Date: Sun, 14 May 2000 18:55:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: B-Rok Fan <brokfan_1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Coming True Part 4

Formality time... this in no way is to represent anyone, dead, alive, or
pop star.  It does not imply that any Backstreet Boy is gay, bisexual, or
anything else for that matter.  If a Backstreet
 Boy happens to be reading this, please drop me a line.  If you shouldn't read this (you know who
 you are) then don't.

I also want to go on the record as saying that I love my cat and I'm glad
he's not dead.  Teeheehee, little inside story. (if you wanna know, just
ask)

Thanks to Yuli for giving the the inspiration to get back out here and post
the next installment.


Dreams Coming True Part 4

	After Brian's confession, all I could do was sit there, for what
seemed like an eternity.  I never took my eyes off of his, in search of the
least bit of doubt or uncertainty.  With my hands still in Brian's I leaned
back and let out a deep breath that I didn't even realize I had been
holding.  I had come out to a couple of people before, but never had the
experience of someone else telling me they were gay... I honestly didn't
know how to react.

	"I... I don't know what to say," I stammered out while trying to
come up with something better.

	"Say you'll go out with me," Brian said with a huge grin.  His eyes
sparkled with what looked like hope, and I could feel myself being drawn
into them.

	I felt much more comfortable knowing that he didn't mind that I was
gay, but at the same time a hundred times more nervous at the thought of
this incredible guy asking me out.  "Brian Thomas Littrell, are you asking
me out on a date?" I whispered, so no nosey passers-by would hear me.

	"Yes, Joshua Lawson, that is exactly what I'm doing," Brian said as
he took one his hands from mine and brought it up to stroke the side of my
face. "Well?"

	"Well what?"

	Brian looked pleasently frustrated, which is exactly what I was
trying for. "Listen, I really like you.  I know we've only known each other
for about half a day, but I think that I'd like to at least try something
between us.  Like I said, we have a few days off, and I would like to spend
that time getting to know you."

	"Well when you put it like that, how could I resist?" I said while
taking Brian's hand in mine and bringing it up to my face to run it along
my jawline.

	Out of the corner of my eye I saw a teenage couple headed our
direction holding each others' hands. I new they probably wouldn't notice
us but didnt want to take the chance, so I quickly forced Brian's hand down
and pretended to be very interested in the stack of napkins on the table in
front of me.  When Brian saw what was going on, he quickly did the same.

	The boy and girls walked briskly by without so much as a glace.

	As soon as they were out of hearing distance, our hands quickly
found each other across the table again.

	"So, did you have any idea?" I asked while removing my hand from
his to attempt to scrape the last bit of melted ice cream from the bowl in
front of me, which no longer seemed at all appitizing after the revelations
that had just been made by both of us.

	"Josh, do you wanna get out of here?" Brian said hopefully. I could
tell that eating was no longer at the top of his list, either.

	"Desperately!" I said while moving to pick-up my partially eaten
sundae.

	"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." Brian said with a
swat at my hand.

	"I am not going to argue with that," I said as I followed him to a
nearby garbage can.

	After disposing of the remains of our midnight snack, I stood next
to Brian momentarily, unsure of how to act in such a situation. This was my
first experience with someone that I could have a romantic relationship
with. I racked my brian for an idea of what to do.

	"How 'bout a walk," I suggested.

	"A walk sounds perfect," he said softly.

	Despite the fact that it was almost 2 A.M. the streets in this part
of Nashville were not exactly emtpy so Brian and I fought the urge for our
hands to come together again, as we walked in the direction of what looked
to be a small park.

	When we were pretty sure that no one was withing eavsdropping
distance, we picked up our conversation where it left off.

	"Did I know that you were gay?" Brian said bringing back the
question I had asked him earlier. "Well, yeah, after that good luck kiss I
had a pretty good idea. That and we don't usually get that many guys
backstage if you know what I mean."

	"Yeah, I can imagine." I wasn't really paying attention to where I
was walking and stumbled on a rock and began to topple over. It couldn't
have taken over a second, but I saw it all happen as if it was slow motion.
My left foot slipped causing my knee to buckle and sending me flying
backwards. Seeing this, Brian quickly threw his right arm behind me and
grabbed my left arm with his left hand, supporting me, and keeping me from
busting my head on the sidewalk.

	We stayed in that pose like a perfect picture of frozen time,
staring into each others eyes.  Brian's blue eyes lit by moonlight, seemed
to show his very soul.  His face came closer to mine, so close that I could
feel his warm breath on my lips.

