Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 06:42:47 EST
From: Bbbrokworknprog@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok: Whatever It Takes Parts 15-18

Here I am again, folks.  Yet another chapter of Bad Boy B-Rok.  I got
e-mails from a couple more new readers this last time--that always thrills
me.  I always love to add folks to the "Bad Boy B-Rok Family".  It's also
good to know that new folks are discovering the story with each section I
post.  Besides my love of writing the story, you guys are what makes doing
this so much fun.  So, thanks muchly to all my readers and fans alike.  I
saw something interesting in the paper the other day.  It seems that Lou
Pearlman is being investigated by the five-o.  Seems he's had actors,
models, etc. pay him fifteen-hundred bucks apiece to post their pictures on
his company's website, however none of these folks have ever gotten any
jobs from paying for this service. Hmmmmm.  Makes ya' wonder.  Anyone that
has any comments about this (especially if the comment involves the phrase
"that fat bastard"), be sure to send them to me.  I'd love to hear how
fabulous you guys think this will be in the end.  Anyhoo, the usual
disclaimers apply.  Don't know any of the celebrities that may or may not
be mentioned in my story.  Don't know if they're gay.  I'd fuck them all.
I'm a big fat whore.  This has been established numerous times before.
Let's move on.  If you have any questions, answers, comments, blah blah
blah, you all know the deal, e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com!


"I don't wanna wear that. It only makes me look fat. Time to tone my
thighs. Gotta lose another size, yeah! What a way to wanna be.
Exfoliate--look great. Feel guilty 'bout what you ate. You're buyin' all
the books to learn the greatest looks, yeah. What a way to wanna be."
~Shania Twain, 'What A Way To Wanna Be!'.



Whatever It Takes
Bad Boy B-Rok
By-Lep
(Part Fifteen--Two Weeks Later)



	"How's your foot doing?  I don't hear clunking in the background."
Barb teased from her end of the line.
	"It's fine.  The doctor gave me the go ahead to start filming
Monday again."  I chuckled at her joke.
	"Excellent."  Barb gave a sigh of relief.  "Garrett and I were
getting sick and tired of Clinnon calling us everyday to see when you'd be
able to shoot.  I think he's having a nervous breakdown as we speak,
actually."
	"Good.  He deserves it."

	I snubbed the cigarette out that I had been smoking in the ashtray
on the deck railing.  It was a rather beautiful day in California, if I did
say so myself.  The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and the smog
wasn't too thick.  Brian had taken Aaron and Booker out to a movie, so I
had the house all to myself.  Since the boot had just come off, I felt like
dancing thru the house happily.  However, I thought that might be pressing
my luck, and avoided exertion.
	Instead, I opted to start to work on a few things that needed to be
done before shooting resumed on my movie.  One of those things included
calling Barb to see how my schedule was, following the boot coming off.  I
also had to discuss a few other things with her that were about as boring
as boring got.  However, it all had to be done.  Since I had the house to
myself, there was no time like the present.

	"True.  I have some magazine shoots lined up for you.  I got a call
from the brass over at MTV.  They want to get an interview from you about
your upcoming musical. Um," I could hear Barb sorting papers in the
background,"we have a winner on that contest we were running thru your fan
club.  It's a female."

	I gave a sigh of relief.

	Barb laughed.  "Don't worry.  No gay men that want to bed you won
the contest.  Just a forty-two year-old housewife from Illinois."
	"Boy howdy."  I teased.
	"Exactly.  You need to call Andre and set up a rehearsal schedule
for this coming week that will work with your shooting schedule.  However,
I'll take care of that for you."
	"Thanks, sug."
	"Oh, and Garrett wants to know what kind of waiting period there is
for us to take our number one client out to lunch?"  Barb cackled.
	"Number one?"  I knew my tone was dripping with sarcasm. "Am I not
your only client?"
	"That's just arguing semantics.  But yes."  She huffed.  "When can
we take you out to lunch?"
	"How about Sunday?"  I stated, right before I heard my doorbell
ring.  I headed towards the door, continuing the conversation.  "We could
have brunch."
	"Oooooh, tasty."  I could practically hear Barb lick her lips.
	"Mind if I invite the family?"  I asked bashfully as I approached
my front door.
	"Not at all."  Barb chirped, then I heard more papers shuffling.
"Oh, and I forgot to tell you that I have the four-one-one on Marcus."
	I paused before opening the door.  "Already?  That was alot quicker
than I thought."

	There was a Federal Express man on my porch when I finally opened
the door.

	"Delivery for Matt Thompson?"  He asked.
	"That's me."  I smiled at him, then spoke into the phone.  "Hold
on, Barb."
	"Alright, sweetie."  She agreed as I situated the phone between my
head and shoulder, to make my hands free.

	The FedEx guy handed me a clipboard and pen to sign for whatever it
was he had for me.

	"Just sign on that line."  He pointed to a box on his clipboard.
	I signed the form for him.  "Whatcha got for me?"
	"Just this."  He handed me a FedEx box with another cheerful smile.
	"Jeez.  Is it that nuclear report from the U.N. on Iraq?"  I joked
about the weight of the package.

	He gave me an appreciate smile and shrugged his shoulders.

	"Well, thanks."  I gave him a slight wave as I tucked the box under
an arm and closed the door.

	I made my way back towards the deck as I put the phone back to my
ear.

	"So, you found him?"  I asked Barb.
	"Yeah.  Do you want me to tell you, or..." She trailed off.
	"I guess--I mean, yeah, he's my brother, I want to know."  I
replied confidently as I plopped down at the umbrella covered table on the
deck.
	"Okay."  More sounds of flipping paper.  "Give me a sec here,
sweetie."
	"Alright."  I replied as I tore open the seal on the box.

	As Barb looked for information, I opened the box, and pulled out
the contents.  It was a big stack of papers that looked like a movie
contract, or something similar.  I noticed it was from a lawyers office,
but didn't read it right away to see what it was about, because Barb chimed
back into the conversation.

	"Here we go."  She let out a breath.  "Ready?"
	"Hit me, baby."  I stated in a deep voice as I sat back from the
table and lit a cigarette.
	"He's living in Dallas, still.  So, he didn't move far, far away as
you suspected.  He finished college, became an accountant, has a private
firm there in town."
	"And?"  I rushed her, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
	"Um, married once.  Divorced once."  She continued.  "He has one
child from the marriage--a two year old baby girl.  Seems like a pretty
clean, case, I guess."
	"That's a relief."  I sighed.
	"Are you sure, this Marcus Brown is your brother, though?"  Barb
asked quickly.
	"Yeah, why?"
	"Um, well....."
	"What, Barb?  Spit it out."  I laughed.
	"Well, he's just not quite what I was expecting to find.  That's
all."  She explained.
	"Oh."  I chuckled.  "Yeah, usually people were shocked to find out
we were brothers."
	"Gotcha.  Just making sure I hadn't checked into the wrong person,
is all."
	"No, you did fabulous."  I complimented her.  "And thank you very
much."
	"You want me to call him for you?"  She sounded giddy.  "Set up a
meeting or something?"

	I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

	"What's so funny?"  She growled.
	"Barb, he's family.  You don't set up meetings with family.  You
invite them over for a visit."  I explained why I was so amused.  "But, no.
I'll call him.  E-mail me, or fax me the information and I'll call him."
	"Your wish is my command Miss Bitch."  I could practically see her
roll her eyes.
	"Someone's very cunty today."  I teased.  "I'll talk to you later."
	"Alright, bye sweetie."  Barb replied cheerfully.
	"Bye."  I chuckled.

