Disclaimer stuff: I don't know the Backstreet Boys, I doubt that I ever will, I'm not denying the eligibility of Kevin and Kristin's marriage, but I can hope can't I? I am not making any assumptions about the sexuality of the BSB or any other celebrities who may appear in this story, they are merely the product of my imagination and their appearances, lifestyles and careers happen to bear a striking resemblance to those of the real life celebrities they resemble.
Right, now I'd like to make a couple of recommendations, especially for anyone who's about to start writing on the archive: Forever (my Holy Grail!), Josh and Just, My New Life, JC's Hitchhiker, Reformation, Get Another Boyfriend, and there are so many others I can't think of now, though I'm sure I'll think of them at some point, and add them to the list.
Finally, there's all the stuff about me being English, so if something doesn't make sense, then I'm sorry but it was our language first and you changed it, so don't blame me! Hope to hear from lots of people on this chapter, it's quite long, so anyway, on with the story:
On The Streets - Part 12
I realised while I was sitting on the deck with Kevin that I didn't actually know where the tour was going. I knew we were heading across the channel to France and so there would probably be at least one concert in France, but Kevin was still to inform me of the other destinations. "Kevin, where are we going on tour?" He looked at me surprised for a second and with a confused expression on his face.
"You mean no-one told you what our itinerary was?" I shook my head no. I don't know who he thought this imaginary person was who was going to tell me their itinerary, but I should think the others expected him to tell me, so I waited expectantly for him to go on. "Ok...we first visit France where we go to Paris and Lyons and I think that's it, then we go to Germany playing at Berlin, Bonn and Munich, then we go to Spain to play at Madrid and Barcelona, then to Italy." His eyes lit up when he said Italy and I could see he was looking forward to going there. "We get a long time in Italy, we play at Rome, Naples and Milan, but we spend 10 days there, so we get some time off for sightseeing. I always make sure that we get some time off whenever we go there." He was smiling at the thought of visiting Italy. "Um, then we head up to Norway and Sweden and I think Finland, playing in each of their capital cities, I don't think we're going to Denmark this time. Then we're going to Russia, I think we spend Thanksgiving there, so we only have like one concert because of the celebrations, and then we head off to a few countries in Asia, I can't really remember our itinerary much after Russia. I think we see Australia and New Zealand, oh yeah and we spend quite a bit of time in China. Ok? Got it now?" My head was spinning. I didn't know we would be travelling so much and so far so quickly! Kevin chuckled when he saw my expression. "Don't worry, you don't really need to remember what country we're in. Most of the hotel workers speak English in every country anyway, so you just have to remember when we go out sightseeing or whatever." I nodded my head.
I suddenly remembered where we were and also the fact that I was freezing cold, despite wearing Kevin's leather jacket. I was shivering. "Can we go inside?" Kevin smiled at me and nodded. We walked in through the main deck doors and went down a flight of stairs. I loved these cross-channel ferries even though I'd only been on two before - they were like floating hotels - every amenity you could imagine and more - there were arcades which is where we found Nick, restaurants, where we found A.J. and Howie, and places to relax which is where we found Brian spread out over three chairs reading a book - 'How to speak French'. I thought this was quite amusing and went over to Brian. "Ca va?" I asked as I pulled the book down so I could see his face.
"Ca va bien, merci!" He smiled back proudly.
"Comment t'appelles-tu?" I asked Brian.
"Je m'appelle Brian!" He answered again, in what was probably the worst French accent I'd ever heard, though he still had a big grin on his face.
"Ou est-ce que tu habites?" I asked.
"Errrr, J'habite a Florida." He answered again.
"Qu'est-ce que tu fait?" I asked. Brian just looked stumped. I smiled at him. "Carry on reading!" He chuckled back.
"How do you know how to speak French?" Brian asked.
"Since Britain joined the EU, every school child has to learn how to speak French and has the option to learn to speak German or Spanish if they choose." I answered.
"Oh. Ok. I'll just carry on learning." He chuckled back. I took the book from his hands for a second and looked inside.
"I'm surprised you managed to learn so quickly so well, these books are normally pretty rubbish."
