Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 16:03:21 EST
From: Bbbrokworknprog@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok: The Halloween Episode Parts 1-6

Well, I didn't lie.  Here's that Halloween Episode I promised!  You all
probably thought I was talking out my ass about putting out three sections
in one month, huh?  I will be expecting apologies via e-mail from all you
nay-sayers.  LOL Anyhoo, to save us all time....I don't know any of these
celebrities that may or may not be mentioned in this story.  I don't know
any of the Backstreet Boys, but after all my postings, you all know I'd do
'em.  Yea me!  I'm a big whore!  If you have any questions, answers, want
to say you hated or loved the story, feel free to e-mail me at
bbbrokworknprog@aol.com!  Happy wanking all!

"You've used up all your coupons, and all you got left is me.  And somehow
I'm full of forgiveness, so I guess it's meant to be.  You're really lovely
underneath it all.  D'you want to love me underneath it all?  I'm really
lucky underneath it all.  You're really lovely." ~'Underneath It All', No
Doubt.


Bad Boy B-Rok
"The Halloween Episode"
By-Lep
(Part One)


	"Oh God, I'm going to be sick."  Kevin was holding his stomach as
we walked out of the airport into the bright sun.
	"A little turbulence and you turn into a wuss."  I teased him,
shoving my sunglasses onto my face.
	"Oh bite me."
	"Gladly.  Wait until we find our car, though."  I teased again.
	"Ugh."  Kevin finally let go of his stomach and put his sunglasses
on as well.

	We had just made the flight back to L.A. from New York.  Both of us
were thrilled to be going back to warmer weather.  Kevin had worn baggy
khaki shorts and a white, tight wife beater.  He had a tribal necklace and
bracelet on and a few silver rings.  I wanted to jump his bones.  I, on the
other hand, had opted for baggy basketball shorts, an extremely baggy
sweater, and a ball cap pulled on over my hair.

	"You look sexy today--if I haven't said so yet."  Kevin leaned over
and drawled thickly.
	"You're obviously horny."  I teased.
	"For you?  Always."  He discreetly grabbed my ass.
	"Hey now, don't get me excited."  I laughed as I pushed his hand
away slowly.

	Finally, I saw Garrett walking towards us, a smile on his face.  He
was probably thinking about the deals I had made--and his eight percent.
Ofcourse, he might of just been happy to see me.  Well, it could happen.

	"Matt!"  He placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss
my cheek dramatically.
	"Darlink!"  I did my best Zsa Zsa impersonation as I kissed his
cheek.
	"You look like bullocks."  He smiled.
	"Cheers.  You look like fresh shit yourself."  I returned the
compliment with an English accent, mocking him.
	"No need to get snippy.  How was New York?"
	"Fabulous!"
	"'Ello, Kevin."  He acknowledged we weren't the only two standing
there.
	"Hello.  Um, our bags."  Kevin waved at the cart behind us.

	Garrett waved a hand at the limo driver, calling him over.  Kevin
and I grabbed our backpacks quickly, then let the chauffeur take the cart
towards the limo.

	"Listen, Matt.  Make sure to rest up today.  You're going to have
an awful lot to do these next few days."  Garrett grabbed my elbow gently
and led me towards the car, Kevin trailing along behind.
	"Alright.  I figured that much."  I replied as he opened the limo
door for me.

	Garrett stopped speaking long enough to let Kevin and I get into
the back of the limo.  Once Kevin and I were seated next to each other,
with Garrett across from us, he started again.

	"You've got to see Harvey tomorrow, mid morning."  He spoke while
reading out of an organizer.  "An interview with People and US.  Then a
meet and greet down at the studio with Bob."
	"That's not alot."  I shrugged.
	"Thursday," Garrett's volume increased,"you have photo shoots with
OUT and XY magazines.  Gay publications both.  They want you to bring
Kevin."
	"That's up to Kevin."  I looked over at him.
	"Sure."  Kevin smiled and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers thru
mine.

	Finally, the limo started up.  Garrett rolled the divider down just
long enough to tell the driver to drop him at his office.  Then he let his
gaze fall on our interlocked hands.  Kevin quickly let go of my hand and
busied himself looking out the window.

	"Matt, what are you going to say about you and Kevin? About your
sexuality?"  He asked the obvious question.
	"No comment, like always.  Gotta be mysterious afterall."  I
winked.
	"Thank God!"  He gave a sigh of relief.
	"Don't worry babes, I gots a plan."  I stated in a Kevin-like
drawl.
	"I sure hope it's good."
	"It's good.  Kinda tacky, too."  I laughed, making Kevin snort.
	"You?  Tacky?  Never!"  Kevin teased me, then laughed with me.
	"What is it?"  Garrett looked scared.
	"Don't worry, it'll be cool."  I waved him off.
	"I hope so."  He sighed, admitting defeat.

	The three of us sat in silence for a few more moments before
Garrett began again.

	"After the two photo shoots, cosmopolitan wants to do a quick Q&A
with you.  Then we have cocktails with Harvey and a few other barracudas
from Miramax."
	"Sounds fun.  I don't know which cocktail dress to wear though..."
I sighed.
	"How about that black beaded one with the low cut neck?  You're hot
in that one."  Kevin joined in.
	"This Friday, you have that banquet-party thing Bob is throwing in
honor of your deal with him."
	"The red spaghetti strap?"  I asked Kevin nonchalantly.
	"You look better in blue."  He replied blandly.
	"Thank God!"  Garrett jumped. "Here's my office.  You two are
absolutely incorigable bastards."

	Kevin and I laughed loudly as the car slowed and then stopped.
Garrett glared at us for a second, then laughed with us.

	"Just be the superstar everyone expects you to be, alright?"
Garrett pleaed as his door was opened by the driver.
	"Will do, gorgeous."  I winked at him.
	"Good lord."  He sighed, amused, as he got out and the door was
shut behind him.

	As soon as the limo was moving again, Kevin informed the driver of
my address.  When he had raised the divider, Kevin walked on his knees back
over to me.  Without muttering a word, he grabbed my hand by the wrist and
shoved my hand against the bulge in his pants.  He looked up at me with a
proud smile, making me laugh.

	"And what do you want?"  I asked, leaving my hand against him.
	"For you to get me off, ofcourse."  He smiled.

	I ran my hand along the leg of his shorts, feeling his cock from
base to head.  Kevin looked down and watched my hand caress him.  He didn't
take his eyes off my hand as he yanked his shirt off over his head.

	"I love the feeling of your cock."  I sighed as I popped the top
button of his shorts.
	"Like stroking it?"  He gave me an evil look.
	"Definitely."
	"Do you like the way it tastes?"  He sighed as I yanked his cock
out, the head glistening from precum.
	"I love the taste of your hard cock."  I replied, then pushed down
on it, making it point at the floor of the limo.

	When I let go, it flopped back up and hit his stomach.  Kevin
gasped loudly as his cockhead smeared precum on his tight six-pack.  I kept
my eyes on Kevin's as I ran my finger thru the precum on his stomach, then
brought the finger to my mouth.  I stroked Kevin's cock once roughly as I
sucked my finger clean.

	"Get up here."  I patted the seat next to me.
	"Gladly."  Kevin giggled and hopped onto the seat, his cock
sticking out of the opening of his shorts.

	I smiled at him as I slid out of my seat and got on my knees in
front of him.  Kevin spread his legs widely until I was between them, then
wrapped them loosely around me.  He leaned back slowly, making his cock
stick straight up at the roof.  I wrapped my hand around his cock tightly.

	"We've got like fifteen minutes before we're at my house.  So, you
better cum quick."  I started jerking him off quickly and roughly.
	"Oh jesus."  He gasped.  "Well, if I get some action like that with
your mouth, I'll be giving you a drink pretty quick.

	With that, Kevin grabbed my head and slammed my mouth down on him.




	"Goddamn, it's good to be home."  I sighed with a laugh as I walked
in the front door, drinking a Pepsi I'd found in the mini-bar of the limo.
	"No kidding."  Kevin agreed, carrying in our bags with the driver.
"Thank ya', sir."

	Kevin handed the driver a tip and closed the door behind him.  Even
the smell of the house was great.  Kevin and I dropped our backpackes where
we were and headed towards the den.  I figured that was where everyone was
congregating at these days.  I was smiling until we walked by the kitchen.
	There was days' worth of plates, pots, plans, glasses, and
everything else stacked to the ceiling.  Obviously, no one had had the
thought to do dishes since we'd left.  Kevin muttered "uh-oh" as I tored
off towards the den.  I could hear him coming up quickly behind me as I
tored down the stairs into the den.
	ALl the guys, Howie, Brian, A.J. and Nick were sitting around in
what looked like their pajamas.  Tomb Raider was on the T.V.  Empty chip
bags, coke cans, beer bottles, and a few empty pizza boxes were littered
throughout the room.  As if that weren't bad enough, the room reeked of
cigarette smoke and B.O.  All the guys' heads snapped around to look up at
me when I started to scream.

	"What the fuck is going on here?!?"

	They all stared as Kevin stayed behind me.

	"Why are all the fucking dishes dirty?!?"

	They continued to stare, but had the decency to look ashamed.

	"Why is this room a goddamn mess?  Do you not know how to clean up
after yourselves?"

	More staring.

	"Why does it smell like ass in this room, and who the fuck was
smoking in here?!?"  I screeched.

	Everyone pointed at A.J.  If I hadn't been pissed, it would have
been comical.

	"And what the fuck are all of you doing in your P.J.'s, drinking
beers and watching T.V. for at nine in the morning?!?"
	"Um, just chillin'?"  Nick made it a question.
	"Someone better chill their ass into the kitchn to do dishes."  I
snapped.
	"I'll do it."  Aaron announced, making me finally realize he was
sitting in the chair to my side.
	"What the hell are you drinking?!?"  I knew my voice had gone up
eight octaves.

	I rushed over and snatched the beer bottle out of his hand quickly,
then slapped him upside the back of his head.  Nick sniggered.

	"Oh, you think it's funny?!?"  I spun at him.

	I must have looked as pissed as I was.  He jumped.

	"If you four don't get off your asses and start cleaning this
house, I'm gonna kill every last one of you."

	All the guys got up and started gathering trash up.  Brian gave me
a look that he thought I should pity him.  I just snarled.

	"And I swear to Christ if you put a cigarette hole in anything,
A.J.--I'm gonna shove my foot so far up your ass you'll taste Prada."  I
spun around to go unpack.

	Kevin's eyes were wide, but amused.

	"Oh, fuck you, too!"  I snapped and pushed past him.

	I didn't mean it, but I had to say it.





	"You really scared the guys into manual labor.  The house is clean
now."  Kevin poked his head into my bedroom as I put the last clean pair of
underwear away.
	"Fuck them."  I growled again and gathered up the dirty clothes in
my arms. "Give me your dirty clothes."
	"Alright.  I'll help you wash."  Kevin suggested, showing he
already had an armful of clothes.

	I just nodded, still very pissed.  Kevin followed me back down the
hall to the laundry room.  As we passed the kitchen, Aaron was looking in
the fridge.

	"You better be looking for a Yoo-Hoo, little boy."  I reprimanded
him.
	"Just a Coke!"  He grabbed one quickly and held it up for me to
see.
	"Good choice."  I replied, then took off with Kevin again towards
the laundry room.

	Kevin didn't try to talk to me as we seperated the laundry and
began the first load.  He just helped me seperate the rest as I stood there
and fumed to myself.  When Brian finally popped his head into the laundry
room, Kevin froze as I pretended to not notice.

	"Um, I'm gonna go, um, do something."  Kevin left quickly, leaving
me alone with him.
	"I missed you."  Brian slowly walked up behind me.

	I just snorted.

	"I swear I did."  He stated and wrapped his arms around my waist.
	"Good.  I'm glad you missed the person that does the dishes and
cleaning around here."
	"I didn't mean that."  Brian rested his chin on my shoulder.

	I could smell whiskey on him, and it wasn't even ten in the morning
yet.

	"Did Booker get to school alright?"  I asked.
	"Yeah."
	"Just please tell me you haven't been feeding him pizza and beer."
I sighed, half serious.
	"No.  McDonald's and cokes."
	"For every meal I'm sure."  I growled. "If Aaron's mother knew that
Nick was giving him beer...I swear.  She'd kill all of you."
	"He's old enough."  Brian giggled.
	"First of all, it's not funny.  Second of all, he's barely got hair
on his balls, NO he's not old enough.  Has Aaron had anything to eat
besides McDonald's and pizza?"  I spun around to stare at him.
	"It's only been a week."  Brian looked down.
	"That's what I thought.  Great way to handle things while I'm
gone." I held a thumb up and smiled sarcastically.  "I can see the other
three idiots in there acting like this, Brian, but not you.  Nick's his
brother, he'll do stupid shit like give him beer.  You're supposed to be
sensible.  You have a kid for God's sake."
	"Aaron's going to be old enough to drive soon..."
	"Oh yeah?!?  That's the perfect age to start a drinking regimen."
I snapped.  "Get out of my sight, Brian."
	"I didn't meant to piss you off, baby."  Brian tried to hug me.
	"Well, you managed to."  I replied, turning away from him.
	"I love you, baby."  Brian kissed the side of my neck.
	"I love you, too.  Just leave me the fuck alone for now."




	I stood outside the elementary school, leaning back against my car.
My sunglasses were tight against my face.  It had turned out to be a rather
warm, sunny day, but I was luckily standing in the shade cast by the big
leafy tree in the playground.  There were other parents sitting in their
cards, waiting on kids.  Some of them were staring at me, pointing me out
to other parents.
	Actually, I didn't mind the pointing.  It was good to know that
people still noticed me amongst them.  Finally, a loud bell went off,
signaling it was three.  A few moments later, the enormous mass of kids
started coming out of the front doors and down the steps.  It took a bit of
"Where's Waldo" prowess, but I finally spotted Booker.  He was standing in
the middle of the crowd, obviously looking for Brian.  He looked scared
first, then he spotted me.
	I gave him a small, playful wave.  It made my heart melt when his
whole face lit up with a smile.  He quickly took off running, full speed,
at me.  I stayed where I was, waiting for making it over to me.  When he
was within reaching distance, I bent down and scooped him up.

	"Daddy!"  He squealed and wrapped his arms around my neck.
	"Booger!"  I yelled back and smothered his face in kisses.
	"I missed you!"
	"I missed you, too, buddy.  I'm so glad to see you!"  I hugged him
tightly, then looked at him again.
	"I'm glad you're back, too!  Daddy doesn't have as much fun as
you."  Booker frowned.
	"He doesn't?"
	"No."  Booker looked around as if someone were listening, then
whispered.  "He doesn't tuck me in like you, and when he reads me bedtime
stories, he doesn't do the voices."
	"Well, I'm here now, buddy.  And I got the next Harry Potter book
while I was in New York."
	"We haven't even finished the first one, daddy!"  He laughed.
	"Well, we'll have to work on that tonight."  I winked.
	"'Kay.  But you have to read everything daddy did, but with
voices."
	"I think I can manage that."  I smiled and bent down, letting him
stand on his own feet.
	"I have lots of friends, daddy."  Booker began as I worked on
taking his backpack off of him, then laid it in the backseat of my car.
	"Oh really?"
	"And teacher gave me a star!"  Booker exclaimed.
	"Well, you're a smart, funny, handsome guy."  I tickled him. "Just
like your daddy."
	"I know."  Booker sighed dreamily.

	I couldn't help it, I laughed long and hard.

	"I don't know where you learn this stuff."  I hugged him
again. "Come on, let's go get some lunch.."

	I opened the front passenger door and was about to help Booker in
when a voice behind me made me stop.

	"Um, Matt?"  I stood up and turned around to see who it was.
	"Yes?"  I saw a younger blonde woman standing behind me, holding a
little boy's hand.
	"That's Booker, momma!  He's my friend."  The kid smiled widely up
at the woman.

	The young woman smiled down at him, then over at me.  She couldn't
have been older than me.  She was thin, but not in a Calista Flockhart way.
She was tall for a woman, almost as tall as me.  Her dirty blonde hair fell
to her shoulders.  She had perfect make-up, and wore a very nice "power
suit".  She was pretty.

	"I guess this is your friend?"  I ruffled Booker's hair.
	"Jason, daddy."  Booker informed me.
	"Hi, Jason."  I offered the little boy my hand and he accepted
gladly.  "And you must be Jason's momma?"
	"Yes.  Jennifer Parker."  She took my hand in turn.  "I'm glad to
finally put a face to Booker.  Jason talks about him non-stop."
	"Same here."  I smiled.
	"I didn't realize you were his father, though."  She seemed amused.
	"Well, I didn't know you were Jason's mother.  We're even."  I
teased.

	She gave a genuine laugh.

