Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 00:05:06 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Bob takes some Prozac: Parts 5 and 6

Disclaimer:

	Okay, one more time. This is just a story, and has no substance
based on actual events...to my knowledge. It's about Bob Moffatt and Zac
Hanson and it has a very gay theme. I don't know what the hell you're doing
here, if you don't like gay stuff, so I'm assuming this will appeal to
you. I hope it will. Oh, and in part 5, I use a Bryan Adams song. I'm not
implying anything about him, either. I have the greatest amount of respect
possible for Mr. Adams, and am only using the song because it fit with the
current plotline.

	Here are the final two parts. Have fun, and always remember: Baby
oil may be cheap at pharmacies, but you can buy Canola oil in bulk at
Costco!

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Part 5:

	All four boys had sat down to breakfast the next day, when the
phone rang. Before their grandmother could even reach it, Bob dashed across
the room and picked it up.

	"Hello?" he answered excitedly.

	"Hi there, is this Bob?" came a female voice from the other end,
"Oh, it so good to hear your voice again! Is your nana there?"

	Bob responded dejectedly, "Yeah...Hold on." and handed the phone to
his grandmother.

	He slowly sat back down, blushing under the stares of his brothers.

	"That reminds me, Bob...How did your date go, last night?" Scott
asked snidely.

	Bob blushed and replied meekly, "Shut up!" and took a spoonful of
his cereal and shoved it in his mouth. He was so mad and so embarrased that
he couldn't think straight.

	"Hey Bob, you got milk on your chin. But, hey, you're probably used
having white liquid dripping from your mouth!" Scott responded.

	Bob grabbed a napkin and wiped his face, then stood up and stormed
from the table. Walking over to the door, he pulled on his shoes and
yelled, "I'm going out!"

	"It's raining, though!" came the response from Clint.

	"It's always raining in Vancouver..." Bob mumbled under his breath,
before leaving.

	As he walked down the porch steps and out into the open, he noticed
that it really *was* raining. Typical gushing Vancouver rain fell from the
sky like billions of tiny water missiles. Bob didn't bring a jacket and
didn't feel like going back inside to get one, so he trudged off down the
sidewalk, his black T-shirt and blue jeans quickly getting soaked, and his
long black hair getting matted to his face.

	When he reached the corner, he contemplated waiting for the bus,
but decided that since he still had money left over in his wallet, that he
try to hail a cab. This was not so easy, however, and Bob actually saw the
bus come and go, before finally spotting and hailing a cab.

	As he got in, he truly hoped the person didn't recognize
him. However, his fears were not realized, as the driver paid little
attention to him at all, except to cringe as he saw Bob's extremely wet
body get into his dry taxi.

	"Where to, kid?" the driver's gruff voice asked.

	Bob thought for a moment, before replying, "The Radisson on Oak and
Third."

	The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb, saying, "Sure
thing. You new in town?"

	Bob really didn't feel like making small talk, but he simply shook
his head and mumbled, "I'm visiting someone."

	The driver nodded. Bob sat back and relaxed, until he heard the
driver, only a few seconds later, say, "What is a kid like you doing out on
a day like this?"

	Bob shrugged, "Had a fight with my brothers, so I'm going to see
my...ummm...friend."

	"Ahh yeah, sibling rivalry! I grew up with six brothers and a
sister, so I know all about that! They don't understand you, eh?"

	Bob smirked and replied, "You could say that. They just don't
understand how much they hurt me when they make fun of me."

	"Why would they make fun of you? You seem to be a nice young man
who, despite needing a haircut, really seems to be like the average kid."

	Bob smiled and shook his head, "Na, it's not that. They just don't
understand my...well...my relationship habits."

	The driver grinned at Bob through the rearview mirror and nodded
his head, "Ah, it's about love, is it? Well, when you get to be my age, you
learn that every time you find a special someone that you get along with
real well, everybody will try and bring you down, because they're jealous
that they weren't so lucky. You may be a bit too young to truly feel love
for another person, but when you feel it, you should hold on to it and
never let anybody try and end that feeling."

