"Get Ready...Tonight...Gonna make this a night [love] to remember."  by Shalamar

My Kinda Guy
A Love To Remember
Chapter -- 2
by JT Poole and Nicole Brown

New York, NY -- Bellevue Hospital -- JT's ICU Room -- Dec. 30, 2004 (Early Morning)


Why did this have to happen to me?  Am I marked for bad luck or what?  What am I going to do now?  The doctor says I can't continue to work in my current occupation without causing problems for myself down the line.  All the hard work I put into making a name for myself with this, and now all of that is going down the fucking drain.  Damn it all to hell.

Ten years, ten fucking years I've put into my career, and now I have to let it all go.  The fuck I will.  I'm not going to stop doing what I'm good at.  I'm not going to let a few gunshot wounds stop me from doing my job.  I've been shot before and I'll probably get shot again.  I'm going to leave Jive and get my company started and go from there.  I'm not going to end up being the actual but of Brian and AJ's joke that I'm only with Kevin for his money.  If I submit to what the doctor is saying, I would have to survive off of him.  That's not going to happen, not as long as I have strength and energy to move.

"Good morning baby."  Kevin says, walking into the room carrying flowers, a heart balloon and a teddy bear.  "How is my husband doing this beautiful morning?"

"I would be doing just fine if I wasn't in this damn joint."  I tell him, lying back down in bed.  "When did the doctor say I could leave here?"

"Baby you can't leave yet; you're not better."  He says, sitting next to me, lying the items he brought on the bedside table.

"I fell just fine.  The only thing wrong here is I'm tired of the shit that's going on.  I need to get out of here and go home."  I tell him, getting out of the bed and walking towards the door.

"Baby where do you think you're going with your ass out like that?"  He asks, pointing at the back of my gown that was open.

"I'm going to find the doctor so he can sign me out of this joint."  I tell him, opening the door, looking out of the room and down the hall.  "Once I get out of this place I'm going back home and get my company started."

"Your company?  Baby you can't do that.  What about your health, your body?"  He asks, standing up now.  "You can't do that, I...I won't let you jeopardize your health again."

"Don't worry about my health Kevin, I'll be fine.  I've been doing this for far too long, I'm not going to quit now and you can't stop me."  I say, glaring at him as I spot Nick and Justin walking down the hall.

Justin's POV

I haven't been able to sleep for the last few days now and I don't know why.  I thought it was because of all the drama that was going on with Nikki and her babies, but that's over now and I'm still not sleeping regularly.  My sleeping habits are not improving and I grow restless day by day.  Now that JT has been shot and fell into a coma and all, I thought that was another reason, but that's over with now since he's awake and walking around.  It could be Nick's sister BJ.  It could be my anger that's keeping me awake because of the way things went down with her when we asked her to be our surrogate.  I so much want to have a family with Nicky, but with the way things are going, I don't see that happening anytime soon.

I'm not going to worry about any of that right now; I'm basically concerned with Kevin and JT.  Last night JT kicked all of us and I mean all of us, including Kevin out of his room after the doctor had talked to him about his condition.  I think he's upset that the doctor believes it would be in his best interest if he quit being a security guard.  This is the second time that I know of that he's been shot and the first time was a dozy for all of us.  I guess the second time is a dozy too since I can hear Kevin pleading with JT as we approach the room.

"What's going on guys?"  I ask them as me and Nicky walk into the room.

"Are you two arguing?"  Nicky asks, looking between Kevin and JT.  "You two are arguing.  What about?"

"He wants to go back to work."  Kevin says, turning away from JT, his tears streaming down his face.  "He wants to die and leave me here all alone."

"What?"  I ask, looking at Kevin and then JT.  "JT you don't want to die.  Do you?"

"I'm not going to die because I go back to fucking work!"  JT shouts at Kevin, turning around again, anger written across his face.  "I want out of this place and now!  Get the doctor in here and tell him to release me or I'm going to snatch the IV line out of my arm!"

"JT stop!"  I shout at him as he looks at me, that look that says get the fuck out of his way.  "Never mind, I'll go get the doctor."

"That's right get him in here so he can get this shit off of me, I want out of this joint!"  JT shouts, knocking the tray off the tray table.

