Well folks, here's the next section to Bad Boy B-Rok as promised. I was amazed at how many of you guys enjoyed the last section so much. It was quite a bit different theme than most of my others, so it was a pleasant surprise. And, for once, I didn't get any complaints about there not being enough sex scenes in it! LOL So, that was nice, too. However, here's an update on the last section. A large chunk was cut out of the middle of the section. It's been fixed now and reposted, so you might want to go back and re-read so that you will catch all the goodies you missed. There was about 20K missing. LOL As always, shout out to one of my favorite people in the world--Matt. What's up buddy? Also, shout out to Jesse. You'd probably throw a fit if I didn't say "hey". LOL So, remember folks, this is all fiction, blah blah blah, you've gotten the point sometime during the last three years. If you have any questions, answers, concerns, want to say you hated or loved the story, e-mail me at worknprog@yahoo.com! Here we go again, same old shit again:
"I always thought I'd be a mom. Sometimes I wish for a mistake. The longer that I wait, the more selfish that I get. You seem like you'd be a good dad. Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life. How'd I get so faithful to my freedom when all I ever wanted was the simple things? A simple kind of life."~Gwen Stefani in the song 'Simple Kind Of Life'.
The World Tour Bad Boy B-Rok (Part 11) By-Lep
"Goddamnit, Brian, stop it!" I hollered as he threw another plate down on the tile of the kitchen.
"Shut up!" Brian fell backwards.
He caught himself on the counter, but managed to knock two more plates to the floor. The end result was another crash of glass.
"Brian, you're tearing up the fucking house. Stop this fucking shit right now!" I reached for Brian, trying not to step on any shattered plates and grabbed the collar of his shirt.
Brian pushed himself back up off the counter and tried to yank his shirt out of my hand. When I didn't let go, and he couldn't get me to budge, Brian jerked back quickly, then threw his fist out at me. I ducked quickly, just barely missing a fist in the eye. I fell back, landing on my ass in the entrance to the kitchen. Brian fell back, landing on his ass in the pile of broken glass. Thank God he was wearing jeans. I sat there on my ass, my hands behind me, propping myself up as I winced at the pain coming from my backside and just stared at Brian. Brian just sat there and sneered at me.
"Did you just try to hit me?" My eyes got wide.
Brian just looked back at me with contempt. It seemed like nothing was going to register with him.
"You tried to fucking hit me, Brian." I started to get up, hauling myself up off my ass.
Brian watched me for a minute, then the sneer slowly melted off his face, and his eyes got wide. He looked scared, then his eyes got wide and watery. I cussed under my breat as I stepped over Brian and got into the pantry to get the broom and dust pan. I was still mumbling as stepped back over Brian to begin sweep glass shards into the dustpan. I got to my knees and swept the shards up, then turned slightly to dump the pan in the trashcan. I turned back and swept more, then dumped it. Finally, the only bit of glass left was under Brian's ass.
"Would you mind standing your drunk ass up?" I growled.
"I'm so sorry, Matt." Brian began boo-hooing.
"First you're a mean drunk, then a weepy drunk? Get a grip, Brian." I had absolutely no patience at this point.
The lamp in the living room was smashed, the light fixture in the dining room was smashed all to shit, and now our plates were all gone. I guess I know what I would have to do the next day. If he kept this up much longer, I'd have to make fifty more movies to pay for the cost of all the replacements. Brian pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them, his arms hugging his legs tightly to him.
"What the hell is wrong now? You've smashed all my shit, what could possibly be making you cry?" I growled again and shoved him off the glass so I could sweep it up.
"I didn't mean it." Brian croaked from somewhere between his knees.
"You're just lucky that Booker and Donna weren't here to see this, or I'd be whooping your ass all up and down the street." I stated hatefully as I emptied the last bit into the trashcan, walked over to the pantry and put the dustpan and broom up.
"Matt, I really didn't mean it." Brian cried.
I walked over to the doorway and looked back at Brian still on the floor, holding his knees to his chest.
