Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2002 23:32:00 EDT
From: Bbbrokworknprog@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok: All In The Family Parts 24-29

Well, here I am again.  Is anybody shocked to see three parts to BBB posted
within a month's time?  I know I am.  Everyone's been so enthusiastic about
the last couple posts, that I had to get a third one out soon.  For
everyone that was upset that there was no sexual content in the last
section--just read on--I made sure to have some sex in this one.  LOL As
always, shout out to all my the fans, and everyone else that's special to
me.  You all know who you are.  Anyway, here we go....I don't know any of
the BSB or any celebrity that may or may not be mentioned here. I'd
definitely fuck every single one of the BSB'ers, but that doesn't mean
anything except I'm horny.  If you have any questions, answers, want to say
you hated or loved the story, you can e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com!
Enjoy...

"Trying hard to fit among you. Floating out to wonderland. Unprotected--God
I'm pregnant. Damn the consequences. When I grow up I'll be stable. When I
grown up I'll turn the tables. Blood and blister on my fingers. Chaos rules
when we're apart. Watch my temper--I go mental. I'll try to be
gentle."~Garbage, 'When I Grow Up'.


Bad Boy B-Rok
All In The Family
By-Lep
(Part Twenty-Four))


	"Go, go, go!"  I jumped out of the way, holding Booker in my arms
as the stage manager pushed Aaron past us.
	"Daddy!"  Booker squealed in my ear as all the dancers stampeded
past us as well, making much noise.
	"It's okay, buddy."  I held him tightly to me.

	When everyone had finally passed us and got to their places on the
stage, things finally settled down.  I felt confident that I could let
Booker down and he wouldn't get stampeded.  Booker stood next to me,
clutching my leg, nervous that I had made a bad choice to set him down.  I
thought he was going to cut off the circulation in my leg, he was clutching
his arms around it so tightly.

	"Hey, let up on Daddy's leg, buddy."  I laughed.
	"Sowwy, daddy."  Booker stated, his eyes transfixed on the sight
before him on the stage.

	Brian and the guys had disappeared about twenty minutes ago, under
the assumption they were to find something for us to drink.  I was
absolutely parched, and Booker complained that he was going to have a "heat
stwoke".  I didn't know which one of his uncles was teaching him new
phrases, but he was turning into a total drama queen.
	I was just glad someone had the foresight to bring some of those
big bulky headphones that block out some of the noise.  Booker would have
gone deaf from all the noise and then the loud music.  I wish they had
thought to bring me a pair, too.  The concert that was going on about forty
feet from us was absolutely deafening.  But then again, several thousand
screaming pubescent girls probably added to the noise.
	Nick didn't even stick around when the guys took off.  That was
quite surprising to me since we were here to see his brother perform.  I
normally wouldn't bring Booker to a concert, but since it was Aaron Carter
performing, I figured it would be okay for him.  Save the noise, that is.
	Halfway thru Aaron's performance of "Aaron's Party (Come Get It)",
Booker was dancing around when the guys finally showed back up, drinks in
hand.  I was quite relieved to find out that they hadn't ditched me around
a whole bunch of strangers.

	"Here's your coke, baby."  Brian handed me a can while sipping on
his.
	"Thanks, sweetness."  I smiled at him, then quickly popped the top
and took a healthy chug.
	"Daddy!  I want sumthat!"  Booker pulled at the tail of my shirt.
	"Here ya' go, buddy."  I knelt down and held the can out for him.
	"How's my brother doing?"  Nick looked down at me.
	"Well, he just started the first song.  So far, so good I'd say."
I replied, then took the can back from Booker when he was done.
	"Good deal."

	Booker resumed dancing around, getting Nick and A.J. to join in
with him.  They looked like idiots, but they were having fun, so I didn't
make fun of them.  Besides, they were only dancing 'cause Booker wanted
them to dance.

	"Hey, boy."  Kevin draped the arm that wasn't holding a coke over
my shoulder.
	"Hey there."  I smiled at him.
	"Nick and Brian told Aaron he could stay at your place while he's
in town.  I thought someone might oughta mention it to you."  Kevin spoke
into my ear.
	"Ah, well, that's cool."  I replied.
	"I know you probably feel like your home has become a halfway house
for singers."  Kevin sniggered.
	"Yeah, well.  We're all practically family."
	"True."  Kevin wrapped his arm around my shoulder tightly and
hugged me to him.
	"Ofcourse I'll have to go buy some sheets for the other bedroom.
I've failed to live up to the stereotype of a gay man and decorate in there
yet."  I cracked a joke.
	"Well, we'll have to hurry.  Aaron will be over about five
o'clock."  Kevin added.

	A quick glance at my watch made me realize it was two o'clock
already.

	"Well, shit."  I sighed.  "I better go on my way then."

	I tapped Brian on the shoulder, getting his attention quickly.

	"I've gotta get going."  I practically screamed over the music.
	"Why, baby?"  Brian looked sad.
	"I've gotta go get sheets for the room Aaron's gonna stay in, and
I've got to call Garrett, and think about something for dinner."  I
screamed again.
	"I'll go with you."  Brian suggested.
	"No, stay here and watch Booker, baby.  It's okay."  I gave him a
quick kiss.

	Brian gave me another kiss back, before I set my coke on a speaker
and headed towards the stairs that led off the stage.  I wasn't halfway
down the stairs when Kevin caught up to me.

	"I told Brian I'd go with you."  Kevin smiled, still holding his
coke.
	"Groovy.  So what do you think?  Pier 1 Imports or Crate & Barrel?"
I held my hands up like a scale and moved them up and down.
	"Do I look gay?"  Kevin laughed at me.
	"Could you turn for me?"  I asked seriously.
	"Shut up."  Kevin slapped my arm.
	"Crate & Barrel it is."  I laughed and rubbed my arm.





	"What do you think of these?"  I held up a package of lite blue
silk sheets.
	"Your first guest in this room will be a fourteen year old kid.  I
don't think you want to use silk."  Kevin replied, looking at flannel
sheets.
	"Spoken like a true queer, if you ask me."  I teased.

	Kevin replied with a laugh and a package of sheets tossed at me.

	"Okay, so you're touchy about that."  I laughed.
	"What about these?"  Kevin held up the same color of sheets, just
made out of cotton instead.
	"Works for me.  As long as they're blue."  I shrugged my shoulders.
	"Then get these."  Kevin handed me a package of sheets, two pillow
cases, then two shams.  "Now, for a comforter."
	"You know, you really are spending too much time with me.  You're
trying to take away my 'Queen of Shopping' title."
	"Kinda freaky, ain't it?"  Kevin drawled.
	"Just a tad."
	"What kind of comforter do you want?"  Kevin asked as we approached
the wall that was full of comforters in their protective plastic linings.
	"One that matches the sheets."  I shrugged, holding our other
purchases in my arms.
	"Here."  Kevin picked up an elegent looking blue and white
comforter and showed it to me.
	"Works for me, too.  Let's go pay for this crap and get out of
here.  I start itching when I come in here and want to buy tons of shit."
I laughed.
	"Hand over your cards and I'll keep you from it."  Kevin teased.
	"No one, and I truly mean no one, touches my cards but me!  Those
are my babies."
	"You are too much sometimes, boy."  Kevin laughed as we walked
towards the counter to check out.





	"Finally."  I fell down on the newly made bed, panting.
	"Stop being dramatic."  Kevin slapped my leg.
	"Manual labor never suited me."  I replied, still exasperated.
	"We need to think about dinner."  Kevin plopped down beside me.

	I knew we had to get something together for dinner.  Normally it
was every man for himself, except Booker.  I always made it a point to give
him something good to eat, but otherwise, we all ate whatever we found.
Since Aaron was going to be staying for a bit, everyone figured we ought to
have an actual "family dinner".  The concept boggled my gay little brain.

	"Should we order Italian, Chinese...."  I started.
	"No, we'll make something."  Kevin laughed.
	"Well I hope you are Betty Homemaker, 'cause I sure ain't."  I
snorted.
	"I reckon you have a grill.  We could cook out."  Kevin drawled in
his country accent again.
	"I hope you know how to work the grill."
	"Why do you have a grill and not know how to use it?"
	"Shit, that's Brian's job."
	"So, I'm guessing you're the female in the relationship?"  Kevin
teased.
	"The female that doesn't know how to cook, yeah."  I laughed back.
	"Well get up, missy.  Let's go get some burgers and whatnot from
the store."  Kevin stood up and offered his hands to me.
	"Okay, you can drive."  I got up with Kevin's help and handed him
my keys.
	"I get to drive Matt's Mercedes?"  Kevin looked shocked.
	"Oh hash up and drive Miss Daisy to the sto'!"  I slapped him on
his ass as I walked past him.
	"Watch out, I like that kinky stuff."  Kevin teased.
	"Oooooooh baby!"  I squealed and pranced out of the room.
	"You are definitely too much."  Kevin laughed as he followed me.




(Part Twenty-Five)




	"Smells good, baby."  Brian looked over my shoulder at the burgers
I was flipping on the grill and kissed me on the cheek.
	"Thanks, baby."  I smiled at him proudly.

	I waited until Brian had gone in the house and closed the door
behind him.

	"Okay, Kevin.  Come back and take back over."  I dropped the
spatula on the grill.
	"Alrighty."  Kevin agreed with a laugh.
	"Thanks for making him think I did it."  I thanked him.
	"Not a problem."  Kevin winked at me.
	"Want a beer?"
	"Well, yeah!"  He laughed at me.
	"I'll be right back, sexy!"  I slapped his butt again and headed to
the house.
	"It's a good thing Kristin and I are seperated, otherwise she'd
wonder why I have so many handprints on my ass."  Kevin laughed.
	"No kidding."  I smiled as I closed the door behind me.

