Date: Thu, 16 Sep 1999 15:47:34 EDT
From: GrapeNeil@aol.com
Subject: Getting Reacquainted (Part VII)
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
e-mail me at GrapeNeil@aol.com
Part VII
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This isn't my cover. This isn't my room. Where am I? I sit up and
put my hand on my forehead, trying to remember. The TV's bolted to the
table. A hotel. Now I remember. The clock says it's 5:58. Just 24 hours
ago I was in the hospital in New York, recovering from a relapse to
sleeping pills. Now I was across the country with the biggest pop group in
the world. Quite a change.
I know myself well enough to know that I'm not going to fall back to
sleep, so I decide to get up. It feels like I need to stretch myself to
the ceiling. I'm feeling much stronger; I guess food did give me some
strength back. I grab a change of clothes from one of my bags and head to
the bathroom. The hot water feels so good. It wakes me up even more.
Although I feel like I could stay here forever, I know that I have to get
out.
I peek into Brian's room. He is still snuggled up in bed. I won't
wake him. Instead, I grab a sketch book and a couple pencils and head up
onto the roof.
The sun is rising, casting a pinkish glow over the city. I find the
view I want, then sit down on the cool, rocky roof. I start to draw. I
draw his figure first. Side view, looking over the city. I give him a
long coat, blowing in the wind. Then I add the rooftop and the buildings
beyond. The hill, then the clouds. Then I concentrate on his face. A
serious look, like he's trying to find that one person in the crowd below.
Proper shadowing, then a few little touch-ups.
"That's pretty good." The voice scares me, and I jerk. This causes
my pencil to slide across half of the picture. It's a light mark, but I
know it'll still be noticable after I try to erase it.
"Brian, what the heck? Look what you made me do. What are you doing
up here anyway? And what time is it?" I noticed that the sun has appeared
fully.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I couldn't find you, and I
know how you just _love_ heights. So I figured.... And it's just after
8."
I get up and turn to look at him for the first time. He's a
magnificent man. Simply beautiful in the sunlight. He takes the book from
my hands and examines it. "You did this from memory?" I put my hand on
the side of his face.
"I know you _that_ well. Besides, who can forget a face like this?"
I pinch his cheek and shake it back and forth, like some child's aunt.
"But there is _one_ thing I see I did forget." I take the sketch book back
and sign the picture. Brian smiles. He again takes the sketch book out of
my hands, and a pencil. He signs it along the top.
"Now it will _actually_ be worth something." I furrow my eyebrows and
drop my jaw at this. "There, now we're even." I smile. "I love it when
you smile."
"That's funny, 'cause it usually only happens when you're around." I
step up to him. He drops the sketch book and pencil and take me into his
arms. This time I let his tongue enter my waiting mouth. As we kiss, his
hands roam down my back to my ass. He gently squeezes. I moan. I slide
my hands up under his shirt and let them play on his muscular chest. Our
erection press against each other through the fabric of our pants, but we
both know that this is as far as it's oging to get for now. After about
five minutes of making out, we decide to go to breakfast.
The waiter hands me my apple juice. This time there's no hair in it.
He takes our orders and leaves. Just then, AJ slides in the booth ride
beside me. "Don't you just love these mornings, having breakfast with the
one you love?" he asks with a smile.
"Gee, AJ, I wouldn't know. Suddenly there's more people here than
just the one I love." I said this as Nick gets into the booth beside
Brian, pushing him up against the wall. Kevin and Howie join us in a
couple minutes.
Brian and I couldn't stop looking at each other throughout breakfast.
I don't know what it was, but we just couldn't keep our eyes away form each
other. I didn't hear half of what the other Boys were talking about. I
think at this moment I knew that I truly, undoubtedly loved Brian Littrell.
"We should be back in two hours, tops." Kevin assures me. After
breakfast, Brian escorted me to my room, and things were just starting to
get...heated. Kevin walked in on us and had to grab Brian by the throat to
'persuade' him to leave. "When we get back, you two can suck each others'
lips off all you want."
"Just lips?" First sexual joke I'd ever heard Brian crack. Kevin,
too, was surprised, and he released Brian and threw his arms up in the air.
They both leave, still laughing.
There. Done unpacking. We're going to be here a week, might as well
get this place as close to home as I can. Let's see...20 minutes?! _That_
only took 20 minutes? Yeah, this is going to be a fun hour and a half.
Well, I've roamed nearly every street in New York and survived, so why not
try Los Angeles?