"Yeah well, what can I say." We both shrugged and Kevin and I walked off.
"You know I think a guy who can speak foreign languages is very sexy." Kevin whispered in my ear. I giggled for some reason - I can't remember the last time I giggled. And I blushed! I can't remember ever blushing! We walked around the corner and saw a Bureau de Change. This was our last chance to change our money before we got to France, so I decided to do so. Kevin took out a couple of £50 notes as well to change them.
"You know you need your passport to change money here don't you?" I said to Kevin. He looked surprised. "Don't you need it in America as well?" He shook his head. "Here, if you give me those I'll change them for you." I tucked both my money and Kevin's money into the back slot of my European passport and handed it over to the cashier who handed back a few notes and coins. I swept them all into my hand and after looking up at the exchange rate I handed Kevin back the amount corresponding to what he had given me.
"Can I see your passport?" Kevin asked. I shrugged and handed it to him. I have dual nationality - my father was and still is an Italian citizen and I was actually born while on holiday over there, so when I came back to England with my parents I had to claim British citizenship too. But, because of the European Union, and the fact that you can be classed as a European citizen, they weren't bothered with me retaining both citizenships. The Eurozone passports are actually quite cool - dark blue with the 12 stars of the European Union on them and all your necessary ID inside. Kevin handed it back. He apparently didn't have his passport - once you were inside the EU you could travel around without one, so their management held onto their passports for them. The only problem would arise if one of them wanted to buy something really expensive, but then I'm sure their American ID's would suffice. "These Euro notes look really cool, but I think I preferred the old fashioned European money."
"Yeah I know what you mean, but this money makes it easier to spend money anywhere in Europe, and it tends to have brought the price of things down slightly." I answered. Kevin just nodded and we carried on walking until we found another restaurant where a lot of the management types were sitting eating. One of the tables had four seats but only two of the men in suits sitting at it and the men quickly invited Kevin over. I followed behind him, and the men eyed me quickly before inviting Kevin to join them. Kevin pulled me down into the chair next to him so that we were each facing one of the men in suits. Kevin introduced one of them as Robert Harringer and one of them as Gil Polanski. I shook each of their hands and the three of them started talking. We only had a half hour left of the ferry ride to France. I started looking around, not really interested in what the three of them were saying. I noticed little things like the amazing view out of the windows in the restaurant, which faced sort of to the front and sort of to the side of the ship, so that you could see the approaching coast of France. It was a surprisingly clear day considering it was already October. There was dim lighting in the restaurant, most of the light coming from the windows, and although the day outside was bright and the view was clear, it was overcast. There was a self-service section where you could pick up a tray and then go along to a server and pick up plates of food as you required. There was also a cash register which was at the end of the servers. The old woman sitting behind it looked thoroughly bored. The rest of the restaurant was quite smartly decorated with dark wooden chairs and dark green upholstery, the floor was carpeted. The only thing I noticed was the unfortunate smell of cleaning fluid which pervaded through the entire restaurant.
"Jared? Jared?" I heard Kevin asking quite insistently behind me. When I broke out of my trance, I shook my head and looked at Kevin questioningly with my eyebrows raised. "Jared, the guys here were asking you where you went to school. Robert went to school in England before coming to the States."
"Oh, err, I went to a private school in North London until I was 18, and then I moved to University College London where I took my degree in English Literature." I couldn't actually remember which one of the two was Rob, so I sort of kept my eyes fixed on the table in front of me. Kevin touched my arm and stood, I followed him and we walked out of the restaurant. We walked back to a place similar to the one where Brian had been resting. There were very few people in here. We sat down in opposing seats.
"What's the matter Jared? Is there something wrong? It's just you seemed very distracted while we were talking to those guys and then you didn't look at them while you were talking to them."
"The truth is Kev, I still feel kinda awkward around them, I mean they are basically my new bosses and I haven't actually had a boss in a long time, and I'm kinda wondering what I'm gonna say if one of them asks me what I did before I joined the tour. But actually the reason I didn't look at them while I was talking to them was because I couldn't remember which one was Robert." I looked at Kevin sheepishly and he snickered at my confusion.
