Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 06:53:15 EST
From: Bbbrokworknprog@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok: Whatever It Takes Parts 11-14

Here I am again, folks.  Sorry about the confusion with the last posting.
For some reason, it showed the story had been updated, but you couldn't
access the latest section.  Don't know what caused it, but I'm sorry about
it.  However, I met new fans.  Some folks that I'd never received e-mails
from before took time to write me an let me know something was wrong.  LOL
Anyway, I also wanted to mention what I saw on T.V. the other day.
Apparently, Kevin Richardson is on Broadway right now, and was co-host for
a day with Kelly Ripa on Live With Regis & Kelly.  I just want to say that
he is possibly the most boring host I've ever watched.  I mean, I knew he
was a bit boring in interviews and whatnot, but I thought that was because
he was being grilled.  I thought he'd be more animated and excited when he
was hosting.  He wasn't.  What a disappointment.  Atleast he has the looks
and the voice going for him.  Oh well, I'd still fuck him.  Anyhoo, don't
know any of the celebrities that may or may not be mentioned in this story.
Don't know about their sexual orientation, but I'd fuck 'em all anyway.
I'm a slut, we all know this, let's move on.  If you have any questions,
answers, comments, want to say you hated or loved the story, e-mail me at
bbbrokworknprog@aol.com!

"I went down to the Chelsea drugstore to get your prescription filled. I
was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy. And man, did he look pretty ill. We
decided that we would have a soda. My favorite flavor--cherry red. I sung
my song to Mr. Jimmy. Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was
'dead'. I said to him--you can't always get what you want, no! You can't
always get what you want. You can't always get what you want. But if you
try, sometimes, you just might find--you get what you need."~'You Can't
Always Get What You Want', The Rolling Stones


Whatever It Takes
Bad Boy B-Rok
By-Lep
(Part Eleven)



	"Okay, Matt.  I'm going to be calm.  I'm going to listen to you
before I kill you."  I didn't know if Brian was teasing me or being
serious.  He was smiling anyway.

	It was nine in the morning.  Brian had already taken Booker to
school, and was back to "give me a talking to".  It was odd.  I had gotten
out of bed and gotten dressed, then went to the kitchen to talk to Brian.
He had made me a bagel with cream cheese, slices of pear, and a cup of tea.
When I sat down to eat, he sat across from me with a cup of coffee and
decided it was time to talk.  He was being too nice for comfort.

	"Yeah, okay."  I swallowed the bite of bagel I had just taken, so
worried that I had forgotten to chew it first.
	"Why do I feel you left something out of the story you told me last
night?"  He asked as I struggled to not cough from the swallow I had just
made.  "And who's Uncle Marcus?"

	I knew it was time to come fully clean about anything I could think
of that Brian didn't know. Otherwise, my next bagel might have a hidden
razorblade in it.

	"Well, Uncle Marcus is pretty self explanatory."  I tried not to be
sarcastic.  "He's Booker's uncle."
	"But what is Uncle Marcus to you?"  He rolled his eyes.  "Old
boyfriend?"
	I couldn't help but laugh.  "No!"
	"Then what?"  Brian stammered.
	"He's my brother."  I sighed, putting down my bagel finally.
	Brian looked as shocked as I expected him to.  "Do you have any
other siblings that are going to make surprise appearances in the future?"
	"No."  I was being absolutely honest.  "Well, unless..."
	"Unless what?"  Brian took a gulp of coffee.
	"Unless my mother had any other children that I don't know about."
I shrugged.  "I didn't know about Marcus until I was like ten.  Before
Donna, Kylie and I were birthed, mom was like a baby sprinkler, scattering
bastard children to all corners of the Earth."
	"What a lovely way to put it."  Brian frowned, but I could tell he
was amused.
	"Yeah, well, you haven't met my mother--fortunately.  That's the
only way to describe her."
	"So, where's Marcus now?"  Brian looked a bit pissed, but mostly
compassionate.
	"THAT--I don't know."  I took a sip of my tea.  "He disappeared
before Donna did back in the day.  I didn't know Donna had been in contact
with him."
	"Well, why hasn't Marcus contacted you?"  Brian asked.  "I mean,
practically everyone in the world knows you're an actor, so he should know,
too.  He must have seen a movie of yours."
	"I don't know.  I figure he doesn't want to talk to me.  Well, I
guess."
	"Why wouldn't he want to talk to you?  He's your brother."
	"I have no clue.  But, he left a long time ago without so much as
saying 'goodbye', I figure he just wanted to leave his family behind and
forget us."  I explained.  "So I just let him have it his way."
	"Well, you gonna try to find him?"  Brian had lost the whole pissed
look.  "I mean, Booker will want to see him."
	"Yeah, I guess so."  I replied before popping a piece of pear in my
mouth.
	"Good."

	We both sat there in silence, sipping out of our mugs and eating
breakfast.  Brian let his foot rub against mine under the table.  It made
me very happy.  That gesture let me know he wasn't pissed too much at me.

	"And what about the sexual assault thing?  I mean--you explained
how you knew what drug Aaron had been on."  Brian looked me in the eye.
"But, well, Jason getting assaulted doesn't really explain why the Enquirer
would run a story about you being sexually assaulted.  That doesn't hold
water, Matt."

	I hated logical questions.

	"I guess you're right."  I replied before taking a sip of tea, then
setting my mug back down.
	"So, what would explain it?  I mean, okay, Jason got assaulted by
your first manager and all.  But how could that be misconstrued that it was
YOU that got assaulted?"
	"Chill out, Miss Marple."  I held a hand up.  "I'll explain."
	"Good.  It's about time."
	"The whole Jason thing has nothing to do with the Enquirer issue.
The Jason incident explains about the drugs.  I was hoping you'd let me
leave it at that."
	"Why?  Don't you want to tell me about what caused the Enquirer
article?  Don't you trust me?"
	"Ofcourse I trust you."  I bit a hunk of pear off a slice.  "It has
nothing to do with that.  It's just, well, the thing that instigated the
Enquirer article is all my fault."
	"How's that?"
	"Well, you know, starting out in this business is a little
difficult."  I couldn't help but give a painful smile.  "And sometimes you
have to negotiate with people to get what you want."
	"Right."
	"I, unfortunately, bargained something I wasn't will to give.  And
it made me feel bad, tacky, slutty, and any other bad derisive adjective
you can come up with."

	Brian just sat back in his chair and waited.

	"And I didn't want to tell you about this, because it makes me look
bad.  And it shows just how far I was willing to go to get what I wanted."
I sighed.
	"Baby, that was years ago."  Brian moved forward in his chair.
"We've all done things we're not exactly proud of doing."
	"I know."
	"So, what was it?"
	"Well, Tom signed me after seeing a play I was in back in the day.
You know that."  I started.
	"Yeah."
	"Well, he didn't just come to that play because he was having a
night out on the town.  He had no idea who I was until that night."
	"So, what are you trying to say?"
	"Tom went to see my play because his friend Robert asked him to."
I took a deep breath.  "The reason Robert told him to was because I begged
Robert to hook me up with Tom."
	"What's so bad about that?"  Brian snorted.  "You pulled a favor."
	I snorted back with a smile.  "It wasn't a favor.  Robert didn't
owe me a favor.  He asked Tom to come to see my play because I told Robert
I'd have sex with him if he did."
	Brian's eyes shot wide open.  "You did what?!?"
	"Well, Robert wouldn't just do what I asked.  So I promised to fuck
him if he would get Tom to come see my play and check me out."
	"So you basically fucked your way into the business?"
	"Well, not exactly."
	"That's what it's sounding like."  Brian looked pissed.  "You told
me you never slept with anyone before..."
	"I was still a virgin when you and I met, Brian."  I stopped him.
"I never had sex with Robert."