"I'm going to bed, Brian. I'm sure you didn't mean it this time. I'm sure you didn't mean it last night. I'm sure you didn't mean it the last ten days. I'm positive you're still in control of everything, boy. That's why I've had to buy a new T.V., replace a window, buy a couple new shirts and pry a whiskey bottle out of the wall. And the way it looks, I'm gonna have to go buy a new lamp, light fixture and plates tomorrow. So you know what, don't tell me you didn't mean it. Don't tell me you're fucking sorry. You're way past sorry right now." My voice got louder and louder until I was almost screaming at the end of my rant.
"Do you want me to sleep on the couch again?" Brian sobbed.
"Sleep wherever the fuck you want. It's not like you're going to listen anyway." I shouted and practically slapped the switch on the wall to turn the light off.
My face got redder and redder as I walked thru the dining room and living room towards my bedroom. I was so mad I wished Brian had actually succeeded at hitting me so I would have been justified in beating the ever loving shit out of him. I felt bad for feeling that way, but for the last ten days my apartment had been terrorized by a mean drunk that couldn't get a grip on reality.
Brian was upset that HE chose to leave the tour and was able to go on without him. Brian was upset that HE was playing Betty homemaker with me instead of listening to screaming fans all day and night. Brian was upset that HE chose to get attached to Booker when I wasn't sure we were going to keep him. Brian was upset that HE chose to drink so much. Brian was upset that I didn't understand getting drunk to cope with things. And I'm sure Brian was upset that I didn't understand him wanting to make my apartment look like a warzone. I'm alm positive that Brian was upset that HE chose to drink so much and make me not want to have sex with him. I'm just glad Booker and Donna were gone each time Brian came home and started fights intentionally with me.
This was all getting out of hand. When Brian made the sacrifice to take the rest of the tour off and help me with my situation, I admired him for that. I thought maybe keeping Booker would work. He was great with Booker and Donna loved the idea of leaving Booker with Brian and I. When I saw Brian and Booker together, it was so cute I got sick to my stomach. However, after the last week and a half, I wasn't so sure about anything to do with Brian or Booker.
I made my way into the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom and stripped down. It was only nine o'clock. Brian had made record time tonight. Usually it was midnight or later. I put my boxers and tee on and took my time brushing my teeth, l not wanting to leave the privacy and security of the bathroom. No telling what might come flying at me when I opened the door. I hated the fact that the guy I knew was good all the way thru and thru was choosing to play the role of a toned down "abusive" lover. I rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth and exited the bathroom, walking into my dark bedroom. Even in the dark, I could make out Brian's figure on the bed. He was curled up in a ball on his side of the bed.
I sighed softly and went over to the bed. I slowly got under the covers, making sure I was turned away from Brian. I laid there for a minute, staring at the red numbers on the clock next to the bed, not really feeling tired. I cringed when I felt Brian move, coming closer towards me.
"Matt, I really don't mean any of this." Brian spoke softly.
I could still smell the liquor on him.
"I know you don't, Brian." I sighed. "But you have got to stop this shit."
"I'm sorry." Brian's voice wavered a bit.
"I know you are." I exhaled heavily.
"I'm just so tired and upset. It's hard for me, you know." Brian started out.
I sat up quickly and flipped on the bedside lamp and stared down at Brian.
"It's hard for you? Listen, baby, you can get out of this anytime you want. I can't. Fucking deal with it. So you quit the tour for Booker and myself. I admire you for that, Brian. I really do. But don't pull this, 'it's hard on me so I'm gonna get drunk everynight' bullshit with me. My sister is dying, I might have to become a daddy, and I sure as hell ain't working right now. Don't give me your excuses. Give me a little more credit than that."
"Chill out, Matt. You know what I mean. I didn't mean it was hard for me and not you. I just meant, it's hard is all." Brian's eyes were bloodshot as he looked up at me.
"I just don't want to hear it, Brian."
"I know, I know. I just don't want you to think I'm doing this because it's fun."
"Then fucking don't do it, Brian. You're killing your body, your destroying my apartment and you're pissing me the fuck off."
"Just help me, Matt. Just love me, aight?" Brian began crying.
I sat there for a minute, looking down at Brian as he put his hands in front of his face as he cried. I felt bad for him, I really did. I knew this wasn't a choice, he was just out of it right now. I probably would be acting more compassionate if I didn't have everything on my shoulders, too. I knew ultimately I would be keeping Booker. I knew Donna was going to be gone very soon. Over the matter of a couple weeks, Donna had gotten more and more frail. She looked like a walking skeleton. I was afraid to let her go off with Booker like this. I was afraid she'd have a spell and pass out and Booker wouldn't know who to call for help. I eventually gave Donna my cell phone to take in case she had to call for anything. Besides, she always came back with Booker before midnight. I didn't ask her where they went or anything. I knew she just wanted to spend as much time alone with Booker as possible. And that was cool with me.
