Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 18:20:44 +0000
From: James
Subject: Boy Bands - On The Streets - Part 40

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)
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)
Jamie's Romance (Justin)
Brian and Me (Brian)
Kevin and Dustin (Kevin) <- I just read this one, and I can't wait till the
next instalment, I can't wait to see what happens!
Justin's Dancer (Justin, sort of!)
Tales of a Real Dark Knight (Lance)
Good Life (Justin)
Under Management (Lance)
That's it, I know there are more I read that I haven't mentioned, but I
can't remember them right now, sorry! Well, here's chapter 40...

On The Streets - Part 40

Last Time:

	It was as if they had never been there, except for the fact that our
bellies were full. Kevin and I sat down contentedly in the living room, and
stared for a moment at the opposite wall, both of us with our hands on our
stomachs. Finally, we turned to one another, and just grinned. We leant over
and kissed one another. I don't know about Kevin, but I almost groaned from
the amount of food I'd consumed and how it was now stretching my stomach
walls. We sat there for an hour or two, before deciding to go to bed.

Now, on with the story:

	On Thursday, I went to pick up the plane ticket from Justin, it was due to
leave quite early, I guessed because Justin wanted to see Britney before the
concert. Of course, now he wasn't going to see her at all, and I felt sorry
for him. I thanked Justin over and over again when I went to get the ticket
off him. He said it was nothing, and flashed me one of his toothy grins.
Kevin had told me about Justin's smile, and how it had become world famous.
While I didn't find Justin particularly attractive, especially not while he
was disapproving of something, when he was smiling, you could immediately
understand why so many teenage girls found him attractive. It was like his
whole face changed, and he instantly became far more handsome. Add to that
the fact that his face was obviously changing at the time, he was obviously
maturing still, and it gave him a very attractive aura. I knew I shouldn't
be thinking like this, especially not about someone who's married to someone
I consider a close friend, but I thought what the hell? I'm not planning on
sleeping with him!

	I had kind of an argument with Kevin that afternoon. I had told him in one
of our earlier sessions that he should never flirt with me during our
workouts, as it was my job to keep the guys fit, and I can't do that if he's
coming on to me all the time. Unfortunately he did anyway, and I got angry
with him. He stormed out, and sat in the changing rooms for about ten
minutes, before coming back out and apologising. I was still angry with him,
but I forgave him, and asked him not to do it again. He just nodded, and
joined in with the rest of the workout.

	The rest of Thursday went  by uneventfully, and Kevin and I went home and
had dinner together. I wasn't looking forward to tomorrow night: Justin had
been expecting to spend the night with Britney, so had booked his return for
Saturday, and apparently it was too late to change the ticket for a return
flight on Friday night. Kevin told me that he probably wouldn't make it back
home until Saturday morning anyway, so I should just stay up in Atlanta. I
reluctantly agreed, but I realised I might get longer to talk to Britney if
she wasn't busy anyway, so it might turn out to my advantage.

***

	Friday morning, I received a load of info from the management about the
interview I was supposed to be doing. It turned out to be for 'Fitness'
magazine. They would join me in the gym at 10:00, and it would be a one hour
interview. They would want some photos, and then I would be done. I would
actually be done for the day, after N'Sync cancelled their session, which
was handy.

	The interviewers turned up about 5 minutes early, and came into the gym. We
each sat on a piece of equipment, and they asked if they could look over my
workouts, diet sheets, that sort of thing. I handed them the papers I had
brought with me. Then the main interviewer, called Tom started asking me
basic questions, about who my clients were, what use I made of the
facilities here. They were surprised that I didn't use the gym with anyone
apart from the 98 degrees guys. I explained how with most of the people I
work with, fitness was the main aim. They are dancers really, and they need
to be as fit as possible, not necessarily as strong as possible. Tom carried
on, and wrapped up the interview portion about 10:45. The other interviewer,
whose name I never found out, set up a camera on a tripod, and asked me to
sit in various positions on different pieces of equipment. I was sitting on
the bench press with my knee pulled up to my chest, then leaning against the
squat rack, then lying on my back on a crunch mat, and I basically just
moved around the gym. Finally, he just asked me to pick up a dumbbell, and
do a few reps. I lifted the heavy weight, and lowered it, then repeated it.

