Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2000 12:37:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: writer_nike@myplace.com
Subject: Being a Backstreet Boy - part 1

Disclaimer: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All characters
featured in this story are fictional and are not intended to resemble
real persons, hence; it is not intended to imply anything about the
true sexuality of any celebrity might mentioned.

Some elements included in this fiction may not be suitable for all
people, if you're uncertain - please do not continue.

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Being a Backstreet Boy

Written by Nike

Part 1

	"Could I have your attention please. We are now boarding United
flight 385 to Stockholm at gate 54. Would passengers seated in rows one
through 14 and passengers with young children, please approach the gate.
I repeat, we are now boarding United 385 to Stockholm. Passengers seated
in rows one through 14 and passengers with young children, please approach
the gate."

	'There's no way escaping it' Nick thought and felt a sting of
unease hit him. He figured that after all this time he'd spent flying
over the years, he'd be able to board without feeling the urge to throw
up. 'I guess somethings never change' and then he got up from the lounge
chair he was sitting in, getting ready to board.

	Nick looked around him - the lounge he was sitting in was,
except for his band-mate Brian and their new "assisting manager",
completely empty - the flight to Stockholm wouldn't even be half full
and so far, no fans in sight. Boarding this flight shouldn't prove to
be too difficult. When Nick rose from the chair, Brian who sat next to
him also gathered his stuff and joined him.

	"Wassup Nick, feeling a bit nervous?" Brian asked, sensing
Nick's discomfort and put his arm around Nick's shoulder giving him
a friendly hug.

"Nah, I'm fine." he answered. "Just feeling a little tired. It's
been a long day and it ain't over yet." Nick said, glancing over
towards the clock. It read 23.15, the flight from Miami to Stockholm
would take more than eleven hours - for Nick that's another eleven
hours of no sleep.

	'Great, hopefully the in-flight entertaintment will be
something interesting' Nick thought.

	"OK guys, you wanna board?" Matt, their new assisting
manager, asked them - well it was more like a statement rather
than a question.

	Matt, or Mattias Young, was of Swedish origin and two
years older than Nick. He had recently joined the staff of Jive
Records and was assigned to the Backstreet Boys to relieve some
of the work load off of Kevin, who had requested more time to spend
with his new wife. Matt was treated as any member of the group
and did whatever they did, he had gotten especially close with
Brian and Nick, resulting in that they often spent time together.

	"Yeah, let's go" they both answered in unison.

	Once onboard the plane, they noticed that they were
practically alone in the first class area of the plane, giving
them even more room than their already spacious seats offered. As
always Nick and Brian sat next to eachother, while Matt sat in
the seat in front of them, working on his computer.

	"So, what do you wanna do when we get to Stockholm?" Brian
asked Nick while he made himself comfortable in his chair. He was
dead exhausted, not even really listening to what Nick had to say.

	"I dunno, I was thinking, we'd let Matt handle it, he
being from Sweden and all..." he answered, letting his mind drift
away to the other times they've been to Sweden.

	'Even though we've been there quite often, I've never
really gotten the chance to see much of what it had to offer' Nick
thought. Almost all of their time was spent at Cheiron, recording
new songs. 'This time it won't be much different than the other
visits, just that now me, Brian and Matt get to spend a couple of
days extra in Sweden until the rest of the group arrives. I guess
I really should talk to Matt and tell him that I...' Nick was
interrupted by the voice of the pilot.

	"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome onboard United
flight 385 to Stockholm. My name's David Henderson and I'll be your
pilot during this flight. You'll be flying in a Boeing 747-300 and
it has been in service since 1997. We're expecting some heavy
turbulence over the Atlantic ocean, so please, for your own safety,
while seated - make sure you wear your seatbelt at all times. ..."
and so he continued.

	When the captain had finished his welcome speech, the
screens aboard the flight started to flicker and the "safety onboard"
film began. Seeing this and hearing the roar of the engines building
up power made Nick feel even more distressed and almost went into
a cardiac arrest when Brian, who had fell asleep during the
instruction film, dropped his head on Nick's shoulder almost
causing Nick's heart to stop. After restoring a normal heart beat,
Nick looked around him - the cabin lights was dimmed, Brian fast
asleep and Matt was sitting by the window looking out at the airport.
There was no sign of any cabin crew, 'they've probably all returned
to their seats, waiting for the plane to get airborne.'

	'Great' Nick thought. 'I've been aboard for no more than
15 minutes and I'm already getting bored.' Then he noticed the
screen installed in the back of the seat in front of him.

	"Perhaps there's something fun to watch" he mumbled to
himself and pressed the power button next to the screen. The
screen flickered and he was greeted by a simple message on the
screen; "Due to safety concerns, during take-off and landing no
video feeds are available, please try again later.".

	Nick sighed heavily, tilted his own and Brian's seats back,
ignoring the safety procedures when doing so, and wrapped a blanket
around him and Brian. When satisfied, Nick took out his portable
cd and began listening.

	After been trying to get some sleep for over an hour, Nick
felt a pressure had built up and he needed to go to the toilet.
'I need to go to the bathroom'. He sighed and removed his part of
the blanket, slowly began to ease his way out of the chair and in
the process, making sure that Brian remained in a comfortable
position.

