Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 19:38:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Calme <jasoncalme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Bands - All The Ways I Love You Chapter 34

All the Ways I Love You

This story is about male/male relationships and contains
graphic descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal
due to your age or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters
and events with real people. However any real person
mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part.
This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the
sexuality, personality, or behavior of the actual person.

Thanks to the many readers who have responded to this story.
Thanks to mattvt for reviewing and proofing parts of this
story; all errors remain my fault!

Copyright 2003 Jason Calme. This story is the sole property
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Chapter 34


Now that he thought he had a commitment from me Justin was on
a mission. Maybe it was because he was sick of being crowded into
my apartment, or maybe it was because he was going to be leaving
in a couple of days. Whatever the reason, the next day he arranged
for us to see four more places. This time, just the two of us went -
we decided that dragging Abby along just slowed it down, and I
also got the idea that the Realtor had figured us out anyway. A
couple of times she had seemed to be talking to Justin and me
when she was talking about some feature of a house. I mean, how
smart did she have to be?

The places were all nice, but we found ourselves picking them
apart for one reason or another. The street wasn't as nice, they
were out of the way, or something else was wrong.

At the end of the day we decided we wanted to go back and look
at the two leading contenders from the first day. Justin said we
could just go back to the third place, but I felt he really liked the
second one more, so we had to go to both.

This time we did the third house first, and the second house last.
After looking at them both I was maybe more confused. I still liked
the third house, but it needed so much work. Justin, I thought, still
liked the newer place.

We told the agent we'd think about it, and get back to her. Then
we went home and talked about the places.

And talked...and talked...

Or maybe it was me that kept talking. I really wanted the place
that needed work, and the damn thing was Justin agreed with me.
But I was convinced either he was just being agreeable, or I was
being stupid. Or both. So I kept trying to talk my way out of it. I
think I explored just about every pro and con for both houses,
which frustrated Justin no end. He was more interested in getting
on with it.


We were lying in bed, Justin on top of me. He was hot and
sweaty, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. I was running my
hands over his back and his butt, just enjoying his body, but
wondering if he was going to fall asleep and whether I should roll
him off me. I was starting to fall asleep myself.

"So?" he mumbled.

"What?" I said, kind of shaking myself back to consciousness.
Justin usually wasn't a big talker after sex. I'd learned not to
engage him in debate post orgasm. Better to let him sleep and talk
about things in the morning.

Justin's head turned and he opened his eyes and he smiled.

"House?" he said.

I sighed. I thought we'd decided to not discuss that for a while.

"What about it Justin?" I said.

"I want to get the third one," Justin mumbled his chin on my
chest.

I stared at him for a moment. "Okay Justin," I said. He smiled and
closed his eyes and lay his head down on my chest.

"Okay Ethan," he said softly.

I leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. "I love you," I
whispered.

"Love you," he mumbled.



Of course, it wasn't completely resolved. We spent ages trying to
figure out how to 'buy' the house, an issue that was complicated by
whether his name should be involved and also who ended up with
ownership. I didn't care how he did it, I saw it as him buying the
house and I'd pay him what I was currently paying as 'rent.' That
would be the extent of my involvement. If we broke up, he kept the
house and I just moved out.

But Justin wanted to share ownership of the house, which I
wasn't willing to do.

It took weeks of arguing and negotiating to work on the
convoluted arrangement whereby we shared some ownership and I
was paying off part of the house.

Then came architects, contractors, interior designers and weeks
and months of hassles. What was I thinking?! We should have just
gotten a larger apartment!



I was standing in the airport wondering when Justin was going to
arrive. He was flying in on a regular flight and the plane was already
ten minutes late. The sign just said 'delayed,' which was completely
unhelpful. I wandered around trying to find something to do. The
shops were boring, I couldn't find a magazine I wanted to read. I
debated buying a book, but couldn't be bothered. Besides, I
thought, as soon as I started it the plane was sure to arrive.