	"Hold it there!" He shouted. I was starting to strain, but tried not to
show it as I grinned at the camera. "Ok, lower it." He said. He pulled out
one of the test photos I'd seen them do with me and Kevin on Sunday for the
Advocate shoot. "Hey, these are turning out pretty good, would you mind
signing something for us?" He asked.

	"Depends what it is?" I asked back.

	"It's basically just a release form. You see, we've already got permission
from your management to use your photos with the article, but we need your
permission if we want to use the photos anymore, and I was just wondering,
because these are so good, our editors might agree to put them on the front
cover."

	"Oh. Ok, I guess." I agreed, read the form quickly, and signed.

	"Thanks. Well, we're all done. Thanks for the interview."

	"My pleasure. Hope to see you again sometime, bye!" I said, and they left.
Kevin had agreed to take a couple of hours out in the middle of the day, to
run me home get some stuff packed, and get me to the airport in time for the
1:30 flight. At the airport, Kevin and I had to say goodbye. We were in the
VIP lounge.

	"You know, this is going to be the longest we've been apart since we met?"
Kevin asked me. We were just sitting side by side, our hands together. I
nodded in agreement.

	"It's gonna be so strange not having you with me in bed." I said to him.

	"Yeah, but have fun ok Jared? I don't want that little princess complaining
that you were moping around the whole time, you got that?" Kevin said. I
grinned at him, and we kissed a bit. There weren't too many people in the
lounge with us. Finally just before half past one, the announcement was made
for my flight.

	"Well, I guess that's me." Kevin and I rose to our feet together. We kissed
goodbye, I wouldn't get to see him for almost 24 hours, and I hugged him,
but then we had to break apart, and I had to board the plane. I walked down
the ramp and into the first class section of the plane. I settled in, and
looked out the window. As the plane started taxiing away from its starting
point, we went past the large windows of the VIP lounge, and I saw Kevin
standing there, with his hand on the window. I knew he couldn't see my face,
as the sun would be reflecting against the windows of the plane, but I put
my hand to the window, hoping he could see that. After a moment, I pulled my
hand away, and looked back. He had a grin on his face, and he was waving. I
smiled to myself and sat back into the plush seats, and dozed. The flight
was surprisingly comfortable. I'm not really a good flyer, but this was a
nice flight. We touched down shortly before three, and I walked off the
plane, and headed towards luggage pickup.

	There, standing in the crowd, I saw a girl wearing a bucket hat. Standing
in the middle of a crowd, wearing a denim jacket with the collar flipped up,
and a white t-shirt was Britney. She had actually come to pick me up. I
smiled when I saw her 'disguise'. But, considering the number of people
here, she must have felt kinda worried, what if she got mobbed? I picked up
my luggage off of the carousel, and walked over to her.

	"Hey." I said to her, careful not to use her name.

	"Hi. Let's get out of here." She said, quickly grabbing my arm, and pulling
me outside. The limo had been parked some distance away, as if someone saw
her getting in right outside the airport, there might have been an instant
riot. Since coming to America, I had learnt a thing or two about just how
quickly and violently the public could react to celebrities. She pulled me
over to the limo, and flung the door open, and jumped inside. I quickly
followed her. Once inside, she hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. "How
are you Jared?"

	"I'm good, thanks Britney. I didn't realise you were coming to pick me up
though?" I said to her.

	"Oh yeah, Kevin phoned up and asked if I could send a cab over to pick you
up. I told him I'd do one better, and came myself." I smiled at her.

	"So, how's everything going for the concert?"

	"Oh, great, everyone's absolutely ready, I think we've got it perfect." She
replied.

