick forward.

Nick righted himself and walked toward the tent while I dashed back to where Howie was waiting.

Fortunately, I'd left Howie with combs, brushes and even some ointments. He was happily playing with these, and I have to admit he took my breath away when I entered the room.

Howie's dark skin and coloring lent perfectly to the look I'd been going for. He was beautifully draped in silks that displayed his muscular arms and the hair of his upper chest. The seed pearls carefully scattered in ornate patterns around the various garments were glossy and glowing. His head was bare and his hair was a perfect frame for his expressive face. Whew.

"Take off your shoes," I instructed. It was finally time for me to lose my own coat. I did so quickly and reached in a pocket for the hood I was to wear.

"A.J.! Good God," Howie said, as he saw my leather and satin outfit.

"Take off your shoes, slave," I ordered. This time I let my voice go even deeper than usual -- and I said the words with authority. Howie sat and quickly removed his shoes. His face wasn't fearful, though. It was plainly excited. I guess he had a good idea of the game, now.

I grabbed one of Howie's wrists and fastened it with the soft fur cuff that was attached to a golden chain leash. Then I reached in the other pocket of my coat for my bag of candy. Finally I moved forward, hoping he'd know enough to follow me. He did. When we entered the Great Hall of the mansion, Howie gasped loudly. I heard him whisper softly, "Perfect."

I had to give myself an imaginary pat on the back. It looked like this was going to work after all. I walked forward and grandly saluted the 'guard' who now stood just outside the entrance to the royal tent. He saluted me back and held the flap open for us. I jerked the chain and moved inside, Howie in tow.

On one side of the huge tent there was a large 'bed' made up of various multi-colored satin pillows. Beside it was a low divan. Stretched on the divan was Nick Carter -- in his sheik outfit -- a few tuffs of his blonde hair barely peeking out from under his headdress.

"I've brought you the slave, my Lord," I said, bowing.

"Come here," Nick commanded, sitting up and looking directly at Howie D.

I unfastened the cuff and withdrew. I moved directly across from them and settled in a comfortable chair, where I could watch everything. I was now officially an audience of one. I hoped they wouldn't let me down...

Howie was perfect. He moved gracefully forward, taking almost mincing steps as he slowly approached Nick. Nick gently patted the spot next to him.

Howie drew close and went down on one knee, letting his head fall artistically forward. It was classic. I chomped more candy corn and wished I could applaud -- but I didn't want to distract them or destroy the mood.

"Come here," Nick prompted, again patting the spot beside him. Howie rose and went to him. I have to admit I was proud of Howie. He managed to do it without tripping or anything. If you know Howie, you know he can be something of a klutz. I can't tell you how many times he ends up tripping on stage -- or falling right off. Jeez. You'd think a small guy like him would be more graceful. Whatever.

Something on Nick's face told me this wasn't their usual role with one another. That didn't surprise me one bit. I'd figured ages ago that Howie had become pretty protective toward Nick. He always called him, 'Nicky' -- and acted like the guy belonged to him.

Besides, in spite of what people think, Howie has a really dom side to him. Yeah, he's small and really pretty and goes for men. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have some really masculine charms.

And just because Nick's a big guy and all, doesn't mean he isn't that sweet shy kid he always was. Nick really prefers to have somebody telling him what to do. He's used to it, you know? Somebody is always telling him exactly what to say and how to behave...

One of the girls I'd told to dress up in harem-type gear came over and brought this big tray of finger-foods. She placed it on this low stool by the divan and then split pretty fast. I don't think she was all that comfortable dressed like that. Hell, our dancers wear less clothes like that and move all over the stage in front of thousands of people. But roadies are a different breed. They're not into showboating.

Howie immediately plucked some grapes and began feeding them to Nick. This was very cool to watch. Nick's face was just beaming. Really lit up. And Howie was smiling and staring right into Nick's blue eyes. And talk about eyes! That Howie has the biggest, roundest most beautiful brown doe eyes you'd ever care to see. And thick dark lashes framing them just so.

Nick picked up a cube of cheese and popped it between Howie's lips and just watched as Howie chewed and swallowed it. I have to admit that by now I had a boner so big I was glad the pants of my outfit weren't some snug leather. Those satin bloomer were roomy -- and good thing, too.

There was only one other guy inside the room -- and he looked over at me, waiting for instructions. I nodded at him and he approached Nick.

"Shall I depart my Lord?" he asked, managing not to sound too phony.

Nick nodded at the man and the roadie quickly left. Now it was just the guys and me.

The tent was comfortable inside -- warm, but not too warm. Even so, I found the leather jacket of my costume kind of restrictive, so I unfastened and slid out of it. I didn't mind being bare-chested. It was warm enough. There was this prop fire -- I guess it used propane or something -- toward the middle of the tent. It was throwing off plenty of heat and some decent light. I wanted to be able to see what was going on, after all.

Nick and Howie were still feeding each other and giggling like mad. In spite of my erection, I managed to get up and take them a silver flagon -- and to even pour some wine into their two cups.

Actually the wine was 'cut' with water -- the way they used to in ancient days, I guess. I'd had one of the guys make a sort of wine punch -- mixing wine and water and citrus fruits. I have to admit it smelled pretty good. Damn, it was time for me to go back and eat more candy and forget about that heady smell...

Nick drank carefully from one of the silver goblets. I guess he didn't want to get wine on his costume. Howie lifted the other cup and drank thirstily. Then they both put the wine aside and began to kiss. Now this was really getting hot. I put down my candy corn and opened the front of my satin pants and reached through my boxers to pull out my dick.

