Date: Wed, 13 Oct 1999 03:07:54 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Bob and Zac: Scotty engages the engines - Chapter 3 & 4

Part 3:

	Scott's eyes closed slightly as the boy approached, and the moment
seemed to go in slow-motion. The boy was wearing khaki cargo pants with a
tight camouflage T-shirt and pitch black winter boots visible under the leg
of the pants. The shirt clung to his torso like a second skin and revealed
his slender stomach and slightly defined pecs. In his right hand, he
clutched Scott's necklace with determination. His azure eyes glowed faintly
in the dim spotlight and his long brown hair hung freely around his
slightly tanned face His lips shone too much for it to be simply saliva, so
Scott guessed that it was some sort of lip gloss or chap stick. As he got
closer, Scott could see his lips to be nearly as full as Zac's and his
eyelashes to be quite long, but totally natural.

	A quiet sigh escaped Scott's lips before he could stop it. If Scott
wasn't sure of his sexuality before this moment, than he was totally sure
of it now. Scott could feel a warmth fill his entire body as the boy
approached the stage and looked up at him with eyes glowing and lips
slightly parted. Scott regretted wearing tight jeans, as he could feel his
penis begin to fill with blood and stiffen slightly as he stared
hypnotically at Josh.

	The boy forwent the stairs and simply pulled himself up onto the
stage, Scott taking that time to note the the muscles tensing in Josh's
arms, and stood up to face the sixteen-year-old guitarist.

	Josh extended the necklace toward Scott and Scott reached slowly
forward and took it from him and put it back around his neck, never taking
his eyes off the young boy in front of him. He saw the corners of Josh's
lips begin to curl upwards and...

	"Yes!" Scott thought to himself, as Josh smiled that great smile of
his again. Scott could have easily died happy at that moment.

	He was interrupted from his reverie by the boy's sultry voice,
cracking slightly with puberty, saying, "I...I rushed home and did as much
homework as I could, before coming here. I just couldn't keep your necklace
and, besides, I really wanted to come anyway."

	Trying to hide his now almost-undeniable lustful fever, Scott
cleared his throat and said, "I'm glad you decided to show, Josh."

	Josh took a step back and giggled, Scott's favourite smile growing
in size, "Why are you blushing?"

	Scott quickly put his hands up to his cheeks and felt the fierce
heat in them. If he wasn't blushing before, he was certainly blushing now
as he let his arms fall to the side again and said, "Umm...I'm not. We just
came in from the outside, that's all."

	Scott had never felt so hot before and he knew that all Josh had to
do was look down and Scott's whole world could, very well, come crumbling
down around him. Still, he felt glued to the spot and couldn't tear his
eyes away.

	"Oh." Josh replied. He, too, seemed as if he was glued to his spot.

	Scott actually had to clench his fists to avoid reaching forward
and grabbing Josh in his arms, kissing him like in the movies, so powerful
was the urge.

	Then, the unthinkable happened...Scott saw the boy's eyes slowly
gaze downwards. He could almost feel Josh's eyes staring at the sizable
lump at the front of his pants. He could imagine the disgust that must be
brewing in his mind, threatening to cause him vomit. As if speaking in
Josh's thoughts, Scott thought, "I knew this faggot had a thing for me!
That's why he invited me to this concert! All he..."

	"Scott?"

	Scott's pseudo-thoughts were interrupted and he looked to see
Josh's eyes now on him again. However, rather then a look of disgust, Scott
could see that same sweet smile on the boy's sexy lips. A genuine smile and
not one of mocking.

	"Yeah? What do you want?" Scott found himself replying.

	Josh cocked his head slightly and, gripping his hands together in
front of him, asked, "Why did you invite me here tonight...honestly?"

		As Scott looked into the almost aqua-coloured pools in from
of him, he could see that Josh knew the truth, but was either confirming
his suspicions or hoping for a reasonable doubt.

	He wasn't sure if he knew before he came in, as Bob and Zac had
predicted, or whether Scott's stiff boyhood, which happens occasionally to
most guys anyway, had given it away. But he wasn't quite sure what to
say. He really didn't want to lie, but the truth might cause more harm than
good. He turned to look behind him and saw, standing in the shadows, Zac
Hanson stood, with arms crossed, and smiled and him. At that moment, Scott
finally realized just what it was that his little brother had found so
appealing about the fourteen year-old drummer.

	Turning back toward Josh, Scott smiled as warmly as he could, took
a deep breath and said, "I wanted you here, Josh, because I like you. A
lot. I know I've known you for, like, fifteen minutes, but ever since I
first saw you, I really wanted to get to know you better and..."

