Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 13:32:39 EDT
From: Pierce Phillips <pierce_phillips@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pierce Straight to the Heart / 2 / boy-bands

This story is a complete work of fiction, and is not meant to imply
anything about anyone.  While some of the characters may be loosely based
on real people that I know, none are meant to actually represent anyone,
particularly any of the members of the Backstreet Boys.

As usual, if you are offended or made uncomfortable by material concerning
sexual relations between consenting adult men, lighten up or go somewhere
else.  Also, if it is in any way illegal for you to be reading this type of
thing, please don't.  Or do, just don't get caught.

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Drop me a line at pierce_phillips@hotmail.com to tell me how much you love
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Chapter Two

Pierce picked up the card that Kevin had given him off the dresser.  He had
been in LA for two weeks.  He had started filming the movie.  He was giving
a powerful breakthrough performance.  It was inevitable that he would be
thrust into stardom.  His appearance was right for a Hollywood leading man.
He had charm, intelligence and powerful family.  Interview requests were
lready stacking up.  A corporate heir apparent turns down a position
arguably more powerful than the President of the United States to act in
movies.  He was the main story in several tabloids.  To add insult to
injury, the tabloids got prints of some sexy photos that were to be
released with the movie.  Pierce was already considered a celebrity and it
wasn't based on any talent.  It was his worst nightmare.  He picked up the
phone and dialed Kevin's cell phone.

"Hello."  He recognized Kevin voice.

"Hi, Kevin.  This is Pierce Phillips.  I don't know if you remember me from
the flight to Boston."  Pierce explained.

"Yes, Pierce.  I'm glad you called.  I'm free tomorrow night for dinner, if
your still up for it."

"I have to film until 6:00 tomorrow.  If it could be a late dinner, say
8:00, I could swing it."

"Sounds good.  Why don't you meet me in the lobby of the downtown Hyatt and
we can decide where we're going from there.  I'm sorry to cut this short
but I am late for a meeting."

"Sure Kevin.  I'll talk to you tomorrow night then."  Pierce hung up the
phone and felt better than he had in days.  It was nice to hear a friendly
voice.

He paid the taxi driver and entered the hotel.  Kevin was sitting in one of
the couches that surrounded the fireplace.  He had a hat and sunglasses on.
Pierce chuckled to himself how conspicuous Kevin looked trying to blend.

They took a taxi to the restaurant that Kevin suggested.  They were seated
Immediately at a private table overlooking the ocean.  Since it was late
the restaurant was lighted mostly with candles.  Pierce amused himself by
thinking this seemed like a date.

After they were seated a girl in her late teens came up to the table with a
tabloid in hand.  She laid the tabloid on the table and asked for an
autograph.  Kevin and Pierce were both surprised to find out that it was
Pierce's autograph she sought and not Kevin's.  As Pierce signed his name
over the scantily clad picture on the cover, he noticed Kevin's picture
with a pretty woman the words Backstreet honeymoon over the picture.  He
smiled at the girl and she walked away happy.

"I can't believe I am being recognized from all this tabloid publicity.  No
one has seen me act yet and I get all these interview requests.  Even when
I refuse to talk about anything remotely related to my family, they still
want me on the viewer's expectation that I will talk about that.  If this
part wasn't so good, I would quit and just act on Broadway.  The studio is
pressuring me to talk about my family in interviews.  I'm starting to
suspect that they found out who's son I was and are trying to cash in."
Pierce said.

"I wouldn't put it past them.  If it will line their pockets, they are
willing.  How did it go with your parents?"

"I couldn't imagine it any worse.  I tried to request their support in the
choice that I had made for my life and they were totally against it.  They
didn't seem to think I had the right to choose.  When my father saw that I
had already decided he played the trump card.  He said, 'If I choose acting
over taking over the company then I will disinherit you.'  I just laughed
and said I didn't want the money anyway.  He was so angry I stole his
thunder.  I told them if they wanted to accept the decisions that I have
made, I wanted them in my life but if they couldn't let me live my own life
then don't bother getting in touch with me.  Then, I left."

"Woe.  I'm so sorry.  You such a great guy, I can't believe they wouldn't
want to be a part of your life.  Are you OK?"  Kevin asked.  The concern he
showed was touching.

"I had years to prepare for this.  I knew how they would react.  I tried my
best to avoid it but there was nothing I could do short of handing over the
reigns of my life to them.  They refuse to comment on my acting career
which just adds fuel to the whole tabloid story.  I wish my life were not
such a soap opera.  "

"I heard that!!"  Kevin said as he grinned.

"So I guess congratulations are in order.."

"For what?"  Kevin looked confused.

"Oh you mean the tabloids got it wrong and you didn't get married?"  Pierce
said.

Kevin looked very sad all of a sudden.  "No, they got it right.  I did get
married."  There was no enthusiasm in his voice.  He did not sound like a
bridegroom.

"I guess it's none of my business."

"No, it's not that....it's just complicated."

"We don't have to talk about this."

Kevin looked very upset.  He looked down at the table.  "I can only say is
that it is not a traditional marriage."

"That's more than you needed to tell me."

