Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 22:55:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Compound- Chapter 5 (gay male/celebrity)

=DISCLAIMER=
This story is meant to imply nothing about the
sexuality of the real people involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
not meant in any way but the highest regard.

The lyrics used within are not meant to imply anything
about the individual preferences, practices, or
lifestyle choices of neither Moby nor Lenny Kravitz.
The lyrics are not used for any personal monetary
profit...

Thank you for the feedback... all two of you. But in
all seriousness, if you enjoy the story then I'm glad
regardless of if you contact me.

I'm always open to feedback, positive, negative, or
constructive so please feel free to let me know what
you think. I'm also needing ideas for general
characters, gay or straight, for my story. I need
things like name/age/general height and
weight/background/personality traits and the like.
This also goes for people who want to be included in
the story as an actual character so let me know!

The mentions of previous works of gay fan fiction are
meant in the utmost respect...

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Enjoy!


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The Compound- Chapter 5
By Reid
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=Brandon...=

He was sitting idly in the waiting room for the sector
D/E/F/G dentistry office, killing time until his
appointment. As he sat there, he gave himself a going
over and wondered what the hell that little pussy's
problem was. He was a good-looking guy! He had a nice
body, good hair, good teeth, and he was pretty damn
sexy... but no. Little Mr. Hanson decided to bone up
with Reid. Talk about irony! A dysfunctional, mentally
deficient skank like Reid gets the blond rock star
while handsome, intelligent, charming Brandon has to
mate with his right hand every damn night. Not exactly
fair.

He drummed a beat with his fingernails on the arm of
the chair and it sounded similar to the infectious
beat from MMMBop. Brandon bit his upper lip and
squinted as the drumming sped up and he tried to think
of a new plan of attack. He had tried to help Zac see
the light for the kid's own good... but the little bimbo
couldn't see past his own mangled nose far enough to
realize that Brandon was only trying to help him. What
the fuck was his problem?! All I said was that Reid
wasn't the best choice for a boyfriend and he'd only
be hurt when Reid eventually flipped out over some
little thing.

Brandon sighed. He was used to being misunderstood.
>From the day his father grabbed him by the neck and
shoved him into his older brother's van, yelling at
him to get his "queer ass" out of the house... he knew
that life wouldn't be about being understood. Even as
he sold his body to all the sexually deprived,
"straight as an arrow but only curious" married
businessmen, he knew that one day, his reward would
come. Some twinky, blond, gorgeous piece of teengod
ass that would take his cock in every hole and make it
all better. Someday... but it wasn't the day that Zac
Hanson came into the compound. Of course not. God
forbid that poor old Brandon be rewarded for years of
sexual favors when nasty, brooding Reid needed an
enabler to make sure he could still feel sorry for
himself and pass the buck to his father.

But it wasn't his business. Brandon didn't like to
insinuate himself in the affairs of others and when
poor little Jake, the cute little guy who's heart Zac
had broken like a dropped dish, came to his door in
search of love and acceptance... he couldn't help what
had happened. And after the fuck, when Jake, with
tears in his eyes, said he had fallen in love with
Brandon in that short time... how could anyone help but
laugh? And then when the little slut ran down the hall
crying... he had laughed even more. It was funny! Jake
had tried to give his heart to Brandon. How could he
not see that all it was was a quick fuck session meant
to release their collective tension and nothing more.

He chuckled softly as he sat there. Before Jake... there
was Andy, the 15-year-old piano prodigy who wrote
Brandon poems until the lack of response told him to
stop. Before Andy... there was James, the cute little
gymnast who thought he'd impressed Brandon with his
flexibility but all the cuddling and hand holding got
on Brandon's nerves. Before James... there were many.
Many young, impressionable little boys who only wanted
some love and understanding inside the huge compound
and they had assumed Brandon would give it to them.
Yet sadly... they were mistaken. They didn't have what
it took to win over the wild heart of Mr. Voight.

But then... there was Zac. The blond stud with the
famous drumstick that seemed like it always needed
pounding. Zac was going to be his ultimate trophy... the
stud who Brandon could finally make his own and escort
around to show off to all the envious masses. Zac was
cute, famous, and wonderfully adolescent... but Reid got
there first. All Brandon would have to do is wait.
Have some patience and eventually, after he planted
the proper seeds, Zac would set Reid off and Reid
would flip out and Zac would come running to the only
person who had the foresight to predict what would
happen. Zac would realize that Brandon had to be tough
to help him see the truth and then... finally... he would
enter Zac's precious body and claim him once and for
all.

Then after Reid committed suicide and Zac was older
and had grown out of his cuteness... Brandon would dump
him and the whole wonderful game would start all over.

Brandon laughed happily. It would be so much fun...

=Later...=

"How many gowns did you pack?" I said, trying not to
call attention to us.

"Only four. I thought you said they turned you on."
Zac said from behind me where he was pulling on his
clothes. It was the day after our erotic tryst in the
hospital bed and all morning long, Zac and I had both
been barely able to look at each other without making
out and it was tough. Everytime I saw him, my mind
flashed back to the sight of him in the bed... powerful
arms pinned above his head by the gown and his sweaty
body squirming and writhing with passion... the taste of
his nearly seven day old, hot, musky load spurting
into my mouth--

"Hey, baby. Need a lumberjack?" Zac whispered in my
ear, reaching around to squeeze the erection in my
shorts. I shuddered and my knees felt like silly
putty. Zac wrapped his right arm around me and held me
until I regained my balance and he kissed me on the
cheek before opening the plastic shopping bag and
looking inside. Because I had said that the hospital
gowns looked particularly sexy on Zac, he had managed
to swipe four of them from a nurse's station and
crammed them in his outpatient bag for "later use".
Also in the bag were the several stuffed animals given
to him by the infirmary staff and a uniform T-shirt
that had been signed by all the guys in our sector.

Zac was particularly excited because his mother would
be coming to visit later that day. After treating me
to a celebratory dance in his gown, he had rattled off
a list of everything he hoped she would bring.
Pictures of his siblings, magazines, news from the
mainland, and anything else that he could think of to
hope for. But it didn't help since I was still a
sweaty palmed nervous wreck, worried that she would
hate me or be mad at me for corrupting her son. Sure,
she may have said it but there was no telling what the
experience of actually SEEING me would bring out of
her and the emotions it would stir up. More than once,
I tried to tell Zac that it would be better if I
stayed in the room while he was taken down to the
visiting area... but Zac would have absolutely none of
that and insisted on my being there. And when I tried
to refuse, he turned on the sappy baby talk and laid
it on thick until I finally said yes.

 After checking out the bag, Zac sat down on the bed
in front of me and looked up and smiled mischievously,
"Wanna do it one last time in the hospital?"

"Zac..." I said, looking back at the door to see if
anyone was coming, "We can't do that."

"Awww... you suck." He pouted and picked up the bag.

"Come on..." I said, draping my arm around his shoulder
as we walked out of the infirmary, "I'll let you
drive!"

=3:00pm. All residents will be given the opportunity
to attend the sectors A/B art fair in the main
concourse auditorium.=

We had been back in the room for a few hours and we
had passed most of the time catching up on our other
interested. My book club had moved on from Ulysses to
Ivanhoe and it took me some serious reading to catch
up while Zac breezed through his make up math,
science, English, and social studies work. Once he was
done, Zac pestered me and amused himself with other
things until I had finally, by the grace of God, had
managed to read up to where my club had left off. Over
the course of the afternoon, Zac had undressed himself
gradually until he was left in only his shorts and
Keri had told us we would be allowed an extra shower
because Zac's mom was coming to visit.