	"Cool." I replied. "So, where are we going now?" I asked her.

	"Well, I've got sound check in an hour, but you can hang out with the
dancers and everyone at the hotel if you want, and then you can come along
to the venue at 6, with the rest of them, the concert starts at 7:30."
Britney smiled at me. "I'm glad you're here. None of my family could make
it, and this is like the first real concert of the tour. It would be weird
not having anyone." I smiled back at her.

	We arrived at the hotel at about 3:30, Britney had to leave about 4:15 to
get to the venue on time. We went up to one of the suites her group had and
I sat down in the living room.

	"Where is everyone?" She asked. "Hello!" She shouted out. Suddenly four
doors opened, all leading onto the central living room.

	"Britney!" Came various calls, and then people started filing out. It was
quite funny to see, kinda like worker ants going to the queen. They all
started sitting around her on the chairs and couches laid out in the living
room.

	"Ok guys, I've got to go in..." she looked at her watch. "Twenty minutes.
So, do you think you guys can keep Jared here amused?" She asked them with a
smile on her face. "Jared, I'll just introduce you. This is." And she
pointed to the first one. "Amanda, Lucy, Catriona, Kathy..." Then she
pointed to the first guy. "Brandon, Brendon, Luke and Jake." She smiled as
she said the last one. I remembered the conversation from the previous
night, and looked over at the last guy she pointed to. So, this was Jake.
The guy she pointed to was shorter than me, maybe 5'10", he was quite slim,
dancer's build, he was wearing a wifebeater so I could see the cuts in his
arms. He had shortish brown hair, and greenish eyes. I smiled at him, as he
looked at me. And I could see his chest inflate, as he breathed in suddenly.
Then he released it in a sort of sigh. Whoa! This guy had it bad. I smiled
at him, and he stood up quickly.

	"E...Excuse me." He said and ran back to the room he had come from. The
others all started laughing.

	"Don't forget to wash your hands!" Luke shouted out. And everyone started
laughing again. The girls had tears running down their faces.

	"What's so funny?" I asked them.

	"Well, come on, it's so obvious he has a crush on you." One of the girls
answered.

	"Oh." Britney was laughing still.

	"He's got it so bad!" She said, still in hysterics.

	"Hey Brit." I said to her. "You wouldn't want me to tell them about your
secret crush would you? The one we talked about on the phone?" I asked her.
She knew I was talking about me still. Ever since Justin had told me about
that, I had it to my advantage, and I was milking it.

	"You wouldn't!" She said.

	"Oooh Britney's got a crush?" One of the girls asked.

	"Yep." I said smugly, not letting on who it was.

	"Come on then, tell us!" Another girl said.

	"No!" Britney said, vaulting over the table, and landing on me, and
covering my mouth with her hand. I stuck out my tongue and licked it. "Ewww!
Jared! Don't you dare tell them!" She said while rubbing her hand on the
side of her jeans. I just grinned.

	"Oh well, sorry, guess I can't tell you." The girls looked very dejected.
"Aww, look at them Britney, can't I just give them a clue?" I asked, with a
grin on my face.

	"No!" She said. Finally, she broke out in a grin. "I'll tell them!" She
said, I just shook my head. "I told Justin that I had a crush on Jared when
we first met." She said with a grin. Suddenly the girls started giggling,
and the guys started laughing.

	"See? We knew you had a lot in common with Jake!" One of the guys pointed
out. She just threw a pillow at him. They stopped laughing, and Jake came
out the bedroom. He sat down opposite me. Britney had to leave, but we all
sat around talking about different things. About quarter to six, we all had
to go down and get into the limo. Jake was a little too, well, I don't know
how to say it. He acted like that stereotypical gay person they always have
in poor quality soap operas. His wrists were always limp, and his voice was
a little bit too high. Oh yeah, and every time I said something, he giggled.
It was a strange mix, cos he looked like some 'All-American' jock or
something, but had this attitude which didn't really suit it, and to tell
you the truth, it was getting a little annoying. Especially as he carried on
touching my knee in the limo.