	I shook my head as I clicked the "off" button on the phone and set
it down on the table beside my delivery from FedEx.  I finished my smoke,
and snubbed it out before attacking the stack of papers in front of me.
However, once I'd read the first page, and realized what I was looking at,
I quickly lit another cigarette.  My mind couldn't process what I was
looking thru.  The delivery had me totally blindsided.  Why hadn't I heard
that this was going to be delivered to me before?  Why hadn't Brian told
me?
	Carefully, I read thru the second page.  Then the third.  Then the
fourth.  By the time I got to the fifth page, I was practically out of
breath.  I don't know why this was shocking to me, but it was.  Why hadn't
Brian warned me ahead of time I was going to be getting this?  Did he think
I liked surprises like this coming with the daily deliveries thru FedEx?
Before going on to the sixth page, I picked up the phone and called Barb
back.

	"Hey."  I interupted her little "hello" speech.
	"Ah ha, I thought you'd be calling back."  She schmoozed.  "I knew
you couldn't go long without hearing my voice."
	"Right."  I gave a heavy sigh.  "I need a lawyer, Barb."
	"Who'd you kill and why?"  She chuckled, only half joking.
	"Nobody yet."  I sighed.







	I scuttled down the hall of Barbara's office building, carrying the
papers under one arm, and a cup of Starbuck's in my hand.  If I wasn't
worried about Barbara killing me, I would have been smoking.  She was a
smoker herself, but you just didn't smoke in buildings in California.  The
police of anal retentive fake people would getcha.  That or someone would
throw a can of paint at you.  It wasn't just for fur anymore.
	Before leaving the house, I left a note from Brian and the boys,
letting them know I was off to see Barbara.  I hadn't left a reason why I
had to see Barb.  Brian would have thought I was panicking, and well, why
should he know the truth?  It wasn't his fault that I freaked out at the
papers his lawyers had sent me.  But I had, so there was no reason to let
him know.
	The panic attack lasted until I got all the way down to Barb's
office, and barged in to find her sorting papers and looking absolutely
perky.  It was good to know that she was looking happy as could be when I
was panicking. It seemed that everytime I had something bothering me, no
one else was going thru any type of distress at all.  Ofcourse, I did fall
into the "drama queen" category.

	"Well, now you and Clinnon can qualify for the group rate at the
nuthouse."  Barb stopped everything she was doing to look up at me.
	"It's not funny."  I slammed the door closed behind me, and marched
over to sit down in front of her desk, slapping the papers down on her
desktop.
	"Careful!  I've just sorted everything."  Barb chastised me.
	I looked around at her office that was always in disarray.  "You
must have a funny filing system."  I snorted, then took a large sip of my
mocha frap.
	"It's called the Enron Method."  She gave me a sarcastic smile as
she picked up the stack of papers.  "Only I can understand it, and even
then, it's not one hundred percent accurate."
	"I see."  I sighed.  "What's this about?  Why's he doing this to
me, Barb?  Does he hate me?  Is he planning on leaving me?"

	Barb looked up from the stack of papers with a "shut up, you silly
bitch" look on her face, then went back to reading.

	"I mean, what'd I do to him to make him send me this?"  Another
large sip of my coffee.  "Can I smoke?"

	Another look from Barb.

	"Okay, fine."  I set my drink on the table by my chair and crossed
my arms over my chest.
	"Matt, you might want to get your doctor to prescribe you some
valium."  She didn't even bother looking up from the papers.
	"Har fucking har."  I rolled my eyes.
	"Matt, what's bothering you about this?"  Barb asked.
	"He's suing me!"  I screeched.

	Barb looked up at me, as if she wasn't sure I was serious.  When
she saw that I was, she began laughing hysterically.  I contemplated
slapping her, but that would be too gay, even for myself.  I crossed my
arms over my chest, watching her as she held her stomach and cackled at me.
Apparently, she had been saving up some laughs for me.

	"Are you done yet?" I snapped when she started to calm down.
	"I'm not sure.  If you make another comment like that, I'll start
again."  She giggled, wiping her eyes.  "He's not suing you, Matt.  Why
would he sue you?"
	"I don't know, but look!"  I pointed at the stack of papers in
front of her.
	"Matt, this is a palimony agreement.  Get out of my office."  She
picked up the stack of papers and held them out to me.
	"I know what it is."  I shoved the papers back onto her desk and
moved forward in my chair to point at key highlights.  "He wants visitation
rights, we split everything down the middle...."
	"If for any reason you two should ever end your romantic
relationship.  It's just an agreement that if you two ever split up, you
treat it like any court would a legal divorce."  Barb stated.  "Just like
any other couple, Matt.  If you two split up, he gets visitation rights
with Booker.  You split finances down the middle.  I'm not sure who gets
the house, since I haven't read the whole thing..."
	"Why would he feel this is necessary?  I mean, I'm a totally
rational person!"  I squealed.

	Barb just looked up at me.

	"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes.
	"Matt, he's just protecting his financial future, and his
relationship with Booker.  I think it's kinda sweet that he'd still want to
be involved in Booker's life, even if you two weren't together."
	"Yeah, so sweet I could shit."  I stopped her.  "Why--out of the
blue--does he decide we need this?"
	Barb pointed at the top of the first sheet.  "Brian had this
written up two weeks before you two had your committment ceremony, Matt."
	"Oh."
	"Didn't you have any clue that this might happen since you had
decided to get married?"  She asked.
	"Well, no."
	"Well, you should have thought of it yourself."  She sat back in
her chair.  "Smoke if you want, I don't care."

	She didn't have to tell me twice, I pulled my cigarette's out of my
pocket and lit one quickly.

	"You pay the fine if we get caught."  She chuckled and lit one of
her own.  "I think it's a good idea for the two of you, really, Matt.  You
don't have to be a lawyer to understand that part of it."
	"Why's it a good idea?  I mean, he's not even working right now.
I'm already worth more than he..."
	"Right now."  She stopped me.  "Just because he's not working now
doesn't mean he won't in the future.  He might make hundreds of millions
later on.  And you'll get to share in the wealth if he does."
	"And he gets to share in mine!"
	"Well, yes.  Which makes him secure."  She shrugged.  "But, just
supposing you went bankrupt."
	"Never would I..."
	"Well, let's just say you did for argument's sake.  Well, you're
entitled to half the money you two share."  She gleamed with a smile.
"That means if either of you falls on hard times, the other will support
them."
	"Oh."  I saw her point.
	"More than likely, yes you will always have more money than Brian
if things stay as they are with your careers."  She conceded.  "However,
this protects you financially as much as it does him."
	"I hate it when you're right."  I exhaled heavily.
	"You must hate me quite often."  She winked.



(Part Sixteen)



	When I got back to the house, it was three o'clock and Brian's car
was in the garage.  That meant he had taken Booker and Aaron to the movies,
and was back at home waiting on me to show up.  Before going back into the
house, I shoved the paperwork from Brian's lawyers into my backpack.  That
way he wouldn't see that I had it and feel the need to discuss it
immediately.  I really wasn't in the right state of mind to discuss signing
away half of my money.  Not to mention half of Booker.
	I could hear Aaron and Booker in the den playing each other at
Playstation.  Aaron was telling Booker how he didn't know how a little kid
was whooping up on him at Playstation.  I understood his plight.  I was
convinced the boy was cheating.  I'd never known an elementary school kid
to be so good with a game.
	Brian wasn't in the kitchen when I checked.  I figured he'd have
been fixing dinner already--my precious little housewife.  However, he must
have been in the middle of something else.  The answering machine was
blinking, so I hit the button to play back the messages, and headed to the
fridge.  As I was pulling a bottle of Heinneken out, I heard Harvey's
voice.

	"I hear your foot's better."  He practically sung.  "Remember to
call Andre to set up a rehearsal schedule."

	I gave the machine the middle finger as I popped the cap off the
bottle of beer and took a sip.

	"Matt, it's your baby sister Kylie.  If you're not too busy being
rich and famous, give me a call."

	That deserved another finger.

	"Matt?  Jesus Christ, thank God your foot is better.  Listen, be in
Monday at six sharp.  Morning that is.  We need to start shooting again
stat.  We'll shoot from six until two daily.  I'm just glad you're fucking
better.  I was having a goddamn coronary over here.  Bob is going fucking
insane on me because I'm behind schedule. But you know that
wanker.......beep."

