Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 08:43:14 EST
From: BrwyMilo@aol.com
Subject: "Nick and Justin" part 31
OK, I know this is really really late. I just got a new computer, so it
took a while to get everything installed and ready. So, this is part 31 of
the series. Many more sections to come and I promise that this installment
will answer many of the questions I've been receiving. If you have any
questions, comments, suggestions, criticisms, etc, please send them to Mike
at BrwyMilo@aol.com. This story is not meant to imply anything about the
sexuality or beliefs of anyone involved. It's purely fictional and should be
read as such. That said, enjoy the story!
*****
"Come on Just. Time to get up," Nick said as he gently shook Justin's
shoulder. Justin groaned and rolled away from him, pulling the blankets
farther up over his head. "Come on," Nick repeated, tugging on the blankets
a little more.
"I'm not getting out of this bed, so don't even think about it," Justin
said in a grumpy voice.
"You should have thought about that before you downed most of a bottle of
vodka last night," Nick replied. He lay down on top of Justin rubbing his
hands up and down his arms. "You sure you don't want to get up? You might
feel better after a shower."
Justin shook a bit and lay were he was. "I can't open my eyes," he said
in a pained voice.
"I'll go close the curtains," Nick said, hopping up and walking over to
the window. He glanced outside at the sunny day and laughed. 'Of all the
days for the sun to be out,' he thought to himself as he pulled them tightly
shut, leaving only a small seam of light showing through a crack in the
center. "Ok, the curtains are closed. You getting up now?"
"Nick, I really don't feel well," Justin replied. Nick walked over and
pulled Justin up gently.
"What hurts," he asked in a soft voice as he cradled Justin.
"Ugh, everything. My head is spinning and throbbing, my eyes are killing
me, I'm achey all over."
"Do you feel like you're gonna throw up," Nick asked.
"No, not anymore," Justin replied. "Remind me of what this feels like if
I ever go to drink again."
"Will do," Nick said. "But we have a concert tonight, so you're going to
have to get out of this bed. Come on, you'll feel better after a nice hot
shower."
"Fine," Justin said grudgingly. He stood slowly, leaning on Nick for
support as they made their way towards the bathroom. Once they got there,
Justin leaned against the sink as Nick turned on the water and got the right
temperature.
"All ready," Nick announced. With a groan, Justin stood up and slipped
off his boxer shorts. He stumbled a bit, being steadied by Nick as he
stepped into the shower. He leaned against the wall and let the hot water
fall over him. Nick took the soap in his hands and began to wash him.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm in the hospital or something, so can you
please just come in here with me," Jusitn said with a small smile, the first
he had all morning.
Nick laughed loudly and shrugged his shoulders. He slipped off his own
boxers and got under the hot torrent of water. He pulled Justin off the wall
and gave him a tight hug. "You'll feel better this afternoon, I promise," he
said in a gentle voice. He felt Justin's head against his shoulder as he
leaned back, the wall catching him. He thought he heard some slight snoring.
He looked down and Justin's head rolled off his shoulder. "You're not going
to sleep in here," Nick said with a slight laugh. He held Justin's head more
under the water and let the stream fall over his face. Justin woke up with a
start and groaned.
"I'm awake," he said with a sigh. He felt Nick's hands massaging his
scalp, and smelled the fragrant shampoo in his hair. It ran slightly down
his face and the back of his neck as he was guided back under the water. The
suds were washed out as Nick's hands began to lather the soap over his body.
Justin sighed happily and leaned forward. He giggled slightly. "Don't start
tickling me!"
"Aw come on. It makes you smile," Nick replied with a small laugh. He
washed Justin off quickly and then shampooed his own hair. He rinsed off and
then shut the water, wrapping a towel first around Justin, then himself. "All
finished," he announced.
"Back to bed," Justin asked hopefully.
"Down to breakfast," Nick replied quickly. "I think we're meeting in
Kevin's room, so let's hurry it up. He'll probably want to get right over to
the arena for some practice.
"God, all work and no play makes Kevin a dull boy," Justin groaned.
"Kevin knows how to party when he wants. He's just usually looking out
for us," Nick replied.
Justin laughed loudly. "I can't imagine Kevin really partying." He
thought a moment and laughed louder. "I'll believe it when I see it."
Nick laughed with Justin for a moment. "You'll see Curly." He watched
as Justin walked out of the bathroom and back into the sleeping area. Justin
turned back to face Nick and then looked at the bed longingly.
"Just for fifteen minutes," Justin asked with a slight whine.
Nick looked at his face and sighed. "I wish we could, but the guys will
kill us if we're late."
