Bad Boy B Rok

Well, here I am again. Is anybody shocked to see three parts to BBB posted within a month's time? I know I am. Everyone's been so enthusiastic about the last couple posts, that I had to get a third one out soon. For everyone that was upset that there was no sexual content in the last section--just read on--I made sure to have some sex in this one. LOL As always, shout out to all my the fans, and everyone else that's special to me. You all know who you are. Anyway, here we go....I don't know any of the BSB or any celebrity that may or may not be mentioned here. I'd definitely fuck every single one of the BSB'ers, but that doesn't mean anything except I'm horny. If you have any questions, answers, want to say you hated or loved the story, you can e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! Enjoy...

"Trying hard to fit among you. Floating out to wonderland. Unprotected--God I'm pregnant. Damn the consequences. When I grow up I'll be stable. When I grown up I'll turn the tables. Blood and blister on my fingers. Chaos rules when we're apart. Watch my temper--I go mental. I'll try to be gentle."~Garbage, 'When I Grow Up'.

Bad Boy B-Rok All In The Family By-Lep (Part Twenty-Four))

"Go, go, go!" I jumped out of the way, holding Booker in my arms as the stage manager pushed Aaron past us.

"Daddy!" Booker squealed in my ear as all the dancers stampeded past us as well, making much noise.

"It's okay, buddy." I held him tightly to me.

When everyone had finally passed us and got to their places on the stage, things finally settled down. I felt confident that I could let Booker down and he wouldn't get stampeded. Booker stood next to me, clutching my leg, nervous that I had made a bad choice to set him down. I thought he was going to cut off the circulation in my leg, he was clutching his arms around it so tightly.

"Hey, let up on Daddy's leg, buddy." I laughed.

"Sowwy, daddy." Booker stated, his eyes transfixed on the sight before him on the stage.

Brian and the guys had disappeared about twenty minutes ago, under the assumption they were to find something for us to drink. I was absolutely parched, and Booker complained that he was going to have a "heat stwoke". I didn't know which one of his uncles was teaching him new phrases, but he was turning into a total drama queen.

I was just glad someone had the foresight to bring some of those big bulky headphones that block out some of the noise. Booker would have gone deaf from all the noise and then the loud music. I wish they had thought to bring me a pair, too. The concert that was going on about forty feet from us was absolutely deafening. But then again, several thousand screaming pubescent girls probably added to the noise.

Nick didn't even stick around when the guys took off. That was quite surprising to me since we were here to see his brother perform. I normally wouldn't bring Booker to a concert, but since it was Aaron Carter performing, I figured it would be okay for him. Save the noise, that is.

Halfway thru Aaron's performance of "Aaron's Party (Come Get It)", Booker was dancing around when the guys finally showed back up, drinks in hand. I was quite relieved to find out that they hadn't ditched me around a whole bunch of strangers.

"Here's your coke, baby." Brian handed me a can while sipping on his.

"Thanks, sweetness." I smiled at him, then quickly popped the top and took a healthy chug.

"Daddy! I want sumthat!" Booker pulled at the tail of my shirt.

"Here ya' go, buddy." I knelt down and held the can out for him.

"How's my brother doing?" Nick looked down at me.

"Well, he just started the first song. So far, so good I'd say." I replied, then took the can back from Booker when he was done.

"Good deal."

Booker resumed dancing around, getting Nick and A.J. to join in with him. They looked like idiots, but they were having fun, so I didn't make fun of them. Besides, they were only dancing 'cause Booker wanted them to dance.

"Hey, boy." Kevin draped the arm that wasn't holding a coke over my shoulder.

"Hey there." I smiled at him.

"Nick and Brian told Aaron he could stay at your place while he's in town. I thought someone might oughta mention it to you." Kevin spoke into my ear.

"Ah, well, that's cool." I replied.

"I know you probably feel like your home has become a halfway house for singers." Kevin sniggered.

"Yeah, well. We're all practically family."

"True." Kevin wrapped his arm around my shoulder tightly and hugged me to him.

"Ofcourse I'll have to go buy some sheets for the other bedroom. I've failed to live up to the stereotype of a gay man and decorate in there yet." I cracked a joke.

"Well, we'll have to hurry. Aaron will be over about five o'clock." Kevin added.

A quick glance at my watch made me realize it was two o'clock already.

"Well, shit." I sighed. "I better go on my way then."

I tapped Brian on the shoulder, getting his attention quickly.

"I've gotta get going." I practically screamed over the music.

"Why, baby?" Brian looked sad.

"I've gotta go get sheets for the room Aaron's gonna stay in, and I've got to call Garrett, and think about something for dinner." I screamed again.

"I'll go with you." Brian suggested.

"No, stay here and watch Booker, baby. It's okay." I gave him a quick kiss.

Brian gave me another kiss back, before I set my coke on a speaker and headed towards the stairs that led off the stage. I wasn't halfway down the stairs when Kevin caught up to me.

"I told Brian I'd go with you." Kevin smiled, still holding his coke.

"Groovy. So what do you think? Pier 1 Imports or Crate & Barrel?" I held my hands up like a scale and moved them up and down.

"Do I look gay?" Kevin laughed at me.

"Could you turn for me?" I asked seriously.

"Shut up." Kevin slapped my arm.

"Crate & Barrel it is." I laughed and rubbed my arm.

"What do you think of these?" I held up a package of lite blue silk sheets.

"Your first guest in this room will be a fourteen year old kid. I don't think you want to use silk." Kevin replied, looking at flannel sheets.

"Spoken like a true queer, if you ask me." I teased.

Kevin replied with a laugh and a package of sheets tossed at me.

"Okay, so you're touchy about that." I laughed.

"What about these?" Kevin held up the same color of sheets, just made out of cotton instead.

"Works for me. As long as they're blue." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Then get these." Kevin handed me a package of sheets, two pillow cases, then two shams. "Now, for a comforter."

"You know, you really are spending too much time with me. You're trying to take away my 'Queen of Shopping' title."

"Kinda freaky, ain't it?" Kevin drawled.

"Just a tad."

"What kind of comforter do you want?" Kevin asked as we approached the wall that was full of comforters in their protective plastic linings.

"One that matches the sheets." I shrugged, holding our other purchases in my arms.

"Here." Kevin picked up an elegent looking blue and white comforter and showed it to me.

"Works for me, too. Let's go pay for this crap and get out of here. I start itching when I come in here and want to buy tons of shit." I laughed.

"Hand over your cards and I'll keep you from it." Kevin teased.

"No one, and I truly mean no one, touches my cards but me! Those are my babies."

"You are too much sometimes, boy." Kevin laughed as we walked towards the counter to check out.

"Finally." I fell down on the newly made bed, panting.

"Stop being dramatic." Kevin slapped my leg.

"Manual labor never suited me." I replied, still exasperated.

"We need to think about dinner." Kevin plopped down beside me.

I knew we had to get something together for dinner. Normally it was every man for himself, except Booker. I always made it a point to give him something good to eat, but otherwise, we all ate whatever we found. Since Aaron was going to be staying for a bit, everyone figured we ought to have an actual "family dinner". The concept boggled my gay little brain.

"Should we order Italian, Chinese...." I started.

"No, we'll make something." Kevin laughed.

"Well I hope you are Betty Homemaker, 'cause I sure ain't." I snorted.

"I reckon you have a grill. We could cook out." Kevin drawled in his country accent again.

"I hope you know how to work the grill."

"Why do you have a grill and not know how to use it?"

"Shit, that's Brian's job."

"So, I'm guessing you're the female in the relationship?" Kevin teased.

"The female that doesn't know how to cook, yeah." I laughed back.

"Well get up, missy. Let's go get some burgers and whatnot from the store." Kevin stood up and offered his hands to me.

"Okay, you can drive." I got up with Kevin's help and handed him my keys.

"I get to drive Matt's Mercedes?" Kevin looked shocked.

"Oh hash up and drive Miss Daisy to the sto'!" I slapped him on his ass as I walked past him.

"Watch out, I like that kinky stuff." Kevin teased.

"Oooooooh baby!" I squealed and pranced out of the room.

"You are definitely too much." Kevin laughed as he followed me.

(Part Twenty-Five)

"Smells good, baby." Brian looked over my shoulder at the burgers I was flipping on the grill and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks, baby." I smiled at him proudly.

I waited until Brian had gone in the house and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, Kevin. Come back and take back over." I dropped the spatula on the grill.

"Alrighty." Kevin agreed with a laugh.

"Thanks for making him think I did it." I thanked him.

"Not a problem." Kevin winked at me.

"Want a beer?"

"Well, yeah!" He laughed at me.

"I'll be right back, sexy!" I slapped his butt again and headed to the house.

"It's a good thing Kristin and I are seperated, otherwise she'd wonder why I have so many handprints on my ass." Kevin laughed.

"No kidding." I smiled as I closed the door behind me.

