Date: Fri, 17 Sep 1999 18:25:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Burrew <billy_burrew@yahoo.com>
Subject: TIMEOUTwithBSB-2

Time Out with the Backstreet Boys
By Billy Burrew

Legal Disclaimer:
        This story is totally fictional and not meant to imply anything
about the sexuality of Kevin Richardson, Brian Littrell, AJ McLean, Howie
Dorough, or Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. 

If you are under the age of 18, offended by homosexual material, or it is
illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving now.

Otherwise, go grab a nice mocha or some chai tea, or hot cocoa, and a box
of Kleenex, then get real comfy and ready to suspend your disbelief. 

Have Fun and Enjoy the Story.

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 "Come on you guys, we have to get going to the plane, we were late getting
here from the concert.", Kevin states, walking over to the door as everyone
gets ready to face the crowd.
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Chapter 2 Begins Now....

The guys push Bill out first and Bill makes his way through the guards,
alerting them that the boys will be getting on their way now and to keep an
eye on the crowd.  As Bill reaches the gate, the guys begin to file out of
the VIP lounge and make their way over to the gate and Bill. About
three-quarters the way there, they get spotted and make a mad dash for the
gate.  Bill pushes each guy past and puts his body between them and the
screaming tide of girls.  Nick is the last one out of the lounge and gets
overwhelmed by the girls as they swarm him, tearing at his clothes.  Bill
throws his backpack to Brian and tells them to get on the jet.  Brian runs
down the plank as Bill proceeds to wade thru the tide of girls.  Less than
gently, Bill throws about a dozen elbows and hip checks to the people in
front of him, mowing them down, and reaching Nick just as a girl ribs his
shirt completely off.  Bill grabs Nick's arm and yanks him towards the
gate, now protected by some guards and proceeds to push his way through the
girls like a hot knife through butter.  Finally, Bill pushes himself and
Nick past the guards.  Nick falls to the ground and Bill grabs him and
fireman carries him down to the door of the jet.

As they board, Kevin looks at Bill, who is breathing heavily and muttering
a few obscene things about overly appreciative fans.  Bill drops Nick into
the first seat and proceeds to look him over, scowling at the scratches all
over his chest and back.

"Nick.  Are you OK?", Bill asks looking at Nick's face, which was
thankfully, scratch free.

"Yeah.  Bill....YOU'RE MY HERO!!", Nick laughs, and the rest of the guys
begin to clap.

"Yeah, yeah, buncha singin', dancin' comedians.  That's what you all are.
Ha Ha!"

As if by magic, a first aid kit appears and Bill takes some cotton balls
and soaks them into peroxide, and begins to dawb them on Nick's cuts.

"OW OW OW!!", Nick yells, "Thanks for the warning!!"

"Sorry", Bill replies, obviously not to repentant, "Be still a little while
I finish these."

Bill finishes cleaning out the scratches and then applies antibiotic
ointment on the rest, then proceeds to take the medical tape out and make
some large makeshift band-aids and apply them to some of the bigger, longer
cuts.  Nick whimpers and Bill looks up quickly and assures him he is almost
done.

"Ummm....Bill.", Kevin asks from behind him, "Where'd you learn all this
from?  My doctor isn't as thorough as you."

"I got my B.S. in Exercise and Sport Science from GWU.", Bill replies
matter of factly and finishes the last of the bandages.  Bill then stands
up and grabs his bag, pulling out one of his extra large shirts and hands
it to Nick saying, "Here, put this on, Nick, we don't want you catching a
cold here do we."

"Thanks, Bill.", Nick replies, slowly easing into the shirt so as not to
pull off any bandages.

"So, guys, does that kinda stuff happen a lot?", Bill asks irritably,
sitting down in one of the seats on the opposite aisle from Nick.

"Yeah.  Too often.", Brian replied, coming up to sit beside Bill as Kevin
sat down next to Nick "Normally, we have to go to a doctor, but this time
you fixed Nick up real good!"