	I quickly made my way into the house and got two beers from the
fridge.  Brian and Howie were making potato salad while Booker
watched. Their idea of making potato salad was scooping it out of the
container from the store and putting it into a different bowl so it looked
homemade.  Kevin had just done all the cooking for me, so I wasn't about to
criticize their methods.
	A.J. and Nick had stayed behind at the fairgrounds to wait for
Aaron.  Apparently, he had to get some personal effects from his bus before
he could leave.  I was really getting nervous about meeting Aaron. I didn't
know if he'd like me or not.  However, I figured since I was friends with
his brother, I should make an effort to be friends with him.  I was hoping
he'd feel the same way.  When I got back out to the patio, Kevin was still
tending to the burgers.

	"You're such a good cook."  I congratulated him as he took a beer
from me.
	"Thank you, sir."  Kevin bowed slightly with a grin.

	I walked over and sat down at the table, pulling my feet up into
the chair, sitting Indian Style.

	"You look nervous."  Kevin looked over at me then took a sip of his
beer.
	"I'm not."
	"You look it."
	"Alright, I am."  I flipped him off and lit a cigarette.

	Kevin just laughed as he flipped another burger.

	"It's too bad we had to leave the concert early."  Kevin sighed.
	"Why's that?"  I cocked my head.
	"We didn't get to see Aaron sing 'I Want Candy'."  Kevin replied.

	I got up and walked over to Kevin with a smile.

	"I know a boy who's tough but sweet.  He's so fine he can't be
beat."  I began singing and dancing up on Kevin.
	"He's got everything that I desire.  Sets the summer sun on fire."
Kevin sang back the next couple lines and began dancing with me.
	"I want candy!  I want candy!  I want candy!  I want candy!"  Kevin
and I danced and laughed as we sang the chorus.
	"Go to see him when the sun goes down."  Kevin sang the next
line. "Ain't no finer boy in town."
	"You're my boy--what the doctor ordered.  So sweet--you make my
mouth water."  I sang as Kevin and I began to bump our hips together,
laughing as we did it.
	"I want candy! I want candy! I want candy! I want candy!"  Kevin
and I sang the chorus.

	From out of nowhere, a blonde haired kid that came up to my chin
was dancing with us and singing the song.  Kevin just smiled as the three
of us kept singing and dancing, Kevin and I bumping our hips together and
acting fools.  Finally, we all three ran out of breath and stopped,
laughing at each other.  Nick was standing, arms folded over his chest by
the door.

	"Hey, Aaron."  Kevin smiled at the kid.
	"'Lo, Kevin."  Aaron grinned sheepishly, and accepted Kevin's open
arms.
	"You better give me a real hug."  Kevin demanded in a playful voice
and tightened his grip on Aaron, making him grunt.
	"Aight."  Aaron giggled bashfully and gave Kevin a real hug so he
wouldn't have to endure anymore.
	"That one's Matt."  Nick waved his hand at me before coming over to
the grill to inspect it.
	"Looks good, Matt."  He spoke.
	"Nice to meet you, Aaron."  I held out my hand.

	Aaron shook my hand, barely meeting my eyes with his, a nervous
grin on his face.

	"I'd make him hug you.  That embarasses him more."  Nick laughed.
	"I won't make you hug me."  I smiled down at Aaron.
	"Thanks."  He blushed, then hurried over to the table to sit down.
	"So, what were you queens out here doing dancing and all?"  Nick
spoke up.
	"Nick!"  Kevin reprimanded him for his choice of words.
	"We were just singing the song we wish we had stayed to hear at the
concert."  I looked past Nick to Aaron with a smile on my face.
	"Oh.  Well, you were doing very well.  The booty bump thing was
especially nice."  Nick winked.
	"Oh shut up."  Kevin snarled and began flipping burgers again.




	"Mmmmm, the burgers are good, baby."  Brian smiled, his mouth full
of food.
	"Thanks, baby."  I smiled at him, taking a bite of cole slaw.
	"Daddy, I need ketchup."  Booker whined, not able to get the
ketchup to come out of the bottle.

	As if by instinct, I took the bottle from him, took my knife and
shoved it into the mouth of the bottle.  A few seconds later, ketchup
poured out onto his burger.

	"Thanks, daddy!"  Booker grinned and slapped the top of his bun on
his burger.
	"Does anyone else need ketchup?"  I held up the bottle with a
laugh.
	"I need some mustard."  Howie joked.
	"It's in a squeeze bottle."  I rolled my eyes.
	"Oh yeah!"  Howie acted like he had discovered gold as he picked up
the bottle.
	"I need some for my fries, baby."  Brian stated seriously.
	"Aight."  I did the same for him as I did for Booker.  "There ya'
go."

	I set the ketchup back on the table and went back to eating my
food.

	"You remind me of my mother."  Kevin stated nonchalantly before
taking a bite of potato salad.
	"I don't have breasts or a vagina, Kevin."  I replied.

	Kevin and Aaron laughed, nearly spitting their mouthfuls of food
out.

	"Don't you two get started."  Howie rolled his eyes.  "Last time
you two got giggly, it resulted in a food fight."
	"Yeah, yeah."  I waved him off.
	"I just meant, you act LIKE a mother."  Kevin regained his
composure.
	"Yeah, well you're a mother, too."  I snarled back playfully.
	"Okay, this is just getting ugly."  Brian stopped us.
	"Alright, we'll behave."  I smiled and gave him a quick kiss.
"Mmmmm, mustard."

	I wiped my lip clean as I pulled away from Brian.

	"Gross."  Nick stuck his tongue out.
	"Oh please."  Brian flicked a forkful of cole slaw at him.
	"Hey!"  Nick started to load up his fork with potato salad as Howie
grabbed the mustard bottle.
	"Stop it!"  A.J. laughed.  "We're not going to have a food fight.
You guys behave for once.  Show Aaron we do have some manners."
	"Oh shut up."  I picked up a tomato and chunked it at him.

	All the guys busted out laughing, even A.J.  Booker was giggling,
managing to get ketchup all over his shirt.  The rest of the meal went
fairly well.  That is to say that no food fights broke out.  All of the
guys, including myself, managed to behave.

	"Daddy, I wanna swim."  Booker groaned, patting his belly.
	"Alright.  Go get your suit on."
	"You swim with me?"  Booker asked quickly.
	"Yeah, I'll swim with you."
	"Okay!"  Booker squealed and jumped out of his chair.
	"Hold on."  I grabbed his arm.  "Lift your arms."

	I pulled Booker's t-shirt off of him quickly, so he wouldn't get
ketchup all over.

	"Okay, get your suit on."  I patted his butt.

	Booker smiled and took off towards the house.

	"I want to swim, too, baby."  Brian smiled at me.
	"Oh good lord.  Go get your suit on, baby."  I laughed.
	"Aren't you going to help me get undressed?"  Brian stood up.
	"Brian!"  I flicked my eyes at Aaron.
	"Don't worry, Nick and Brian used to do stuff like that all the
time in front of me."  Aaron laughed it off.
	"Go get your suit on, Brian."  I rolled my eyes.
	"Okay, baby." Brian giggled like a girl and dashed into the house.
	"Do you have a swimsuit with you, Aaron?"  Nick and A.J. were
standing up, apparently going to get their suits on.
	"No, I didn't bring one."  Aaron looked disappointed.
	"Well, you're scrawny like Matt.  He's probably got a suit you can
borrow."  Nick suggested as he disappeared into the house with A.J.
	"I'm gonna get mine on, too."  Kevin spoke up before leaving the
table with Howie.

	Aaron just sat there, looking upset.  I felt bad for him.

	"Well, I think my suits are going to be a bit big in the waist for
you, but I can see what I can come up with."  I suggested.
	"Okay."  Aaron looked a bit more upbeat.
	"Come on, bud."  I walked over and put an arm around his shoulders,
leading him into the house.

	I don't know how successful we were, but we finally found a pair of
swim trunks that fit Aaron halfway decent.  Luckily, they had a drawstring
in the waist, so he could cinch them up.

	"These are pretty cool."  Aaron looked at himself in the full
length mirror in my room.
	"Yeah.  I got those while I was in Italy last year.  They're my
favorite, so don't mess them up."  I teased as I looked for another pair
for me.
	"That's pretty far to go for a swimsuit."  Aaron teased me back.
	"Well, if you want the best, go to straight to Dolce & Gabbana."
	"You didn't really buy this there, did you?"  Aaron's eyes bulged.
	"No."  I laughed.  "It's from a little shop in Rome.  Probably
comparable to Old Navy here."
	"Oh, thank god.  I didn't want to ruin your five hundred dollar
swim suit."
	"Ah, don't worry."
	"You coming?"  Aaron asked as he went for the door.
	"Yeah, I'll change and be right there."  I replied.

	Aaron nodded with a smile and closed the door behind him, allowing
me to finally get changed.  I knew the guys were probably already all out
in the pool, splashing each other and making a ruckus. So, I grabbed the
first suit in sight and slipped it on quickly.
	As I went by the hall closet, it occured to me that none of the
guys probably thought to get a towel.  I grabbed a large stack of old beach
towels from the closet and made my way back outside.  I stopped myself
before I made it outside and placed a quick call to Garrett's office.
After making quick arrangements to meet the next day at his office, I was
off the phone again.
	I was right, all the guys were in the pool, splashing around while
Booker stayed at the shallow end so they wouldn't drown him.  He looked
like he was having a great time, despite the fact that he was getting
splashed every ten seconds.
	Kevin was standing a good twenty feet away from the pool, watching
innocently as Nick grabbed Aaron and shoved him underwater.  Aaron's arms
and legs flailed around as Nick held him down, getting laughs from all the
guys in the pool.

	"You've held him under long enough, Nick."  I chastised him as I
chunked the towels into a lounge chair by the pool.

	Nick let go of Aaron with a laugh.  As soon as Aaron came up, he
was gasping for breath, but still laughing.