	Josh shook head the entire time and, finally, Scott had to stop
and, slightly frustrated, inquire, "What?"

	Josh smiled, "I don't put much stock in mushy gushy shit,
Scott. Just tell me straight...Am I making the biggest mistake of my life,
or are you hot on me?"
	Scott didn't really know how to respond; This wasn't really how he
imagined it was going to be. He simply shrugged and said, "No."

	Josh cocked his head again and repeated questioningly, "No?"

	Scott sighed, "Ah, to hell with this...."

	Unclenching his fists, he reached forward and grabbed Josh in his
arms. Before the long-haired boy could respond, he leaned forward and
pressed his lips against Josh's as best he knew how and kissed him as
passionately as possible.

	After five seconds, Scott pulled back and smiled, letting the boy
go. "There!" He exclaimed.

	Josh stepped back a bit and sighed, "Geez...."

	Scott nodded and smiled, "Yeah."

	Josh looked at Scott inquisitively, "So?"

	"So what?"

	"Scott?"

	Scott smirked, "What?"

	Josh smiled, "Could you do that again and, this time, don't dig
your nails into my hip?"

	Scott laughed, "You're such a bastard. Why do you have to be so
unromantic?"

	Josh shrugged, "I dunno. Why do you have to be so cute?"

	"You think I'm cute?" Scott replied.

	Josh nodded, "You think I'm unromantic?"

	Scott nodded, "This isn't really how I pictured it would go."

	"Well, how'd you picture it would go?" Josh inquired, smirking, his
arms crossed across his sexy chest.

	Scott shrugged, "I dunno. I'm give you my lines and you'd smile and
say how sweet..."

	"Scott?" Josh interrupted.

	"Yeah?"
	"That was a rhetorical question."

	Scott smiled, "I know."

	"Then why'd you say anything?" Josh asked.

	"I dunno."

	"God dammit!" came a voice from behind them.

	Scott and Josh turned to see Zac standing behind them with a sneer
on his face.

	"Would you two just shut the fuck up and kiss already?!" Zac
yelled.

	Scott and Josh both turned each other and smiled, then leaned in
and kissed, wrapping their arms around each other. Scott pulled
absent-mindedly at Josh's shirt as he clutched his back and held him
against his own hot body. Scott had never kissed another guy before, but it
seemed to come so naturally to him that he just let his body go into
auto-pilot.

	His tongue extended and pressed through Josh's parted lips,
drinking up the sweet saliva of the sexy boy in front of him. Soon after,
he felt Josh's own slimy morsel enter his mouth and wipe over his teeth
like some erotic toothbrush.

	After what seemed like an eternity of passion, Scott finally pulled
back slightly and said breathlessly, "That was amazing."

	Josh blushed slightly and, panting, said, "Yeah. I'm so glad you
didn't lie and give me some shit about how I was invited because I had won
some freaking..."

	"Josh?" Scott interrupted.

	"Yeah?"

	"Shut up."

	"Okay." Josh giggled.

	Scott let the boy go and stepped back, saying, "The doors open in a
half an hour and I still need to change."

	Josh smiled, "Are you inviting me back to your dressing room?"

	Scott paused for a second, before shrugging and saying "Well, I am
now."

	With a nod, both boys scurried downstage and through the curtains.

	"That's right!" Zac called after them, "I'll just stay here and
make sure everything is set up myself!"

	With that, Zac began idly toying with Bob's drums for a few
minutes, before straightening up and announcing to nobody in particular,
"Ah, screw this! If they have time for a quick fuck, then so do I!"

	Running the way that Scott and Josh went, Zac called, "Bob! Oh,
Bobby boy!"


Part 4:

	Scott slammed the door behind him and quickly clicked the lock
shut, before turning to face the young boy now standing in his room.

	Josh was peering around the room and, after several seconds, turned
to face Scott and said, "So, this is your dressing room? It's kinda small,
ain't it?"

	"Yeah," Scott laughed, "like you've ever had a dressing room!"

	Josh smiled and put his hands on his hips, "Well! Now who's being
the bastard, hmm?"

	Scott's smile faded and he shrugged and said, "I'm sorry...I just
don't really know what to say in this circumstance?"

	Josh walked forward and put his hand on Scott's hip. Gazing up at
him seductively, he licked his lips and said, "I thought we established
that you don't need to say anything."

	Scott turned around, causing Josh's hand to fall from his hip, and
said, "I...I just don't think that any sort of love can develop if you're
not willing to talk to me!"

