Bad Boy B Rok

Well, I didn't lie. Here's that Halloween Episode I promised! You all probably thought I was talking out my ass about putting out three sections in one month, huh? I will be expecting apologies via e-mail from all you nay-sayers. LOL Anyhoo, to save us all time....I don't know any of these celebrities that may or may not be mentioned in this story. I don't know any of the Backstreet Boys, but after all my postings, you all know I'd do 'em. Yea me! I'm a big whore! If you have any questions, answers, want to say you hated or loved the story, feel free to e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! Happy wanking all!

"You've used up all your coupons, and all you got left is me. And somehow I'm full of forgiveness, so I guess it's meant to be. You're really lovely underneath it all. D'you want to love me underneath it all? I'm really lucky underneath it all. You're really lovely." ~'Underneath It All', No Doubt.

Bad Boy B-Rok "The Halloween Episode" By-Lep (Part One)

"Oh God, I'm going to be sick." Kevin was holding his stomach as we walked out of the airport into the bright sun.

"A little turbulence and you turn into a wuss." I teased him, shoving my sunglasses onto my face.

"Oh bite me."

"Gladly. Wait until we find our car, though." I teased again.

"Ugh." Kevin finally let go of his stomach and put his sunglasses on as well.

We had just made the flight back to L.A. from New York. Both of us were thrilled to be going back to warmer weather. Kevin had worn baggy khaki shorts and a white, tight wife beater. He had a tribal necklace and bracelet on and a few silver rings. I wanted to jump his bones. I, on the other hand, had opted for baggy basketball shorts, an extremely baggy sweater, and a ball cap pulled on over my hair.

"You look sexy today--if I haven't said so yet." Kevin leaned over and drawled thickly.

"You're obviously horny." I teased.

"For you? Always." He discreetly grabbed my ass.

"Hey now, don't get me excited." I laughed as I pushed his hand away slowly.

Finally, I saw Garrett walking towards us, a smile on his face. He was probably thinking about the deals I had made--and his eight percent. Ofcourse, he might of just been happy to see me. Well, it could happen.

"Matt!" He placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss my cheek dramatically.

"Darlink!" I did my best Zsa Zsa impersonation as I kissed his cheek.

"You look like bullocks." He smiled.

"Cheers. You look like fresh shit yourself." I returned the compliment with an English accent, mocking him.

"No need to get snippy. How was New York?"

"Fabulous!"

"'Ello, Kevin." He acknowledged we weren't the only two standing there.

"Hello. Um, our bags." Kevin waved at the cart behind us.

Garrett waved a hand at the limo driver, calling him over. Kevin and I grabbed our backpacks quickly, then let the chauffeur take the cart towards the limo.

"Listen, Matt. Make sure to rest up today. You're going to have an awful lot to do these next few days." Garrett grabbed my elbow gently and led me towards the car, Kevin trailing along behind.

"Alright. I figured that much." I replied as he opened the limo door for me.

Garrett stopped speaking long enough to let Kevin and I get into the back of the limo. Once Kevin and I were seated next to each other, with Garrett across from us, he started again.

"You've got to see Harvey tomorrow, mid morning." He spoke while reading out of an organizer. "An interview with People and US. Then a meet and greet down at the studio with Bob."

"That's not alot." I shrugged.

"Thursday," Garrett's volume increased,"you have photo shoots with OUT and XY magazines. Gay publications both. They want you to bring Kevin."

"That's up to Kevin." I looked over at him.

"Sure." Kevin smiled and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers thru mine.

Finally, the limo started up. Garrett rolled the divider down just long enough to tell the driver to drop him at his office. Then he let his gaze fall on our interlocked hands. Kevin quickly let go of my hand and busied himself looking out the window.

"Matt, what are you going to say about you and Kevin? About your sexuality?" He asked the obvious question.

"No comment, like always. Gotta be mysterious afterall." I winked.

"Thank God!" He gave a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry babes, I gots a plan." I stated in a Kevin-like drawl.

"I sure hope it's good."

"It's good. Kinda tacky, too." I laughed, making Kevin snort.

"You? Tacky? Never!" Kevin teased me, then laughed with me.

"What is it?" Garrett looked scared.

"Don't worry, it'll be cool." I waved him off.

"I hope so." He sighed, admitting defeat.

The three of us sat in silence for a few more moments before Garrett began again.

"After the two photo shoots, cosmopolitan wants to do a quick Q&A with you. Then we have cocktails with Harvey and a few other barracudas from Miramax."

"Sounds fun. I don't know which cocktail dress to wear though..." I sighed.

"How about that black beaded one with the low cut neck? You're hot in that one." Kevin joined in.

"This Friday, you have that banquet-party thing Bob is throwing in honor of your deal with him."

"The red spaghetti strap?" I asked Kevin nonchalantly.

"You look better in blue." He replied blandly.

"Thank God!" Garrett jumped. "Here's my office. You two are absolutely incorigable bastards."

Kevin and I laughed loudly as the car slowed and then stopped. Garrett glared at us for a second, then laughed with us.

"Just be the superstar everyone expects you to be, alright?" Garrett pleaed as his door was opened by the driver.

"Will do, gorgeous." I winked at him.

"Good lord." He sighed, amused, as he got out and the door was shut behind him.

As soon as the limo was moving again, Kevin informed the driver of my address. When he had raised the divider, Kevin walked on his knees back over to me. Without muttering a word, he grabbed my hand by the wrist and shoved my hand against the bulge in his pants. He looked up at me with a proud smile, making me laugh.

"And what do you want?" I asked, leaving my hand against him.

"For you to get me off, ofcourse." He smiled.

I ran my hand along the leg of his shorts, feeling his cock from base to head. Kevin looked down and watched my hand caress him. He didn't take his eyes off my hand as he yanked his shirt off over his head.

"I love the feeling of your cock." I sighed as I popped the top button of his shorts.

"Like stroking it?" He gave me an evil look.

"Definitely."

"Do you like the way it tastes?" He sighed as I yanked his cock out, the head glistening from precum.

"I love the taste of your hard cock." I replied, then pushed down on it, making it point at the floor of the limo.

When I let go, it flopped back up and hit his stomach. Kevin gasped loudly as his cockhead smeared precum on his tight six-pack. I kept my eyes on Kevin's as I ran my finger thru the precum on his stomach, then brought the finger to my mouth. I stroked Kevin's cock once roughly as I sucked my finger clean.

"Get up here." I patted the seat next to me.

"Gladly." Kevin giggled and hopped onto the seat, his cock sticking out of the opening of his shorts.

I smiled at him as I slid out of my seat and got on my knees in front of him. Kevin spread his legs widely until I was between them, then wrapped them loosely around me. He leaned back slowly, making his cock stick straight up at the roof. I wrapped my hand around his cock tightly.

"We've got like fifteen minutes before we're at my house. So, you better cum quick." I started jerking him off quickly and roughly.

"Oh jesus." He gasped. "Well, if I get some action like that with your mouth, I'll be giving you a drink pretty quick.

With that, Kevin grabbed my head and slammed my mouth down on him.

"Goddamn, it's good to be home." I sighed with a laugh as I walked in the front door, drinking a Pepsi I'd found in the mini-bar of the limo.

"No kidding." Kevin agreed, carrying in our bags with the driver. "Thank ya', sir."

Kevin handed the driver a tip and closed the door behind him. Even the smell of the house was great. Kevin and I dropped our backpackes where we were and headed towards the den. I figured that was where everyone was congregating at these days. I was smiling until we walked by the kitchen.

There was days' worth of plates, pots, plans, glasses, and everything else stacked to the ceiling. Obviously, no one had had the thought to do dishes since we'd left. Kevin muttered "uh-oh" as I tored off towards the den. I could hear him coming up quickly behind me as I tored down the stairs into the den.

ALl the guys, Howie, Brian, A.J. and Nick were sitting around in what looked like their pajamas. Tomb Raider was on the T.V. Empty chip bags, coke cans, beer bottles, and a few empty pizza boxes were littered throughout the room. As if that weren't bad enough, the room reeked of cigarette smoke and B.O. All the guys' heads snapped around to look up at me when I started to scream.

"What the fuck is going on here?!?"

They all stared as Kevin stayed behind me.

"Why are all the fucking dishes dirty?!?"

They continued to stare, but had the decency to look ashamed.

"Why is this room a goddamn mess? Do you not know how to clean up after yourselves?"

More staring.

"Why does it smell like ass in this room, and who the fuck was smoking in here?!?" I screeched.

Everyone pointed at A.J. If I hadn't been pissed, it would have been comical.

"And what the fuck are all of you doing in your P.J.'s, drinking beers and watching T.V. for at nine in the morning?!?"

"Um, just chillin'?" Nick made it a question.

"Someone better chill their ass into the kitchn to do dishes." I snapped.

"I'll do it." Aaron announced, making me finally realize he was sitting in the chair to my side.

"What the hell are you drinking?!?" I knew my voice had gone up eight octaves.

I rushed over and snatched the beer bottle out of his hand quickly, then slapped him upside the back of his head. Nick sniggered.

"Oh, you think it's funny?!?" I spun at him.

I must have looked as pissed as I was. He jumped.

"If you four don't get off your asses and start cleaning this house, I'm gonna kill every last one of you."

All the guys got up and started gathering trash up. Brian gave me a look that he thought I should pity him. I just snarled.

"And I swear to Christ if you put a cigarette hole in anything, A.J.--I'm gonna shove my foot so far up your ass you'll taste Prada." I spun around to go unpack.

Kevin's eyes were wide, but amused.

"Oh, fuck you, too!" I snapped and pushed past him.

I didn't mean it, but I had to say it.

"You really scared the guys into manual labor. The house is clean now." Kevin poked his head into my bedroom as I put the last clean pair of underwear away.

"Fuck them." I growled again and gathered up the dirty clothes in my arms. "Give me your dirty clothes."

"Alright. I'll help you wash." Kevin suggested, showing he already had an armful of clothes.

I just nodded, still very pissed. Kevin followed me back down the hall to the laundry room. As we passed the kitchen, Aaron was looking in the fridge.

"You better be looking for a Yoo-Hoo, little boy." I reprimanded him.

"Just a Coke!" He grabbed one quickly and held it up for me to see.

"Good choice." I replied, then took off with Kevin again towards the laundry room.

Kevin didn't try to talk to me as we seperated the laundry and began the first load. He just helped me seperate the rest as I stood there and fumed to myself. When Brian finally popped his head into the laundry room, Kevin froze as I pretended to not notice.

"Um, I'm gonna go, um, do something." Kevin left quickly, leaving me alone with him.

"I missed you." Brian slowly walked up behind me.

I just snorted.

"I swear I did." He stated and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Good. I'm glad you missed the person that does the dishes and cleaning around here."

"I didn't mean that." Brian rested his chin on my shoulder.

I could smell whiskey on him, and it wasn't even ten in the morning yet.

"Did Booker get to school alright?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Just please tell me you haven't been feeding him pizza and beer." I sighed, half serious.

"No. McDonald's and cokes."

"For every meal I'm sure." I growled. "If Aaron's mother knew that Nick was giving him beer...I swear. She'd kill all of you."

"He's old enough." Brian giggled.

"First of all, it's not funny. Second of all, he's barely got hair on his balls, NO he's not old enough. Has Aaron had anything to eat besides McDonald's and pizza?" I spun around to stare at him.

"It's only been a week." Brian looked down.

"That's what I thought. Great way to handle things while I'm gone." I held a thumb up and smiled sarcastically. "I can see the other three idiots in there acting like this, Brian, but not you. Nick's his brother, he'll do stupid shit like give him beer. You're supposed to be sensible. You have a kid for God's sake."

"Aaron's going to be old enough to drive soon..."

"Oh yeah?!? That's the perfect age to start a drinking regimen." I snapped. "Get out of my sight, Brian."

"I didn't meant to piss you off, baby." Brian tried to hug me.

"Well, you managed to." I replied, turning away from him.

"I love you, baby." Brian kissed the side of my neck.

"I love you, too. Just leave me the fuck alone for now."

I stood outside the elementary school, leaning back against my car. My sunglasses were tight against my face. It had turned out to be a rather warm, sunny day, but I was luckily standing in the shade cast by the big leafy tree in the playground. There were other parents sitting in their cards, waiting on kids. Some of them were staring at me, pointing me out to other parents.

Actually, I didn't mind the pointing. It was good to know that people still noticed me amongst them. Finally, a loud bell went off, signaling it was three. A few moments later, the enormous mass of kids started coming out of the front doors and down the steps. It took a bit of "Where's Waldo" prowess, but I finally spotted Booker. He was standing in the middle of the crowd, obviously looking for Brian. He looked scared first, then he spotted me.

I gave him a small, playful wave. It made my heart melt when his whole face lit up with a smile. He quickly took off running, full speed, at me. I stayed where I was, waiting for making it over to me. When he was within reaching distance, I bent down and scooped him up.

"Daddy!" He squealed and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Booger!" I yelled back and smothered his face in kisses.

"I missed you!"

"I missed you, too, buddy. I'm so glad to see you!" I hugged him tightly, then looked at him again.

"I'm glad you're back, too! Daddy doesn't have as much fun as you." Booker frowned.

"He doesn't?"

"No." Booker looked around as if someone were listening, then whispered. "He doesn't tuck me in like you, and when he reads me bedtime stories, he doesn't do the voices."

"Well, I'm here now, buddy. And I got the next Harry Potter book while I was in New York."

"We haven't even finished the first one, daddy!" He laughed.

"Well, we'll have to work on that tonight." I winked.

"'Kay. But you have to read everything daddy did, but with voices."

"I think I can manage that." I smiled and bent down, letting him stand on his own feet.

"I have lots of friends, daddy." Booker began as I worked on taking his backpack off of him, then laid it in the backseat of my car.

"Oh really?"

"And teacher gave me a star!" Booker exclaimed.

"Well, you're a smart, funny, handsome guy." I tickled him. "Just like your daddy."

"I know." Booker sighed dreamily.

I couldn't help it, I laughed long and hard.

"I don't know where you learn this stuff." I hugged him again. "Come on, let's go get some lunch.."

I opened the front passenger door and was about to help Booker in when a voice behind me made me stop.

"Um, Matt?" I stood up and turned around to see who it was.

"Yes?" I saw a younger blonde woman standing behind me, holding a little boy's hand.

"That's Booker, momma! He's my friend." The kid smiled widely up at the woman.

The young woman smiled down at him, then over at me. She couldn't have been older than me. She was thin, but not in a Calista Flockhart way. She was tall for a woman, almost as tall as me. Her dirty blonde hair fell to her shoulders. She had perfect make-up, and wore a very nice "power suit". She was pretty.

"I guess this is your friend?" I ruffled Booker's hair.

"Jason, daddy." Booker informed me.

"Hi, Jason." I offered the little boy my hand and he accepted gladly. "And you must be Jason's momma?"

"Yes. Jennifer Parker." She took my hand in turn. "I'm glad to finally put a face to Booker. Jason talks about him non-stop."

"Same here." I smiled.

"I didn't realize you were his father, though." She seemed amused.

"Well, I didn't know you were Jason's mother. We're even." I teased.

She gave a genuine laugh.

"Well, it's great to meet you." She stated warmly.

"Likewise."

"Jason wanted to invite Booker over to play." Jennifer looked apprehensive, as if I'd sneer.

