Well, I'm back again. Sher told me that all my friends are gonna think I went Froot Loops with how often I am updating lately. But of course, that is part of my evil-master plan, so it don't bother me any. :-) I like people thinking I'm a bit "off" anyway. It keeps everyone on their toes. Anyway, here's the next section. If you have any questions, answers, comments, suggestions, want to say anything about the story, etc., e-mail me at worknprog@yahoo.com! Make sure to not read this if it's illegal to do so for whatever reason. Or do--damn the man(Just don't get caught)! Um, this is all fiction and is not meant to imply that any BSB member is gay--even though I'd fuck them if they were. But wishful thinking don't make it true(oh dear god PUHLEEZE make it true). Sorry, one of my little "outbursts". Enjoy the story:
Moving On By-Lep
(Part 9)
Orlando is a pretty lonely town when you're all alone. When there's no one to share your day to day life with, anything can be boring I guess. Ofcourse, going into a warehouse to look over clothes and drawings at 5 a.m., then leaving after dark can be depressing. You never get to see the light of day. Spending two weeks straight without Brian or any of the guys to keep me company was wearing me down. The only people I conversed with anymore were record executives, designers, PR, or the guys' manager. I hadn't even talked to Brian on the phone in two weeks. The guys ended up staying in L.A. to meet with contractors about building the stage and effects for the show. So, I got to be the lucky guy to travel to Orlando by myself. I should have kept my big mouth shut and not told the guys I would be their assistant AND do wardrobe. I guess I couldn't get upset about being in Orlando all alone. I was the dumbass that took the job they offered. Ofcourse, when they offered it, I didn't know it was really going to be a real job. Naivete on my part, I'm sure. The last two weeks were a blur. Brian kissed me goodbye at the airport and I was on my way. He was on his way back to the contractor's office to meet with him and the guys and talk about all kinds of interesting contractor stuff. I landed in Orlando and was met by Tim, the tour organizer. He took me back to the compound-slash-rehearsal studio where the guys would be meeting up with Fatima in two weeks. I got about two hours of sleep the first night in Orlando. I was awaken by Tim. The designers were going to be there in about an hour and I had to get ready to meet with them. By the time the designers came by with their ideas and had left again, I was already hating this tour. In the first two days, we had seen just about every design of clothing imagineable to man. Then five days following that, we had to make decisions on which out fits we were going to go with so that they could be done before the tour began. The decisions were based on a very complex process. Basically, Tim and I would try on the clothes and dance around to see if they were comfortable and stretchable enough for the guys' dance moves. That was the fun part, I guess. Then, we'd decide if they were trendy enough, or just plain cheesy and flashy. That's the part that Tim left completely up to me. I guess he trusted my judgement best on the trendy portion. The next week was spent on the phone and doing all the calling that an assistant would do. I had to make sure the limo knew when to pick them up in L.A. and take them to the airport to fly to Orlando, I had to make sure their rooms were ready for them when they showed up, I had to make sure the kitchen was stocked with their favorite foods. I had to make sure that ten million things were just right for the guys. I knew when Brian showed up I was gonna have to tell him what I thought of his and the guys needs while they were on tour. I couldn't believe I had this job. I couldn't believe I was doing it for free. I couldn't believe I was in Orlando working while Brian was in L.A. I just hoped that the actual tour was going to be more fun than this. Finally, after giving myself tons of ulcers in the first two weeks, the day arrived that the guys were going to fly in. I got the limo driver, Michael, to take me to the airport an hour early. Ofcourse I was thrilled shitless that I was finally going to see Brian again, but I also didn't want to be late. That wouldn't be very becoming of an assistant, I thought. I don't think the guys would think much of it though since it was me, though. I got to the airport with a full half hour to spare. Michael dropped me off at the front and parked in the space provided for limos and the shuttle buses. I walked into the airport, amid many stares from passerbys, and headed straight to the screens that displayed arrival times. It took me a second to find the guys' plane information, but finally I saw it and realized it was on time. Even if it was on time, I still had a full thirty minutes to blow. I looked around at the food court and realized it was Cappucinno time. I made my way over to the coffee bar, pulling one of my hats out of my backpack and slipping it on, trying to conceal my face somewhat. As soon as I was satisfied that I was somewhat incognito, I approached the counter.
"Can I help you?" A girl that looked just like a barbie doll with a visor on approached me. "Yeah, can I get a cafe mocha?" I asked, quickly looking down to dig in my pocket so I wouldn't have to talk anymore than necessary. "Small or Large?" "Large, please." I replied, still digging in my pocket. "Okay."
I finally located a five dollar bill at the very bottom of my pocket. I had to push my arm until I was elbow deep before I found it though. I was going to have to do something about my cash situation. I was in such a hurry back in L.A. that I forgot to go to the bank before I left. I think I had a total of a hundred bucks on me when I left. Somehow I had managed to use it all without getting more.
"Here you go." The girl came back to the counter, putting the lid on my cup. "Thanks." I smiled from underneath my hat as I took the cup from her. "That'll be five twenty-five." She smiled back. "Oh, um, all I have is a five." I knew I was blushing. "Oh!" The girl was embarassed for me.
I looked around nervously, wondering if I could borrow a quarter from someone nearby, but I was the only person in line.
"Listen, are you hear to pick someone up?" She asked. "Yeah?" I didn't know why she was asking. "Well bring the money back by when you're done." She smiled sweetly. "Oh, okay. Sure that's alright?" I was impressed that she would be so kind. "Sure, I know you're good for it, Matt." She smiled widely at me. "Ah ha, you know I can pay my debts, then?" I laughed slightly. "I'd hope so." She laughed me. "Just stop back by on your way out." "Okay, will do. Thanks!" I replied as I took my cup and began walking towards the gate where the guys would arrive.
It was quite a walk from the coffee bar to gate 76-A. It seemed like a five mile walk. By the time I had strolled down to the gate, sipping my coffee, the guys were supposed to arrive in five minutes. I found an empty chair right in front of the gate and sat down, taking another sip of my coffee. I took my hat off and scratched my head, ruffling my hair, and laid the hat in my lap. Across the way from me was a girl and her boyfriend. They were looking lovingly into each others eyes and whispering something to each other. I sighed to myself as they leaned towards each other and gave each other a quick kiss. I guess one of them was going to be leaving. When they kissed each other again, all I could think about was how much I wished the plane would hurry up and bring Brian to me.
"Flight 624 from L.A. is now arriving at Gate 76-A." An airport employee announced over the intercom.