Finally the sign said the plane had arrived, and ages later the
passengers started coming out. Justin was the third person off. He
usually got off first on commercial flights as he flew first class, and
the stewardesses always took care of him.

As soon as I saw him I knew something was up. He was walking
a little stiffly. Something about his body language just didn't look
right. Behind him was one of Justin's minders. It was the person
beside him I didn't recognize. He was a short balding guy in his
fifties and he was chatting to Justin in an animated way. Justin had
a look of disinterest on his face, but every now and again he
seemed to acknowledge what the guy was saying.

I was standing near the gate, and I knew Justin could see me. He
looked up and caught my eye briefly, but he moved his eyes in a
movement that, to me, seemed to say 'stay put.' So I just stood
there and watched as he headed towards the baggage claim with
the man beside him, and the security guy following.

At the baggage claim the three of them stood together. Other
people were noticing who Justin was. A couple of young girls came
up to him nervously and asked for his autograph. He signed their
papers, and chatted to them briefly. Bags started arriving and the
security guy grabbed them off the carousel and placed them onto a
cart. I assumed they were just Justin's bags. Though I didn't know
for sure. Maybe the security guard was staying overnight and then
going back.

Justin looked around now and again nervously, perhaps making
sure I hadn't taken off, or perhaps worried that I was going to come
up to them. I wasn't sure what to do. We had been going to take a
cab back. Should I wait for Justin to ditch the guy, or should I just
take a cab and meet Justin back at the apartment? Who was the
guy?

Justin now had his bags, and I could tell he was trying to get rid
of the guy just from the body language, but it didn't seem to be
registering. They headed towards the exit, Justin turning briefly
towards me and rolling his eyes skyward in supplication.

I followed them out, a long distance behind them. At the curb
they stood in line and when a cab came up I got the distinct
impression that the guy wanted to share a cab with Justin. I stood
there watching, kind of amused as I could tell that Justin was
getting really annoyed, but he was trying to hide it.

The short guy finally seemed to take the hint and shook Justin's
hand and got in the cab; after first trying to get Justin to take it.

As the cab pulled away another cab pulled up and the security
guy started putting the bags in the back while Justin was scanning
around, trying to find me. I thought about sneaking up behind him
but knew that was a bad idea with the security guy around.

Justin smiled when he saw me and I went up to him but we didn't
hug or anything. I knew that since he'd been recognized doing so
would be dangerous.

"You wouldn't know the way to New York would you?" I asked.

"It's that way," he said, pointing toward the city. "Do you need a
ride?"

"Ah...yeah...that'd be great."

"Well hop in," he said smiling and holding the door.

"No, after you," I said.

He shrugged, turned briefly to say good-bye to the security guy,
and then climbed into the car. I got in after him.

Justin gave the cab driver my address and I didn't say anything.
As the cab pulled out he sat back and turned to look at me.

"So...how are things?" he said casually.

"Good. And you?" I said, leaning back in the car. I knew we had
to be careful because we didn't know what the cab driver might
see. Or say latter.

"Okay," I smiled. I put my hand down on the seat and Justin
snaked out his hand and quickly ran it over mine, squeezing it and
smiling at me briefly.

"So who was that jerk?" I asked.

"Oh man!" he groaned, "that was...this jerk interviewed me for a
magazine piece when 'Justified' came out."

"Yeah?"

"It was a drag...you know, I mean hey everyone's got their own
hustle. But some people..." he took a deep breath, "he just kept
asking these really damn personal questions and uh...he was just a
real shit!"

"Oh."

"You know how hard it is to be polite for two hours while
someone keeps asking you things like 'so is it true you and Britney
had oral sex' and 'did you sleep with so and so to get back at her,'
and blah de blah de blah?" Justin looked at me and rolled his eyes
as though it was funny, but I knew he was hurt by it all.

