Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2003 22:41:14 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hmm Hmm <monging_ming@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Boys Get Busted (celebrity) The Saga Concludes...

This is the final story in the saga of James, Jamie
and the other boys from Busted. Hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, this isn't real. So don't go suing.
And practice safe sex. More information on Busted can
be found at the bottom of this page.


James knew where to go. He strode purposefully into
the hotel lobby and booked a room; he didn't even
bother with a pseudonym as he wanted Jamie to know he
was coming. So to speak.
Up in the room he calmed his nerves with a couple of
mini-bottles from the minibar, and waited for ten
o'clock -- the beginning of the night shift. He also
formulated his plan while he waited. He would go down
to the hotel bar again, like the time he and Jamie had
first met, and wait for him then. The blonde singer
took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He realised he
still stank of sweat and sex after his session with
Matt and Charlie earlier that day, so seeing he had
plenty of time until changeover he leapt in the
shower.
James had a particular routine in the shower. He
started with the shower relatively cool while he
lathered up. This was a throwback to his teenage years
when, growing up, just the act of being naked would
give him a boner. He found that the cool water helped
dampen his ardour, especially when showering after PE
or swimming with other boys. Gasping a little as the
too-cold water took the breath out of his lungs, JB
began lathering up. Again, he had his own peculiar
technique when it came to soaping himself down. He
spread the shower gel through his thin fingers and
lathered it slightly in his hands before applying it
to his defined pecs and stomach. From there it would
run down to his treasure trail of pubes (light brown,
not completely blonde) until it gathered at the base
of his cock. Limp, it was not much of a sight, no more
than two or three inches. This didn't bother James; he
knew well (and had now been able to compare three
other guys) that the world was divided into "growers"
and "showers". He was a grower, plain and simple, as
was Jamie and, to a lesser extent, Matt. Charlie was a
monster in the showers and probably commanded a lot of
respect at Uppingham due to the size of his monster
when limp, but when he got hard, it did simply that:
get hard, not grow particularly noticeably. Not to say
that Charlie wasn't the biggest of the four lads,
because he was and Chazwick's cock had a beauty that
the other lads' lacked, but James, Jamie and Matt all
had nothing to be ashamed of either, when aroused.
These thoughts were having an effect on James, one
that he didn't particularly want at this moment in
time in that his cock was getting chubbier and filling
out. It was already hanging nearly perpendicular from
his body, something normally that James would happily
take advantage of, but not today. He was already sore
from his action that day with Charlie and Matt, and he
wanted something left in case things went his way with
Jamie. He adjusted the shower temperature downwards
again, to calm his growing bone, and got back to
washing. Continuing his routine, he gathered suds that
had gathered in his pubes and around his cock, and
used them to wash his foreskin and his helmet. Again,
as he skinned and replaced his foreskin he felt
ripples of arousal race through him, but focussed on
the job "in hand" and cleaned up. The cold, not to
mention what he was doing with his schlong, was making
his nipples hard but he ignored it and kept washing.
