Howdy ho, neighborinos! I'm back, and have just a few things to mention before I get to the usual legal disclaimers, so bare with me. Queer As Folk Season 3 started March 2nd on Showtime! Imagine me doing a happy dance. This involves cartwheels and that ole chestnut, the "cabbage patch". Throw in "the running man" and there's your happy dance. I locked all my doors and windows and settled down in my big comfy chair for the full forty-five minutes the show was on. And as usual, I was not disappointed. This show is fan-fucking-tastic to start with. However, the season opener was indescribable. If you don't keep up with the show, you probably wouldn't have been too thrilled with it. However, for us old school folks that have watched it since the first show, it was DREEEEEEEAMY! I just have to plug the show, and tell all my queer (and even my non-queer) fans that if you don't have Showtime--GET IT! Hook yourselves up with Showtime and watch you a little Queer As Folk. It's so worth it. And ofcourse, any fans that want to send me their comments about the season opener, feel free. Queer As Folk is one thing I can talk and talk about all day long. It gives us a very disturbing look at the gay subculture, but it also manages to show that gay men and women live pretty "normal" lives like everyone else. And it's so dramatic that any gay man should love it. Oh, and the man-on-man action is pretty hot for a non-porno show. The complete first and second season are also available on DVD and VHS (little pricey, but well worth it) for those wanting to catch up, or just wanting to be able to watch this fabulous show anytime they please. Also, anyone that wants to be added to my mailing list and recieve updates when BBB is posted each time I put out a new section, but send me an e-mail. Anyhoo, I don't know any of the celebrities that may or may not be mentioned in this series. I'd fuck 'em all, I'm a ho, we know this, let's move on. If you have any questions, comments, want to say you hated or loved the story (I'm still accepting Lou Pearlman comments on a daily basis), send me an e-mail at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! I'm a little slow lately responding to e-mails, but I WILL respond as soon as I can. So, here we go again....
"My gift is my song and--this one's for you. And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that's it's done. I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now that you're in the world."~Elton John, 'Your Song'.
Whatever It Takes Bad Boy B-Rok By-Lep
(Part Nineteen)
"Fuck you." I did a sit up.
"One more." Andre smiled.
"Fuck you." My stomach was burning.
"Come on, Matt. Just one more." Andre urged me to continue.
"Fuck you." I did the last sit up and fell back on the mat, my arms flung out to my sides, my chest heaving.
"See, that didn't kill you." Andre chuckled.
"Fuck you." I repeated.
"You're probably too tired for that." He teased. "But I do notice you work harder when I allow you to scream at me during the workout."
"When I'm angry, I have more energy." I explained with a croak.
Andre let me lie on the mat, trying to catch my breath for a second, then stood up.
"Okay, time for some jogging." He clapped his hands together.
"Fuck it all, can't I just die in peace?" I groaned.
"No."
"It was a rhetorical question."
"Still no. Get up." He reached down and slapped my knee.
Instead of wasting energy trying to argue, I got up to my feet and began to follow Andre around the track in the workout room. Luckily, he ran with me, so I didn't have to suffer alone. My knees and feet were screaming at me to stop, and I was sweating profusely, I knew there had to be a trail behind me. We were only on day five. Two more days of this shit, and I knew I was going to croak. And not just when I spoke. It was not going to be pretty. I already had the dance numbers down pat, so I didn't know why Andre insisted on continuing the physical training.
For five days, I hadn't smoked. Andre had asked nicely that I refrain from it, and I had abided by his rules. I was so tired of arguing with people, I was becoming delightfully agreeable lately. However, I had no nicotine in my system and I was sweating from doing something besides fucking. If I didn't die, I'd most likely turn into a raging queen and have someone beheaded. Brian, Aaron and Booker were all living in fear that I would snap sooner or later. In fact, before I went to sleep one night, I heard Brian and Aaron starting a pool on how long before we ended up on the news.
Ofcourse, they didn't have to deal with me much. What with being at work from five in the morning until noon, and having rehearsals from four until eight in the evening, I wasn't home much. When I was home, I wasn't much to deal with. I was too tired to get angry at anything, and too exhausted to be overly exciteable. It was downright pathetic, but that boys were being extremely supportive.
"Okay, we can stop now." Andre put me out of my misery after thirty minutes of jogging.
"Thank Christ." I sighed and fell down on the track, landing on my back, flailing my arms out again.
"No wonder you're an actor. You're dramatic as hell." He chuckled and again and knelt down beside me.
"I'm dying, leave me alone or call an ambulance." I grunted.
"But you forget. It's Friday. You don't have to shoot tomorrow. You can actually sleep tonight." He tried to cheer me up.
"Yeah, except you forget that you are making me come in here at seven, and work out until three." I snorted. "That's not exactly my idea of a relaxing weekend."
"Actually, I'm gonna give you a break." He sighed. "I'll let you chill out this weekend. You'll be fine for the showcase Monday night. But remember, when we actually start filming this movie, you're going to have to do this everyday for four weeks beforehand."
"I'd kiss you, but it'd be weird, and I'm too tired." I laughed.
Andre just rolled his eyes and blushed.
"Don't worry, straight man. I wouldn't kiss you otherwise, either." I laughed and placed a hand on his knee, getting up off the ground.
"Good to know."
"I'm going home and passing out." I stated, finally getting my breath back.
"You're husband is going to get frustrated with you." Andre stated, standing up beside me. "Passing out every night, that is."
"Who says I have to be awake for sex?"
Andre laughed loudly as I poked him in the ribs with my elbow.
"Ah, that was a good laugh." I winked and headed for the door.
"Oh, hey, Matt." Andre hollered after me.
"Yeah?" I turned to look at him.
"What are you doing now?"
"Um," I looked around,"leaving?"
Andre chuckled at me. "I meant, what are your plans tonight?"
"I know. I was just being a smartass." I gave a lazy smile. "Um, just to go home, eat something, then soak in the bath before going to bed. Why?"
"Want to go have a drink?" He asked.