	"Well, it's great to meet you."  She stated warmly.
	"Likewise."
	"Jason wanted to invite Booker over to play."  Jennifer looked
apprehensive, as if I'd sneer.
	"Please, daddy?"  Booker reached up and tugged on my arm.
	"I don't see why not.  This weekend okay?"  I asked her.
	"That's great."  She laughed as both kids cheered.
	"Do I need to give you my number..."  I began.
	"Oh, yes."  She dug in her purse and got a pen and paper.

	I began to write down my cell phone number for her.

	"Could you sign it, too?"  She blushed and spoke in a voice only
the two of us could hear.  "I love your movies."
	I gave a half-laugh.  "Sure."
	"Okay.  I'll call this weekend."  She replied as I handed her the
paper.
	"I'll be waiting.  Just don't put that on E-bay."  I teased.
	"Don't worry."  She giggled. "Bye."

	Booker and I waved as they walked off.

	"Everyone always wants you to write something."  Booker stated
matter-of-factly as he climbed into the front seat.
	"Very observant, you are."  I swatted his butt as he got in.





	"No McDonald's?"  Booker sounded utterly depressed as Kevin pulled
up to an actual restaruant.
	"No.  We ate that crap for lunch.  Tonight we're eating real food."
I announced over my shoulder.
	"McDonald's is real food."  Booker crossed his arms over his chest
in a huff.
	"You and Aaron need something in your diet besides grease and
ketchup."  I turned in my seat to look at both of them.

	Aaron didn't argue, but he didn't look happy.  After practically
beating details about the last week out of Aaron, I decided Booker and he
needed something that contained veggies.  And I didn't mean mushrooms and
olives on a pizza.  Apparently, Booker had been surviving on chicken
nuggets, fries and cokes.  Whereas Aaron was living off pizza, cookies and
the occasional beer.  I wanted to kill the rest of the guys.
	That being the case, only Kevin got invited to accompany me and the
kids to dinner.  All the guys looked relieved--except Brian.  He looked
pissed.  Frankly, I didn't give a fuck.  Kevin had been kind enough to
drive for me.  Without asking, I could tell Aaron was glad to be away from
the other guys.

	"Matt, this place looks kinda..."  Aaron started.
	"Country."  Kevin laughed.
	"Oh, look who's talking King O' The Hillbillies."  Kevin stopped
laughing and pretended to be offended.  "If you're all good, you'll get the
gifts I brought from New York."
	"What did you get us?"  They all asked at once.
	"Booker got Harry Potter books, Kevin got a shirt from D&G, and
that overpriced peacoat you wanted is what you got Aaron."  I just told
them since I knew I couldn't avoid it.

	"Yea!"  Kevin led the cheering, making me laugh loudly.

	I finally convinced the three of them to get out of my car and go
into the restaraunt with me.  The place was a little less trendy than we
were used to, but it was basically an Applebee's.  A Bennigan's at the
least.  Without even going into the place, I knew were were going to cause
a scene.  I was actually getting good at that.
	Sure enough, when the four of us walked up the hostess podium and
asked for a smoking booth, all eyes were on us.  It seemed like every head
in the placed turned to look at us.  Aaron, Kevin and I were used to it.
However, Booker wrapped his arms around my thigh and buried his face
against my leg.  Apparently, he sensed the exposure we were subject to.

	"Preferrably a booth in the back."  Kevin winked at the hostess.

	She nodded her approval and hurried us into the back of the
restaraunt.  We were quickly shoved into a dark corner.  Aaron and Kevin
sat on one side while Booker and I sat on the other.  I was glad that the
booth was turned to where no one could look directly at us.  I really
didn't feel like being on display with Booker in tow.

	"Daddy, change pwaces with me."  Booker whispered.
	"Why?"
	"Everyone is staring at us."  He rolled his eyes like it was
obvious.
	"Alright, buddy."  I scootched over, allowing him to crawl over me
to the inside seat.
	"Matt, I hate to burst your bubble," Kevin stated, looking at the
menu,"but I doubt you'll get anything healthy here."
	"Well, shit."  I stated as I opened a menu. "Daddy didn't say shit,
Booker."
	"Yes he did."  Booker said it in a sing-song voice.
	"Oh fine, everyone eat whatever you want."  I sighed, seeing that
everything was either deepfried, or at the least, pan fried.

	The only veggies on the menu were onion rings.  Booker and Aaron
cheered when I announced they could eat what they wanted.  That only made
more people glance at us.  Booker got quiet quickly.

	"Why everyone look at us, daddy?"  Booker yanked on my shirt and
whispered in my ear.
	"They're lookin at Kevin, Aaron and me, buddy."  I tried to make
him feel more comfortable.
	"Why?"  Booker looked utterly confused.
	"Because...." I didn't know how to explain celebrity to a young
child.
	"You know how much you love Bob The Builder?" Kevin leaned on the
table, looking at Booker.
	"Uh-huh."
	"He's popular, right?"
	"Yeah."
	"Well, to these people, your daddy is Bob."  Kevin explained while
I lit a cigarette.
	"You on T.V., daddy?"  Booker looked so proud of me that I wanted
to agree.
	"No."  I chuckled. "I'm not on T.V."

	Booker looked at Kevin like he was a liar.

	"He's in movies."  Aaron laughed at Booker's expression.
	"Like Spy Kids."  Kevin added.
	"Why I not see any of your movies?"  Booker asked.
	"Because none of them are 'G' or 'PG' rated."  I was honest.
	"Oh.  Then not like Spy Kids."  Booker smiled, finally catching on.
	"Exactly."  I ruffled his hair and blew my smoke away from us.
	"You famous, daddy?"  Booker looked like he just had a brilliant
idea.

	Kevin and Aaron both laughed loudly.  Apparently they thought it
was hilarious that Booker didn't realize that his daddy was a famous actor.
Booker never understood that his parents were very different from everyone
elses.  He thought Brian and I were "normal".

	"Yeah."  I figred that a was a fair assesment.
	"More famous than Bob The Builder?"  He made Kevin and Aaron laugh
again.
	"Alot more famous."  Aaron choked out a response thru his laughter.





	"I think some little boy needs to go to bed."  I chuckled as I
carried Booker out of the restaraunt.
	"I tired, daddy."  He yawned and laid his head on my shoulder.
	"Uncle Kevin's gonna take us home and you can go to bed."  I kissed
his forehead.

	The four of us had barely gotten down the steps of the restaraunt
when I heard someone scream my name.  I looked in the direction of the
voice and saw a reporter and a cameraman running at us.  I freaked.  I
didn't know what to do.  Booker was in my arms.  I hadn't planned the
moment Booker would be with me when the press attacked.

	"Aaron, Matt, run to the car."  Kevin shoved the keys in my hand.

	We did as he said.  Aaron and I bolted for the car.  Quickly, I
unlocked the doors and Aaron jumped in the backseat.  I let Aaron take
Booker from me and I slammed the door.  Aaron helped Booker buckle in as I
got into the front passenger seat.  I had barely closed the door when the
reporter was looking in at me.  I was thinking about flipping him off when
Kevin grabbed his arm and yanked him away.
	I could hear the reporter ask Kevin if we were "romantically
involved" and if we were "raising our child together".  The only response
Kevin gave was that they "needed to back off".  The reporter continued
asking questions, but Kevin got into the driver's seat and started the car.
The reporter and cameraman had to jump out of the way as Kevin took off.
Amazingly, Booker was sound asleep.

	"Those people have no fucking respect."  Kevin slapped the steering
wheel as he got onto the highway.
	"You're using the 'f word'."  I sang playfully.
	"I know, I'm sorry."  He smiled tiredly over at me.
	"It's alright.  I'm just not used to your good old country boy self
cussing.  And I feel the same way."  I sighed.

	By the time we got home, Aaron was asleep as well.  I felt like I
could pass out, too.  Kevin parked the car in the garage and shut it off,
handing me my keys.  I tookd them from him and shoved them in my pocket.  I
let myself slump over, my head landing on his shoulder.

	"You want me to carry Booker or Aaron?"  Kevin asked, his lips
brushing my forehead.
	"Booker, 'cause Aaron's old enough to drag his own ass into the
house."  I replied and opened the car door.

	I got out, followed by Kevin.

	"Hey Aaron, we're home."  I shook him lightly as Kevin picked
Booker up and out of the car.
	"Yeah, alright."  Aaron lazily got himself out of the car and into
the house.

	Kevin followed me into the house, cradling Booker in his arms.  As
I closed the door behind us, Kevin said he would put Booker to bed for me.
After he had gone to that end of the house, I went into the den.  As to be
expected, all of the guys were laid out in their PJ's, drinking and
watching a movie.  I walked over to the chair Aaron had passed back out in
and ruffled his hair.

	"Go get your PJ's on and go to bed."  I stated as he looked up at
me.
	"Mm-hm."  He groaned and forced himself back up and towards his
bedroom.
	"Nite, guys."  I waved at them all and headed back out of the den.

	As I left the den, the guys said their "goodnights".  They all
sounded like they were still pissed about the cussing I'd given them.  That
and the fact that none of them went to dinner because they weren't invited.
I quickly made my way to my room, shutting the door behind me.  The bed
looked so comfortable to me as I stripped of my shoes, shirt and pants.
When my boxers were the only thing left on my body, I crawled into the
warm, soft bed.
	The covers were barely pulled over me when the bedroom door opened
slowly.  Kevin was standing in the doorway in a pair of boxers.  He was
uncovered otherwise.

	"What do you want?"  I asked in a suggestive tone.

	Kevin smiled and slunk over to my side of the bed.

	"I wanted a goodnight kiss."  He knelt down until his face was next
to mine.
	"Well, that I can manage."  I giggled and pursed my lips as he
moved forward and pressed his lips to mine.
	"You always taste sweet."  Kevin licked his lips and pulled away.
	"You taste pretty good yourself."  I smiled.
	"Now HE needs a goodnight kiss."  Kevin stood and pointed at his
crotch.
	"Get out of here."  I placed a hand on his stomach and shoved.

	Kevin grabbed my hand and knelt again.

	"When will you kiss him again?"  His face was awfully close to
mine.

	As Kevin leaned into me, I could smell his cologne, mised with his
natural body scent.  I wanted to kiss every part of his body right then.

	"Go to your room."  I pushed him away again with a laugh.
	"Okay, but I want you to know I'll have to jack off thinking of you
tonight."  He breathed heavy in my ear.
	"As soon as we can, I'll do anything with your cock that you like."
I promised him and kissed him on the lips again real quick.
	"Okay, I'm leaving before I'm forced to attack you."  Kevin stood.

	He pulled the covers up for a second and examined me in my boxers,
sighed, then dropped them again.

	"Damn."  He shook his head, making me laugh.
	"Nite, pervert."  I stated as he left the room.
	"Nite."  He blew a kiss at me before shutting the door.

	I smiled to myself as I curled up tighter into the comforter.  The
smell of Kevin's cologne lingered where he had put his face.  I smothered
my nose in that part of the blanket and inhaled deeply.  Without being
enticed, my cock twitched in my boxers.  Slowly, I lowered my hand to my
crotch and squeezed myself firmly.  I was contemplating pulling my cock out
and jerking off when the bedroom door opened again.  My cock jumped at the
thought of Kevin coming back to me.

	"Baby, you still awake?"  I heard Brian's voice instead.

	I thought maybe I'd pretend to be asleep, but decided it was best
to be honest.

	"Yeah, I'm awake."  I replied lowly.
	"Thank God."  He closed the door behind himself and came over to
sit next to me in the bed.
	"What's up?"  I yawned, still curled up in the huge comforter.
	"Nothing much."  He sounded drunk.
	"Ooookay."  I sighed.
	"Thought maybe we could fuck."  He stated blandly.  "I haven't had
my dick in you in awhile, ya' know."
	"I'm kinda tired, Brian."  I fought the urge to get angry at his
choice of words.
	"But I'm hard."  He grabbed one of my hands and laid it on his
crotch.
	"I'm tired, Brian."  I yanked my hand away.
	"Ah, come on.  I've missed you, baby.  Nick and A.J. just don't do
it for me anymore."  He laid down, almost on top of me.

	I could smell liquor all over him.

	"Did you try Howie?"  I rolled my eyes.  "I'm tired."
	"It sure doesn't seem like it."  Brian grabbed my hard cock with a
laugh.
	"Goddamnit, get off me."  I shoved Brian away.  "I don't want
anything to do with your drunk ass!"

	Brian looked shocked for a minute, then slowly he began to frown
down at me.

	"Yeah, I can see how it would be hard to want to fuck me after you
conquered Kevin."  Brian stated with a sigh.
	"Fuck off."  I couldn't help but feel he just knew it was true.
	"Oh come on.  I mean, he's divorcing Kristin.  Ofcourse he's gonna
want to find something to stick his dick in.  Especially an ass as tight as
yours."  Brian grabbed my ass.

	I didn't stop him, I just wanted to bawl my eyes out.  Brian
figured that since I wasn't protesting, that I was agreeing.  His hands
reached into my boxers and cupped my ass, grabbing and squeezing it.

	"I bet you gave it up good.  I bet he came as soon as he was in
you."  Brian's finger tickled my asshole.

	My eyes started to water.  I couldn't believe Brian was acting like
this.  Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to make him stop.

	"Is he good at fucking?  Did having him inside you make you shoot?"
Brian spoke in my ear.
	"Brian, please don't do this."  I turned to look at him, drawing
his hands away from my ass.
	"Do what?"  He asked as I cupped his face in my hands, staring into
his eyes.
	"Talk about me having sex with Kevin."
	"Why not?  You did, didn't you?"  Brian looked excited, as if
anticipating a long story about sex with Kevin.
	"Just don't."  I sighed, still holding his face.
	"Does his cock taste better than mine?  Is it bigger when it's
hard?"  Brian moved on top of me.  "I've seen it in the showers or
whatever, but never hard."

	I just stared up at him as he dry humped me.

	"If you're not sure, you can taste mine again." Brian moved up with
lightning speed until he was straddling my chest.

	His boxers were tented out towards my face.

	"Don't do it, Brian."  I spoke thru clenched teeth.
	"Do what?"  He smirked.
	"Get off me now."  I warned again.
	"I bet you never said that to Kevin.  You probably just opened up
for him."  Brian sneered.

	I hadn't planned to do it, but before I could think, I swung out
with my fist, connecting with Brian's chest.  Actually, I hadn't meant to
hurt him.  I just wanted him to know that I meant business.  Brian clutched
his chest where I hit him and yelled out.

	"Goddamnit, Matt!"  He screeched, falling off of me onto his side
of the bed.

	I didn't answer, I just rolled onto my side, away from him and
snuggled back up in the comforter.  After my pillow was situated where I
wanted it to be, I laid my head down and got comfy.  Brian continued to
writhe around on his side of the bed as if he were dying.  I couldn't
possibly have hit him that hard.  I just wasn't strong enough to have hurt
him that bad with one hit.

	"Why the hell did you do that?"  He jumped off the bed.
	"You deserved it."  I stated simply.  "Now, I'm going to sleep."
	"Fine, I'll find somewhere else to sleep."  He made it sound as
tacky as it was meant to sound.
	"Whatever you want to do, baby."  I cooed sarcastically.

	I had my head buried in the blankets, so I couldn't see, but Brian
stormed out of the room.  The door slammed shut violently behind him.  I
was relieved that he finally decided to leave me alone.  When the door
opened about a minute later, I was pissed that he decided to return to
finish the argument.

	"Daddy?"  I heard Booker's voice instead.
	"Yeah, buddy?"  I sat up slowly.

	He just smiled playfully at me.

	"Come on."  I laughed and moved over on the bed for him.
	"Thanks, daddy."  He giggled and closed the door.

	He ran over to the bed quickly and hopped up on the bed, laying
down beside me.  As I covered us back up, Booker spoke up.

	"You can't make me sweep without reading Harry Potter."  He said
matter-of-factly.
	"Oh good lord, boy."  I teased, then reach up to turn the lamp on
beside the bed.
	"And do the voices!"  Booker demanded playfully as I reached for
his book on the bedside table.

	I obliged Booker, curling up with him and reading the chapter Brian
had started with to him.  Booker giggled everytime I did Hagrid's voice.
He'd make me repeat those lines a couple times each, amused by my
interpretation of Hagrid.  By the time I got halfway thru the chapter,
Booker's eyes began to droop and he stopped directing my reading.  When I
read the last line of the chapter, Booker finally dozed off, allowing me to
put the book up and turn the light out.  I went to bed with a smile on my
face that night, holding Booker tightly in my arms.  Atleast this was the
fun part of being home.


(Part Two)


	"Yeah, he was a total ass last night."  I explained to Kevin as we
sat in Harvey Weinstein's office.
	"Why do you even put up with that crap?"  Kevin looked disgusted.
	"Fuck, I don't know.  I love him, but right now I don't know why."
I sighed, looking towards the door.

