Disclaimer: This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned.
His eyes flew open and he sat upright in the bed. Once again he had woken in the middle of the night after only a few hours of sleep. In the 8 years he hasn't once slept the entire night without awakening, and this night was no different. He swung is muscular legs from under the sheets and off the bed. He sat on the edge and placed his head in his hands. His mind was racked with many troubles as he sat on the edge of the bed and thought. He quickly stood and walked across the room in his hotel room, shaking the sleep from his body as he went. He a pair of black boxers and a black cotton tank-top He strode slowly to the bathroom and wiped the sweat from his body removing his shirt. As he finished wiping away all the sweat he placed his hands on the counter and looked forward into the mirror. "What's wrong with me?"
What was wrong with him??? He gazed into the mirror and saw the olympic worthy body he worked so hard at, the hair that attracted people from a distance and he saw the pathetic excuse for a life he had. "Pathetic...that what's wrong I'm pathetic"
He looked again across his well sculpted chest down to his chiseled abs and back to his face. To him it was a normal face....he saw nothing in it worthy of anything more than common behavior. Yet.....that's not what he received. His face kept him famous, kept him rich and kept people eating out of his hand and kissing his ass. Most of him loved all that attention and treatment but part of him despised it. But today was another day today and he might aswell start now.
He returned to his bedroom and put his tank-top back on as he walked from that room to the living room area. He stood on a wall and began to stretch. After a few minutes of this, he began his workout, a strenuous amount of pushups, crunches, curls, leg lifts and other calisthenics. About 40 minutes later he had worked up a good sweat and walked slowly to the shower. 20 minutes later he exited the bathroom with a cloud of steam trailing behind him. He walked into the room and immediately let out a yell as he stubbed his toe on the dresser at the front of the room. He reached for the light switch with one hand while holding his foot with the other. That was another odd thing about him he tended to move about his room in the dark for a while before turning on any lights.
His trip to the bathroom had robbed him of his night vision.
A few hours later after watching TV, playstation2 and eating a huge breakfast.
He exited his hotel room wearing a tight black tanktop that clung to his body in all the right places, baggy black jeans that hung of his hips just right and a pair of black timberland boots. It seemed black would fit his mood for the day. On his face a pair of trim dark sunglasses. He walked from the hotel with a backpack on his shoulder and entered a waiting cab. "Airport driver."
Twenty minutes later he exited the cab paying the driver and giving a more than generous tip. He walked throw the airport and straight over to the desk he would pick up his tickets and pass as quickly as possible he could feel the eyes of a few people gathering slowly. He got up to the desk and gave the lady his name and presented his ID.
The lady quickly looked up after entering it in the computer and grabbed his ID.
She looked at the ID and then back to the computer, she quickly looked back at him and stared for a moment. "Um....do you mind if I have my ticket now." he asked slowly but firmly. "oh yes I'm sorry sir..." she replied while waving her hand in the air gesturing to someone. He didn't need to look or ask he new she was calling for security to escort him to the private waiting room. Sometimes he wished they wouldn't do that for it attracted even more attention, but this time he could tell he may need the help of security.
Security ushered him to the door of the private lounge. "I'm sorry sir but you'll be sharing the room with another group while you wait." said what looked like the head security guard. "Ugh...um...that fine" he said as he darted through the doors just a a girl was about to scream his name. "OOOMMYY GOD IT's......"
He came to a sudden halt as he crashed into something, he struggled for balance but the other object was as well and pulled him in that direction.
"Shit"
He landed on top of the object which by the grunt he could tell was a person. His hair feel over the left side of his face and onto the cheek of the person he was laying on.
"Justin...what's was that sound" said a tall dark haired figure coming around the corner.
He looked up at the figure recognizing him instantly. He head darted back down to the person he was laying on. " Hey Justin, nice to see you again...." As he spoke his lips were purposely inches away from the young singers. He stood and pulled Justin to his feet.
He strode over to JC and shook his hand and preceded into the room to great the others.