Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 20:04:43 +0000
From: James
Subject: Boy Bands - On the streets - Part 9

	Firstly, I want to say I do not know nor do I make any presumptions about
the sexuality of the Backstreet Boys nor any other celebrities who may
appear in this story. This story is entirely the product of the sick
imagination of the author.

	Secondly, you should know that I am English, I live in London, and that is
where at least the first couple of chapters are set, sorry, but it's the
only city I really know well enough to describe in great detail!!!

	There's also a couple of things I'd like to say to any authors out there,
read a couple of stories like Forever, Josh and Just, My New Life, Brian and
Justin, and there's probably a few others I can't think of, but they are
great stories, especially Forever (but I advise you not to read Equilibrium
- it's a bit too depressing for my liking, and it hasn't been finished which
is really annoying), it is a really beautiful story and addresses so many
emotions it's incredible - trust me, it is the Holy Grail of the Nifty
author.

	Oh yeah, I'd also like to thank Jimmy for writing to me so much about this
story, I pray that his back surgery goes ok, and keep on searching I'm sure
you'll find him.

On The Streets - Part 9

	Amazingly enough we didn't get spotted at Liverpool Street, we went down
the escalators and hopped onto the first circle line train. [Authors note:
For a copy of the London Underground map, you can see it on
www.allzones.com] It headed off towards King's Cross and we were almost
there in about 10 minutes.

	"Hey A.J.," I got his attention. "If you ever want to go to a really great
club, you could try this stop." We pulled into Farringdon. "There's a club
called Fabric here which rocks!" A.J. smiled and sat back in the seat.

	"You shouldn't have done that." Kevin whispered in my ear. I looked up at
him confused. "He'll want you to take him." I smiled up at him and nodded. I
wasn't too bothered by that - I loved the place. I had the feeling that if
anything A.J. would be a bit overwhelmed - you know those platforms in clubs
that people dance on? Fabric is like one huge platform - everyone's there to
show off and everyone is there to see who can have the best time, consuming
alcohol like its mother's milk and drugs like aspirin.

	"Yeah, sure, I'll have to take him some time." Kevin looked shocked for a
moment and then just shrugged. It was only about 10:15 by now as we pulled
into King's Cross. Now, a long walk to the Piccadilly Line. Suddenly I felt
a hand on my shoulder. I spun around and it was Tim. Tim was one of my best
friends. While I had been a loner on the streets, Tim was always there to
give me a hand. He didn't seem to get depressed and he made a bit more money
than me by busking on the underground. He could really play anything, but he
played the violin today. There's nothing like hearing a violin down the
London Underground - the sound echoes down all the halls. The only way to
not hear the sound is if you get close enough to one of the other 'busking
spots' that you can no longer hear it. He had a skateboard tucked between
his legs. He saw me eyeing it and he smiled at me.

	"Just leave it with Jeremy will you? He's down by the Piccadilly Line, so
you'll see him, he's playing his trumpet." I nodded and grabbed the
skateboard.

	"Anyone want to join me." I was surprised at Nick - I thought he was the
big kid in the group. Instead Kevin joined me, and I will tell you it was
not funny two men of our size trying to skateboard together, and I don't
care how graceful he was, he was not a good skateboarder. But the tunnels on
the Underground are so long and smooth that it's hard not to stay upright.
As we went around corners we even went up the sides of the tunnels a bit.
Kevin was almost screaming in my ear - he was loving it. When we saw the
sign for Piccadilly Line we stopped and I handed over the skateboard. Jeremy
seemed shocked to see me, but I wasn't gonna explain why I had this gorgeous
guy holding on to me on the back of a skateboard now was I? the other guys
eventually caught up with us and we waited on the Piccadilly platform for
about 3 minutes before a southbound train came along. We got off at Covent
Garden. I had picked up a few tricks here when I first got started, but
being the cultural and shopping centre that it is, most of the people were
here for a reason, not looking for a quick blowjob like the people who
wander around in Piccadilly.

