Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 10:34:28 EDT
From: GrapeNeil@aol.com
Subject: Getting Reacquainted (Part XII)
DISCLAIMER: This story is not for those under the age of 18 years (21 in
some areas). It includes discriptions of male/male sexual acts. This
story includes celebrity persona; however, it is not meant to imply or
suggest the sexual orientation of those celebrities.
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Getting Reaquainted
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by Neil
Please e-mail me at GrapeNeil@aol.com
Part XII
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I wake up with a Backstreet Boy in my bed. This time it's my
boyfriend. When he hears me stir, he opens his eyes. "Good morning."
"Hey, you. When did you get into bed with me?"
"Just a couple hours ago. I woke up, but couldn't get back to sleep.
I figured it might help if I was with you."
"And did it?"
"Sure did." I scoot over to lay my head on his bare shoulder. I lay
my arm across his chest and close my eyes again. "Chris?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
I pick my head up to kiss his shoulder, then lay it back down. "I
love you, too." We lay there for about 10 minutes before the phone rings.
"Crap." I pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Yes, this is the front desk. We've had some complaints about the
refridgeration units. May I ask if your refridgerator is running?"
I listen for the hum of the motor. "Yes, it is."
"THEN YOU'D BETTER GO CATCH IT!!" They laugh.
"Freakin' hilarious, Nick. Goodbye." I hang up. Just two seconds
later, it rings again. "Hello?"
"I'm looking for.....hahaha....I. P. hahahaah...Freely"
"Howie, leave the joking up to Nick and AJ. _They_ can do it without
laughing." I hang up again. And it rings again. "What?"
"This is your neighbors down the hall. Do you have pop in a can?"
"Of course I do, Kevin, and I'll let him out as soon as you guys STOP
CALLING ME!!!" I hang up the phone. "Brian, your bandmates are pains in
my ass."
"Try being with them for six years."
"Hopefully I will be." I look into his eyes and smile. He smiles
back. We kiss. He lets my tongue enter his mouth.
Then the sound of eight fists pounding on the door. AJ yells, "You
two decent?"
Brian gets up and opens the door just a crack, then hops back into the
bed. The guys walk in.
"We were having a very nice morning until four idiots started calling
me." They laugh. "We were just about right here." I resume kissing
Brian.
"Please stop it" AJ requests. I move on top of Brian then stop
kissing him. I wink at him slightly. Then I move down on him. I kiss
down his chest. Then I'm completely covered by the sheets and comforter.
I'm not doing anything to him under here, but Brian moans and starts moving
his body.
"I'm going to be sick! Let's get out of here" Nick says, and the four
turn to leave. Brian and I burst out laughing, so they stop. I come up
from under the covers and flop down on my side of the bed.
I say, "You guys are too easy."
Kevin says, "That was just too sick to be funny."
Brian replies, "Well, I kinda enjoyed it."
AJ: "Of course _you_ did."
I say, "I like the real thing better." Brian makes a sound in his
throat, and we kiss more.
Howie pleads, "Would it help if we begged you two to stop it?"
"Well, I guess you're right. I mean, we do have _all_ day."
Nick pops up in his chair. "Free day?"
I smile. "Free day." Yells of excitement (or relief).
We enjoy a nice, unhurried breakfast down in the hotel's dining area.
After breakfast, we start talking about what we want to do today.
Nick: "Hey, Rok, wanna play some ball? There's a court two blocks
away."
Brian looks at me. "Go ahead, Brian, I wanted to go shopping with
Howie, AJ, and Kevin anyways."
"Alright. I'll miss you as I'm showing Nick how it's done." Nick
starts with a comeback, but I guess he either decides against it or can't
think of one.
"Where do we head to first, gentlemen?" Kevin asks.
"Let's just walk. We'll run into a store eventually" Howie answers.
"Sounds good to me."
We walk around the streets for a while, stopping in just a few
clothing stores. I don't know why, but I actually let them convince me to
buy some clothing that was just _not_ me. They told me I need a new look.
"What is wrong with my look?"
AJ answers, "Well, you're Brian's age, but you dress like you're a
middle-aged businessman or something. Come on, you're still young, be
wild!"
"Fine. You guys pick out some clothes, and I'll okay them." This
sent them into a craze while they picked out a bunch of bright, flashy
clothes. AJ brought me this silver shirt that almost blinded me. "No."
Howie picks out a shirt that has a bunch of different colors all over it.
"I don't think so." Kevin actually brings me something that I like: a
tight-fitting, blue shiny shirt that changes shades from different angles.
