Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1998 21:29:11 EDT
From: BBBRok1057@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok

Ok Folks, here goes!  This story is complete fiction(wish it wasn't, but it
is), so I am not implying anything about Brian Littrell of the Backstreet
Boys.  I hope you all enjoy this story!  If you have any comments,
constructive criticisms, or just want to say "hello", sometimes I do
requests, too, then you can send me mail at BBBRok1057@aol.com...I'd love to
hear from you!  Remember, this is complete FANTASY!!!

Banging Bad-Boy
by Leprechaun

   It was about a year ago when I finally made my way to Los Angeles and
was getting started with my movie career.  I knew I wanted to be a star
since I was really young.  I was 18 when I made it to L.A., I'm 19 now.  I
think that the main reason I wanted to go to Hollywood and be a star the
most was that I wanted to meet Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys so
bad.  Ever since I saw them in concert about 3 years ago, I couldn't think
of anything but Brian.  When the All Access Video came out, I was the first
in line to buy it. Oh, by the way, I'm about six foot tall, about 175lbs,
have a swimmer's build with blue eyes and brown hair that is cut like
Leonardo Dicaprio's before he chopped it all off.
   Anyway, I'm from Texas, but on my sixteenth birthday, I got an agent
from Dallas to help me make it big into movies.  His name was Tom Miller.
He seemed like the most respectable agent I had ever met with, and as soon
as he saw me in a play I was in at the time, he signed me to a contract.
Tom knew I was gay when he signed me, but I had to agree to stay in the
closet if he was going to help me make it.  I agreed since it was such a
small price to pay.
    I had been under contract with Tom for about five months, doing small
gigs like commercials for fast food resturaunts and the sort, when he found
out that there were open auditions being held for a small independent movie
called "Into The Sun".  The movie was about a teenager coming into his
sexuality, which seemed overdone to me, but Tom immediately got me a plane
ticket to go out to the auditions in Hollywood.  But, to make a long story
short, I got the part.
    After I made the movie, which paid very little, I got alot of kudos
from Hollywood for my performance.  I was just as shocked as Tom when a
major talent agency in Hollywood came knocking on my door to sign me.  I
reluctantly left Tom and moved on to the agency.  My new agent, that was
assigned to me was named Barbara.  She seemed like a really nice person,
and was immediatley finding movie scripts for me to look over and try out
for.
    I decided to do another movie that was half independent and half studio
funded.  Anyway, making the story shorter, the movie wrapped and was ready
to be released.  Barbara and the studio got me to go on a show to promote
the movie.  The host was a man by the name of Todd Hansen.  It was a small
show that mainly was broadcast locally, but would still get some publicity
for the movie.  They said if the show went well, they would try to get me
on a bigger show.
    I got to the studio at 5 a.m. on Monday morning, groggy as hell, but
looking forward to doing the show.  As soon as I stepped into the green
room, the stage manager ushered me into the adjoining room to meet Todd.  I
saw him sitting at his desk, more or less twiddling his thumbs, and he got
up to shake my hand.  After a small "nice to meet you" type talk, I sat
down at the rickety chair in front of his desk.  It was a real shabby
office, I could tell this was the armpit of talk shows.

    "Matt, it's nice to meet you finally.  I really enjoyed your
performance in 'Into The Sun'."
    "I'm glad to hear you liked it." I said nicely but knew I was giving a
'Yeah, like you saw it' look.
    "So, what's the new movie called?" Todd asked me
    "It's called 'Glass Houses'.  It's really a great movie and I'm glad I
am getting the chance to promote it."  I replied, losing the look.
    "What's it about?" I could tell this wasn't just small talk, this was
like a pre-interview for him to feel me out, and see how I would react to
his questions.
    "It's a movie about a guy that is addicted to drugs, living on the
street, not knowing where to turn.  It's a demographic that usually doesn't
get addressed like this director approached it." I replied, trying to sound
excited and intellectual at the same time.
    "When will the movie be released?"  Todd stayed at the same level on
each question, sorta like Ben Stein, his tone never changing.
    "Well, it will be released for preview in Los Angeles next week, and
then go national about two weeks after that."
    "How do you feel about the gossip going around that you might be
nominated for Best Actor at the Academy Awards next spring for 'Into The
Sun'?"  His tone still the same.
    "I'm really excited to find out if the gossip is based on any merit,
really.  If I do get nominated, I'll be very happy to just be nominated."
I answered sort of slowly, like I was asking a question.

    I guess I passed the Q&A, because his tone changed and he started
giving me the run-down of what events were to transpire during the show.