	"Dang, Nick!"  Aaron gasped, barely able to breathe.
	"Hey, thank Matt.  Otherwise I'd still be holding you down."  Nick
laughed back.

	Right at that moment, Howie grabbed Brian's head and shoved him
under.  I just watched as Howie held him down and everyone laughed.

	"Aren't you going to get onto Howie?"  Nick teased.
	"Nah, Brian's a big boy.  He can take care of himself."  I
shrugged.

	Howie let Brian up finally, and immediately Nick told Brian how I
was going to let him drown.

	"Thanks, baby!"  Brian stated sarcastically.
	"Anytime."  I laughed as I walked over to Kevin.  "Aren't you going
to get in, boy?"
	"I'm letting them get worn out first."  Kevin replied, arms crossed
over to his chest.
	"Oh come on."  I put a hand in the middle of his back, and pushed
him towards the pool with me.
	"Oh, alright."  He started walking on his own, so I took my hand
off of him.
	"Come in, baby."  Brian swam to the edge of the pool and held a
hand up towards me.

	I didn't take his hand, because I knew he'd yank me in, instead I
sat down and dangled my feet in the water, sitting in front of him.

	"Come on down, Kevin.  You're the next contestant."  I laughed as
Kevin popped a squat next to me.
	"Aren't ya'll getting in?"  Brian frowned up at me.
	"Yeah, but not when you're right there, waiting to dunk us."  Kevin
replied.
	"Would I do that?"  Brian got a shocked look on his face.
	"Yeah."  I answered for Kevin.
	"Fine."  Brian pouted and swam back to join the guys.
	"Okay, you're safe now Kev."  I stated before shoving Kevin roughly
into the water with a laugh.

	All the guys laughed with me, proud of my decietfulness.  Kevin
bobbed back up to the surface, a scowl on his face, but with a glint of
mischieviousness in his eyes.

	"You little...."  Kevin laughed before grabbing both my ankles and
yanking me into the water.
	"No, Kevin!"  I was able to squeal once before he had me in the
water and had dunked me under.





(Part Twenty-Six)




	"I'm going to be a prune."  I sighed as I leaned back against the
steps of the pool.
	"Oh well, you'll survive."  Kevin snorted and leaned back next to
me, propping himself up on his elbows.
	"Yeah, we'll see about that."  I teased and brought my beer to my
lips again.

	The sun had set over thirty minutes ago and the stars were slowly
coming out above us.  All the guys had decided they were tired of swimming,
and got out.  Brian and Nick promised they would clean up everything and
get Booker to bed, so Kevin and I stayed in the pool.  We were seeing how
many beers we could drink before we had to get out of the pool so we
wouldn't drown.

	"It's a pretty night."  Kevin shut his eyes and laid his head back
on his shoulders.
	"Yeah.  A bit chilly, though."  I had goosepimples forming.

	I put my beer on the side of the pool and swam into the water so my
whole body was covered.  Kevin set his beer down and swam out to me.

	"I hope Aaron is going to enjoy it here."  I looked up at the
house.
	"I'm sure he will.  You'll take good care of him."  Kevin replied,
looking at me with a wide smile.
	"Yeah, I won't let his big brother drown him or anything."  I
replied, moving my arms gently in the water to stay afloat.
	"I'm sure of that."  Kevin giggled.

	We both stayed quiet for a bit, just floating in the water and
staring up at the sky.

	"You forgot to call Garrett today."  Kevin stated out of the blue.
	"No, I called him after I changed into my suit."  I replied, still
peering up at the sky.
	"What did he have to say?"
	"We're going to meet tomorrow."
	"Want me to come?"  Kevin asked.
	"If you want."  I offered.
	"We could have lunch and do some more shopping afterward."  Kevin
stated cheerfully.
	"Yeah, that sounds like fun."  I swam over to the edge of the pool
and propped myself up on my arms, laying my head on the side.
	"You seem awfully quiet tonight."  Kevin stated the obvious as he
swam up next to me.
	"I guess I'm just a bit tired."  I sighed.
	"Well, you could go join Brian in bed.  That is if he'll let you
sleep."  Kevin nudged me in the side with a giggle.
	"Nah.  It's still early."  I gave a small laugh.
	"What's going on with you two?  You don't seem very, um, close
anymore."  Kevin moved in closer to me, resting his chin on one of my arms.
	"Seven year itch?"  I shrugged.
	"It hasn't been that long."
	"Okay, four year itch?"  I chuckled.
	"Well, maybe we can work something out."  Kevin turned his head on
my arm to look at me.
	"Yeah, I'm sure Brian and I will work it out.  Just need to revive
the ole' romance."  I sighed.
	"No, I meant you and me."  Kevin stated like I was dense.
	"What do you mean?"  I asked, not the least bit suspicious.
	"Well, I was thinking that..."
	"Aren't you two prunish enough yet?"  I heard Brian laugh from the
steps that led down to the pool.

	Kevin immediately pulled away from me and spun around in the water.
	"Hey, baby."  I turned my head to see him walking along the length
of the pool towards me.
	"You're gonna catch a cold, baby."  Brian knelt down at the edge of
the pool and kissed me.
	"So?  You'd still love me if I was snotty and feverish."  I teased
and ruffled his hair, getting it wet.
	"True."  Brian bent down to kiss me again.

	The oppurtunity was too good to pass up.  I grabbed onto the collar
of his shirt and yanked hard, pulling him into the water.  There was a
loud--and wet--splash behind me.  I immediately spun around, waiting for
him to resurface.  Finally, Brian bobbed to the surface, coughing, but
smiling in between hacking fits.

	"You're going to pay."  Brian snarled at me with a mischievious
glint in his eye.
	"I didn't do it."  I bit my bottom lip.

	I winced as Brian swam right up to me, waiting for him to dunk me.
Instead, I felt Brian press his lips against mine, kissing me deeply.  I
wrapped my arms around him as he let his tongue invade my mouth.  Brian
pressed me against the side of the concrete pool gently, pressing his body
against mine.  Brian held me in the kiss for a full minute before pulling
away.

	"I love you, baby."  Brian looked into my eyes, then kissed the tip
of my nose.
	"I love you..."
	"More."  Brian finished for me with a satisfied smile.

	I just smiled and held him in my arms, looking into his eyes.
Brian ran his hands up and down my back in the water, keeping his gaze on
mine as well as we stayed afloat in the water together.  Brian looked away
from me to look up at the sky dreamily.  I let me eyes wander over to where
Kevin had been to see that he had disappeared.

	"You know what?"  Brian drew my attention back to him.
	"What, baby?"
	"It's such a beautiful night."  He sighed lazily.
	"Yeah.  It is."  I agreed, looking up at the sky.
	"I don't know who I'd rather spend it with."  Brian smiled at me.

	I smiled back, feeling that I would get teary eyed.  I started to
open my mouth to speak, but closed it quickly, looking back at the sky.

	"What?"  Brian cooed.
	"Nothing."
	"Come on.  Tell me."
	"Well, you know sometimes I wonder if you still love me as much as
you did when we first met."
	"Yeah..."  Brian squinted.
	"But, then you say something and I'm sure you do."  I looked back
down at him and smiled.
	"And you better remember it."  Brian kissed the tip of my nose
again.
	"Don't worry, baby.  I won't forget."  I moved my mouth up to his.




	"Let's just take it nice and slow."  I sighed in Brian's ear as I
straddled his lap, our naked bodies rubbing against each other.
	"Sounds good to me."  Brian sighed into my ear as our hard cocks
rubbed up against each other.

	Brian was sitting on our bed, his legs stretched out in front of
him.  I had my knees planted on either side of him, pressed up against his
chest, nibbling at his neck.

	"I love you, Matt."  Brian sighed as I worked on his neck.  "I want
to make love to you."

	I moved my hand between our bodies and slowly wrapped it around his
cock, stroking him gently.

	"I want to feel you inside me, Brian.  I want you to make love to
me."  I spoke softly into his ear as my hand slid effortlessly up and down
his cock.

	Brian fixed his eyes on mine as he got up, balancing me on his lap,
and slowly laid me back, finally coming to rest on top of me.  He moved his
mouth to mine and kissed me gently, only then closing his eyes.  I let my
hands play along the length of his back, and ever so quickly on his ass as
he kissed me deeply.
	Brian lifted my legs slightly, keeping his mouth on mine, our
tongues wrestling in our mouths.  When Brian pressed the head of his cock
against my asshole, I let out a gasp that Brian silenced quickly with
another kiss.  I wrapped my arms tightly around Brian, returning his kiss
as he pushed himself deeper into me.

	"Oh god, I love you, baby."  I moaned as Brian broke our kiss,
beginning to thrust slowly in and out of me.
	"I love you, too."  Brian spoke into my ear as he made love to me.




(Part Twenty-Seven)




	"Well, here it is."  Garrett handed me 'The Enquirer' as we walked
down the boulevard.

	Garrett was on one side of me and Kevin had taken up his spot on my
other side.  The three of us stopped long enough to peer at the cover of
the magazine.  Sure enough, there was a well selected picture of me sitting
in front of Kevin, playing with his pants.  The caption was in bright red,
big letters that proclaimed "Backdoor Boys?".  I had to give a small laugh,
but it made my stomach turn nonetheless.
	Kevin gave a small snort from over my shoulder as he peered down at
the magazine.  I really wanted to rip thru the magazine and find the rest
of the pictures and the story that went with it.  However, the picture on
the cover was bad enough.  I was afraid of what the rest of the pictures
looked like.  I was getting awfully tired of being the tabloids favorite
topic.