He rubs it in the guys' faces that he was the first to get something I
liked. I tried it on, and it met with their approval. They brought me
more outfits to try, and I ended up buying most of them. Kevin decided for
me that I would wear the last outfit I tried on out of the store. It was a
short-sleeve, deep maroon, velvet-like shirt that had these weird hook
things for buttons and a pair of black pants.
AJ looks me up and down. "You know what I'm thinking, guys?"
Howie looks at him and nods. "Red or blonde?"
Kevin says, "I think red."
AJ adds, "Just streaks in the front."
"Oh, no, there is absolutely NO way...."
The stylist washes the coloring out of my hair. After she's done
blowdrying and fixing it with some mousse, she spins me around to let me
look in the mirror. "Oh my...." This person doesn't even look like me any
more. Besides the red streaks, they convinced me to get the top part cut
shorter than the bangs, so my hair is longer in the front.
Kevin comments, "I like it!"
Howie says, "Lookin' good."
"Now _that_ is more like it" AJ says.
I reply, "You know? I kinda like it too." The Boys smile and shake
hands. "Now, Brian"
"Oh, screw Brian" AJ says. I give a dreamy look. He continues, "Oh,
nevermind...."
Kevin says, "I just saw that Chris has a noticable lack of jewelry."
"I hadn't even thought about that, Kevin. But you're right. Let's go
to that jewelry store down the street" AJ suggests.
"He'll wear them home" Howie answers for me. Two small silver rings
and what they call a "snake chain" [if you don't know what I'm talking
about, go to a jewelry store. They're pretty cool.].
"Well, I guess I'll wear them home then. Thank you for your help" I
say to the salesperson. She nods and waves goodbye. "I am sorry, guys,
but I am just not a jewelry person."
Kevin says, "You'll get used to it."
"I hope so. Man, I don't know what got into me today. I hadn't
planned on buying anything, except maybe a shirt or two. Instead, you guys
are having to help me with all these bags."
AJ: "Hey, we have that effect on people. It's kinda our fault you
have so much stuff anyway."
"_Kinda_ your fault?"
"Okay, it's _all_ our fault. But you'll like the new you, just wait
and see." I sigh and shake my head.
After putting all my new clothes away , I join the three in Howie's
room. We get to talking about nothing in particular. Then there's a knock
on the door. Howie gets up to answer it. Nick and Brian walk into the
room, smelling shower-fresh. Brian has his hands raised over his head in a
vicortious manner. When he sees me, he stops and blinks his eyes a couple
times. He lowers his arms and furrows his eyebrows. "What have you three
done to my boyfriend?"
I open my mouth several times to say something, but I don't know what
to say. Finally I spit out, "I guess they're really good at persuasion.
Or I'm really weak."
AJ says, "I think it's both." He, Howie, and Kevin laugh.
Nick says, "Cool. I like it."
I look at Brian. He's still making up his mind. He nods his head a
little and half-smiles. "Yeah." Relief. I jump up off of the couch and
go over and hug him. "Ouch!"
"What?" I move away from him. One of the hook things of my shirt is
caught on his tee shirt. After undoing that, I laugh. "Sorry."
He feels the fabric of my shirt. "Velvet. Sexy."
Nick jokes, "You're not going to jump him right _now_, are you?"
I look at Nick and say, "I wish he would, but we don't want to hear
you complain any more." Everyone laughs. I take a seat in an empty chair,
and Brian sits in front of me on the floor. Nick takes my spot on the
couch. "So, there's still plenty of Free Day left. Anybody got any
ideas?" I put my hands on Brian's shoulders; I notice that he's very
tense.
"I have no clue." Kevin replies.
I start rubbing Brian's shoulders. "Ooooohhh, that feels good." I
just smile.
Howie suggests, "Well, we could go watch a movie. We haven't done
that for a while."
Nick: "That sounds good."
They talk of a few more possibilites. I give Brian a massage the
whole time.
"Chris, what do you think?"
"A movie sounds good." I stop rubbing his shoulders.
"Hey, why'd you stop?"
"My hands got tired. Besides, you could hire someone to do that."
"I could also hire someone to sleep with me, but I'd still rather have
you do it." This earned him a slap on the back of the head. Everyone
laughs.
"Well, break out your wallet, 'cause you just might _have_ to hire
somebody for that."
Nick 'oooooohhhhh's, and everyone laughs.
We watched some new horror flick. Not really paying attention to the
movie, I look around. I notice two girls keep looking back at us. "Kevin,
you've got a couple fans in the middle row."
