Author's Notes ***** Well, here is Chapter 22. This is two chapters in two weeks. I can't believe it. I hope everyone is enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. These characters seem to have taken on a life of their own, and sometimes it feels like the story is writing itself.

Now, I need to get up on my soapbox here for a minute. This will probably fill my inbox with all kinds of hate mail, but I need to say this. The other day, almost every author in the boy-bands section received an e-mail form a reader. The e-mail was basically a slam against JM for stating an opinion. And in my opinion, because everybody has one, he was way out of line. JM wrote a story review for Nifty News, and said what he felt about the story he was reviewing. There is nothing wrong with this. He stated an opinion, and for doing that the reader decided that he could do the same thing, but he went about it in the wrong way. The reader sat there and tore apart JM's story "Brian and Justin, & Just Beginning." Saying how is writing style was wrong and other things like that. How far fetched it was that they kept breaking up, and then getting back together five minutes later and how improbably the whole story line was. He basically ripped JM to shreds. There was something I learned a long time ago inan English class. It's called "A willing suspension of disbelief." If you don't know what that means, it's where the reader gives up what is an established belief, putting him/her self in the authors hands, and enjoying the story, novel, poem TV show, movie. Whatever it is. This is all fiction, and should be treated as such.

None of us are professional writers. We are doing this because we enjoy it, and it's something that comes out of our heads. So if he can't understand that, too bad. That's it. I'm done.

Before we get to the story, I have to thank a couple of people as usual.

SB. You're back. I'm so happy. I missed you man.

Ed, were going to get together and claw her eyes out together.

Brian. It was a coincidence. That's all. I laughed about it, then felt bad. Forgive me.

And last but not least, my little bro Josh. Dude, what can I say. If you didn't keep bugging me, people wouldn't be reading this right now. I love you bro.

Legal Disclaimer: This story is a total and complete work of fiction. It is nothing but a fantasy I have. It is not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of any of the people written about. In particular Kevin Richardson or Howie D. of the Backstreet Boys, David Boreanez, or any other celebrities mentioned. If homosexual acts between 2 males disturbs you or if you are under 18 or this material is illegal in your city, state, or country then you need to leave.

KEVIN & JORDAN

CHAPTER 22

"Goodbye Kevin, I love you," I said into the air, as I watched his plane pull away from the gate. Bringing back memories of another time, in another airport, with me saying goodbye to him a little over a month ago. The tears were spilling freely. I didn't even try and stop them. What was the point? I looked over at David, and saw that he was in the same condition as me. He looked at me and offered a weak smile. I did the same.

"You ready to get out of here?" He asked.

"Yeah, let's go," I replied, trying to wipe tears away.

We made our way out to David's car, and once we were in and on our way, I let my mind drift back to last night.

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We continued to kiss for a few minutes before separating ourselves.

"Wow!" I mumbled.

"Uhm...yeah...God, I'm going to miss that," Kevin said.

"I am too. Are you ready to talk about this? I think we need to," I asked.

"I know we do. We can't put it off like we did in Chicago, can we?"

"No we can't."

"So..." he started.

"So," I stated. "What are we going to do?"

"Okay. Here's the deal. We have a week in Orlando, and then we go to Sweden for two months to record. When do you finish for the season?" He asked.

"As far as I know, in about four weeks. That is as long as everything goes okay. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I was thinking, why don't you come and spend the second month with me?"

"Are you serious? You really want me to come and be with you?" I asked excitedly.

"Honey...of course I do," he said, taking the star on my chain in his hand. "Do you see this? This is to remind you of how much I love you when we are apart, but when we are together it is to let you know that I will always be there for you. To make you happy, to keep you safe, and to protect you. And the only way I can do that is if you are with me. So to answer your question, yes I want you to come and be with me. I know that I will be working a lot, but I'll still have time to spend with you. Please say that you'll come?" He asked, with puppy dog eyes.

"How can I say no to you, when you look like that. Of course I'll come. If you're sure the guys won't mind," I replied.

"Jordan, you know just as well as I do that they won't mind."

"Yeah, I do. But, I just wanted to hear you say it. Besides, I've never been to Europe, it'll be fun," I said with a grin.