	"Well fuck."  I sighed, then rolled the magazine up.
	"That won't look good."  Kevin stated the obvious as the three of
us started walking again.
	"There is no such thing as bad publicity."  Garrett announced.
	"Sounds like something Barbara would have said."  I groaned.
	"It's very true.  Those magazines need something to talk about. So
what if it's bollocks?"  Garrett stated nonchalantly, gazing at each shop
we passed.
	"Because it is bollocks."  I mocked him.  "I don't want the whole
world thinking someone snapped pictures of me blowing Kevin."
	"Hey!"  Kevin yelped.
	"No offense."  I apologized. "It's not like my career isn't in the
toilet already."
	"This won't harm you."  Garrett waved me off.
	"Just like having a kid that no one knew about wouldn't hurt me?"
I snapped.
	"Right."  Garrett obviously didn't subscribe to sarcasm. "Let's
stop here for a spot of lunch.  I'm feeling a bit peckish."

	Garrett grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards an open cafe.

	"It's ten-thirty."  I huffed.
	"It's never too early for tea."  He replied as Kevin followed us
into the cafe.
	"I don't think they serve crumpets here."  I snarled as the door to
the place shut behind us.

	The cafe turned out to be what looked like a very roughly thrown
together bar.  Everything looked greasy and dirty.  My bet was we'd be
lucky to get a Budweiser, let alone tea.

	"Well, maybe a Guinness?"  Garrett realized we weren't in Oz
anymore.
	"There's a really nice restaraunt five minutes down...."  Kevin
began.
	"No, this will be fine."  Garrett looked around, noticing we were
the only patrons.
	"Fine."  I scoped out a table in a dark corner. "I'll be over there
when you two are ready to sit down."

	I stalked over to the table and flopped down in a chair.
Immediately, I spread the magazine out in front of me, turning to the page
with the "full story" on it.  I was right, the pictures were just as
incriminating as I had thought.  Anyone that saw them would be crazy to
think anything innocent was going on.  In one you could actually tell
Kevin's pants were undone.  In another, you couldn't see my face. It looked
like my face was buried in Kevin's crotch from the angle the picture was
taken.  There was no explanation I could make about these pictures that any
normal person would believe.
	Certain phrases in the article jumped out at me.  "Public
Indecency" and "Kinky Sex in Public" definitely caught my attention.  The
article went so far to imply that employees of the clothes shop said they
had witnessed our "depraved public act".  I slammed my fist down on the
magazine as Kevin and Garrett approached.

	"I thought you could use this."  Kevin set a dark colored beer down
in front of me.

	I didn't answer, I just grabbed the glass and touch a healthy chug.
Immediately, I thought better of it.

	"What the hell is this?"  I stuck my tongue out as Kevin sat down
next to me.
	"Guinness.  Did you not hear us say we were going to get that?"
Kevin chuckled.
	"I'm quite fond of it myself."  Garrett smiled as he took a sip of
his from across the table.
	"Well, I'm not."  I snarled but took another swig. "It tastes like
gym socks."
	"You won't let that stop you, though."  Kevin winked at me.
	"Definitely not.  So what are we going to do about this?"  I waved
my hand over the opened magazine.
	"What do you want to do about it?"  Garrett asked.
	"You're supposed to know what we do."  A growl came from deep in my
belly.
	"Chill out, Matt."  Kevin laughed nervously.

	Garrett just took another sip from his glass.

	"Well?"  I asked when I decided Garrett had been quiet long enough.
	"You know what doesn't work for you?"  Garrett pointed a finger at
me.
	"I don't know."
	"Well, you've been doing it forever."  He gave me a hint.
	"I don't know.  Enlighten me."  My hands sailed thru the air in an
exasperated fashion.
	"You're in a mood."  Garrett chortled warmly.
	"I'm sorry, but help me."  I pleaded, trying to lose the attitude.
	"You have played it straight for so long.  Been a fine young role
model for your public."  Garrett started.
	"What's wrong with that?"  Kevin spoke up for me.
	"People get tired of that.  No one loves the boy next door.
Everyone loves the rock star.  They want to hear about wild parties,
orgies, drugs, sex..."
	"That ain't happenin', bud."  I pointed a finger at him.
	"Ofcourse not.  But why not let people believe what they want?"
	"Because I don't want people thinking that I'm having sex in public
shopping centers." I stammered.
	"Why?"
	"Why?!?" Kevin repeated him, disbelieving.
	"Yes--why?  Why do you care if the person that bought this sad rag
thinks that you performed oral sex on someone in public?"
	"You are downright crazy."  I waved a hand at him.  "But I see what
you're saying."
	"You are?!?!"  Kevin whipped his head my way, absolutely shocked.

	Garrett chuckled at Kevin's expression.

	"We can't have Matt doing anything--well--anything that would, um,
make him look bad.  He needs to keep doing what he's doing."  Kevin
sputtered, his eyes darting between me and Garrett.
	"He doesn't really mean he's going to make me look like a player,
Kev."  I tried to calm his nerves.
	"Matt, he's going to make you look like a pervert.  The only way
for you to continue your career is to keep looking like the sweet guy you
are."  Kevin tried to get me to see it his way.
	"Are you mad?" Garrett looked shocked.
	"This is ridiculous."  Kevin gave up, throwing his hands in the
air.
	"Let's say I become the bad boy version of me."  I was thinking
this through.  "Who says it will help me get another role.  Or roles."
"Who says being a good boy will?  Being a good boy doesn't seem to get you
much good publicity, does it?"  Garrett grinned from ear to ear as he
tapped the magazine with a finger.

	I sat back in my chair and took another healthy drink of the beer.
Garrett just stared back at me, while Kevin looked mighty upset at how
things were going.

	"So?"  Kevin nudged me, frustrated.
	"I guess some photo spreads, selected suprprise appearances.."  I
began.
	"You're not really going to do what he's suggesting are you?"
Kevin screeched.
	"It won't hurt to try."  I sighed, finishing off the last of my
beer.  "I'll try it."
	"Cheers."  Garrett smiled and took a sip of his beer.





	"Matt, this is absolutely ridiculous!  You can't do it!"  Kevin
followed me into the house, pleading with me.
	"Yes, we've covered this."  I sighed as I dropped my keys on the
kitchen counter.
	"He's going to ruin you.  Barbara would never have told you to do
anything like this!"
	"Kevin, chill out."

	He kept ranting and raving as we walked thru the kitchen, thru the
dining room and into the den.  My nerves were wearing thin once we got out
onto the deck.  Kevin walked over to the front of the deck, chastising me
as I slid the glass door 'til it was only open wide enough for the dog to
go in and out.

	"Okay, that's enough!"  I shouted.

	Kevin abruptly stopped hollering at me.  I decided not to get mean
since he frowned, looking hurt.

	"Listen.  This is what I feel I need to do to further my career.  I
know it's not exactly something that you'd be capable of bringing yourself
to do..."
	"What I'm capable of doing??"  Kevin eyes bugged out.
	"It's something that will get me noticed more, and give me a better
chance of having a studio want me on a film."
	"Why is it something that I'm not capable of?"  Kevin stammered.
	"I didn't mean anything by it.  I just meant, it's not your style."
I sighed and walked over next to him, leaning on the rail.
	"My style?"
	"Kevin, I just meant...well you're a nice guy.  You don't do risque
things."
	"Is that a bad thing?"  Kevin was obviously taking it personally.
	"No.  You were just one of those kids that colored inside the lines
all the time."  I shrugged.
	"Just because it's the opposite of what I'd do doesn't mean it's a
good thing."
	"I'm not saying that either..."

	I stopped and just turned to look at him.  Kevin looked so hurt.
He also looked worried that I was going to embark on something that was
going to permanently damage me.

	"Kevin, look.  I'm just going to make people take notice of me.
Nothing bad is going to come of it.  If it ruins my career, well I'm headed
that way anyhow."  I explained.
	"Fine.  What are you going to do first?  Have sex with Brian in a
public place?  Pose nude for Playgirl?  Get caught robbing a convenient
store?"  Kevin spat.
	"I hadn't thought of those.  Maybe robbing a bank would be even
better."  I stated in a sarcastic, angry voice.
	"I was joking."
	"I know you were, daddy.  However, I don't need your advice.  I
don't need you hanging around me like a goddamn bodygaurd.  You need to get
over it and find someone else to cling onto like a leech.  You're driving
me crazy!"  I screamed everything on my mind at him before I thought about
what I was saying.

	Kevin looked down immediately, color rising in his cheeks.  He
looked like he needed to crawl into a hole and escape me right at that
moment.

	"I...I didn't mean that."  I stuttered when I realized what had
just escaped my lips.
	"Fine.  I'll leave you alone."  Kevin sauntered into the house, not
looking at me once as he did.
	I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it.  "Fuck."
	"Hey, baby."  I turned again to see Brian coming out of the patio
door with Aaron, a confused smile on his face.
	"Hey you two."  I tried to smile back.
	"What's wrong with my cousin now?"  Brian rolled his eyes as Aaron
giggled.
	"Nothing."  I stated quickly.
	"He looks upset again.  Another call from Kristin?"  Brian asked as
he approached and kissed me on the lips.
	"It's nothing, baby."  I tried to reassure him--and also hide the
fact that I had just been very rude to Kevin.
	"Alright.  Aaron wants to go see Austin Powers tonight.  None of us
want to go.  Do you want to take him?"  Brian asked as Aaron held up his
hands in a prayer position.
	"Pleeeeeeease?"  Aaron begged with a smile.
	"You gonna watch Booker?"  I asked Brian.
	"Ofcourse."  Brian smiled approvingly.
	"What time does it start?"
	"In like forty-five minutes."  Aaron answered for Brian.
	"Okay, put your shoes back on and we'll go."  I sent Aaron into the
house, laughing as he smiled widely at me.

	Brian and I watched as Aaron went into the house, apparently on a
search and destroy mission for his shoes.

