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Title: And the Winner Is...
Author:
Pairing: Nick Carter/Brandon Flowers (a la The Killers)
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment purposes. Not to be intended as truth. I make no claims on the sexualities of any of the mentioned people. The Killers did win the Best International Award at the MMVAs and the Boys did present it to them. That’s about all that’s true!
Warnings: Slash warning. Het warning. Original Character warning. AU warning.
Notes: So the MMVAs were a cause for much speculation for us. I had to throw Kalan Porter in because A) we had some major giggles that day about him and Nick and B) he was in the store the other day and I couldn’t not include him! He’s actually quite adorable when he’s not all made up. But I swear, I had such intense visuals of Nick and Brandon just from the brief second they were on stage together when they presented them with the award that I SWEAR something is going on with them. And if there isn’t, there should be because DAYUM, that would be HOTT! There is just something about Nick stumbling out of a bathroom wearing lipstick that is so erotic, especially when that lipstick is from a guy, not a girl. So yeah. It took me a little longer to write it, but here we go.

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AJ grabbed the evening’s itinerary from Kevin’s hand. Red carpet at 8:45, that much they already knew. They were one of the last groups to enter on the red carpet, Much Music had wanted optimal pandemonium. From what they had been told, girls had been camped out all day. Some since the night before. All to see them. Knowing this, Much Music thought it would be best for the band, and their ratings, if they made everyone wait for them. AJ rolled his eyes. A few years ago, Much Music couldn’t have given a damn about them, now they were buddy buddy again. It was all part of the business. His eyes roamed further down the sheet. Behind them was ... AJ looked up and grinned. He checked the name again, just to make sure. The Killers were making their appearance after Backstreet. Nick would be extremely excited. AJ’s gazed flickered to where the blonde was eating a blue jawbreaker. His lips were already painted with the candy coating.

Nick’s gaze was on Kevin, who was watching him with disdain. He knew exactly what he was doing to piss Kevin off.

Things were most definitely back to normal.

As his eyes followed further down the page he skimmed for their names. He found it again, presenting the award for the Best International Artist. It wasn’t the award itself that AJ found particularly interesting, it was the nominees. Or, one in particular. Again, The Killers. Nick would definitely be interested in that information as well. Nick had made it very clear that the Killers were his favourite band du jour, they were all the blonde talked about as of very recently. And AJ knew Nick well enough to know that it went beyond a professional admiration. Nick was hot for Brandon Flowers, the lead singer. He seemed to have a thing for pretty boys who liked to wear make-up, not that AJ disagreed, but for some reason, it was a particular kink Nick couldn’t get over.

Before AJ could say anything to Nick, Kevin broke the silence.

"So Nick?"

"Yeah?" Nick made sure to make exaggerated sucking noises on the jaw breaker, smiling at Kevin the whole time. His tongue darted out playfully and a flash of blue was visible. AJ winced. Kevin practically growled, but instead he smiled sweetly, a sure sign that he was up to something.

"Have you looked at the itinerary?"

Nick shrugged. Howie looked up from his phone conversation. Even Brian put Leighanne and Baylee on hold for a second. The hair on AJ’s arm practically stood up.

"Maybe you should," Kevin suggested casually. Nick rolled his eyes and sucked on the jawbreaker a little louder.

"Maybe you should blow me." Just for good measure, Nick made sure to adjust himself.

AJ had to suppress a giggle at the vein in Kevin’s throat that was pulsating. It was like old times, but the good, reassuring old times. And to hear Kevin and Nick’s banter meant that everything was back the way it was supposed to be. They had gone far too long without talking at all, so even if they were fighting, it meant that they cared enough to make the effort. It had taken a little longer than Howie, AJ and Brian had anticipated, especially where Kevin and Nick were concerned, but they were back on track. And the latest argument was Nick’s inability to take anything serious and Kevin’s inability to take things less seriously.

"Maybe Brandon Flowers will. That is if he wins the award we’re going to be presenting."