Next, he turned to face the shower and wash all the
suds off his front. At the same time he dunked his
face in the stream of water, to wet his hair and to
allow the water to cascade down his back. He lathered
up his hair -- with Head and Shoulders -- before
focussing on sudsing his back and shoulders, once
again letting the bubbles follow gravity down to his
ass where they congregated in his crack. He had
nothing more than peach fuzz on his buttocks, and only
a little fine hair in his crack, but it was enough to
trap the bubbles, and something that James had relied
on while showering for years. He was a man now, of
course, since his 20th birthday the previous month,
but save that hair on his ass and a little under his
arms and a small ring around his nipples, he was
relatively smooth. Being fair helped of course, even
his legs, which were quite hairy, didn't look that way
because of his complexion. James lightly fingered
around his ring and even popped one finger inside (to
make sure it was clean, he justified to himself,
despite receiving quite a thrill from it) before
finally rinsing the shampoo from his hair. Now came
the fantastic second part of his showering routine; he
cranked the heat up and up until he could barely stand
it any more, and then once he got used to the
temperature, he cranked the heat up some more. Steam
appeared as if from nowhere and fogged the mirror,
condensed on the metallic doorknob and turned the
entire hotel bathroom into a murky haze. Finally happy
he was clean, James stepped from the shower onto the
bathmat and slowly evaporated dry under the warmth of
the bathroom's heat-bulb. His cock, previously
shrivelled under the cold downpour, had filled out
despite its flaccid condition into a thicker, fuller
piece of meat as James towelled himself and his hair
dry. He smirked as he did his hair in the mirror (a
corner of it wiped dry for condensation) and sprayed
it with his favourite Aussie Miracle Hair Conditioner
(Jamie loved the smell of it in his hair). With
nothing but a squirt of CK1 he realised he had nothing
new to wear other than his old clothes, so he decided
to improvise. He threw his dirty CKs away (one of the
benefits of stardom, he reflected, was getting cheap
and free stuff) and went commando in his baggy skate
pants -- always a thrill and something he hadn't done
for a good eighteen months. The record company and
stylist had warned the band about girl grabbing them
and their nether-regions, and as a result James had
always gone with boxers or briefs to keep him covered.
Tonight was different though, and James revelled in
being allowed to be himself when he was with Jamie,
not having to worry about public perception, media
image or screaming girlies. Looking at his skeleton
t-shirt, James remembered that he'd only just picked
it up before leaving the room with the other guys, so
he felt happy wearing that to see Jamie for the first
time in almost a week.
He checked his watch, pushing his pink shagband up his
wrist to read the time. Half ten. Almost time to go
downstairs. He would grab one drink as the bar closed,
and then wait for Jamie to show up and sweep. He
brushed his teeth, and styled his hair as best as
possible. Today was a good day -- sometimes his hair
would be an uncontrollable Afro, sometimes lank and
flat, but today it was choppy and spikey without being
too tall or fluffy. Pleased, he checked himself once
over in the mirror. Not too sloppy. From his blonde
hair, down past his boyish features whose freckles
from summer had all but faded, to his small but red
lips, facially he never found himself that attractive
and certainly non-fans of the group nearly always
flocked to Charlie. Interestingly though, James found
that true fans favoured him or Matt over their younger
bandmate, something that was at once both flattering
and annoying. The worst thing was that now he had had
Jamie, he could never dream of going back to fancying
or wanting women, and no other guy had held his
attention with the same tenacity as Jamie had. Tonight
would set everything right though, of that he was
sure. Past his lips down his neck, the mole near his
left collarbone just slightly visible and overtaken by
a brown bead necklace which Jamie had given him, the
collar of his shirt hung, fitted, but loose. Down past
his arms (slim, but with some light-coloured hair) the
shirt hung over the waistband of his shorts (a good
thing since without pants his treasure-trail trailed a
little low, revealing the top of his pubes). The
shorts reached down to mid-shin level where his
relatively hairy legs were visible until they reached
his neon green socks (free from a Virgin Atlantic
flight) and his trademark Pink-lines Vans (he had
three pairs in various levels of scuff). He was happy
with the way he looked. In fact, it was almost
identical to the outfit he had been wearing when he
first met Jamie and they shared that first incredible
night together. It was not an entirely unconscious
decision.
In the lift, despite the muzak, James could hear and
feel his heart beating as if it was coming out of his
chest. When the lift doors opened and he walked across
the lobby (at this time there was little chance of
being recognised by a fan, thank god. In fact, the
lobby was all but deserted) he could feel his knees
give out as he reached the bar. He hurriedly sat at a
stool to save face and all but slumped at the bar,
feeling the wet surface seep slowly through his long
sleeves. "Classy joint," James thought to himself.
The barman did a double take as he came over to serve
James, making it look like a laborious process despite
James being one of only two patrons in the whole bar.