Things seem so different here, yet so similar. The people are just as
fake. The air is just as nasty. The traffic is bad. Different people,
same roles. I stop in a pet store. I don't know why, but I head directly
to the snakes. Small, simple creatures. Yet how many people, myself
included, fear them. "Hey, buddy, you wanna buy one or just stare at it
all day?" The shopkeeper smiles thinking he made a joke. I smile out of
politeness and exit the store. I think I've already had enough of this
city.
The connecting door is thrown open. Brian hurriedly walks up to me
and kisses me hard. He unbuttons and unzips his pants as his tongue pushes
into my mouth. I stop kissing him. "Whoa there, cowboy! Just what do you
think you're doing?"
"Picking up where we left off."
"We weren't quite _there_." I pointed to the tent in his underwear.
"And we're not going to be for a while, remember? Slowly." At first he
got a look of disappointment, then he shook it off. He zipped his pants,
then started to turn away from me. I catch his arm to stop him. "But that
doesn't mean you can't have any of this." I step up to him and take his
earlobe in my mouth. I lick the outer rim of his ear, then inside his ear.
He starts to moan.
"That'll do just fine" he says like a cowboy. His Kentucky accent
helped some. I laugh a little, then walk around behind him to the other
ear. After I thought I had sufficiently made up to him, I stopped.
"Where are the other guys?"
"In Howie's room just chillin'."
"Let's go."
We hung out for a couple hours. Howie ordered a movie on
pay-per-view. We spent the whole time mimicking the characters. Kevin
does one good Christopher Walken. Sometimes we would mute it and make up
the lines. It was a blast.
After the movie, we decided to go down to the hotel's game hall that
Nick had found. After wasting enough quarters on video games, we decided
on a game of pool. Me, Howie, and Nick against Brian, Kevin, and AJ.
While Nick chalked his hands, he put his pool cue between his legs so it
wouldn't fall. It looked very suggestive. Howie noticed and said, "Nick,
in your dreams!" Nick didn't know what he was talking about at first, but
he caught on.
"Well, just because it's true...."
I pipe in, "If it's true, to Hell with you, Brian!" I starte to
laugh. Then I notice nobody else is laughing. "Hahaha...." Not Nick or
Howie. "...haha...ha..." Not AJ. I turn to Brian. He definitly isn't
laughing, and behind him, Kevin is shaking his head.
"...ha...ha.....eeeeuuuuu...." Yeah, I guess Brian is just as pious as
ever. What have I done? "Guys, could you excuse me and Brian for just a
minute?" They leave without a word. As I see the door close, I can feel
his eyes burning right through me. I turn to see a mixture of hurt and
anger on his face. "Brian, I'm really sorry. I was just joking around. I
didn't mean it like that." I go to hug him. I put my arms around him, but
he doesn't do the same for me. I whisper in his ear, "If you went, I'd
follow right behind. No, I'd go ahead of you. I'd burn in your fire to
save you from the pain." I felt one hand on my back. "I love you that
much, Brian Littrell." The second arm wraps around me, and he squeezes me
tight. After a minute, we break the hug. I look deep into his eyes. I
kiss him. Slowly. With all the love that I could put into the kiss. It
wasn't lustful; it wasn't a very hot kiss. But I felt that this was one of
the most important things in our relationship so far. As I move away from
his face, our eyes slowly open. We stare at each other for a minute. Then
I do my best at puppy-dog eyes. "Forgive me?"
"Yes, I forgive you. But stop trying to do that. You're no good at
it." He smiles and kisses me on the cheeck.
We walk out of the game room hand-in-hand. Howie, Nick, and AJ smile,
but Kevin glares at us. It takes me just a second to realize why, then I
release Brian's hand. We're in the lobby of a major hotel in LA; he can't
be seen holding a guy's hand. We all go back up to Brian's room. Just as
we enter, the phone rings. I go to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this one of the Backstreet Boys?" I didn't know who it was
or what they wanted.
"No, none of them are here right now." I gave the Boys a look.
"However, I am their personal assistant, so maybe I can help you?"
"Yeah, tell them we've got an emergency down here in the studio.
They're going to have to re-record their new song before we can mix the
radio cut."
"Alright I'll give them the message. Thank you. Bye." They all look
at me when I hang up the phone. "Well, Boys, your free day is over.
Emergency at the studio; you have to re-record." They all groan and roll
their eyes. They ask me to come along. Remembering my boredom this
morning, I decide to go.
"...That makes you larger....that makes you larger...that makes you
larger than life." Their group chorus recording is finally finished (after
many, many takes). Kevin and Howie come into the booth. Time for
individual recording. Brian's up first, then Nick, then AJ. 4 hours after
we arrived, we're all sick of hearing that song, but the recording is done.
