© Kat Morgan 1999/2000

In Name Only

Chapter 11: Wedding

Kevin’s head dropped back and he tried hard to repress a moan. God, what Howie’s lips did to him. He looked down at the other man’s head as he moved his way down Kevin’s chest, suckling his nipples, then tracing the appendix scar. Howie ran his chin along the ripped muscles on Kevin’s abdomen, the bristles of his beard tickling the hard, but oh-so sensitive skin. It elicited another gasp of pleasure. He flicked his tongue into Kevin’s belly button, then twirled his tongue around the other rim. He could feel Kevin’s member getting harder and harder as it moved, reflexively, against his shoulder. The glistening drop of precum on the tip wiped across Howie’s neck and he couldn’t hold back any more. He moved down and pulled the other man into his mouth.

He had to open his mouth wide to take in all of Kevin’s size, running his tongue along the dominant vein. Kevin moved his hands through Howie’s hair, holding him in place, arching forward a bit, begging for more. The sensations of Howie’s mouth were driving him insane. Howie knew exactly what to do to turn Kevin on; something Kevin had rarely experienced with anyone else. "Maybe it takes a man to know what a man wants," he thought, then the theory fled his mind as his orgasm broke and he bucked wildly, crying out his ecstasy.

Howie sucked back all of Kevin’s juices, savouring the salty-sweet taste. He crawled back up so that he lay next to his lover. His own member was so hard it hurt, and his eyes begged Kevin for some release. But he knew he would never get the release he wanted. Whatever else, Kevin had never allowed Howie inside him. That was the one of the many things that made Howie realize that this would never last. Kevin may go down on him, and the way he moved when he was inside him, god! But never that. Kevin was heterosexual and this affair would never change that.

Kevin was recovering now, and Howie opened his mouth to say something, but Kevin plunged his tongue in, and Howie’s words turned to small gasps. He had to do something, but when he felt Kevin’s fingers enter his anus, then his member edge across his rim, he could do nothing but lose himself in the rapture.

Two weeks and counting. The Firm had finally convinced Howie and Kat to have a small press conference. They had been avoiding it, but the rapid wedding plans was causing a lot questions.

"Miss Morgan? How long have you known Howie?"

"Kat? Over here? Will you be wearing white?"

"Howie, why the rushed wedding? A little one on the way?"

The questions were coming fast and furious. Howie leaned forward to answer the questions, but Kat pushed him back lightly, shaking her head. "I’m going to have to do this something, love."

She cleared her throat, and hid her shaking hands under the table. "I’ve known Howie for almost a year. I had the extreme good luck to get to know him before I found out who he was. As I am sure he can attest, I was a little annoyed at him when I did found out," she glanced at him and he grinned.

"Hey, I told you from day one. You didn’t believe me."

"Where did you meet?"

Howie answered, picking Kat’s hand up from under the table and placing it on the table, with his still wrapped around it. "We met online, if you can believe it." He flashed the audience one of his big smiles. "Amazing what you can find on the Internet." He was rewarded with a smattering of chuckles.

"Imagine my surprise when the guy I had assumed was a Howie poser wasn’t. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I was all ready in love with him," Kat said, looking at Howie, eyes shining.

"Unfortunately?" a voice piped from the crowd.

Kat turned back to the cameras and smiled. "Well, its okay to have a crush on a famous singer, but to fall for one? It’s hard enough finding someone to love. Having one who is so far out of your usual sphere is hard."

"Good thing, this "famous singer" felt the same way about you," Howie said, kissing her quickly, ignoring the surge of camera flashes.

She touched his face lightly, smiling, "yeah."

"Kat you are older than Howie. How is that going to impact on your marriage?"

She looked at the glossy reporter who had fired out that question, frowning slightly. "It means I’ll have more candles on my birthday cake than he will."

She turned back to Howie. "You gonna trade me in for a younger model in a few years?"

"Well…" he teased, and pulled her out of her seat, onto his lap. "No way!"

He turned back to the media. "And no, there are no little Doroughs on the way. Yet."

"Then why the hurry?"

"If you had a beautiful woman like this, would you wait around?" He kissed her again, still not letting her off of his lap. "Also we have a tour schedule coming up, and that constrains us a little. We want to have a honeymoon, and I don’t think Kat wants to have to share me with four other guys and the fans we have worldwide."

"Are the other guys cute?" Kat said, batting her eyelashes innocently.

He laughed, tickled her, and kissed her again. "If you’ll excuse us, I think I have to remind my future wife to stop being so cheeky."

He stood, pulling Kat up, then posed for a few shots, engagement ring showing. He continued to cuddle her and hug her throughout, and she did the same.

Then it was over. Kat heaved a big sigh as she saw the last of the reporters shoulder their bag and head out.

"You are really good at that," Howie said confidentially in her ear, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It worked? I wasn’t sure."

"It was great. All that teasing helped."

Kat glanced over his shoulder at Kevin’s scowl. "Not totally."

Howie didn’t need to turn. "He’ll have to get used to it," he said firmly, not willing to look at the other man.

"You two are fighting more. I have ears, Howie, don’t deny it."

"Yeah. I think its run its course. Lose a lover, gain a wife. Lucky me." He struggled to keep the pain out of his voice.

"Damn him. He has no right to hurt you," Kat replied angrily, hugging him.

"I gave him the right," Howie said sadly.