"Brian, you're such an ass." I couldn't help but smile down at him as I reached out and stroked his hair.
"I know, baby." Brian cried harder.
"You look like hell, too." I tried to laugh as I noticed how greasy his hair was. "You don't smell so nice, either."
"Jeez, just make me feel better." Brian looked up at me and tried to laugh between his sobs.
"What good are you to me now?" I teased. "You stink, you're all dirty and greasy and drunk to boot. You can't do anything for me now."
"I'm sorry, baby." Brian cried harder.
I laid down next to Brian and held him tightly to me as he cried into my chest for several minutes. I just stroked his greasy hair as he cried, letting him get it all out. Finally, I scootched out of bed and walked over to his side. He was still fully dressed, shoes and everything.
"Come on, baby." I slowly pulled him up off the bed.
"Where're we going?" Brian leaned against me drunkenly.
"We're gonna clean you up. You look like hammered shit." I elbowed him lightly with a dry laugh.
"Okay." Brian tried to smile at me as I had to practically drag him towards the bathroom.
"A shower, shave and definitely a shampoo and you'll be good to go." I laughed as I opened the bathroom door and pulled him in.
I walked Brian over to the toilet and sat him down, making sure he wasn't going to tip over before I left him there to go run a bath for him. I thought I'd help him shower, but he was definitely in no shape to stay standing that long. I loved the bathtub. It was big enough for five people and had the jets so it could be a jacuzzi if the need arised. It would be alot easier getting him in here than it would be a regular sized bathtub. I added some bubbles to the water after I had pushed the stopper down. A little extra soap defintiely wouldn't hurt him.
"Come on, baby, stand up." I held my hands out to Brian as the bathtub ran behind me.
"Aight." Brian grabbed my hands and staggered to his feet.
"Let's get these clothes off of you." I stated as I helped him stand.
"You haven't said that in awhile." Brian teased.
"I know, I'm sorry baby." I apologized as I looked into his eyes and worked on his belt.
"Well, it's good to hear."
"Yeah, but if you're silly butt hadn't gotten drunk it might not just be for a bath." I teased.
"What? Don't want me now?"
"I don't think you'd be able to perform with as much liquor as you have running thru your body." I laughed as I slowly knelt to push his pants and underwear down.
"Oh really?" Brian looked down at me as rolled his pants down to his ankles.
"Really. Now hold brace yourself against the wall, baby."
As soon as Brian was sturdily holding himself up, I raised his right foot and pull his pants off that leg, then did the same with the left. I slowly stood up again, coming eye to eye with him.
"Why'd you come up so soon?" Brian teased.
"I don't want to touch nothing down there with my bath 'til we get atleast one layer of dirt off of you, buddy." I laughed as I began to unbutton his shirt.
Brian didn't answer, he just move his head forward far enough kiss me softly on the lips. The Jack Daniels was strong, but I still enjoyed the kiss.
"And we need to brush those teeth." I teased and leaned forward to kiss him again.
"Okay, baby." Brian kissed me again.
"Now stop it, I can't concentrate on your shirt if you keep doing that." I laughed and undid another button, but not before kissing him again.
"I love you, baby." Brian smiled at me.
"You know I love you, too. Even if you're an ass sometimes."
"I know, baby."
"There we go." I slid his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms as soon as the last button was undone.
"Here." Brian tried to take his necklace off, but couldn't quite get the fingers to work the way he wanted.
"Let me do it." I laughed and reached behind him to unclasp it.
As soon as I got my face close enough, Brian planted his lips on mine again, letting his tongue slide into my mouth. I returned the kiss, but pulled away after I got the necklace off. I felt something hard poking me in my thigh. I looked down to see the makings of an erection on Brian.
"Well, thought you'd prove me wrong, eh?" I looked back up at Brian.
"Uh huh." Brian bit his bottom lip.
It was a simple expression, but it made me want to push him down and have my way with him right then and there. I shook my head with a laugh.