	Bob nodded, "Yeah, you're totally right. Tell me though...Do you
believe in love at first sight?"

	The driver nodded, "How do you think I met my wife, kid? I saw her
thirty-seven years ago, this October, and I fall in love with her all over
again, every time I look at her."

	Bob smiled, "That's so sweet."

	The driver nodded again, "Yeah, well we're here. Good luck to you,
kid."

	Bob saw that he was right, and sliding wetly over to the door, he
opened it and got out.

	Turning back towards the taxi, he called, "Thanks again..." he
peered at the identification on the window, "Robert. Hey, that's my name,
too!"

	The driver winked, "No shit, kid. Well, take care now, Bobby boy."

	Bob close the door and walked up on to the curb. It was still
gushing rain, and Bob was beginning to shiver, but there was a warmth
inside him that he just couldn't get rid of.

	He jogged through the automatic doors of the hotel and, his shoes
making squishing sounds on the carpet, he walked up to the front desk.

	Before he could even say anything, the desk clerk looked up and
said, "Bob Moffatt?"

	Bob nodded, "Listen, I don't have a pen on me..."

	The clerk smiled and shook his head, "No. Zachary Hanson called
down and said that if a boy fitting your description should come in, I
should tell you that he's in the game room."

	Bob nodded, "Thanks." and ran off, following the sign that said,
"Game Room."

	He walked through the double doors and into a room filled with
arcade games and gaming tables. It was totally empty, except for a single
blond boy who was swearing at a Mortal Kombat game.

	Bob approached him, containing his laughter.

	"Ah, shit! That cheap bastard always uses that fucking sweep kick
and the damn Sub-Zero freeze doesn't do a damn thing on him!"

	"Uh, Zac..." Bob said, giggling.

	Zac spun around, blushing, "Oh...Hey, Bob! I thought you might be
coming here."

	Bob cocked his head, "Oh?"

	Zac smiled, "Yeah, when I called your grandma's house, she said
that you had gone out. I just had a feeling that you'd be heading over to
see your main squeeze."

	Bob blushed, "So, does that mean..."

	Zac giggled and ran over to the doors to the gaming room, shutting
and locking them. With his back to them, he nodded at Bob and said, "Yup. I
thought about it last night, and I really want things to work out between
us. I mean, I don't know much about love, but I thought about you the
entire ride home last night, and every song we sang, I dreamed I was
singing it to you. When I woke up this morning, I called you first thing! I
know we just met, but something about you...I dunno."

	Bob stepped closer to Zac and swallowed hard, "I've loved you ever
since I first saw you on TV, Zac. You were so funny. Every time I think of
you, I smile and get a weird feeling in my stomach. Everything about you is
just so...I dunno, but I do know now...finally...that I'm gay. You helped
me realize this, because I've never loved anybody as much as I love
you. I'm going to cry when you have to go..."

	Zac took Bob's hands awkwardly into his own and, looking at Bob's
wet face, plastered with strands of his hair, he smiled and said, "I'm not
leaving until tonight. We have all day together."

	Zac let go of one of Bob's hands and, reaching up, brushed some
strands away from Bob's face with his fingers.

	Bob smiled and said, "I feel like singing that Bryan Adams song
'Everything I Do, I Do It For You'. It's so perfect for us right now."

	Zac smiled, "I know that one. Wanna sing it?"

	Bob couldn't help it and began:

	"Look into my eyes,
	 and you will see,
	 what you mean to me."

	Zac reached down and took Bob's hand again, as he continued it,

	"Search your heart,
	 search you soul,
	 and when you find me there,
	 you'll search no more."

	Then together they sang:

	"Don't tell me it's not worth trying for!
	 You can't tell me, it's not worth dying for!
	 You know it's true...Everything I do...I do it for you."

	Bob smiled, "You have a beautiful voice, Zac."

	Zac blushed, "Not as beautiful as yours."

	"I've always sort of wanted to sing a song with you." Bob said.

	Zac cocked his head and smiled, "Well, let's continue then..."