	Leave it to Clinnon to talk longer than the machine allows.  It
took me a couple minutes, but I found Andre's number in my backpack, stuck
into my organizer.  After a short, five minute talk, we decided to do
rehearsals in the evenings from four until eight.  And from seven in the
morning until three on Saturday and Sunday.  The showcase would be a week
after our first rehearsal, which meant it would be on a Monday night.  I
just knew I'd die before it was all said and done, but Andre's enthusiasm
was somewhat contagious, so I kept a positive attitude.

	"You...are...so.....sexy."  Brian stated seductively as he came up
behind me and wrapped his arms around me while I stood by the phone.
	"You noticed."  I teased and laid my arms over his.
	"I missed you all day long."  He stated as he leaned down and
kissed my neck.
	"I bet you did."
	"You need to follow me to the bedroom."  Brian pressed his crotch
against my ass.
	"What about Aaron and Booker?"  I whispered, not wanting them to
hear me.
	"Aaron!  Booker!"  Brian hollered over my shoulder.

	Brian was answered with "yeah's".

	"Behave yourselves for awhile.  Matt and I have to talk alone."

	They both answered again with uninterested replies.

	"Come on."  Brian began moving backwards to the hall.
	"You're being naughty."  I sang lightly.
	"I need to fuck you."  Brian whispered, then bit my earlobe
lightly.
	"We really shouldn't."  I knew I wanted to.
	"You're right.  But that's what makes it fun."  Brian giggled
playfully.
	"Oh, alright."  I shrugged.  "But guess what?"
	"What?"  Brian asked as I turned to look at him.
	"I don't have the boot."  I pointed down, then punched him in the
shoulder playfully.  "You're it."

	Brian laughed and chased after me as I raced down the hall towards
our bedroom.  Immediately, I hopped up on the bed and stripped my shirt
off.  I knelt on the bed, waiting for Brian as he locked the door, stripped
his own shirt off, then hopped onto the bed.  He wasted no time in tackling
me and falling on top of me, pressing our bodies together.  It took some
doing, but I got Brian to hold himself up as I reached between us and
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then rolled them down to his thighs.

	"Free ballin' it today are ya'?"  I looked back up at him when I
noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear.
	"I knew we'd bump into each other today."  He teased.
	"Literally I'm sure."  I rolled my eyes.

	Brian just winked as he pressed his hard cock back against me,
practically trying to drill a hole thru my thigh.  With his cock grinding
into my thigh, Brian attached his mouth to my neck, sucking and licking at
my flesh like he was nursing a bottle.  I placed my hands on his bare ass,
running them up his body, slowly over his back to his head.  His mouth came
away from my neck with a wet sound as I placed my hands on either side of
his head and pulled him away from my neck.

	"No hickies, baby.  I film on Monday."  I stated, then leaned up
and kissed him, biting his bottom lip as I lowered myself back down.
	"No hickies on the neck."  He nodded.  "What about hickies in other
places?"
	"Like where?"  I grinned evily.
	"Hmmmm, let me think about that one."  Brian squinted, thinking
about the possibilities.
	"I've got it."  Brian grunted as I flipped quickly, putting him on
his back.
	"Oh yeah?"  Brian humped up towards me as I began kissing his
chest, working my way downwards.

	I didn't answer, I just moved down on him, wasting no time in
getting to his cock.  When I got to his cock, I grabbed him roughly in my
left hand and steadied him, pointing straight up towards me.

	"Oh yeah, suck it baby."  Brian grunted as he looked down at me,
hovering over his cock.

	I couldn't help but smile widely, knowing what I had in mind. As
soon as I was sure I wouldn't laugh, I wrapped my lips around the very tip
of the head of his cock.  At first, Brian moaned at the feeling of my lips
on him.  Then he realized what I was doing.

	"HOLY FUCK!!!!"








	Brian was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as if in a coma.
I was pulling my shirt on over my head, getting dressed slowly as I sat on
the side of the bed.  When Brian hadn't done anything but mumble
incoherently and stare at the ceiling for five minutes straight, I decided
the love making was over.  I decided to get dressed, and get back out into
the den with the boys before they got worried about our whereabouts.

	"That's....just...I....don't...know."  Brian mumbled again as I
pulled my shirt down over my chest and stomach.
	"You're welcome."  I stated, laughing to myself.

	He didn't say anything else.  Brian continued to lay on the bed and
stare upwards as I slipped to my jeans.  He was mumbling something about
"best blowjob ever" as I zipped and buttoned up.  When I realized I'd had
enough of "dazed Brian", I turned around, and crawled up onto the bed,
laying out on my stomach and balancing my chin on his chest.  Brian didn't
seem to notice that I had my chin on his chest looking up at him.

	"You gonna snap out of it anytime soon?"  I teased before kissing
him lightly on the chest.
	"I've never cum so hard in my whole....fucking life."  Brian sighed
heavily.
	"Thank you."  I gave a toothy smile.
	"I can't believe you left a hickey on my dick, though."  He finally
looked down at his cock.

	As planned, there was a large purple, welt looking mark on the head
of his cock.  When I'd latched my mouth onto Brian, I had sucked as hard as
I could without passing out.  He shot within a matter of seconds.  I was
treated to the largest load of cum I'd ever seen him shoot, and he was left
with a hickey on his cockhead.

	"Believe it."  I kissed him quickly, then hopped off the bed and
headed towards the bathroom.  "You know, if you really loved me, you'd take
me out tonight."
	"Huh?"  Brian answered in his comatose tone.
	I laughed as I got my toothbrush and toothpaste.  "We haven't gone
out, just the two of us, since, shit, I can't remember when."
	"Oh, so you don't mind being seen alone in public with me and
having people speculate that I'm married to you?"  Brian finally snapped
out of his coma and rolled over onto his side, propping his head up with
one hand.
	"Don't be silly."  I walked into the bedroom with my toothbrush
loaded up with paste.  "At the most, people will think we're just fucking,
not married."  I gave him a grin before popping my toothbrush into my mouth
and heading into the bathroom again.
	"Very funny."  He groaned at my joke.  "Why do you want to go out?"
	"I don't know."  I mumbled around the toothbrush.  "I want a night
out."
	"You're not kidding are you?"  I looked up at the mirror to see
Brian saunter into the bathroom with his boxer briefs on.

	I shook my head "no".

	"You know how long it's been since we had a 'date' with just the
two of us?"  Brian's eyes got wide.
	"Can't 'member."  I winked.
	"Exactly."  He shook his head in disbelief.  "Hell yah, I'll take
you out, baby."
	"Good."
	"Now, make sure to scrub all the spermies out good."  Brian gave me
a peck on the cheek before heading over to the toilet.

	I spit out the toothpaste and began to rinse my brush as Brian
lifted the seat of the toilet.

	"You're disgusting."  I turned my nose up.
	"What?"  He cocked his head to the side.
	"We may be married, but I can't believe you'd even consider taking
a piss with me in here."  I laughed as I turned on the water and dipped my
hand under the faucet to catch some.
	"Oh good Lord, you and your rules."  He rolled his eyes and pulled
his dick out thru his fly.

	I tried to ignore what was going on at my side, and leaned down to
rinse my mouth out.  However, as soon as I turned the water off, and still
heard water running when I was drying my hands, I couldn't help but dislike
it.

	"Just don't ever try to take a shit with me in here, alright baby?"
I shook my head and headed for the door.
	"Sure you don't want to hold it for me?"  He teased.

	Brian laughed when I shrieked like a woman and ran out of the
bathroom.

	"Big pussy!"  He shouted.