I had the perfect oppurtunity, so I took it. "Well now, Andre. Just what would your pretty little girlfriend think of you going out for drinks with a gay man?"
"Don't flatter yourself." He blushed.
I looked at the digital clock on the wall. "Well, it's only eight. Yeah, maybe a quick drink."
"Alright, let me just go grab my bag." He replied, then dashed off towards the back of the room.
"And no where fancy. I stink all to hell." I laughed.
Booker had already been put to bed by Brian when I got home two hours later. Aaron was at the kitchen table studying, and Brian was watching T.V. in the den. The house was ultra quiet. Just the way I liked it after a hard day of working and getting myself into shape for more work. I dropped my backpack on the kitchen floor and ruffled Aaron's hair to piss him off before I headed into the den. As soon as I saw the big comfy couch, and Brian's arms reaching out to me, I collasped onto the couch and laid against him.
"Hard day at the office, dear?" Brian wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek as he held me.
"The hardest." I sighed and kicked my sneakers off.
"You got home just in time to finish watching this basketball game with me." He cooed into my ear.
"Like I wasn't tired already." I teased as I pulled my legs up onto the couch and snuggled up next to him.
Brian ignored the comment and reached for the bag of chips on the coffee table. One thing I never understood about men was the need to watch organized sports and eat greasy food whilst doing so. Ofcourse, there was a multitude of things I didn't understand about women, so I was confused all around. If Brian had been watching Martha Stewart while eating a spinach salad, I would've understood. That's what gay men were supposed to do, anyway. Well, maybe nothing that blatantly queer, but sports was almost a solely heterosexual thing to watch.
Wrestling, volleyball, and gymnastics were the only male sports I could understand. Wrestling had men groping all over each other and writhing on the floor together. Volleyball had shirtless men sweating on a beach. Gymnastics had men in tights. These were approved homosexual viewing. Figure skating was marginal since most of the outfits and music were too gay even for gay people.
"You're kinda late tonight." Brian stated, not really showing much interest as he stared intently at the T.V.
"I went for drinks with Andre."
"Oh?" Brian pretended to be listening.
"Yeah, he had girlfriend problems." I sighed. "He thought a gay man would be the next best thing to discussing the problem with a girl."
"That's cool."
"Heteros have such weird problems. Atleast we gay men only have to worry about who's on top and who's on bottom."
"Really?"
"Then I sucked him off in the parking lot in his car." I stated, testing whether or not Brian was listening.
"That's nice, baby." Brian ruffled my hair.
"Yeah. I guess that thing about black men having bigger cocks is true." I continued. "I mean, you should've seen that thing."
"Yeah."
"Then we snorted some coke and went to a rave."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I snorted some more coke, did some jello shots, dropped some acid, but I turned down the ecstasy. I mean, who does THAT anymore? It's so pase. Give me heroin or don't bother giving me anything. " I couldn't help but grin as Brian just stared intently at the T.V.
"I'm glad you had a good time." He stated blandly.
"Same here. Just wish you'd been there for that orgy, though."
Unfortunately, the game went to commercial right as I was speaking, so the jig was up.
"Do--what?!?" Brian snapped out of his trance.
I cackled loudly. "I'm just fucking with you, baby."
Brian rolled his eyes as I ran a hand over his cheek.
"I'm gonna go shower and go to bed." I stated as I began to get up.
"But there's only two minutes left in the game." Brian held me back. "If you wait, I can scrub your back for you."
I chuckled as Brian wriggled his eyebrows at me.
"Good try, baby." I gave him a peck on the lips. "But I know two minutes in sports time is actually half an hour in reality."
"Come on, baby." Brian pleaded.
"Oh fine." I pretended to be put out, but was loving the fact he wanted me to lay with him and watch the game.
"Thank you, baby." He wrapped one arm around me as he popped a chip into his mouth with the other hand.
I was quite surprised when it only took five minutes for the game to finish. Usually with all the time outs and whatnot, sports lasted much longer than the time alloted for them. Call me a purist, but I thought time outs were pussified. No time outs should be allowed. Even if someone got hurt, they should have to lie where they fall and scream in pain 'til the whole thing was done. I mean, they are supposed to be manly men, right?
Brian led me towards the bedroom when the game was over and T.V. was turned off. He also made sure we stopped in the kitchen to tell Aaron that jerk off time was over at midnight, and to be in bed at a decent hour. Aaron just blushed as we exited the room. The poor kid had no hope of never being embarassed around the two of us. His fate was sealed.
"I'll be in there in just a second." Brian gave me a wink as I headed into the bathroom.
"Don't wait too long. I might pass out and drown." I teased as I went into the bathroom, pulling off my shirt on the way.
I had barely stripped down to my boxers and turned the water on to the shower when Brian entered the bathroom. He was only in his boxer briefs, and he was pulling those off as he approached.
"That was quick." I looked over my shoulder at him as I tested the heat of the shower.
"The only thing I'm quick at." He replied.
"True that." I agreed. "Ready to scrub my back?"
Brian laughed as I wiggled my butt at him.
"Oh, definitely." He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "We need to get you out of those boxers, though."
"I'm too tired. I'll just leave them on. Shower in 'em." I shrugged.
That was all the encouragement Brian needed to kneel down and pull them down to my ankles. It was much easier to step out of them that way, I had to admit. I got into the shower first, and immediately stepped into the shower of warm water on my side. As was to be expected, Brian got into his side and turned the water onto practically ice cold. You'd have thought that would tame his libido, but it didn't. He always seemed to fuck best when it was cold.
"Ready for that back scrub?" Brian asked as I let the water pelt down over me.
"Mmm-hm." I groaned, feeling like I could topple over.
Brian grabbed the sponge from over my shoulder, then knelt down and grabbed the body wash.
"And no rimming action tonight, dear." I teased him. "My ass is sore."
"Too sore for tongue and cock, or just tongue?" He teased back as he lathered up the sponge.
"Both. So just scrub."