"Please, daddy?" Booker reached up and tugged on my arm.

"I don't see why not. This weekend okay?" I asked her.

"That's great." She laughed as both kids cheered.

"Do I need to give you my number..." I began.

"Oh, yes." She dug in her purse and got a pen and paper.

I began to write down my cell phone number for her.

"Could you sign it, too?" She blushed and spoke in a voice only the two of us could hear. "I love your movies."

I gave a half-laugh. "Sure."

"Okay. I'll call this weekend." She replied as I handed her the paper.

"I'll be waiting. Just don't put that on E-bay." I teased.

"Don't worry." She giggled. "Bye."

Booker and I waved as they walked off.

"Everyone always wants you to write something." Booker stated matter-of-factly as he climbed into the front seat.

"Very observant, you are." I swatted his butt as he got in.

"No McDonald's?" Booker sounded utterly depressed as Kevin pulled up to an actual restaruant.

"No. We ate that crap for lunch. Tonight we're eating real food." I announced over my shoulder.

"McDonald's is real food." Booker crossed his arms over his chest in a huff.

"You and Aaron need something in your diet besides grease and ketchup." I turned in my seat to look at both of them.

Aaron didn't argue, but he didn't look happy. After practically beating details about the last week out of Aaron, I decided Booker and he needed something that contained veggies. And I didn't mean mushrooms and olives on a pizza. Apparently, Booker had been surviving on chicken nuggets, fries and cokes. Whereas Aaron was living off pizza, cookies and the occasional beer. I wanted to kill the rest of the guys.

That being the case, only Kevin got invited to accompany me and the kids to dinner. All the guys looked relieved--except Brian. He looked pissed. Frankly, I didn't give a fuck. Kevin had been kind enough to drive for me. Without asking, I could tell Aaron was glad to be away from the other guys.

"Matt, this place looks kinda..." Aaron started.

"Country." Kevin laughed.

"Oh, look who's talking King O' The Hillbillies." Kevin stopped laughing and pretended to be offended. "If you're all good, you'll get the gifts I brought from New York."

"What did you get us?" They all asked at once.

"Booker got Harry Potter books, Kevin got a shirt from D&G, and that overpriced peacoat you wanted is what you got Aaron." I just told them since I knew I couldn't avoid it.

"Yea!" Kevin led the cheering, making me laugh loudly.

I finally convinced the three of them to get out of my car and go into the restaraunt with me. The place was a little less trendy than we were used to, but it was basically an Applebee's. A Bennigan's at the least. Without even going into the place, I knew were were going to cause a scene. I was actually getting good at that.

Sure enough, when the four of us walked up the hostess podium and asked for a smoking booth, all eyes were on us. It seemed like every head in the placed turned to look at us. Aaron, Kevin and I were used to it. However, Booker wrapped his arms around my thigh and buried his face against my leg. Apparently, he sensed the exposure we were subject to.

"Preferrably a booth in the back." Kevin winked at the hostess.

She nodded her approval and hurried us into the back of the restaraunt. We were quickly shoved into a dark corner. Aaron and Kevin sat on one side while Booker and I sat on the other. I was glad that the booth was turned to where no one could look directly at us. I really didn't feel like being on display with Booker in tow.

"Daddy, change pwaces with me." Booker whispered.

"Why?"

"Everyone is staring at us." He rolled his eyes like it was obvious.

"Alright, buddy." I scootched over, allowing him to crawl over me to the inside seat.

"Matt, I hate to burst your bubble," Kevin stated, looking at the menu,"but I doubt you'll get anything healthy here."

"Well, shit." I stated as I opened a menu. "Daddy didn't say shit, Booker."

"Yes he did." Booker said it in a sing-song voice.

"Oh fine, everyone eat whatever you want." I sighed, seeing that everything was either deepfried, or at the least, pan fried.

The only veggies on the menu were onion rings. Booker and Aaron cheered when I announced they could eat what they wanted. That only made more people glance at us. Booker got quiet quickly.

"Why everyone look at us, daddy?" Booker yanked on my shirt and whispered in my ear.

"They're lookin at Kevin, Aaron and me, buddy." I tried to make him feel more comfortable.

"Why?" Booker looked utterly confused.

"Because...." I didn't know how to explain celebrity to a young child.

"You know how much you love Bob The Builder?" Kevin leaned on the table, looking at Booker.

"Uh-huh."

"He's popular, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, to these people, your daddy is Bob." Kevin explained while I lit a cigarette.

"You on T.V., daddy?" Booker looked so proud of me that I wanted to agree.

"No." I chuckled. "I'm not on T.V."

Booker looked at Kevin like he was a liar.

"He's in movies." Aaron laughed at Booker's expression.

"Like Spy Kids." Kevin added.

"Why I not see any of your movies?" Booker asked.

"Because none of them are 'G' or 'PG' rated." I was honest.

"Oh. Then not like Spy Kids." Booker smiled, finally catching on.

"Exactly." I ruffled his hair and blew my smoke away from us.

"You famous, daddy?" Booker looked like he just had a brilliant idea.

Kevin and Aaron both laughed loudly. Apparently they thought it was hilarious that Booker didn't realize that his daddy was a famous actor. Booker never understood that his parents were very different from everyone elses. He thought Brian and I were "normal".

"Yeah." I figred that a was a fair assesment.

"More famous than Bob The Builder?" He made Kevin and Aaron laugh again.

"Alot more famous." Aaron choked out a response thru his laughter.

"I think some little boy needs to go to bed." I chuckled as I carried Booker out of the restaraunt.

"I tired, daddy." He yawned and laid his head on my shoulder.

"Uncle Kevin's gonna take us home and you can go to bed." I kissed his forehead.

The four of us had barely gotten down the steps of the restaraunt when I heard someone scream my name. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a reporter and a cameraman running at us. I freaked. I didn't know what to do. Booker was in my arms. I hadn't planned the moment Booker would be with me when the press attacked.

"Aaron, Matt, run to the car." Kevin shoved the keys in my hand.

We did as he said. Aaron and I bolted for the car. Quickly, I unlocked the doors and Aaron jumped in the backseat. I let Aaron take Booker from me and I slammed the door. Aaron helped Booker buckle in as I got into the front passenger seat. I had barely closed the door when the reporter was looking in at me. I was thinking about flipping him off when Kevin grabbed his arm and yanked him away.

I could hear the reporter ask Kevin if we were "romantically involved" and if we were "raising our child together". The only response Kevin gave was that they "needed to back off". The reporter continued asking questions, but Kevin got into the driver's seat and started the car. The reporter and cameraman had to jump out of the way as Kevin took off. Amazingly, Booker was sound asleep.

"Those people have no fucking respect." Kevin slapped the steering wheel as he got onto the highway.

"You're using the 'f word'." I sang playfully.

"I know, I'm sorry." He smiled tiredly over at me.

"It's alright. I'm just not used to your good old country boy self cussing. And I feel the same way." I sighed.

By the time we got home, Aaron was asleep as well. I felt like I could pass out, too. Kevin parked the car in the garage and shut it off, handing me my keys. I tookd them from him and shoved them in my pocket. I let myself slump over, my head landing on his shoulder.

"You want me to carry Booker or Aaron?" Kevin asked, his lips brushing my forehead.

"Booker, 'cause Aaron's old enough to drag his own ass into the house." I replied and opened the car door.

I got out, followed by Kevin.

"Hey Aaron, we're home." I shook him lightly as Kevin picked Booker up and out of the car.

"Yeah, alright." Aaron lazily got himself out of the car and into the house.

Kevin followed me into the house, cradling Booker in his arms. As I closed the door behind us, Kevin said he would put Booker to bed for me. After he had gone to that end of the house, I went into the den. As to be expected, all of the guys were laid out in their PJ's, drinking and watching a movie. I walked over to the chair Aaron had passed back out in and ruffled his hair.

"Go get your PJ's on and go to bed." I stated as he looked up at me.

"Mm-hm." He groaned and forced himself back up and towards his bedroom.

"Nite, guys." I waved at them all and headed back out of the den.

As I left the den, the guys said their "goodnights". They all sounded like they were still pissed about the cussing I'd given them. That and the fact that none of them went to dinner because they weren't invited. I quickly made my way to my room, shutting the door behind me. The bed looked so comfortable to me as I stripped of my shoes, shirt and pants. When my boxers were the only thing left on my body, I crawled into the warm, soft bed.

The covers were barely pulled over me when the bedroom door opened slowly. Kevin was standing in the doorway in a pair of boxers. He was uncovered otherwise.

"What do you want?" I asked in a suggestive tone.

Kevin smiled and slunk over to my side of the bed.

"I wanted a goodnight kiss." He knelt down until his face was next to mine.

"Well, that I can manage." I giggled and pursed my lips as he moved forward and pressed his lips to mine.

"You always taste sweet." Kevin licked his lips and pulled away.

"You taste pretty good yourself." I smiled.

"Now HE needs a goodnight kiss." Kevin stood and pointed at his crotch.

"Get out of here." I placed a hand on his stomach and shoved.

Kevin grabbed my hand and knelt again.

"When will you kiss him again?" His face was awfully close to mine.

As Kevin leaned into me, I could smell his cologne, mised with his natural body scent. I wanted to kiss every part of his body right then.

"Go to your room." I pushed him away again with a laugh.

"Okay, but I want you to know I'll have to jack off thinking of you tonight." He breathed heavy in my ear.

"As soon as we can, I'll do anything with your cock that you like." I promised him and kissed him on the lips again real quick.

"Okay, I'm leaving before I'm forced to attack you." Kevin stood.

He pulled the covers up for a second and examined me in my boxers, sighed, then dropped them again.

"Damn." He shook his head, making me laugh.

"Nite, pervert." I stated as he left the room.

"Nite." He blew a kiss at me before shutting the door.

I smiled to myself as I curled up tighter into the comforter. The smell of Kevin's cologne lingered where he had put his face. I smothered my nose in that part of the blanket and inhaled deeply. Without being enticed, my cock twitched in my boxers. Slowly, I lowered my hand to my crotch and squeezed myself firmly. I was contemplating pulling my cock out and jerking off when the bedroom door opened again. My cock jumped at the thought of Kevin coming back to me.

"Baby, you still awake?" I heard Brian's voice instead.

I thought maybe I'd pretend to be asleep, but decided it was best to be honest.

"Yeah, I'm awake." I replied lowly.

"Thank God." He closed the door behind himself and came over to sit next to me in the bed.

"What's up?" I yawned, still curled up in the huge comforter.

"Nothing much." He sounded drunk.

"Ooookay." I sighed.

"Thought maybe we could fuck." He stated blandly. "I haven't had my dick in you in awhile, ya' know."

"I'm kinda tired, Brian." I fought the urge to get angry at his choice of words.

"But I'm hard." He grabbed one of my hands and laid it on his crotch.

"I'm tired, Brian." I yanked my hand away.

"Ah, come on. I've missed you, baby. Nick and A.J. just don't do it for me anymore." He laid down, almost on top of me.

I could smell liquor all over him.

"Did you try Howie?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm tired."

"It sure doesn't seem like it." Brian grabbed my hard cock with a laugh.

"Goddamnit, get off me." I shoved Brian away. "I don't want anything to do with your drunk ass!"

Brian looked shocked for a minute, then slowly he began to frown down at me.

"Yeah, I can see how it would be hard to want to fuck me after you conquered Kevin." Brian stated with a sigh.

"Fuck off." I couldn't help but feel he just knew it was true.

"Oh come on. I mean, he's divorcing Kristin. Ofcourse he's gonna want to find something to stick his dick in. Especially an ass as tight as yours." Brian grabbed my ass.

I didn't stop him, I just wanted to bawl my eyes out. Brian figured that since I wasn't protesting, that I was agreeing. His hands reached into my boxers and cupped my ass, grabbing and squeezing it.

"I bet you gave it up good. I bet he came as soon as he was in you." Brian's finger tickled my asshole.

My eyes started to water. I couldn't believe Brian was acting like this. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to make him stop.

"Is he good at fucking? Did having him inside you make you shoot?" Brian spoke in my ear.

"Brian, please don't do this." I turned to look at him, drawing his hands away from my ass.

"Do what?" He asked as I cupped his face in my hands, staring into his eyes.

"Talk about me having sex with Kevin."

"Why not? You did, didn't you?" Brian looked excited, as if anticipating a long story about sex with Kevin.

"Just don't." I sighed, still holding his face.

"Does his cock taste better than mine? Is it bigger when it's hard?" Brian moved on top of me. "I've seen it in the showers or whatever, but never hard."

I just stared up at him as he dry humped me.

"If you're not sure, you can taste mine again." Brian moved up with lightning speed until he was straddling my chest.

His boxers were tented out towards my face.

"Don't do it, Brian." I spoke thru clenched teeth.

"Do what?" He smirked.

"Get off me now." I warned again.

"I bet you never said that to Kevin. You probably just opened up for him." Brian sneered.

I hadn't planned to do it, but before I could think, I swung out with my fist, connecting with Brian's chest. Actually, I hadn't meant to hurt him. I just wanted him to know that I meant business. Brian clutched his chest where I hit him and yelled out.

"Goddamnit, Matt!" He screeched, falling off of me onto his side of the bed.

I didn't answer, I just rolled onto my side, away from him and snuggled back up in the comforter. After my pillow was situated where I wanted it to be, I laid my head down and got comfy. Brian continued to writhe around on his side of the bed as if he were dying. I couldn't possibly have hit him that hard. I just wasn't strong enough to have hurt him that bad with one hit.

"Why the hell did you do that?" He jumped off the bed.

"You deserved it." I stated simply. "Now, I'm going to sleep."

"Fine, I'll find somewhere else to sleep." He made it sound as tacky as it was meant to sound.

"Whatever you want to do, baby." I cooed sarcastically.

I had my head buried in the blankets, so I couldn't see, but Brian stormed out of the room. The door slammed shut violently behind him. I was relieved that he finally decided to leave me alone. When the door opened about a minute later, I was pissed that he decided to return to finish the argument.

"Daddy?" I heard Booker's voice instead.

"Yeah, buddy?" I sat up slowly.

He just smiled playfully at me.

"Come on." I laughed and moved over on the bed for him.

"Thanks, daddy." He giggled and closed the door.

He ran over to the bed quickly and hopped up on the bed, laying down beside me. As I covered us back up, Booker spoke up.

"You can't make me sweep without reading Harry Potter." He said matter-of-factly.

"Oh good lord, boy." I teased, then reach up to turn the lamp on beside the bed.

"And do the voices!" Booker demanded playfully as I reached for his book on the bedside table.

I obliged Booker, curling up with him and reading the chapter Brian had started with to him. Booker giggled everytime I did Hagrid's voice. He'd make me repeat those lines a couple times each, amused by my interpretation of Hagrid. By the time I got halfway thru the chapter, Booker's eyes began to droop and he stopped directing my reading. When I read the last line of the chapter, Booker finally dozed off, allowing me to put the book up and turn the light out. I went to bed with a smile on my face that night, holding Booker tightly in my arms. Atleast this was the fun part of being home.

(Part Two)

"Yeah, he was a total ass last night." I explained to Kevin as we sat in Harvey Weinstein's office.

"Why do you even put up with that crap?" Kevin looked disgusted.

"Fuck, I don't know. I love him, but right now I don't know why." I sighed, looking towards the door.