I slowly perked up in my seat, watching out the floor to ceiling window as the plane slowly pulled towards the terminal. I stood up, putting my hat back on as the plane stopped at the gate. I was getting jittery. I had half a huge cup of cafe mocha in me, and I was eager to see Brian again. Finally, people came pouring out of the gate. I watched closely, waiting for any sign of the guys. It seemed like forever when I saw five very familiar faces come walking towards me. I don't think they recognized me. My hat must have been covering my face more than I thought. I decided to try something. I just contentedly sipped my coffee as the guys walked towards me, then right past me. "Goddamn Matt is late", I heard Brian groan as they walked by. I let the guys get a good ten feet away from me, then slowly began to follow them. The guys were just talking over each other about nothing in particular. They all seemed to be in their own little world, talking about nothing in particular. I just smiled to myself as I followed the guys until we were out of sight of all other people in the airport, then I came running up behind them.
"Oh my gawd! I thought that was ya'll! It's them Backstreet Boys people!" I screamed in an extremely thick Texas accent.
The guys just froze where they stood, not bothering to turn around to see who was standing there. I think they were contemplating about whether they should turn around and be gracious, or make a bolt for the door. I didn't give them a chance to make a final decision.
"I just knew that it were you! Can I get an autograph? Here, sign my ass!" I ran around them and came to face them, my teeth bucked out and grabbing at my pants. "Ah, I see Matt has had coffee again." A.J. looked at all the other guys. "Must've been a large." Nick agreed. "I'm betting on two larges." Kevin countered. "Matt!" Brian screamed and ran over to me. "Brian!" I screamed back and reached out to hug him. "I missed you so much, boy!" Brian gushed as he pulled me in to hug him. "You think you missed me? This preparing for tour shit is driving me crazy!" I laughed as I hugged him back.
I wanted to pull him to me for a kiss, but knew that wasn't the best idea in a public place.
"Ah, isn't this cute?" Howie laughed. "Michael's out front waiting on you guys," I began, "can someone loan me some cash?" "Cash?" Nick asked. "Yeah, you know that green stuff you use to pay for stuff? Well, I need some." "Baby, let's get going, I'll give you some money in the car." Brian laughed and grabbed my hand to drag me towards the exit. "But I have to pay this chick in the food court for the coffee." I stopped him.
Brian rolled his eyes and laughed. I know he just wanted to get out of the public eye.
"Fine. Guys, go get in the car and we'll meet you there. I need to talk to Matt by himself, anyway." Brian told the guys as he drug me back towards the food court.
I followed Brian as I began drinking the last bit of my coffee, getting more and more hyper. Brian just laughed at me as I smiled widely and drank the last bit.
"Okay, who do we need to pay here?" Brian asked as we approached the food court. "That one over there." I pointed as I gulped down the last bit and threw the cup in the trash. "Come on, boy." Brian tugged at my sleeve as he began to walk towards the counter.
The girl that had helped me earlier looked up and smiled as she saw us walking towards her.
"I was hoping you'd remember to come back." She smiled wildly. "Yeah, I brought my wallet with me." I punched Brian in the arm. "He'll pay you for the first one, and he's going to buy me another." "Do you really need more caffiene?" Brian laughed as he rubbed his arm and handed the girl a twenty dollar bill. "No, but I want it." "Okay, give the boy another one." Brian laughed as the girl gave him change. "One more coming up." She smiled at me as she walked away to make my coffee. "Baby," Brian whispered so no one would hear, "there's something I need to tell you about." "What do you need to tell me about?" I whispered back with a giggle. "Well, we're going to have some company tomorrow." Brian let his voice go back up a notch. "What do you mean?" I asked as the girl came back with my coffee. "Here ya' go." She passed it over the counter. "Thanks a bunch." I smiled and slowly walked away from the counter, Brian following me. "Matt, I don't want to freak you out or anything..." Brian began as we headed towards the exit. "But what?" I asked, sipping my coffee calmly. "Okay, don't go off and faint or anything." Brian turned to be, stopping me where we stood. "Just spit it out, Brian." I laughed nervously. "My family is coming to town tomorrow." Brian stated simply.
I just stood there. I didn't know what to say. Brian just looked back at me thru those deep blue eyes. I could tell he was nervous about how I would react. All of the sudden, my stomach began to tie up in knots.
"Matt, say something." Brian smiled crookedly. "I think I'm gonna puke!" I groaned, shoved my coffee into his hand and took off towards the bathroom at full throttle.
(Part 10)
"Matt, are you okay in there?" Brian knocked lightly on the door to the stall.
I was on my knees in front of the toilet, my head hung over the bowl. I just knew I was going to puke. My stomach was tight as a straight man's asshole in a dildo shop. I wanted to puke, actually. I thought maybe that would make me feel slightly better. All I could think about was meeting Brian's parents for the first time. They were going to hate me. I was going to be the gay boy that was fucking their son. I just knew it. They probably wouldn't even say anything to me. They'd probably freak out if I tried to even say anything to them.
"I'm fine. Just gonna die if that's alright." I groaned as I got up and closed the lid to the toilet and sat down. "Baby, it's not that bad. It's just my parents." "Just your parents, eh? Parents hate me." I groaned as I held my head in my hands. "They won't hate you!" Brian insisted thru the stall door. "I'm glad you're confident." I sighed.
I just knew I was going to die.
"Baby, I love you so they'll love you." Brian stated. "They're going to hate me because I'm not Leigh Anne." I stated quickly. "They aren't going to hate you because you aren't a girl." "Why do your parents have to come right now?!?" I groaned. "Well when should they come?" "Like when we're fifty or so." I replied. "Baby, it's going to be fine, now come out here." Brian demanded, but nicely. "Fine. But if I puke on you, you asked for it." I got off of the toilet and opened the door. "Now, come here." Brian pulled me out of the stall. "Oh god, I'm so going to die tomorrow. I just know it." I let Brian pull me into a hug. "My parents are going to love you, baby. Trust me." "Well, I guess I'll survive. It takes more than two middle age people to do damage to me." I joked. "And they're bringing my brother..." Brian whinced as I dug my nails into his back. "Your brother too?!?! Oh fuck!" I was going to be hysterical the whole night thinking of meeting all three of his family members. "Boy, they all already know about you. They don't seem upset that I'm dating a guy. Harold doesn't seem to care. And mom and dad don't care, either. They just want to meet you is all." Brian held me, but I knew I was killing his back. "I'm going to be a nervous wreck all damn night now!" "Come on, boy. Let's get out to the car before the guys think we got murdered or something." Brian laughed and pulled me towards the restroom exit. "It's not too late. I could just kill you for not telling me a week ago so I would've had a chance to leave the country." I teased as we exited the bathroom. "Baby, stop being so melodramatic." "You better plan to give me something good tonight after the stress you just caused me!" I laughed. "Mmmm, what exactly might that be?" Brian bravely gave my ass a squeeze as we walked towards the huge glass doors that exited the airport. "It's negotiable." I grinned evily as I turned and opened the door with my backside, letting Brian follow me out into the sun. "So, where's Michael?" Brian looked up and down the circle drive. "Hell if I know--I'm just your assistant and wardrobe man." I made my smartass comment with a grin. "I got something you can assist me with, too." Brian grabbed his crotch. "Oh my god! You're so damn tacky! In broad daylight, too!" I screeched, trying to draw attention to us. "Damnit, Matt! SHUSH!" Brian laughed loudly at my antics. "Sorry, couldn't resist." "So, where is he?" "I don't know. He WAS parked right down there when I went inside" I pointed to the spot about twenty feet away where Michael had parked. "Hey guys! We're over here!" I heard Nick's voice and began looking back and forth for him. "There here is." Brian pointed and grabbed my arm, pulling me after him.