Nick hadn’t been expecting that answer and just the mention of the Killers’ lead singers’ name sent his body into overdrive. The jawbreaker slid down his throat just enough to make him cough and choke, his eyes growing wide with panic. Brian was across the limo in seconds, patting Nick’s back in attempts of dislodging the candy. AJ kicked Kevin sharply.

"Fucker," Nick growled when he could breathe again. The candy had flown across the limo and was laying on the floor at Howie’s feet. Nick’s throat was raw and he was still gasping to catch his breath as his life stopped flashing before his eyes. "You fucking did that on purpose."

Kevin shrugged unapologetically. Howie had seen the flash of concern on Kevin’s face though. Their eyes met and the older man blushed, refusing to show any other outward emotion. It had been enough though. Howie remained silent and Nick was still trying to soothe his irritated throat.

"If you kill him..." Brian threatened his cousin sharply before moving back to his seat and resuming his conversation with his son. They all knew that Brian didn’t need to finish that threat. What Kevin thought up would be nothing in comparison to Brian’s wrath.

Kevin rolled his eyes while Nick forcefully grabbed the itinerary from AJ’s hands. All four of his band mates saw his eyes widen in surprise. His jaw dropped slightly and an expression of nervousness covered his features while a faintly blue tongue licked his lips. He quickly collected himself and shrugged. It was too late, but still Nick tried to regain his composure.

‘So what?’ He thought to himself. They were possibly presenting the hottest man in the universe with an award. A man that wore eyeliner. Lipstick. Eye shadow. Blush. All while wearing a three piece suit and with an attitude that was surprisingly genuine. Nick had heard a lot of things about Brandon Flowers, all which he hoped were true. Nothing turned him on more than pretty boys who were complete and utter bitches.

Nick was hard instantly. Even with Kevin’s eyes focused on him intently, warning him to behave.

Nick had every intention on behaving that night, unless someone else suggested he not. Demanded he not. Nick’s mind kicked into overdrive, thoughts of Brandon ordering him to do something, anything that Kevin would disapprove of. Nick hoped to God that he hadn’t moaned out loud.

Judging from the snicker from AJ and the death glare from Kevin he had. Thankfully, they had just arrived and were waiting in the que to be released for the red carpet. Suddenly, Nick wanted to be inside, more than anything. Inside meant it was almost time to start. Inside meant that they were going to be hanging out in and around where Brandon Flowers would be. And inside meant that they might just possibly presenting The Killers with an award that night, something that would make Brandon just a little grateful for, although he personally had nothing to do with the award.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Kevin was talking leisurely with someone across the room. Nick wasn’t sure who she was, nor did he particularly care. All he needed to know was that Kevin’s attention was securely focused on something, anything that wasn’t him. His lips curled into a smile as he saw Kevin take another drink from his wine glass. That same wine glass that hadn’t been empty once since they arrived.

Nick was practically home free.

"They just went into the back room, you know, where the couches are," AJ’s voice was hot on Nick’s neck, making him shiver.

"Oh yeah?" Nick turned around to see AJ smirking at him. "Alone?"

"Pretty much. There was him and two other people, but he wasn’t really talking to them. He hasn’t really talked to anyone since they arrived."

Nick grinned, nodding his head. Just as he’d heard. Brandon Flowers was a diva. Just how he liked them. "Yeah? Good."

"Mentioned something about having to go to the bathroom. There’s one back there."

Nick didn’t need to hear anything else, he had all the information that he needed. With a wink and a nod to AJ, Nick patted him on the shoulder and took off in the direction of the back room. He had a diva to catch.

The halls were full of celebrities and celebrity wanna-bes. People who hadn’t given Nick the time of day before were suddenly stopping him to talk, wanting to know how the CD was doing and when they would be touring. Nick pasted a familiar grin on his face and wove his way through passing them by but promising they’d talk later.

Much later.

About a quarter past never.

Once he reached the back room his eyes quickly scanned the faces. Brandon was nowhere to be seen. Howie was standing by the far wall talking to someone. Nick couldn’t see who but Howie’s eyes were twinkling mischievously. His smile made Nick suspicious. Just as he was about to leave, Howie waved him over. When Nick finally made his way over, he paused, waiting for the person that Howie was talking to, to take a break.