	Brian looked confused as he sat back in his chair quickly.

	"I don't get this at all.  If you didn't do it...."
	"It still makes me look bad.  I mean, I promised some guy I'd sleep
with him just to get a foot in the door.  Then I didn't do it.  I'm a
sleaze and a liar."  I gave a sarcastic smile.
	"Well, yeah."  Brian couldn't help but smile back.  "But wait.  How
does this translate into the Enquirer sexual assault accusation?"
	"This is the fun part."  I sighed, then took a sip of tea.  "Well,
Tom signed me the day after seeing me in the play."
	"Right."
	"Well, right after that, I went to the theater to get ready for
that night's performance.  Robert showed up an hour before curtain call,
and wanted to, in his words, 'collect on the deal'."
	"Ew."
	"I know.  Well, ofcourse I told him I wasn't going to fuck him,
that I'd only said that to get what I want."
	"Was he pissed?"
	"To say the least."  I grunted.  "He began to threaten me, call me
names, telling me he was going to fuck me up, blah blah blah."
	"Damn."
	"Then, instead of leaving it all at idle threats, he sucker punched
me, then kicked me a couple times.  Then he attempted to fuck me against my
will..."
	"Rape you." Brian corrected me.
	"Yeah, whatever."  I shrugged.  "However, I kicked him in the
balls, and then ran out of the dressing room to get help.  He got arrested,
blah blah blah, you know how the story goes."
	"Right."
	"Well, I told a couple of my friends that were trying to get into
the business about what had happened, and I guess one of them told The
Enquirer the story and they exaggerated the whole thing."
	"Not to make light of the whole thing, but that sounds alot more
like the truth."  Brian nodded once.
	"It is, Brian.  The total truth."  I held a hand up.
	"Okay."  Brian gave a sigh, then moved forward in his seat.  "You
were a lying sleazeball one time.  I can live with that."

	Brian gave me a goofy grin and a wink.

	"Oh, shut up."  I laughed and slapped Brian's hand away as he
reached for me.
	"I'm sorry."  Brian laughed.  "But you were."
	"Don't rub it in."  I kicked him lightly under the table with my
booted foot.
	"Ow!"  Brian cackled as he reached down to rub his shin.
	"You had it coming."  I teased and picked up my bagel again.
	"Mornin', Sunshine."  Brian stated cheerily as Aaron sauntered into
the room.

	He stopped rubbing his leg and sat up right in his chair.  Aaron
looked beat.  He had on black sweatpants, a black hoodie and a white tee.
His hair was pointing in every which direction.

	"Mornin', handsome."  I added before taking a big bite of the
bagel.
	"Uh."  Aaron grunted and plopped down beside me, laying his head on
my shoulder.
	"Ah, Daddy's little boy."  I teased as I pinched his cheek.

	Brian brayed loudly.

	"I feel like shit."  Aaron stated in a rough voice.
	"You sound like it, too."  I stated teasingly.
	"It's not funny."  Aaron whined.
	"Yeah!"  Brian stated in a childish voice.
	"Shut up."  Aaron stated in the same phlegmy voice.
	"What hurts?"  I asked as I put down my bagel and laid the palm of
my hand against his forehead.
	"My throat hurts, my head's pounding, and I'm cold."  Aaron laid
his symptoms out for me.
	"Yea!  The flu!"  I cheered loudly.  "Do me a favor and get your
head off my shoulder and don't breathe on me."
	"And don't come near me."  Brian added.
	"It's not funny you two."  Aaron barked.
	"It's a bit funny..."  Brian began.
	"Do you need to go to the doctor?"  I asked.
	"No."  Aaron sputtered, putting a hand over his mouth to cough.

	Brian sat back in his chair quickly.  All I could think was,
'great, the kids hacking up germs on my shoulder'.  Yes, we were being very
compassionate.  It took Aaron a couple seconds, but he finally stopped
coughing his head off, and then grew quiet again.  I gave a sigh and looked
up at the clock on the wall as I shoved another slice of pear in my mouth.

	"You want to take him to the doctor, or do you want me to?"  I
asked Brian.
	"Let's both."  Brian stated.
	"I don't want to go to the doctor."  Aaron whined.  "I hate
doctors."
	"Let me tell you about my visit to the urologist sometime.  You'll
hate them even more."  I laughed.
	"Yeah.  Matt had to let the doctor feel him up and poke and prod
him," Brian leaned forward and stated in a whisper while pointing into his
lap,"down THERE."

	I just laughed at Brian's dramatics.

	"That's information you two coulda kept to yourselves."  Aaron
rolled his eyes, then coughed again.
	"Go brush your hair and we'll go."  I made Aaron get up once he
finished hacking up a lung.



(Part Twelve)



	Aaron was being way too dramatic.  Brian had to practically carry
him into the house after we got back from the doctor's office.  I would've
done it, but with the walking boot, I didn't think any extra weight was a
good idea until the thing came off.  Once Brian got Aaron into the house,
he got him to his room and into bed.  From there, Aaron whined about
feeling like he was gonna die.
	As suspected, Aaron just had the flu with a mild case of
bronchitis.  He wasn't going to die--unless Brian and I got tired of
hearing him bitch and killed him ourselves.  The doc gave Aaron some
medicine to get over the bronchitis and basically wished him luck on the
flu part of it.
	After Aaron got put to bed by Brian, I went to the kitchen to make
him some of that oh so tasty Thera-Flu.  I got the great honor of getting
to take it to Aaron and make him drink it.  I just knew it was gonna be the
most fun thing ever.

	"Aaron, buddy?"  I stated as I clunked into his room.  "I need you
to drink all this crap."
	"What is it?"  Aaron asked as he rolled over in bed, underneath the
covers.
	"Yummy hot chocolate."  I teased.
	"Right."  Aaron rolled his eyes.
	"Just drink it and shut up."  I laughed and handed him the mug of
Thera-flu.

	Much to my surprise, Aaron took the mug, tipped it up and drank it
down, not stopping until it was all gone.

	"That tastes like jizz."  Aaron turned his nose up.
	"Trust me, it doesn't."  I sighed as I took the mug back from him.
"How would you know anyway?"

	Aaron just blushed and laid back down in bed when I winked at him.

	"Need anything else?"  I asked him.
	"Dr. Kervorkian."  He groaned.
	"You're such a drama queen."  I grunted as I turned to leave the
room.  "Sleep tight, sunshine."

	Aaron grunted a reply as I started to clunk out of his room.  Right
as I was about to close the door behind me, he sat up in bed.

	"Lay with me."  Aaron blushed.
	"You're such a girl."  I laughed.
	"I am not!  I'm sick!"  He whined in a high-pitched voice.
	"Riiiiiight."  I laughed as I clunked back into his room and set
the mug on his dresser.  "I'm not gonna lay with you all day.  I have
things to see and people to do."

	Aaron just rolled his eyes at my joke.  I didn't give him the
satisfaction of making another crude joke.  Instead, I just hobbled over to
his bed and crawled in behind him--staying on top of the covers, though.
As soon as I was on the bed, Aaron scootched back towards me.  I laid an
arm over him and held him as he nuzzled back against me.  He was a total
girl.  However, I appreciated a good snuggle when I was feeling sick, too.
We were both girls, obviously.
	I couldn't help but wonder what Booker was going to be like when he
was Aaron's age.  Aaron was a good kid--maybe a bit dramatic and spoiled,
but a good kid.  Hopefully Booker would be the same.  I didn't want a
teenage boy that was too cool to let Daddy dote on him. And I sure as hell
didn't want a teenage boy that thought affection was "gay".  I'd have to
kill Booker if he was that kind of kid.