	I had agreed with the guards in the lobby that we could split up into twos
- A.J. and Howie, Nick and Brian and me and Kevin. Each group would have two
guards except ours of course which would only have one. We started splitting
up, but then I noticed Kevin was hanging back and talking with Mark. I
looked confused for a second then I saw Mark join A.J. and Howie and Kevin
came running towards me. "Why has Mark gone with them? You don't have a
bodyguard now!"

	"A.J. is spotted more easily than the rest of us, he needs more protection,
and besides I'm hardly ever spotted at all - as far as most of our fans are
concerned, I'm almost retirement age!" I looked at him sceptically.

	"So, where did you want to go, it's only 10:20, we can go wherever you
want."

	"How about we just walk around a bit first and we'll see what's around?" I
nodded and we headed off down the hill from Covent Garden tube station.
Being a weekday and not particularly close to a holiday, the only people out
en masse were rich housewives, though there were a few men thrown in. I
noticed people eyeing up both me and Kevin and I knew that if he hadn't been
there I could have picked up either male or female and got £100 off of them
at least. We turned the corner and walked along a colonnaded section of
walkway. It was quite warm, so Kevin was only in short sleeves, and then he
saw something that caught his eye - the Covent Garden Opera House. Now I
knew this place was world famous, I just didn't think Kevin would know about
it - I guess the classical/pop mix just didn't go over in my head. I turned
to him with a confused expression on my face. He just laughed at me and
dragged me in through the glass revolving doors. He went up to the counter
and bought tickets for Purcell's Dido and Aeneas - I was surprised, he said
he wanted British culture and he goes right for the British composer. He
obviously knew about this stuff. I had never even been in this place before,
and frankly, it gave me the creeps! We entered the first auditorium and
there was already music playing. Have you ever noticed that when you enter
the cinema or a theatre late you always feel like every single person in the
place is watching you if you've been incredibly quiet and you know for a
fact that no-one has even noticed you. Kevin and I were sat next to each
other about 20 rows from the front. They were good seats - close enough to
listen calmly, but not too close so that you get blasted away by the
singers' voices. All in all, the music wasn't that bad. Typical classical
music - quite relaxing with its moments of sheer madness and it has certain
parts of its melodies which wouldn't be out of place in a modern pop song. I
couldn't really see Kevin's face through the curtains of hair which now hung
down on either side, but if I sat forward enough I could just see into his
eyes without him noticing. There was a film of water over them, I could see
that he loved this music. I knew the story - I read the Aeneid when I was at
University, but I didn't even know until today that it had been set to
music. About halfway through I could see Kevin's hand shaking slightly - he
really liked this music. I leant over and whispered in his ear.

	"What's the matter Kev?" He turned to look at me and I could see a few
tears running down his face. I reached up and wiped them away.

	"Nothing, it's just I always get a bit emotional when I hear such great
music." He turned back to the front and I sat there with my mouth open - I
had never seen someone who was so struck by a piece of music. I reached over
and grabbed his trembling hand in mine and I moved his hand and mine to the
armrest where I interlocked our fingers. He squeezed back thankfully and
continued to watch the show on stage.


	At the end of the performance, I stood to leave with the other patrons, but
Kevin held me down for a moment. "I need to go to the bathroom - I can't let
the guys see me like this, we've only got 10 minutes before we have to meet
them for lunch." I nodded and once the majority of people had left we went
out a side door and made our way to the closest toilets. Kevin and I went in
and went to the bank of wash basins on one side. Kevin washed his face and I
got him some tissues. After a couple of minutes we were done and he looked
his normal self. "Thank you Jared, for bringing us here, I really enjoyed it
and I want to pay you back somehow."

	"You don't need to Kevin. You arranged for me to get a job, you've done
enough already." I pulled him out the opera house and we walked back up the
hill to the tube station. The other guys were already waiting for us there.
A.J. had apparently been caught - he was surrounded by 10 or 15 girls, and
the bodyguards were having fits trying to make sure the other guys weren't
noticed and keeping an eye on A.J.. I saw the problem and went over to the
group of girls and started whispering into their ears, and one by one they
peeled off from the group, sometimes taking one or two friends with them.
Eventually A.J. was left with one girl who get her pad signed and then,
noticing she was all alone, ran off after her friends. Mark came up behind
me.