"How about," Brian reached around me with a soapy hand and grabbed my flaccid cock,"a blowjob?"
"All you think about is fucking or sucking me."
"No I don't." He jerked my cock a couple times. "Sometimes I think about you fucking or sucking me."
"Har har."
"Come on, baby. We haven't had sex all week." Brian moved up to press himself against my ass and to kiss my neck.
Brian pressed his cock against me harder as he stroked my cock and sucked on the nape of my neck. Call me a sucker, but I couldn't help but moan as Brian worked me over. My cock was definitely noticing the attention. Within seconds, it was standing straight out at attention as Brian pumped it in his fist. Brian's cock was sticking straight up between us, pressed between his stomach and my back. I couldn't help but be turned on at the feeling of his hard cock pulsing between us, aching to be touched, sucked and shoved in anyplace available.
"You make me so hard, Matt." Brian grunted as he humped me.
"I want to feel you inside me." I groaned as Brian stroked me off.
"You want me to fuck you?" He taunted me, pulling back a bit.
"I want you to fuck me until it hurts." I urged him on, moving back until we were pressed together again.
"I want to make you cum so hard while my cock is inside of you." Brian grunted, then grabbed his cock by the base and pushed towards my asshole.
Aaron stood at the bathroom door, his heart racing. He didn't know if what he was about to do was wrong or not, but he really wanted to do it. For months he'd talked himself out of it, telling himself it would only lead to trouble. Matt and Brian would kick him out of their house if they knew what he was planning. They'd think he was weird. They might even call him a pervert. However, he'd convinced himself to do it. There was no turning back from doing this anymore.
As he turned the knob to the bathroom door it opened easily, no resistance at all. The door didn't even squeak. Aaron kept his teeth clenched from the tension, though. He had to do it, and do it quick. They might catch him otherwise. That was the last thing he would want to happen. He wouldn't get to do what he was dying to do if he was caught.
As soon as the door was opened a crack, he heard the unmistakeable sound of water running in the shower. Also, he heard the moans. He didn't know if they were Brian or Matt's moans, but they were turning him on either way. He could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin--the sound of someone masturbating. He didn't want to look. He had a mission. If he looked, he'd waste time, and risk getting caught. He had to look, though. He couldn't resist.
Aaron glanced up, and froze. Thru the clear glass that made up the front wall of the shower, Matt and Brian's bodies could be seen as clear as day. They were both wet, and naked, and writhing against each other. His cock jerked as he realized that Brian had his hand around Matt's cock, stroking him as he pressed himself against Matt's ass. At first, he almost gasped at seeing Matt's cock. Aaron had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from making any noise. The way his heart was racing, he thought they could hear it.
Matt's cock wasn't exceptionally large, but it was amazing. Around seven inches long, and just the right girth, it was as straight as an arrow. His cock was a long shaft roped with veins, jutting out from his body. To top off the beautiful pole, was a pinkish, thick cockhead that begged to be sucked. His pubic hair was trimmed, and his balls completely bare. Aaron's heart thumped harder against his chest as he stared at Matt's cock as Brian stroked it furiously. His body was fucking awesome. Aaron had no idea why he kept it covered up as much as he did. Unless he was doing a photo shoot, Matt was fairly modest.
"You make me so hard, Matt." Brian spoke into Matt's ear, just audible above the sound of the water.
Aaron swallowed hard as Matt turned his head slightly to reply.
"I want to feel you inside me." Matt urged Brian on.
Without realizing it, Aaron's hand went to the front of his pajama bottoms and squeezed his cock. It was already stiff, jutting out from his body and making a tent in his pants.
"You want me to fuck you?" Brian grinned behind Matt's back.
"I want you to fuck me until it hurts." Matt groaned loudly.
"I want to make you cum so hard while my cock is inside of you." Brian stated in a manly voice.
Aaron had to pull his hand away from his crotch and shove it over his mouth when Brian pulled back from Matt's ass. Brian's cock was fucking huge. He didn't know how Matt was going to take that inside his body. Knowing that it was going to have to hurt, Aaron still wanted to feel it inside of him. He wanted a cock that huge to stretch his virgin ass and make him scream. It had to feel somewhat good since so many gay guys did it.
"Oh fuck yeah, Brian." Matt braced himself against the side of the shower as Brian eased his cock into Matt's ass.
Aaron's hand went back to his bulging crotch as he watched Brian's cock disappear into Matt. He began to rub himself roughly as Brian's balls pushed up against Matt's ass. He couldn't believe it when Matt actually began to push back at Brian, as if begging for more. He had to be in pain, didn't he? Didn't that big cock make him feel like he was being split in two?
"Fuck, you're so tight." Brian grunted as he grabbed Matt's hips and began to thrust in and out of him.
"Fuck me harder, damnit." Matt managed to croak as Brian pounded into him, no longer stroking him off.
Aaron was so engrossed in watching Brian fuck Matt, that he didn't realize he had pulled his cock out thru the fly of his pajama bottoms and was stroking it right there in the guys' bathroom. He was in plain view of them. If they looked over, even just a glance, they would see him. It made him so horny he couldn't believe it. However, he didn't want to be caught. Atleast, not yet. Aaron shoved his cock back into his pants quickly, and went back to the task at hand.
In one quick movement, he bent over, grabbed Brian's boxer briefs, and headed for the door. He dashed for the door, his heart pounding in his throat, expecting one of the guys to yell that they saw him. However, he got out of the bathroom, and got the door closed quietly behind himself. The guys didn't give any indication they had seen him. Aaron grabbed his chest, trying to calm himself down as he held Brian's dirty underwear in his other hand.
'Get out, Aaron! Get out!' He screamed at himself in his head.
Aaron darted for the bedroom door, closing it a little too loudly behind himself. He didn't have time to wonder if the guys heard it. He ran down the hall and didn't stop running until he was in his room with the door locked behind himself. His heart was still pounding, as if it were going to explode, blowing his chest wide open. However, Aaron jumped up on the bed, laying back against the pillows.