I quickly made my way into the house and got two beers from the fridge. Brian and Howie were making potato salad while Booker watched. Their idea of making potato salad was scooping it out of the container from the store and putting it into a different bowl so it looked homemade. Kevin had just done all the cooking for me, so I wasn't about to criticize their methods.

A.J. and Nick had stayed behind at the fairgrounds to wait for Aaron. Apparently, he had to get some personal effects from his bus before he could leave. I was really getting nervous about meeting Aaron. I didn't know if he'd like me or not. However, I figured since I was friends with his brother, I should make an effort to be friends with him. I was hoping he'd feel the same way. When I got back out to the patio, Kevin was still tending to the burgers.

"You're such a good cook." I congratulated him as he took a beer from me.

"Thank you, sir." Kevin bowed slightly with a grin.

I walked over and sat down at the table, pulling my feet up into the chair, sitting Indian Style.

"You look nervous." Kevin looked over at me then took a sip of his beer.

"I'm not."

"You look it."

"Alright, I am." I flipped him off and lit a cigarette.

Kevin just laughed as he flipped another burger.

"It's too bad we had to leave the concert early." Kevin sighed.

"Why's that?" I cocked my head.

"We didn't get to see Aaron sing 'I Want Candy'." Kevin replied.

I got up and walked over to Kevin with a smile.

"I know a boy who's tough but sweet. He's so fine he can't be beat." I began singing and dancing up on Kevin.

"He's got everything that I desire. Sets the summer sun on fire." Kevin sang back the next couple lines and began dancing with me.

"I want candy! I want candy! I want candy! I want candy!" Kevin and I danced and laughed as we sang the chorus.

"Go to see him when the sun goes down." Kevin sang the next line. "Ain't no finer boy in town."

"You're my boy--what the doctor ordered. So sweet--you make my mouth water." I sang as Kevin and I began to bump our hips together, laughing as we did it.

"I want candy! I want candy! I want candy! I want candy!" Kevin and I sang the chorus.

From out of nowhere, a blonde haired kid that came up to my chin was dancing with us and singing the song. Kevin just smiled as the three of us kept singing and dancing, Kevin and I bumping our hips together and acting fools. Finally, we all three ran out of breath and stopped, laughing at each other. Nick was standing, arms folded over his chest by the door.

"Hey, Aaron." Kevin smiled at the kid.

"'Lo, Kevin." Aaron grinned sheepishly, and accepted Kevin's open arms.

"You better give me a real hug." Kevin demanded in a playful voice and tightened his grip on Aaron, making him grunt.

"Aight." Aaron giggled bashfully and gave Kevin a real hug so he wouldn't have to endure anymore.

"That one's Matt." Nick waved his hand at me before coming over to the grill to inspect it.

"Looks good, Matt." He spoke.

"Nice to meet you, Aaron." I held out my hand.

Aaron shook my hand, barely meeting my eyes with his, a nervous grin on his face.

"I'd make him hug you. That embarasses him more." Nick laughed.

"I won't make you hug me." I smiled down at Aaron.

"Thanks." He blushed, then hurried over to the table to sit down.

"So, what were you queens out here doing dancing and all?" Nick spoke up.

"Nick!" Kevin reprimanded him for his choice of words.

"We were just singing the song we wish we had stayed to hear at the concert." I looked past Nick to Aaron with a smile on my face.

"Oh. Well, you were doing very well. The booty bump thing was especially nice." Nick winked.

"Oh shut up." Kevin snarled and began flipping burgers again.

"Mmmmm, the burgers are good, baby." Brian smiled, his mouth full of food.

"Thanks, baby." I smiled at him, taking a bite of cole slaw.

"Daddy, I need ketchup." Booker whined, not able to get the ketchup to come out of the bottle.

As if by instinct, I took the bottle from him, took my knife and shoved it into the mouth of the bottle. A few seconds later, ketchup poured out onto his burger.

"Thanks, daddy!" Booker grinned and slapped the top of his bun on his burger.

"Does anyone else need ketchup?" I held up the bottle with a laugh.

"I need some mustard." Howie joked.

"It's in a squeeze bottle." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah!" Howie acted like he had discovered gold as he picked up the bottle.

"I need some for my fries, baby." Brian stated seriously.

"Aight." I did the same for him as I did for Booker. "There ya' go."

I set the ketchup back on the table and went back to eating my food.

"You remind me of my mother." Kevin stated nonchalantly before taking a bite of potato salad.

"I don't have breasts or a vagina, Kevin." I replied.

Kevin and Aaron laughed, nearly spitting their mouthfuls of food out.

"Don't you two get started." Howie rolled his eyes. "Last time you two got giggly, it resulted in a food fight."

"Yeah, yeah." I waved him off.

"I just meant, you act LIKE a mother." Kevin regained his composure.

"Yeah, well you're a mother, too." I snarled back playfully.

"Okay, this is just getting ugly." Brian stopped us.

"Alright, we'll behave." I smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Mmmmm, mustard."

I wiped my lip clean as I pulled away from Brian.

"Gross." Nick stuck his tongue out.

"Oh please." Brian flicked a forkful of cole slaw at him.

"Hey!" Nick started to load up his fork with potato salad as Howie grabbed the mustard bottle.

"Stop it!" A.J. laughed. "We're not going to have a food fight. You guys behave for once. Show Aaron we do have some manners."

"Oh shut up." I picked up a tomato and chunked it at him.

All the guys busted out laughing, even A.J. Booker was giggling, managing to get ketchup all over his shirt. The rest of the meal went fairly well. That is to say that no food fights broke out. All of the guys, including myself, managed to behave.

"Daddy, I wanna swim." Booker groaned, patting his belly.

"Alright. Go get your suit on."

"You swim with me?" Booker asked quickly.

"Yeah, I'll swim with you."

"Okay!" Booker squealed and jumped out of his chair.

"Hold on." I grabbed his arm. "Lift your arms."

I pulled Booker's t-shirt off of him quickly, so he wouldn't get ketchup all over.

"Okay, get your suit on." I patted his butt.

Booker smiled and took off towards the house.

"I want to swim, too, baby." Brian smiled at me.

"Oh good lord. Go get your suit on, baby." I laughed.

"Aren't you going to help me get undressed?" Brian stood up.

"Brian!" I flicked my eyes at Aaron.

"Don't worry, Nick and Brian used to do stuff like that all the time in front of me." Aaron laughed it off.

"Go get your suit on, Brian." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, baby." Brian giggled like a girl and dashed into the house.

"Do you have a swimsuit with you, Aaron?" Nick and A.J. were standing up, apparently going to get their suits on.

"No, I didn't bring one." Aaron looked disappointed.

"Well, you're scrawny like Matt. He's probably got a suit you can borrow." Nick suggested as he disappeared into the house with A.J.

"I'm gonna get mine on, too." Kevin spoke up before leaving the table with Howie.

Aaron just sat there, looking upset. I felt bad for him.

"Well, I think my suits are going to be a bit big in the waist for you, but I can see what I can come up with." I suggested.

"Okay." Aaron looked a bit more upbeat.

"Come on, bud." I walked over and put an arm around his shoulders, leading him into the house.

I don't know how successful we were, but we finally found a pair of swim trunks that fit Aaron halfway decent. Luckily, they had a drawstring in the waist, so he could cinch them up.

"These are pretty cool." Aaron looked at himself in the full length mirror in my room.

"Yeah. I got those while I was in Italy last year. They're my favorite, so don't mess them up." I teased as I looked for another pair for me.

"That's pretty far to go for a swimsuit." Aaron teased me back.

"Well, if you want the best, go to straight to Dolce & Gabbana."

"You didn't really buy this there, did you?" Aaron's eyes bulged.

"No." I laughed. "It's from a little shop in Rome. Probably comparable to Old Navy here."

"Oh, thank god. I didn't want to ruin your five hundred dollar swim suit."

"Ah, don't worry."

"You coming?" Aaron asked as he went for the door.

"Yeah, I'll change and be right there." I replied.

Aaron nodded with a smile and closed the door behind him, allowing me to finally get changed. I knew the guys were probably already all out in the pool, splashing each other and making a ruckus. So, I grabbed the first suit in sight and slipped it on quickly.

As I went by the hall closet, it occured to me that none of the guys probably thought to get a towel. I grabbed a large stack of old beach towels from the closet and made my way back outside. I stopped myself before I made it outside and placed a quick call to Garrett's office. After making quick arrangements to meet the next day at his office, I was off the phone again.

I was right, all the guys were in the pool, splashing around while Booker stayed at the shallow end so they wouldn't drown him. He looked like he was having a great time, despite the fact that he was getting splashed every ten seconds.

Kevin was standing a good twenty feet away from the pool, watching innocently as Nick grabbed Aaron and shoved him underwater. Aaron's arms and legs flailed around as Nick held him down, getting laughs from all the guys in the pool.

"You've held him under long enough, Nick." I chastised him as I chunked the towels into a lounge chair by the pool.

Nick let go of Aaron with a laugh. As soon as Aaron came up, he was gasping for breath, but still laughing.