I finally saw where he was as Brian dragged me across the pull-thru and into the outer parking lot. Michael had pulled the limo into about five parking spaces, taking up almost a whole row. Nick had his head poked out one of the back windows, looking at us. As Brian and I approached, Michael opened the door, almost taking Nick's head off with it.
"Oops, sorry." Michael blushed. "Goddamnit!" Nick cursed, but laughed it off. "I'm sooooo sorry." Michael practically doveted away from the door. "Nick, stop cussing the driver." Brian laughed as he shoved Nick back in the limo and hopped in.
I just stood there and smiled for a minute, then laid my hand on Michael's shoulder.
"It's aight, man." I smiled and then hopped into the limo. "Thanks." Michael stated in a relieved tone, then shut the door behind me.
I pulled my smokes out of my pocket and lit one, then cracked the window as I began to smoke. Brian didn't waste any time. He put his feet up on the seat and laid his head on my lap. He wrapped his arms around my waiste and nuzzled my lap. I gave a small laugh and slowly ran my fingers thru his hair with my free hand.
"So, you missed me, eh?" I smiled down at him as he gazed up from my lap. "More than anything, baby." Brian clutched me to him tightly. "If I see any zippers going down over there, someone's getting their ass kicked." Kevin warned with a grin. "What? We thought ya'll would want to join us." Brian got up from my lap long enough to blow a kiss at Kevin. "I can't believe I'm related to you." Kevin laughed.
Brian let his head fall back into my lap, but this time looking up at the ceiling.
"So tell me about what all you've done these last two weeks without me. And make sure to tell me about how much you missed me." Brian smiled up at me as I took a puff off of my cigarette. "Well," I took a quick sip of my coffee,"we have all your outfits picked out for the show. Tim and I got together with Anthony about the U.S. leg of the tour. I think we have all the dates picked out and booked with the venues. Um, I did grocery shopping the other day. The kitchen is fully stocked..." "You got me cheetos, right?" A.J. perked up. "Yeah, we have cheetos." "Regular or Puffs?" "Regular, ofcourse." I laughed. "Good, you may continue." A.J. smiled and sat back. "Um, I guess that's about it." I took a sip of coffee. "That's all?" Brian teased. "That's alot for not getting paid!" Howie got my back. Yeah, you!" I pinched Brian's arm. "Oh, yeah. Fatima will be here around two o'clock today." "You talk to her?" Nick asked quickly. "Yeah, and she said--and I quote--tell those boys I have all the choreography done, so they better have their asses ready to do some dancing." I stated simply. "Yep, that's her." Kevin laughed. "Oh, the air conditioner at the compound is not working for some ungodly reason, so you'll be sleeping with your windows open tonight." I sighed. "Like we aren't gonna sweat enough tonight." Brian gave me an evil grin. "You'll probably be too sore from dancing today. I'll have to do all the damn work--like always." I teased and laid my hand on his chest. "That's the way I like it, baby." Brian put his hand on mine and laced his fingers thru mine. "So, is Anthony driving our bus this time around?" Howie asked. "Last thing I heard." I replied, but not taking my eyes off of Brian's. "Where's the first show?" A.J. followed. "Las Vegas." I replied, still not paying much attention to anyone, just getting lost in Brian's blue eyes as he smiled up at me. "Oooooh, sin city!" A.J. practically jumped up out of his seat, almost hitting his head on the roof of the limo. "Calm down, baby. It's not for three weeks." Nick teased A.J. as he pulled him back down beside him. "Oh, and Sheri Tatum from MTV called yesterday. She wanted one of you to call her when you got here. She seemed really surprised when it was Matt Thompson that was answering your phone." I laughed. "Did she say what she wanted?" Howie asked. "Something about one of their shows." I shrugged my shoulders as I replied. "Oh, that's specific." Brian grinned up at me from my lap. "No one asked you anything. Just keep laying there and look pretty for me." I teased as I reached down to pinch his cheek. "Oh, alright."
Just as Brian conceded, we pulled up into the circle drive of the compound. As soon as we came to a stop, I opened the door, and hopped out, Brian's head falling to the seat. All the guys laughed at him as they followed me out of the limo. Brian grumbled something to himself, and slowly got up and climbed out of the limo.
"Did the wittle boy bump his head?" I teased. "You're going to pay for that later." Brian grinned and gave me a quick kiss on the lips as I closed the door. "Should I pull into the garage?" Michael poked his head out of the window. "Yeah, I don't suppose we'll need the car again today." I smiled at him as the six of us gathered up luggage from the trunk.
As soon as we had all our luggage out, and the trunk shut, Michael pulled away towards the garage. All the guys looked like bag ladies with all the crap they had throw over their shoulders, strapped to their backs, and hanging from their arms. I laughed to myself as I grabbed the duffel bag off of Brian's shoulder and the backpack off his back.
"Thank God." Brian huffed with a laugh. "Not so quick, baby. We still have to carry all this crap upstairs." I announced with a laugh, making all the guys groan. "I don't want to carry all this shit up there!" Nick whined. "Oh, you poor boys! No one should be treated this way!" I teased. "How are ya'll gonna act when Fatima tries to get you to dance tonight?" "He'll probably act just the same, baby." Brian laughed. "Shut up!" Nick screamed, but managed to laugh. "Come on ya'll. I ain't gonna stand out here all damn afternoon." I stated and walked up the stairs that lead to the entrace of the compound.
I turned around and pushed the doors open with my butt, and entered the building. To our right was a staircase that followed the wall all the way up to the second floor. I turned around, waiting for all the guys to hurry their asses up. All the guys continued to groan and trudge up the stairs behind me as I named off where their rooms were. The rooms of the compound were actually named, sorta like a hotel. It made it easier to find your room for the first time, but was somewhat odd.