	"Jake!" One of the girls shouted to him after about 5 minutes in the limo.
This is after we'd put up with him for about 45 minutes up in the hotel. He
looked over at her. "Drop the act!" She said with a big grin on her face.

	"Huh?" Jake asked, seriously confused.

	"Drop the act Jake." Luke said to him.

	"What act?" He asked.

	"The one you think you're gonna win Jared with." One of the other guys
said. I hadn't worked out yet which one was Brandon and which one was
Brendon. They were both similar looking, and I hadn't been looking when
Britney pointed them out. Jake looked over at me when he said this. I raised
an eyebrow at him, but didn't know what he was talking about. Jake had been
sitting cross legged, right next to me, and leaning on me slightly. He moved
away and sighed, uncrossed his legs, and sat in a more comfortable position.
Then he leant his head over, sighed again, and rubbed his hand across the
back of his neck.

	"Fine. Shit guys, you don't have to be quite so nasty about it." Jake said
in a completely different voice.

	"Huh?" I looked at him with a look of surprise. His voice had suddenly
changed, and it was like looking at a completely different person. "What
happened?"

	"Jake has a bit of trouble picking up guys. From what I can tell, he
intimidates them a bit." One of the girls, Lucy, I think, said. "So, he puts
on this act, of what he thinks gay guys should act like." She continued.

	"Unfortunately he uses it regardless of whether the guy's attached or not."
Another one of the girls carried on. I looked over at Jake in surprise. Then
a smile passed across my face.

	"Oh, so you've been coming on to me all evening, that's what it was? I
thought you were sick or something!" I said with a grin. Jake started
laughing. He had a deep, throaty laugh, completely unlike anything he'd been
doing before, and I laughed along with him, and so did the rest of the
dancers. We arrived at the limo about another 10 minutes later. Jake was a
lot more personable without his act, and I have to say he was quite good
looking too, I'm surprised he wasn't attached. But then again if he puts on
that act with every guy he's attracted to, then it's not really that
surprising.

	Britney's concert was cool. I was sat in the sides, like I was at the
Backstreet concerts. I know I'm gonna sound really biased, but I think I
prefer Backstreet music to Britney music. Hers was a bit more wishy-washy I
guess, it sounded, how can I put it? Like a girl had written it. Anyway, she
worked through her songs. She was a really good singer, and she could
certainly dance about a lot. I just sat in the wings. Sometimes the dancers
would come over when they weren't needed on stage, and we would talk for a
bit. Jake was a lot more personable now that he dropped that act, and I
enjoyed talking to him, he told me how because this was like the second leg
of the US tour, and it was the first concert in this leg, they were going
out to a club afterwards. He was hoping I could join them. I told him I
wasn't sure, but I'd think about it. I didn't want to commit myself.

	The concert was over shortly after Jake invited me with him, and even with
the couple of encores that Britney did, she was soon off the stage. She sort
of slumped into my arms as she came into the wings.

	"Too tired, carry me." She said in a voice like a little girl's. I just
smiled down at her, then threw her over my shoulder. "Jared! Put me down!"
She started kicking her legs, and bashing her arms into my back, and all the
dancers around us were laughing, so were the stage crew. I took her to her
changing room, and sort of half dropped, half rolled her onto the couch in
there. She just huffed and stared at me, then smiled. She lifted up one boot
clad leg. "Please?" She had to be kidding. No, no she wasn't. "Please Jared,
my Mom normally helps me, but she isn't here." She pouted, oh playing the
guilt card, real mature. I grabbed the heel of the boot she had in my face,
and yanked as hard as I could. The boot came off, but unfortunately, so did
Britney, off the couch. I couldn't help but laugh as Britney stood up
rubbing her ass. The other dancers were coming in, well, the female ones,
and they started taking their clothes off.

	"Hey! Hey, guy in here! Can you at least wait until I'm out!" I shouted
out.

