"Spanish Harlem" & "O Bla Dee, O Bla Da"
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Claim: Backstreet Boys: general
Title: Spanish Harlem
Author: Chandrah, Speaking in Tongues
Characters: AJ, Howie.
Prompt: 01 First Time.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: Epic.
Brief summary: An incredibly sensual and warm story about AJ helping Howie admit who he really is. The obvious way in which the characters care about each other is shown through AJ's patience and Howie's struggle to admit what he wants, and the careful exploration of new things is just brilliantly done. A long-time favorite of mine.
“This isn’t that hard, D,” A.J. whispered, caressing the creamy dark skin under his hands and lips. Smells of soap and shampoo and cologne mingled together. A.J. took a deep breath, then stepped back, leaving Howie to hug himself. Slowly, carefully, A.J. removed the rubber band that held Howie’s hair, dropping that to the ground as well. Then he buried his face in the mass of curls that spilled over bare shoulders. He didn’t hold Howie anymore, just began to run the backs of his fingers up and down both of Howie’s arms while leaning into him. His own bare chest touched Howie’s back, and he rested his cheek on his head, taking more deep breaths as he inhaled all of the scents that Howie was giving off.
“You smell good.” Now he turned his hands over and ran his fingertips over Howie’s arms and shoulders. Goose flesh rose up, and Howie hugged himself tighter, as if he was chilled. “You feel good, too. D, tell me what you want.” Gently, he reached around and took Howie’s hands, unwrapping them from his arms, opening those arms wide, until Howie gripped the drapes with shaking fingers. He continued to touch him, tracing the lines of muscles from shoulders to wrists, wrists to arm pits, and back again, over and over. Howie never answered him.
He sighed and ran the backs of his hands along the bottoms of Howie’s arms until he reached his hands. Then he twined his fingers with Howie’s, his own arms stretched wide beneath his.
“Show me,” he whispered. He placed a warm, opened mouth kiss on his shoulder, making a small circle with his tongue. “Take my hands and put them where you want them, D, I’ll do whatever you want, just show me. Tell me.”
Link to the story: Spanish Harlem, Part I and Part II
Claim: Backstreet Boys: general
Title: O Bla Dee, O Bla Da
Author: Arsenic Jade, Every Rose Has A Thorn
Characters: Howie, Brian, et al.
Prompt: 23 Time.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: Long.
Brief summary: This is an amazing story that follows Howie and Brian's relationship, from the beginning and many years ahead. It's fluffy without being suffocating, and occasionally it's absolutely tragic. A lot of ups and downs, which only makes the read that much better.
"I'd really appreciate if you could avoid using the images of Lou and sex toys within the same conversation, let alone sentence, okay?"
Howie snickered. "He's gonna get some of our money. Maybe a lot. Possibly the rights to all images created previous to the split. The rights to our songs, so that we can't make any decisions regarding their release to other groups. Honestly, though, I don't care. None of that's you. He can't take us apart. We can always start over. I think we've proven ourselves sufficiently good at struggling."
"If nothing else."
Howie threw a dirty shirt at Brian's face. "Speak for yourself."
Brian peeled the shirt off of him and chucked it back at Howie. "Do me a favor babe, okay? Join me in being a little bitter here."
"I can't."
"Howie, for crying out loud, he's been robbing you, lying to you-"
"He nearly caused the man I love to die," Howie snarled, causing Brian to back up an inch, startled. Howie took several deep breaths. "I can't talk about this because once I start I won't stop. Not until I've taken him apart, piece by piece, with my own hands and hung his intestines from the rafters of Transcon's HQ as a warning to all who would dare try and follow where he has gone. Do you understand?"
Brian nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm with." He drew his knees up on top of the washer and hugged them to himself. "Look, I don't usually find the whole Neanderthal thing very appealing, but, um. Feral's kind of good on you."
Link to the story: O Bla Dee, O Bla Da
Claim: Backstreet Boys: general
Title: Spanish Harlem
Author: Chandrah, Speaking in Tongues
Characters: AJ, Howie.
Prompt: 01 First Time.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: Epic.
Brief summary: An incredibly sensual and warm story about AJ helping Howie admit who he really is. The obvious way in which the characters care about each other is shown through AJ's patience and Howie's struggle to admit what he wants, and the careful exploration of new things is just brilliantly done. A long-time favorite of mine.
“This isn’t that hard, D,” A.J. whispered, caressing the creamy dark skin under his hands and lips. Smells of soap and shampoo and cologne mingled together. A.J. took a deep breath, then stepped back, leaving Howie to hug himself. Slowly, carefully, A.J. removed the rubber band that held Howie’s hair, dropping that to the ground as well. Then he buried his face in the mass of curls that spilled over bare shoulders. He didn’t hold Howie anymore, just began to run the backs of his fingers up and down both of Howie’s arms while leaning into him. His own bare chest touched Howie’s back, and he rested his cheek on his head, taking more deep breaths as he inhaled all of the scents that Howie was giving off.
“You smell good.” Now he turned his hands over and ran his fingertips over Howie’s arms and shoulders. Goose flesh rose up, and Howie hugged himself tighter, as if he was chilled. “You feel good, too. D, tell me what you want.” Gently, he reached around and took Howie’s hands, unwrapping them from his arms, opening those arms wide, until Howie gripped the drapes with shaking fingers. He continued to touch him, tracing the lines of muscles from shoulders to wrists, wrists to arm pits, and back again, over and over. Howie never answered him.
He sighed and ran the backs of his hands along the bottoms of Howie’s arms until he reached his hands. Then he twined his fingers with Howie’s, his own arms stretched wide beneath his.
“Show me,” he whispered. He placed a warm, opened mouth kiss on his shoulder, making a small circle with his tongue. “Take my hands and put them where you want them, D, I’ll do whatever you want, just show me. Tell me.”
Link to the story: Spanish Harlem, Part I and Part II
Claim: Backstreet Boys: general
Title: O Bla Dee, O Bla Da
Author: Arsenic Jade, Every Rose Has A Thorn
Characters: Howie, Brian, et al.
Prompt: 23 Time.
Rating: NC-17.
Length: Long.
Brief summary: This is an amazing story that follows Howie and Brian's relationship, from the beginning and many years ahead. It's fluffy without being suffocating, and occasionally it's absolutely tragic. A lot of ups and downs, which only makes the read that much better.
"I'd really appreciate if you could avoid using the images of Lou and sex toys within the same conversation, let alone sentence, okay?"
Howie snickered. "He's gonna get some of our money. Maybe a lot. Possibly the rights to all images created previous to the split. The rights to our songs, so that we can't make any decisions regarding their release to other groups. Honestly, though, I don't care. None of that's you. He can't take us apart. We can always start over. I think we've proven ourselves sufficiently good at struggling."
"If nothing else."
Howie threw a dirty shirt at Brian's face. "Speak for yourself."
Brian peeled the shirt off of him and chucked it back at Howie. "Do me a favor babe, okay? Join me in being a little bitter here."
"I can't."
"Howie, for crying out loud, he's been robbing you, lying to you-"
"He nearly caused the man I love to die," Howie snarled, causing Brian to back up an inch, startled. Howie took several deep breaths. "I can't talk about this because once I start I won't stop. Not until I've taken him apart, piece by piece, with my own hands and hung his intestines from the rafters of Transcon's HQ as a warning to all who would dare try and follow where he has gone. Do you understand?"
Brian nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm with." He drew his knees up on top of the washer and hugged them to himself. "Look, I don't usually find the whole Neanderthal thing very appealing, but, um. Feral's kind of good on you."
Link to the story: O Bla Dee, O Bla Da