He almost came as he pulled his cock out of his pants again. The precum was oozing up thru the shaft, out of his piss slit, and down the sides of his cock. He didn't want to cum too quick, but he knew he was going to shoot a huge wad within a few strokes. He brought Brian's dirty boxer briefs up to his face and sniffed them, inhaling Brian's musky scent as he wrapped his hand around his painfully engorged cock.
Aaron didn't even have to think twice before shoving the crotch of the underwear in his mouth, licking at them with his tongue. He sucked at the underwear, as if he were drawing water out of them, nursing them for everything. He wanted to taste anything that had been in Brian's crotch. When he thought about the fact he had something in his mouth that had touched Brian's huge cock, he felt the orgasm begin.
Aaron pulled the underwear out of his mouth and wrapped them over his cock, trapping his head inside them. He began to jerk off with the underwear, pumping his cock for all he could. He knew he was going to shoot the biggest load of his post-pubescent life. A few rough jerks, a few moans, and a couple pinches of his right nipple, and Aaron screamed out in orgasm. Wad after wad of cum shot up, out of his cock and sprayed into Brian's underwear, soaking them with his jizz.
"Fuck." Aaron gasped for air as his cock stopped shooting and began a slight drizzle of cum. "Fuck."
Aaron pulled his hand off of his cock, but left Brian's underwear over his dick, making a tent in his crotch. His chest was heaving, and his cock was throbbing. He didn't want this to be the end of it. He wanted Brian. He wanted Brian to make him do whatever sick, dirty things he could think of for an underage twink to do. Aaron wanted to be Brian's bottom boy. He'd do anything for Brian. Matt, too for that matter. Just the thought of sucking that perfect cock made him harder.
'How can this be right?' Aaron thought to himself as he caught his breath and his cock continued to ooze jizz into Brian's underwear. 'How can I still like girls, and want cock? Why do I want to fuck girls, but get fucked my guys?'
"What was that?" I moaned, not really caring about the 'slamming noise'.
"I don't know." Brian grunted as he fucked me from behind. "Take my fucking cock."
"Oh fuck, Brian." I moaned as his balls slapped my ass. "Shove it in me harder."
Brian groaned his approval and began slamming into me harder and harder, fucking me with the full length of his cock. I couldn't think about anything but the feeling of Brian's cock sliding in and out of me like a jackhammer--stretching me to the limit as he gave me all he had. I just kept slamming backwards towards him, wanting to get everything of him I could into my body. Without having touched me since he grabbed my hips, I felt my balls draw up towards my body.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Brian! I'm cumming!" I squealed loudly, right before my cock fired rope after rope of cum onto the shower wall.
"Fuck yeah, baby." Brian urged me on. "Shoot that cum for me. Show me how much you love my cock up your tight little ass."
My cock continued to fire off as Brian talked dirty to me. As my cock shot off, my ass squeezed harder down on his cock, making myself even tighter for his huge pole.
"Oh Jesus, Matt." Brian groaned right before he slammed into me a final time and unloaded his balls into me, his body spasming as he shot his wad.
(Part Twenty)
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." I heard Brian singing lightly before he leaned down to kiss my forehead.
"Unh." Was all I managed to reply.
It was morning, and I was still dead tired. Laying in our comfy bed with my comfy comforter, I just didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't care if it was already noon, I didn't want to get out of bed. And if I opened my eyes to see that Brian had actually cooked eggs and bacon, expecting me to eat it, there would be death. Death and destruction--that was my modus operandi for the day. Everyone must die if they do not please the master. Okay, so I was tired AND pissy.
"Wake up, my sexy man. It's ten o'clock and the day is just flying by." Brian cooed again.
"Die!" I croaked loudly without opening my eyes still.
"Well, that's no way to talk to someone that brought you fruit salad, bagel and coffee, now is it?"
Damn! He knew me too well to make the wrong thing. Foiled again.
"Shove...in...my...mouth." I opened my mouth, but not my eyes.
"Maybe after you eat." He teased.
"Oh shove off." I couldn't help but chuckle.
"I know you're tired, baby." I felt Brian sit down on the bed beside me. "But I want you to get up and get ready so I can take us all out shopping on this beautiful Saturday morning."
"What's rule number one, Brian?"
"No cheerfulness before noon, I know." He laughed. "But come on, wake up and eat the food your loving partner made for you, for fuck's sake."
"Oh fine." I opened my eyes and sat up quickly, acting pissed off.
"Good morning, sexy." Brian winked.
"Mornin'." I smiled back, then leaned over to give him a kiss.
I thought Brian had actually expected me to come to the kitchen table. I was wrong. He had brought me a tray with all my breakfast goodies on it. Steaming coffee, fruit, bagel and cream cheese, a glass of orange juice, and a single red rose. Definitely going for the brownie points. Either that or he wanted sex.
"Wow." I stated as Brian set the tray across my thighs.
"Nothing but the best for my favorite guy in the whole world." He cooed.
"What do you want, Brian?" I was only half joking.
"Nothing." He shook his head. "I just want you to know how special you are to me."
"Oh." I decided to believe him. "Well, thank you, baby. You're awfully special, too. You ride that.."
"Short bus everyday." He said the last part with me as he rolled his eyes.
I gave a short laugh, then leaned in to kiss him. "You know you're special to me, baby. And not just in the short bus type of way."
"I know." Brian picked a strawberry out of the salad with the tips of his fingers and held it to my mouth. "You just love me soooooo much."
I opened my mouth and took the strawberry from him, squinting my eyes as I looked at him.
"What do you want Brian?" I asked again.
"What makes you think I want anything?" He licked his fingers clean, then leaned in to kiss me. "You taste sweet."
"You're being too loving--even for you. What's up?" I picked up my fork and skewered a banana slice.
"Nothing, baby." He shook his head. "Nothing at all."
"Awwwwwwwwwlright." I sighed and began to eat.
"Well," He got up from the bed,"except, one thing."