After all my work as done, Zac and I wrestled for a
while, rolling around on the bed and really not doing
much to disguise it as anything other than a hump
session. Zac seemed to enjoy it when I'd hold myself
ontop of him while he squirmed, his hair rubbing over
my face and his warm skin creating a divine friction
against me. Several times, I had him on all fours and
took great pleasure in reaching between his legs and
squeezing his balls through the tightly stretched
cotton. The move would usually result in Zac moaning
and buckling forward with me on top. After only a few
minutes of our man play, we were nicely glistening
with sweat and Zac, giggling, rolled on his back and I
rested my face to one side on his stomach. I could
feel his muscles quiver as he laughed and ran his
fingers through my hair gently.

"You still nervous?" He gasped, stroking my forehead
with his long fingers.

"Ehhh..." I sighed and looked up at him, the sight of
his strong chest and cute face was almost unbearable
until I remembered that he and I were a couple. It
wasn't a subject I was really eager to talk about,
especially when my cheek was resting against the firm,
silky warm skin of his stomach. I baby kissed his
belly button a few times, hoping to distract him but
no luck.

"What kind of answer is that?" He said, raising his
hips and grunting as he removed the wedgie from his
ass.

"It's the kind of answer I give when I'd rather not
think about something."

"Why are you worried?" He asked.

 "Zac..." I said, with an edge of warning.

"What?! My mom is gonna love you." He said as he
cupped my face in his hands, "How could she raise such
an awesome son if she weren't cool?"

"Ha ha ha." I laid my face back down on his stomach.

"You know... if you're worried... we can ask someone."

I couldn't help but smile, "Who can we ask?"

"We can ask Herman."

"Eww." I made a face of disgust.

"Hey! You ask Herman!" Zac said, grabbing the back of
my head and pushing my face into his bulge, "Herman
knows the answers!"

Herman was what Zac called the quarter sized, banana
shaped dark brown birthmark on the right hand side of
his scrotum. I noticed it about the fourth day he was
there and I swear to God, Herman got a bigger
introduction than anyone else he'd talked about.
Herman, according to Zac, was an oracle that could
answer any and all questions posed to him. It was
another of Zac's dementedly complex ideas that managed
to make me laugh and gag at the same time.

"Get out of my face." I pushed his hips back down on
the bed and slid up onto him. Our lips were only a
fraction of an inch apart and we leaned in, kissing
each other gently.

"Whew!" Zac said, pulling back, "Your face smells like
crotch."

I looked at him, slightly incredulous, "Hey... who's
fault is that?!"

"Yours! You didn't ask Herman like you were supposed
to."

I pushed him away from me and sat back on me knees and
looked down at him. Zac started to break up and within
minutes, he was laughing like a lunatic and holding
his sides and I couldn't help but laugh with him,
shaking my head and wondering what the hell I'd
managed to get myself into. And at that moment, all
the nervousness inside me just suddenly went away. It
was the realization that this wiggling, laughing,
goofball in front of me was the child of the woman I
was going to meet and Zac couldn't have come from
someone who was all bad. But then again, I came from
my parents... and, well... the less said about that the
better.

Patting Zac on the knee, I rolled him from his side
onto his back and deftly hooked my fingers in the
waistband of his shorts. I pulled them off in one
quick notion, leaving Zac's damp naked body out in the
open and he looked up at me with only a look of mild
curiosity on his face.

"What are you doing?" He asked, settling down on his
back, taking little concern of being naked suddenly.

"I'm gonna ask Herman, like you told me to."

"Oh." Zac said, realizing quickly that it was just a
witty way for me to tell him that he was getting a
blowjob.

Zac spread his legs as his cock quickly reached full
capacity and stuck up, proud and defiant, against his
stomach. It was quite warm in the room and sweat was
already beginning to trickle down his cheek and his
balls were hanging almost low enough to touch the
sheets on the bed. His legs shivered as I gently
brushed my lips across his ankle, remembering not to
inhale, as I gently kissed one of his "feel good"
zones. Kneeling between his legs, I licked my way
slowly up his right leg and onto his hipbone, savoring
every moment of once again getting to make love to him
in a real bed. His ass squirmed on the bed and his
fingers traveled back to my hair as I nuzzled his warm
thighs and flicked my tongue over the tanned skin,
tasting the salty flavor of his skin.

Being suckled and nibbled drove Zac absolutely crazy
and that knowledge was put to good use as I gently
nipped at both of his balls, making him jerk and gasp,
his legs sliding against the bare skin of my back. My
forehead was profuse with sweat and it brushed against
the underside of Zac's shaft and when I slipped both
of his plump balls into my mouth, part of me expected
to feel a sudden series of hot, wet splats against the
back of my neck. But, surprise surprise, he held out
and when I first wrapped my lips around his cockhead,
I looked up and made eye contact with him. All I saw
was a burning sexual lust that not even a shower taken
in the glaciers of Antarctica could cool off. We kept
our eye contact as I lowered my mouth slowly down the
hot, pulsing flesh of his shaft and his eyes rolled
back and a slow groan of ecstasy resonated from deep
inside him.

His legs tensed and his whole body went rigid as I
felt several hot, thin spurts of precum hit my tongue
as his hands rubbed the top of my head. His mouth
seemed to be trying to form words as I sucked, sliding
my tongue under his foreskin and teasing the hidden
sensitive skin of head. Finally, his mouth was able to
work.

"Reid..." He gasped, "Reid... stop. Hold on..."

I looked up at him.

"Reid... let's cum together. I want to suck you at the
same time." He groaned, looking at intently. How could
I refuse those brown eyes and that husky voice?

Zac sat up and crept down the bed like a wild animal
and pulled my shorts off, leaving me just as naked and
just as hard. He swung himself around and we were
laying on our sides, Zac's cock and balls were hanging
right in my face while had to crane his neck a bit to
reach mine, but it wasn't a problem. He let out one
final moan and deep throated me all at once, making me
cry out in surprise before going back to him, sliding
my mouth up and down his cock while trying not to lose
myself in the passion of the moment. Zac was doing his
best to duplicate my actions, but his sucking rhythm
kept getting interrupted by moans and gasps around my
cock, which kept hitting the back of his throat.

Suddenly, I felt my cheeks being penetrated by two of
his fingers and I whimpered the sensation of his
fingers creeping into my hot hole. He slid his fingers
in and out as he worked his mouth up and down on my
dick, giving me a spectacular example of his God given
sense of beat and tempo as he stopped occasionally to
curl and twist his finger inside me. My arms tightened
around his hips and I began sucking him in earnest,
translating the pleasure he was giving me back to him,
aggressively slapping and poking my tongue around his
foreskin and holding open his slit and catching the
precum that poured out as a result.

I felt his legs begin to shake against my shoulder and
his moans around my cock became deeper and more
passionate. His fingers sped up as they pistoned in
and out of my ass, making me shudder and I could feel
the familiar tingle deep in my ballsack and at that
point, it was pretty clear that Zac would be getting a
snack pretty soon. And so would I as Zac's balls
thumped by nose and filled my nostrils with their
unique scent and against the tip of my nose, I felt
his balls constrict up against his shaft and a long
muscular ripple work it's way through his body, from
his feet all the way up. I felt his hot breath as he
moaned and his lips clamped down on my cock. The
sensation sent me over the edge and the first hot gush
into his mouth as I clamped my lips on his cock and it
sent him over the edge and I felt several thick,
molten streams of his cum hit the back of my throat
and coat my tonsils.

We were both moaning and gyrating on the bed as we
experienced a 69 for the first time. His long blond
hair tickled my hips and my balls as my load continued
to flood his mouth and I felt the remnants sop down
through my pubic hair. Zac's cum dribbled down my chin
and down his stomach, mixing cum in with the wet slick
of sweat on his stomach. I swallowed the last spurts
of his cum as he did mine and both our bodies relaxed
and his softening dick slid out of my mouth while Zac
held mine between his lips, sucking gently and
draining the last drops of cum from it. When I was
completely flaccid, it slid from his mouth and we
rolled onto our backs. I rolled off the bed and
kneeled against the bed and buried my face in the
mattress, gaining control of my breathing and shaking
body. Zac rolled onto his side facing me as he shut
his eyes tight and curled into a ball, breathing
deeply and shivering, letting the last of his huge
orgasm work it's way out of him.

