Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 09:10:11 EST
From: That's The Way I Like It <bsb_stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay/Celebrity/Boy-Bands "Changes" Chapter 13

This is it for now.  This has all been written over the
course of a few months and now it will be "as it comes"...
Hopefully there will be a couple of new chapters by the
end of the week.  I really hope that people are enjoying
the story and are interested to see what happens next.
I'm more into developing characters than in coming up with
lots of cliff hangers and crazy plot twists (I'm not very
good at writing action, in case you haven't noticed), and
I hope that it's not incredibly boring.  :-P   Merry Xmas
Or What-Have-You To All!  -- May

Please don't read if you are offended by gay themes.  The
usual disclaimer applies.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Come in," A.J. chirped.  He was a little surprised to see
Nick walk into his hotel room.  "Oh, hey.  What's up?"  "I
know something you don't," Nick said, and he flung himself
onto A.J.'s bed.  "Okay, so spill."  "Nah, I'm not gonna just
tell you.  Hey, you got anything to drink?"  "Here, help
yourself," A.J. said, handing Nick a bottle of Schnapps.
"Ooh, yum," Nick said, unscrewing the top and taking a little
gulp.  "God damnit," A.J. said, staring at the pile of
clothing he had just pulled out of his bags.  "What are you
looking for?" Nick asked in between gulps.  "A certain pair
of purple leather pants," A.J. sighed.  "They were speaking
to me earlier and saying, 'WEAR ME!  WEAR ME!'  But now I
can't friggin' find the bastards."  "Mmm," Nick said, "I
think you would see them if they were here."  "You would think
that.  But I've had stranger items of clothing sneak up on me
before."  "You should be gay, Bone."  "I should?  Hey, give
me that, you're drinking all of it!"  "Yeah, 'cos you like
clothes so much."  "I'll be an honorary gay man.  How's that?
... Hand it over, Nick."  "Just one more sip."  "That is not
a sip," A.J. laughed, grabbing the bottle out of Nick's
hand.  "You owe me one bottle of peppermint Schnapps."
"Deal."  "Now what is your big bad secret?"  "Oh yeah...
Somebody has a crush on you."  "Who?"  "That's part two of
my secret.  I'll tell you that part tomorrow."  Nick
hopped up out of bed and walked to the door.  "Maybe I
put them in a garment bag," A.J. said.  "Bye Bone."  "Bye
Nicky."

Misha had to laugh at himself.  Here he was worrying about
what he was going to wear to go out to dinner with Kevin.
Sure, it was Kevin Richardson, People magazine's sexiest
rock star '99 or whatever, but it was Kevin Richardson, his
coworker, the guy he saw every day, the guy he had been
checking out since the first time he'd seen a Backstreet
Boys video ... the guy who'd been such a dick to him.  "I
can't let myself forget that," Misha said to his reflection
after shaving.  "Can't get charmed by another one of these
goddamned Backstreet Boys."  But he still wound up wearing
his nicest Armani suit.  Misha met up with Kevin downstairs
in the hotel and they slipped out to a quiet restaurant
nearby, escorted by one of Kevin's bodyguards.  The manager
of the restaurant had been alerted and they were seated in
a dark corner at the back.  Misha was pleased that Kevin
had dressed to the nines as well, neatly groomed and looking
rather fetching in a soft, almost velvety dark jacket and
a fashionable patterned shirt with some silver threading.
Although he was only a couple of inches shorter than Kevin,
Misha always felt that Kevin loomed above him, regal,
imposing.  Perhaps it was just those dramatic cheekbones
at work.

"You don't suppose they have English language menus," Misha
said with a little grin, staring at the unintelligible
tableau before him.  Kevin laughed.  "Well... We could try
to stick to things we've heard of before."  "Like strudel."
"Anything-wurst."  "Beer.  I think that one is universal."
"I hope so."  Eventually they managed to order what they
thought they wanted.  "I'm pretty much the only adventurous
eater in this bunch," Kevin commented.  "Howie will try
different stuff to a degree.  But the rest of them freak
out if there isn't a McDonald's in the immediate vicinity."
"That's kind of charming, though, in a way," Misha smiled.
"Kids," Kevin laughed, "what are you gonna do."  "Do you
ever get sick of being the parental figure?"  "Oh, god yes.
It's not really true anymore.  I think a few years back, I
was in that role a lot, but now... I guess I still boss
them around some, it's just that I want things to get done
and the rest of them are a lot more ... casual..."  Misha
laughed.  "Yeah well, we're talking international celebrities
here."  "True," Kevin grinned, "but as far as I'm concerned,
they're  my little brothers, and they need me kicking them in
the butt."  "Who do you knock heads with the most?"  "Nick.
Definitely Nick."  "I can imagine," Misha said smoothly.
"Brian and I were driving each other nuts on tour last
summer," Kevin said, taking a drink of his wine.  "He's ...
well you know.  He gets along best with Nick.  What does
that tell you?"  "He just seems more mature than Nick,"
Misha said hopefully.  "Eh," Kevin shrugged, "that's not
saying a whole hell of a lot."

