Birds In Your Garden: Chapter 10
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Jana wandered down the hallway after hanging out with some of the dancers, heading towards the band room to stick her head inside and see what was going on. It looked as if they had just finished with one interview. The boys were standing up, shaking hands with people she didn't recognize, saying thank you politely. Kevin was over in the far corner, nodding his head as he looked intently to someone as they kept talking. He caught a glimpse of her and smiled, nodding again as he brought his attention back to his conversation.

She stepped back into the hallway, walking a bit away to wait for him, and chatted with Carlos briefly before Kevin came through and rolled his eyes, releasing a breath as he returned her smile. Slipping his arm around her shoulder, he kissed the top of her head, leading her down to the cafeteria set up with Carlos in tow.

"How's it going?" she asked, sticking her hands into her pockets.

Kevin looked down and lifted an eyebrow, reaching into her pocket to take her hand back out, and wrapped it around his waist. "We're off duty, darlin'," he said, kissing her hair again. "That's why he's trailing us, just to make sure we're left alone." He pointed over his shoulder to Carlos. "He's still on duty. He's got our back," he glanced over his shoulder, "ain't that right, buddy?"

"You know it," Carlos answered with a nod.

"If you say so," she said hesitantly. "Don't pictures generally show up the next day taken with telephoto lenses and start havoc in the tabloids?"

"And it's going to be news?" he asked doubtfully.

"You're the pop star, you tell me," she chuckled as he pushed open the door to the cafeteria and let her pass through.

"Ah, fuck it," he answered easily. "Coffee?"

"Sure." As Kevin left to get it, she smiled at Carlos. "Long day?"

"Quiet, really," he answered. "Just making sure it stays that way. There's a lot of press floating around and getting lost, thinking it's funny or something, but for the most part, it's been fairly smooth."

"How much longer?"

"Haven't a clue."

"There's three more to go," Kevin answered, putting a paper cup of coffee in front of her on the table and straddling the bench next to her. "We've got about half an hour."

"Your mascara's smeared," she said. "Look up." She reached up to wipe beneath his eye. "Now that's something you never think you'd say to a guy in the nineties."

"Or the 'thousands'," he teased with a wink. "So, where'd you and Shannon go?"

"Just to the mall," she answered. "Went to lunch at a little café near there. Mostly catching up on what's been going on since I've been gone. She's telling me about all the hot chicks you take back to your room now that I'm no longer crampin' your style."

"Oh, yeah, there've been thousands," he deadpanned, sipping his coffee. "Makin' up for all that lost time."

"Then I don't have to feel so bad for keeping Nick company while he's without Rachel," she replied with a smirk. "I'm tellin' ya, hanging out with y'all, I thought I'd be meeting more stars. Where's all the stars, dude?"

"Keeping their cred," Kevin replied.

"Oooh, we're a tad cynical, aren't we?" She nudged him. "Are Backstreet Boys allowed to be cynics? Doesn't that go against some Boy Band Bible or something?"

"We've been tearin' the pages out to make spitballs," Kevin answered with a nonchalant nod.

"Oh, and sarcasm!" she giggled. "I think I may have to report you to the Music Police."

"Listen, darlin', if you see them, let me know 'cause I have a few complaints to make myself."

"Grumpy, grumpy," she said with a smile, leaning closer to kiss him gently.

He shrugged and sipped his coffee again. "Not really, just answering a lot of questions and avoiding a lot of others. You have come up on more than a few occasions," he informed her. "And I've been instructed to gloss over it and bring it back to the tour and music. They're asking a lot about AJ, and it's making me a bit uncomfortable. He's handling it all well. Keeps saying how much he needs to thank me." He shrugged and closed his eyes briefly. "Hard to hear when I know how much he's covering up to make it look good."

"Well, I don't doubt it wasn't pleasant, but I'm sure he does thank you for making him hear what needed to be said." He only tilted his head and looked around the room. "Damn, you're stubborn," she giggled with a shake of her head. "So, let's not think about it right now. You've got twenty minutes before you need to be polite and courteous. What's the plan for tonight? Are we going to dinner with everyone?"

"I think so," he said, looking to her with gentle eyes. "You're very good to me, you know that?"

"I try," she said modestly.

"You are," he said with another nod, leaning over and lifting her chin for a quick kiss.

"Awww, lookit dat!" Nick cooed as he bounded through the door and stopped in front of their table with a wide, sarcastic grin. "Ain't that sweet, dawg? You smoochin' yer honey!"