I let my knees fall against the cold tile of the floor
and I rubbed my face with my hands, mopping the sweat
from my forehead. My head fell back and I took several
more gulps of the hot, steamy air and clenched my
hands into fists, still reeling from the mind bender
I'd just been on. An aftershock hit my body and I
shuddered, goosebumps standing up on my body as I fell
back into a sitting position and looked at Zac. He had
stretched out and now was writhing on the bed in
post-orgasmic bliss. He slid his hands down between
his legs and humped himself slightly, the long strands
of his hair waving as his heavy breathing escaped his
mouth and nose.

After a few seconds, his squirms stopped and he
brushed the hair away from his face and back over his
shoulder. He propped himself up on his elbows and
looked at me. I smiled and leaned forward, resting my
arms on the edge of the bed and we both leaned in at
the same time, our lips meeting in the middle. It was
a gentle, innocent kiss and the taste of his cum
coated lips on mine felt so good and as his tongue
licked into my mouth, mixing our seed together, I felt
a new feeling. As I climbed onto the bed without
breaking our kiss, the feeling only got stronger. As
we wrapped our arms around each other and rubbed our
humid bodies together, it kept getting stronger. When
our kisses got lighter and eventually, we were left
with our foreheads resting together and not saying
anything... I realized what the feeling was.

Then it become more than a feeling. It became a fact.
A cosmic, act of God-kind of fact that no one could
argue with because when he smiled at me and nodded, I
knew he felt it too. We both knew it.

We both knew we were meant to be together.

=Later still...=

There was the beeping of the door.

Zac and I had fallen asleep naked in each other's arms
and the last thing either of us wanted to do was get
up and have to deal with somebody at the door. Zac
grumbled in his half sleep and snuggled in closer to
me, nuzzling my neck and jawline and settling back in
to fall asleep. As much as I wanted to stay there, the
dry feeling in my mouth wouldn't let me and I shook
Zac softly, waking him up. He groaned angrily and
glared at me.

"Somebody's at the door."

"Well whoop de fuckin' doo for them." He said, and
rested his head back against me and settled back in.

"Zac... I have to get the door." I said, easing him away
from me. He muttered and rolled over, wrapping the
sheet around him and pulling a wisp of his hair out
his mouth. It was the kind of thing that if it didn't
make you smile, you didn't have a heart in your body.
My legs felt like pins and needles as I hit the door
and I stumbled momentarily, before wrapping a towel
around my waist and pulling the door open. It was
Keri.

"Oh, that's fancy. An outfit of the towel and sweat
fashion line. You're gonna meet your mother-in-law in
that?" She smirked.

"First of all," I said, my mouth feeling like a damp
piece of cotton, "If I want to meet her wearing a
towel and sweating like a hog, then I will. And
second, she isn't my mother in law."

"She might be soon." Zac called from the bed. Keri
laughed and I made a mock martyr face.

"Regardless of your outfit or relationship status, I
just got word from Alexander Hamiltion Airport that
Mrs. Hanson has landed and she'll be here in about
twenty minutes. You guys better jump in the shower if
you want to smell nice for her."

"Thank you, Keri." I said.

"One more thing, Reid." She said, sounding somewhat
schoolgirlish.

"Yeah?" I was trying to salvage some saliva to keep my
mouth from drying up.

"If you guys get married, can I PLEASE plan it?!" She
asked, sounding like a 16 year old girl talking about
marrying N'Sync. I looked at her, absolutely
horrified.

"Listen to yourself!" I said, my voice cracking. Zac
snickered from the bed at my vocal acrobatics.

"Reid, I've always wanted to plan a wedding! Please?
It would be so nice. I could get you a license and we
could have catering. And I know you and Zac would look
so handsome in tuxedos! Armani!"

"Bye Keri." I said, shutting the door before she could
get Zac's mind rolling any further. My mouth was like
a desert and I walked into the bathroom, turning on
the cold water and cupping my hand under the faucet,
wetting my mouth and filling it with velvety liquid
refreshment.

Swishing the water around in my mouth and then
spitting it out, I heard Zac say from the bed, "Reid...
maybe she had a good idea."

"What do you mean?" I called, rubbing cold water on
the back of my neck and on the backs of my wrists. For
some reason, the idea of what I knew Zac was going to
bring up didn't sound so daunting or bad to me. Hell,
nothing involving him sounded bad. Anything that meant
spending the rest of my life with him sounded
wonderful.

"When Keri said that we could get married. It wouldn't
be the worst idea in the world." He strolled into the
bathroom buck-naked and slapped me playfully on the
ass through the towel. I watched as he leaned in and
turned on the faucet and adjusted the water.

"You know, this is our first post-sex, non-morning
shower in a month." I said as I embraced him and
kissed him on the nose.

"And then... you get meet our... I mean, MY mom!" He
smiled and licked my chin.

"You're really exited, aren't you?" I asked as I
climbed into the shower behind him and watched him
stand under the warm water, soaking himself.

"Yeah, I mean... it's my mommy."

"Awww..." I fondled one of his asscheeks as he began to
spread the blue "sea spray" scented bodywash on his
chest. He turned around and hugged me, spreading it
onto me. It was how we washed each other and it saved
time and water. Soon we were covered in white suds and
smelling like Garden Botanika and we scrubbed
ourselves in silence for a minute or so.

"You know," Zac said, taking a moment to wash his face
off, "You know, if my mom says it's cool, maybe the
rest of my family can come see us. You'd really like
them."

Truth be told, my desire to meet the rest of Zac's
family wasn't too great since I'd spent so much time
with Zac that seeing his whole family might change
something. And you had to add in that I had been a
huge fan of the band since the very first time their
video every played on MTV which I saw, of course I was
going to get a tad star struck.

"I don't know Zac." I rubbed the pineapple shampoo
into his thick hair.

"Why-- why not?" Zac sputtered through the water.

"Well, did you see how nervous I got about meeting
only your mom?"

"So what? We'll just have to 69 every time they
visit." He said, turning around and kissing me. My
knees began to liquefy and I took a deep breath before
kissing him on the forehead.

"I don't think I could handle that." I slid by him and
stood under the shower, massaging the shampoo into my
hair as Zac stepped out of the shower and began to dry
himself. He was singing softly to himself as he dried
off and even over the sound of the shower, I could
hear him. He was singing the Lenny Kravitz song. I
rinsed the last suds out of my hair and stood there
for an extra second, listening to him sing in his
beautiful voice.

He stopped singing, "You almost done?"

"I'm done." I climbed out and like a perfect
gentleman, Zac handed me my towel and I dried off
quickly. We walked back into the bedroom and stood
side by side in front of the dresser. He threw his arm
over my shoulders.

"Well... what should we wear? T-shirt and shorts? Maybe
show some variety to her..." Zac said jokingly.

"Sounds good to me."

=All visitors are to remain in the visitor's center.
Clearance to visit individual dormitories and sectors
can be given after proper request. Guards and
assistance agents are available at all times should
any conflict arise.=

Agt. Bonds, a younger woman, escorted Diana Hanson off
the shuttle that had taken her from the processing
area. Bonds watched as the woman who looked like a
Hippie kickboxer carried the two boxes and followed
her through the glass doors the led into the visitor's
center. She watched as Diana looked around and sighed,
shaking her head.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" Bonds asked.

"We can call it that." Diana said, following Bonds to
the steel lined desk where she set the two boxes. The
receptionist looked up from the phone bank.

"Name?" He asked.

"Diana Hanson." She said, resting her chin in her
hand.

 "Name of resident, his date of birth, room number,
sector PIN ID code, and sector head."

