Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1999 12:07:34 EST
From: SkiFree0300@aol.com
Subject: Celebrity, Boy-Bands, To Be Loved By Fame, Chapter 2

OK, here it is.  The second installment of To Be Loved By Fame. I'll try to
get a little sex into it this time, but I just had to get the characters
set up first.  Sorry, but this ismy first attempt at writing, so go
easy. . . and enjoy.  One last reminder, NICK CARTER IS THE HOTTEST GUY ON
THE EARTH!!!!

This story is a complete work of fiction, and in no way does it suggest
that any of the Backstreet Boys are gay.  I guess it's more of a wish.  If
you're under 18, leave now and don't read it.  It's pretty simple.  Well,
here it is. . .

		      TO BE LOVED BY FAME (Chapter 2)

I looked at Nick for awhile, trying to sort out what had just happened.
Suddenly, the realization that my teen idol had just kissed my on the lips
hit me full force, and I sat down hard in the middle of the hospital room.

"D-Dev?" Nick said, looking like he was about to cry.

"H-Huh," I said

"U-Uhm, I think I'll go now," he said, moving toward the door.

"Y-yeah," was all I could manage.

Nick teared up, and then he grabbed his bag and left the room.  I thought
about what happened, and just started to cry.  How had I let him leave
without telling him how I felt?

"DEVON MICHAEL ANDERSON TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING IMMEDIATELY," Sheri's
voice came screeching from the cell phone.

"Um, Sher, Nick kissed me, and then he left.  I have to go chase him, I
think, I mean, he believes I'm rejecting him," I said quickly.

"OK Dev, hope you get him back," she said.

"OK Sheri, gotta jet, I'll call ya later for an update."  I jammed my cell
phone into my pocket, grabbed my bag, and dashed out the door.  I looked
around and couldn't find any sign of Nick.  I ran down the hall, in time to
see Nick disappear into an elevator, so I dashed down the stairs trying to
catch him before he could run out.  I breathlessly reached the bottom of
the stairs, and waited in front of the elevator.  The doors opened, and
Nick walked out.

"Look Nick, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have reacted like that, it's just that,
well, I was stunned and I should have said something OK," I said in one
breath.

"Dev, I was so scared that you hated me.  I thought you were gonna tell the
whole world, and that would so ruin my career, but I guess that pause just
told me you didn't want me around," Nick said, tears starting to pop out on
his cheeks.

I pulled Nick out of the elevator, and kissed him on the mouth in the
middle of the hospital lobby.  After starting to attract glances from
passing people, we moved out.

"Dev, my limo's outside.  Let's catch a ride to San Fran, and you can come
listen to my concert," he said.

"That sounds great Nick, uhm, I have a question for you though before we
go," I said nervously.

"Anything for you Dev," he said, giving me his melt-your-heart grin.  God
did I love his lips.  I wanted to kiss them forever.

"Well, I guess it's that, well, after that kiss and everything, where does
the leave us?  I guess what I meant was, can I call you my b- ," I
stuttered, unable to make the words come out.

"Boyfriend?  Sure," he said looking at me with a sexy grin.

I blushed at him.

"Damn Dev, you're sooo sexy when you blush.  Cumon, let's go," he said and
dragged me out toward the limo.

  (The concert in San Fransisco)

I couldn't believe my luck.  Nick had switched my 7th row tickets for first
row center tickets.

"Hey babe, I have a surprise for you, but you don't get to know about it
until during the concert," Nick said to me.

"God Nick, you're such a tease," I said as he walked up stage.

The commentators voice boomed out across the concert hall.  "Welcome to
Sanfransisco Backstreet Boys fans.  Before we start the concer, I would
like to bring out Nick Carter to say some things, so without further ado,
Nick Carter!"

"Hey Fans.  How is everyone today," Nick said.  The hall was instantly on
its feet screaming.  "Well, contrary to the Enquirer, I have not died in a
plane crash, as was thought earlier, and I would like to thank the person
who made it possible for me to be here today.  I would like to present
Devon Michael Anderson, who rescued me by taking me to a hospital before I
bled to death.

"OMG.  What, is he talking about me?" I gasped as I rose in my seat to walk
up to the stage.

With weak knees, I staggered up to the stage.  The lights were so bright,
and sweat started to dribble down my chin.  I was so nervous, being up on
stage in front of a few thousand odd fans.

The commentators voice boomed out across the packed concert hall.  :If
Mr. Anderson hadn't been here today, Mr. Carter couldn't perform for all of
you, so here he is to tell you all about what happened.