Justin groaned and let the towel slide off his body. Nick whistled
loudly and started to giggle, which made Justin snap his head sharply in
Nick's direction. He instantly grabbed his head and groaned. "If you're
gonna whistle, give me advance warning," he said as he tried to joke.
"Oh right, forgot you were hung over," Nick said, slightly laughing. "I
have some aspirin if you want."
Justin's face lit up. "You do?"
Nick walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a small plastic bottle.
He tossed it to Justin and grinned. "Enjoy."
Justin quickly downed two and sighed. "OK then, let's get dressed and
over to Kevin's before I get us in too much trouble." Nick smiled warmly at
Justin for a moment. Justin noticed and smiled back. After a moment, "And
what are we smiling at?"
"Just thinking about how much I love you," Nick said.
Justin's smile grew even wider as he listened to Nick's words. "Not as
much as I love you."
"Yea yea," Nick replied. "Ok, as much as I love to see you naked, it's
time to get dressed."
"Oh," Justin said with a grin. "Always a gentleman!"
*****
"Kevin wake up," Mindy said in a worried voice. She watched as Kevin
rolled from side to side groggily. She groaned loudly and shook him again.
"Kevin," she said in a whisper. His eyes fluttered slightly. As he saw her
face looking down at him he smiled widely.
"Good morning," he said in a still sleepy voice.
There was a knock at the door. Kevin shot up in bed and looked around.
"Someone is knocking at your door," Mindy replied quickly. "I didn't know if
you wanted to let anyone know that I...well...spent the night here, so...
She looked at the paniced expression on his face and smiled. "Ok, so I guess
that's a no then."
"Kevin are you awake? What's going on," Brian's voice said from the
other side of the door. Kevin listened and heard several other voices as
well.
"Can you guys come back later," Kevin said hopefully.
"Come on Kevin open up," AJ said. "We already ordered breakfast and had
it sent here."
Kevin looked over at Mindy and groaned. "Did your police training give
you any experience in getting out of messes like this?"
Mindy thought a moment and smiled. "Actually it did. You go answer the
door." Kevin nodded quickly and hopped out of the bed. "Clothes Kevin.
Clothes. Your clothes," Mindy said in a whisper. "You may want some!"
Kevin flushed and threw on a pair of boxers and a wife-beater. He looked
at the door again as he heard another knocking. When he turned back to face
Mindy, she was gone. With a sigh he walked over to the door. "I'm coming,
I'm coming," he said in a harsh voice. "Can't a guy relax at all?"
He opened the door and noticed AJ's smiling face. There was a tray of
food already outside the room. "So," AJ said with a grin.
"So what," Kevin replied as he looked at the faces of everyone in the
groups.
"So where is she," AJ asked, his grin getting wider.
"Where's who," Kevin said as he looked back into the room. "There's no
one in here but me."
AJ stuck his head in and gave it a quick once over. "Alright, we'll play
along," he said as he walked past Kevin and into the room. Brian followed
closey behind, pushing the tray with him.
"Sleep well cuz," he asked, a smile painted across his face.
"He must of, look at how messed up the blankets are," AJ said. He threw
a look over at Kevin who shook his head.
"You're usually such a sound sleeper, aren't you Kev," Howie asked,
joining in on the torment.
"Usually," Kevin replied flatly. He watched as Nick and Justin walked in
and took their usual spot on the floor just at the foot of the bed.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty hungry," Nick said.
"So, if we're done analyzing Kevin's sleeping habits, why don't we get some
food in me before I die!"
"That's a great idea Nick," Kevin said happily. "I'm starving too. Here,
let's get some food." He quickly grabbed a plate and walked over to the
tray, piling on eggs, bacon, toast, biscuits...
"Slow down Kevin," Devon said with a laugh. "You never eat that much!"
"He probably worked up quite an appetite," AJ said as he glanced quickly
behind a curtain.
"Can't a man just be hungry," Kevin asked defensively.
"Yea leave him alone," Justin said as he piled onto his plate as much
food as Kevin had. "There's nothing wrong with someone being hungry you
know."
Britney staggered into the room, her hair all over the place, a robe
wrapped tightly around her. Everyone watched as she stumbled over to the
coffee and began pouring herself a mug.
"You look like shit," Kevin said.
"Go to hell," she quickly replied in a monotone voice. She downed the
coffee in almost one sitting, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Sorry, rough night."
"Understandable," Kevin replied with a grin.
"Do we have sausage," she asked as she looked at the trays of food.
"Here you go," Justin said as he tossed her a couple of links. She
accepted them gladly, popping them into her mouth quickly.