We had been waiting on Harvey to come back in with the contract for twenty minutes.

"Do you think he's drinking too much?" Kevin asked quickly.

"Well, duh. I'm almost sure of it. He was loaded last night, yesterday afternoon, AND yesterday morning."

"Did he really ask about my dick and how you got fucked by me?" Kevin asked.

"Yes and yes. I think he wanted to hear all the sordid little details.

"And he actually admitted to.." Kevin stopped talking as the door swung open.

Harvey came bouncing back into the office, looking happier than hell. He plopped back into his desk chair across from us and looked at me.

"Okay, change of plans." He announced.

"You're not changing the price on me." I sighed tiredly.

"No, no, no. We're not doing that. We're going to delay filming until April thru July of next year. You've got to learn all the songs, the script, etcetera. And we need to get you polished up a bit." Harvey explained. "Bob already said that would be perfect. The time falls right between the two films you're doing for him."

"Oh, okay." I shrugged.

"Good. We've got this all in line. Just read and sign and you'll be thirty million richer." He pushed the contract at me.

I read it over quickly, then signed it when I was determined it was satisfactory. Then I passed it back to a smiling Harvey.

"You're the only celebrity I know that doesn't atleast come with an agent and ten lawyers. He laughed, offering his hand to me.

"I don't even have a lawyer." I grinned.

"Bloodsuckers. All of 'em." Harvey stated solemnly as I shook his hand.

"Well, yes. But I'm sure people would say the same thing about us." I winked at him.

"This is very true." Harvey stood, but motioned for me to stay in my seat. "What do you two drink?"

"Um, what are you having?" I asked.

"Martini. Sweet." He smiled as he moved to the bar in the corner.

"Dry here." I replied.

"Sweet." Kevin chimed in.

"You know, I'm awfully excited about this movie. I mean, you drive a hard bargain, but it excites me." Harvey spoke as he mixed the drinks.

"Yeah, I'm a pain in the ass sometimes." I shrugged, agreeing totally.

"You amuse me." Harvey chortled joyfully as he shook the martini's.

"I amuse you?" I got up and walked over to the bar.

"Yes." He handed me a drink and held one out to Kevin as he appeared behind me.

"Why do I amuse you?" My curiosity was peaked.

"You have no fear. You've made this deal with Bob and myself without realizing how unheard of it is. Most of your people don't even make two million a picture."

"My people?" I took a sip of my drink.

"Openly gay men, ofcourse." He looked at me as if I was stupid. "I've never heard of an openly gay actor making seventy million a year, let alone for three films."

"Who says I'm going to be open?" I asked.

"Well, everyone knows. Regardless of whether or not you shout it to the heavens. It's great, Matt. You'll do for gay people in movies what Dorothy Dandridge and Sidney Pointier did for African Americans."

"I never thought of that." Kevin stated, looking at me with a newfound respect.

I gave an annoyed laugh.

"However much of a philanthropist you two want to make me out to be, I'm not. Besides, what about Rupert Everett, Rosie O'Donnell, Sandra Bernhardt, Ellen Degeneres--I could name a dozen other gay celebrities." I explained.

"You'll be famous than them all. And more wealthy--in the end." Harvey slapped me on the shoulder.

"I'm here to make money and support myself and my kid. I could give a shit about anything else. Call it selfish, but priority one is Booker and me." I took the last drink from my glass and set it on the bar.

"Oh, well, whatever." Harvey looked astonished, but was trying to hide it.

"I'm no one's poster boy to exploit. Well, unless it serves my purpose and my purpose only. So if you're thinking of promoting this movie on my queer coattails, think again." I laughed.

"Yet another pissing contest." Harvey laughed with me.

"If that's how you want to see it."

"You remind me of Madonna. You'll do whatever it takes to get what you want or need. Screw the world." Harvey explained harshly. "I loved it then, I love it now."

I had never had someone portray me so cold-heartedly. But when I thought about it, I realized Harvey was right. Screw the world--it's all about me. If anyone didn't like it, fuck 'em. My path to superstardon was set out before me. I'd be damned if anything got in my way.

Kevin and I sat outside a cafe at a wrough iron table under an umbrella. I was sipping on a lemonade while Kevin had an iced tea. We were just waiting on Nathan from People Magazine to show up. Kevin hadn't said much of anything to me since we sat down at the table, so it shocked me somewhat when he spoke.

"Cant you really be like that?" He asked suddenly.

"Like what?" I asked.

"The whole 'screw the world', heartless, conniving thing. Can you do that?" He explained, looking hopeful that I'd deny it.

"Sure, I'm an actor." I shrugged.

"But what?" He pleaded desperately. "It's not you. Why would you do that?"

"Do you know how close I am to being a superstar? Do you realize how many doors I've just kicked open in the last week?" I leaned towards him.

"Yeah, I've been there." He replied.

"Then you know how important it is to hold on to it and take measures to make sure it lasts."

"Yeah. I just don't want to be a casualty." Kevin suddenly threw his insecurities on the table.

"You'll always atleast be my friend, Kevy-Kev." I laughed from my stomach.

"I better be." He pointed a finger at me.

"How about after this," I looked at my watch,"we go somewhere and I make all this up to you?"

Kevin laced his fingers with mine on top of the table.

"Oh yeah?" Kevin perked up.

"Yeah, baby. I think I owe somebody a kiss." I winked playfully, stroking his fingers with mine.

"He's happy to hear that." Kevin sighed longingly.

Booker was going to be on a fieldtrip with his class until four. It was only ten o'clock. After the two interviews, Kevin and I could play around in a hotel room until time to get Booker. My mouth was watering at the thought of kissing him--and his cock.

"Matt?" I turned to see Nathan walking up to us.

I smiled, noticing he already had his pad and pen in hand. Kevin let go of my hand quickly.

"Hello, Nathan." I stated as he came right up and sat down next to me.

"It's hotter than fuck out here." He wiped his brow.

It was hot, but the extra weight Nathan had packed on since the last time I saw him probably didn't help.

"It's a bit warmish." I agreed.

"How've you been?" He asked as he took a paper napkin off the table and to dry his forehead and neck with.

"Fine. Like always. How're you? Do you need some water?" I set my untouched glass of ice water in front of him.

"Thanks." He took a healthy drink. "I'm great. Shall we get right to the interview?"

I nodded my agreement as he flipped his notebook open. Nathan took another gulp of water and wiped his forehead again before beginning.

"How long have you two been dating?" He didn't look up.

"We're not dating." I responded calmly, sipping my lemonade.

"Um, what about the pictures that were taken?" He still scribbled furiously in the notebook.

"We're close." Kevin replied for me.

"Oh, I see." Nathan gave us a look like he understood everything. "How long have you been romantically involved?"

Romantically involved--read "fucking like bunnines".

"No comment." I replied.

"Okay." He looked stunned. "Simpler, then. Are either of you gay?"

"No comment."

"Are you raising your child together?" Nathan looked blankly at me.

"No comment." I smiled sweetly.

"Are you going to answer any questionsabout your sexuality or family life that I ask?" He looked exasperated.

"To save us both time? Probably not." I replied.

"Alright then." He stood angrily. "Always a pleasure, Matt."

"Likewise." I nodded as he stormed off, sweating again.

Kevin and I watched him take off down the street. Even his stride looked pissed. I was just glad that no one got in his path. He probably would have decked them. Kevin and I waited until he had turned the corner before we spoke again.

"You sure pissed him off." Kevin chuckled.

"We have a long history of making each other mad." I stated honestly.

"I can't wait to see what nasty things he writes about you." Kevin laughed from his gut.

"I have to agree, he looked pissed off. I've never seen him so pissed." I heard a female voice announce behind me.

Slowly, I turned in my seat. Behind me stood a very pretty woman. Girl, really. She couldn't have been more than twenty. She had on low riding jeans, sandals, and a black tank. Her nails were meticulously painted black. An earring in both ears and one in her nose sparkled at me. I noticed her belly button was pierced, too.

"US Magazine?" I asked as I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the sun.

"No, I'm sort of dropping in on you uninvited." She smiled mischieviously.

I liked her already.

"Well, then by all means, have a seat." I motioned at the seat Nathan had been in.

"Don't mind if I do." She put her purse under the table and settled into the chair.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kevin checking her out. It made me smile. Kevin still hadn't lost his straight boy urges.

"Well, you know who we are. Who are you?" I asked the logical question as she motioned at a waiter.

"Randi Boyd. Rolling Stone Magazine." She smiled at each of us, then asked the waiter for another glass of water with lemon.

"Then you must be here for him." I teased as I pointed at Kevin.

"Both of you actually. Are you hungry? I'd love to buy you both lunch." She was trying to charm us.

"I could eat, but you're not getting us to tell you anything we don't want to." Kevin was suddenly back in line.

"That sounds fair. I'm willing to buy you lunch, still." She winked at him.

"If you don't get all the details, why would you want to buy us lunch?" I asked.

"Well, I figure everybody is going to try to get you to give an interview. I'll sure look good if I get anything from you." She explained as the waiter set her water down. "I'll have the tuna on wheat with a side salad. Greek dressing."

"And for you two?" He looked at Kevin and me.

Kevin ordered the roast beef with chips while I got the Greek salad. Randi began speaking as the waiter went to place our orders.

"So, anything you want to share?" She sat back after sipping her water.

"What did you have in mind?" I smiled at her, my arms braced by the elbows on the back of the chair.

Kevin watched us, sipping his tea. He was obviously curious as to what would happen. He was also checking Randi out more. I don't think she realized it, though. She probably assumed he was gay as well.

"Well I think I know better than to expect you to discuss your sexuality. Or your personal life in general." She was smart. "How about the three movies you're slated to star in?"

"Sounds good. I can talk about that. But not over lunch."

Kevin and Randi both looked at me, exasperated.

"Then when?" She asked, getting a chuckle from Kevin.

"Let's just have lunch right now and talk--off the record. Then, you go back to Rolling Stone. You get them to give me the cover. And I'll give you a good, long interview. And all the steamy pics you want." I began to barter.

"Pictures?" She looked intrigued. "Will you be the only one in them?"

She glanced over at Kevin.

"Not sure yet." I shrugged.

"Will you tell me anything besides 'no comment' in the interview?" She laughed nervously.

"Sure. I may not give yes or no answers to everything, but I'll make comments on everything."

"Atleast three pages worth?"

"Sure. Tons of pictures, too." I winked.

"I don't know if I'm using you or you're using me." She squinted.

Kevin brayed loudly, slapping the table.

"Little bit of both, actually." I didn't hide my amusement. "You get your story, I get the cover of Rolling Stone."

"Okay, sounds like a fair trade." She smiled widely.

"One condition." I stopped her.

"What?"

"I want your phone number. Home or cell." I smiled.

"Um, yeah, okay." She looked confused.

I held out my hand.

"Hell?" I answered my cell phone while Kevin was in the hotel getting a room.

I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, waiting for Kevin to get a room. We wanted to fuck our brains out. After eating lunch with Randi, and making a deal to help each other out, I was horny. I guess Greek salad does it for me.

"Matt? Hi, it's Bob. LIsten, big Halloween party for the twenty-fifth. Consider yourself invited. I'll send an invite in the mail, too." He was talking so fast I could barely tell what he was saying.

"Um, yeah, okay." I couldn't not agree.

"Good man. Hold on, Juliette's here. She wantes to talk to you." Bob stated, then there was a pause.

"Matt? What's up?" Juliette Lewis was now on the phone.

"Yeah, hey. What's going on Julies?"

"Nuttin' much. Listen, how'd you like to be my date to the party? Nothing funky, but since our movie is finally going to be released, well, I thought we could show up together." She explained.

I thought about it for a few seconds. What would confuse the media more than going to a party with a chick after I was caught kissing a guy.

"Yeah, that sounds great." I agreed.

"Great. Well, we'll talk more later." She cheered.

'Right, bye."

I was putting my phone into my backpack when Kevin came out of the lobby, dangling a key in front of himself. The smile on Kevin's face made me laugh as he got into the car. He looked extremely anxious, and had a slight bulge in the front of his jean shorts already.

"What?" He asked as he quickly turned the key in the ignition.

"You excited?" I teased.

"A whole day without getting to make love to you?" He asked. "Hell yeah!"

He threw the car into gear and sped off towards where our room was located.

"Easy on my car, boy." I laughed as he squealed to a stop in front of room 142.

"Get your ass in that room." Kevin pointed roughly towards the hotel.

"Oh, baby!" I grabbed the key from him.

I jumped out of the car, and bolted towards the door. Quickly, I got the door opened. I looked back to see Kevin locking up my car, then come running towards me with our backpacks in tow. I moved further into the room, towards the bed, keeping my eyes on him. Kevin entered the room and closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on me as well. He dead bolted and chained the door as he set our backpacks on the table by the door.

"I've been waiting on day for this." Kevin moved towards me, his hands at his belt.

"It's only eleven-fifteen." I teased and wrapped my arms around his middle as he came towards me.

"That's late enough." He grabbed my ass and lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around Kevin and he carried me over to the bed. As I pressed my lips against his, he lowered us to the bed. He lowered us down until I was on my back and he was bracing himself above me. As my tongue entered his mouth, Kevin pressed himself against me. He was already fully hard and filling out the front of his jeans.

"You're so big." I pressed my ass against him harder.

It had always been my experience that telling a guy how big his cock was made him happy.

"You're so nice." Kevin ran a hair thru my hair. "And sexy. And I love you."

"I love you, too." I replied.

"I just want to hold and kiss you forever." Kevin leaned down to kiss me again.

"Mmmm, sounds nice." I smiled as Kevin's mouth went to my neck.

"You taste amazing." Kevin pulled back. "Like always. You always tastes like, shit, I don't know. Something sweet."

"Well, that was clear." I laughed.

Kevin leaned down to my neck and licked it, then inhaled deeply.

"Like raspberries." He sighed as he nuzzled my neck.

"Well, it's probably my Bath & Body crap. But I didn't know it tasted good, too."

"Do you wash all over with it?" Kevin asked.

"Why?"

"I'm wondering what else tastes sweet." He grinned evily.

"Well, maybe you'll just have to find out." I reached behind him and cupped his ass.

"What do I taste like to you?" Kevin asked.

"I, um, guess I never thought about it." I giggled.

"Well, think about it now." Kevin sat up, pulling me with him.

The end result was Kevin sitting on top of his legs, like kneeling, holding me on his lap. I lowered my lips to his neck and kissed him gently. I stuck my tongue out and licked a line from front to the back of his neck, then nibbled gently as Kevin sighed.

"So?" He asked as I moved to face him.

"Not sweet." I licked my lips. "More like musky, manly. Like raw testosterone. A smell that makes your cock hard and want to fuck."

"That's probably the Nivea aftershave, huh?" He laughed.

"THAT'S the tastes!" I announced loudly.

Kevin laughed with me, then kissed me once again gently. Slowly, his smile faded, and he just stared at me. I stared back as he moved his hips a bit, pushing himself into me again.

"What?" I asked.

"I can't decide whether to throw you down and fuck you, or make it last--make love to you."

"I get alot of that." I kissed the tip of his nose.

"Which do you prefer?" Kevin let his hands move down to my pants.

"Throw me down and fuck me." I shrugged. "I love fucking."

He smiled at me, obviously pleased with my choice.

"After I give you the best blowjob you've ever had, ofcourse." I winked.