    "Well, how this is going to work is, first, I'll do my intro, then
we'll show a clip from the movie.  After the clip is done, we'll bring you
out, and your interview should last about 15 to 20 minutes.  We'll talk
about the movie, some personal stuff, and then wrap up.  Then the music act
will perform and I'll just have you move down the couch, so that I can
interview them when they are done, okay?" he said, not really asking, but
telling me that this is how it works.
    "Yeah, that's cool, but you don't want me to leave the stage?  You want
me to stay out there with the other guests?"  I said sort of stupidly.
    "Yes, please, we like to have all the guests on the stage toward the
end of the show.  Is that a problem?"  He asked, as if he would have done
something if there was a problem.
    "No, just not what I expected is all." I answered.
    "Good.  Well, we have a buffet set up in the green room, help yourself
to some breakfast, or a drink, the stage manager will come get you when
it's time for you to come on, okay?"
    "Sure." I got up and we shook hands again, before I was escorted to the
green room again.

    The green room was actually beautiful compared to Todd's office.  It
had two big overstuffed green sofas and a couple chairs to match.  Against
one was a long table with all kinds of breakfast foods, with a bar on the
opposite wall.  There was also a television that you could watch the show
on until it was your turn to go on.  Off to the other side of the buffett
was a huge restroom.  I immediately went to the buffett and got some fruit
and the sort and sat down on the couch in front of the television. The show
wouldn't start for another hour and a half, so I decided to turn it on to
MTV and wait it out.
    I sat, eating my breakfast until about six o'clock.  About that time,
the stage manager and crew were going in and out asking me all kinds of
questions, then leaving hurriedly leaving like I was going to yank them
back into the room.  I was looking forward to having the other guests show
up, since I was feeling like the "odd man out".  Six-Thirty came and went
and I had still not seen any other guests, but the stage manager and Todd
didn't seem to be the least bit worried, so I didn't either.  I guess
that's just how musical acts are, they show up when they want to.
    Six Forty-Five and I was starting to get worried. The show was going to
start in 15 minutes, and I didn't want to try to find enough to talk about
for a whole hour if the music act didn't show up.  But, I noticed that Todd
and the stage manager still seemed calm, so I didn't let it bother me.
Seven O'clock, it was official, I was the only guest there.  I turned the
T.V. to the station that handled the show and saw it starting.  There was
Todd, and he didn't look bothered at all.  I had about 15 minutes left
until they would come get me, so I got my clothes that I brought for the
show and went into the bathroom.  I decided I would where this long sleeve
blue silk-velvet shirt I had bought the day before and these black generic
jeans that had bright white seams, so they looked expensive, and my black
"combat boots".
    As soon as I finished changing, I went back into the green room and
plopped down in front of the T.V. again.  I hadn't been sitting two minutes
when the door opened and the stage manager peeked his head in.

   "Matt, there's been a change of plan, the music just got here and
they're already set up, so we're gonna let them do their song and interview
first, okay?"  he said, not showing anymore than his head through the door
opening.
    "Sure! That's fine. Thanks!" I said excitedly now that I had nothing to
worry about.

    Without another word, he was gone.  I slumped back into the couch,
relieved that the band showed up.  I watched Todd do his intro which was
funny, but in a real corny way.  He talked about current issues and made
fun of everything you could think of from the president to Marilyn Manson.
Finally, after ten minutes of bullshit, the show cut to a commercial.  The
band had still not been announced, but I didn't think anything of it
really, except that my name had been mentioned twice already.  I figured
the band must have been really new if he didn't mention them at all.
    I sat there, watching the commercials, just staring blankly at the
television when finally Todd was back.  He was standing to the side of the
stage, holding a CD that looked familiar to me, but I couldn't tell who was
on it.

    "Our first guest is a group from Orlando, Florida.  They recently just
sold their 12 millionth record.  We're pleased to have them on our show.
Everyone give it up for The Backstreet Boys!!!" Todd announced with much
enthusiasm.

    At first, I was stunned, but then I know I must have fell off the couch
from leaning into the T.V. cause my butt hit the floor hard.  I immediatley
regained my composure to see the one, the only Brian start the song
"Everybody".  I thought I was gonna hyperventilate right there.  I was
gonna be on the same stage, being interviewed by Todd, while the Backstreet
Boys were sitting right next to me!!  I think at that point, I screamed.  I
knew I wouldn't be able to keep my composure during the interview.  I
immediatley ran over to the bar and found the strongest booze possible,
took the cap off, and chugged as much as I could without spewing.
   I took several more drinks before I heard the Boys end their song.  I
looked over at the T.V. to see Todd shaking their hands and dragging them
over to the couch.  I ran back over to the couch and sat down so I could
watch the interview.  The audience was still screaming for the Boys.  They
all were giggly from all the attention the audience was giving them.  Todd
kept trying to start the interview, but the audience wasn't going to calm
down anytime soon.  Finally, Nick raised both his hands, then lowered them
over and over to get the audience to bring it down.  It somehow worked
cause the audience finally tapered off.