(Part Seventeen)



	"You're going to be good, right?"  I leaned down to kiss Booker as
Brian opened the garage door for us.
	"Yeah."  Booker rolled his eyes as I pulled back from him.
	"Little terd."  I tweaked his nose, making him laugh.
	"Will you two just get?  You won't be able to have dinner before
the movie if you don't hurry."  Barbara practically shoved me towards the
door.
	"Okay, okay."  I stated huffily as I stood and headed for the door.
	"Just go--have fun.  The boys and I will have a blast."  She
hurried me along.
	"Yeah, come on, baby."  Brian grabbed my arm.
	"Thanks for watching them, Barb."  I stated as I grabbed my peacoat
from Aaron.
	"No problem, now get the hell out."  She laughed, shoving Brian and
I out the door, closing it behind us.

	Brian laughed loudly as we stood in the darkness of the garage.  I
sighed as he grabbed my jacket and held it for me.

	"The way she acts, I'm afraid they have a keg being delivered
soon."  I sighed and slipped into the jacket as Brian held it.
	Brian looked at his watch as I did up the jacket.  "It's due in
like thirty minutes, so we better get moving."
	"Very funny."  I winked at him and got into the passenger side of
Brian's car.

	Brian hopped into his side of the car, and hit the remote for the
garage door.  Brian and I put our seatbelts on and he started the car up.
It didn't take long for Brian to pull out, close the garage, and get us on
the road.  When it came to the possibility of a movie being sold out, Brian
drove like his ass was on fire.

	"Did I tell you how sexy you look tonight?"  Brian asked from his
side of the car as he sped down the highway.
	"Not yet, but thank you."  I smiled at him.
	"I think you could wear a paper bag and be sexy."  He stated
nonchalantly.
	"Leth not be thilly."  I lisped.

	Brian just gave me a grin and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers
thru mine as he steered with his free hand.  I held his hand in mine as I
pulled a cigarette out and lit it, cracking the window.

	"Do you have to do that in MY car?"  Brian rolled his eyes
playfully.
	"I don't complain when you eat chips and crackers in bed, do I?"  I
stated.  "And I'm not asking you to lay on my cigarette."
	"Point taken."
	"Good boy."  I squeezed his hand and gave him a wink.
	"I was thinking sometime soon, maybe when you have a couple days,
or even longer off from shooting, we could go see mom and dad." Brian
suggested.
	"Sure," I exhaled smoke out the window,"that could be fun."
	"I know they get tired of having to always come out here."
	"Well, they do live in Kentucky.  Do they expect us to jump at the
oppurtunity to go there?"  I teased.
	"Hey, now.  I was born and reared there."  Brian glanced at me.
	"And the whole state is still trying to get over that."
	"You're so hateful to me."  Brian played along.
	"And you loooooooooove it."  I held his hand up and gave it a quick
kiss.  "Love you."
	"I love you, too, baby."  Brian gave me a quick wink.

	In just a few short minutes, Brian and I were at the restaraunt.
Brian had made reservations for a nice, romantic, candlelight Italian
dinner.  I was quite impressed we hadn't gone to McDonald's.  I may paint a
bad picture of Brian's taste, but he'd take a burger over anything
"fancy-schmancy" any day.  So, it was quite a big deal that he'd picked a
restaraunt wherein you didn't order your food by screaming thru a speaker
while your car idled.
	We were led directly to our booth in the back of the sparsley lit
restaraunt by the hostess after we checked our coats.  The fact that they
had a coat check was even more surprising to me.  Brian's thoughtfulness
meant one of two things.  He either wanted to get laid real bad, or he
really loved me.  I was choosing to go with the latter.  As soon as the
hostess left us alone at our table, Brian's gaze caught me.

	"Whatcha lookin' at?"  I asked as I settled back into my booth,
crossing my legs.
	"The most gorgeous guy in the whole world."  He sighed.
	"Okay, what do you want?"  I teased.  "First, you pick a restaraunt
I'd like.  You dressed up."

	Brian chuckled as I waved a hand at him.

	"And you're being all lovey-dovey."
	"I just love you so much I can't help it."  He stated, letting his
foot wander over to mine.
	"In that case, I won't be suspicious."  I leaned forward slightly
with a playful grin.
	"Good.  'Cause I'm doing this because I want you to enjoy
yourself."  He smiled back, and reached across the table to grab my hand.
	I let him take my hand in both of his and hold it, but knew I had
to warn him.  "You're feeling awful brave in public.  You never know when
someone might run to the tabloids after seeing you hold my hand."

	Secretly, I didn't care and was enjoying the attention.

	"Do you care?"  He asked, cocking his head to the side.  "'cause I
don't anymore."
	"Not really, I don't."  I shrugged.  "I can't smoke, so I may as
well do something else with my hands.  And since I can't do what I really
want with them..."

	Brian wriggled his eyebrows at me.

	"...I may as well hold your hand."
	"You're so flirtatious."  He stated.  "It's no wonder everyone
falls for you."
	"Or they've heard about how good I am in bed."
	"That, too, ofcourse."  He laughed lowly.

	Suddenly, a waiter appeared at the side of our table, with menus in
tow.  Brian started to pull back from me, but I clutched his hand tightly
and wouldn't let him let go.

	"Good evening."  The waiter looked undaunted as he laid our menus
on the table.  "I'm Marian, I'll be your waiter.  Can I get you two
gentlemen something to drink?"
	"I'll have a glass of Merlot.  Just the house, doesn't matter."  I
gave the waiter a smile.
	"And for you, sir?"  He asked Brian.
	"Uh, the same I guess."  Brian stated, looking like he wasn't sure
what to say.
	"He'll have a Heinneken."  I corrected him.

	I knew Brian had just been caught off guard with me holding his
hands, so he wasn't prepared for questions.

	"Very well."  The waiter replied, then took off, trying to look
gracious.
	"Did he just say his name was Marian?"  I moved my attention back
to Brian.
	"I think so."  Brian supressed a giggle.
	"His parents don't like him methinks."  I winked at Brian.
	"Thanks."
	"For what?"  I asked.
	"Making sure I didn't get a glass of merlot."  He sighed, and sat
back, his hands sliding away from mine.  "I would've hated drinking it."
	"I know.  You looked a little confused, so I thought you might need
help there.  Besides, I know the only time you drink wine is when I do, and
you don't really enjoy it."  I explained as I sat back as well.

	Brian just watched me.

	"But I know you like Heinneken, so there ya' go."  I replied and
looked down at my lap nonchalantly, smoothing the thighs of my pants.  "Oh,
you probably would've preferred a Jack and coke, though.  We can tell the
waiter when he comes back."

	Brian just smiled as I glanced up from my lap, realizing I had told
the waiter the wrong drink.

	"A Heinneken's perfect, baby."  Brian gave me an unusual grin.

	I watched him for a minute, as he gave me the look, not able to
decipher what the look meant.

	"What?"  I asked.
	"You just amaze me, is all."  Brian shook his head.  "I feel like
the Ozzy in our relationship."
	I cackled--a little more loudly than I would've liked.  "Why do you
say that?"
	"You take such good care of me.  You're such a Sharon."  Brian
sighed.
	I moved forward in my seat, grabbing Brian's hands again.  "Let me
tell you something, baby."
	Brian looked over at me.  "What's that?"
	"First of all, you watch too much MTV while I'm at work."  I
started.  "Second of all, I think we actually make a great team.  Neither
of us is more able than the other."
	"I don't know."  He squinted.  "You definitely are more levelheaded
than me."
	"Oh please!"  I chuckled.  "I'm such a drama queen.  I freak out at
the littlest thing."
	"True.  But only when it's nothing major."
	"Exactly."  I stated.  "You keep me sane when I'm freaking out, and
I keep you sane when you're freaking."
	"So, you're glad you married me, then?"  Brian gave me an evil
smile.
	"Immensley."  I replied, right as the waiter showed up.
	"Your wine."  He set my glass in front of me.  "And your beer,
sir."
	"Thank you."  Brian replied quickly, then turned his gaze back to
me, not taking his hands from mine.
	"Are you ready to order?"  The waiter asked, as I looked at Brian.
	"Not yet, give us a bit."  Brian answered without looking up.
	"Very well."  The waiter sounded a bit disgruntled as he took off
again.
	"I love you."  Brian stated.
	"Not as much as I love you."  I replied as Brian pulled his hands
away again and grabbed his beer.
	"Now," Brian set his beer down after taking a sip and grabbed his
menu,"what are we going to eat?"
	"Besides each other?"  I cocked my head to the side, tongue in
cheek.
	"Exactly."  He laughed.