	"I feel like shit, Matt."  Aaron stated in his rough voice.
	"I know you do, buddy."  I stroked his hair as we laid there.
	"Why do I have to get sick??!?"  Aaron whined.
	"We all have to get sickly every now and then.  It's just a fact of
life."  I stated like I knew something.
	"It still sucks."  Aaron punctuated his sentence with a cough.
	"Aww, my poor wittle boy."  I teased him as I gave him a quick
squeeze around the middle.

	Aaron just grunted as I squeezed him, then nuzzled back towards me
a bit more.





	The next thing I knew, someone was shaking me lightly.  I had
fallen asleep without knowing it.  Aaron was still snuggled up in front of
me, and my arm was holding him to me.  Brian was standing over us with a
grin on his face, poking at me slightly.

	"How long have I been asleep?"  I whispered.
	"Only about twenty minutes."  He winked as I carefully slid off the
bed.

	I tried to clunk as lowly as possible as I made my way out of
Aaron's room.  Brian followed me out, waiting patiently as I left the room,
then shut the door behind us.

	"Sorry about that."  I yawned and rubbed my eyes.  "I guess I was
tired."
	"It's alright, baby."  Brian put a hand on either side of me,
bracing his hands against the walls.  "But, I got tired of Aaron getting
all your attention."
	"I know, I'm sorry."  I gave a tired laugh.
	"Well, you can make it up to me."  Brian bit his bottom lip coyly,
then leaned forward to give me a kiss.

	I returned his kiss, gently puckering my lips as he kissed me.
Brian laced his arms around my middle, holding me as he let his tongue roll
into my mouth.  I grunted slightly, almost laughing when Brian pressed his
crotch into me, showing me how hard he was.  If it hadn't been for his
mouth over mine, I probably would have.

	"We still have four hours before Booker gets out of school."  Brian
winked at me as he pulled away.
	"This is true."  I let my hands roam down his back to his ass.
	"Wanna fuck?"  Brian laughed.
	"Well....I don't know.....yeah, okay."  I giggled.  "I'd take off
towards the bedroom running, but it's kinda hard to do in this boot."
	"Don't worry, baby.  I'll hook ya' up."  Brian stated before he
grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder roughly with a laugh.
	"Well, damn.  I hope this ain't the only ride I'm gonna get."  I
teased as Brian carried me down the hall quickly.
	"It's not."  Brian punctuated his reply with a slap to my ass.
	"Ooooh, baby."

	Brian giggled as he ran into our bedroom and kicked the door shut
behind us.  His behavior made me laugh.  It was like this was going to be
his first time to have sex.  However, I knew Brian was as far from
virginity as Michael Jackson was from black.  Brian wasn't the least bit
gentle with me.  Once he was in front of the bed, he swung me off of his
shoulder, practically tossing me onto the bed.

	"My hero."  I snorted once I stopped bouncing on the bed.
	"Sorry."  He shrugged.  "Just a bit horny here."

	I laughed as Brian pointed at the bulge in his pants.

	"I can see that."  I laughed as I reached up and grabbed the front
of his shirt and pulled him down towards me.
	"Don't act unimpressed."  Brian rolled his eyes comically.  "We
both know you love it."
	"Well, this is true."  I replied before placing my hands on the
side of Brian's face and pulling him down to kiss gently on the lips.

	Brian moaned slightly as he kissed me, grinding his crotch into my
leg slightly.  Feeling how hard Brian was, I decided to make him even
happier, and slipped my hand between us, cupping his crotch in my hand.
Brian grunted and gave a shiver before he broke away from my mouth and
started to suck on my neck, right below my ear.

	"No hickies."  I stated in a soft voice before beginning to rub
Brian firmly as he moaned.
	"Mmm-hm."  Brian replied between making wet noises with my neck.

	Brian moved from one side of my neck to the other, leaving a trail
of kisses.  He mashed my hand between us, thrusting his crotch against it,
practically trying to fuck my hand.  I ran my free hand thru Brian's hair,
at first caressing him, then slightly tugging at his hair as he nibbled and
sucked at my neck.  Brian's groans got louder and louder as he pushed
himself against my hand.  It took some self control, but I grabbed a
handful of Brian's hair and pulled him back from my neck roughly.

	"Holy shit."  Brian was in ecstasy.
	"You're gonna shoot in my hand if you're not careful, baby."  I
'tsked' at him playfully.
	"I don't mean to...well, you're just so hot, baby."  Brian tried to
lean down to kiss me.
	"Not until you calm down."  I held his head back by his hair,
smiling evily up at him.
	"I'm calm, I'm calm."  Brian was a bad liar.

	I just smiled at him, then reached down with both hands and pulled
his shirt up slowly.  Brian moved back a bit so I could slide it up and
over his head, finally off of his body.  As soon as I threw his shirt to
the floor, Brian was pressed against me again.

	"Don't you want to take your pants off, too?"  I laughed as Brian
began nibbling at my neck and dry humping me.
	"I can just whip it out."  He stated simply, then went back to my
neck.
	"Oh, bestill my heart."  I teased, but was actually getting
incredibly turned on by Brian's desire.

	Without thinking, I wrapped both of my legs around Brian's waist,
pressing my ass up against his crotch.

	"Ow!  Jesus!"  Brian growled thru clenched teeth.
	"What?! What?!"  I stated, startled at his exclamation.
	"You're boot just dug into my side."  He couldn't help but laugh as
I blushed.
	"Sorry."
	"It's alright, baby."  Brian winked.  "I kinda liked it.  Just
shocked me is all."
	"You're sick."  I shook my head.  "And that turns me on."

	Brian just laughed at my comment, then began kissing my neck again,
only lower this time.  As Brian moved down from my neck to my chest, I
lowered my legs from his waist, allowing him free movement.  I had to push
up slightly as he pulled my shirt up and off of me.  His mouth was on my
chest before my shirt even hit the floor.  I gave a contented sigh and ran
my hands thru Brian's hair as he took time nibbling and kissing at my
nipples.  He didn't stop nibbling until they were both as hard as my cock.

	"I love the way you taste."  Brian glanced up at me long enough to
announce, then moved further down to my stomach.

	I groaned loudly as Brian rubbed his face against my stomach,
sniffing and rubbing against me like a wild animal would. I was so busy
enjoying the attention from Brian's tongue, I didn't know how many times he
licked at my belly button and the rest of my stomach.  I got lost in the
feeling of him trying to lick me clean.  So much so, that I didn't realize
our bedroom door was open a crack.
	Just by chance, the crack in the door caught my eye as I rolled my
head in ecstasy.  The crack in the door didn't startle me.  However, the
fact that someone was standing outside the door, peeking in did.  The fact
that it was Aaron made it even more startling.  I gasped loudly.

	"Oh yeah, Matt."  Brian growled into my waist.  "I want to taste
you so bad."

	For a second I couldn't talk.  I was stunned to see Aaron's face
peeking in thru the thin crack in the door.  I thought maybe he was feeling
more sick and came to get me, then caught Brian and I in the act.  However,
he didn't open the door any further.  He didn't walk away when he saw what
we were doing.  He was standing there and WATCHING Brian begin to go down
on me.  I didn't know whether to be turned on, or feel violated.

	"Brian!  Jesus, Brian!"  I stated urgently.
	"Mmmm, you taste so good."  Brian thought I was groaning for him to
continue.  "I'm gonna suck you 'til..."
	"Stop it!"  I bucked my hips, making him sit up on his knees
quickly.

	I glanced away from the door long enough to see Brian looking
confused.  When I looked back towards the door, Aaron wasn't there.
However, the door was still open a crack.

	"What?"  Brian looked hurt.  "Did I do something wrong?"

	I glanced from Brian to the door, then back to Brian.

	"What is it, baby?"  Brian looked confused and even more hurt.
	"Um..."
	"I didn't mean to.."  He began.
	"No!"  I stopped him a little too quickly.  "I mean...um, just mean
that...well look."