	"Jared, you're gay, it's not like we're worried about you being in here!"
Britney said.

	"Oh right, so cos I'm gay, you think I have no attraction to women?" I
asked them.

	"Well, yeah." One of the girls replied.

	"Ok then." I pulled a chair up. "I'll just sit here and watch if that's ok
with you." They paused for a moment, then it struck them.

	"Ewww! Perv! Get out of here!" One of the other girls shouted. I was
summarily discharged from the girls' changing room, and told to go wait with
the guys. I knocked on the door opposite, and was let in by one of either
Brandon or Brendon.

	"What's the matter?" Jake asked.

	"They threw me out of their changing room."

	"Oh, what happened, you admit that just because you're gay doesn't mean you
can't find woman attractive?" I nodded, and Jake started laughing. "Same
thing happened to me at the beginning of the tour. When will they learn that
a lot of gay guys still get turned on by women?" I sat down on the couch in
here. This changing room was actually neater than the girls' one. I thought
guys were supposed to be messy?

	About half an hour later, they were all changed, and it turned out that
they were all going out to the club afterwards. I was going to stay in, sit
around back at the hotel, go to sleep. Since I'd been with Kevin, my sleep
patterns had changed, and I was sleeping longer and longer. So, I got tired
around 10, 10:30 normally.

	We walked straight into the club, following Britney. I had experienced this
'star' status before with the guys, they just walked straight into clubs,
recognised by the bouncers, and just allowed straight in. The club we went
to wasn't as loud as I had expected - I could hear the music outside, but it
must have had very thin doors or something. In British clubs, the music can
be so loud that you can feel your lungs vibrating, and it literally pounds
into your head, but this place I could still hear the people next to me
talking. I had left my jacket in the limo which was waiting nearby, so I was
just wearing a pair of slacks and my tight black top, but I was still pretty
hot. We went and got some drinks first, and then went and sat on one of the
couches running around the edge of the dance floor. One by one, the dancers
joined in to the fray, their arms flailing wildly as they jumped and swayed
to the music. About 10 minutes later, only Britney and I left. Eventually,
she stood up, and pulled me onto the dance floor, to join in. It was a kind
of free-for all, no one was really paying attention who they were dancing
with, though I kept an eye on Britney. I was probably being a bit
overprotective of her, but I liked her, and I was just looking out for her.
An hour of dancing got us all hot and a bit sweaty, and we took a break, and
got some more drinks.

	Perhaps I should explain something now. I can't handle alcohol. I know, you
would've though with Irish and Italian blood in me, that I could take my
liquor, but no. After a couple of pints of beer my head is swimming, and
after a bit more, I can't focus, and all sense of rational thought goes out
my head.

	A latin sounding dance tune came on, and I pulled Britney up onto the dance
floor. I did about three years of latin dance when I was at school, and I
loved when latin songs became more popular in clubs, as I could mix club
dancing and latin dancing, and I thought it looked pretty cool, loads of
people I knew really admired the footwork I could do. It was handy that Brit
was a good dancer, as she imitated what I was doing, and we looked pretty
damn good, even if I do say so myself. We were probably a bit closer than we
should have been, but hey how else can you dance the samba?

***

	Another hour or so later, I noticed it was almost two, and Britney said we
should go back to the hotel, and we could carry on with our little party
there. We all piled into the limo, and we were throwing stuff around, and
drinking from the minibar. We'd picked up balloons from somewhere, and we
were batting them around. It was only after I caught one did I realise that
it wasn't a balloon, but a blown up condom. I passed it on, and we were
playing volleyball from side to side of the limo. Finally, the limo arrived
back at the hotel, and we all ran inside, as it had started raining.

