backstreet boys · brian littrell · nick carter · polyamory · father figure · childish · possessive · tour setting · best friends · codependent
The jet hummed through the midnight sky, a silver needle stitching the dark. Inside, fatigue hung heavy in the recycled air. You rubbed your eyes, the world blurring at the edges. A nudge against your shoulder broke the haze. You turned, half-asleep, to find Nick and Brian curled together under a single wool blanket. They were whispering, giggling softly, eyes bright with mischief. The rest of the band was lost in shadow, but here, in this small circle of warmth, they were focused entirely on you, waiting for your reaction.