Ride of Your Life
Prompt #96: Writer's Choice

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"Oh my God. That thing is huge." Nick, 16 years old but with eyes so big that he looked all of 3 at that moment, craned his neck to gawk at the rollercoaster looming in front of them. "That loop is insane. And look over there; it almost goes vertically into the air in the beginning!"

"That is," AJ's voice wavered in awe, "my new religion."

"I'm sure your mom would love to hear you say that," Howie commented dryly. "Although," he cocked his head to the side and grinned, "it does look amazing."

Brian was silent.

"Race you!" Nick screeched and nearly tripped himself in his hurry to get there first. No one paid attention to him here. To them, he was just another kid looking for a thrill. Howie immediately set off after him, laughing wildly when Nick just barely avoided hard collision with what had to be the runner-up for America's Biggest Bodybuilder.

"Oh no you don't!" AJ hollered as he turned back to grab Brian's arm. "Come on, Rok, let's get-" He stumbled back when the arm he'd gripped didn't move with him. "What the-" He turned back and glared.

He forgot that he was annoyed when he saw Brian's face. It was the tightest he had ever seen Brian's jaw clenched, ever. He was still looking up at the rollercoaster. Without thinking, AJ immediately set a hand to Brian's shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, catching himself in the last second before he would've wrapped arms around the other man's waist.

Brian didn't protest to being touched. Apparently he didn't mind public displays today. Instead, he looked at AJ with slightly wide eyes and swallowed. "It's ... pretty big, isn't it?"

"What?" AJ frowned and looked over his shoulder. "The rollercoaster?"

Brian shifted his weight and nodded.

AJ couldn't help but grin. He was, clearly, a World Class Bastard. "Are you-?"

"Shut up," Brian said sharply.

"You are!" AJ cackled like the Outstanding Dickhead he was. "I can't believe this. What are you, 2 years old?"

"Fuck off. You know I don't like heights." Brian pushed him halfheartedly, and adjusted his baseball cap to hide the blush he was currently sporting. "I should stick some frogs in your bed and see how much of a man you'd be."

"Well," AJ was still grinning, completely unable to control himself, and leaned a little closer, "Seeing as you share a bed with me every night, I'm finding a tiny flaw in that plan."

Brian actually considered that for a moment. "I could make you bunk with Kevin."

"You wouldn't last a night without me."

Brian's smile spread slowly at that, like the sun rising in the horizon. "It'd be funny, though. You would scream like a girl."

AJ smirked and lowered his voice. "Baby, you always make me scream."

Brian finally laughed. Mission accomplished, AJ grabbed his wrist again and tugged. "Come on," he said softly.

The smile faded quickly and Brian held back. "AJ..."

AJ paused for a moment to look around. "Where's Kevin?"

Frowning, Brian replied slowly, "Over by the souvenir shops."

"Okay." AJ stepped close again and spoke in a hushed tone. "It's just that that thing is really big and I don't ride rollercoasters that often, so ... I'm gonna need someone to go with me." He made a show of looking around the crowded park. "I can't see Kevin anywhere. That leaves you."

Brian was starting to smile again. "Are you scared?"

"Terrified," AJ replied, grinning widely.

Brian's eyes roamed AJ's face with unmistakable warmth in his expression. "I could ... hold your hand. Would that help?"

"That would help a lot," AJ affirmed with a nod.

"I wanna kiss you," Brian said quietly, his voice low. AJ's stomach did an odd little flip.

"Later," he promised. "Right now, I'm taking you on the ride of your life." He grinned. "Literally."

Brian rolled his eyes, but was smiling this time as he fell in step with AJ towards the mile-long queue.

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© Mette M. 2005-2009. This story is purely fiction, meaning not true. If any actions in the story are similar to real life experiences, they are pure coincidence. All persons, excluding the Backstreet Boys and occasional real-life based characters, are made up from the author's imagination. I, Mette, do not know the Backstreet Boys, their families and friends or their management.