Hidely Ho, neighborinos! Yeah, I actually wrote another chapter, you haven't gone crazy. And no, Hell hasn't froze over, either. I'm just in a writin' mood lately, what can I say? Well, I have to thank all you readers beaucoup amounts this time. I think I spent more time responding to fanmail than actually writing this section. LOL It was definitely awesome to read all the great letters. But ofcourse, I have the best fans of all, so there ya' go. Anyhoo, I re-read the last post of my story the other night, and I sat there thinking "What the fuh..."! I didn't realize that I had misspelled and just fucked up so many parts of the story. However, I was in such a rush to get it posted, I eschewed editing. BIG MISTAKE! Anyhoo, I hope it didn't confuse too many people too much. Big "I'm sorry" from me, though. I will pay more attention to quality in the future. Me: Bad Boy. Anyway, let's get to the good stuff. I don't know any of the BSB or any other celebrity that may or may not be mentioned in this story. However, as you all know, I'm a big whore that would fuck all the BSB. Well, except Howie. Even whores have their standards. That would explain why Matt hasn't done him yet, huh? LOL Anyway, if you have any questions, answers, comments, want to say you hated or loved the story, feel free to write me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! Any fan that makes an effort to write me will get an e-mail back from me. Here we go again.....
"We go to a party and everyone turns to see this beautiful lady that's walking around with me. And then she asks me 'Do you feel alright?' And I say 'Yes, I feel wonderful tonight'. I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes. And the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize how much I love you."~Eric Clapton, 'Wonderful Tonight'. (To a certain someone who dedicated a song to me recently--here's my dedication to you...)
Bad Boy B-Rok The Halloween Episode By-Lep (Part Seven)
I was sleeping so peacefully, I hated to wake up. However, something was poking me in my side repeatedly. Without opening my eyes I slapped whatever it was away and rolled over towards Brian. Then it started shaking me. I was beginning to get pissed, but also a little bit frightened. I mean, if you are sleeping in a haunted hotel room, if something starts shaking you in your sleep--well it might be a ghostie.
"Matt wake up!" I heard Aaron whisper urgently in my ear.
Immediately, my eyes shot open. Something had to be wrong if Aaron was awake.
"What, buddy?" I asked groggily, noticing it was still pitch black in the room.
I guess without any windows, the room almost took on a "blinding" quality. You could barely see two feet in front of your face. The only light provided came from the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. You probably couldn't see that much of anything if the clock hadn't been there. I was liking the hotel even less than before.
"I gotta pee again." He whined lowly.
"Well, I don't." I teased him.
"Pleeeease?"
"Oh fine." I replied, trying to wiggle out of Brian's arms.
"Mmmm, where are you going?" He tried to keep his grip on me.
"Aaron and I are going to pee." I replied.
"Want me to come with you?" He asked in a lazy voice.
"If you want." I kissed him on the lips, then crawled out of the middle of the bed with Aaron.
Brian followed us lazily, as if his muscles weren't working right. He was on his knees at the end of the bed when I noticed that his dick was hanging out of the fly of his boxers. Aaron must have noticed it, too, 'cause he snickered.
"Hold on, baby." I stopped him.
"What?" He yawned.
"You're giving us a free show." I laughed, then quickly tucked him back into his boxers.
"Thanks, baby." He yawned again, signaling he was too out of it to be embarassed.
Brian got off the bed and, with Aaron and I, went to the bathroom. Safety in numbers, yet again. I glanced at the alarm clock by the bed. It said it was a quarter past three. We had been asleep for about three hours. Just three more--maybe four--and it would be light outside. Then we could leave the Hotel of Hell.
"Well, electricity's still out." Brian sighed, hitting the light switch and getting no results.
"Fuck." Aaron and I followed him into the bathroom while I swore.
Aaron immediately ran over to the toilet and got to the business at hand. I didn't feel the urge to go, so I hopped up on the vanity.
"Baby, get my cigarettes for me." I cooed.
Brian complied tiredly, left, then returned with my cigarettes and lighter. I lit one up as Brian stood in front of me, positioned between my legs as they hung over the side of the counter. He leaned forward and kissed me after I blew out the first drag of smoke.
"You two are gross." Aaron yawned as he finished peeing.
"Oh shut up." Brian chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my chest sleepily.
"Between Nick, A.J. and you guys, I'm gonna end up a looney toon. Either that or gay." Aaron teased.
"There're worse things." Brian replied.
"Like what?" Aaron snapped playfully.
"Watching Dr. Laura..." I stated.
"Being in any of Freddie Prinze, Jr's movies...." Brian followed up.
"Getting pubic lice the size of lobsters." I finished.
"Har Har." Aaron tried not to laugh.
"But, for your info, you are already a loony toony." Brian teased.
"Am not." Aaron's response was punctuated by the bathroom door slamming shut.
"Fuck!" Brian jumped.
"Oh jesus!" Aaron howled and ran to the door.
We could hear him jiggling the doorknob, trying to yank it open.
"It's um, locked, or um, something." Aaron sounded frantic.
"Let me try." Brian sounded a bit worried as well.
I heard more jiggling after Brian left me to try the door. Somehow, I just didn't get panicked or scared. Something was churning in my brain, telling me that I was overlooking something. Something wasn't adding up in this whole Haunted Hotel equation.
"It's stuck, baby." Brian gasped.
Immediately, Brian and Aaron began banging on the door.
"Kevin!" Brian screeched loudly.
"Nick!! A.J.!!" Aaron joined in.
"Shhhhh." I silenced them.
"What?" They asked together.
"Chill out. Stop banging on the door." I hushed them.
"Why?" Aaron sounded on the verge of tears.
"Because..." I started.
Kevin and Nick screamed from the other side of the door--signaling they had heard Brian and Aaron wailing for help. Between the four of them, they got the door jimmied open. Aaron and Brian spilled out of the door, hollering about ghosts locking us in. I leisurely put my cigarette out in the sink, hopped off the counter, and exited the bathroom. I had finally realized why I was no longer scared.
"We gotta leave now!" Aaron muttered as I strolled past them.
"No shit, let's get out of here, Matt." Kevin stated hurriedly.
"I'm going back to bed--in the other bed, so I won't be crowded." I replied.
"Okay, were you not just in the bathroom with us?" Brian asked as Howie and A.J. got out of bed to join us.
"Someone look around this room and tell me what's odd about it." I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.
All the guys began looking around frantically, mumbling how I was a "crazy bastard". Kevin commented that it was odd that seven men had been sleeping in one bed. None of them seemed to notice what I had seen twice and just realized it gave the whole "ghost" away.
"Shut up, already." I silenced them all. "Did anyone notice that the electric alarm clock is still working?"
"Yeah, so?" Howie muttered.
"The electricity is supposed to be out. How's it working?"
All the guys got silent. You could almost hear the wheels working in their head.
"Come with me." I grabbed a candlestick and went back into the bathroom.
Tentatively, they all crowded into the bathroom. I used my lighter to get the candle lit.
"Okay, something blows on your neck in here, right?"
"Yes!" Aaron shivered. "Right over there--when you're peeing!"
I closed the lid on the toilet and climbed into a standing position on it. I looked around the ceiling, looking for vents of all sorts. I couldn't find a damn thing to explain it 'til a breeze hit me in the face. My attention moved to the cherubic faces carved into the crown molding. I placed the candle in front of it's mouth. As the guys watched, the candle flickered.
"It's being piped in thru there." I waved, quite relieved I had been able to find the source of the "breathing ghost".
"Oh." Aaron gave an almost brave smile.
"I bet that door is mechanized." Kevin stated quickly.
"If you want to rip it apart to prove it, be my guest. But I'd bet money on it." I hopped off the toilet and gave the candle to Brian. "Great haunted hotel, Nick."