"Ofcourse." Kevin's cock seemed to get harder as he grinned.

I moved out from under Kevin, then slid off of the corner of the bed. Kevin just stared down at me as I knelt by the bed. I reached to Kevin and grabbed him under each thigh. I pulled as hard as I could, and soon he was sitting in front of me, straddling the corner of the bed.

"Goddamn, you're tough for a little guy." Kevin laughed as I began to remove his sneakers.

"Thanks." I laughed as I yanked his shoes and sockes off of him.

"It just surprises me." Kevin ran a hand thru my hair as my hands went to his belt.

"It shouldn't. You know I'm a tough bitch." I stated, then yanked his belt off roughly.

"Yeah, I know."

I kept my eyes on Kevin's as I unbuttoned his shorts. Kevin stroked the back of my head gently, playing with my hair as I took a second to squeeze him thru his jeans. He parted his lips, letting a gutteral noise escape his throat. Kevin laced his fingers in my hair and grabbed it tightly. I gasped at the pressure as I yanked his zipper.

Kevin's underwear automatically tented out at me as his pants came undone. At the tip, where his cockhead was, there was a huge wetspot. I could tell Kevin had been leaking precum for quite awhile.

"I'm surprised you haven't punched a hole thru your boxer briefs." I teased as I reached for the slit in the front of his underwear.

"No kidding." Even Kevin was surprised at the precum he had drooled.

Kevin sill had a tight grip on my hair when I pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs. It looked tastier than ever. Shiny with precum, hard, long and perfect. It just looked like it was made for me. Kevin sighed as I leaned down and kissed the tip gently. He actually jetted some precum, so when I pulled away, my lips and chin where wet with it.

"That's so hot." Kevin groaned as he looked at me.

"Wait 'til I have it in my mouth." I growled playfully.

"Take it, baby." Kevin pushed down on my head slightly.

I grinned mischieviously, then wrapped my lips around his shiny pink cockhead. Once the head was securely between my lips, I shoved down hard and quick until his cockhead slammed into the back of my throat. I swallowed right away, making my throat convulse on him. Kevin's grip on my hair tightened and he yanked me off his cock.

"Jesus Christ, Matt." He was out of breath. "I almost came."

I couldn't help but laugh loudly as he shivered. His wet, glistening cock waved slightly back and forth.

"I don't want to shoot so quick." He held me back roughly as he tried to breathe right.

"It doesn't matter if you cum quick. We've got several hours. We can do it over and over." I winked.

"But I want to enjoy watching you--with my cock in your mouth. I wanna sit back and watch you eat me." Kevin explained, his grip on my hair loosening.

"You must not get enough entertainment." I teased.

"I've just never gotten to watch." He shrugged.

"No girl's ever let you watch?" I brought a hand to his cock and stroke his wet cock slow and loosely.

He snorted. "Yeah right. All the times I got blowjobs were just completely foreplay. Maybe a minute or so until we got to the real thing."

"Oh." I was amazed.

"You're definitely the first person to suck my dick 'til I came. Most certainly the first to take it in the face or let me fuck you in the ass." Kevin sighed contentedly as I stroked him.

"Go me! I'm a big whore!" I teased.

"I didn't mean THAT." Kevin looked at me sternly, my hand still moving on his cock. "I just meant you're not inhibited."

"I like dick." I shrugged. "Especially yours."

"Well, this time, don't like it so much that I almost cum in your mouth in two seconds." He laughed and let go of my hair, leaving his hand laid against the back of my head.

Doing as Kevin requested, I lowered my mouth to his cockhead again. I enveloped the head with my lips and ran my tongue around the circumfrance of it. Slowly, I moved my head down on him, inch by inch, until his balls were against my chin. Kevin shivered again this time, but it was controlled. I swallowed once on him again, eliciting a moan deep from within his throat. When I slid back up to his cockhead, licked it, then bobbed back down again, Kevin's grip on my hair tightened.

"That's it, baby. Suck my cock." Kevin groaned as I looked up into his eyes.

I kept my eyes on his as I bobbed up and down on his cock. Kevin watched me suck his cock intently, staring deep into my eyes as I kept him deep down my throat. I could feel Kevin's balls gradually starting to draw up towards his body as I sucked on him faster and faster.

"Oh, um, yeah, baby. I'm about to shoot. Where do you want it?" Kevin stammered, his hips starting to rise up to meet my mouth.

I didn't answer, I just kept sucking on him as he thrust into my throat.

"Oh Jesus, Matt. You're so fucking hot." He gasped.

Kevin's nasty talk had me sucking harder and harder, milking his cock for cum.

"Oh shit. Here it comes, Matt. I'm gonna shoot in your mouth." Kevin yelled as I reached up and rubbed his balls.

Kevin grabbed the back of my head and held me in place. For a split second, he just held me in place. Then, he started to shoot. Shot after shot of cum flowed up thru his cock and shot into my waiting mouth.

"Oh yeah, take it all, baby." Kevin groaned as I started to bob up and down again, his cock still going off.

Finally, Kevin's cock stopped spurting and I swallowed. Kevin just shivered as I pulled off and licked from the base to the tip of his cock. I gave his cockhead a kiss with a smile, then stood.

"My turn." I looked down to see a smiling Kevin, already reaching for my belt.

"It just gets better and better with you." Kevin sighed and held me close to him.

He was sitting up, back against the headboard. I was laid out between his legs, laid back against his chest, smoking. Both of us were totally nude. Kevin had both of his arms around my chest, holding me as if I'd make a break for it.

"I'm the bomb diggity, what can I say?" I laughed, blowing out smoke.

"Damn right you are." He joined me in laughter.

Kevin stroked my chest and belly while he nuzzled my hair and neck as I smoked. It was soothing to me to feel his chest move slowly up and down against my back. Kevin gave a contented sigh as he rubbed his face against my neck and hair.

"I wish we never had to leave this bed." Kevin sighed.

"I know what you mean."

"It's too bad Brian's being an ass."

"No shit, Shirley." I snorted.

"Leave him for me, Matt." Kevin blurted out.

"Do what?" I turned to look at him.

"Just, um, leave him. Tell him it's over between you and him. Then you can be just mine." Kevin explained.

I just sat there, stunned. I thought Kevin was happy with the affair the way it was.

"Kick him out of the house, tell him you're tired of his shit. I don't want to share you with him. I'll give up all the poontang in the world to be with you. I'll be a great daddy for Booker. I'll never be mean to you or Booker, or treat either of you wrong." Kevin talked so fast I thought his head would explode.

"I love Brian, Kevin. I love you, too, though." I stopped him.

"After everything he's done?" Kevin's eyes bulged.

"Unfortunately." I grinned painfully.

"Alright." Kevin exhaled heavily.

I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed my jeans off the floor, grabbing a slip of paper out of the pocket.

"I got this for you." I handed it over my shoulder to Kevin.

"It's Randi's phone number." Kevin stated blandly.

"Yeah, I saw you checking her out."

"Oh."

"I knew you wouldn't ask her for her number, so that's why I did." I smiled at him and snubbed the cigarette out.

"I see." Kevin stated lowly.

I laughed loudly.

"Listen, I'm not saying that I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I just know that you and me--a permanent situation--will never work. I love you, Kevin. But, this is just a temporary thing. Surely you knew that in your heart, right?" I caressed his cheek.

"Yeah, I guess I did." He smiled meekly. "You don't mind then if I hook up with Randi?"

"Not at all. I can't compete with that." I shrugged.

"Sure you can..."

"Kevin, I don't have a vagina. End of story. Now, if it were another guy, I'd be taking out the earrings." I joked with him.

"Okay, okay." He cracked a smile. "Let's just go shower."

"Sounds like a plan." I smiled and got up with him.

(Part Three)

"You look cool, daddy." Booker announced from his sitting place on my bed.

"Ya' think?" I straightened my tie while I looked in the mirror.

"Really cool, daddy." He nodded once.

"Thanks, sonny boy." I gave him a wink.

I had to admit, I was looking like Mr. GQ. A few well placed calls by Garrett, and I had a free suit. I didn't know who the designer was, but I figured it fit pretty good, having not gone in to have it fitted. I figured it to be Gucci or Armani, but it coulda came from Sears for all I knew.

With the suit I had matched a silk tie, black leather belt and some D&G dress shoes. My hair was groomed and styled to perfection. It was parted in the middle and draped to each side. It looked like no hair products had been used, but one match and people would have seen me for miles.

"You look cool, too, daddy." Booker gave a thumb's up to Brian as he came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, you're looking hot, babes." I smiled at him.

"Yeah, babes." Booker agreed, making Brian and I laugh.

"Go watch some T.V." Brian swatted Booker on the butt with a laugh.

"Okay, babes!" Booker squealed playfully and ran off towards the other end of the house.

I turned back to the mirror, making sure everything on my body looked good.

"Do I really look okay to accompany you?" Brian walked up behind me, speaking in his deepest southern drawl.

"Sure do." I replied.

"My hair is crunchy." He patted his head.

I laughed loudly.

"Does the term 'size of a dime' mean anything to you?" I teased.

"I think it was about seventy-five cents worth." Brian laughed with me.

"Don't use a handful of gle, sexy." I smiled as I turned towards him, brush in hand.

Brian smiled sidely as I began to brush his hair for him, making is less "crunchy".

"You don't have tons of hair, baby, so alot of gel is not a good thing." I spoke freely as I brush, noticing Brian had not been drinking all day.

I was impressed.

"Are you calling me bald?" He pretended to be offended.

"Getting there, anyway. But I think bald men are sexy."

Brian just smiled back at me.

"Nah, this head ain't bald, baby. But I know one that is." I let a hand graze his crotch when I was done brushing.

Brian jumped slightly. I just winked at him, then turned back towards the mirror. I put on a few rings, then decided it was tacky and not "dressy" and took them back off. Brian moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides lightly and rested his chin on my right shoulder. He started into my eyes via the mirror and held me.

"I'm sorry." He kept his eyes on mine.

"For what?" I acted like I didn't know why he was apologizing.

"You know." He gave a frown. "The drinking, fucking everyone, encouraging you to fuck everyone, using you."

"Ah, THAT." I stated.

"I'm sorry for all of it. Every last bit." He squeezed me. "I'm gonna quit drinking. No more fucking around."

"That'd be good, but why the sudden change?" I asked the logical question.

"Kevin talked to me." Brian was watching my face for a reaction.

He wasn't going to get one.

"He said, well he told me all that's been going on between you two." Brian looked away for a second. "And he told me how he asked you to leave me. You wouldn't do it. He said, not braggingly, that you would've done it if you hadn't loved me so much. The two of you apparently get along great sexually, so the only thing stopping you was me. He said I better straighten my shit up and fix things or I'd lose you sooner or later. Then he threatened to kick my ass if I didn't straighten up."

"He was right." I didn't dare take my eyes off Brian's.

"It's not gonna be easy for me, baby."

"Me either." I agreed.

"Ya' know, it's just hard to see you doing the celebrity thing awhile I'm basically out of commission." He finally let go of me and went to the bed and plopped down.

"That's a poor excuse, baby." I walked over and sat down next to him.

"Don't I know? It's just hard for me, that's all. Your only concern isn't me, and I'm selfish enough to think it should be."

"That's not selfish--you're just insecure." I giggled, making a joke.

"I guess." He cracked a smile. "I just want us back."

"I do, too."

"You know, Nick and A.J. leave after this weekend. With Nick's new album, he has stuff to do away from here. They're taking Aaron home on the way. Maybe we can convince Kevin and Howie to give us space and go back to Orlando. Then we can work this out alone." He suggested.

"That would be great, baby." I smiled warmly and leaned in to hug him.

"Do you still love me like you used to?" Brian asked lowly.

I sat there for a moment and stared at Brian, examining him. Did I still love him like when I fell in love with him four years ago? Could I still love him after everything we'd both done to each other? When my fazed moved to those deep blue eyes--so blue they looked like Meditteranean waters--I saw the Brian I loved.

I saw the sweet, gentle guy that had seduced me in the beginning. He was still in there. I still wanted him. Wanted to spend my life with him. To make love to him. Brian was still a good guy underneath it all. We both were just lost at the moment.

"Yes," I sapt it out with a smile, "I still love you like I used to. And I'm sorry for anything and everything I did to you, too."

Brian grinned widely and grabbed me, kissing me deeply.

"You just gotta stop pissing me off." I laughed.

He laughed loudly and held my face in his hands, kissing every place he could think of, then hugged me to him. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hard squeeze. Brian fell into me, making me hold him up.

"Baby?" I tried to shove him up.

"I feel like such an ass." He started to cry.

"Whoa! Whoa!" I made him sit up and began to wipe the tears from under his eyes with my thumbs.

"Do you not remember that we have to go to a banquet in honor of your's truly? Don't give yourself raccoon eye!" I joked.

"Oh, yeah." He gave a wet laugh.

"We can't go celebrate me if we're crying." I wiped his eyes again and kissed his cheek. "Mmm, salty."

"No, we can't have that."

"Good, we agree then." I stood, pulling him up with me. "Now, let's go get kissed from Booker and get going."

"Okay." He smiled, holding my hand.

When I turned and went to walk away, he pulled me back by the hand he was holding.

"Will you make love with me tonight?" He spoke lowly, our faces inches apart.

"That depends on whether or not you're a good boy until then." I winked.

"Yes, baby." He chuckled and followed me out of my room.

"It's about time you came to collect me." Garrett slid into the limo across from us.

"Good to see you, too." I rolled my eyes.

"What's he doing here?" Garrett pointed at Brian. "Are you trying to confuse everyone?"

"No, just you. And don't do that." I slapped at his raised finger.

"Well, it's worked." He huffed. "You're going to look like a fool. A whore, even!"

"Watch it, buddy." Brian tensed next to me.

For some reason, those three words made me smile. MY Brian was still in there somewhere.

"It's okay, baby. Garrett is just telling what he sees as the truth. However wrong it may be." I grabbed his hand and held it.

Brian relaxed again and managed a smile for me.

"Then tell me how this works in the whole grand scheme of things." Garrett sat back.

"Simple, I'm a whore. But in a fun way." I shrugged.

Brian cackled while Garrett went pale.

"And that helps you how?" He croaked.

"By smiling coyly and having someone new as your date all the time, you keep folks on their toes. They're always talking. No such thing as bad press, afterall." I explained.

"The ole, let them think you're a big fat whore, but give no explanation ploy, eh?" Brian asked.

"THAT'S the one." I agreed.

Garrett just shook his head.

"Hey, your share of my money will make you rich, so just roll with it." I laughed at him.

"Matt! Will Clarkson with Entertainment Tonight--it's great to see you!" A young guy, in his late twenties, shook my hand as I walked up.

"Good to be here." I smiled as his cameraman got in our faces.

Brian, Garrett and I had arrived at the party twenty minutes ago, but we were still stuck outside with the press. I was apparently expected to give them all a little something, and I was going to start with this guy.

"Isn't this amazing? All this for you?" He smiled.

"Hey, I'll be the first to admit that....I deserve it." I winked, making the reporter laugh.

"How does it feel to have made these amazing deals--being the new toast of Hollywood?"

"Well I'm not exactly new."

"Right!" He laughed.

"It's great, real surreal," I squinted at all the lights, "but great."