"JT please calm down, you're scaring me."  Nicky says, trying to pat JT on the back.

"Don't touch me!  I want out of this place and now!"  JT shouts as the doctor, a nurse and an orderly walk into the room.

"Mr. Poole calm down.  We need you to get yourself under control."  Dr. Westin speaks, walking over to the bed, pulling out a syringe and injecting the contents into JT.

JT was raging mad.  The look he had on his face was one of anger and fear.  I knew he was mad about what was going on, but I don't know what he was scared of.  I don't see what's so bad about having to rest and relax.  I think that's what him and Kevin need right now since they haven't had any pertinent alone time since BSB started that short promotional tour looking for new acts and what not.  We all know that JT needs a break from protecting us.  When he's around us, he acts as though no one else is capable of doing a good job at protecting us.  I love him and all, but I wish he would take a step back, take a look at what's really happening and then let someone else take over what he's doing before its too late.  I don't want to see him hurt any more than he is now.

"What the hell did you just inject me with?"  JT asks, falling back on the bed, fast asleep.

"Doctor what did you give him?"  Kevin asks, sitting next to the bed, rubbing JT's hand.

"I gave him something to make him sleep and calm him down."  Dr. Westin tells him, writing some things down in JT's chart.  "He should sleep for the next few hours."

"Is it alright if I stay here with him?"  Kevin asks, standing up besides the bed as the orderly pulls the covers over JT's body.

"Sure Mr. Richardson.  Just let him sleep this off.  I feel he needs more rest than this."  Dr. Westin states, placing the chart back at the foot of the bed and walking towards the door.  "You gentlemen have a nice day."

"Kev I think we need to go outside and talk."  Nicky says, giving Kevin a scared look.

"Talk about what Nick?"  Kevin asks him.

"This Kevin, this."  Nick says, walking out of the room.

"Okay he's pissed."  I say as Kevin gets up and I look over at JT one last time before I walk out of the room too.

15 Minutes Later -- Down in the Cafeteria

"What is it you want to talk about Nick?"  Kevin asks, sitting down at the table.

"I'm scared that JT is going to hurt you."  Nick blurts out, watching Kevin's expression.  "You saw how he was up there.  He could have hurt you when he knocked that tray off the table."

"He's not going to hurt me Nick."  Kevin replies, taking a sip of his soda.

"He didn't hurt you now Kevin, it's just a matter of when he will hurt you.  You see he has a bad temper still.  I'm scared he's not going to care if he hurts you or not.  When he's mad like that his rage is off the charts."  Nick explains.

"JT has never physically hurt me Nick, not on purpose anyway."  Kevin says as Nick and Justin both turn around to look at him.

"What do you mean not on purpose Kev?"  Nick asks, placing his soda can on the table.  "Did he hit you and tell you it was an accident?"

"No he hasn't hit me Nick.  Stop looking at me like I'm crazy.  I just told you he's never hit me on purpose.  Do you think he's that crazy?"  Kevin asks him.

"Kevin I don't think you can take JT in a fight.  You know how he hurt D..."  Nick trails off.

"That's not the same thing Nick and you know it.  JT has never raised his hand to me in anger or anything.  He accidentally hit me one day while he was moving things around in the house and he bruised my side.  That's the only time he has touched me in a non-sexual way.  Satisfied?"  Kevin asks him as he gets up from the table and walks over to the windows.

"What about the time you had those bruises on your wrists?"  Nick asks, standing up and walking over to Kevin.

"Those?  Those where handcuff marks from our sex role play."  Kevin answers him as Nick starts blushing.  "We like to play `cops and robbers'.  I told you that we get kinky when we want to."

"I-I guess you do."  Nick says as Justin laughs behind them.  "What are you laughing about baby?"

"I'm laughing at the look on your face baby.  When he said, `cops and robbers' your face went totally red.  It's funny as hell."  Justin replies.

"Well since you two think it's so funny...oh never fucking mind.  I was only trying to look out for you damnit.  Since you find this so amusing, don't come running to me after the damn fact when something happens to you Kevin."  Nick says glaring at Kevin and then walking out of the cafeteria.

"Kev don't worry about him right now, he's just scared that JT's going to hurt you in his angered condition.  I'll go talk to Nicky; you go check on your husband."  Justin tells Kevin, patting him on his back and walking away.