Hopefully, James thought, the double take would be the
limit of the barman's reaction. That hope died in his
head as the beginning of Year 3000's chorus leapt from
the whistling barman's lips. Inwardly James rolled his
eyes -- it was ALWAYS fucking Year 3000, never a song
they could have been prouder of. Charlie had been
known to make a grab at people who whistled or sung
that song at them in public; so ashamed was he of
their number two hit. James was less confrontational
by nature, and also liked the song for what it was -- a
fun piece of pop -- but he still got sick of hearing it
from every supercilious bastard's mouth from time to
time.
He ordered a vodka and coke -- in a pint glass -- for
himself, savouring the way the oily spirit felt in his
mouth mixed with the acrid coke, and enjoying the way
it swirled unctuously in the soft drink. He also
ordered a pint of Strongbow -- Jamie's favourite. He
had always moaned that so many pubs were now serving
Blackthorn, James remembered with a happy smile, so he
all-but-requested that the hotel where he worked still
stocked Strongbow instead. James's drinks were
beginning to have a calming effect on him, and the
impending panic he felt about meeting his ex was
dulled by the general warm glow of alcohol. So there
James sat, half an hour passed and the bar closed
around him. The shutter came down all but in his drink
-- whose dregs were now floating chillily around the
bottom of the pint glass with three diminished ice
cubes -- and threatened to knock over the Strongbow
until James reached out quickly to rescue it.
Whistling the final chords of Year 3000, interspersed
with a chuckle or two, the barman shuffled off. The
lights shut off with an audible clang until all that
was left was the green shimmer of the emergency exit
sign. The emergency exit sign that was above the Staff
Only door, the same door in which James had seen Jamie
stood silhouetted less than one month previously.
The Staff Only door to his right which now opened,
revealing a silhouette just as James had dreamed. He
spun around to face the door properly, he'd wanted
this meeting to happen for over a week and now
finally, the silhouette stepped forward into what
little light remained and revealed, finally...a 40
year-old, balding man.
"You're not Jamie!" James all but yelled at the man,
who in fairness had committed no crime but to hold a
broom.
"I know. Erm, he's cleaning the toilets but he told me
to tell you he knows you're here. He saw you on CCTV
and figured you wanted to talk. He told me to say
he'll be here soon."
"Right. Sorry. Really." James felt ashamed of his
behaviour; it was probably diva-ish behaviour like
this that made Jamie break-up with him in the first
place. He smiled weakly at the man. "Stress, you
know?"
The man smiled back. "I can imagine. You're part of
that Blazing Squad aren't you? You're much more polite
than I'd imagined. My daughter loves you, could I get
an autograph?"
Embarrassed, James started to sign his own name on the
hotel-headed paper the janitor produced, and then
realised that his daughter would be expecting a
Blazing signature! He quickly changed it `All mah luv,
Krazeey' and handed it back.
"Thanks. I hope things work themselves out tonight."
And with that he shuffled out of the door.
James turned back to the bar, resting his head on the
grated shutter. It was then he realised that while his
back had been turned, the Strongbow had been moved
from the bar. As he looked up to his left he saw Jamie
sipping his pint, sitting on the barstool next to his.
He was smiling. James thought he could attempt a joke.
"Poof's drink you know," James said. "Cider. The only
way for you to have a pint without having to drink
something as manly as beer."
"I know," said Jamie as he put down his drink back on
the bar. "I told you that, remember? That's the
problem with you poofs, no memory." He grinned, and
then leant over to kiss James on the lips. It was a
soft kiss, not sexual in the slightest but also not
particularly full of love. It was a warm greeting
between friends and James could sense that Jamie was
holding back, but still it filled him with feelings of
longing and happiness, just to be this close with him.
Jamie obviously felt the same, "That was nice. I
missed it." He said.
"You didn't have to." James was hurt -- Jamie was the
one that finished things between them and here he was
acting all hurt that he had missed their relationship
too.
"So what do we do?" Jamie wanted more than anything to
be with James properly, but didn't want a repeat
performance of their last attempt. He wanted to feel
special in the relationship, as a student with a part
time job he could afford to hold James on a pedestal
and devote time to their pairing, but as an
international pop star, James just couldn't do the
same.
