Date: Sun, 07 Apr 2002 09:11:09 +0000
From: James
Subject: Boy Bands - On The Streets - Part 32

I don't know the Backstreet Boys, or N'Sync, nor is this story meant to
imply anything about their sexuality, their private lives or their life
choices. Please don't take any of this seriously, it is just a story,
nothing more. Nothing in this story is real, it is the product of the
author's imagination. That's enough disclaimers I think...

Now some suggestions, seeing as everyone else seems to be doing it. My
favourite stories are:
Forever (Kevin)
Jamie's Romance (Justin)
My New Life (Lance)
JC's Hitchhiker (JC)
Get Another Boyfriend (Kevin)
Whiplash (Kevin)
Blind Date (Lance)
My Surprise Romance (Lance)
Josh and Just (Duh!)
Lottery Winner (Joey)
That's it, I know there are more I read that I haven't mentioned, but I
can't remember them right now, sorry!

On The Streets - Part 32 - Friday nights come but once a week.

Last Time:

	"You sure?" I nodded. He smiled again and leant over and kissed me. "Cool.
Anyway...I was also wondering, have you thought anymore about what you're
gonna be doing this week? I mean I can take you into the studio if you'd
like to, you can watch me work?" I paused, then looked up at Kevin with a
smirk on my face. "Ok! Ok! I know that would be a bit boring, I meant if
you've got nothing else to do." Truth is, I didn't. I knew my way around
Orlando fairly well now, but that really didn't help me much, there was
nothing I particularly wanted to do around here that could take up enough of
my time. But, I had a plan, you see, I still felt like Kevin was giving me
the world and I wasn't giving anything back, so I knew what I was going to
do - at least for the first week - I was going to give Kevin the ultimate
romantic experience - a kind of thank you that was the best thing I could
do. It was all gonna happen Friday evening, and trust me some of the stuff I
had planned was gonna take a lot of time to prepare.

Now, on with the story:

	The guys had interviews at the studio that week, they wanted to talk to the
guys about the new album, and they wanted to talk to the other members about
Kevin.

>>>Nick's Point of View<<<

	I've got a stupid interview after lunch, we've only been in the studio for
a morning of work and they're already taking us out to answer questions for
some stupid reporters. I walked into the media room after lunch, and saw
some mean looking guy setting up his camera. He looked like Kevin when he
scowls, if his face had been hit by a truck. Then I saw the reporter sitting
with his back to me. I cleared my throat, and the photographer looked up. I
prayed that he would look back down as quickly as possible - when I said he
looked like he'd been hit by a truck face on, I wasn't kidding. I looked
over at the reporter as he stood up, and I stared. Wow - if they had picked
guys who are opposites to work together, then they succeeded with these two.
The guy who walked over to me and offered me his hand, well, he was
incredible. He had the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen, if they had
been any brighter they would have been luminous. He had a perfect, straight
nose, dimples in his cheeks, and the most gorgeous cleft in his chin I have
ever seen. His black hair was combed back, and it contrasted with his eyes
so much, it looked almost weird, but he pulled it off, getting an instant
rise from my crotch. I just shook my self out of it long enough to shake his
hand. He asked me if I would sit down so that we could begin. The
photographer guy started taking pictures almost immediately, and the
reporter shouted at him.

	"Max! Quit it! Just sit down, you can take some pictures once we're
finished." He cast a disapproving glare at the reporter, then stomped out
the room. "Sorry about him, he doesn't like doing this sort of work much."
He looked down at his notes for a second. I watched him with raised eyebrows
for a second, before he looked back up at me. "Oh no, I didn't mean it to
sound like that, I meant, I mean, he prefers non-human subjects." That made
more sense. I mean who wouldn't want to take pictures of me? Don't worry I'm
kidding.

	"It's ok, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" I asked him. I know he
already told me when he shook my hand, I couldn't remember it though, I was
lost in his eyes at the time.

	"It's Bergin Thomas, call me Berg though." He smiled at me. He was so
handsome when he smiled. "So, I guess we'd better get started with this
right? I suppose you want to get back to recording." He said. I nodded, and
he started with the questions about the new album. A little later, he moved
onto Kevin. "So, how do you feel about Kevin being gay and all?"

	"I'm absolutely fine with it, as long as Kevin is happy it's all good with
me." I smiled at him sweetly. This guy was straight as an arrow, I could
see, I had been flirting the whole time, and he said nothing.

	"And what about the rest of the guys, how would you gauge their reactions?
To Kevin and ... Jared getting together?" He looked up at me expectantly.

	"Everyone was absolutely fine with it, everyone in the band accepted their
relationship." I smiled again.

	"But, Brian, he said that he spent a long time getting used to the idea of
his cousin being gay and being with another guy?" He looked at me with a
confused expression, but I could tell he was being smug. I had forgotten
that Brian came in before me, and he commonly didn't stick to the proper
answers.