"There's no camera's around, dawg," Kevin said looking up to him. "I'm allowed to kick your ass if I want."

"Oooops," Nick giggled, widening his eyes. "Forgot."

"Don't you have some phone sex to have or something?" Kevin questioned.

"Nah," he said cheerfully, planting himself across from Jana and Kevin at their table. "Oh," he leaned back, pointing to them with both his hands, "did you wanna be alone?" he asked, playing stupid. "Well, dang…" He grinned, getting up from the bench. "See-ya!"

"He's like a Labrador puppy, isn't he?" Jana chuckled, watching him bounce over to AJ and Brian at another table.

"Puppies can be trained," Kevin said dryly, also looking at Nick with a smile and a shake of his head.

~

Kevin opened the door of the bedroom from the back of the bus to see Em climbing up the stairs. The crush that wouldn't die…she looked wonderful to him. She already had a camera in her hand and started snapping pictures of him before she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Kevy! Are you actually alone?"

"Who else were you expecting?" he asked, pulling back from her easily. "Dang, Em, you look better every time I see you." He shook his head to the side and leaned back a bit to look her up and down.

"I was half expecting the mysterious female you've been with in all the tabs from home."

"How is jolly 'ol England?" he asked with a smile. It couldn't be that long, he considered, thinking about their first meeting. Could it be almost ten years? Eight? How long had this flirtation been going on? "Does it miss me?"

"Okay, no prying questions," she told him with a knowing smile. "I'm your wake-up call, though."

"I'm up. You're late. About fifteen minutes earlier you might have been able to climb into my bed," he said in a deep voice, lifting an eyebrow at her teasingly. "You need to work on your timing, Em."

"Maybe I just know that I couldn't handle the temptation." She passed him an appreciative look and he laughed, wagging a finger at her. "We're having breakfast and going over what I'd like to do. Care to escort me?"

"With pleasure," he replied, offering his elbow. "How's things, darlin'? Did you bring pictures of the perfect daughter?"

"I already seen them," Nick boasted, looking over Kevin's shoulders to the baby pictures. "Can we go on a wild chase, Em? Like Rachel and her band?"

"You want to drown, little man?" Kevin asked looking up at him. "I can arrange to have you drowned."

Em slapped Kevin's head playfully. "Be nice." Kevin merely shrugged and looked back to the pictures. "No wild chases, Nicky," Em continued. "You don't have time. Sun's almost up, and we've got to get moving."

"Aw, man," Nick whined, swaying slightly in disappointment. "You were a lot cooler with Rachel. Why aren't you that much fun with us?"

"Nick!" Kevin scolded, looking up to him. "Is that any way to treat our Em? He's an idiot, Em. Please, let me drown him in the fountain?"

"I would, but I couldn't do that to Rachel," Em said, lifting an eyebrow to Nick.

"Dang, boy, she's savin' your butt, and she's not even on the same continent!"

"Be nice, or I'll tell Jana," Nick teased. Em turned her head to look at Kevin questioningly, but he just shook his head and went back to the baby pictures. "She sticks up for me too, you know."

"Good thing," Kevin said without looking up. "Between Rachel and Jana, you might make it to see twenty-two."

~

Things were finally starting to settle down. The last show had been filled with pranks from the crew - golf balls falling from above during a dance, the crew coming up through the wardrobe trunk at the part where they were supposed to go down into it, Nick being attacked by silly string...and Kevin had smiled, thinking of Jana, when two crew members came out and wrapped phone cords around him during 'Shining Star' because he knew she had always tried to mess him up that way.

There'd been a celebration after the show, and the backstage area had been filled with people, among them, Kristin, congratulating everyone and remaining social by his side. He'd felt closer to her than he had in months as she stood by his side, teasing with him and a few others, as if there might be a chance for a friendship once the divorce was made official. She definitely knew him, his sense of humor and his interests, and she'd spent a lot of time showing him that between the party and now, as they sat together on the chartered plane heading to New York City.

Most of the cabin lights were out, and people were starting to doze off in their seats, including Kevin. Kristin had leaned her head on his shoulder. Why shouldn't she? It's how they had always traveled together and rested on flights. No matter how expensive the plane or how plush the seats, it was still a plane and difficult to get really comfortable in the chairs. She had always rested her head against his shoulder to get more comfortable, and he would rest his own head on hers. It was just a natural force of habit by now. Nothing had been said about the divorce, or even Jana or plans of the future. It was just them hanging out like they used to, and there was a comfort level there that he couldn't deny.