	"So, what's really wrong with Kevin?"  Brian asked again.
	"I think I hurt his feelings."
	"Huh?"  Brian looked shocked.
	"Okay, I know I hurt his feelings.  I sorta cussed at him."  I
looked down at my feet, ashamed now.
	"Why'd you do that?"  Brian gave a nervous laugh.
	"He was digging in my ass about the meeting with Garrett.  He was
fathering me, and...."
	"Say no more."  Brian held a finger to my lips.  "I've wanted to
cuss him out for that for a loooooong time."
	"Shut up."  I laughed before Brian leaned in to kiss me.
	"I'll just talk to him, okay?"  Brian suggested.
	"Yeah, it'd probably be a good idea."  I sighed.
	"Go take your sexy ass--and Aaron--to the movies."  Brian pushed me
towards the house with a slap on the ass.
	"Yes sir."  I gave an evil grin as I walked back into the house.




(Part Twenty-Eight)




	"Thanks for taking me to see it."  Aaron thanked me profusely yet
again as we walked out of the theater.  "And for paying for it."
	"Oh well.  Even though you're the richest fourteen year old I know,
I figured it was the right thing to do."  I ruffled his hair.
	"I'm glad I'm saying at your place.  Nick wouldn't have brought me
no matter how much I begged."  Aaron sighed.
	"Well, isn't that how big brothers are supposed to act?"  I
laughed.
	"Yeah, I guess."  Aaron replied, rolling his shoulders.

	It was almost dark outside.  The sky had turned to a rich, dark
blue.  A few stars were starting to come out and the moon was glowing dimly
down at us.  You could definitely tell it was Friday night.  There were
people everywhere, talking loudly--particularly about bars and clubs they
were going to hit later that night.

	"Damn, I want that jacket."  Aaron stopped in front of a shop
window.

	I almost got onto him for cursing, but figured that it was probably
pointless.  Especially since he had the five guys--most of which cursed
like sailors--around him alot.

	"I wouldn't mind having it myself."  I replied.

	It was a black fleece navy peacoat.  It was double breasted and
straight lined.  The coat would definitely have looked good on either one
of us.

	"It's only three-hundred."  Aaron pointed at the sign that gave the
price.
	"Too rich for my blood."  I groaned.
	"Oh, come on."  Aaron looked up at me, disbelieving.
	"And you, too."  I laughed and wrapped an arm around his neck,
pulling him away from the shop.
	"Okay, okay."  Aaron laughed with me.
	"That was just some random shop.  I saw a jacket similar to that by
Versace once.  They only wanted two-fifty for their's."  I stated.
	"Now you're just making stuff up to keep me from buying it."  Aaron
finally got loose of my grip.
	"Basically."  I laughed as he continued to walk close at my side.
"But you don't need a three-hundred dollar jacket for everyday wear."
	"I feel bad for Booker."
	"Why's that?"  I gasped.
	"When he gets my age and asks for a hundred dollar pair of
sneakers, you'll probably strangle him."  Aaron poked me in the side and
ran off.
	"No, I'll get it out of my system on you."  I laughed and ran after
him, down the sidewalk in front of the mini-mall.

	Aaron wasn't trying to hard to get away.  I had caught up to him
just as we had gone past the mini mall into a park.  He was laughing as I
wrapped an arm around his neck again.

	"I'm sorry!"  Aaron pleaded as I gave him a 'noogie'.
	"You better be."  I finally released him.
	"Dang."  Aaron clutched his side and sat down on a small brick
divider that was between the sidewalk and the grass in the park.
	"Oh please.  You're fourteen.  That run didn't take anything out of
your young butt."  I teased and sat down next to him on the makeshift wall.
	"You're not that old."
	"Old enough."  I winked.
	"Yeah, I guess."  Aaron replied and pulled his legs up underneath
him until he sitting indian style on the wall.
	"Don't get too comfy.  We're not staying out here long."
	"I don't want to go back right now."
	"Why not?  I'm sure the guys are expecting us."
	"They're not really alot of fun."  Aaron replied as if it were
obvious.

	I let it sink in that maybe the fourteen year old wasn't having fun
with the four queens and two old men.  Finally, I pulled my legs up
underneath me as well and gave Aaron a quick smile.  People passed us by on
the sidewalk, or driving by in their cars, paying us no mind.  I actually
kind of enjoyed this.  People were paying less and less attention to me.
If I went thru with Garrett's plan, I would be alot more recognizable to
these same people that were now ignoring me.

	"Whatcha thinkin' about?"  Aaron asked.
	"Nothing really." I shrugged.  "I was just thinking how nice it is
that no one is mobbing me right now."
	"I hear ya'."
	"Are you and Nick not getting along or something?"  I asked, not
actually looking over at him.
	"No, we get along."  Aaron didn't sound too sure of himself.
	"Do Nick and A.J. bother you?"
	"What do you mean?"  He cocked his head.
	"I mean, the fact that Nick is, well..."
	"Gay?  No."  Aaron sighed.
	"You sure?"
	"Positive.  I mean, you're gay."  Aaron pushed me in the arm with a
smile.
	"Just a bit."  I laughed.
	"No, it doesn't bother me.  It bothers me that...nothing."  Aaron
let his legs drop in front of him.
	"What?"
	"Why does he have to act like I'm not important when A.J.'s
around?"  Aaron huffed, obviously upset about it.
	"He doesn't think you're not important."  I put an arm around his
shoulders.
	"It sure seems that way."  Aaron put an elbow on his knee and
balanced his chin in his palm.
	"A.J. will never replace you.  Nick's just in love, and well,
sometimes you forget the other people you love when that happens.  It
doesn't mean he loves you less."
	"He doesn't even pay attention to me."  Aaron looked up at me.
	"Have you told him that?"
	"Well, no!"  Aaron laughed.  "He'll think I'm stupid."
	"You're his brother.  He won't think you're stupid.  Just tell him
you want more attention from him.  Let him know you want to spend time with
him."  I explained.
	"I don't think he'll care."  Aaron sighed again, sounding more
depressed.
	"Ofcourse he will.  He might not at first, 'cause, well, we can all
be ignorant to what's going on sometimes.  But, I know he loves you.  So, I
think he'll pay attention to what you're saying.  I mean, who doesn't want
to do stuff with a kid that eats the whole bucket of popcorn?"  I teased
him.
	"Stop it!"  Aaron began laughing as I got him in a headlock and
ruffled his hair again.
	"Not until you cheer up!"  I ordered.
	"Okay, okay!  I'll cheer up!"  Aaron gasped as I let him go.
	"How about some ice cream?  My treat."  I stood up.
	"No, I'll pay."  Aaron stated as he stood.
	"Yeah, we'll see about that."  I punched him in the arm. "Race ya'
to the car, young'un!"

	Aaron ran after me with a laugh, obviously happier than he had
been.




	"You wanna come in and watch T.V. with us?"  I asked Aaron as we
entered the house thru the garage door.
	"Yeah."  Aaron smiled, but looked tired.
	"Go get your PJ's on first, boy."  I pushed him in the right
direction.
	"PJ's?"  Aaron giggled.
	"Sorry, you're not Booker.  Go get your pajamas on."  I laughed
with him.
	"Aight, I'll be back in a few."  Aaron shook his head at me and
took off.

	I set my backpack down by the door and stretched, almost reaching
to the ceiling.  After plugging my cell phone into the charger, I saunted
into the den to find all the guys sprawled out in the den, watching 'Harry
Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone'.  At first I thought they had all gone
buggers, but then I saw Booker sleeping in Brian's lap in the chair.  I
figured it had been Booker's choice to watch the movie, and after he had
fallen asleep, the guys were already interested in the flick.  Personally,
I liked the books and the movie, but it wasn't really the guys' flavor.
	Nick and A.J. were on the floor in front of the coffee table.
A.J. had his head on top of a couple pillows, propped up, while Nick was
laid out beside him.  Nick's head was rested on A.J.'s chest.  Howie was
sitting in the chair next to Brian, and Kevin was sprawled out on his own
on the couch.  Brian smiled lazily up at me as I went down the three steps
that took you into the den.

	"Want me to take him to bed?"  I asked as I leaned down to kiss
Brian.
	"Nah, I'll do it."  Brian gave me another quick kiss and got up,
cradling Booker in his arms.
	"He has some clean PJ's in the top drawer."  I offered before
taking Brian's seat.
	"How was the movie?"  Kevin drawled.

	Obviously he wasn't too upset--he was talking to me.

	"Crude, nasty and tacky.  Two thumbs up."  I laughed.
	"Sounds like my kind of movie."  Howie replied as I kicked off my
shoes with a groan.
	"My brother didn't drive you crazy did he?"  Nick made it sound
like Aaron was a burden.
	"No, your brother was fine.  He's a good kid."  I replied.
	"Good."  Nick replied, his head still not leaving A.J.'s chest.

	Harry, Hermione and Ron were playing a life size game of Wizard's
Chess on the T.V. when Aaron sauntered into the room.  He had on a pair of
boxers and a white tee.  He smiled at me sleepily before he went to the
couch and laid out on the other end, opposite of Kevin. I was beginning to
wish I had thought of it first.
	Brian came back in the room, sans Booker, and sat down in the chair
with me, cuddling up with me.  I let him squeeze into the chair with, then
wrapped my arms around his chest and laid my head against his chest.  Brian
began stroking my hair, running his fingers thru it as I nuzzled his chest.

	"Did you guys have fun?"  Brian whispered in my ear softly.
	"Mmm hmmm."  I barely got the sound out.
	"Good.  You didnt' happen to pick me up some ice cream, too, did
you?"  Brian giggled.
	"What makes you think we got ice cream?"
	"If you leave this house, you're not coming back unless you do."
Brian teased.
	"Nuh uh."  I laughed, but he knew the truth.
	"Riiiiiiight."  Brian kissed the top of my head.

	I lounged with Brian, watching the end of Harry Potter with the
guys.  When the credits started rolling, I knew it was bedtime for me.

	"Well girls--and Aaron--I'm going to hit the hay."  I yawned the
last bit.
	"Nite."  Aaron wished me goodnight.