"Good. Now is there anything else we need to talk about?"

"Well, now that you mention it, yes there is."

"What would that be?" He asked, with the same puppy dog grin he used earlier. Knowing what it did to me.

"Kevin, this will take us through the next two months. But, what happens after that. I mean you're going to be busy promoting the album, then you're going to be on the road. What happens then? What do we do about that?" I asked, getting tears in my eyes again. I was really starting to hate my emotions. They were really getting out of hand. "Plus, I have to go back to work in the fall."

"Jordan," he said, taking me in his arms. "Everything will be okay. We will figure something out. As long as we love each other, everything will work out. Okay?" He finished, as he lifted my face up with his fingers on my chin. "It's going to be okay," he said, bringing his lips to mine. Pulling away from me, he added, "I promise."

Wiping away the tears, I said, "I believe you. I really do. But, you know that there is only one thing that is going to get in our way."

"What's that?"

"Chad," I said, turning away from him. Somewhere deep in my mind I knew that he was still going to be a problem for us. The fact that he was on the show now made me even more certain he would be. And, as much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew he would be.

"Jordan, he's not going to." I couldn't listen to him, and I walked away.

"Yeah, it's me. I got the pictures"

"How good are they?"

"Good enough for what you want to do. I got some of them at both airports, and at dinner. They were even kissing in one."

"That's great. How soon can you develop them?"

"Give me a week, and you'll have your pictures. But, just remember that once you have them, I don't owe you anything. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just get me the pictures, and I'll never bother you again."

"Good."

Dial tone.

"David, come back to bed," Howie said, pleading.

"Huh?" David answered, turning from the window to look at Howie laying in his bed smiling.

"I said, come back to bed. I miss you, and I'm cold. I need you to keep me warm."

"I'm coming," David said, with a grin.

He made his way back to the bed, and climbed back in, and snuggled up with Howie.

"What time does your flight leave tomorrow?" He asked.

"Around two I think," he replied.

"Good. That gives us plenty of time to do this," David said, grabbing Howie, and pulling him on top of his body. Kissing him passionately.

"Ooh...I like this idea," Howie said, in between kisses.

The waves splashed at my feet as I stood there. How could I have left him there? How could I ignore the fact that the most wonderful man was there for me? He accepted what Chad had done to me, and it hadn't changed the way he felt. So why couldn't I get past it? Why couldn't I let myself be happy?

I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me, and instantly I felt better. Kevin's arms.

"I'm sorry," I said, as Kevin rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I know Jordan, I know. Now are you going to tell me why you walked away from me like that?"

"No reason. A lot of reasons. You, me, Chad. Everything, nothing. Look at me. I'm babbling," I turned in his arms as I said this. When I was done, I placed a light kiss on his lips.

"Care to explain all that?"

"Yeah. I guess I should, but first, let's go back to the blanket. I want to sit down.

We made our way back to where the blanket was. I was not looking forward to what was about to happen.

Running through every fear and reservation I had in my mind, I finally decided what it was I needed to say to Kevin.

"Kevin. I love you. I love you so much it hurts when I'm away from you, and that is what scares me. I'm afraid of what Chad is going to try. He's been good so far, but that's not going to last. I think that part of the reason why he hasn't tried anything yet, is because he knows that you are here. What happens when you leave?"

"Uhm...yeah. About that," he said, cutting me off from saying anything else.

"About what?" I demanded. "Kevin, please tell me you didn't do anything."

"Well. Me and Howie, well we kind of had a little talk with Mr. Allen about you."

"YOU DID WHAT?" I asked in surprise.

"Well, the other night, when the four of us were at the club, Howie and I ran into him, and I...umm...I sort of." he trailed off.

"You sort of what Kevin?"

"I sort of...uhm...hit him."

"Kevin, you didn't. Please, tell me you didn't."

He wouldn't look at me. "I can't do that. I'm sorry. I actually did worse than that."

"What? Tell me. Tell me all of it."

"I hit him yes. But I also, knephhhh...him in the...balslssls." he said with his hand covering his mouth.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. You fucking hand was in the way," I demanded.

