~ Chapter 28 ~
Brian's plans to talk to Kevin after the concert the next evening fell through. Kevin was constantly surrounded by people and Brian couldn't get a minute alone with him. When they got back to the villa, it was well past 1am and Brian was too tired to worry about Kevin.
They flew to Vienna, Austria the next day. Brian watched his cousin. He seemed to be cherry and almost back to normal. Brian decided to take Howie's advice and let sleeping dogs lie -- for now. As long as Kevin didn't freak out on them or looked stoned, he would let it go as long as he could. Only another month to go on tour. If Kevin could keep his habit under control until then, Brian would wait to get back to Orlando before talking him into getting help.
Kevin watched Brian watching him. He'd heard the conversation between Howie and Brian in Milan. He was no dummy. If they were going to spy on him, he was going to spy on them. Knowing they were onto him scared him enough to calm down on the drugs. He temporarily stopped his habit and went back to smoking joints. Even though the effect wasn't as great, he was able to maintain a non-stoned look and still feel somewhat good. There was only a month left on tour. He knew he could manage. He knew he wasn't addicted. He smiled smugly as he sat in his dressing room. 'I know that I can stop this anytime.' The question is, does he want to?
~Two weeks later, Madrid, Spain~
Shae and Nick had been drinking champagne and wine for an hour. They were both giddy and pretty drunk. "Yanno," Nick began, "sometimes being who I am has its perks."
"Meaning?" Shae asked, taking another swallow of wine.
"Meaning that I couldn't do this if I was just a regular joe. I'm under the legal drinking age."
Shae looked at him in mock horror. "That's right!" She grabbed the glass from his hand. "You're a mere lad of 19. Whattya doing drinking this? And by letting you, I am promoting teenage drinking." She slapped her own hand. "Bad Shae!"
Nick chuckled. "Aw, baby, that's ok. I won't tell anyone if you don't. Gimme my glass back." He went to grab it, but Shae pulled her hand away.
"Nuh uh. No more drinky poos for you." She downed the rest of his wine.
"Hey! Not fair." He grabbed the wine bottle from the table and tried to pour some more. Nothing came out.
Shae giggled as he pouted. "No more? Did we drink all five bottles?"
"You drank my last glass. Yanno what that means dontcha?" His eyes gleamed mischieviously.
"That I'm drunker than you?" Shae replied, cracking up at her own joke.
"It means you asked for it." Before she could react, he grabbed her waist and started tickling her.
"Nick stop, please..." Shae-Lyn squealed. He tackled her down onto the couch so he was lying practically on her.
"Say Nick Carter's the sexiest, hottest, most talented guy around and I will," Nick told her, holding her down.
"I will not lie!" Shae sputtered, laughing again.
"Lie?" His eyebrows shot up in amusement. "If you're not gonna say it, I have no choice but to resort in another tickle fest." With that, he grabbed her foot and yanked her shoe off.
"No Nick, not my feet, pleeeaaaaasssseeeeee...." she squealed as he held her foot firmly, tickling the bottom of it. She struggled to get out of his grasp, her ribs aching from laughing so hard. "N...Nick...it...it hurts...stop..." she said in between laughter and gasps.
Nick let her foot go. "Hurts?" His eyebrows dipped in concern. "I'm not trying to hurt ya."
He fell back on his heeels, kneeling in front of her. Shae sat up slowly, a grin spreading across her face as an idea popped into her head. "Yea, my ribs. They hurt from laughing so hard," she said, leaning forward slowly.
"Aw..sorry, Shae, I...." that was all he got to say. Shae lunged forward and knocked him down on his back.
She straddled him, laughing at the look on his face. "I'm afraid someone's been overpowered by a female," she said with an air.
"Whatcha gonna do to me?" Nick asked her, grinning.
"Hmmm...well...let's see...since you tortured me with tickles, I'd say and eye for an eye is fair, wouldn't you?"
"No Shae, please, don't tickle me. Anything but that!" His hands came together pleadingly.
"Anything? Ok, you choose your fate, buster."
"What choices do I have?"
Shae put finger to her cheek, pretending to be deep in thought. "Well, you have two choices. One you let me tickle you to death until you beg for mercy or two, you let me some music on while you dance for me."
Nick gaufawwed. "That's it? Dance for you? I can do that. With a slight swagger, maybe." He burped.
"I'm not done. You gotta dance and strip at the same time." The booze had made her lose all her inhibitions and shyness.