"Dang, Nick!" Aaron gasped, barely able to breathe.

"Hey, thank Matt. Otherwise I'd still be holding you down." Nick laughed back.

Right at that moment, Howie grabbed Brian's head and shoved him under. I just watched as Howie held him down and everyone laughed.

"Aren't you going to get onto Howie?" Nick teased.

"Nah, Brian's a big boy. He can take care of himself." I shrugged.

Howie let Brian up finally, and immediately Nick told Brian how I was going to let him drown.

"Thanks, baby!" Brian stated sarcastically.

"Anytime." I laughed as I walked over to Kevin. "Aren't you going to get in, boy?"

"I'm letting them get worn out first." Kevin replied, arms crossed over to his chest.

"Oh come on." I put a hand in the middle of his back, and pushed him towards the pool with me.

"Oh, alright." He started walking on his own, so I took my hand off of him.

"Come in, baby." Brian swam to the edge of the pool and held a hand up towards me.

I didn't take his hand, because I knew he'd yank me in, instead I sat down and dangled my feet in the water, sitting in front of him.

"Come on down, Kevin. You're the next contestant." I laughed as Kevin popped a squat next to me.

"Aren't ya'll getting in?" Brian frowned up at me.

"Yeah, but not when you're right there, waiting to dunk us." Kevin replied.

"Would I do that?" Brian got a shocked look on his face.

"Yeah." I answered for Kevin.

"Fine." Brian pouted and swam back to join the guys.

"Okay, you're safe now Kev." I stated before shoving Kevin roughly into the water with a laugh.

All the guys laughed with me, proud of my decietfulness. Kevin bobbed back up to the surface, a scowl on his face, but with a glint of mischieviousness in his eyes.

"You little...." Kevin laughed before grabbing both my ankles and yanking me into the water.

"No, Kevin!" I was able to squeal once before he had me in the water and had dunked me under.

(Part Twenty-Six)

"I'm going to be a prune." I sighed as I leaned back against the steps of the pool.

"Oh well, you'll survive." Kevin snorted and leaned back next to me, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." I teased and brought my beer to my lips again.

The sun had set over thirty minutes ago and the stars were slowly coming out above us. All the guys had decided they were tired of swimming, and got out. Brian and Nick promised they would clean up everything and get Booker to bed, so Kevin and I stayed in the pool. We were seeing how many beers we could drink before we had to get out of the pool so we wouldn't drown.

"It's a pretty night." Kevin shut his eyes and laid his head back on his shoulders.

"Yeah. A bit chilly, though." I had goosepimples forming.

I put my beer on the side of the pool and swam into the water so my whole body was covered. Kevin set his beer down and swam out to me.

"I hope Aaron is going to enjoy it here." I looked up at the house.

"I'm sure he will. You'll take good care of him." Kevin replied, looking at me with a wide smile.

"Yeah, I won't let his big brother drown him or anything." I replied, moving my arms gently in the water to stay afloat.

"I'm sure of that." Kevin giggled.

We both stayed quiet for a bit, just floating in the water and staring up at the sky.

"You forgot to call Garrett today." Kevin stated out of the blue.

"No, I called him after I changed into my suit." I replied, still peering up at the sky.

"What did he have to say?"

"We're going to meet tomorrow."

"Want me to come?" Kevin asked.

"If you want." I offered.

"We could have lunch and do some more shopping afterward." Kevin stated cheerfully.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." I swam over to the edge of the pool and propped myself up on my arms, laying my head on the side.

"You seem awfully quiet tonight." Kevin stated the obvious as he swam up next to me.

"I guess I'm just a bit tired." I sighed.

"Well, you could go join Brian in bed. That is if he'll let you sleep." Kevin nudged me in the side with a giggle.

"Nah. It's still early." I gave a small laugh.

"What's going on with you two? You don't seem very, um, close anymore." Kevin moved in closer to me, resting his chin on one of my arms.

"Seven year itch?" I shrugged.

"It hasn't been that long."

"Okay, four year itch?" I chuckled.

"Well, maybe we can work something out." Kevin turned his head on my arm to look at me.

"Yeah, I'm sure Brian and I will work it out. Just need to revive the ole' romance." I sighed.

"No, I meant you and me." Kevin stated like I was dense.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not the least bit suspicious.

"Well, I was thinking that..."

"Aren't you two prunish enough yet?" I heard Brian laugh from the steps that led down to the pool.

Kevin immediately pulled away from me and spun around in the water.

"Hey, baby." I turned my head to see him walking along the length of the pool towards me.

"You're gonna catch a cold, baby." Brian knelt down at the edge of the pool and kissed me.

"So? You'd still love me if I was snotty and feverish." I teased and ruffled his hair, getting it wet.

"True." Brian bent down to kiss me again.

The oppurtunity was too good to pass up. I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and yanked hard, pulling him into the water. There was a loud--and wet--splash behind me. I immediately spun around, waiting for him to resurface. Finally, Brian bobbed to the surface, coughing, but smiling in between hacking fits.

"You're going to pay." Brian snarled at me with a mischievious glint in his eye.

"I didn't do it." I bit my bottom lip.

I winced as Brian swam right up to me, waiting for him to dunk me. Instead, I felt Brian press his lips against mine, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around him as he let his tongue invade my mouth. Brian pressed me against the side of the concrete pool gently, pressing his body against mine. Brian held me in the kiss for a full minute before pulling away.

"I love you, baby." Brian looked into my eyes, then kissed the tip of my nose.

"I love you..."

"More." Brian finished for me with a satisfied smile.

I just smiled and held him in my arms, looking into his eyes. Brian ran his hands up and down my back in the water, keeping his gaze on mine as well as we stayed afloat in the water together. Brian looked away from me to look up at the sky dreamily. I let me eyes wander over to where Kevin had been to see that he had disappeared.

"You know what?" Brian drew my attention back to him.

"What, baby?"

"It's such a beautiful night." He sighed lazily.

"Yeah. It is." I agreed, looking up at the sky.

"I don't know who I'd rather spend it with." Brian smiled at me.

I smiled back, feeling that I would get teary eyed. I started to open my mouth to speak, but closed it quickly, looking back at the sky.

"What?" Brian cooed.

"Nothing."

"Come on. Tell me."

"Well, you know sometimes I wonder if you still love me as much as you did when we first met."

"Yeah..." Brian squinted.

"But, then you say something and I'm sure you do." I looked back down at him and smiled.

"And you better remember it." Brian kissed the tip of my nose again.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't forget." I moved my mouth up to his.

"Let's just take it nice and slow." I sighed in Brian's ear as I straddled his lap, our naked bodies rubbing against each other.

"Sounds good to me." Brian sighed into my ear as our hard cocks rubbed up against each other.

Brian was sitting on our bed, his legs stretched out in front of him. I had my knees planted on either side of him, pressed up against his chest, nibbling at his neck.

"I love you, Matt." Brian sighed as I worked on his neck. "I want to make love to you."

I moved my hand between our bodies and slowly wrapped it around his cock, stroking him gently.

"I want to feel you inside me, Brian. I want you to make love to me." I spoke softly into his ear as my hand slid effortlessly up and down his cock.

Brian fixed his eyes on mine as he got up, balancing me on his lap, and slowly laid me back, finally coming to rest on top of me. He moved his mouth to mine and kissed me gently, only then closing his eyes. I let my hands play along the length of his back, and ever so quickly on his ass as he kissed me deeply.

Brian lifted my legs slightly, keeping his mouth on mine, our tongues wrestling in our mouths. When Brian pressed the head of his cock against my asshole, I let out a gasp that Brian silenced quickly with another kiss. I wrapped my arms tightly around Brian, returning his kiss as he pushed himself deeper into me.

"Oh god, I love you, baby." I moaned as Brian broke our kiss, beginning to thrust slowly in and out of me.

"I love you, too." Brian spoke into my ear as he made love to me.

(Part Twenty-Seven)

"Well, here it is." Garrett handed me 'The Enquirer' as we walked down the boulevard.

Garrett was on one side of me and Kevin had taken up his spot on my other side. The three of us stopped long enough to peer at the cover of the magazine. Sure enough, there was a well selected picture of me sitting in front of Kevin, playing with his pants. The caption was in bright red, big letters that proclaimed "Backdoor Boys?". I had to give a small laugh, but it made my stomach turn nonetheless.

Kevin gave a small snort from over my shoulder as he peered down at the magazine. I really wanted to rip thru the magazine and find the rest of the pictures and the story that went with it. However, the picture on the cover was bad enough. I was afraid of what the rest of the pictures looked like. I was getting awfully tired of being the tabloids favorite topic.

"Well fuck." I sighed, then rolled the magazine up.

"That won't look good." Kevin stated the obvious as the three of us started walking again.

"There is no such thing as bad publicity." Garrett announced.

"Sounds like something Barbara would have said." I groaned.

"It's very true. Those magazines need something to talk about. So what if it's bollocks?" Garrett stated nonchalantly, gazing at each shop we passed.

