Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 13:46:30 PDT From: Chuck Moors Subject: Kevin & Jordan 23 Legal Disclaimer: This story is a total and complete work of fiction. It is nothing but a fantasy I have. It is not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of any of the people written about. In particular Kevin Richardson or Howie D. of the Backstreet Boys, David Boreanez, or any other celebrities mentioned. If homosexual acts between 2 males disturbs you or if you are under 18 or this material is illegal in your city, state, or country then you need to leave. Authors Notes: Well after six months, I've finally gotten another chapter out. It's not that long, but future chapters will be longer. I really don't have any excuses why it's taken this long to get out, other than life has just gotten in the way...I moved into my own house, the holidays, illness...you name it, it's gotten in my way. I need to thank a couple of people: Tina, thanks for the prodding, and not giving up on me. Pete, dude I never expected to see you put my name or my story in your's, so thanks...and if any of you haven't read his story "Kevin & Justin" please do so now...it is well worth it. That's all for now, hope you enjoy, and if you have any comments or suggestions email me at: stang32@hotmail.com. JOSH: THIS IS FOR YOU. One more thing before I forget...Kevin and Jordan now have their own website...go and check it out at: http://members.xoom.com/KevinJordan KEVIN & JORDAN CHPATER 23 "...Oh my God," I exclaimed, as I saw Phil, and my best friend in the world, Bob fucking on the couch. "Jordan, it's not what you think," Phil stuttered, as he jumped off of Bob, and reached for clothes. While Bob did the same. "Oh really? Then why don't you tell me what it is, because to me it looks like my manager is fucking my best friend, and this is the first I've heard about it. And Phil, since when have you been gay? You never said anything about it to me before." I shouted, my mind was swimming, what the hell was going on? "Jordan, calm down, please," Phil started. "We didn't tell you, because we really haven't had the chance. And as for me being gay, it is really none of your business," he continued, as he put a hand up to stop me from saying anything before he finished. "I know that I should have told you about myself long before now, it probably would have made things easier for you, but I'm very guarded about my private life, and I'm very selective about who I tell. Now after everything that you have been through, in the last two weeks alone, with Kevin in your life, and Chad coming to work with you, I see that it was a mistake not to tell you that I was gay, and involved with Bob. I apologize for that. But I will not apologize for what Bob and I have. That is our business," he finished, as he pulled on a shirt. "Fine, I can accept that, but you," I said, pointing my finger at Bob, as he finished getting dressed, "you, of all people should have told me about someone new in your life. We tell each other everything. Why couldn't you tell me about this?" "Well honey, I should be asking you the same thing. What's this about you having a new boyfriend? You haven't said anything to me about that. So now we're even," Bob said right back at me. "Well, then I guess we all have some talking to do, now don't we?" Phil asked. "Yeah we do," I replied sarcastically. "Let's go to the kitchen, open some wine, and sit down and talk about this, then Jordan you and I need to have a talk about something else," Phil said, and headed towards the kitchen. By the time we were finished, we had gone through two bottles of wine, and I had all of the details of how Phil and Bob wound up together. "So who is this new boyfriend of yours Jordan?" Bob questioned. "Well, I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you," I answered laughing. "Jordan, come on. We have known each other for years, you know that you can trust me," he pleaded. "I know, I know...I'm just playing with you. But, if I do tell you, you have to keep it to yourself. Promise?" "You know I will. Besides, if I say anything, I don't think Phil here would sleep with me anymore," he said, putting his arm around Phil's neck and kissing his cheek. "Okay, well its Kevin Richardson from the Backstreet Boys," I answered matter-of-factly. "Yeah...right...like I'm going to believe that," Bob retorted. "Bob, I'm serious, it really is Kevin. Phil can you help me out here? Tell him I'm really with Kevin." "Bob, honey, he really is with Kevin, I got the Backstreet Boys to perform on the talk show Jordan was on for his birthday last month," Phil said, trying to help me. "You two planned this didn't you? You're both fucking with my head, right?" Bob asked, looking like he was starting to get a little pissed off. "Okay, there is only one way to prove to you that I'm with him," I said, pulling out my cell phone, and dialing a number. Then it hit me; he wasn't even home yet. "Shit, I can't even do that!" "Why not?" Bob asked. "Because he and Howie are on a plane on their way back to Orlando, so there is no way I can get a hold of him until later tonight. And, I can't call David, because I don't have his number, I'll have to remember to get it from Howie or Sarah," I explained, as I started to cry. "Now I know you're seeing him," Bob said. "And why do you believe me now?