I hit Nick on the chest with an open hand as I exited the bathroom.
"Now, I'm crawling into the other bed and going back to sleep." I sighed.
"I'm with him. The rest of you can have the other bed." Brian laughed, practically shoving me towards the other bed.
All the other guys grumbled about Nick being an asshole as I pulled the covers back on the unused bed. I kicked off my socks and crawled into the warm bed. Brian followed after me, crawling up next to me, pulling me into him. I snuggled into Brian, tangling my body up with his. As I bured my face against his neck in my snuggling, I realized how much I had missed the way he smelled.
"My baby is so smart." Brian cooed in my ear.
"Oh, shut up." Nick growled from the other bed.
All of us busted out laughing.
"All of you can eat me." Nick growled again.
"Ew." Kevin murmured, making all of us laugh again.
I kissed and sucked on Brian's neck gently as they all laughed. Brian continued to chuckle as the guys teased Nick, but ran his hands thru my hair as I nibbled on his neck.
"Don't do anything to make me excited." Brian whispered low enough that only I could hear it.
"I won't make any promises I can't keep." I whispered back, rubbing my hand over his stomach.
"Then I'm going to get excited, and it'll be bad." Brian replied playfully.
"How could that be bad?" I teased.
Brian grabbed my hand that was on his stomach and moved it to his crotch. He was already half hard.
"Because you'll have to do something about that."
"Okay, okay. We'll stop." I sighed playfully, but left my hand on him, cupping him with the palm of my hand.
"You're such a tease." He whispered, kissing me gently on the lips.
"Can you be quiet?" I asked, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his boxers.
Brian gasped. "I'll try."
I covered Brian's mouth with mine and kissed him. Brian returned my kiss, rolling his tongue into my mouth. I slid the tips of my fingers along the length of Brian's semi-hard cock, teasing him. He gave a shiver as I wrapped a hand around him. His cock expanded fully in my fist until all eight inches of him was hard and ready.
"Just hold it for a second." Brian whispered as he grabbed me and held me against him roughly as he shivered.
I held Brian tightly in my hand as he shivered and held me.
"Baby, I don't want you to jack me off." Brian whispered. "I want to wait until we're all alone and can do whatever we want. I don't want to be quiet."
"I know what you mean." I sighed, taking my hand away from him.
"Will you kiss him goodnight, though?" I could almost see the mischievious grin on Brian's face in the dark.
I smiled to myself, then looked towards the guys' other bed. It was too dark to tell if they were asleep or not, which I knew would be the result before I even looked. Brian licked my lips as I kissed him, then dove under the covers. I scootched down in the bed 'til his cock hit my chin. It was still standing straight up, but not completely hard. Brian ran his fingers thru my hair as my lips connected with the tip of his cock. For good measure, I ran my tongue around the head.
"You just made him very happy." Brian sighed as I popped back up out of the covers.
I laughed lowly, then turned on my side. Brian rolled onto his side as well and wrapped his arms around me. We fell asleep as we spooned and Brian's deflating cock pressing into my ass.
(Part 8)
"Well, it's good to see MTV finally caught on to how sexy I am." I teased as Brian and I cuddled on the sofa in the den.
"It's about time, baby." He replied as he nibbled at my ear.
"I can't believe Randi leaked the story, though." I gave a slight moan as Brian sucked my earlobe.
"That's what I thought you wanted her to do."
"Yes. I still can't believe that she fell for it." I rubbed my hands together like I was an evil scientist. "E-e-e-xcellent."
MTV News, announced by Gideon Yago, was on the TV talking about my upcoming photo spread and cover for Rolling Stone. Gideon was talking about the "too hot for T.V." photos. Also, to my pleasant suprise, Gideon announced that the pictures involving "BSB'er Brian Littrell" would not be published due to their "graphic nature". Scandal. It was tacky, but it thrilled me.
"Garrett will be calling any moment now." Kevin announced from his place in one of the chairs.
As if by magic, the phone rang.
"That would be him." I stated blandly before kissing Brian gently on the lips. "Let him leave a message."
Kevin, Howie and Brian ignored the phone as well as Gideon Yago finished his announcement. The four of us were alone in the den because Booker was already in bed, and A.J., Nick and Aaron were getting ready to fly out the next morning. Luckily, all of us would be in bed when the airport shuttle came to get them. There wouldn't have to be any weepy "goodbyes". Kevin and Howie were scheduled to fly out later in the afternoon.
Earlier that day, we had checked out of the hotel. However, we all slept in late and had brunch at the hotel. After the "ghosts" were unveiled as hoaxes to entertain the guests, we had no problem sleeping. Aaron had even gone to the restroom by himself. I was very proud of him. Nick, however, was not happy with any of us. From the time we got up until the time we all went back to my house, we had teased him. Comments of "jackass" and "asshole" were heard every five minutes. Nick ignored us for the first half of the day, but finally replied, screaming "I didn't know it was a fake, goddamnit!" That did nothing to silence us.
"You smell good." Brian nuzzled my neck.
"Do I?" I asked playfully.
"Mmm-hmm." Brian licked my neck. "Taste good, too."
"You aren't too bad yourself." I replied, kissing his lips.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kevin shift uncomfortably in his seat. I didn't have too much time to worry about it, though. Aaron sauntered into the room with his PJ's on and plopped down next to me on the couch. He paid no attention to the fact that Brian and I were cuddling, he just fell over against me.
"Hey!" Brian laughed and shoved Aaron.
"Uh." Aaron grunted but held his ground.
"Don't bother the baby boy!" I reprimanded Brian playfully as I wrapped my arms around Aaron.
"Don't try to protect him." Brian teased.
"What's wrong?" I asked Aaron.
"Nuthin'." He grunted sleepily. "I'm tired."
"Shouldn't you be in bed then?" I laughed.
"Don't wanna." The fifteen year old was starting to sound like Booker.
"You all packed?" Brian asked as I cradled Aaron.
"Mm-hm." He replied.
"Looking forward to seeing your mom and dad?" I asked as Aaron wrapped his arms around my middle and laid against me.
"Yeah." He sighed.
"How could you tell?" Brian teased.
"Awwwww, is da' baby boy missing his momma?!?" Nick stated hatefully as he walked in the room, obviously having overheard the conversation.
"Shut up!" Aaron kicked at Nick as he sat down.
"Don't make me turn this car around, boys." I joked.
"Tell him to stop bothering me." Aaron whined and buried his face in my side.
"Nick, stop bothering him." I sighed. "And if you've got pubes, Aaron, you're too old to act like this. As your brother should know."
I brushed Aaron's hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah." Kevin added solemnly.
"Nuh-uh." Aaron kicked Nick lightly and clutched to me more tightly.
"People are gonna call you a 'momma's boy'." I sang lightly in his ear.
"I'm not huggin' on her. So they would probably call me 'gay uncle's boy'." Aaron quipped.
"You're turning into a regular little smartass, ain'tcha?" I ruffled his hair.
Aaron didn't answer, he just held onto me and began to let his eyes droop. A.J. finally came into the room with his pajamas on, too. He plopped down next to Nick as MTV played it's newsflash again. I wondered how many times they'd play it before it got old. Hopefully they'd play it until Rolling Stone came out in two days. Hype it 'til the bitter end--that's my motto.
"You need to go to bed, baby boy." I whispered in Aaron's ear.
Without so much as a word, he clutched me tighter. Naturally, I had to stand to get him going. Aaron made whimpering noises as I drug him to his feet. I slowly wriggled out of his arms, pissing him off slightly.
"Go to bed, mister." I kissed the top of his head.
Aaron grabbed me again. I thought I'd have to pry him off again, but he let go after giving me a tight hug.