"So as luck would have it," he continued, "I had the good fortune
to be on the same plane as he is, and he's in economy right? So
right after take off he comes up and wants to sit next to me so he
can chat with me on the way out. Like I'm a long lost friend or
something!" Justin snarled indignantly and made another face.

"What did you do?"

"I said no!" he said angrily, then laughed. "He wanted my
security guard to switch with him in economy so he could talk to me.
The nerve!"

"So you just told him to piss off?" I said laughing.

"I wanted to..." Justin paused. "I told him the record company
wouldn't let security sit separately from me on the plane."

"Huh!" I laughed. I couldn't blame him. He couldn't piss off the
press even if he wanted to.

"So there was this empty seat in front, and he sits down and
starts talking to me from there!"

"Oh God!" I laughed. "This sounds like the trip from hell!"

"Well the stewardess comes up and see's him and I give her this
'oh God, help me!' look and she goes up to him and asks him what
he's doing there and he says he's a friend of mine!" he exclaimed,
as though he couldn't believe it had happened.

"So what did you say?"

"Well he was looking at her and so I shook my head, and she
sees and she just says either he has to pay the difference between
economy and first class, or he has to go back to economy class."

"Great!" I said.

"The guy sitting beside him said he didn't want the guy sitting
there. That was funny! The prick looked at me, I don't know if he
thought I'd pay for the privilege of having him in my face or what. I
just shrugged like it was out of my hands and she sends the guy
back."

"That was nice of her!" I said.

"Yeah. I gave her a big hug and a kiss when she came back. She
was great! I've got her phone number," he said, smirking.

He pulled something out of his pocket.

"Give me that!" I said, snatching it out of his hand, but I saw it
was just a dinner receipt.

Justin cackled at me.

"What?" I said.

"Just checking. Wanted to see if you were still jealous."

"I'm not jealous," I whispered, "I'm territorial, and you're my
territory!" and I so much wanted to hug him but I just pushed him
gently on the shoulder. Squeezing his arm for a moment.

Justin smiled.

"So then," he continued, "the guy followed me out of the
plane...you know...I don't know how he got out so fast," and Justin
sat there shaking his head.

"Well," I said, "I've got a surprise for you," and I tapped on the
partition of the taxi and told the driver to go to a different address.

Justin looked at me with a curious expression.

"The house?" he said.

I nodded, grinning, and then I couldn't keep it a secret any
longer. "It's done!"

"It's done!" Justin almost screamed, a huge smile on his face.
"But I thought it wouldn't be ready for another couple of months?"

"Well," I smirked, "we exaggerated some of the delays, and not
all of the decorations are in...but it's in move in condition!"

Justin just grinned and leaned over and punched my arm.

The cab pulled up at the door and Justin had put on a hooded
sweatshirt and sunglasses. We hopped out and I pulled out his
bags while Justin paid the driver. He grabbed one of his bags while
I took the other and we went up to the door. I pulled out a key.

"This is yours," I said handing it to him.

He took it, smiling, and put in the lock and turned it. Then we
stepped in and I told him the code for the security system.

Inside I switched on the lights. I'd hung up a 'Welcome Home'
banner and some streamers in the hallway and Justin stood staring
at it and started to laugh. It did look a little ridiculous.

"Come on!" I said, dragging him by the hand, and we went
quickly down the hallway to the kitchen. "Ta daaa!" I said waving
my arms, and Justin walked around looking at everything. Then I
grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs.

"Some of the furniture is here," I explained as we went up the
stairs, "but some is still coming, come on," and up we went. I
dragged him down the hallway to the bedroom and threw open the
door and he stepped in.

The bedroom was complete. The bed and dressers we'd ordered
had all arrived, as well as the night tables and things. The walk in
closet was finished, but empty.

Justin walked into the closet and spun around.

"But where's our stuff?" he asked.