"Excuse me Kalan," Howie said graciously. The blonde nodded and looked at Nick expectantly. "Nicky, this is Kalan Porter, Kalan, this is Nick Carter."

Kalan’s eyes widened as he looked at Nick. He blushed and extended his hand, which Nick accepted politely. Nick had no idea who Kalan Porter was, but he was awfully cute. And a guy, who Nick had previously believed was a girl. Nick took in Kalan’s pouty red lips, his flawless skin and teased hair and suddenly felt a longing in his groin. Howie’s eyes narrowed and Nick understood the warning almost instantly. Hands off. Howie had already staked his claim on this one. Had Nick not been preoccupied with Brandon, he’d have actually given Howie a run for his money with this one. But he was already spoken for for the night.

"It’s so awesome to meet you," Kalan said, slightly breathless. Having one Backstreet Boy looking at you like he wanted to eat you whole was one thing, but two? He was about to have the best night of his life.

Before Nick could announce that he had no idea who Kalan was, Howie interjected.

"He’s their Canadian Idol. For the second season anyways."

Kalan nodded, blushing just a little. "We’re not as widespread as American Idol..."

"But the talent is just as good," Howie assured him. "If not better."

Nick was about to gag at the sugar just seeping from Howie’s lips. Instead he smiled.


"Well, it’s nice to meet you Kalan. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around."

"Speaking of around," Howie needed to get rid of Nick and fast. Plus, he’d called Nick over for a reason. "You were looking for the bathroom?"

Nick’s face was a mask of confusion. He hadn’t been looking for the bathroom. He was looking for Brandon. "Uh..."

"You were, remember? Well it’s over there." Howie pointed to the door that led to the washrooms and gave Nick a pointed look.

It took Nick a few seconds to understand what Howie was trying not to say. His cock jumped and his mouth started to drool.

"You might want to hurry though."

Nick nodded. He flashed Kalin a promising smile and Howie a wink. He was off to find his man. "Thanks bro, I owe you."

It took all of Nick’s power not to run across the room and barrel into the bathroom. He managed to slide through the group of people and head inside, pleased when there was a lone person at a mirror in the far end. Nick’s pulse sped up as he noticed the object of his affection leaning towards the mirror, mouth open in a round ‘o’ shape as he applied a fresh coat of lipstick.

Nick gave a cough and headed towards the urinal. As he passed by Brandon, their eyes met in the mirror and Nick fought not to blush. Instead, he flashed the younger man a coy smirk and slowly unzipped his pants. He could feel Brandon’s eyes on him and just briefly looked over his shoulder to make sure.

Yes, he was being watched. There was curiosity and a little bit of interest in his eyes. Eyes that were generously coated with mascara, eyeliner and faint eye shadow. It hurt like a mother fuck to piss with his hard on, but Nick forced himself though it. Seconds later he was standing at the sink, right beside Brandon.

"I was told no one was to use this bathroom," Brandon said stiffly. Nick’s eyes flickered over him in what he hoped looked like boredom.

"You were using it."

"But ...I asked for a bathroom that no one else used. I wanted privacy."

Nick looked at the door and then at Brandon, his lips playing in a sexy smirk. He leaned in closer, trying to ignore his own racing heart. "Well, we’ve got privacy."

Brandon’s eyes flickered to Nick’s lips. He wasn’t stupid, he knew who Nick Carter was, and he knew who the Backstreet Boys were. What he didn’t know was why Nick Carter had followed him into this bathroom and was currently undressing him with his eyes, breath hot on his neck as he stepped closer and closer. And more importantly, he didn’t know why he was so damn hungry to have Nick Carter on his knees, wrapping those pretty, pouty lips around his cock, sucking him until he came. Preferably, down Nick’s throat.

"What are you doing?" Brandon asked, voice low and husky. He watched Nick’s eyes flicker down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes.

"Whatever you want me to," Nick answered honestly. He wanted to leave the door open for possibility.

