Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 14:48:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Really Bigdreamer Subject: Dreams Can Come True chapters 3-4 Once again the normal legal stuff applies here: no one under 18 or is offended by homosexual stuff or if this is illegal wherever you are should read this! And this story does NOT imply anything about the celebrities mentioned, so don't ask me for Brian's phone number again! Chapter 3: The next day I woke up discombobulated and didn't know where I was...then I remembered that I had crashed in Brian and Nick's room the night before. Then I noticed my cell phone was ringing in my pocket, must have been what woke me up since every ring echoed through my head dozens of times. "Yeah," I mumbled into the phone. "Where the HELL have you been?" I heard Jen scream into the phone. "Quiet," I said, "quiet is good...noise bad..." "Don't even tell me you have a hand-over," she said. "One helluva one," "Perfect..." she said, "you're planning on showing up at MTV Studios with a hangover?" "MTV..?" "Yeah," she said, "the big skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan, the one where TRL is shot, where you're supposed to be today at 2:30 to be live at 3...any of this ring a bell?" "The TRL shooting is today?" I screamed, but caught myself cussing at myself because I didn't want to wake Nick and Brian. "YES!" she shouted. "Oh..." I mumbled, "fuck me..." "Thanx hun, but no..." "I'll stop by the apartment, change, and be there on time...I swear..." "You'd best be hun, or else we're both fucked...now get moving and DON'T BE LATE" I punched the `end' button and looked at my watch. It was only 10 A.M. why was she so crazy about the time? Well I didn't really wanna think about that so I searched for my Nike's and put them on. "Where you going?" I heard a groggy voice from behind as I was heading for the door. I spun around to see Brian climbing out of bed. "Uh...home..." I said. "Where's Nick?" Brian asked as he pulled back the sheets on Nick's bed to reveal a pillow in his place. "I dunno..." I said stupidly. "Well it's only ten," Brian started, "why don'tcha stay for breakfast, the guys normally call a `breakfast meeting' of sorts to talk about what we have so Kevin can tell us what to expect for the rest of the day while no one pays attention and stuffs their faces." "Oh..." I said, "sounds like a BSB thing to me. "You and I could have breakfast together, by ourselves, if you want..." he asked. "Um, sure!" I perked up a bit. Brian showered and I showered after him, I stole some of the clothes of his that actually fit me...even though they were few and far between. Brian hurriedly scribbled a note to the rest of the Boys before we walked out the door. We decided to walk down the street to a diner and hurried inside. Brian ate the whole meal with a hat pulled almost completely over his face, but I didn't have to worry about anyone noticing me. "Well," I said as I finished my hamburger. "Well," Brian mimicked me, "how the hell can you eat a hamburger at eleven in the morning?" "I like pancakes or waffles like once a year and eggs about just as much...and that pretty much eliminates all breakfast foods served in a diner," I answered. "You're nuts!" Brian said a he finished off his short stack. "Listen," I said, "I'm not exactly subtle and I know that that isn't good in this business because most people watch what they say to make sure they don't step on other people's toes and whatnot but I can't do that so I just have to come out and say something." "K," was Brian response as he guzzled his remaining orange juice. "You eat like a horse," I laughed, "wait...that wasn't what I wanted to say." "It sounded up front and non-subtle to me" he laughed with me. "Yeah," I began again, "but that's not it...Nick told me that you liked me and I just wanted to say that I'm not gay..." I tried to protect my image as a (hopefully) soon to be celebrity. "That jack-off," Brian said bluntly as he stood up paid the bill and walked out, "he always tells people that to like scare them off or something, maybe he thinks you will cramp my friendship with him or something...but it won't!" "So you're not gay?" I asked disappointedly. "NO!" "Ok...well I'm gonna call a cab `cause I don't see any to hail down...see ya" I said as I pulled out my cell phone to find out its charge was dead, "I need to ask another favor..." We walked into Brian's apartment and I picked up the phone and called for a cab. "I can't believe that you didn't have any change from the diner for a pay phone..." I said, "oh, by the way, thanks for breakfast." "Your welcome, actually I do have change," he said, "want three cents?" "No," "Look a note from Nick," I said as I reached to hand it to Brian. Brian's hand met mine as I reached for it. We looked at each other and became lost in each other's gaze...his wonderful blue eyes were mesmerizing and we leaned in towards each other for a kiss and it seemed like that second lasted forever but before I knew it I was on the couch with Brian's tongue in my mouth. "Brian..." I started. "Sorry," he said apologetically, "you tried to tell me in the diner and I..." "Actually," I cut him off quickly, "I was gonna say lock the door while I cancel my cab..." Brian ran across the room and quickly bolted the door as I punched the numbers on the phone and told the person on the other end to cancel my cab. When I turned around Brian was in mid-jump over the bed and then right in front of me. He quickly pulled me into an embrace as our lips locked we began to wrestle each other's tongue and soon we were on the couch again but this time we were stripping each other of clothes as we made out madly. I was undoing Brian's belt when he stopped me. He reached to my own belt and undid it first then in one yank both my jeans and my boxers were gone. I, in turn, did the same to him. Soon my mouth surrounded his 8" prick and I started bobbing up and down on him expertly. I took time to lick the precum off of his cock's head and to suck on his balls but I kept up my pace nonetheless. Soon he started to cum and I sucked down his sweet