Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 23:34:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: A W <druewallace22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Boybands Dizzy Chapter 1 Repost

The legal stuff: This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving
homosexuality. By continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury
that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to
have access to sexually explicit material. The content and opinions
expressed in this story do not imply anything with regard to the sexual
preference of any member of 98 Degrees or other celebrities named
herein. This is a work of fiction entirely.

Author Notes: This is my first piece of work and I would just like to say
thanks to HR for being a great friend and a wonderful and inspiring
writer. I hope you enjoy the story.

Dizzy



It was the first day in three weeks that Andrew was able to sleep in.
Between extra shifts at the restaurant and full time classes in college
Andrew Williams was stretching himself pretty thin, but he had a mission to
complete school and be able to pay for it without loans.  The phone was
ringing; Andrew wanted to ignore it, pretending the world did not exist
until at least noon, but he was too nice a person, and had to answer it.

"Hello" he said sleepily, his voice laced with an accent of the deep south.

"Hey Andrew, its Heather, hope I didn't wake you up." A chipper yet stern
voice said on the other end.

"No you didn't. I'm always up this early on days when I don't have class or
have to work." He said sarcastically.

"Good because I need a favor." Heather said chuckling slightly at his tone.

"Why did I even answer my damn phone?"

"Because you are the best waiter and I have special guests coming in today
and the owner wants the best employees catering to them so the hotel can
make a good impression."

"Ugh...why can't Abbey work? This is like my first day off in three weeks
and she is so much better at bein’ happy than I am." Andrew said whining.

"I already recruited her. I just need you now and we are all set. Plus, I'm
doing you a favor and you will love me forever when you get here and find
out who our guests are."

"Oh my god...Heather, you're not goin’ to tell me who it is that you're
draggin’ me in for at 10:00 in the mornin’?"

"No it's a surprise. So I will see you in an hour and oh it's like 20
degrees out. You might want to dress warmly. You and Abbey can wear what
you want since you're only coming in to help with the special guests. So do
yourself a favor and look cute. Bye."

Andrew hung up the phone and sighed heavily. He rolled out of bed and made
his way to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom of his
apartment. “Leave it to Heather to call me in this early in the
mornin’. I have to thank her for being such a great friend.” Andrew said
to himself sarcastically.

Heather Riley was Andrew's best friend. She was one of the main reasons he
chose to move to Boston after high school. They met at a Food Network show
three years ago in which Heather and he were both attending. She was a
hospitality student at Johnson and Wales and he was a senior in high school
and on a field trip with his culinary arts class. He loved to cook but
decided early on he would not pursue it as a career for fear he would grow
tired of it.  He loved the way she cooked and how passionate she was about
food so they chatted and exchanged emails. After talking online for the
rest of the year online they became good friends. She had gotten him a job
as a waiter at the hotel she worked at when he moved to Boston for college
two years ago. She had finished her degree at Johnson and Wales and worked
as the general manager of the hotel. It was a nice four star hotel with
valet parking and a five star restaurant off the main lobby. When Andrew
first started working there, he felt like he didn’t fit into the wealthy
northerner atmosphere until he realized that being gay was not as big a sin
in Boston as it was in the south where he was born and raised. Plus, the
locals around here got a big kick out his charming southern accent.

“Oh my god, I look like shit.” Andrew said as he looked at himself in
the mirror. At twenty one years old, he stood about five feet eight inches
tall and due to playing tennis and being on the swim team in high school he
weighed a good 160 lbs and had a nice toned build. He kept his natural
brown hair dyed black and for some flavor added subtle streaks of red that
only showed when he spiked his hair. He rubbed the sleep out of his steel
blue eyes and made his way to the shower. The hot water running down his
body woke Andrew up fairly quickly. After about 10 minutes, Andrew exited
the shower and made his way back to his bedroom and into his walk in
closet. He hated the fact that he was rushed for time because it always
took him forever to get ready and this he knew. It wasn't that he was
indecisive about what to wear or needed his hair to be absolutely perfect;
it was just the fact that Andrew was proud of his looks and always took the
time to make sure he looked his best, no matter where he was going or what
he was doing.

