Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 16:08:34 -0500 (EST)
From: bsbkarma@iname.com
Subject: Show Me The Meaning...ch.7 (boyband)

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characters, and situations are all fictional. This story does not
represent and/or meant to imply to the sexuality of any real persons.
This story contains homoerotic relations between consenting adult
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"Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely"

 Written by Karma
 Edited by JR

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 ~ Part 1 ~ "Nights Of Light"
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 ~ Chapter 7 ~

     He stood nervously behind a couple as they chatted with the
hostess. The repetitive sounds the background music clashing with
the clinging of silverware was edging he's nervousness even more.
     'What am I suppose to say to him?' He thinks to himself.
     "Sir your party?" the hostess asks, staring at the very familiar
looking man. He was quite handsome and appeared clean cut,
dressed in a simple but, finely tailored dark suit.
     "Oh, I'm sorry I was just...uh, a party of two. Robert and
Alexander McLean.
     The woman smiles brightly as she her runs a finger down the list
"Ah, here you are, McLean 4:00 p.m. The other Mr. McLean has yet
to arrive. I can show you to your table, or if you wish to wait here."
     "Yes, I'll wait here. Thank you."


     Stepping closer to Kevin, Ricky devilishly asks, "So...how good
are you?"
     "I guess you just have to wait and see." Kevin responds just as
 devilishly. "What about you? How good are you?"
     "Well..." Ricky says looking a little sheepish.
     "You have done this before, right?"
     Ricky gives him the cutest innocent schoolboy look.
     "Ricky! This was your was idea. " Kevin laughs.
     "I know a little something.... sorta --but how hard can it be? Just
get it in the hole, right."
      "Just get it in the hole?" Kevin just shakes head in silent
laughter. "There is skill involved."
     "Ah, come on, Kev! Take away the ball and it's just walking.
Besides I hoping you would teach me how to play."
     "Well those are some pretty damn expensive walking sticks you
got there." Kevin tugs at the large golf bag Ricky was carrying as
they approach the parked carts.
     "And they also double as excellent lighting rods too."
     "Okay, just promise me you won't go out walking in a storm."
     "Yes, sir I promise." Ricky jokes, acting like a child being
scorned by an adult.
     Which in turns causes a funny look spread across Kevin's face.
"Ricky never ever refer to me as a sir ever again. The guys do that
sometimes....and it just makes me feel..." him squints, pouting
"well...old."
     Ricky lightly rubs on Kevin's shoulder.  "Hey now, if you're old
than I'm old too, because we're the same age. But, I did take my
vitamins this morning so..."
     "Didn't check your blood pressure?"
     Ricky removes his hand for a second to snaps his fingers. "Darn!
I knew I forgot something."
     "Don't forget the little blue pill." Kevin giggles as they put their
bags on the back of the cart.
     Ricky turns to him lowering his voice "According to what I felt
the first time we kissed, neither of us will need Viagra for many
many years to come,"
There was this sexy twinkle in Ricky's eyes.  It was almost enough to
make Kevin want to carry the man back to his hotel room, and show
him just how much he could make them...
     "Come on, Kevin.  Let's get this thing started." Ricky said
hopping into the golf cart.
     Kevin eyes widen before reality crashes in, 'Oh, yeah, golf. We'll
 play...golf. Geez snap out of it man and take it slow, give it time.'
 Kevin gets into the passage side.
     Ricky giggles, "You're kind of cute when you're in deep
thought.... what were you thinking about?" He had that look again.
Kevin couldn't help but to smile at Ricky flirting. 'Like you don't
already know...Why are you teasing me so in public where I can't do
a damn thing about it?'
     Playing along with the little cat and mouse game, Kevin
seductively asks, "What do you think I was thinking about?" Ricky
simply answers with a toothy grin.


     "...And I told you that Mr. Martin signs nothing without his
lawyer seeing it first." Diva said firmly in to her cell phone. Driving
down a highway Howie gazes over the irritated Latin beauty. It's
been less then ten minutes since they left the airport, and she's had
three calls.
     "Okay how about this..." Diva says lending back smoothing out
the wrinkles in her shirt. "You fax the papers to our Atlanta office. I
will be there tomorrow. I'll take a look it and will get back to you
then. Thank you good-bye." She makes sure to turn off the ringer
before putting away the cell deep into her purse. "Grrr!" she protests
pulling at her long dark hair.  "Why must these people keep calling
me. 'Can to do this Ricky, can Ricky do that and blah, blah, blah.  I
try telling them I'm basically a second level press  rep. not a genie
that can make him be in two places at once."
     "But see you're the PR person they always see with him, so they
figure you have more clout over what he does. Therefore they call
you first."
     "Yeah, I guess so. Enough about business! I have six hours, well
seven if there's a delay, until my next flight.  Right now I just wanna
spend every second with you.  Is that all right with you?" She teases
sweetly while squeezing Howie's forearm. Diva curls up in the seat
and places her chin on his shoulder.  Careful not to take his eyes off
the road, Howie manages to give her a quick kiss.
     "How can I complain about a beautiful woman wanting to spend
time with me."
     "Did I ever mention, with me, flattery will get you everywhere!"