	All the guys said their "goodnights" in turn, and I left to go to
bed after giving Brian a kiss goodnight.  Brian promised that he would be
in after a bit.  I didn't know what the guys were planning to do before
bed, but I knew it wouldn't be something I'd want to participate in.  That
usually led to trouble.
	When I got into my bedroom, I immediately saw Booker in the middle
of the bed, bundled up in the covers.  I didn't know if Brian had put him
to sleep in our bed or Booker had come in on his own.  Really I didn't
care.  I was too tired to worry about it.  It didn't take me long to strip
down to my boxers and crawl into bed next to Booker.
	As if by instinct, Booker scootched back against me and didn't stop
squirming until I had draped an arm over him and held him to me.  I was
glad Booker was there to cuddle with.  My whole body seemed to be shutting
down, and it felt good to have another warm body to hold onto as I drifted
off to sleep.  Booker made small breathing noises, lulling me to sleep as I
held onto him.  It wasn't but a few minutes before I was fast asleep.  The
last thought that came to me was the fact that it was just now ten o'clock.





	When I awoke the next morning, the sun hadn't even risen yet.  It
was starting to get lighter outside, but it wasn't quite light yet. Booker
was still next to me, curled up tightly in my arms.  Brian was on the other
side of him, an arm draped over Booker and I.  He was snoring softly,
somewhat of a hum.  I glanced over Brian at his clock and it was five in
the morning.
	I didn't necessarily want to get out of bed, but I knew I was wide
awake.  My body wasn't going to let me go back to sleep now.  I groaned my
disapproval, and rolled out of bed slowly.  Careful not to wake Brian or
Booker, I got out of bed and put my robe on.  As soon as I had closed the
bedroom door behind me, I padded softly down the hall towards the kitchen,
as to not wake anyone else.  I smiled to myself as I realized that the
first pot of coffee was going to be all mine.
	As I walked thru the dining room to the kitchen, I glanced into the
den and saw an arm hanging off the couch.  I cursed to myself, hoping that
whoever it was wouldn't wake up when I started busying myself in the
kitchen.  As quietly as I could, I put some coffee on to perc in the
kitchen, then searched thru my back pack that was at the door still for my
cigarettes and lighter.
	When the coffee was done, I poured myself a healthy mug full.
Loads of sugar and cream where added, and I grabbed the mug and my
cigarettes to go out on the deck.  I didn't bother to look and see who was
on the couch when I exited the house thru the sliding glass door.  It was
quite chilly outside, I noticed, and pulled my robe tightly around my
middle and plopped down in a chair.

	"Hey."  I cursed to myself as I heard Kevin's voice from the door.
	"Good morning."  I chirped as I lit a cigarette and took a healthy
drag.
	"Mornin'."  He yawned and sat down in the chair across from me.
	"There's coffee in the kitchen, if you want some."  I suggested as
I took a sip from my mug.
	"Yeah, that sounds good."  Kevin smiled but stayed sitting where he
was at.
	"Sleep on the couch again?"  I asked, tapping the ashes off the end
of my cigarette.
	"No.  Aaron did, though."  He yawned again.
	"Ah.  I was wondering who that was."  I shrugged slightly.

	Kevin just nodded his head, as if confirming it was Aaron on the
couch again.  I watched the sun slowly rise in the horizon, enjoying the
early morning cool that California offered.  Kevin curled up in his chair,
obviously not fully awake.

	"I'm sorry about yesterday.  I didn't mean to snap at you.  And you
know I didn't mean that whole thing about you being a leech."  I stated
lowly to Kevin as he held his knees to his chest.
	"Yeah, I know."  Kevin replied.
	"But ya' know what?  I'm not gonna fade out.  My career is not
over.  I'm going to do what I have to, even if it is a bit, depraved.  I
know it's not something you approve of, but I don't want your approval."  I
explained further.
	Kevin just listened.
	"And I know you were just trying to protect me.  I appreciate it, I
really do.  It's just, I'm not used to that.  I always take care of
myself."
	"Matt, it's okay.  Really.  I understand.  If you feel it's
something you need to do, then I'll support you."  Kevin replied evenly.
	"Thanks."  I didn't know if I should explain more, or if Kevin was
honestly not offended.  "You sure?"
	"Positive.  What are you going to do first?"  Kevin asked, not
sounding the least bit sarcastic.
	"You know, I had this real devilish idea."  I had to grin at the
thought.
	"What devilish idea would that be?"  Kevin turned his head to look
at me.

	I finally realized he was smiling about the whole thing, too.  He
truly wasn't offended.

	"Well--and just hear me out--I was thinking about hitting this club
in West Hollywood tonight.  Sort of like an unannounced visit out."  I
started.
	"It's a gay club, isn't it?"  Kevin shook his head, but began to
laugh.
	"Yes sir it is.  I mean, if people are just now questioning my
sexuality, I'm going to give them enough to talk about for years to come."
I laughed at myself.
	"Well, if you're sure you want to do it."  Kevin replied.
	"I am."
	"Then I want to come with you."  Kevin stated.
	"Oh yeah, let's get you in trouble, too."  I teased.
	"Hey, I'm married.  People can think what they want about me."
Kevin stated, then grinned.  "Besides, seeing that story in the papers
oughta make Kristin freak out."
	"Well, that would be a good way to get revenge."  I laughed at
Kevin.
	"Yeah.  And besides, Brian can't go with you.  That would really
fry you both.  It'd be best if I was there instead of him."  Kevin
reasoned.
	"Alright, just none of that fatherly crap, k?"  I looked down at
him as I went in to refill my coffee mug.
	"Right."  Kevin nodded once.
	"Coffee?"  I held up my mug.
	"Yeah, sure.  Black."  Kevin smiled at me as I went back into the
house.




(Part Twenty-Nine)




	"Where you go, daddy?"  Booker rubbed his eyes with his fists as he
yawned.
	"Uncle Kevin and I have to go out for a bit.  But I'll be back
before too long.  And Daddy will be here with you, okay?"  I sat down on
the edge of Booker's bed, next to him.
	"But I want you to sweep with me."  Booker whined.
	"I'll sleep with you when I get back."  I smiled down at him.
	"Pwomise?"
	"Cross my heart, buddy."  I made a motion across my chest.
	"Okay."  Booker finally gave me a smile.
	"Night night, buddy."  I leaned down ant kissed his forehead,
finally standing back up.
	"Night, daddy."  Booker rolled over on his side and watched as I
left the room, turning off the light and closing the door 'til it was open
just a crack.

	It was nine o'clock at night.  I hadn't even had a chance to get a
shower or get ready to go to the club.  Garrett had come over in the
afternoon, and I had to fill him in on what Kevin and I were up to. Garrett
was like a kid in a candy store.  He wanted all the dirty details--each one
gave him another reason to giggle.
	Kevin and I filled all the guys in on what we were going to do,
too.  Aaron had wanted to come with us because he thought it was going to
be hilarious.  However, we all explained to Aaron that a fourteen year old
couldn't get into a club--let alone a gay club.  He was disappointed, but
felt better after I promised to tell him all about it.  I had a hard time
thinking of him as a fourteen year old.  He definitely acted like a
twenty-something.
	Brian thought the idea was great, but was severely disappointed
that he couldn't make some waves with me.  He made mention that he wanted
to be able to come out and dance with me.  When Kevin and I made him
realize that would be way too obvious, he made Kevin promise to dance up
close on me for him.  Kevin laughed, but I told Brian that would be no
problem.
	As soon as I was sure Booker was satisfied with what I had told him
and he wasn't going to come charging out of his bedroom, I went to my room
to get ready.  Not one to waste time, I stripped down immediately and
headed to the bathroom.  I hadn't been in the shower two minutes when the
bathroom door opened.

	"Matt?"  I heard Kevin's voice, but couldn't look because my head
was under the shower.
	"I'm getting ready!"  I stated loudly.
	"Um, I have to shower with you."  Kevin replied.
	"Do what?"  I thought I hadn't heard him right, so I pulled my head
out from under the shower.
	"Howie's in Booker's shower, and I need to get ready, too."  Kevin
opened the other end of the shower and stepped in.

	I didn't bother looking back.  My face was suddenly very red.
Granted the shower had two shower heads, one on each end.  However, I never
thought it would be used like this.

	"Get out of here!"  I laughed, suddenly feeling like I needed to
wrap a towel around myself.
	"Brian said I could since Howie had the other bathroom occupied.
He said there was enough room for two in here."  Kevin stated, then began
turning the knobs at the other side of the shower.

	I didn't really know how to respond, so I put my head under the
water again and slicked my hair back.

	"Shampoo and conditioner's on your right there.  Will you hand them
to me?"  I reached a hand behind me, still keeping my eyes forward.
	"Jeez, you act like you've never seen a naked man before."  Kevin
laughed as I felt two bottles get placed against the palm of my hand.
	"Well, I don't make it a habit to look at naked men that I'm not
dating or fucking.  I don't even watch porn."  I replied sheepishly as I
took the two bottles from him.
	"Ah, well it's nothing.  The guys and I have all seen each other
naked before.  We had to share showers alot in the past at venues and
whatnot."  Kevin replied.
	"No wonder sixty percent of ya'll are gay."  I teased as I opened
the shampoo bottle.
	"I don't think that did it."  Kevin laughed loudly.
	"You just never know."  I squeezed a healthy helping of shampoo
into the palm of my hand.

	I tried to go about washing my hair as usual.  Shampooing wasn't
too bad.  I managed to get the shampoo in my hair, scrubbed around good,
then rinsed out thoroughly.  However, after I got my head loaded with
conditioner, I went to put the bottle back on the edge of the tub.  Due to
my clumsiness, I managed to drop the bottle.  Out of instinct, I bent over
and picked it up.  However, my ass managed to rub up against Kevin as I did
it.  The shriek was probably heard two houses over.

