Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 14:48:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Can Come True chapters 3-4

Once again the normal legal stuff applies here: no one
under 18 or is offended by homosexual stuff or if this
is illegal wherever you are should read this! And this
story does NOT imply anything about the celebrities
mentioned, so don't ask me for Brian's phone number
again!

Chapter 3: The next day
	I woke up discombobulated and didn't know where I
was...then I remembered that I had crashed in Brian and
Nick's room the night before. Then I noticed my cell
phone was ringing in my pocket, must have been what
woke me up since every ring echoed through my head
dozens of times.
	"Yeah," I mumbled into the phone.
	"Where the HELL have you been?" I heard Jen scream
into the phone.
	"Quiet," I said, "quiet is good...noise bad..."
	"Don't even tell me you have a hand-over," she said.
	"One helluva one,"
	"Perfect..." she said, "you're planning on showing up
at MTV Studios with a hangover?"
	"MTV..?"
	"Yeah," she said, "the big skyscraper in the middle
of Manhattan, the one where TRL is shot, where you're
supposed to be today at 2:30 to be live at 3...any of
this ring a bell?"
	"The TRL shooting is today?" I screamed, but caught
myself cussing at myself because I didn't want to wake
Nick and Brian.
	"YES!" she shouted.
	"Oh..." I mumbled, "fuck me..."
	"Thanx hun, but no..."
	"I'll stop by the apartment, change, and be there on
time...I swear..."
	"You'd best be hun, or else we're both fucked...now get
moving and DON'T BE LATE"
	I punched the `end' button and looked at my watch. It
was only 10 A.M. why was she so crazy about the time?
Well I didn't really wanna think about that so I
searched for my Nike's and put them on.
	"Where you going?" I heard a groggy voice from behind
as I was heading for the door.
	I spun around to see Brian climbing out of bed.
	"Uh...home..." I said.
	"Where's Nick?" Brian asked as he pulled back the
sheets on Nick's bed to reveal a pillow in his place.
	"I dunno..." I said stupidly.
	"Well it's only ten," Brian started, "why don'tcha
stay for breakfast, the guys normally call a
`breakfast meeting' of sorts to talk about what we
have so Kevin can tell us what to expect for the rest
of the day while no one pays attention and stuffs
their faces."
	"Oh..." I said, "sounds like a BSB thing to me.
	"You and I could have breakfast together, by
ourselves, if you want..." he asked.
	"Um, sure!" I perked up a bit.
	Brian showered and I showered after him, I stole some
of the clothes of his that actually fit me...even though
they were few and far between. Brian hurriedly
scribbled a note to the rest of the Boys before we
walked out the door.
	We decided to walk down the street to a diner and
hurried inside.
	Brian ate the whole meal with a hat pulled almost
completely over his face, but I didn't have to worry
about anyone noticing me.
	"Well," I said as I finished my hamburger.
	"Well," Brian mimicked me, "how the hell can you eat
a hamburger at eleven in the morning?"
	"I like pancakes or waffles like once a year and eggs
about just as much...and that pretty much eliminates all
breakfast foods served in a diner," I answered.
	"You're nuts!" Brian said a he finished off his short
stack.
	"Listen," I said, "I'm not exactly subtle and I know
that that isn't good in this business because most
people watch what they say to make sure they don't
step on other people's toes and whatnot but I can't do
that so I just have to come out and say something."
	"K," was Brian response as he guzzled his remaining
orange juice.
	"You eat like a horse," I laughed, "wait...that wasn't
what I wanted to say."
	"It sounded up front and non-subtle to me" he laughed
with me.
	"Yeah," I began again, "but that's not it...Nick told
me that you liked me and I just wanted to say that I'm
not gay..."
	I tried to protect my image as a (hopefully) soon to
be celebrity.
	"That jack-off," Brian said bluntly as he stood up
paid the bill and walked out, "he always tells people
that to like scare them off or something, maybe he
thinks you will cramp my friendship with him or
something...but it won't!"
	"So you're not gay?" I asked disappointedly.
	"NO!"
	"Ok...well I'm gonna call a cab `cause I don't see any
to hail down...see ya" I said as I pulled out my cell
phone to find out its charge was dead, "I need to ask
another favor..."
	We walked into Brian's apartment and I picked up the
phone and called for a cab.
	"I can't believe that you didn't have any change from
the diner for a pay phone..." I said, "oh, by the way,
thanks for breakfast."
	"Your welcome, actually I do have change," he said,
"want three cents?"
	"No,"
	"Look a note from Nick," I said as I reached to hand
it to Brian.
	Brian's hand met mine as I reached for it. We looked
at each other and became lost in each other's gaze...his
wonderful blue eyes were mesmerizing and we leaned in
towards each other for a kiss and it seemed like that
second lasted forever but before I knew it I was on
the couch with Brian's tongue in my mouth.
	"Brian..." I started.
	"Sorry," he said apologetically, "you tried to tell
me in the diner and I..."
	"Actually," I cut him off quickly, "I was gonna say
lock the door while I cancel my cab..."
	Brian ran across the room and quickly bolted the door
as I punched the numbers on the phone and told the
person on the other end to cancel my cab. When I
turned around Brian was in mid-jump over the bed and
then right in front of me.
	He quickly pulled me into an embrace as our lips
locked we began to wrestle each other's tongue and
soon we were on the couch again but this time we were
stripping each other of clothes as we made out madly.
	I was undoing Brian's belt when he stopped me. He
reached to my own belt and undid it first then in one
yank both my jeans and my boxers were gone. I, in
turn, did the same to him.
	Soon my mouth surrounded his 8" prick and I started
bobbing up and down on him expertly. I took time to
lick the precum off of his cock's head and to suck on
his balls but I kept up my pace nonetheless. Soon he
started to cum and I sucked down his sweet juices.
	I flipped him onto his back and pulled his legs onto
my shoulders. I then quickly pulled a rubber out of my
jeans pocket and put it on then I started to inch in
my own 8 ½" cock. Once I was completely inside him I
started to thrust my hips rhythmically. I saw that
Brian was still in a slight bit of comfort and bent
down and began to suck on his right peck. He moaned in
pleasure as I sucked his peck and kept my cock pumping
his ass.
	When I began to cum I clenched my teeth to keep from
moaning as loud as humanly possible. Brian saw that I
was trying to keep from making a lot of noise and
decided to toy with me. He clenched his ass as tight
as possible making me cum harder and impossible for me
to keep from moaning. I came in buckets into the
condom and fell on top of Brian.
	"So..." I said between huffs, "what did...the note...from
Nick...say?"
	"I..." he huffed as much as I did, "don't give...a flying
fuck..."
	We both chuckled at that thought but we were probably
comfortable enough to doze off but neither one of us
could risk getting caught like that or waste any time
in our already cramped schedules.
	We quickly cleaned up, changed, and I left to go home
and prepare for my TRL interview.
	Promptly at 2:30 I arrived at MTV Studios to walk
through a mob of fans that didn't recognize me, but
only saw a limo pulling up at the site of TRL and
assumed to find a big name celeb, boy were they wrong.
	I actually to walk onto the set at 3:30 and did so
and answered a bunch of dumb questions from Carson
like where I grew up, how old I was, and the only good
question was what the album was like. Well after that
we actually debuted the video which happened to be one
of the fast beat bubble gum pop songs the label had
chose for me to do.
	After the video aired Carson looked quizzically at
me.
	"Your hair..." he said.
	"Yeah," I answered, "the director of the video
thought I'd look better with bleached blonde hair. But
since we seemed to be fresh out of hair styling stuff
at the site of the shoot he put a wig on me. He also
gave me this wicked cool gel-like stuff in a really
small tube that you rub into your eyebrows that
temporarily colors them whatever color the gel is. The
shading of the eyebrows depends on how much you put
on."
	"Uh-huh," he said, "well I hope you have a lot of
success with your career."
	With that he cut to a commercial and I was escorted
back to the dressing room so I could change out of the
clothes the MTV people wanted me to wear and into the
clothes I actually wore.
	As soon as I was out of the studio and back into the
limo I called Jen and asked her what she thought and
thanked her for getting me a limo even though no one
knows me.
	Once that was finished I immediately called Brian on
his cell phone.
	"Hello," he answered the phone.
	"Hello, you have been called by someone you don't
know, they have called you merely to burn the minutes
you have remaining on your cell phone and cost you
money...there will now be a slight pause so you cuss out
this recording," I said trying to sound as
machine-like as possible.
	"Ha ha," he laughed sarcastically.
	"So," I said, "when do you wanna get together again
and talk about what's going on with us before we start
this tour?"
	"Tomorrow," he said, "turns out that note from Nick
was telling me to get my ass downtown so I could spend
the day in meetings and waiting rooms for no apparent
reason."
	"Legal stuff day?" I asked.
	"Yup," he answered, "we're here ironing out works for
the next CD, which we already recording one track for,
but I gotta go, I'm in a waiting room with guys and we
were just asked to step into an office for more legal
explaining I don't really care about."
	"Oh you care plenty," I said, "or else you wouldn't
be as rich as you are...but I know you gotta go, so I'll
say bye for now."
	"Ok, bye" he said before I pushed `end' on the phone.