"Ok, well that explains that, but Jared I don't want you to feel nervous around them. Consider this, they've never fired any of our assistants or instructors or anyone who has any contact with us without consulting us first - if they fire somebody who we like then it might disrupt our performance, and that's the last thing they want, so you can consider your job basically secure as I'm definitely not gonna say that I don't want you on tour anymore. So just talk to these management guys, who knows you might like some of them! Please Jared, I know it's kinda overwhelming, but please do it for me?" I nodded and took a deep breath. I looked out the window to the side and behind Kevin and noticed we were pulled into Calais.
"Oh yeah, Kevin, I need to talk to Fatima, do you know where she'd be?" Kevin looked confused for a second, then rembembering my duties had to do with their performance as well, he suggested that we look for her in the tour buses - she might have stayed on them in the bunks rather than coming up. We did indeed find Fatima and the other dancers on the second bus in the hold of the ferry. They were sitting at the table in the bus' kitchen area talking. Kevin said he'd leave me to it and he went back to our bus. I sat down with Fatima and started talking. I found her surprisingly easy to talk to. The other dancers were pretty cool too - apparently they all already knew about my relationship with Kevin and they assured me they were ok with it and they also reiterated what Nick had said about his relationship with Kristin - how it was all a set up by the record company and they were just friends. I did however see envy in one or two of the female dancers' eyes. Apparently Kevin was not without his admirers. I then went on to talk to Fatima about some of the things I noticed at the concert - Nick skipping steps, A.J. missing a step or two and I spoke to her about Kevin, but assured her that I would be checking his diet though I didn't tell her about how he felt - I just told her that he'd forgotten to eat. She was grateful for the information - she hadn't come to the final concert, but she said she'd work with Nick on some of the steps to make sure he caught up.
"Oh yeah, is there anything you want me to work on with the guys - do they need to strengthen any part of their bodies for any steps, or do they need to work on flexibility - I can do that if necessary? If it would help their performance, they could lose a bit of weight too, but they seem to be ok on that front." I asked her, seeing if she had any suggestions for my work as well.
"Hmmm, yes, there is something you could do...Brian, he has great difficulty when he is in the harnesses. He cramps because he is not flexible enough." I chuckled at the thought of that. It must be terrifying being 15 metres up, flying through the air and suddenly you get cramps. "Oh, and they could all do with being a little fitter, they tend to slow down at the end of performances, and if they could keep up in rehearsals for longer I'm sure their performances would improve." I nodded. This was roughly what I expected to hear.
"Ok then, it was good meeting you all. Um, I guess we'll see you all once we get to the hotel in Paris?" They nodded and murmured their goodbyes. Then I left and walked to the other bus where Kevin was waiting. He was lying on one of the couches in the lounge area. The hi-fi behind him was blaring out some music and he was looking at a small, dark purple, velvet box. "Hey Kevin, what's that you're looking at?" He jumped when he heard my voice and started to tuck the box under the cushions, but it was too late. I smirked at him and he looked sheepishly up at me. He pulled out the box and with a sigh held it open to me and inside were two silver bands. "What are these?"
"One of them was going to be a present to you. I was going to save it for your birthday, but I guess you caught me, it's just a ring to show you how much I care for you. I really do love you Jared. I hope that we get closer still while we're on tour, and that you'll come back with me to America."
"Of course I will Kevin, I couldn't think of anything better than coming back with you to America." He smiled broadly and pulled out of one the rings. He took my right hand and put it on the ring finger. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly, snug enough not to slip or spin too much, but loose enough to not cut off the blood to my finger. I asked Kevin how he managed to get it to fit so perfectly. He told me he'd actually guessed by looking that we were the same size.
"I can normally estimate sizes pretty good just by looking." He said as he slipped on his ring.
"Oh yeah? So how big is this?" I said as I pointed to my groin. I was grinning broadly. Kevin came close to me and cupped my cheeks in his hands and kissed me passionately on the lips and held me there as our tongues searched each others' mouths. I lost myself in the moment, and Kevin pulled back.