    "Well, it looks like you guys are pretty popular!" Todd remarked with a
laugh. "How are you guys doing?"
    "Pretty good." Kevin answered immediately.
    "A little tired from all the touring, but we're really enjoying it."
Brian finally spoke, making me almost fall off the couch again(Probably
more from the alcohol now).
    "How do you guys feel about selling twelve MILLION records?" Todd
asked.
    "We feel great.  We're really glad all the fans are enjoying our
music." A.J. replied this time.

    Todd kept asking the same ole same ole, like who their influences were,
what their favorite songs on the album were, and what were their favorite
stops on the tour so far.

    "Stop asking these stupid ass questions!" I practically yellled at the
television. "Let Brian talk."

    I looked around immediatley to make sure no one was in the room with
me.  Thank God there wasn't.  Finally, after several minutes of more stupid
questions, Todd was through with the interview.

    "You guys stick around, we have a special guest--Matt Thompson--coming
out next."  I swear I saw Brian's eyes get big when he said my name, but
thought I was just being swishy.

    Not even two seconds later, the stage manager poked his head in again.

    "You ready?" he asked.
    "Yep." I got up rather quickly from the anticipation, and almost fell
back down to the couch.

    Apparently the stage manager had seen many people drunk and almost fall
in the green room, because he didn't waver one bit.  He just patiently
waited for me to regain my composure and walk towards him.  I followed him,
as quickly as I could, down the hallway to the backstage area, and then to
the curtain leading to the stage.  I gasped.  The Backstreet Boys were
still on the couch waiting my arrival.  I was even more surprised to see an
empty spot by Todd's desk, and Brian in the spot right next to where I
would be sitting for the interview.  My leg might actually touch his while
I sit there, I thought.
    I immediatley ran my hand through my hair, getting it as neat as
possible, and shook my head back and forth a little to work the booze off a
bit.  The stage manager started counting down from 15.  As he got closer
and closer to one, I was getting weaker in the knees.  When he said one, I
immediately realized that I had to get some backbone or I would look like a
complete fucking idiot when I got onstage.

    "Welcome back everyone!  We've been chatting with the Backstreet Boys
and saw them perform "Everybody". Now we have a special guest coming on.
But first, let's see a clip to his new movie 'Glass Houses'."  Todd
intro-ed.

    Immediately the stage lights went down and the television monitors
started a clip from my movie.  I was starting to feel stronger, and knew I
was going to be able to walk out there with confidence and sit next
to....Brian Littrell!  The clip ran about twenty seconds, to which the
audience clapped, rather loudly.  I looked over and saw Brian and the Boys
clapping, too.  However, Brian looked like he was clapping more than anyone
else.  Wishful thinking, I thought again.

    "Ladies & Gentlemen, it's my pleasure to introduce, Matt Thompson!"
that was my cue.

    I felt a push in the small of my back from the stage manager, and took
my first step towards the stage.  I took two more steps, managing to keep
myself from running, but going at a good pace, and broke through the
curtain.  The audience was standing!!!  I was shocked.  I didn't think I
would get this kind of reaction.  I looked out at the audience and waved,
still walking towards the couch.  As I got close to the couch, Todd got up
to shake my hand, which is normal, but then BRIAN stood up, waiting for me
to approach. I almost stopped dead in my tracks and ran the other way, but
managed not to falter one bit.  I walked straight up, took Brian's hand
when he offered it, acting shocked that he would want to shake my hand.  I
took Todd's hand and shook it, and sat down next to Brian.  I waved to the
audience again.  They got louder.

    "So, how are you Matt?"  Todd asked as soon as the audience calmed
down.
    "I'm doing great." I said, the audience full of women screaming again.
    "Looks like you have alot of fans, too." Todd laughed.
    "Yeah, isn't that great?" I said happily as I waved again.
    "I really enjoyed your performance in 'Into The Sun'."

    Does this sound familiar, I thought.

    "Thanks, I'm glad you liked it," managing to not give the face again.
    "What was it like to make that movie?"  Brian spoke up, shocking the
shit out of me.

    I turned towards Brian, keeping my composure.

    "It was great, I had alot of fun doing it."  I answered coolly.
    "I really liked it.  I dragged all the guys along with me to see it."
he answered, I swear he blushed.
    "Did all of you like it?"  I asked, sorta leaning over Brian.  I was
answered with strong yes'.
    "What's your next movie gonna be called?" Brian asked.

    I knew that Todd was going to be pissed that me and Brian decided to do
the interview ourselves, but wasn't going to stop Brian from talking to me.

    "It's called 'Glass Houses', and should be out next week for preview,
then go national two weeks after that." I answered like I would if Todd had
asked.
    "I can't wait to see it." Brian answered followed by the other Boys
following his lead.
    "Well, I'll have to make ya'll my guests for the preview, won't I?"  I
answered him coyly.
    "I'd love to go." Brian said enthusiastically.  As he answered, he did
something that totally threw me offgaurd--he patted my knee.
    "How do you feel about the rumor that you will be up for Best Actor at
the Academy Awards in the spring?" Todd asked, bringing me back to reality.