There was a "popping noise overhead, then suddenly my conversation with the reporter was speakered overhead. Some people were stopping to listen, but alot of people kept on with their private conversations. The volume from the mass of people only came down a notch or two.

"How about your last movie finally being released?"

"Hey, we're in surround sound." I made him chuckle again. "It's a blessing. I was upset they shelved the movie..."

"Wasn't it due to sexual content?"

"Yeah, yeah. But now everyone will get to see me having sex again." I winked.

Yet another laugh. I hoped they were all this nice.

"I notice you have Brian Littrell with you tonight?" He was starting with the questioning I was waiting for.

"Yeah, he's with me tonight." I nodded, still cheerful.

"What's up with that?" He paused like he was done, then began again. "Didn't you have pictures taken of you with Kevin Richardson last week?"

"I'm trying to collect the whole set. Next week will be A.J." I made a gun motion with both hands and smile goofily.

"Good friends, then?" He laughed.

"Very good." I replied.

Garrett showed up again and grabbed my elbow, signaling it was time to move on. I said my "goodbye's and thank you's" graciously and took off. Garrett had me bouncing from reporter to reporter, allowing about three minutes at each one. Sometimes less time if the reporter was "buggery". Brian was happy to stand back and answer the occasional question posed to him.

Finally, the last outdoor chore to do was stand in front of the "firing squad". Which meant I was shoved into a big open space where all the cameramen flashed away, taking pictures over and over. Garrett led me to where I needed to stand and took off. I playfully posed for a few seconds until I heard a female voice scream over the crowd for me.

"Matt!" I turned to see Madonna running towards me.

"Madonner!" I imitated Rupert Everett.

"How are you, sweetheart?!" She asked, planting a kiss on my lips and hugging me.

Both of us were oblivious to the flashes going off at record speed around us. Apparently--THIS was news.

"Just fabulous! How's our Rupert?" I asked, pulling back, holding her hands in mine.

"Fabulous as well, he asked about you as well. But you've yet to ask me how I am." She teased.

"I KNOW you're fabulous." I winked.

"Madonna, Matt--pose for us! Give us a picture!" We finally came back to reality and realized we were being photographed.

We got out act together and started posing. At first we had our arms slung together. Then hugging. Then I just put an arm over her shoulders. Madonna got funny then and turned me around and grabbed my ass in a comical post. When I turned around again, I grabbed her chest with both hands and more pictures were taken. By the end of the shoot, we had everyone laughing. We walked off together, arm in arm.

"We'll be on the front page tomorrow." Madonna laughed as we moved inside, Brian and Guy Ritchie trailing behind.

"I'm so tired." I fell face first onto the bed, fully clothed.

"You shouldn't sleep in that suit, baby." Brian chuckled as he closed the door.

"I know." I grunted, then flailed about 'til the jacket came off.

"You could have gotten up and taken all your clothes off with as much effort as that took." He laughed.

"I'd kick my shoes off, but I might go to fashion prison for people who scuff D&G's." I sighed whistfully.

Brian laughed at my joke and walked over to me. He rolled me over onto my back. He moved to my feet, unlacing my shoes.

"Thanks, baby." I sighed as he pulled the first shoe off.

"No prob, baby." He stated lowly.

He got my second shoe off and set it down next to the other one. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him.

"You need help standing?" He teased.

I didn't answer right away. I raised my right foot and pressed it into his crotch, brushing against him thru his slacks. Brian gasped suddenly, but smiled down at me as I kneaded his crotch with the ball of my foot. He was semi-hard and growing slowly to fully hard. I was anxious. I hadn't had sex with Brian in awhile. It had been awhile since I looked at his cock.

"Didn't I say I'd do something for you if you behaved tonight." I asked, tongue firmly in cheek.

"You sure did." He smiled graciously, standing still so my foot could continue to massage his now hard cock.

"Well, get up here with me, baby." I patted the bed next to me.

"Whatcha gonna do for me?" Brian asked.

He moved forward slowly, right at me. He put his hands on either side of me, on the bed. He kept moving forward until I had to lay back on the bed. When I was laying flat on the bed, Brian moved up, straddling me on the bed, one knee on either side of me. After he finished moving forward, Brian was on his hands and knees above me, looking down at me.

I reached up and caressed his cheek with my hand, giving him a warm smile as he peered down at me. Brian smiled back at me as I stroked his cheek and watched him hover above be. I let my hand trail from his cheek, slowly down his neck to his chest. Brian grinned widely as I popped open the first button of his dress shirt.

"What did you want me to do for you?" I asked, bringing my other hand up to his shirt, working on his buttons slowly.

"What did we do the first night we met?" Brian made a face that showed he was thinking.

"If you think you're getting off with a simple blowjob, you better think again." I teased.

"Oh, you want more than that, huh?" He leaned down until his mouth was an inch from mine.

"Lots more." I stuck my tongue out quickly, licking his lips.

"I want lots more, too." Brian gave me a slow, gentle kiss. "I want to make love to you."

I leaned upwards and kiss Brian on the neck. My mouth moved around to the front of his neck, sucking on his Adam's Apple. I stuck my tongue out and licked from that spot, up his neck, over his chin, and to his lips. Brian opened his mouth for me, letting me move in to kiss him, our tongues swirling together. My hands moved quickly, opening his buttons on his shirt quickly.

Once his shirt was unbuttoned, I dove in with my hands, finally connecting with his bare skin. I shivered as I finally touched Brian for what seemed like the first time. His skin seemed to send electric currents into my fingertips. Brian kissed me deeply, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue as I rubbed my hands around his bare back and chest, then down his stomach.

"Oh God, baby. I've wanted you to touch me like that for a long long time now." He sighed, staring down at me as my hands explored inside his shirt.

"I've missed touching you like this." I replied, finally bringing my hands out of his shirt and pulling it off of him.

I almost gasped when I saw him without a shirt again. He was just as beautiful as I remembered him. Brian lifted one hand at a time for me so I could get the shirt off of him. I threw his shirt off the bed, then began to smooth my hands over his back again. When my hands came around to his stomach and grabbed onto his belt, Brian's back bowed and he sighed heavily.

"Well," I jerked up on his belt, making Brian jump,"I haven't gotten to see him in awhile."

Brian just looked at me in a way that let me know he wanted me very badly right then.

"I want to see him again." I grinned evily.

"Then, take him out, baby." Brian panted as I unbuckled his belt.

I got Brian's belt undone quickly and slowly pulled it out of his belt loops and chunked it on the floor. Brian shivered above me as I slid the zipper on his pants down slowly and deliberately. Without bothering to fully undo his pants, I plunged my hand into his pants and felt his hard cock press against the palm of my hand. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. Brian jumped again when my hand connected with his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him, and slowly pulled him out of his pants.

I sighed with content as I saw his large cock once again. It glistened with precum, a small drop hanging onto the tip. I kept my hand wrapped around him, and moved his cock around a bit, as if examining it. Brian just panted above me as I held him in my fist. I brought my other hand down to him and reached in to pull his balls out of his pants, cupping and playing with them as well.

"It's the hottest thing I've ever seen." I sighed as I wrapped my arms around Brian and rolled us, finally ending up on top of him, straddling him.

"You're the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I reached down and took him in my hand again, slowly beginning to stroke him as I sat on his thighs.

"So many things I could do with this." I smiled evily as he panted for breath beneath him.

"I don't know why the fuck I ever messed with anybody else." Brian grabbed my hips lightly and held them as I stroked him.

"I don't either." I teased.

"Baby?" Brian spoke in a shy voice.

"Yeah?" I asked, entranced in stroking his cock.

"I don't know, but I want to know what I can do to make this relationship work." Brian gasped quickly as I stroked him.

"What do you mean?" I cocked my head to the side and held onto his cock, not stroking anymore.

"I know we're going to have sex and all, right?"

"Well I hope the fuck so." I teased nervously.

"But, that isn't going to solve everything. What can I do to make this relationship like it was?" He asked.

"Brian, I don't want you to feel responsible for everything..."

"But I am. Matt, I love you. I want to know--before we have sex--what it's going to take to make this work. If we have sex now without fixing everything COMPLETELY, it's going to just turn into problem after problem." Brian grabbed my hand and slowly pulled my hand off him.

I thought about it for a second. Was Brian right? Was I just going to have sex with him to glaze things over--to make everything seem superficially okay? What did I need from Brian? He was willing to give up drinking and fucking around, but was that enough? Did I need something else from him? A sign of some sort?

"Why?"

"Why what?" He asked.

"Why all the sudden do you want to know what is lacking in this relationship. You haven't cared before." That sounded alot harsher than I intended.

"Because, I don't know. I just feel that we're on the cusp of breaking up or fixing everything completely."

Well, I hadn't expected this at all. Brian was straightening himself out just to get laid. He really wanted to fix things. I guess Kevin had given him a real good talking to. Brian was still hard, but he wasn't going to have sex with me until we talked.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked, sighing heavily.

"No, I just stopped you from touching my dick because it didn't feel good." He gave me a goofy grin.

I laughed loudly.

"Come on, baby." He cooed, pulling me down to lay beside him.

I didn't want to talk about it right at that moment because I knew I'd vent. Brian had been going thru a whole bunch of shit like me, he didn't need to hear my insecurities and bitching and moaning. For some reason though, I just let it blurt out.

"You don't fuckin' listen to me anymore." I cupped my hand over my mouth after I let it slip out.

Brian just laid there, unfazed. When he didn't defend himself, I kept going.

"I so fucking resent you for not talking to me anymore. We don't lay in bed and just talk. You don't seem to care about me anymore unless we're fucking. You want to watch me fuck other guys, like fucking me isn't good enough. I fucking just want to beat your ass for Nick and A.J., but at the same time, I hate myself for doing it." I could feel tears coming on.

"Get it out, baby." He pulled me into him and held me.

"And the other night when you were drunk and asked me about Kevin....I so fucking hated you right then. I hated you more because you didn't get mad at me for having sex with him. Sometimes, I just hate you, but at the same time I can't not love you. You piss me off so much." I started slapping at his chest and face like I was insane.

Brian must have thought I was going crazy. I acted like I wanted to kill him. I started punching and slapping at him, getting my agression out. He just moved his face away so I couldn't hit him there, and held me as I slapped at him. I didn't know what came over me, I just wanted to hit Brian until he hurt as bad as I did inside. Brian let me do it. My fists were moving so fast, I didn't know how hard I was doing it, but Brian just winced and let me do it.

"I fucking hate you! You piss me off so bad!" I punched one final time, hitting Brian in the chin.

Brian didn't react, he just took the punch, then pulled me in tight to him until I was pulled against his chest. I began to sob into his chest as he held me, mumbling about how much I hated and loved him. I knew I had gone crazy. I just tried to beat the fuck out of my boyfriend. How could I love him so much, but just have hit him in the face? How could I do that to anyone? Brian just held me and whispered "I love you, Matt. I love you so much."

(Part Four)

"Is this music okay for you?" Randi asked as Brian and I walked into the vacant loft for the photo shoot.

"Yeah, that's tight." I replied, scoping out the area they had set up.

Randi had called me at five in the morning, which was a bad idea. Brian and I didn't fall asleep until three. When she called, I was so out of it she could barely understand me. Randi wanted me to know that Rolling Stone had been thrilled to have me on the cover and wanted me to meet her for photos and the interview at eleven the next morning. I was excited, but I didn't really want to get up.

Brian woke when the phone went off. When I told him what was going on, he wanted to go if it was okay with me. It made me feel good that he wanted to go. Lately, he hadn't given a shit what was going on with me. So ofcourse, I automatically agreed to let him come. I asked Kevin to watch Booker, and he agree right away.

I didn't dress up, I just wore some torn jeans, a tank, and a bit of jewelry. Before we went to the photo shoot, Brian and I got out the scissors and chopped my hair down. It was in a messy type "do" where my hair was going everywhere--like continual "bedhead". I thought it looked good on me. I slathered on some black fingernail polish and we were out the door.

There were several assistants around, plus a cameraman. They had set up a bedroom type setting. There was a bed set up against a red brick wall. Sorta trashy looking, but trendy as well. There was no warddrobe or makeup person--as I requested. I wanted the pics to look raw. No Doubt was playing, giving off a good vibe. I was totally in the mood to be naughty.

"I love the look, by the way." Randi complimented me.

"Brian cut it for me." I grabbed his hand.

"Yeah.." He looked over at me and smiled.

"Well, he did a good job." She smiled. "What happened to Kevin?"

Brian laughed loudly.

"That was just for publicity." I lied.

"Oh, well it was good." She winked. "I figure we'll do pics first, then the interview."

"Sounds good to me." I shrugged and let go of Brian's hand to walk over to the bedroom set they had made, pulling my jacket off, letting it fall on the floor.

Brian picked my jacket up for me as I plopped down on the bare bed, looking at the camerman. Randi and Brian found a seat on a bench behind the camera set up.

"So, what are you comfortable with?" The cameraman, with a German accent, asked me.

"Anything. How long do you want me to pose?" I asked.

"Half hour. Maybe longer." He stated succinctly.

"Okay. Let's just work it." I stated and sat back, bracing myself on my hands behind me.

Immediately, he began photographing me. I sat back for a bit. Then I got on all fours on the bed--not in a "Playmate" way, but in a less seductive, natural pose. Then I laid fully on the bed while he stood above me and shot. He continued to shout praise that I was "a natural". After a bit of that, I climbed further onto the bed and sat with my back against the brick wall, pulling my knees to my chest and holding them. When I got bored, I lit a cigarette and smoked nonchalantly while he photographed me.

When the mood hit me, I stripped my tank off and sat bare chested for him to photograph. Randi gave me a "thumbs up", showing she approved. Every now and then I ran a hand across my chest or abs, giving the photographer an eye full. When I ran my hand down my abs, letting my fingertips wander past the waistband of my jeans, the photographer went crazy. He flashed picture after picture. Finally, to make him overheat, I unbuttoned the top of my jeans and sat back, totally relaxed.

"Oh shit, that's my jam." I announced as 'Hella Good' came on the stereo.

I stood up quickly in front of the bed, my jeans still undone. I began to dance for the photographer and began to dance to the verse. The photographer snapped picture after picture as I danced. I turned away from him so he could snap me from behind. When I spun around to face him, Brian was standing in front of me. I jumped slightly from shock, then smiled widely.

"Wanna dance with me?" He asked.

"Hell yeah." I grinned cheesily.

Brian began to dance in front of me, placing his arms on either side of me, grinding up against me. I laughed loudly as the flashes on the camera went off. Brian definitely cut the tension by making me laugh for once. Halfway thru the song, I realized he really wanted to dance, so I wrapped my arms around him and began to grind back. Randi and the cameraman seemed to love this. They both cheered us on, but let us do our own thing.

Brian dropped his hands to my waist as I yanked his shirt off of him. I threw his shirt on the bed, then continued dancing with him. He just smiled at me as I began to dance lower, bringing my mouth even with his chest, then licking his chest. The photographer was saying things like "That's gold" and "Oh! More of that" as we danced. Finally, Brian realized we had been dancing for too long and reached down, yanking my pants off me until I was standing in boxer briefs.

As Brian walked away, he pulled my jeans off of me, carrying them away with him. I couldn't help but laugh as I was left standing in my boxer briefs in front of the photographer. He kept exclaiming his approval as I continued to pose in different position, almost nude. After about ten minutes, the photographer seemed to lose interest, so I hooked my thumbs in my boxer briefs, licking my lips.