	I picked up my menu and opened it, glancing over the dishes that
were offered.  As mentioned before, it was all Italian, so that meant they
had everything I loved.  Pasta and I were the best of friends.  Of course,
Andre told me to stay away from pasta, that it was bad for me.  Too many
carbohydrates, or whatever.  I believe I had told him to bite me, or
something along those lines.

	"I think I'm gonna have the penne."  Brian licked his lips, making
me chuckle.
	"I'm definitely going with fettuccine."  I stated, noticing there
were atleast five different styles.
	Brian twitched.  "Matt's going to eat something with a cream sauce?
What'll that do to the diet?"
	I looked up at him, squinting.  "Stick a dick in it."
	"Well, later.  Definitely later."  He teased back.








	"That was sooooooo good."  Brian pulled away from our kiss in the
car.
	"Are you talking about that kiss, or dinner?"  I laughed, just a
bit tipsy.
	"Both.  Now come here."  Brian answered quickly, pulling me into
another kiss as we sat in the front of his car.

	Okay, so we were both a bit tipsy.  We'd definitely had too much to
drink, which was proved by the fact that we were making out in a restaraunt
parking lot in a parked car.  Of course, that's what four glasses of wine
and five beers will do to a guy.  Well, not to mention the three martinis
between the two of us.  Okay, and two cosmpolitans.  It was all too
hillybilly-a-fied for myself, but I was too drunk and horny to really care.
Brian's tongue rolled about in my mouth as he let his hands squeeze and
caress my left thigh.
	We had missed our movie by a long shot.  Instead of rushing thru
dinner and going to the theater, we ended up talking over drinks, fattening
dessert, and lots of affection.  The affection got more and more cutesy as
more drinks were had.  I had actually uttered the phrase "you're so cute,
Brian", then followed it up with "I mean, you're like, the hottest guy I've
ever laid eyes on".  I wasn't being sarcastic with either comment.  Scary,
ain't it?

	"I think you taste better than that pasta."  I pulled away long
enough to state, then quickly moved my mouth to Brian's neck.
	"We shouldn't be doing this here."  Brian groaned as I sucked at
his neck and laid a hand on his thigh, squeezing it lightly.
	"No, we shouldn't."  I sat up, realizing what we were doing in
public, where anyone walking by could see us.
	"We should behave."  Brian sighed, still facing me.
	I looked at Brian for a second.  "Fuck it."  Brian grabbed me
roughly as I lunged back at him and smothered his mouth with mine.

	We didn't even presume to know how to behave.  Brian's hands went
to my crotch and he began rubbing me roughly thru my dress pants.  All I
could think to do was moan and roll my hips and kiss him as he rubbed my
hardening cock thru my pants.  I gasped as Brian pulled my zipper down and
shoved his hand into my pants, grabbing me firmly in his fist.  The car
must have been rocking as Brian began jacking me off slowly.

	"You are so damn sexy."  Brian whispered in my ear as he licked and
sucked at my earlobe.
	"We can't do this here."  I grunted as Brian's hand played with my
cock.
	"I know."  Brian stated, but kept on jerking my cock and licking my
ear.
	"How quick can you get us home?"  I sputtered as I struggled to
breathe normally.
	"Damn quick."  He grunted, still jerking at my cock.  "I want to
fuck you so bad right now."

	With Brian's hand around my cock, I knew I had to be breathing like
I was having a heart attack.

	"Goddamn I want you inside of me."  I became more aggressive,
grabbing Brian's face in my hands and shoving my mouth over his for a deep
kiss.  "I want you to fuck me 'til we can't fuck anymore."
	"I love your cock."  Brian breathed heavily against my lips, still
sliding his hand up and down my cock.  "I want to suck you off."

	Brian started to lean over towards me.

	"No, no, no."  I laughed, stopping him.  "Not here.  We can't.
Someone might see us."
	"That's what makes it fun."  Brian tried to lean down into my lap
again.
	"The fact that you're sucking me off is fun enough."  I stopped him
again.  "You can't blow me in the parking lot of..."

	I gasped.  Brian dove for my lap and wrapped his lips around my
exposed cock.

	"Bri-i-an.  You can't...no...oh shit."

	Brian began bobbing up and down on in my lap, sliding his lips from
the head of my cock down to the base, swallowing my cock.  He was acting
like a man that hadn't eaten for a week and thought my cock was a five
course meal.  I groaned and grasped onto Brian's head as he sucked me off.
He began to hum on my cock as he bobbed up and down on me, trying to suck
my cock right off of my body.

	"Fuck!"  I grunted loudly, then yanked Brian off of me.
	"Don't!"  Brian growled and tried to shove his way back into my lap
desperately.
	"Over there." I made him look across the parking lot of the
restaraunt.
	"What?"  He shook his head, trying to see what I was seeing.
	"Let's go there.  It's safer."  I pointed at a Holiday Inn a few
doors down from the restaraunt.

	Brian didn't reply, he just started the car, practically peeling
out of the parking lot.  I tucked my cock back into my fly, which was no
easy feat, I was so aroused.  As I zipped myself up, I grabbed my cell
phone out of my jacket pocket and speed dialed the house.  Brian had
already parked at the front of the hotel and was jumping out of the car to
get us a room when Barb picked up our home phone.  I quickly told her that
we were going to be really late, and begged her to stay late with Aaron and
Booker.  She agreed, in a knowing tone.
	No sooner had I shoved my cell phone back into my pocket than Brian
came running back out to the car, hopped in and tore off towards the side
of the building.  Anyone watching him drive would've known he was drunk, or
extremely pissed off.  He parked in front of our room with a squeal of
tires, then jumped out.  He ran around to my side of the car, and as soon
as I hopped out, he threw me over his shoulder.  I laughed loudly as Brian
clicked the alarm on the car, and carried me towards our room.

	"Get on that fuckin' bed."  Brian ordered as he set me down in our
room and turned to lock the door.
	"Yes sir!"  I giggled and ran over to the bed, stripping my jacket
off on the way.
	"I'm gonna fuck you so hard."  Brian growled as he sauntered over
to the bed, the front of his pants bulging considerably.
	"Then get over here and do it."  I replied.

	Brian crawled onto the bed and straddled my waist, planting a knee
on either side of me.  I sat back, bracing myself up with my hands, and
looked up at Brian.  He looked me up and down for a minute before reaching
to my waist, practically ripping my belt open and unbuttoning and unzipping
my pants.  At first, I was smiling, but when he grabbed the front of my
shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere, I began to
realize he really was going to fuck me as hard and rough as he said.

	"Baby, that's a Dolce and Gab...."  I began.
	"I'll buy you a new one."  He growled and yanked the shirt off of
me, pulling my arms out from under me and making me fall onto my back.
	"Don't!"  I squealed as he reached for the neck of my undershirt,
preparing to rip it off me.  "Don't rip it!  It's D&G, too!"
	"Then take it off now!"  He gave me an evil grin.

	I sat up again and stripped my shirt off as quickly as I could, not
wanting Brian to ruin another one of my precious garments.

	"I'm sorry, baby, but I just can't bear to watch you destroy
anymore of my precious clothes."  I teased.

	Brian didn't answer, he just buried his face in my chest, attaching
his mouth to my right nipple.  I stopped talking and grabbed the back of
his head by his hair and gasped.  Brian bit me, somewhat hard, eliciting
another groan from me before he went back to sucking at my nipple.  He
began rolling his hips against me, rubbing his crotch against mine as he
moved onto the other nipple, treating it with the same passion and need as
he had the previous one.
	As Brian worked my chest, I reached down and took off his belt,
pulling it out of his belt loops in one yank.  He just grunted and moved
his sucking to my neck as I ripped the front of his pants open, actually
ripping the button off of them.  Brian pulled back from me and looked down
at his destroyed pants.  I just laughed lowly as his gaze slowly went up my
body to my face.