“At least I don't have to wear my uniform today. That's probably the
only good thing about having to go in today.” He said to himself as he
was deciding what to wear today. His uniform wasn’t bad, consisting of a
black button down shirt and whatever color tie he wished paired with a pair
of black dress pants. He was still a little upset that Heather had called
him in. Sometimes it really sucked being best friends with the general
manager of the hotel. He could never say no to her. While she may have been
the general manager of the hotel, Andrew quickly earned the title of
general restaurant manager in less than a year thanks to his ruthless
attitude towards work and his perfectionist nature. He split the duties
with his other good friend, Abbey McAllister. He met Abbey when he first
moved to Boston because she worked in the restaurant and was Heather’s best
friend. They were college roommates and where Heather excelled at her
hospitality degree, Abbey managed to obtain a culinary arts degree and
graduated top of her class. They decided he would manage front of house and
be in charge of the servers, bartenders, and hosts while Abbey was back of
house manager over the cooks, busboys, and prep people. Normally one person
was in charge of everyone but because Andrew and Abbey were the best of the
best in the owner’s opinion, she split the job down the middle for both of
them rather than give it all to one person and piss off the other. It
worked out for the best since Abbey didn't want the position and Andrew was
in school, it turned out not to be a bad idea at all. They got together and
did the schedules because some cooks couldn't work with certain servers and
vice versa because of all the drama that seemed to go on between the
employees and their sordid love lives. Andrew was grateful he had Abbey to
help because Heather had a time to when it came to making her schedules for
the front desk, the bellhops, housekeeping, and the valet.

Andrew finally decided on wearing his favorite pair of American Eagle blue
jeans with a blue short sleeve polo shirt that had white, purple, and pink
stripes running across the chest. Andrew always wore one size smaller than
his size to accent his toned body and when he raised his arms into the air,
you could slightly see his flat stomach, if you were paying close attention
to his movements. His jeans clung tightly to legs and butt, leaving little
to the imagination in the front. Before grabbing his coat and keys, he
stopped in the bathroom and grabbed his hair gel. He looked outside and
could see a thin layer of snow softly covering the ground.

“The only good thing about Christmas in Boston is the snow that makes a
white Christmas.” He said to himself before grabbing his blue ski hat
and matching scarf. All bundled up, he left his apartment and made his way
to work.

Andrew arrived at work about ten minutes to eleven. He walked into the back
employee's lounge to clock in and saw Abbey and Heather sitting at a table
talking. Heather was obviously explaining something to Abbey and Andrew
heard Abbey groan.

"You are not serious. I cannot believe you called me in for this?" Andrew
heard Abbey say as he sat down at the table after clocking in.

"What can't you believe Abbey?"

"I can't believe I was called in for this crap. I mean, I can understand
why you would come in but I cannot believe she dragged me in too." Abbey
said looking at Andrew.

"And why exactly are we here today? I mean I was sleepin’ so peacefully and
dreamin’ about having sex with a hot, muscular guy.”

Heather laughed and looked at me. “There is a couple of boy bands
staying here and when you find out who it is you will love me forever for
calling you in."

"So you aren't goin’ to tell me who they are then?"

"No way, I want to see the look on your face when you find out. Now let's
go they should be in the dining area now. We closed off a portion of the
restaurant for them specifically to not attract fans and reporters."

Heather made her way to the restaurant floor, followed by Andrew and Abbey.

"Now, there are a total of twelve people. We put several tables together to
make on giant table to seat all twelve so it will be easier for you to
serve them. I don't have to tell you this but the owner wants me to remind
you they are VIP guests. Don't screw up, don't piss them off, and don't act
stupid. She has requested that they rate their experience after their meal
is finished so I'm sure that means this could be the end of your jobs if
you screw up. Now get to work and have fun." Heather said cheerfully
causing Andrew to chuckle to himself.