"We're getting you cleaned up first, mister." I pulled him towards the tub.
"Only if you come in with me." Brian pulled me back to face him.
I looked into those blue eyes that didn't look quite so bloodshot anymore and melted.
"Okay, baby. But get your fine butt in there first." I swatted his butt and pulled him towards the tub.
I helped Brian get into the water so that he wouldn't slip and break his neck. Brian sunk under the water and got his hair wet, then came back up, a collection of suds on the crown of his head. I smiled at him and slid my shirt off over my head.
"You gotta take the boxers off, too." Brian smiled evily.
"Well I sure as hell ain't gonna wear them in the water, goofy." I smiled and slipped them off.
"Come on, baby." Brian held a hand out towards me.
"Don't attack me when I get in there, we're cleaning your ass up first." I laughed and put one leg in the tub.
Brian ran a hand up my leg towards my thigh as I pulled my other leg into the tub and sat down across from him. I just smiled at him and moved closer. I reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of shampoo of the side of the tub.
"Okay, baby. Dip back under again." I pushed down on his head.
"Gladly." Brian grinned and went back under the water.
Before he could try anything, I pulled him back up to face me, more suds on the top of his head. I just laughed at him as I squirted a healthy handful of shampoo out and closed the bottle. I set the bottle back on the side of the tub and then began to scrub Brian's hair. Brian just smiled goofily at me as I scrubbed his head, trying to break the grease.
"I feel like I'm Booker or something." Brian laughed.
"Well, Booker doesn't do shots, baby." I teased.
"I hope not. He's not gonna drink 'til he's sixteen if I have anything to say about it, damnit!" Brian laughed.
"You're hopeless." I laughed and pushed him under the water.
Brian stayed under long enough to wash the shampoo out of his hair, then came back up, a grin on his face.
"What are you gonna wash next?" Brian bit his bottom lip again.
"Shut up and turn around." I laughed.
"Oh yeah, baby!" Brian teased.
I grabbed a washcloth off the side of the tub and the bar of soap and began to work on Brian's back. Brian moaned softly as I scrubbed his shoulders and back and lower back and down to his ass. I moved up to his arms and scrubbed them good, then back down to his butt. Brian leaned up enough so I could wash him good down there, then stretched out so I could get the backs of his legs good.
"Roll over, baby." I replied softly.
"This is the part I like." Brian was smiling softly as he turned over in the water.
I just smiled and moved closer to him, slowly washing the front of his neck and down his chest. I spent alot of time cleaning his chest and down to his stomach, making sure to wash him good where I'd have my mouth later. I moved down to his legs and scrubbed them from the top of his thigh down to his toes, watching his expression the whole time I did it. As soon as I was satisfied his legs were clean, I move forward again and put the rag on the side of the tub. I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered my hands up good.
"Close your eyes, baby." I stated.
Brian did as I said and closed his eyes, letting me begin to wash his face. I took my time, cleaning his face good. It was alot more fun to kiss when it was clean, ofcourse. When I was satisfied Brian was good and clean, I let him dunk his head under the water again to wash the soap off.
"You missed a part." Brian stated in a whisper as he came up.
"I know. I was saving the best for last." I smiled as I grabbed the washcloth again and got it nice and soapy.
Brian just kept his eyes on mine as I reached under the water with the cloth. He let out a soft moan as I grabbed his totally balls and began to slowly wash them with the cloth. I just watched him as I cleaned him good, cleaned the inside of his thighs, then his pubic area. Finally, I got to his cock, which was now standing at full attention, the head almost coming to the top of the water. I slowly began to rub up and down his cock, not rubbing too hard, but hard enough to clean him while he moaned. I rubbed him long enough to have him breathing heavy, then pulled my hand off of him. Brian's eyes shot wide open.
"Don't stop baby, please." He groaned softly and quietly.
"Baby, would you rather have your dick in a washcloth or in me?" I let him know that I didn't plan to stop anytime soon.
"Definitely you." Brian moved forward to wrap his arms around my neck and kiss me hard and passionately on the lips.
Yeah, he was definitely beginning to sober up.
I reached for the stopper and unplugged it, still kissing Brian as the water slowly drained out.
"Where were going?" Brian pulled back to ask.