"I guess everyone's hungry this morning," Kevin said, throwing a sharp
look at AJ who merely shrugged and sat down on the bed near Britney.
"How do you feel," he whispered.
"Never let me drink again," she replied as she fell onto his shoulder.
"Is she feeling alright," Kevin asked.
"Yea, just a little tired," AJ lied.
"Yea, really tired," Howie said with a grin. He sighed loudly and looked
over at Lance. "Lance, ask your boyfriend if we have to do much rehearsing
before the show tonight.
"Devon, do we have to-"
"I heard him," Devon laughed, kissing Lance quickly on the cheek. "And no
Howie, there's not much to do, but I would like everyone to walk through a
couple of numbers." He threw a look at Justin and Britney. "And I know
there's going to be a lot of energy from everyone tonight, right?"
"Loads," Britney said as she lifted her head weakly before falling back
on the bed.
"Something go on last night that I should know about," Kevin asked,
giving each of them an odd expression.
"No, what makes you say that," Howie asked quickly.
"I don't know," Kevin replied with a shrug. "Britney looks like shit and
Justin looks like he got no sleep last night."
"Sex," Howie replied quickly. "Nick and him...all night long." Nick
threw Howie a dirty look. He glanced quickly over at Kevin.
"What can I say? Hormones," he said. Justin smiled weakly and went back
to nibbling on a piece of toast. Finally, realizing he wasn't at all hungry
he tossed it back on the plate and handed the whole thing over to Nick.
"That was a bit too much information, but thanks," Kevin said, shaking
his head slightly. "And Britney?"
"PMS," AJ said for her. Britney slapped him quickly on the arm. "See
what I mean?"
"Alright then," Kevin said, looking oddly at everyone in the room. "Why
don't you guys get ready to head over to the arena, and I'll take care of
this mess and get my shower?"
"Great idea," Howie said as he hopped up. "We'll see you later Kevin.
Sorry for bothering you!"
"It's alright," Kevin said as he ushered them to the door. When the last
person was out, he shut it heavily and leaned against it. He looked around
from side to side and squinted his eyes. "Mindy," he asked in a whisper.
"Where'd you go?" He began to walk around the room, looking behind furniture
as he went. When he stopped in front of the bed, something grabbed his leg.
He let out a loud yelp and jumped away from it.
"God, you're really jumpy this morning," Mindy said with a grin as she
crawled out from underneath the bed, wearing one of Kevin's t-shirts. "Oh,
and you have got to clean under there. Half of your suitcase must be hiding
there."
"You were hiding under the bed," Kevin asked, slightly amazed.
"Yea well, the police force may not have trained me for something like
that, but having three older brothers did." She looked at Kevin up and down
for a moment, a smile creeping slowly over her face. "I believe you said
something about a shower?"
*****
Leigh Anne dropped her luggage onto the floor of the living room in her
apartment. She walked swiftly over to her answering machine and began to
listen to the messages as she sorted through the mail.
"Message One-Hi Leigh Anne, it's Bill. Call me as soon as you get back
in. They really need you on the set. I tried to get you on your cell phone,
but apparently you shut it off. Why do you think we gave you a cell phone in
the first place? Ok, give me a call quick."
"I can't even go away for a couple of days without these people hounding
me," she said to herself grumpily. She erased the message and listened to
the next.
"Message 2-Leigh Anne it's you mother-"
The erase button was hit on that one before the word was even finished.
Leigh Anne laughed to herself, but made a mental note to call her mom at some
point.
"Message 3-" There was no sound. Leigh Anne heard a beep go off and
groaned. "Why do people hang up when they get the answering machine? That
is the whole point of them."
"Messgae 4-" There were no words. Leigh Anne looked up and moved closer
to the machine. There was a slow rhythmic breathing. It got louder until it
was finally cut off. A loud beeping noise echoed throughout the empty
apartment. Leigh stood where she was, staring off into space. After a
moment she shook out of her trance and replayed the message cautiously.
Again, there was the slow breathing. With the yell she swiped her arm over
the table, knocking the machine to the floor. She put her hands to the sides
of her face and tried to catch her breath. "I'm fucking tired of these crank
calls," she yelled to no one. She threw herself down on the couch and hugged
her knees to her chest tightly. "Ok, keep a cool head Leigh Anne," she said
to herself, gently rocking back and forth.
A floor board creaked behind her. Leigh Anne's head snapped up as she
flung her body around to see who was behind her. She looked carefully in all
directions. "Whoever is in this fucking apartment had better get out before
I kill you!" She stood slowly and began to walk around. The noise she had
heard vanished. She sighed loudly and rubbed her temples. "I can't deal
with this anymore," she said to herself. She walked to the kitchen to get
some tylenol when she heard the same noise again; this time from her bedroom.