    I had to think for a minute before I could answer.  When I came to my
senses, I decided to be really gutsy with my reply.

    "Well, I don't think it will matter much now really.  I've already
decided what I'm gonna do regardless of what happens."  I smiled.
    "What's that?" Todd asked, knowing I was up to something.
    "I decided after I saw these guys perform that I'm going to sell all my
belongings, quit acting, and become a full time Backstreet Boys Bitch."  It
was too late, I said it before I knew what had happened.  I winced.

    Before I had time to react to myself, I heard the Boys start laughing,
followed by the audience and Todd.  Whew.

    "Sounds like a bold career move, Matt."  Todd laughed.

    I just smiled, glad I had pulled it off without raising any eyebrows.
The interview went on for another fifteen minutes without incident.
Finally, Todd said goodbye to the audience, with the normal BS about next
week's show.  Then 'Everybody' started playing and all of us start doing
our little "moves" in our seats.  I was so glad that I did it. I got
through the show without jumping on Brian.  Quite an accomplishment.  Then,
Brian leaned over and put his hand around my ear!

    "We're going out to a club tonight, do you want to join us?" Brian was
actually asking me to go out with him.
    "Yeah, I'd love to."  I answered, leaning towards him to answer.


(Part Two)


    After the show, The Backstreet Boys and I were invited back to the
green room to have a few drinks and talk with Todd and mingle amongst
ourselves.  A.J., Howie, Kevin and Nick all sat on one couch and Todd
pulled up one of the chairs to talk to them.  Somehow, I had managed to get
Brian and myself alone on one couch.  We sat there, him with a glass of
orange juice, and me with a coke.  We were just talking about nothing
really.  I was telling him how much I liked the band, but didn't mention
how much I wanted to jump his bones.  He told me he saw my first movie and
loved it, which I thought he was full of it, too, until he was telling me
about his favorite parts.  I sat there and listened intently to him talk
about me.

    "Hey guys, time to split," the Boys manager came into the room.
    "You're still coming with us tonight, right?" Brian turned to me
immediately.
    "Yeah, sure.  Just give me a call later." I replied.  I pulled a
reciept from my pocket and wrote the number of my hotel and the room number
on it.
    "Great, I'll give you a call later this afternoon."  Brian replied,
shaking my hand as he got up. "I'll see ya later, man."

    Then the Boys were gone.  I was in heaven.  Of course, nothing really
happened, but I was gonna get to spend personal time with BRIAN!  I
immediately said my goodbyes to Todd and the stage manager on my way out.
I got into the limo that was waiting for me and told the driver to take me
to my hotel.
    When I got up to my room, I picked up the phone right away and phoned
Barbara.  After about 6 rings, she picked up.

    "Hello?" she answered.
    "Did I do good?" I asked worriedly.
    "Yeah, you did great!  I've already talked to Bob at the studio about
getting you on the Tonight Show in about two weeks.  He seemed really
please with your performance at the show."
    "Hey, I've got a question," I replied, not caring about the Tonight
Show.
    "What's up?" she answered
    "Brian asked me to go out clubbing with him and the Boys later tonight.
Is that gonna be okay?" I was worried she would say no.
    "Yeah, definitely go!  It will get you seen, and maybe in some
magazines," she replied, almost excited as me.
    "Let's just hope not the Enquirer." I laughed.
    "It's still publicity, honey."  she returned my laugh.
    "What should I wear?  Should I go casual, or dress?" I asked another
stupid question.
    "Go casual, but not sloppy, you'll want it to look like a night out
with the boys," she replied, taking me seriously.
    "Okay.  Will do," I replied.
    "Oh, by the way, before we hang up--When I spoke to Bob, he told me he
wanted to have you stay in LA a little longer.  He wants to really get some
coverage on you.  Infact, he has another movie script he wants you to look
at if the premieres go well next week," she sounded very excited.
    "That's great," I said trying to act cool, although I was jumping up
and down inside.  My dreams were coming true.  I was gonna be staying in
LA, making movie, and tonight, I was going out with B-Rok!!
    "Don't sound too excited!" She laughed.
    "I'm excited, I swear," I acted cool again.

    After a few more minutes of small talk, we hung up.  I stripped down to
my boxers and crawled under the covers of the bed to take a nap.  I was
thinking about jerking myself off after meeting Brian, but decided to hold
it in until tonight after I got to see him one more time, then I would
REALLY be into it.  After awhile of reminiscing about the afternoon, I was
fast asleep.

    About two o'clock in the afternoon, I woke up to the phone ringing.  My
first thought was that it was Barbara.