"Because it is bollocks." I mocked him. "I don't want the whole world thinking someone snapped pictures of me blowing Kevin."

"Hey!" Kevin yelped.

"No offense." I apologized. "It's not like my career isn't in the toilet already."

"This won't harm you." Garrett waved me off.

"Just like having a kid that no one knew about wouldn't hurt me?" I snapped.

"Right." Garrett obviously didn't subscribe to sarcasm. "Let's stop here for a spot of lunch. I'm feeling a bit peckish."

Garrett grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards an open cafe.

"It's ten-thirty." I huffed.

"It's never too early for tea." He replied as Kevin followed us into the cafe.

"I don't think they serve crumpets here." I snarled as the door to the place shut behind us.

The cafe turned out to be what looked like a very roughly thrown together bar. Everything looked greasy and dirty. My bet was we'd be lucky to get a Budweiser, let alone tea.

"Well, maybe a Guinness?" Garrett realized we weren't in Oz anymore.

"There's a really nice restaraunt five minutes down...." Kevin began.

"No, this will be fine." Garrett looked around, noticing we were the only patrons.

"Fine." I scoped out a table in a dark corner. "I'll be over there when you two are ready to sit down."

I stalked over to the table and flopped down in a chair. Immediately, I spread the magazine out in front of me, turning to the page with the "full story" on it. I was right, the pictures were just as incriminating as I had thought. Anyone that saw them would be crazy to think anything innocent was going on. In one you could actually tell Kevin's pants were undone. In another, you couldn't see my face. It looked like my face was buried in Kevin's crotch from the angle the picture was taken. There was no explanation I could make about these pictures that any normal person would believe.

Certain phrases in the article jumped out at me. "Public Indecency" and "Kinky Sex in Public" definitely caught my attention. The article went so far to imply that employees of the clothes shop said they had witnessed our "depraved public act". I slammed my fist down on the magazine as Kevin and Garrett approached.

"I thought you could use this." Kevin set a dark colored beer down in front of me.

I didn't answer, I just grabbed the glass and touch a healthy chug. Immediately, I thought better of it.

"What the hell is this?" I stuck my tongue out as Kevin sat down next to me.

"Guinness. Did you not hear us say we were going to get that?" Kevin chuckled.

"I'm quite fond of it myself." Garrett smiled as he took a sip of his from across the table.

"Well, I'm not." I snarled but took another swig. "It tastes like gym socks."

"You won't let that stop you, though." Kevin winked at me.

"Definitely not. So what are we going to do about this?" I waved my hand over the opened magazine.

"What do you want to do about it?" Garrett asked.

"You're supposed to know what we do." A growl came from deep in my belly.

"Chill out, Matt." Kevin laughed nervously.

Garrett just took another sip from his glass.

"Well?" I asked when I decided Garrett had been quiet long enough.

"You know what doesn't work for you?" Garrett pointed a finger at me.

"I don't know."

"Well, you've been doing it forever." He gave me a hint.

"I don't know. Enlighten me." My hands sailed thru the air in an exasperated fashion.

"You're in a mood." Garrett chortled warmly.

"I'm sorry, but help me." I pleaded, trying to lose the attitude.

"You have played it straight for so long. Been a fine young role model for your public." Garrett started.

"What's wrong with that?" Kevin spoke up for me.

"People get tired of that. No one loves the boy next door. Everyone loves the rock star. They want to hear about wild parties, orgies, drugs, sex..."

"That ain't happenin', bud." I pointed a finger at him.

"Ofcourse not. But why not let people believe what they want?"

"Because I don't want people thinking that I'm having sex in public shopping centers." I stammered.

"Why?"

"Why?!?" Kevin repeated him, disbelieving.

"Yes--why? Why do you care if the person that bought this sad rag thinks that you performed oral sex on someone in public?"

"You are downright crazy." I waved a hand at him. "But I see what you're saying."

"You are?!?!" Kevin whipped his head my way, absolutely shocked.

Garrett chuckled at Kevin's expression.

"We can't have Matt doing anything--well--anything that would, um, make him look bad. He needs to keep doing what he's doing." Kevin sputtered, his eyes darting between me and Garrett.

"He doesn't really mean he's going to make me look like a player, Kev." I tried to calm his nerves.

"Matt, he's going to make you look like a pervert. The only way for you to continue your career is to keep looking like the sweet guy you are." Kevin tried to get me to see it his way.

"Are you mad?" Garrett looked shocked.

"This is ridiculous." Kevin gave up, throwing his hands in the air.

"Let's say I become the bad boy version of me." I was thinking this through. "Who says it will help me get another role. Or roles." "Who says being a good boy will? Being a good boy doesn't seem to get you much good publicity, does it?" Garrett grinned from ear to ear as he tapped the magazine with a finger.

I sat back in my chair and took another healthy drink of the beer. Garrett just stared back at me, while Kevin looked mighty upset at how things were going.

"So?" Kevin nudged me, frustrated.

"I guess some photo spreads, selected suprprise appearances.." I began.

"You're not really going to do what he's suggesting are you?" Kevin screeched.

"It won't hurt to try." I sighed, finishing off the last of my beer. "I'll try it."

"Cheers." Garrett smiled and took a sip of his beer.

"Matt, this is absolutely ridiculous! You can't do it!" Kevin followed me into the house, pleading with me.

"Yes, we've covered this." I sighed as I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter.

"He's going to ruin you. Barbara would never have told you to do anything like this!"

"Kevin, chill out."

He kept ranting and raving as we walked thru the kitchen, thru the dining room and into the den. My nerves were wearing thin once we got out onto the deck. Kevin walked over to the front of the deck, chastising me as I slid the glass door 'til it was only open wide enough for the dog to go in and out.

"Okay, that's enough!" I shouted.

Kevin abruptly stopped hollering at me. I decided not to get mean since he frowned, looking hurt.

"Listen. This is what I feel I need to do to further my career. I know it's not exactly something that you'd be capable of bringing yourself to do..."

"What I'm capable of doing??" Kevin eyes bugged out.

"It's something that will get me noticed more, and give me a better chance of having a studio want me on a film."

"Why is it something that I'm not capable of?" Kevin stammered.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant, it's not your style." I sighed and walked over next to him, leaning on the rail.

"My style?"

"Kevin, I just meant...well you're a nice guy. You don't do risque things."

"Is that a bad thing?" Kevin was obviously taking it personally.

"No. You were just one of those kids that colored inside the lines all the time." I shrugged.

"Just because it's the opposite of what I'd do doesn't mean it's a good thing."

"I'm not saying that either..."

I stopped and just turned to look at him. Kevin looked so hurt. He also looked worried that I was going to embark on something that was going to permanently damage me.

"Kevin, look. I'm just going to make people take notice of me. Nothing bad is going to come of it. If it ruins my career, well I'm headed that way anyhow." I explained.

"Fine. What are you going to do first? Have sex with Brian in a public place? Pose nude for Playgirl? Get caught robbing a convenient store?" Kevin spat.

"I hadn't thought of those. Maybe robbing a bank would be even better." I stated in a sarcastic, angry voice.

"I was joking."

"I know you were, daddy. However, I don't need your advice. I don't need you hanging around me like a goddamn bodygaurd. You need to get over it and find someone else to cling onto like a leech. You're driving me crazy!" I screamed everything on my mind at him before I thought about what I was saying.

Kevin looked down immediately, color rising in his cheeks. He looked like he needed to crawl into a hole and escape me right at that moment.

"I...I didn't mean that." I stuttered when I realized what had just escaped my lips.

"Fine. I'll leave you alone." Kevin sauntered into the house, not looking at me once as he did.

I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it. "Fuck."

"Hey, baby." I turned again to see Brian coming out of the patio door with Aaron, a confused smile on his face.

"Hey you two." I tried to smile back.

"What's wrong with my cousin now?" Brian rolled his eyes as Aaron giggled.

"Nothing." I stated quickly.

"He looks upset again. Another call from Kristin?" Brian asked as he approached and kissed me on the lips.

"It's nothing, baby." I tried to reassure him--and also hide the fact that I had just been very rude to Kevin.

"Alright. Aaron wants to go see Austin Powers tonight. None of us want to go. Do you want to take him?" Brian asked as Aaron held up his hands in a prayer position.

"Pleeeeeeease?" Aaron begged with a smile.

"You gonna watch Booker?" I asked Brian.

"Ofcourse." Brian smiled approvingly.

"What time does it start?"

"In like forty-five minutes." Aaron answered for Brian.

"Okay, put your shoes back on and we'll go." I sent Aaron into the house, laughing as he smiled widely at me.

Brian and I watched as Aaron went into the house, apparently on a search and destroy mission for his shoes.

"So, what's really wrong with Kevin?" Brian asked again.

"I think I hurt his feelings."

"Huh?" Brian looked shocked.

"Okay, I know I hurt his feelings. I sorta cussed at him." I looked down at my feet, ashamed now.