"Well, uh, I was flying out here to come to see the Backstreet Boys play
here in San Fran, and we were about to land in Denver, when the plane
started to drop fast.  I guess I passed out while talking on my cell phone
with my best friend Sheri, when the seat in front of me hit me and I passed
out.  This flight attendent and I were some of the only people left alive
on the plane, so we went around trying to place names with the dead bodies.
I found Mr. Carter here, face down with a large gash in his arm, and a case
of internal bleeding.  At first, I didn't know who it was, but I soon found
that out later at the hospital.  I used my shirt to stop the bleeding, and
I guess he's OK now," I said, starting to feel a little weak from the heat
and the screaming fans.

"Ok, well let's all show our appreciation for Dev here," the commentator
said.

The hall was instantly filled with fans on their feet.  I walked back down
to my seat in the first row (thanks to Nick) and slumped down.  By the end
of the concert, I was pretty tired of having people standing up and
screaming all around me, and I really wanted to get back to my hotel room
and drop my stuff off, but the burst of adrenaline from the earlier plane
crash stayed with me.

**Beep Beep Beep**

I checked my caller ID. . . . Sheri.

"Hey Sheri, how are you babe," I said.

"What's up Dev?  You never called me after the crash.  I was sooo worried
that you had a case of internal bleeding or something.  How's Nick.  You
wouldn't believe how mad I was at you when you let him walk out without
even saying anyhing.  Oh, and Oprah called to say she needs you on the set
at 9:00 Am sharp tommorow, so any late-night things need to wait."

"OK, thanks Sher.  I'll be sure not to be late.  Remember what it was like
when I was late for Rosie O'Donnell?  That must have been the most
embarressing thing on the planet," I said.

"So, what's your hotel number?  Can I come over for awhile?" she said
hopefully.

"Sorry Sher, but Nick's coming over, and I'd be reallllly appreciative if
you didn't come join us, but if you insist, we could use a third party," I
said blushing a little.

"Well, as much as I'd like to, I'd better get some sleep, and you should
too.  Don't stay up too late, um, with Nick.  I'll try to call you later,
OK?  Wait, I'll just drop by, um in the afternoon tommorow," she said.

"Sure Sher.  I'll be sure to call, and I'll remember this time, OK?"

"Better buddy, else I'll tell the whole world about your little affair,"
she said venemously.

"OK, well I'll be sure to call you, but I gotta go now.  The concert is
over, and I still have my things in the limo.  ," I said.

"All right, bye sweety," she said sleepily.

"Bye love," I said ending the phone message.

People had started to leave the concert hall by now, and the boys were
pretty occupied with signing autographs for a croud of excited teenaged
girls.

**************************************************************************

"Dev, over here," Nick yelled at me.

"Oh, hey Nick, how's life treatin' ya," I said with a chipper smile as I
walked over to him.

"As good as it can be when I'm not making passionate love to you," he said
sliding his arm around my waist.

"Nick, remember what you promised me.  Ever do this in public and I will
personally beat the living shit out of you," said Brian.

"Hey, s'up Brian.  And Nick, Brian is right.  If I ever want to keep that
place on 7th heaven, we better not act gay at all," I said giving Nick a
stern glance.

"But you're so sexy and I can't keep my hands off you babe," Nick said with
a puppy dog face that could turn my mean, 72 year old lesbian Physics
teacher straight.

"I know Nick, I want to also, but remember, we can do all that at the hotel
room tonight K?  I promise you I'll pay you back for not having sex with
you in public," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

Brian shoved his finger down his throat and made gagging noises.  "Look,
I'm really happy for you guys, but keep it down around me, OK?" he said,
looking more like he wanted to take our heads and bash them together.  "Oh,
and I'm goin' clubbin' with Howie, A.J., and Kevin.  I can trust that you
guys can amuse yourselves at the hotel?"

"Oh, I'm sure we can amuse ourselves someway, right Dev?" Nick said,
sticking his middle finger in his mouth making lewd sucking noises.

"Look, I'm sorry I asked.  Just have fun, and nice to meet you Dev," said
Brian, and walked off in a huff.

"Well, he certainly has an adittude problem," I commented.

"Well, can't blame him Dev, he's as straight as they come," Nick said
sadly.  It's a pity to, I would have been fucking his brains out a long
time ago if he were gay.

"Humph.  Well, I don't mind him myself, but could you keep the comments
down around me?" I said, trying not to look as jeleous as I was.

"Jeleous, babe?  Well, let's just say that you're 2 times as cute, and 7
times as thoughtful," he said.

I started tearing up when he said that.