"No where. I think we just need some clean water." I leaned forward to lick his lips, then began kissing him again.
"Not a bad idea." Brian groaned out as I let my fingertips play along the head of his hard cock.
As soon as the water was completely drained, I reached over and pushed the stopper back in and began running more water in the tub. I moved over to Brian until his cock was touching my own and began grinding against him, rubbing our two hard cocks together. Brian groaned and concentrated on kissing me, running his tongue in my mouth. As soon as the water was high enough, I shut it off and slowly pushed Brian farther down in the water. I slowly straddled his lap, letting his cock slide up my ass as I sat down on him. Brian looked up at me as I lifted myself enough and reached down to hold the head of his cock against my asshole.
Brian let out a slow groan as I slowly pushed down on him, biting my lower lip. It wasn't pain, I wanted to scream out in pleasure. Brian and I hadn't had sex in forever, and it felt so good to have him inside me again. I didn't stay sitting down on Brian for long, I quickly began moving up and down on him, his cock sliding up and down inside me. Brian screamed out once loudly as I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock, then reached down and furiously began fisting my cock, making me gasp loudly as I rode him. I knew it would be long before Brian would be unloading inside me.
"Oh shit, baby." Brian groaned loudly as he took his other hand and squeezed my balls slightly.
"Shit." I moaned my agreement as I began bouncing up and down harder on Brian, my cock swelling in his fist.
Brian turned me around, and had me on my hands and knees in the water quicker than I could think, his cock never leaving my ass. Brian wrapped his fingers around my cock again and began jerking me off under the water as he pounded away at my ass, his balls slapping my ass over and over as he thrust into me. I squeezed as hard as I could, trying to coax the cum right out of his balls as he made love to me. As soon as I squeezed down on him, my balls pulled up and I let out a scream, my cock firing off shot after shot of cum into the water. Brian let go of my cock and began groaning loudly. My ass tightening around his dick set him off and he thrust a final time, then I felt the first pulse of cum in my ass. Brian began thrusting again, not stopping until he had shot all he could into me.
"Damn, baby." Brian collapsed, falling on my back for support, his head on my shoulder.
"Goddamn that was good." I laughed. "That sober you up any?"
"Oh yeah." Brian nuzzled my neck.
"Good, now all we have to do is get those teeth brushed.
"Alright, baby." Brian laughed and reached between my ass and himself to pull his cock out of me.
I sighed loudly as I felt him leave my body. I felt so empty now. I sat down in the water and kissed him lighly on the lips.
"I'm glad you're so good to me, baby." Brian smiled and kissed me back.
"You're one lucky guy for sure." I teased and stood up.
"Do we have to leave already?"
"Well, Booker and Donna will be home soon. And if I know Booker, he'll be in here to sleep with us. So, I don't think I want him to find us naked in the tub, baby." I laughed.
"Oh, alright." Brian stood on his own and got out of the tub.
We both dried off thoroughly, and I put my boxers and tee back on. Brian took his time brushing his teeth, getting them nice and clean, then followed me into the bedroom to get dressed and into bed. We were both definitely going to sleep better tonight.
(Part 12)
"Uncle Matt." I slowly opened my eyes as I heard Booker's voice and little hands pulling at my arm.
I rolled over, facing away from Brian and found Booker standing there, his arms out to me.
"What's wrong, buddy?" I asked sleepily.
"I wanna sweep in here." He kept his hands held out to me.
"Booker, why don't you sleep in your bed tonight?" I reached out and stroked his hair.
"It's scary in there." He replied like I had forgotten.
"Will it help if I come in there for a bit?" I asked, my eyes getting heavy.
"Will you sleep with me in there?"
"For a bit." I tried to smile as I slid out of bed slowly as to not wake Brian, grabbed Booker and picked him up.
I Booker played with my hair and the collar of my shirt until we got into his room. I pulled the covers back farther and laid Booker down in the middle of the bed. He just looked up at me, waiting for me to crawl in beside him. I smiled sleepily and slid into bed next to him. Booker scootched over against my chest and I wrapped an arm around him, holding him close, his head resting just below my chin. We laid there until I was just about asleep, then Booker spoke up.
"Is momma going away?"
"Huh?" I tried to shake the sleep off.
"Momma said she's gotta go."