I watched as Brian went over to the dresser and began putting away a stack of underwear and socks he must have brought in with himself.
"What is it?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe, just maybe.."
"What damnit!" I laughed
"You'd give me a big ole sloppy kiss." He winked.
"Don't tell me that's all you're after." I rolled my eyes, smiling widely.
"That's it, baby." Brian bounced over and leaned down. "Just a big ole smoochero from you."
"I think I can manage that." I smiled as I leaned forward and gave Brian a kiss.
Brian placed a hand on the back of my hand and held me in the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back.
"Mmmmm." He licked his lips as he pulled back. "Strawberry kisses."
I just winked at him.
"Eat up, baby." He patted my thigh.
"That looks amazing on you." The lady helping me stated as I examined myself in the mirror. "It really brings out your eyes."
"Ya' think?" I asked, turning here and there to look at myself from every angle.
"Definitely." She nodded.
I didn't know how she figured that a blue sweater brought out my eyes since they were brown. Ofcourse, she did work on commission, so that explained that. Even though she was blowing smoke up my ass so I'd give her money, I had to admit that I loved the sweater and khakis I had on. HOwever, I lived in California. Wool sweaters and California were not appropriate. Then again, you never know when it might actually snow in California. Best be prepared for such things.
"I'll take 'em." I laughed to myself.
"Good deal." She smiled. "If you want to change, I'll ring them up for you."
"Alrighty." I replied and headed back into my changing room.
Luckily, Brian, Aaron and Booker had gone to get ice cream first thing, so I was left alone to shop my heart out. That was, until they found me and started to bug the shit out of me. However, I was going to have as much quality alone time I could until that happened. As soon as I had pulled off the pants and sweater, I handed them over the top of the door to the dressing room to the lady. She murmured something about waiting for me up at the check out counter, then was gone.
I dressed slowly, taking my time since I didn't have anyone rushing me. The lady helping me would show back up if I didn't dress quick enough, though, so I didn't poke about too much. When I got to the check out counter, after many stares and whispers from other shoppers, the lady had the clothes rung up.
"That'll be one-seventy-three twenty-nine." She chirped.
"Ow!" I teased as I pulled my wallet out to search for my ole pal Visa.
She kept her smile, but I know she was thinking 'yeah, right rich man'. I enjoyed that feeling.
"Thank you." She stated as I handed her the card and waited for her to cash me out.
Other customers were trying to point discreetly at me and whisper to their pals. Thank God I was an actor, otherwise I would have thought my pants had fallen down. It amazed me that no one asked for an autograph--but it didn't bother me.
"There ya' go." The lady brought my attention back to her as she laid the credit card receipt on the counter for me to sign.
As quickly as possible, I signed the receipt, grabbed my bag with a smile, and headed for the door. A day in the Beverly Center all alone with Visa. I almost creamed myself when I thought of all the possibilities. Standing outside of the store I just exited, I couldn't decide where to go next. I knew I needed accesories for my new outfit--but where to go for them? Suddenly, I had a terrible thought. I was upset. I really didn't feel too interested in any store at that moment. Had shopping lost all meaning now that I didn't have to shop on sales racks? Now that I could buy whatever I wanted, did I really want it?
"Daddy!" Booker ran up and wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me.
"Hey, buddy!" I was more than happy to see him.
"Hey, baby." Brian showed up as well, giving me a sticky kiss on the cheek.
"You're worse than the child." I laughed when Brian stuck his thumb in his mouth and then wiped the ice cream off he'd just gotten on my face.
"Sorry." He chuckled as he wiped my face.
"Matt, can I buy that coat over there?" Aaron pointed at a shop window.
I looked at the coat he was pointing at thru the window. It was leather, three quarter lengths, and really sharp looking. Too expensive, I thought to myself. I had to have it.
"How much is it?" I asked, trying to pry Booker off of my waist.
"Eight-fifty."
"Hell no." I laughed loudly. "You're not spending eight hundred and fifty dollars on a coat that you won't even wear."
"I told him the same thing." Brian stated, offering his ice cream cone to me.
I shook my head at his offer, making him take a lick for himself. "Listen to Brian next time and save yourself the time."
"You two suck." Aaron sighed, and plopped down on the bench I was standing by.
"Well, actually.." Brian began.
I slapped a hand over his mouth, getting more ice cream on my hand.
"Hush, baby." I stated, then pulled my hand away. "Please tell me you got some napkins.
Brian handed me one with a laugh.
"Wanna get some spring clothes, Booger?" I knelt down to look at him as I wiped my hand clean of Brian's ice cream spit.
"As long as I don't hafta shop with daddy." Booker looked up at Brian, then leaned towards me. "He picks out ugly stuff."
I brayed as Brian snarled down at us. Aaron even had to chuckle at that. A good time was had by all--except Brian.
"Alright." I stood and grabbed Booker's hand.
"Whatcha buy?" Brian asked as the four of us headed further into the mall.
"Just a sweater and khakis." I shrugged.
"That's it?" Brian cocked his head to the side. "I left you alone for fifteen minutes, and that's all you managed to buy?"
Aaron cackled loudly. "We'll have to take your tiara away, Matt."
"Both of you can be quiet now." I managed to not say something tacky in front of Booker. "I'm just not in the mood to splurge."
Brian stopped suddenly and grabbed his chest, pretending he was in pain.
"Booker?" I knelt down next to him, turning him to look at Brian. "See what Daddy's doing?"
"Uh-uh?" He looked up at me.
"It's called being a dork." I smiled wide. "Don't ever do it, k?"
"Okay, Daddy." He shrugged, not getting the joke.
"How about these, buddy?" I picked up a pair of tiny little cargo khakis from my mound-o-clothes outside the dressing rooms in Old Navy.
"Okay." Booker shrugged. "I'll try 'em on."
"I'll be right here if you need me." I winked at him, then swatted him on the butt as he headed towards his dressing room.