	"Those are Perry Ellis."  He growled playfully, not really
concerned.
	"I'll give you fifty bucks."  I shrugged.
	"Oooooh."  Brian flinched.

	I laughed as I shoved my hand into Brian's boxers, grabbed his cock
and pulled it out over the top of the waistband.  Brian looked down at my
hand cradling his cock between us.

	"You need to fuck me.  Now."  I squeezed his cock playfully in my
fist.
	Brian grunted as I applied pressure to the shaft of his dick. "I'm
going to cum all over your chest, then lick it off of you."

	Brian leaned down and licked from between my pecs, up to my neck,
then began sucking again.

	"Anything you want."  I groaned.  "As long as you fuck me long and
hard first."

	Brian didn't need any encouragement.  He slid off of me and quickly
yanked my pants off of me.  He pulled my boxer briefs off next and tossed
them onto the floor next to my pants.  As soon as my cock was exposed, he
sucked it into his mouth, taking it all the way down to my balls,eliciting
another series of groans from myself.  I couldn't help but grab ahold of
his head on each side and thrust my hips up to meet each bob of his head.
Brian gagged a bit, but didn't pull back as I fucked his mouth as hard as I
could.
	As I thrusted upwards, Brian shoved downwards, sucking me deeper
into his throat as I attempted to get everything I could into his mouth.
Each time I thrusted up and he pushed down, my balls slapped Brian's chin
loudly.  I knew it wouldn't be long before Brian would be swallowing my
cum.  As my cockhead slid into his throat, Brian swallowed on me, making
his throat massage my cock.  I lost it. Just one more thrust, and I was
blasting shot after shot of cum deep into Brian's throat.

	"Mmmmm."  Brian pulled back to catch the last couple shots of my
cum on his tongue.
	"Holy fuck."  I grunted as I gave one final thrust into his mouth,
trying to get every last drop of cum past his lips.

	Brian sucked on the head of my cock for a few seconds, then moved
up my body and shoved his mouth over mine.  I grabbed the back of his head
and rolled my tongue into his mouth, tasting my cum on his lips and tongue.
I was only allowed to kiss him for a few moments before Brian grabbed my
legs roughly, bringing my legs up to his shoulders.  He looked down between
us and grabbed his cock at the base, aiming it for my ass.  I groaned
loudly as the head of Brian's cock popped into my ass.

	"Oh, fuck yeah."  Brian grunted, then planted a hand on either side
of my body, getting ready to thrust into me.
	"Fuck me hard, baby.  Give me all that fat cock."  I urged him on.
	"Take it all!"  Brian growled wildly and slammed the whole length
of his cock into me in one thrust.

	I reached up in a daze from the pain and pleasure, and grabbed onto
Brian's back.  Brian began thrusting roughly into me like a madman.  At
this rate, I thought, he won't last long.  However, I didn't let it bother
me, I just enjoyed the feeling of Brian's cock sliding in and out of my
body, and the sight of him growling and thrusting from above me.

	"Oh yeah, take my cock."  Brian groaned loudly as he shoved into me
over and over.
	"Harder."  I managed to grunt.  "Fuck me harder."

	Brian began slamming into me, he was literaly shoving me farther up
onto the bed.  I had to grab onto the sheets to help steady us as Brian
fucked me.  When I thought he had settled down, I was wrong.  Brian pulled
out of me, let my legs down, and pulled me up and around to my hands and
knees.  In a matter of seconds, he had me in a new position, and his cock
back into my ass.
	I didn't know whether I was in total ecstasy or pain as Brian
grabbed my shoulders and began slamming into me again.  His thighs were
slapping into my ass loudly, and his grunts and groans were becoming manic
as he plowed his cock into my ass.  The next thing I knew Brian had me in a
new position.  He was lying on his back, with me on top of him, facing
towards him.  I began riding Brian with a furious passion, determined to
make him shoot a huge load deep inside of me.

	"Jesus Christ, baby."  Brian grunted loudly and thrusted his hips
upwards as I bounced up and down on him.

	As I rode him, Brian grabbed one of my hips firmly with one hand
and held on as he grabbed my cock with his other hand and jerked me off
over him.

	"Cum for me, baby."  Brian groaned.  "I wanna watch you squirt."

	It didn't take much.  Between his cock jack-hammering in and out of
me, his hand sliding up and down my cock, and his dirty talk, I was going
to shoot another huge wad for Brian.  Within a minute, I felt my balls draw
up against my body and my cock begin to jerk in Brian's fist.  I began
firing off volley after volley of cum from my cock, hosing down Brian's
stomach as my asshole tightened around his huge cock.  Brian began to groan
as he watched me fire off my wad.
	My cock was still dribbling cum as Brian tossed me off of him and
shoved me onto my back.  He crawled onto my chest, straddling me, and
grabbed his cock in his fist.  He began to jerk off above me, his cockhead
almost even more purple than the hickey was.  I wrapped my hands around his
and helped him stroke off, wanting him to shoot for me, too.  Brian began
to jerk violently all over above me, and his first shot flew out of his
cock, striking me in the chin.  The next several shots fired out of his
cock as he groaned, landing on my chest, making a huge puddle of cum
between my pecs.

	"Oh yeah."  Brian's breath came in gasps as he finished shooting,
and leaned down to began licking his own cum off my chest.
	"Jesus Christ, Brian."  I groaned happily as I ran my fingers thru
his hair, my eyes closing lazily.



(Part Eighteen)



	"Shhhh."  I stated as Brian and I entered the house thru the garage
door.  "Barb might be asleep."
	"So?"  Brian giggled, kissing at my neck as he followed me into the
house, hanging onto me around my waist.
	"You're incorigable."  I laughed.

	As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, I turned in
Brian's arms and kissed him.  Brian let his hands run up and down my back
as he returned my kiss.  I just giggled as Brian cupped my crotch in one
hand as I pulled away.  Brian giggled with me as he gave me a couple quick
kisses on the lips.  Just when I was about to move in for another long
kiss, the light overhead flashed on, almost blinding me.

	"Well, did you two have fun?"  Barb was standing in the opposite
doorway, hands folded over chest, leaning against the doorjam with a smile
on her face.

	It was all very "caught by momma".  Brian and I moved away from
each other slowly, letting the giggles stop.

	"Yeah, we had a blast."  Brian replied for us.
	"Was the movie any good?"  She asked.
	"It was awesome."  I replied quickly.
	"I enjoyed it."  Brian agreed.
	"What movie did you see?"
	"Chicago."  Brian answered.
	"About Schmidt."  I cringed as soon as I realized we both had
different answers and had sputtered them out at the same time.
	"Must've been terrible if you can't even remember what you saw."
She smiled widely at us, letting us know that she was onto us.

	Brian let a laugh escape him, but then saw my stern glance, and
stopped laughing.

	"Piss off, Barbara."  I waved a hand at her.
	Barbara cackled at my expression.  "Well, it's two in the morning.
Time for me to mosey on home."
	"Yeah, that would be nice of you."  I teased.
	"You obviously didn't have enough fun, bitchy."  She laughed
loudly.
	"Trust me, we did."  Brian replied, then brushed past me, giving me
a very obvious slap on the ass.

	Barbara just laughed loudly at Brian's display.  I couldn't help
but crack a smile myself.

	"Well, I guess I'll head out of here."  She stated, standing up
straight and headed back towards the den.
	"Alright.  Thanks for watching the boys."  I hollered after her.
	A few seconds later, she showed back up at the door, coat and purse
in hand.  "Not a problem.  Aaron and Booker are both in bed."
	"Alright."  I yawned, rubbing my eyes.
	"Oh, and you have a message on your machine."  She pointed to the
counter at my side.
	"I do?"  I cocked my head to the side.
	Barb caught onto what I was thinking.  "I sorta dozed off and
didn't pick up."
	"Ah, gotcha.  Who's it from."
	"Your brother."  She stated quickly, then turned.  "See you later."
	"Barb!"  I stopped her, and dashed over to her.  "How'd Marcus get
my number?  I haven't called him yet."
	Barb gave me a sheepish look.  "So maybe I called him for you?"
	"Pain in my ass."  I stated with a smile.  "Thanks."