	"FREEZE FAGGOTS!" Brian and I both jumped to our feet and saw a
large man with a pistol pointed at us both. I could smell the distinct odor
of booze on the man from five feet away. "I hate to spoil you queers'
tender moment here, but if I don't see a really good reason not to blow
both your ass banging heads off right now, thats what I'm gonna do!"

	I'm not sure which I found more shocking, the large man with a gun
or the fact that he had noticed that we were gay.

	"Just chill, man! Here take this, all of it!" Brian said while
jumping in front of me and fumbling hundred dollar bills out of his wallet.

	"That's a li'l more like it!" the drunk man said as he took the
money from Brian's trembling hand. As soon as he stuffed the money in his
coat pocket he gave Brian a blow to the face that knocked him back into my
arms.

	No man, no matter how drunk, or ugly, or dangerous was ever going
to hurt someone I cared about. In my anger I attacked the man. Even though
I am a pretty big guy, he quickly overpowered me and threw me down next to
Brian. The next thing I heard was a loud bang, and felt a sharp pain in my
left shoulder. When the creep saw he had shot someone, he took off running.

	I laid my head back and gritted through the pain, "Brian, are you
all right?"

	Brian's head appeared in front of my face, and I could see blood
running from his nose.  "Oh my God! Josh! You've been shot!" The worry in
his face was apparent, as he grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and
dialed 911 and started screaming into the phone.

	I just laid my head back and must have passed out, because the next
think I remembered was being carried into an ambulance and seeing Brian
crying as the doors of the ambulance closed.


	I arrived soon at the hospital. I made sure that Fiona knew what
had happened and before long was laying alone in a room.  My injury wasn't
serious, but the doctors felt that I should stay over night because I
passed out after I was shot, for fear I may have a concussion or shock.

	After talking to the police about what had happened, I lay in bed
going over in my head the events of the previous night, when there was a
light knock on the door and it slowly swung open. Fiona poked her head in
and as soon as she saw me, she ran over and grabbed me in a forceful hug.

	"Ow! Hey loosen up a little! Injured man here!" I said while
wiggling out of Fi's grasp.
	"Oh God! Josh what happened?! How did you get from being at a
Backstreet Boys concert to laying in a hospital room with a bullet wound?!"

	"Fi, sweetie, you don't know the half of it," I said with a sigh. I
then explained to her all that happened between me and Brian and about our
attacker and how I got shot.


	"You mean you got shot trying to protect Brian?"

	I had never even thought of it like that. "Wow, I guess I did." I
actually felt really good knowing that I had done something so noble.

	We sat in silence for a moment. Fi just sat there, and gave me the
support that I needed.  Then a thought hit me like a ton of bricks.  "Fi!
What about my parents?"

	"Don't worry. I called them first thing. They should be here soon."

	"What am I gonna tell them? How can I ever explain this all to
them? I can't tell them I'm gay! I just can't! There is no way to ever make
them see any sense in this." I was at the point of tears when there was
another knock.

	I dryed my eyes and tried to put on the healtiest face possible,
expecting to see my parents walk in. I won't deny that I was surprized to
see the face of an angel instead... an angel with a swollen and bruised
nose.

	I could tell from Brian's red eyes that he had been crying. When Fi
saw him coming she stood up from the bed to give him a place close to me to
sit. "I am going to go downstairs for a few minutes." Fi said while exiting
the room. I loved her for being so great and giving us time alone.

	"Hey, beautiful." I said, trying to sound as comforting as
possible.

	He looked away from me for a second, and when he returned his eyes
to mine I saw a tear ran down his face. "Oh Josh, I'm so sorry this
happened to you! It's all my fault you got hurt!"  He was crying freely
now.

	I sat up straight in bed and fought the pain in my shoulder as I
put my arm around him and pulled him close rubbing the back of his
head. "Brian, listen to me. This was in no way your fault. I'm fine, and
you're fine, and that's all that matters, right?"

	"Yeah, but I still feel responsible," he said with a shudder.

	I put my hands on each side of his head and looked him in the
eyes. "Brian, I care about you, and I don't want to see you beating
yourself up about this, when there is nothing you could have done." I then
brought his face to mind and gave him a very soft tender kiss.

	Brian backed his head from mine with a small smile tickling the
sides of his lips. He then leaned down and gave me another kiss, this one a
bit less innocent... but it didn't last long.

	"Ouch!" Brian said while grabbing his nose. "I forgot about that. I
guess we'll both have to take it easy for while."

