Kicking the door open with my foot, I walked into the house carrying too many shopping bags, as usual. “Hey, anybody wanna help me with these?” I asked, struggling to shut
the door behind me.

     Getting no response, I dropped my bags and walked into the living room to find Alex on the couch, taking an afternoon catnap. He’s so beautiful. My lips ached to kiss him…my body yearned to hold him against me. In fact, I had been feeling this way for quite some time and in the past few years of knowing him; I was never given the chance to act upon my desires…

     I first met the Backstreet Boys in 2001 when I was chosen to be Alex’s dancing partner for the Black & Blue Tour. My attraction to him was instant and within days, I wished him to be mine. And although I sensed that Alex felt the same way (he did…in fact, still does) nothing could be done then because he was engaged, and nothing can be done at this moment because I belong to another Backstreet Boy… How did this happen? You may wonder, but it’s very simple, actually.
 
     Since my growing and close friendship with my dance partner could not be more than anything such, I found myself in the arms of a man who cared for me just as much as I cared for his best friend. In the arms of a man who I knew would take care of me the way his friend couldn’t. This man was Nick Carter; and although I didn’t love him at first, I did eventually. And he was okay with it because he loved me, but he [also] knew I loved Alex. And still, as I stared at the man on my couch, I knew that I could never feel that way for my boyfriend. Sure, I love Nick, but it just wasn’t the same…and the worst part is Nick knows that all too well. And on top of all that, Alex had been living with us for the last four months because he was remodeling his home.

     Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist, shaking me from my trance.

     “Hi baby,” Nick purred in my ear as he kissed my neck.

     “Hi,” I sighed, not taking my eyes off Alex.

     “Did you just get home?”

     “Yeah, I came in here to find you ‘cause I needed help with my bags.”

     “Mmmm.” Nick was still infatuating himself with my neck; he turned me around to face him. “Then why are you watching AJ sleep if you were looking for me?” he asked, an eyebrow rose.

     “I wasn’t watching him sleep, Nick. I told you, I walked in here looking for you and found him!” I replied.

     “God, could y’all keep it down?! Some people are tryin’ to sleep here!” A half-asleep Alex muttered.

     I walked out of the living room, ignoring them both while I tried to carry my five million bags up the stairs to the bedroom. Within seconds, I heard footsteps behind me.

     “Chanel, baby, I’m sorry okay?” Nick pleaded, following me into the bedroom.

     “Sorry for what? Making me feel stupid? What else is new, Nick? Why are you always so damn self-centered?”

     Nick pulled me to him and although I tried to fight him, he was too strong for me."Let me show you how sorry I am, baby,” he whispered, thrusting his hips against mine.

     “Nick…Alex is down---”

     His lips cut me off and the next thing I knew, my clothes were coming off piece by piece along with his.

***

     I ran up the stairs to check and see if she was okay; Nick always knew what to say to piss her off. As I came closer to the top of the stairs, I heard noises. I couldn’t make it out at first, but I soon realized it was moaning: Nick was fucking her.
Suddenly, I heard a loud ‘thud’ and she screamed his name.  The fact that he was giving the woman I loved such pleasure made me sick. I quickly ran back down the stairs cursing myself along the way.

     “God damn it, McLean!” I mumbled to myself. “If you weren’t such an ass, she’d be screaming your name!”

     I walked into the kitchen, scribbled a note on a piece of paper, and taped it on the fridge as I grabbed my car keys. 
 
     Sorry, man…

     I placed the key into the ignition of my Mercedes.

     But Chanel won’t be yours for much longer…she doesn’t love you.

***

     Nick shoved me against the wall hard. He pushed himself deeper inside me; his thrusts were long, deep strokes. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist as my hips
rocked to meet his rhythm. Our lips caught themselves in a heated, passionate kiss as Nick fondled with my left breast, tugging at the nipple.

     “Oh, God, Nick…” I moaned, breaking the kiss and biting his neck softly. I thrusted myself against him wanting more of what he had to offer. Nick moved down my body until his fingers found the throbbing flesh between my legs; he grazed it with his thumb and I buried my head deeper into his shoulder.

     “Fuck…baby, I love you so much,” Nick whispered.

     He brought his lips to my chest and sucked my nipples like a starving newborn until they were soar; his fingers never left my center and as my walls contracted around him, I felt him pull out.

     “Nicky, please!” I begged.
     
     “Please what?”

     His voice was raspy; his ocean blue eyes full of lust and passion. I kissed him hard, my tongue slowly parting his lips. I took his bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it softly
as his fingers continued to work their magic on me.

     Nick moaned into my mouth, “Say it…tell me what you want.” He knew he was driving me insane; I came closer to my desperately needed release with every stroke of his long, skilled fingers.

     “Damn it, Nickolas! Don’t tease me…I need you,” I breathed.

     Nick withdrew his fingers from me and reached around my waist, supporting my lower back with his hands; the tip of him grazed my wet folds. His breathing became shallow as his cock found itself inside me once again. Nick’s lips took mine as his hips began their painfully slow torture. He throbbed within
me as my hips grinded in sync with his; our tongues continued the familiar dance…he was close.

     “Nick…you feel so damn good, honey,” I moaned, my heels dug into his ass…what an ass. My hands roamed his back, his thrusts became quicker and I felt myself slipping away when Nick’s soft lips descended themselves onto my neck knowing
the effect it would have on me.

     “Almost there…c’mon baby, just let it go,” Nick’s voice was
breaking…his deep blue pools locked with mine and that was all it took…I could feel that familiar burn build in the pit of my stomach as Nick swelled within me. Long pushes…so close…names escaped from ours lips as the wave of our orgasms washed over our united bodies…

    Nick stayed inside me until our bodies regained themselves. He carried me to the bed and pulled me to him; our limbs tangled themselves in a sweaty mess as his lips brushed against mine.
   
     “I love you, Nick,” I sighed.

***

     I stalled and avoided going back for almost two hours. I had already gone to check on my house and annoyed Howie and so that only left one more thing for me to do. So, I went to McDonald’s to pick up dinner…then, I gave myself a pep talk and drove my ass back to Nick’s. I pulled into the driveway and popped the last bite of my Quarter Pounder into my mouth. My mind was still spinning and re-playing what I had heard…

     Just be happy you didn’t see anything, Bone.

     The radio was blasting through the speakers and as if on call or something, the intro to “All I Have To Give” filled my ears, followed by the sound of…well, if you still haven’t
figured out who sings the first verse, then that’s just sad.

     Jesus…what did I do to deserve this?

     I hit the off button quickly and grabbed my keys. I sprinted up the stairs as fast as I could and ran into my room, closing the door behind me. I flicked the lights on, closed my
eyes, and took a deep breath: I couldn’t hear anything.

     Thank God!

     “So, where’s my Mack Daddy’s?”

     My eyes flew open.

     Oh, shit…