"Okay, Nick& A.J. you're in the Blue Room." I announced as we reached the top of the stairs. "Which way?" A.J. huffed, out of breath. "Left, babes." I smiled. "Kevin, you're in the Safari Room." I turned to Kevin as Nick and A.J. started off towards their room. "The Safari Room?" Kevin cocked his head. "Yeah, it's made up in African decor. Go figure." I laughed and pointed him in the direction of his room. "Oooh, Oooh, which one's mine?" Howie teased. "Sweet D, you're in the Disco Room." I looked up quickly. "Don't ask." "Oh, sweet jesus." Howie groaned as I pointed towards his room. "Please tell me we're not in a room like THAT!" Brian laughed. "Nope, we're just in the Green Room. I got here first, do you think I was gonna give us a shitty room?" I laughed with him and began trudging down the hall towards our room.
Brian followed me down the hall. He stayed a few steps behind me the whole way. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with him when he answered the question for me.
"Baby, I just want to say--you've still got the finest ass I've ever seen." "You best recognize." I laughed as I stopped at our room and opened the door. "I'm gonna do more than that once we get in that room, boy!" Brian growled and shoved his way into the room. "Oooh, work it boy." I giggled and followed him in.
As soon as I shut the door, I could tell Brian was thrilled with the room. He walked over to the bed and dropped his bags, then started to turn around in a 360 motion, taking in everything. As you walked in the door, the bathroom was to your immediate right. He'd yet to see what was in there, but it was huge. There was a jacuzzi tub big enough for five, a shower, and a huge counter with a mirror and vanity lights. Further into the room was the "bedroom". The bedroom consisted of a huge armoir, which held the T.V. behind it's now closed cabinet doors, a california king bed, and a huge dresser big enough to hold the clothes of all six of us guys. Further even, was the "living room". There were two overstuffed chairs, a sectional couch, and a big glass coffee table. Then there was a door that led from the living room out onto the balcony that overlooked the backgrounds of the compound. It was definitely a nice room.
"You put us in here....and gave Howie the 'disco room'?" Brian laughed. "Yep." I smiled. "Have you no shame?" He teased. "Actually, the disco room is just like this one. It's just called that because it has shag carpet." I explained. "Speaking of shag." Brian grinned evily and began to walk slowly over to me. "Yeah baby!" I did my best Austin Powers and jumped on the bed, landing on my back. "Now, that's what I'm talking about!" Brian laughed and jumped on top of me. "You know how much I missed you, baby?" I grabbed Brian's head and kissed him deeply as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I bet I have an idea." Brian smiled as I pulled away. "Oh really?" "Yeah. But when are you gonna SHOW me how much you missed me?" Brian pulled me up quickly.
Brian went backwards until he was sitting on his butt on the bed, and I was sitting on his lap, my legs still wrapped around his waist.
"Hmmmm, how to show Brian how much I missed him?" I pretended to be at a loss as I slowly ran my hands down Brian's stomach and into his shirt. "You can show me how much you love me while you're at it." Brian grinned. "I know!" I shouted. "Yes, baby?" Brian moved his hips slightly. "How about a kiss?" I moved forward and gave Brian a quick peck on the lips. "Boy, you better do more than that--unless you want to get hurt." "You know I plan on doing ALOT more than THAT." I grinned evily.
I ran my hands back down Brian's stomach and slowly began to undo his belt as I leaned forward, kissing him softly. Brian returned my kiss, and slowly began to slide his tongue into my mouth as his belt came undone. I sucked gently on Brian's tongue as I popped the button on his khakis and unzipped them. Brian moaned softly into my mouth as ran my hand over the top of his boxers, feeling his hard cock responding to my touch.
"I missed you so much, Matt." Brian groaned, then went back to kissing me.
I rubbed Brian slowly thru his boxers, feeling his cock get harder and harder the more I touched him. After a few rubs, I could feel the precum slowly ooze out and dampen the front of his boxers. I slowly reached into the piss slit in the boxers and pulled his cock back out, slowly stroking him as I shoved my tongue into his mouth.
"I love you, Brian." I moaned. "I love you, too, baby." "Brian, Matt!" We both froze as we heard Fatima's voice shouting thru the door.
I looked at Brian and he looked like he was about to reply. I slapped a hand over his mouth and held him tightly, waiting to see if Fatima would shout again. We sat there, me on top of Brian for a good twenty seconds, waiting her out.
"I know you two are in there humping all over each other, don't act like you don't hear me!" She shouted again.
Anyone coulda heard Brian laughing, even with my hand clamped over his mouth.
"Mmmm-hmmmmm, I hear you in there B-Rok. You better put it away and get out here before I come in after you!"
I couldn't help it, I started laughing, too.
"I hear you, too, Matt. You betta bring your ass, too." Fatima had me laughing so hard I fell right off of Brian onto the bed. "Okay, okay, we're coming, Fatima!" Brian shouted as he slowly tucked himself back into his boxers and began to do up his pants. "I'm giving you two minutes, boys!" Fatima hollered again. "Get up off the bed boy, that woman means business!" Brian hopped off the bed, dragging me with him. "Oh alright." I was still giggling as I followed him to the door.
Brian and I both busted out laughing as we opened the door to see Fatima smiling at us and all four guys behind her.
"I hope you guys were having fun?" Nick smiled over Fatima's shoulder. "We would've had more fun if you guys hadn't shown up for another thirty minutes or so." Brian sneered. "Come on, boy. I'm ready to dance." Fatima grabbed Brian by the shirt and started to drag him down the hall.
The guys and I laughed as Fatima dragged him farther and farther away from us.
"Bye, Brian! Have fun! I'll miss you!" I laughed as I waved at him. "Oh, no no no. You're coming with us, too." Kevin demanded and grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me down the hall. "Nick, save me!" I reached for Nick. "I don't think so, I'm on his side." Nick laughed and slapped my ass over and over as Kevin carried me on his shoulder down the hall to the stairs.
(Part 11)
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Brian groaned as he walked into our room. "You're such a bullshitter." I laughed as he fell down on the bed, completely exhausted. "My whole fucking body aches." Brian moaned. "Ah, poor little boy." I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "Don't humor ME, damnit!" Brian shouted with a laugh. "I'm not humoring you, baby. I really feel sorry for you." I smiled down at him lovingly as I ran my hand thru his hair. "Well, are you gonna make me feel better?" Brian smiled up at me. "Anything you want, baby." "Hmmmmm, how about a massage first?" Brian blushed. "If that's what you want, baby."
Brian slowly rolled over onto his stomach, groaning the whole time.