Chapter 4:
	"Guess what?" I heard someone say into the phone.
	I had stayed at my apartment that night but decided
to move out and get rid of a lot of stuff since I
didn't know where I'd be going after the whole two
weeks I'd be with Brian.
	"What?" I said tiredly, "and it better be good...you
just woke me up..."
	"You song is on the radio," then I figured out it was
Brian, "107.9"
	I jumped out of bed and tuned my stereo to the
station he had just given me. Yup, there I was singing
my heart out to some song I didn't like that much.
	"I love the song, it's really emotional but has a
good beat," he said.
	"Oh, yeah, thanks," I replied over the phone, "so
when do you wanna talk about yesterday?"
	"Over breakfast," he said, "I'll pick you up in and
hour, and this time you'll eat an ACTUAL breakfast!"
	I laughed, agreed and hung up.
	Just I hung up the phone I heard the DJ come on as
the song ended.
	"That was Michael and his first single ever, not bad
for a beginner and now here comes Madonna and the
country's current #1 `Music'..."
	I turned up the stereo and listened to the song play
as I started to actually wake up from my
half-asleepness. I climbed into the shower with the
hottest water possible and got out into a steam-filled
bathroom. I couldn't see ANYTHING in the mirror and
figured that I had taken way to long in the shower to
have that much steam in the room. Soon I felt a pair
of arms around my chest and waist.
	"Oh great," I said sarcastically, "I have a single
out for a day and already there's a stalker."
	I turned around and looked at Brian's wide smile and
beautiful eyes.
	"You betcha, cutie," he said, "now drop to your knees
boy or I'll kill ya!"
	I started to get on my knees when he stopped me.
	"Sorry, but I was being sarcastic," he said, "wish I
wasn't if I knew you were gonna be that complying...but
we gotta get us some food...I'm starving and nothings
fun on an empty stomach, not even this!"
	"I'll remember that next time," I said.
	"Just get your cute ass dressed," he said as he
handed me the clothes I had set on the bathroom
counter.

That's installment two but don't expect installments
to keep arriving this quickly. Thanx for all your
responses to the last installment, and keep them
coming to my NEW email address: reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com