"It's perfect size for me, however big it is." Then he moved in again for another kiss and held me close and the kiss deepened and I ran my hands up and down his back. Then I heard some catcalls and whistling and clapping coming from the entrance to the bus. Kevin pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. We both turned slightly so that the sides of our heads were now together and looked to see the guys coming onto the bus. A.J. and Nick were clapping at the front, Howie was doing catcalls and Brian was whistling. Kevin and I both chuckled and pulled back before sitting on the couch. Nick sat down opposite.
"Hey Kev! You gave him the ring early?" Nick asked as he sat down across from me.
"Yeah, he came into the bus and caught me checking them out." He shrugged his shoulders and then looked over to me and smiled. "I don't care I'll just have to get him something else for his birthday."
"You don't have to do that Kevin, hey, wait a minute, how do you know when my birthday is?" I asked confused.
"When you filled in the forms on front of the contract they asked for your birth date, and I checked it in your passport when we changed our money." He smiled back at me. I shook my head at his 'detective' skills.
"Hey did you guys change your money?" Nick asked. The other guys had gone back to the kitchen or bunk areas. Kevin and I both nodded to Nick. "Hey can I see some of those Euro coins? I haven't seem them since they were only introduced this year." I handed Nick the coins I had in my pockets and Kevin took out a couple of different notes. Nick looked closely at the coins. They were obviously all French Euros except for one I think which was an Italian one. Nick handed back the money and we sat in silence for a while. I fiddled with the ring on my finger. It was quite a thick ring. It covered most of the finger up to the first knuckle. It was pleasing to the touch - cold and smooth, like when you rub your hands over a coin or something.
"Oh yeah, I spoke to Fatima about starting your guys' fitness regime." I said to no-one in particular. Howie and Brian had just poked their heads back into the lounge area. "It appears you guys could all do with improving your fitness a little, and some of you need to improve your flexibility to stop getting cramps." I didn't want to embarrass Brian, so I didn't actually repeat Fatima's words.
"Yeah, that would be Brian!" Nick said from the other couch. I looked up at him and glared at him.
"Actually Nick it was you." Nick looked up with a shocked expression on his face. The other guys started chuckling.
"It's ok Jared, everyone knows I'm the one who gets the cramps." Brian said with a sheepish expression on his face.
"Oh, well once we get into Paris, I'm gonna find a health club nearby that has a trampoline we can use. Considering some of the stuff you do in those harnesses, I think that's probably the best form of training for you." Brian nodded and he and Howie went back to another part of the bus. Kevin got up too.
"Do you want anything to drink you two?" Nick asked for a coke and I asked for a water. He walked out to get them.
"You know we're gonna have to get you off drinking so much coke as well." Nick got a little smirk on his face and suddenly jumped up and ran over to me and was kneeling in front of me.
"No! No! You can't take away our coke! No you can't do it! It's not human." After he saw that his little 'beg' didn't have any effect he stood up and let out an exasperated sigh and when he saw the raised eyebrow on my face, he smirked and sat down again.
"O...k, well, after that little episode... when do you want to start your lessons?" Nick looked up again with a hopeful look in his eyes.
"As soon as we can, I mean we could start this evening right?" I nodded. "Cool, oh yeah, and Brian told me you spoke French, is that true?" I nodded again. "I don't suppose you could teach me that at the same time could you?" I laughed.
"You don't like to make things easy on yourself do you Nick?" He smirked and shook his head. Kevin came back with the drinks and handed them out.
"You know Nick here wants to learn French Kevin." I told him.
"Yeah, you know why he does don't you?" I shook my head. "He wants to beat Brian, he wants to be able to insult Brian in French, and swear in front of people without them knowing that he's swearing." Kevin laughed and got a swift kick in the shin from Nick. "Hey! It's true!"
"Doesn't mean you have to say it!" Both of them started laughing and I joined in. Very soon we were practically flying across the French countryside. I love French motorways. It's been a while since I was on one of them, but they have something like a 120 km/h speed limit, which is not really checked very often, so basically we were in a tour bus going down a motorway at about 140 km/h. It was a little nerve racking to say the least, but Kevin and I sat together on the couch. I had pulled out the Backstreet Boys book I had bought in the book shop in London and was reading through it, somewhat amazed at the extent of their fame and how many records they had sold.