    "Yeah?" I said, shaking the sleep off.
    "Matt?" I heard a male voice.
    "Um, yeah?" I replied stupidly.
    "It's me, Brian," I sat straight up.
    "Oh, hey.  Sorry 'bout that.  I'm not used to getting calls from anyone
but my manager," I answered fully awake now.
    "No biggie.  I was just calling to let you know that we plan on going
out about seven to some club downtown called The Crystal Connection.  You
still want to go right?" Brian said, sounding worried that I wouldn't go.
    "Yeah, I'll meet you there," I replied.
    "We'll pick you up, we have a limo, so I don't want it to go to waste."
He laughed.
    "Okay, I'm at the Beverly Hilton.  What time will you be here?"
    "We'll be there about six, we want to go get something to eat first,
okay?" he replied.
    "Sure, see ya then," then I hung up.

    I was still a little tired, but couldn't sleep after that.  I decided
to go downstairs to the resturaunt and grab some lunch since I couldn't
sleep.  I threw the clothes I wore to the interview on and walked down the
hall towards the elevator.  As soon as the elevator was at the first floor,
the door opened and I immediatley heard screams.  I looked up and there was
a crowd of people just outside of the doors of the hotel.  There were
policemen outside holding them back.  The concierge was on me in nothing
flat.

    "Mr. Thompson, how are you this afternoon?  I better escort you to your
destination," he said hurriedly.
    "I'm just going to the resturaunt to get some lunch," I replied.
    "It's still probably a good idea if I walk with you, sir," he said and
held his arm out in the direction of the resturaunt.
    "What are all these people doing here?"  I asked dumbfounded.
    "They're here to see you," he said, looking at me like I was extremely
dense.
    "What?!?" I turned around and looked to see the people once more
trying to scale the cops to get in.
    "Matt!!" I heard Barbara's voice.

    I turned to see Barbara walking towards me from the resturaunt.  I just
looked at her, then back at the crowd just outside the doors.  I didn't
know what was going on.  Why would all these people be here for me?  I had
only made two movies and made one talk show appearance.

   "Isn't it wild?" she grinned widely.
   "Barbara, these people CAN'T be here for ME!" I said dumbly.
   "But they are, Matt!  After your appearance on the show, you've become a
seven hour star!  They all started piling up about an hour ago when they found
out where you were staying!"  she said excitedly. "Let's go get some
lunch," she grabbed me by the arm.

    I looked over my shoulder at the crowd while Barbara dragged me to the
dining room.  Barbara and I had lunch, while she told me how after the
show, I became an instant success.  She also told me what that meant.  I
had to be very careful what I did in the next couple weeks and pray that
'Glass Houses' went over well with the public and critics.  I could barely
eat lunch at all I was so stupified.  I was mainly worried that I wouldn't
be able to get out of the hotel to go out with Brian, too.

    "Barbara, if these people are still here when Brian comes to pick me up
to go clubbing, it's gonna be a fucking madhouse."
    "Oh, don't worry, I called the Boys people and let them know that
you'll be arriving at their hotel instead," she stuffed her mouth with
another forkful of chicken.
    "And how do you expect me to even get out of here without getting torn
to bits?" I was worried.
    "I'll have the concierge sneak you out the back.  I'll have a limo
waiting on you, okay?" she replied trying to quench my fear.
    "Okay." I took a deep breath. "Do you think it will be like this when I
go out tonight?  What if someone at the club recognizes me?"
    "I talked to Bob and he is going to provide you with one of the
studio's bodygaurds from now on," she replied as she shoveled more chicken
into her mouth.
    "Just one?" I laughed.
    Barbara just laughed and kept feeding her face.

    After lunch, Barbara came up to my room with me to help me pick out
what to wear since it was inevidible that someone would snap a photo of me
at the club.  We decided I should wear some Calvin Klein jeans and a
pullover sweater that I had bought off the rack.  She told me to wear my
boots again.  With my outfit set up, she left, telling me to get a shower
and then go down the service elevator to the kitchen where Robbie the
concierge would be waiting for me.  I agreed then she left me to get ready.
I plopped down on the bed.  It was five o'clock.  I decided I better not
reflect, I didn't have time.  I went to the bathroom, spent a few minutes
on the john, then took a thorough shower and shaved.  As soon as I had
thrown on my clothes and was happy that they looked okay, I walked out into
the hall.  I looked both ways, kinda paranoid like, and walked to the
service elevator.  I was down in the kitchen at six o'clock exactly.  As I
was told, Robbie was waiting for me.

    "Hello, Mr. Thompson.  Nice to see you again," Robbie said pleasantly
as I stepped onto the kitchen floor. "If you'll just follow me this way."
    "Of course,"  I replied and followed him down a dark corridor that ended
with a huge steel door.

