"Hey man, don't be pushin' me. A young youth like yourself.
You're kinda cute. I'm thinkin' 'bout askin' you out."
- Justin
Timberlake to Aaron Carter at the 2001 VMAs
Heart-throb Aaron Carter
had a big fight with his brother Nick, after the Backstreet Boy heard an 'N Sync
song playing. The juvenile singer was playing a compilation CD in his bedroom
when his boyband star elder sibling heard his rival's track. Aaron says, "If I
was an 'N Sync fan he'd probably kill me. I had an 'N Sync CD once and he went
and smashed it up! He walked into my room, saw it and was like, 'What's this?' I
said, ''N Sync, but Michael Jackson's on it too.' And then he snapped it in
half. I was really sad." (WENN)
* * *
Aaron wakes up with his face
pressed into the pillow, with Nick’s fingers shoved roughly into his mouth, with
Nick’s breath hot and harsh in his ear. “So you want that little fucker
Timberlake? You want him more than you want me? You want him to take you out and
fuck you and have it be the kind of dangerous that only breaks one or two
laws?”
Aaron tries to speak, but Nick’s fingers just hook more firmly
into his jaw. “Shut the fuck up.” Nick’s grip on him eases only a little, just
so he can turn Aaron until he is looking down into Aaron’s face, straddling
Aaron’s chest. His eyes are elemental, like fire and ice. “You told me you
wanted me, and I told you that you didn’t know what the fuck you were talking
about. You’re too young, and you’re too innocent, despite what you may think to
the contrary, and you’re my brother. Certain kinds of morality may mean nothing
to us just because our lives are the way they are, but I’m not gonna turn into
one sick fuck just because you feel like getting laid at fourteen. I love you
too much to fuck you like that.”
His other hand comes down to fist in
Aaron’s hair, twisting it harshly at the roots. Aaron winces, and Nick hisses
into his ear, “But just because I won’t take you doesn’t mean that you should go
out and fuck the next cheap-ass carbon copy of me you can find. Justin
fucking Timberlake. You’re too fucking good for that, Aaron. If you want
cheap you can go fuck someone from O-Town.”
Aaron smiles a little around
Nick’s fingers, and Nick softens. “I mean it, AC. You’re too young for that shit
right now, and by the time you’re old enough, you might not want me anymore.” He
chooses to ignore the words Aaron’s muffled mouth whispers; the way Aaron’s
tongue darts out to lick hesitantly at the fingers in his mouth. “I’m not gonna
treat you like a fucking kid, Aaron, but don’t forget that that’s what you are.
You’re a little fucking kid, and I remember being your age. I wasn’t as fucked
up as you, yet, but I wasn’t stupid enough to let fucking Timberlake pick me up,
either.”
He jerks Aaron up by the hair until they’re nose to nose. “I
catch you talking to that asshole again, you won’t be able to walk for a week,
and not because you’ve been fucked too hard. You get me?” Aaron nods
frantically, and when Nick searches his eyes and finds truth, he lets go. Aaron
falls back against the pillow, gasping.
Nick leans down to kiss Aaron
once, chastely, on the lips, and Aaron returns it, just as chastely, the only
indication of abnormality his breath, still choppy and uneven. Nick climbs off
of him and fixes the blankets around Aaron’s body, tucking him in.
Nick
goes to leave and Aaron hesitantly calls out, “Nick?” His voice is a little
hoarse.
Nick turns. “Yeah?”
“What about when I’m
older?”
Nick sighs. Looks at the ground, his bare feet, his perfectly
manicured nails. “We’ll talk about this again when you’re
eighteen.”
“Fifteen,” Aaron says.
“Seventeen.”
“Sixteen,
and I never even listen to another NSYNC album again.”
Nick is silent for
a long moment, and when he looks up, his eyes glitter. Whether it’s a threat or
a promise, Aaron doesn’t know. “Done,” he says. “Now, g’night.” He leaves, and
the already pitch-black room seems even darker without him.
Aaron runs a
hand over his tingling scalp, then sucks two of those fingers into his mouth.
His other hand slips into the front of his boxers, and he lies back and thinks
only of Nick, Nick’s hands, Nick’s hot breath against his ear.
END
Thanks to Tavella for
the WENN item.