Brian and Aaron had deserted us once again to go look at some horrid sport store. My little gay heart stopped at the thought. Instead of following them, Booker and I opted to stay at Old Navy and update his warddrobe. I was just glad I was doing as well in my career as I was. I couldn't imagine having a growing kid with a tiny salary. They went thru clothes like no one's business.
People passing by gave double takes as they looked at me. Ofcourse, I was sitting "indian style" on the floor of Old Navy, with a huge mound of kid's clothes in front of me. It was a weird sight. However, I'd learned that with Booker, it was best to get all the clothes he'd possibly like, take them all to the dressing room, and go from there. Otherwise you'd be running from dressing room to clothes rack, and back and forth and so forth and so on. It saved alot of time to just get the "clothes picking" out of the way first.
Booker was so much like me it was scary. He usually shrugged off jeans for cargo pants, dress pants or khakis. Every now and then, jeans or jean shorts worked their way into his warddrobe. However, they had to have something special going on for him to consider it. He didn't go for the stuff that was "all the rave", either. He usually went retro or tried new stuff. My trendy little kid. I just knew he was gonna be a flamer when he grew up. Either that, or one fashionable rug muncher.
"Shit." I muttered as my cell phone began to ring and I went about the task of digging out of my pants pocket while sorting thru the mound of clothes.
"Matt?" Barbara asked before I even had a chance to say 'hello'.
"Yes'm?" I asked, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I looked for the next article of clothing for Booker to try on.
"Hey, sweetie." She started. "I was just calling to let you know that you have to be at the showcase an hour earlier than expected for make-up and hair. Dont' forget that."
"I won't."
"And, Brian's lawyers called. They want to know where you stand on the palimony agreement."
"Gotcha."
"Garrett reminded me that your brother was coming into town tonight at eight." She kep going. "Do I need to send a car for him?"
"No, we'll pick him up."
"Okay. Tomorrow is brunch with Garrett and myself. Bring the family." She stated, then just hung up.
She must have been in a hurry, I thought as I pulled the phone away from my ear and stuck it back in my pocket. I knew my luck was running out from the moment I arrive in the mall. As was unavoidable, while I was sorting thru clothes, I heard a woman's voice from above.
"Can I have your autograph?" She stated cheerfully.
"Huh?" I was in 'buying clothes' mode, so I hadn't quite heard her.
I looked up to see two teenaged girls staring down at me, pen and paper in hand. They looked like the cheerleading squad from high school. You know, the kids you wanted to beat up. One was blonde, the other brunette. But both were predictibly dressed in clothes from The Gap. The Gap isn't bad, unless you're a prep.
"We want your autograph." The brunette chirped, holding her pen and paper out to me.
"Oh, yeah, right." I chuckled sheepishly and took her pen and paper.
"We just looooooove your movies. They are like, so cool." The blonde stated, making me expecting to see her head bob back and forth. "When's your next one coming out?"
"Not until summer." I answered with a smile as I handed the brunette her pen and paper and took the blonde's.
"That totally sucks." The brunette added. "Are you gonna be on T.V. or anything?"
"Yeah! When are we gonna get a Matt fix?" The blonde backed her up.
"Um," I wondered if I should bring up Queer As Folk to the two teenaged girls,"I'm going to be on Queer As Folk."
Both of their eyes lit up as the blonde took her pen and paper back from me.
"Get out!" The brunette almost made me laugh at her dramatics. "We looooove that show."
"Justin's so hot, right?" The blonde asked the brunette.
"Definitely. And Brian? Oh my God!" The brunette squealed playfully.
"Well, I'm gonna be on that later in the season." I shrugged, smiling.
"When do you shoot?" The blonde asked quickly.
"Excuse me?" I was still in shopping mode and wasn't fully there in the brain department.
"Ya' know...film the show?" The brunette rolled her eyes.
"Oh, next month." I was glad I had finally caught on.
"That is soooo cool." The blonde nodded.
"Where's Brian?" The brunette interjected.
Do what?!? Why was the little preppy girl asking about Brian?
"Who?" I asked, trying to be coy.
"Brian Littrell, you know, Backstreet Boys?" They were losing all patience with me.
"Around, I guess." I shrugged, still smiling.
"Are you two dating? 'Cause that would be so cool." The blonde shocked me with her question. "That's so fashionable right now."
"Excuse me?!?" I squeaked.
"Homosexuality." The brunette was obviously amazed at my stupidity. "Everyone's doing it."
"I, um, I don't know.."
"We've even tried it." The blonde jab her thumb at her friend.
"Not for us, though. But atleast we can say we did it." The brunette giggled.
I didn't know what to say. Mainly I sat there, trying to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
"Well anyway, thanks." The brunette flipped her wrist, and they were gone.
Even as they were walking away, I was still stuttering for an explanation to the question posed to me. Luckily, Booker came back out of the dressing room, making me snap out of my spell.
"See Daddy!" He stated in that loud voice only children are capable of--the one that almost shatters the base of your spine.
"Jesus!" I almost jumped right up, clutching my chest.
"Cool, huh?" Booker walked over in front of me, showing off his new pants.
"Don't scare daddy like that." I laughed, still holding my chest as I looked at the pants. "Pretty cool, dude."
"Sorry Daddy Can I get 'em I really like them and everyone else has 'em." The kid didn't use punctuation when he was excited.
"Sure." I stated as I lifted his shirt, making sure the waist wasn't too tight, then turned him to make sure they were an okay fit. "Go try these on for me."
Booker's nose curled up when he saw the jean shorts.
"What?" I cocked my head to the side.
"I don't like those." He shook his head.
"Be a normal kid for once and try on something made of denim, k?"
"But they ugly."
"Summer's going to be here soon, and you need some shorts of some kind." I shrugged.
Booker had a solution apparently, as he snatched up a pair of cargo pants. "We can get these." He spoke quickly. "The legs come off."
"Okay." I conceded when I saw they zipped off at the knee. "You need some new shirts, too, bud."
"'Kay." Booker looked relieved that I gave up on the jean shorts, and stepped over to kiss my forehead.