"Cummon babe, let's get out of here and go to my hotel room," he said,
grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the limo.

"Ok babe, I'm just as desperate as you are," I said.

"Oh, wait Nick.  I have to go take my bags to my hotel room and check in.
Why don't I call you and you can come pick me up?" I said.

"Oh, don't worry.  Why don't I just come with you, OK?  That way, I won't
have to leave you," he said popping a sexy grin.

"Sounds fine to meeeeeeee. . . ," I screamed as Nick pulled me into the
limo on top of him.

"Oh god Nick," I moaned as Nick started to grab handfuls of my ass.

"Hyatt please d-driverahhhhhhhhh," I moaned to the driver as Nick started
licking my mouth and grinding into me driving me insane.

"What luck, babe.  We're staying at the same hotel," Nick said.

"Kewl.  That way, I can stay in your room 24/7 and fuck you.

"You wish, but It may be pretty close to the truth, if you're not careful,"
he said grabbing me and pulling me down into him.

I buried my head into the side of his neck, smelling the cologne and some
dried sweat that he worked up while he was dancing.  The smell of his
manliness and the sweet smell of the cologne drove me insane, and I started
licking and tounging his neck and collar bone.

"Oh, god Dev.  That feels sooooo good," Nick moaned as I unbuttoned the top
of his shirt and licked his chest.  He was completely hairless except, and
he had a teenaged six-pack.

"More," I grunted as I unbuttoned the last button and began to lick his
chest.

He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his blond hair was matted with
persperation.  I unbuttoned his jeans.

"Hurry up babe, we're gonna be there real soon," he gasped.

I came up for air and looked at him with the sexiest grin I could conjure
up.

"Sorry sexy, can't finish it right now, but I promise you I'll pick up
right where I left off later tonight," I said.

"Oh, well, in that case. . . ," Nick turned around and gave me a pouty
look.

"Hey babe, I have a secret to tell you," I said mysteriously.

"What Dev?" he said looking pretty interested by now.

"Come a little closer," I said.

As he leaned into hear me, I stuck my tounge out and licked his face from
the corner of his forhead across to the bottom of his chin.

"Ucck.  Well, If that's your secret, I hope you tell me that again more
than once," he said cracking that to-die-for grin.

"Mr. Carter and Mr. Anderson, we have arrived," the limo driver said, as he
stuck his head into the back seat.  He looked at our disheveled hair and
sorta was taken aback.  "Oh, and keep it down.  Not all your drivers are as
tolerant as I am," he said.

"OK.  Nick, come on.  We gotta beat the girls to your hotel room," I said.

"Ok babe, let's make run for it," he said.

We both donned black hats and sun glasses, and tried to keep our heads down
as we entered the hotel.  Unfortunately, Nick's bag carried the backstreet
boys insigna, and while waiting for an elevator, a girl screamed, and the
crowd who were camped out on the sidewalk waiting for the guys surged
forward, pens in hand shoving paper into our faces.

"Ok, OK everyone.  Look, one of you come up and Mr. Carter will sign one of
your papers," I said giving a stern look to all the girls who were flooding
the lobby.  The elevator gave a slight ding as it came to the ground floor.
I grinned at Nick and took his hand.

"Ok, who's the luck lady?" I said.  The elevator doors opened, and I threw
Nick inside, and frantically pushed the door close button.  The last sight
I saw before the doors shut were a thousand girls goggling at the elevator.

We were both doubled over laughing in the elevator.  Then, I stopped and
kissed him full on the mouth.  We didn't even notice when the elevator
doors opened, and a 50 year old man walked into the elevator.  His eyes
bugged out a foot, and he just goggled at us.

"Um, sorry sir," Nick blustered.

"Oh, um not at all.  I'll just take the next evelvator," the man said,
trying to stay on his feet.

We both fell on the floor of the elevator doubled up laughing our heads
off.  Nick pulled me over to his suite door.  There was a jingling of keys,
and we burst into his door laughing our heads off.

"Oh, Dev, put your stuff down there on the floor.  We'll pick it up later,
but first. . . . well, I guess it's a little early in the relationship for
this, but I guess I wanted to know if. . . ," he said turning red.

I gave him my trademark grin and moved on top of him, throwing both us onto
his bed.

"So, where were we?" I grinned at him.

"Um, I forgot, all I remember was that I was on the bottom," he grinned.

"Ok, Mr. smart ass.  Look here.  I'm gonna fuck your brains out tonight, so
don't give me your silly shit," I said to him.

"Um, Dev, I'm really dirty right now, so can I take a shower before we, you
know, um, well.  I've been dancing all this night and I really need
to. . . ," he said blushing.