"Hey you look a helluva lot younger here!" I pointed a picture out to Kevin.
"Yeah, that was on the set of 'I'll never break your heart'. That was years ago now." I looked up at the picture, then to Kevin, then back to the picture again.
"I think I prefer you with your goatee. It makes you look more masculine. And, do you not wear your earrings anymore?" He shook his head. "No, I think I prefer you without them. The natural look suits you more." I smiled at him, then pulled his chin in for a kiss. I looked into his eyes and saw the depth in them, they truly were an incredible pair of eyes. "Who are N'Sync? It says in here that they're you're main competitors, but I've never heard of them." Kevin's eyes widened.
"GUYS! GUYS! Come in here NOW!!!" Kevin started shouting. The other four came running through and A.J. almost tripped up on the way in. Kevin stood up and pointed to me. "You've got to hear this - Jared, can you say what you just said to me?"
I looked around for a second, feeling pretty stupid, then I looked at the guys and said: "It says in this book that N'Sync are your main competitors, who are they? I've never heard of them before." The guys all had the same reaction as Kevin, and a couple of them started laughing. A.J. started jumping up and down in the air and Kevin was looking down at me smiling. "What? What did I say?" Kevin pulled me up to my feet hugged me and placed a huge kiss on my lips.
"Sorry Jared, but in America, you can't go anywhere without hearing about N'Sync. They just get into everything, and they do sometimes, well, actually quite often beat us in sales or at award shows, and it just...annoys us a little. It's quite refreshing to hear from somebody who doesn't even know who they are." Kevin answered me back.
"Well bear in mind that I don't really know that much of your music and I never really said I liked it much!" The guys suddenly stopped dancing and looked at me with fierce expressions on their faces. I backed off a bit.
"Hold on! Yes you did, you said you liked 'The One'!" Brian said. I smiled and looked back at the guys and shrugged - I had been caught - I did quite like their music. The other four gradually filed out again. Kevin and I were left in the lounge area again.
Finally we were approaching the centre of Paris. The suburbs gave way to industrial sections and finally to the commercial centres. We even went down the Champs-Elysees. I noticed that the other buses didn't follow us down there, and Kevin explained how it was a publicity thing - lots of people pointed at the bus which had Backstreet Boys World Tour printed on the side. Going down the main boulevard in Paris was just a way of telling people that we were here. It seemed a bit stupid to me - surely the guys wanted to be left alone and all the tickets were sold by now anyway, so what was the point.
It was Sunday afternoon by the time we arrived at the Paris hotel. There were three floors dedicated to the Backstreet Boys and their entourage - it worked exactly like the buses - security and management had rooms on the lowest floor, though from what I understood security spent about half their time at the stadium or with the guys anyway, the back up staff like dancers, make up and so on were on the middle floor, and the guys had suites on the top floor. When we got in - we were the last bus to arrive, Kevin collected the keycards and handed them out. He gave me a keycard and kept one for himself. I looked up at him, confused.
"But... but...why?" I thought he was throwing me out.
"Don't worry, it's so that the hotel workers don't realise what's going on, you can dump most of your bags in your room then come up to mine, it's actually useful - we don't really unpack and the bags tend to get in the way, so this way, we'll have more room and I suppose we'll have two bathrooms." We stepped into the lift. "Not that I hope we'll ever need two bathrooms." He added parenthetically with a smirk on his face. Once we were in the lift and the door was shut, the guys all stood with their backs against one of the mirrored walls of the lift. "I've been wanting to do this since we got off the bus." Kevin said, then swung around and kissed me passionately - we'd only been off the bus a minute!
"Ewwww, guys! Get a room." Nick said. Kevin pulled back and we both held up our keycards.
"We've got two!" We said simultaneously. The guys chuckled at that. The doors opened at the support staff floor, the eighth floor of the hotel and I got off. Kevin grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, and held my chin in his hands as he kissed me tenderly on the lips. "See you soon." He whispered before the other guys all pulled him into the lift. I walked along the corridor to my room and pushed the keycard into the lock. I tried to turn the handle, but it wouldn't turn. I shook it a bit and still it wouldn't turn. I took the keycard out and checked the number. I had the right card, so I tried it again. The light didn't flash green, something was wrong with my card, so I decided to take it down to the reception and ask if they had a spare or could send someone up. As I was about to head off for the lift, Fatima came out of her room opposite.