"Okay, drama queen." I giggled. "Take that shirt off first." "Oh, God. I don't know if I can move that much." "Here, baby."
I slowly pulled Brian's shirt up, which was quite a chore seeing that he was laying on his stomach. I got his shirt all the way up to his chest, and he still wouldn't move or help me out. I just gave a quick yank and pulled the shirt off of him.
"Shit. You almost yanked my nose off with that shirt." Brian groaned, but didn't move a muscle. "Shhhhh, baby." I laughed to myself.
I had just placed my hands on Brian's bare shoulders, about to start massaging him, when there was a knock at the door.
"Unless you're Ed Mc-Fucking-Mahan, go away!" Brian sat up, throwing me off of him, and screeched at the door.
Then there was another knock.
"Oooh, baby! It's The Prize Patrol and Ed with our million dollars!" I laughed and hopped up off the bed to answer it.
I had to admit I was hoping that it WAS Ed McMahan or I'd have to kill someone. I walked over to the door, and yanked it open, about to kick ass, but still smiling. When I opened the door, I saw A.J. standing there.
"Okay, ten seconds to run and you don't die." I stated blandly. "Matt, Nick asked me to come get you." A.J. stated quickly. "One." "Boy, it's important." A.J. stated. "Two." "Come on, Matt. You know I wouldn't be here bugging you if it wasn't." "Three." "He locked himself in the fucking bathroom and won't come out. He only said he'd come out if you came down there to help him with something." A.J. spoke quickly. "I am not going into the bathroom to help Nick with anything." I laughed loudly. "Baby, you better tell Ed I'm gonna break his hip if he don't leave!" Brian shouted from within the room. "Pleeeeeeeease, Matt? I don't want him to stay the night in the fucking bathroom." A.J. practically got on his knees and begged. "Ah, fuck." I groaned. "Thank you!" A.J. cheered up. "Brian, I'll be back in a few. Don't go to sleep, boy!" I hollered. "You better hurry, boy!" Brian shouted. "I will." I sighed as I shut the door. "Thank you soooooo much. He won't even let ME come into the bathroom! Can you fucking believe it? I'm his goddamn boyfriend, and he won't let me come in!" A.J. queened out as we walked down the hall to his room. "He better pray this is fucking important." I stated. "Well, it has to be pretty important if he'll only let YOU go in there." A.J. replied.
A.J. and I quickly made our way down to his room. A.J. swung the door open and let me in. I stormed over to the bathroom door and knocked.
"Matt, is that you?" I could barely hear Nick speak. "Boy, this better be goddamn important. You better have flushed your dick down the toilet or something." I stated thru the door. "Let me in."
I heard Nick click the lock on the door, and I quickly opened it and walked in. Nick was sitting there on the toilet, his pants down around his ankles.
"Oh good lord!" I turned to leave the bathroom. "Don't leave! Close the door!" Nick shouted.
Just by reaction, I slammed the door. I stayed there, facing the door, not wanting to look back at Nick on the shitter.
"Matt, I have a problem." Nick stated in a low voice behind me. "Don't tell me you need me to help you wipe." I tried to laugh. "Turn around, damnit." Nick demanded. "Nick, I don't need to see you on the crapper." I turned around, but averted my eyes. "Matt, you're not going to believe this." Nick stood up, his pants still around his ankles. "You're right, I don't believe it already!" I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm going to tell you what's wrong. And you can't tell another living soul, especially the guys, k?" Nick stared me down. "Okay, that's fine, but can you cover your dick atleast?" I was about to start rolling. "What I'm about to tell you is alot more embarassing than you seeing my dick, Matt." Nick blushed. "Oh good lord." I finally looked down and saw Nick naked for the first time. "What?" Nick looked down to see what I was looking. "Goddamn you're hung!" I practically screamed as I tilted my head sideways to look. "Shhhhhhh, A.J.'s right outside the door, boy!" "Do you have a kneecup to hold that thing or what?" I was already laughing hard.
Nick just blushed.
"Damn, no wonder A.J. walks funny!" I laughed loudly. "Damnit, Matt. That's not what I called you down here for! I have a real problem!" Nick blushed more. "Okay, I'm sorry." I held onto the sink and tried to stop laughing. "What's wrong, boy?" "Well," Nick sat back down on the toilet. "A.J. and I had sex last night."
I just stood there.
"And, well, I think he lost something." "Do what?" I wasn't following. "I think he left something IN ME." Nick gave a bigger hint. "Left what?" I cocked my head. "Damnit, Matt." Nick shook his head, still blushing. "Well, explain boy!" I laughed. "Matt, he lost the condom up....there." Nick whispered, looking me in the eye. "OH!" I put my hand over my mouth. "Now YOU are blushing." Nick giggled. "Well, what do you want me to do? Do I need to take you to the doctor, or what?" I asked quickly. "Matt, do you really think I'm going to the ER and tell them my boyfriend lost his condom up my asshole?" Nick shook his head. "I can't get it out. I tried." "True. Well, what else? Have you tried, ya' know, using the bathroom?" "Yeah, but I can't go. I don't need to go." "Well, then what?" "I thought maybe you could, ya' know..." Nick looked up at me. "Oh, no no no. I'm not digging that out of your ass." I tried to keep my voice low. "Matt, I can't tell A.J. This is too fucking embarassing. And I can't go to the doctor!"
I just stood there for a minute, wanting to open the door and run.
"Matt, this is completely embarassing to me, but you KNOW I don't want to tell the guys. And I just can't go to the ER." Nick pleaded. "Oh, sweet jesus." I crinkled my nose. "Hold on."
I cracked the bathroom door slightly.
"A.J.?" "Yeah?" A.J. tried to peek his head in the door. "Go to your wet bar and bring me the first bottle of liquor you see. "Why?" "Just do it!" "Fine. Chill out." A.J. walked away from the door.
I stood there and waited at door for a few minutes, then A.J. came back.
"How about Jack Daniel's?" A.J. pushed the bottle thru the door. "That'll work, thanks." I took the bottle and shut the door. "Oh great, you need liquor to look at my ass." Nick laughed. "I don't need it to LOOK--but if I'm gonna dig in there, hell yeah." I laughed and screwed the lid off the top and took a healthy chug. "So, how do we do this?" Nick blushed. "Um....okay, bend over, your butt facing this way, and grab the toilet." I explained. "Aight." Nick didn't bother saying anything else, he just stood, then bent over and grabbed the toilet like I requested. "Okay, now bear down, 'cause this is really gonna hurt." I groaned.
I took another healthy chug of the whiskey and set the bottle down on the counter.