	"Whoa now!" Scott heard him say, as he felt a hand on his shoulder,
"Who ever said anything about love?"

	Scott spun around, "What?"

	Josh shrugged, "Scott...I'm straight."

	Scott blinked, his mind hardly able to comprehend what was just
said, "You...you...What?!"

	Josh reached out and took Scott's hand. Scott was too shocked to
resist. Looking up at him with his blue jay eyes, Josh stroked Scott's hand
and said, "I'm straight...but it's cool to fool around with other
guys. You're a cute guy, Scott, and I'd love to fuck you."

	Scott looked at the sexy young boy trying to console him and, try
as he might, he just couldn't hold back the tears from flowing down his
crimson cheeks as he stuttered, "But...I...I thought...We...we kissed!"

	Josh ran his free hand through his chestnut hair and sighed, "Ah,
geez...Don't...please don't cry."

	Scott couldn't help it. After thinking that he had finally, after
all this time, found someone who could give him the love that his little
brother received so readily, it had to end like this. He pulled his hand
back from Josh's grasp and, leaning back against the wall, he put both
hands on his face and sobbed.

	Josh put his hands in his pockets and shook his head, "Please
stop...stop crying. Aww, man! Listen...I'm so sorry! I...I didn't know you
wanted to...you know..."

	Scott tried hard to stop crying, but just couldn't. His emotional
state was so fragile at that moment that he just felt like dying. Sinking
to the floor, he clutched his knees and, leaning forward, sobbed into his
jeans.

	Josh wanted to just run from the room and forget this night ever
happened, but at the same time, he just couldn't leave Scott like this.

	"Scott..." Josh sighed, slowly walking toward the shuddering
teenager.

	Scott looked up and, through a mask of flowing tears, sobbed, "Why
won't you love me?!"

	Josh descended into a sitting position in front of Scott and said,
"I love your voice and I love your music and I love the band, but I'm
straight, Scott. I'd never have come if I knew you felt this way! I don't
want to hurt you anymore...I'll go."

	With that, Josh got to his feet and walked toward the door. Scott
quickly jumped up and hiccupped, "W...Wait!"

	Josh turned around, "Scott...I'll hug you and I'll kiss you and
I'll fool around with you, but I can't love you! I'm willing to pretend,
though. Do you want me to pretend?"

	Scott stood there for a moment, before slowly shaking his head and
whispering, "No."

	Josh nodded and smiled slightly, "I'm so sorry, Scott. So, so
sorry. I'll...I'll be in the front row, okay? I'll stay for the concert,
okay?"

	Scott simply nodded, before starting to cry again. He quickly
turned around as he saw the boy reach for the doorknob and, as he heard the
slam of the dressing room door shut behind him, he began to cry harder.

	"Oh God!" Scott cried, "What the fuck is wrong with me!"

	Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Scott quickly wiped his
eyes and sniffled, thinking, "What does he want now? Is he back to torture
my soul some more?"

	However, as he slowly approached the door, he heard the ponticello
tone of Zac inquire, from behind the door, "Scott, do you know where Bob
is? I can't find him. I know you're probably busy, but..."
	"No, come in!" Scott sobbed, cutting him off.

	The door opened slowly and Zac quavered, "Scott?"

	The angelic face of Zac Hanson peered in to Scott's room, and when
he saw Scott standing there, crying, Zac quickly scampered into the room
and grabbed Scott's shoulders in his hands.

	"What's wrong, Scotty? Where's Josh?" Zac probed, worriedly.

	Scott gazed down into Zac's mink eyes, shining with tears that
threatened to flow in sympathy for him. Zac's thick, full lips were drawn
up in a slight pout and the slight cleft in his chin was pointed upwards as
the long butterscotch-haired boy stared slightly upwards into Scott's sad,
tear-filled pools of sorrow.

	"Oh, Zac! He said...he said..." Scott hiccupped, as he looked down
at the concerned look on his brother's lover's face.

	"What, Scotty?" Zac whimpered, close to tears himself, "What did he
say?"

	Scott sniffled and, as he gazed down at the angelic boy, he was
overcome with an urge that he was unable to control. Leaning forward
slightly, he wrapped his arms around Zac's upper back and pulled his body
against Zac's own. Hesitating for only a second, Scott leaned forward and
kissed Zac on his full, pouty lips with the pure, unbridled passion that he
had been building up all this time for Josh. His tongue slid easily between
the teeth of the surprised boy and rested quite comfortably on top of its
slimy, pink counterpart, still hanging languidly in Zac's mouth.

	TO BE CONTINUED...