Fandom: Backstreet Boys
Pairing: AJ McLean/ Howie Dorough
Word count : 753
Prompt: 036 "Smell"
Rating: PG-13 (AJ swears as usual and there is a hard-on present)
Author's Notes: Title taken from a Melissa Etheridge song.
Just a quick text message to a friend... " rest stop 2 miles... tell drver 2 pull off". He hopes Howie gets off his phone long enough to read his text.
He wipes his brow on the towel again... it's hot. It's so fucking hot on his bus. 1 mile, two. He wipes his sweat and gazes out the window at lights flashing by. He's at the front of the bus now, watching Howie's bus turn in ahead of them, pulling up behind the Burger King and rolling to a stop. His feet hit the pavement before Howie's door is open and he climbs the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder and a drop of sweat creeping down under his collar.
"I've gotta ride with you. My A/C is broken. I'm dying. Sweating like a pig. You got any food here or you wanna go in and get something? We better go in." He tosses the brown leather backpack onto the sofa, tipping his head slightly as a book slides partially out. He nudges it back inside and turns to Howie. "Food, D?"
Howie's on the phone. His eyes roll up, see AJ's face, and back down to the papers spread in front of him.. "Johnny, look, just do what you think is best... if the sinks look like crap, then we'll switch... but we have to keep it within budget so I woudn't go more than..." Blah blah blah.
"Howie. Howard. Howaard..." He fucking hates being ignored. "I'll get you some food."
Howie wrinkles his nose as the odor of sweat hits his senses, and jots a note about bathroom sinks. He offers AJ a nod.
His journey to Burger King takes 20 minutes as cars full of fans empty into the restaurant upon seeing him, and he poses for pictures with his bags of food, balances them against his chest as he scrawls autographs, his sweat drying on his skin and making him shiver in the coldness of the rest stop. By the time he gets back on Howie's bus, he has worked up a chill and he shivers and holds a bag out to Howie who is finally winding down his important call about bathroom fixtures.
"I got you a whopper no pickle. I held the onions too."
Howie hangs up on Johnny. "Why are you here? Didn't you shower, Aje?" he takes the bag and peers in at the food, moving his paperwork closer to him so AJ can slide into the seat opposite him. But AJ slides in next to him... his lean thigh pressed against Howie's.
AJ sighs. "AC's out on my bus, dude. I TOLD you."
"You stink." Howie wrinkles his nose and digs out his burger, unwrapping it and peeking under the bun. Perfect. He reaches in front of AJ and lifts his bun. Onions... Howie wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve.
"Yeah, I do..." AJ and Howie sit side by side, eating their food. AJ wont shut up. On and on he goes, about the show, about the crime rate in Camden, the photoshoot they did earlier that day..each onion infused breath is spent filling the space with words, words geared toward making Howie smile. Every movement of AJ's body causes the two of them to rub together in some way. Howie thinks he is starting to get it.
"Why didn't you just ride on Nicky's bus?"
AJ shrugs, and is silent. Howie sets down his whopper, and reaches over to pry AJ's own burger out of his hand. Howie pulls AJ onto his lap, his palm flat against his still-damp back. "You're cold, Alex..." He pulls AJ's head down to his level, kisses his mouth, soft lips that part instantly to let him in. Howie sweeps his tongue inside AJ's mouth... squirms as his dick rises with no where to go under AJ's weight.
Howie pulls back an inch... inhaling onion breath between his moist pink lips. "AJ, you smell bad..."
"I know... I cant help it." he wraps himself around Howie, needy, and desperate. Howie holds more tightly and struggles out of the narrow booth, across the width of the bus with AJ in his arms, the scent of onions and sweat now clinging to both of them. Howie shoves the backpack to the floor as he lowers them both to the sofa.
AJ watches it fall, chuckling softly as the slim book slips out again. Prevost Guide to Coolant Systems Howie covers him with his hot, compact body.
"I'm sorry Howie. I stink..."