"Why'd you do that?" Brian gave a nervous laugh.

"He was digging in my ass about the meeting with Garrett. He was fathering me, and...."

"Say no more." Brian held a finger to my lips. "I've wanted to cuss him out for that for a loooooong time."

"Shut up." I laughed before Brian leaned in to kiss me.

"I'll just talk to him, okay?" Brian suggested.

"Yeah, it'd probably be a good idea." I sighed.

"Go take your sexy ass--and Aaron--to the movies." Brian pushed me towards the house with a slap on the ass.

"Yes sir." I gave an evil grin as I walked back into the house.

(Part Twenty-Eight)

"Thanks for taking me to see it." Aaron thanked me profusely yet again as we walked out of the theater. "And for paying for it."

"Oh well. Even though you're the richest fourteen year old I know, I figured it was the right thing to do." I ruffled his hair.

"I'm glad I'm saying at your place. Nick wouldn't have brought me no matter how much I begged." Aaron sighed.

"Well, isn't that how big brothers are supposed to act?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess." Aaron replied, rolling his shoulders.

It was almost dark outside. The sky had turned to a rich, dark blue. A few stars were starting to come out and the moon was glowing dimly down at us. You could definitely tell it was Friday night. There were people everywhere, talking loudly--particularly about bars and clubs they were going to hit later that night.

"Damn, I want that jacket." Aaron stopped in front of a shop window.

I almost got onto him for cursing, but figured that it was probably pointless. Especially since he had the five guys--most of which cursed like sailors--around him alot.

"I wouldn't mind having it myself." I replied.

It was a black fleece navy peacoat. It was double breasted and straight lined. The coat would definitely have looked good on either one of us.

"It's only three-hundred." Aaron pointed at the sign that gave the price.

"Too rich for my blood." I groaned.

"Oh, come on." Aaron looked up at me, disbelieving.

"And you, too." I laughed and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him away from the shop.

"Okay, okay." Aaron laughed with me.

"That was just some random shop. I saw a jacket similar to that by Versace once. They only wanted two-fifty for their's." I stated.

"Now you're just making stuff up to keep me from buying it." Aaron finally got loose of my grip.

"Basically." I laughed as he continued to walk close at my side. "But you don't need a three-hundred dollar jacket for everyday wear."

"I feel bad for Booker."

"Why's that?" I gasped.

"When he gets my age and asks for a hundred dollar pair of sneakers, you'll probably strangle him." Aaron poked me in the side and ran off.

"No, I'll get it out of my system on you." I laughed and ran after him, down the sidewalk in front of the mini-mall.

Aaron wasn't trying to hard to get away. I had caught up to him just as we had gone past the mini mall into a park. He was laughing as I wrapped an arm around his neck again.

"I'm sorry!" Aaron pleaded as I gave him a 'noogie'.

"You better be." I finally released him.

"Dang." Aaron clutched his side and sat down on a small brick divider that was between the sidewalk and the grass in the park.

"Oh please. You're fourteen. That run didn't take anything out of your young butt." I teased and sat down next to him on the makeshift wall.

"You're not that old."

"Old enough." I winked.

"Yeah, I guess." Aaron replied and pulled his legs up underneath him until he sitting indian style on the wall.

"Don't get too comfy. We're not staying out here long."

"I don't want to go back right now."

"Why not? I'm sure the guys are expecting us."

"They're not really alot of fun." Aaron replied as if it were obvious.

I let it sink in that maybe the fourteen year old wasn't having fun with the four queens and two old men. Finally, I pulled my legs up underneath me as well and gave Aaron a quick smile. People passed us by on the sidewalk, or driving by in their cars, paying us no mind. I actually kind of enjoyed this. People were paying less and less attention to me. If I went thru with Garrett's plan, I would be alot more recognizable to these same people that were now ignoring me.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Aaron asked.

"Nothing really." I shrugged. "I was just thinking how nice it is that no one is mobbing me right now."

"I hear ya'."

"Are you and Nick not getting along or something?" I asked, not actually looking over at him.

"No, we get along." Aaron didn't sound too sure of himself.

"Do Nick and A.J. bother you?"

"What do you mean?" He cocked his head.

"I mean, the fact that Nick is, well..."

"Gay? No." Aaron sighed.

"You sure?"

"Positive. I mean, you're gay." Aaron pushed me in the arm with a smile.

"Just a bit." I laughed.

"No, it doesn't bother me. It bothers me that...nothing." Aaron let his legs drop in front of him.

"What?"

"Why does he have to act like I'm not important when A.J.'s around?" Aaron huffed, obviously upset about it.

"He doesn't think you're not important." I put an arm around his shoulders.

"It sure seems that way." Aaron put an elbow on his knee and balanced his chin in his palm.

"A.J. will never replace you. Nick's just in love, and well, sometimes you forget the other people you love when that happens. It doesn't mean he loves you less."

"He doesn't even pay attention to me." Aaron looked up at me.

"Have you told him that?"

"Well, no!" Aaron laughed. "He'll think I'm stupid."

"You're his brother. He won't think you're stupid. Just tell him you want more attention from him. Let him know you want to spend time with him." I explained.

"I don't think he'll care." Aaron sighed again, sounding more depressed.

"Ofcourse he will. He might not at first, 'cause, well, we can all be ignorant to what's going on sometimes. But, I know he loves you. So, I think he'll pay attention to what you're saying. I mean, who doesn't want to do stuff with a kid that eats the whole bucket of popcorn?" I teased him.

"Stop it!" Aaron began laughing as I got him in a headlock and ruffled his hair again.

"Not until you cheer up!" I ordered.

"Okay, okay! I'll cheer up!" Aaron gasped as I let him go.

"How about some ice cream? My treat." I stood up.

"No, I'll pay." Aaron stated as he stood.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." I punched him in the arm. "Race ya' to the car, young'un!"

Aaron ran after me with a laugh, obviously happier than he had been.

"You wanna come in and watch T.V. with us?" I asked Aaron as we entered the house thru the garage door.

"Yeah." Aaron smiled, but looked tired.

"Go get your PJ's on first, boy." I pushed him in the right direction.

"PJ's?" Aaron giggled.

"Sorry, you're not Booker. Go get your pajamas on." I laughed with him.

"Aight, I'll be back in a few." Aaron shook his head at me and took off.

I set my backpack down by the door and stretched, almost reaching to the ceiling. After plugging my cell phone into the charger, I saunted into the den to find all the guys sprawled out in the den, watching 'Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone'. At first I thought they had all gone buggers, but then I saw Booker sleeping in Brian's lap in the chair. I figured it had been Booker's choice to watch the movie, and after he had fallen asleep, the guys were already interested in the flick. Personally, I liked the books and the movie, but it wasn't really the guys' flavor.

Nick and A.J. were on the floor in front of the coffee table. A.J. had his head on top of a couple pillows, propped up, while Nick was laid out beside him. Nick's head was rested on A.J.'s chest. Howie was sitting in the chair next to Brian, and Kevin was sprawled out on his own on the couch. Brian smiled lazily up at me as I went down the three steps that took you into the den.

"Want me to take him to bed?" I asked as I leaned down to kiss Brian.

"Nah, I'll do it." Brian gave me another quick kiss and got up, cradling Booker in his arms.

"He has some clean PJ's in the top drawer." I offered before taking Brian's seat.

"How was the movie?" Kevin drawled.

Obviously he wasn't too upset--he was talking to me.

"Crude, nasty and tacky. Two thumbs up." I laughed.

"Sounds like my kind of movie." Howie replied as I kicked off my shoes with a groan.

"My brother didn't drive you crazy did he?" Nick made it sound like Aaron was a burden.

"No, your brother was fine. He's a good kid." I replied.

"Good." Nick replied, his head still not leaving A.J.'s chest.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were playing a life size game of Wizard's Chess on the T.V. when Aaron sauntered into the room. He had on a pair of boxers and a white tee. He smiled at me sleepily before he went to the couch and laid out on the other end, opposite of Kevin. I was beginning to wish I had thought of it first.

Brian came back in the room, sans Booker, and sat down in the chair with me, cuddling up with me. I let him squeeze into the chair with, then wrapped my arms around his chest and laid my head against his chest. Brian began stroking my hair, running his fingers thru it as I nuzzled his chest.

"Did you guys have fun?" Brian whispered in my ear softly.

"Mmm hmmm." I barely got the sound out.

"Good. You didnt' happen to pick me up some ice cream, too, did you?" Brian giggled.

"What makes you think we got ice cream?"

"If you leave this house, you're not coming back unless you do." Brian teased.

"Nuh uh." I laughed, but he knew the truth.

"Riiiiiiight." Brian kissed the top of my head.

I lounged with Brian, watching the end of Harry Potter with the guys. When the credits started rolling, I knew it was bedtime for me.

"Well girls--and Aaron--I'm going to hit the hay." I yawned the last bit.

"Nite." Aaron wished me goodnight.

