Millennium Love Parts 3 & 4 - Brian

Author's Notes: First, thanks again to everyone who emailed me about this story. Although it's not the first one I posted, it's the first one I started to write so it's kinda my baby!

Second, All the text in BLACK is common, but the text in BLUE is unique to that character's story. So for those that only want to read what's different between the characters, now you can.

As Before: This story is a little different. For each section, you have a choice to read the story from the view point of one of the two main characters: the fictional Scott Waters or Brian Littrell. BUT: If you read the story from both view points you'll get the entire story, particularly when the characters are not together.

I apologize if I seem to be in a bit of a time warp, but the idea for the story came to me and it fit the time line (hence the story's name Millennium Love). The story starts in October 1998 and runs up to the new millennium. Also, if some events don't coincide with real events ( i.e. I moved the Much Music Awards from September to October!), remember, it's only fiction!

Legalities: This story is fictitious. It is not meant to imply anything about any of the Backstreet Boys or anyone else. No, I am not Brian Littrell, or Scott Waters. If you're offended, go away. If you're curious, keep reading, you might like it ;-)

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Thanks for reading.
Kenitra (P.S. If you haven't read the first couple of parts - I'm a gal!!)

Millennium Love Parts 3 & 4 - Brian

Part 3

Scott didn't say a word. Then suddenly he leaned towards me and touched his lips to mine. The kiss was everything I had imagined and more. I knew at that moment that I'd found the piece missing from my life.

Suddenly Scott realized what he'd done. He jumped to his feet and began to apologize. "Oh God, Brian, I'm sorry. Please forget that happened, it was just the alcohol."

He continued to apologize, and I could tell that he was embarrassed and afraid. I wanted to comfort him. I reached out and touched his arm. "Scott." I said, but he just kept talking.

"Scott!" I raised my voice a little to catch his attention. He stopped talking and looked at me. "That was nice," I said, as a grin spread across my face.

Scott just stood there looking at me. "What?" He sounded dazed yet I detected a slight hopeful note in his voice.

I quickly looked at my friends to make sure no one else was watching or about to snap devastating photos. Kevin nodded and I returned my full attention to the man in front of me. I took one step closer and said softly, "that was a nice kiss, Scott." I had to stand on my toes to reach his face, and his lips. I had never seriously kissed another man before, but I tried to convey my feelings to Scott through my lips. I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand before asking, "now shouldn't we go get some coffee?"

All Scott could do was nod and hand me back the car keys. I knew he was bewildered and the alcohol wasn't helping. We walked around to the passenger side and I helped Scott get in, fastening the seatbelt. I kissed his cheek before I closed the door.

I stopped to talk to Kevin and the others. "I'll see you all back at the suite later, okay?"

Kevin stopped me. "B., promise me you won't go anywhere else. Or if you do, please call me." Although I sometimes got frustrated with Kevin's mothering, I knew he was only looking out for all of us.

"I promise Kevin. See you guys later."

I got into the driver's side. Scott was leaning back against the seat. He drifted off to sleep as I found my way back to the hotel and into the underground parking. Fortunately, there were no fans hanging around.

I parked the car and looked over at Scott. His skin was pale and the combination of his black hair and green eyes was incredible. He had a sexy smile too. Reluctantly I reached over and shook him gently. "Scott, wake up," I said, and couldn't prevent myself from brushing some of his curls off his forehead. Scott slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He pushed himself up in the seat and turned to look at me. I smiled and felt my pulse surge when he smiled back.

"Where are we, Brian?" he asked.

"We're in the underground parking lot of our hotel," I replied. "I thought we could order up some coffee and talk without interruption. Is that okay?" I asked, suddenly afraid I had presumed too much.

Fortunately, Scott kept smiling and said, "Sounds good, Brian." I got out of the car and Scott followed. He still looked a little unsteady, but followed me to the elevator.

I pulled out my card key and slid it down the slot. The elevator opened and we stepped on. As soon as the door closed, I turned to Scott. "This is a private elevator to the suites on the top floors," I explained. "We have the entire twenty-first floor to ourselves." I couldn't contain myself any longer. I needed to feel those lips again. I reached up and pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in our first mutual kiss and I never wanted it to end. What started out as a hesitant, questioning kiss soon intensified as our mouths opened and tongues began to explore.

Suddenly Scott pulled away from me. "Brian, what about cameras in the elevator? People could be watching us or worse, recording us."

I smiled and shook my head; he was concerned about my reputation. I pulled him back to me. "It's a perk of paying for the most expensive rooms - privacy," I whispered before rejoining our lips.

All too soon the elevator dinged and the door opened. I sighed and broke contact, pulling Scott into the common area of the suite. Scott looked around. I proceeded into the room, directly to the arrangement of large couches and chairs in the middle. I picked up the phone and dialed room service. I decided I'd better check with Scott to see what he wanted. "Scott, do you want coffee, or something else?" I asked.