She began to shake as she listened more carefully, hearing the noise yet
again, and again. Someone was definitely walking through her bedroom. She
backed into one of the cabinets and pulled out the largest knife she could
find. She took one step forward, then another, each more tentative than the
one before. She walked through her apartment in this fashion, until finally,
she stood outside the door to her bedroom. She grabbed the doorknob and in
one quick motion flung the door open and shoved the knife in, giving out a
yell. There was no one there. She took a step into the room and looked
around. "Great, now I'm imagining things," she laughed to herself.
A hand grabbed her. The knife was wrenched from her hand as she
struggled and was forced into the body of her attacker. She was flung
around, finally peering into the face of the man who had her. "What the hell
is this," she screamed.
*****
"It's too early in the morning to deal with this," Britney said as she
kept her dark sunglasses tightly over her eyes.
"Come on Britney, you have to be nice," Kevin said with a smile.
"Oh, I'll be nice," Britney said quickly. "Aren't I always? I'm a very
pleasant person to be around. Aren't I AJ," she snapped.
"The best," AJ replied sarcastically. He added a laugh and gave her a
quick kiss on the cheek. "You know I love you."
"So, when is this limo getting here," Justin asked impatiently. "It's
getting cold out here."
"Oh come on. You know you're just dying to see her again," Nick said
teasingly.
"And what does that mean," Justin asked, laughing slightly.
"Well, except for the rumors of you and Britney, the rumors of you and
Christina are the next most popular," Nick replied.
"Yea right," Justin said with a laugh. "Maybe if I wasn't gay, or if I
found her even remotely attractive, or maybe if we were the last two people
on earth...no, even then I'd demand a recount."
"Be quiet, I think this is the limo," Kevin said.
A long black limosine sped towards the curb where the boys and Britney
were standing. Devon stood close to Britney, one hand on her shoulder.
"Down girl," he said with a grin.
The chauffeur stepped out and walked speedily to the rear door. He
opened it carefully and extended his arm.
Another arm, draped in pink velvet could be seen as it extended out of
the door. One foot came out, then the other, each covered in leopard print
boots. Britney groaned as she saw the first site of the bleach blond hair.
"Devon, get me some drugs...pronto."
Christina bounced out the limo, the personification of energy. She
looked over everyone quickly and giggled happily. "I'm here," she said, a
huge smile across her face as she flung her arms to the sides.
"I've died and gone to hell," Britney said under her breath
Devon nudged her quickly and ushered her more towards the curb where the
limo was. "Now, we have to make nice." They stood together and watched as
Christina hugged each member of the Backstreet Boys and N'Sync. Finally she
turned to Britney.
"It's been quite some time," she said with a grin.
"We did see each other at a party a couple of months ago," Britney
reminded her. Christina rolled her eyes and laughed.
"I know that! I was just making small talk." She looked up and noticed
Devon, a smile growing on her face. "And who are you?"
"My name's Devon," he replied warmly.
"Oh, and what do you do," she asked flirtatiously.
Devon gave her an odd look. "I choreograph. You're new one actually."
"Oh," Christina replied looking uninterested. "Could you grab my bags
for me then? Thanks hun." She patted his cheek and brushed by him quickly,
leaving him utterly speechless.
"So, now how do we feel about her," Britney asked gloatingly.
"Since when does chroreographer mean bell boy," he asked, still stunned.
Then he grinned. "Well, she wanted me to grab her bags. Where's the nearest
pawn shop?"
Britney laughed loudly. "You wouldn't," she gasped.
"How much do you think I could get for some authentic Christina Aguilera
merchandise?" He grabbed one of the suitcases and started up the block.
"You can be such a bitch," Britney laughed out at him. Devon turned and
shrugged, giving her a bright smile.
"Hey, don't mess with a gay guy. Especially a dancer. We'll out bitch
your bunch any day of the week." He paused and stared at her. "You coming
or what?"
"Oh I wouldn't miss this for the world," Britney said, bounding after him.
"Lance, where are your boyfriend and my girlfriend running off to," AJ
asked as he saw the two of them running down the street.
"To sell Christina's clothes," Lance replied flatly.
"Oh," AJ replied. "So should we go tell her her luggage got 'lost'?"
"Nah," Lance replied with a smile. "She'll figure it out eventually."
*****
"Christina, this is where you're set is going to be," Fatima called from
the foot of the stage. "Did Devon teach your dancers all the combinations?"
"He sure did," Christina said with a grin. "We're ready when you are."
"OK then," Fatima called. "Start the music!"