"No, not yet babe, I want to take you like you are right now," I said as I
slipped my tounge into his mouth.

"Hmmmm. . . Lemme see. . . blueberry pop tart and orange juice," I said.

"H-how did you know," he asked.

"It's not as if you don't taste like it," I joked as he pulled me in for
another kiss.

I shucked my pants, and he quickly pulled his tight shirt over his head and
hurled it into the corner.

"Hey, all those Tean Beet Mags said you were a really neat person.  What's
with this hurling your clothes across the room," I asked mischeiviously.

"Oh, I am a neat freak, but I really need this now, so to hell with folding
clothers," he said as he pushed his pants down to the floor," he smiled at
me.

"Oh Mr. Carter, I can see your boxers.  Now I can answer that question on
Total Request Live and win 1,000," I said in the voice of a teenaged girl.

"Hey, watch it," he said as he shucked the boxers.

I sorta stared at his body as he stood up to remove his socks.  He had a
really smooth light colored chest with a teenaged six-pack.  I guess that
was the result of long nights dancing, but no serious weight lifting.  I
liked him like that.  I really hated the over-muscled look.

"Hey, is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you glad to see me," Nick
joked.

"Hey ass, I have no pockets left, thanks to you," I said as my briefs
joined the pile of clothing in the corner.

"Well, I'm pretty nervous right now, you're on virgin soil," Nick said
looking a little embaressed.

"Well, same here.  I didn't want to loose my innocence to some cheerleader
my freshmen year.  I wanted it to be meaningful," I said.

"Well, I'll try to make it the best possible," he said looking at he with
his crystal blue eyes.

I licked his lips and moved down to his chest.  No hair whatsoever.

"Hey babe.  Do you shave,?" I asked.

"Uh-m, no.  I guess I don't.  I've never had much down there," he said
looking a little pink.

"Well, don't fret.  I like `em smooth," I said.

I moved down to his belly button, and followed the very sparse line of hair
to his pubic brush.

"Well, you certainly don't lack any in these areas," I joked.

"Well, I got that stuff early, but I wish I could sprout some other places
too," he said.

I had never seen a cock in my life before, other than my own, but I had a
feeling this was a very different one.  I had never, after all of my years
looking for pics on the internet, seen a cock like this.

I took him into my mouth and licked up and down his shaft.

"Unh, uh, unh," Nick moaned.

"I'm gonna cu-cum pretty soon if you don't stop," Nick said.

I pulled off him right away.

"Here babe, take this.  I threw him a condom.  And, you can take my
virginity too," I said with a grin.

"Um, are you sure Dev.  I don't wanta rush things," he said sweetly.

"Well, either you fuck me now or later, and personally, I'd like it right
now and right here," I said lookng him straight in the eye.

"Well, Ok babe, but I really don't want to hurt you.  Look, if you feel too
much pain, I'll stop," he said, his face one of genuine concern.

"Ok, I'll let you know," I said.

Nick positioned his cock outside my hole, and pushed gently.  I don't know
if I ever felt such pain before.  It was as if knives were stabbing into me
from all sides, and pulling my guts out, but for Nick's sake, I shut up.  I
quickly grabbed the nearby pillow and shoved it into my face to stop him
from seeing my pain.

"Babe, are you ok?" he asked.

"Uh...uhn, yeah Nick.  Fine," I lied.

He kept going, and finally he was all inside of me.  After the first
minutes of intense pain, It started to feel a little better.

"Oh, ungh, unh.  I'm cumming," Nick yelled.  He grabbed my hips and shot
deep inside of me,"

At that moment, the biggest flash of pain carried through my body and I
passed out.  All I remembered was bright flash of a negative explosion in
my eyesight.

Nick pulled out and noticed the blood all over the condom.  Then he noticed
that I had passed out on the bed.  Oh my god, he thought.  What have I
done.  He carried my limp form to the couch and threw a blanket over me.
He lay down next to me, brushing my light brown hair out of my face.

"Wha-what where am I?" I said.

"Um, I'm really sorry Dev, but when we were, you know, well, you passed out
on the bed.  Oh god I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean for your first time to be
like that," he said starting to cry.

"Hey, that's alright.  It was really my fault.  But, I have to be somewhere
in the morning, so let's go get some sleep," I said, barely able to keep my
eyes open.

That night, I fell asleep with my lovers arms wrapped around me, and I
couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be.

Hey everyone.  I got that sex scene in this section.  Well, Sorry the way
it turned out.  Well, E-mail me at SkiFree0300@aol.com.  Thanx.