All the guys said their "goodnights" in turn, and I left to go to bed after giving Brian a kiss goodnight. Brian promised that he would be in after a bit. I didn't know what the guys were planning to do before bed, but I knew it wouldn't be something I'd want to participate in. That usually led to trouble.

When I got into my bedroom, I immediately saw Booker in the middle of the bed, bundled up in the covers. I didn't know if Brian had put him to sleep in our bed or Booker had come in on his own. Really I didn't care. I was too tired to worry about it. It didn't take me long to strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed next to Booker.

As if by instinct, Booker scootched back against me and didn't stop squirming until I had draped an arm over him and held him to me. I was glad Booker was there to cuddle with. My whole body seemed to be shutting down, and it felt good to have another warm body to hold onto as I drifted off to sleep. Booker made small breathing noises, lulling me to sleep as I held onto him. It wasn't but a few minutes before I was fast asleep. The last thought that came to me was the fact that it was just now ten o'clock.

When I awoke the next morning, the sun hadn't even risen yet. It was starting to get lighter outside, but it wasn't quite light yet. Booker was still next to me, curled up tightly in my arms. Brian was on the other side of him, an arm draped over Booker and I. He was snoring softly, somewhat of a hum. I glanced over Brian at his clock and it was five in the morning.

I didn't necessarily want to get out of bed, but I knew I was wide awake. My body wasn't going to let me go back to sleep now. I groaned my disapproval, and rolled out of bed slowly. Careful not to wake Brian or Booker, I got out of bed and put my robe on. As soon as I had closed the bedroom door behind me, I padded softly down the hall towards the kitchen, as to not wake anyone else. I smiled to myself as I realized that the first pot of coffee was going to be all mine.

As I walked thru the dining room to the kitchen, I glanced into the den and saw an arm hanging off the couch. I cursed to myself, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't wake up when I started busying myself in the kitchen. As quietly as I could, I put some coffee on to perc in the kitchen, then searched thru my back pack that was at the door still for my cigarettes and lighter.

When the coffee was done, I poured myself a healthy mug full. Loads of sugar and cream where added, and I grabbed the mug and my cigarettes to go out on the deck. I didn't bother to look and see who was on the couch when I exited the house thru the sliding glass door. It was quite chilly outside, I noticed, and pulled my robe tightly around my middle and plopped down in a chair.

"Hey." I cursed to myself as I heard Kevin's voice from the door.

"Good morning." I chirped as I lit a cigarette and took a healthy drag.

"Mornin'." He yawned and sat down in the chair across from me.

"There's coffee in the kitchen, if you want some." I suggested as I took a sip from my mug.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Kevin smiled but stayed sitting where he was at.

"Sleep on the couch again?" I asked, tapping the ashes off the end of my cigarette.

"No. Aaron did, though." He yawned again.

"Ah. I was wondering who that was." I shrugged slightly.

Kevin just nodded his head, as if confirming it was Aaron on the couch again. I watched the sun slowly rise in the horizon, enjoying the early morning cool that California offered. Kevin curled up in his chair, obviously not fully awake.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to snap at you. And you know I didn't mean that whole thing about you being a leech." I stated lowly to Kevin as he held his knees to his chest.

"Yeah, I know." Kevin replied.

"But ya' know what? I'm not gonna fade out. My career is not over. I'm going to do what I have to, even if it is a bit, depraved. I know it's not something you approve of, but I don't want your approval." I explained further.

Kevin just listened.

"And I know you were just trying to protect me. I appreciate it, I really do. It's just, I'm not used to that. I always take care of myself."

"Matt, it's okay. Really. I understand. If you feel it's something you need to do, then I'll support you." Kevin replied evenly.

"Thanks." I didn't know if I should explain more, or if Kevin was honestly not offended. "You sure?"

"Positive. What are you going to do first?" Kevin asked, not sounding the least bit sarcastic.

"You know, I had this real devilish idea." I had to grin at the thought.

"What devilish idea would that be?" Kevin turned his head to look at me.

I finally realized he was smiling about the whole thing, too. He truly wasn't offended.

"Well--and just hear me out--I was thinking about hitting this club in West Hollywood tonight. Sort of like an unannounced visit out." I started.

"It's a gay club, isn't it?" Kevin shook his head, but began to laugh.

"Yes sir it is. I mean, if people are just now questioning my sexuality, I'm going to give them enough to talk about for years to come." I laughed at myself.

"Well, if you're sure you want to do it." Kevin replied.

"I am."

"Then I want to come with you." Kevin stated.

"Oh yeah, let's get you in trouble, too." I teased.

"Hey, I'm married. People can think what they want about me." Kevin stated, then grinned. "Besides, seeing that story in the papers oughta make Kristin freak out."

"Well, that would be a good way to get revenge." I laughed at Kevin.

"Yeah. And besides, Brian can't go with you. That would really fry you both. It'd be best if I was there instead of him." Kevin reasoned.

"Alright, just none of that fatherly crap, k?" I looked down at him as I went in to refill my coffee mug.

"Right." Kevin nodded once.

"Coffee?" I held up my mug.

"Yeah, sure. Black." Kevin smiled at me as I went back into the house.

(Part Twenty-Nine)

"Where you go, daddy?" Booker rubbed his eyes with his fists as he yawned.

"Uncle Kevin and I have to go out for a bit. But I'll be back before too long. And Daddy will be here with you, okay?" I sat down on the edge of Booker's bed, next to him.

"But I want you to sweep with me." Booker whined.

"I'll sleep with you when I get back." I smiled down at him.

"Pwomise?"

"Cross my heart, buddy." I made a motion across my chest.

"Okay." Booker finally gave me a smile.

"Night night, buddy." I leaned down ant kissed his forehead, finally standing back up.

"Night, daddy." Booker rolled over on his side and watched as I left the room, turning off the light and closing the door 'til it was open just a crack.

It was nine o'clock at night. I hadn't even had a chance to get a shower or get ready to go to the club. Garrett had come over in the afternoon, and I had to fill him in on what Kevin and I were up to. Garrett was like a kid in a candy store. He wanted all the dirty details--each one gave him another reason to giggle.

Kevin and I filled all the guys in on what we were going to do, too. Aaron had wanted to come with us because he thought it was going to be hilarious. However, we all explained to Aaron that a fourteen year old couldn't get into a club--let alone a gay club. He was disappointed, but felt better after I promised to tell him all about it. I had a hard time thinking of him as a fourteen year old. He definitely acted like a twenty-something.

Brian thought the idea was great, but was severely disappointed that he couldn't make some waves with me. He made mention that he wanted to be able to come out and dance with me. When Kevin and I made him realize that would be way too obvious, he made Kevin promise to dance up close on me for him. Kevin laughed, but I told Brian that would be no problem.

As soon as I was sure Booker was satisfied with what I had told him and he wasn't going to come charging out of his bedroom, I went to my room to get ready. Not one to waste time, I stripped down immediately and headed to the bathroom. I hadn't been in the shower two minutes when the bathroom door opened.

"Matt?" I heard Kevin's voice, but couldn't look because my head was under the shower.

"I'm getting ready!" I stated loudly.

"Um, I have to shower with you." Kevin replied.

"Do what?" I thought I hadn't heard him right, so I pulled my head out from under the shower.

"Howie's in Booker's shower, and I need to get ready, too." Kevin opened the other end of the shower and stepped in.

I didn't bother looking back. My face was suddenly very red. Granted the shower had two shower heads, one on each end. However, I never thought it would be used like this.

"Get out of here!" I laughed, suddenly feeling like I needed to wrap a towel around myself.

"Brian said I could since Howie had the other bathroom occupied. He said there was enough room for two in here." Kevin stated, then began turning the knobs at the other side of the shower.

I didn't really know how to respond, so I put my head under the water again and slicked my hair back.

"Shampoo and conditioner's on your right there. Will you hand them to me?" I reached a hand behind me, still keeping my eyes forward.

"Jeez, you act like you've never seen a naked man before." Kevin laughed as I felt two bottles get placed against the palm of my hand.

"Well, I don't make it a habit to look at naked men that I'm not dating or fucking. I don't even watch porn." I replied sheepishly as I took the two bottles from him.

"Ah, well it's nothing. The guys and I have all seen each other naked before. We had to share showers alot in the past at venues and whatnot." Kevin replied.

"No wonder sixty percent of ya'll are gay." I teased as I opened the shampoo bottle.

"I don't think that did it." Kevin laughed loudly.

"You just never know." I squeezed a healthy helping of shampoo into the palm of my hand.

I tried to go about washing my hair as usual. Shampooing wasn't too bad. I managed to get the shampoo in my hair, scrubbed around good, then rinsed out thoroughly. However, after I got my head loaded with conditioner, I went to put the bottle back on the edge of the tub. Due to my clumsiness, I managed to drop the bottle. Out of instinct, I bent over and picked it up. However, my ass managed to rub up against Kevin as I did it. The shriek was probably heard two houses over.

"Good lord." Kevin laughed at my squeal.