"What's that for?" I chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
Sitting on the floor, I was just the right height for him to hug like that.
"'Cause." He giggled as I hugged him back, deliberately tickling his sides.
"Love you, buddy." I pulled back slightly to look at him.
"Love you, too." He stated as he let go.
"How about this shirt?" I held up the first thing I got my hands on.
"Daddy!" He laughed, making me look at what I was holding up.
"Oops." I chunked it back down. "No plaid."
(Part Twenty-One)
"Here. Now go play." I handed Booker a fistful of quarters.
"Thanks, Daddy!" He squealed, running back over to where Aaorn was waiting for him by the video games.
Brian had wandered off to find us a booth after he ordered our pizza. I had been out-voted on where to eat. Unfortunately, Booker, Aaron and Brian all three loved pizza and video games, so I was screwed. They all also liked Sprite to drink the most. No one wanted to share tea with me. I was beginning to think I'd have to kill them all. Either that or train them better.
"You can sit by me." Brian patted the seat next to himself as I slid into the booth across from him.
"It's easier to play footsie with you from here, though." I winked. "Besides, family establishment and all."
"Right, right." Brian rolled his eyes, then began digging thru his pockets. "Don't forget, your brother's flight comes in at eight-oh-five tonight."
I just nodded as I tore open a couple packets of Equal to put in my tea.
"Do you have any chapstick, baby?" Brian asked.
"I don't know." I shrugged, shaking the white powder into my drink.
"Well, look in your purse." He teased, gesturing at my backpack.
"You're a bitch." I sighed, giving my tea a quick stir. "Do I look like a woman? I mean, must you refer to it as my purse?"
Brian just rolled his eyes.
I began digging thru my backpack. "My purse--what crust. I mean, just because I keep more Maybeline than cash in it doesn't make it a purse."
Brian brayed. "I'll remember that."
"Here ya' go." I slapped a container of Carmex into his waiting hand.
"Baby, this stuff burns when you put it on."
"Just deal with it." I laughed.
"I know you have something else in there to use...."
"Oh lordy," I kept digging,"here. There's some regular ole cherry flavored shit for you."
Brian giggled as we exchanged chapstick containers and I zippered my backpack.
"What's that?" Brian pointed at my backpack as I zipped it shut once again.
"What?" I asked, looking down.
"That stack of papers in your backpack?" He smiled. "Are you looking at more scripts AGAIN?"
I wanted to physically slap myself in the forehead when I realized what stack of papers he had noticed. It was the palimony agreement. They'd been sitting in my backpack forever.
"Um, no." I tried the simple answer, hoping that would end it.
"What is it?"
I should've known Brian wouldn't go for that. "It's just--it's your palimony agreement."
I expected Brian's eyes to get wide. After the news I just dropped, I expected him to cuss me for not telling him I recieved it. Some type of emotional reaction would be nice.
"Oh." He shrugged.
Oh? That's it? Just nonchalantly blowing it off like I had a pack of M&M's sitting in front of me?
"Aren't you going to say anything about it?" I asked as he handed me back the chapstick.
"Like what?"
"Like, why didn't you tell me you had one written up?" I began. "I mean, it was sort of shocking to just get it by FedEx out of the blue."
"I'm sorry, baby." He reached over and patted my hand before taking a sip of his Sprite.
I rolled my eyes. Brian and I were quite a bit different when it came to what set off dramatics.
"It's alright, but why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I didn't figure it'd be a big deal. We did get married and all." He shrugged again. "I figured you'd have your lawyers look it over, sign it, all that noise."
"I don't have lawyers, Brian." I laughed, but not sarcastically. "I have Barb and Garrett."
"Maybe you should get one." He stated. "I mean, you don't even have an accountant."
He balked, trying not to laugh at his statement. Apparently, I was an amateur.
"So?" I snorted.
"Well, who's keeping track of the millions you've earned this last year? Why don't you pay quarterly taxes instead of yearly? Have you invested any of your money?" He prodded. "As your life partner, I should know these things, too."
"Oh bite..." I stopped myself from being flippant when I saw Brian cock his eyebrow at me.
I sighed, folding my hands on the table in front of me.
"We're all out of quarters, Daddy!" Booker squealed.
"Oh for...unh...sake." Brian made a grunting noise for the expletive as he dug into his butt pocket and got his wallet. "Here, take this to Aaron and have him get both of you more quarters."
Booker took the money from Brian and ran off happily. After he had shoved his wallet back into his pocket, he turned his attention back to me.
"Did you just give our son fifty bucks to play," I rolled my eyes,"video games?"
"That should keep them away for a half hour." He nodded.
"And you wanna know how I invest my money?" I chuckled, sinking back into my booth.
"Yes!" He nodded. "I want to know where you keep your millions. What if--God forbid--you died tomorrow, and your money were just left God knows where to fester?"
"It'd be worth three times as much when Booker was eighteen?" I shrugged.
"Well, how would I get it for him? What if I lost all my money and needed yours?" He continued.
"I keep one eighth in an interest baring checking account, another eighth in an interest baring savings account. One fourth is in a trust for Booker, collecting interest until he's eighteen. The rest is in the money market, stocks, etcetera." I stared at him as I gave my little speech. "Happy?"
"Very." He rolled his eyes at how much it took to get me to tell him. "Was that so hard?"
"Very."
"How did you set all this up if you don't have lawyers or accountants?" He seemed very interested all the sudden.
"Myself. And, well, Barb helped. She's got experience managing her own funds."
"Aw." Brian looked glassy eyed, then smiled. "I wish I had you around when I needed to set my finances in order."
I couldn't help but laugh at his goofy grin.
"Listen, Brian." I moved forward, leaning closer to him. "I don't mind you knowing about my finances, and I don't mind letting you have half of Booker, should we split up."
"Which we won't."
"Well, probably not. And I don't mind supporting you if you run out of money. I know you'd do the same for me." I conceded. "However, I just don't see why you felt like you had to sneak around behind my back and get a palimony agreement written up and have me sign it. I'm not so irrational that I'd let you live on the street if you went bankrupt. And I wouldn't deny Booker the priviledge of seeing you if we split up."