"No problem, I think that is one of the few things I remember from college.
Bandaging wounds, writing phonetically, and giving deep tissue back
massages. My parents would kick my ass if I ever said that to them.
$80,000 for school and I can give a wicked back massage", Bill replied
grinning.

"Really?", Brian asked.

"Yeah. It's a touchy subject with them that I am not using my degree now
that I am a graphic artist.", Bill replied scowling.

"No", Brian laughed, "I meant can you really give good back massages?"

Nick and Kevin began to chuckle and Bill looked at Brian and shook his
head.

"Yeah.  I can do massage too, In addition to mowing teenagers down like a
John Deere tractor and fixing up wounds, I have a grip like a vice and I
can give a good massage.", Bill nodded.

"I'd love a massage after that show.", Brian hinted, giving Bill the big
puppy dog eyes.

"Me second!", Kevin called.

"OK, but that's it, my hands are gonna be way tired after two people.",
Bill replied laughing.

Brian sat in front of Bill's seat on a pillow on the floor and Bill began
to knead the muscles of his shoulder, really pressing his thumb and
fingertips into all the nooks and crannies.

"Aww...man", Brian groaned, "Wow, uh, that's really, eeeh, deep....ughh!"
Bill continued to work down his shoulder blades and to each side of his
spinal processes as Brian leaned further and further forward.  When Bill
reached the tops of Brian's pants, he stopped and pulled Brian shoulders
back towards him, pressing his chest forward, and being rewarded by some
nice popping sounds as the tired youth's muscles slowly turned to jello.
Bill then began a two handed massage of Brian's neck, moving slowly up
towards the base of his skull.  He then placed his hand under Brian's chin
and slowly pulled backwards, stretching his head back as far as possible
before putting his hand to the top of Brian's head and with light pressure,
stretching his neck through all 360 degrees of rotation.  This action again
was rewarded as Brian's neck popped audibly.  Bill then began to work the
area at the ends of the shoulder, lightly kneading his rotator cuff and
then moving downwards and forwards to the top of his pectorals before
finishing up.

"Oh, wow, that felt so good.  You are in the wrong business, Bill.", Brian
stated, as he tried to command his now lax muscles to pull himself up.
Bill stood up and pulled Brian up with him, gently placing him down on the
seat nearest to the window.

"OK, now relax and go to sleep, or this massage will have been all for no
good.", Bill said sternly as Brian smiled and shut his eyes, easily
complying with that order.


"Your turn Kevin.", Bill said, squeezing his hands and popping his
knuckles.

"Are you OK?  Did you wanna rest?", Kevin asked smiling.  "That was quite a
backrub.  I've never seen anybody that get him so relaxed enough to let
anyone crack his neck."

"Magic fingers, I guess.", Bill chuckled.

Kevin sat down in the place Brian had recently vacated, taking off his
jacket and leaving his t-shirt.  Bill began massaging Kevin as he had done
Brian, though quickly finding Kevin to be much more tightly wound."

"Kevin....relax!", Bill laughed, patting his head.  Bill then grabbed his
shoulders and began to slowly move them in a circular pattern, stretching
them slightly as well as loosening up Kevin's back.  Bill then proceeded to
massage Kevin's upper arms and shoulders.  As he did so, Kevin began to
loosen up considerably, groaning periodically as Bill hit a tender spot.
Bill would lightly work out the knots of the sore spots and the proceed
upwards back to Kevin's shoulders.  Bill then began again in earnest
massaging the shoulders and middle back.  As Bill increased the pressure
and began to progress, he felt Kevin's body stress drop like a rock and
knew he had finally broken through.  Near the end of the massage, as Bill
began to work on Kevin's neck, Kevin began to strike up conversation with
him.

"So, I heard you live in Chapel Hill?  Is it a cool place to live?", Kevin
asked.

"It's pretty decent.", replied Bill after a few seconds, "The crime rate is
low, and the summers are really quiet because the college kids are all
home. The only time it really sucks is on Saturdays in the fall because of
football traffic and having to dodge the drunk alumni on Franklin Street.
I am thinking of moving away from NC to someplace warmer, tho.  I think I
have "done" North Carolina, and its about time for me to move on."