"I feel like I've been locked up tight-"
"Not again," Nick said from offstage. "I have heard that song too much."
"Well, get used to it," Justin replied with a grin. "Cause you'll be
hearing it at least five times a day for the next few months."
"Gee, you always know how to make me feel better," Nick replied with a
laugh. He paused a moment and examined Justin carefully. "Now Justin, I
know this is going to sound really bad," Nick said, a slight grimace on his
face. "But you look like crap. Are you feeling alright?"
"Not really," Justin said as he leaned back against the wall. "I've
never been hung over before, remember. I've never even been drunk like that
before."
"Well, Fatima isn't going to be using you for a while. Why don't you
head back to one of the dressing rooms and lay down or something. Maybe
you'll feel better after a little nap."
"Maybe," Justin said. "Would you come back when you're done," he asked
with a shy grin.
"Wouldn't miss it," Nick replied.
Justin gave him a quick kiss on the lips before starting down the hall.
His head was pounding by the time he reached one of the dressing rooms. He
rubbed his left temple with one hand as he turned the knob and entered the
darkened room. He saw the long couch and yawned loudly, stretching. He
walked over and lay down, sprawling the entire length of his body over the
soft cushions. He shut his eyes and allowed sleep to wash over his body.
He was in a building. It had long ago been deserted and now lay with
windows boarded up. The floor creaked with age and cob webs covered
everything. Justin walked through slowly, a flashlight his only source of
light. He looked around nervously, not sure what he was searching for.
"Hello," he said quietly.
The echo of his own voice was his only response. Justin licked his lips
and looked carefully to each side. Satisfied that no one was there, he
continued on his way.
He passed by door after door, finding each of them locked securely from the
inside. He groaned and began to walk faster, trying doors quicker. There
were now footsteps behind him, very close. Justin took deep breaths and ran
as fast as he could, stopping only occasionally to check another door.
Finally he reached the end of the hall, the last door. He threw a cursory
glance over his shoulder and saw the dark silouette of a man approaching him
rapidly. "Justin," the man called calmly. Justin turned back to the door
and yanked on it, pulling it open. It opened to a staircase which he began
to run up as quickly as he could. He never looked over his shoulder, but he
could hear the click of the mans shoes on the stair case with him. Justin
ran up to the next floor and tried to door. Locked. He continued to run up
the stairs, trying doors as he went. None were open. With a groan he ran
out onto the roof, feeling the cold winter air wash over him. He shivered
and looked around. He saw no one, but saw that the door to the roof remained
open. He ran over to it quickly, slamming it shut. With a sigh he turned
and leaned against it...
...and screamed.
*****
"That was pretty good guys," Fatima said. "But it could be a lot
tighter. Keep that in mind for tonight."
"So are we done for now," Nick asked, ready to fly off the stage.
"Yes, you're done for now," Devon replied with a grin. Nick smiled
widely and ran from the stage.
"He sure is excited about something," Fatima said as she threw Devon an
odd look.
"Young love is a wonderful thing," Devon replied with a twinkle in his
eye.
"You should know," Fatima said as she stood from the stage, watching as
Brian, AJ, Howie and Kevin took Nick's lead and headed into the wings.
"What does that mean," Devon said, laughing.
"Well," Fatima said. "You've been in it enough times to know."
Devon opened his eyes wide for a moment and stared at her. "I have not
been in love very often at all Fatima," he said increduously.
"Well come on Devon, you've been in enough relationships don't you
think," she asked. "Is this thing with Lance any different?"
"It is totally different," Devon said as he headed over to a chair at the
side of the stage. "I've never felt for anyone the way I feel about him."
"Even Gary," Fatima asked, a bit wide-eyed.
Devon stopped at the name and looked up at her. "Don't say that name,"
he said, his voice a mixture of pain, anger and frustration.
"Did you ever see him again," Fatima asked. "After-"
"I said don't say that name," Devon said a bit louder. "I never want to
hear that name again." He stood quickly and walked away from her towards the
dressing area. He paused as he reached one of the wings and half looked over
his shoulder. He shook his head sadly and continued on his way.
"You can't hide forever," Fatima said sadly as she sat in the chair Devon
had been in. She picked up the notebook that he kept his notes on the
choreography in and began to flip through the pages. Towards the back she
saw some choreography that didn't look familiar to her. She examined the
steps carefully and began to breath heavily as she imagined how they would
look in her mind. "This is beautiful," she said to herself.