	We had been waiting on Harvey to come back in with the contract for
twenty minutes.

	"Do you think he's drinking too much?"  Kevin asked quickly.
	"Well, duh.  I'm almost sure of it.  He was loaded last night,
yesterday afternoon, AND yesterday morning."
	"Did he really ask about my dick and how you got fucked by me?"
Kevin asked.
	"Yes and yes.  I think he wanted to hear all the sordid little
details.
	"And he actually admitted to.."  Kevin stopped talking as the door
swung open.

	Harvey came bouncing back into the office, looking happier than
hell.  He plopped back into his desk chair across from us and looked at me.
	"Okay, change of plans."  He announced.
	"You're not changing the price on me."  I sighed tiredly.
	"No, no, no.  We're not doing that.  We're going to delay filming
until April thru July of next year.  You've got to learn all the songs, the
script, etcetera.  And we need to get you polished up a bit." Harvey
explained.  "Bob already said that would be perfect.  The time falls right
between the two films you're doing for him."
	"Oh, okay."  I shrugged.
	"Good.  We've got this all in line.  Just read and sign and you'll
be thirty million richer."  He pushed the contract at me.

	I read it over quickly, then signed it when I was determined it was
satisfactory.  Then I passed it back to a smiling Harvey.

	"You're the only celebrity I know that doesn't atleast come with an
agent and ten lawyers.  He laughed, offering his hand to me.
	"I don't even have a lawyer."  I grinned.
	"Bloodsuckers.  All of 'em."  Harvey stated solemnly as I shook his
hand.
	"Well, yes.  But I'm sure people would say the same thing about
us."  I winked at him.
	"This is very true."  Harvey stood, but motioned for me to stay in
my seat. "What do you two drink?"
	"Um, what are you having?"  I asked.
	"Martini.  Sweet."  He smiled as he moved to the bar in the corner.
	"Dry here."  I replied.
	"Sweet."  Kevin chimed in.
	"You know, I'm awfully excited about this movie.  I mean, you drive
a hard bargain, but it excites me."  Harvey spoke as he mixed the drinks.
	"Yeah, I'm a pain in the ass sometimes."  I shrugged, agreeing
totally.
	"You amuse me."  Harvey chortled joyfully as he shook the
martini's.
	"I amuse you?"  I got up and walked over to the bar.
	"Yes."  He handed me a drink and held one out to Kevin as he
appeared behind me.
	"Why do I amuse you?"  My curiosity was peaked.
	"You have no fear.  You've made this deal with Bob and myself
without realizing how unheard of it is.  Most of your people don't even
make two million a picture."
	"My people?"  I took a sip of my drink.
	"Openly gay men, ofcourse."  He looked at me as if I was stupid.
"I've never heard of an openly gay actor making seventy million a year, let
alone for three films."
	"Who says I'm going to be open?"  I asked.
	"Well, everyone knows.  Regardless of whether or not you shout it
to the heavens.  It's great, Matt.  You'll do for gay people in movies what
Dorothy Dandridge and Sidney Pointier did for African Americans."
	"I never thought of that."  Kevin stated, looking at me with a
newfound respect.

	I gave an annoyed laugh.

	"However much of a philanthropist you two want to make me out to
be, I'm not.  Besides, what about Rupert Everett, Rosie O'Donnell, Sandra
Bernhardt, Ellen Degeneres--I could name a dozen other gay celebrities."  I
explained.
	"You'll be famous than them all.  And more wealthy--in the end."
Harvey slapped me on the shoulder.
	"I'm here to make money and support myself and my kid.  I could
give a shit about anything else.  Call it selfish, but priority one is
Booker and me."  I took the last drink from my glass and set it on the bar.
	"Oh, well, whatever."  Harvey looked astonished, but was trying to
hide it.
	"I'm no one's poster boy to exploit.  Well, unless it serves my
purpose and my purpose only.  So if you're thinking of promoting this movie
on my queer coattails, think again."  I laughed.
	"Yet another pissing contest."  Harvey laughed with me.
	"If that's how you want to see it."
	"You remind me of Madonna.  You'll do whatever it takes to get what
you want or need.  Screw the world."  Harvey explained harshly.  "I loved
it then, I love it now."

	I had never had someone portray me so cold-heartedly.  But when I
thought about it, I realized Harvey was right.  Screw the world--it's all
about me.  If anyone didn't like it, fuck 'em.  My path to superstardon was
set out before me.  I'd be damned if anything got in my way.






	Kevin and I sat outside a cafe at a wrough iron table under an
umbrella.  I was sipping on a lemonade while Kevin had an iced tea.  We
were just waiting on Nathan from People Magazine to show up.  Kevin hadn't
said much of anything to me since we sat down at the table, so it shocked
me somewhat when he spoke.

	"Cant you really be like that?" He asked suddenly.
	"Like what?"  I asked.
	"The whole 'screw the world', heartless, conniving thing.  Can you
do that?"  He explained, looking hopeful that I'd deny it.
	"Sure, I'm an actor."  I shrugged.
	"But what?"  He pleaded desperately. "It's not you.  Why would you
do that?"
	"Do you know how close I am to being a superstar?  Do you realize
how many doors I've just kicked open in the last week?"  I leaned towards
him.
	"Yeah, I've been there."  He replied.
	"Then you know how important it is to hold on to it and take
measures to make sure it lasts."
	"Yeah.  I just don't want to be a casualty."  Kevin suddenly threw
his insecurities on the table.
	"You'll always atleast be my friend, Kevy-Kev."  I laughed from my
stomach.
	"I better be."  He pointed a finger at me.
	"How about after this," I looked at my watch,"we go somewhere and I
make all this up to you?"

	Kevin laced his fingers with mine on top of the table.

	"Oh yeah?"  Kevin perked up.
	"Yeah, baby.  I think I owe somebody a kiss."  I winked playfully,
stroking his fingers with mine.
	"He's happy to hear that."  Kevin sighed longingly.

	Booker was going to be on a fieldtrip with his class until four.
It was only ten o'clock.  After the two interviews, Kevin and I could play
around in a hotel room until time to get Booker.  My mouth was watering at
the thought of kissing him--and his cock.

	"Matt?"  I turned to see Nathan walking up to us.

	I smiled, noticing he already had his pad and pen in hand.  Kevin
let go of my hand quickly.

	"Hello, Nathan."  I stated as he came right up and sat down next to
me.
	"It's hotter than fuck out here."  He wiped his brow.

	It was hot, but the extra weight Nathan had packed on since the
last time I saw him probably didn't help.

	"It's a bit warmish."  I agreed.
	"How've you been?"  He asked as he took a paper napkin off the
table and to dry his forehead and neck with.
	"Fine.  Like always.  How're you?  Do you need some water?"  I set
my untouched glass of ice water in front of him.
	"Thanks."  He took a healthy drink. "I'm great.  Shall we get right
to the interview?"

	I nodded my agreement as he flipped his notebook open.  Nathan took
another gulp of water and wiped his forehead again before beginning.

	"How long have you two been dating?"  He didn't look up.
	"We're not dating."  I responded calmly, sipping my lemonade.
	"Um, what about the pictures that were taken?"  He still scribbled
furiously in the notebook.
	"We're close."  Kevin replied for me.
	"Oh, I see."  Nathan gave us a look like he understood
everything. "How long have you been romantically involved?"

	Romantically involved--read "fucking like bunnines".

	"No comment."  I replied.
	"Okay."  He looked stunned.  "Simpler, then.  Are either of you
gay?"
	"No comment."
	"Are you raising your child together?"  Nathan looked blankly at
me.
	"No comment."  I smiled sweetly.
	"Are you going to answer any questionsabout your sexuality or
family life that I ask?"  He looked exasperated.
	"To save us both time?  Probably not."  I replied.
	"Alright then."  He stood angrily. "Always a pleasure, Matt."
	"Likewise."  I nodded as he stormed off, sweating again.

	Kevin and I watched him take off down the street.  Even his stride
looked pissed.  I was just glad that no one got in his path.  He probably
would have decked them.  Kevin and I waited until he had turned the corner
before we spoke again.

	"You sure pissed him off."  Kevin chuckled.
	"We have a long history of making each other mad."  I stated
honestly.
	"I can't wait to see what nasty things he writes about you."  Kevin
laughed from his gut.
	"I have to agree, he looked pissed off.  I've never seen him so
pissed."  I heard a female voice announce behind me.

	Slowly, I turned in my seat.  Behind me stood a very pretty woman.
Girl, really.  She couldn't have been more than twenty.  She had on low
riding jeans, sandals, and a black tank.  Her nails were meticulously
painted black.  An earring in both ears and one in her nose sparkled at me.
I noticed her belly button was pierced, too.

	"US Magazine?"  I asked as I raised a hand to shield my eyes from
the sun.
	"No, I'm sort of dropping in on you uninvited."  She smiled
mischieviously.

	I liked her already.

	"Well, then by all means, have a seat."  I motioned at the seat
Nathan had been in.
	"Don't mind if I do."  She put her purse under the table and
settled into the chair.

	Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kevin checking her out.  It
made me smile.  Kevin still hadn't lost his straight boy urges.

	"Well, you know who we are.  Who are you?"  I asked the logical
question as she motioned at a waiter.
	"Randi Boyd. Rolling Stone Magazine."  She smiled at each of us,
then asked the waiter for another glass of water with lemon.
	"Then you must be here for him."  I teased as I pointed at Kevin.
	"Both of you actually. Are you hungry?  I'd love to buy you both
lunch."  She was trying to charm us.
	"I could eat, but you're not getting us to tell you anything we
don't want to." Kevin was suddenly back in line.
	"That sounds fair.  I'm willing to buy you lunch, still."  She
winked at him.
	"If you don't get all the details, why would you want to buy us
lunch?"  I asked.
	"Well, I figure everybody is going to try to get you to give an
interview.  I'll sure look good if I get anything from you."  She explained
as the waiter set her water down. "I'll have the tuna on wheat with a side
salad.  Greek dressing."
	"And for you two?"  He looked at Kevin and me.

	Kevin ordered the roast beef with chips while I got the Greek
salad.  Randi began speaking as the waiter went to place our orders.

	"So, anything you want to share?"  She sat back after sipping her
water.
	"What did you have in mind?"  I smiled at her, my arms braced by
the elbows on the back of the chair.

	Kevin watched us, sipping his tea.  He was obviously curious as to
what would happen.  He was also checking Randi out more.  I don't think she
realized it, though.  She probably assumed he was gay as well.

	"Well I think I know better than to expect you to discuss your
sexuality.  Or your personal life in general."  She was smart. "How about
the three movies you're slated to star in?"
	"Sounds good. I can talk about that.  But not over lunch."

	Kevin and Randi both looked at me, exasperated.

	"Then when?"  She asked, getting a chuckle from Kevin.
	"Let's just have lunch right now and talk--off the record.  Then,
you go back to Rolling Stone.  You get them to give me the cover. And I'll
give you a good, long interview.  And all the steamy pics you want."  I
began to barter.
	"Pictures?"  She looked intrigued. "Will you be the only one in
them?"

	She glanced over at Kevin.

	"Not sure yet."  I shrugged.
	"Will you tell me anything besides 'no comment' in the interview?"
She laughed nervously.
	"Sure.  I may not give yes or no answers to everything, but I'll
make comments on everything."
	"Atleast three pages worth?"
	"Sure.  Tons of pictures, too."  I winked.
	"I don't know if I'm using you or you're using me."  She squinted.

	Kevin brayed loudly, slapping the table.

	"Little bit of both, actually."  I didn't hide my amusement. "You
get your story, I get the cover of Rolling Stone."
	"Okay, sounds like a fair trade."  She smiled widely.
	"One condition."  I stopped her.
	"What?"
	"I want your phone number.  Home or cell."  I smiled.
	"Um, yeah, okay."  She looked confused.

	I held out my hand.





	"Hell?"  I answered my cell phone while Kevin was in the hotel
getting a room.

	I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, waiting for Kevin to
get a room.  We wanted to fuck our brains out.  After eating lunch with
Randi, and making a deal to help each other out, I was horny.  I guess
Greek salad does it for me.

	"Matt?  Hi, it's Bob.  LIsten, big Halloween party for the
twenty-fifth.  Consider yourself invited.  I'll send an invite in the mail,
too."  He was talking so fast I could barely tell what he was saying.
	"Um, yeah, okay."  I couldn't not agree.
	"Good man.  Hold on, Juliette's here.  She wantes to talk to you."
Bob stated, then there was a pause.
	"Matt?  What's up?"  Juliette Lewis was now on the phone.
	"Yeah, hey.  What's going on Julies?"
	"Nuttin' much.  Listen, how'd you like to be my date to the party?
Nothing funky, but since our movie is finally going to be released, well, I
thought we could show up together."  She explained.

	I thought about it for a few seconds.  What would confuse the media
more than going to a party with a chick after I was caught kissing a guy.

	"Yeah, that sounds great."  I agreed.
	"Great.  Well, we'll talk more later."  She cheered.
	'Right, bye."

	I was putting my phone into my backpack when Kevin came out of the
lobby, dangling a key in front of himself.  The smile on Kevin's face made
me laugh as he got into the car.  He looked extremely anxious, and had a
slight bulge in the front of his jean shorts already.

	"What?"  He asked as he quickly turned the key in the ignition.
	"You excited?"  I teased.
	"A whole day without getting to make love to you?"  He asked. "Hell
yeah!"

	He threw the car into gear and sped off towards where our room was
located.

	"Easy on my car, boy."  I laughed as he squealed to a stop in front
of room 142.
	"Get your ass in that room."  Kevin pointed roughly towards the
hotel.
	"Oh, baby!"  I grabbed the key from him.

	I jumped out of the car, and bolted towards the door.  Quickly, I
got the door opened.  I looked back to see Kevin locking up my car, then
come running towards me with our backpacks in tow.  I moved further into
the room, towards the bed, keeping my eyes on him.  Kevin entered the room
and closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on me as well.  He dead
bolted and chained the door as he set our backpacks on the table by the
door.

	"I've been waiting on day for this."  Kevin moved towards me, his
hands at his belt.
	"It's only eleven-fifteen."  I teased and wrapped my arms around
his middle as he came towards me.
	"That's late enough."  He grabbed my ass and lifted me.

	I wrapped my legs around Kevin and he carried me over to the bed.
As I pressed my lips against his, he lowered us to the bed.  He lowered us
down until I was on my back and he was bracing himself above me.  As my
tongue entered his mouth, Kevin pressed himself against me.  He was already
fully hard and filling out the front of his jeans.

	"You're so big."  I pressed my ass against him harder.

	It had always been my experience that telling a guy how big his
cock was made him happy.

	"You're so nice."  Kevin ran a hair thru my hair.  "And sexy.  And
I love you."
	"I love you, too."  I replied.
	"I just want to hold and kiss you forever."  Kevin leaned down to
kiss me again.
	"Mmmm, sounds nice."  I smiled as Kevin's mouth went to my neck.
	"You taste amazing."  Kevin pulled back.  "Like always.  You always
tastes like, shit, I don't know.  Something sweet."
	"Well, that was clear."  I laughed.

	Kevin leaned down to my neck and licked it, then inhaled deeply.

	"Like raspberries."  He sighed as he nuzzled my neck.
	"Well, it's probably my Bath & Body crap.  But I didn't know it
tasted good, too."
	"Do you wash all over with it?"  Kevin asked.
	"Why?"
	"I'm wondering what else tastes sweet."  He grinned evily.
	"Well, maybe you'll just have to find out."  I reached behind him
and cupped his ass.
	"What do I taste like to you?"  Kevin asked.
	"I, um, guess I never thought about it."  I giggled.
	"Well, think about it now."  Kevin sat up, pulling me with him.

	The end result was Kevin sitting on top of his legs, like kneeling,
holding me on his lap.  I lowered my lips to his neck and kissed him
gently.  I stuck my tongue out and licked a line from front to the back of
his neck, then nibbled gently as Kevin sighed.

	"So?"  He asked as I moved to face him.
	"Not sweet."  I licked my lips. "More like musky, manly.  Like raw
testosterone.  A smell that makes your cock hard and want to fuck."
	"That's probably the Nivea aftershave, huh?"  He laughed.
	"THAT'S the tastes!"  I announced loudly.

	Kevin laughed with me, then kissed me once again gently.  Slowly,
his smile faded, and he just stared at me.  I stared back as he moved his
hips a bit, pushing himself into me again.

	"What?"  I asked.
	"I can't decide whether to throw you down and fuck you, or make it
last--make love to you."
	"I get alot of that."  I kissed the tip of his nose.
	"Which do you prefer?"  Kevin let his hands move down to my pants.
	"Throw me down and fuck me."  I shrugged. "I love fucking."