"Back at the apartment. You said you wanted to move it
ourselves, so most of it's still there all packed up and ready to go.
We have a rental truck for tomorrow morning and friends are
coming and everything!"

Justin laughed, and then grabbed me and hugged me and
suddenly we were spinning round and around and then he half
pushed and fell on top of me as we tumbled onto the bed.

"Where we going to stay tonight?" he asked.

"Here," I said, "unless you want to spend one last night in the old
place."

Justin looked thoughtful. "Gee we had some great times at the
old place, it kind of seems a shame not to spend one last night..."

"Really?" I said, "Well if you want to we can do that. The beds still
there...there's a few cartons around and all."

"Uh... " he looked thoughtful, "...no it's okay..." and he smiled.

"You sure...I'm sorry, I just thought this would be a great
surprise. I didn't think you'd be as sentimental for the old place."

"It's okay. This is great! I'm really happy...really happy...yeah,
let's stay tonight. If I feel really sentimental we can stay one last
night in the old place when it's empty!"

I smiled at him and we hugged and were rolling around on the
bed, but then I pushed him off me playfully.

"Come on, I want to show you the rest," I said.

I jumped up and he followed me and we toured around the rest
of the house, checking out all of the rooms. Everything had been
repainted. Since I hardly had enough furniture for my one room
apartment, we'd ended up buying a whole lot of new stuff. I'd
wanted to only decorate the rooms that we were going to use, and
shop at Ikea and places like that. Justin wanted to hire a decorator
and do the place top to bottom. We finally reached a middle ground
by hiring a decorator to provide advice for some of the rooms, and
argued about the rest.

I don't think Justin really wanted to do the whole place
'ourselves,' but he humored me.

At least I got complete control over my office!



Even with the decorator and our best efforts, some stuff was still
to be delivered, and some of the extra bedrooms were still in
decorator limbo. I hadn't really worried about it. The bedroom,
kitchen, my office, his studio and the living room were done and so
we were no worse off than in my apartment.

Actually, we were a lot better off.

"It's great!" Justin said, a huge smile on his face after we'd
finished the tour. He really looked happy and I was happy too. It
felt so right. We hugged. It was so good to hold him.

"What do you want to do for dinner?" Justin whispered in my ear.
I had to laugh. A new home and all Justin could think about was
food!

"Already taken care of!" I said laughing, and I grabbed him by the
arm and dragged him down stairs. The dining room was set and I
had a chicken roasting in the oven.


"So have you been staying here all the time?" Justin asked. We
were in the kitchen. I was busily throwing things on plates and
Justin was standing watching me and getting in the way.

"Yeah...the last three months," I said joking and putting my arms
around him and taking him into a hug, "but I thought it was
probably time for you to come over. Though if you're not careful I'm
going to send you back to the other place."

Justin laughed and rolled his eyes.

"No...the last few days I've been here getting things set up. But I
haven't spent a night...haven't christened the sheets yet," I said
and I wagged my eyebrows suggestively.

"Well, okay then!" Justin laughed.



"Wake up lazy bones!" I yelled, dragging the covers off to reveal
it's occupant sleeping naked underneath. He curled into a ball in a
futile effort to stay cozy.

"Put those back!" Justin groaned at me, putting a pillow over his
head. From where I was standing I had quite the view. His legs
curled up and his butt exposed. I jumped onto the bed and put my
hand between his legs. Justin jerked a little as my hand slid up
grabbing hold of his balls.

"Hey!" he said, looking up at me. "Let me alone, I'm tired after
last night. You should be good to me."

I let go of him and stroked my other hand over his head.

"Yeah...you worked hard last night," I said, emphasizing the word
hard, then leaning down and kissing him on the cheek and on the
mouth as he turned to face me.

"But," I went on, "you have to get up as there's still a lot of
packing to do."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Tell me again why we didn't get movers?"
he said good-naturedly.

"As I recall, it was you that thought it would be great to rent a
truck and have our friends move us."