They finished dinner and Pierce asked Kevin if he would walk on the beach.
They left our shoes at the restaurant and walked along the beach with their
pants rolled up.  It was a beautiful night.  It must have been around low
tide because the waves were gently crashing on the beach.  Kevin and Pierce
comfortably talked of less stressful times in their lives.  They shared
anecdotes of childhood stories and laughed.  Then they fell into a
comfortable silence.  They were walking close together.  They both enjoyed
the occasional brush of their shoulders together.  They had not known each
other long but there was an intimacy that neither one of them had ever
known before.  It was both strange and familiar all at once.  They had
walked several miles along the beach enjoying the night.

When they arrived back at the restaurant, they continued talking in their
own little world.  Kevin studied Pierce's muscular chest and shoulders that
his tight ribbed black cotton shirt showed off.  Pierce had worn black
pants though were not tight displayed his bubble butt and muscular thighs
to their advantage.  Pierce wore his naturally curly hair high and tight.
It was died platinum blond.  It was contrasted with his dark eyebrows and
five o'clock shadow.  He usually trimmed his beard to a weeks worth of
growth unless the part the he was currently playing required a different
look.  The California sun had bronzed his skin.  Kevin imagined with his
height and classic good looks he could probably make a fortune in high
fashion.

Pierce invited Kevin to come to his shoot one day.  Pierce was surprised
when Kevin said that he could rearrange his schedule for the following day.
It was decided that Pierce would inform the gatehouse to expect Kevin.
They took a taxi back to Kevin's hotel after retrieving their shoes from
the restaurant.  It was about 2 AM.  Pierce reluctantly said goodnight and
thanked Kevin for the first pleasant evening that he had had since arriving
in LA.

Pierce lay naked between the sheets.  Although he was exhausted he felt the
heat that eminated from his body and was amazed that he was not glowing in
the dark.  He was unable to remove his smile.  He replayed the evening over
in his mind.  He analyzed every conversation.  He tried to remember every
detail of Kevin's body in his mind.  He wondered what it would be like to
run his finger along that strong jaw line...to cup his hands on the high
cheekbones and draw his hand back slowly, caressing Kevin's cheeks with his
fingertips.  'He is a married man.  What am I letting myself in for?  What
is a non-traditional marriage?  Is Kevin having these same thoughts about
him?'

Pierce remembered those green eyes that he had gazed in for most of the
evening.  They were not the eyes of a cruel game player.  There was
tendernous and generousity.  There was humor and mischief.  There was
character and intelligence.

In his mind he enters his bedroom after a long night shoot and their
waiting on the bed is Kevin.  He's laying on the bed naked face down.  His
thick arms are his pillow.  His muscled back and thin waist look tight and
hard.  His butt crying to be caressed.

Kevin arrived around 10 AM the next day and as planned the guards at the
gatehouse knew to let him in.  They directed him to the set where Pierce
was working at.  They were in the middle of a scene and Kevin quietly sat
with the spectators.  When Pierce began to deliver his lines, Kevin was
taken aback.  He couldn't reconcile the man he spent so much time with the
night before with this intense character before him.  There was nothing
similar.  Not facial expression.  Not the tone of his voice.  His mannerism
were all different.  Kevin had to stop himself from rushing over to calm
this guy down.  The intensity continued for about 30 minutes without
interruption.  Finally the director yelled, "Cut.  We'll take a lunch break
now and be back at the next set at 1:00."

Several people were gathered around Pierce for another 15 minutes.
Finally, the crowd dispersed and Pierce saw Kevin.  He smiled and tried not
to look in his direction for fear of being transparent to the people around
him.  He casually motioned to Kevin that he saw him and that he would make
his way to him.  As discreetly as he could, Pierce ended the conversation
that he was having with the director and slowly made his way to the where
Kevin stood.  As he passed Kevin, he quietly asked him to follow him to his
trailer.  Inside the trailer, Pierce was beaming.  "I'm so glad you could
come.  How much of the scene did you see?  What did you think?"  He
continued excitedly.

Kevin was taken aback.  The man he knew resurfaced, instantly putting him
at ease.  "Man!  That was freaky how you changed your whole personality.  I
was thinking you had some sort of multiple personality thing going on
there....  That was awesome!  You were fantastic!  I saw about 30 minutes
or so but I can't wait to see the whole thing.  This is a great part for
you."

"Thanks Kevin.  I've never invited anyone to watch me work before.  This is
too weird.  I can't believe one person out there.  I think they all
alterior motives.  Hollywood is making me so paranoid, dude."  He suddenly
was laughing.  "Man, I am so glad you are here!!!"

"You said that already."  Kevin grinned.  "I'm really glad I'm here, too."
Kevin walked up to Pierce and looked him in the eye.  "Do you think that I
could kiss you?"

'I don't have much experience at this but I don't think it's a good idea to
let a married guy kiss you.'  Pierce thought.  "Yes."  He closed his eyes
and brushed his lips to Kevin's.  It was a gentle kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I met you."

"Yes.  Me too."  He had a euphoric smile on his face.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Definitely!"

As they were about to kiss again, there was a knock at the door.  The door
suddenly opened and Kevin and Pierce stepped back from each other
noticeably embarrassed.  The director's assistant handed Pierce a few pages
of a script.  "Rick wanted me to give you this."  He didn't appear to
notice anything unusual.

"Maybe we should go to lunch."  Pierce said with a smile.  "Next time we
should lock the door."  As Pierce opened the door.  "Sometime if you could
explain to me what an untraditional marriage is like."  He said quietly as
he walked toward his car.