	He smiled at me, obviously pleased with my choice.

	"After I give you the best blowjob you've ever had, ofcourse."  I
winked.
	"Ofcourse."  Kevin's cock seemed to get harder as he grinned.

	I moved out from under Kevin, then slid off of the corner of the
bed.  Kevin just stared down at me as I knelt by the bed.  I reached to
Kevin and grabbed him under each thigh.  I pulled as hard as I could, and
soon he was sitting in front of me, straddling the corner of the bed.

	"Goddamn, you're tough for a little guy."  Kevin laughed as I began
to remove his sneakers.
	"Thanks."  I laughed as I yanked his shoes and sockes off of him.
	"It just surprises me."  Kevin ran a hand thru my hair as my hands
went to his belt.
	"It shouldn't.  You know I'm a tough bitch."  I stated, then yanked
his belt off roughly.
	"Yeah, I know."

	I kept my eyes on Kevin's as I unbuttoned his shorts.  Kevin
stroked the back of my head gently, playing with my hair as I took a second
to squeeze him thru his jeans.  He parted his lips, letting a gutteral
noise escape his throat.  Kevin laced his fingers in my hair and grabbed it
tightly.  I gasped at the pressure as I yanked his zipper.
	Kevin's underwear automatically tented out at me as his pants came
undone.  At the tip, where his cockhead was, there was a huge wetspot.  I
could tell Kevin had been leaking precum for quite awhile.

	"I'm surprised you haven't punched a hole thru your boxer briefs."
I teased as I reached for the slit in the front of his underwear.
	"No kidding."  Even Kevin was surprised at the precum he had
drooled.

	Kevin sill had a tight grip on my hair when I pulled his cock out
of his boxer briefs.  It looked tastier than ever.  Shiny with precum,
hard, long and perfect.  It just looked like it was made for me.  Kevin
sighed as I leaned down and kissed the tip gently.  He actually jetted some
precum, so when I pulled away, my lips and chin where wet with it.

	"That's so hot."  Kevin groaned as he looked at me.
	"Wait 'til I have it in my mouth."  I growled playfully.
	"Take it, baby."  Kevin pushed down on my head slightly.

	I grinned mischieviously, then wrapped my lips around his shiny
pink cockhead.  Once the head was securely between my lips, I shoved down
hard and quick until his cockhead slammed into the back of my throat.  I
swallowed right away, making my throat convulse on him.  Kevin's grip on my
hair tightened and he yanked me off his cock.

	"Jesus Christ, Matt."  He was out of breath. "I almost came."

	I couldn't help but laugh loudly as he shivered.  His wet,
glistening cock waved slightly back and forth.

	"I don't want to shoot so quick."  He held me back roughly as he
tried to breathe right.
	"It doesn't matter if you cum quick.  We've got several hours.  We
can do it over and over."  I winked.
	"But I want to enjoy watching you--with my cock in your mouth.  I
wanna sit back and watch you eat me."  Kevin explained, his grip on my hair
loosening.
	"You must not get enough entertainment."  I teased.
	"I've just never gotten to watch."  He shrugged.
	"No girl's ever let you watch?"  I brought a hand to his cock and
stroke his wet cock slow and loosely.
	He snorted.  "Yeah right.  All the times I got blowjobs were just
completely foreplay.  Maybe a minute or so until we got to the real thing."
	"Oh."  I was amazed.
	"You're definitely the first person to suck my dick 'til I came.
Most certainly the first to take it in the face or let me fuck you in the
ass."  Kevin sighed contentedly as I stroked him.
	"Go me!  I'm a big whore!"  I teased.
	"I didn't mean THAT."  Kevin looked at me sternly, my hand still
moving on his cock.  "I just meant you're not inhibited."
	"I like dick."  I shrugged.  "Especially yours."
	"Well, this time, don't like it so much that I almost cum in your
mouth in two seconds."  He laughed and let go of my hair, leaving his hand
laid against the back of my head.

	Doing as Kevin requested, I lowered my mouth to his cockhead again.
I enveloped the head with my lips and ran my tongue around the circumfrance
of it.  Slowly, I moved my head down on him, inch by inch, until his balls
were against my chin.  Kevin shivered again this time, but it was
controlled.  I swallowed once on him again, eliciting a moan deep from
within his throat.  When I slid back up to his cockhead, licked it, then
bobbed back down again, Kevin's grip on my hair tightened.

	"That's it, baby.  Suck my cock."  Kevin groaned as I looked up
into his eyes.

	I kept my eyes on his as I bobbed up and down on his cock.  Kevin
watched me suck his cock intently, staring deep into my eyes as I kept him
deep down my throat.  I could feel Kevin's balls gradually starting to draw
up towards his body as I sucked on him faster and faster.

	"Oh, um, yeah, baby.  I'm about to shoot.  Where do you want it?"
Kevin stammered, his hips starting to rise up to meet my mouth.

	I didn't answer, I just kept sucking on him as he thrust into my
throat.

	"Oh Jesus, Matt.  You're so fucking hot."  He gasped.

	Kevin's nasty talk had me sucking harder and harder, milking his
cock for cum.

	"Oh shit.  Here it comes, Matt.  I'm gonna shoot in your mouth."
Kevin yelled as I reached up and rubbed his balls.

	Kevin grabbed the back of my head and held me in place.  For a
split second, he just held me in place.  Then, he started to shoot.  Shot
after shot of cum flowed up thru his cock and shot into my waiting mouth.

	"Oh yeah, take it all, baby."  Kevin groaned as I started to bob up
and down again, his cock still going off.

	Finally, Kevin's cock stopped spurting and I swallowed.  Kevin just
shivered as I pulled off and licked from the base to the tip of his cock.
I gave his cockhead a kiss with a smile, then stood.

	"My turn."  I looked down to see a smiling Kevin, already reaching
for my belt.





	"It just gets better and better with you."  Kevin sighed and held
me close to him.

	He was sitting up, back against the headboard.  I was laid out
between his legs, laid back against his chest, smoking.  Both of us were
totally nude.  Kevin had both of his arms around my chest, holding me as if
I'd make a break for it.

	"I'm the bomb diggity, what can I say?"  I laughed, blowing out
smoke.
	"Damn right you are."  He joined me in laughter.

	Kevin stroked my chest and belly while he nuzzled my hair and neck
as I smoked.  It was soothing to me to feel his chest move slowly up and
down against my back.  Kevin gave a contented sigh as he rubbed his face
against my neck and hair.

	"I wish we never had to leave this bed."  Kevin sighed.
	"I know what you mean."
	"It's too bad Brian's being an ass."
	"No shit, Shirley."  I snorted.
	"Leave him for me, Matt."  Kevin blurted out.
	"Do what?"  I turned to look at him.
	"Just, um, leave him.  Tell him it's over between you and him.
Then you can be just mine."  Kevin explained.

	I just sat there, stunned.  I thought Kevin was happy with the
affair the way it was.

	"Kick him out of the house, tell him you're tired of his shit.  I
don't want to share you with him.  I'll give up all the poontang in the
world to be with you.  I'll be a great daddy for Booker.  I'll never be
mean to you or Booker, or treat either of you wrong."  Kevin talked so fast
I thought his head would explode.

	"I love Brian, Kevin.  I love you, too, though."  I stopped him.
	"After everything he's done?"  Kevin's eyes bulged.
	"Unfortunately."  I grinned painfully.
	"Alright."  Kevin exhaled heavily.

	I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed my jeans off the
floor, grabbing a slip of paper out of the pocket.

	"I got this for you."  I handed it over my shoulder to Kevin.
	"It's Randi's phone number."  Kevin stated blandly.
	"Yeah, I saw you checking her out."
	"Oh."
	"I knew you wouldn't ask her for her number, so that's why I did."
I smiled at him and snubbed the cigarette out.
	"I see."  Kevin stated lowly.

	I laughed loudly.

	"Listen, I'm not saying that I don't want anything to do with you
anymore.  I just know that you and me--a permanent situation--will never
work.  I love you, Kevin.  But, this is just a temporary thing.  Surely you
knew that in your heart, right?"  I caressed his cheek.
	"Yeah, I guess I did."  He smiled meekly.  "You don't mind then if
I hook up with Randi?"
	"Not at all.  I can't compete with that."  I shrugged.
	"Sure you can..."
	"Kevin, I don't have a vagina.  End of story.  Now, if it were
another guy, I'd be taking out the earrings."  I joked with him.
	"Okay, okay."  He cracked a smile.  "Let's just go shower."
	"Sounds like a plan."  I smiled and got up with him.


(Part Three)


	"You look cool, daddy."  Booker announced from his sitting place on
my bed.
	"Ya' think?"  I straightened my tie while I looked in the mirror.
	"Really cool, daddy."  He nodded once.
	"Thanks, sonny boy."  I gave him a wink.

	I had to admit, I was looking like Mr. GQ.  A few well placed calls
by Garrett, and I had a free suit.  I didn't know who the designer was, but
I figured it fit pretty good, having not gone in to have it fitted.  I
figured it to be Gucci or Armani, but it coulda came from Sears for all I
knew.
	With the suit I had matched a silk tie, black leather belt and some
D&G dress shoes.  My hair was groomed and styled to perfection.  It was
parted in the middle and draped to each side.  It looked like no hair
products had been used, but one match and people would have seen me for
miles.

	"You look cool, too, daddy."  Booker gave a thumb's up to Brian as
he came out of the bathroom.
	"Yeah, you're looking hot, babes."  I smiled at him.
	"Yeah, babes."  Booker agreed, making Brian and I laugh.
	"Go watch some T.V."  Brian swatted Booker on the butt with a
laugh.
	"Okay, babes!"  Booker squealed playfully and ran off towards the
other end of the house.

	I turned back to the mirror, making sure everything on my body
looked good.

	"Do I really look okay to accompany you?"  Brian walked up behind
me, speaking in his deepest southern drawl.
	"Sure do."  I replied.
	"My hair is crunchy."  He patted his head.

	I laughed loudly.

	"Does the term 'size of a dime' mean anything to you?"  I teased.
	"I think it was about seventy-five cents worth."  Brian laughed
with me.
	"Don't use a handful of gle, sexy."  I smiled as I turned towards
him, brush in hand.

	Brian smiled sidely as I began to brush his hair for him, making is
less "crunchy".

	"You don't have tons of hair, baby, so alot of gel is not a good
thing."  I spoke freely as I brush, noticing Brian had not been drinking
all day.

	I was impressed.

	"Are you calling me bald?"  He pretended to be offended.
	"Getting there, anyway.  But I think bald men are sexy."

	Brian just smiled back at me.

	"Nah, this head ain't bald, baby.  But I know one that is."  I let
a hand graze his crotch when I was done brushing.

	Brian jumped slightly.  I just winked at him, then turned back
towards the mirror.  I put on a few rings, then decided it was tacky and
not "dressy" and took them back off.  Brian moved up behind me and wrapped
his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides lightly and rested his chin
on my right shoulder.  He started into my eyes via the mirror and held me.

	"I'm sorry."  He kept his eyes on mine.
	"For what?"  I acted like I didn't know why he was apologizing.
	"You know."  He gave a frown.  "The drinking, fucking everyone,
encouraging you to fuck everyone, using you."
	"Ah, THAT."  I stated.
	"I'm sorry for all of it.  Every last bit."  He squeezed me. "I'm
gonna quit drinking.  No more fucking around."
	"That'd be good, but why the sudden change?"  I asked the logical
question.
	"Kevin talked to me."  Brian was watching my face for a reaction.

	He wasn't going to get one.

	"He said, well he told me all that's been going on between you
two." Brian looked away for a second.  "And he told me how he asked you to
leave me.  You wouldn't do it.  He said, not braggingly, that you would've
done it if you hadn't loved me so much.  The two of you apparently get
along great sexually, so the only thing stopping you was me.  He said I
better straighten my shit up and fix things or I'd lose you sooner or
later.  Then he threatened to kick my ass if I didn't straighten up."
	"He was right."  I didn't dare take my eyes off Brian's.
	"It's not gonna be easy for me, baby."
	"Me either."  I agreed.
	"Ya' know, it's just hard to see you doing the celebrity thing
awhile I'm basically out of commission."  He finally let go of me and went
to the bed and plopped down.
	"That's a poor excuse, baby."  I walked over and sat down next to
him.
	"Don't I know?  It's just hard for me, that's all.  Your only
concern isn't me, and I'm selfish enough to think it should be."
	"That's not selfish--you're just insecure."  I giggled, making a
joke.
	"I guess."  He cracked a smile. "I just want us back."
	"I do, too."
	"You know, Nick and A.J. leave after this weekend.  With Nick's new
album, he has stuff to do away from here.  They're taking Aaron home on the
way.  Maybe we can convince Kevin and Howie to give us space and go back to
Orlando.  Then we can work this out alone."  He suggested.
	"That would be great, baby."  I smiled warmly and leaned in to hug
him.
	"Do you still love me like you used to?"  Brian asked lowly.

	I sat there for a moment and stared at Brian, examining him.  Did I
still love him like when I fell in love with him four years ago? Could I
still love him after everything we'd both done to each other?  When my
fazed moved to those deep blue eyes--so blue they looked like Meditteranean
waters--I saw the Brian I loved.
	I saw the sweet, gentle guy that had seduced me in the beginning.
He was still in there.  I still wanted him.  Wanted to spend my life with
him.  To make love to him.  Brian was still a good guy underneath it all.
We both were just lost at the moment.

	"Yes," I sapt it out with a smile, "I still love you like I used
to.  And I'm sorry for anything and everything I did to you, too."

	Brian grinned widely and grabbed me, kissing me deeply.

	"You just gotta stop pissing me off."  I laughed.

	He laughed loudly and held my face in his hands, kissing every
place he could think of, then hugged me to him.  I wrapped my arms around
him and gave him a hard squeeze.  Brian fell into me, making me hold him
up.

	"Baby?"  I tried to shove him up.
	"I feel like such an ass."  He started to cry.
	"Whoa!  Whoa!"  I made him sit up and began to wipe the tears from
under his eyes with my thumbs.
	"Do you not remember that we have to go to a banquet in honor of
your's truly?  Don't give yourself raccoon eye!"  I joked.
	"Oh, yeah."  He gave a wet laugh.
	"We can't go celebrate me if we're crying."  I wiped his eyes again
and kissed his cheek. "Mmm, salty."
	"No, we can't have that."
	"Good, we agree then."  I stood, pulling him up with me. "Now,
let's go get kissed from Booker and get going."
	"Okay."  He smiled, holding my hand.

	When I turned and went to walk away, he pulled me back by the hand
he was holding.

	"Will you make love with me tonight?"  He spoke lowly, our faces
inches apart.
	"That depends on whether or not you're a good boy until then."  I
winked.
	"Yes, baby."  He chuckled and followed me out of my room.





	"It's about time you came to collect me."  Garrett slid into the
limo across from us.
	"Good to see you, too."  I rolled my eyes.
	"What's he doing here?"  Garrett pointed at Brian.  "Are you trying
to confuse everyone?"
	"No, just you.  And don't do that."  I slapped at his raised
finger.
	"Well, it's worked."  He huffed.  "You're going to look like a
fool.  A whore, even!"
	"Watch it, buddy."  Brian tensed next to me.

	For some reason, those three words made me smile.  MY Brian was
still in there somewhere.

	"It's okay, baby.  Garrett is just telling what he sees as the
truth.  However wrong it may be."  I grabbed his hand and held it.

	Brian relaxed again and managed a smile for me.

	"Then tell me how this works in the whole grand scheme of things."
Garrett sat back.
	"Simple, I'm a whore.  But in a fun way."  I shrugged.

	Brian cackled while Garrett went pale.

	"And that helps you how?"  He croaked.
	"By smiling coyly and having someone new as your date all the time,
you keep folks on their toes.  They're always talking.  No such thing as
bad press, afterall."  I explained.
	"The ole, let them think you're a big fat whore, but give no
explanation ploy, eh?"  Brian asked.
	"THAT'S the one."  I agreed.

	Garrett just shook his head.

	"Hey, your share of my money will make you rich, so just roll with
it."  I laughed at him.





	"Matt!  Will Clarkson with Entertainment Tonight--it's great to see
you!"  A young guy, in his late twenties, shook my hand as I walked up.
	"Good to be here."  I smiled as his cameraman got in our faces.

	Brian, Garrett and I had arrived at the party twenty minutes ago,
but we were still stuck outside with the press.  I was apparently expected
to give them all a little something, and I was going to start with this
guy.

	"Isn't this amazing?  All this for you?"  He smiled.
	"Hey, I'll be the first to admit that....I deserve it."  I winked,
making the reporter laugh.
	"How does it feel to have made these amazing deals--being the new
toast of Hollywood?"
	"Well I'm not exactly new."
	"Right!"  He laughed.
	"It's great, real surreal," I squinted at all the lights, "but
great."