Brentwood, CA - The Muniz Home - Almost Lunch

"Hello handsome what are you doing out here?"  Aaron asks, walking up behind Frankie and kissing him on the neck.  "I missed you next to me."

"Oh you did, well I know how to remedy that."  Frankie says, turning around in Aaron's arms, kissing him full on the lips.  "How's that?"

"Wow."  Aaron says as he pulls Frankie closer to him again and the two kiss.

"Hey you freaks; break that shit up damnit!"  Justin Berfield, Frankie's co-star on `Malcolm in the Middle' says walking out into the backyard.

"Yo' man what are you doing here?"  Frankie asks, giving Justin a high five as he got closer.

"I came out to check on you man.  I heard about that shit Jane Carter did to you two.  Just wanted to make sure my two buds were doing just fine after that."  Justin says, hugging Frankie, then Aaron.

"We're somewhat okay."  Frankie replies, wrapping his arms around Aaron and kissing him on the cheek.

"Oh?  What's wrong?  Having family problems?"  Justin asks, sitting down on top of the table.  "Are Frank and Denise giving you two grief?"

"No man, mom and dad are treating us respectful for once.  They have gotten over the initial shock of me being gay."  Frankie states, sitting at the table next to Justin.  "Christina is the one giving us the crap since she's dating one of those `Christian Followers' that's trying to make her follow in the right path to God."

"Oh that's just fucking great.  I hope no one told her about me."  Justin says, shaking his head.  "I'll go to jail for slapping that ho if she bothers me."

"Justin!"  Frankie exclaims.  "She might be crazy, but she's still my sister."

"Yeah and I'm glad she's yours and not mine.  I would have to beat a ho down."  Justin says, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Man you started that again?  I told you to give that shit up."  Frankie says, taking the cigarette from Justin and throwing it on the ground.

"Look lover boy, you have a boyfriend there to smoke, for us single gay guys, I have my cigarettes."  Justin states, smiling as Aaron starts blushing.  "Chill out kid, you still cool in my book."

"Yeah I do have a boyfriend, and I think we can find you one too.  I hear Jesse McCartney is gay and he's single again."  Frankie mentions, standing up.  "I also hear that David is on the prowl again."

"I don't want a ho like David Gallagher.  Are you crazy?  Any guy that sleeps with David turns into a ho."  Justin says, lighting up another cigarette and taking a drag off of it.  "David is like the last person I would want to let near my ass."

"Okay well you can always try Jesse.  Give him a call.  I am quite sure he would like to hang out with you."  Frankie tells him, pulling out his cell phone and handing it to him.  "He's speed dial number five.  Go ahead, call him."

"I'm not going to call him right now."  Justin replies, pushing the phone back into Frankie's hand.

"Well I say call him before someone else or possibly David gets to him."  Frankie says as he smiles at Justin and the three of them walk towards the house.

New York, NY - Bellevue Hospital - JT's ICU Room - 2 Hours Later

"Hey baby."  Kevin says, sliding closer to the bed to hold JT's hand.  "How are you feeling now?"

"I feel, I don't know how to explain it, I feel like someone has knocked me down with a truck."  JT responds, trying to sit up, but for some reason couldn't.  "My head feels like bricks."

"It's probably the medication baby trying to work its way through your system."  Kevin replies, rubbing JT's hand.

"Where is everybody?"  JT asks, rolling over to see me fully.  "Is it dark outside?"

"No it's still light out baby."  Kevin answers him.  "So far that I know, everyone's back at the hotel.  I just left Nick and Justin about twenty minutes ago."

"What're they up to?  Were you guys having sex or something?"  JT asks, as Kevin frowns.

"No we were not having sex.  I was talking to mom while they did whatever it was they were doing."  Kevin replies, trying not to say something to upset JT.

"So did you and Justin ever make up?"  JT asks, looking at Kevin.

"Make up?  What do you mean baby?"  Kevin asks.

"Before all of this started, he was upset about something you did.  Is that straightened out now?"  JT asks.

"Well none of us have been together since then.  The rules were, we don't do anything unless the other was around."  Kevin says, smiling at JT as the naughty look he had on his face.  "We can't do anything, you're not around baby."

