Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2000 15:37:30 EST
From: That's The Way I Like It <bsb_stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Changes," Chapters 23-24

Please don't read if you are offended by gay sex.  The usual
disclaimer applies.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

"I'm sorry about what I said," Misha said softly, lying in
Brian's arms.  He knew Brian was exhausted after the concert
and had let him take his shower in peace, after assuring him
that he wasn't going anywhere.  They lay together in Brian's
bed, the only light in the room coming from a lamp in the
main room, whose faint warm glow reached just into the little
bedchamber.  "I don't know where all that came from," Misha
continued, stroking Brian's damp hair.  "I mean, I don't like
having to keep our relationship in the closet, but I can see
where you're coming from."  "You were upset when you saw me
watching Nick," Brian said quietly.  "Okay," Misha admitted,
"yes, I was."  "Mish, I still care about Nick, and I still
have feelings for Nick.  That can't just disappear overnight."
"I know," Misha said, pulling away from Brian.  "That's what
worries me."  "I want to be honest with you," Brian said,
stroking Misha's face.  "I consider myself to be with you.
We are a couple.  I am not with Nick.  But I'm still going
to look at him, and think about him.  And I hope, one day,
talk to him."  "I'm sorry, I hate being such a jealous bitch,"
Misha said with a groan.  "But I can't help it.  I want you
all for myself."  "You have me," Brian smiled, kissing his
neck tenderly, "I'm all yours."

"Hey, I thought you were tired," Misha laughed, as Brian's
strong hands felt their way down his body, sliding into the
top of his boxer shorts and over his ass.  "I must have gotten
rejuvenated somehow," Brian chirped.  "Must have been the bath
gel you gave me."  "Damnit," Misha laughed, "I knew that was
a mistake."  "Lucky lavender."  "Lisping lilac."  "Gay
goldenrod."  They both giggled and shared a sloppy kiss.
Brian pulled Misha's body closer to his and they ground
their hips together slowly, their cocks meeting through
two layers of thin fabric.  "Oh Brian," Misha sighed, as
his partner nuzzled his neck and planted fairy-soft kisses
on his collarbone.  "If you don't stop, I'm going to have
to..."  "To what?" Brian whispered in his ear, sliding his
hands up Misha's shirt and caressing his chest, hooking one
leg around Misha's and pressing their hips closer.  "To
do this," Misha said, turning Brian over on to his back
and kissing his way down his torso.  "Mish," Brian sighed,
running his hands through his hair, "I want to make love
to you."  Misha ignored him and took Brian's thick, very
hard dick in his hand, squeezing it gently and licking
the head of it before sucking the tip into his mouth,
coating it with wetness and enveloping it in delicious
heat.  Brian moaned loudly and bucked his hips up, thrusting
into Misha's mouth.  Misha teased Brian's ass with one
finger, pressing against the puckered, sweaty hole as he
went down further on Brian's curving dick, letting it press
against the back of his throat as Brian fucked his mouth
harder and harder.  "Oh, God," Brian was grunting, "oh,
don't stop, yes..."  Misha slid one long finger into Brian's
ass and tried to swallow the thick spurts of cum that filled
his mouth and throat.  "Ahh, God!" Brian threw his head back,
his back arching with pleasure as he came.  He looked down
at Misha, who was wiping away glistening strands of semen
from his mouth as it dribbled down to the bedsheets.  "Yum,"
Misha laughed as he slid back up to Brian and cradled him in
his arms.  "Double yum," Brian said, kissing him deeply and
tasting his own cum in Misha's mouth.  He fought off sleep
momentarily, but soon he found himself lost in heavy drifts
of unconsciousness.  "It's okay Bri," Misha said softly,
stroking his back.  He could sense that Brian was trying to
stay awake to return the favour.  "Just go to sleep, baby."

Kevin had just put on a new CD, something in the sexy R&B
category, feeling pretty buzzed and mellow, but not tired.
He'd had a few cups of espresso while going over paperwork
and then started drinking Scotch.  All in all, he was in an
uncharacteristically chipper mood.  The show had gone well,
the guys all seemed to be basically getting along, as long
as Nick and Brian didn't have to talk to each other or look
at each other.  Somebody banged on the door, breaking his
train of thought.  "Who is it?" he asked suspiciously.  "D,
it's Nick, let me in."  Kevin opened the door and Nick lurched
forward drunkenly, looking completely confused.  "Oh Kevin.
I thought this was Howie's room."  "No, it's Kevin's room.
What do you want?"  Kevin shut the door behind him, just as
a precautionary measure.  You never know just how clever fans
can be.  Nick looked disheveled and smelled like alcohol,
wearing a white t-shirt and track pants.  "I was going to get
ice, but I don't know where the machine is," Nick was saying,
"but I forgot the ice bucket, and I locked myself out of my
room."  Kevin just stared at him for a minute and then he
laughed in Nick's face.  "You are such a fuck-up."  "I wasn't
going to tell you," Nick said irritably, "I thought you were
Howie.  I mean-"  "I have ice," Kevin said, "come sit down."