	"Good lord."  Kevin laughed at my squeal.
	"Sorry.  Just shocked me."  I stood up quickly, leaving the
conditioner bottle where it was.
	"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Matt."  Kevin stated
lowly.
	"I know, I'm...fuck, I'm sorry."  I laughed, shaking a bit.

	Kevin bent down behind me and grabbed the conditioner bottle, then
stood back up.

	"Here ya' go."  He handed it to me, from around my side.
	"Thanks."  I took it quickly from him.
	"I'm not going to try anything, Matt."  Kevin moved up close behind
me, speaking into my ear.
	"Well, you're close enough to."  I teased, slowly starting to relax
at Kevin's affirmation.
	"Will you hand me the shampoo?"  Kevin asked in a very deep voice.

	Instead of bending over at the waiste, I bent at the knees and
grabbed the bottle of shampoo and stood up quickly.

	"Here ya' go."  I passed it over my shoulder.
	"Thanks."  Kevin stated, then moved back over to his shower head.

	I stayed in the same position I had been in, letting the
conditioner set in my hair for a bit.  Finally, I realized that if Kevin
was trying some type of seduction, he would have done it already.  Nick and
A.J. had tried to seduce me in the past, and they didn't have the advantage
of being nude in a shower with me.  Suddenly, my inhibitions seemed to drip
away.

	"Well, since you're already in here," I grabbed a washclothe from
the side of the tub, "make yourself useful."
	"Huh?"  Kevin asked from behind me.
	"Wash my back for me."  I handed him the washclothe over my
shoulder.
	"That I can do."  Kevin laughed and took the clothe from me.

	I placed my hands against the shower wall at my end.  It took a few
moments as Kevin lathered the clothe up with soap, but finally he was
scrubbing my back for me.  I let my head roll back as Kevin scrubbed, going
somewhat slower than necessary.  I didn't mean to let it happen, but a low
moan escaped my lips.  Kevin seemed to slow down, and his scrubs turned
into rubbing.
	My back arched, pushing into his hands.  I didn't stop Kevin as I
heard the washclothe hit the floor of the shower and he put his other hand
on my back.  Slowly, he began to rub my shoulders, his hands on my bare
skin.  I rolled my neck, my chin connecting with his left hand as it rubbed
my shoulder.
	Kevin moved in closer to me, his body close enough to my backside
that I could feel the heat rising off him.  His hands moved down to the
middle of my back.  When Kevin let his hands roam from my back to my front,
playing up and down my stomach, I laid my head back against him.  His face
was now just an inch from mine.  Suddenly, I realized why I didn't want
Kevin around me too much.  Why I had pushed him away, and why I hadn't
wanted him in the shower.  I wasn't afraid of him.  It was me.  I had a
very sudden, very strong, urge to do very bad things with him.
	From the poking against my lower back, Kevin must have had the same
feeling.  My mind wasn't thinking for me, I found myself pushing back
against him.  My body was pushed harder against his.  I could feel the full
length of his very hard cock pointing straight up between us. Kevin groaned
as I pinned his hard cock between the two of us.  I felt Kevin's hands
going lower on my stomach, towards my crotch, then suddenly they stopped.

	"I can't, Matt.  I just can't."  Kevin propped his chin on my
shoulder and panted into my ear.

	I groaned a somewhat frustrated type of groan.  My cock was now
beginning to get hard.  I knew there was no stopping it.

	"It's okay.  You're straight.  You just don't like guys."  I panted
as I spoke, biting my lower lip.
	"No."  Kevin breathed into my ear.  "It's Brian.  I can't do that
to him."

	I suddenly felt like an ass.

	"Oh."  My cock proved me wrong by slowly deflating.
	"I'm sorry."  Kevin moved away from me slowly.

	I could feel his cock sliding down my back and away from me.

	"No, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have encouraged you."  I was finally
catching my breath.
	"It's not your fault."  Kevin turned away from me and began
shampooing his hair.

	I put my head under the shower again, rinsing the conditioner out
of my hair.  When my hair was clean of all the conditioner, I turned my
side of the shower off.

	"I'll just get dried off and start getting ready, while you, um,
finish."  I turned to notice Kevin was moving his hand slowly in front of
himself.

	I could tell he was slowly masturbating.

	"Alright."  Kevin replied as I opened my side of the shower and
stepped out.

	As soon as I began to dry off, Kevin began moaning just low enough
that only someone in the bathroom could hear him.





	"Ya'll are nice and sparkly."  Brian laughed as Kevin and I entered
the den for all the guys to give a final inspection.
	"Body glitter, baby."  I explained and looked down at my glistening
arms.
	"You also look like a Gadzook's blew up on your ass."  Nick looked
at me.
	"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"  Kevin looked at me.
	"It's normally a bad thing.  However, it's a good thing for
tonight.  Right A.J.?"  I replied.
	"Absolutely.  Good choice on the leather pants."  A.J. gave me a
"thumbs up".

	Kevin was wearing the black suede pants he had been trying on when
the Enquirer snapped pictures of us.  He had a plain white tee on that was
extremely tight, but sexy, on him.  His wrists were adorned with black
bracelets, and he had a few plain silver rings on.  His body was glittering
brightly from the glitter and his hair was beautifully spiked.  My outfit
was somewhat similar.  However, I had tight black leather pants on with a
white wife beater on.
	My arms were decorated with a few bracelets and rings, too.
However, I also had a armband tattoo in the shape of thorny vines.  Kevin
and I had managed to apply it and make it look like the real thing.  Every
patch of skin that showed was covered in glitter.  There was black liner
around my eyes, and mascara had been applied.  My hair was spiked as well,
and full of glitter.

	"I didn't know you had all of that crap laying around."  Brian
looked me up and down.
	"Ofcourse.  I knew the day would arrive that I would have to dress
like a person going to a gay rave."  I gave a crooked smile.
	"Right.  Well you two behave.  I don't want to my boyfriend and
cousin out of county tonight."  Brian laughed at me.
	"Us?  Be bad?  Never!"  I squealed and turned towards the front
door.
	"Oh lordy, just be good."  He replied with a sigh.
	"Bye, Matt!"  I heard Aaron speak up.
	"Bye!  Have fun, ya'll!"  Kevin and I spoke almost in unison.

	Kevin and I exited the house thru the front door and immediately
saw the car waiting on us.  Garrett was standing beside the car, leaning
back against it, smoking.

	"Hey Garrett."  Kevin drawled as we approached him.
	"You look like you're wearing a bin liner."  Garrett stated,
looking right at me.  "I love it."
	"What are you doing?"  I asked.
	"Having a fag.  Waiting on you."  Garrett replied before bringing a
cigarette to his lips.
	"Ah, well, we need to get our party on."  I leaned against the car
next to him, finally realizing that someone else was in the front, waiting
to drive us.
	"Well, let's go then."  Garrett flicked his cigarette into the
driveway and held the back driver side door open.
	"Go ahead."  I waved Kevin towards the door.

	Kevin climbed into the car and scootched over to the far side for
me so I could get in.

	"You look such the part."  Garrett gave me a nod.
	"Thanks.  I think."  I smiled and hopped into the car, letting him
shut the door behind me.

	Garrett walked around to the passenger side and got into the front
of the car.  The driver wasted no time in pulling out of the driveway and
heading towards our destination.

	"Did you two bring cash?"  Garrett asked over his shoulder as we
rode down the dark highway.
	"Credit cards."  Kevin replied.
	"Good.  Do you have my cell phone number?"  Garrett asked.
	"Yes."  I answered.
	"Call me when you're ready to leave.  We'll pick you up."  Garrett
instructed.
	"We can catch a cab, I'm sure."  I respond, pulling a cigarette out
and lighing it.
	"Yes, well, if you two cause a scene...."
	"I'm sure we will."  Kevin looked at me and laughed.
	"Then you'll need us there as quickly as possible to pick you up.
We'll probably wait outside for you, but if we're not there for any reason,
call me."  He finished.
	"I'm pretty sure Matt and I can handle a little partying, Garrett."
Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes at me.
	"Well, just remember to call us when you need us."
	"We'll remember, Garrett, don't worry."  I exhaled, blowing smoke
out the cracked window.
	"We won't."  Kevin replied, then reached over and rubbed my cheek,
close to my eye, with his thumb. "Eyelash."
	"Thanks."
	"Here we are."  The driver announced as we pulled in front of the
club.

	A line of people were wrapped halfway around the block while two
burly men guarded the front door.  Kevin opened his door as soon as the car
was completely stopped.  He was out before Garrett could say anything, and
I quickly followed suit.

	"Be careful!"  Garrett rolled down his window and shouted.
	"Yes, daddy!"  Kevin and I responded together as I lit another
cigarette.
	"G'bye!"  Garrett huffed at us, then the car pulled out.

	Kevin and I turned to finally notice everyone in line at the club
staring at us.  Obviously, we were recognized.

	"You ready for this?"  Kevin asked.
	"Yes.  But let's go straight to the bar when we get in."  I exhaled
smoke and dropped my cigarette, snubbing it out with the toe of a my shoe.
	"Well, come on, then."  Kevin grabbed my hand and held it tightly
in his, fingers interlace with mine, when he saw the guard at the door wave
us over.

	The guard didn't look happy to see us, but opened the door for us
as we approached.

	"Go on in."  The big burly guard on the right pointed his thumb at
the opened door.
	"Thanks."  Kevin replied for us and pulled me thru the door after
him.

	As soon as the door was shut behind us, we were throw into
darkness.  There was enough light coming from the other set of doors about
ten feet in front of us to tell that there was quite a party going on.
Kevin waited while I lit another cigarette, then drug me thru the second
set of doors by my hand.

	"Good lord."  I gasped, almost laughing, as I saw the sight before
us.
	"Huh?"  Kevin moved his head closer to me as the door swung shut
behind us and we were bathed in light and sound.