	"Well, maybe, he spent a little while getting used to it, but I guess it's
a lot of info to get over, your cousin's gay, and he's with another guy."
Berg nodded and looked over his notes.

	"So tell me exactly, how do you feel about gays in general." He said
quietly. His voice had dropped slightly, and he looked up at me through his
eyebrows. I just smiled, shrugged and shook my head. I had put on what a lot
of people had said was my sexy smile, kinda pouty, with lips upturned at
either end, I hoped he noticed. When I looked at his eyes again, he had an
intense gaze fixed on me. "So, you gay?" I couldn't believe he just asked me
straight out. He sat up in his chair, and shut his notes. I hesitated for a
second, but I think a second too long.

	"I...I..." I started, but I couldn't form the words in my mouth.

	"Shhh." He stated simply. He came over and pulled me to my feet. He ran the
back of his hand down the side of my face. He was slightly taller than me,
and he looked down at me. His other hand ran down my forearm. He leant
forward and kissed me. He deepened the kiss, and I moaned as his tongue
snaked into my mouth. He felt so good, his strong lips, his passionate
embrace, his powerful arms as they wrapped me up. I remembered talking to
Jared about finding someone I really cared for though, and this isn't what I
was looking for. I pushed him away. "What?" He asked as he stumbled back
into his seat.

	"I'm sorry, I don't want it like that."

	"Really?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Judging by the bulge in your
pants I'd say this is exactly how you want it."

	"Look, Berg, I'm not looking for that, I don't want some quick fuck ok?" I
said, getting angry at this guy. "I think we're done here, oh and if you
report this shit, then you'll never have a job again, I'll make sure of it."
I wasn't sure whether that sounded like a threat or not, but he sat back in
his seat, pretty stunned. I walked out the door, running into Max the
photographer who was on his way back in. "Get out my way." I shouted at him,
then walked off down the hall. The other guys all went in to see him and
came out ok, I guess he didn't make passes at them! Kevin was last in there,
and spent longest. I guess he was hot news in the music world at the moment.
He was antsy to get home to Jared, I don't think he liked leaving Jared
alone at home already, I mean Jared has only been there for what 3 or 4
weeks? It must seem pretty strange, but I guess their relationship is kinda
strange.

***

	A few hours later.

	Finally, getting home from that studio. We hardly got anything done cos of
that damn reporter. I hope tomorrow will be better. Once I got to my
apartment building, I noticed a car parked outside with someone in it, but
couldn't see who. I hopped up the stairs to my apartment feeling kinda down,
I had that a lot these days, it used to feel good when I got back here, my
own place, my bachelor pad, but now, it was just an empty hole, somewhere
else for me to curl up and be alone. About five minutes after I got into my
apartment though, the doorbell rung. I opened the door a fraction, there had
been a lot of assaults on people in their homes in this area recently, so I
was more careful. When I looked out, I saw those two perfect blue orbs. Then
I remembered who they belonged to. Damn why did such a handsome guy have to
be such a jerk?

	"Mr. Carter?" I opened my door the rest of the way.

	"What do you want?" I asked, leaning on my door post.

	"Ummm, I wanted to, well, you know, speak to you?" He started. "And,
apologise, for today, I mean."

	"Fine, apology accepted, good bye." I turned and slammed my door shut, but
it smacked against something soft, and I heard a yell.

	"Shit!" I turned and opened the door again. Berg was there holding his hand
and tears were running down his cheeks. He looked up at me pitifully.

	"Oh, I'm sorry man, I didn't realise, I mean..."

	"Hey, it's okay." He said, though I heard him start to sob as he held his
hand painfully. He started to walk away, well, sort of stumble and walk. I
did just slam a heavy wooden door on his fingers, I guessed it would hurt.

	"Berg, please, come inside we can get some ice on that." He scowled at me
for a second, then slumped his shoulders and walked past me into my
apartment. "The kitchen's on the right." I mumbled as we walked in. He
turned and I followed to help him with his hand. He sat down at the table,
and I went over to the freezer for some ice. Wrapping it up in a towel, I
went over and gently took his hand and placed the pack on top. He jerked
away, but I held him in place as he got used to the cold. As his arm
relaxed, I loosened my grip. "I'm really sorry." I said as I sat down
opposite him.

	"It's ok, it's my fault really. Listen the reason I tried to stop you from
shutting the door was because I wanted to explain. What I did today, well,
it wasn't me. I don't know how to explain it but, I don't normally act like
that." His voice had dropped to almost a whisper. "See normally when I'm not
working I'm quiet, and not very confident. But when I'm working, I fake it,
I put on this confident facade, and hope I can keep it up. I don't know what
happened, I was acting on personal feelings, but it was like I was still
thinking like a reporter. I let my personal feelings get in the way of my
work. I'm so so sorry, and I want to assure you that nothing of what
happened in there will ever come out." I looked at him a second, then
smirked. He noticed it, and he had a bewildered expression on his face, then
realised what he said. "No, I didn't mean it like that, I meant it won't
come out as in it won't be public, not...oh you know what I mean." He shook
his head and smiled back at me.