Brandon’s hand slowly moved from where it was resting at his side to run through Nick’s hair. He tugged on the short blonde spikes, pulling them roughly. Nick’s gasp and moan echoed off of the bathroom walls. "Anything?"

"Anything," Nick repeated.

Brandon pushed down on Nick’s head, down until the blonde was on his knees. Nick’s blue eyes flickered up and Brandon raised an eyebrow. He didn’t think he’d have to explain any further, and rightfully so. Within seconds, Nick had undone the zipper of his pants and had taken his cock out, all with an expert hand. The cool air was nice on Brandon’s cock, but Nick’s mouth was nicer. As Nick’s tongue flattened and he licked the underside, Brandon reached out with his free hand to grasp the sink behind him. His hips involuntarily bucked up, forcing more of his shaft down Nick’s throat.

"All of me," Brandon growled. "Take me all in. Suck me."


Nick whimpered and opened his throat. It took two attempts to slide Brandon down the length of his throat, his nose buried in the small patch of pubic hair. His eyes fluttered shut and once Nick had taken a few deep breaths, he began to move, bobbing on Brandon’s erection. With hollowed cheeks and an eager tongue, Nick sucked, licked and feasted on Brandon’s erection, stopping only to release his shaft from his mouth and diligently lick his balls.

Brandon was close to the edge, he wanted to come. And he wanted to do it with Nick blowing him. He grabbed roughly on Nick’s hair and brought his mouth back up to the tip. Brandon held himself still as he teased Nick’s mouth with his cock, decorating his lips with strands of pre-come. Finally, it became too much and Nick surged forward, taking him down to the root. His fingers danced over Brandon’s hot, tight balls and he vaguely heard the younger man’s warning.

Seconds later, Nick was swallowing hungrily, careful not to waste any of the precious juice that Brandon was giving him. He didn’t know if he would ever be given this chance again, and so he wanted to memorize every single second of it. There was a brief moment when he wondered if he should have played this a little cooler. Not simply gotten on his knees like a groupie and practically begged for attention, any type of attention, but suggested that they meet up later, at either of their hotels and done it at least with a little bit of self respect.

The sharp tug on Nick’s hair informed him that Brandon was finished. He could get up now. On shaking legs, Nick stood up and tried to regain his balance, the tiles had been hell on his knees. It took a quick look in the mirror to see the disheveled hair, the glazed expression on his face and the come streaked on his lips for Nick’s stomach to churn. He hadn’t been expecting Brandon to lean in and bite his lower lip playfully.

"I love having pretty blonde boys on their knees for me, sucking my cock," Brandon whispered into Nick’s mouth. It took Nick off guard and he gasped. His eyes fluttered shut and he whimpered as Brandon went as far as kissing him. Deeply. Practically devouring him. It was as if he was trying to suck every last drop of his own juice off of Nick’s tongue, and all Nick could do was let Brandon ravage him.

Nick’s cock throbbed in desperation. He was sure Brandon could feel it. Before Nick could beg for his own release, a phone rang. It was Brandon’s.

"I’m on my way out. I just have to fix my lipstick." Brandon pulled away, giving Nick’s groin a teasing squeeze. As Nick watched him fix his now smudged lips, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Red lipstick everywhere. He couldn’t help but smile. He waited for Brandon to say something, surprised when he didn’t. All the younger man did was fix his lipstick, blow a kiss to himself in the mirror and walk out, without even looking back.

It was then that Nick realized he was alone. He quickly wet a paper towel and rubbed at the lipstick stains on his mouth. It wasn’t coming off as easily as he’d expected. In fact, it was making it more red. Finally, he decided it was going to have to do. He grabbed a blue ring pop from his pocket, stuck it in his mouth and headed out. No one even blinked as he resurfaced.

"Who’s the lucky girl?" Rick asked as Nick approached. AJ and Brian were talking to Rick Campinelli, one of Much Music’s VJ’s who had been there for the duration of the Boys’ North American success. They had long since become friends with the Canadian and when they were in town, often hung out.

"What are you talkin’ about dawg?" Nick asked, with a sly smile. He took a suck from his ring pop and tried to avoid AJ’s knowing smirks and Brian’s gasp of disbelief.