"Zachary Walker Hanson. October 22nd, 1985," Diana
reached into her purse and pulled out a folded piece
of blue carbon paper, "Room 33A. #0097734 Sector
DD-22A. Keri Barton."

The receptionist punched the information into the
computer and stood up, "I have to look in the box."

"Do you?" She said, smiling slightly.

"Yes, ma'am. It's compound policy." He said, reaching
for the first box.

"Compound policy? What are they worried about?"

"We have to make sure that nothing illegal is being
brought in, ma'am." The receptionist said, and then
noticed the coolness in Diana's glare before backing
off slightly, "It's the rule here."

"I'm visiting my 15 year old son. What does 'The
Compound' think I'm bringing him?"

"It's... it's the rules, ma'am."

"All right." She said, pushing the first box towards
him, "But be careful, his 9 year old sister made him a
clay doll so try not to break it."

The receptionist turned a deep shade of red as he
opened the box and searched the contents. Pulling back
the first layer of T-shirts and socks, and carefully
moving the small clay figurines, he looked over the
CDs and the small stuffed dog. He tried not to look
her in the eyes as he moved onto the second box,
lifting up the layer of letters written on notebook
paper and cards to briefly inspect the new colored
pencils, two medium sized photo albums, and the bag of
fun sized assorted candy bars. When he was finished,
he closed the box again.

"You're clear, ma'am."

"Are you sure? Is nothing breaking the rules of 'The
Compound'?" Diana said, carefully rearranging the
contents of the boxes and stacking them under her arm.


The receptionist didn't look at her again as he said,
"Sector Head Barton is waiting for you in the next
room, ma'am."

She sighed and strolled over through the sun lightened
visitors center to the large wood doors that led
further into the compound. She stepped into the darker
hallway where Keri was sitting in a leather chair. She
stood up.

"Mrs. Hanson? I'm Keri. I'm Zac's sector head." She
smiled and offered her hand. Diana squinted at her.

"Where is he?" She asked calmly.

"Right this way," Keri said, leading her down the
black lined hall, "We really like Zac here. He's a
great kid."

Diana stopped, "First off, Ms. Barton. I know my son
is a 'great kid'. Second, I'm not in a place where I'm
willing to like you so save your energy and shut your
mouth."

"All right." Keri kept up her calm demeanor as they
walked through the elevated hallway into the visitor's
center. Zac was siting with his back to them at a far
table, drumming on the edge of the table. Diana
stopped and stood still, looking at her son.

"He's right over there--" Keri started.

"Quiet. You can go back to work now." She said and
when Keri was out of the way, she slowly walked over
to Zac. She felt her eyes well up as she put her hand
on his shoulder. He turned around and for a second,
they looked at each other. Over four months of being
apart passed before Zac stood up and hugged his
mother. Diana hugged her third youngest son and kissed
him on the top of the head, holding him and feeling
his insecurity. She smiled through her tears and held
him. Tears ran down Zac's cheeks as he let down his
guard and allowed himself to feel happy, feeling and
remembering the first sensation of security he had
ever kown. Being hugged by his mom.

=Balcony...=

Dr. Rios and I stood on the elevated balcony that
circled the visitor's center as we looked down at Zac
and his mom hugging. Dr. Rios sniffled and wiped her
eyes as we stood there and watched, and I felt a
tremendous sense of happiness for Zac as he got to do
something he didn't get to do when he'd been forced to
leave. He had been pulled away from his family without
getting to say goodbye and for a moment, something in
me felt guilty for not being able to identify with his
feelings. But I shook my head and smiled, remembering
that it was Zac's moment. I felt Dr. Rios put her arm
around me and hug me. I did the same to her as we
turned around and walked down the balcony and out
through a side door, both feeling a somewhat renewed
sense of livelihood.

=Mother & Son...=

"Zac, sweetie. Let's sit down." Diana said, wiping her
eyes and trying to get Zac to release his grip on her
long enough to sit down. After a few more seconds, he
let go and sat down in a chair next to her. She gently
ran her hand across his cheek.

"I missed you." Zac said, his chin quivering and his
eyes getting wet again.

"Oh Zac..." She said, hugging him again and then letting
go when he felt secure. Zac wiped his eyes and
sniffled, sitting back in the chair and biting his
lips.

"I'm sorry, mom." He said in a small voice.

"Zac, you don't have anything to be sorry for. You
didn't do anything wrong. All you did was refuse to
hide who you are and your father and I are proud of
you for that. Don't let anyone tell you different."

Zac nodded, "So what did you bring me?"

=Waiting outside...=

After leaving the balcony, Dr. Rios had gone back to
the infirmary for a few minutes and I was left milling
around in the outer hallway around the visitor's
center. It was a pleasant enough area with gentle egg
shell colored walls and a unique Spanish brick pattern
on the floor. My palms were sweating and I moved
around with nervous energy that had returned as I did
my best to pass the time while Zac and his mom had
their private time together. There were assorted
paintings on the wall of various landscapes and some
of which contained little gatherings like carnivals
and little lawn parties. I smiled as I saw in one of
the paintings, three little girls in white dresses
chasing a small dog carrying a straw hat with pink
streams of fabric flowing from the bill. Something in
me always felt warm when I saw people having fun;
especially little kids because their desire to have
and enjoy fun would be stomped out like a dandelion
growing through a schoolyard basketball court.

Moving on from the first picture, the second was a
small town street carnival that looked like it was
from the 1920's, judging from the attire of the
people, the facades of the buildings, and the
automobiles. The signs for the stands and storefronts
were in French. In the center of the painting was a
little boy in a blue suit running with a small blue
balloon flying behind him as he streaked down the
street. All around him were other little children
carrying candied apples and little toys from the
vendors along the cobblestone street... but one
particular pair caught my eye. Two little boys in
identical white suits holding hands as they walked
down the street. One boy was blond and the other was
brown haired and I smiled again as I turned away from
the picture and ambled down the hall a ways, stuffing
my hands in my pockets as I went. Laughing to myself,
the picture imprinted itself in my memory.

"Hey Reid." Brandon came up next to me.

"Hi Brandon." I said, glad to see someone I knew.

"So... how's the meeting of the in-laws going?" He said,
smiling as he walked next to me down the hall.

"I haven't met her yet. I'm letting Zac have some time
alone with her."

"Speaking of Zac..." Brandon started to look away.

"What about him?" I said, not really concerned.

"You know Jake right?"

"Yeah. What about him?"

"Well, before Zac got sick, they had been hanging out
together quite a bit."

"They're the same age. And Zac is an outgoing person."
I didn't really know what Brandon was getting at.

"Reid, you can obviously tell that Jake has a thing
for Zac. I mean, as much as the kid tries to hide it,
he can't keep it inside."

"Like lots of guys here." I said, looking at Brandon
for a second.

He averted his eyes and continued, "All I'm saying is
that it might be a good idea if you kept an eye on
Jake. I think he might be getting a little obsessed or
a little too focused on wanting to be with Zac. I'm
not saying he'd do anything but it would be in yours
and Zac's best interests to make sure Jake doesn't try
anything."

"Brandon, I trust Zac. I know that if someone tried to
mess with him or come onto him, he wouldn't give into
the temptation. At least, if he means what he says to
me, he wouldn't." I said and I wasn't able to keep the
slight doubt from my voice.

"Just keep your eyes open. Zac IS only 15 after all
so... well, nevermind. Just keep an eye out."

"Well, if you say so."

"Don't worry about it. I gotta get to the art fair,
they're showing my paintings. Catch you later?"

"Sure." I said, smiling as Brandon took off down the
hall.