	I couldn't help but giggle at the adorable look on his face. "But
where's the fun in that?"

	Suddendly there was a knock at the door.  We quickly separated and
put on the face of innocence as my parents came in.

	My Dad was the first to see me sitting in the bed, and pushed past
Brian like he wasn't even there.  He grabbed me in a forceful hug much like
Fi had given me earlier.

	"Ow! Ow! Ow! Please ease up a little," I said with a soft laugh, to
show that I was really OK, just a little sore.

	"Josh! What happened?" my Dad asked with a note of panic in his
voice.

	"Well, I got shot, Daddy," I said like it was not big deal, "but I
am going to be fine.  It's just a flesh wound."

	"How did you get shot? Where were you?" my Mom asked.

	Brian took this as his cue to speak up. "Actually he got shot
helping me."

	"What do you mean helping you? Who are you?" My Mom was not a very
big fan of pop music, obviously.

	"I'm sorry, I guess some introductions are in order. My name is
Brian Littrell. I am a member of the Backstreet Boys," he said while
extending his hand toward my father.

	My Mom obviously realized then where she had seen him before and
jumped in front of him taking his hand and shaking it
vigorously. "Mr. Littrell, I'm sorry. I should have recognized you."

	Brian amazed me how he could go onstage and peform for millions,
but when a little bit of attention was given to him in private he blushed
every time. "Think nothing of it ma'am. Please call me Brian. Your son over
there deserves all the attention. He saved me from an attacker in the
park."

	My Mom's eyes went wide and she ran over to my bedside. "Is that
true?!" I couldn't tell if she was happy or angry.

	"Yeah, I had to. I couldn't just let Brian get hurt," I said with a
smile directed at Brian.

	"What were you doing alone in the park?" my dad asked.

	"I don't know, I just felt like going for a walk, I guess," I said
while giving Brian a 'help me' face, pleading for him to help me out with
my story.

	Brian took my look as his turn to talk. "After the concert I needed
some fresh air so I went walking in the park to clear my head, and some guy
pulled a gun on me and took my money and gave me this bruise," Brian said
while indicating his swollen nose.

	"I heard yelling so I had to see what was going on. I came up on
Brian and his attacker and saw him punch Brian and I just lost it. The next
thing I knew I was on the ground shot." It was close enough to the truth.

	"That's right. Josh is my hero," Brian said with a cute
impersonation of a southern belle.

	"I can't believe it. My son, the hero," my Dad said proudly.

	I was ready to get back to where Brian and I were earlier, so I
feigned a yawn.

	"Oh honey, are you tired?" my Mom said.

	"Yeah, I guess getting shot really takes it out of ya." I said
lazily.

	"OK, why don't we get out of here and let you get some rest."

	"Thanks, Mom." I said as she leaned down and gave me a kiss on the
forehead, followed by my Dad who did the same.

	"Brian, would you mind staying a minute longer? I want to talk to
you about something." I said with a wink, while my parents were turned
away.

	"Sure," he said enthusiastically.

	"OK, honey, we will be back in a little while. We love you!" my Mom
said sweetly.

	"I love y'all, too," I said with the same motherly tone she used on
me.

	"Brian, it was a pleasure meeting you," my father said while
shaking Brian's hand.

	After a few more words my parents finally left Brian and I alone
again.

	"You're parents seem really nice," Brian said as he sat back down
beside me on my bed.

	"They have they're moments, I guess," I said as I ran my hand up
along the side of his face and then through his hair.

	"Now where were we?" he said as he leaned in close and brought his
lips to mine. I loved the way he tasted. I felt his tongue run along my
lips and opened my mouth to allow him entry.

	When we finally separated we were both out of breath. "Wow," was
all I could say for a moment. "I didn't think we were quite 'there' yet!"

	"Well, I imbellished it a little maybe!" Brian said with that now
too familiar twinkle in his eye.

	"Brian, I am really tired," I managed to get out with a yawn. I
didn't realize how tired I was until I leaned back against my pillows.

	"Do you want me to go so you can sleep?" Brian said, lovingly.

	"No, would you sing for me?" I said with a hopeful grin.

	"I'd love to sing for you."

	I turned over so I could watch Brian as he sang me to sleep.

	"I'd go anywhere for you, anywhere you ask me to.
	I'd do anything for you, anything you want me to.
	I'd walk halfway around the world for just one kiss from you.
	Far beyond the call of love, the sun, the stars, the moon.
	As long as your love's there to lead me
	I won't lose my way believe me
	Even through the darkest night you know..."

To be continued...

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