	"Yeah I do Berg, and I want to apologise too."

	"You? What for?"

	"For how I acted in that interview. I shouldn't have gone along with you
kissing me for so long, and I shouldn't have threatened you or got angry. To
tell you the truth, that threat I used - I'll make sure you never work again
- I wouldn't even know where to begin to make sure that came true." I
smirked at him. He smiled and then he put on a straight face.

	"Oh, well in that case, I might be able to catch the presses." He said as
he stood up. "Just think: Nick Carter - Queen of the Backstreet Boys - what
a great headline!" He stood and started for the door.

	"What? You bastard!" I shouted at him. He turned once he heard that, and he
had a big cheesy grin on his face.

	"Hey! I'm just kidding!" He said and he chuckled. I stood for a moment in
shock, then shook my head and chuckled too.

	"Don't do that again! God, I almost had a heart attack!" I said to him.

>>>From Kevin's Point of View<<<

	I hated doing that interview, do they really think that just because I came
out I'm gonna start waving a rainbow flag and shouting out how gay I am? I
just wanted to get home and sit in front of the TV and then go to bed and
sleep. I pulled into my driveway, and got out my car. It was raining. I ran
to the door, trying to pull my jacket around my head, but getting soaked in
the process. I unlocked the door, and put my coat on the hook to the side.
It was warm in here, Jared must have turned the heating up a bit, nice of
him.

	"Honey I'm home!" I've always wanted to say that! No answer. Humph. I
walked through to the kitchen, and I could smell it, it was gorgeous, it was
the most incredible smell I've ever smelt. I pushed open the door, and I
realised why Jared didn't come running when I called (not that I actually
believed he would come running!) - he was pulling a dish out of the oven
with a rack of lamb on it. That was what smelled so good. It had a tinge of
mint, a splash of wine. I could smell it all, it was incredible. "Jared!" I
said loud enough for him to hear over the washing machine which he had
running, and the pots bubbling on the stove. He turned and smiled at me,
then put the dish down, and came over and kissed me on the lips. When he
pulled back, I think he saw the confused look on my face.

	"What?" He asked.

	"When did you become the perfect little househusband?" I asked, not quite
believing what Jared was doing - he'd obviously done the washing, he was
cooking dinner...then I looked around, everything was clean, no I don't mean
clean, I mean spotless. He had cleaned everything, even the copper pans
above the stove which had been gathering dust for the past couple of years.

	"Sorry, I just, I guess I got a bit bored. I didn't do anything upstairs, I
just started cleaning stuff up down here, and then when I saw I still had a
couple of hours left until you got back, well I started making food, and
washing stuff!" He just apologised for cleaning our house? I went over and
pulled him into a hug.

	"You really don't have to do this Jared, I don't want you doing this
please? As nice as it is to come home to a clean house, I don't want you
doing all this work, it's not fair." He looked at me sceptically.

	"What? You're kidding me right? I clean the house, and now you're telling
me I shouldn't have done it? I don't believe you Kevin." He threw a
dishcloth at me, and walked into the living room. Oops. I followed after
him, the lamb dish looking extremely tempting sitting on the counter.

	"Jared?" I asked as I entered the living room. He was sitting on the couch
watching television. "Jared?" I stood behind him, and knelt so that my head
was close to his. "I'm sorry Jared." He turned and looked at me. Then I
heard what he was watching, it was a DVD we'd had burnt of all of our music
videos. He was watching 'Everybody'. I took my eyes off the screen, and
looked back at him. He was staring at me. "Why are you watching this Jared?"
I asked.

	"I'm sorry Kevin, I shouldn't have blown you off in there like that. But
you've got to get where I'm coming from. I'm at home all day, what do you
expect me to do?" He asked me. I frowned for a second.

	"I understand, but Jared, I want this to be an equal relationship. I can't
be home like this, I can't clean up around the house, cos by the time I get
home, like now, I'm tired. I'm sorry, but couldn't you just, well, I don't
know, look, when you come in with me tomorrow, cos we've got a training
session, could you go along to the head offices? I think they might have
some other fitness jobs for you. How does that sound?" I looked at him
pleadingly. I prayed that he would accept another couple of jobs, and then I
wouldn't feel so damn guilty. It's weird, I lived with Kristin for 3 months,
and she wasn't working at the time. I never felt bad about coming home to
our house when she'd cleaned it. He nodded slowly, and I smiled. Jared stood
up and walked around the couch.

	"So, my man's tired huh?" He said, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I
smiled, and leant in to kiss him again. Just then his eyes went wide. "Oh
Fuck! The potatoes!" He let go of me and ran into the steam filled kitchen.
I just shook my head and followed.

TBC

End of Chapter 32

I hope everyone liked this chapter more than the last one! I mean, come on,
I know it was a bit on the shit side, but at least tell me it's on the shit
side!