Suddenly, he started snapping more pics. Before I could chicken out, I stripped my boxer briefs off and quickly covered my privates with my hands, stepping out of my underwear. I kept my hands over my cock as I sat back on the bed, straddling the corner of it. Randi and the photographer went absolutely crazy, thinking they had hit the jackpot. I posed a bit, sitting up with my hands covering me. Then I stood and turned where he got my backside. After several more minutes, I got on the bed, laying down on my stomach. That way I didn't have to cover my cock while he photographed me. I lit a cigarette at this part.

Brian came back over to me, this time completely nude. I didn't think anything of it. I had seen him nude so many times, I was desensitized to it. But obviously, the photographer thought it was awesome when Brian climbed on the bed and straddled my ass, completely nude. Brian situated himself on me to where when a photograph was taken, you just saw him on me. You assumed he wasn't clothed, but you weren't sure. When Randi told me to look like I was having sex, I made a face like I was in sexual ecstasy and Brian leaned into me, grabbing my shoulders. I'm sure it looked like he was fucking me while we were photographed.

After this, Brian laid down against me, resting his chin on my shoulder. He was looking over my shoulder as our picture was snapped. I couldn't think of anything more seductive than that--until Brian knelt on the bed. Then he made me sit on and huge him while the photographer took pics of that. Brian was proving to be a vital part of my manipulation of main stream media.

"You two are fucking awesome!" Randi announced.

"Let's try making love again." I whispered into Brian's ear.

Another camera flash.

"But you haven't forgiven me." He whispered back.

"Yes, I have. I just had to get that out last night."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm just as much to fault as you are."

"Yes you are. But that doesn't matter."

"Yes it does." I sighed, hugging him tightly to me as we were photographed.

"No, it doesn't. That's the past. We're starting over. You, me and Booker. We're going to make it work." Brian demanded. "This is going to work out. I love you too much to not make it work."

"Put the tips of your fingers down the front of my pants." I stated quickly.

Brian complied. The photographer went crazy again.

"I want it to work, too. Anything I have to do." I whispered bakc.

"Except involving other people." He joked.

"Right." I laughed with him.

"Can he grab you, Matt?" Randi hollered.

"Sure." I replied.

"I just want to make sure we last." Brian stated suredly as he grabbed my bare crotch, covering me with his hand as we were photographed.

"My balls are sorta hanging out." I stated nonchalantly, making Brian shove his other hand into my crotch with a laugh. "I want us to last, too."

"Matt, I don't want this to sound raunchy, but I just want to fuck you so bad." He sighed, holding me with both hands.

"Me, too. Especially since last night didn't work." I replied, pushing him down into a laying position on the bed, laying on top of him.

The photographer kept snatching pictures as I laid down on top of Brian. I was fully nude, but Brian was fully clothed. Finally, after this position got boring, we stood, Brian standing in front of me to hide my nakedness from the camera. I let my hands fall to the front of his jeans as more photographs were taken.

"Okay, that's enough!" I shouted, suddenly busting out laughing.

Brian hugged me to him, helping to cover me fully from the cameraman, and began laughing loudly with me. Brian helped cover me with his body as I gathered my boxer briefs off the floor and yanked them on. Once I had them on, he moved away from me, but just slightly.

"You two are fucking gold. You make me sick." The cameraman stated.

It was obviously a compliment coming from him. I laughed as I lit a cigarette and stood in my underwear smoking, in front of God and everybody.

"No shit! That was great." Randi dashed up and threw her arms around me. "Just wonderful! You rock!"

"Don't I know." I teased her as she pulled away.

"Nuh-uh, I ain't doin' it!" Aaron was screeching at Nick and A.J.

"Don't make him do it." Booker squealed his defense.

Brian and I had just returned from the photo shoot to find a shouting match going on in the den. Aaron was sitting in one of the chairs while the rest of the guys were sprawled on the couch. Booker was sitting on the floor while "Scooby-Doo" the cartoon played on the T.V.

"What are you afraid of, Aaron?" Kevin leaned forward on the couch and teased.

Aaron was trembling, almost on the verge of tears. I wanted to rush to him and hold him, like I'd do for Booker. But he was a teenager and likely to be embarassed by that.

"I'm not doing it!" Aaron shouted at Nick, then hissed at Kevin. "Nothing!"

"What the hell's going on in here?" Brian laughed as I just made my way to the empty chair and plopped down.

"Nothing." Aaron answered in a lower voice.

"We have plans for this Saturday night." A.J. winked at Brian.

"No!" Aaron hollered again.

"Inside voice, Aaron." I stated blandly, groaning as I stripped my sandals off.

"They made reservations for all of us to stay at some hotel...." Aaron began, desperation in his voice, his eyes pleading with me.

"That's haunted!" Howie interjected.

"Cool!" Brian's eyes lit up and he dashed over to look at the brochure Nick had.

"Like haunted haunted, or fake haunted house type haunted?" I asked.

"Like, supposedly truly haunted. It's a historical landmark." Nick nodded.

"Groovy." I sighed with a smile and curled up in the chair.

"I don't have to go, do I, Matt?!?" Aaron was looking at me with the desperate look again.

All the guys were on the couch, conspiring over the brochure Nick had while Booker's attention had turned back to the T.V. I couldn't figure out why Nick would go and do something like this without checking with any of us. Maybe we didn't want to go--and what would I do with Booker? In all honesty, I was intrigued and dying to go, but I couldn't take Booker.

"Ofcourse you don't have to go." I nodded once. "I don't even know if I can go. So you can stay here with me."

"Oh, you're going, baby." Brian looked up at me quickly.

I didn't answer, I just swept a hand at Booker.

"Garrett could watch him." Kevin suggested.

"Yeah, right!" I laughed.

However, then I realized--Garrett was responsible. He was one person I could actually trust to do a job to my specifications. I just didn't know if he liked kids. But if was definitely worth asking him.

"Well, yeah. I could do that." I conceded thoughtfully.

"What about me?!?!" Aaron looked horrified.

"You can stay in the same room with Brian and me. You don't have to suffer with Nick and A.J. scaring you all night." I shrugged.

Aaroun thought on that for a minute, and slowly his horrified expression melted. Then he finally smiled.

(Part Five)

The place was massive. The lobby had to be atleast a full acre large. I expected the hotel to be large, just from looking at the outside of the "mansion", but nothing like what we saw. The lobby was filled with antique furniture, lamps, end tables, and art work everywhere. I was almost overpowering, but then again, I'm sure that everyone in the lobby was overpowered by the seven celebrities that walked in the door right at that moment. It's not everyday that you're trying to check into a hotel and Matt Thompson, The Backstreet Boys and Aaron Carter barge in all together.

Luckily, Garrett was kind enough to agree to watch Booker. It took just a small amount of ass kissing on my part, but in the end, Garrett made me proud by saying "yes". Booker didn't seem too happy about not getting to go to the "Haunted Hotel", but when I explained that it was scary, he was relieved he wasn't going. I promised both Garrett and Booker I'd bring them back a gift for being good boys.

After getting Garrett to babysit, Nick broke the news to all of us that we had to have costumes for a a dinner party at the hotel. We all grumbled and cursed him, but knew there was no way around it. With only a couple hours to spare, we all went to a Halloween shop at the Beverly Center. I've always had a phobia about malls. My theory was always that if the shop couldn't afford to build their own building, then they weren't worth shopping at. Besides, we always got mobbed at malls. Too many young kids.

It was quite a trying experience. There was plenty to choose from, but I never was one to go for costumes. After searching rack after rack of costumes, Aaron and I found a Harry Potter costume. Since Aaron didn't look like Harry, we decided he could be Draco Malfoy. He wasn't too pleased about it, but I finally convinced him that it would be cute--which is what I'm sure any teen likes to hear.

Aaron and Brian searched rack after rack with me, but I just couldn't find anything that made me happy. I suggested to Brian I could go as a "Sardonic Pissed Off Fag That Hates Costumes"--basically myself--but he wasn't having any of that. In the end, Brian ended up finding some camouflage cargo pants that were tight at the waist but sorta baggy down thru the legs. He added a army green wife beater, dog tags, and black army boots, with a camoflage army cap. It was suitable to me, but I knew Brian just wanted to me to dress that way 'cause it was a fetish. When I brought it up to him, he stated "I'll show you how much I like it when we go to our room", and winked at me. Then I reminded him Aaron was staying with us, and I got a disappointed groan. I had to laugh at him. Brian told me he was keeping costume a secret from me, though.

"We have a reservation for four rooms." Nick announced to the desk clerk when it was out turn.

The rest of us stood back, waiting on Nick to pay the man so we could go see our rooms. I think Aaron was just as overwhelmed by the place as I was. The ceiling was thirty feet high, atleast, with a huge crystal and silve chandeleir hanging down. If that sucker fell, it would take out a good five people. The wall to the right of the check in desk was covered in artwork, with two windows that were about five feet wide and ran floor to ceiling. the opposite wall had a few more pieces of art on it, with several French doors that looked like they led into a ballroom or a dining area. They doors had lacey type curtains on the other side, so I couldn't see in very well.

The wall opposite the desk--where we had entered--had no windows, but the huge wooden doors were the focal point. It looked like it would take the power of ten men to open the doors, but for some reason, one person could do the job. They were carved of some type of wood I wasn't familiar with, but it looked like teak. In one corner of the lobby was a staircase that was fairly narrow, and just seemed to disappear into the ceiling. The stairs were only wide for a person carrying a suitcase to get up. The opening into the ceiling that led to the second floor was just wide enough as well. It was probably built that way so you had to walk up the stairs to actually see what was on the second floor.

The desk was made of mahogany, and was lacquered to a shine that made it possible to see your reflection. To the left of the desk was a long, wide, and somewhat winding hallway that apparently led to other rooms, the service staff quarters and a washing area. The kitchen was probably down that hall as well. It reminded me of a hallway you'd see in the movie "The Shining." When I looked over at Aaron, he apparently saw the hallway as well. He must have thought it looked ominous, too, 'cause he looked white.

"You'll be fine." I wrapped an arm over his shoulders and gave him a smile.

"I better be or I'm gonna tell mom to kill Nick." He gave a weak smile back.

"Alright, let's go find our room." Brian brought Aaron and I to attention by dangling a key in front of us.

"What's the number?" I asked, reaching down to pick my backpack back up.

"Two-forty-one." Brian wriggled his eyebrows at us, then the stairs.

"It's sure gonna be hard to run down those stairs if something gets after you Aaron." Nick laughed as the rest of the guys walked by, on their way down the hall next to the desk.

"Why do THEY get to stay on this floor and we have to go up there?" Aaron squealed.

"Well apparently, all the rooms with two beds are up there. Everything down here is only one bed rooms." Brian shrugged.

"We'll be fine. Get your bag, let's go." I punched Aaron playfully in the arm and headed towards the stairs.

While grumbling about "stupid frickin' brothers that send you to your doom", Aaron grabbed his bag and followed me to the stairs. Brian brought up the rear, ruffling Aaron's hair with a laugh. We got halfway up the stairs fine, but suddenly, they started creaking. Loudly, too. I began laughing loudly as each step creaked louder than the other. Aaron turned to go back down the steps, but Brian turned him back around to follow me. I didn't know if they had intentionally had made the steps creak, or it was just the sign of age. Either way, it was funny to Brian and I, and a sign of doom to come to Aaron.

Aaron relaxed a bit once we got off the steps and entered the upstairs hallway. It was quite a bit wider than the hallway downstairs, but it had pieces of antique furniture here and there as well. A few victorian couches, antique tables and hutches, and some more artwork. The whole wall was line with windows that looked out into an enclosed garden area. It was light and airy, and not spooky in the least. I heard Aaron give a sigh of relief.

"Which way to our room, Bob?" I asked Brian.

"Bob?" He cocked his head.

"Yeah, why not? Which way?" I winked.

"I'm thinking this way?" He jerked a thumb to the right with a laugh.

"Otay, buttwheat." I gave him an "ok" sign and turned right.

A few yards down, and I realized we were on the right trail. The two-thirties started, then there was two-forty, then at the end of the hall, was two-forty-one. Just by looked at how much wall space was left on each side of our room door, it looked like ours was the largest room in the hotel. That didn't bother me in the slightest. Brian was kind enough to unluck the door, and hold it open for Aaron and I. I hit the light switch on the wall as we walked in.

The room WAS huge. With two king size beds, as well. One was along the right wall, the foor facing towards the middle of the room, and the other bed was on the left wall, facing the other bed. Both beds were four poster, with imposing canopies on them. There were a couple couches, a dresser, and a few other odds and ends of furniture. However, there weren't any windows, so I could see how it would be very creepy at night time. With the lights on, though, it looked completely benign.

"Which bed do you want, Aaron?" I thought letting him choose which bed he wanted, he'd be able to pick the one that scared him the least.

"Um....that one." Aaron pointed to the one on the right.

"Then, that one is our's, baby." I slapped Brian on the ass as he closed the door, then ran towards the bed.

Brian laughed and chased after me, tackling me onto the bed. I laughed as Brian held me down on top of the bed and began to kiss my neck playfully.

"Jeez, and I thought the ghosts would scare me." Aaron stuck his tongue out and walked over to his bed and plopped down.

"Oh, be quiet, you've seen A.J. and Nick kiss before." Brian grabbed a decorative pillow and lobbed it at Aaron before going back to giving me kisses.

Aaron just gave a laugh as he dodged the pillow.

"Okay, that's enough of that." I gave Brian a quick kiss on the lips and rolled him off me, sitting up.

"Well, damn." Brian groaned lustfully, but knew he'd just have to suffer with Aaron in the room.

"So, what do we do until tonight?" Aaron pulled his legs up on the bed and sat 'indian style', looking over at me.

"Um, I don't really know." I looked at Brian.

"Hey, this was Nick's idea, I don't have the first clue." He put his hands up in the air.

"Well, call the boy!" I pushed Brian's knee with a giggle.

"Yeah, okay." Brian got up to call Nick.

"I'm kinda hungry." Aaron shrugged as he grabbed the remote for the T.V. and switched it on.

"I'm kinda feenin'." I replied, and pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket.

I lit my cigarette and sat back on the bed while Brian paced around the room. Aaron flipped thru channels on the T.V., looking confused. As I grabbed the ashtray off the bedside table and ashed into it, Brian came back over and plopped down beside me.

"Aren't you going to call Nick?" I asked.

"There's no phone." Brian gave a disbelieving laugh.

"Huh?" I laughed with him.

"And we only get five channels!" Aaron was highly upset.

"Well those cheap bastards." I sighed.

"What are we gonna do if we need to call the po-lice or sumpin?" Aaron looked panicked.

Brian and I busted out laughing at him.

"What?" He huffed.

"Well, I don't think we'll need to call the police, kiddo. And I don't think they can save you from ghoulies, anyway." Brian held his hands out at Aaron and wriggled his fingers.

"Stop it!" Aaron gasped.

"Baby..." I grabbed one of his hands with a laugh.

"Okay, okay." He conceded as I grabbed my backpack and pulled my cell phone out. "They can't stop us, I brought my own phone!"

Aaron gave a sigh of relief as I punched up Nick's phone number on my cell and hit "send". I held it to my ear and listened as it gave the small "beeping" noise, signaling it was dialing the number entered. I waited a few seconds, then my cell gave two loud beeps, indicating I wasn't getting a signal.