Only Heather could make something as serious as losing their job if they
screw up with the VIP guests sound cheerful. Andrew watched as Heather left
the restaurant and headed back to the hotel front desk. He and Abbey turned
and faced each other. They shrugged, sighed, and gave each other a high
five. It was their little pre-shift ritual. They had done it ever since
they both started working together two years ago. Andrew headed toward to
enclosed area.

"Let's get this over with so I can go home and study. I have an exam in the
mornin’ that I need to get ready for."

Abbey was about to say something to him as Andrew walked through the
curtain. Andrew's mouth fell open as he saw who was seated at the
table. Abbey smiled at the people seated at the table.

"We will be with you to take your drink orders shortly."

Abbey elbowed Andrew in the stomach and pushed him through the curtain and
away from the guests.

"D...did you s...see who they w...were?"

"Yeah I did and your point is?"

"My point?! My point is they are like the hottest guys in the world. What
the hell was Heather thinkin’? I can't wait on them!" Andrew said breathing
heavily.

"Are you hyperventilating?" Abbey said with a concerned look on her
face. She guided Andrew to a chair and sat him down and started fanning him
with her hands. "You have got to calm down. There is nothing to be excited
nor upset about. Just treat them like normal customers. Imagine them in
their underwear or something and you'll stop being nervous around them."

Andrew looked at Abbey like she was crazy. Abbey, a little on the slow
side, finally realized what she had said. "Oh yeah, not helping." She
started laughing. They heard someone clear their throat behind them. They
both turned and they were face to face with Drew Lachey himself.

"Is everything ok? We were kind of wondering when we might be able to get
some drinks. We're thirsty."

Abbey quickly stood up and made her way over to Drew.

"I'm sorry. Andrew was feeling a little dizzy and I just needed to make
sure he was ok. But he's fine now and if you want to go back and sit down
we'll come and take your drink orders."

"Ok." Drew turned back and was headed into the curtain area but stopped
suddenly and looked over at Andrew. "Hey, don't worry about anything. I
promise you...us hot guys will be on our best behavior." He winked and
smiled as Andrew turned a bright red.

"So, you heard that huh?"

"Hey don't be embarrassed. Its good to know we still got it." He laughed
and went back to sit down. Abbey looked over at Andrew and laughed.

Andrew walked past Abbey and through the curtain area. Abbey followed him
and soon they made their way around the table collecting drink orders. They
left the area to get the drinks and in a few minutes they were back. When
Andrew had got to the last drink, he was about to set it down on the table
when a hand overlapped his on the cup. He looked up to see who it was and
was looking into the gorgeous hazel eyes of Drew. Drew pulled on the cup
towards the table, without letting go of Andrew's hand, forcing Andrew to
lean down closer to him. When the cup was on the table, Drew let go of
Andrew's hand. Andrew stood upright quickly, blushed, and walked away. Drew
turned back to the table and took a sip of his drink.

Andrew and Abbey eventually served the food and in the process learned that
98 Degrees was in Boston for a tour to raise money for their charity, which
was providing poor families with presents for their kids for
Christmas. Also part of the tour, were the members of N*Sync and tagging
along were Nick Lachey's latest girlfriend Vanessa Minnillo, Lance Bass’
boyfriend reality star Reichen Lehmkuhl, and of course Jessica Biel was
there with Justin Timberlake. Andrew and Abbey expertly made sure all
twelve guests had exactly what they needed without even making them wait
for it. When everyone was finished eating,

Abbey and Andrew started cleaning up the dishes from the table while
everyone sat around drinking coffee and chatting.

"So Drew, I see you've taken a liking to our waiter here." Nick said
mischievously to his younger brother.