	Brian glanced over at the door as I pointed at it urgently.

	"We, um, need to close and lock it.  Just, um, incase."  I tried
not to sound as upset as I was.
	"Oh."  Brian stated, looking relieved I hadn't stopped him because
he did something wrong.  "Not a problem, baby."

	Brian jumped off the bed quickly, ran over to the door and shut it.

	"And lock it."  I reminded him.
	"Done and done."  He flipped the lock and ran back over to me.
	"Good."  I was relieved, too.  And utterly confused.
	"Now, which part of you was I eating?"  Brian cocked his head to
the side, displaying faux thoughtfulness.
	"Um, I,"I was still in shock at what I had seen,"you were doing it
so well I forgot."

	'Good save' I thought to myself.

	"Is that so?"  Brian wriggled his eyebrows at me.  "Well, then I
should get back to it, huh?"
	"That would be good."  I gulped, trying to look as excited about
having Brian go down on me as I had been.
	"I think I'll start back right..."  Brian looked down, then put a
finger against the treasure trail beneath my belly button and the top of my
jeans,"here."

	Before I had a chance to reply, Brian had his face buried back in
my lap again, licking and sucking at my stomach.  I put a hand on the back
of his head and twirled his hair in my fingers, but kept my eyes on the
door.  Had I really seen Aaron looking at us thru the door?  Or was it all
just my imagination?  'You had a dream about Aaron seducing you before', I
thought to myself.  'It's just your imagination--perverse imagination', I
continued the thought.  All thoughts left my head when Brian's mouth
engulfed my cock in one movement, however.



(Part Thirteen)



	"I just love you."  Brian sighed as he came up behind me and
propped his chin on my shoulder.
	"I love you, too, Brian."  I tried to reply with a mouthful of
toothpaste and a toothbrush.
	"I think you just said you love me, too."  Brian teased.  "But I'm
not sure."

	I nodded my head, letting him know he heard me right.  I couldn't
help but smile at how playful Brian was being after our roll in the hay.
Ofcourse, he was always sorta "boyish" when it came to love and sex.  And I
loved it.

	"Why you brushing your teeth?  Your breath doesn't stink, baby."
He gave my neck a quick kiss.

	I held a finger up, letting him know to wait.  After I finished
brushing, I leaned over to spit the toothpaste out of my mouth.  Brian took
the oppurtunity to hold onto my hips and press his crotch into my ass.  He
wasn't hard, but I stood up quickly so it wouldn't make him hard.

	"I'm brushing my teeth, Mr. Horndog, because I don't want your
little spermies starting a city of cum in my mouth.  You know, like that
episode of South Park?"  I teased.  "It's bad for the gums."

	Brian laughed as I rinsed, then began gargling with Listerine.

	"Don't want a Spermie City, gotcha."  He chuckled.  "Well, what
about the ones I deposit in other places?"
	"They're too far up to clean out." I answered after I spit the
mouthwash out.
	"I could just make love to you all day long."  Brian stated as he
went about kissing my neck again.
	"And I'd let you if we didn't have to pick Booker up."  I turned my
head to give him a kiss on the lips.
	"Foiled again by them meddling kids."  Brian teased.

	Brian lowered a hand to my crotch and grabbed me thru my boxer
briefs.  I stood there with my back to him, looking him in the face thru
the mirror in front of me.

	"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."  Brian wriggled his eyebrows at
me as he began to rub me gently.
	"Turn off the hormones, baby."  I laughed.  "We have to pick up
Booker in like an hour."
	"What?"  He looked offended.  "You don't think I'm good enough to
get you off and brush my teeth before we have to go pick up Booker?"
	"Well, it's not that..."
	"Then shut up and let me..."Brian moved close enough to my face
that I could feel his breath "..suck your cock."
	I rolled my eyes, pretending to be upset.  "Okay, fine."  I glanced
at my wrist and turned around to face him.  "Just hurry up.  I have another
blowjob at three-thirty."
	"Hopefully I get to give you that one, too."
	"Depends on how well you suck my cock this time."
	"It makes me hard to hear you talk dirty."  Brian groaned.
	"Well, it makes me horny to know you're going to suck my cock."  I
placed a hand on top of his head and pushed down.  "Now suck my cock."







	"Yeah, um, we want a single dip mint chocolate chip on a sugar
cone, a hot fudge sundae , and," Brian rolled his eyes,"one of those frozen
lemon ice cup thingies."
	"Alright, I'll be right back."  The lady at the drive thru window
smiled down at him.

	Brian and I had picked Booker up after yet another sexual escapade
in our bathroom.  After getting off a second time by Brian's expert lips
and tongue, I was so relaxed that I was almost asleep.  Booker was happily
waiting for his ice cream cone in the backseat.  Brian made me laugh.
Apparently, everyday he picked Booker up, they came for ice cream.  And he
bitched about getting fat.  He'd actually dropped some weight since he
first began complaining, but it was still funny to me.  Eat ice cream
everyday, then bitch about packing on a few pounds.  Made no sense to me.

	"I really don't need this."  He sighed.  "But it's gonna taste
sooooooo good."
	"Mmm-hm."  I replied, then gave an obvious glance at his stomach.
	"Oh shut up!"  Brian hissed thru a laugh.
	"All I'm saying is 'mm-hm'."  I laughed with him.
	"You don't love me!"  Brian pretended to be crying.
	"He loves you, Daddy!"  Booker piped up, sounding upset that Brian
was upset.  "Tell him you love him, Daddy!"

	Brian and I both laughed loudly at Booker's dramatics.

	"I love you, Brian."  I leaned over and put my head on his
shoulder.  "And I think your belly is just cute as can be."

	Brian gave me a wink as I rubbed his belly.

	"We both know you love my ga-dunk-a-dunk-dunk."  Brian made me
laugh as I sat back up in my seat.
	"Definitely."
	"What's that mean?"  Booker asked.

	I rolled my eyes at Brian, letting him know we had to watch what we
said.

	"Ga-dunk-a-dunk-dunk is a name for my butt."  Brian explained,
knowing there was no way around it.
	"Why do you love Daddy's butt, Daddy?"  Booker asked loudly, just
as the lady opened the drive thru window.

	Luckily, the lady barely paused before announcing the total to
Brian.  He quickly dug into his back pocket and gave the woman money so
that she'd give him change and close the window again.  As soon as it was
shut, I gave a sharp laugh at Brian's rosey cheeks.  He didn't think it was
too funny.

	"Ah, don't worry, baby."  I squeezed his thigh.  "I'm sure she's
heard worse."
	"Riiiiiight."  He shook his head as he blushed.
	"Booker, don't repeat things Daddy says." I turned in my
seat. "Usually it's silly stuff anyway."

	Booker giggled when I winked at him.

	"Oh gee, thanks."  Brian rolled his eyes, then reached for items as
the lady at the window began handing them out to him.
	"Here's your ice cream, buddy."  I handed the cone to Booker when
Brian passed it to me.  "Be careful not to get it on Daddy's car."
	"Here's your lemon ice thingie."  Brian rolled his eyes again as he
handed me the yogurt sized cup.
	"Woo hoo!"  I smiled wide as I took it from him.
	"I don't know how you can go to an ice cream place and get THAT."
	"Hey, I have to stay in shape."  I shrugged as I popped the top off
and took a spoon from Brian.  "Clinnon will really freak out if I put on
weight."
	"Thank God I'm not the one working for him."  Brian quipped as he
pulled out of the drive-thru.