"Well, shit." I licked my teeth and tried again, getting the same results.

"Let me try mine." Aaron got his cell phone.

He held the phone to his ear, and waited. Finally, his smile turned into a frown, then he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it.

"No signal, huh?" I asked, ashing my cigarette again.

"No."

"Well, we don't have any windows. And the walls are pretty thick. Cell phones probably aren't gonna work in this room." Brian shrugged.

"Yeah." I agreed and snubbed out my cigarette.

I set the ashtray and my cell phone back on the bedside table and brought my legs up on the bed. Brian wrapped his arms around me as I wrapped mine around his chest and leaned against him, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Do ya'll want to get something to eat?" Brian asked after kissing the top of my head.

"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry." I agreed.

"I'm starving." Aaron sighed as he turned off the T.V. and chunked the remote on the bed. "Let me go piss first."

"Okay." Brian replied.

Brian and I stayed sitting on the bed as Aaron went into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. We stayed pretty quiet, holding each other and giving each other kisses every now and then as Aaron did his business. Brian jerked his head up as the bathroom door swung open and banged into the wall. Aaron came running out and jumped onto the bed between Brian and I. He wrapped his arms around me, almost knocking me over onto the bed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Brian laughed, falling back and away from us.

"There's something in there!" He pointed excitedly at the bathroom.

"What?" Brian laughed nervously.

"There's something FUCKING in there." Aaron repeated, his whole body shaking against me.

"Watch your mouth." I stated calmly. "What are you talking about?"

"Sorry, Matt, but there's something in that bathroom." He pointed again nervously and then held onto me tighter.

Brian got up from the bed with a laugh and went to the bathroom as Aaron shook against me.

"Aaron, there can't be anything in the bathroom. We're the only three people in here." I explained, but didn't try to pull away from him.

"It's not a person, it's something else. Something is in there." He insisted firmly.

"Baby, there's nothing in there." Brian came out of the bathroom and gave me a look like 'that boy crazy'.

"Hold on." I pulled away from Aaron and stood.

Brian went over to the bed with Aaron and sat down. I laughed loudly when Aaron latched onto him. Brian made an "oof" sound as Aaron squeezed the air out of him.

"I'll go look, okay, Aaron?"

"Okay. But I'm not going back in there alone."

"Well, I'm not gonna hold your hand while you pee, so you'll just have to go with the door open." I laughed loudly.

While Aaron clutched Brian, I walked across the room to the bathroom. I didn't know how a fifteen-year-old kid could be so jumpy about nothing. The room seemed pretty bright and not the least bit creepy at the moment. However, I humored Aaron, and was going to investigate the bathroom for him. Looking in the entrance of the bathroom, it seemed pretty welcoming, not the least bit scary or menacing. However, I entered the bathroom to have a look.

"Wow!" I exclaimed to Brian and Aaron. "This is a cool bathroom."

"It's creepy!" Aaron's muffled reply reached my ears.

The bathroom was not particularly big or anything, but amazing nonetheless. On the left of the door there was a huge iron claw-foot bathtub. It wasn't oversized, but still big enough for two people--such as Brian and myself. To the right was a shower stall with glass doors, and was probably big enough to two folks as well. Then against the wall opposite the door, there was a long vanity with a sink, and a huge mirror. The whole room was done done in gold's and silvers, with a little bit of color thrown in here and there. There were a few cherubic creatures carved into the crown molding around the ceiling. I noticed there was a closet, and for curiosity's sake, I opened it to make sure nothing was hiding.

The closet was empty, save a few hangers and extra toilet paper and towels. I shrugged, and closed the closet. I closed the entrance door, making Aaron squeal from his place on the bed. As I went over to the toilet to pee, I couldn't help but laugh at him. Aaron had to be especially superstitious or jumpy to have gotten scared in this bathroom, I thought to myself as I unzipped my pants, pulled myself out and proceeded to conduct business.

As I was zipping my pants back up, though, it felt cold all of the sudden. It felt like a breeze was blowing across the back of my neck. Not necessarily a breeze from a fan or a vent, but like someone blowing across my neck. I turned around slowly, checking for a cooling vent around the ceiling, but couldn't find one. I shrugged again and flushed the toilet and went over to the sink to wash my hands.

Before I could turn the water on, the hairs on my neck stood up and I felt like someone was standing behind me--watching me. One glance in the mirror let me know there was no one there. However, as I turned on the water and proceeded to wash my hands, the feeling didn't go away. It just got more intense, until I was downright creeped out. However, I kept myself from running out, screaming like a woman. That would only have made it worse for Aaron.

"Well?" Brian looked up at me.

He was still on the bed with Aaron, holding him while Aaron shook.

"Nothing." I lied--sort of.

"See, Aaron?" Brian made Aaron look up at him by putting a hand under his chin and tilting his head up.

"Yeah, I guess--maybe I just got spooked." Aaron blinked.

"Come on, I'll stand outside the door while you go." I waved Aaron over.

He got up tentatively and walked over to me, entering the bathroom as if something was going to jump out at him.

"Just keep talking to me while I go." Aaron demanded.

"Alright." I laughed.

As Aaron went to the bathroom, I looked over at Brian and gave him a "It's creepy in there" look. Brian just cocked his head to the side as if I confused him.

"Look what I have." Nick sang happily as he and the other guys joined Brian, Aaron and I at our table in the dining room.

"Whaaaaaaat?" I mocked him, making Brian and Aaron snicker.

"This, smartass." He teased me, holding a book up in front of himself, against his chest.

The book was sorta old looking. It had a brown, paper composite cover. There was no lettering, title or otherwise. It looked kinda dirty and funky.

"Good job, Nick. You found a book in the garbage." I leaned against the top of the table with my elbows.

"Very funny." He rolled his eyes. "It's a journal of guests that stayed in our room."

"Okay, so you found a book a previous guest threw in the garbage." Brian shrugged, making me laugh with this time with Aaron.

"Oh shut up." Nick waved us off. "It tells a history of the hotel, and tells about the ghosts that haunt each room."

"Oooooh." Kevin's eyes lit up. "What's it say about one-twenty-two?"

"Let's seeeeeeee," Nick opened the book and started flipping pages,"Okay, one-twenty-two. Your's is referred to as the 'Blood Room'."

"No wonder it's red." Kevin cringed.

Nick laughed while the rest of us groaned. "Your room is haunted by ghosts named the 'Headless Husband' and the 'Bleeding Bride'. Apparently a bride and her groom planned to spend their honeymoon in your room. They were supposed to leave the next day, but they never came to check out. Later the next day, the maid went to clean the room and found both of them laying on the bed in their wedding gear. Both of their heads were missing."

"Matt..." Aaron leaned towards me.

"Nick, don't tell us this shit." I laughed nervously.

"Howie's in one-twenty-one." Nick completely ignored my request as everyone laughed.

"What's it say about my room?" Howie perked up.

"Well, yours is haunted by a ghost called 'The Gentleman'." Nick raised his eyebrows.

"That doesn't sound scary." A.J. leaned over to read with Nick.

"The Gentleman is a cigar smoking man in 1800's garb. He came to his untimely death when he was shot by a man he had beat at poker that evening. Guests of that room have smelled cigar smoke that came from nowhere. On occasion, people have been waken in the middle of the night to see a man standing over them, staring down at them. Then he disappears."

"Spookular." I snarled as Aaron whimpered.

"Our room," A.J. snatched the book away from Nick and began to read,"is haunted by two ghosts. One is named the 'Sally' and another named 'Benjamin."

"Not very clever names compared to the others." Brian commented.

"It's two kids that were strangled by their mother," A.J. scrunched up his face in disgust,"and left in a closet. They weren't found until months later. They've been seen from time to time playing outside of the room. When someone spots them, the run back into the room. Ofcourse, when the person goes into the room to see what's going on, the kids are nowhere to be found. Guests of the hotel have also waken to the sounds of kids giggling, and the sounds of a bell. The T.V. turns on and off on it's own, as do the lights."

"I don't know how we'll sleep thru all that." Nick acted upset.

"Oh like you'll be sleeping." Aaron seethed.

"Oooooh, good one, boy." I ruffled his hair. "A bit longer with me and you'll be a genuine smart ass."

Aaron looked back over at me, proud of himself.

"Which room are ya'll in?" A.J. asked, flipping thru the book.

"Two-forty-one." Brian replied as he picked up his coke.

"Don't tell them!" Aaron squealed.

I couldn't help but laugh at him. Before A.J. could read aloud, I snatched the book away from him.

"Hey!" He laughed.

"Oh shush." I slapped his hand away as he reached over the table to grab it back.

"Let's see." I looked the booker over.

Immediately, I saw A.J. and Nick were just trying to scare Aaron. The book was actually just an old story book about the Gold Rush days of California. It had nothing to do with the hotel. It was a pretty good trick, if I did say so myself. I had believed it was genuine as well. Nick and A.J. were both looking over at me, giving me a look that said 'play along'. I decided it wouldn't hurt to scare Aaron a bit before I let him know it was all a hoax. So I flipped a few pages like I was looking for our room, and began to read.

"Two-forty-one. The room is referred to as the Slasher Suite." A.J. and Nick both looked at me happily.

"Oh god." Aaron groaned, trying to cover his ears with both hands.

"It says here," I glanced at Brian, then Aaron,"that a family of four were staying in our suite back in 1980. It was a mother, father and two kids around five years old. During the middle of the night, a guest in another room by the name of Charles Smith had been drinking. It says he, for some reason, went quite insane. For some reason, which no one can figure, he picked the lock to our room and slaughtered the family. And not just by shooting or stabbing. He systematically tied them all to their respective beds, then tortured and killed the parents while the kids watched."

"Really?" Brian looked over my shoulder, but I pushed him away.

"He gutted the parents, then he turned on the kids. He cut out their eyes, cut off their fingers and toes--all while they were still alive. Then, as they cried for their dead mother and father, he slit their guts open. They cried until they finally gave in to death."

"Matt!" Aaron cried out.

"The man was never caught. They believe he moved up to Oregon and eventually died. While the hotel was closed between 1990 and 1995, Satan worshippers performed demonic rituals in that room. They hoped to bring the family's souls back and offer them to Satan as a sacrifice. When the hotel opened back up, the new manager found pentagrams written all over the walls, and a huge one in the middle of the floor. All were drawn in blood."

"Jesus." Brian brought a hand to his throat.

Nick and A.J. couldn't have looked happier with me.

"In 1996, a woman stayed the night in our room. It was the only one left, so she had to take it. They found her the next day, drowned in the tub. Whether she drowned by falling asleep while bathing, a ghost did it, or someone else broke in, they're not sure. Since then, the bathroom has been haunted by her ghost. Also, the family that was killed still comes back and sleeps in the beds everynight. One guest was settling into bed and felt someone crawl into bed beside him. He could see that the bed was dented in as if weighed down by a human body." I finished.

"Wow." Nick was in awe.

"Does it really say that?" Kevin looked at me with wide eyes.

"I feel sick." Aaron croaked, looking completely pale.

"No. It doesn't say that." I held the book open for everyone to see. "This is a book on the history of California Gold Rush days."

It took a minute for what I had just said to sink in with everyone. Then, they all slowly turned their attention from me to A.J. and Nick.

"Asshole!" Aaron punched Nick in the arm.

"Ow!" He laughed. "Come on, you guys wanna be scared or not?"

"You're such a putz." Brian laughed and chunked a sugar packet at him.

"But wait..." Aaron turned back to me.

"What?" I asked, smiling as I took a sip of coke.

"Why'd you throw in that part about the bathroom?" He looked suspicious.

"Yeah?" Brian asked. "That was mean to make fun of Aaron."

"I wasn't making fun." I shook my head.

All eyes were on me.

"You think it's haunted, too, huh?" Aaron squinted at me.

"Oh good, lord, Aaron." Nothing is in that bathroom. Nothing is going to get you. Don't worry." I reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

"What happened in the bathroom?" Howie asked.

"It's haunted! Something watches you in there and blows on your neck!" Aaron announced loudly.

Guests at other tables looked over for a second.

"Aaron, shhhhh!" Brian insisted.

"I went into the bathroom to pee, and it got cold in there. Then someone blew on the back of my neck. And I could just FEEL someone watching me." Aaron explained, but in a lower voice. "Then Matt went in there to use it and see what was up."

"What happened to you?" Kevin piped in excitedly.

"Nothing." I replied.

Okay, so I'm a bad liar sometimes.

"Mmm-hm." Kevin rolled his eyes.

"What happened, baby? Tell me, tell me, tell me." Brian bounced in his seat happily.

"Nothing, damnit." I laughed nervously.

"I want to know, too. Sorta." Aaron stated shyly.

"Tell us already." Nick reached over to slap my arm.

"Fine!" I silenced them all. "After I got done peeing, I felt someone blowing on the back of my neck. Then when I was washing my hands, I felt someone watching me from behind. But it was all just a suggestion from Aaron--so my mind made me feel all that stuff."

"Well, how can you explain the blowing on our necks?" Aaron asked.

"Air vent?" A.J. looked serious, not the least bit teasing.

"No, there's none in there. That's the first thing I looked for." I shrugged.

"Creepy." Brian shivered. "I'm glad I'm sleeping with you tonight."

"Okay, Aaron. It's your turn to change." Brian came out of out the bathroom.

Okay, he picked a good costume. I wanted to jump him right there. If it hadn't been for Aaron, I would have. He was dressed in old Arabian clothes. Kinda like Aladdin, but he wasn't intending to be Aladdin. He had on the big baggy, whistful pants in a blueish-purple color. He had a matching vest on as well, with no shirt underneath. He had two gold bands around his wrists, and slippers on his feet. I could definitely come up with a few fantasies we could incorporate that costume into.

"Alright." Aaron went into the bathroom, but peeked his head out quickly. "If I scream, you two better come running."

"Just get ready." Brian pushed him into the bathroom with a laugh and closed the door.

"You're looking mighty fine there, baby." I looked him up and down as I laced up my boot.

"You're not too bad yourself, private." Brian winked and walked over to stand right in front of me as I devoured him with my eyes.

"Wanna see how they came up with the name private?" I teased.

"Sure. Then maybe you can rub my lamp and see if anything pops out." Brian straddled my lap.

"You are a sexy beast!" I stated in an 'Austin Powers' voice.

"Yeah, baby." Brian replied playfully and kissed me.

"Yeah, baby." I repeated in a low voice and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me roughly.

"Damn!" Brian jumped in shock.

"What?" I laughed.

"Did anyone ever tell you you're a strong little fucker?" He laughed.

"I think someone mentioned it before." I joined in his laughter, but kept a grip on his ass.

"Give me kisses and I'll grant you three wishes." Brian stated.

"Seems a fair trade." I grinned, then leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.

Brian wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me back. First on the lips, then the nose, back to the lips, then my neck.

"Don't get nothin' started you can't finish." I hissed as Brian began to suck on my neck.

"Who says I won't finish it?" He pulled back to look at me.

"We can't. Aaron." I sighed, reached up to run my fingers thru Brian's hair.

"Damnit." Brian laughed lowly, rolling his head to pushing it into my hand.

"I know." I smiled.

Finally, Aaron exited the bathroom. He had on his Draco Malfoy get up, and was holding a bottle of some type of hair product.