Drew blushed and tossed a packet of sugar at his brother. "Shut up Nick. I
haven't "taken a liking" as you think. I'm simply observing his work habits
so I can accurately report our dining experience like the hotel owner
requested we do."

Jeff, who was sitting next to Drew, burst into laughter along with fellow
bandmate Justin who was right next to him. Vanessa, who was sitting next to
Nick, looked over at them confusingly. She was talking to Jessica when the
guys were picking on Drew.

"What is so funny baby?" she asked Nick.

"Nothing sweetheart, we are just picking on Drew."

Vanessa reached across the table and put her hand on Drew's. "Well don't be
too mean to him. I'm sure he's still getting over the divorce and he
doesn't need you guys ragging on him so much while he's hurting."

Drew smiled. "Thank you Vanessa but I'm fine. Lea and I are still friends
and she understands that I cannot continue to live a lie. She deserves
better and I want what Lance has."

Vanessa glanced down the table to where Lance and Reichen were sitting side
by side talking to Joey and JC of N*Sync.

"You want to sleep with Reichen? Wouldn't that be bad to steal your best
friend's boyfriend?" Vanessa asked.

Nick and the boys started laughing at her. She looked confused. Nick put
his hands on the side of her head and looked into her eyes. "He means he
wants a boyfriend who he can love and who loves him back." Nick said right
before kissing her lightly on her forehead.

Vanessa smiled and nodded. "Oh Drew, I'm sure you'll find some hot
guy. What about the waiter? He seems like he's hard-working and sweet. Plus
he is totally cute and has an ass that you just want to squeeze every time
he walks by and his accent is just so charming..." she had her hands out in
front over her squeezing them together. She stopped when she saw all four
of the guys staring at her weirdly. She looked at Nick. "I mean, he's
nowhere near as cute as you are and your ass is so much squeezable than his
I'd imagine..."

She stopped when Nick covered her mouth with his. When he finished kissing
her, he looked over to his brother. "See, even Vanessa thinks you two would
make a cute couple. I'm telling you bro, you should go for it."

Drew looked at his brother annoyingly. "Dude, we don't even know if he's
gay. Two, we don't even know if he's single. And thirdly..."

"Oh he's gay alright. I can tell. He is sending off some serious vibes."
Vanessa interrupted Drew with.

Nick look over at his girlfriend questioningly while Justin was curious as
to how she came about this information. "Oh really and just how can you
tell? You have to teach us since it seems Drew isn't going to do anything
for himself, it's up to us to make sure the kid here gets his rocks off one
way or another."

Drew glared at Justin as Vanessa began to school the guys on the art of
gaydar. "Duh it's like so obvious. Look at his hair. See how his spikes
have a redish tint to them? What straight guy do you know would put bright
red coloring in black hair? Secondly, you can see a slight change in his
demeanor when he is waiting on certain people at the table. Watch how he is
cool and calm with Lance, Reichen, Jessica, and I. Then watch how he gets
kind of flustered when he is with Joey and the four of you, especially you
Drew after you practically pulled him into your lap when he was giving you
your drink. Don't think I didn't see that. I'm sure he is attracted to
almost all the guys at this table with the exception of JC and Chris."

Nick looked at her. "Wait a minute. The hair thing I get and I can
understand how if you watched him enough you could maybe see how he acts
differently with each person but maybe that's just how he is. He treats
everyone differently but in a friendly way."

Vanessa looked at Nick like he was crazy. "Puh-leaze. Watch how he is
polite to JC and Chris but you can tell he doesn't give a rat's ass about
waiting on them. He's nowhere near as enthusiastic with them as he is with
everyone else. He doesn't get all flustered around Lance or Reichen or
either me or Jessica."

Jeff suddenly acted like a light bulb went off in his head. "I know
why. It's because he knows that Lance and Reichen are together and he isn't
the type to try and ruin a relationship even though he could possibly be
attracted to them.”