He slouched a bit in the seat and rested his head back on the seat, hoping to get in a few hours of sleep. The next three days were going to be a whirlwind of travel and press, and then it would finally all be done for a few weeks until having to head off to Japan for a week and officially be finished with the Black and Blue Tour. He could feel Kristin re-settle against him with his slight shift, and he draped his hand over her thigh as she laid her legs over his. The rest of the plane settled into more quiet whispers, or they had their headphones on to listen to a CD or watch a movie. There was still another five hours of the flight, and maybe if he could sleep it would go quicker.

He felt Kristin's hand cover his slowly, her fingers sliding down his forearm softly until she turned his hand over and started tickling his open palm. Perhaps if he ignored it and pretended to be asleep, she would stop. Perhaps she was just bored and mindlessly caressing his hand as she stared out the window waiting for sleep to come. But that thought soon went out of his head when he felt his hand being lifted and felt her lips in the center of his palm, slowly moving up to his wrist, and she definitely got his attention when he felt her tongue dart out against his pulse point and suck lightly. Her fingertips trailed behind her lips to the crook of his elbow, where she paused again and nipped gently at the bend, licking her tongue over the spot moments later before she traveled up to kiss the bulge of his bicep. When he turned his head and attempted to ask what she was doing, her mouth covered his, tangling his thoughts with her tongue and leaving him speechless as she shifted in the seat and started to nibble his neck just below his ear.

When he attempted to ask what she was doing again, looking around to see who might be watching, her fingertips tapped against his lips. No one was watching. They were in the back of the plane and it seemed as if everyone else was busy doing their own thing, not paying attention to them. Besides, it was fairly dark back where they were and everyone knew he was with Jana now.

In spite of that, though, Kristin's tongue was creating a trail of erotic sensation, jumbling his reasoning with pleasure as she nibbled his ear lobe and slipped a finger between his lips, sliding it in and out slowly before her mouth found its way to his throat and nipped lightly. When she slipped her finger from his lips, she replaced it with her mouth, never giving him a chance to protest or question. And if he did, how much attention would he call to them? Did he want to do that?

As this question came to mind, she began pulling up the hem of his tee shirt, sliding her hand up to his chest to pinch his nipples and lowering her mouth to trace his navel and the side of his torso with her tongue. He sat motionless with his head spinning, partly in fear of someone seeing, partly in expectation of what she was going to do next and partly pleading that this wouldn't be interrupted because it may be painful if it was.

Just as his mind anticipated another move and he lowered his chin to see what she was doing, her fingers found their way to his lips again. This time, he volunteered his mouth to suck on them as she went back to circling his navel, and her other hand slid down the inside of his thighs, pressing the heel of her palm along the muscles through the material of the sweat pants. He reminded himself to not moan, not make any noise, and it only excited him further, making his pants more snug with his growing erection.

Her fingers left his mouth, and she pinched his nipples through the cotton material of his tee shirt as she trailed her fingers down over his belly. She pulled back from him, and both hands slid the elastic waistband down to expose him. He glanced around the plane again, expecting someone to be watching, but still no one paid attention. Most were now asleep, and before he could survey anyone else, he felt Kristin's lips enclose around the shaft of his erection, and her tongue darted against the soft, supple skin. He bit his tongue and dropped his head back, closing his eyes tightly to keep from making any noise, the wave of pleasure making him hold his breath.

Her fingertips brushed over his tip, and she lifted her lips from him and sucked her own fingers, watching him keenly before she lowered herself down to her knees on the floor of the plane, and then she lifted one knee to climb beneath it and come up between his legs with a playful smile and lift of her eyebrow. She kept her eyes on him as she lowered to the tip of his cock and slowly took him into the moist warmth of her mouth. Her seduction was erotically agonizing as she lingered, barely taking him beyond the tip and sucking firmly. When he went to put his hands in her hair, she pulled back completely and wagged a finger at him, firmly showing him that she was in control. All he could do was shift to sit on his hands and roll his eyes back into his head when she took him in her mouth again.

She barely moved, flicking her tongue over the tip and pressing underneath the curve. Her fingers slid up to the waistband again, and he lifted his hips slightly for her to pull them free of his hips. As she did, she released him and lowered her lips to the bend of his thighs, sliding her fingers beneath his balls and applying a gentle pressure to the delicate skin, making his head spin in pleasure. Nothing else existed but her mouth and her fingertips and the bliss they created. It was all he could do to remember to breathe.