"Be careful." Nick whinced as I knelt down behind him. "Ever hear of fisting?" I asked quickly as I peered at his asshole. "Oh god, no." "Yeah, it's gonna be alot like that." I crinkled my nose and reached for Nick's ass. "Thank God I took my watch off already." "Stop making jokes and get this over with." Nick clutched tighter on the toilet.
Nick didn't even whince, but when I started to reach farther he did.
"HOLY FUCK!"
"Are you two alright?" A.J. asked us with wide eyes as we exited the bathroom. "Oh god, I don't know." Nick waddled out of the bathroom behind me. "I'm going back to my room and crying myself to sleep now." I groaned, holding my stomach. "What were you two doing in there?" A.J. asked.
Nick and I just looked at each other, and I clutched my stomach tighter.
"Well?" A.J. was getting impatient. "You soooooo owe me." I looked at Nick, then left their room as quickly as I could.
I stayed outside of their room door for a minute, and could hear A.J. asking Nick what happened, and Nick just telling him to forget it. I knew A.J. was curious as to what I was doing to Nick that was making him scream like he was being fisted. Well he was, but that wasn't the point. However, Nick wasn't going to ever tell a living soul about this. I didn't have any plans for admitting it, either. In twenty years, after many hours of therapy, I knew I'd look back on all this and laugh. I quickly made my way down the hall, still holding my stomach. I just wanted to go back to Brian and hold him, and forget I ever had my hand up Nick's asshole. When I got back down to our room, I could tell all the lights were out. I slowly opened the door, trying not to make much noise. As I closed the bedroom door behind me, it was pitch black in the room. I went into the bathroom and thoroughly washed my hands again. I didn't think I'd stop washing my hands for a long long time. I exited the bathroom, and made my way into the bedroom. Brian was curled up under the covers, fast asleep. I sighed to myself and slowly stripped my shirt and shorts off. I threw my clothes on the floor and crawled under the covers next to Brian. I pulled him into me and held him against me, feeling his chest move up and down.
"So, what was Nick's problem?" Brian spoke softly. "Oh, I thought you were asleep." I whispered. "Just about." Brian giggled. "So, what was it?" "Oh good lord, I can't tell 'cause I promised, but you don't want to know anyway." "Sounds exciting. But if you promised, I won't beg." "Shall we sleep, or you still want that massage?" I hugged him tightly. "I just need sleep. I want to be rested when Harold and mom and dad get here." Brian sighed. "Oh fuck, I forgot that I'm dying tomorrow." I groaned. "Oh, boy just be quiet and hold me." Brian laughed and curled tightly up against me.
(Part 12)
"Matt!" I heard A.J.'s voice as he knocked on the bedroom door. "I'm still getting dressed! Goddamn you guys need to leave me alone for two damn minutes!" I screamed. "They're going to be here any minute, Matt!" "Fuck off!" I screeched as I ripped the shirt I had on off and yanked another one out of the closet.
The next thing I knew, A.J. barged into the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Goddamn, boy. Brian's parents are going to be in here in like ten minutes, and you're in your damn boxers?" "A.J., I'm meeting my boyfriend's parents in like ten minutes, and I have to look presentable. I may as well look good to the people that hate my guts." I explained as I pulled another shirt out. "Okay, enough of this. Sit down." A.J. grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me over to the bed and sat me down. "I have to get dressed." "Just sit. How do you want to look?" A.J. asked and went back to the closet. "Like myself, but way more acceptable to parents." I sighed. "Okay, now what's the problem with you meeting his parents?" A.J. asked as he rummaged thru the closet. "They're going to hate me, A.J. Hullo?" "Why do you think that?" "I'm gay and I'm dating their son. Do they need an excuse?" I asked as I quickly lit a smoke. "And you smoke." A.J. turned his head and looked at me over the top of his sunglasses. "Well, I'm sure it won't help, but nothing else will calm me down." I exhaled. "You just need to chill. I've met Brian's parents and his brother. They're really cool people." "Did you tell them you were gay and fucking their son?!?" I exclaimed sarcastically. "Well, no." "Then shut up and find me something to wear." I tried to laugh. "My, my, my. Someone's having a red dollar day." A.J. made a "tsking" sound. "You and Brian both keep telling me that they'll like me. Do you really think they will like me, A.J.?" I asked quickly. "What's not to like? You're a great guy. And just so you know, Brian's already talked to his parents about you, and he told me they were so happy he found someone that they wouldn't shut up for days. He said they didn't even care it was a guy." A.J. turned to me with an evil grin. "Really?" "Yeah. Jackie told Brian that his dad and brother loved you in Club Kids." "You better not be lying." I squinted my eyes. "I'm totally serious. Oh, and Nick told me what happened last night." A.J. turned to me with a shirt and pants in his arms. "Really? That was nasty wasn't it?" I groaned at the thought again. "Yeah, how'd did ya'll manage to fix it?" A.J. leaned in to me.
I looked into A.J.'s eyes and realized he was milking me for info.
"You're such a goddamn liar!" I laughed. "What?" A.J. smiled innocently. "I'm not gonna tell you what happened, so get over it." I kept laughing as I grabbed the clothes out of his arms and headed to the bathroom. "Oh, come on. He won't tell me!" A.J. squealed. "No, I ain't gonna. Now wait here whilst I get dressed." I gave a smile as I closed the bathroom door.
"Stop fucking with that button." A.J. slapped my hands away from my neck as we walked down the stairs together. "I'm nervous, aight?" "Well, stop it. You look like your fidgeting." "Hello, I am fidgeting!" I replied as I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket. "I don't think meeting his family with a cigarette in your mouth would be best." A.J. tried to snatch the pack away from me. "I have an addiction, damnit!" I screeched and pulled the pack away. "Oh fine, just put it out before they pull up." A.J. sighed at me. "Thank you, kind sir." I replied before shoving a cigarette between my lips and lighting it. "Better?" A.J. turned to face me as we approached the front door. "Yes, I'm feeling a bit better." "Good." A.J. looked at his watch. "They should be here in like ten minutes. Now what are you going to say when you meet them?" "I don't know, something like 'Nice to meet you Mrs. Littrell'. Then I'll puke on her or something." "Nice. Let's do it." A.J. laughed.
I exhaled a cloud of smoke and followed A.J. out to the front where all the guys were sitting around the porch, waiting for Brian's family to arrive.
"Hey, baby!" Brian smiled widely at me. "Yo." I raised my hand over my head in a fist, pretending to be completely in control. "Why aren't they here yet?" A.J. asked a rhetorical question. "Matt, why do you look like a Catholic school boy?" Kevin turned to look at me. "Goddamnit, A.J.!" I screeched as I blew smoke out. "What?!?" "I told you to pick out a good outfit, not make me look like a nerd!" "You look fine, boy, don't let Kevin pick on you." A.J. countered.