"Hello, Jared, I was just heading down for something to eat, would you like to join me?" She asked in her somewhat deep voice.
"Um, well Fatima, I would, but I can't seem to open my door, I was just about to go down to reception and see if they had a spare keycard."
"Really? Here let me try." She swiped the keycard from my hand and pushed it into the lock, removed it, the light turned green and she twisted the handle. The door swung open revealing a room with pale yellow walls and beige carpeting, bathed in light from the large windows opposite. I looked at Fatima with surprise.
"Oh, um sorry, I haven't been in many hotels to stay in my own room much recently, I guess you have to, to know how these things work." Fatima smiled back at me.
"Jared, it's ok, Kevin told me what you used to do before you joined us. I am closer to Kevin than the others. I have been doing the boys' choreography for years now and when I first started, Kevin was the only one who took it seriously. We talk - a lot. He's told me everything."
"Oh." I must have looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights, was she really ok with me? Was she going to treat me differently to the other support staff because she knew my past, or worse, was she going to pass on this information to someone else?
"Jared, don't look so worried all the time. I'm fine with it, Kevin loves you, which is a shining recommendation if I do say so, and the other guys seem to respect you. I'm not one to dwell on the past - now get over it. Dump your bags now, you're joining me down in the restaurant. I half-threw, half-dropped the bags into the room and shut the door, making sure I had my key card, then I walked towards the lift with Fatima. "Oh, and another thing Jared, stop calling me Fatima, all the other guys call me Tima, just call me that." I was actually struggling to keep up with her - she must have been 3 inches shorter than me, but she seemed to have very long, very powerful legs. We reached the lift, and I followed her down to the lobby. We crossed over and walked into the smartly decorated restaurant. It was obviously not meal time - there were very few people in here, and the only food available was from a buffet counter which ran along one wall. Tima and I both picked up plates and started picking up food. I love French food almost as much as I love Italian and I picked up crepes and cheese and even some snails which were served in a large bowl - they were probably not real snails, but who cares? They tasted good either way, I tried one while we walked along the counter. We went over and sat down. Tima had as much food on her plates as I had on mine, and I thought I was pigging out! After about 5 minutes of heavy eating, Fatima started talking, about the tour, about past tours and her experiences on them, I listened avidly, seeing if I could pick up any dirt on the guys, or hear any funny stories about them. But, alas, she apparently wasn't one to gossip, and the stories were basically just that - stories of what happened, with none of the juicier details included. I told her a bit more about my past. Apparently Kevin had been inclusive - put in every little fact about me that I had told him when he talked to her. Kevin hadn't included the fact that I didn't know who the Backstreet Boys were though - the episode in Kevin's bedroom when the guys sung to me was new gossip to Fatima and she drank it right up. We had been down in the restaurant about 40 minutes by now. When I told her about the expressions on the guys faces she started laughing, a deep hearty laugh, that came from deep in her diaphragm.
"Oh, I can just imagine Nick's face!" She said in between guffaws. She put on a funny face that looked a little fish like - wide eyes, upturned mouth, hanging half open. We both started cracking up, and we got a few funny looks from the other restaurant patrons.
"Humph!" I heard behind me. I turned and saw Kevin standing in a dark blue t-shirt and blue jeans. He had his hands on his hips and a look a wide-eyed stare of anger in his eyes, though I saw them twinkling and I knew he wasn't really angry. I smiled back at him.
"Yes, Kevin?" I asked, drawing out the words to add to his annoyance.
"I've been waiting upstairs for you for an hour now! When you didn't show up I went looking for you and one of the dancers said you'd come down here with Tima, I'd been waiting for you! And I was horny as hell!"
"Kevin! Ladies present." I scolded him.