    Robbie pushed the door open, and outside was my limo.  It was huge.  I
never expected anything like it.  Robbie opened the door and I hopped in.
As soon as the door was shut, the driver took off, apparently aware of
where he was to take me.  About fifteen minutes later, I was in front of the
Carlton Hotel.  The driver pulled up into the circle drive and the doorman
opened my door.  I stepped out and walked to the door.  I was immediatley
meeted by another concierge that introduced himself as Carl.  He led me to
the elevator and took me up to the 3rd floor that was specifically just for
the Backstreet Boys.  I stepped out of the elevator.

    "Mr. Thompson, it's room 307, on the right.  I'll wait here for you,"
he said.
    "Thank you," I replied and started down the hall.

    It seemed like years before I reached 307.  I stood infront of the
door, breathing heavily.  I wanted to knock but couldn't.  I stood there
like an idiot for a bit, then got up the nerve to knock.  Almost instantly,
the door opened.  I lost my breath.  Brian was standing before me looking
sexier than ever.  He was wearing the outfit he wore in the 'Everybody'
video.

    "Hey!" He reached out and gave me a hug! "I'm glad you made it!  I was
starting to get worried after I found out what had happened at your hotel."
    "No prob!  I learn to adjust," I laughed. "So, where are the guys?"  I
asked, looking past Brian into his room.
    "Oh, their gonna meet us at the resturaunt, then we'll all go to the
club.  They were a little afraid today after what happened to you that the
fans would really go wild if they saw us all together."
    "This way, sir," I held my arm out like Robbie would, making Brian
laugh.  I made Brian laugh!!

    Carl led us back down to the limo, all the way, Brian and I were
getting double takes from all the people we passed.  We just kept walking,
acting like we were nobody's.  As soon as we got outside, we hopped into
the limo before anyone could see us, and the driver took off again.  Brian
and I made small talk to the resturaunt.  Again, both of us bragging about
how much we loved the other's work.  I was getting hard just sitting this
close to Brian and him complimenting me so much.
    I told Brian about my deal with Barbara and Bob to do the Tonight Show
and to look over some new scripts.  Brian told me that the band was going
to take a break for a month and stay in LA until they started back up with
touring and working on a new album.  I couldn't believe it, I was going to
be in LA for a tleast another month, too!  We finally arrived at the
resturaunt at 6:30.  Ofcourse, there was another "escort" waiting on us at
the door.
    We were led to our table, and I was surprised to see just Nick and
Kevin waiting on us.  I nevertheless sat down and acted like I wasn't
surprised.  Kevin and Nick greeted me, telling me they were 'glad I could
make it'.  They had not ordered, yet, but were both sipping on a couple
cokes.  I ordered a rum and coke, which I had no problem with ID, and Brian
ordered the same.

    "So, where's Howie and A.J.?" I asked, looking at Brian.
    "Oh, they decided to stay at the hotel and rest."  Nick replied
quickly.
    "Yeah, they didn't get to take a nap like us," Brian followed up.
    "So, Matt, I really liked your movie.  I can't wait to see your new
one,"  Kevin spoke up.
    "Thanks, I was just telling Brian that if this one goes over just as
well, that I will be up for several more movies later on this year."  I
replied graciously.
    "Well, I bet your new one will be as good as the last one."  Nick said
excitedly.
    "Actually, I was surprised to learn that you guys even saw it."  I
said, thinking that since it was about 'a boy coming into his sexuality'
that they wouldn't like it.
    "Why's that?" Brian looked directly at me.

    OH GOD THOSE BLUE EYES!

    "I don't know--" I looked at him more than just a second.

    Thank the Goddess the drinks came right then, or I would have had to
explain.  I'd remember to give the waiter a good tip.  I ordered an
oriental chicken salad, Brian ordered veggie lasagna, Nick ordered
fettucine, and Kevin ordered oriental chicken salad like me.

    "Brian told me you guys were taking a month off from touring?" I asked
taking a sip of my rum and coke.
    "Yeah, we could use the rest!" Nick laughed.

    Up until this point, I hadn't noticed, but I just happened to look out
of the corner of my eye to see Brian, his chin resting on his hand, staring
at me.  I didn't want to let him know I noticed.  I took another sip of my
drink and tried to think of something to say.

    "So, what did ya'll like most about the movie?"  SHIT! Just after I had
saved myself.
    "The whole thing!" Kevin grinned.  "I just think you did a really good
job portraying your character."
    "Earth to Brian!" Nick had noticed Brian looking at me, too.

    I couldn't help it, I immediately looked over.  As soon as I turned my
head, he awoke from his trance and looked down, the color rising in his
cheeks.  I could feel myself grinning really really wide.  I probably
looked like a dork, but didn't care.

    "Something wrong?" I asked, amusing myself.
    "No, nothing," he replied, still looking at the tablecloth.