James was prepared to admit fault if it would patch
things up between them. "Well. I know why we broke up.
I didn't ...couldn't put enough into our relationship
then. Things were mental then, we had to remind the
world we were still here after our summer spent
recording and in LA, and then there was all this
promotion for Crashed the Wedding..." Jamie rolled his
eyes and finished his pint, preparing to leave "...WHICH
IS NEARLY OVER NOW, and then we can hang out. We're
not releasing another single till after Christmas, we
have a video prepared in the can from LA and we are
all gonna have some downtime. WE could have some
downtime. Together." Jamie looked up into James's eyes
as he took his hand. "I just need three more weeks,
maybe a month, and then I'm all yours until after New
Year. I promise."
Jamie didn't know what to say. He'd tried to move on
in the last week away from James but it'd been hard.
He'd lived the dream for a few short weeks, dating a
pop idol in the old-fashioned sense of the word, and
to give up all of that and try to get back to
normal...it was tricky. Regardless of the turmoil inside
as to whether to accept James's offer of redemption,
he found himself nodding.
"Is that a yes?" James's eyes lit up and his hand
squeezed Jamie's.
"I think so, yes. But I want us to properly hang out.
I want you to meet my family. I want to meet yours. I
want us to go places, together, as a couple." Jamie
saw the look of apprehension on James's face. "I don't
mean snogging in public or shagging you at some movie
launch, but I want us to go to the movies, go to
dinner, not be afraid to be US. It's that or nothing,
and I understand that in a few weeks you'll have to
get back to work and I'll have to take a back seat for
a while. I get that, I'm not some monster who wants
all your time and attention, but for the next couple
of weeks once the album promotion's over I want us to
be like any other couple of boyfriends. OK?"
"OK." James wanted this so bad, and Jamie's demands
were totally reasonable. He just wanted to love and to
feel as loved as he felt in their couple of weeks
together.
"Good." Jamie smiled and James returned it.
There was an awkward pause.
And another, James's embarrassed eyes went back to his
pint glass, Jamie's to his, fiddling with the base and
making little cider rings on the filthy bar below it.
"So maybe we should hug this out or something."
"Yeah" James was pleased that someone had broken the
emotional stalemate. Looking at Jamie he realised that
this was what had been missing from every single
failed relationship before him -- love.
So, they hugged, but not an awkward hug between two
male friends who need more than a handshake, nor the
hug between family members, but a hug between lovers.
It started strong, almost crushing as if the two
wanted to push their torsos into one another, and then
as arms wrapped around backs, the rubbing began. At
first it was a warming, vigorous rub that was not
intimate or passionate enough for the moment, and so
the grip relaxed and the two were released slightly
from each other's strong clutch. Heads that were
previously over shoulders came cheek to cheek. Jamie
kissed James's ear, hair from his choppy sideburns
brushing against his lips. James responded by taking
his hands and placing them either side of Jamie's
head, pushing it backwards so that they were almost
face-to-face. He leant forwards at first so that their
foreheads touched and then rolled his neck back so
that their lips collided. Jamie felt a tongue on his
lips, begging for entry and gladly let it in, meeting
it with his own and rubbing up against it. Meanwhile
James's hands had fallen back down and were hooked
inside the waistband at the back of Jamie's jeans,
rubbing his ass and grinding Jamie's crotch into his
own. Jamie, for his part, was still holding JB's
cheeks in his hands, stroking away Jimmy's hair and
roaming his fingers up and down James's neck, his
right index finger finding the familiar nub of James's
mole that he always used to stroke while they pashed
before the break-up.
James felt a familiar feeling, too, that he had missed
for the past week, a lump forming in his pants that
was matched only by the one currently pushing into his
thigh. Reaching down with his left hand he dipped into
Jamie's boxers and grasped at the throbbing hardness
within, jacking it slightly (as well as he could given
the angle). Jamie moaned into James's open mouth and
tried to thrust up into his palm. The end result was
the lusty couple overbalancing and collapsing a horny
heap on the floor of the hotel bar.