"I kneed him in the balls," he admitted. You could hear the regret in his voice.

He still wasn't looking at me. I placed my hand on his cheek, and turned his face towards mine. I put my other hand on his face, and whispered "Thank you baby," and I kissed him. This was no ordinary kiss. I put every ounce of passion, energy, and love I had in me into that kiss.

I surprised myself by what I did next. I pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, and down his arms. I leaned in and kissed him again lightly, as I reached for the bottom of his shirt, and began to pull it up, and over his head.

"Jordan, what..."

"Shh...I'm not going to stop unless you really want me too."

No answer. Just a loving look from his beautiful green eyes.

I took my own shirt off and pushed him back so that he was lying down on the blanket, and lowered myself down on him. Leaning my head down, I started to nibble on his ear lobe, and was rewarded with a slight moan from him. I continued my way behind his ear to that little spot that I knew drove him crazy. The same place that had the same effect on me.

"I love you," I whispered into his ear.

Howie and David lay together, wrapped in each other's arms. Just enjoying being next to each other.

"We're going to make it through this, aren't we?" Howie asked.

"Of course we are. Are you worried?" David asked in return.

"A little. Are you?" Howie asked back.

"More than you know. I know that I shouldn't be, but I can't help it. I'm just afraid that some cute European guy is going to turn your head, and steal you away from me," David explained.

"David, nothing is going to happen. I swear. I am going to be faithful to you. Nobody could take me away from you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now make love to me," Howie demanded.

Working my way down Kevin's defined chest, I kissed every part of it. I kept going until I reached the waistband of his pants, and started to undo the button and zipper. I began to pull his pants down, until they were off, and he lay there in just his boxers.

I started to lick his now hard cock through the boxers. All I could hear from Kevin was moans. I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off to free his hard member. Getting them off, I returned to my task. I took all of him in my mouth and just rested for a second, getting used to the size of him in my mouth. I began to move up and down on it. Lightly dragging my teeth across his skin. This encouraged another set of moans to escape from his lips. I pulled my mouth all of the way back up to the head of his penis, and sucked on it.

I completely got off of his cock, and traced a line downward with my tongue until I reached his balls, and took first the left and then the right into my mouth, and rolled them around. Trying my best to keep him turned one. The moans and gasps escaping his lips let me know that I was doing a good job.

I stood up, and started a slow little striptease, and undid the button of my pants, and let them fall to the ground. I knew that I was going to regret this later, when there was sand in our clothes, but at that point and time, I didn't care, and I don't think that Kevin did either. I looked at him lying there, and fell in love with him all over again.

Standing there in just my boxers, while he lay there naked, my mind drifted back to the day that I had met him, and everything that had happened. Granted we had moved fast, but I didn't regret a moment of it. I loved him and that was all that mattered. As long as I knew that he loved me too, I knew that I could get through anything. Even Chad.

I lowered my boxers, and stood there naked in front of him. I dropped to my knees, and took him in my mouth again. I did everything that I could with my mouth to make him feel good. Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I had to have him in me. I moved up and kissed him. I pushed my body down so that the head of his cock was at my hole.

Kevin started to say something, but I silenced him, by putting my lips onto his. I pushed back a little harder, and felt the head of his penis enter me. I groaned in pain, but it was worth it. I pushed back a little more, and took him inside of me.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Because I love you, and I want to make you happy."

"You don't have to do this to make me happy Jordan. Just being with you makes me happy."

"Then how about, I'm horny, and I want to make love with my boyfriend."

"That works too."

Nothing else was said, as I started to move up and down on his hard cock. It felt so good. I started to move faster, and faster, when Kevin suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He started pushing into me with so much force. Like he had never done this with me. It was incredible. I wrapped my legs around him, and locked them behind his back. Pulling him into me even tighter.

While all of this was going on, he had reached down and taken my dick in his hands, and was stroking it. With all of the sensations going through my body, I didn't know how much longer I could last. I felt incredible. This had to be the best sex we had ever had. Well, except for that first night that we made love.

Get your mind back to the present Jordan. Don't think about that, think about right now, and what he is doing for you, I thought.

"Kevin harder," I grunted.

"You sure, baby?"