We leave to get something to eat.
While eating, one little girl about 7 years old came up to our table
and asked for their autographs. They agreed, smiling the whole time. Once
she left, Nick said, "That's what it's all about." Everyone else nodded in
agreement. I squeezed Brian's hand under the table.
We went back to the hotel, this time to Nick's room. Again, the phone
rings. I answer. And again, it was the studio.
"Hey, Chris, this is Carl down at the studio."
"Hey, Carl." The Boys looked at me in disbelief. "What's up?"
"Why'd you all take off so soon? I go to the back to get some tapes,
when I come back, you're all gone! We have to have a meeting to discuss
how they want this thing done."
"Oh, so you need them for a meeting _this_ late in the evening?" They
all shook their heads NO and gave hateful looks. "Sorry, I can't commit
them to that, Carl. This was their closest thing to a free day here in LA,
and you've already ruined it. Let me look at their schedule." Kevin gets
up quickly from a chair and hands me a notebook. He points to a 1:00 time
slot. "How does 1 o'clock tomorrow sound? It's the best I can do."
"That'll be fine. Thanks, Chris." We hang up.
"How does he know?" Howie asks. We all chuckle.
"You guys really have to work 24-7?"
Nick answers, "Oh, yeah. Record execs and studios don't care about
our personal lives. They just want the product. Besides, it's what we do,
and it's been the best thing for us. So I guess we really can't complain."
"I think I would really hate it. I can't even imagine."
Brian chimes in, "Well, you're going to have to, hon. You're our
personal assistant. You get to go to all our meetings and everything!" He
bounces up and down on the couch very excitedly.
"Oh, goody...."
AJ: "Well, guys, if we start coming up with ideas now, the meeting
won't last so long." So they got into a conversation about the different
kinds of mixes and all that other stuff I don't understand yet. It was
nice to watch them just brainstorm and talk about it. Wow, to be a part of
this....
"Good night, dear." I kissed Brian on the forehead like his mother
would when I spent the night at his house when we were younger. He smiles.
It's after midnight, and he's exhausted. His breathing is louder now; he's
already asleep. I turn to the connecting doors to see Kevin standing
there. I walk up to him and motion him into my room. I close just my
side's door on my way into my room.
"You really love him, don't you?"
"Like nothing else." There was nothing I could do to stop that dreamy
look from crossing my face.
Kevin nods. "I want to apologize. About the way I acted at your
house. It wasn't any of my business. Heaven knows we don't get much of a
personal life, and for me to try to control Brian's was wrong."
"Apology accepted, Kevin. Don't beat yourself up about it. And I
have to apologize, too."
"For what?"
"Well, for yelling at you. Nick kinda interrupted us. And for the
whole balcony thing." He laughs. "What's so funny?"
"After I came back inside, I had to go to the bathroom. AJ saw me
coming out and said it looked like I had it scared out of me." I laugh.
"Apologies accepted." We stood there for a moment.
"Remember that time we were having a sleepover in the treehouse, and
Brian was the first to fall asleep?" He thinks about it, then a smile
crosses his face.
"Yeah, but I don't know about this. He was pretty tired tonight."
"Well then, he won't wake up. We just have to get everyone into his
room before he does in the morning."
"It's _your_ idea, so _you_ go get the stuff. And you have to say
it's your idea so he knows which one of us to kill."
"Alright, alright. You know where a 24-hour pharmacy is?"
"Yeah. Exit out the front and turn right. It's two blocks down, on
the corner." I still don't know how or why Kevin memorizes this kind of
stuff.
So I leave. I am actually afraid of the two-block walk. And I guess
I should be. There are a lot of weirdos out tonight. I make it to the
pharmacy. The lady behind the counter watches me oddly as I put the
various items into my basket, laughing quietly the whole time.
I walk back into my room to see Kevin still there alone, watching TV.
When he hears me, he turns off the tv and grabs the bag out of my hand.
"This is perfect! He'll kill _both_ of us for this."
We sneak into Brian's room. I go to one side of the bed; Kevin goes
to the other. And we carry out the plan.
"See you bright and early in the morning, Chris. We'll come by your
room before going to Brain's."
"Alright. Good night."
As I lay in my bed, I can't help but laugh. He got mad enough the
first time we did this to him, and it was only me and Kevin who saw him the
morning after. Now his best friends are going to see. And Howie is sure
to tape it! I wonder if I should write my will?
To Be Continued....