	"Whatcha doin', buddy?"  Brian asked Aaron, who was sitting at the
table, when we walked in the door.
	"Being sick."  He sniffled and pulled his hoodie tighter around
himself.
	"Maybe you should be in bed."  I suggested.  "Booker, take those
shoes and your backpack to your room before you go watch Sponge Bob, k?"
	"Awwwwwlright, Daddy."  Booker replied in a whiney tone that made
Brian and I laugh.

	Aaron laid his head on the table as I went about throwing away
trash from the ice cream parlor.

	"Whatcha wanna do for dinner tonight, baby?"  Brian asked as he
glanced in the fridge.
	"We just ate ice cream!"  I cackled as Brian continued to stare in
the fridge and rub his belly.
	"That was just an appetizer."  He snorted.
	"Be careful, or people are gonna think I knocked ya' up."  I
replied, tongue in cheek, as I came up behind him and grabbed his belly.
	"No you didunt!"  Brian laughed, and turned around in my arms.

	I gave Brian a wink and leaned forward to give him a kiss, moving
my hands to his back.  Brian wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed
me slightly as he returned my kiss, refraining from making out with me too
heavy since we were in the kitchen and all.  As soon as I pulled away from
Brian, he gave a funny look over my shoulder.  I didn't know what he was
looking at, but apparently it bothered him.

	"Aaron, why don't you go back and lay down?"  He suggested.  "I'll
bring you some chicken soup later."
	"Aight."  I heard Aaron reply from behind me.

	Brian held me in his arms, letting his hands roam up and down my
back as I heard the sounds of Aaron scootching back in the chair, getting
up, and leaving the kitchen.

	"What's wrong, sexy?"  I placed a hand on the side of Brian's face
and turned it back in my direction.
	"That boy is starting to bother me."  He shrugged, then pulled away
from me gently.
	"How so?"  I asked as I hopped up on the counter to sit.

	Brian laughed when my boot thumped against the cabinet door below
me.

	"That thing's dangerous."  He patted my knee, then headed towards
the pantry.  "I don't know, he's just been actin' weird lately."
	"Weird how?"  I wondered if Brian noticed the looks Aaron gave us
when we were affectionate.
	"Well," Brian popped his head out of the pantry to look at me,"like
just now.  When we were kissing, he was watching us in a weird way."
	"How do you watch someone in a weird way?"  I teased, but actually
wanted to know exactly what he meant by "weird".
	"Like...um...I don't know."  Brian shook his head in frustration,
then went back into the pantry.

	I sat on the counter, waiting for him to finish getting whatever he
wanted for dinner.  Booker went by the kitchen on the way to the den, and
exchanged grins with me.  Just when I was about to climb off the counter
and go into the den to sit with Booker, Brian's screeching stopped me.

	"Nick!"  He jumped out of the pantry.
	"Excuse me?"  I knew my eyes must have bugged out of my head.
	"Like Nick."  He pointed a finger at me, happy he'd found what he'd
wanted to say.  "Aaron reminds me of his brother."
	"Well, they do look alike, Brian.  That's to be expect..."
	"No.  He looks at you and me like Nick does."  Brian waved a hand
at me.  "Like he wants to join in on the action."

	Bingo.  Just what I was thinking.

	"He's straight, Brian."  I tried to come up with an excuse to make
myself feel better.
	"Like Nick and I never had sex with women."  He rolled his eyes.
"And even if he is, he sure seems curious about us when we're
affectionate."

	I rolled my shoulders, not really knowing what to say.

	"I mean, don't you get this vibe..."  Brian walked over to stand in
front of me, rubbing up against my knees "...from him, that--I don't
know--he wants to see what it's like to do a guy?"
	I licked my teeth.  "First of all--ew, Brian.  Second of all, why
does it matter what the little hormonal teenager thinks about?  We all have
weird thoughts, but we don't always act upon them."

	Brian moved forward, pressing himself against my knees.  He stared
at me for a minute, then smiled wide.

	"You think the same thing I do."  He licked his teeth.  "I knew you
did."
	"Why don't you add an evil laugh to that statement while you're at
it?"  I rolled my eyes.
	"Okay.  Bwa-haha."  He dead-panned.
	"Alright, so Aaron wants to see what dick's like."  I shrugged and
slid off the counter.  "Big deal.  Just give him a talk about being
careful, using condoms, blah blah blah, and send him out to get laid.  You
know, like every other teen would do."

	Brian grabbed my arm and pulled me back playfully as I tried to
walk away, a huge grin on his face.

	"I don't think that's what he wants."  Brian wriggled his eyebrows
at me playfully.  "I think he has a crush on someone specific."
	I rolled my eyes.  "And who would that be, oh grand puba of
baseless suspicions?"
	"You."
	"I knew you were going to say that.  Bwa-haha."  I quipped.
	"It's true."
	"Bite me."  I tried to pull away playfully.
	"Isn't that exciting, though?"  Brian asked.

	He wasn't being nasty, or suggestive, he was genuinely amused by
the whole situation.  I didn't know how I felt about it.  I certainly
didn't want Aaron to know anything about what we'd talked about.  That
definitely would not make anything better.

	"Exciting?  Like fucking your cousin exciting, or child molestation
exciting?"
	"Oh shush."  Brian rolled his eyes.  "I just meant that it's cute
that he has a crush on you.  That's all."
	"Yeah.  Just like the A.J. crush.  Just like the Nick crush.  Just
like the Kevin crush.  If I can get Howie to fall in love with me, I'll
have collected the whole set.  I swear, you're all turning into fags
quicker than I can say Liza Minelli."

	Brian brayed loudly as I pulled my arm away from him.

	"Good luck on Howie, baby.  He's had too much poontang in his life
to change for you."  Brian winked.

	I couldn't think of a good comeback, so I settled for a nasty look
and flipping him off.  There was nothing worse than someone having a good
laugh when you're trying to be mean.  Brian was still cackling when I
plopped down on the sofa with Booker in the den.



(Part Thirteen)



	Andre, Harvey, Barbara, Brian and Aaron were sitting on couches in
front of me, a wall of plate glass seperating us.  Numerous technicians and
producers milled about around them while I did my best not to pull my hair
out.  The second time they had told me I couldn't smoke around the
equipment, I thought I might actually take someone hostage and not let them
go until someone said I could.
	They had shoved me in the recording booth over an hour ago, and we
hadn't recorded one single note yet.  Basically, I was standing around
doing jack squat with a set of headphones draped around my neck.  I knew
everyone on the couches couldn't possibly be enjoying themselves, just
sitting there watching me look bored.  Actually, Brian looked a bit
excited.  He was probably happy to be in a recording studio again, no
matter the capacity.

	"Okay, I think we just about have it here, Matt.  We're going to
take it from the top of...," Dennis, one of the producers shuffled thru
papers as he spoke thru the intercom,"'Hard To Say No', alright?"
	"Let's do it."  I stated as I clamped the headphones on, one muff
over my right ear, the left ear staying uncovered.

	Robert waited until I had found the song in my book on the stand in
front of me, then started the song.

	"Take it."  He pointed to me when the song started.

	Luckily, singing was one thing I could do in a walking boot.  If
they had asked me to come in and practice the dance numbers, I would've had
to laugh my ass off at them.  However, Harvey had heard about my little
"accident" and realized I couldn't do anything like that.  Instead, he
wanted me to come in and touch up some songs that didn't turn out quite the
way he expected.
	I figured that he was watching the whole process so things would
turn out the way he wanted.  It's hard to have someone fuck up your dear
project when you're there to direct them.  Barbara showed up for some
reason--what it was, I had no idea.  I didn't know why Andre came, since he
was just my drill sargeant in the dancing department.  However, Brian just
glowed as he watched me go thru the song.  Apparently, he had learned the
words the first time he had watched me record the song, because he was
mouthing along to my singing.
	Surprisingly enough, Robert and Harvey didn't stop me once during
the whole song.  I got to go thru it one whole time without anyone telling
me I did something wrong.  Yes, they were probably going to make me go over
it and over it several more times.  However, it was better that way than
being stopped in the middle of singing a word and told you sucked.  It was
a blow to the ego.