*****
Nick was halfway to the dressing room Justin was in when he heard the
scream. He took off in a flash and sprinted the rest of the way to the
dressing room. When he got there, he saw Justin on the couch, curled up in a
ball, apparently still asleep. Nick stopped at the doorway and looked
inside. "What happened," he asked himself as he crept quietly in. He knelt
down next to the couch and began to stroke Justin's hair and face. "Just a
bad dream maybe," he said lowly. He put his face next to Justin's and sighed
heavily. He watched as Justin stirred a little, his eyes opening slowly. As
soon as Justin saw Nick there, he jumped slightly, but settled back down.
"Hi there," he said in a sleep voice.
"Hey yourself," Nick replied. "Are you alright?"
"Yea, why wouldn't I be," Justin asked, a little surprised at the
question.
"Well, I was walking down the hallway," Nick said. "About halfway here I
heard you scream and I ran the rest of the way. Were you having a nightmare?"
Justin thought a moment. "I don't remember," he said. He shrugged his
shoulders and sighed as he sat up. He grabbed a hold of Nick's arm and
pulled him onto the couch. "Thank you for worrying though."
"Of course I'm going to worry," Nick said with a laugh. "What would I do
without you?"
Justin thought for a moment. "Probably live alone on a mountain and
write poems to your cat." He smiled widely as he felt Nick slap his arm
playfully.
"This must be why I love you," Nick said laughing as he pulled Justin
into a hug.
Nick rubbed his hands up and down Justin's back, inhaling deeply. "You
always smell so nice," Nick said with a smile. Justin said nothing. Nick
shrugged and hugged him tighter. He could feel a weak tremble throughout his
body. "Justin why are you shaking," he asked concerned. Again there was no
answer. "Justin?" Nick pulled back and looked at Justin.
Justin eyes were wide open as he stared ahead of him and down at the
floor. His jaw was dropped slightly as his body shook. Nick looked at his
eyes and tried to follow them to what they were staring at. "What's wrong
with you," he asked, a little fear now rising in his voice.
Justin stood slowly and walked over to a sheet of paper that lay on the
floor. He grabbed it in his hands and brought it close to his face. "What
the hell is this," he said paniced. Nick stood quickly from the couch and
walked over to where Justin was. He took the paper out of Justin's now limp
hands and read it over.
"Oh my god," he said in a hoarse whisper.
Justin...Justin...Justin...Justin...over and over again the name appeared
hundreds of times on the page, exactly as the ones from Robert had been.
Nick looked up at Justin and saw him shaking harder. He slowly lowered
Justin down to the floor and put one arm around him. "It's alright Justin,"
he said soothingly. "It's just a joke. One of the guys is being an asshole
or something."
"They wouldn't do that," Justin said, devoid of all emotion.
Nick stared back at the paper. "Justin, this isn't Robert. He's dead,"
Nick replied. "No one can hurt you. I'm telling you, one of the guys
thought it would be funny. That's all."
"That's not all," Justin replied, looking down at the floor. "He's
alive," he said slowly. "Robert is alive."
*****
Leigh Anne jumped back and released her grip on the knife. "What the
hell are you doing here," she yelled.
"Why are you trying to kill me," Bill yelled back as he dropped the knife
onto the bed.
"Why wouldn't I try to kill you! You could've been an insane lunatic or
something! " Leigh Anne screamed. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you," he said a little sheepishly.
"Well that's very sweet," she said, ironically with a harsh tone to her
voice.
"Yea well," he said with a grin. "They also need you on the set of that
movie ya know! Where were you?"
"Personal emergency," she said as her fists unclenched.
"Well, just keep in mind that you are under contract. The studio doesn't
want any more "emergencies" coming up." He examined her face and saw it
soften. He sighed and ran his hand through his dark brown hair. "I'm sorry
I was so harsh, but they've been breathing down my neck too. I guess I let
it get to me."
"You're only doing your job," she said sadly.
"No, my job is to help you, not yell at you." He pulled her into a short
embrace. After a moment she pulled back and cleared her throat.
"I think I just want to be alone right now," she said as she stared down
at the floor. She could hear a sigh and a light fall of footsteps on the
plush carpeting.
"You have to be at the studio tomorrow at 7 am. Don't be late." With
that he was gone.
Leigh Anne groaned and picked up the knife from the bed, laughing at her
nerves. "You're getting far too jumpy. Just keep your cool and forget
about...Brian."
*****
"Justin what are you talking about," Nick asked as he tried to look at
Justin's face. "Robert is dead. He died in the hospital."
"No, he's not dead," Justin said, shaking his head from side to side
quickly. "None of the guys would do this. It has to be him." He brought
his head down to Nick's shoulder and rested it there, shaking slightly, but
not crying. Nick simply ran his hands up and down Justin's back, trying to
calm him down."