	"How the hell did you do that man? It would have taken us time to get rid
of them, and probably some force, what did you whisper to them?" I just
smiled back and walked into the station. The others all followed me and we
climbed onto the next train along the Piccadilly line southbound. We headed
towards Green Park. When we pulled into the station, I turned to Kevin and
said to him: "Do you know why Green Park is called Green Park?" He shook his
head. I pointed out a notice board on the wall and told him to read it.
After a minute or so, he finished and he looked disgusted, I should have
really mentioned that it's called Green Park because it's so green, I also
didn't mention that it was so green because right underneath is a huge
plague pit where the dead from the 1665 breakout were all buried in a mass
grave with an estimated 18,000 dead under there. [to put that in
perspective, there were 26,000 dead at the battle of Gettysburg, not that
different is it considering that Green Park is only one of the plague pits
in London!] I laughed at Kevin's expression. We changed lines to the Jubilee
line and went up to Swiss Cottage. Once there I offered them a choice - pick
a country and you can have the cuisine from that country. You see, the name
is a bit deceptive - Swiss Cottage probably has every country's cuisine in
some form or another. Howie tried to be smart, so he shouted out German. I
pointed him across the street and told his bodyguard where it was. They
went. A.J. tried to be a bit smarter so he shouted out Japanese. I smirked
and Kevin also sniggered which I thought must have made A.J. feel really
stupid - we were standing outside a Japanese restaurant. Brian said Italian
- careful Brian don't strain yourself. He was pointed to a nice little
Italian place round the corner. Then Nick, who had been in deep
contemplation for the last few minutes said Mongolian - trust him to be
different. I took him there myself. He was a little shocked at first, but he
buttoned up and walked in. I knew the hostess there, and walked in with
Nick. Kevin said that he didn't want Mongolian, but I told him I was just
going to talk to the hostess.

	"Hey Kwana," she greeted me back. "You know the guy who just walked in,
well could you make sure you don't give him anything too hot, too spicy or
anything that's likely to burn him because he's a singer?" She nodded
vigorously and went to join Nick at his table. Nick's bodyguard and another
one, presumably Kevin's joined him at the table. I walked out and joined
Kevin again. "So, Kevin, what do you want for lunch?"

	"You." I blushed a deep crimson. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter.
"Hey, come on, I was kidding, don't worry!" He smirked. I liked it when he
grinned like that. "I'd love to have whatever you want." I smiled back at
him and we turned the corner once, twice, three times. We walked into a
little side entrance into a kitchen of a restaurant. Kevin quickly grabbed
my arm. "Are you sure we're supposed to be in here?" I smiled again and
quickly went up to a chef and spoke to him in whispered tones. He nodded
back to me and we walked into the restaurant proper. I could see Kevin
visibly relax: the place was not only dark, but there was almost nobody in
here. We sat down at a table for two. "Are you going to tell me what you
whispered to those girls." I smiled back at him and started to answer:

	"You noticed how that group of girls were the only ones of that age that we
saw today? It's because it's a school day." Kevin nodded. "Well, there's
only school nearby and I just told them that if they didn't fuck off then
I'd tell their headmistress that they were skipping school and they'd be in
shit. I knew their headmistress from when I was teaching." Kevin snickered
slightly and shook his head.

	"You really told them to fuck off? In those words?"

	"Yeah, they're from North London, it's where I grew up, they have foul
mouths on them." I smiled back at him, slightly pathetically I thought, but
Kevin just nodded and turned back to me again.

	"What is this place?"

	I smiled and answered "Egyptian cuisine." He smiled back.

	"Well, I would have preferred something English!"

	"The most popular dish over here is curry."

	"You're kidding?"

	"Nope, the most commonly eaten dish in England is Curry." I laughed a bit
at that. He joined in.