"Yeah right baby, I know what's going on.  If you and Justin want to get freaky, you have my permission."  JT says, closing his eyes.

"No baby, I'm not going to do nothing like that while you are not around, that would be totally wrong.  Making Justin happy right now isn't my concern, you are."  Kevin says, leaning over the bed rail and placing a kiss on JT's forehead.

"Well I want you to know that I'm sorry for making fun of you that day.  I shouldn't have done that baby."  JT breathed out.  "I am quite sure we have all had a moment of weakness like that."

"I don't remember any times since we've been together that you've done that."  Kevin replies.

"You have a faulty memory baby.  Remember that night we went out with Brandon and his friends?"  JT asks, opening his eyes again.

"Yeah baby, I remember it somewhat.  Why?"  Kevin asks, trying to remember the events of the night.

"Remember we were kissing in the hallway and we couldn't get our room door open fast enough and I came before we made it to the bed?"  JT asks, trying to refresh Kevin's mind of that night.

"Oh yeah I remember that, but you know what I remember most?"  Kevin asks, looking at JT with a naughty grin.

"What baby?"  JT asks, perking up a little bit now.

"I remember the candles, the wine, the music and that hot tub."  Kevin says, rubbing his hands together.  Are we going to Houston anytime soon?"

"I don't think Brandon wants to see us anytime soon.  He's too busy spending time with his new husband and trying to raise his son.  I don't think the two of us showing up would keep his happy life with Jamie pleasant right now."  JT  explains.  "If we go to Houston, I can assure you Brandon won't be around."

"Well we still can have fun without him."  Kevin laughs, kissing JT again.

"Give me some more."  JT says, reaching up to pull Kevin back down to him as the two men share a passionate kiss.  "You've been drinking grape soda."

"Yes I have been."  Kevin answers, nipping at JT's bottom lip.  "It's almost time for you to get dinner."

"Yeah great, like I want hospital food.  I would rather have something from Giovanni's.  Baby could you go get me something from Giovanni's please?"  JT asks, smiling at Kevin lovingly.

"What would you like from Giovanni's?"  Kevin asks him.

"I want the Chicken Alfredo, wait I want the Parmesan Chicken with...wait, I want the...why don't you just surprise me baby."  JT says, not being able to make up his mind of what he wanted.

"You want me to go get it right now or do you want it later?"  Kevin asks, kissing JT's hand.

"I would like it at your earliest convenience baby."  JT replies, turning around as someone walked into the room.

"Hello gentlemen."  Dr. Westin says, walking over to the bed.  "How are you feeling Mr. Poole?"

"I feel a little bit better now that Kevin's here with me."  JT answers the doctor.

"Well that's good to hear."  Dr. Westin says, picking up JT's chart and flipping some pages. 

"I'm I going to be alright doctor?"  JT asks.

"You are going to be fine as long as you take things easy for the next few weeks."  Dr. Westin states.  "The damage to your body is healing and everything else is looking great.  This could have been the big one Mr. Poole but it wasn't."

"So you are saying there's nothing wrong with me?"  JT asks, pulling himself up in the bed now.

"I'm not saying that at all Mr. Poole.  What I am saying is that you need to take it easy.  The test we have run show that your heart is in getting back to a healthy condition..."  Dr. Westin explains as Kevin interrupts him.

"So he's going to be alright then?  We can get back to normal?"  Kevin asks.

"He's going to be alright if he takes care of himself."  Dr. Westin replies.

"I feel a `but' in there somewhere."  JT says, looking at the doctor.

"Frankly JT you're going to have to start taking care of yourself if you want to keep your heart in a healthy condition.  I feel in order to do that, you might need to change your current occupation."  Dr. Westin says, flipping some more pages in JT's chart.  "You don't need to put yourself in risky situation that can cause problems for your heart."

"So what am I supposed to do with the rest of my life doc?"  JT asks as his tears fall from his eyes.  "I'm only 32 years old.  I think I'm too young to retire."

"Well if you want to live to a ripe old age, I suggest you change your occupation, if not I fear you will leave us sooner than you want to."  Dr. Westin states as there's a knock at the door.

"Well hello.  How are you this evening?"  Ann asks, walking into the room.