The door to the room opened and in walked JC. He glanced at the two of
them and walked over to Justin quickly. "Are you ok Curly?"
Nick put one hand on JC's shoulder and pointed down to where the paper
had fallen on the floor. JC, confused, picked it up tentatively. He glanced
at one side, then the back and looked back up at Nick. "What the hell is
this?"
"I was hoping you would know," Nick replied, still hugging Justin tightly.
"Why would I know," JC asked, a bit defensively.
Nick back up a bit. "I'm not implying that you did this. I was just
thinking that maybe one of the guys was trying to be funny."
JC shook his head slowly as he re-examined the paper. "They'd have to be
pretty fucked up to do that."
"What are you guys doing in here," a voice from behind them said.
The boys spun around quickly to face one angry genie. "We didn't know
the room was occupied," JC said quickly.
"Yea, that's because all of my luggage disappeared somehow." Christina
glanced around quickly and walked over to the vanity. A pink binder lay open
on top of it. "Were you guys looking in my journal," she asked a bit paniced.
"Your journal," Nick said, a bit surprised.
"Yes," Christina replied. "This pink binder!" Nick released Justin
and walked over to the binder. "Don't read it," Christina yelled at him.
"I have no interest in reading it," he said with a slight laugh. He took
the paper from JC and walked over to the vanity. "I think this belongs in
there," he said with a smile.
Justin's head popped up quickly. Christina instantly turned bright red
and turned her face away. "You wrote that?"
"Will you people just get out of my room," she cried out as she flung her
arm towards the door. They went running, stopping in the hallway to smile to
themselves.
"See, Robert isn't after you," Nick said with a grin.
"Yea, but it seems there's something worse," JC said. "Christina is!"
*****
Justin sat in the dressing room, adjusting some of the make up that had
just been applied. His hair was gelled neatly in place so as not to move too
much during the show. He could feel the sweat slowly forming on his brow as
he sat in the too-hot costume. With a sigh he pulled a Kleenex from it's box
and wiped it across his fore head, removing any excess mositure.
"Hey there sexy," Nick said in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of
black leather pants and a tight fitting black t-shirt. "Aren't you guys hot
in those costumes?"
"It's like a furnace," Justin replied, adjusting the collar to his silver
jump suit. Nick grinned and walked behind him, slipping his hands down the
front of his shirt, lowering the zipper as his hands slid down Justin's
torso.
"Feel any better," he asked as Justin leaned his head far back and
nodded. Nick grinned devilishly and lowered himself so that he was level
with Justin's chair. "Do you think anyone would notice if I made love to you
right here right now?"
Justin looked from side to side and shrugged. "Let em watch," he said
with a smile.
"You little exhibitionist you," Nick laughed out. He lowered the zipper
to the jump suit all the way and began to kiss his way down Justin's chest
and abs. He licked around each nipple as Justin moaned in pleasure. Soon,
Nick straddled Justin's lap and began to move slowly from side to side.
Justin threw his head back in ecstasy and licked his lips. Nick moved his
head to meet Justin's and let a small moan escape form his lips as their lips
met. He slipped his tongue inside Justin's mouth and placed one hand behind
his neck. He continued his slow rhythmic movement, feeling Justin's hard
member beneath him. He rubbed one hand up and down Justin's torso as he
continued the kiss.
He pulled away slowly and lowered himself to Justin's feet. Justin gave
him a funny look, but then groaned as he felt the zipper to the pants he was
wearing being pulled down. Nick stared at the bulge in Justin's boxers for a
moment and smiled. As he kept his eyes on Justin, he lowered his mouth
slowly to Justin's cock. As soon as Justin felt Nick's lips connect he
grabbed the arms of the chair to steady himself. Nick slowly lowered himself
down the entire length of Justin's cock. He gagged slightly for a moment,
but soon adjusted to Justin's size. He began to slide back up, licking the
shaft as he went. Justin's breath increased in intensity as he felt Nick on
him. Nick wrapped one arm around Justin's cock and slowly jacked him off and
he continued to lick around the head. Justin could feel himself getting
closer. He placed one hand behind Nick's head and slowly lowered him back
down the length of his cock, moaning as Nick's lips crept lower and lower.
Nick bobbed up and down quickly and within moments, Justin's head flew back
as he came inside Nick's mouth. Nick swallowed heavily and slowly licked his
way back up Justin's length. He brought his lips to Justin's cheek and
kissed him lightly. "Feeling better?"
"Oh yea," Justin panted as he felt Nick zipper his pants back up again.
"But did it get hotter in here?"
Nick laughed and kissed him again. "I didn't even mess up your make-up,"
he said with a grin.