I paused for a second, and looked down at myself.
"I DO look like a Catholic school boy! I've gotta change. They're gonna think their son is fucking a nerd!" I screeched and headed for the front door.
Before I had a chance to open the door, I heard the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. A.J. quickly grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me back around to face the driveway. Brian just looked back at me and laughed before heading down the steps. I just watched the limo as it slowly approaced the front of the compound where we were standing. Suddenly, I got the incredible urge to just run and not look back. I knew they were going to hate me. A.J. just held onto my shoulders tightly and tried to push me towards the steps to follow Brian. After a few good shoves, and one discreet slap on the ass, I got moving and followed Brian. A.J. and I finally made our way to the bottom of the steps. A.J. let go of me, and let me stand at Brian's side of my own accord. Brian turned his head and smiled at me, then wrapped his hand in mine, lacing his fingers between mine. I tried to smile back at him, but my stomach was so tight I thought I was going to faint. I managed to stay where I was, only my knees getting weak, as the limo pulled up and stopped a few feet in front of us. Brian held my hand tighter as the door to the limo opened and a woman's head popped out.
"Ma!!!" Brian screeched as he let go of my hand, ran over and grabbed the woman. "Brian!" His mother screamed back and pulled him into a hug.
I just stood there and watched them hug and dote over each other, nervous as hell. Brian began to tell his mother how much he missed her, and how much he was glad she came to visit as the other side of the limo opened and an older man slowly got out and stretched, then a younger guy got out. When I saw the younger guy, I knew it had to be Harold, Jr., Brian's brother. They looked so much alike it was unreal. Ofcourse, Harold looked more straight. If that's actually possible.
"Matt?" I heard my name and shot a glance over at Brian. "Matt, com'ere."
I smiled nervously and walked over to Brian and his mother.
"Mom, this is Matt." Brian smiled proudly and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Littrell." I extended my hand. "You're dating my son?" She looked me up and down. "Um, yes ma'am." I got very nervous. "You're dating my son?" She began laughing.
I just looked over at Brian. Brian looked back quizzically.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just don't know how my son is dating someone with such good manners." She stopped laughing. "Mom!" Brian laughed. "My name's Jackie, Matt. It's great to meet you." Jackie dodged my extended arm and pulled me into a hug. "Nice to meet you, Jackie." I gave a small sigh of relief as I hugged her back.
My stomach slowly began to feel better as Jackie hugged me tightly, then pulled back to look at me. She just had that "motherly" look. Very accepting and awfully nice. I knew all this just from the way she looked at me. I don't know what I had been worrying about. Afterall, she gave birth to Brian. She had to be halfway decent.
"Now, you have to meet these other two jokers I brought with me." Jackie smiled as she pulled away and wrapped her arm around mine.
She quickly drug me around to the other side of the limo towards Brian's father and his brother. Both of them looked like they just realized there were other people around.
"Matt, this is Harold, Sr. Brian's father." Jackie stated as we approached. "Harold, this is Matt!" "Nice to meet you, Mr. Littrell." I tried my best to use my best manners again. "Very nice to meet you, Matt. You can call me Harold." Brian's father extended his hand and gave me a firm handshake. "Now, this one over here is my other bundle of joy." Jackie dragged me over to Harold, Jr. "This must be Brian's brother." I stated. "You look alot like him." "I'm much sexier, though." Harold turned up his nose, then looked at me with a wide smile. "Ah, it doesn't take much." I laughed and extended my hand. "Nice to meet you." "Hey!" Brian looked at me and laughed from the other side of the limo. "Nice to meet you, too. I've heard alot about you." Harold had his mother's eyes. "All bad, I'm sure." I smiled as I glanced over at Brian. "No, no, all good, really." "Hey, mom! We all have to go rehearse in like fifteen minutes. Why don't you guys let Matt show you where you'll be staying, then he can bring you to rehearsal so you can see what we're working on for the show, okay?" Brian stated quickly over the top of the limo. "Oh, okay, sweetie. You boys run along. Matt can show us where our rooms are." "It's great seeing you again, mommy." Brian dashed over and hugged his mother real quick, then took off with the guys. "Mommy? Awwwww, isn't that cute?" Nick ruffled Brian's hair as they walked back towards the front door.
Jackie and I laughed as the guys walked away. After the guys walked in the front door, I suddenly realized I was left all alone with three strangers.
"Well, I guess we should get your luggage and I can show you where you'll be staying." I turned and smiled at the three of them. "This is a beautiful place." Howard, Jr. stated as the limo driver opened the trunk for us. "Yeah, it is, isn't it? It belongs to the record label." "When do the boys head out on tour?" Howard, Sr. asked. "Um, well they rehearse here for four weeks, then we're off to our first stop in Vegas. Here, let me get that." I grabbed Jackie's luggage before she could. "Oh, thank you, Matt." She smiled. "They rehearse for a full month?" Harold, Jr. followed up. "It seems like a long time, but this is a huge show. They have three albums of songs they can do now." I smiled. "That's true, I suppose." He smiled back. "Well, if you three will follow me, I'll show you where your rooms are, then I'll take you down to see the guys dance."
Brian's family followed me as we trudged up the front steps, into the compound, and made our way up the stairs to the second floor.
In here is where the guys are rehearsing. I stopped at the door that led into the dance studio as the three of them followed me. I pushed the door open with my backside, and immediately we heard "Let's Have A Party" playing very loudly and Fatima shouting over the music.
"Follow me." I smiled as I held the door for them to come in.
The four of us walked in and followed the hallway down to where it opened up into the huge room. Fatima was standing by the wall to our left, in front of all the mirrors as the five of the guys danced in front of her. Fatima was shouting at each of them each time they made a mistake. We slowly entered the room and stood against the wall closest to the exit just to watch. Fatima saw us all standing there, and stopped screaming, and just let the guys dance. Brian saw us standing there, and began doing much better than he was. He was probably wanting to show his parents how good he was, but I knew he was showing off. Finally, the music stopped and Fatima began clapping, telling the guys they did a "great job". Brian came dashing over to us, slightly out of breath.