Scott had been looking around and brought his attention back to me, giving me a brilliant and sweet smile. I took a breath. "Tea would be nice, Brian," he said, and I made a face. Howie liked tea too. I couldn't stand it. I ordered tea, coffee for myself and some cheese and crackers. Scott had come down the couple of stairs to the furniture and slumped down in one of the huge chairs.

As soon as I hung up the phone, Scott spoke. "Brian, I'm a little confused," he said with a slight frown.

I wasn't surprised. No one outside of the band, our entourage and my family knew I was gay. I didn't know what Scott was thinking. "Okay," I said and leaned forward on the couch, resting my elbows on my knees. "What do you want to know, Scott?"

I could tell he didn't know where to start. Then he said, "I thought you would be so furious when I kissed you in the parking lot. I never told you I was gay and I was sure you would hate me for it."

I smiled. "Scott," I said gently. "I knew you were gay before you kissed me. I had a feeling soon after you saved me, but I knew for sure when we stopped at the variety store."

"How?" Now he was curious.

How to explain it to him. "I could tell the car was very much *your* car and when I was talking to Kevin I accidentally started the CD player." I didn't want to talk to him across the room so I walked over and sat down on the coffee table in front of him. "Lets face it, not many straight twenty something men are big fans of ours. Not fans enough to make their own personal greatest hits CD."

Scott blushed in embarrassment and looked away. I didn't want him to be embarrassed so I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me.

"I thought it was sweet, Scott. I told Kevin on the phone that I had met this incredible guy, he wasn't like the typical people we meet, and he had done me a big favor." I smiled at the memory. "Of course, mother hen became concerned and told me to get my ass away from any stranger and get to the restaurant. I was so happy you offered to drive me because I didn't want to say goodbye to you yet."

Scott tried to comprehend everything I'd said, but I was enjoying distracting him by running my fingers along his firm jaw. The elevator buzzer went off indicating that room service had arrived. I let the waiter bring the cart into the room. Once he left, I went over and poured some tea for Scott. I didn't even think to ask him how he took it.

"You're gay." Scott said suddenly. It was more a statement than a question.

I had to laugh. "Really?" I said, and he blushed again. I loved it. I grinned and said, "That's cute how you blush so easily." I handed him the black tea then went back to fix some coffee for myself. I returned to my perch on the coffee table before I told Scott more.

"This year has been a bit of hell for us. One of the people who founded the Backstreet Boys died; we were having conflicts with our management and I had to have heart surgery." I saw the look of concern cross his face and was surprised that he didn't know. I returned my hand to his jaw, and began stroking it. "I'm fine Scott. It had to do with a childhood illness. The surgeons repaired it and I'm 100 percent okay." I was happy when he relaxed slightly.

I continued. "Anyway, after the surgery, the five of us had a huge weekend-long heart to heart. The surgery made us all recognize our own mortality and how short life can be. Things had to change. We cleared the air of some smoldering problems and decided on new management. I decided that for me to be happy I had to tell my 'adopted' brothers what was going on in my head, despite the potential consequences. I was shocked that they weren't overly upset or surprised that I was gay. Nothing had ever been said, but..." I shrugged, "somehow they knew." I didn't want to talk anymore. I put my cup down and took Scott's from his hands.

I took a deep breath. "So, I'm very inexperienced in all of this, Scott." I slid off the table until I was kneeling between Scott's legs. I let my arms rest on his thighs and looked up into those emerald eyes. "You are the first man that I've met, that I would really like to get to know. Its so hard to find someone who is not a celebrity, wanting to be a celebrity or to make money. I just want something resembling normal, Scott." I was desperate to make him understand and the tears began to stream down my face. "Is that so much to ask for?" I whispered as Scott pulled me off the floor and into his strong arms. It felt incredible to be held by him. Scott kissed the tears from my face.

We sat like that for a long time; just holding each other, talking quietly, kissing and exploring the grooves and crevices of each other's face, ears, and neck. Our hands ran through hair, along shoulders and down arms and chests.

Finally I sighed and tucked my head against his shoulder. "Scott, is this okay with you?" I suddenly asked, pulling back so I could see his eyes. "I mean this is obviously okay," I said shyly, indicating our current situation. "But I mean, I have a lot of baggage; I can't come out publicly and I travel all the time ..." I trailed off as I realized how unfair I was being. My life was a mess. "I'll understand if you would rather just leave things where they are now and not get any more involved." I tried to pull out of his arms but he held on tight. He pushed my head back to his shoulder, and rested his chin on my head. His hand ran through my hair sending shivers through me.

"Brian, I have to be honest with you. This is all rather hard to believe. I've only ever had one real boyfriend. His name was Drew and we met during our first year at university. We were together for two years but eventually realized we made much better friends than lovers. He's probably my best friend now. I've been single since then, almost three years. I've been a fan of the Backstreet Boys for almost that long, and I've," he paused, before adding, "I've had fantasies about you." I was happy that he was being honest about his life, and I was curious.