	Our food arrived a minute or two later, and Kevin ate it quicker even than
he ate breakfast. "That was good. I'll have to try this again sometime!" I
smiled at him again. I was glad he was having a good day. Suddenly Kevin's
phone started ringing. He answered it and with hushed tones I heard him ask
who it was. It was Brian wanting to know where we were - he had finished and
he and Nick had met up and were waiting for us. We got up and started to
walk out. Kevin pointed out that we hadn't paid yet. So, as we left, I told
Kevin to turn around. There, standing at the front of the restaurant was the
owner's son - a close associate of mine. Kevin looked at him and gulped. I
have to admit that Ashepo was hot - he stood about 5'8", but he had a body
to die for, biceps the size of my thigh, tight white tshirt and slim waist.
He had a great ass too.

	Kevin shook his head, almost sadly, then walked out. I walked out after
him. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him for just dismissing my previous
job, or whether I should just admit that my life up until now had been
pretty shit. I walked just behind him back to the tube station where the
other guys had now gathered.

	"Everyone enjoy their lunches?" There were murmurs of agreement, even from
the bodyguards who I presumed had joined their charges in their meals and we
boarded the tube. We made our way back to the hotel and I wasn't sure still
how to feel about Kevin and how he shook his head at the restaurant, but I
chose to think about it later. I was pretty tired and it was only 3:00 - I
could do with a nap!

***

	I woke up about 4:30 to find myself in an empty bed. Kevin's clothes were
gone and when I stumbled out the bedroom, it appeared that there was no-one
home. I finally walked into the living room and on the table was a note from
Kevin.

	--- Gone to the interview, sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up, but
we were running late and I didn't have the heart to wake you. We should be
back by 5:30, hope you are ok, speak to you soon.
Love, Kevin ---

	I went back to bed. It would have been nice if he was there when I had
woken up. Hold on! What am I talking about:

	I am a prostitute. This guy picks me up off the street 5 days ago, we fuck
and then I leave. He calls me again we fuck then we agree that I'll pretend
to be his boyfriend because his friends catch us, and it goes on like this
for most of the day. At the end of the day his friends find out about us,
but Kevin manages to explain my situation and even starts to think about
offering me a job. Hold on what the hell? Why the hell should he think that
the job he can offer me is any better than the one I've already got? Why
should I be a towel monkey for these 5? Then he arranges for the job and I
agree! Why the hell did I do that? I'm still a prostitute! I agreed to work
for Kevin until Saturday - it's only Thursday today, so I'm still working
for him. I've got to stop letting how I feel about this guy muddle up with
how I work. But then again, maybe he thinks I'm no longer working for him as
I accepted the job. Man there are so many things I need to think about, and
to ask Kevin about. I hope he understands, hold on why should I care,
because I want him, why, because he's intelligent, and handsome and talented
and he thinks the same about me. That's it, he respects me. But he still
shook his head about my job. Maybe he doesn't respect me - why the hell not?
What I was doing before was honest work! I was getting paid to do something
- it's more than I can say for him, he dances around on stage for a dew
hours a week and gets paid thousands for it. I shouldn't think like that. I
know I only resent him cos I wish I had that kinda money. I've got to talk
to Kevin, soon...

To Be Continued...
End of Part 9
Once Again, a short chapter, and I am really sorry, but today (24th) has
been really hectic, and I've tried to write more, but I just can't think of
what to write with everything that's going on. I hope you guys out there can
forgive me. Oh yeah, feeling a bit emotional today too. Guess it's seeing
all my family. I still have trouble talking to them about girlfriends - does
anyone else have any tips on how to get out of that conversation? Anyway,
being like the youngest member of my family I get to act like the big kid
tomorrow, so I'm gonna be bouncing around asking everyone for presents (just
kidding!) and seeing if I can stuff my gob with the most food. I hope
everyone has a real good Christmas this year, and I hope Jimmy is doing ok
in hospital after his back surgery. I hope he has fun reading this when he
gets out - email me Jimmy! But most of all I just want to let everyone know
that since I started writing on the Nifty Archive, I've felt a lot better
about myself and I would recommend it to anyone who is not feeling too good
about who they are. It's very therapeutic and can make you feel really good
to get things out and to tell other people a story that they enjoy. And what
harm can opening up your email inbox and finding a dozen messages from
people you don't know who are saying they love you do??