Justin stared at me blankly for a few seconds. "I'm a dumb fuck
sometimes, aren't I?" He said groaning again.

"No, you're a great fuck, and I love you," I said kissing him. "Now
get that butt up, asshole. We have to be down at the train station
by 9:30."

"What? Why the train station?"

"Because when I told Simon we were moving ourselves he really
wanted to come down and help and I didn't have the heart to say
no. So he's skipping school for a day and coming down to help, then
staying the weekend. That okay? The little runt won't cramp your
style?"

"That's fine," he said, sitting up. "I like the kid," he said with a
grin, then added, "I think I like him more than you."

"Fuck you! He's my brother. Don't think you're going to weasel
your way into his affections."

"Already have," Justin laughed, and jumped up and ran off to the
bathroom.



Once we were dressed and had finished breakfast we still had
plenty of time to get down to the station. Mom had called earlier to
let me know that Simon was on the train.

We were sitting at the island in the kitchen, drinking coffee and
holding hands. He looked at me with a goofy grin and I smiled back
at him.

"There's one more surprise," I said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I said casually, "though I'm not sure you're been good
enough to get it."

Justin grinned at me, got up from the stool and walked over and
stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned
down and rested his head on my shoulders. Chewing on my neck
and ear he ran his hands slowly up and down my chest. Then he sat
on my lap and put his arms around me.

"I know I haven't been a very good boy this year Santa," he
whispered in my ear, "but next year I promise to be really," and he
paused for a second. "Baaaad."

Well ho, ho, ho, I thought.

"In that case," I said tousling his hair like he was a little kid, "you
get your surprise."

He got off me and I got up and took his hand and slowly dragged
him over to the door to the basement. I opened the door and
waved at Justin for him to follow me. We went down the stairs and
came to the door that led to the garage.

"Close your eyes," I said, unlocking the door.

Justin grinned. He wasn't stupid. I mean, what would I have
hidden in a garage? From his smile I could tell he had guessed what
I was going to show him. But he didn't know what was actually in
there. He closed his eyes as instructed and I opened the door.

"Keep them closed," I said and I walked up to him, gently
touching him so he knew I was there. I stood behind him and put
my hands up to his face to cover his, just to make sure he didn't
sneak a peak, and we slowly walked forward, with me steering him
through the door and in to position.

"Keep them closed," I repeated.

I took my hands off his and moved to the side, but in front of him
so I could see his reaction.

I stood there looking at him standing there like a little kid with his
hands in front of his face.

"Okay," I whispered.

He pulled away his hands and opened his eyes and blinked. And
then a huge smile came to his face and he laughed. He was
standing in front of a metallic blue Mini with white roof and a big red
bow on top. A fake smiley face was taped on it's front. It looked like
a big bug.

"You like?" I asked.

"I love," he said laughing, and then grabbing me and hugging me
hard.

He kissed me and then released me. "It's in my name, but it's my
present for you," I said, holding out the keys to him. "I figured we
spent so much money renting them it made sense to buy one."

"Ethan, you didn't have to. I would have paid for it," he began.

"No way," I said. "You're already paying for too much. I wanted to
get you something. I hope it's okay. I know we didn't talk about
getting one but we always seemed to rent the same thing and like
it."

It was true. I was a little nervous that we should be getting
something else. Like a Mercedes or an SUV, but I just liked the Mini
and thought it would be an okay 'around town' car. I'd also thought
about Justin's need for security, and had even talked it over with his
security people. We decided that we would want to try and keep
the car as low profile as possible. If Justin was going somewhere in
public, i.e. with security, then he wouldn't take the car anyway.
Instead they'd use other transportation. So the car was really for
me running around town and for Justin doing undercover stuff and
the two of us going up to my parents or off on trips. So that had
been okay. I was a little perturbed when they said to lease it so
that we could change it once people knew that it was Justin's car. I
couldn't bring myself to do that, so I ended up buying it anyway.