Vanessa smiled brightly at him and clapped her hands together. "Yay at
least one of you is paying attention. Now watch him as he comes around to
us. He will be perfectly ok with Jessica and me but when it comes to you
four he seems to tense up and get politely quiet."

They all watched and sure enough when he came around to make sure they were
all ok, the boys could pick up on how differently he reacted with each one
of them. When he left the table, Vanessa beamed at the boys. "See, I told
you so."

Drew stared at his friends in disbelief. "Whatever. It doesn't matter
anyways because guess what. There is no chance in hell that anything will
ever happen. Plus he lives here in Boston and we all live in
Ohio. Personally, the long distance thing isn't exactly my idea of a
budding relationship. Just stop with the "is he or isn't he" crap and get
it through your heads that I don't need your help getting a boyfriend. And
who even says I want one? Maybe I'm perfectly fine being single."

Drew abruptly got up from the table and left the curtained area. The others
at the table witnessed his sudden departure.

"Is he ok?" Jessica asked with concern in her voice turning her attention
away from her boyfriend.

"He'll be fine." Nick said, unsure if he was being honest.

They finished up with everything and paid their bill. Everyone left their
various tips on the table while Andrew and Abbey were checking on a way for
them to get upstairs without getting mauled by a bunch of people. Abbey
came back and told everyone she was going to take them through the
employee's areas to ensure they got upstairs undisturbed. As everyone was
leaving the area, Andrew came back to the table with the bus cart and began
the process of cleaning up. Nick was the last of the group to leave and he
stayed behind a moment watching Andrew as he cleaned up. Andrew noticed him
watching and turned to him.

"Did you need anythin’ else Mr. Lachey?"

Nick chuckled slightly. "Please call me Nick and no thank you I'm fine."

Nick walked away quickly, leaving Andrew alone with a confused look on his
face. Andrew shrugged and went back to cleaning up. Abbey came back a few
minutes later, surprised that there was nothing left to do but push the bus
cart back to the kitchen and replace the table clothes. Andrew had made
quick work of the mess and even managed to separate the tables back to
their correct positions in the short time Abbey was gone.

"Wow you cleaned up real fast."

"Well like I said earlier, I need to get home and study for my exam
tomorrow."

Abbey walked over to the table where Andrew piled the tips together and
began dividing them in half. Abbey finished counting and turned to Andrew
with her mouth wide open.

"There's eight hundred dollars here Andrew! I can't believe it. That's four
hundred a piece. You know, maybe boy bands aren't so bad after all."

Andrew sighed and laughed at her. He grabbed his half and looked at it.

"It's too much. I mean their bill was only like what, two hundred? This is
way too much. We can't take this."

Abbey looked at Andrew as if he just slapped her.

"You have got to be kidding me. You barely make this in one week in tips
and you're complaining? I don't know about you but I can definitely take
this."

Andrew laughed at her.

"I don't know I just don't feel right about it."

Abbey walked over to him and felt his forehead.

"Are you feeling ok? I mean you are feeling a little warm."

"I'm fine. Please stop touchin’ me." Andrew said pushing her away while
laughing.

Andrew and Abbey went to the employee's lounge to clock out. They then
proceeded to the front desk to let Heather know they were leaving for the
day. Abbey said her goodbyes and headed out the door while Andrew stayed
behind chatting with Heather.

"One more thing before I leave. I need you to do me a favor." Andrew said
to Heather.

"Sure what's up?"

"Can you give me a pen and a piece of paper please?"

Heather handed Andrew a pen and a piece of paper like he requested. He
scribbled a note down on the piece of paper and folded the money inside the
piece of paper without Heather seeing it.

"Can you put this in an envelope and leave it for the group?"

"Yeah sure what is it?"

"Don't worry about it. Just...please?"

Heather took the note and put it in an envelope and set in the group's room
message box. The phone rang and Heather picked it up. Andrew took the
opportunity to leave. Waving good bye to his best friend he left the hotel.