My mind couldn't help but think about what Brandon had
said. Before Zac and I had hooked up, I kept reminding
myself how he was only 15 but back then, it was a self
defense mechanism that came from my desire to keep him
from being hurt. But now that Zac had grown accustomed
to the place, something in me started to wonder if he
had decided to sample someone on the side and Jake did
seem like an inviting opportunity. But all the times
Zac had said he loved me and held me and kissed me, it
seemed like he was committed and really meant what he
said. In my mind, I went over all the reasons why Zac
wouldn't lie about something like that: he's at least
somewhat mature enough to handle a monogamous
relationship, he doesn't say serious things he doesn't
mean, he was raised by good parents, and deep down, I
knew Zac was a good person. And yet, there was a
little nagging voice in the back of my head that lent
some credence to what Brandon had said to me... for the
majority of the time Zac and I were together which was
almost constantly, there were times when he was away.
But the last thing I wanted to become was an
overbearing presence in his life. The U.S. government
had done plenty of that for the both of us.

"Reid?" Keri came up to me and touched my shoulder,
pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"She wants to meet you." Keri said, smiling.

"Terrific."

=Visitors Center=

Halfway down the hall, Zac met me and grabbed my
wrist; pulling me forward and nearly making me trip on
my way to the black door leading into the center. I
pulled back, "Zac, hold on."

"Reid! Come on..." Zac said, grinning from ear to ear
and he pulled at my hand.

"No, wait." I was suddenly getting cold feet. My head
felt dizzy and my vision seemed to blur. It was one of
those "zero barrier" moments in your life. Where you
realize that you're about to cross a point that you
can't go back over and can never change or alter to
result for as long as you live and it's pretty damn
scary. I only had maybe two in my life up until that
point, the first was when I told my friend I was gay
and then when I stopped my dad from hitting me with a
baseball bat the next day.

Zac didn't say anything for a few seconds until he
leaned in and kissed me long and deep on the lips,
sending a warm rush through my body and making me
whimper and shake. He pulled away and looked into my
eyes, "Reid... stop being such a pussy."

"OK, let's go." I closed my eyes and walked forward
into the visitor's center. We walked in and Zac's mom
was sitting at the table and in the split second
before she saw me, my body wanted to bolt but Zac's
grip on my hand was iron clad but still gentle. She
looked up and smiled as I put on my best "gentleman"
face and stuck out my hand, which she promptly ignored
and pulled me into a strong hug. I looked at Zac over
her shoulder and he smiled and gave me the thumbs up
as his mom kissed me on the cheek and pulled away as I
did my best to keep the young Christian bible studier
look on my face.

"Oh stop it." She said and I let my face relax, "So
you're Reid?"

"Yes I am." My voice sounded completely phony. She
laughed again.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bite you... at least not
yet."

"Good to know." I said, not able to hide the edge of
fear in my voice.

She smiled again and sat back down, motioning for me
to do the same and I sat down at the table across from
her and Zac sat down next to me, draping his leg over
mine as usual. She put her chin in her hand and looked
at me.

"So Zac tells me you're 19." She said and I grimaced.
The age thing.

"Yeah. But I don't smoke... or drink. Which is a good
thing because if I drank, it would be illegal and that
wouldn't be very good. If I drank, it would mean that
I'd have to... get a fake ID... and they don't allow
alcohol in our... sector..." I trailed off, noticing how
Mrs. Hanson wasn't particularly impressed with my
rambling.

"I'm not worried about your age as it relates to Zac.
I'm asking because Zac said you lived on your own for
a year."

"Yeah. I moved out and for a year, I was on my own."

"Zac also mentioned that your parents were less than
pleased with your lifestyle."

"We can call it that."

"I'm sorry, Reid. When Zac told his father and I, we
weren't sure how to take it. We worried about if he'd
be treated badly and then when this whole monstrosity
was put together, we encouraged him to keep it quiet,"
She looked at Zac, "But now I can tell that was pretty
wrong of us. It forced us to refine what we thought
about homosexuality and even then, I was still worried
because when Zac finally found someone he loved, I
wondered if that person would live up to my
expectations of them."

Zac rubbed my knee with his fingertips and smiled at
me.

"I can tell after talking to you for just this past
minute that you do. So before you pee yourself, stop
worrying." She said and reached over, patting me on
the hand. It felt like a huge one ton weight had been
lifted off my chest and I breathed deeply and settled
back in the chair, feeling the tension ease out of me
once again. Zac leaned over and kissed me on the
cheek.

"Where'd the scar come from?" She asked. She was
referring to the small white line above my right eye.

"Mom..." Zac said softly, shaking his head slightly.

"No Zac, it's OK. I got this scar when my dad hit me
with a curtain rod."

"With a curtain rod?" She asked, incredulously.

"Yeah. I came in the house after school and he hit me
because he was drunk. Or bored. I never asked him
which."

"And this man is walking the streets?"

"Yeah. And he has five other children."

"How horrible!" She said.

"It's not like you never did it." Zac said. I nudged
him in the side with my elbow, making him squirm and
giggle. Mrs. Hanson shook her head and smiled.

"Can we open the boxes now?" Zac whined impatiently,
reaching for one of the two large boxes. His mom
nodded and Zac tore the tape off  and looked inside,
pulling out several black T-shirts. They were assorted
80's retro band shirts that I hadn't seen since the
second grade, including a Whitesnake shirt, a Grateful
Dead shirt, a charming 'liquor in the front, poker in
the rear' beige T-shirt, two cute Hard Rock café
shirts and a maroon Adidas soccer shirt. Zac pulled it
out and smiled.

"Tay sent that for you." She said.

Zac folded it neatly on the table with the other
shirts and continued his expedition through the care
package. After pulling out three pairs of black socks
and setting them on the table, he carefully pulled out
three figures wrapped in butcher paper. The first was
an adorable bird made out of blue play doh. Zac
admired it carefully and set it down on the table, and
his mom explained that the figures were made by his
little sisters and his little brother. All I could do
was sit back and watch as he unwrapped the last two, a
clay rendering of one of the Anamaniacs and a musical
note that had been painted black. He seemed genuinely
touched by the presents and it was nice to see him so
happy. The next layer contained several older CD's
including The Beach Boys, Eric Clapton, Boys II Men,
and Blues Traveler.

"Do you guys have the means to play them?" She asked.

"Sure. I've got a CD player." I said, watching Zac
pull out a small floppy dog. It was a brown mutt-type
and Zac smiled slightly as he let the old, raggedy
stuffed animal flop around in his hand. The corduroy
had been worn off his ears and the buttons that had
been his eyes had been sewn back on several times
over. The tail was basically only a thick piece of
string with some strands of fabric peeling off. Zac's
eyes looked far away and he held the dog and stroked
it.

"You OK?" I asked, rubbing his arm.

"Huh? Oh... yeah. I'm cool. I had this since I was like
a baby." He smiled again and set the old thing down
gingerly ontop of the folded T-shirts. He tore into
the second box and pulled out two large stacks of
notebook paper and looked them over.

"We had to lease our own section of the post office."
She said, "We've gotten so many letters of support
that we could barely keep track of them all."

"So are these the best?" I asked.

"No. Everyone in the family wrote a letter to you,
Zac."

Zac looked over them for a second, "Can I read these
later?"

"Sure, but after you read Taylor's, either dispose of
it so no one else can read it or hide it where no one
can find it." She said and a moment of silence passed
between the three of us as Zac confirmed something to
himself and I realized what it meant. Zac went back to
work, pulling out a beautiful set of professional
colored pencils and even I, he who couldn't sit
through Fantasia, was impressed with the quality.
After the pencils, out came two large dark brown
leather bound photo albums. Zac opened the first one
and flipped through a few pages, setting it on the
table so I could look at them as he did. There were
several pictures of what looked like his family on a
beach.

"We went to Hawaii a couple weeks after the Grammies.
It was to try and take our minds off what happened."
She said, trying not to sound sad and drive Zac on a
guilt trip.