"Were they good?" I asked.

He laughed. "Oh they were hot alright. But today I saw some of the real you. The crazy life you have, the fear and paranoia you must live with to protect yourself. I also saw this regular, down-to-earth man simply looking for love. I would very much like to know *that* Brian better!" I could feel my heart race as he said everything I'd been hoping to hear.

"Good," I said as I snuggled closer, and fell asleep feeling more content and safe than I ever had before.

Part 4

From somewhere in the back of my sleeping mind I felt the bed move and rolled over. I didn't know how I got there but I remembered Scott.

"Scott," I murmured.

"I'm here Brian," he whispered.

"Just checking," I said and fell back asleep.

I woke up early, feeling good. I was lying on something soft and warm. I opened my eyes to find myself wrapped in Scott's arms. I had no idea how we ended up here, but I didn't care. It felt right. I knew he would probably have a hangover from the night before, so I didn't want to wake him too soon. I carefully extricated myself from his arms and headed for the bathroom. Then I went out to the common room. Only A.J. was up, sort of.

"Morning, A.J." I said cheerfully. "Anyone ordered room service yet?"

"It's on its way, B." he said. He never quite woke up until his first cup of coffee.

"A.J. can I ask you something," I asked him seriously.

"Sure, Brian," he replied noting the serious tone in my voice.

"What happened last night? I mean, I fell asleep while Scott and I were sitting in the chair, and the next thing I knew, it was morning. Did you guys see us when you came back?"

A.J. looked sheepish. "Yeah, you two were still in the chair when we came in. I went to change and when I came out, Scott was here but you were in the bedroom." He stopped but I knew there was more to the story.


"Alright Brian, we asked Scott a few questions." He held up his hands to prevent me from yelling at him. "And before you get mad, Scott was very open about everything and I think I can say that we all like him. I hope you two can make things work."

I calmed down. It can be hard having four over protective brothers, but I knew they had my best interests at heart. Besides, A.J. said they liked Scott. I was happy. I decided to take a shower before breakfast and went back into my room.

Just as I turned the water off, I heard movements coming from the bedroom. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water.

I was standing beside the bed, smiling when Scott squinted up at me. He managed a weak smile and gratefully accepted the water and aspirin. I went over to my suitcase and pulled out some boxers and cargo pants. I returned to the bed, crawling up beside Scott. He rolled over and I leaned in to kiss his forehead. I whispered, "Good morning." My kisses then moved down to his rounded nose, angular cheeks and finally that sensuous mouth. I simply held him and continued to kiss every part of his face. Scott was almost falling back asleep.

I laughed softly. "You know, you aren't very good for the ego," I told him.

"I'm sorry," he replied and wiggled closer. "I haven't had a bad hangover since my first year of university. Now I remember why." He continued to run his hand over my bare chest, stopping at each nipple. He found the scar over my heart and traced it with a finger. I trembled slightly at the feeling.

I could tell the aspirin was beginning to work, and Scott looked up at me.

"Feeling better," I asked with a smile.

"Mmm-hmm. Be right back." Scott rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom.

I hopped off the bed and went to round up some breakfast. All the guys were up, and eating. I grabbed a tray and piled on some pancakes, juice, coffee, and tea for Scott. Kevin came over to me.

"Did you know that he carried you into the bedroom?" He asked thoughtfully.

"Really?" I was impressed. He was obviously very fit. I headed back to the bedroom, where I found Scott lying on the bed.

"I thought you had been a figment of my imagination!" he said as he propped himself up on his side. I set the tray down in front of him then sat down beside his knees.

"Sorry, you won't get rid of me that easily," I grinned. "Do you feel like eating something? I'm starved," I said, suddenly realizing how true that was. I grabbed a fork and speared a pancake. Scott looked over the food, but decided to start with tea. Probably still feeling a little nauseous.

"Kevin told me how you carried me in here and put me to bed. Thank you." I said sincerely and kissed him. He tasted of mint. "Mmm, minty fresh." Scott laughed.

I continued, "I slept like a log, as you probably noticed. How did you sleep?" I asked seriously.

Scott thought about it for a minute then looked directly into my eyes. "I think I slept better last night than I have in years," he said truthfully. Then added, "Of course it was probably just the alcohol and had nothing to do with the company."

"Hey!" I objected and poked him in the belly. There was a knock at the door. "Come in," I said, knowing exactly who it was.

Kevin poked his head around the door. "Morning Scott. Bri, we have to leave in half an hour, okay? They moved the interview up an hour." I nodded and Kevin left, closing the door behind him. Reality had once again set in. I looked at Scott, suddenly afraid. He set his cup down and met my gaze.

"So where do we go from here?"


As always, any feedback is appreciated.   Kenitra