"Thanks, Matt." He smiled sleepily and stumbled off to his room.
As soon as he was out of the room, I snuggled back up to Brian.
"You have a way with kids, baby." Brian kissed the top of my head.
"You do." Kevin agreed.
"Everyone loves me." I replied with faux egotism. "Show me someone who doesn't like me, and I'll show you a total asshole."
"Carson Daly hates you." Howie suggested.
"My point exactly." Everyone laughed at my response.
Brian and I snuggled a bit longer before my eyes started to droop. Laying against Brian's warm body, his arms wrapped around me, had me so comfy that I could've fallen asleep right there. However, my big bed with my comforter sounded much better. It took alot of doing, but I finally hoisted myself off the couch.
"I'm off to bed." I yawned.
"I'm coming with." Brian stood immediately.
"You don't have to." I offered.
"I want to, sexy." Brian replied firmly.
We both quickly gave Nick and A.J. hugs, since we wouldn't see them again before they left. After promising Kevin and Howie we'd take them to lunch before they left, we finally got to go to our bedroom.
"I'm so tired." I sighed as Brian closed our bedroom door.
"Me, too." He yanwed and sat on the edge of the bed.
Without bothering to turn on a light, I kicked my shoes off and peeled my socks off my feet. I yanked my belt off as Brian began to strip down. By the time I had my shorts and my sweater off, Brian hadn't even removed his pants yet. Quickly, I yanked the covers back and hopped into bed. I yanked the covers up and snuggled into bed. Brian looked down and me and laughed loudly.
"What?" I giggled.
"You look so adorable like that. Almost too cute for words."
"I know." I sighed playfully. "Now get in here with me."
Brian laughed again as I held the covers up for him. Slowly, as if teasing me, he took off his pants. He unzipped them slowly, then pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them. When all he had left on were his boxer briefs, he climbed into bed beside me. Just seeing the tight boxer briefs around Brian's groin made the lower parts of my body twitch.
"Love you, baby." Brian kissed me gently, then settled into his side of the bed, pulling me against him.
I let Brian drag me towards him until our half naked bodies were pressed against each other. I settled my head on his shoulder and draped an arm over his chest. Brian let a contented breath out and hugged me tightly once, then let his eyes close.
"You're so nice to sleep with." He sighed, a smile adorning his face.
"Am I?" I kissed him in the middle of his chest.
"Mm-hm. So warm and cozy."
"Don't forget how good I smell." I smiled as I stuck my tongue out to lap at his right nipple.
"And how good you taste." Brian followed up.
"You taste good, too." I mumbled as I worked his nipple.
"And that's not even the best tasting part of me." Brian giggled as he ran his fingers thru my hair.
"Don't I know." I laughed with him. "Maybe I could taste the best one again?"
"Maybe. But I thought we were gonna hold back 'til all the guys were gone, get Booker a babysitter, then go at it all day and night?" Brian repeated the plans we had agreed on.
"Yeah, I know." I took my mouth off his chest. "But see, I figured we could MAKE LOVE now. That way, when we get rid of the guys and Booker's gone for the whole day, we can fuck like bunnies."
"Hmmm." Brian thought for a second.
"Besides, when all that happens, I'm gonna wear my Army outfit for you. It's gonna be some hardcore fuckin', baby. Let's get the lovey dovey stuff out of the way now." I kept going.
"The Army gear, eh?"
"Yeah. Besides, I really want to suck your cock right now." I drove it home.
"Well, if I didn't get hard from the thought of you in the Army outfit, that comment did it." Brian laughed.
"Oh yeah?" I lifted the covers to see his tented boxer briefs.
"Definitely. Just the thought of making love to you again is making me hard." Brian kissed my forehead.
Without answering, I got on my knees and straddled Brian's waist. I lowered myself until I was sitting on his hard cock, only our underwear keeping him out of me. I laid on top of him, gently pressing my lips against his. Brian grabbed my ass gently, cupping it with his hands as we kissed. His hips rose slightly to press his cock into me a bit more, and I reciprocated by grinding my hips on him.
"Mmm, baby." Brian moaned as I pressed my ass into him. "That feels so good."
"I missed this sooo much." I grinned widely as Brian kissed my neck.
"Missed me inside you?" Brian asked as he gripped my ass a bit tighter.
"Oh yeah." I pushed my ass into him.
"I missed being inside you, too." Brian replied. "And I really missed your mouth on me."
"Well, maybe your cock and my mouth need to get reacquainted?" I stated lowly.
"Ya' think?" Brian ran his fingers thru my hair.
Brian just gasped and locked his fingers into my hair tighter when I slid down his body and rubbed my face on his crotch. I inhaled his scent as I rubbed my cheek on his hard bulge. Brian just ran his fingers thru my hair as he gave sharp breaths. I opened my mouth and began to kiss and lick at him thru his underwear.
When I pulled his underwear off him, his cock flopped up and hit his hard stomach with a wet "slap". His cock splattered his precum, and some of my saliva on his stomach. I smiled widely as I chunked his underwear across the room and looked at all eight inches of him. His cock was hard and glistening just for me. As I wrapped my hand around him, Brian gave my head a slight push.
"Take it in your mouth, baby. Please." He begged, smiling down at me.
"Your cock is so fucking beautiful--and huge." I moaned before wrapping my lips around the head.
Brian gasped sharply, tanlging his fingers in my hair again. He didn't push me down, but moved his hips slightly, signaling how anxious he was. I indulged him and hungrily devoured his cock. Brian groaned and finally clutched tightly to my head, pushing me all the way down on him and holding me there. My chin was pushing into his balls, and I couldn't breathe with all of his cock buried down my throat. However, I just relaxed and then swallowed, making my throat convulse around his wide cock. Brian shivered, then let his grip lighten so I could rise up on him.
"Goddamn, I missed sucking your cock." I winked as Brian's cock fell out of my mouth.
"You make me so hot." Brian grunted as I stroked him, his cock wet with my spit.
Slowly, I slid up Brian's body and pulled my boxers off. Brian held onto my hips as I straddled him again and gripped his cock.
"Baby, you're gonna need lube if..."
Brian ended his sentence with a loud moan as his cockhead popped pass the ring of my asshole. His fingers dug into my hips as I began to push down on him. Brian moaned and generally shook all over. I had to supress a scream. Without lube, Brian's cock was an extremely tight fit. I just bit my bottom lip and continued pushing down until I was sitting on his thighs.
"Oh Jesus, Matt." Brian was panting heavily.
"You're so fucking big." I grunted as I moved up until just his head was in me, then shoved back down on him again.
"You're so fucking tight." Brian joked, but thrusted his hips, slamming into me.
I smiled at his joke as I clenched my ass muscles on him and continued bouncing up and down on him. Riding Brian's huge cock turned me on so much that my cock was sticking straight out, pointing up at Brian's face. The head was oozing precum, dripping onto Brian's belly as I rode him. Brian grabbed my cock with a loud grunt and began stroking me roughly.
"I'm not gonna last much longer, baby." Brian gasped as he made me moan from his touch. "Cum for me."
Brian's stroking was so intense, I could already feel my balls tightening. Brian's hips were thrusting up into me as I pushed myself down on him. I groaned as his hands worked my cock and balls. Before I could even moan, my cock exploded, spraying Brian's stomach and chest with my cum. As my ass clenched around him, Brian moaned long and loud.
"I'm gonna shoot in you, baby." He groaned a split second before his cock began to unload into me.
I continued to ride Brian until his cock stopped spurting in my ass. Then I laid down on him and kissed him deeply.
"God, I love you, Matt." Brian sighed with a wide smile.
"I love you more, Brian." I grinned.