"Matt, will you help me slick my hair back?" He didn't pay attention to the fact that Brian was on top of me.

"Sure, buddy." I replied as Brian climbed off me.

I scootched back on the bed and Aaron hopped up, sitting between my legs, his back to me. He handed me the bottle of gel, and I squeezed some out into my hands. I ran my hands over Aaron's head as he picked up the remote and turned the T.V. on again.

"Baby, where'd you put my deodorant?" Brian looked up from his bag he had brought.

"I didn't pack for you." I teased.

Aaron just laughed as I raked his hair back from his forehead.

"You know you're supposed to take care of all of us." Brian whined playfully.

"That doesn't include keeping tabs on your deodorant."

"Baby!" Brian whined.

"For Christ's sake! What?" I laughed.

"I brought this Arm & Hammer kind." He huffed.

"So? Won't that keep your pits from smellin'?" Aaron laughed at me again.

"But it'll get all white and clumpy, and people are gonna be able to see my pits."

"Use mine. It's a clear gel. It's on the bathroom cou...."

SLAM!

My head snapped up to see the bathroom door slam shut. However, no one was in the bathroom. Aaron and I sat there in awe as Brian stood still, looking at the bathroom door. We all waited, being quiet as if we would hear something.

"Oh hell nah, I ain't playin' that shit." Aaron finally broke the silence.

"You're white, Aaron." I stated calmly. "The door just closed, it's no big deal."

I went back to smoothing his hair back, but I was about to freak out.

"But who closed it?" Brian turned to look at me.

"Probably the dead woman in the tub." I shrugged, concentrating on Aaron's hair so I wouldn't think too much about it.

"Matt!" Aaron cringed.

"Well, I don't know." I replied, finally finishing up his hair and snapping the cap shut on the gel bottle. "There, you're Draco Malfoy."

"Thanks." Aaron hissed, and hopped off the bed, going to stand by Brian.

The three of us went back to staring at the closed bathroom door. The air was so thick with tension, I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding in my chest as I sat there, staying as still as a statue. Just when I thought we'd start to relax, the door opened. It slowly slid back, making a long "creak" noise as it opened.

"Hail Mary full of Grace...." I stated, making Brian and Aaron look at me. "That's about all the praying I know."

I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Matt....um." Brian spoke up.

"What?" I asked, but didn't take my eyes off the bathroom.

"Um, aren't you, um, scared?"

"Shit yeah, I am." I took a few more steps back to the bathroom. "However, as long as Miss Bathtub will let me go in and get the deodorant and not fuck with me, I won't fuck with her."

I said it loudly, as if I were expecting the "ghost" to be listening.

"Good luck." Aaron stated.

"Gee, thanks." I gave a small nervous laugh. "I'm coming in, Miss Bathtub, don't fuck with me now."

The bathroom light was off. Finally, I could see how the bathroom could look scary, as well. By looking in the bathroom, I could see my deodorant sitting on the vanity. Without caring how I looked, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the deodorant, and dashed back out. I almost shit myself when the door slammed shut behind me, without me doing it.

"Oh Jesus, let's just get out of here." Aaron wrapped his arms around Brian's middle squeezed.

"Yeah, just give me the deodorant, and let's go."

"Here." I held it out to him.

I knew my face had to be whiter than, well, a ghost's. Brian put the deodorant on, chunked in on the bed, and we were out the door. Hopefully the dinner party wouldn't be nearly as creepy.

(Part Six)

The whole dining room erupted into a chorus of screams. Women and men all around gasped and screamed. I heard something heavy hit the floor. Someone probably fainted. The rain hitting the windows and the lightning flashing outside added to the dramatic effect. Aaron squealed to the right of me. Brian screamed to my left. Kevin, Howie, Nick and A.J. all screamed from in front of me. Hell, even I gave a sharp gasp. Aaron and Brian grabbed me, I grabbed each of them with one arm, and then the rest of the guys huddled around us. Maybe this was all just a bit dramatic. However, a storm had blown in with loud thunder and pouring rain with lightning. Then the lights had gone out.

Champagne glasses hit the floor with a "smash" sound. Everytime there was a bolt of lightning, I could catch a few other guests faces--looking utterly petrified. I just cluthed onto Brian and Aaron tightly, wondering what the fuck was going on. I knew in the back of my mind that the storm had knocked down a power line or something, but it still freaked me out. Apparently, the guys were freaked out.

"Matt, what's going on?" Aaron squealed in my air.

"The storm knocked the power out." I replied, pulling him tighter into me.

"This place sucks. Thanks alot Nick!" Aaron stated loudly.

"Everyone thank Nick." I stated.

All of us hatefully stated "Thanks Nick!" in unison. It would have been comical if we hadn't been scared.

"Like I knew it was really haunted--and that a storm would knock the lights out." Nick defended himself.

"Stop pinching me!" Howie hollered at someone.

"Sorry." A.J. replied.

"Someone has an elbow in my ribs." Kevin grunted.

"That was me." Brian stated, situating himself again.

"Who's grabbing my ass?" I asked as I felt someone cup my ass.

"Just me, baby." Brian stated.

"Both cheeks?"

"No, just the left one."

"Then someone else is grabbing my ass." I announced loudly enough for everyone within ten feet to hear.

"Sorry." A.J. mumbled and let go.

"You knew that wasn't Nick." I hissed.

"No shit." Nick mumbled.

"I don't have a tank ass." I laughed.

"Hey!" Nick couldn't help but laugh as well.

We all stood there, hugging each other into a "huddle" as the storm blew outside. The noises alone from outside would make anyone freak out. With the lights being out, it was almost unbearable. All the other guests chattering around us let me know they were all scared as well. Just when I thought I was going to run screaming from the room like a bitch, there was a soft light coming in from the lobby. A man was pushing in a cart with dozens of lit candles atop it.

"Ladies and Gentlmen, may I get your attention please?!?" He announced loudly enough for everyone to hear him.

It took a few more shouts, but finally the room grew silent. The only noise then was the howling of the wind and rain outside.

"If you haven't guessed, the storm knocked the power out." He announced.

"No shit, Shirley." I mumbled, making everyone snigger.

"We have candles until the lights come back on. Everyone is welcome to take one. I suggest everyone stay together in here until the storm has passed, but you are welcome to get your candles and go to your rooms."

"Fuck this, I'm getting a candle and going upstairs." I tried to pull away from the guys with no luck.

"You'd rather be with Miss Bathtub than in a room with a whole bunch of live people?" Aaron gasped, clutching onto me.

"This has turned into a total stain. I'm going to get my candle, go upstairs, take my clothes off, and go to bed. When I wake up in the morning, my scared ass is out that front door." I replied quickly.

"I'm with you." Brian announced.

All the guys announced their agreement.

"I don't want to go back to my room alone." Howie shivered. "This is freaking my shit out. First the ghosts, then the lights are out. Oh hell no."

"I'm not sleeping alone, either." Kevin growled.

"Fine. Anyone that believes there's safety in numbers, you're welcome to sleep upstairs with us." I replied, then broke away from the guys to claim a couple candles from the cart.

They all dashed after me quickly. I grabbed two candles, keeping one for myself and handing another to Brian. Then I grabbed a third and handed it to Aaron. The other guys grabbed a candle each. We made our way to the lobby, and stopped. The candle light made the cavernous lobby look menacing. Shadows were cast over the walls and ceiling, making it look like black ghosts were peering down on us.

"I'm not going up those stairs first." A.J. groaned pitifully.

"Matt'll do it." Kevin put a hand in the middle of my back and shoved me towards the stairs.

"Yeah, let's just send the lamb after the lion." I snarled, but kept walking towards the stairs.

"Hold on, wait for me." Brian ran up behind me and grabbed a handful of the back of my wifebeater.

Slowly, we climbed the stairs, a human train. The creaking of the stairs was now terrifying with only candle light as our weapon from spookies. I didn't know why I had let Kevin push me to the front of the line. When my head poked thru to the top floor, I expected some axe murderer to chop it off. I involuntarily ducked a bit to avoid a blow from some unseen serial killer. As soon as I was on the second floor, the rest of the guys ran up the remaining stairs, chasing after me.

"Which was is your room?" Nick whispered.

"Ghosties can hear you even if you whisper." I teased him.

"Shut up!" Aaron yarbled.

"Come on, Matt." Brian pushed me slightly.

"Why am I the one that has to go first?" I began to mock them. "Let's send Matt first! Yeah, the ghosts will get him first!"

"What are you afraid of?" A.J. teased me.

"The same thing that has you standing back there!" I growled at him.

"Come on, let's just get down to our room, close the door, lock it, and all crawl into bed together." Brian grabbed my hand, walking down the hallway with me.

All of us crept down the hallway, going slower than need be. I was glad Brian was by my side so I wasn't alone in front. Also, I could throw him at the axe murderer if he appeared. We were about halfway to our room, making me feel more safe when I heard a soft "crying sound". I stopped, clutching Brian's hand.

"Listen!" I stopped him with a loud whisper.

"What is that?" Kevin asked from behind us.

The noise got progressively louder. After a few seconds, I recognized it as someone playing the violin.

"Who's doing that?" Howie gasped, as if his breath caught in his throat.

"Probably Miss Bathtub." Aaron groaned.

"Holy....shit." Nick ran up and grabbed my arm that was holding the candle.

"Are we off to see the Wizard or what? Get the fuck off me." I shook him off my arm.

"Someone look to see where the noise is coming from." A.J. suggested.

"Yeah, while we're at it, we're gonna ask the Wiz to give you a brain." I snapped.

"Ghosts and Goblins and Ghouls." Howie stated.

"Oh my." Brian finished the thought.

"Don't forget the axe murderers." I stated blandly.

"Yeah, thanks, Matt." Kevin pushed against my back, wrapped his arms around my chest.

"Why are ya'll hanging on me? I'm frightenend, too. Besides, I can't run if ya'll are holding me down."

"Because..." Nick started to talk.

A loud clap of thunder sounded from outside, making the hallway seem to shake. We all screamed in unison and tore off towards the room. We didn't care where the violin sound was coming from, we just wanted to close and lock the bedroom door behind us. We all ran into the door, almost busting it down.

"Where's the key?" Aaron asked.

"I've got it." Brian pushed his way to the front and started trying to jam it in the lock.

"Unlock it, unlock it, unlock it." Nick chanted behind us.

"Shut up!" I laughed, scared witless.

Brian flung the door open and we all fell into the room. Kevin quickly brought up the rear and slammed the door behind us. I watched as he deadbolted and chained the door, then flipped the lock on the knob. I immediately stripped my wifebeater and cargo pants off. I kicked my boots off and ran for my bed. I stripped the covers back and jumped in, pulling them up to my chin.

"I'm in with Matt." Aaron pulled costume off and jumped into bed beside me, huddling up on my left.

"Same here." Brian stripped to his boxers and dove in on my other side.

"Shit, I am, too." Kevin announced, and the next thing I knew he was next to Brian.

By the time it was all said and done, all seven of us were piled into a king sized bed.

"This bed is so gonna break." I announced, looking up at the canopy.

"Fuck the bed, I ain't gettin' out." Howie whispered.

"I gotta pee." Aaron whimpered.

"Tie it off, unless you want to go to the bathroom alone." Brian replied.

"Someone's gotta blow out the candles. And I have to pee, too." I sighed, slowly getting over my fear now that we were in bed as a group.

"Go with me." Aaron pleaded.

"Yeah, okay." I relented. "Who else needs to go?"

It didn't take long for everyone to agree they had to go to the bathroom. As a group, we all slowly got out of bed, and made our way to the bathroom. Again, they made me go into the bathroom first. However, that meant I got to go pee first. As I was pulling myself out of my boxers, all six guys were standing in the bathroom, waiting their turn. There was power in numbers, but it's hard to take a leak when you have an audience. Somehow, I managed to get the stream going and get my business done.

"My turn!" Aaron jumped in behind me, right after I had my dick back in my boxers.

"I'm after him." Kevin announced.

"Who's blowing on me?" Nick asked.

"It's the ghost." Aaron groaned as he began to urinate.

"It's cold in here." A.J. shivered.

"Everyone just piss, and let's get back in bed." I shivered, noticing how cold it was.

One by one, everyone took their turn at the toilet, then Brian went last and flushed. After that, we took our turn washing our hands at the sink. No one wanted to be the last one out of the bathroom, so we basically had to wrestle our way out. I managed to be the third one out, right behind Kevin and Aaron. Kevin was stronger than most of us, and Aaron was smaller and wirey, so they had the advantage.

"Who's gonna blow out the candles?" Brian asked as we all walked back to the bed together.

Everyone made it known that they weren't going to be the last one in bed.

"Oh fine, let Matt do that, too. When Miss Bathtub drags me into the bathroom and drowns me, I hope ya'll will be satisfied." I huffed.

"You sound like a hick when you're scared." Kevin stated, making everyone snicker.

"Look who's talking!" I snapped. "Ya'll just better save me the place in the middle."

All the guys crowded back into the bed while I went over to the dresser we had set the candles on. All the guys were chattering amongst themselves as I took a deep breath and blew all seven candles out quickly. As soon as the room was plunged into darkness, the bathroom door slammed shut.

"Fuck that!" I squealed and ran to the bed, literally diving into the middle of all the guys.

"Ouch! Jesus!" Brian grunted as I head butted him.

"Sorry." I clenched my teeth as I grabbed my forehead from the pain.

"Was that the bathroom door?" A.J. asked.

"Yeah." Aaron groaned.

"Why'd you close it?"

"I didn't close it. Miss Bathtub did." I announced.

Aaron shivered and curled up against me, wrapping his arms around me. I pulled the covers up tightly around us. All the guys pushed farther towards the middle, making Aaron and I grunt from the pressure. Brian curled up against me on the other side of my body, shivering as well.

"I want to be in the middle." Howie announced from the side of the bed.

"Screw you!" Brian, Aaron and I announced at the same time.

We had to laugh, the whole thing was absurd--no matter how scary it was.

"Let's all just get some sleep. If we go to sleep, when we wake up, we can leave and never speak of this place again." I stated loudly so everyone would quiet down.

All the guys announced their agreement, but none of them seemed very happy at all. I looked over the pile of guys and saw that the bedside alarm clock said it was two minutes after midnight.

"The Witching Hour." I stated lowly.

"Huh?!?" Aaron squealed.

"It's between midnight and one in the morning." I explained.

"What's the Witching Hour?" Kevin shuddered at the thought.

"It's the time of night when all ghosts and evil spirits are allowed to roam free." I regretted saying it before I had even finished my sentence.

"Oh great, thanks alot for bringing our attention to that." Brian growled in my ear.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to." I sighed, and settled down between him and Aaron.

In six hours, it would be light outside, and we could leave the room and go home. I knew all the guys felt the same way I did that we just wanted to get the fuck out of there in the morning and be able to say we had slept in a haunted hotel. I didn't know if I wanted bragging rights THIS much though. As my eyes began to slowly shut tiredly, all I could think of was in just six hours we could leave.....

TO BE CONTINUED....

Well guys and gals, I had to stop here. This section is pushing 150K! LOL Hopefully that last part was Hallow-weeny enough for you? Maybe the next section will continue where this one left off in The Haunted Hotel. Maybe not, who knows. It was hard to get all the Halloween crap in since I had to write so much other shit this time. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it kiddos--remember to write!