"Good thing," Justin replied. "Vicky would have killed you if she had to
do it over again."
"Yea and how would we have explained that one. Let's see...I messed up
my make-up making out with my boyfriend Nick Carter right before he went down
on me. What a stallion!"
"Stallion," Justin questioned with a grin.
"It fits, doesn't it," Nick replied with a laugh.
"Whatever you say Mr. Ed," Justin replied. He kissed Nick quickly on the
forehead and then stood, zipping up his shirt as he went. "Time for
warm-ups." He threw Nick a seductive look and licked his lips. "And you
just wait until after the show," he said with a grin. Nick groaned and
adjusted his hardened member. Justin laughed and then ran out of the room.
"What a crazy guy," Nick laughed to himself as he watched Justin leave
the room. He collapsed back in the chair and looked at his reflection.
"Time for a haircut," he said with a laugh.
"Mr. Timberlake," one of the stage hands said as he peeked his head into
the room.
"No Chris, it's Nick. What can I help you with," Nick said as he stood
up.
"Well actually, these were just delivered for Justin," the teenaged boy
said as he handed Nick a dozen red roses.
"For Justin," Nick said, a bit surprised.
"Yep. I was told to leave them in his dressing room."
"Well, I'll make sure he gets them," Nick said with a grin. He watched
Chris leave and placed the flowers down on the vanity. "Now who are you
from," he asked the red petals. He looked from side to side and then slowly
reached for the card. "Maybe I shouldn't...Justin might get angry." He
glanced at the door and then let out a loud sigh. "But then again..." He
removed the card from its envelope and held it up to his face so he could see
it. He examined the scribbled letters and with a low gasp let the card slip
silently from his hand. "What?"
*****
"Devon, I don't know how you did it, but Christina's dancers look great
out there. How'd you teach them all that new choreography so quickly,"
Fatima asked as she watched the set from the wings.
"Turned on bitch mode," he replied with a laugh. "You will do what I
say, when I say it and you will not question me." He grinned at Fatima.
"Just the way you like it!"
"You know it," she replied with a laugh. She gave him a look and then
glanced down at her feet. "I saw that notebook."
"Which one," Devon asked, a bit surprised.
"The one with the dances you're working on in it," she replied without
ever looking up. "The dance at the end is beautiful. But what is it for?"
Devon looked down at the floor and sighed. "Just something I've been
working on. A ballet of sorts."
Fatima nodded and smiled. "Well it looks beautiful so far. Why were you
keeping it a secret?"
"I wasn't really trying to keep it a secret. It was more of a why bother
mentioning it thing, ya know?"
"I gotcha," Fatima replied. She looked around and saw Nick walking
towards her. "Nick I need to talk to you a minute."
Nick stopped and looked at her, giving her a look as if he didn't
recognize who she was. He shook his head and walked over to her.
"You looked a little out of it during the show. Did you forget the steps
or something," Fatima asked.
Nick shook his head and stared down at his feet. "And didn't you miss a
couple of parts with the singing. I noticed AJ jumping in for you a couple
of times."
"Yea I was out of it," he replied as he stared at the floor.
Devon looked over at Fatima. She shook her head and looked doubtful.
Devon bent over so that he could see Nick's downward face. "What's wrong
Nick," he asked compassionately.
"Nothing's wrong. I told you I was just out of it."
"Well I'm not buying it," Devon said. "Did you and Justin have a fight?"
Nick swallowed hard and shook slightly. Devon put his arm around him and
gave him a half hug. "Everyone gets into fights. I'm sure everything-"
"We didn't have a fight," Nick cried out suddenly.
Devon jumped a bit and recoiled, staring at Nick. "What is it then?"
Nick shook quietly and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small
white rectangular card and handed it to Fatima. Devon moved to her side so
that he could read it too.
"Nick, where did you get this," Fatima asked, a paniced tone to her voice.
"Someone sent Justin a bouquet of roses. That card was with it," Nick
replied slowly.
"I don't get it," Devon said. "Someone sent Justin some flowers and
wrote Justin's name like a hundred times over and over on the card. What's
wrong..."
His voice trailed off as he remembered the scene in Kevin's room. "You
don't think..."
"Turn it over," Nick said hopelessly.
Fatima did as she was told and gasped.
"You can't get rid of me that easily..."
*****
Well, there you have it. So I guess I posed more questions than answers
in this one. Sorry! So, is Robert alive or not? Can Britney get along with
Christina, or do I see a cat fight in the near future? Who's Gary? Well,
I'll let you think about those. If you wanna send me some mail, send it to
Mike at BrwyMilo@aol.com. Thanks for reading.