	I was genuinely glad she had.  I didn't know when I would have
mustered the courage.

 	"You're welcome."  She winked, then headed out.

	When I heard the front door close, I knew Barbara was gone.  And I
was left with an answering machine blinking up at me.  I was somewhat
nervous to listen to the message.  Marcus had been gone so long.  I hadn't
heard his voice or laid on him in years.  How much had he changed?  I'd
always loved Marcus because he was my brother, and always such a nice guy,
but had he changed for the better or worse since the last time I saw him.
Just when I thought I had mustered up enough courage to push the button,
Brian appeared in his pajamas.

	"You coming to bed, baby?"  He yawned.
	"Jesus!"  I jumped, then laughed when I realized who it was.  "Oh,
yeah.  Coming right now."
	"I can't go to sleep unless I have you to snuggle with."  Brian
wrapped his arms around me as we exited the kitchen and headed towards our
bedroom.
	"That's what I like to hear."  I smiled and gave him a kiss on the
tip of his nose.







	My head was screaming just a tad when I woke the next morning with
Brian's arms still wrapped around me.  We were nice and toasty under our
huge goose down comforter, the sun was shining thru the window, and
everything was quiet.  It would have been a perfect morning if my head
weren't making so much noise.  It was past ten o'clock, so I knew Aaron and
Booker had to have been awake.  However, I knew they had probably fended
for themselves and had cereal for breakfast and were now watching cartoons
or something.  Frankly, I didn't care as long as they were still breathing.
	Brian stirred slightly behind me, his arms grasping me tighter back
towards him.  His morning erection firmly jabbed into my lower back as he
nuzzled me.  Even with a raging bitch of a hangover, it made me a bit
horny.  I was tempted to wake him up in a very nice way, but as soon as I
started to move, my head stopped me.  It was definitely not a morning to
have any kind of sex that involved moving.  That basically ruled out
anything Brian and I would come up with to do.

	"Mornin'."  Brian groaned as he awakened, but didn't open his eyes.
	"Good morning...wood."  I joked.
	"Uh....yeah."  Brian groaned again, obviously disinterested in the
fact he had a raging bone.
	"Is your head hurting as bad as mine?"  I asked.
	"Prolly more."  He replied, holding onto me tightly, burying his
head into the middle of my back.
	"We have to get up, though."  I sighed, nuzzling further back
towards him.
	"Right."  He didn't sound very enthusiastic about the prospect.

	It took us a few minutes, but finally I rolled out of bed,
clutching the sides of my head as I sat on the side of the bed.  Brian just
rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling as if he were dying.
Normally a scene like this would have made me laugh, 'cept it was me that
was suffering, so it wasn't funny in the slightest.  As soon as I was able
to get up without feeling sick, I slipped my robe on, and went in to check
on the boys.  As to be expected, they were in front of the T.V., eating
their tenth bowl of Fruity Pebbles.  I let them know to keep things down
for a bit, then headed back to the bedroom to get a shower and sober up.
Brian was still laying in the middle of the bed groaning.

	"I'm gonna get a shower, baby."  I leaned over to give him a kiss.
"Wanna join me?"
	"I'm dying."  Was his answer.
	"I'll take that as a no."  I chuckled, making my head throb again.
	"Yeah, I'll be there in a second."  He grunted.
	"Alright."  I let a hand run over his chest before I headed into
the bathroom.

	It didn't take me long to strip off my robe, t-shirt and sleep
bottoms and get into the shower.  I turned on just the cold water first, to
wake myself up.  As soon as the water hit me, I let loose a string of
profanities.  However, I knew it was doing me good. As soon as I felt like
I was somewhat awake, I turned the hot on to even the temperature of the
water out.  I had barely picked up my bottle of body scrub and sponge when
the door to the shower opened, and Brian entered, still fully aroused.

	"There you are."  I winked at him over my shoulder.
	"And here you are."  He replied, moving up behind me and kissing me
on the neck.

	Brian turned the knobs on on his side of the shower, getting the
water on his side flowing as well.  I always expected a storm system to
develop in the shower when we were in there together.  Brian preferred
extremely cold water, and I preferred fairly warm water.  If either one of
us wandered into the other's water stream, there was always cussing
involved about the other being stupid.

	"Want me to get your back?"  Brian asked, taking the sponge from
me.

	I didn't answer, I just let him take the sun ripened raspberry
scented soapy sponge from me.  He began at my shoulders, lathering my back
up with the aromatic suds, taking his time and scrubbing me good.

	"Mmmm, you could do this for a living."  I complimented Brian as he
scrubbed me down.
	"If you paid me everytime I did it, I'd be a millionaire."  He
teased.
	"Please, you're my bitch, I don't have to pay you."  I laughed.
	"Oh yeah?"
	"Yeah."  I nodded once.

	Brian stopped for a second, then ran the sponge lower, to right
over my ass.  He squeezed it tightly, sending a stream of soapy water down
and over my butt.  The next thing I knew, he was rubbing the suds into my
ass slowly.  He wasn't trying to clean me, obviously.  He snuck a single
fingertip into my asshole, making me jump with a gasp.  I braced myself
against my side of the shower with the palms of my hands and moaned.  Brian
massaged my asshole with his finger, sliding it in and out of me.
	Brian pulled his finger out of me, and grabbed my shoulders
lightly, shoving me under the showerhead.  He held me there as the water
splashed into my hair, and ran over my body, washing the suds away from my
ass.  When he was sure all the suds were gone, he pulled me back so that my
head was no longer under the water, then knelt down behind me.  I didn't
have much of an idea what he was planning to do.  But when he grabbed my
ass with both hands and spread my cheeks apart, I tensed up.

	"No, Brian!"  I squealed and jumped foward.
	"Oh, stop being a big pussy."  He reached around me, grabbed my
thighs and pulled me backward, almost making me slip.
	"You're not sticking anything in my ass, unless it's a finger or
your dick."
	"It's my tongue, not yours."  He laughed.
	"But I have to kiss you!"
	"Well, I just cleaned you out, so you should be okay."  He
demanded, then spread my ass open again.

	Before I could protest, Brian shoved his face into my ass, and his
tongue into my asshole.

	"Brian!  Holy shit!"  I gasped at the shock.

	I was about to protest further and move away from him, but his
tongue entered me, licking at my asshole and probing me.  I couldn't help
but let a moan escape my lips.  There was no mistaking the fact that it
felt good.

	"Oh fuuuuuck."  I groaned as Brian held onto me tightly and fucked
my asshole with his tongue.

	Brian took my groans as what they were--encouragement--and begin to
lick and probe at my asshole excitedly.  Over and over his tongue lapped at
the puckered opened and stabbed at the hole.  I couldn't help but push my
ass backwards at him as he tongue fucked me with abandon.  As his tongue
pushed into my asshole, I pushed back with my ass, urging Brian to shove
his tongue as deep as he could.
	Just when I thought I was going to cum with just having my asshole
fucked with Brian's tongue, he reached up and grabbed my cock roughly in
his soapy hand.  I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out in
pleasure.  Not even ten strokes from Brian's expert hand, and I was
slathering the tiled wall of the shower with my cum.  Brian pumped my cock,
even when I'd shot all over my cum, continuing the tongue action in my
asshole.  My body tensed up, and I had another orgasm, jerking and spasming
as Brian shoved his tongue as far as he could into my asshole and jerked my
cock.

	"Goddamn you're hot."  Brian pulled his face away from my ass, his
hand still slowly tugging at my cock as he stood up behind me.
	"That was fucking awesome."  I laughed tiredly as Brian's jerks on
my cock slowed.
	"I'm gonna fuck you so hard."  He growled into my ear as he moved
forward behind me.