Nick followed Kevin over to the couch and sat beside him,
watching intently as Kevin poured Scotch into a glass.  "No
water," Nick said.  Kevin looked up at him.  "Please."  Kevin
smiled and put two ice cubes in the glass before he handed
it to Nick.  He splashed a little sparkling water in his own
whiskey before raising the glass.  "Cheers."  They both tossed
back the liquor in one gulp and Nick rubbed his nose, since
one of the ice cubes had crashed into it.  "Damn ice," he
said, trying to fish it out of the glass.  "Who needs it."
Kevin laughed at him and took the glass away, dumping the
cubes back into the ice bucket and then refilling it.  "Why
thank you Kevin," Nick said with a little smirk.  "Why
certainly, Nickolas," Kevin smirked right back.  They clinked
glasses and finished off another round.  "Why are you being
so nice to me," Nick mumbled as Kevin poured out the last of
the whiskey into the two glasses.  "Beats the crap out of me,"
he said.  Nick burst out laughing.  "You look like you were
getting laid," Kevin said, motioning to his hair.  "I wasn't,"
Nick pouted, "I'm a good boy."  "No," Kevin said, sliding
closer to him, "you're a slut."  "Do you like sluts?" Nick
smirked.  "They come in handy sometimes," Kevin said.  They
stared at one another, two sets of blurred vision coming into
focus.  Kevin's sparkling, crystal green eyes bore into Nick's
deep, reflective ocean blue eyes, and without thinking, their
lips met.

Nick's hand found the back of Kevin's head and he prolongued
their kiss, wrapping his tongue around Kevin's and sucking
it before drawing back with a reluctant final lick of Kevin's
lips.  They stared at each other again, tasting the alcohol
in each other's mouths and feeling their hearts beat hard in
their chests as a rush of sexual excitement swept through
their bodies.  They had kissed like that once before, lost in
a lustful fog, backstage at an awards show.  Neither of them
could have said how they ended up in each other's arms or what
drove them to kiss so passionately and so desperately, but
when they broke apart, they had both been in shock.  Two years
later, they relived that moment, all too aware that no matter
what history lived between them, they were both single and
available for much more.  Without speaking, they began to
kiss again, this time more wildly, and quickly began to tear
each other's clothes off.  Nick found one of Kevin's nipples
and sucked at it hard, biting the nub of it and nibbling at
Kevin's hard chest.  Kevin sighed loudly; it had been too
long since he had been touched like that.  One hand grabbed
Nick's silky hair and the other tugged at the waistband of
the blond's pants, pushing them down and taking out his
long penis, stroking and rubbing it lovingly.  "You're so
beautiful Kevin," Nick said softly.  His tongue slid down to
Kevin's belly button and he sucked and nipped at the tight
skin of the tall man's firm abdomen.  "You want it, don't
you," Kevin hissed, pulling Nick up by his hair and kissing
him hard on the mouth.  "Yeah," Nick gasped, "fuck me, I
want your cock up my ass."  They wrapped their arms around each
other, kissing and biting at each other's lips excitedly,
and rolled right off the couch and onto the floor, where
Kevin yanked Nick's pants off, shoving him down and then
getting up with some effort.  Nick grabbed at Kevin's legs
clumsily, but the brunet stumbled over to the other side of
the room.  Nick's face brightened when Kevin returned with
a box of condoms.