"I love it. Thanks!" he said and he hugged me again and we
kissed.

"So shall we take it to pick up the runt?" he said glancing at his
watch.

"Nah...parking down there will be a bitch...and we're going to get
the truck right after that so it'd just get in the way."

"Ohhhh," Justin whined. "I want to take it for a drive!"

"It's just like the others," I lied. This one had all the options and
was the faster S model. "Maybe later, after we're done. Come on," I
said, "I want to make sure we get there in time. Don't want Simon
wandering the streets of the big city alone."



We made it to the station with plenty of time to spare. Justin
donned his disguise and we hung about waiting for Simon to
appear. I hate waiting at big train stations. They're much more
disorganized and disorienting than airport terminals. I always worry
I'm not going to find the person I'm meeting.

Luckily his train was on time and after a little while I saw him
ambling along with a backpack on his back. At first I was so excited
to see him I didn't notice something was wrong, but then I saw it.
He was glancing around and his mannerisms just screamed that he
was nervous or apprehensive. Was he worried that I wouldn't be
there to meet him?

Grabbing Justin I pointed at Simon and Justin nodded and we
walked over. Simon saw us and smiled a big smile and I went up
and grabbed him into a hug and gave him a quick kiss on the
forehead. I figured there was no one around that he knew.

"How's it going?" I said, laughing and tousling his hair.

"Great!" he said. He turned to Justin and held up his hand and
Justin high-fixed him, but then Justin grabbed him and hugged him
too. It was something I don't think Simon had expected, but he took
it in stride.

"Good trip down?" I asked just for something to say.

"Yeah," said Simon, looking around and I noticed he was still
nervous.

"Everything okay Simon?" I asked.

"Yeah...yeah...," he said, then he smiled and looked back at me.
"Yeah everything's fine. So we're going to the apartment?" Simon
asked. "Are we taking the train?"

"No," I said idly, turning towards the exit. "We're going to go rent
the truck first. We'll grab a cab..."

"What!?" Simon said in a shocked squeal.

I stopped and turned back to face Simon. I noticed that Justin
looked like he was also a little surprised by Simon's reaction.

"Yeah, you know. The thing we're going to put the boxes in."

"Uh...yeah," said Simon. He stood there for a moment looking
confused.

"Simon?"

"I've got to use the bathroom," he said nervously. He took off his
pack and handed it to me. "Can you wait here for a minute? There's
one right over there," and he pointed and I looked and saw a sign
for a rest room.

"Okay," I said.

Simon turned and started walking towards the sign.

I watched him walk away, glancing around as he walked.
Something was up and I looked at Justin with a puzzled expression
on my face. Justin looked puzzled too. He stepped up beside me.

"You want to go see what's up?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "You wait here?" I asked, and handed him the
pack as he nodded.

I set out after Simon, following him to the bathroom. Just at the
door he looked around nervously and saw me following him and
startled. He stopped and stood where he was.

"I am old enough to go to the bathroom on my own," he said
sounding just like a little kid.

"I know Simon. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay," he snapped.

"No you're not, what's up?"

"Nothing," he said. We were standing in the doorway and people
were walking past us and starring at us.

I nodded to the side and Simon followed me over to a wall a little
way away from the entrance.

"You going to tell me what's up or do I have to pound it out of
you?" I joked, and smiled at him, letting him know I was just joking.

Simon looked as though he was stealing himself to fake it for a
moment, but then his shoulders slumped and he looked down sadly.

"Come on Simon, tell me. I just want to make sure you're okay.
I'd be a lousy brother if I didn't take care of you and Mom would kill
me if you don't come back 100% okay."

He looked up and smiled nervously and then looked away.

"I kinda..." he started and then stopped. I stood there waiting,
figuring he'd get it out eventually.

"I've got to tell you something," he began nervously. "Promise
you won't be mad," he asked earnestly.



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To be continued...


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