"You never know what would go thru our minds if we split up, though, baby. And I wasn't sneaking around. I thought you'd know that I'd have it written up. I didn't mean to give you the impression that I was sneaking around, okay?"
"Okay." I nodded.
"So, you gonna sign it?" He laughed.
"Yeah. I'll sign it and give it to Barb to send back." I replied. "By the way, I haven't read it all, who gets the house?"
"Actually, you do." He replied, moving forward. "I'm getting it as a gift for you, so if we split up, it should still be yours."
"You're just being waaaaaaaay too reasonable." I laughed, then ran my hand over his for a moment. "I like it."
"Thank you." He gave a teasing smile, then sat back.
I sat there for a second, then had a thought. "But, you know, if we split up..."
"Which we won't." He interjected.
"But if we did, you'd have to find a new place to live. I wouldn't. It doesn't seem fair. Maybe the thing should stipulate that we both have the right to stay in the house--or something."
"If we split up we'd just become roommates?" He snorted.
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Because I could totally see that turning into 'War Of The Roses'."
Both of us brayed at his joke.
"Well, just make sure we don't have chandeliers, k?" I teased.
"Good idea." He stated, then sipped his Sprite again.
The airport was rather slow for LAX. Especially for a Saturday evening. I'd go so far as to call it a "slow night". People milled about around souvenir shops, Starbucks and other choice spots, but for the most part, it was slow. Brian, the boys and I sat near the terminal, waiting for Marcus to show up. Brian and I were sipping on venti mocha Fraps from Starbucks while the boys drank Sprites. As always, I was passing the time by looking thru magazines I bought at the souvenir shop, trying to find anything about myself in them. It was a tedious task, but someone had to do it.
People had a snippet about me shopping at Pier 1 Imports, with a miniscule photograph in the front of the mag. US had another picture of me getting out of my car, on my way into the studio one morning. Entertainment Weekly had a series of three pictures of me in the Fashion section. Apparently I had worn the same ball cap three days in a row to the studio, and that was a big faux pas. I showered and got warddrobe and makeup at the studio. So excuse me for covering up bedhead!
"Anything interesting?" Brian leaned over to look at the open Entertainment Weekly.
"No." I closed the EW and held it up for him to look at the front. "E.W.--or as I refer to it, ewwwwwww."
Brian and Aaron laughed at my joke as I picked up Newsweek. "Won't find anything in HERE about me."
"You never know. You might named man of the year for your cover of Cosmopolitan." Brian winked.
"True that." I sighed.
"When's Unca Marcus gonna show up?" Booker stated in an impatient heavy breath.
"Any minute now." Brian looked at his wristwatch.
"So chill out, dude." I tweaked Booker's nose, not looking up from my magazine.
"Fine." Booker got huffy again and sat back in his seat.
What could I say, the kid got more difficult the closer it got to bedtime. He'd probably pass out before we got back home with Marcus. No chance of him playing with his uncle tonight, I thought to myself. That would probably be best. It'd give Marcus and I a chance to catch up on old times while he slept. And ofcourse, it'd give him a chance to meet Brian and get to know him. It was important to me that my brother knew about my lifestyle--and my partner. I hoped he didn't ask why he wasn't invited to the wedding.
"Daddy!" Booker squealed.
Right when Brian was about to respond to Booker's outburst, there was an announcement overhead that Marcus' flight was ready to unload. I couldn't have thanked God enough right at that moment. I didn't want Booker to be whiney when he saw his uncle again for the first time.
"That's us, Booger." I ruffled his hair. "He'll be coming out those doors right over there."
Booker's eyes shot to the terminal I was pointing at.
"I'm kinda nervous." Brian stood, watching the doors.
"No need to be." I reassured him as I stood up beside him. "He's just normal folk like me."
"One thing you aren't Matt--normal." He teased.
"Oh," I had to think for a reasonable term to use in front of Booker,"whatever."
"You're fun when you have to watch your mouth." Brian laughed as people began to come out of the terminal. "You can never come up with something witty unless it's vulgar."
"Bite me." I stated under my breath with a smile.
Brian brayed as we watched the crowd of folks pouring off the airplane. I was watching and waiting, but I wasn't spotting Marcus. However, I hadn't seen him in so long, it might take a few moments for me to realize I was looking at him. Amazingly, Booker didn't have any trouble locating Marcus. He spotted him as soon as he stepped off the plane. I would've thought after awhile, a kid Booker's age would forget someone. Booker was like me--not normal.
"Unca Marcus!!" He squealed so loudly people glanced at us.
"Wait, Booker!" I tried to reach out and grab him, but he dashed off too quickly.
Luckily, the terminal was only a hundred feet away. I was able to watch as he ran thru the crowd, stopped at Marcus' feet, and was scooped up by his smiling Uncle. Marcus and Booker exchanged a prolonged hug as the other three of us watched. Marcus' smile probably could've been seen from space. He looked extremely happy to see Booker again. I couldn't blame him, I liked the little kid a bit, too.
"That's your brother?" Brian was smiling, but speaking thru clenched teeth.
"Yeah. That's Marcus." I sighed, waving at Marcus when he finally spotted me.
He gave me a huge grin from across the sea of people milling about around him, then waved as he held Booker.
"You sure that's YOUR brother?" Brian turned to me, still smiling.
"Uh, yeah. Positive." I laughed.
"But, baby. Um...."
"What?" I turned to look at Brian, knowing he was shocked at seeing Marcus for the first time.
"He's, um, black."
TO BE CONTINUED....
Just one final author's note here, folks: Happy Birthday to Larry! A devoted fan and cyber-friend. I'll save him embarassment by mentioning how old he's going to be this year. However, I just wanted him to know how special his e-mails are to me. They definitely make me want to continue writing. So, Larry, Happy Birthday and many, many more! Smooches!