Kevin whispers, "I noticed. I don't think it'll be a problem though."
He resumes watching the movie.
After the movie was over and people began to get up out of their
seats, the two girls just spun around in theirs and watched us. We waited
until the rush to the door was over, then got up. The girls get up at the
same time we do, then come running up to us right before we get to the door
of the theatre. "Excuse me?" one girl, with short brown hair, says. We
all turn around.
Howie answers, "Yes?"
"Oh my God, it _is_ them!" says the other girl. She then proceeded to
bounce up and down excitedly.
AJ tells her, "Whoa, calm down."
They exchanged 'hello's and other pleasantries, then the girls asked
for their autographs. When that was over with, we leave and get into the
limo.
Nick looks at his watch. "It's only after 5 o'clock. What are we
going to do now?"
I say, "I plan on spending a couple hours in my bedroom. If only
_someone_ were nice enough to join me...." Nick rolls his eyes.
Brian: "Hhhmm...I think I might be able to squeeze that in my
schedule."
"Good."
AJ jokes, "Yeah, I think I could even join you two."
"I don't know, AJ. Three's a crowd. Or, depending on the situation,
it could be called an orgy." Everyone laughs.
Brian opens the door for me. "Thank you, kind sir."
"You're very welcome" he replies as he shuts the door after walking in
after me. I sit on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes and socks, then
fall backwards onto the bed. I pat the mattress beside me, and Brian lays
down.
"I didn't tell you there's a new part to my dream. I touch you, your
face I think it is, and a white light appears. It feels like it pulls me
into you. But then I woke up." No use telling him exactly _when_ I had
this new part of the dream; couldn't make him feel guilty again about the
snake thing.
"Hhhmm...interesting."
"Well, Mr. Dream Analysis, what does it mean?"
"Hey, I haven't read the whole thing, let alone memorized all the
symbols and stuff. But if you'd like me to go get the book"
"No, don't leave me here all alone." I scoot myself up so that my
whole body is on the bed. He does the same and crosses his arms behind his
head. I turn sideways to face him. I put my hand over his face and
lightly let my fingers run over his lips. He closes his eyes. After a few
minutes, I speak. "Brian, you are so special to me. Whenever you're near,
I feel like I could run the world around and never tire. And your love,
your love feels like it could fill all the oceans. I never thought I'd
ever find something like this. I truly love you, Brian, with all of my
being." My hand has come to a rest on his heart; I can feel the little
pulses as it beats. He puts a hand over mine and opens his eyes. He turns
his head towards me. His thumb strokes the back of my hand. Then he takes
it in both of his hands.
"Chris, my love for you _could_ fill all the oceans. And all the
lakes, rivers, and streams. And when _you're_ around, I feel like I'm
floating off of the ground. Your love lifts me higher than I have ever
been. I feel like I could give up everything I have and still be the
happiest man on this great Earth as long as you're with me. As for finding
something like this, we've had it all along." He smiles.
After a minute of looking at his perfect face: "Hey, Brian, I have a
crazy idea."
"What's that?"
"Let's get married."
This surprises him. He lets the shock disappear from his face, then
says, "Chris, you know I couldn't."
"I didn't exactly mean legally or anything. We'll hold our own
ceremony. Just the two of us. I just want to show you how much I care for
you and love you."
He smiles, then looks up at the ceiling. "Alright. Let's do it."
"No, no, no. _That_ will have to wait until our honeymoon." He
chuckles. "So, I guess this means we have some ring-shopping to do."
"Oh, I didn't even think of that. You know people will see the ring
on my finger and think"
I interrupt him. "Then we'll wear the rings on our right pinkie
fingers. Nobody will care about that." I get up from the bed and get a
sheet of paper and a pencil. I tear two little strips off. I wrap one
around his pinkie finger and mark it. He does the same for my finger.
Then he stuffs the strip of paper in his pocket.
We lay back down beside each other, only this time we're not sideways
across the bed. Again he lays on his back and I lay sideways facing him.
I put my hand on his chest and move my fingers back and forth just a
little. I softly begin to sing:
"When I first saw you, I already knew. There was something inside of
you. Something I thought that I would never find. Angel of mine."
He turns to me and continues:
"I look at you, looking at me. Now I know why they say the best
things are free."
But he is cut off by the phone. "If that is the other guys, they're
dead." I answer the phone. "Hello?"
"Chris?" My mother's voice.
"Yeah, mom, it's me. How are you?"