"Well, you got most of the lipstick off, but there’s still a bit more there," Rick pointed to the corner of Nick’s mouth and he blushed profusely.

"Fuck," Nick whispered. Seconds later Rick handed him a small towlette.

"These work miracles. They get make up off without any trouble."

Nick gratefully grabbed the wipe and headed to the nearest mirror. He saw Kevin glaring at him from across the room.

"So, who is she?" Rick asked when Nick returned.

"Oh you know, just some girl," Nick answered sheepishly.

Rick laughed and shook his head. Seconds later Kevin was at Nick’s side. Nick could feel the heat, the rage emanating from him. "What the fuck are you up to?" Kevin growled. Only Nick had heard the question.

Nick stared at Kevin, challenging him. They glared at one another, Nick defiant and Kevin controlling.


"Boys, we need you ready in ten."

They were shuttled to where their entrance was supposed to begin. They were supposed to walk through the crowd to the makeshift stage to present their award. Kevin tugged roughly on Nick’s jacket.

"You are such a little whore," Kevin growled. He had witnessed Brandon exiting the private bathroom, followed minutes later by Nick. Kevin’s stomach had churned at the smug, proud smirk on Brandon’s face, but moreso when Nick had emerged with lipstick decorated lips and glassy eyes.

"Thought you liked that about me," Nick answered back. He blew Kevin a kiss before walking to stand with AJ. His nerves were back in full effect, wondering if the Killers would win the award and if they did, if Brandon would acknowledge him.

"How was it?" AJ asked. Nick fought not to giggle as he looked at his best friend. AJ was the one that understood his crush. AJ was the one that didn’t make fun of him for it. AJ was the only one Nick knew he could trust.

"Fucking amazing." In the short period of time they had before they had to make their entrance, Nick told AJ what happened. Word by word. Blow by blow.

The walk through the crowd was a blur. People were screaming, no one could hear a word of what was being said to them.

They announced the nominees. As Mr. Brightside played, Nick got harder. He was painfully reminded that while Brandon had gotten off, he hadn’t.

"And the winner is.."

Nick was handed the envelope. He slid it open just enough to see who it was, hoping against hopes that it was ... "Awww yeah, this is my favourite band right here," he announced into the microphone. "The KILLERS..."

He exchanged a knowing smirk with AJ and winked at Kevin. Within minutes the band was right in front of them. Nick hugged the other members, holding his breath as Brandon pulled him close. Nick felt something drop into his pocket as a hand discreetly slid under his jacket to cup his ass.

"Later."

It was the briefest hint of a whisper, followed by a gentle lick of his ear. Nick wasn’t even sure he’d heard it, but as he looked at Brandon, he saw a promise in his gaze. A promise for later.

Nick bit his lip and nodded.

Later.

He didn’t allow himself to check his pocket until a little later. He was at the bar, getting a jack and coke for himself, a coke for AJ. His phone was ringing and as he dug in his pocket for it, he pulled out a room key.

His was currently in his wallet, this had to have been what was slipped into his pocket on national television. Brandon’s invitation. Nick’s body ignited with need. Desire. Lust. When he returned to AJ, he was flushed, thinking about what was going to happen later. From the key card that he had clasped in his hand, he learned that Brandon was staying in the same hotel as they were. Nick’s lips curled into a grin.


"I’m gonna head back," Nick announced. He threw back his drink. AJ knew better than to try to dissuade him.

Nick headed through the crowd towards the back exit where they had instructed their driver to wait. He would head to the hotel and send the driver back to pick up the others. A hand on his arm stopped him midway across the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Back. To the hotel."

"I’m coming with."

Nick grinned. There was still a faint blue tinge to his lips. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "You sure?"

They nodded back. The two left the party. Nick was confident he would beat Brandon back to the hotel. The Killers were the finale, Brandon hadn’t even hit the stage yet.

He watched the performance from the television in the suite. It was clearly not Brandon’s *real* suite, as when Nick entered, it was empty. Void of any signs of being used. Nick felt butterflies in his stomach at the possibility that the evening had have been planned. He refused to think that it might have continued with someone other than him. He wanted to feel special.