"Hi mom, what are you doing here?"  Kevin asks, getting up to go hug his mother.  "I thought you were going back to Lexington."

"I'm not leaving here until I know that both of you are doing okay."  Ann replies, looking at the doctor and then JT.

"Well I'm going to be okay Ann, just don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life."  JT says, looking down at the bed.  "I guess I've protected all I'm going to protect."

"Maybe it's time for someone to start protecting you darling."  Ann says, patting JT on the shoulder.

"She's right baby; its time for me to start protecting you."  Kevin says, sitting on the edge of the bed as the doctor witnesses the whole thing.

"I don't need a protector, I can protect myself.  You two make it sound like I'm helpless or something."  JT says as Kevin kisses him on the top of the head.

"I know you're not helpless baby, but you need to take some time and get some rest.  You need to let me look after you and not the other way around."  Kevin says, wrapping his arms around JT not caring that the doctor was in the room.

"I take it you two are in a relationship together."  Dr. Westin states, watching the things transpire between Kevin and JT.

"We've been married now for almost a year now."  Kevin replies, kissing JT quickly.  "I love him soooo much."

"Yes I see."  Dr. Westin says, smiling as Kevin starts blushing as Ann was shaking her head.

"To keep things on track, have you asked him yet Kevin?"  Ann asks, looking at Kevin.

"No mom, I haven't asked him yet."  Kevin responds, looking down at me.

"Well since you're slow, I'll ask him while I'm here."  Ann says, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.  "JT how about you coming to stay with me while the guys finish up the tour when you get released?"

"Well I was planning on going back to our house in Orlando and staying there for a bit."  JT says, not looking at Ann.

"But you will be in that house all alone.  Why not come out to Kentucky with me?"  Ann asks.

"I don't want to be a burden to you or anyone else.  I can take care of myself.  I'll be in Orlando."  JT says, still not looking at Ann.

"Well if you see it that way."  Ann says, patting JT on the shoulder.  "The offer still stands.  If at anytime you want to come out to Lexington, I'll be waiting."

"Well I thank you Ann, but I think I can get along just fine; I don't think I need a caretaker yet."  JT replies as someone knocks on the door.

Nikki's POV

"May we come in?" I said, smiling at Kevin and JT as I carried CJ into the room. D followed closely behind me leading Joshy by the hand since he refused to be carried anywhere anymore. As soon as he saw the two of them he broke into a huge smile, clamoring to be held by Kevin and "his" JT. "We're on our way to take D to the airport, but I wanted to come by and check on you two again since we had to come this way anyway. And D wanted to say goodbye too, so here we are."

"Come on in girl," Kevin said, smiling at Howie, who was busy greeting Ann Richardson as he hugged me. "You remember my Mom from the wedding right?

"Of course I do. Hi Mrs. Richardson," I said shyly, smiling at the older woman briefly before I returned my attention to Kevin, who was busy trying to get CJ to smile at him again.

"Hey little man. How you doing?" Kevin asked softly, grinning at CJ and making silly faces at him.

CJ stared at Kevin for a few seconds before he took his hand out of his mouth, grinning briefly before turning his face into my shoulder. Of the twins, he had always been shyer than his little brother, so Kevin took it in stride, kissing him briefly before he acquiesced to Josh's demands for attention. I smiled at the doctor and Kevin's mother, carrying CJ over to the bed where JT sat watching us in silence.

"I really came here to say thank you for bringing my heart home to me again," I explained softly, turning CJ around to face JT. "You know that I love you for this right? I-I know that you're being here is my fault, so I just wanted to tell you that if you ever need my help, all you have to do is call."

"Girl, this is not your fault," JT said firmly, smiling at the two of us. "My being here had nothing to do with you. If you want to blame somebody, blame that punk ass Simon and whoever he was working with for my being here. I'm just glad that I got this little one back for you. Hey CJ."

CJ smiled around his finger at JT, releasing the hold he had on me and extending his arms to JT. To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of the century, try to hide it though I may. Ever since he had been released from the hospital, the only men he was comfortable with were Howie and Tony. He wouldn't even let Justin and Nick hold him, which had caused just a bit of tension between me and Nick, who was convinced that I was making the situation worse by not letting other people who loved CJ hold him and comfort him. As much as I tried to explain that CJ was distrustful of men in general because of the kidnap, Nick just ended up leaving the room in a huff.