Joining A.J. in his room for dinner is no big deal, Dani
told herself.  I am not going to wear anything fancy.  I'm
just changing because I was looking exceptionally grungy
today.  I'm only putting on lipstick because it's dry here
and my lips are getting chapped.  I'm only fixing my hair
because ... well, damnit, I want to look good.  Dani went
to his room and was a little disappointed that Howie was
there too.  Still, A.J. had some candles lit and was asking
for music suggestions.  "I miss Maria so much," Howie was
generally complaining.  Dani gave him an understanding nod.
Why are you here, she was thinking, I want to be alone with
A.J.!  "It's tough," A.J. agreed, sitting cross-legged on
the floor as he picked through a stack of CDs.  "Just the
companionship is nice, having somebody there... That's why
Amanda would come with me so much."  Dani bit her tongue
and didn't ask who he was talking about.  "It's also just,
you know, it would be neat to travel together, to experience
the different cultures and go sight-seeing..."  "Eh," A.J.
smiled, "it's really just the regular sex you're missing."
Howie smirked.  "So tasteful.  A.J., there *is* a lady
present."  "There is?" Dani laughed.  She picked up a throw
pillow and looked under it.  "Where?"  "There is a *chick*
present," A.J. corrected him.  "Precisely," Dani smiled.
Howie held his hands up and laughed.  "Okay, you guys...
whatever ...!"

Brian was a little hesitant going into the nightclub with
Nick.  He was apprehensive about crowd control, since they
were going unescorted, and apprehensive about Nick's
behaviour, since he was already a little drunk and in the
kind of hyper mood which usually got him into trouble.  But
he dressed up, groomed himself immaculately, and accompanied
his gorgeous boyfriend proudly, albeit discreetly.  It was
a mixed gay and straight club, which was after all the only
kind they could go to.  Not two minutes after they'd gone
in, two women rushed up to them and began swooning.  "You
are Backstreet Boys?" one asked in a heavy accent.  "Shh,"
Brian smiled, putting a finger to his lips.  "Oh, why he's
leaving?"  The taller girl sighed miserably as Nick slipped
away.  "I have to go now," Brian said slowly, smiling at
them politely.  "Bye now."  Please, leave us alone, he
prayed.  And don't tell any of your friends.  Brian lost
track of where Nick was.  He got himself a drink and stood
by one side of the dance floor.  Unfortunately, he kept
getting pestered by fans, and it was very difficult to keep
an eye out for Nick.  He was probably being mobbed too.  We
have to get out of here, Brian thought.  "Sign, you will
please?" a slightly intoxicated girl begged him, holding
up a napkin.  "Okay, just one more," Brian said, the fatigue
in his voice beginning to show through.  "Do you have a pen?"
"No pen," the girl said.  "You sign?"  How do you expect me
to sign it without a pen, Brian thought.  Blood?  Spit?