	Bob nodded and began to next verse, the one which had the most
meaning for him:

	"Look into your heart,
	 and you will find,
	 there's nothing left to hide.
	 So, take me as I am!
	 Take my life!
	 'Cause I would give it all!
	 I would sacrifice!"

	Smiling at Zac, they both sang the chorus:

	"Don't tell me it's not fighting for!
	 I can't help it! There's nothing I want more!
	 You know it's true...Everything I do...I do it for you."

	Bob laughed, "Big finish!"

	Zac nodded:

	"There's not love...Like your love!"

	Bob took over:

	"And no other...Could give more love!"

	Together:

	"There's nowhere...Unless you're there!
	 All the time...All the way! Yeah!"

	Bob took a deep breath, "Then there's a guitar and piano thing..."

	Zac nodded, "And after that..."

	Together, they sang:

	"Oh...You can't tell me it's not worth trying for!
	 I can't help it! There's nothing I want more!"

	Bob:

	"Yeah, I'd fight for you!"

	Zac:

	"I'd lie for you!"

	Bob:

	"Walk the wire for you!"

	Zac:

	"Yeah, I'd die for you!"

	After as deep breath, they both finished off, looking into each
other's eyes:

	"You know it's true...Everything I do...Ohhh...I'd do it for
you..."

	Smiling, and blushing, Bob said, "That was fantastic."

	Zac nodded. At the same time, they leaned forward and kissed. Their
hands groped around each other. Bob slowly grabbed the bottom of Zac's
shirt and lifted it up, exposing his tanned, not totally flat but still
cute, stomach. Zac grabbed Bob's drenched shirt and began slowly peeling it
up, exposing Bob's toned tummy.

	Seperating, they both pulled off their shirts the rest of the way,
and went back to kissing. Both their mouth's suckled each other's tongues
like a pacifier and their topless bodies rubbed hotly against each
other. Backing off slightly, they both leaned up against the wall, and
pressed together.

	Both their hands snaked down their bodies and began clumsily
undoing their pants. Bob's jeans were still wet, so the material was
heavier and more difficult to undo. However, Bob undid Zac's shorts very
quickly and they fell to the floor. Sensing his frustration, Bob undid his
own jeans for Zac.

	Zac's face broke from Bob's and turned to the side, gasping, as he
felt Bob's hand inside his boxers. The fifteen-year-old grasped the silken
garment from the inside and pulled it down. It fell to Zac's knees, and his
penis sprung out, four inches erect, circumcised, and drooling precum in
pubescent lust. The helmet-shaped head was purple with engorged blood and
shone in the light of the game room, throbbing with Zac's quickening
heartbeat. Bob's hands stroked through Zac's small growth of blond pubic
hair and grasped the shaft at the very base. With relish, he began quickly
pulling upwards, masturbating the young teenage drummer with vigourous
intensity.

	Bob gasped as he felt Zac's hands yank down his own wet boxers,
allowing Bob's own six inch manhood, equally hard with lustful desire, to
spring into view. Slightly thicker than Zac's, it was also circumsised and
set in a small bush of black pubic hair to match the black of the lush mane
on his head. Zac's hand grabbed his lover's eager tool and began stroking
it quickly.

	Both boys panted against each other's face. Bob's remaining hand
was clenched into a fist and pounding on Zac's back and his friend stroked
him.

	"Oh god, Zac! Oh...Uhh....Oh geez...Oh God...Uhhh...Ahhh..." Bob
moaned.

	Zac was content to simply pant in high-pitched sighs.

	Bob's hand soon moved back up to Zac's face and, wrapping around
the back, pushed it so their lips locked again, but only briefly.

	Grabbing a handful of Zac's hair, Bob arched his back and groaned,
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"

	Zac nodded breathlessly, "Me too! Oh damn...Ah...Oh geez!"

	Bob came first, thrusting hard against Zac's hand, and his dick
tensed three times, each time shooting a long stream of his thick white
jizz across Zac's stomach. Each time, Bob grunted, "Oh Fuck!"