    I took another drink. Brian was looking at ME!  We sat there for a
moment in an uncomfortable silence.  However, from Nick's face, I could
tell he was getting some amusement out of watching Brian examine the cloth.
Finally, dinner came, which made the silence less uncomfortable.  I still
noticed Brian looking over at me every now and then as he stuffed his
mouth.
    After dinner, Nick and Kevin hopped in their limo, and Brian rejoined
me in mine.  I poured us each a rum and coke from the little liquor cabinet
and we sat the rest of the ride to the club just sipping our drinks making
off the wall comments just to keep from sitting in silence.
    We finally arrived at the club about 8:00pm and immediatley I went to
the bar.  I knew if I was going to keep from going crazy, the liquor would
have to keep flowing.  I got a shot of Goldslager and a rum and coke.
Brian followed my lead.  We both downed our drinks, by this time, pretty
loose.

    "Come on, let's dance!" Brian grabbed me by the arm, making me almost
fall to the floor.  I giggled and regained my stance and followed him out
to the dance floor.  I noticed on my way out the door that my bodygaurd had
finally caught up with me and was standing at the bar, watching rather
closely to what was going on around me and Brian.
    Once on the dance floor, Brian and I cut loose and were going to town.
Of course, we didn't dance with each other, but we were slammin'.  We were
dancing for about 3 songs when the DJ spoke up.

    "Yo, everyone, we got The Backstreet Boys and Matt Thompson in the
house!  Give it up!" Immediately, I could feel the eyes. If I hadn't been
so loopy, I would have run out of there.  I also noticed that the bodygaurd
perked up. "This one is for ya'll!"

    The DJ started playing 'Everybody'.  I couldn't help it, I started
laughing.  Brian saw me and couldn't help but laugh, too.  Nick and Kevin
came running out onto the dance floor, each one grabbing one of Brian's
arms, dragging him into the center of the dance floor.  They all started
doing the dance from the video!  I joined everyone at the sidelines, and
danced and cheered along with everyone else.  For being pretty gone, Brian
was tearin' it up.
    As soon as the song stopped, we all found ourselves a table and sat
down, the three of them out of breath.  All we could do was laugh.  For
some reason, the thought of them dancing to their hit song in the club had
me rolling.  Finally, I was able to catch my breath and look at them
without laughing.

    "I gotta piss!" Nick got up. "Hey, Matt, come with me, okay?"
    "Sure!"  I laughed, making sure I grabbed my drink before I went with
him.  As Nick and I walked towards the bathroom, I looked over my shoulder
to see Kevin and Brian watching us walk away, leaning into each other and
talking.  Nick and I went into the bathroom which was big enough for twenty
people, but Nick closed the door once we got in and turned the latch.  He
immediately went into one of the stalls as I grabbed a seat on the sink.

    "So, are you having fun?" Nick's voice echoed from the stall.
    "Yeah, I'm glad I decided to come," I was still a little giggly.

    For some reason, I didn't find it odd that I was in the bathroom with
Nick, waiting for him to take a piss.  Just like a couple women!  Nick
opened the stall and walked up to the sink next to where I decided to plant
my ass.  He took a look at himself in the mirror, ran a hand through his
hair, and then hopped up to sit next to me.  I took a sip of my drink,
thinking that you normally leave a bathroom after using it, especially a
public bathroom.  But Nick and I just sat there, on the sink of all places.

    "Let me have a sip?" Nick said.  I handed him my drink, he took a
gulp, then gave it back, showing his teeth.

    I immediately took another sip, thinking about how my mouth was
somewhere Nick's had been.

   "So, how do you like Brian?" Nick asked.
   "Huh?" I asked, not getting the question. I took another drink.
   "Well, you know he wants to fuck you, right?"

    The sip I just took ended up being sprayed across the floor.  Nick just
laughed.  I sat there for a moment, choking.

    "What?!?" I exclaimed, trying not to let him know I was exstatic.
    "He wants to fuck you.  Like you didn't know!" Nick laughed and
grabbed my drink and took another sip.
    "NO, I didn't," I applied, staring widely at him.
    "Well, now you do."  Grinning, he handed me my drink and slid off the
sink. "Com'n."

    It took me a minute to ooze off the sink, with the state I was in and
the news I just got.  Nick and I walked out of the bathroom together, and
suddenly, it looked like every eye in the place was on us.  I just followed
him out, looking as confident as possible.  Nick walked towards the table
where Brian and Kevin were waiting, but I veered towards the bar and asked
for another shot and rum and coke.  I downed the shot almost as quickly as
it was poured.  Brian wanted to fuck me????  I didn't have much time to
contimplate the idea, as Brian must have known Nick said something to me,
cause he was walking my way.  I didn't know what to do, so I just stood
there, like an idiot, gulping my rum and coke, which I couldn't taste at
this point.

    "Hey, it's getting sorta boring around here, wanna go find some other
type of action?" Brian asked quite seductively.
    "Sure," I replied, stopping to look him dead in the eye. "I'll drive."