	"That was great, Matt."  Harvey stood up to talk thru the intercom.
"Come on out here."
	He was smiling, so I was worried.  "I'm done?"

	I was more than a bit confused.

	"Yeah, come on out of there."
	"No."  I stated simply.
	"Huh?"  He furrowed his brow, confused.
	"I'm afraid."  I laughed.
	"Get out here."  He laughed along with me.  "You did fine, that's
all we needed you to do.  Trust me."

	I took the headphones off, and exited the boothe, wondering why
they had called me in to sing one single song.  Really, the first cut was
probably better than the one I had just done.  It was their dime, I
supposed.  If they wanted to waste time and money on recording me again,
that was fine by me.  It wasn't going to effect me in any way--just
inconvenience me.

	"That was great, Matt."  Harvey wrapped an arm around my shoulders,
and led me off, away from everyone else.  "Just great."
	"Thanks."
	"Listen, we're doing a showcase in three weeks.  I need you fixed
up by then so you can participate."  He put a hand on either of my
shoulders and looked me in the eye.
	"Sure."  I shrugged.  "Just one question."
	"Shoot."
	"What's a showcase?"  I gave a confused laugh.
	Harvey couldn't help but grin.  "Well, it's where we invite folks
in that have invested in the movie, studio staff, some reporters, other
people in the acting community to come listen to you and the rest of the
cast sing and watch you dance."
	"Oh, gotcha."  I had a thought.  "Wait, isn't that what studios do
when investors are thinking of pulling out because they don't have faith in
the project?"
	"Sometimes."  Harvey twitched.
	"Oh, great."  I rolled my eyes.  "So, what am I going to read in
the papers tomorrow?"
	"Why do you have to be so damn quick?"  He gave a nervous smile.
	"I can see the headlines now.  Everyone's pulling out of the movie
Matt Thompson is making beaucoup bucks for doing.  No one has faith in him,
even though he can negotiate a contract.  This blows, Harvey."  I huffed.
	He sighed.  "I know.  That's why we have to get you in dancing and
singing form quick for this showcase.  You can come in and 'wow' these
folks.  You managed to get seventy million bucks out of myself and Bob.
And we're the cheapest bastards you'll ever find--so I know you can
persuade our backers to have faith in your ability to do a musical."

	I sighed in return.  Didn't professional life ever get any easier?

	"Alright, alright."  I threw my hands up in the air.  "I'm only
supposed to have this cast on two of those weeks.  That'll leave us a week
for Andre and I to work on dance moves."
	"Attaboy."
	"But I'm still filming with Clinnon.  We'll have to rehearse around
that schedule."
	"We can do that.  Find out from Clinnon what your shooting schedule
is going to be, and get with Andre.  I'm leaving this in your hands."
	"Oh, trust from Weinstein, eh?"  I teased.
	"I have faith in you."  He nodded, then headed back towards the
couch.  He turned suddenly, coming up with a thought.  "Make me proud,
alright?"
	"Consider it done."  I gave a smile, then turned to face the
opposite direction.

	How the fuck was I going to be ready in three weeks to do a full
blown showcase for that many folks?  Especially if my foot wasn't going to
come out of the boot for two weeks.  Showbiz folks were a bunch of crazy
people.  Ofcourse, being an actor, I guess that put me at the top of the
crazy people pile.

	"That was great, baby."  Brian snuck up behind me, wrapping his
arms around my chest, trapping my arms at my side.
	"Thanks, dude."  I teased as he laid his chin on my shoulder.
	"You're really great."  Brian kissed the side of my neck.  "I mean
that."
	"Oh, get your nose outta my butt."  I laughed, moving my hand up to
lay on his arm.
	"Whatever."  He giggled.  "Want me to take you out for a
celebratory lunch?"
	"Free food??!?"  I gasped.  "Hell yah!"
	Brian laughed and let go of me.  "Aight, let's grab the kid and go
get a bite to eat, then."
	"Alright.  I just gotta talk to Barb about something, then I'll be
ready."
	"Talk about what something?"  Brian asked.
	"Nosey."  I teased.  "I was just gonna ask her about looking into
Marcus for me."
	"Oh."  Brian stopped in his tracks.

	I gave him a nervous smile.

	"You sure you want to?"  Brian asked compassionately.
	"Yeah.  I'm pretty sure."
	"Alright.  Let's get moving."  He winked.






	Brian seemed to have a penchant for being able to pick empty
restaraunts.  I was beginning to think he was phoning ahead to let people
know to clear places out for us.  Besides an elderly couple at a table,
Brian, Aaron and I were the only other people in the restaraunt he took us
to. As to be expected, we took a corner booth.  Just in case more people
came in, we'd be less visible right off the bat.  Trite but true--people
just seemed to love to gawk at celebrities.

	"Whatcha gonna have?"  Brian asked, nonchalantly looking over my
shoulder at my menu, like he didn't have one of his own.

	I made in an indecisive sound with my throat while I glanced over
everything the place had to offer.

	"I'm gonna have a bacon cheeseburger and onion rings."  Aaron
nodded affirmatively as he stared at his own menu.  "Chocolate shake."
	"Okay, the heart attack special for the teenager with a working
metabolism."  Brian quipped.  "You must be feeling much better."

	Aaron just gave Brian a confused look before laying his menu back
on the table.

	"What're you gonna have, baby?"  I asked without taking my eyes off
the menu.
	"Probably the same as Aaron."  He laughed loudly.
	"That's my boy."  I let one hand wander over to rub his stomach
once quick.
	"Hey now."  He growled playfully.
	"I think I'm gonna have..."
	"The veggie platter with hot tea, honey and lemon?"  Aaron spoke
up.
	"Oooooh, or the portabello burger with crudete, hot tea, honey and
lemon?"  Brian added.
	"Or the Oriental Chicken Salad?" Aaron smiled wide.
	"You're both so damned amusing."  I took my time flipping both of
them off.  "Just because I eat healthy and you two don't, doesn't mean I'm
supposed to be a punchline.  I can eat shitty food, too, ya' know."
	"OKay."  Brian smirked.  "Whatcha gonna have?"
	"Um, I don't know."  I didn't think he'd actually call me on it.

	To be honest, most of the unhealthy stuff on the menu sounded
gross.  It was either deep fried, pan fried, or had some type of breading
around it.  That stuff just didn't sit well with me.  Sure, it tasted like
Heaven, but it sure felt like Hell a half hour after it was ingested.  I
guess I had been looking over the menu too long, because I looked up to see
both Aaron and Brian waiting impatiently.

	"Veggie Platter."  I sighed and slapped the menu down on the table.
	"No butter.."  Brian started.
	"...no oil..." Aaron added.
	"...no salt..."Brian finished me off with a laugh.
	"Lemon on the side."  I sighed and laid my head on the table.

	Brian and Aaron just laughed at me.

	"Am I really THAT boring?"  I asked, my forehead still on the
tabletop.
	"It's not boring."  Aaron replied.
	"Just predictable."  Brian ruffled my hair.
	"Don't mess with my quaff."  I managed to grunt before the waiter
showed up to take our orders.



(Part Fourteen)



	"You know, this is quite possibly the sickest thing we've ever
done."  I snorted as I sat on Brian's ass.
	"Oh, just shut up."  He groaned from beneath me.  "It has to be
done.  And you're just the man for the job."
	"Yeah, okay."  I rolled my eyes and went back to the job at hand.
"If you say so."
	"Oh yeah, baby.  Right there."  Brian groaned.  "Right there!
Ahhhh, that was a good one."