	After a couple of minutes Nick had achieved a successfull
release and he was on his way to the bathroom, supporting himself
using the back of the seats as he went since the turbulence was
getting really noticeable. Nick's heart was beating faster and
faster, the dim lights in the cabin and the turbulence wasn't in
any way helping against his fear of flying, panick was approaching.

	When Nick finally reached the toilets, the turbulence had
gotten almost violent in its attempts to make him fall, throwing
him from side to side in the tight area where the toilets were and
he debated whether to return to his seat or not. But since the
pilot hadn't lit the fasten seatbelt signs and he really needed to
go, he decided to continue. He practically jumped in through the
door, slamming in shut behind him. Once inside, the bright light
and the possibility to actually get some stability by pressing his
arms against the interior made Nick calm down a bit. After a few
moments he started to unzip his pants, reaching in to his boxers
and took out his member which now actually stood at semi-attention.
Nick started caressing his cock and gave it a few strokes. Then
he looked down at his cock, the sight made him remember, he sighed
and said to himself 'I better talk to Matt and tell him that I ...'
Once again Nick was interrupted by the inter-com.

	"The captain has lit the fasten seatbelt signs, therefor I
must ask that everyone returns to their seats and remain there until
the signs are turned off, thank you." The voice of the flight
attendant stopped.

	'Fuck', Nick hastily finished his business and stormed out
of the toilet, still putting his pants back on, and rushed back to
where they sat. When he got there he noticed that Brian was still
asleep, 'Well, I guess I could speak with Matt' and immidiately he
began to feel his heart drop and he got unsure of himself.

	'Fuck, I know Matt, I shouldn't be nervous, it's not as if
he's going to laugh or make fun of me... at least, I don't think he
will...' Nick got more nervous and even more embarressed just
thinking about it. He went over to Matt and sat down next to him,
making sure that his seatbelt was tightly fastened.

	Matt, who had dozed away, was quite similar to Nick, both
physically and mentally but there were two major differences - Matt
had brown hair, cut the way Nick had it before he changed to short,
and, if Nick's great passion was video games, then Matt's was
automobiles. He owned several cars, including a BMW M5 and a Corvette.
Since he had learned to drive in Sweden, he could also drive a car
with a manual transmission and he could shift gears without you
even noticing, something Nick was incredibly impressed by. He was
awakened by Nick gently pushing his side.

	"Yeah, what is it?" he mumbled and turned over to face the
window and then fell asleep again.

	"Matt, Matt! I need to talk to you" Nick half-whispered
while pushing Matt to wake up. "Come on" Nick whined.

	Finally Matt gave up and sat up, tilting his chair up
with him and sighed. Looking at Nick he noticed the look on his
face, and he was instantly awake, asking him, "Yeah, alright,
I'm awake. What's wrong?" with a concerned voice.

	Nick was already starting to turn red, "Well, there's
something I've been meaning to tell you, or more ask you" Nick
said, getting even more embaressed, "I, I was kinda thinking," he
studdered "you know if you could, would...". Not finishing his
sentence, he began on another, avoiding any eye contact with Matt.
"There's, I... If you..." Nick then leaned over towards Matt and
whispered in his ear.

	"What the fuck! Are you kidding me!?" Matt exclaimed and
started to laugh, "Shit! That's all? You looked like you needed
help getting your dick out of your zipper or somethin'!" Matt
continued. "So, have I gotten it straight - you want me to teach
you how to drive a car with a manual gearbox?".

	"Yeah..." Nick replied, "if it's OK with you...?"

	"Sure, but why now? And what about the face?" Matt asked
him.

	Nick hesitated for awhile and then answered, "There aren't
so many cars with manual gearbox in Florida and now that AJ ain't
around to make fun of me, or any reporters for that matter, I
thought it'd be a good time to practice... Also, I've tried a
manual once when we were in Germany a couple of years ago and it
didn't end up quite well... It was actually really embarressing.
Anyway, since then I've always wanted to learn how to do it, but
everytime I think about it, the 'Hamburg-incident' pops up and
kinda ruins it..."

	Nick's voice trailed off when he thought about the time
he and Brian had borrowed a A-klasse from a Mercedes-dealership
in Hamburg. Even though they didn't get far it was as if Godzilla
had passed through the area. However, the manager had a daughter
who's birthday was the very same day. The girl also happened to
be a big fan of the Backstreet Boys... The manager was more than
willing to forget about the destruction if they were to stop by
and wish her a happy birthday. Nick still today thanks his lucky
star for this. He never wants to repeat Hamburg all over again.

	"OK, how about if we do it the day after tomorrow, I'll
try to get us a manual 'til then, 'K?" Matt asked Nick.

	"Sure, but didn't you rent a stick?" Nick questioned.

	"Hell no! I got us a BMW 540i, complete with V8 and
Steptronic - but I don't think a Steptronic's what you had in
mind, is it?"

	"I guess not, but if I don't get the hang of it, then
there's always Steptronic!" Nick said and smiled. "I better get
to my seat and try to get some sleep. Sorry I woke you." and
then he got up.

	"No problem dude, g'night."

	Nick returned to his seat, tilting it back and wrapped
the blanket he shared with Brian around him, leaning his head on
Brian's chest. Lying there, he listened to Brian's heart beating
- thinking about the time Brian had had open heart surgery and
how scared he had been. The risk of never being with him again...
Nick never told him how he had felt during the operation and the
long hours of waiting in post-op, never leaving his side. After
several minutes of lying there listening, Nick drifted away to
sleep.

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To be continued

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