"Really?  Where are you gonna go?", Kevin asked.

"I was thinking of Florida somewhere.  I have been to Miami a few times and
love it, though I don't think I can live there just yet.  Maybe somewhere
like Tampa or Orlando.  It needs to be a city, I have had enough country.",
Bill laughed ruefully.

"Orlando is a pretty cool place, we all like it there.", Kevin nodded,
"Just enough city, but not too far from the country. Why not Miami?  I like
Miami too!"

"I used to vacation there with my best friend.", Bill shrugged, "We were
gonna go to Art Deco weekend this year for a vacation over his birthday,
but he died the week before of viral meningitis.  I was kinda crushed by
that and I don't think I could handle Miami....just too many memories of
him there, ya know?"

Kevin turned to Bill, watching as he wiped a tear off his cheek and noted
the sad, mournful look on his face as he thought of the death of his
friend.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't realize.....I shouldn't have asked...", Kevin
stammered.

"No, no problem, I guess I just really miss him.  He was the longest friend
I ever had.  He and I met when I started working with him at the Hard Rock
Caf‚ when I was in college.", Bill sighed.  "I kinda knew he was gonna
die, but I wished I would have known he was sick....I never got to say
goodbye or tell him how much I cared for him."

"You knew he was going to die?", Kevin asked questioningly.

"Yeah, when I was a junior in college, in 1993, we all went to the
Whitman-Walker Clinic to get HIV tested.  The next weekend, on the night
before we were to get our results back, we all went out and he and I had
joked how we should not try to hook up with any guys there, in case one of
us was positive.  The next day we found out that he was the only one that
tested positive. I don't think I ever cried as much as I did that night.  I
had him get re-tested to make sure it wasn't a false positive, and it
wasn't.  So, he lived for about 6 years after testing positive, I guess
that's a pretty good run...I guess."

"I never knew he was sick, and I found out that he died a week before his
birthday when I called Hard Rock on his birthday to wish him a happy
birthday.  The manager knew me and told me personally what had happened.",
Bill continued, tears running down his cheeks, "I didn't even get to go to
his funeral.  It was all over by the time I even found out. He was always
there supporting me when I was having problems in college or when I was
coming out to my friends and family, and the one time he probably really
needed me to be there, I never knew....all because I moved away to North
Carolina. I....I failed him."


Bill brought his legs up to his chest and began to cry silently for a few
minutes, then sighed and wiped the tears off his face with the back of his
hand, then dried his face off with his shirt tale.  He looked down at Kevin
who had his head down, and realized that Kevin was crying still from his
conversation.

"Kevin...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dump that on you.", Bill began, "I
think this is the first time I ever told anyone what I was really feeling
about his death."

Kevin's head shot up and he shook it violently, "No no, don't apologize.  I
just got really wound up there.  I don't think I have ever thought about
any friends that close to me dying and it just kinda hit me."

A chorus of sniffles snagged Bill's attention causing him to look left to
Brian, who face was blotched with tears as he nodded his head at Bill and
then right to Nick, who face was red and wet from crying as well.

"I know one thing, though, Rick would not want me to be sittin here
bringing you guys down talking like this.  He'd want us all to be having a
good time while we are together."

"The past is history, the future a mystery, the time we have together is
the most precious gift of all, which is why its called the present.", Bill
stated, "I don't want to spend my time with you guys by having us all
crying!"

"OK.....fair enough!", Kevin said, brightening.

"Nick?  How are you feeling?  How are your wounds?", Bill said, getting up
and checking up on Nick.

"They're OK, they're really sore, but OK. I am glad I don't take off my
shirt during a show or it would look really bad!", Nick said, grimacing as
Bill lightly checked his handiwork.

"Kewl.  We should be getting ready to land in DC here, so lets all buckle
up and get ready for it.", Bill said.

As he spoke the captain's voice came through the intercom asking that all
passengers fasten their seatbelts for landing.

That's all for this chapter, I hope to have more done soon. Please email
any comments to my email, and I will read them all.  Please send them to:
billy_burrew@yahoo.com