"Kevin, just do it. I need to feel it baby."

He didn't need any more encouragement than that, as he plowed into me for all that he was worth. At the same time, he was stroking me, and brought me close to orgasm. I don't think that he was too far away from it himself.

We got ourselves down to a rhythm. I pulled him into me with my legs, and when he went into me, he went up on my cock. When he pulled out, he went down on my cock. This lasted a couple of minutes, before we were both at the point of orgasm. Neither of us could last very much longer.

"Kevin, I'm getting close."

"I know, I am too."

"Yeah baby, come on. I need to feel you cum in me."

"Oh...Jordan...I'm...I'm...gonna...baby."

"Kevin, just shut up, and do it."

"JORDAN," he screamed, as he began to cum.

"Yeah baby, do it...give it to me."

"I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming. You feel so good. God I love you."

As he said this, he kept stroking my dick, and I started to cum with him. It splattered all the way up my chest. As Kevin was coming down from his orgasm, he leaned down on me and licked up the cum up off of my chest and stomach, and kissed me. Sharing the taste of my own juices with me.

As we lay there together, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. How incredible he made me feel. How happy I was.

"I do love you, you know," I said.

"I know you do Jordan. And I love you too. I always have, and I always will. You are the most important thing in my life, and even when we are apart you will still be the most important thing."

"Thank you. Thank you for saying that. You didn't have to, but thank you. You don't know how much that means to me. After Chad, I never thought that I could trust anybody again. But you...you...made me realize that I can, and I do. You Mr. Kevin Richardson made me realize what love really is, and what it means to be in love with somebody. And, I am so in love with you.

Three hours later, we were back at my house in LA. We had worked through all of the fears that we both had about us being apart. We knew that it was going to be hard, but we would get through it.

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David and I made our way back to my house. Neither of us saying much to the other. I think that we both wanted to, but didn't know where to start. We both had the same thoughts running through our heads. I reached out to change the radio station, while looking at David and getting a nod from him indicating that it was okay.

I was turning the dial, when I hear the opening notes of a song that I knew all to well. David looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you want to hear this right now?"

"Yes I do. I think that I need to. I know it doesn't mean that much to you, but he wrote this for me. I don't know how they got a copy of it this quick, but I need to hear his voice. It's the only way that I know that I'm going to be okay." The music was going, and then I heard his voice. Just hearing it did what I thought it would for me. It made me confident that he really did love me, and that we would be together again soon. I just had to make it through the next five weeks. I knew now that I would never be able to get his song out of my head. It was coming up to my favorite part of the whole song.

In the deepest heart of a lost soul

The secret still remains

Holding on to memories

That this world can't explain

But love can change

"I understand Jordan. I really do. I just wish that Howie's voice was there too."

"David, if you want Howie's voice, I have all of their CD's at my house, and you can borrow any of them that you want," I said, trying to take his mind off of the subject at hand.

"Jordan, do you realize that what we have gotten ourselves into with these two?"

"If you mean the fact that we are both dating a Backstreet Boy, yes I do. If you're asking if I know that I'm dating Kevin Richardson the man, yes I do. The man that I'm dating is the most kind hearted, the most caring, and the most devoted person that I've ever met. And I will do what ever it takes to make sure that he knows that I'm the same kind of person. I have a feeling that over the next few weeks, you and I are going to become real good friends."

I explained to him what Kevin and I had decided to do, me going to be with him, and how we were dealing with what was going to happen when we were apart. He said that he and Howie had talked about the same things, but due to the fact that he was getting ready to start his own series, he wouldn't be able to go and see him for the same amount of time as me. But he would try and take a week here and there to go to Europe.

Once I got to my house, I called Phil. We agreed to meet later that evening. I had told him that I was going to be too tired to see him tomorrow night, so we agreed that I would go over to his house, and have dinner with him.

Pulling into Phil's driveway, I got out of the car, went to the door and knocked. There was no answer after a couple of minutes, so I tried the handle. The door opened, and I stepped in.

"Hey Phil, I'm here," I called out. Again there was no answer. I made my way through his house looking for him, and walked into the living room.

"Oh My God..."

I hate to say it but,

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