She pulled back, still fingering beneath his balls and blew against his tip. Just when he thought she'd take him back into her mouth, she lowered her head to the other thigh and he wanted to moan in a mixture of delight and disappointment. Instead, he bit his lips together and closed his eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath that he hoped would sustain him. He pressed his head back against the seat, and she made her way between his legs, her tongue licking up the length of him until she pulled back and blew against him again, driving his senses insane and she watched his face contort in desire and anticipation before she lowered her mouth over him, this time starting a slow, firm rhythm. Her fingers continued to apply pressure, switching between the soft spot and massaging each ball gently until he clenched the edge of his seat and braced his hips firmly, exploding in orgasm, unable to hold back the whimper of pleasure as she drank all of him in.

His body seemed to melt into the seat as she finished, licking along his thighs. As she circled his navel, he lifted his hips for her to pull his sweat pants back into place, then moved her mouth up to the crook of his neck, the spot beneath his ear, the muscle of his arm, the fold of his elbow, the pulse point of his wrist back to the center of his palm... As she settled herself back in the seat next to him, he found himself unable to move. Every ounce of him was drained, swimming still in pulsing points of where her lips had been along his body. She shifted next to him, resting her torso along his arm and leaning close to whisper in his ear. "I just wanted to remind you that I know how to please you, too."

He turned his head, still unable to lift it from the seat and gazed at her, unsure if anger was the right response to the comment, in spite of feeling it surge through him along with the guilt of having enjoyed her touch. If he wanted to leave her, should he have felt that way? Shouldn't he have stopped her? Should he want to take her some place more private and return the offer to prove to her that he knew how to please her as well and that he could do it, just to show her that they didn't need to be married to have that kind of talent?

He glanced around the plane again. Still no one was paying attention to them; as a matter of fact, it looked as if most everyone was sleeping at this point. Before Kristin could settle against him again, he took her hand, stood up and pulled her along behind him. It wasn't the first time they'd snuck into a plane lavatory, and he'd been a card-carrying member of the 'Mile High Club' with plenty of people other than Kristin, it's just that he and Kristin seemed to know how to maintain their membership the best.

This time didn't prove to be any different. In spite of it being a bigger, private plane, the bathroom wasn't much bigger than on any other airliner. Once the door was closed, he knew to prop her against the basin. There was no problem hiking her skirt up over her hips and he was able to slide her panties off before he lowered himself down, coming up so that her knees were over his shoulders and her feet could be braced against the wall behind him as she held on to the edge of the sink basin. It couldn't be the most comfortable position, but as he licked his tongue along the inside of her thigh and sucked at the delicate skin, she didn't make any complaint. When he slid his tongue between her legs, he could taste her wetness, and she whimpered slightly in delight as he pressed his lips firmly against her clit and sucked. He managed to stroke the inside of her thighs as he slid his tongue in and out alternately stopping to nibble at her pleasure points. When he felt she was close, he would pull away to tease her further, building her orgasm until all he had to do was slide his tongue along her clit and she gasped in orgasm.

He kissed back down her thigh, stopping to pay attention to the underside of her knee in a kiss and stroke his fingertips along her calves as he alternated to the other knee, slipping out from beneath her to stand and rest his hands on either side of the basin and look at her intently. She grinned with a satisfied smile and leaned forward to kiss him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and she reached up to put a hand at the back of his neck, pressing more closely against him to maintain a semblance of balance as her hand slid across his groin. "Ready so soon?" she whispered, feeling his erection, and kissing him before he could reply. She slid his sweatpants back down over his thighs with both hands and stroked him again, shifting closer to the edge of the basin, but when she attempted to guide him inside of her, he pulled away and dropped his head, closing his eyes tightly. "Oh, come on, Kevin," she said, stroking the back of his neck, "you want to. It's obvious you want to."

"We're better than this," he said, pulling away from her and sliding his pants back up. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly, stroking the side of her face. "Sorry," he mumbled with a shake of his head before sliding the latch over and slipping back out into the darkened cabin. He didn't go back to his seat. Instead, he moved to a vacant seat closer to the cockpit and slumped against the fuselage to blink out at the darkness. He tried not to listen for the lavatory door to open or wonder how she was responding to his refusal, but he did hear the door latch open and waited before he looked back to his seat and saw Kristin slumped against her window.

Somehow he managed to fall asleep, but he woke up when everyone around him started moving around in preparation for landing. Kristin was awake with Brian sitting in the seat next to her, and she was watching Kevin closely, studying him as if she'd never seen him before. He turned back around, looking out the window as they made their descent, trying to focus on what needed to be done once they did land. Hopefully he'd get to sleep.

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