(Part Nine)
"Matt, this is Fabio. He's going to be working with you a bit. He needs to know your vocal range. This won't take too long." Harvey gave me a warm smile as I stood in front of him.
Fabio was queer. Not in a gay sense--he was just terribly odd. "Crazier than a shithouse rat" as my grandmother used to say. He was an overactive, scrawny, jittery, short man with bad hair and fashion sense. His accent was so unusual, I figured he came from an as of yet undiscovered country. I was slightly pissed that Harvey had called me early in the morning to tell me to come work with this dork at three in the afternoon.
Nick, A.J. and Aaron had already left early in the morning. After Harvey had called and woke us up, Brian and I got up to have breakfast with Booker. During breakfast, Garrett had called to rave about the MTV News topic. He loved a tacky scandal as much as I did, apparently. Since he was in such a good mood, I asked him to watch Booker for the evening. He agreed immediately. So, after lunch with Howie and Kevin, we saw them off on their flight and delivered Booker to Garrett. Now Brian and I had to watch this fruitcake prance around and tell me to "Sow me wot vou can do weeth that bootiful mouth of urs". Queer? Surely not.
When Fabio had said that, Brian almost choked on his laughter. Harvey and I got the joke, but apparently Fabio was not versed in the American dialect and slang enough to know that he basically propisitioned me in a circumspect way. Oh well, he didn't need to know what we were laughing about for it to be funny. That actually made it even funnier to us.
"What do you want me to sing?" I asked a legitimate question.
"Wha? Do vou neeeed me to 'old ur 'and? Jus' zing for meee." Maybe he was French?
"Harvey," I shook my head in disbelief,"what am I supposed to be singing?"
"Something raw and gritty like. How about some Janis Joplin?" He suggested.
"I'm good at imitations, but I don't know...." I was embarassed to try.
"Ees vou afaid toooo try?" Fabio chided me.
"Fabio," I paused, trying to think how to say it,"stick a dick in it. Shut up for two seconds, and I will zing for vou, k?"
Harvey and Brian roared with laughter.
"No neeeed to geet sneepy." He looked offended.
"Right." I sighed. "Sorry."
"Just try it, Matt. Sing for us in a voice that would sound like what Janis Joplin would sound like had she been a man."
I looked at Brian, Fabio and Harvey. All of them wanted to see what I could do with my voice. Taking my time, I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and rolled my neck to relax real quick. 'Mercedes Benz' by Jani was her only acapella song I could think of, so that's what I did. Harvey, Brian and Fabio listened as I belted it out, trying to sound right. When I was done, no one said anything. No one looked upset, though.
"That gave me goosebumps." Harvey was the first to speak. "Sing a ballad."
I rolled my eyes impatiently, very pleased with myself and belted out "Your Song" by Elton John. I couldn't remember the whole thing, but I sang all that I could remember. Same reaction.
"Sing a show tune." Harvey's eyes gleamed.
"Do you want me to jump thru any hoops? Maybe I can hop on one foot while reciting the alphabet?" I laughed.
"I'm sorry, but this is just awesome." Harvey was way too happy. "I mean, I was told you were an awesome singer, but I still thought you'd suck."
"Gee, thanks."
"Wee steel neeeed to work on daliveree." Fabio stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, well, we have awhile for that." Harvey waved him off.
"Very well." Fabio threw his hands up.
"Okay, we're going to record the music the first week of December on. I don't know how long it will take, but we'll shoot for two weeks. Just get with Garrett after Thanksgiving. He'll have all the details by then." Harvey beamed.
"Does that mean I can leave now?" I laughed.
"Yes." He waved at Brian. "The two of you can get back to whatever you were doing."
"Thanks an awful lot." I teased. "Com'n, Brian."
Brian jumped off the couch and followed me out of the room. Neither one of us said anything as we hurried out of the offices before anyone stopped us. We didn't want to sign autographs, make polite chit chat, or meet and greet office workers. It might have been hateful of us, but I was on a mission, and we were looking forward to our first night alone. We had plans to have Brian make dinner, then eat a nice, long romantic dinner together. Then we were gonna snuggle and watch a movie. Then the fuckfest would begin.
I couldn't have been happier to see the front doors to the place. Brian smiled over at me as we walked quickly towards the doors. I should have known we were making too good of progress. Anytime something seems to be going your way, inevitably something has got to take a hammer to your plans. In this case, it was the receptionist hollering for me to hold on.
"Mr. Thompson! Mr. Thompson! Hold on! I have a phone call for you." She yelled loud enough everyone in the office looked up.
"Um, yeah, okay." I sighed and headed back towards her desk after giving Brian a knowing look.
"Here ya' go." She handed me the reciever and hit a button.
"Hello?" I asked while Brian took a seat on a bench.
"Matt? Hello there." I heard Bob's voice on the other end.
"Hi, Bob. What's shakin'?"
"Listen, come by the studio whenever you get done at Miramax. I have something I want you to see. Also I have someone I want you to meet." He requested jovialy.
"Who?"
"You're leading lady for your first flick you're going to film for me." He oozed charm.
"Ooooh, who is it?" I asked quickly.
"It's a surprise. I think you'll be very happy, though. She's not a big name, but she's charming and beautiful, and a great actress."
"Hmmmm. That's intriguing." I was genuinely excited. "I have to hit the newstands for a few things, then I'll be over."
"Sounds great, we'll both be waiting on you."
"Alright, bye." I replied.
I handed the phone back to the receptionist, and then gave her the obligatory autograph and smile. As soon as I could, I grabbed Brian and headed out the front door. Once we were on the street, Brian began laughing. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what struck him as so funny.
"What are you laughing about mister?" I squinted.
"You better get used to all this. It seems you're going to be a huge star. Can you imagine what's going to happen when the soundtrack to this musical comes out? You're gonna get offers to record an actual album." Brian gushed as we made the way to his car. "And then you'll record an album and cross over to music. Then you'll tour. No more driving yourself around, no more doing what Matt wants to do, it's going to be business always."
"Was my singing really any good?" I ignored most his comments.
"Baby, it was awesome. But you do need to find your own voice." He replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked, hopping into the car as he held the passenger door open.
Brian closed the door and then ran around to get into the driver's seat. I fastened my seatbelt while I waited on him. As soon as Brian had his door closed, he started raving again.
"Learn to sing with your own voice. Don't let anyone convince you to sound like anyone else. You have an awesome voice. You just have to learn what your voice is." He sputtered while he fastened his seatbelt.
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"Well, imitating other singers is one thing. Singing from your own throat is another. Anyone can sound like someone else. But it's quite different to sound original." Brian started the car and pulled out of his parking spot.
"I don't want to record an album. A musical is one thing, but a whole album is different." I sighed, settling into my seat and putting my sunglasses on.
"True. But you could be such a rockstar." Brian replied whistfully.
"Listen to you." I laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing. You just give me a big head." I rubbed his thigh. "Take me to a magazine stand, James."
"Yes, sir." Brian smiled widely.
"Look at this one, Bob. Did this turn out great or what?" I slapped another newspaper on Bob's desk.
"Well, now they have you linked to Madonna. Even though she's married, ofcourse." Bob utterly beamed.
"I know!" I laughed loudly as Brian peered at the paper from his seat beside me. "I can't believe they wrote that. But I love it!"
"This one has you linked to Juliette Lewis, too." Bob pointed to another magazine. "You are still coming to the party with her, right?"
"Right." I replied without looking up. "XY and OUT are still speculating about the guys I'm screwing."
"They're gay pubs, though."
"True. However, no one seems to have it pinned on Bri." I laughed loudly.
"No one knows what to make of you. It's absolutely the best thing we could hope for. A celebrity with mystique is the best. It keeps everyone's interest." Bob agreed with a firm nod of his head.