	I had never seen so many drag queens in one vicinity in my life.
There were other guys dressed like Kevin and myself.  Some women were
dressed like us, too.  However, I couldn't help but notice the blue and
pink wigs that poked up here and there in the crowd.  There were probably
only ten out of hundreds, but I noticed them first.
	The whole dance floor was jammed packed.  A very fast version of
Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" was thumping thru the speakers.  I smoked my
cigarette, arbitrarily flicking ashes on the floor, as I watched the sea of
people in front of us.  I didn't make a move until I felt Kevin pulling my
hand.

	"You still want that drink?"  Kevin screamed over the noise.
	"Definitely."  I laughed nervously and wrapped my fingers tighter
thru his.

	Kevin smiled down at our hands and began to lead me thru the sea of
bodies that bounced into us.  When we finally reached the bar, I think my
ass had been pinched two million times and someone had "accidentally"
bumped into me just as much.  Everyone that bumped into me said they were
"very sorry", so I just quickly told them it was okay and followed Kevin to
the bar.

	"What do you want to drink?  Kevin screamed at me.
	"Whatever will get me drunk the fastest."  I laughed as I took a
long draw on my cigarette.
	"You act like you've never been to a club before."  Kevin laughed
after shouting something at the bartender.
	"It just sank in that there's no turning back now.  And people are
touching my ass!"  I whined comically and turned to bury my face in his
chest.
	"I'll protect you!"  Kevin stated heroically and patted the back of
my head.
	"Thank you, sexy!"  I cooed up at him.

	Kevin frowned down at me, then opened his mouth to say something.
However, the bartender caught his attention and Kevin had to pull away from
me to get our drinks.  I was squeezing between two guys at the bar to snub
my cigarette out when Kevin handed me my drink. I took my drink from Kevin
quickly and brought it to my lips.

	"Wait, what is this?"  I asked, lowering my drink.
	"It's a Three Mile Island Iced Tea."  Kevin smiled proudly.
	"Is that like a Long Island Iced Tea?"  I cocked my head to the
side.
	"Just try it."  Kevin smirked.

	I raised the glass to my lips, and knowing it would probably taste
like shit, took a big gulp.

	"Wow!  I'm drunk."  I teased.
	"Pretty powerful, ain't it?"  He laughed.
	"To say the least."  I took another gulp, draining my glass to the
halfway mark.
	"Careful.  You'll get too drunk for me to have any fun with."
Kevin winked at me.
	"I've never been so drunk that I don't have fun."  I laughed at him
and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in to me.

	Kevin looked down at me, a weird smile on his face.

	"Is there a reason you're being so flirtatious?"  Kevin laughed,
but didn't pull away from me.
	"I didn't know I was flirting.  I thought we were supposed to be
here as a couple."  I teased.

	I wanted to say "Because I really want to fuck you", but thought
better of it.  Why was it that two guys I didn't really want to have sex
with, I ended up having a foursome with--with Brian?  However, I really
wanted to have sex with Kevin, but that didn't seem okay.  For some odd
reason, having one-on-one sex with Kevin would seem like cheating.  I
didn't want to think of what Brian would have to say about it.  I had a
feeling he'd think it was cheating, too.

	"Well, I guess it's okay then."  Kevin put his arms over my
shoulders and stared down at me.
	"Ofcourse it is.  Besides, you don't want to seem out of place at a
gay bar, do you?"
	"Hell no."  Kevin laughed loudly.

	Suddenly, a remix of the Geri Halliwell version of "These Boots
Were Made For Walking" started.  Kevin drained his drink quickly.  I took
his que and drained my glass as well.  Kevin let his hands drop to my hips
and gave me a mischievious grin.

	"We're gonna dance."  He drawled and began to drag me towards the
dance floor.
	"Oh are we?"  I winked and slowly followed him out to the dance
floor, not really noticing if people were bumping into me or not.





	"How'd you do that?"  I poked a finger down the front of a drag
queen's shirt.
	"Do what?"  She asked as I felt her up.
	"Get it to look like you have tits."  I was drunker than shit.
	"Oh girl, that's easy.  A little bit of tape and some blush will
make it look like you're stacked."  She laughed as I continued to inspect
her boobs.

	Kevin and I were out at the front of the club, talking to drag
queens, and well, just plain queens.  We had just called Garrett and asked
him to come pick us up.  While we waited, we figured we may as well talk
with our new found friends.  Being the two celebrities in the gay bar had
definitely attracted some attention.  We had made friends with a drag queen
and several gay men.  They all seemed really nice, but I'm sure that our
celebrity status had something to do with that.
	We had ended up dancing for an hour or so.  We made pit stops
throughout the night to get more drinks.  After two hours, we were both
totally hammered, but having an excellent time.  We probably would have
taken a break from dancing, but everyone around us wanted a dance.  Who
were we to deny them the chance?
	After awhile, Kevin got the call of nature and had to visit the
bathroom.  So we wouldn't lose each other, I followed him to the bathroom.
I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom and smoked a cigarette while
he went in to pee.  Within two seconds, he was back at my side.  I had made
a comment about him working quick.  However, Kevin immediately squealed
"There's men in there having sex, Matt!"  He looked completely embarassed.
	I took charge--mainly to see what the guys were doing--and went
into the bathroom with Kevin.  He was absolutely right.  Guys were blowing
each other, fucking each other, whatever they felt like doing. I figured I
could do much better than the rest of them, but felt it unwise to give two
men having sex pointers.  Kevin made me go into the bathroom stall with him
and wait while he peed.  The whole time I was trying to peek over and under
the stall door to watch the spectacle.
	After the bathroom break, we had another drink and went back to
find our drag queen friend to dance with.  She had informed us her moniker
was "Trashy Tina".  For some reason, I found this extremely funny.  Kevin
had popped a grin, but I think he had wanted to ask too many question of
the drag queen, and thought it unwise.

	"Girl, I know it can't be that easy."  I stood on tiptoe to look
down into her clevage.
	"I swear."  She made a motion of pushing from the outside of her
chest in.  "You just push all the skin this way, tape it into place.  Then
you run some blush down thru the center and it makes it look like you have
boobs."
	"That's awesome."  I felt her up again one good time before giving
up trying to figure out the logistics.
	"You should try it sometime."  She squealed at me.
	"Oh, I don't think I'd make a very pretty woman."  Kevin came up
behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his chin on my
shoulder. "I couldn't hold a candle to you, girl."
	"That's true."  She sucked her teeth, making me laugh.
	"You do look good."  Kevin drawled over my shoulder.
	"Don't I know."  She flipped her wrist at us. "Is that your ride?"

	I glanced behind us as she pointed out towards the street.  Sure
enough, Garrett had arrived with the car.

	"Yeah, that's us."  I replied as Kevin pulled away from me.
	"I have your number.  I'll call you sometime.  You and your
boyfriend need to come see me perform sometime."  She gave me a quick kiss
on the cheek and headed back into the club.
	"Alright, bye!"  I hollered after her as Kevin drug me towards the
car.
	"Come on, Mr. Popular."  Kevin laughed as we got into the car.
	"Oh please, I saw that built blonde man dancing up on you."  I
teased him as I shut the door behind me.

	Kevin just blushed at me.

	"Sounds like you two had fun."  Garrett laughed at us.
	"We did.  Now take us home, James!"  I hollered at the driver
drunkenly.





(Epilogue)




	"Goddamnit.  Grab me!"  I squealed as I began to topple thru the
open front door.
	"Hold it!"  Kevin grabbed me and yanked me back up before I fell
over.

	In the process, we both fell against the door frame.  I ended up
wrapped in Kevin's arms, looking up at him.  Not much would have stopped
me, I began laughing loudly as we laid against the door.

	"Shhhhh!  You'll wake everyone up."  Kevin scolded me, but still
laughing.
	"Shhhhh!  I'm hunting wabbits."  I replied and put a single finger
against his lips.

	I began laughing louder as Kevin held me tightly to him and I
pressed my finger into his face.  Before I knew what had happened, Kevin
had wrapped his lips around my finger, and was sucking gently.  I began
giggling softly as I pushed my finger slowly in and out of his mouth,
watching him get it wet with saliva.  Kevin moved his eyes up to mine and
watched me as I ran my finger in and out of his mouth.

	"We shouldn't be doing this here."  I stated calmly, however weak
my knees were.

	Kevin didn't answer, he just pushed me inside and closed the door,
locking it behind him.  Before I could do anything else, he had me pushed
against the wall and had his lips pressed against mine.  I quickly wrapped
my arms around his neck, returning his kiss.  I could already feel Kevin's
hard cock thru his pants pressing against me.  Kevin grabbed my ass and
pulled me up.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Kevin pinned me
against the wall, ramming his tongue into my mouth.
	I began running my fingers thru his hair, playing my tongue along
his as he rubbed my ass roughly.  Kevin began dry humping me against the
wall, making his pants covered cock poke against my ass.  I didn't even
think about it, I shoved my hands between us and ripped his pants open.
Kevin began breathing very heavily, his body spasming as I thrust my hands
into his pants.  The next thing I knew, there was a warm sticky substance
all over my hands.  Kevin kept spasming.

	"Oh god, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."  Kevin moaned heavily as he thrust
against my hands.
	"It's, um, okay."  I stammered as I pulled my soaked hands out of
his pants, wiping them slowly on his shirt.
	"I didn't mean for that to happen."  Kevin shivered as I unwrapped
my legs from around him and stood on my own.

	I was still drunk, and a guy had just prematurely ejaculated all
over my hands.  What an evening.

	"It's okay.  Really.  Um, we shouldn't have been, anyway, ya'
know?"  I tried to search for the right words.
	"Yeah, I know."  Kevin panted as I moved away from him.
	"I'm gonna go to bed."  I sighed, but smiled at him.
	"Um, yeah, okay."  Kevin began fastening his pants quickly.
	"I'll see you in the morning."  I waved, then quickly made my way
towards my room.

	Maybe Brian was still awake to finish me off....


To Be Continued....