"Ha! Tima's as much a lady as A.J. is!" Tima and Kevin both chuckled at that. Kevin went over and sat down next to Tima, diagonally opposite from me. "Though I am actually pretty hungry. Thank you!" He said as he took a couple of sausages off Tima's plate. She whacked the back of his hand with her knife and he dropped one of them which she swiftly grabbed and ate, while he munched on the other one. Kevin smirked, and I just shook my head at their silliness. Kevin and Tima were obviously very close friends, I was glad I got off to a good start with her. We sat there for another half hour or so, talking. Finally Kevin stood up. "Come on, I've got something to show you, upstairs." Tima and I both raised an eyebrow at him, and he instantly blushed. "NOT THAT!" He shouted, and he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the restaurant while I shouted goodbye to Fatima.
"So, what did you want to show me?" I asked Kevin once I joined him in the lift.
"The Jacuzzi in our bedroom." Kevin smiled back.
"We have a Jacuzzi?" He nodded. "Well, why were we sitting down there for so long when we could have been sitting in the Jacuzzi?" I asked as the lift opened on Kevin's floor. I dragged him out of the lift and pulled him along the corridor. Then I realised I didn't know which room he was in. "Where's your room?" He chuckled.
"Here." He pointed to the next door along. He opened the door with his keycard and we walked in together. Once inside, we both took off our jackets and laid them down in the living room. Then I helped him take off his shirt. I don't know what he was so worried about: his body looked great - lean, smooth, muscular, I wouldn't mind if my own body looked like that! Then he took off mine. He kissed me on the shoulder blade as I pulled the shirt over my head. Then we went to work on each other's belts as we moved into the bathroom. Once I turned the lights on in the bathroom, my jeans were around my ankles and I looked around the room in awe - the bathroom was huge! The Jacuzzi alone was the size of a double bed! "I paid a little bit extra and got a special room." Kevin grinned broadly at me. I kissed him on the lips. I went over to the Jacuzzi and turned on all the taps. Kevin and I finished stripping and then went kissed passionately until the tub finished filling. We turned on the sprays under the water and slowly lowered ourselves in. The hot water felt so good against our skin and our hands roamed over each others' smooth bodies. I loved the feel of him in my hands - he was so warm, I could feel his heart beating wherever I put my hand on his body and I was sure that it got faster the longer I left my hand there. We sat there kissing and washing each other for almost half an hour. Finally, we pulled each other out of the tub and let out the water. We made our way to the bedroom. I couldn't believe how good this all felt. Kevin and I hadn't done anything the last few nights. But now, it just felt right, I knew I was his boyfriend, not a prostitute, not just some guy he's getting a job for, but I was with him, I was his and he was mine. We fell onto the bed in each others' arms. We were both very hard. The bed was very soft and very large. This must be another one of the special things that Kevin paid extra for. The light streamed into the bedroom from the huge windows which occupied most of one of the walls, and outside I could see a balcony which overlooked most of Paris from this 10th storey window. Kevin kissed me neck and then moved down further. He licked up the line between my pecs, then he sucked on my nipples. I felt him slide down further still and he sucked on each of my abdominal muscles in turn. I was getting seriously impatient. I started moaning loudly to show my consternation, but apparently Kevin thought this was my signal to go slower, so I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently eased him lower. He looked up into my eyes through his thick, long fringe and I saw the twinkle in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Then he went down a bit lower and took one long lick from base to tip of my cock. I moaned loudly and clutched onto the sheets. Then nothing else. He stopped. I looked down and saw him admiring my cock. I whimpered. Then he pulled out a condom and some lube from somewhere under the covers. He slowly pushed the condom down onto my cock and then took some lube in his hand and started to stroke up and down. I was in ecstasy, but it was nothing compared to what was coming. He knelt over me, so that his knees were on either side of my lowest ribs, his feet were in line with my hips. Then he took my cock and guided it into his tight hole. He was so hot. I felt it slowly go in. The head finally pushed in and I felt his sphincter muscles contract around my cockhead. My shaft carried on slipping into him. I moaned out in ecstasy - the feeling of Kevin's gripping hole was incredible! Then he put his hands on my chest and stopped. His head tipped forward and I saw the grimace on his face.
"Are you ok? Kevin? Stop if it's hurting you." Kevin smiled at me, then slowly slipped down a bit further.