"Hey, baby." Brian smiled and kissed me quickly. "Brian!" I was embarassed. "Oh, it's okay, Matt." Harold, Sr. smiled at me. "Boy, they know we're together. I think they've figured out that we kiss, too." Brian laughed loudly. "Among other things." Nick mumbled from across the room, making the guys laugh. "Shut up!" I laughed. "Hey, bro. I'm getting hungry." Harold, Jr. rubbed his stomach. "Well, Matt can take ya'll to lunch if you're hungry." Brian turned to me with those big blue eyes. "I'm not real hungry, sweetie. But thank you." Jackie smiled at Brian. "Me either." Harold, Sr. followed up. "Well then I'll get you two chairs to sit in to watch, and Matt can take Harold out for a bite to eat. "Aight, let's go, Matt." Harold grabbed me by the arm and drug me out of the room.
(Part 13)
"So, how did you guys meet?" Harold asked as the waitress left our table. "Well, we were both on a talk show in L.A. The Todd Hansen show. We met there, then Brian invited me to go out with him and the guys, and things just happened." I tried to make it short and sweet. "That's cool. You guys have been together since then?" "Basically. We broke up for awhile there, but we're back together." "Why'd you guys break up?"
I just looked at Harold and smiled as the waitress brought our drinks back.
"Do you guys know what you want to eat?" She took a pad out of her apron. "Yeah, I'll have the Bourbon Street steak. Medium Rare." "Good choice. And for you?" She turned to me, but didn't look up from her pad. "Um, I'll have the oriental chicken salad. Extra dressing on the side." "Okay. Do the drinks look okay?" "Everything's fine, thank you." I smiled. "Okay, I'll be back in a bit." With that, she was gone again. "So, why did you guys break up?" Harold took a sip of his beer. "God, you ask a lot of questions." I giggled as I took a sip of my rum and coke. "Touchy subject, eh? No problem. I understand. We can stop talking about you guys." Harold smiled. "No, it's okay, it's just, well, let's talk about you." "Sounds like a plan. What do you want to know?" Harold crossed his arms and leaned on the table of the booth. "Um, let's see. How long have YOU known Brian?" I teased. "I guess you really don't know much about me, do you?" Harold grinned. "Not really, no. Brian doesn't talk much about you." "Oh, I see how it is." Harold leaned back, teasing me. "No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, well I don't talk much about MY family, so I think he doesn't talk about you guys so I don't feel out of place. Something like that anyway." I replied quickly. "Understood. Why don't you talk about your family much?" "Damn. Do you want to know what blood type I am, too?" I laughed. "No, but I figure you're pretty much my brother-in-law, so you may as well let me get to know you." Harold smiled again. "Aight." I conceded and took a big gulp of my rum and coke. "We broke up because of jealousy factors surrounding the fact that Justin Timberlake tried to get in my pants. Brian didn't like it, and I couldn't take it back, so we seperated. And I don't talk about my family much because my mother is a bitch, can't accept that I'm gay, and refused to meet Brian when we went to Dallas for a vacation."
I took a quick breath.
"God, you didn't hold out long." Harold busted out laughing. "Well, I'm pacifying you." "Ah, ha. So, big question coming." "Oh good lord, now what?" "Do you love my brother?"
I just looked at Harold for a minute.
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked that?" Harold grinned and sat back a little bit. "No, no, it's okay, I just don't know why you asked." I cocked an eyebrow. "I just do." "Yes, I love your brother a lot. Very, very much." I replied. "Good." "Does it bother you that your brother is gay?" "Huh?!?" Harold almost spit his beer out. "Don't tell me you didn't know." I teased. "No, I just wasn't expecting THAT." "Well, does it?" "I guess it did at first. But, I learned that he's still the same great guy he was before. And, atleast if he's gay, he goes out with great guys, so I can't complain too much." Harold smiled. "Ah, thank you." I pretended to be embarassed. "Well, I'm glad I got you all alone." Harold began. "Why's that?" "Because after this, you and I are going to go cause some trouble." Harold grinned evily. "You know, I've done that with Nick and A.J., and it sorta pisses Brian off." I laughed. "Yeah, but I'm his bro, so he won't mind." Harold smiled. "Oh, fine. But if I get in trouble, I'm whooping your ass." I laughed. "Fair nuff."
(Part 14)
"Shhhhhhhhh!" Harold laughed as I slammed the front door behind us. "Shhhhh, I'm hunting wabbits!" I busted out laughing as Harold put his arm around my shoulder and followed me towards the stairs. "Be quiet, we dont' want to wake anyone up." Harold shushed me. "Oh, okay, let's be quiet." I dramatically began tiptoeing up the stairs. "Good, let's not wake up my parents. I don't want to explain THIS to them." Harold laughed lowly. "Good point." I agreed as we reached the top of the stairs. "Well, Mr. Matt, it's been fun. Thanks for paying." Harold smiled. "No problem. Next time we go out, it's your treat." I teased. "I think I can handle that." Harold laughed. "Aight, I'm going to bed." "Go get him, boy!" Harold exclaimed. "Shhhhhhhhh!" I laughed. "Oh, right. Quiet." He laughed and headed towards his room. "Nite." I whispered before stumbling down the hall towards my room.
I don't know how I managed, as drunk as I was, to make it from the stairs down the long hall to Brian and my room. I know I bumped into the wall a couple times, but I managed to get to the door and let myself in. I closed the door slowly behind me, so as to not make too much noise. I just stripped where I was. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and slid my pants off. I stumbled over to the bed and lifted the covers, slowly crawling into bed next to Brian. Brian was on his back, so I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Hey, I think Jack Daniels just crawled into bed with me." Brian giggled lowly. "Okay, so Harold got me drunk. Blame him!" I laughed. "Yeah, I bet it was all his fault." Brian hugged me close and giggled again. "It was, just ask him." I groaned. "That's okay, baby. I trust you." Brian kissed the top of my head. "I'm soooo tired baby." I sighed. "Well, go to sleep boy." Brian laughed. "Oh, but mom and dad told me that I've found a very nice young man to date." "Thank god. Now hold me tighter." I giggled. "Aight, baby. I love you." Brian kissed the top of my head again. "Nite nite." "Nite, baby."
To Be Continued......
Here's a Sheryl Crow song I thought would be good to end with. Until next time.....
Members Only
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again He seems to be stuck in the 80's He wears his members only jacket Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies
And all the white folks shake their asses Looking for the two and four I'll have mine in martini glasses Cause I can't take it anymore
These are the days of empty kitchens The rise and fall of Mary Ellen's hairdo I think she's found a new religion Studying the Kabalah in her J.Crew
And all the rich kids shake their asses Looking for the two and four Well I'll have mine with Blackstrap molasses Cause I can't taste it anymore No I can't taste it anymore
My friend Gregg says it's all good As the eastern seaboard's blown away Now everything is going half-price So look at all the money we saved
And all the politicians shake their asses Looking for the backdoor I'll just be hanging out with the lasses Cause they don't like the boys no more No and I can't take it anymore