	I don't know what came over me.  Probably the fact that I had just
had the best multiple orgasm of my little gay life, that I decided to
reciprocate.  I turned quickly around to face Brian, an evil grin on my
face.  He gave me a confused look, since he was planning to fuck me.  When
I picked up the bottle of body wash and swirled my finger, signaling for
him to turn around, Brian's face lit up like a kid at Christmas.  He
quickly turned around for me and braced his hands against his side of the
shower.
	Following Brian's example, I dribbed soap into the palm of my hand
and began to slather it onto his ass, paying special attention to cleaning
the crack.  Brian moaned as I ran my hand between his cheeks, getting him
slick with soap.  When I finally shoved a soapy finger inside of him, he
jumped at the sensation, letting a loud groan escape his lips.  I went even
further and pulled my finger out, then rubbed soap into my middle and index
finger of my hand, then shoved them both inside of him.  If I was going to
stick my tongue inside of him, Brian was going to be extremely clean.
	When I was done fingering Brian, I pulled my fingers out of him,
and shoved him under the water as he had done me.  I watched as the water
washed over him, rinsing him clean of suds.  Brian moaned throughout the
whole process, anticipating what was going to happen when I was done
getting him clean and ready.  When the water washed away all the suds, I
started to get worried.  I couldn't back out now.  That would be wrong, and
Brian might get upset.  Besides, I really wanted to do this for him.  Here
goes nothing, I thought to myself, and just dove in.

	"Holy fuck!"  Brian squealed as I shoved my tongue as far into him
as I could.

	Brian practically smothered me by shoving his ass backwards at me,
trying to get me to shove my whole head into him.  He had been right--it
wasn't nearly as nasty a task as I had imagined.  There was no odor, except
that of the soap, and it didn't taste bad.  Since there was nothing telling
me this was a bad experience, I dove in with a passion.  I quickly began
lapping at Brian's puckered hole like he had mine, and tongue fucking him
as hard and quick as I could.  Brian grunted and groaned above me, tensing
up more and more every second that I rimmed him.

	"Oh fuck yeah."  Brian groaned.  "Eat me, baby."

	Urged on by Brian, I reached around and grabbed Brian roughly by
the thighs, pulling him back towards me as I shoved my tongue deep inside
of his asshole.  All of the sudden, Brian's asshole started to quiver, and
he began to groan louder from above me.

	"Shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."  He grunted and thrusted his hips
backwards as I kept my tongue inside him, jabbing in and out.

	I didn't grab his cock, and neither did Brian.  He just continued
to groan while I continued to rim him.  My efforts paid off.  Without any
assistance from my hands, Brian began to cum.  He howled loudly as I tongue
fucked him and his cock shot cum wildly in every direction.  He yelled
louder when I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off, getting every
last drop of cum out of him.  Just as he had done, I continued to jerk him
off as I jabbed my tongue back and forced in his ass.

	"Oh Jesus, Matt."  Brian groaned, clenching his ass muscles.  "Oh
God yeah."

	Again, Brian tensed up, and his body spasmed and his cock jerked
back and forced, though he had no more cum to spray.  He just slammed his
ass back towards my face and shook as his second orgasm took over his body.
As he calmed down, I pulled my tongue out of him, and just lapped at the
opening, waiting for his orgasm to wind down.  When he finally went still,
I realized my cock was still hard and I was still incredibly horny.

	"That was the best, baby."  Brian sighed.

	Without answering him, I stood up quickly, grabbed my cock at the
base, and slid it into him in one push.

	"Fuck!"  Brian shouted loudly.
	"Take my cock."  I grunted as I began thrusting like a madman in
and out of him, wanting to shoot a wad deep inside of him.

	I wanted to hose his insides down with cum.  I wanted to shoot so
much cum that it would overflow and oozed out from him around my cock as I
pounded into him.  Brian obviously wanted the same thing.

	"Oh God, fuck me, Matt.  Give me all of your cock."  Brian grunted
and pushed back as I fucked him.
	"I'm gonna fill you up with a huge wad of cum."  I wrapped my arms
around Brian's chest and held myself against him as I jack-hammered into
him as hard and fast as I could, almost shoving him into the side of the
shower.

	Brian clenched his ass muscles down on my cock, making me growl at
him and fuck him even harder, shoving the length of my cock in and out of
him so fast I was dizzy.  After just a few more thrusts from my cock, Brian
tensed all over, and his cock dribbled out another small load of cum, which
was quickly washed away by the water from his showerhead.  Seeing him cum
for a third time did it for me.  His ass tightened around my cock, and I
thrusted a final time.  I held myself deep within him as my cock sprayed
cum roughly into him.  I knew it had to be a huge load.  My cock pulsed
over and over as I groaned and held myself in him.







	"Pick up some broccoli at the store, baby."  Brian stated from the
kitchen counter as I heaved my backpack onto one shoulder.

	My hair was still a little damp from our escapade in the shower,
and Brian hadn't even dressed yet.  He was still in his robe.

	"Okay."  I gave him a mischievious wink.
	"Ooooh, and bring me some of those chocolate covered graham
crackers from Starbucks."  He practically bounced up and down.
	"Gotcha."  I replied, then walked over to him quickly.  "I love
you."

	Brian puckered his lips and accepted my kiss.

	"I love you, too, sexy."  Brian replied as I pulled away.
	"I'm gonna stop by to see Andre about a rehearsal schedule while
I'm out, so I might be a bit longer than expected."  I stated as I headed
for the door.
	"Alright.  I'm gonna make some calls to the architect and whatnot
about the house while you're out.  Make sure everything's okay."
	"'Kay."
	"I can't wait for you to see it!"  He smiled widely.
	"I know it's gonna be fagulous, babes."  I teased.

	Brian blew me another kiss as I headed out the door.  I hopped into
my car in the garage, opened the door with my remote, and left as quickly
as possible.  I wanted to get my errands over and done with as soon as
possible so that I could get back home to Brian and the boys.  The sex with
Brian only got hotter and hotter as time went by.  Everytime I thought we'd
done it all, we did something new and even better than before.  Three
orgasms each in the shower was definitely the best thing yet.  And the
rimming was definitely a lot better than I had expected.
	When I had gotten no more than three blocks away from the house, my
cell phone began ringing from the pocket in my backpack.  It took me a
second to get it out and hit the 'send' button since I was trying to
negotiate the Hollywood Hills at the same time.  That was never an easy
feat.  One small wrong turn, and you were in a whole new world, and totally
lost.

	"Hello?"  I had forgotten to check the caller I.D., so it was an
appropriate way to answer.
	"Hey, baby.  It's me."  Brian's voice chimed.
	"I just left the house, damnit."  I laughed loudly.
	"I'm not calling to bother you, really."  He pretended to be hurt.
"But, there was a message for you on the machine."
	"Oh?"  I had forgotten what Barb had told me.
	"Yeah.  It was from Marcus."
	"What did he want?"
	"What do you think?"  He laughed.
	"Oh shut up and tell me what it said."  I laughed.  "I forgot Barb
had told me there was a message from him."
	"Oh.  Well he was calling to say that he's actually going to be out
this way next weekend, and wanted to know if you wanted to meet with him
then."
	"Gotcha."
	"Want me to call him back and tell him yes?"
	"I'll call him back."  I stated.  "I don't know how approrpriate it
would be for me to have my husband call him back when I haven't talked to
him in years."
	Brian chuckled.  "Alright, baby.  See ya' after a bit.  Love you."
	"Love you, too."  I replied, then hit the 'end' button on my phone
and put it back in my backpack.

	Well, it seemed as though I was finally going to have to introduce
Brian to Marcus.  Unfortunately, I had no idea how Brian would react when
he met Marcus.  It was definitely going to be a bit of a shock for Brian to
meet him.  I just hoped everything went smoothly.


TO BE CONTINUED...