    As soon as we got close to the door, the bodygaurd was with us.  He
watched us to the limo then went off to his own car.  This really looked
like a set up.  I mean, who ever heard of a bodygaurd having his own
transportation?  I didn't really matter, I was ready to find some other
"type of action".  I climbed, well, sorta crawled, into the limo first,
with Brian right behind me.  Soon, the driver had us headed towards the
hotel.

    "So, how do you like the hotel your staying at?"  Brian asked.
    "It's pretty nice, although I think I'm gonna look into getting an
apartment since I'm gonna be out here for a while longer."  I tried not to
make eye contact.
    "You should see mine, they have me in this room with a huge balcony,
and a jacuzzi tub."
    "I was lucky to have a bathroom when I got out here."  I tried to make
him laugh.
    "My room also has a king size bed," Brian replied trying to act
nonchalant.
    "Well!  That's something I'd love to see," I replied with the same
tone.
    "Okay, just tell the driver to take us to the Carlton," Brian looked
me dead in the eye.

    I rolled down the window just enough to tell the driver where to
deliver us.  As soon as he agreed, I rolled the window back up and sat down
on the seat directly behing the window.  Brian was staring at me.  I tried
to look off out the window like I hadn't noticed.  I couldn't help it, I
looked directly at him, making eye contact, causing him to avert his gaze
immediately.
    When we arrived at the hotel, it was another service entrance for us.
Of course, the concierge was not waiting on us this time, but we managed to
find our own way back up to his room.  Brian opened the door and held it
for me.  I hadn't even walked to steps when I heard the door click shut.
Immediately, I felt Brian grab me and push me down on the bed.  He was on
top of me quicker than he had thrown me down.
    I felt his tongue enter my mouth, and I got hard as a rock right there.
I grabbed Brian's head and kissed him back deeply, causing him to moan.  I
pulled away and kissed him on his neck, stopping to suck for what seemed
like forever.  I knew Brian was enjoying it because he was drawing breath
through his teeth, causing a hissing noise.  I stopped again to kiss him
deeply on the mouth again, but he sat up.
    I was laying on my back on the bed, and Brian was straddling my waist,
his butt resting directly on my crotch.

    "I'm so glad I got you here."  Brian looked down at me and stripped off
his shirt.  I sat up on my elbows in order to get a full look at him.

    Damn!  He was sexy.  He wasn't huge, but he was definitely built, sorta
like Marky Mark.  I leaned on one elbow, and took my other hand, and traced
all the way down his chest to his waist, trying to feel as much as I could.
Brian watched my hand all the way down, then looked down at me, expecting
more.  I moved both my hands to his jeans and tore them open.  I slipped my
hands down the waistband of his boxers and grabbed what I only until that
point had dreamt about.  He was huge! His dick was atleast 8 inches long,
and it wasn't completely hard yet.  I jerked his cock once, making Brian
look up at the ceiling and moan loudly.  I jerked him a couple more times
for good measure, then with all my strength, pushed him off of me, and
shoved him back-down on the bed.

    "You planned this, didn't you?" I asked, laying on top of him.
    "What if I did?" Brian replied, cockily.
    "What if I did?" I smiled, then kissed him on his neck.

    I slowly worked my way down his neck to his chest.  I stopped to suck
his nipples, tracing my tongue around each one for good measure.  Brian
immediately placed his hands on the back of my head, urging me to go down
on him.  I took my time, kissing down his stomach, dipping my tongue in his
belly button.  Brian was breathing heavily now, pushing my head down
harder.  I decided to end his misery and pulled his fully erect cock out of
the fly of his boxers.
    I stuck my tongue out and teased the tip of his mushroom head, licking
up the precum that had collected.  I then traced my tongue from the base of
his cock up to the tip.  Brian's heaving had gotten terrible by this point,
so I dropped my head, and engulfed all 8 inches of his manhood.  I bobbed
my head fast, stop momentarily to suck on his balls, one at a time.
    If I did stop to do anything but suck his cock, Brian's hands were
shoving me back to his cock.  I sucked with a vengeance, making sure that
his heaving wouldn't stop.  I held the tip of his cock in my mouth and
jacked him off, swirling my tongue around the head.  Brian pulled me up for
one last deep kiss before shoving me back down to finish him off.
    This time I took his cock in my mouth, and slowly worked all the way
down until my nose was resting in his bush.  I almost gagged, but was able
to hold it back.  Brian's hips started thrusting off the bed, slamming his
cock into my throat.  I pulled back to keep from choking.  I let him fuck
my mouth, keeping my head in position.
    A final groan escaped from Brian's throat before my mouth was filled
with his hot cum.  I swallowed quick, trying not to miss a single drop.
Brian settled down finally after three or four more thrusts into my mouth.
I pulled my mouth away and kissed the tip of his dick, causing him to
shiver.  I crawled up to his mouth, kissing him, thrusting my tongue into
his mouth, letting him taste what I just had.

    "Your turn." Brian looked at me wickedly, breaking off the kiss...


TO BE CONTINUED...

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