	I rolled my eyes again.  Brian was such a drama queen.  It didn't
take much to make him happy.

	"You're so good at this."
	"Have you ever thought about counseling?"  I teased.
	"Oh shut up."  Brian laughed.  "I can't pop pimples on my back
myself.  So just deal with it."
	"Maybe if you used soap when you showered..."
	"One more word, and I'm gonna hurt you."  Brian stated playfully.
	"I might like that."  I slapped his shoulder roughly.  "I think
you're all de-pimpled."

	Brian gave a content sigh as I climbed off of him and crawled over
onto my side of the bed and sat down, propping my back against the
headboard.  I chunked the tissue I had in my hand into the bedside trash
can and grabbed my book off the table.  I had to laugh when I picked up my
book--Brian just laid there, moaning happily.

	"If that's all it takes, I can stop having sex with you."  I
teased.  "Go me."
	"I'd slap you for that, but I can't move."  He grunted.  "I feel so
much better now."
	"I just pinched skin on your back, broke it open, and let pus ooze
out.  Then I wiped it up with a tissue."  I stuck my tongue out as I opened
my book.  "I don't know how that can feel good."
	"Next time you have one, I'll show you."  Brian scootched over and
laid his head in my lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.
	"Thanks, but no thanks."  I chuckled and began to play with his
hair as I read my book.

	I was quite surprised with the way things were going.  We picked
Booker up from school in the afternoon, then all of us went home.  After a
movie, we fixed dinner together and ate.  Aaron got cleaning duty, so Brian
and I sat on the deck with beers while I had a cigarette.  Booker spent
most of that time in the den, playing with his toys and making minimal
noise.  It had been a good evening.
	When I put Booker to bed, it only took fifteen minutes of reading
to him before he was out.  Aaron even went to his room to study alone.
After nine-thirty, I hadn't heard a peep out of either one of them.  I was
beginning to think that Hell had frozen over.  That or the Invasion of the
Body Snatchers wasn't just a movie.  Either way, I was content to let them
be quiet and in bed earlier than usual.
	Brian gave a sigh as I ran my fingers thru his hair idley as I read
my book.  Apparently, my thigh was softer than his pillow.  Ofcourse, I
hadn't worked out since my foot had been put in the boot, so my thighs
probably were getting a bit soft.  I was willing to live with that for the
time being, 'cause I knew as soon as the boot came off, it was going to be
work, work, work.

	"Whatcha readin'?"  Brian rolled over to look up at me.
	"'Glamorama' by Bret Easton Ellis."  I replied, not taking my eyes
off the book.
	"Is it good?"
	"It'd be better if you'd zip it."  I teased.
	"Well, pardon me."  Brian laughed.
	"It's actually really good.  It's all about supermodels and
celebrities, completely pretentious, ya' know.  And it's full of blood,
guts, espionage, filthy sex, and lots of cussing.  Oh, and did I mention
the drugs and booze?"
	"Sounds like my kind of book."
	"I was thinkng about talking to Barbara.  See how you get
production deals.  I'd love to star in a movie based on it."  I added
nonchalantly.
	"Like you don't have enough ahead of you."
	"True.  But it won't hurt to buy the rights, would it?"  I winked
down at him.
	"Oh lawdy."  Brian rolled his eyes with a laugh.
	"And just what is that supposed to mean?"  I asked as I marked my
place and put the book back on the bedside table.

	Brian sat up, and turned to face me, sitting indian style.

	"Nothing."  He shrugged.  "Except you're just work, work, work.  I
don't mind it.  It's just funny."
	"I'm not all about work.  If you hadn't noticed, I'm not working
right now."  I laughed.
	"Well, no."  He conceded.  "But that's because of a broken foot.
And it's just a break from working so you can heal.  And since you're not
working, you're thinking about future work you can schedule.  So there."
	"So there?"  I grinned wide.  "So there?  Aren't you supposed to
kick me in the knee now and run home crying?"

	Brian jumped on top of me with a laugh.  I cackled loudly as we
almost fell off of my side of the bed.  However, Brian clung tightly to the
bed, making sure we didn't tumble off.  I wrapped my arms and legs around
him tightly to make sure I didn't fall without him.  I figured if I had to
hurt myself, so did he.  It would've been his fault afterall.
	After he was certain we weren't going to crash to the floor, Brian
sat up, pulling me with him.  Since my legs were wrapped around his middle,
we ended up with me sitting on top of him.  I was sitting in his lap,
facing him.

	"So there."  Brian moved his head until our foreheads were propped
against each others.  "How do you like that?"
	"Pretty good, I guess."  I replied evily as I ground my hips
against him.
	"Oh, so now you want to get frisky after you made fun of me?" He
snorted playfully before leaning in to kiss me.
	"Well, yeah."  My tone basically said 'ofcourse dumbass'.
	"Maybe I don't want to."
	Brian's fake pout made me chuckle.  "Like I'm gonna believe you're
not interested in sex."
	"Well, with your boot digging into my kidney, it's not exactly
arousing."  He winked.
	"Oh."  I realized I had my legs wrapped around him pretty tight, so
I stretched my booted leg out straight.  "Better?"
	"Much."  Brian answered before moving his lips to mine again. "Your
lips...,"Brian gave me another kiss,"taste soooo good."
	"I bet you say that to all the boys."

	My hands moved down to Brian's lower back, my fingertips playing
with the bottom of his t-shirt.

	"Well, if their lips taste good, yeah."  He rolled his eyes.
	"Jerk."  I leaned forward and kissed Brian, stopping for a second
as I pulled back to bite his bottom lip.
	"You know I love you like no other."  Brian cradled me in my arms.
	"I know."  I ran a hand thru his hair.  "And I love you more than
anyone, too.  Well, 'cept Ben."
	"Ben?"  Brian moved his face back, totally confused.
	"Yeah, him and his brother Jerry?  They used to live down the
street from.."

	Brian growled loudly and shoved me onto my back, until he was
laying on top of me, making me stop midsentence and laugh.

	"Say it."  Brian growled.
	"Say what?" I was genuinely confused.
	"You know."  He bit his bottom lip, looking shy.
	"Um, fuck me hard?"  I made it a question.
	"Well, I meant you love me.  I'll fuck you hard after you say it."
Brian closed his eyes to a suspicious slit.
	"Brian, you know I love you."  wrapped my arms around him and
hugged him to me.  "More than life itself.  More than Ben & Jerry put
together.  And--you know I wouldn't say this unless I meant it.."
	"What?"
	"I love you even more than Prada."
	"Okay, that made me hard."  Brian joked.

	Well, I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach, so it was
somewhat a joke.

	"I love you more than basketball."  Brian stated with a nod.

	I gasped playfully.

	"It's true."  He added.
	"Wait.... you're just saying that so I'll watch sports with you."
I rolled my eyes.  "It ain't gonna happen, butch."
	Brian laughed loudly.  "Damn you!  That's the last time you foil my
plans!"
	"So, when are we gonna get to the fucking me hard part?"  My grin
must have beamed.

	Brian opened his mouth to reply, but our bedroom door opening
stopped him.

	"Daddy?"  I cocked my head to see Booker standing in the doorway,
rubbing his eyes.
	"You forgot to lock the door."  I whispered to Brian and motioned
to him to get off of me.
	"Yeah, buddy?"  My voice cracked as I sat up quickly.
	"What you and Daddy doing?"  He looked hurt, like he thought Brian
had been trying to hurt me.

	I looked over at Brian.  He was blushing so much, he could have
lead Santa's sleigh.

	"Just playin'." I couldn't think of a better response.
"Wrestling."
	"Oh."  Booker seemed to have a thought.  "I had a nightmare."