"We'll look at these later too." Zac said, kissing me
on the cheek again as the last contents came out of
the box. The final thing was a bag of small Snickers
and Milky Way bars and my mouth watered. I hadn't
tasted an actual, real chocolate treat in so long it
made my stomach growl. Both Zac and his mom noticed
and Zac tossed me the bag as we got up and walked to
the agent standing by the door leading to the rest of
the compound. After a few short words, the three of us
walked out and into the hallway where Dr. Rios passed
by us.

"Mom, this is the doctor who saved me." Zac said,
pulling Dr. Rios over to his mother.

"So are you the one who yelled at me?" She asked,
smiling.

"I'm sorry about that." Mrs. Hanson said ernestly.

"It's all right. It's great to meet you. I've got to
go." Dr. Rios continued down the hall as we made our
way back to the room. Zac introduced his mom to his
various friends along the way, including Jake who
wasn't looking any better than he had the last time
I'd seen him. As I passed by, my mouth full of
chocolate goodness, he looked like he wanted to say
something but he couldn't quite do it. He'll work up
to it, I told myself as we kept on down the hall. Zac
carried both the boxes up the door to our room and
pressed his fingers into the ID pad and the door swung
open. After we walked in and Zac had set the boxes
down on the bed, Mrs. Hanson wrinkled her nose
slightly.

"Well, I can tell two boys live in here." She said.

Zac showed here around, showing her all his academic
awards as I sat on the bed and watched... and ate. She
pulled out a camera and took his picture as he stood
in different parts of the room, and several with him
sitting next to me, pretending to do all sorts of
intimate acts. She said she wanted to take back plenty
of pictures to show everyone that Zac was doing all
right and that he was happy. But all too soon, the
official visiting hours were over. Keri came by to let
Mrs. Hanson know that the shuttle would be leaving
soon and I could feel Zac tense up at the thought of
having to say goodbye so soon. They got up off the bed
and for a second, I stayed there thinking that Zac
might want to be alone... but of course, I had assumed
and been proven wrong.

We walked back to the visitor's center and a guard
escort followed us out to the shuttle boarding
station. It was nighttime and the temperature had
decreased quite a bit, making it a pleasant 75 degrees
as Zac and his mom hugged. I watched as she held him
and I could hear Zac sniffling softly as she kissed
him on the cheek, then hugging me and doing the same,
making me feel a weird sensation of approval.

"I'll come back soon. I'll bring everyone." She said,
stroking his hair.

"Cool." He said, putting on a brave face, "Bye mom."

"Bye Zac." She said hugging him again, "Take care of
him Reid."

"Will do." I said, kicking myself instantly for such a
lame response.

She kissed Zac one last time on the forehead and left
quickly, walking out onto the shuttle and not looking
back as it pulled away. Zac stood still for a second
before I walked up and put my arm around him, and he
needed no more encouragement as he wrapped his arms
around me and we hugged. I held him and swayed back
and forth, enjoying the night breeze on us as we stood
there quietly, listening to the sound of the breeze
ruffling the tropical foliage and the sounds of the
night around us on the platform. Zac wasn't crying
anymore and his breathing felt peaceful and calm as my
cheek rested against his forehead and I gently played
with his ponytail, straightening the dark hair and
smoothing it out against his back.

The sky was quite clear and when we looked up, the
stars were beautiful and the moon shone brightly down
on us. It was really a nice thing to be able to see
unobstructed.

"That's us." Zac murmured softly. He pointed to a pair
of stars standing by themselves in a patch of the dark
sky. He smiled and hugged me again as I kissed him on
the chin and then on the tip of his nose, and then on
his lips. A light, warm loving kiss. He moved his arms
from around my lower back to around my neck as he
kissed me again and a gust of warm, sweet sea scented
air passed over us and I could feel the goosebumps
stand out on his arms as I slowly let my tongue slip
into his mouth and the tips of our tongues wrestled
together. We were swaying in the breeze at that point,
and it must have looked like we were dancing and we
kissed, savoring the feeling of warmth and security.
And love...

=8:30pm. All residents are expected to be back in
their rooms.=

"Way ahead of ya." I said. Zac and I had ambled back
to the room and climbed into bed together much earlier
than usual. Keri had come by to see if Zac was feeling
OK and she seemed to bristle when she saw Zac's new,
non-uniform T-shirts. Zac used his charm and
bargaining skills to talk her into letting us wear
them as nightshirts and after we promised not to wear
them any further than the ASM, she said OK. And there
we laid. Zac was sporting his Whitesnake T-shirt and
looking irresistibly butt rock as I spooned him from
behind, gently running the tip of my finger over the
silver lacquered "W" on the front of the shirt.

"You were so awesome." He sighed, settling back
against me.

"Just doin' my job." I said, kissing the back of his
neck.

"I'm serious. She was ready to buy us Tupperware. You
were so cool." He turned around and kissed me several
times. He turned around and snuggled back against me
as I continued to gently stroke his chest. The room
was pleasantly warm and all we needed was the top
sheet over us and as I continued to rub his T-shirt
covered chest, I could see how my touch was obviously
exciting him. He straightened out his legs and let his
head fall back and he began to lick my earlobe gently.

"You aren't too drained?" I whispered in his ear.

"I'm never too drained for you." He said and he rolled
over, straddling my hips and kissing me deeply as the
sheet fellaway to reveal his body completely naked
from the waist down. His tool was hard as a diamond
and stuck straight up against the black fabric of his
T-shirt and as he leaned in to kiss me, the underside
rubbed against my stomach. My hands slid up and down
his back under his shirt and when they traveled down
to his ass, he gasped and then moaned into my mouth as
I squeezed his buttocks firmly. He nibbled on my upper
lip as he thrust his hips forward and pushed back
against my hands, spreading his asscheeks apart
slightly and allowing the warm air to glide over his
pink pucker. He breathed into my mouth and we both
heard the familiar beep of the overhead dispenser and
Zac yelped when the cold packet fell and slapped his
bare ass. I laughed between kisses as he gripped the
edges of the pillow and kissed me harder, pressing his
crotch into my stomach.

I went to pull his shirt off but he stopped me and
panted in my ear, "Let's keep it on."

"Mmmm... you want me to fuck my little 80's hair band
boy, huh?"

"Oh yeah... make me scream like the guy from Warrant..."
He said and we both cracked up as we made out. He
broke the kiss and pressed his face into my neck as I
opened the packet, pulled his cheeks apart and
squeezed the cool gel into his ass. His heart was
pounding and I could feel it under the word "snake" on
his shirt and he held onto me, pushing his ass back on
my wet fingers. He tried to hump my stomach and make
me finger fuck him, but I pulled my fingers out and he
moaned in frustration, letting go of the pillow,
grabbing my face in his hands, and kissing me, shoving
his tongue into my throat like some demented tequila
worm. He was sitting almost directly on the underside
of my cock and I had to raise him up to pull the sheet
down, letting it bounce out and make a wet slapping
sound as it flew up into the hot, wet crevice of his
ass. He wrapped his fingers around my collar and
pulled me forward, guiding me over off the bed so I
was standing, my cock only about two inches up off the
mattress. Zac slid over and laid on his back, pulling
his legs up with his hands behind his knees and
exposing his hole once again, pushing his ass down at
me.

Setting my thighs against the bed, I reached down and
put my hands on his hips, pulling him up to me and
pressing my cock slowly into his lubed ass, pushing my
cockhead against the tight ring of his hole. Zac sat
up and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close
and pressing his face against my shoulder as my cock
slowly urged itself into him, patiently awaiting the
moment when his rosebud would relax........... and then the
amazing sensation as my cock slid deep inside him,
slowly being swallowed by the hot steaminess of his
rectum. Zac was staying remarkably calm and not
shivering as much as usual as he kept planting wet,
firm kisses all over my face, his hot breath blowing
over my sweat soaked forehead as I slid in and out,
rubbing his prostate and inducing a slightly startled
half yelp half moan of surprise and pleasure
in-between his kisses.