Less than an hour after the credits were rolling, Nick heard someone outside the door. His stomach fluttered nervously as he waited, naked on the bed. There had been a brief moment where he wondered if he should wait for Brandon to arrive, and then see where the night progressed. But seconds later he realized that he had been given the key for a reason, and the less Nick made Brandon work for it, the better. The sheets were pulled down, the lights on dim and he was sprawled out on the bed, inviting.

Brandon entered slowly, not at all surprised to see Nick Carter there, waiting for him, gloriously naked and deliciously ready. His mouth salivated at the sight of the blonde waiting for him. Brandon was fiercely hungry.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." He walked around the bed, watching Nick through judgmental eyes. He slowly removed his sunglasses, tossing them on the beside table. His jacket was next, followed by his tie.

Nick could only whimper in response.

"How do you know that this was why I brought you here?"

Nick’s hand snaked down his stomach to grab his cock. He pumped the shaft a few times as he threw his head back in pleasure. "I just knew."

Brandon raised an eyebrow. He made no move towards the bed. Instead, he sat down on a chair that was a few feet from the bed. Crossing his legs, Brandon leaned back and regarded Nick with an expression that resembled boredom. Nick’s heart raced with excitement.

They were in virtual silence, the only noise was that of Nick’s heavy breathing and the soft sound of his fist pumping his shaft eagerly. When Nick realized that Brandon was not going to come closer, he stopped.

"Who told you to stop?"

"But ..."

"Who told you to stop?" Brandon asked again, his voice stern. Nick blushed and looked down at his erection that was leaking profusely, and his hand that was still loosely wrapped around it. His gaze rose to Brandon’s face and he tried to memorize everything from the way his lips were red from the lipstick that had almost all been rubbed off, to his eyeliner which was smudged just enough to make it even sexier than it had been. Nick felt his cock twitch and he tightened his hold on it. Pleasurable tendrils of energy flowed through his body, causing him to throw his head back and whimper desperately.

"Please," Nick begged. He hated how needy he sounded, how pathetic. The look of raw hunger in Brandon’s eyes erased anything and everything from his mind. It didn’t matter that he was older than the other man. That he had been around for far longer, hell, before Brandon had probably hit fucking puberty. None of that mattered because Nick knew that right now, one of them had complete control over this situation, and it sure as hell wasn’t him.

"Did you want me to leave?" Brandon asked. His voice was sharp but he made no move to get up. Just the threat was enough to jolt Nick into action. His fist pumping his shaft slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. "I didn’t think so."

Nick closed his eyes and tried to forget everything. He tried to forget the shame that he was at the mercy of this beautiful man. That he was reduced to begging, something he vowed he would never, ever do again. One other man had the power to bring Nick to his knees, and it wasn’t something he liked to think about often. But here he was, performing for this man that until a few hours ago, had never even spoken to. And quite truthfully, might never speak to again outside of this highly expensive hotel room. For a fraction of a second, Nick felt like a whore. He started to wonder if he was.

A smile graced Nick’s lips and Brandon was curious as to what Nick was thinking about. He felt his cock spring to life in his slacks and he shifted uncomfortably. From the way Nick was writhing and moaning on the bed, it wouldn’t be long before he came, and then it would be time to move on, move on to what they both wanted.

Nick thrust into his fist, fucking it with wild abandon. He could feel a warmth pooling in his stomach and knew that his orgasm was not too far off. Through hazy eyes, he looked at Brandon, wondering if he was even paying attention. Nick hadn’t heard one sound come from the younger man. He was surprised to see the brunette watching him, barely as though he even registered what Nick was doing not five feet away from him. The cool detachment was just enough to push Nick over the edge. He let out a tortured moan as his cock exploded, shooting all over his chest. Not once did his pace on his still straining erection falter, as he continued to milk his orgasm to completion.

When he had finally collapsed onto the bed, chest and hand dirty with his seed, Brandon finally stood. He wordlessly slipped out of his dress shirt and slacks, folding them neatly over the chair he’d been sitting in. He approached the bed and stood over Nick, watching his chest rise and fall.