Something else for me to worry about, I thought briefly until JT touched me to get my attention.

"Nikki, the only thing I want you to do is go take Howie to the airport and then go back to the hotel and rest," JT stated, his expression grave. "You know you're going to have a hectic few days coming up, so just try to rest as much as possible... and let the guys help. You are still pregnant so you can't do everything yourself. Besides, you can't protect him from everything."

I opened my mouth to argue, but seeing how content CJ was in his arms made me rethink the way I had been handling the situation. Was CJ really afraid—or was he reacting to the fear he sensed in me whenever someone would try to take him? Looking at him lying so peacefully in JT's arms gave me an answer that was becoming my own jagged little pill to swallow. Seems Nick was right... and I have an apology to make as soon as we get back to the hotel.

If I don't stop this he's going to be scared for life, I thought as I went to pick CJ up. He came to me, but it seemed that he was reluctant to leave JT... almost as reluctant as I was. We said our goodbyes and headed back downstairs to the car, my mind racing as I considered everything that JT had just told me. Howie could see I was seriously pondering what he'd surely overheard JT say, so he left me alone until we got to the airport, content to talk to the boys in hushed tones.

We buckled the boys into their double stroller, holding hands tightly as we made our way through the terminal at JFK behind a wall of security guards. Since JT had been forced to retire, Craig had taken over as our security liaison, and it seemed as if he wasn't taking any chances with our safety. He had assigned two men to be the boys' personal security, and just to be on the safe side, he had also assigned me a personal guard, which made me rather nervous, but oh well.

"Hey Mrs. You gonna be okay?" Howie asked as we sat waiting for his flight to be called. We had decided that I would stay in New York with Tony since Michael's funeral was only two days away, and that Howie would go check on Tabu and come back in time to escort me to the funeral. I was having some second thoughts about attending, especially given how much Phyllis hates me right now, but I would go if Tony wanted me there.

"I guess so," I replied, not bothering to try sounding convincing. Howie could read me like a book, so there was no sense in my trying to fake like I was actually looking forward to my coming ordeal. "I'm just now looking forward to this stupid funeral. I hate funerals."

"I know you don't want to do this... but it will be over before you know it and we can get on with our new life," Howie whispered softly. "Besides, Joey will be right there with you, and I know he'd kick the shit out of anybody who tried to hurt you."

"I know," I said with a grin at his fairly accurate summing up of how Tony would kick serious ass to protect me if need be. My smile faded though as I began to worry about something else. "I'm just not looking forward to seeing Phyllis and dealing with her histrionics. I know she's going to say something to piss me off, and I don't want to have to show my pregnant ass at a funeral."

"No showing that ass unless I'm present," he quipped, making me giggle before his expression turned serious again. "Baby, if you really feel uncomfortable going, then you need to tell Joey. I'm sure he'll understand."

"I know he will..." I replied just as the airport announcer called his flight. As the four of us walked slowly towards the gate, I am worrying nonstop about this funeral. I don't want to go, but I promised Tony, so I'm stuck.

When we finally arrived at Howie's departure gate, he knelt in front of the boys, kissing both of them goodbye as they talked to him. He stood up and held out his arms, waiting for me to come to him. As we hugged each other tight, I was struck anew by the idea of being separated from my husband for any amount of time. In the year since our wedding, we had only spent about five days apart, so I was dreading this separation.

"I love you Licia," Howie whispered as he held me. His arms tightened around me and I realized with a smile that he was suffering from separation anxiety just as much as I was. I kissed him again, lingering on his lips as we held each other close and then pulled apart, resting his forehead on mine as he rubbed my belly. "Promise me that you'll do what JT suggested and get some rest. I know you're afraid, but the boys need to get used to being around the rest of the guys now. Nick and Justin love CJ and Joshy as much as you do, so let them help you."

"I will... I promise," I said solemnly as he picked up his bags and, kissing me one last time, proceeded down the ramp to board. He turned and waved one last time before he disappeared onto the plane. I looked down at my sons, who were both now fast asleep. I nodded at our bodyguards, who reformed a wall around me as I headed back to the hotel where I knew I had some friendships to mend.