Nick straddled Kevin's lap eagerly as the older man sat up
against the couch, carefully rolling the condom down over his
long, thick cock.  Nick slowly sank his bottom down on Kevin's
dick, groaning with pleasure and effort.  "Fuck, you're big,
ahh, god, Kevin..."  Kevin let Nick take all of his cock up
his ass and ride up and down on him once or twice before
his sexual need became too much, and he rolled the blond
over and began to fuck him hard, thrusting deep into Nick's
ass and slamming him up against the legs of the glass coffee
table.  "Fuck, oh!  Oh!"  Nick yelled, panting and groaning
while the more taciturn Kevin just let out occasional grunts,
beginning to sweat as he shut his eyes, concentrating on
pleasuring himself.  Nick grabbed at Kevin's shoulder and
then he punched Kevin hard on the arm as he came.  "Oh, God!
Yes!"  He punched Kevin again and began to cry.  Kevin took
no heed and just kept thrusting, slamming harder and faster
into Nick and grabbing the blond's hips roughly as his cum
shot out again and again, pulling out while he was still hard.

Nick moaned and rolled over on his side.  "Damn," he said,
"that was a good fuck."  "I'm going to take a shower," Kevin
said, looking at himself rather disgustedly.  "Since you
came all over me."  Nick crawled over to him and gave him
a sloppy kiss.  "I couldn't help it," he said, "I had a
huge cock up my ass and a hot guy fucking me."  "Don't do
that," Kevin said, and he got up.  "What?"  "Kiss me."  He
walked to the shower and Nick lay there for a minute before
following Kevin in.  "What are you doing, Nick?"  "I have to
shower too."  The bath tub was large, certainly big enough to
accomodate two people, and since they were both very drunk,
they got in awkwardly, clinging to each other for balance.
Kevin pressed himself up against Nick, whose back was to
the wall, and they kissed each other again, both of their
dicks quickly growing hard again as their wet bodies slid up
and down against one another.  Kevin licked Nick's lips and
gave him a meaningful look, turning Nick around.  The blond
willingly bent over, spreading his legs and grabbing on to
one side of the frame for support.  Kevin began to press his
dick in again, and Nick groaned as his insides adjusted to
the older man's girth.  Kevin was so aroused that he couldn't
take it slowly, and he grabbed on to Nick to steady himself and
began to fuck him hard again.  The warm water pelted their
bare bodies as Kevin's pace slowed and he went deeper in,
pulled further out, and went deep again, his cock giving
Nick unbelievable pleasure and fullness.  The combination
of alcohol and a previous orgasm made this fuck seem to last
forever, and by the time Kevin came, Nick was on his hands
and knees in the tub, the water streaming down his face and
practically drowning him, while Kevin kneeled against him
and finally let out a loud moan as his cum was released.
"Fuck," he groaned, and rested on Nick's back.  They both felt
very dizzy and tired, and found it extraordinarily difficult
to stand up again in the tub.

Nick leaned up against Kevin, feeling the effects of his
drinking more than ever, but Kevin kissed Nick's neck and
wrapped his hand around Nick's cock.  "No Kev, it's okay,"
Nick groaned, but as he said it, Kevin was already on his
knees and taking Nick's half-erect dick into his mouth.
Kevin licked up and down Nick's long dick, raking his teeth
gently along the underside of the shaft and fondling Nick's
balls as he felt Nick swell in his mouth.  Nick staggered
slightly and found his balance leaning against the wall and
grabbing one of the faucets.  After so much relentless fucking,
it felt good to have Kevin's hot mouth paying such tender
attention to his cock, and Nick quickly felt himself begin
to throb in Kevin's mouth, rock hard and aching to cum.
Kevin took the swollen head of Nick's dick in his mouth and
sucked it as he rubbed the base, sensing that Nick was going to
cum soon if he kept going.  Kevin reached around to a shelf
behind him and picked up a container, unscrewing the lid
and taking out a smooth plastic dildo.  Nick's eyes were
shut, but they shot open when Kevin began to slide the
tool into Nick's ass.  "God no," Nick moaned, "Kevin, stop,
don't."  His ass couldn't take any more, and he winced as
Kevin shoved it further up his body.  Kevin began to suck
harder on Nick's cock, letting his tongue slide around it and
tease his slit before taking him deep into his throat, fucking
him viciously at the same time, and Nick groaned louder and
louder, in a completely disembodied ecstasy of pain, pleasure
and intoxication.  He grabbed Kevin's hair in one hand and
yelled, "oh God, I'm cumming, oh, yes, yes!"  He screamed,
producing only a few small spurts of cum but feeling as though
his body were exploding, like fireworks, ripped apart from
the core and disintegrating.  Kevin slid the dildo out of
Nick's clenching ass and discreetly spat his mouthful of semen
out into the tub.  Nick moaned, clutching at his stomach.