	"Oh my God! Brandon I can't believe you did that!" He had stolen one of the
porter's hats from off his head as we ran through the lobby. I finally had
the hang of which one was which, even in my drunken state, and I was
laughing along with everyone about what he'd done. We got to Britney's
floor, and we were all so hyper that we carried on running through to the
suite, and we all jumped over the couches, or jumped onto the table in the
girls' case. Someone turned on some music loud, and we started dancing on
the spot to it. I had never done anything like this. When I was younger, I
was so engrossed in my education, and sports, that sort of thing, I went
straight to work, and now, although I was 27, I was partying along with the
rest of them, and having the time of my life. I was just a bit drunk by now,
and someone was passing around some bottles from the minibar, and these
weren't those stinky little bottles, there was a 2 litre bottle of vodka
going round, and I took a couple of swigs from  it before passing it on. It
burnt the inside of my mouth quite badly, and I could feel it burning its
way down my throat. As I said, I don't drink very much. We were still
dancing, and that's when Jake started dancing with me, well, I felt Jake
dancing with me. You see he'd come up behind me, and was now grinding his
denim-clad crotch against my ass, so what did I do? I turned around and
joined him. His jeans were so tight, and I was so hot that I could feel each
throb of his cock on my leg, or hip, or against my own cock. That's when it
happened. He grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me. And I enjoyed it.

	"Hey!" Britney suddenly pushed Jake backwards. Unfortunately I was holding
onto his waist, so I fell on top of him. "What do you two think you're
doing?" That was the last thing I remember doing before waking up the next
morning.

***

	I woke up the next morning, and smacked my lips together, I could taste
that vodka, or something I'd drunk the night before on my lips. It still
felt like it had scalded my throat, and I couldn't open my eyes because my
head hurt so much. Every part of my body ached, and every time I moved my
head, it started spinning. I lifted my head off the bed slightly, and opened
my eyes, but the light pouring in the window made me shut them again
quickly. I could feel Kevin's head resting on my chest, and I smiled to
myself. When had Kevin come up here though? I forced my eyes open again, and
the sunlight again hurt my over-sensitised nerve endings. I looked down, and
there was a shock of blond hair strewn across my chest. I moved it aside and
there she was...Britney.

	What did I do last night? What happened, oh shit. I know I got drunk, but
how far did I actually go? I can't remember past Jake coming onto me. I had
to get up. I could feel my breathing getting faster, and I didn't want to
wake Britney. So, I lifted her head gently, the shock of finding Britney
asleep on top of me had sobered me up and got rid of that hangover. I laid
her head down onto the pillow, and slid out completely. I heard her murmur
as I removed myself from her grip, but she didn't wake up. Finally, I was
out of the bed. Then, I pulled on my clothes from last night, and checked my
pockets, there was my wallet, the plane ticket, some other stuff. I walked
out into the living room area of the suite, and saw how everyone had crashed
out here. All the girl dancers, Jake, Brendon and Brandon, who were once
again indistinguishable. That did it, that meant Britney and I must have
gone into there to be alone. Why? Why the fuck did I do this? Oh God, I
can't believe I'd ever do that. Kevin. What would Kevin do? I couldn't tell
him this, but then he didn't deserve to be with me, not now, not after I've
done this. Kevin was right, sex is nothing to me. I left the suite, and
exited the hotel. I caught a cab to the airport, and used the plane ticket
to get back to Orlando. I couldn't go back to Kevin, but at least they were
slightly more familiar surroundings. What was I gonna do? Where was I gonna
go? Oh Kevin.

End of Chapter 40
TBC...

Ok, now for all those people who sent me emails, I told you something big
was gonna happen, so, how's this for big? I can't remember the last story I
read where it wasn't the boyband member who cheated, and I actually can't
remember any story where they cheated with a girl! So, here's a new one for
the archive. I hope everyone's still reading, especially after such a big
twist. A lot of people didn't get responses to their emails from the last
chapter or the one before, and that's because there were so damn many! I'm
sorry I threatened everyone at the end of Chapter 38, I won't do it again,
but please don't everyone write at the same time again, it filled my inbox,
and I couldn't possibly respond to everyone. I hope everyone enjoyed the
chapter.