"No, it's ok, just getting used to you, you're still a bit bigger than most guys I've been with." I smiled up at him. I was lying flat on my back on the bed and he was sitting almost upright. My cock was bent almost excruciatingly away from my body - my cock usually goes almost vertical. Kevin hit bottom and we both moaned simultaneously. Slowly Kevin started to move up and down, my throbbing shaft being ridden by his tight hole. It was an incredible feeling to feel that hot, slightly wet and tight hole clinging to every centimetre of hot shaft. Kevin leant down and kissed me without missing a beat. As he pulled away, I followed him up to prolong the kiss, doing a sort of sit up so that I was sitting vertically and I wrapped my arms around him so that we were both now vertical. I carried on kissing him and he adjusted his legs so that they were now wrapped around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his back and helped him slightly moving up and down. I felt the cum rising in my balls, I knew it wouldn't be long. I kissed him again and I felt Kevin's cum force its way out of his hot shaft which was being massaged by my hard abdominals. I gripped Kevin tightly and pushed him down hard onto my cock and all of a sudden I felt my cock blast out its seed into the tight sheath and I felt Kevin moan, my ear to his chest. His legs wrapped tighter around me and I held onto him just as tightly. We were both covered in a thin layer of sweat and we finally both relaxed in each others' arms, breathing heavily. Eventually we laid back, Kevin lying on top of me, his hair spreading out and covering most of my right pec and shoulder. I ran my hand through his hair absent-mindedly once I'd removed and thrown away the condom. We kissed again for a few minutes. I could hear Kevin's heart breathing rapidly. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how amazing Kevin's body felt in my hands, how much I knew he loved me. I felt Kevin's breathing become deeper and he gradually drifted off to sleep, as he rolled off me. That was something I knew would be good for us: neither of us were snugglers. We both liked a bit of space in bed, and that was the way it was. I slowly slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom where I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Kevin's t-shirts and made my way out of the suite, bare-footed. There were five other rooms on the floor, now which one was Nick's? I tried the one next to Kevin's and knocked. The door swung open and it was Howie.
"Hey, Howie, sorry for interrupting you and everything, but do you know which room Nick is in?" Howie looked a little surprised to see me, but he said that Nick was in the room opposite. I thanked him and turned to Nick's door.
"Sounded like you had a good time with Kevin." I head Howie say, but as I turned to ask him what that was supposed to mean, the door shut. Oh crap! They must have heard us moaning! I had trouble not laughing, but it was pretty funny. I knocked on Nick's door. He answered.
"Ready for your lesson?" I asked Nick and he nodded and let me in. He'd apparently only just got out the shower and he was only dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. He said his books were in the bedroom, could I get them while he just finished up in the bathroom. I walked in and saw his holdall lying to one side. I started sorting through and found them: one copy of The Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare, one English Poetry Anthology, and a study guide for a Baccalaureate qualification. I pulled all three out and bent the Anthology back into shape, I would have to tell Nick about keeping books flat. He walked in wearing a pair of jeans as well as the clothes I'd seen him wearing before. He jumped onto his bed.
"We can do it here right? I mean I don't need to write all that much do I?" I shook my head and Nick and I sat facing each other cross-legged on his bed. "Ok, then let's go!"
"Right, well, you haven't had a chance to read these yet, and you have to be able to do a deep passage analysis for the qualification, so let's just start by reading the beginning of the Merchant of Venice, shall we?" He nodded and picked up the book, and began to read.
"In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself."
To Be Continued... End of Part 12.
Wow! Really long chapter this time! I hope everyone liked it, and what did everyone think of the sex scene? I know there are probably quite a few that are better on the archive and everything, but I don't think this is a story about sex, despite what some of the people who sent me feedback seem to think it ought to be like. There isn't anyone out there who thinks I should make more of this thing with Nick is there? I don't think anyone wants to actually see an entire English lesson do they??? I mean I don't mind adding it in if you want, I mean I've sat through enough in my lifetime to know what they're like, but just tell me whether you want it or not ok? Errrr, I think that's all I want to say, does anyone want me to start putting reminders at the beginning of each chapter, you know to remind you of what happened last time? Oh and does anyone have any interesting ideas for plot twists?