     AJ absent-mindedly swirls the remaining salad in his bowl
around.  He stares out of the window at the light rain falling down,
watching and waiting.  Its been nearly an hour since he arrived and
there was still no sign of his father.Within hearing distance, two
middle age couples were having conservation  that sparked AJ's
interest.  One couple had been raving about their child's
performance in a school play for over a half hour.  Meanwhile, the
second couple showed a polite interest through  they seemed to be
growing a little weary of the conservation.  AJ other the hand didn't
mind it.  It brought warmth to his broken heart.  Their undying
praise reminded him of his mom.  AJ started his acting career at a
young age.  No matter how small or cheesy of an role he got his
mom was always there and proud of him.  When other kids picked
on him and deemed  him weird because of his hyper creativity.  It
was his mom that assured him that there was nothing weird about a
person who wasn't afraid of being his or her self. Thinking about his
mom brought a small smile to his face. But his smile wouldn't last
for long.  AJ felt a tap on his shoulder, it the woman who had
showed him to his table.
     "Pardon me, but I have a phone message for you, from Robert
McLean." She says as she hands him a note.  AJ reluctantly takes
the note and reads it.

     I'm sorry Alex but something came up.
     I promise to make it up to you soon,
                     Bob.

 AJ shakes his head and clinches the note in his fist. 'De ja vu. I
should have known he would do this.  Just one time, why can't he
just be here for me  one time?'
     "That message was from your father, right?" the woman asks,
sounding very sincere.
     "Yeah," he says forcing a small smile. "And I'm guessing you
know who I am, and about my situation."
     The woman takes a seat across from him. "You haven't exactly
kept your relationship  with your father a secret AJ."
     "I think secrets are terrible. Besides I'm awful at keeping them."
The two laughed and the woman, Allison  introduced herself to him.
The pretty green eyed girl had became a Backstreet fan only a few
months ago but seemed to know a lot about them. They chatted
about music and the boys' upcoming tour until Allison's boss
reminded her to get back to work.
     "I think I extended my break for too long.  I better go before they
have a hissy fit." She rolled her eyes.
     "I should get going too. It's been nice taking with you Allison."
     "And it's been unbelievable talking with you AJ.  My friends are
gonna flip out when they hear about this." They stand to go their
separate ways.
 Allison stops and calls him. "Hey, AJ!" He turns around. "I just
wanted to say, speaking as a person who's grown up without any
parents....sometimes your true family, is the one you pick." AJ gives
her a friendly hug.  Allison watches the teen idol walk away.

     "Aright this time I'm going to do it. I'm gonna hit it!" Ricky
takes a swing. Like many times before he misses and curses under
his breath. It was a funny, yet cute scene to watch.
     For the countless time Kevin dodged the clumps of grass as they
flew by. "Oh my God, the sky is falling!" he jokes. Ricky didn't seem
as amused.
     "Very funny--Not!  Will you please help me here?"
     "First of all you're position is off, here let me show you." Kevin
walks around behind Ricky. "Stand up straight with your feet a little
farther apart." He whispers as he pushes lightly at the man's lower
back helping him stand more erect.  Kevin could smell the sweet
scent of his hair as he got closer bringing his arms around Ricky's.
Kevin places his hands over Ricky's and carefully guides them.
"Now tighten your grip on the club." Kevin says tightening his own.
"Now pull back and follow through." With Kevin assisting
 Ricky takes a swing striking the ball. They watch the ball soar
through the air. "I guess all I needed was a little guidance." They
play a few more holes.  Ricky still needed help from Kevin every
now and then.  Kevin of course didn't mind, it was a good excuse to
touch him. Ricky didn't seem to mind either.
     "I think with a little practice and with you acting as my coach of
course, I could turn pro."
     "Or at least take on Howie."
     "Why do I get the feeling that Howie is really bad? " Ricky pouts.
     Kevin puts arm around Ricky's shoulder, "Ah come on Tiger
wannabe, I'm taking you out to a victory dinner."
     "Why, Kevin you're the greatest coach ever."
     "And that's why I get 50 percent of all your earnings."

     As Diva looked out the window she called out for Howie.
Stepping out outside his door  Howie saw his friend slumped on the
front porch.  Aj turns around at the sound of Howie's footsteps. He
looked so unlike himself, not just because he was dressed so
unusually toned down . But because he never look so heartbroken in
his life.  "D, I'm sorry I interrupted you guys. I can talk to you later."
He starts to get up, but Howie tells him it's okay and motions for AJ
to come in.
     "He was a no show, huh?" He and AJ sit down on the couch in
Howie's living room.
     "You knew he wouldn't come didn't you? You tried to tell me but
I... well, anyway you were right." AJ says hanging his head low.
     "AJ, I wish I wasn't right."  Any other time Howie would had
rubbed it in, but this wasn't one of those times. In fact he wished all
long that Bob would prove him wrong, and at least attempt a
relationship with AJ.
     "I don't understand it Howie, he called me. I thought it would be
 different this time. That my father actually wanted to know me." AJ
fights back the tears forming in his eyes. He refused to cry over his
deadbeat father.  With a swift move of his hand he wipes his eyes
and straightens up, to a more macho pose.  "But fuck him right?  It
doesn't matter, I'm a grown man.  He's never been there for me.
And I don't need him now."  Howie could see through AJ's act, but
he didn't know what to say.  Luckily Diva walked in.
     "Hi, AJ! Can a girl get a hug?"
     He stands to hug her. Joking that Diva was trying to pinch his
butt he replies," Hey, watch yourself now girl."
     "Oh you wish!  I was thinking, why don't you go out with Howie
and me tonight."
     "I don't think D is into the threesome thing."
     "I'm being serious! Hang out with us, forget about your troubles."
     "Na, I don't want to be the third wheel."
 Howie walks in-between them and wraps an arm around each them.
"You won't be in the way.  Maybe the other guys will join us too."
     "Okay, but only if Nick and Brian agree to come too."
     "Good, I'm gonna go call them now." says Howie. He kisses Diva
on the cheek and whispers in her ear. "Thanks for thinking of my
friend."

 TBC...