"Finally," A.J. mouthed as he shut the door behind Howie.
Dani bent over laughing, covering her mouth for some semblance
of respect.  "Poor guy," she said at last.  "Poor Howard,"
A.J. said with a big smile, sitting down beside Dani and
pouring her another glass of wine.  He was very close to her,
so close that Dani could smell his cologne.  "Danielle,"
A.J. said quietly, and she looked up to meet his gaze.
Without his shades on, A.J. had soft, puppy dog eyes with
sleepy long lashes.  They gave him a sweet, happy look
which didn't show through at all when he had the sunglasses
on.  "I'm sorry about the other night, after the show."
"Oh... I'm surprised you even remember that."  Dani gave him
a big smile, a bit too big.  "Sure I remember.  I guess you
probably think I'm a sleaze now."  "No, of course not," Dani
said.  "I mean, you do your thing, whatever, I don't judge
people for that.  There's nothing wrong with it anyway."
"With ..."  "Casual sex," Dani said with a little smile.  "Or
partying in general.  I mean, as long as you're not hurting
anybody."  A.J. nodded and pursed his lips.  "Yeah, it's
just... well, I don't want to give the wrong impression.  I
like just chilling sometimes and it's nice to ... you know..."
Dani raised an eyebrow, having not a clue where he was going
with this.  "... the flattery of it is nice," A.J. admitted,
"women who want to be with you, no questions asked."  "Alex,
it's really okay," Dani said.  "Like I said, I am not a
judgemental person at all."  "Right, but I mean, there is
more to me than that," A.J. said earnestly.  "I know," Dani
replied softly, and their eyes met again.

"That was very nice," Kevin said rather formally as he
and Misha rode the elevator up to their floor.  The Backstreet
entourage had an entire floor of the small hotel for themselves,
a little luxury which often meant that parties got a bit more
out of control than usual.  Misha smiled.  Kevin had been very
friendly, but so careful not to reveal anything about himself.
He didn't have much problem discussing the other Backstreet
Boys with Misha, but when it came to Kevin himself, not a
whole lot came out.  Misha had Kevin pictured as some kind of
shelled sea creature, poking an eyeball out on a stalk and
then darting back inside to hide from the cruel, cruel world.
Somebody must have burned him pretty badly, Misha thought.
"Maybe we should do something like this again," Kevin offered,
standing at Misha's door, still regal, neat, ready for his
close-up.  "As long as you think I'm on your level," Misha
said.  He wasn't sure why he said it, since their night had
been so civil, but Kevin's face fell.  He exhaled and spoke
even more slowly than usual, "Misha, I do feel really badly
about all that."  He looked up and into Misha's eyes.  "My
last relationship... let's just say that everything that could
go wrong with that kind of scenario went wrong.  I was pretty
much being blackmailed."  "I'm sorry," Misha said.  "And I'm
sorry for bringing that up.  I really have gotten over it."
"No," Kevin said, shaking his head, "that was really uncalled
for from me.  I wasn't raised to be like that."  He looked up
again.  "I will make it up to you," Kevin said.  "I promise."

Brian tried to make his way through the throng of dancers,
but he felt like everywhere he went, somebody was jumping
into his face and saying BACKSTREET BOYS!  or I LOVE YOU!  or
YOU'RE BRIAN!  He felt claustrophobic.  Finally, he asked one of
the girls, "have you seen Nick?"  "Nick is here?" she gasped, and
she grabbed one of her friends and passed on the news.  Brian
groaned.  The club was not that large.  If he just kept moving,
he'd find Nick eventually.  It wasn't until Brian thought of
checking the bathroom that he located his boyfriend.  "Hey Bri,"
Nick grinned.  "It's insane out there," Brian said.  "I thought
you would have been torn apart by now."  "Nah," Nick said,
taking a swig from a bottle of alcohol.  "I'm cool."  "Smoke?"
the young guy who was in the bathroom with Nick offered Brian
a hit of his joint.  "No, thanks," Brian said.  "Come on, Nick,
let's get out of here."  "Why do you want to go?" Nick asked.
He took a long drag off the joint and passed it back to random
Euro dude.  "Nick, it's a mad house out there, and I don't
want to hang out in a bathroom all night either."  "Well, let's
take the party back to the hotel," Nick said.  He slid off
the sink and slapped his new little friend on the arm.  "You
want to come party with us tonight?"  "Ja, that will be so
cool."  "Nick..." Brian groaned.  Nick walked unsteadily over
to Brian and slipped an arm around his waist.  "Threesome," he
whispered in Brian's ear.  "Nick, no," Brian said.  "Bad idea."
Nick grinned.  "C'mon Bri, it'll be awesome.  What's your name?"
he asked Euro boy loudly.  "Hans."  "What?"  "Hans." "What?"
"He said Hans, now come on Nick, let's get out of here," Brian
said, grabbing Nick's hand.  "Wait up," Nick said.  Euro boy gave
him the joint again.  Brian stood with his arms folded waiting.
He could just imagine the police coming in at this moment.  Hans
threw the wrapped end into a toilet and flushed.  "We go now?" he
asked.  "Ja, ja," Nick laughed, and he clung to the guy as they
walked out.  As expected, Nick and Brian were immediately attacked
as they emerged from the bathroom, but the three of them formed a
sort of human shield and forced their way out of the club.  They
walked to the street car station and Hans flagged down a passing car
to take them to their hotel.