"Turn over."

Nick sighed and opened his eyes. "Huh?"

"I said, turn over."

Nick gasped as he noticed that Brandon was completely naked. And hard. And watching him with a gaze as hot as fire and a hunger that he hadn’t known the younger man could possess. Nick whimpered as he rolled to his stomach. His body was still a massive raw nerve. There was a slick, cool wetness parting his ass cheeks and Nick shifted to better accommodate the other man. First one finger than a second breached the ring of muscle as he was being stretched carefully. Nick thrust onto the offered fingers, showing an enthusiasm that caused for Brandon to chuckle.

"Nick Carter. You have yet to disappoint."

Nick wasn’t sure if he should be offended by that. When he felt the tongue tracing his shoulder and down his spine, he realized he didn’t really care. Not enough to make an issue of it.

The next few minutes were a blur, and Nick couldn’t remember anything except for the exquisite full feeling and the slight pain as Brandon slid deep inside of him. As slow as the younger man went, Nick wanted him to go harderfasterdeeper until all Nick knew was Brandon Flowers. He wanted every single person before him to be replaced with this memory, and knew that he would never forget this.

Very briefly he wondered if this was what the girls he fucked felt like, if they were just so awed to have Nick Carter deep inside of them, doing whatever he wanted that they just didn’t care about anything else. He’d have to remind himself to ask the next one, because it was something he was genuinely curious about. Until Brandon moved and Nick’s brain short circuited. He might have yelled a declaration of ‘love’, but Nick really hoped that had just been in his head. There was no need to completely embarrass himself, especially since he’d already done that twice by showing how fucking easy he was. He would get on his knees for anyone and spread for anyone, and he hadn’t even had to be asked.

Nick opted to erase that thought from his memory.


But then there Brandon was, gripping his hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, fucking in and out of him with wild abandon, not at all caring about the fact that Nick was hard again and his cock was in desperate need of attention. He was a vessel, Brandon’s vessel, used for ultimate gratification. Brandon didn’t care if he got off, it wasn’t about him at all. He was just the necessary means for Brandon to get off. Nick’s whole body shuddered at that thought and he felt a ripple of desire flow through him.

And then there was a sharp jab to his prostate. Nick’s hand rose from where it had been clutching the sheets below him and he took his cock in hand, jerking it sloppily. He couldn’t focus on Brandon fucking him frantically as well as jerking himself off, Nick was on sensory overload.

Sweat dripped from Brandon’s forehead to Nick’s back and he watched the beads of sweat make deliberate paths down the golden brown skin. As much as he wanted to kiss Nick’s back, to lick his tattoos, he didn’t. There was no point in messing up his makeup, what little lipstick he had left, on a spot that no one would see. When Nick left that room, he wanted him completely debauched. There was nothing hotter than second hand lipstick on the lips of a blonde, pretty boy, cock sucker, knowing that lipstick was put there by another man. Brandon almost wished he had have reapplied his lipstick before entering the room. He’d been so preoccupied with a hundred and one other things that it had slipped his mind.

Nick clenched down around Brandon, sucking him in deeper and deeper. He arched his back and thrust back, wanting to meet him stroke for stroke. He could feel Brandon’s thrusts start to pick up, they were quicker, shallow and with purpose. Brandon was almost there.

Nick squeezed the head of his cock, needing the sharp pain. That pain was followed by a quick, spank to his ass.

"Fuck I love this ass," Brandon growled, slapping Nick’s cheek again. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Good." Each word was followed by another spank. Nick came from the spanking alone. He threw his head back and roared, most likely waking up the entire floor.


Brandon followed shortly after, unable to keep his own climax under control. He tightened his grip on Nick’s hips and thrust in one final time, emptying himself deep in the condom. It was all he could to from continuing to ream Nick’s ass until they were both raw and hoarse.

Nick collapsed, Brandon simply withdrew from Nick’s body as quickly and carefully as he could. The condom was tied and dispensed of, moments later Brandon approached the bed. "Turn over."