"When she tell you that?"
"Tonight. She said soon she'll have to go away. She said you and Uncle Brian would be my daddies." Booker played with the front of my shirt as he spoke.
"Did she?"
"Uh huh. She said you'd take care of me and love me and Uncle Brian would help."
I just laid there, thinking about all this for a second.
"You gonna take care of me?" Booker stopped playing with my shirt.
I looked down at him for a minute, thinking about it.
"Yeah, I'll take care of you, buddy." I leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
"Does Uncle Brian want to take care of me?" Booker went back to playing with my shirt.
"More than you'll ever know."
"I like Uncle Brian. He's silly." Booker giggled quietly.
"Yeah, he's somethin' else." I giggled with him.
"I wanna go McDonald's for bweakfast with Uncle Brian, again." Booker stated.
"I bet he'll take you tomorrow morning. I'll wake him up early so he can, okay?"
"Okay. Uncle Brian says I have four other uncles he's gonna meet me." I laughed at his use of words.
"You don't want to meet them." I began slowly. "They are crazier than your Uncle Brian and they smell worse, too."
Booker just giggled as I reached out to tickle him.
"Let's get some sleep, buddy. Alright?" I smiled at him and pulled him closer to me, holding him tight.
He nuzzled his head in my chest and it wasn't but a couple minutes that I heard his breathing slow down. He was fast asleep in a matter of minutes. I slowly got my arms from around him and crawled back out of the bed. I stayed for a couple seconds to make sure he was covered good, then made my way back to my room.
Brian was still laying in the bed, but he was now facing my side of the bed, groping around for me in his sleep. I just smiled to myself as I closed the door and padded over to the bed. I quickly got under the covers and his hand finally found me. I laughed too loud when he grabbed me and pulled me towards him roughly. Brian's eyes shot open and I couldn't help but laugh more at his expression.
"I'm sorry, baby." Brian giggled slightly.
"It's okay. I'm glad you missed me." I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Where'd you go?" Brian was confused.
"Well, Booker's actually sleeping in his bed tonight."
"You didn't give him any NyQuil did you?" Brian teased.
"No, you ass. I laid there with him 'til he passed out." I elbowed him.
"You know, I didn't really want him to sleep with us tonight." Brian sighed as he held me tighter.
"Why not?" I frowned.
Brian didn't answer, he just pressed his crotch up against me. I got the drift.
"Horny little sucker tonight, ain'tcha?" I kissed him gently.
"You have no idea." Brian kissed me back and rubbed his crotch against my leg harder.
"Well, let's see what we can do about this, shall we?" I pulled away with an evil grin and slid under the covers.
"Oh shit, baby." Brian groaned as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
(Part 13)
"You guys be careful. Don't hurt anyone on your way to breakfast." I laughed as Brian made his way to the door with Booker on him piggy-back style.
"Yes, daddy." Brian teased.
"Bye, Uncle Matt." Booker squealed right before Brian closed the door behind them.
I made my way into the kitchen and got a glass of O.J. from the fridge. I just thought myself I was glad somewhere around here had remembered to go grocery shopping. I made my way back into the living room and sat down in front of the television. I took a healthy drink of my orange juice and flicked the new T.V. on with the remote. I hated to admit it, but I was sorta glad Brian put his foot thru the other one. This one was much bigger and nicer. Sorta sad to say, but true.
I was pleased to see that Rosie O'Donnell's show was just starting. Just as the music for the show started, Donna came walking slowly into the living room, coughing, and sat down next to me. She was still in her robe, her hand full of tissues. She looked like shit. Ofcourse for a woman that was dying, I had to admit she looked pretty damn good, too.
"Feeling okay?" I laid a hand on her leg and patted it.
"I'm getting by." She coughed her response, then gave me a smile.
"Good girl." I smiled back at her and turned my attention back to the show.
Donna watched the show intently with me, not bothering my quality T.V. time. The show was actually pretty boring. Rosie was just rambling mindlessly about some charity project and not making any of her usual jokes. Donna seemed really bored as well. I was about to turn to Donna and strike up a conversation when Rosie mentioned my name.
"You know my friend Tina, John? Well, I went over to her house last night and she had rented 'Club Kids'. I just love that movie. Sorta creepy, but I love it." Rosie began. "Where the hell is Matt?"