For some reason, Brian had ended up in the front seat of the car,
which wasn't terribly convenient since he didn't speak German and
had no idea how to get to the hotel.  He glanced over his shoulder
several times, not too pleased to see Nick and Hans kissing, with
tongue.  The driver didn't seem to care, and Brian prayed that he had
no idea who the Backstreet Boys were.  "Shit, there's a crowd in the
lobby," Brian said after they were dropped off.  "Can we go in back?"
Nick asked.  "We'll have to try."  The three guys wandered around
to the back of the hotel, but the place was too small to have an
alternate entrance.  Brian and Hans waited while Nick decided to
throw up, and then they made their attempt to get to the elevators.

It didn't work, and they were immediately surrounded by a small
crowd of fans.  They rushed to the elevators and mostly ignored
the fans who jostled to get close to them, shouting their names
and sticking things at them to sign, taking flash photographs.
They didn't seem to care that Nick was trashed and Brian looked
like he wanted to rip their heads off.  This might be their only
chance to take their own picture of a real life Backstreet Boy.
"Jesus, finally," Brian said once they were safe and sound in the
hotel room.  Nick stumbled over to the bed and laid down.  Hans
decided to accompany him and they began making out.  Brian sat
down in an armchair and just stared at them.  "What the hell,
Nick," Brian said softly, but out loud.

"Brian," Nick said, "come here..."  Hans had unbuttoned Nick's
shirt and was kissing his chest and stomach.  Nick stroked Hans'
blond hair and gave him a little push in a southern direction.
Brian came and sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head at
Nick.  "Kiss me Brian," Nick said with a smile.  "Please?"  "Not
while some other guy is sucking your dick," Brian said.  "Ahhh,"
Nick sighed loudly as Hans took his penis into his mouth, "yes...
Bri, come lie down with me..."  He patted the bed on the other
side of him, and finally Brian did so, kissing Nick on the neck
and cheek.  Nick was panting and letting out little moans, and
Brian was getting turned on despite himself, watching his lover
getting pleasured by somebody else, seeing Hans try to take all
of Nick's big cock in his mouth, knowing how it felt, how it
tasted.  "Bri," Nick sighed, "fuck me, now..."  "I don't want
to with this guy here," Brian said, but he stroked Nick's chest
and sidled up closer to him.  "I want your dick," Nick moaned,
rubbing his ass against Brian's crotch, feeling his lover's
erection through his pants.  "You'll get it baby,"  Brian said.
"Ahh, Brian," Nick groaned, "I want to cum with you in me..."
"I'm not sharing you."  "Oh please, baby..."  "No," Brian
said, loving the feeling of Nick shifting his ass around against
his crotch, rubbing against him and slamming his body back.
Nick moaned louder and began to thrust hard into Hans' mouth as
the German sucked him obediently.  Nick was too drunk to get off,
though, and Hans' jaw was getting tired waiting for the Backstreet
Boy to cum, so he began to jack Nick off instead.  The big blond
moaned and squirmed, but after a few minutes this had not gotten
them anywhere, and finally Brian grabbed Hans' wrist and told him
to get the hell out of their hotel room.

Brian shut the door with a grin.  His dick was aching by this time,
and he stripped quickly and took Nick in his arms.  "Fuck me hard,"
Nick said, licking Brian's face and biting his lower lip.  "You
know I will," Brian said, thrusting his tongue into Nick's mouth
and then slamming his cock into Nick's ass, fucking him up against
the wall like it was their last opportunity to have sex for the
next decade.  Brian yelled when he came, feeling spurt after spurt
of his cum shoot into Nick's pleasingly tight ass, and then he
clung to his lover, kissing him tenderly and smoothing Nick's
sweaty hair back from his face.  His worn-out partner kept his
eyes shut, but smiled broadly as he said, "nice work Bri."  "You
liked that baby?"  "Uh huh... you're so awesome."  "Hmmm," Brian
sighed contentedly as he fell asleep nestled on Nick's shoulder.