The two men dragged themselves out of the tub and into
bed, wearing only bath towels and with their hair still wet.
Their long arms and legs lay over each other's bodies and
they both drifted into a heavy sleep, completely exhausted.
Kevin woke up first the next morning, fumbling over to turn
off the alarm and realising that the lump in the bed next
to him was in fact a person and it was Nick.  "Oh crap,"
Kevin groaned, falling back on the pillow as he remembered
the events of the night before.  "I can't believe I slept
with Nick."  "Mmmph?" the lump said.  "I said, I can't
believe I fucked you."  "What the hell did you do to me,"
Nick mumbled, "were you trying to kill me?  I'm not gonna
be able to walk."  "Sorry," Kevin said without much sincerity.
"I didn't think it would be a problem for you."  "What's that
supposed to mean," Nick frowned, feeling his hair with one
hand and trying to figure out what it might be doing,
something very frightening, he was sure of that much.
"I thought your ass was sort of like a McDonald's drive-
through," Kevin said, "you know, over one billion served."
"Shut the fuck up," Nick said, getting up and clutching
the towel in front of himself for some semblance of
dignity.  "Where the hell are my clothes?"  "I don't know
and I don't care, just get out of my room."  "Fuck you,
Kevin."  Nick's voice cracked ever so slightly as he
said it, and after he left, Kevin lay there in the half-
light feeling very confused.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

"Well, fancy meeting you here!"  Seth slapped the taller man on
the back as he stood beside him at the buffet.  Nick turned
around and took a few seconds too long to snap to.  "Oh fuck!"
he laughed, "holy hell!"  He hugged Seth tightly and actually
picked him up off the ground.  "You big ape, you!" Seth chirped
in a lisping voice, and slapped Nick lightly on the chest.  "I
heard you guys were back on tour and in Europe, but this is just
too fucking odd."  They were both scheduled to appear on the same
Austrian talk show on the same day, which Seth had just found
out since he'd seen a set list.  "Yeah, we just got here, aren't
you working on some movie, I thought you were in France, we're
going to France next-" Nick rambled quickly, and Seth gathered
from the vacant, glassy look in his eyes that he was almost too
high to remember to breathe.  "You are polluted," he laughed.
"I gotta remember to stay away from you.  You boy bands are a
bad influence."  "We're a bad influence," Nick repeated stupidly,
laughing.  "The dark side.  Come to the dark side."  "I don't
go to that dark side," Seth laughed, "come sit down, you butt
munch.  How the hell have you been?"

"Mr. Green, you are on in fifteen minutes," an English-speaking
assistant said, tapping the actor on the shoulder.  "Cool, just
keep me posted, okay?"  Getting a blank look, he rephrased.
"Let me know when it's ten minutes, and five minutes.  Cool?"
"Ja, it's cool."  "Damn foreigners," Seth said to Nick, who
burst out laughing.  "Yeah, I just wrapped with Miramax, it's -
get this ... a romantic comedy.  But I just had a bit part."
"Pizza delivery guy."  "Yeah, something like that."  "I bet
you get an Oscar."  "Shut up!"  They laughed together and
Nick wiped his nose with his sleeve.  "You been seeing anybody?"
"I was," Seth said, "this chick named Lisbeth.  She turned out
to be kind of a ho."  "Damn women."  "Like you would know.  So
what have you been up to, besides snorting the Matterhorn up
your perfect boy band nose?"  "I, what?  Matterhorn?  Isn't
that a ride at Disneyland?"  "You are such an airhead."  "I
am not!  I think it's a roller coaster."  "It's a mountain."
"They named a mountain after a roller coaster?"  "Yes, Nick.
EuroDisney."  "Ah, my head hurts..."  "Don't think, Nick.
Thinking sucks."  "I wasn't thinking."  "Good."

Dani hung up the phone angrily and went to find Misha.  He
was in the first place she looked, which was Brian's suite.
"Hey Dani," Brian smiled.  He was buttoning up his shirt as
he opened the door, and she glanced around with a smile.  "I'm
not interrupting anything, am I?"  "No, not at all," Brian
grinned, "come on in."  Misha was sitting on the bed going
through some batches of photographs.  "Hey Dani, we were going
to go for a walking tour around the city.  Want to come with?"
"Sure... it's okay for Brian?"  "I'm going incognito," Brian
said, holding up a false mustache.  "Oh lord," Dani laughed.
"As long as we don't get lost and show up late for the show
tonight, I think we'll be fine," Misha said.  "Let me go put
on some sneaks," Dani said.  "But Mish, I just got a phone call
which I think you two should know about."  They both stopped in
their tracks, looking at her anxiously.  "It was from Dave, my
friend back in the City who works for the Associated Press."
Brian sat down on the edge of the bed, swallowing hard.  "Misha,
somebody doesn't want to let the story about you and Brian go,
and they're releasing some information about you."  "What about
me," Misha gulped.  "I don't know exactly, Dave is trying to find
out."  "Shit."  "I know, it's not going to be pretty around
here."  Brian walked slowly to the window.  "Bri, are you okay?"
Misha asked.  "I don't know," he said.  "I don't know if I
want to go out anymore."  "We can't just sit around in here.
Brian, it's out of our hands right now.  And we're in Vienna.
Let's just go see the city."  "Fine," Brian said quietly.  All
three of them had the same unspoken thought; this would never
have happened if Brian had stayed with Nick.