"Sorry. Just shocked me." I stood up quickly, leaving the conditioner bottle where it was.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Matt." Kevin stated lowly.

"I know, I'm...fuck, I'm sorry." I laughed, shaking a bit.

Kevin bent down behind me and grabbed the conditioner bottle, then stood back up.

"Here ya' go." He handed it to me, from around my side.

"Thanks." I took it quickly from him.

"I'm not going to try anything, Matt." Kevin moved up close behind me, speaking into my ear.

"Well, you're close enough to." I teased, slowly starting to relax at Kevin's affirmation.

"Will you hand me the shampoo?" Kevin asked in a very deep voice.

Instead of bending over at the waiste, I bent at the knees and grabbed the bottle of shampoo and stood up quickly.

"Here ya' go." I passed it over my shoulder.

"Thanks." Kevin stated, then moved back over to his shower head.

I stayed in the same position I had been in, letting the conditioner set in my hair for a bit. Finally, I realized that if Kevin was trying some type of seduction, he would have done it already. Nick and A.J. had tried to seduce me in the past, and they didn't have the advantage of being nude in a shower with me. Suddenly, my inhibitions seemed to drip away.

"Well, since you're already in here," I grabbed a washclothe from the side of the tub, "make yourself useful."

"Huh?" Kevin asked from behind me.

"Wash my back for me." I handed him the washclothe over my shoulder.

"That I can do." Kevin laughed and took the clothe from me.

I placed my hands against the shower wall at my end. It took a few moments as Kevin lathered the clothe up with soap, but finally he was scrubbing my back for me. I let my head roll back as Kevin scrubbed, going somewhat slower than necessary. I didn't mean to let it happen, but a low moan escaped my lips. Kevin seemed to slow down, and his scrubs turned into rubbing.

My back arched, pushing into his hands. I didn't stop Kevin as I heard the washclothe hit the floor of the shower and he put his other hand on my back. Slowly, he began to rub my shoulders, his hands on my bare skin. I rolled my neck, my chin connecting with his left hand as it rubbed my shoulder.

Kevin moved in closer to me, his body close enough to my backside that I could feel the heat rising off him. His hands moved down to the middle of my back. When Kevin let his hands roam from my back to my front, playing up and down my stomach, I laid my head back against him. His face was now just an inch from mine. Suddenly, I realized why I didn't want Kevin around me too much. Why I had pushed him away, and why I hadn't wanted him in the shower. I wasn't afraid of him. It was me. I had a very sudden, very strong, urge to do very bad things with him.

From the poking against my lower back, Kevin must have had the same feeling. My mind wasn't thinking for me, I found myself pushing back against him. My body was pushed harder against his. I could feel the full length of his very hard cock pointing straight up between us. Kevin groaned as I pinned his hard cock between the two of us. I felt Kevin's hands going lower on my stomach, towards my crotch, then suddenly they stopped.

"I can't, Matt. I just can't." Kevin propped his chin on my shoulder and panted into my ear.

I groaned a somewhat frustrated type of groan. My cock was now beginning to get hard. I knew there was no stopping it.

"It's okay. You're straight. You just don't like guys." I panted as I spoke, biting my lower lip.

"No." Kevin breathed into my ear. "It's Brian. I can't do that to him."

I suddenly felt like an ass.

"Oh." My cock proved me wrong by slowly deflating.

"I'm sorry." Kevin moved away from me slowly.

I could feel his cock sliding down my back and away from me.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have encouraged you." I was finally catching my breath.

"It's not your fault." Kevin turned away from me and began shampooing his hair.

I put my head under the shower again, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. When my hair was clean of all the conditioner, I turned my side of the shower off.

"I'll just get dried off and start getting ready, while you, um, finish." I turned to notice Kevin was moving his hand slowly in front of himself.

I could tell he was slowly masturbating.

"Alright." Kevin replied as I opened my side of the shower and stepped out.

As soon as I began to dry off, Kevin began moaning just low enough that only someone in the bathroom could hear him.

"Ya'll are nice and sparkly." Brian laughed as Kevin and I entered the den for all the guys to give a final inspection.

"Body glitter, baby." I explained and looked down at my glistening arms.

"You also look like a Gadzook's blew up on your ass." Nick looked at me.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Kevin looked at me.

"It's normally a bad thing. However, it's a good thing for tonight. Right A.J.?" I replied.

"Absolutely. Good choice on the leather pants." A.J. gave me a "thumbs up".

Kevin was wearing the black suede pants he had been trying on when the Enquirer snapped pictures of us. He had a plain white tee on that was extremely tight, but sexy, on him. His wrists were adorned with black bracelets, and he had a few plain silver rings on. His body was glittering brightly from the glitter and his hair was beautifully spiked. My outfit was somewhat similar. However, I had tight black leather pants on with a white wife beater on.

My arms were decorated with a few bracelets and rings, too. However, I also had a armband tattoo in the shape of thorny vines. Kevin and I had managed to apply it and make it look like the real thing. Every patch of skin that showed was covered in glitter. There was black liner around my eyes, and mascara had been applied. My hair was spiked as well, and full of glitter.

"I didn't know you had all of that crap laying around." Brian looked me up and down.

"Ofcourse. I knew the day would arrive that I would have to dress like a person going to a gay rave." I gave a crooked smile.

"Right. Well you two behave. I don't want to my boyfriend and cousin out of county tonight." Brian laughed at me.

"Us? Be bad? Never!" I squealed and turned towards the front door.

"Oh lordy, just be good." He replied with a sigh.

"Bye, Matt!" I heard Aaron speak up.

"Bye! Have fun, ya'll!" Kevin and I spoke almost in unison.

Kevin and I exited the house thru the front door and immediately saw the car waiting on us. Garrett was standing beside the car, leaning back against it, smoking.

"Hey Garrett." Kevin drawled as we approached him.

"You look like you're wearing a bin liner." Garrett stated, looking right at me. "I love it."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Having a fag. Waiting on you." Garrett replied before bringing a cigarette to his lips.

"Ah, well, we need to get our party on." I leaned against the car next to him, finally realizing that someone else was in the front, waiting to drive us.

"Well, let's go then." Garrett flicked his cigarette into the driveway and held the back driver side door open.

"Go ahead." I waved Kevin towards the door.

Kevin climbed into the car and scootched over to the far side for me so I could get in.

"You look such the part." Garrett gave me a nod.

"Thanks. I think." I smiled and hopped into the car, letting him shut the door behind me.

Garrett walked around to the passenger side and got into the front of the car. The driver wasted no time in pulling out of the driveway and heading towards our destination.

"Did you two bring cash?" Garrett asked over his shoulder as we rode down the dark highway.

"Credit cards." Kevin replied.

"Good. Do you have my cell phone number?" Garrett asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Call me when you're ready to leave. We'll pick you up." Garrett instructed.

"We can catch a cab, I'm sure." I respond, pulling a cigarette out and lighing it.

"Yes, well, if you two cause a scene...."

"I'm sure we will." Kevin looked at me and laughed.

"Then you'll need us there as quickly as possible to pick you up. We'll probably wait outside for you, but if we're not there for any reason, call me." He finished.

"I'm pretty sure Matt and I can handle a little partying, Garrett." Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes at me.

"Well, just remember to call us when you need us."

"We'll remember, Garrett, don't worry." I exhaled, blowing smoke out the cracked window.

"We won't." Kevin replied, then reached over and rubbed my cheek, close to my eye, with his thumb. "Eyelash."

"Thanks."

"Here we are." The driver announced as we pulled in front of the club.

A line of people were wrapped halfway around the block while two burly men guarded the front door. Kevin opened his door as soon as the car was completely stopped. He was out before Garrett could say anything, and I quickly followed suit.

"Be careful!" Garrett rolled down his window and shouted.

"Yes, daddy!" Kevin and I responded together as I lit another cigarette.

"G'bye!" Garrett huffed at us, then the car pulled out.

Kevin and I turned to finally notice everyone in line at the club staring at us. Obviously, we were recognized.

"You ready for this?" Kevin asked.

"Yes. But let's go straight to the bar when we get in." I exhaled smoke and dropped my cigarette, snubbing it out with the toe of a my shoe.

"Well, come on, then." Kevin grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his, fingers interlace with mine, when he saw the guard at the door wave us over.

The guard didn't look happy to see us, but opened the door for us as we approached.

"Go on in." The big burly guard on the right pointed his thumb at the opened door.

"Thanks." Kevin replied for us and pulled me thru the door after him.

As soon as the door was shut behind us, we were throw into darkness. There was enough light coming from the other set of doors about ten feet in front of us to tell that there was quite a party going on. Kevin waited while I lit another cigarette, then drug me thru the second set of doors by my hand.

"Good lord." I gasped, almost laughing, as I saw the sight before us.

"Huh?" Kevin moved his head closer to me as the door swung shut behind us and we were bathed in light and sound.