	There was a "popping noise overhead, then suddenly my conversation
with the reporter was speakered overhead.  Some people were stopping to
listen, but alot of people kept on with their private conversations.  The
volume from the mass of people only came down a notch or two.

	"How about your last movie finally being released?"
	"Hey, we're in surround sound."  I made him chuckle again. "It's a
blessing.  I was upset they shelved the movie..."
	"Wasn't it due to sexual content?"
	"Yeah, yeah.  But now everyone will get to see me having sex
again."  I winked.

	Yet another laugh.  I hoped they were all this nice.

	"I notice you have Brian Littrell with you tonight?"  He was
starting with the questioning I was waiting for.
	"Yeah, he's with me tonight."  I nodded, still cheerful.
	"What's up with that?"  He paused like he was done, then began
again. "Didn't you have pictures taken of you with Kevin Richardson last
week?"
	"I'm trying to collect the whole set.  Next week will be A.J."  I
made a gun motion with both hands and smile goofily.
	"Good friends, then?"  He laughed.
	"Very good."  I replied.

	Garrett showed up again and grabbed my elbow, signaling it was time
to move on.  I said my "goodbye's and thank you's" graciously and took off.
Garrett had me bouncing from reporter to reporter, allowing about three
minutes at each one.  Sometimes less time if the reporter was "buggery".
Brian was happy to stand back and answer the occasional question posed to
him.
	Finally, the last outdoor chore to do was stand in front of the
"firing squad".  Which meant I was shoved into a big open space where all
the cameramen flashed away, taking pictures over and over.  Garrett led me
to where I needed to stand and took off.  I playfully posed for a few
seconds until I heard a female voice scream over the crowd for me.

	"Matt!"  I turned to see Madonna running towards me.
	"Madonner!"  I imitated Rupert Everett.
	"How are you, sweetheart?!"  She asked, planting a kiss on my lips
and hugging me.

	Both of us were oblivious to the flashes going off at record speed
around us.  Apparently--THIS was news.

	"Just fabulous!  How's our Rupert?"  I asked, pulling back, holding
her hands in mine.
	"Fabulous as well, he asked about you as well.  But you've yet to
ask me how I am."  She teased.
	"I KNOW you're fabulous."  I winked.
	"Madonna, Matt--pose for us!  Give us a picture!"  We finally came
back to reality and realized we were being photographed.

	We got out act together and started posing.  At first we had our
arms slung together.  Then hugging.  Then I just put an arm over her
shoulders.  Madonna got funny then and turned me around and grabbed my ass
in a comical post.  When I turned around again, I grabbed her chest with
both hands and more pictures were taken.  By the end of the shoot, we had
everyone laughing.  We walked off together, arm in arm.

	"We'll be on the front page tomorrow."  Madonna laughed as we moved
inside, Brian and Guy Ritchie trailing behind.






	"I'm so tired."  I fell face first onto the bed, fully clothed.
	"You shouldn't sleep in that suit, baby."  Brian chuckled as he
closed the door.
	"I know."  I grunted, then flailed about 'til the jacket came off.
	"You could have gotten up and taken all your clothes off with as
much effort as that took."  He laughed.
	"I'd kick my shoes off, but I might go to fashion prison for people
who scuff D&G's."  I sighed whistfully.

	Brian laughed at my joke and walked over to me.  He rolled me over
onto my back.  He moved to my feet, unlacing my shoes.

	"Thanks, baby."  I sighed as he pulled the first shoe off.
	"No prob, baby."  He stated lowly.

	He got my second shoe off and set it down next to the other one.  I
propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him.

	"You need help standing?"  He teased.

	I didn't answer right away.  I raised my right foot and pressed it
into his crotch, brushing against him thru his slacks.  Brian gasped
suddenly, but smiled down at me as I kneaded his crotch with the ball of my
foot.  He was semi-hard and growing slowly to fully hard.  I was anxious.
I hadn't had sex with Brian in awhile.  It had been awhile since I looked
at his cock.

	"Didn't I say I'd do something for you if you behaved tonight." I
asked, tongue firmly in cheek.
	"You sure did."  He smiled graciously, standing still so my foot
could continue to massage his now hard cock.
	"Well, get up here with me, baby."  I patted the bed next to me.
	"Whatcha gonna do for me?"  Brian asked.

	He moved forward slowly, right at me.  He put his hands on either
side of me, on the bed.  He kept moving forward until I had to lay back on
the bed.  When I was laying flat on the bed, Brian moved up, straddling me
on the bed, one knee on either side of me.  After he finished moving
forward, Brian was on his hands and knees above me, looking down at me.
	I reached up and caressed his cheek with my hand, giving him a warm
smile as he peered down at me.  Brian smiled back at me as I stroked his
cheek and watched him hover above be.  I let my hand trail from his cheek,
slowly down his neck to his chest.  Brian grinned widely as I popped open
the first button of his dress shirt.

	"What did you want me to do for you?"  I asked, bringing my other
hand up to his shirt, working on his buttons slowly.
	"What did we do the first night we met?"  Brian made a face that
showed he was thinking.
	"If you think you're getting off with a simple blowjob, you better
think again."  I teased.
	"Oh, you want more than that, huh?"  He leaned down until his mouth
was an inch from mine.
	"Lots more."  I stuck my tongue out quickly, licking his lips.
	"I want lots more, too."  Brian gave me a slow, gentle kiss. "I
want to make love to you."

	I leaned upwards and kiss Brian on the neck.  My mouth moved around
to the front of his neck, sucking on his Adam's Apple.  I stuck my tongue
out and licked from that spot, up his neck, over his chin, and to his lips.
Brian opened his mouth for me, letting me move in to kiss him, our tongues
swirling together.  My hands moved quickly, opening his buttons on his
shirt quickly.
	Once his shirt was unbuttoned, I dove in with my hands, finally
connecting with his bare skin.  I shivered as I finally touched Brian for
what seemed like the first time.  His skin seemed to send electric currents
into my fingertips.  Brian kissed me deeply, exploring every inch of my
mouth with his tongue as I rubbed my hands around his bare back and chest,
then down his stomach.

	"Oh God, baby.  I've wanted you to touch me like that for a long
long time now."  He sighed, staring down at me as my hands explored inside
his shirt.
	"I've missed touching you like this."  I replied, finally bringing
my hands out of his shirt and pulling it off of him.

	I almost gasped when I saw him without a shirt again.  He was just
as beautiful as I remembered him.  Brian lifted one hand at a time for me
so I could get the shirt off of him.  I threw his shirt off the bed, then
began to smooth my hands over his back again.  When my hands came around to
his stomach and grabbed onto his belt, Brian's back bowed and he sighed
heavily.

	"Well," I jerked up on his belt, making Brian jump,"I haven't
gotten to see him in awhile."

	Brian just looked at me in a way that let me know he wanted me very
badly right then.

	"I want to see him again."  I grinned evily.
	"Then, take him out, baby."  Brian panted as I unbuckled his belt.

	I got Brian's belt undone quickly and slowly pulled it out of his
belt loops and chunked it on the floor.  Brian shivered above me as I slid
the zipper on his pants down slowly and deliberately.  Without bothering to
fully undo his pants, I plunged my hand into his pants and felt his hard
cock press against the palm of my hand.  He hadn't been wearing any
underwear.  Brian jumped again when my hand connected with his cock.  I
wrapped my fingers around him, and slowly pulled him out of his pants.
	I sighed with content as I saw his large cock once again.  It
glistened with precum, a small drop hanging onto the tip.  I kept my hand
wrapped around him, and moved his cock around a bit, as if examining it.
Brian just panted above me as I held him in my fist.  I brought my other
hand down to him and reached in to pull his balls out of his pants, cupping
and playing with them as well.

	"It's the hottest thing I've ever seen."  I sighed as I wrapped my
arms around Brian and rolled us, finally ending up on top of him,
straddling him.
	"You're the hottest thing I've ever seen."

	I reached down and took him in my hand again, slowly beginning to
stroke him as I sat on his thighs.

	"So many things I could do with this."  I smiled evily as he panted
for breath beneath him.
	"I don't know why the fuck I ever messed with anybody else."  Brian
grabbed my hips lightly and held them as I stroked him.
	"I don't either."  I teased.
	"Baby?"  Brian spoke in a shy voice.
	"Yeah?"  I asked, entranced in stroking his cock.
	"I don't know, but I want to know what I can do to make this
relationship work."  Brian gasped quickly as I stroked him.
	"What do you mean?"  I cocked my head to the side and held onto his
cock, not stroking anymore.
	"I know we're going to have sex and all, right?"
	"Well I hope the fuck so."  I teased nervously.
	"But, that isn't going to solve everything.  What can I do to make
this relationship like it was?"  He asked.
	"Brian, I don't want you to feel responsible for everything..."
	"But I am.  Matt, I love you.  I want to know--before we have
sex--what it's going to take to make this work.  If we have sex now without
fixing everything COMPLETELY, it's going to just turn into problem after
problem."  Brian grabbed my hand and slowly pulled my hand off him.

	I thought about it for a second.  Was Brian right?  Was I just
going to have sex with him to glaze things over--to make everything seem
superficially okay?  What did I need from Brian?  He was willing to give up
drinking and fucking around, but was that enough?  Did I need something
else from him?  A sign of some sort?

	"Why?"
	"Why what?"  He asked.
	"Why all the sudden do you want to know what is lacking in this
relationship.  You haven't cared before."  That sounded alot harsher than I
intended.
	"Because, I don't know.  I just feel that we're on the cusp of
breaking up or fixing everything completely."

	Well, I hadn't expected this at all.  Brian was straightening
himself out just to get laid.  He really wanted to fix things.  I guess
Kevin had given him a real good talking to.  Brian was still hard, but he
wasn't going to have sex with me until we talked.

	"Do you really want to know?"  I asked, sighing heavily.
	"No, I just stopped you from touching my dick because it didn't
feel good."  He gave me a goofy grin.

	I laughed loudly.

	"Come on, baby."  He cooed, pulling me down to lay beside him.

	I didn't want to talk about it right at that moment because I knew
I'd vent.  Brian had been going thru a whole bunch of shit like me, he
didn't need to hear my insecurities and bitching and moaning.  For some
reason though, I just let it blurt out.

	"You don't fuckin' listen to me anymore."  I cupped my hand over my
mouth after I let it slip out.

	Brian just laid there, unfazed.  When he didn't defend himself, I
kept going.

	"I so fucking resent you for not talking to me anymore.  We don't
lay in bed and just talk.  You don't seem to care about me anymore unless
we're fucking.  You want to watch me fuck other guys, like fucking me isn't
good enough.  I fucking just want to beat your ass for Nick and A.J., but
at the same time, I hate myself for doing it."  I could feel tears coming
on.
	"Get it out, baby."  He pulled me into him and held me.
	"And the other night when you were drunk and asked me about
Kevin....I so fucking hated you right then.  I hated you more because you
didn't get mad at me for having sex with him.  Sometimes, I just hate you,
but at the same time I can't not love you.  You piss me off so much."  I
started slapping at his chest and face like I was insane.

	Brian must have thought I was going crazy.  I acted like I wanted
to kill him.  I started punching and slapping at him, getting my agression
out.  He just moved his face away so I couldn't hit him there, and held me
as I slapped at him.  I didn't know what came over me, I just wanted to hit
Brian until he hurt as bad as I did inside.  Brian let me do it.  My fists
were moving so fast, I didn't know how hard I was doing it, but Brian just
winced and let me do it.

	"I fucking hate you!  You piss me off so bad!"  I punched one final
time, hitting Brian in the chin.

	Brian didn't react, he just took the punch, then pulled me in tight
to him until I was pulled against his chest.  I began to sob into his chest
as he held me, mumbling about how much I hated and loved him.  I knew I had
gone crazy.  I just tried to beat the fuck out of my boyfriend.  How could
I love him so much, but just have hit him in the face?  How could I do that
to anyone?  Brian just held me and whispered "I love you, Matt.  I love you
so much."


(Part Four)


	"Is this music okay for you?"  Randi asked as Brian and I walked
into the vacant loft for the photo shoot.
	"Yeah, that's tight."  I replied, scoping out the area they had set
up.

	Randi had called me at five in the morning, which was a bad idea.
Brian and I didn't fall asleep until three.  When she called, I was so out
of it she could barely understand me.  Randi wanted me to know that Rolling
Stone had been thrilled to have me on the cover and wanted me to meet her
for photos and the interview at eleven the next morning.  I was excited,
but I didn't really want to get up.
	Brian woke when the phone went off.  When I told him what was going
on, he wanted to go if it was okay with me.  It made me feel good that he
wanted to go.  Lately, he hadn't given a shit what was going on with me.
So ofcourse, I automatically agreed to let him come.  I asked Kevin to
watch Booker, and he agree right away.
	I didn't dress up, I just wore some torn jeans, a tank, and a bit
of jewelry.  Before we went to the photo shoot, Brian and I got out the
scissors and chopped my hair down.  It was in a messy type "do" where my
hair was going everywhere--like continual "bedhead".  I thought it looked
good on me.  I slathered on some black fingernail polish and we were out
the door.
	There were several assistants around, plus a cameraman.  They had
set up a bedroom type setting.  There was a bed set up against a red brick
wall.  Sorta trashy looking, but trendy as well.  There was no warddrobe or
makeup person--as I requested.  I wanted the pics to look raw.  No Doubt
was playing, giving off a good vibe.  I was totally in the mood to be
naughty.

	"I love the look, by the way."  Randi complimented me.
	"Brian cut it for me."  I grabbed his hand.
	"Yeah.."  He looked over at me and smiled.
	"Well, he did a good job."  She smiled.  "What happened to Kevin?"

	Brian laughed loudly.

	"That was just for publicity."  I lied.
	"Oh, well it was good."  She winked.  "I figure we'll do pics
first, then the interview."
	"Sounds good to me."  I shrugged and let go of Brian's hand to walk
over to the bedroom set they had made, pulling my jacket off, letting it
fall on the floor.

	Brian picked my jacket up for me as I plopped down on the bare bed,
looking at the camerman.  Randi and Brian found a seat on a bench behind
the camera set up.

	"So, what are you comfortable with?"  The cameraman, with a German
accent, asked me.
	"Anything.  How long do you want me to pose?"  I asked.
	"Half hour.  Maybe longer."  He stated succinctly.
	"Okay.  Let's just work it."  I stated and sat back, bracing myself
on my hands behind me.

	Immediately, he began photographing me.  I sat back for a bit. Then
I got on all fours on the bed--not in a "Playmate" way, but in a less
seductive, natural pose.  Then I laid fully on the bed while he stood above
me and shot.  He continued to shout praise that I was "a natural".  After a
bit of that, I climbed further onto the bed and sat with my back against
the brick wall, pulling my knees to my chest and holding them.  When I got
bored, I lit a cigarette and smoked nonchalantly while he photographed me.
	When the mood hit me, I stripped my tank off and sat bare chested
for him to photograph.  Randi gave me a "thumbs up", showing she approved.
Every now and then I ran a hand across my chest or abs, giving the
photographer an eye full.  When I ran my hand down my abs, letting my
fingertips wander past the waistband of my jeans, the photographer went
crazy.  He flashed picture after picture.  Finally, to make him overheat, I
unbuttoned the top of my jeans and sat back, totally relaxed.

	"Oh shit, that's my jam."  I announced as 'Hella Good' came on the
stereo.

	I stood up quickly in front of the bed, my jeans still undone.  I
began to dance for the photographer and began to dance to the verse. The
photographer snapped picture after picture as I danced.  I turned away from
him so he could snap me from behind.  When I spun around to face him, Brian
was standing in front of me.  I jumped slightly from shock, then smiled
widely.

	"Wanna dance with me?"  He asked.
	"Hell yeah."  I grinned cheesily.