"Hey! Lovebirds! Stop it. There are no cameras around!"

Kat chuckled. "Shut up, AJ. You’re just jealous."

"Damn right. How’d Howie manage to find someone as fine as you? I have got to spend more time on the Internet."

"You’re jealous of Howie?" Kat said with a smirk. "I thought you were jealous of me. Getting to snuggle with this gorgeous man." She turned and gave Howie another peck on the cheek, before moving away.

"Sorry, babe. He’s not my type. So when are you gonna dump him for me? I am the better man, you know."

"That’s Best man, Bone," Howie laughed.

"There’s a difference?"

"Leave them alone Bone," Brian laughed. He gave Kat a hug. "That was fantastic. You even had Kevin convinced for a few moments there," he whispered quickly in her ear.

"Somehow I doubt that."

"You couldn’t see his face. I could. He couldn’t take his eyes of the two of you."

"Brian, they are about to end. I don’t know what to do. Howie is desolate."

"Well, I can’t deny that I am not happy to hear it. But if you need someone’s shoulder to cry on, you’ve got it. Howie’s gonna be crying on yours; you’ll need some help too."

"Thanks."

"Brilliant performance, Kat."

She turned to Kevin, hoping he hadn’t heard anything she and Brian had been whispering about. "Thank you, Kevin."

"I wonder who really bought it?" he mused cruelly.

She glanced around; making sure no one else was nearby. "For your sake, I hope everyone did. Its your ass I’m covering as much as Howie’s."

He jerked back at the acid in her tone. "So here’s where it finally comes out. What kind of blackmail am I going to get, Kat?"

"Only one. Stay away from me, Kevin. Accept this and support it with a smile on your face, I don’t care how false it is. And don’t you ever hurt Howie again."

"That’s three things," he bit back.

"Wow! You can count. I thought you may have missed that day at Asshole school," Kat spat and walked away.

 

"Well, two out of three isn’t bad, I guess," Kat thought as she held a sobbing Howie. Two days to the wedding and Kevin decides to tell him it is over. One last "her or me" for the road. Damn him to the seventh level of Hades! Didn’t he realize how vulnerable Howie was? This is no time for head games.

"Come on, sweetie. It’ll be okay," she said, trying to calm his weeping.

"Why is he doing this?" Howie wailed.

Kat could think of lots of reasons, but Howie didn’t need to hear that kind of language right now. "I don’t know. He’s upset and jealous..."

"Why? He knows how I feel about him."

"He also knows you are getting married in a few days. He’d have to share you with someone whom, let’s face it, he can’t stand. Whatever else, the idea of adultery probably doesn’t make him feel good."

Howie laughed caustically. "So I’m okay to fuck if I am single, but if I am married I am suddenly untouchable?"

"Howie, I didn’t mean it that way. Damn, I can’t say anything right." The depths of his sorrow were killing her.

"Kat, I want to make this work," Howie said brushing back his tears.

"Of course it will, Howie. Don’t worry."

"That’s not what I mean."

She frowned at the serious look on his face. "What?"

"In two days we get married. That night; our wedding night. I want to make love to you."

 

The wedding went smoother than I thought; Kat mused as she sat back at the head table, next to Howie. The service was nice. Long, for someone who was not brought up Catholic. Howie had looked incredibly handsome in his dark gray, tie-less tuxedo. He had his hands clasped together; to hide their shaking, she later found out. She would have teased him about it, but her hands had been doing the same thing. AJ had stood beside him, his best man. He actually looked, well, normal for once. The only inkling of the real AJ was in the tiger-striped handkerchief that peeked out of his right breast jacket pocket. He saw her notice it and wiggled his eyebrows, making her chuckle.

Howie's brother John, and the other Backstreet Boys were also groomsmen. Except for Brian. When he heard that Kat’s family wouldn’t be able to make it due to, of all things, an airline strike, he had elected to stand on her side as one of her attendants. She loved him for it. A show of support she hadn't expected and a nice offset to the scowling Kevin who stood on next to Nick, as far away from her as he could get.

Kat was scared. Howie had refused to back down on his promise. He was determined to consummate the marriage, despite all of her objections. She knew it was his way to thumb his nose at Kevin, but it wasn’t something she was looking forward to. She wanted him; there was no arguing with that. The very thought of having him make love to her made her stomach do flips. But not this way. And how long could it last anyway? Much better not to go down that path.

He escorted her up to the Honeymoon Suite, leaning her against the door and kissing her deeply.

"Howie, we don’t have to…"

"I want to. I want you, Kat."

"Its not like anyone is going to check the sheets or anything," she tried to joke.

"Funny girl," he said then silenced her protests with another searing kiss.

He opened the door, and picked her up. "Over the threshold. Don’t ever say I don’t know what I am supposed to do," he grinned and she giggled.

They moved together through the outer room, still kissing, but divesting themselves of jackets, veils and shoes. His kisses were stripping away all her fears. She’d worry about the implications in the morning.

He pushed the door to the bedroom open, still holding her tight. A noise caused them to break off quickly. Kevin was lying on the silken sheets; body covered by the top sheet, but the folds of the fabric made it clear he was naked. He smiled at Howie, ignoring her totally. "I thought Howie at least deserves a wedding night."

Kat saw the look of desire that flashed in Howie’s eyes at the sight of his former lover. Then leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Have fun," she said as she pushed him forward and shut the doors behind her.

Chapter 12