The audience laughed as Rosie said the last line.
"About ten blocks away." I responded out loud.
Donna just chuckled at my comment.
"We haven't gotten to see Matt in forever, and from what I hear, he's on an extended vacation. Can you believe that? Tell us it ain't true, Matt! We want to see a new movie. NOW!" Rosie had the audience laughing again.
I just rolled my eyes and took another drink of my orange juice.
"Celebrity life is fun, isn't it?" Donna commented.
"Yeah, it's great when everyone talks about you non-stop. It's great when you don't respond and they just begin speculating." I teased.
"Do you think you can do it with Booker in tow?" Donna asked.
"It'll be a challenge." I sighed.
"But?"
"But I think I'm up to it. I think Brian and I are both up to it." I turned to smile lazily at her.
"So you've decided?" She stared at me calmly.
"Yes. We're going to keep Booker." I stated.
"You don't know how happy that makes me. I feel alot better now, too." Donna's smile shined.
"I'm scared shitless, Donna. I really am. I hope I don't fuck him up. I hope he turns out normal. I hope he doesn't mind when he grows old enough to know what being gay means that he has two daddies. I hope that his friends don't make fun of him. I hope this doesn't ruin my career. I hope Brian doesn't go crazy." I stopped for a second so I could chill out my ranting. "I just hope I can be a good Dad."
"If I had any doubts, I wouldn't have asked you." Donna replied and put a hand on my knee.
"I know. I thought abou that alot, and I figured you're sure. Hell, you wouldn't put your child in the hands of someone you didn't trust, would you?" I laughed.
"No, I wouldn't. But I trust you, Mattie. I know Booker will be fine if you keep him."
"I hope so.
"Well, I just have one more thing to ask of you." Donna sat up.
"Now what?" I laughed nervously.
"You need to come to my lawyer and sign some papers." Donna stated succinctly.
"I can do that. When do you want to do it?"
"Today. Right now. Let me change." Donna stood as quickly as she could and headed off towards her room.
"Why right now?" I asked loudly so she could hear me.
"I ain't getting any better, Matt. Better now than never." She replied back.
"Okay. Should I leave a note for the boys? How long will it take?" I asked.
"You just have to read over the papers and sign them if you agree. Maybe thirty minutes, including cab time." She hollered as she got ready.
"Then we should be back way before they come home." I agreed and went to put on my shoes and grab my backpack.
While I waited for Donna, I lit a cigarette and stood there, arms crossed, puffing on my smoke waiting on her to hurry up. It wasn't two minutes later that she was fully dressed and ushered me out the front door. I locked the door behind us and followed Donna down to the street. It wasn't very long before Donna had hailed a taxi and hauled me into the cab to desinations unknown.
Donna was right. We were in and out of her lawyer's office. He must have been expecting her. He had the papers out in no time. I took as much time as I thought I needed when before I signed my name. It was pretty standard from what I could tell. She dies, I get Booker. Pretty standard indeed. I signed the paper, then Donna signed it. Then the office manager for her lawyer signed it as a witness. Donna sighed heavily as the final signature was on the paper, then she grabbed me quickly and hugged me and started crying. I knew having a good home for Booker before she passed had taken a huge weight off her chest.
After we left the lawyers office, I told Donna I had to go to Target and pick up some plates, a lamp and a light fixture for the apartment. She didn't ask any questions, but I think she knew Brian was having a hard time lately. It was pretty fucking hard not to notice if you asked me. I just hoped after last night he'd gotten it out of his system. We had the cab driver take us to Target where I could pick everything up.
Donna had to wait in the car for me. She couldn't have walked all over the store without getting too tired. So she stayed outside and kept the taxi driver from leaving while I picked out some good plates, found a fixture I could live with, and found a new lamp. When I found the new lamp, I was glad Brian had broken the old one. This one was much nicer. It would match the living room better. By the time I had gotten back out to the car, I could tell Donna was tired of sitting with some man she didn't know from Adam for so long.
It had been only an hour since we had left the house, but when we got back, Brian and Booker were sitting in the living floor playing with Booker's cars. I put a smile on my face to see Booker sitting there laughing and giggling and Brian playing with cars like a little kid. Donna stumbled over to the couch and plopped down, groaning loudly as she did. I smiled and walked over to sit down beside her.