	Then the crying began.  Booker pitter-pattered over to my side of
the bed, begging to be picked up and held.  Seeing that I was the only one
that wasn't full mast hard, I scooped him up and held him against me.
Booker buried his face in my chest and sobbed as I held him and rubbed his
back slowly and rhythmically.  I looked over at Brian and he was rolling
his eyes, pointing at the tent in his sleep bottoms.
	I couldn't help but give a small chuckle as Brian resituated
himself.  Booker's body was heaving and spasming as he cried.  I wasn't too
worried that the nightmare was horrible.  Everytime he had a dream that
went slightly wrong, it was a tragic event.  He was such a drama queen.  No
wonder everyone thought he was actually my child.  After a couple minutes,
his sobs slowed, and he was wiping at his eyes as he gave wet sniffles.

	"Better?"  I made him sit up to look at me.
	"Uh huh."
	"What happened?"  I asked him, brushing his sweat drenched bangs
out of his hair.
	"I can't 'member."  He sniffled and buried his face in my chest
again.

	I had to hold back a laugh when I looked at Brian and he was
rolling his eyes.  We both knew that 'I can't 'member', actually meant that
nothing happened, Booker just wanted to sleep in our bed.  However, Booker
was getting a little too old and big to continue sleeping with grown men.
He'd have to wait until he was eighteen to continue that if he wished.

	"Come on, buddy."  Brian reached out.  "I'll take you back to your
bed."
	"No!"  Booker slapped at Brian's hands.
	"Oh good Lord."  I gave a shocked laugh.  "Booker, Daddy will lay
with you, don't worry."
	"I don't wanna."  Booker wrapped his arms around my chest tightly,
like he was afraid I'd pry him loose.
	"Booker, you're too old to sleep with us."  I hugged him back and
kissed the top of his head.  "You need to sleep in your own bed."
	"No!"  He was having none of it.

	I should have known it had been too quiet around the house all
evening.  Something was bound to happen.

	"Come on."  I sighed and stood up with Booker clinging onto me like
a monkey.  "I'll come lay with you."

	I turned my head to look at Brian.

	"Don't go to sleep."  I winked.
	"Oh, don't worry."  Brian discreetly grabbed his crotch, showing he
was till mostly hard.

	I mouthed 'I'll be back', then left our room, Booker in tow.






	Booker fell asleep in less than ten minutes, and luckily I was able
to climb out of his bed and sneak out of his room without waking him up.  I
was almost giddy as I made my way back down to my bedroom, going slowly to
keep my boot from making a "clunking" noise. Aaron's light was still on in
his room.  It wasn't even eleven o'clock, but he'd been up since early in
the morning.  It was bedtime for Bonzo as far as I was concerned.

	"Hey, Aaron."  I knocked and barged on in.  "It's time for..."
	"Holy shit!"  Aaron screeched.

	It took a minute for everything to register.  If it hadn't been for
the shock of what I was seeing, I probably would have raced right back out
of the room.  Aaron's pants and boxers were down around his ankles and he
was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door.  He had an erection,
which his hand had a firm grip on.  He was holding a magazine up in front
of himself and stroking off.  I know I stuttered for a few seconds while
Aaron tried to cover himself up.  Talk about coming at the wrong time.

	"Um, uh, it's, uh, time to go to, um, bed."  I backed up to the
door as quickly as I could.  "Night."

	As soon as I had the door closed behind myself, I clunked as
quickly as possible down to my room and shut the door behind myself.  Brian
watched me, looking confused, as I locked the door and clunked over to the
bed and laid down quickly.  When I just laid there, looking up at the
ceiling, probably blushing, and not saying anything, Brian broke the
silence.

	"Booker asleep?"  He asked.
	"Uh huh."  I could almost feel the fever in my cheeks.
	"Okay."  He seemed to be looking for something to say.

	I just laid there, not taking my eyes off the ceiling.  I was
afraid if I looked anywhere else, I might see something else that wasn't
meant for me to see.

	"Say, why ya' blushing?"  Brian chuckled.  "And why did you run in
here like your ass was on fire?"
	"Hold me."  I whined and rolled over, wrapping my arms around
Brian.

	Okay, it was a bit dramatic, but I didn't even know how to express
to Brian that I'd caught Aaron jacking off.  Even mentioning it would sound
dirty to me.

	"Jesus."  Brian laughed as he wrapped his arms around me.  "Did you
see Satan out there by chance?"
	"Close."  I nuzzled my head into his chest.
	"Yeah, okay."  I could hear the curiosity in Brian's voice.
	"I think I'm traumatized."  I stated, trying to laugh it all off.
	"What happened?"
	I sat up to look at Brian, still blushing.  "I caught Aaron..."  I
looked around like someone might be listening.
	"Jerkin' off?"  Brian asked.
	"Yeah!"  I said it louder than I'd wanted.
	"Yeah, I know.  He's gonna whittle that thing down to a nub before
he's sixteen."  Brian shrugged.  "Everytime I pass his room at night, you
can hear the tell-tale 'smacking' sounds of someone pulling their pud."
	"Gross."
	"And since I know you're not one to masturbate, and Booker isn't
old enough, I sorta figured it was Aaron."  He explained.  "But ofcourse,
he's fifteen.  Jackin' off is the most important thing to a fifteen year
old.  Well, that and girls."  Brian stopped, then had a thought.  "Or
boys."
	"Doesn't it bother you?"  I knew I was turning into a smarmy old
fart.
	"Matt."  Brian rolled his eyes at me.  "What did you spend every
night doing when you were fifteen?  Besides planning to take over
Hollywood, that is."
	"I could have been in the masturbation Olympics, what's your
point?"
	"Then you should understand if Aaron wants to beat the meat." Brian
replied.  "Now, if you don't mind, one of us should be eating the meat
right now."
	I moved back when Brian placed a hand on the side of my head. "Ew,
Brian.  I can't be fucking you in here, knowing that Aaron's in there
playing with himself.  Well, I might have scared him into stopping for a
bit."
	"Doubtful.  He's a persistent little wanker."  Brian winked.
	"It's bad enough he was trying to watch us have sex the other day,
but now..."
	"Do what?!?"  Brian acted like someone had electrocuted him.

	'Uh-oh', I thought to myself, 'might've gone too far there'.

	"Um, I just meant."  I gave an unconvincing smile.  "Aaron's
growing and developing, and, well you know."
	"He was peeping us?"  Brian's eyes bugged out at me.
	"No."  I was never going to be a good liar when it came to Brian.
	"Why didn't you tell me?"
	"I sorta did."  I sighed, giving up on trying to fib.
	"Huh?"  Brian shook his head quickly.
	"The other day when I made you stop to go lock the door."  I laid
back on the bed.  "I thought I saw Aaron looking in at us thru the crack in
the door.  But, as soon as he saw me look in his direction, he
disappeared."
	"He's pretty horny for someone that's supposed to be sick."  Brian
stated simply before laying back on his side of the bed and staring up at
the ceiling.

	We both laid there for a bit, on our respective sides of the bed,
staring up at the ceiling.

	"Brian, I'm not ready for a kid going thru his teenage years. I
don't know how to handle a hormonal teenager."  I sighed.
	"Don't look at me."  Brian replied with a long sigh.



To Be Continued...


One last shout out to all my readers, fans and friends alike.  Hope you all
enjoyed this section.  I know alot of you will be happy to see more of
Aaron--so don't say I never did nuthin' for ya'!  Also, I just wanted to
take a second to say to all my readers all over the world, I hope we're in
for a peaceful year.  In the words of Marvin--"war is not the answer".
Let's all pray for and actively pursue a peaceful today, tomorrow and
future.  Remember, it's not enough to complain.  You have to be proactive.
Do your part to bring about and promote peace.  Love to anyone and everyone
that's in need of it (and even those with plenty love in their life--you
can always use more)!

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