"Rolling Stone will be out tomorrow. That oughta be fabulous." I sighed dreamily, finally taking my attention away from the mags and papers on Bob's desk.
"I'm dying to see how tacky you were." Bob laughed loudly, poudning his hand on his desk.
"Oh, it was pretty tacky. I was there." Brian joined in.
"Hey, you two! I'm not tacky." I acted like they offended me, then laughed. "I'm really tacky."
They both roared with laughter.
"Yes you are. But you are just a tad brilliant, too." Bob got serious all the sudden.
"Did you know that there are studios and writers talking to your agent right now, begging to get you to read scripts?" Bob winked.
"I expected it, but it's still amazing to me." I nodded.
"Well, you'll probably have movies lined up for the next two or three years when you go to bed tonight."
"We can hope." Brian agreed for me.
"So, let's talk about why you called me here." I stopped them both.
"Definitely." He sat back with a self-satisfied smile. "Who would you want to do a movie with that isn't a huge celebrity? Charming, beautiful, excellent actress, and just amazing?"
"Um, give me more hints." I giggled nervously.
"She's been in a couple action flicks."
I had more ideas, but nothing concrete.
"She was in a comedy-drama with Hugh Grant."
"Sandy Bullock?" I was confused.
"No, she's not that famous." Bob paused then added, "Yet."
"Um, okay."
"She's English."
"Kate Winslet?" I guessed.
"No."
"Kate Blanchett?"
"No."
"Charlize Theron?" Brian jerked in his seat.
"She's famous and South African." I patted Brian's knee with a laugh.
"Oh." He laughed at himself.
"I heard you had a slight crush on her before. I think Barb told me." Bob gave a sly grin.
I truly had to think about it. What English actress was cool enough that my queer butt would have said I had a "crush" on her. The hints kept running thru my head. She was in a couple action flicks. Hugh Grant played opposite her in a drama. Only one person came to mind. And yes, my little gay self had a "crush" on her. How could you not? She was too charming and just plain cute.
"Rachel Weiss?" I crossed my fingers.
"Exactamundo." Bob smiled widely.
"Woo Hoo!" I bounced in my seat. "I just loooooove her."
"She's gonna be your leading lady." Bob was so proud of himself.
"I'm so thrilled. She's so fucking awesome!" I was more than excited.
"Damn, baby." Brian faked jealously. "Do I need to be jealous of her or sumpin?"
"Oh shush." I squeezed his thigh.
"Well, she's here. She had to go down with her agent to sign a few things to finalize it, but she really wanted to meet you, too." Bob explained. "But she said she's absolutely thrilled to get to work with you, and can't wait to meet you."
"Baby, how do I look to meet my one straight crush? Well, my one straight crush besides Alanis Morissette, Courtney Love, Shirley Manson, Sheryl Crow and Lisa Lopez?"
Brian laughed loudly. "You're getting a little TOO straight for me right now, boy."
"Oh, you know what I mean. I don't want to fuck 'em, I just want to be their slaves. Every gay boy has those fantasies. Usually they're just about Barbra Streisand, Madonna, Celine Dion, Liza Minelli or Cher. Or a few others."
Bob roared loudly, slapping his desk repeatedly as he laughed.
"I know, baby. I'm just fuckin' with ya'." He winked.
"Good." I smiled, then turned to Bob. "Bring her on!"
"Well, I expected her to be back by now." He looked at his watch. "We can walk down there to see her if you want?"
I was out of my seat before he finished the sentence.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He laughed as he stood up from his desk.
"Let's go, man!" I headed for the door.
"Better hurry, Bob. We might have to keep the gay man from worshipping his idol." Brian joked.
"No kidding." Bob groaned.
Bob led the way downstairs to where Rachel would be signing papers. He was going a little too slow to make me happy, but I tried to settle down. I didn't need to meet Rachel Weiss acting like the Homo Patrol. It might actually scare her. And anyone that was with her. I was quite upset when we got to the office she was supposed to be in and found out she was in a different office--which was on the other side of the studio lots.
Instead of forcing me to walk at a slow pace, Bob was kind enough to get a golf cart. However, he insisted that I don't drive. Brian made some comment that he had "seen my driving, and it was a wise decision". If I hadn't been so euphoric, he would have had to die. It still took about five minutes to get to the offices where Rachel was, but as soon as we pulled up, I could see her thru the windows.
Rachel was talking to some woman across the desk, giving one of her trademark beautiful smiles. I was about to bust into the office, but Bob stopped me, stating "they're signing, hold on". So much to my dismay, I had to watch while Rachel bent over the desk and signed. Her agent stood at her side, smiling. As if she knew we were waiting, Rachel stood up and turned to the window with a look of curiosity. Her eyes met mine and she smiled widely.
"Isn't she gorgeous, baby?" I asked Brian.
"Yes she is." Brian replied honestly. "Just don't go thinking you're gonna be gettin' any poontang."
I laughed loudly at his joke as Rachel exited the office alone. She looked more amazing in peron than I thought she would. SHe'd be perfect for my first romantic comedy. The way she was looking at me, she must have been thinking the same thing. However, I never thought I would do a "romantic comedy". Especially with my dream co-star.
"And what are you laughing for?" She walked right up to me.
"I guess, um, you'd have to have been here." I blushed slightly as I realized we were talking about her in a sexual way. "Um, Matt."
I held my hand out.
"No, I'm Rachel, you are Matt." She teased and took my hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Oh, I like her." I smiled at Bob.
He put a hand on each of our shoulders. "You make the perfect Hollywood couple. You're so cute together--aren't they Brian?"
Bob was obviously enthusiastic.
"They are perfect." Brian nodded with a smile.
Brian looked a litte upset under the smile, though. Maybe not upset, just curious or inquisitive, maybe.
"It was very nice to meet you." I let go of Rachel's hand. "I have to go, though."
"Ofcourse. Maybe we will have lunch sometime?" She asked, still pleasant.
"Sure, just give me a call." I agreed with a smile.
I made pleasantries with Bob, then let Brian say his "goodbye's". After Brian was talking to Bob and Rachel, we headed out once again. Brian remained silent as I chattered about meeting Rachel all the way to his car. He'd give me a smile, a nod, something to indicate he was listening, but never spoke. It was sorta unnerving. He didn't look upset, but he seemed to be giving me the silent treatment. That's always a bad sign.
"Soooo, what's on your mind, sexy?" I tried to get him to open up as he drove us to get some dinner.
"Huh? Oh, nothing, baby." He gave me a smile and laid a hand on my thigh, massaging it.
"You've been quiet for quite awhile."
"Just thinkin'."
"About what?" I took his hand off my thigh and laced my fingers in his.
"Nothing, baby." He laughed loudly, steering around a slow car.
"Okay." I grinned, letting him blow me off. "What're we gonna do for dinner?"
"Hmmmm. Let's just have a carpet picnic."
"Cheese and crackers, fruit, blah blah blah?" I asked.
"Yeah, but more food than blah." He smiled over at me.
"Sounds like a plan."
"I'm thinking maybe brie, Carr's Table Water crackers, pears and grapes...."
"Ooooh, I want some smoked salmon." I moaned from hunger.
"And maybe some Beluga and truffles to go with?" Brian asked.
"Definitely." I laughed as Brian pulled into a McDonald's.
"Big Mac and fries?" He winked.
"And a large coke. Super sized. You ain't gettin' off cheap." I raised his hand to my mouth and kissed it.
"I got Jason X and Nightmare On Elm Street." Brian hopped back into the car.
"Perfectly for appropriate for a Halloween Season evening." I leaned over to kiss him.
"We can eat McDonald's, watch scary movies, then you can put on your Army outfit for me." Brian grinned evily.