"So if my sources are correct, and I think they are," A.J.
said, sprawling out on the couch arrogantly, "Nick will be
doing his next solo concert when we are in France.  But it's
not clear whether or not Aaron is involved."  Lorna cleared
her throat and glanced nervously at her husband and business
partner.  "Yes, A.J.  That is correct.  As we told you all,
we're not hiding anything here.  Nick and his mother feel
that it's in his best interest to continue a solo presence."
"You're not hiding anything?" A.J. laughed.  "It's not
exactly common knowledge."  "We don't want to enable any
petty rivalries," Clive said snootily.  "Look, I'm not
playing around," A.J. said, leaning forward.  "That
following weekend, I am going to be doing a solo show in
New York City.  You don't have to do anything except keep
your mouths shut and cover for me."  "A.J., we all agreed
that nothing would happen behind the other guys' backs,"
Lorna smirked.  "Oh, they'll find out once it happens,"
A.J. said.  "I want it to be a surprise.  That's all.  If
you don't agree, well, then I'll have to reschedule it to
the same date as Rome."  "No way," Clive said.  "Rome is
going to be one of the biggest concerts in history.  You
are not missing it."  "I might get a really bad sore
throat that weekend if I don't get my solo show," A.J.
said.  "We'll talk about this more," Clive said as the
singer got to his feet.  "I'm sure we will," A.J. replied.
"After all, we all have our 'interests' to protect."

"Nick, are you in there?  Open up."  Kevin listened at the
door and ran over in his mind again what he wanted to say
to his bandmate.  "Oh, it's you," Nick said.  "Can we talk?"
"It's not a good time," Nick said, trying to close the door
in his face, "I have to get ready for the show."  Kevin
forced his way in.  "I really think we should talk."  Nick
shook his head and stomped over to the couch, plopping down
dramatically.  "Fine, Kevin.  Why did you ask if it's not a
fucking question.  What do you want.  I'm in a really bad
mood, so just say it and leave."  "Nick..."  Kevin groaned
and sat down on a chair across from him.  "Look, about last
night, I..."  Why weren't the words coming to him?  Nick
had his arms wrapped around his body and he was slightly
rocking himself back and forth, bouncing with irritation.
"Just say it, Kevin!  God, I'm busy, okay?"  He got up and
then sat back down almost as quickly.  "What are you so
busy doing?" Kevin snapped back.  "Looks like you're doing
nothing to me."  "Okay, that's it," Nick said, walking to
the door and holding it open.  "Get out."  "Nick, close the
door, we have to talk about this."  "So talk."  "Nick, just
shut the door.  Please?"  Nick slammed it instead and just
stood there glaring at Kevin.  "Come on, sit down, Nick.
Calm down."

Nick flung himself down again.  "You need a drink," Kevin
said.  "What do you want?  Kevin, just tell me what you want!"
Nick yelled, increasingly agitated.  "Nick, I wanted to say,
just, well, we shouldn't have done that last night.  It was
a mistake."  "Yeah.  No shit!  Thanks, Kevin.  Thanks for
the tip.  Thanks for-"  "Calm down, God!"  Kevin went and sat
next to Nick and rested a hand on the younger man's shoulder,
but Nick jerked away from him.  "Don't."  "Look Nick, I came
here to talk to you about this rationally.  So just stop
flipping out."  Nick sighed and his face drooped, his eyes
brimming and full of pain.  "I'm sorry," he said, putting
his head into his hands.  "I'm just not feeling very well
right now."  He slumped down lower.  "Nick, I had too much
to drink and I got a little carried away..."  "It's okay,"
Nick sighed.  "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you
like that," Kevin said.  "You didn't, Kevin.  I wanted it."
"I know but... I mean, you were so drunk and I knew that
you would."  Nick backed away from Kevin and stared at him.
"I know you think I'm a whore," he said, "you don't have
to keep reminding me."  "I didn't mean it that way."  "Yes
you did," Nick said, and he kissed Kevin on the lips.