Nick followed the instructions, laying bonelessly in the centre of the bed. He didn’t expect Brandon to climb onto the bed and straddle his waist. Their bodies were still slick with perspiration and Nick could feel the lube still between his ass cheeks, still deep inside of him. Brandon’s mouth was on his before he could register the other man moving and Nick allowed him to fully occupy his mouth, licking and sucking every single inch of him. It was as Nick wrapped his arms around the younger man’s torso that Brandon sat up and pulled away.

"Best fuck in ages," Brandon murmured, rubbing his lips against Nick’s jaw. A faint trail of lipstick followed and Brandon smiled. "You have such a hot ass. I knew you would."

Nick whimpered. Brandon’s intense brown eyes pinned him to the bed, penetrating his hazy consciousness. He was lost for an undetermined amount of time until he felt the pressure lessening on his stomach. Brandon had climbed off of the bed.

"I’m taking a shower."

Nick wondered if that was an invitation. His question was answered as Brandon approached the bathroom, walking across the room completely at ease in his naked state.

"You can let yourself out."

The sweat hadn’t even tried. Hell, neither had the come that still clung to his chest from where he’d shot while Brandon had been inside of him, fucking him ruthlessly, but so deliciously. Nick’s stomach fluttered and he fought not to react. He knew this drill. He had just always been on the other end of it.

Nick relaxed against the mattress. He was still trying to catch his breath. Seconds later the bathroom door reopened. Brandon peeked out.

"Don’t fall asleep. I expect you to be gone by the time I’m done."

Nick waited until he heard the water running before he sat up. His ass was a little sore and a lot disgusting, not to mention that he smelled of sex. Cheap, hotel sex. The smile covered his entire face. In a last minute decision, he went without the underwear and slipped his pants on. His shirt was next. Quickly, Nick made sure he had everything he’d gone in with and was standing at the bathroom door, wondering what Brandon would say if he joined him.

Before he could think too much about it, Nick exited the hotel room and blinked at the harsh, unforgiving light in the hallway. He knew exactly how it probably looked and he felt a heat rush through his body. Presently, he was on the 14th floor. His room was on the seventh. Nick prayed that the elevator was empty. He didn’t want to have to explain to anyone where he’d been and what he’d been doing.

Thankfully, he arrived at his room unnoticed. With each step from Brandon’s room, Nick felt more and more dirty. Shamed. Excited. The night was everything he had expected, and more. The key slid effortlessly through the lock and when the green light appeared, he pushed open his door. His unworn clothes were thrown immediately on the floor by his suitcase. His dirty, crumpled clothes from that evening soon followed. Nick headed directly to the bathroom to take a shower. He emerged twenty minutes later, clean and void of any evidence of his night with Brandon. It was then that he approached the bed where his lover lay and wait.

"So, was it everything you expected?"

Nick grinned and stretched languidly. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, that night was just what he’d needed. "More." Nick did not offer any more details as he slid in between the sheets, his naked body meeting that of his lover’s. He could tell that they were getting impatient, but Nick was waiting for it. He wanted them to ask.

"Well? Are you going to share?"

Nick chuckled. "I thought you didn’t want the sordid details. You said to keep you out of it, that you ..." Nick looked up into familiar green eyes and smiled. Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss. "If you were that interested, I’m sure you could have joined us Kevin. He wouldn’t have said no."

Kevin shook his head. This was something Nick had wanted to do. He hadn’t been lying when, in the limo back to the hotel hours earlier, he said that he wanted nothing to do with it. But now, after seeing the freshly fucked look on Nick’s face when he’d entered the room, and seeing the knowing smile on his lover’s face even this long afterwards, he had to admit he was curious. "Did you let him fuck you?"

Nick grinned, nodding his head slowly. Nick was a top. He barely ever bottomed. To let Brandon Flowers top him was impressive. "Yeah."

"And I’ll bet you loved it, you slut."

Nick’s smile said everything Kevin needed to know.

Almost everything.

It didn’t stop him from curling up with Nick and listening to every single detail.

Twice.

Finis


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