"Not too good right now. That's why I'm calling. Your aunt Beth is
sick. They don't know what's wrong. Your father and I are going to Little
Rock to visit. We don't know how long we're going to be gone, so I had to
call you to let you know."
"Alright. Give her my regards, and tell her I love her. You two have
a safe trip. Call me and keep me updated."
"I will, Chris. I love you."
"I love you too, mom. Bye." We hang up. "You wouldn't happen to
remember my aunt Beth, would you?"
"Is she the one who was always a bit _too_ happy about things?"
"No, that was aunt Alice. Aunt Beth was the Grinch who stole
Christmas."
"Oh! _Now_ I remember." He laughs a little. "That was crazy, wasn't
it? It was the first time I was at your house. I guess that was the first
year we were friends. Your mom and Alice...well, I just thought they had
been into the eggnog already. I guess those two make up for your aunt
Beth's attitude."
"Yeah, they certainly do." I take up the story. "So you were meeting
everyone and adjusting to being around my family, when Aunt Beth goes into
her dissertation about why kids are all spoiled brats who shouldn't be
celebrating Christmas when they don't know what it's about. Of course _we_
did, but she was always a negative person."
He takes up the story again. "So, after she ruins the joy of the
whole evening, she has to be the first person up in the morning. I guess
she wanted to make sure she could yell at the two of us when we ran down
the stairs to get to our presents. She really made me feel awful. Like
opening the gifts was a sin."
"Me too. I bet you regretted coming to my house and swore you'd never
do it again."
"That's for sure. That is, until"
"Let's not go there, Brian." That particular part of Memory Lane was
not the most pleasant for me.
"Okay." And he understood that. "Anyway, what about her?"
"Mom says she's sick. They don't know what it is. My parents are
flying to Little Rock to visit, so she just thought she'd tell me....I hope
she's going to be alright."
"I'm sure she will be."
We lay silently for a long time. I guess it was a long time because
he fell asleep. I didn't notice until he mumbled something. Once I saw he
was asleep, Nature played a cruel prank: I had to go to the bathroom. So I
get up slowly and be as quiet as possible. Once I'm through, I decide that
getting back into the bed without waking him would be much more difficult.
In a sudden flash of inspiration, I get my sketch pad and pencils out of my
bag.
I turn on the electric fireplace (just doesn't feel the same) and turn
down the lights. I pull up a chair to the end of the bed and open the
book. I draw the beautiful scene in front of me: my true love sleeping
peacefully in the bed. Unlike the other drawing, I decided to color this
one. The orange glow from the fake fireplace was surprisingly easy to
copy. On the sheets, over his body (I drew him without a shirt even though
he was wearing one), and on his face. I decided to add some candles and a
rose to make it more romantic. Smiling, I sign the picture. I also add
the date and place. I went back and did the same to the other picture of
him. I close the book and put it back in my bag. Then I quietly leave the
room to find the others.
I put my ear up to each door, finding them in Howie's room. I knock.
Howie answers the door, obviously out of breath. When he sees it's me, he
gasps. "Are you alone?" I nod. He gets a look of relief and says, "Come
on in." The others are watching the tv and still laughing. Glancing at
the screen, I see the footage of Brian with make-up on. I start to laugh
and shake my head. Nick, who is in charge of the remote, rewinds it.
I say, "He would kill us all if he knew we were watching this. How
many times have you guys rewound it?"
Kevin answers, "I lost count in the 40's." I was about to ask if he
was serious, but then I remembered who I was talking to.
After I got there, we watched it five more times. "Okay, I've had
enough already. I don't know how you all can stand to watch that over 50
times. Let's watch something else."
Nick agrees and turns off the tape. There's a knock at the door.
Howie answers it, and he brings back a tray of food. We all practically
race towards it. Desserts. I reach for a slice of
double-chocolate-make-your-teeth-rot cake, but Kevin beats me to it.
"Kevin Richardson, you better let me have that...."
"Now why would I do that?"
"Because I'm a chocoholic. I love chocolate. KEVIN, I NEED IT!!!!"
Brian says from the doorway, "Hey, getting it from someone behind my
back is bad enough, but it being my cousin is just plain cruel." I guess
he only heard the latter part of my comment. Kevin and I look at him and
smile.
Then I get a pouting face. I whine, "Brian, he took my cake!"
Kevin also mimicks a child. "Did not! I got it first!"
"Nu-nuh!"
"Uh-huh!"
Brian got a deep, fatherly tone. "That's enough, you two. You can
split it and another dessert." I made a mean, scrunched-up face at Kevin.