I had never seen so many drag queens in one vicinity in my life. There were other guys dressed like Kevin and myself. Some women were dressed like us, too. However, I couldn't help but notice the blue and pink wigs that poked up here and there in the crowd. There were probably only ten out of hundreds, but I noticed them first.

The whole dance floor was jammed packed. A very fast version of Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" was thumping thru the speakers. I smoked my cigarette, arbitrarily flicking ashes on the floor, as I watched the sea of people in front of us. I didn't make a move until I felt Kevin pulling my hand.

"You still want that drink?" Kevin screamed over the noise.

"Definitely." I laughed nervously and wrapped my fingers tighter thru his.

Kevin smiled down at our hands and began to lead me thru the sea of bodies that bounced into us. When we finally reached the bar, I think my ass had been pinched two million times and someone had "accidentally" bumped into me just as much. Everyone that bumped into me said they were "very sorry", so I just quickly told them it was okay and followed Kevin to the bar.

"What do you want to drink? Kevin screamed at me.

"Whatever will get me drunk the fastest." I laughed as I took a long draw on my cigarette.

"You act like you've never been to a club before." Kevin laughed after shouting something at the bartender.

"It just sank in that there's no turning back now. And people are touching my ass!" I whined comically and turned to bury my face in his chest.

"I'll protect you!" Kevin stated heroically and patted the back of my head.

"Thank you, sexy!" I cooed up at him.

Kevin frowned down at me, then opened his mouth to say something. However, the bartender caught his attention and Kevin had to pull away from me to get our drinks. I was squeezing between two guys at the bar to snub my cigarette out when Kevin handed me my drink. I took my drink from Kevin quickly and brought it to my lips.

"Wait, what is this?" I asked, lowering my drink.

"It's a Three Mile Island Iced Tea." Kevin smiled proudly.

"Is that like a Long Island Iced Tea?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Just try it." Kevin smirked.

I raised the glass to my lips, and knowing it would probably taste like shit, took a big gulp.

"Wow! I'm drunk." I teased.

"Pretty powerful, ain't it?" He laughed.

"To say the least." I took another gulp, draining my glass to the halfway mark.

"Careful. You'll get too drunk for me to have any fun with." Kevin winked at me.

"I've never been so drunk that I don't have fun." I laughed at him and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in to me.

Kevin looked down at me, a weird smile on his face.

"Is there a reason you're being so flirtatious?" Kevin laughed, but didn't pull away from me.

"I didn't know I was flirting. I thought we were supposed to be here as a couple." I teased.

I wanted to say "Because I really want to fuck you", but thought better of it. Why was it that two guys I didn't really want to have sex with, I ended up having a foursome with--with Brian? However, I really wanted to have sex with Kevin, but that didn't seem okay. For some odd reason, having one-on-one sex with Kevin would seem like cheating. I didn't want to think of what Brian would have to say about it. I had a feeling he'd think it was cheating, too.

"Well, I guess it's okay then." Kevin put his arms over my shoulders and stared down at me.

"Ofcourse it is. Besides, you don't want to seem out of place at a gay bar, do you?"

"Hell no." Kevin laughed loudly.

Suddenly, a remix of the Geri Halliwell version of "These Boots Were Made For Walking" started. Kevin drained his drink quickly. I took his que and drained my glass as well. Kevin let his hands drop to my hips and gave me a mischievious grin.

"We're gonna dance." He drawled and began to drag me towards the dance floor.

"Oh are we?" I winked and slowly followed him out to the dance floor, not really noticing if people were bumping into me or not.

"How'd you do that?" I poked a finger down the front of a drag queen's shirt.

"Do what?" She asked as I felt her up.

"Get it to look like you have tits." I was drunker than shit.

"Oh girl, that's easy. A little bit of tape and some blush will make it look like you're stacked." She laughed as I continued to inspect her boobs.

Kevin and I were out at the front of the club, talking to drag queens, and well, just plain queens. We had just called Garrett and asked him to come pick us up. While we waited, we figured we may as well talk with our new found friends. Being the two celebrities in the gay bar had definitely attracted some attention. We had made friends with a drag queen and several gay men. They all seemed really nice, but I'm sure that our celebrity status had something to do with that.

We had ended up dancing for an hour or so. We made pit stops throughout the night to get more drinks. After two hours, we were both totally hammered, but having an excellent time. We probably would have taken a break from dancing, but everyone around us wanted a dance. Who were we to deny them the chance?

After awhile, Kevin got the call of nature and had to visit the bathroom. So we wouldn't lose each other, I followed him to the bathroom. I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom and smoked a cigarette while he went in to pee. Within two seconds, he was back at my side. I had made a comment about him working quick. However, Kevin immediately squealed "There's men in there having sex, Matt!" He looked completely embarassed.

I took charge--mainly to see what the guys were doing--and went into the bathroom with Kevin. He was absolutely right. Guys were blowing each other, fucking each other, whatever they felt like doing. I figured I could do much better than the rest of them, but felt it unwise to give two men having sex pointers. Kevin made me go into the bathroom stall with him and wait while he peed. The whole time I was trying to peek over and under the stall door to watch the spectacle.

After the bathroom break, we had another drink and went back to find our drag queen friend to dance with. She had informed us her moniker was "Trashy Tina". For some reason, I found this extremely funny. Kevin had popped a grin, but I think he had wanted to ask too many question of the drag queen, and thought it unwise.

"Girl, I know it can't be that easy." I stood on tiptoe to look down into her clevage.

"I swear." She made a motion of pushing from the outside of her chest in. "You just push all the skin this way, tape it into place. Then you run some blush down thru the center and it makes it look like you have boobs."

"That's awesome." I felt her up again one good time before giving up trying to figure out the logistics.

"You should try it sometime." She squealed at me.

"Oh, I don't think I'd make a very pretty woman." Kevin came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I couldn't hold a candle to you, girl."

"That's true." She sucked her teeth, making me laugh.

"You do look good." Kevin drawled over my shoulder.

"Don't I know." She flipped her wrist at us. "Is that your ride?"

I glanced behind us as she pointed out towards the street. Sure enough, Garrett had arrived with the car.

"Yeah, that's us." I replied as Kevin pulled away from me.

"I have your number. I'll call you sometime. You and your boyfriend need to come see me perform sometime." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed back into the club.

"Alright, bye!" I hollered after her as Kevin drug me towards the car.

"Come on, Mr. Popular." Kevin laughed as we got into the car.

"Oh please, I saw that built blonde man dancing up on you." I teased him as I shut the door behind me.

Kevin just blushed at me.

"Sounds like you two had fun." Garrett laughed at us.

"We did. Now take us home, James!" I hollered at the driver drunkenly.

(Epilogue)

"Goddamnit. Grab me!" I squealed as I began to topple thru the open front door.

"Hold it!" Kevin grabbed me and yanked me back up before I fell over.

In the process, we both fell against the door frame. I ended up wrapped in Kevin's arms, looking up at him. Not much would have stopped me, I began laughing loudly as we laid against the door.

"Shhhhh! You'll wake everyone up." Kevin scolded me, but still laughing.

"Shhhhh! I'm hunting wabbits." I replied and put a single finger against his lips.

I began laughing louder as Kevin held me tightly to him and I pressed my finger into his face. Before I knew what had happened, Kevin had wrapped his lips around my finger, and was sucking gently. I began giggling softly as I pushed my finger slowly in and out of his mouth, watching him get it wet with saliva. Kevin moved his eyes up to mine and watched me as I ran my finger in and out of his mouth.

"We shouldn't be doing this here." I stated calmly, however weak my knees were.

Kevin didn't answer, he just pushed me inside and closed the door, locking it behind him. Before I could do anything else, he had me pushed against the wall and had his lips pressed against mine. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, returning his kiss. I could already feel Kevin's hard cock thru his pants pressing against me. Kevin grabbed my ass and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Kevin pinned me against the wall, ramming his tongue into my mouth.

I began running my fingers thru his hair, playing my tongue along his as he rubbed my ass roughly. Kevin began dry humping me against the wall, making his pants covered cock poke against my ass. I didn't even think about it, I shoved my hands between us and ripped his pants open. Kevin began breathing very heavily, his body spasming as I thrust my hands into his pants. The next thing I knew, there was a warm sticky substance all over my hands. Kevin kept spasming.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Kevin moaned heavily as he thrust against my hands.

"It's, um, okay." I stammered as I pulled my soaked hands out of his pants, wiping them slowly on his shirt.

"I didn't mean for that to happen." Kevin shivered as I unwrapped my legs from around him and stood on my own.

I was still drunk, and a guy had just prematurely ejaculated all over my hands. What an evening.

"It's okay. Really. Um, we shouldn't have been, anyway, ya' know?" I tried to search for the right words.

"Yeah, I know." Kevin panted as I moved away from him.

"I'm gonna go to bed." I sighed, but smiled at him.

"Um, yeah, okay." Kevin began fastening his pants quickly.

"I'll see you in the morning." I waved, then quickly made my way towards my room.

Maybe Brian was still awake to finish me off....

To Be Continued....