	Brian began to dance in front of me, placing his arms on either
side of me, grinding up against me.  I laughed loudly as the flashes on the
camera went off.  Brian definitely cut the tension by making me laugh for
once.  Halfway thru the song, I realized he really wanted to dance, so I
wrapped my arms around him and began to grind back.  Randi and the
cameraman seemed to love this.  They both cheered us on, but let us do our
own thing.
	Brian dropped his hands to my waist as I yanked his shirt off of
him.  I threw his shirt on the bed, then continued dancing with him. He
just smiled at me as I began to dance lower, bringing my mouth even with
his chest, then licking his chest.  The photographer was saying things like
"That's gold" and "Oh!  More of that" as we danced.  Finally, Brian
realized we had been dancing for too long and reached down, yanking my
pants off me until I was standing in boxer briefs.
	As Brian walked away, he pulled my jeans off of me, carrying them
away with him.  I couldn't help but laugh as I was left standing in my
boxer briefs in front of the photographer.  He kept exclaiming his approval
as I continued to pose in different position, almost nude. After about ten
minutes, the photographer seemed to lose interest, so I hooked my thumbs in
my boxer briefs, licking my lips.
	Suddenly, he started snapping more pics.  Before I could chicken
out, I stripped my boxer briefs off and quickly covered my privates with my
hands, stepping out of my underwear.  I kept my hands over my cock as I sat
back on the bed, straddling the corner of it.  Randi and the photographer
went absolutely crazy, thinking they had hit the jackpot.  I posed a bit,
sitting up with my hands covering me.  Then I stood and turned where he got
my backside.  After several more minutes, I got on the bed, laying down on
my stomach.  That way I didn't have to cover my cock while he photographed
me.  I lit a cigarette at this part.
	Brian came back over to me, this time completely nude.  I didn't
think anything of it.  I had seen him nude so many times, I was
desensitized to it.  But obviously, the photographer thought it was awesome
when Brian climbed on the bed and straddled my ass, completely nude.  Brian
situated himself on me to where when a photograph was taken, you just saw
him on me.  You assumed he wasn't clothed, but you weren't sure.  When
Randi told me to look like I was having sex, I made a face like I was in
sexual ecstasy and Brian leaned into me, grabbing my shoulders.  I'm sure
it looked like he was fucking me while we were photographed.
	After this, Brian laid down against me, resting his chin on my
shoulder.  He was looking over my shoulder as our picture was snapped. I
couldn't think of anything more seductive than that--until Brian knelt on
the bed.  Then he made me sit on and huge him while the photographer took
pics of that.  Brian was proving to be a vital part of my manipulation of
main stream media.

	"You two are fucking awesome!"  Randi announced.
	"Let's try making love again."  I whispered into Brian's ear.

	Another camera flash.

	"But you haven't forgiven me."  He whispered back.
	"Yes, I have.  I just had to get that out last night."
	"You sure?"
	"Yes.  I'm just as much to fault as you are."
	"Yes you are.  But that doesn't matter."
	"Yes it does."  I sighed, hugging him tightly to me as we were
photographed.
	"No, it doesn't.  That's the past.  We're starting over.  You, me
and Booker.  We're going to make it work."  Brian demanded.  "This is going
to work out.  I love you too much to not make it work."
	"Put the tips of your fingers down the front of my pants."  I
stated quickly.

	Brian complied.  The photographer went crazy again.

	"I want it to work, too.  Anything I have to do."  I whispered
bakc.
	"Except involving other people."  He joked.
	"Right."  I laughed with him.
	"Can he grab you, Matt?"  Randi hollered.
	"Sure."  I replied.
	"I just want to make sure we last."  Brian stated suredly as he
grabbed my bare crotch, covering me with his hand as we were photographed.
	"My balls are sorta hanging out."  I stated nonchalantly, making
Brian shove his other hand into my crotch with a laugh. "I want us to last,
too."
	"Matt, I don't want this to sound raunchy, but I just want to fuck
you so bad."  He sighed, holding me with both hands.
	"Me, too. Especially since last night didn't work."  I replied,
pushing him down into a laying position on the bed, laying on top of him.

	The photographer kept snatching pictures as I laid down on top of
Brian.  I was fully nude, but Brian was fully clothed.  Finally, after this
position got boring, we stood, Brian standing in front of me to hide my
nakedness from the camera.  I let my hands fall to the front of his jeans
as more photographs were taken.

	"Okay, that's enough!"  I shouted, suddenly busting out laughing.

	Brian hugged me to him, helping to cover me fully from the
cameraman, and began laughing loudly with me.  Brian helped cover me with
his body as I gathered my boxer briefs off the floor and yanked them on.
Once I had them on, he moved away from me, but just slightly.

	"You two are fucking gold.  You make me sick."  The cameraman
stated.

	It was obviously a compliment coming from him.  I laughed as I lit
a cigarette and stood in my underwear smoking, in front of God and
everybody.

	"No shit!  That was great."  Randi dashed up and threw her arms
around me.  "Just wonderful!  You rock!"
	"Don't I know."  I teased her as she pulled away.





	"Nuh-uh, I ain't doin' it!"  Aaron was screeching at Nick and A.J.
	"Don't make him do it."  Booker squealed his defense.

	Brian and I had just returned from the photo shoot to find a
shouting match going on in the den.  Aaron was sitting in one of the chairs
while the rest of the guys were sprawled on the couch.  Booker was sitting
on the floor while "Scooby-Doo" the cartoon played on the T.V.

	"What are you afraid of, Aaron?"  Kevin leaned forward on the couch
and teased.

	Aaron was trembling, almost on the verge of tears.  I wanted to
rush to him and hold him, like I'd do for Booker.  But he was a teenager
and likely to be embarassed by that.

	"I'm not doing it!"  Aaron shouted at Nick, then hissed at Kevin.
"Nothing!"
	"What the hell's going on in here?"  Brian laughed as I just made
my way to the empty chair and plopped down.
	"Nothing."  Aaron answered in a lower voice.
	"We have plans for this Saturday night."  A.J. winked at Brian.
	"No!"  Aaron hollered again.
	"Inside voice, Aaron."  I stated blandly, groaning as I stripped my
sandals off.
	"They made reservations for all of us to stay at some hotel...."
Aaron began, desperation in his voice, his eyes pleading with me.
	"That's haunted!"  Howie interjected.
	"Cool!"  Brian's eyes lit up and he dashed over to look at the
brochure Nick had.
	"Like haunted haunted, or fake haunted house type haunted?"  I
asked.
	"Like, supposedly truly haunted.  It's a historical landmark."
Nick nodded.
	"Groovy."  I sighed with a smile and curled up in the chair.
	"I don't have to go, do I, Matt?!?"  Aaron was looking at me with
the desperate look again.

	All the guys were on the couch, conspiring over the brochure Nick
had while Booker's attention had turned back to the T.V.  I couldn't figure
out why Nick would go and do something like this without checking with any
of us.  Maybe we didn't want to go--and what would I do with Booker?  In
all honesty, I was intrigued and dying to go, but I couldn't take Booker.

	"Ofcourse you don't have to go."  I nodded once.  "I don't even
know if I can go.  So you can stay here with me."
	"Oh, you're going, baby."  Brian looked up at me quickly.

	I didn't answer, I just swept a hand at Booker.

	"Garrett could watch him."  Kevin suggested.
	"Yeah, right!"  I laughed.

	However, then I realized--Garrett was responsible.  He was one
person I could actually trust to do a job to my specifications.  I just
didn't know if he liked kids.  But if was definitely worth asking him.

	"Well, yeah.  I could do that."  I conceded thoughtfully.
	"What about me?!?!"  Aaron looked horrified.
	"You can stay in the same room with Brian and me.  You don't have
to suffer with Nick and A.J. scaring you all night."  I shrugged.

	Aaroun thought on that for a minute, and slowly his horrified
expression melted.  Then he finally smiled.


(Part Five)


	The place was massive.  The lobby had to be atleast a full acre
large.  I expected the hotel to be large, just from looking at the outside
of the "mansion", but nothing like what we saw.  The lobby was filled with
antique furniture, lamps, end tables, and art work everywhere.  I was
almost overpowering, but then again, I'm sure that everyone in the lobby
was overpowered by the seven celebrities that walked in the door right at
that moment.  It's not everyday that you're trying to check into a hotel
and Matt Thompson, The Backstreet Boys and Aaron Carter barge in all
together.
	Luckily, Garrett was kind enough to agree to watch Booker.  It took
just a small amount of ass kissing on my part, but in the end, Garrett made
me proud by saying "yes".  Booker didn't seem too happy about not getting
to go to the "Haunted Hotel", but when I explained that it was scary, he
was relieved he wasn't going.  I promised both Garrett and Booker I'd bring
them back a gift for being good boys.
	After getting Garrett to babysit, Nick broke the news to all of us
that we had to have costumes for a a dinner party at the hotel.  We all
grumbled and cursed him, but knew there was no way around it.  With only a
couple hours to spare, we all went to a Halloween shop at the Beverly
Center.  I've always had a phobia about malls.  My theory was always that
if the shop couldn't afford to build their own building, then they weren't
worth shopping at.  Besides, we always got mobbed at malls.  Too many young
kids.
	It was quite a trying experience.  There was plenty to choose from,
but I never was one to go for costumes.  After searching rack after rack of
costumes, Aaron and I found a Harry Potter costume.  Since Aaron didn't
look like Harry, we decided he could be Draco Malfoy.  He wasn't too
pleased about it, but I finally convinced him that it would be cute--which
is what I'm sure any teen likes to hear.
	Aaron and Brian searched rack after rack with me, but I just
couldn't find anything that made me happy.  I suggested to Brian I could go
as a "Sardonic Pissed Off Fag That Hates Costumes"--basically myself--but
he wasn't having any of that.  In the end, Brian ended up finding some
camouflage cargo pants that were tight at the waist but sorta baggy down
thru the legs.  He added a army green wife beater, dog tags, and black army
boots, with a camoflage army cap.  It was suitable to me, but I knew Brian
just wanted to me to dress that way 'cause it was a fetish.  When I brought
it up to him, he stated "I'll show you how much I like it when we go to our
room", and winked at me.  Then I reminded him Aaron was staying with us,
and I got a disappointed groan. I had to laugh at him.  Brian told me he
was keeping costume a secret from me, though.

	"We have a reservation for four rooms."  Nick announced to the desk
clerk when it was out turn.

	The rest of us stood back, waiting on Nick to pay the man so we
could go see our rooms.  I think Aaron was just as overwhelmed by the place
as I was.  The ceiling was thirty feet high, atleast, with a huge crystal
and silve chandeleir hanging down.  If that sucker fell, it would take out
a good five people.  The wall to the right of the check in desk was covered
in artwork, with two windows that were about five feet wide and ran floor
to ceiling.  the opposite wall had a few more pieces of art on it, with
several French doors that looked like they led into a ballroom or a dining
area.  They doors had lacey type curtains on the other side, so I couldn't
see in very well.
	The wall opposite the desk--where we had entered--had no windows,
but the huge wooden doors were the focal point.  It looked like it would
take the power of ten men to open the doors, but for some reason, one
person could do the job.  They were carved of some type of wood I wasn't
familiar with, but it looked like teak.  In one corner of the lobby was a
staircase that was fairly narrow, and just seemed to disappear into the
ceiling.  The stairs were only wide for a person carrying a suitcase to get
up.  The opening into the ceiling that led to the second floor was just
wide enough as well.  It was probably built that way so you had to walk up
the stairs to actually see what was on the second floor.
	The desk was made of mahogany, and was lacquered to a shine that
made it possible to see your reflection.  To the left of the desk was a
long, wide, and somewhat winding hallway that apparently led to other
rooms, the service staff quarters and a washing area.  The kitchen was
probably down that hall as well.  It reminded me of a hallway you'd see in
the movie "The Shining."  When I looked over at Aaron, he apparently saw
the hallway as well.  He must have thought it looked ominous, too, 'cause
he looked white.

	"You'll be fine."  I wrapped an arm over his shoulders and gave him
a smile.
	"I better be or I'm gonna tell mom to kill Nick."  He gave a weak
smile back.
	"Alright, let's go find our room."  Brian brought Aaron and I to
attention by dangling a key in front of us.
	"What's the number?"  I asked, reaching down to pick my backpack
back up.
	"Two-forty-one."  Brian wriggled his eyebrows at us, then the
stairs.
	"It's sure gonna be hard to run down those stairs if something gets
after you Aaron."  Nick laughed as the rest of the guys walked by, on their
way down the hall next to the desk.
	"Why do THEY get to stay on this floor and we have to go up there?"
Aaron squealed.
	"Well apparently, all the rooms with two beds are up there.
Everything down here is only one bed rooms."  Brian shrugged.
	"We'll be fine.  Get your bag, let's go."  I punched Aaron
playfully in the arm and headed towards the stairs.

	While grumbling about "stupid frickin' brothers that send you to
your doom", Aaron grabbed his bag and followed me to the stairs.  Brian
brought up the rear, ruffling Aaron's hair with a laugh.  We got halfway up
the stairs fine, but suddenly, they started creaking.  Loudly, too.  I
began laughing loudly as each step creaked louder than the other.  Aaron
turned to go back down the steps, but Brian turned him back around to
follow me.  I didn't know if they had intentionally had made the steps
creak, or it was just the sign of age.  Either way, it was funny to Brian
and I, and a sign of doom to come to Aaron.
	Aaron relaxed a bit once we got off the steps and entered the
upstairs hallway.  It was quite a bit wider than the hallway downstairs,
but it had pieces of antique furniture here and there as well.  A few
victorian couches, antique tables and hutches, and some more artwork.  The
whole wall was line with windows that looked out into an enclosed garden
area.  It was light and airy, and not spooky in the least.  I heard Aaron
give a sigh of relief.

	"Which way to our room, Bob?"  I asked Brian.
	"Bob?"  He cocked his head.
	"Yeah, why not?  Which way?"  I winked.
	"I'm thinking this way?"  He jerked a thumb to the right with a
laugh.
	"Otay, buttwheat."  I gave him an "ok" sign and turned right.

	A few yards down, and I realized we were on the right trail.  The
two-thirties started, then there was two-forty, then at the end of the
hall, was two-forty-one.  Just by looked at how much wall space was left on
each side of our room door, it looked like ours was the largest room in the
hotel.  That didn't bother me in the slightest.  Brian was kind enough to
unluck the door, and hold it open for Aaron and I.  I hit the light switch
on the wall as we walked in.
	The room WAS huge.  With two king size beds, as well.  One was
along the right wall, the foor facing towards the middle of the room, and
the other bed was on the left wall, facing the other bed.  Both beds were
four poster, with imposing canopies on them.  There were a couple couches,
a dresser, and a few other odds and ends of furniture.  However, there
weren't any windows, so I could see how it would be very creepy at night
time.  With the lights on, though, it looked completely benign.

	"Which bed do you want, Aaron?"  I thought letting him choose which
bed he wanted, he'd be able to pick the one that scared him the least.
	"Um....that one."  Aaron pointed to the one on the right.
	"Then, that one is our's, baby."  I slapped Brian on the ass as he
closed the door, then ran towards the bed.

	Brian laughed and chased after me, tackling me onto the bed.  I
laughed as Brian held me down on top of the bed and began to kiss my neck
playfully.

	"Jeez, and I thought the ghosts would scare me."  Aaron stuck his
tongue out and walked over to his bed and plopped down.
	"Oh, be quiet, you've seen A.J. and Nick kiss before."  Brian
grabbed a decorative pillow and lobbed it at Aaron before going back to
giving me kisses.

	Aaron just gave a laugh as he dodged the pillow.

	"Okay, that's enough of that."  I gave Brian a quick kiss on the
lips and rolled him off me, sitting up.
	"Well, damn."  Brian groaned lustfully, but knew he'd just have to
suffer with Aaron in the room.
	"So, what do we do until tonight?"  Aaron pulled his legs up on the
bed and sat 'indian style', looking over at me.
	"Um, I don't really know."  I looked at Brian.
	"Hey, this was Nick's idea, I don't have the first clue."  He put
his hands up in the air.
	"Well, call the boy!"  I pushed Brian's knee with a giggle.
	"Yeah, okay."  Brian got up to call Nick.
	"I'm kinda hungry."  Aaron shrugged as he grabbed the remote for
the T.V. and switched it on.
	"I'm kinda feenin'."  I replied, and pulled my cigarettes out of my
pocket.

	I lit my cigarette and sat back on the bed while Brian paced around
the room.  Aaron flipped thru channels on the T.V., looking confused.  As I
grabbed the ashtray off the bedside table and ashed into it, Brian came
back over and plopped down beside me.

	"Aren't you going to call Nick?"  I asked.
	"There's no phone."  Brian gave a disbelieving laugh.
	"Huh?"  I laughed with him.
	"And we only get five channels!"  Aaron was highly upset.
	"Well those cheap bastards."  I sighed.
	"What are we gonna do if we need to call the po-lice or sumpin?"
Aaron looked panicked.

	Brian and I busted out laughing at him.

	"What?"  He huffed.
	"Well, I don't think we'll need to call the police, kiddo.  And I
don't think they can save you from ghoulies, anyway."  Brian held his hands
out at Aaron and wriggled his fingers.
	"Stop it!"  Aaron gasped.
	"Baby..."  I grabbed one of his hands with a laugh.
	"Okay, okay."  He conceded as I grabbed my backpack and pulled my
cell phone out.  "They can't stop us, I brought my own phone!"

	Aaron gave a sigh of relief as I punched up Nick's phone number on
my cell and hit "send".  I held it to my ear and listened as it gave the
small "beeping" noise, signaling it was dialing the number entered.  I
waited a few seconds, then my cell gave two loud beeps, indicating I wasn't
getting a signal.