He sticks his tongue out at me. Then he brings the plate up to his mouth
and licked the entire piece of cake. He laughs when he sees my gaping
mouth, angered look, and clenched fists.
"That won't stop me, Kevin. Remember, I _like_ other guys' saliva."
AJ and Howie each just about choke on their desserts. Nick just laughs.
Kevin then made to sneeze on it. He moved his head back a little
while taking in short inhales. Plan! I timed it just right: when he
jerked his head down to fake-sneeze on it, I brought my hand up under the
plate, sending the cake right onto his face. Everyone, except him, bursts
out in laughter. He slowly lowers the plate from his face. The chocolate
icing and bits of cake are plastered from his eyebrows down to his lower
lip. He slowly moves his hand up to wipe the cake from his eyes. He licks
his lips and says, "AJ, I believe you have a line here."
AJ first looks confused, then remembers. He clears his throat and
says, "Uh-oh."
"WAIT!" I hold up my hands just as they all arm themselves. "NOT in
a hotel room. Management has made it _very_ clear that this is not to
happen, _again_." They all lower their weapons. "I apologize I almost got
this started, but it was a lesson to Kevin, to _all_ of you: Never mess
with my chocolate." Brian, Howie, and Nick smile.
Kevin: "Then I guess I've learned my lesson. Now I have to go clean
up."
I spy a glass of water out of the corner of my eye, just within arm's
reach. Should I? Nah, I've had enough fun for one evening.
Kevin notices the direction where I'm looking, and he sees the glass
of water. "Decided against it, huh?" He looks funny talking with that
chocolate all over his face.
I smile. "Yeah, I've had my fun."
He very quickly says, "Then it's time for mine!" He grabs the glass
and splashes the water towards me. Since he gave a warning, I had plenty
of time to duck. Unfortunately, Brian was coming up behind me. The water
hit his face and chest. I look up from my ducking position. The look on
Brian's face makes me laugh; everyone else joins me.
Once I'm in a standing position, I take a step over to Brian. "Honey,
you're all wet. Let's get that shirt off." Okay, I don't know why my wet
boyfriend was turning me on right then. I help him remove his shirt,
revealing his muscular, very sexy chest. "Damn, you're a hottie." Then,
surprising him, I grab him and kiss him.
Now, before this, I didn't know there was such a thing as "The Kiss".
"The Kiss" is the _one_ kiss that...words can't even describe it. But you
know it when it happens. For many, it is the first kiss. The world melted
away. I was oblivious to the other Boys, any other sounds, even the fact
that I was standing. There was only Brian and me. My very soul felt like
it was invaded by his. My heart was racing in time with his. Our embrace
felt like it would hold us together for eternity. It felt like we were
actually becoming one. I don't know how long we kissed. But when we
actually stop, he looks into my eyes with a look of disbelief.
I look back and forth between his eyes and see that he felt the same
thing I did. Our breathing is deep and a bit rapid. We look into each
others' eyes. My right arm is still around his neck while my left hand
holds his right hand at my side.
"HEY!!!" Kevin, AJ, Nick, and Howie yell, startling us out of our
reverie. We look towards them. The first thing I noticed is that Kevin is
already cleaned up.
"What?!" I yell back, a bit angry at being disturbed.
AJ answers, "You two have been going at it for almost 10 minutes.
We've been yelling at you for a minute now. It's like you two were on your
own planet or something."
Brian says, "I think we were." I look at him to see him looking at
me. He smiles that Brian-smile, and I can feel my legs turn to jelly. He
mouths something to me.
"What was that?" I lean in.
He whispers in my ear, "Your place or mine?"
I plainly say, "Neither." I wave my right pinkie finger at him.
"Remember?"
"But after that...?" he protests.
"Oh believe me, I don't want to wait either, but I can't brake my own
rule." He tries to contain a yawn, but fails. "See! You're sleepy
anyways. Let's go to bed." We said goodnight to everyone else and headed
to Brian's room. I removed my shirt and jeans and laid beside him. He
snuggled up into my arms, and soon enough he was snoring. I laid my head
back and thought about "The Kiss". Wow....
-----The Dream-----
When I touch Brian's face this time (after all the stuff you already
know), the white glow does pull me in. Into his body. I feel like I'm
floating in an empty space. It feels like hands are roaming across my
stomach. Then all of the sensations stop. I open my eyes, and I see a
brick wall in front of me. One brick is missing, so I look through it. I
see Brian on the other side, yelling....
To Be Continued....