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Because if you weren't seeing him, you wouldn't be crying like that. I know you Jordan, and if you are crying like this, than you must really love him." "I do Bob. So much so that it kills me to be away from him, but I have to learn to adjust to him being away. We both knew what we were getting into with this, and I just have to learn to cope." "Well you know I'm here for you anytime you need me. Now I only have one question, David who?" Bob said, getting up to give me a hug. Returning it, I said, "I know you are man. Thank you, and David is David Boreanez, Howie's boyfriend. Now Phil you said you had something else to talk to me about, what is it?" I said, and looked at Bob, whose mouth was wide open, which was from, I guess, finding out that both Howie and David, and especially Kevin were all gay in less than ten minutes. "Well I have some very good news for you," he said, getting a huge grin on his face. "Well what is it? Don't keep me in suspense like this." "I got you a movie." "A...a...what?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing; did he just say a movie? "You heard me, I got you a movie. And not just a supporting role, you are one of the two stars," he explained. "Bu...but...how...when...with who? Tell me everything," I said, with it still sinking in. "Here's the deal, I haven't said yes for you yet, I want you to read the script first, but it happened a couple of days ago, and you were asked for by name. Basically if you don't say yes this other person will not do the movie either." "Who is it?" I asked, dying to know. I had no idea who would want to make a movie with me. "It's Craig Beckham," he said. "Oh...my...God...I don't believe this...Oh...my...God," as I was saying all this I was jumping up and down, and running around the room. "Kevin is not going to believe this. Would you believe that just the other night, the four of us watched his last movie?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Howie, I don't know if I can do this," Kevin said to his band-mate, as he shook his head. "Do what Kev?" "Be away from Jordan like this. I just don't know if I can handle it. I mean, we've only been gone a few house, and I'm already going nuts because I miss him so much. You know what I mean?" "Unfortunately, I do. I know exactly how you feel. I'm in the same situation, remember?" Howie asked sarcastically. Kevin chuckled, "yeah I know D., I didn't forget. I guess I'm just lost in my own little world. I saw a whole different side of him last night." "How so?" "You know he flew us to San Diego. Well, we went to dinner at this place his family has been going to for years, and he acted like he was a normal person. Not that he's not, but the people that work there treated him normal, they weren't falling all over him, or me for that matter, like they would in LA. It was like we were family and not stars. It was nice. Then we went to the beach, and I gave him the necklace. You should have seen his face. It was priceless." "I bet it was. Kevin, I know you're worried, but things will work out fine. You two have nothing to worry about. So just relax, and know that if you need anything, the rest of the guys, and I will be here for you," Howie said. "Thanks D. I know that, and I appreciate it," Kevin replied. He turned to look out the window, deep in thought. There was something nagging him in the back of his head, he just couldn't put a finger on it. A few minutes later he was sleeping. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When I finally got home, it was after midnight, and I was exhausted. I checked my machine and there weren't any new messages. Kevin must not be home yet I thought. I really need to talk to him. If I take this movie, which I really wanted to do, it would be great for my career; I was going to have to start shooting from the time the show wrapped for the season. That means no time off, no vacation. I really wanted to do the movie, but that meant that I couldn't go to Europe and be with Kevin. What the hell am I supposed to do? I went into the kitchen and got the coffee ready for the morning, so all I had to do was turn it on, that way I could sleep a little bit later. I made my way into my bedroom and took off my clothes, and went into the bathroom. I started to brush my teeth, and as I looked up at myself in the mirror, I saw a glint of metal around my neck. I stood up fully and saw my necklace from Kevin and started to cry. I've got to get my self together and stop this crying shit, I thought. I dried my eyes, and finished brushing my teeth and went into the bedroom again. I looked at my bed. Our bed, and all I could think of was how wonderful the last two weeks had been. Being held by Kevin in it every night. Making love in it. Then I noticed something I hadn't seen before. There was a small patch of dark blue sticking out from under my pillow. I lifted it up to see what it was, and there in my hands was the shirt with the silver dragon on it that Kevin had worn to the FANatic taping. He had left it for me. I couldn't believe it. I slipped it on, and granted it was a little big on me, but that didn't matter, it was his, and it smelled like him, and that is all that mattered. As I crawled into bed, Diva jumped into it with me, and after walking around on top of it for a few minutes, she curled up next to me and started to purr. The soft sounds coming from her put me to sleep. To be continued...