	"Well, shit."  I licked my teeth and tried again, getting the same
results.
	"Let me try mine."  Aaron got his cell phone.

	He held the phone to his ear, and waited.  Finally, his smile
turned into a frown, then he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared
at it.

	"No signal, huh?"  I asked, ashing my cigarette again.
	"No."
	"Well, we don't have any windows.  And the walls are pretty thick.
Cell phones probably aren't gonna work in this room."  Brian shrugged.
	"Yeah."  I agreed and snubbed out my cigarette.

	I set the ashtray and my cell phone back on the bedside table and
brought my legs up on the bed.  Brian wrapped his arms around me as I
wrapped mine around his chest and leaned against him, laying my head on his
shoulder.

	"Do ya'll want to get something to eat?"  Brian asked after kissing
the top of my head.
	"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry."  I agreed.
	"I'm starving."  Aaron sighed as he turned off the T.V. and chunked
the remote on the bed.  "Let me go piss first."
	"Okay."  Brian replied.

	Brian and I stayed sitting on the bed as Aaron went into the
bathroom and closed the door behind himself.  We stayed pretty quiet,
holding each other and giving each other kisses every now and then as Aaron
did his business.  Brian jerked his head up as the bathroom door swung open
and banged into the wall.  Aaron came running out and jumped onto the bed
between Brian and I.  He wrapped his arms around me, almost knocking me
over onto the bed.

	"What the hell is wrong with you?"  Brian laughed, falling back and
away from us.
	"There's something in there!"  He pointed excitedly at the
bathroom.
	"What?"  Brian laughed nervously.
	"There's something FUCKING in there."  Aaron repeated, his whole
body shaking against me.
	"Watch your mouth."  I stated calmly.  "What are you talking
about?"
	"Sorry, Matt, but there's something in that bathroom."  He pointed
again nervously and then held onto me tighter.

	Brian got up from the bed with a laugh and went to the bathroom as
Aaron shook against me.

	"Aaron, there can't be anything in the bathroom.  We're the only
three people in here."  I explained, but didn't try to pull away from him.
	"It's not a person, it's something else.  Something is in there."
He insisted firmly.
	"Baby, there's nothing in there."  Brian came out of the bathroom
and gave me a look like 'that boy crazy'.
	"Hold on."  I pulled away from Aaron and stood.

	Brian went over to the bed with Aaron and sat down.  I laughed
loudly when Aaron latched onto him.  Brian made an "oof" sound as Aaron
squeezed the air out of him.

	"I'll go look, okay, Aaron?"
	"Okay.  But I'm not going back in there alone."
	"Well, I'm not gonna hold your hand while you pee, so you'll just
have to go with the door open."  I laughed loudly.

	While Aaron clutched Brian, I walked across the room to the
bathroom.  I didn't know how a fifteen-year-old kid could be so jumpy about
nothing.  The room seemed pretty bright and not the least bit creepy at the
moment.  However, I humored Aaron, and was going to investigate the
bathroom for him.  Looking in the entrance of the bathroom, it seemed
pretty welcoming, not the least bit scary or menacing.  However, I entered
the bathroom to have a look.

	"Wow!"  I exclaimed to Brian and Aaron.  "This is a cool bathroom."
	"It's creepy!"  Aaron's muffled reply reached my ears.

	The bathroom was not particularly big or anything, but amazing
nonetheless.  On the left of the door there was a huge iron claw-foot
bathtub.  It wasn't oversized, but still big enough for two people--such as
Brian and myself.  To the right was a shower stall with glass doors, and
was probably big enough to two folks as well.  Then against the wall
opposite the door, there was a long vanity with a sink, and a huge mirror.
The whole room was done done in gold's and silvers, with a little bit of
color thrown in here and there.  There were a few cherubic creatures carved
into the crown molding around the ceiling.  I noticed there was a closet,
and for curiosity's sake, I opened it to make sure nothing was hiding.
	The closet was empty, save a few hangers and extra toilet paper and
towels.  I shrugged, and closed the closet.  I closed the entrance door,
making Aaron squeal from his place on the bed.  As I went over to the
toilet to pee, I couldn't help but laugh at him.  Aaron had to be
especially superstitious or jumpy to have gotten scared in this bathroom, I
thought to myself as I unzipped my pants, pulled myself out and proceeded
to conduct business.
	As I was zipping my pants back up, though, it felt cold all of the
sudden.  It felt like a breeze was blowing across the back of my neck.  Not
necessarily a breeze from a fan or a vent, but like someone blowing across
my neck.  I turned around slowly, checking for a cooling vent around the
ceiling, but couldn't find one.  I shrugged again and flushed the toilet
and went over to the sink to wash my hands.
	Before I could turn the water on, the hairs on my neck stood up and
I felt like someone was standing behind me--watching me.  One glance in the
mirror let me know there was no one there.  However, as I turned on the
water and proceeded to wash my hands, the feeling didn't go away.  It just
got more intense, until I was downright creeped out. However, I kept myself
from running out, screaming like a woman.  That would only have made it
worse for Aaron.

	"Well?"  Brian looked up at me.

	He was still on the bed with Aaron, holding him while Aaron shook.

	"Nothing."  I lied--sort of.
	"See, Aaron?"  Brian made Aaron look up at him by putting a hand
under his chin and tilting his head up.
	"Yeah, I guess--maybe I just got spooked."  Aaron blinked.
	"Come on, I'll stand outside the door while you go."  I waved Aaron
over.

	He got up tentatively and walked over to me, entering the bathroom
as if something was going to jump out at him.

	"Just keep talking to me while I go."  Aaron demanded.
	"Alright."  I laughed.

	As Aaron went to the bathroom, I looked over at Brian and gave him
a "It's creepy in there" look.  Brian just cocked his head to the side as
if I confused him.





	"Look what I have."  Nick sang happily as he and the other guys
joined Brian, Aaron and I at our table in the dining room.
	"Whaaaaaaat?"  I mocked him, making Brian and Aaron snicker.
	"This, smartass."  He teased me, holding a book up in front of
himself, against his chest.

	The book was sorta old looking.  It had a brown, paper composite
cover.  There was no lettering, title or otherwise.  It looked kinda dirty
and funky.

	"Good job, Nick.  You found a book in the garbage."  I leaned
against the top of the table with my elbows.
	"Very funny."  He rolled his eyes.  "It's a journal of guests that
stayed in our room."
	"Okay, so you found a book a previous guest threw in the garbage."
Brian shrugged, making me laugh with this time with Aaron.
	"Oh shut up."  Nick waved us off.  "It tells a history of the
hotel, and tells about the ghosts that haunt each room."
	"Oooooh."  Kevin's eyes lit up.  "What's it say about
one-twenty-two?"
	"Let's seeeeeeee," Nick opened the book and started flipping
pages,"Okay, one-twenty-two.  Your's is referred to as the 'Blood Room'."
	"No wonder it's red."  Kevin cringed.
	Nick laughed while the rest of us groaned. "Your room is haunted by
ghosts named the 'Headless Husband' and the 'Bleeding Bride'.  Apparently a
bride and her groom planned to spend their honeymoon in your room.  They
were supposed to leave the next day, but they never came to check out.
Later the next day, the maid went to clean the room and found both of them
laying on the bed in their wedding gear.  Both of their heads were
missing."
	"Matt..."  Aaron leaned towards me.
	"Nick, don't tell us this shit."  I laughed nervously.
	"Howie's in one-twenty-one."  Nick completely ignored my request as
everyone laughed.
	"What's it say about my room?"  Howie perked up.
	"Well, yours is haunted by a ghost called 'The Gentleman'."  Nick
raised his eyebrows.
	"That doesn't sound scary."  A.J. leaned over to read with Nick.
	"The Gentleman is a cigar smoking man in 1800's garb.  He came to
his untimely death when he was shot by a man he had beat at poker that
evening.  Guests of that room have smelled cigar smoke that came from
nowhere.  On occasion, people have been waken in the middle of the night to
see a man standing over them, staring down at them.  Then he disappears."
	"Spookular."  I snarled as Aaron whimpered.
	"Our room," A.J. snatched the book away from Nick and began to
read,"is haunted by two ghosts.  One is named the 'Sally' and another named
'Benjamin."
	"Not very clever names compared to the others."  Brian commented.
	"It's two kids that were strangled by their mother," A.J. scrunched
up his face in disgust,"and left in a closet.  They weren't found until
months later.  They've been seen from time to time playing outside of the
room.  When someone spots them, the run back into the room.  Ofcourse, when
the person goes into the room to see what's going on, the kids are nowhere
to be found.  Guests of the hotel have also waken to the sounds of kids
giggling, and the sounds of a bell.  The T.V. turns on and off on it's own,
as do the lights."
	"I don't know how we'll sleep thru all that."  Nick acted upset.
	"Oh like you'll be sleeping."  Aaron seethed.
	"Oooooh, good one, boy."  I ruffled his hair.  "A bit longer with
me and you'll be a genuine smart ass."

	Aaron looked back over at me, proud of himself.

	"Which room are ya'll in?"  A.J. asked, flipping thru the book.
	"Two-forty-one."  Brian replied as he picked up his coke.
	"Don't tell them!"  Aaron squealed.

	I couldn't help but laugh at him.  Before A.J. could read aloud, I
snatched the book away from him.

	"Hey!"  He laughed.
	"Oh shush."  I slapped his hand away as he reached over the table
to grab it back.
	"Let's see."  I looked the booker over.

	Immediately, I saw A.J. and Nick were just trying to scare Aaron.
The book was actually just an old story book about the Gold Rush days of
California.  It had nothing to do with the hotel.  It was a pretty good
trick, if I did say so myself.  I had believed it was genuine as well.
Nick and A.J. were both looking over at me, giving me a look that said
'play along'.  I decided it wouldn't hurt to scare Aaron a bit before I let
him know it was all a hoax.  So I flipped a few pages like I was looking
for our room, and began to read.

	"Two-forty-one.  The room is referred to as the Slasher Suite."
A.J. and Nick both looked at me happily.
	"Oh god."  Aaron groaned, trying to cover his ears with both hands.
	"It says here," I glanced at Brian, then Aaron,"that a family of
four were staying in our suite back in 1980.  It was a mother, father and
two kids around five years old.  During the middle of the night, a guest in
another room by the name of Charles Smith had been drinking.  It says he,
for some reason, went quite insane.  For some reason, which no one can
figure, he picked the lock to our room and slaughtered the family.  And not
just by shooting or stabbing.  He systematically tied them all to their
respective beds, then tortured and killed the parents while the kids
watched."
	"Really?"  Brian looked over my shoulder, but I pushed him away.
	"He gutted the parents, then he turned on the kids.  He cut out
their eyes, cut off their fingers and toes--all while they were still
alive.  Then, as they cried for their dead mother and father, he slit their
guts open.  They cried until they finally gave in to death."
	"Matt!"  Aaron cried out.
	"The man was never caught.  They believe he moved up to Oregon and
eventually died.  While the hotel was closed between 1990 and 1995, Satan
worshippers performed demonic rituals in that room.  They hoped to bring
the family's souls back and offer them to Satan as a sacrifice.  When the
hotel opened back up, the new manager found pentagrams written all over the
walls, and a huge one in the middle of the floor.  All were drawn in
blood."
	"Jesus."  Brian brought a hand to his throat.

	Nick and A.J. couldn't have looked happier with me.

	"In 1996, a woman stayed the night in our room.  It was the only
one left, so she had to take it.  They found her the next day, drowned in
the tub.  Whether she drowned by falling asleep while bathing, a ghost did
it, or someone else broke in, they're not sure.  Since then, the bathroom
has been haunted by her ghost.  Also, the family that was killed still
comes back and sleeps in the beds everynight.  One guest was settling into
bed and felt someone crawl into bed beside him.  He could see that the bed
was dented in as if weighed down by a human body."  I finished.
	"Wow."  Nick was in awe.
	"Does it really say that?"  Kevin looked at me with wide eyes.
	"I feel sick."  Aaron croaked, looking completely pale.
	"No.  It doesn't say that."  I held the book open for everyone to
see.  "This is a book on the history of California Gold Rush days."

	It took a minute for what I had just said to sink in with everyone.
Then, they all slowly turned their attention from me to A.J. and Nick.

	"Asshole!"  Aaron punched Nick in the arm.
	"Ow!"  He laughed.  "Come on, you guys wanna be scared or not?"
	"You're such a putz."  Brian laughed and chunked a sugar packet at
him.
	"But wait..."  Aaron turned back to me.
	"What?"  I asked, smiling as I took a sip of coke.
	"Why'd you throw in that part about the bathroom?"  He looked
suspicious.
	"Yeah?"  Brian asked.  "That was mean to make fun of Aaron."
	"I wasn't making fun."  I shook my head.

	All eyes were on me.

	"You think it's haunted, too, huh?"  Aaron squinted at me.
	"Oh good, lord, Aaron."  Nothing is in that bathroom.  Nothing is
going to get you.  Don't worry."  I reached over and squeezed his shoulder.
	"What happened in the bathroom?"  Howie asked.
	"It's haunted!  Something watches you in there and blows on your
neck!"  Aaron announced loudly.

	Guests at other tables looked over for a second.

	"Aaron, shhhhh!"  Brian insisted.
	"I went into the bathroom to pee, and it got cold in there.  Then
someone blew on the back of my neck.  And I could just FEEL someone
watching me."  Aaron explained, but in a lower voice.  "Then Matt went in
there to use it and see what was up."
	"What happened to you?"  Kevin piped in excitedly.
	"Nothing."  I replied.

	Okay, so I'm a bad liar sometimes.

	"Mmm-hm."  Kevin rolled his eyes.
	"What happened, baby?  Tell me, tell me, tell me."  Brian bounced
in his seat happily.
	"Nothing, damnit."  I laughed nervously.
	"I want to know, too.  Sorta."  Aaron stated shyly.
	"Tell us already."  Nick reached over to slap my arm.
	"Fine!"  I silenced them all.  "After I got done peeing, I felt
someone blowing on the back of my neck.  Then when I was washing my hands,
I felt someone watching me from behind.  But it was all just a suggestion
from Aaron--so my mind made me feel all that stuff."
	"Well, how can you explain the blowing on our necks?"  Aaron asked.
	"Air vent?"  A.J. looked serious, not the least bit teasing.
	"No, there's none in there.  That's the first thing I looked for."
I shrugged.
	"Creepy."  Brian shivered.  "I'm glad I'm sleeping with you
tonight."






	"Okay, Aaron.  It's your turn to change."  Brian came out of out
the bathroom.

	Okay, he picked a good costume.  I wanted to jump him right there.
If it hadn't been for Aaron, I would have.  He was dressed in old Arabian
clothes.  Kinda like Aladdin, but he wasn't intending to be Aladdin.  He
had on the big baggy, whistful pants in a blueish-purple color.  He had a
matching vest on as well, with no shirt underneath.  He had two gold bands
around his wrists, and slippers on his feet.  I could definitely come up
with a few fantasies we could incorporate that costume into.

	"Alright."  Aaron went into the bathroom, but peeked his head out
quickly.  "If I scream, you two better come running."
	"Just get ready."  Brian pushed him into the bathroom with a laugh
and closed the door.
	"You're looking mighty fine there, baby."  I looked him up and down
as I laced up my boot.
	"You're not too bad yourself, private."  Brian winked and walked
over to stand right in front of me as I devoured him with my eyes.
	"Wanna see how they came up with the name private?"  I teased.
	"Sure.  Then maybe you can rub my lamp and see if anything pops
out."  Brian straddled my lap.
	"You are a sexy beast!"  I stated in an 'Austin Powers' voice.
	"Yeah, baby."  Brian replied playfully and kissed me.
	"Yeah, baby."  I repeated in a low voice and grabbed his ass,
pulling him into me roughly.
	"Damn!"  Brian jumped in shock.
	"What?"  I laughed.
	"Did anyone ever tell you you're a strong little fucker?"  He
laughed.
	"I think someone mentioned it before."  I joined in his laughter,
but kept a grip on his ass.
	"Give me kisses and I'll grant you three wishes."  Brian stated.
	"Seems a fair trade."  I grinned, then leaned forward and kissed
him gently on the lips.

	Brian wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me back.  First on
the lips, then the nose, back to the lips, then my neck.

	"Don't get nothin' started you can't finish."  I hissed as Brian
began to suck on my neck.
	"Who says I won't finish it?"  He pulled back to look at me.
	"We can't.  Aaron."  I sighed, reached up to run my fingers thru
Brian's hair.
	"Damnit."  Brian laughed lowly, rolling his head to pushing it into
my hand.
	"I know."  I smiled.

	Finally, Aaron exited the bathroom.  He had on his Draco Malfoy get
up, and was holding a bottle of some type of hair product.