"Yes sir!" I teased him with a salute.
"Then we'll have some deep dickin' action going on all night long." Brian stated in a drawl.
I leaned over and kissed Brian. I took my thumb and wiped his bottom lip dry as I pulled away.
"You're just too cute for words." I stated lowly.
"Back atcha." Brian winked at me. "Just too cute for your own good."
I undid my seatbelt as Brian pulled out of the video store parking lot. I scootched over in my seat, closer to him, and kissed him on the cheek. Brian turned his head slightly to the side and made a kissing motion with his mouth as I kissed him, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"Brian?" I bit his earlobe gently.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Have you ever gotten a blowjob while driving?" I stated, my lips against his ear.
Brian's whole body tensed from excitement. "Um, not yet."
"How'd you like to try it now?" I reached into his crotch and squeezed him.
"Whoa!" Brian laughed appreciately.
"I bet I can make you cum in my mouth before we get home." I rubbed him thru his jeans, making him completely hard.
"Ya' think so, huh?" Brian looked at me mischieviously as he pulled up to a stop light.
"Definitely." I slowly pulled his zipper down.
"What do I get if you don't get me to cum?" He asked with a gasp as I reached into his fly.
"What do you want?" I asked, yanking his cock out of his fly.
"I want you to put on your Army gear and be the Army grunt." Brian grunted as I squeezed his exposed cock. "And I'll be the drill sargeant.
"Yeah, baby." I stroked him gently. "What if you cum?"
"What do you want?"
"I'm gonna bend you over as soon as we get home, and I'm gonna fuck you so hard you scream." I spoke into his ear.
Precum oozed out of Brian's cock right at that second and drooled down over my hand.
"There'll be deep dicking for you." I bit his earlobe.
Brian didn't answer me, he just grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head into his lap. His aim was perfect. His cock went straight into my mouth and jammed into the back of my throat. I gagged on his fat cockhead as it oozed precum into my throat. Brian just groaned above me as he concentrated on steering the car. Immediately, I started bobbing up and down on Brian's hard cock. I didn't care if cars he passed could see my head going up and down from his lap or not.
I pulled my mouth off his cock and grabbed it roughly by the base. I slapped it against my lips and cheeks, coating my face with precum. Then I smeared his precum into my face with his cock, sliding his member over every inch of my face.
"I can't wait to shove my cock up your tight asshole." I teased him before deep-throating him again.
Brian just grunted gutterly as he took a turn in the car. His groans got louder as I moved my mouth to his balls and began sucking them, getting them sopping wet with spit. I couldn't tell how close we were to our house, but from Brian's foot movements on the gas and brake pedals, I could tell me was speeding. We were probably very close to the house. Brian drove like a maniac--with our without my mouth suctioned to his cock.
As a last ditch effort, I shoved my mouth over him again as I squeezed his balls. I pushed down until he was buried in my throat, every last inch of him. Brian grunted loudly. I began swallowing, letting my throat milk his cock.
"No, no, no...." Brian was trying to hold back.
I kept my mouth down on him, holding my breath. He was going to lose if it took me suffocating. I swallowed again.
"Aw, fuck!" Brian began slapping the steering wheel with one hand.
I started to feel faint from holding my breath. I thought I might pass out, so I pulled up. When I moved up, it was like drawing water from a well. Brian's cock began firing into my mouth, coating my tongue and tonsils with cream.
"Aw, fuck! Swallow it all, baby." Brian grunted as he fed me his cum.
I gulped his cum down greedily, sucking after he stopped shooting to be sure he had unloaded completely. Brian giggled as I continued sucking the head, obviously getting sensitive after his orgasm. I kissed the tip of his cock, then licked it once from base to tip. Gently, I put him back in his underwear, then zipped his jeans.
"Tasty." I sat up with a look of triumph on my face.
"We're like two blocks from the house, damnit!" Brian laughed, but obviously felt very relaxed.
"Go me." I joked, settling back into my seat while licking my lips.
Brian pulled up to our drive, punched the security code in, then drove thru the gates. He was pulling into the garage next to my car when the gates slowly started to close behind us, shutting off the driveway.
"Will you get the McDonald's bags, baby. I'll get the drinks." Brian asked as he got out of the car.
My eyes narrowed as I grabbed the bags and slowly slid out of my side of the car, slamming the door behind me. Brian searched for the door key absentmindedly, setting the drink cups on the car hood on his side of the car. My dick was throbbing in my pants, pinned against my leg by my tight boxer briefs. I dropped the food bags, and walked over to Brian.
"Hold on, baby. I'll get the door for you." He didn't look up as I walked up to him.
I didn't answer him. Roughly, I grabbed Brian by the hips, spun him around and slammed him down on the hood of the car. His ass was stuck straight out behind him. In his shock, Brian dropped his keys and knocked the drinks off the hood of the car. They hit the floor of the garage and popped open with a loud, wet noise.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian gasped as his chest hit the hood of the car.
I grapped his pants and pushed them down to mid-thigh with his underwear until his ass was exposed to me.
"Holy fuck, Matt!" Brian gasped again, but there was a sound of sexual urgency in his tone.
"I told you I was gonna fuck you until you screamed." I hissed as I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out with one hand while the other clasped tightly to Brian's hip.
I held my cock firmly and slapped it on Brian's ass, smiling evily down at him.
"Oh, baby." Brian moaned.
"You want me to fuck your tight little asshole?" I growled lowly as I rubbed myself against his opening.
"Oh yeah, fuck me hard." Brian pushed his ass back towards me.
That was all the encouragment that I needed. My cock sunk into Brian in one thrust. Brian yelled out loudly in pain as my balls connected with his ass. I slapped his ass with one hand roughly to get his attention as I held myself deeply in him.
"Shut up and take it like a man." I ordered.
Before he had a chance to respond, I pulled almost all of the way out of him, then slammed my cock back into him. Brian grunted loudly as I thrusted in and out of his tight ass. Without lube, he was extremely tight on my cock. The suction of his ass was almost too much to bear without shooting a wad right away.
"Oh fuck, give me your hard cock, Matt." Brian pleaded, reaching around to grab my thigh as I thrusted.
"Take all my....goddamn cock." I growled again as I began slamming into Brian violently.
My thrusts were so hard, Brian was being slammed into the car roughly. The side of his face actually smacked into the hood once. None of this made Brian stop moaning in pleasure from being fucked by my cock. My balls were starting to draw up, ready to explode when Brian howled loudly.
"Oh, holy fuck!" He screamed loudly.
Without having touched his cock, Brian began spraying cum wildly all over the side of his car. The sight of him spraying cum, just from having my cock in him, sent me over the edge. I grasped Brian's hips firmly and thrust hard and held myself deep inside him. My balls exploded with a loud scream that escaped my throat. Rope after rope of cum shot from my cock and flooded Brian's bowels. Slowly, as my cock spit the last of my cum up Brian's ass, I fell, landing with my chest against Brian's back.
"Holy shit." I panted.
"Unh." Brian clenched his ass on me, making me hiss. "That was so hot. You're the only one I'll ever let top me."
I sloppily kissed the back of his neck.
"I love you, baby." I sighed happily.
"Love you much more. 'Specially after that."
"Open." I smiled and held a cold fry to Brian's lips.
Brian comically opened his mouth and snapped up the fry, making growling noises.
"Pretty damn good for a cold fry." Brian grinned as he chewed.
We were lying in bed nude. We had fucked ten ways to Sunday and hadn't even gotten to the Army gear fetish yet. We just needed a food break. My cock was almost chaffed from all the attention it was getting. However, it was almost a pleasant feeling, since that I was so happy Brian was the one giving the attention.
"Baby, I want to ask you something." Brian held a fry to my mouth.