Lance and Carson's Home - The Living Room - Early Evening

"How are you feeling baby?"  Lance asks, pulling Carson closer to him and placing a kiss to his lips.

"Hey baby."  Carson says, kissing Lance passionately on the lips.  "I feel tired still.  How long did I sleep for?"

"You've been on this couch since we got home last night baby."  Lance answers him, kissing him again.  "You woke up to take a pill around eleven and then you went back to sleep."

"What!  I didn't get up this morning to take my meds?"  Carson asks, getting a little bit upset.  "I didn't take my noontime meds either?  Why didn't you wake me baby?"

"You looked so peaceful baby; I didn't want to disturb you.  You looked like you needed the sleep, so I let you get it."  Lance answers, getting up, standing next to Carson hugging him.

"But I don't need to get behind on taking my meds Lance."  Carson says, almost hyperventilating.

"Carson calm down.  You took your meds last night before you went to sleep.  I don't think missing this morning and this afternoon will throw things out of whack."  Lance replies, kissing Carson again.

"Well you were wrong baby.  I have to take my medicine!"  Carson shouts, walking into the kitchen.

"Baby please calm down.  You don't need to get upset over this."  Lance states, walking into the kitchen to see Carson standing next to the refrigerator beating his head up against the wall over and over again.  "Baby stop that!"

"I need to take my meds, I need to take my meds!"  Carson screams, beating his head on the wall faster now.

"Carson stop before you hurt yourself again."  Lance says, pulling Carson away from the wall.

"No Lance stop!"  Carson shouts, pulling away from Lance and going back to the wall again.  "I need to take my meds, I need to take my meds!"

"Let's take your meds."  Lance says, leading Carson into the downstairs bathroom.

New York, NY - The Soffitel - JC's Room - Late Evening

"What the hell are you doing here?"  JC asks, opening the door to see Steve, Joey's brother standing there.

"I had to see you Josh."  Steve says, grabbing JC and pulling him into his arms, placing a passionate kiss to his lips.

"Stop that!"  JC shouts, pushing Steve away from him.  "You can't kiss me!"

"Josh you know I love you, why are you doing this to me?"  Steve asks, looking at JC with pleading eyes.

"I don't love you, you were just a distraction.  I told you that already Steve."  JC replies, turning his back to Steve.

"You are lying Josh, I know you felt something for me.  I didn't believe you then and I don't believe you now."  Steve says, tears falling from his eyes now.  "You must have felt something for me to give yourself to me the way you did."

"I told you Steve, I was only with you for one reason and one reason only and you know what that is."  JC replies, walking over to the bed and sitting down.

"I don't truly believe you were using me to make Joe jealous.  He married you damnit.  You should have married me instead.  I love you, he doesn't.  His mind is on other things and other people, not you damnit!"  Steve shouts, jumping on the bed next to JC, pulling him close and kissing him.

"Get off of me Steve!"  JC shouts, trying to push Steve off of him.  "No!"

"No?  No?  You tell me `No' after you make me love you!  Like hell you will tell me no damnit!  I love you Josh and you're not going to get away with it!"  Steve shouts, struggling with JC trying to get his clothes off.

"Stop it Steve!  Stop it!"  JC screams, still struggling with Steve trying to push him off of his body.

"I said you were not going to get away with it!"  Steve shouts, slapping JC across the face.  "We are going to make love!"

"No Steve!  I don't wanna..."  JC screams, getting slapped by Steve again.

"Shut up Josh!"  Steve shouts, slapping JC again as he got JC's shirt off.  "Oh God I just love how defined your chest is."

"Steve stop...please stop!"  JC shouts again as Steve raises his fist, but JC stops moving.

"Don't hit me again.  I'll do what you want Steve, just don't hit me again."  JC states, closing his eyes as Steve pulled off his pants and his boxers and started kissing him again.

"Josh I love you so much.  I just love the way your body looks.  You are so damn hot."  Steve says, lying on top of JC, kissing him again.

"Just get it over with."  JC says, tears sliding down his face.



I don't know any of the members of «N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned.  I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay).  This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that.  This is for entertainment value only folks.