My thrusts began to speed up as Zac groaned and his
back stiffened. His arms relaxed from my shoulders and
he fell back on the bed, arching his back as I moved
in and out of him with great care. Zac was moaning in
a steady pattern now, slightly soft as I slid out and
back in and a choked cry as I hit the firm nugget of
his prostate when I bottomed out. His legs wrapped
around my waist and squeezed along with my thrusts as
I ran my hands down onto his soft stomach and pushed
the T-shirt up over his nipples and tweaked them,
flicking them with my fingers and sending Zac into
fits. His nipples had turned into small dark
lightening rods of sexual energy and everytime I
touched them, his body would jerk and his muscles
would spasm so hard I could feel them in his feet.

My hands slid back down the sweaty line from his pecs
to his stomach and I cupped his cock and balls,
squeezing his loose, low hanging scrotum dotingly as I
struggled to keep from cumming deep inside his
entrails. My other hand stroked his cock, using the
constant surge of precum he was pumping out, making my
hand slide up and down his cock and feeling it throb
and get even harder as my combined actions continued.
His back arched again before he laid back down and
looked up at me.

"Harder..." He throated.

My body shook as my hands slid from his cock and balls
over to his wide hips and I squeezed them and a soft
squishing sound caught our ears as the thick coating
of precut on my fingers squeezed out between my
fingers. I dug my fingers into the soft skin of his
hips and he gasped as I began to piston myself in and
out of him, drilling deep into his bowels with my
cock, feeling the almost searing heat of his ass slide
against me. I looked down and saw his cock, the tight
stretched skin of his shaft had turned a bright pink
and the blue vein running under the skin was more
pronounced than I had ever seen it on another guy.
Zac's moans were turning into primal yells of passion
and he was half off the bed, shoving his ass back on
my cock and trying to take every inch, both balls, and
one asscheek inside of him.

He groaned one last time and his ass swirled and
tightened on me like a vice and his back arched so far
I was worried he might pull a muscle. The T-shirt fell
back and exposed his stomach and his ribs as his legs
tightened around my waist, squeezing the air out of me
and the tell tale shuddering spasms inside his ass
followed by the hot white streams of his hot nectar as
they painted his stomach broke down the wall of
resistance I had built up. My head fell back and my
hands tightened on his waist and my cock swelled,
spewing what felt like an endless series of wonderful
gushes of hot cum inside him. My mind was reeling and
my body shuddered as Zac's body went limp and his legs
fell from around my waist, his ass sliding off my
softening cock with a slurp. His body landed back on
the bed with a creak and he laid there, breathing
heavily and his eyes were shut tight like a baby sloth
and he didn't trust himself to move.

My feet gave out and I collapsed next to him, my body
spent and drenched with sweat as Zac rolled over ontop
of me and I felt the wet skin of his stomach and the
damp, sticky fabric of his T-shirt against my bare
back. He nuzzled my neck and hugged me tightly from
behind, gasping in my ear and pressing himself against
me, needing me close for security. We both took a deep
breath together and Zac giggled softly in my ear.

"What?" I murmured, my voice impeded because half of
it was pressed against the bed.

"That... was dope." He gasped, nuzzling me one more time
before pulling the sheet over us. My body immediately
succumbed to fatigue and my eyelids felt like they
were made of lead as Zac held onto me again, not for
security, but protectively. His arms slid under my
waist and held me tightly, his soft cock lying warmly
against the crack of my ass and the last hot streams
of his load leaked out. Our breathing came and went as
one, gradually calming and our bodies laid together
sharing their warmth until we both drifted off to
sleep in the darkness as the lights dimmed slowly. The
last sensation I could remember was the warm skin of
Zac's arms against my waist...

=The Confrontation...=

Brandon sat in his room, flipping through a smuggled
gay porn magazine trying to find some suitable jack
off material. He didn't have the inclination to go out
an seduce some mindless little newbie and from the
screams in the other room, Zac was occupied... for now
at least. Brandon reached down and massaged the
growing erection in his shorts as he gazed at a
jailbait model... long blond hair, brown eyes... beautiful
body... this kid looked enough like Zac to be nearly as
good. But then again, once Brandon had taken his
greatest gift... his monogamy... that's all Zac would
be. Just a crumpled up former teen idol. Thrown away
like a discarded cum rag. His heart would shatter when
the second guy broke his heart when he was at his most
vulnerable. Then he'd cut his wrists and go mope
around with Reid in the other world.

When Brandon joined them in a few years, they would be
his slaves. His dirty slaves to plow the fields of
squalor while Brandon sat upon his golden throne and
had his pick from all the waifs who fought and killed
on the battlefield for the right to sit on his lap and
be deflowered. Then he would stand on the highest rock
and cast lightning from his fingertips down and the
slaves before him, turning them into hunched over
trolls to continue his bidding. He would stand above
them and his eyes would glow as he seared them all,
taking their livelihood and putting inside him as he
elevated himself to the gates of heaven... then he would
turn the lifelight upon God and take his place.
Judging those who had hurt him and sending them to
their just reward.

A knocking at the door.

Brandon sighed and tossed the magazine back under his
mattress and strolled over the door, making a minimal
attempt to hide his erection. He opened the door to
see Keri.

"Hi Brandon." She said, in a condescending voice that
Brandon didn't appreciate.

"Hello Ms. Barton."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure." Brandon said, putting on his perfect all
American boy voice.

Keri walked in and leaned against Brandon's dresser.
For a moment they sized each other up as Brandon
walked back and sat down on his bed.

"Did you want something?" He asked pleasantly.

"I want you to stop whatever you're doing with Zac and
Reid."

"What am I doing?" He said, smiling and batting his
long eyelashes.

"You're trying to break them up. I want you to stop."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know that you're trying to suggest different things
to them. I saw the videocam that picked up you
'warning' Zac about Reid hurting him. Then I overheard
you 'warning' Reid about Zac and Jake. Don't you think
for one second that I don't know what you're trying to
do. I saw what you did to Andy, and James, and Colin,
and Luke, and I saw what you did to Jake. I saw and I
see every day how much you hurt them. I'm telling you
right now that you will not hurt anymore of my boys."

"Look... if you want to take out your quasi-aggressive
miscarriage induced motherhood protectiveness on me, I
can't stop you. But I don't think the head warden, Ms.
Del Toro, would take too kindly to your intimidation
tactics." Brandon said, finishing with his smirk using
only the side of his mouth. What he didn't expect was
Keri grabbing him by the collar and shoving him back
against the mattress, holding him down helplessly.

"You listen to me, you little sociopath," Keri said
with a flat tone of cold anger in her voice, "If you
don't stop screwing with Zac and Reid, I will take the
tapes to Warden Del Toro and she will see what kind of
a lunatic you are. You'll be taken out of here and put
in X sector with all the other crazies. The only
reason you aren't there now is because I don't have
the evidence... but if I see Zac and Reid fighting and
you get anywhere NEAR Zac... you will be locked in a
rubber room. Understood?"

"How dare you treat me like this, you amazon--"

"Shut up. You remember what I said and you behave. Or
you will be taken to X sector within the hour and you
will not be able to hurt anymore of my kids." Keri
hissed, releasing Brandon and walking out the door.
She stopped and turned around, listening to the
creaking and groaning from down the hall, "Or maybe,
Zac and Reid love each other enough to not be swayed
by your little game...."

Brandon sat on the bed outraged... and helpless. Fucking
helpless for the first time in his life.

=Tulsa...=

3:56am. His heart ached.