Across from me I could see Nick and Howie still kissing like mad. They'd stop playing dueling tongues for awhile, then go back to those bruising kisses. It was wild to watch. Howie was the one who took Nick's hand to guide him to the pillow bed. They stretched out together side-by-side and began to neck in earnest. Howie was nibbling Nick's neck and Nick was moaning loudly.

Shit! That was a sound I'd gotten to know pretty damned well in recent months while I shared a suite with Howie. It seemed like I'd come out of my adjoining bedroom for some reason to retrieve something I'd left in the big suite room, and then I'd hear all this noise coming from Howie's bedroom. The two of them could sure make some hot sounds when they were going at it.

Howie's hands were pulling Nick's robes open and reaching inside his loose silk shirt. I could see Howie's hand stroking Nick's flesh -- and watched Nick's face flush and his breathing turn into panting.

"You like that, Nicky?" Howie asked, turning his head and tossing me this triumphant look. Jeez, Howie was totally getting off on showing me how he could manage Nick. It was a real kick.

Nick made some affirmative noise between moans and Howie lowered his mouth over Nick's chest. I couldn't see all that clearly, but I'd guess he was sucking on Nick's nipples. Nick gave a jolt and looked like he'd been struck by lightening. I could imagine what that tongue must feel like.

Nick was struggling a little in that robe. I think his arms were caught up in the sleeves. Howie laughed in that breathy way and whispered something to Nick that seemed to calm him. Then Howie pulled back and helped Nick take the robe completely off. Howie began to yank at Nick's shirt until he'd stripped it off, as well. Now Nick was clad in these flowing loose pants and cool boots. You could see his tattoos standing out on his pale skin. He'd lost some weight during the tour, and his body was looking pretty fit. It was a nice sight to see, I'll tell you that.

As for Howie, he'd slipped out of his own shirt and was now topless, too. Man, his abdominals, pecs and that ripped back were a sight for sore eyes! He's pretty serious about his workouts, and he was looking mighty buff. Nick's hands were all over Howie's chest and those muscled arms. But I figure that was nothing new for Nick. I think he'd been getting to feel Howie up quite a bit during this tour.

So now they're both groping and touching and using their mouths on each other. Lips here and tongues there. Even a flash of Howie's white teeth, nipping at Nick's hard nipple. It's pretty good stuff to see. Me, I'm working away, but slow like. Want to hold off and enjoy the show. Not get too wrapped up in my own pleasure just yet.

Then Howie stands and moves to that tray of food, and when he sinks back down beside Nick he has a hand filled with strawberries. He crushes these on Nick's chest and belly and just gets down there and starts to eat them off Nick. Man, I'm watching Howie's lips stained red as he laps and chews and listening to Nick's loud moaning turning louder.

After he finishes his little meal, Howie stands up in the middle of all those pillows and does that little hip wiggle dance of his and shimmies out of his pants. I wasn't too surprised to see he didn't bother with underwear. Nick's staring up at that creamy brown body of Howie's and his face is full of hunger. But it's not for strawberries, man. No sir.

So I can hear Howie encouraging Nick to take off his boots. He's practically yanking them off Nick's big feet. Then off come the pants and Nick's boxers and then they're both buck naked and slamming their bodies together. It's a real frenzy over there.

I admit, I was pulling pretty hard on my dick while I watched this. I think I was doing some heavy panting and moaning too, because at one point Howie shot me a look and a big grin. I guess he was reminding me that he knew I was watching. I almost expected him to wink, like he used to all the time.

Then they shifted around until Howie was over Nick and was pressing his face down. He was swallowing that bright red dick, stretching his mouth so wide it looked impossibly taut. Nick groaned and then he shifted until his head was propped up by pillows. He reached up one of his big paws and guided Howie's dick into his own mouth. Man, if you ever heard that sixty-nine is my lucky number, let me tell you exactly why -- it sure was lucky for me right then. Ha.

I could see they'd done this before, no doubt about it. Neither one of them was spending even a second getting their bearings. It was full steam ahead. Howie obviously had some technique all his own that involved honking down on the head and part of the shaft of Nick's
dick, then pulling back and using his tongue and teeth. It looked merciless to me. I could see that tongue rubbing the underside of Nick's dick and then playing carefully in his slit. I could almost feel it. Wow.

My hand was now going like a house afire on my own dick. I wasn't going to last long at this rate!

Nick just kept swallowing Howie and then pumping his head back and forth. I could see the suction in the way his cheeks were working. He didn't have any finesse, but from the expression on Howie's face I'd say Nick was managing the job just fine.

I'd like to say I knew the exact minute both of them came, but at some point I got a little overcome with my own orgasm. So I think I might have missed a second or two of the action. Needless-to-say, within minutes we'd all blown -- but good. I got scum all over my damned costume, but it looked like Howie and Nick had managed to swallow most of the cream they'd spewed.

Actually, Nick was happily lapping up droplets from Howie's balls and legs. He looked just like a kitten after the cream -- all dreamy-eyed and smiling. Howie shifted around until he landed in Nick's arms. They were such a terrific sight. I got up and walked over, not bothering to tuck myself away.

"Like this party, guys?" I asked, grinning.

Howie tossed his hair and smiled up at me. "Yeah. How about you?"

"Pretty damned fine," I answered, falling down beside them.

Well, that party went on all night long. And you'll have to use your imagination as to what happened next -- because I'm not telling. But let's just say we had a great time. And it really didn't involve a haunted house, candy corn or jack-o'-lanterns. Oh well.

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