juices. I flipped him onto his back and pulled his legs onto my shoulders. I then quickly pulled a rubber out of my jeans pocket and put it on then I started to inch in my own 8 ½" cock. Once I was completely inside him I started to thrust my hips rhythmically. I saw that Brian was still in a slight bit of comfort and bent down and began to suck on his right peck. He moaned in pleasure as I sucked his peck and kept my cock pumping his ass. When I began to cum I clenched my teeth to keep from moaning as loud as humanly possible. Brian saw that I was trying to keep from making a lot of noise and decided to toy with me. He clenched his ass as tight as possible making me cum harder and impossible for me to keep from moaning. I came in buckets into the condom and fell on top of Brian. "So..." I said between huffs, "what did...the note...from Nick...say?" "I..." he huffed as much as I did, "don't give...a flying fuck..." We both chuckled at that thought but we were probably comfortable enough to doze off but neither one of us could risk getting caught like that or waste any time in our already cramped schedules. We quickly cleaned up, changed, and I left to go home and prepare for my TRL interview. Promptly at 2:30 I arrived at MTV Studios to walk through a mob of fans that didn't recognize me, but only saw a limo pulling up at the site of TRL and assumed to find a big name celeb, boy were they wrong. I actually to walk onto the set at 3:30 and did so and answered a bunch of dumb questions from Carson like where I grew up, how old I was, and the only good question was what the album was like. Well after that we actually debuted the video which happened to be one of the fast beat bubble gum pop songs the label had chose for me to do. After the video aired Carson looked quizzically at me. "Your hair..." he said. "Yeah," I answered, "the director of the video thought I'd look better with bleached blonde hair. But since we seemed to be fresh out of hair styling stuff at the site of the shoot he put a wig on me. He also gave me this wicked cool gel-like stuff in a really small tube that you rub into your eyebrows that temporarily colors them whatever color the gel is. The shading of the eyebrows depends on how much you put on." "Uh-huh," he said, "well I hope you have a lot of success with your career." With that he cut to a commercial and I was escorted back to the dressing room so I could change out of the clothes the MTV people wanted me to wear and into the clothes I actually wore. As soon as I was out of the studio and back into the limo I called Jen and asked her what she thought and thanked her for getting me a limo even though no one knows me. Once that was finished I immediately called Brian on his cell phone. "Hello," he answered the phone. "Hello, you have been called by someone you don't know, they have called you merely to burn the minutes you have remaining on your cell phone and cost you money...there will now be a slight pause so you cuss out this recording," I said trying to sound as machine-like as possible. "Ha ha," he laughed sarcastically. "So," I said, "when do you wanna get together again and talk about what's going on with us before we start this tour?" "Tomorrow," he said, "turns out that note from Nick was telling me to get my ass downtown so I could spend the day in meetings and waiting rooms for no apparent reason." "Legal stuff day?" I asked. "Yup," he answered, "we're here ironing out works for the next CD, which we already recording one track for, but I gotta go, I'm in a waiting room with guys and we were just asked to step into an office for more legal explaining I don't really care about." "Oh you care plenty," I said, "or else you wouldn't be as rich as you are...but I know you gotta go, so I'll say bye for now." "Ok, bye" he said before I pushed `end' on the phone. Chapter 4: "Guess what?" I heard someone say into the phone. I had stayed at my apartment that night but decided to move out and get rid of a lot of stuff since I didn't know where I'd be going after the whole two weeks I'd be with Brian. "What?" I said tiredly, "and it better be good...you just woke me up..." "You song is on the radio," then I figured out it was Brian, "107.9" I jumped out of bed and tuned my stereo to the station he had just given me. Yup, there I was singing my heart out to some song I didn't like that much. "I love the song, it's really emotional but has a good beat," he said. "Oh, yeah, thanks," I replied over the phone, "so when do you wanna talk about yesterday?" "Over breakfast," he said, "I'll pick you up in and hour, and this time you'll eat an ACTUAL breakfast!" I laughed, agreed and hung up. Just I hung up the phone I heard the DJ come on as the song ended. "That was Michael and his first single ever, not bad for a beginner and now here comes Madonna and the country's current #1 `Music'..." I turned up the stereo and listened to the song play as I started to actually wake up from my half-asleepness. I climbed into the shower with the hottest water possible and got out into a steam-filled bathroom. I couldn't see ANYTHING in the mirror and figured that I had taken way to long in the shower to have that much steam in the room. Soon I felt a pair of arms around my chest and waist. "Oh great," I said sarcastically, "I have a single out for a day and already there's a stalker." I turned around and looked at Brian's wide smile and beautiful eyes. "You betcha, cutie," he said, "now drop to your knees boy or I'll kill ya!" I started to get on my knees when he stopped me. "Sorry, but I was being sarcastic," he said, "wish I wasn't if I knew you were gonna be that complying...but we gotta get us some food...I'm starving and nothings fun on an empty stomach, not even this!" "I'll remember that next time," I said. "Just get your cute ass dressed," he said as he handed me the clothes I had set on the bathroom counter. That's installment two but don't expect installments to keep arriving this quickly. Thanx for all your responses to the last installment, and keep them coming to my NEW email address: reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com