"What?" Nick squeaked. "Strip for you?"
Shae nodded. "Don't tell me you never took your clothes off for a girl, Nicky. I've seen you bring plenty of girls into your room on this tour. A different one every time. I figured if you can take your clothes off for complete strangers, you can fo it for your best friend. Don't best friends share everything?" She gave him a coy look, batting her eyeslashes.
Nick smiled. The booze made him feel good. He wasn't haven't sex as often as he was before he and Shae became inseparable. "Ok, I'll strip for you. Only cause you're my best friend and I agree, we should share everything. And only cause I'm drunk and I don't give a fuck!"
Shae laughed as she stood up. She walked over to his portable CD player.
"What song?" she asked him.
"You choose," Nick said, bopping around the room.
Shae grinned as she popped in a CD. A few seconds later, "If You Want it to be Good Girl" started playing.
"Oh, I know this song!" Nick yelled as he started gyrating his hips to the music.
Shae sat down and watched his every move. "Since you never did this one in concert, and it's one of my faves, I want a private show. With a little more sexuality to it than a BSB concert."
"You got it babe!" he sang along, dancing and removing his clothes bit by bit. When he got down to his boxers, he stopped.
"Continue," Shae urged, about to pass out from the excitement. "You're just getting to the good stuff." She noticed Nick was getting a little happy in an area south of his navel.
"Whatcha gonna do when I remove my boxers?" He gave her a knowing smirk, pure evil.
Shae gulped. "Stare?" she replied stupidly.
"Oh no. If I have to take all my clothes off, you're gonna have to gimme something in return. Like you said, best friends share everything."
"What do you want?"
"Your mouth." Nick answered truthfully. "I haven't had sex in eight days. I'm so horny. Would you suck me off and make me feel good? Eh, baby?"
Shae was too drunk to realize that this was wrong. But she did realize that she wouldn't get pleased. He would. "What about me, Nicky?"
Nick eyed her. "Aw, honey, you said that I could choose my fate. This is my choice."
If she wasn't drunk, she would probably be pissed. Nick obviously didn't want her sexually. But she already knew that. In her foggy mind, she thought the booze might loosen him up some more. 'Who cares!' she thought to herself. 'I get to suck him off. Hasn't this been what I've wanted all along?' She actually wanted more, but her mind wouldn't let her think serious thoughts tonight. "Drop those boxers and let me see what Nick Carter has to offer before I make a decision."
He smiled sexily. "You won't be sorry. I already told ya, I'm the sexiest and the hottest. I forgot to mention, the biggest." He lowered his boxers.
Shae sucked in her breath. 'Holy shit!' was all she could think.
Nick kicked them across the room and motioned her closer with his finger. "Come here baby."
Shae walked towards him, mesmerized by the lust in his eyes. She put her hands on his arms. Nick stared down into her eyes. "Maybe I oughta kiss you first."
Her heart stopped beating altogether. "Yea, maybe you should," she whispered in a voice that didn't sound like hers.
His lips touched hers hesitatingly.
"Nick, man, I need to........WHOA!!!!" Nick and Shae jumped apart quickly as Brian froze in the doorway. "Oh God, man, I'm so sorry...I didn't, I mean, you guys...God!" Brian sputtered incoherently, his face red.
Nick grabbed a towel to cover himself while Shae cowered in the corner in embarrassment. "Look, I'm going, just continue whatever you were doing," Brian said, turning to leave.
"Wait, Rok," Nick said. "It's not what it looks like. Shae and I were just playing a drinking game and I lost. Lemme get dressed and I'll come see ya."
Brian nodded. Nick was drunk. He could smell the liquor on his breath. Further inspection of the room brought his glance to the empty bottles. The hair on his neck stood up. Just what he needed. A cousin that was a drug addict and a best friend who was an alchie. He sighed. "Come see me when you've sobered up!" he said through clenched teeth.
"Oh oh he mad at me," Nick said in a little boy voice.
Shae was still reeling from getting caught by Brian. What if he told everyone? But she was also tired. Drinking made her tired. "Can we sleep here, Nick? I'm so sleepy."
He nodded. "Yea, the couch opens up into a bed."
Between the both of them, amid stumbles and laughter, they managed to pull the bed out. Shae-Lyn fell onto it and was asleep in seconds. Nick lay down beside her. His head was still numb from all the booze. He watched her face as he played with himself. Once he relieved himself and cleaned himself off, he snuggled against her back and fell asleep instantly.
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