	"Matt, will you help me slick my hair back?"  He didn't pay
attention to the fact that Brian was on top of me.
	"Sure, buddy."  I replied as Brian climbed off me.

	I scootched back on the bed and Aaron hopped up, sitting between my
legs, his back to me.  He handed me the bottle of gel, and I squeezed some
out into my hands.  I ran my hands over Aaron's head as he picked up the
remote and turned the T.V. on again.

	"Baby, where'd you put my deodorant?"  Brian looked up from his bag
he had brought.
	"I didn't pack for you."  I teased.

	Aaron just laughed as I raked his hair back from his forehead.

	"You know you're supposed to take care of all of us."  Brian whined
playfully.
	"That doesn't include keeping tabs on your deodorant."
	"Baby!"  Brian whined.
	"For Christ's sake!  What?"  I laughed.
	"I brought this Arm & Hammer kind."  He huffed.
	"So?  Won't that keep your pits from smellin'?"  Aaron laughed at
me again.
	"But it'll get all white and clumpy, and people are gonna be able
to see my pits."
	"Use mine.  It's a clear gel.  It's on the bathroom cou...."

	SLAM!

	My head snapped up to see the bathroom door slam shut.  However, no
one was in the bathroom.  Aaron and I sat there in awe as Brian stood
still, looking at the bathroom door.  We all waited, being quiet as if we
would hear something.

	"Oh hell nah, I ain't playin' that shit."  Aaron finally broke the
silence.
	"You're white, Aaron."  I stated calmly.  "The door just closed,
it's no big deal."

	I went back to smoothing his hair back, but I was about to freak
out.

	"But who closed it?"  Brian turned to look at me.
	"Probably the dead woman in the tub."  I shrugged, concentrating on
Aaron's hair so I wouldn't think too much about it.
	"Matt!"  Aaron cringed.
	"Well, I don't know."  I replied, finally finishing up his hair and
snapping the cap shut on the gel bottle.  "There, you're Draco Malfoy."
	"Thanks."  Aaron hissed, and hopped off the bed, going to stand by
Brian.

	The three of us went back to staring at the closed bathroom door.
The air was so thick with tension, I could barely breathe.  My heart was
pounding in my chest as I sat there, staying as still as a statue.  Just
when I thought we'd start to relax, the door opened.  It slowly slid back,
making a long "creak" noise as it opened.

	"Hail Mary full of Grace...."  I stated, making Brian and Aaron
look at me.  "That's about all the praying I know."

	I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

	"Matt....um."  Brian spoke up.
	"What?"  I asked, but didn't take my eyes off the bathroom.
	"Um, aren't you, um, scared?"
	"Shit yeah, I am."  I took a few more steps back to the bathroom.
"However, as long as Miss Bathtub will let me go in and get the deodorant
and not fuck with me, I won't fuck with her."

	I said it loudly, as if I were expecting the "ghost" to be
listening.

	"Good luck."  Aaron stated.
	"Gee, thanks."  I gave a small nervous laugh.  "I'm coming in, Miss
Bathtub, don't fuck with me now."

	The bathroom light was off.  Finally, I could see how the bathroom
could look scary, as well.  By looking in the bathroom, I could see my
deodorant sitting on the vanity.  Without caring how I looked, I ran into
the bathroom, grabbed the deodorant, and dashed back out.  I almost shit
myself when the door slammed shut behind me, without me doing it.

	"Oh Jesus, let's just get out of here."  Aaron wrapped his arms
around Brian's middle squeezed.
	"Yeah, just give me the deodorant, and let's go."
	"Here."  I held it out to him.

	I knew my face had to be whiter than, well, a ghost's.  Brian put
the deodorant on, chunked in on the bed, and we were out the
door. Hopefully the dinner party wouldn't be nearly as creepy.


(Part Six)


	The whole dining room erupted into a chorus of screams.  Women and
men all around gasped and screamed.  I heard something heavy hit the floor.
Someone probably fainted.  The rain hitting the windows and the lightning
flashing outside added to the dramatic effect.  Aaron squealed to the right
of me.  Brian screamed to my left.  Kevin, Howie, Nick and A.J. all
screamed from in front of me.  Hell, even I gave a sharp gasp.  Aaron and
Brian grabbed me, I grabbed each of them with one arm, and then the rest of
the guys huddled around us.  Maybe this was all just a bit dramatic.
However, a storm had blown in with loud thunder and pouring rain with
lightning.  Then the lights had gone out.
	Champagne glasses hit the floor with a "smash" sound.  Everytime
there was a bolt of lightning, I could catch a few other guests
faces--looking utterly petrified.  I just cluthed onto Brian and Aaron
tightly, wondering what the fuck was going on.  I knew in the back of my
mind that the storm had knocked down a power line or something, but it
still freaked me out.  Apparently, the guys were freaked out.

	"Matt, what's going on?"  Aaron squealed in my air.
	"The storm knocked the power out."  I replied, pulling him tighter
into me.
	"This place sucks.  Thanks alot Nick!"  Aaron stated loudly.
	"Everyone thank Nick."  I stated.

	All of us hatefully stated "Thanks Nick!" in unison.  It would have
been comical if we hadn't been scared.

	"Like I knew it was really haunted--and that a storm would knock
the lights out."  Nick defended himself.
	"Stop pinching me!"  Howie hollered at someone.
	"Sorry."  A.J. replied.
	"Someone has an elbow in my ribs."  Kevin grunted.
	"That was me."  Brian stated, situating himself again.
	"Who's grabbing my ass?"  I asked as I felt someone cup my ass.
	"Just me, baby."  Brian stated.
	"Both cheeks?"
	"No, just the left one."
	"Then someone else is grabbing my ass."  I announced loudly enough
for everyone within ten feet to hear.
	"Sorry."  A.J. mumbled and let go.
	"You knew that wasn't Nick."  I hissed.
	"No shit."  Nick mumbled.
	"I don't have a tank ass."  I laughed.
	"Hey!"  Nick couldn't help but laugh as well.

	We all stood there, hugging each other into a "huddle" as the storm
blew outside.  The noises alone from outside would make anyone freak out.
With the lights being out, it was almost unbearable.  All the other guests
chattering around us let me know they were all scared as well.  Just when I
thought I was going to run screaming from the room like a bitch, there was
a soft light coming in from the lobby. A man was pushing in a cart with
dozens of lit candles atop it.

	"Ladies and Gentlmen, may I get your attention please?!?"  He
announced loudly enough for everyone to hear him.

	It took a few more shouts, but finally the room grew silent.  The
only noise then was the howling of the wind and rain outside.

	"If you haven't guessed, the storm knocked the power out."  He
announced.
	"No shit, Shirley."  I mumbled, making everyone snigger.
	"We have candles until the lights come back on.  Everyone is
welcome to take one.  I suggest everyone stay together in here until the
storm has passed, but you are welcome to get your candles and go to your
rooms."
	"Fuck this, I'm getting a candle and going upstairs."  I tried to
pull away from the guys with no luck.
	"You'd rather be with Miss Bathtub than in a room with a whole
bunch of live people?"  Aaron gasped, clutching onto me.
	"This has turned into a total stain.  I'm going to get my candle,
go upstairs, take my clothes off, and go to bed.  When I wake up in the
morning, my scared ass is out that front door."  I replied quickly.
	"I'm with you."  Brian announced.

	All the guys announced their agreement.

	"I don't want to go back to my room alone."  Howie shivered. "This
is freaking my shit out.  First the ghosts, then the lights are out.  Oh
hell no."
	"I'm not sleeping alone, either."  Kevin growled.
	"Fine.  Anyone that believes there's safety in numbers, you're
welcome to sleep upstairs with us."  I replied, then broke away from the
guys to claim a couple candles from the cart.

	They all dashed after me quickly.  I grabbed two candles, keeping
one for myself and handing another to Brian.  Then I grabbed a third and
handed it to Aaron.  The other guys grabbed a candle each.  We made our way
to the lobby, and stopped.  The candle light made the cavernous lobby look
menacing.  Shadows were cast over the walls and ceiling, making it look
like black ghosts were peering down on us.

	"I'm not going up those stairs first."  A.J. groaned pitifully.
	"Matt'll do it."  Kevin put a hand in the middle of my back and
shoved me towards the stairs.
	"Yeah, let's just send the lamb after the lion."  I snarled, but
kept walking towards the stairs.
	"Hold on, wait for me."  Brian ran up behind me and grabbed a
handful of the back of my wifebeater.

	Slowly, we climbed the stairs, a human train.  The creaking of the
stairs was now terrifying with only candle light as our weapon from
spookies.  I didn't know why I had let Kevin push me to the front of the
line.  When my head poked thru to the top floor, I expected some axe
murderer to chop it off.  I involuntarily ducked a bit to avoid a blow from
some unseen serial killer.  As soon as I was on the second floor, the rest
of the guys ran up the remaining stairs, chasing after me.

	"Which was is your room?"  Nick whispered.
	"Ghosties can hear you even if you whisper."  I teased him.
	"Shut up!"  Aaron yarbled.
	"Come on, Matt."  Brian pushed me slightly.
	"Why am I the one that has to go first?"  I began to mock
them. "Let's send Matt first!  Yeah, the ghosts will get him first!"
	"What are you afraid of?"  A.J. teased me.
	"The same thing that has you standing back there!"  I growled at
him.
	"Come on, let's just get down to our room, close the door, lock it,
and all crawl into bed together."  Brian grabbed my hand, walking down the
hallway with me.

	All of us crept down the hallway, going slower than need be.  I was
glad Brian was by my side so I wasn't alone in front.  Also, I could throw
him at the axe murderer if he appeared.  We were about halfway to our room,
making me feel more safe when I heard a soft "crying sound".  I stopped,
clutching Brian's hand.

	"Listen!"  I stopped him with a loud whisper.
	"What is that?"  Kevin asked from behind us.

	The noise got progressively louder.  After a few seconds, I
recognized it as someone playing the violin.

	"Who's doing that?"  Howie gasped, as if his breath caught in his
throat.
	"Probably Miss Bathtub."  Aaron groaned.
	"Holy....shit."  Nick ran up and grabbed my arm that was holding
the candle.
	"Are we off to see the Wizard or what?  Get the fuck off me."  I
shook him off my arm.
	"Someone look to see where the noise is coming from."
A.J. suggested.
	"Yeah, while we're at it, we're gonna ask the Wiz to give you a
brain."  I snapped.
	"Ghosts and Goblins and Ghouls."  Howie stated.
	"Oh my."  Brian finished the thought.
	"Don't forget the axe murderers."  I stated blandly.
	"Yeah, thanks, Matt."  Kevin pushed against my back, wrapped his
arms around my chest.
	"Why are ya'll hanging on me?  I'm frightenend, too.  Besides, I
can't run if ya'll are holding me down."
	"Because..."  Nick started to talk.

	A loud clap of thunder sounded from outside, making the hallway
seem to shake.  We all screamed in unison and tore off towards the room.
We didn't care where the violin sound was coming from, we just wanted to
close and lock the bedroom door behind us.  We all ran into the door,
almost busting it down.

	"Where's the key?"  Aaron asked.
	"I've got it."  Brian pushed his way to the front and started
trying to jam it in the lock.
	"Unlock it, unlock it, unlock it."  Nick chanted behind us.
	"Shut up!"  I laughed, scared witless.

	Brian flung the door open and we all fell into the room.  Kevin
quickly brought up the rear and slammed the door behind us.  I watched as
he deadbolted and chained the door, then flipped the lock on the knob.  I
immediately stripped my wifebeater and cargo pants off.  I kicked my boots
off and ran for my bed.  I stripped the covers back and jumped in, pulling
them up to my chin.

	"I'm in with Matt."  Aaron pulled costume off and jumped into bed
beside me, huddling up on my left.
	"Same here."  Brian stripped to his boxers and dove in on my other
side.
	"Shit, I am, too."  Kevin announced, and the next thing I knew he
was next to Brian.

	By the time it was all said and done, all seven of us were piled
into a king sized bed.

	"This bed is so gonna break."  I announced, looking up at the
canopy.
	"Fuck the bed, I ain't gettin' out."  Howie whispered.
	"I gotta pee."  Aaron whimpered.
	"Tie it off, unless you want to go to the bathroom alone."  Brian
replied.
	"Someone's gotta blow out the candles.  And I have to pee, too."  I
sighed, slowly getting over my fear now that we were in bed as a group.
	"Go with me."  Aaron pleaded.
	"Yeah, okay."  I relented.  "Who else needs to go?"

	It didn't take long for everyone to agree they had to go to the
bathroom.  As a group, we all slowly got out of bed, and made our way to
the bathroom.  Again, they made me go into the bathroom first.  However,
that meant I got to go pee first.  As I was pulling myself out of my
boxers, all six guys were standing in the bathroom, waiting their
turn. There was power in numbers, but it's hard to take a leak when you
have an audience.  Somehow, I managed to get the stream going and get my
business done.

	"My turn!"  Aaron jumped in behind me, right after I had my dick
back in my boxers.
	"I'm after him."  Kevin announced.
	"Who's blowing on me?"  Nick asked.
	"It's the ghost."  Aaron groaned as he began to urinate.
	"It's cold in here."  A.J. shivered.
	"Everyone just piss, and let's get back in bed."  I shivered,
noticing how cold it was.

	One by one, everyone took their turn at the toilet, then Brian went
last and flushed.  After that, we took our turn washing our hands at the
sink.  No one wanted to be the last one out of the bathroom, so we
basically had to wrestle our way out.  I managed to be the third one out,
right behind Kevin and Aaron.  Kevin was stronger than most of us, and
Aaron was smaller and wirey, so they had the advantage.

	"Who's gonna blow out the candles?"  Brian asked as we all walked
back to the bed together.

	Everyone made it known that they weren't going to be the last one
in bed.

	"Oh fine, let Matt do that, too.  When Miss Bathtub drags me into
the bathroom and drowns me, I hope ya'll will be satisfied."  I huffed.
	"You sound like a hick when you're scared."  Kevin stated, making
everyone snicker.
	"Look who's talking!"  I snapped.  "Ya'll just better save me the
place in the middle."

	All the guys crowded back into the bed while I went over to the
dresser we had set the candles on.  All the guys were chattering amongst
themselves as I took a deep breath and blew all seven candles out quickly.
As soon as the room was plunged into darkness, the bathroom door slammed
shut.

	"Fuck that!"  I squealed and ran to the bed, literally diving into
the middle of all the guys.
	"Ouch!  Jesus!"  Brian grunted as I head butted him.
	"Sorry."  I clenched my teeth as I grabbed my forehead from the
pain.
	"Was that the bathroom door?"  A.J. asked.
	"Yeah."  Aaron groaned.
	"Why'd you close it?"
	"I didn't close it.  Miss Bathtub did."  I announced.

	Aaron shivered and curled up against me, wrapping his arms around
me.  I pulled the covers up tightly around us.  All the guys pushed farther
towards the middle, making Aaron and I grunt from the pressure.  Brian
curled up against me on the other side of my body, shivering as well.

	"I want to be in the middle."  Howie announced from the side of the
bed.
	"Screw you!"  Brian, Aaron and I announced at the same time.

	We had to laugh, the whole thing was absurd--no matter how scary it
was.

	"Let's all just get some sleep.  If we go to sleep, when we wake
up, we can leave and never speak of this place again."  I stated loudly so
everyone would quiet down.

	All the guys announced their agreement, but none of them seemed
very happy at all.  I looked over the pile of guys and saw that the bedside
alarm clock said it was two minutes after midnight.

	"The Witching Hour."  I stated lowly.
	"Huh?!?"  Aaron squealed.
	"It's between midnight and one in the morning." I explained.
	"What's the Witching Hour?"  Kevin shuddered at the thought.
	"It's the time of night when all ghosts and evil spirits are
allowed to roam free."  I regretted saying it before I had even finished my
sentence.
	"Oh great, thanks alot for bringing our attention to that."  Brian
growled in my ear.
	"Sorry.  I didn't mean to."  I sighed, and settled down between him
and Aaron.

	In six hours, it would be light outside, and we could leave the
room and go home.  I knew all the guys felt the same way I did that we just
wanted to get the fuck out of there in the morning and be able to say we
had slept in a haunted hotel.  I didn't know if I wanted bragging rights
THIS much though.  As my eyes began to slowly shut tiredly, all I could
think of was in just six hours we could leave.....


TO BE CONTINUED....


Well guys and gals, I had to stop here.  This section is pushing 150K! LOL
Hopefully that last part was Hallow-weeny enough for you?  Maybe the next
section will continue where this one left off in The Haunted Hotel.  Maybe
not, who knows.  It was hard to get all the Halloween crap in since I had
to write so much other shit this time.  Anyway, hope you enjoyed it
kiddos--remember to write!