"Booker, come here." Donna motioned at Booker.
"Okay, momma." Booker jumped up reluctantly from playing with Brian and crawled up into his mother's lap.
"How'd you like to stay with your Uncle Matt and Brian when I have to leave?" She held him as tight as she could in her condition and looked into his eyes.
"Why can't I go with you?" Booker looked from his mother to me, then back to his mother.
I saw the tears well up in Donna's eyes. She took a moment to answer, trying not to choke on her words.
"Booker, you can't go where I'm going. Matt will help you understand why someday, but for now, it's just the way it is. Be a good boy for momma and don't cry or miss me too much, okay?" She stroked his hair.
"Will they be my daddies?" Booker didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah. You'll have two daddies." Donna laughed slightly over her tears.
Just the sight of both of them together made me have to choke back my own tears. I could feel the knot welling up in the back of my throat. Booker looked over at Brian then myself like he had just figured out one of the mysteries of life.
"I want them to be my daddies." Booker stated in a very grown up voice.
"I do, too, baby. Matt and Brian love you very much and want you very much." Donna replied, finally the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Booker leaned into his mother's hair and whispered something to her. I couldn't tell what he said, but it seemed to make Donna very happy.
"I love your Uncle Matt and Brian, too." Donna smiled widely when he pulled away.
"We love you, too, buddy." I reached over to ruffle his hair, then got up so I could turn away.
The tears were coming. I stayed with my back to them as the tears streamed down my cheeks. Brian got up and came over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and laying his head against my neck and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Why's Uncle Matt cryin'?" Booker asked his mother.
"He doesn't want me to leave, either." Donna's voice sounded very wheezy like she was getting tired.
"Then don't leave."
"I have to, Booker. Uncle Matt is upset because I have to leave." Donna explained to him exactly like she should--like he was a four year old.
"Oh. I'll take care of Uncle Matt." Booker replied softly.
"You better, buddy." Donna laughed thru a sob.
Just when things couldn't get worse, the phone rang. Brian unwrapped himself from me and went for the phone, but I stopped him, wiping my eyes.
"I'll get it, baby." I smiled and headed for the kitchen.
"You sure?"
"Uh huh." I stepped back to give him a quick kiss and went back to the phone.
I sighed heavily before I picked up the phone, hoping it was someone I would want to talk to.
"Hello?"
"I thought I'd find you at home." I immediately recognized Barbara's voice.
"Long time no smell." I laughed and wiped my nose.
"Well, Nick told me that you and Brian left the tour. But I won't pry, I know you have your reasons." Barbara hinted.
"Thank you, dear." I smiled to myself.
"Besides, I'm calling on business today." Barbara began.
"Not right now, Barb. I got shit going on."
"No, this is great. You have to atleast listen."
"Fine, I'm listening." I sighed after thinking about it for a second.
"Bob wants you back in L.A. he says he has an amazing script he wants you to read. He's given me a few preliminary figures. It's in the neighborhood of ten million. It could be more depending on things, but that was his first figure he came up with." Barbara sounded so excited.
"It sounds nice, Barb. But I've got too much going on to do a movie right now." I explained quickly.
There was a long pause.
"Momma?" I heard Booker in the other room.
"Who was that?" Barbara asked nosily.
"No one, listen I gotta go."
"Matt, just think about it." Barbara begged.
"Donna? Are you okay?" Brian sounded scared.
"Barb, I just gotta go--I'll call you." I threw the phone down and ran into the living room.
When I entered the living room, Brian was kneeling infront of the couch. Booker was on the couch next to his mother. Donna was slouched over, he eyes shut. It didn't look like her chest was moving, either. I ran over to the couch and knelt beside Brian and began shaking Donna. Booker began crying for his momma, Brian ran to the phone and I kept shaking Donna, yelling for her to wake up. She wasn't waking up, though.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Well, shout out to all my peeps. They knwo who they are and how much I loves 'em. Thanks again to all the great fans that wrote me about the last couple chapters. I had fun writing 'em and I hope you have fun reading 'em. Make sure to go back and re-read Parts 6-10, 20K was missing and has since been replaced by the amazing David. Don't let his work be in vain. LOL Take care all! Love, Lep.