As he lay there in his bed, tears streamed down his
porcelain cheeks and he sniffled in the darkness. His
heart was racked with pain at the thought of his
little brother being locked away from him. He reached
up and wiped away the tears and tried to get himself
under control. His body shuddered and he took a deep,
trembling breath and his chin quivered as memories of
old times flooded back into his brain and he was
powerless to stop them. He pulled the covers up over
his head and sobbed, not wanting to wake anyone up as
the guilt hit him like a sledgehammer.

It was unfair and it wasn't right... it was so wrong and
it tortured him every day to know that his brother was
locked away when he had every biological trait that
said he should be right along side him. But mom had
said no. She had said she wasn't losing two of her
boys to some witch hunting expedition.

Why didn't you talk him out it?! He hissed at himself,
clenching his hands into fists and mentally berating
himself. The thousands of ways he could have changed
his mind or convinced him otherwise... it was his
responsibility. He had failed as a big brother. He had
failed at his responsibility to make sure nothing bad
happened to anyone in his family. Then came the guilt
of all the times he'd yelled to get him to hurry up or
take things more seriously... to not be as funny or take
so much joy in being alive... or when he'd stolen his
solos and sang over him or talked over him in
interviews... The sobs continued to wrack his body and
he pulled his thin frame into a ball and sobbed
miserably. After the horrible guilt came the memories
of happier times... all the times they had goofed around
backstage and playfully wrestled and agitated one
another.

When he felt the kiss, he felt all the good times
being pulled away. He felt his wild little buddy being
yanked away and all the fun they'd had all over the
world was pulled away from him and sent off to be kept
in some prison a million miles away. The fun that was
never going to be had again...

All the fun they'd had in Europe, Australia, Tokyo,
France, England... all the concerts all over the world
where they would sing together... all the fun they had
meeting Jay Leno, David Letterman, Aerosmith, Ugly
Phil, The Spice Girls, Rosie O'Donnell, John Popper...
all their water gun fights in the tour bus... the first
night on their very first trip to L.A. when he was too
scared to sleep alone... all the fun they'd had at the
zoos and waterparks and posh hotels where they didn't
really know how to act but played and pretended to be
rich rock stars and all the playful hugs and times
that they ran around and made videos and went surfing
and the times that he had come so close to telling him
the truth but not being able to until it was too
late.... It had all been taken away in one foul swoop....
Gone forever...

=11:45am. Please have your soiled laundries ready
outside the door of your room.=

It was Saturday morning and it was laundry day. Zac
and I had spent the morning digging crusty shorts and
shirts and socks out from behind and under our bed. We
found a nice deposit of dirty stank dark blue socks
behind Zac's desk and after daring each other to smell
one, Zac finally did. I nearly wet myself as he
pretended to have a seizure from the stench. Then we
went back to cleaning.

The stains in Zac's Whitesnake shirt came out with
some scrubbing with a washcloth and hand soap and it
went back under the mattress with his other shirts.
But the bed was a different matter. After stripping
the sheets, there was a large crusty stain on the
mattress itself and after admiring our handiwork, we
flipped the mattress over and applied the clean
sheets. When all was said and done, there was a mound
of dirty, formagish clothing almost as tall as Zac and
when the laundry crew found it, then swore in Spanish
as they loaded it into the large bin and wheeled it
away.

"How many washers did we fill?" Zac laughed, plopping
back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, at least 10." I sat down next to him and stroked
his bare knee.

"Reid... I'm going to tell you something..."

"Yeah..." I said, warily.

"I looked through those letters that my mom brought
me..."

"And you read the one that no one is supposed to see,
right?"

"Right. And the reason no one could see it is
because--"

"It would mean that the author would be brought into
custody." I finished his sentence.

"Yeah..." He sat up and cupped his hand around my ear
and whispered, "Taylor is gay."

I nodded and smiled, pretending he had told me a funny
joke. I winked at him and leaned down, kissing him on
the cheek and putting my mouth next to his ear, "I'm
cool with it. We don't need to worry because Keri
intercepts all the security footage. She wouldn't rat
him out."

Zac smiled and kissed me, looking relieved.

"What about Ike? Is this going to be like 'The
Exchange' with all three of you guys turning out gay?"

"Ike is straight as an arrow, sadly. He's hung like a
donkey."

I looked at him in horror that he would notice
something.

"Oh grow up." He said, "What's 'The Exchange'?"

"It was an erotic Hanson story on the net that I read
before I came in here."

"An erotic Hanson story?!" Zac asked, laughing in
disbelief.

"Yeah... there were plenty. Didn't you read any?"

"I wasn't allowed to explore the World Wide Web's gay
offerings... are you serious about the erotic Hanson
stories?"

"Yep. There were quite a few."

"Well... what happened in them? Tell me about them."

"I remember one that I liked where the band was on The
Real World and Taylor fell in love with this really
sweet kid who loved him back but had trouble showing
it. It was really cool."

"Was I in it?"

"Oh yeah. In most of the stories, it focused on Taylor
falling in love with the author and Zac coming to
grips with his gayness on the side. I only read one or
two where you were the main character." I said,
purposely pushing his buttons.

"Well, that sucks. Who did I fall in love with in the
stories where I was mentioned?"

"In the Real World story, you fell in love with this
Australian kid. But of course, you played hard to
get."

"Shut up! I'd never do that!" He said, slapping me
tenderly in the shoulder, "What about the one where
all three of us are gay? What happened in that one?"

"Taylor fell in love with his kid from the moors of
England. It was a really sweet, romantic love story.
It really was like the big, huge rockstar falls in
love with the everyday guy on a coincidence. It was a
long, legendary story." I said, yawning and lying back
on the bed next to him and our fingers interlocked and
we held hands.

"Who did I fall in love with?"

"You fell in love with this kid who was a classmate of
the guy Taylor fell in love with. At one point, you,
Taylor, and Ike all went to his English private school
in this exchange thing."

"Wow... was there a lot of 'experimenting'?" Zac asked,
blowing peacefully in my ear.

"Well, Taylor and this kid had kind of a foursome and
a three some on a few occasions. And you had sex with
a kid from the school and fought with the guy you fell
in love with."

"I cheated on him. How mean."

"Yeah. You and him and Taylor and the kid he fell in
love with had a foursome in the trailer after a big
concert in England."

"Did I have sex with Tay?" Zac asked, grimacing.

"Well... yeah, kinda."

"Eww..." He shuddered.

"Oh yeah," I said, "A lot of those stories featured
you and Tay having some wild, sweaty, butt lovin'."

"I've seen Tay naked and he ain't all that."

"I'll take your word for it." I said, "But damn, he
looks sexy in those tanktops."

"Oh my god! He claimed that he wore them for 'physical
comfort'."

"Was it an attitude problem?"

"Nah, he's never had an attitude. He just liked
hearing girls scream over him. I never understood it
but what the hell..." Zac said and I smiled at how wise
and learned he sounded.

"I seem to remember seeing pictures of you wearing
tanktops..."

"Yeah. I was wearing them for physical comfort,
nothing more."

" Uh huh..."

"How are you insinuate that I would show my body off!"

I put my hands up in mock fear and he laughed and
rolled over onto his side next to me, nuzzling my neck
and kissing me gently. I let my face fall against his
and I kissed him back, gentle babykisses between
giggles. We looked into each other's eyes and gazed
torpidly at one another, Zac ran his fingers through
my hair and I could have looked into the deep hazel
wells of his eyes for an eternity. A stray wisp of his
hair fell down across his forehead and laid there
shining under the light, his lips pursed into a smile
and he closed his eyes for a second. His hand ran
through my hair one last time and went down to the
pocket in his shorts. My heart raced and I could tell
by the look in his eyes what was about to happen...

He reached back and pushed a button on the stereo.
Seconds later, "Again" by Lenny Kravitz played and I
felt a lump in the back of my throat.

"Mr. Cameron..." Zac cooed softly, producing a small
plastic spider shaped ring from his pocket and sliding
it onto my third finger from the left, "Will you marry
me?"

=To Be Continued...=