"Maybe we should continue this upstairs?" Jamie
laughed.
"Yah." James giggled and rushed in to give Jamie a
quick peck on the nose before leading him out to the
lobby by the hand. They barely got in the lift before
they were kissing again, breaking only to get out and
sprint to the room, James's keycard getting stuck
twice in the lock before they burst in and onto the
bed in a fit of giggles.
Jamie leant in to kiss James; James closed his eyes to
prepare for his lips meeting his and...nothing came.
James re-opened his eyes to see a bemused look on
Jamie's face.
"What's wrong?"
"You smell so nice," said Jamie, burying his nose
James's neck. "And I ming of Toilet Duck. I'm gonna
leap in the shower, I want this to be special."
Ten minutes later, Jamie stepped out of the bathroom
completely naked. His cock at half-mast, he pointed it
towards James, lying on the bed. "This needs a home,"
he said.
James was also naked, laying on his back on the bed.
He slowly jacked his almost-seven incher as he took in
the sight of Jamie before him. A smooth, defined
chest, but not too muscly, and slim build made Jamie
his perfect sex partner, being of similar weight and
height they made perfect lovers.  Also, since James
was so fair, he liked that Jamie was dark, with a
visible "treasure trail" down to his cock from his
belly button. Not wasting any time, he flipped up onto
his back and raised his legs into the air. Jamie
positioned himself at James's waiting hole, he was so
happy that they were back together and with effort
reached James's lips with his own before pushing in
slowly. There was no resistance any more, James's hole
was ready and waiting for him, almost expecting him.
In one fluid motion Jamie found himself buried up to
the hilt, his bush rubbing against James's ass. James
for his part was relaxed and as comfortable as ever.
The two -- his ass and Jamie's cock -- felt natural when
they were together. Now, with Jamie's increasing
thrusts brushing his prostate with every pump, he
could feel himself in heaven, getting closer and
closer to climax without having to do anything. The
first time he had been fucked he had been amazed when
his cock started spurting without any stimulations
from himself or anyone else, that the pumping into his
bowels was enough to cause such a reaction in him.
Now, it was matter of course, but he loved it all the
same.
Jamie could feel a warm, hugging glove surround his
cock and squeeze in time with his thrusts, and each
time he delved up into James's insides he, too, found
himself closer to orgasm. He knew that he could time
and judge well his thrusts and the reaction of James's
insides, to match their orgasms together. He had
gotten very good at cumming in time with his lover
over the last month or two, and this, their reunion
fuck, was to be no different. Faster and deeper he
pumped, a sheen of sweat over both their bodies as
James began to whimper slightly with the pounding he
was receiving. This was another way Jamie could judge
his lover's approaching orgasm; when James's whimpers
and whines got higher and closer together, he was
getting close. James's fists were now balled in the
sheets, Jamie's were holding his lover's legs up above
his head, slowly leaning more and more weight onto
them until eventually James's ankles were behind his
knees. The two had not broken their kiss (save for a
few of James's whimpers) and each could feel the
others hot, sweet breath on their own faces and lips
as Jamie pumped and James was actively fucked. Soon,
the speed and the temperature got too high, and James
gave one last high-pitched squeal before erupting his
warm, sticky cum all over his chest and face. Jamie
lapped some of it off his lover's lips before the
contractions around his cock got too much and he burst
off inside James's fuckhole. Both collapsed, overcome
by the energy they had just expended, but also by the
release of pressure and stress from the previous day,
a day in which both realised each other's true love,
and the fantastic future they had together.


THE END (and this time it really is)

If I've inspired you then please, write your own
Busted stories and share them here! Don't forget,
Crashed The Wedding is released in 2xCD and Cassette
through Universal Island on November 10th. The album,
A Present For Everyone, is released the next week.
www.busted.com You can catch the guys this Saturday
(8th) on CDUK and on Monday the 10th on TRL, on MTV.
Any feedback would be appreciated at
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