"What?" I asked as I ate the fry.
"You might get pissed, though. I mean, I know you don't want me asking about other people you have had sex with." He held another fry to my mouth.
I warily took another bite. Brian looked down into my eyes.
"Nevermind." He laughed nervously.
"Okay, okay." TONIGHT you can ask me anything and everything you want. But for educational purposes only." I joked.
"And you won't get mad?" He asked tentatively.
"Only if you start masturbating while you listen." I laughed.
"Um, I don't know how to ask you this, so I'll just blurt it out, k?" He blushed.
"Okay." I agree, afraid of what he might ask.
"Have you ever, ya' know, had sex with a woman?" Brian asked it very quickly.
I couldn't help it, I began laughing hysterically. The thought of me trying to have sex where pussy was involved was ridiculous.
"Um, no." I paused long enough to answer, then laughed more.
"Just wondering." He laughed with me.
"I know YOU have." I began tickling him in his armpits.
"Stop it!" Brian laughed and writhed on the bed.
"Brian ate pussy, too!" I chided him more.
"Yeah, and if I wasn't gay before, pussy made me gay!" Brian laughed hysterically. "Now stop it!"
"Rug muncher." I stated as I pulled away.
"Yeah, yeah." He sighed and rolled towards me, laying on his side and propping himself up on his elbow.
"But I love ya' anyway." I tweaked his nose.
"How many people HAVE you slept with?" Brian asked.
"You first."
"Um, let's see." Brian thought about it for a second. "Twelve people."
"Wow. That's impressive." I stated, but not in an accusing way.
"In today's world? I'm practically a virgin." He laughed. "What about you?"
Brian stroked my hair back with his right hand.
"Four." I announced without having to count.
Brian just snorted.
"What?!?" I laughed.
"Baby, that's wrong. You should have counted first. You've had sex with me, Nick, A.J. and Kevin. That's four right there." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, so?" I forgot that Brian didn't know I was a virgin before I met him.
"You're telling me that we're the only four you've ever had sex with?" Brian still sounded skeptical.
"Yes sir. That's exactly right." I stated firmly.
"Oh!" Brian seemed embarassed for not believing me.
He just laid there for a second, then suddenly his face changed as if he'd had an idea.
"I was your first EVER?" He almost whispered.
I turned my head to look at him. He looked so cute, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yes, you were." I stroked his face lightly with my fingers.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"You never asked." I paused. "And it didn't seem important."
"Was I good for a first time? Like on a scale of one to ten?" He asked shyly.
"Scale of one to ten, eh?"
He nodded.
"Oh, about a two....thousand." I smiled.
"I just love you so much." Brian laughed, then began to smother my face with kisses.
"I love you, too, baby." I held his face in my hands and kissed him back.
(Party 10)
"You are going to be the handsomest guy, actor, whatever, that's gonna be at that party." Brian stated as he sat on the bathroom counter and tied my tie for me.
"Aw, you're just saying that." I winked at him.
"It's twue, daddy." Booker beamed from his spot on the counter.
"You two are biased." I laughed.
"So what? You're still the handsomest to me. And that's all that matters." Brian stated as he finished my tie.
"Yeah." Booker stated firmly.
"Well, thanks boys. I don't know why they're having us dress formal instead of in costumes for the Halloween party." I sighed, then gave Brian a kiss.
"They're stuffy?" Brian shrugged with a goofy grin.
"Probably." I agreed.
"You could say and watch 'It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown' with us." Brian faked being upset.
"I know, baby." I held his chin in my hand and kissed him softly on the lips. "But how about I bring you back some tricks and treats later?"
Brian laughed as I wriggled my eyebrows at him.
"Okay, deal." He was absolutely beaming.
The doorbell rang as I gave him another kiss on the lips.
"That's Juliette." I looked at my watch. "And she's early."
Booker lept into my arms and I carried him to the front door as Brian followed, pinching my butt.
"Lookin' nice in that Armani tux, baby."
I just laughed at him as I pulled the front door open. To my surprise, it wasn't Juliette or a limo driver. It was a bike messenger.
"This is for you from Rolling Stone." He handed me a brown paper wrapped floppy package.
"Oh! Thanks!" I stated and closed the door as he turned away.
"Baby, it's here!" I did my 'happy dance' as we stood in the entryway.
"Booker go to your room, buddy." Brian requested.
"You gonna read to me?" He asked.
"Yeah, just go for now." He patted Booker on the butt as he dashed off giggling. "Open it, baby!"
I made sure Booker was definitely gone, then tore the package open. At first, I was shocked at seeing myself on Rolling Stone's cover--completely nude. Well, Brian's hands had my privates covered. I was standing in a very relaxed position, cigarette dangling from my lips. Two hands covered enough to make my nakedness okay to publish. However, the rest of Brian was cut out. The caption on the side of the cover read "The New Naughty Matt". My first thought was "I've always been naughty".
"You look so hot in that picture, baby." Brian was amazed. "Like a fuckin' unattainable rock star or something. Very punk."
"Ya' think?" I gave him a huge smile as flipped thru the mag to the photo spread and interview.
"Definitely!" He saw the first picture in the spread and flipped. "Oh my God! How hot is that?!?"
The picture was of me standing in my jeans, the button undone. I was "snarling" at the camera, flipping it off. My pecs and abs were flexed just right and you could see my boxer briefs peeking out of my jeans. The second picture was of me lying nude on the bed, butt up. Another was me fully clothed, kicking my shoes off. The next one was Brian grinding against me while we danced, and I was laughing hysterically. The very last one was me in my boxer briefs, grabbing my crotch with a very seductive look on my face.
"This is so hot." Brian gushed. "I might have some fun with this while you're gone."
"Oh stop!" I cackled.
"That photographer guy was awesome." Brian nodded affirmatively.
"Yeah, I think they're great." I had to agree as the doorbell rang again.
I opened the door quickly, finding Juliette had finally arrived with the limo.
"You coming?" She huffed playfully.
"Yeah, sure." I kissed Brian quickly and handed him the mag. "Read the interview so you can tell me later if it's any good."
"Okay, baby." He kissed me again as I headed out the door. "Have fun!"
TO BE CONTINUED......
Who is upset that you didn't get to read what was in the Rolling Stone interview? Well stop being pissy! I wrote it as my Halloween treat to all my loyal, awesome, wonderful, shibby, ass-kicking, mac daddy fans! Happy Halloween, folks! Read on.......(You'll have to use a bit of imagination since I can't lay this out like a magazine would)
*"The New Naughty Matt" Randi Boss gets Matt Thompson to talk about all the intimate details no one else could.....
If there's one thing Matt Thompson is famous for--besides his acting--it's his survival skills. Making mountains out of molehills has been a speciality of Matt's for the last four years. When worse came to worse, Matt has come out triumphant. Having won an Oscar for Best Actor for his first film, he was seemingly guaranteed a charmed and lucrative career. He was making amazing salaries for a new actor, getting offered movies out the wazoo, and was one of the most respected new talents in Hollywood. All of that, Matt found out, could change with the blink of an eye.
While working on his film 'Club Kids', one of Matt's costars, proved to be almost fatal to Matt--and his career. Matt became the victim of a brutal attack at the hands of his costar after his manager was kidnapped by the same crazed costar. In the end, Matt took several stab wounds to his chest and abdomen. However, the force of nature, known as "Matt Thompson", proved too tough to be deterred by something as simple as death.
He was back to work within months after several surgeries and a two week stay in the hospital. After the incident, many studios were afraid to touch him. He was considered an insurance nightmare. He couldn't be bonded by any company. Instead of letting this obstacle stop him, he took a job as an assistant to the Backstreet Boys on their last world tour. Things seemed to be going great. He wasn't acting, but he wasn't stopped at all.