Kevin shut his eyes.  It felt so good.  "Nick..." he said
quietly, "you shouldn't do that."  "I always thought you
were hot," Nick said softly, running his hands through
Kevin's hair.  "From the first time I saw you."  "You were
just a kid then," Kevin said, gazing into Nick's huge blue
eyes.  "I was grown up enough," Nick said, and his warm
tongue found Kevin's neck as he took in the scent of the
tall, beautiful man's cologne.  "I was attracted to you too,"
Kevin said very quietly, and he began to stroke Nick's soft,
curving stomach and hips underneath his shirt.  "I know,"
Nick sighed back, kissing Kevin's ear and neck.  He slid
down on the couch, lying on his back, and wrapped his legs
around Kevin's as he pushed Kevin's ass down on to him,
biting Kevin's ear lobe and tugging at his earring.  Kevin
felt his erection pressing painfully into his jeans, hard
and throbbing to enter Nick's body again.  Nick shut his
eyes, feeling the electricity between them, wanting only to
shut out the clutching sadness and loneliness that was
overwhelming his life, to feel close to somebody, to feel
wanted and loved.  "Fuck me Kevin," he whispered, "I want
you so bad."  "Do you have a rubber," Kevin said softly,
and Nick knew that he would get his wish.  "Yeah, okay."
Kevin stripped quickly and as soon as his cock was sheathed,
he forced himself into Nick's tight ass, popping in to find
erotic bliss there, fucking the young blond roughly, using
Nick's body to try to find some kind of deeper satisfaction.

"Pleased to meet you," Dani said, shaking Seth Green's hand.
The actor, who was apparently a friend of Nick's, had come
to the show in Vienna and was hanging out backstage.  "I
loved you in those Austin Powers movies."  "Ah yes," Seth
grinned, "those were great.  An entire cast of totally insane
people."  "So how do you know Nick?"  "I'm one of his many
lovers."  "Oh," Dani said.  "No, joke, kidding.  We met at
Planet Hollywood a couple of years ago.  I had no idea who
he was, and I found out at the end of the night that he was
this super famous pop star and I was like, ruh roh, because
I'd been treating him like he was just a big dork."  Dani
laughed.  "He probably liked that."  "Yeah, I think he did.
Besides, he is a big dork."  "I guess you're right," Dani
laughed.  She had never really thought of Nick that way.  "We
just get along in this weird way," Seth said.  "The other guys
are cool too.  I love A.J.  He's a sick puppy."  "Yeah," Dani
blushed.  "He's my favourite Backstreet Boy."  They laughed
together and waited for the guys to head out for the night.

"Oh, hey Seth," Brian smiled, "wazzup?"  "Not too much.  Just
wrapped a new flick, and then I'm off to Cali to read for a
TV show."  "Cool, good luck, man."  They slapped each other
on the back, and Misha came up to be introduced.  "This is
Misha Heinemann, he's working with Dani on a photo book for
the tour."  "Good to meet you," Seth said, "you're the new
Mrs. Littrell, eh?"  Misha shot Dani a look, but she shrugged.
"Hi Seth," Kevin said with a polite smile.  "Kev.  Hey Howie."
"Hey!"  Howie hugged him tightly.  "Are you partying with us
tonight?"  "Hell yes.  Ain't no party like a Backstreet party."
They all burst out laughing, except for Kevin, who looked
faintly irritated.  "Where's Nick?  Kevin, did you drown him
in the shower?"  Kevin gave Seth a really weird look and just
said, "I have no idea."  "I'm not really up for partying
tonight," Misha said to Brian.  "I wasn't planning on it,"
Brian said, "besides, they're probably going out to clubs."
We can't do that together, they both thought.  Not unless
we go with Dani and Leighanne, and never spend a moment
together, just the two of us... "This is bullshit," Misha said
to himself.  Nick showed up and headed out with A.J., Dani,
Howie and Seth to hit the Vienna nightclubs.  Kevin found
himself alone once again, and tried to find solace in song
writing, picking out melodies on a steel string guitar.  But
he found his mind wandering back to the guilt and confusion
he felt when he looked into Nick's beautiful blue eyes and
saw his own face mirrored there.