Another dark cloud formed in the horizon, however. While he was on sabbatical, his manager turned to alcohol (she's now in for a long run at Betty Ford--or as Matt calls it, "Aunt Betty's Retreat"). In the end, he split painfully with her and took the reins to his own career.
Instead of letting people tell him he'd never work in Hollywood again, Matt hired a new agent and dropped his inhibitions. After what many studio heads refer to as Matt's notorious "pissing contests", he landed a three movie deal for a record 70 million dollars. With a fourth gauranteed at 30 million. Now no one can seem to even land a meeting with Matt. If a studio wants to offer Matt a movie, they better back it up with some beaucoup bucks.
From Kevin Richardson, Juliette Lewis, Christina Ricci, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Rupert Everett, to recently Madonna, Matt has been paired with every big name in Hollywood. Whether or not any of these rumors or true, no one could get him to say. Anytime he's been asked, he smiles coyly and replies with "no comment". Anyone can tell you, he knows how to do his own public relations. Sex sells, and Matt has the monoply. This, his first in depth interview, Matt gives a little bit more insight into his superstardon. He's still vague about many details of his life, but we'll listen to whatever he's willing to tell....
RB: Why do you think that people find you so intriguing?
Matt: For the same reason everyone finds alot of celebrities intriguing. They don't know about me. They see what they see and they hear what they hear on T.V., radio and in magazines and papers. But they don't know if it's true. Some people want to believe it, some don't, but they can't stop from reading about it or listening to it.
RB: Kinda like that unattainable man/woman thing?
Matt: Exactly. Besides, I sorta add fuel to the fire sometimes. (laughs)
RB: I'm sure. I have to ask you this, even though you probably won't answer. What was up with the pictures of you and Kevin Richardson?
Matt: (smiles coyly) No comment. (pauses, then laughs) You hate that, don't you?
RB: You know I do.
Matt: We were just holding hands and kissing. What's the big deal?
RB: Well none to me, but alot of people were shocked.
Matt: That's the whole point of an entertainer. You had to shock, as well as entertain. Anyone can do a song and dance, or make a movie. But it's not worth anything if you don't connect with people.
RB: True.
Matt: So, sometimes you have to light a fire under some asses and get people's attention. Ask anyone, people respond to provocation more than wholesome behavior.
RB: How do you think people take two men kissing, though?
Matt: It disgusts most people. Homosexuality, bisexuality, any alternative lifestyle is treated as foreboding. People fear what they don't understand. It's a sad fact that you're treated as lower than most in this country if you're not straight, white and Christian in this country.
RB: Does it bother you that you might disgust some people.
Matt: Fuck 'em. (laughs) I'd rather be who I am and offend some folks and be be who I am, than live my life according to their rules. If you don't like me, it doesn't bother me. I probably wouldn't like you either.
RB: So you're saying that you're....
Matt: (interupts with a laugh) ...happy to give close minded people a wake up call.
RB: Okay. Okay. Have you ever dated anyone that you've been paired with?
Matt: I don't know. Who are they pairing me with?
RB: Madonna.
Matt: She's married.
RB: That's not an answer.
Matt: It isn't is it? (winks at me)
RB: How about Kevin Richardson?
Matt: He's married.
RB: I can see where this is going....
Matt: I know, it's frustrating to interview me. I piss myself off sometimes. (laughs) But you gotta see this all from my standpoint.
RB: Which is?
Matt: Let's say I tell you now that I'm straight and like chicks...
RB: Okay.
Matt: Then the gay men that have their fantasies will be disappointed. Now let's say I tell you I'm gay.
RB: And the straight women will cry for months. (laughs) Straight men will probably hate you.
Matt: Right. I'll just keep it all to myself and let everyone believe what they want to believe. Besides, whatever celebrities say is taken with a grain of salt anyway. People make up their decisions in their own minds based on what they WANT to be true, not what IS true.
RB: Do you think that the pictures that appeared with you and Kevin Richardson kissing helped get you publicity?
Matt: Ofcourse.
RB: Alot of people would say you plan alot of your publicity. That you're manipulative and calculated. Maybe cold even.
Matt: They'd be right to an extent. But, that's what entertainment is about, right? Studios don't make a movie thinking that the public will just love it and appreciate the movie. They're thinking about big business and big bucks. It's all manipulate and calculated with publicity. No one can claim innocence when it comes to this business. However, I can honestly say that those pictures of Kevin and I kissing were taken without my knowledge or consent.
RB: So, if you didn't know you were being photographed..
Matt: Yes? (chuckles)
RB: You were just kissing because you enjoyed it?
Matt: Sure. Why not? He's a good kisser. (laughs loudly)
RB: Well, he is cute.
Matt: Yes, he is. But he's married.
RB: Back to that again. You're so evasive.
Matt: Well, yeah.
RB: When do you start shooting your next movie?
Matt: This January. I'm working on getting prepared for one I'll be doing with Harvey Weinstein next year. I'll work on that until the end of this year. Then I film one with Clinnon in January. Then the one with Harvey, then another with Clinnon.
RB: I'm glad you can keep that straight. I'm already confused.
Matt: You get used to it.
RB: Recently, Rosie O'Donnell confronted you on national televions about an article that ran in US Magazine, showing you had a son.
Matt: Right.
RB: Why don't we ever hear more about him?
Matt: He's no one's business. I'm the celebrity, not him. It's not fair to him if I parade him for cameras. When he's older, he can decide if he wants to be in the limelight or not. Besides, I think celebrities that use their children for publicity are sleazy. If your talent and own charm can't get you ahead, then you're probably not cut out for the business.
RB: Amen. What kind of music do you like?
Matt: Whoa. That was a question out of left field. (laughs) There's alot I like. Some artists I like are Missy Elliot, Alanis Morissette, Avril Lavigne, Nelly, Eminem, Aerosmith, Dixie Chicks, Macy Gray, Hole, Madonna, Billy Joel, Elton John, Fleetwood Mac. I'm really into Avril Lavigne right now, though. That CD is fucking, unbelieveably awesome.
RB: Isn't Eminem a little too, um...
Matt: Homophobic?
RB: Yeah.
Matt: He's funny. And his rhymes are hot, so who cares what kind of jackass he is. You know, you can't censor people like that. If you do, anyone can be censored from saying what they feel. It's best to let the public decide if they want to listen to it, and ultimately if they want to feel the same way. Most people are intelligent enough to realize he's just blowing off steam.
RB: What kind of music were you raised on?
Matt: God. My parents were total hippies. I was raised on 60's and 70's rock and folk. Stuff like Bob Dylan, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, The Mamas & The Papas, Joan Baez, Carol King, throw in some Jimmy Buffett, Billy Joel, Elton John, and there ya' go.
RB: Do you get along with your parents now?
Matt: Jeez, you just like getting personal, don'tcha? (laughs) I really haven't seen my dad in quite awhile, but we got along when we did talk. My mother and I definitely don't get along. I'm sorta disowned or...something.
RB: You'd think they'd be proud of you, being a big movie star and successful and all.
Matt: Yeah, you would. However, some things can't be fixed by fame or money.
RB: Really?
Matt: I'm sure you've never heard that one before, huh? (laughs)
RB: No, never.
Matt: (makes a motion indicative of masturbation) I'm a tormented, rich celebrity that could buy my weight in anything. I'm so alone, so bothered, nothing ever goes my way. People that say stuff like that need to get a fuckin' clue. I'm lucky as hell. Some things in life suck, but for the most part, my life is awesome. I wouldn't trade it in for the world..
RB: Not even your weight in Avril Lavigned CD's?
Matt: Ooooh, tempting, but I'll still stick with what I got. *