	 That, combined with Bob squeezing Zac's cock as he came, was
enough to set the younger boy off, and he groaned loudly. His dick expanded
in Bob's clenching hand and he sprayed three shots of his thin, milky semen
across Bob's stomach.

	With their reserves expended, Bob leaned back against the wall and
Zac lay against him. After a few seconds, Bob gasped and said, "That...That
was...I love you so much, Zac."

	Zac nodded and straightened up, "I love you too."

	Using Bob's already wet shirt, they cleaned off their stomachs and
dicks, and put back on their pant. Bob shuddering as his hot body was once
again encased in the wet clothing.

	Zac looked at Bob and shook his head, "I don't like you in those
wet things."

	Bob shrugged, shivering, "Well, what do you want me to do about
it?"

	Zac looked pensive for a few moments, then said, "Well, Taylor's
about your size, and it's about time they found out who this mystery friend
of mine is."

	Bob nodded, "That's...That's good. Let's do that."

	Zac shrugged, "What about us, though?"

	Bob smiled, "We won't tell, and afterwards, now that I don't have
to pretend to be just a friend, I can take you out on a real date."

	Zac smiled, "That sounds lovely. We have to leave by six, though."

	Bob looked at his watch; quarter past 10. "Plenty of time." he
said.

	With that, both boys trudged towards the door, hand in hand, and
opened it. Breaking their contact, they innocently left the game room to go
upstairs, Bob still being topless after leaving his sperm covered shirt on
the game room floor.

Part 6:

	Rationality hit about the same time the elevator passed the fourth
floor. Bob turned to Zac and said, "Listen...Could you possibly go and get
me a change of clothes by yourself. I doubt it would be very intelligent
for you to bring me into your room to meet your brothers, without a shirt
on."

	Zac smiled, "Well, it wouldn't be as bad as if I walked into the
room, turned to my brothers and said, "Hey, could I have a shirt and a pair
of pants for my friend you've never met? His clothes are wet and covered in
sperm."

	Bob shrugged, "I don't know what to do."

	The elevator stopped at the seventh floor and both boys slowly
walked out.

	Zac smiled at Bob's nervous face, "Don't be nervous. I'm sure
they'll love you just like I do. Well...maybe not just like I do, but...you
know what I mean!"

	Bob brushed his hair back and smiled at Zac, "You're so cute..."

	Zac leaned forward and he and Bob kissed briefly, before Zac
knocked on the door.

	"Yeah? Who is it?" came the response.

	"It's me, Tay." Zac said, "and I brought my friend."

	After a few seconds, the door opened and Isaac stood there and
looked down at them.

	To break the silence, Zac said, "Ike...This is Bob. He needs to
borrow a shirt and some pants. They...uhhh....got wet in the rain. He
should be about Tay's size."

	Isaac gazed suspiciously at the wet, topless boy and said, "Okay,
well why don't you two come in."

	Zac and Bob walked into the room and Isaac shut the door behind
them and said, "Taylor's out for a bit, so Zac will show you wear his
clothes are."

	Zac nodded and, walking over to a bureau, he opened up a drawer and
began peering through it. As Zac did this, Ike sat down on the bed and
looked at Bob.

	Bob smiled and said, "It's good to meet you, Isaac. I've heard a
lot about you."

	Ike nodded, "Really? I've heard very little about you. How did you
meet Zac?"

	Bob shrugged, "We met at the arena yesterday afternoon. Zac came in
and we ran into each other and sort of hit it off."

	"Hmmm...That Zac has a real flare for making friends."

	Bob smiled and nodded, "Yeah, he has a certain something about him
that makes him very likeable."

	Looking at Zac, Ike replied, "Yeah, I'll just bet he does. So, what
about you?"

	Bob shrugged, "Not much. Me and my brothers are on tour and we
stopped here for a week, before heading back to the UK."

	"On tour? You have a band with your brothers, too?"

	Bob smiled and nodded, "The Moffatts. I'm the drummer, and that's
kinda what attracted...Ummm, I mean, drew me to Zac in the first place."

	Ike stood up and exclaimed, "Wait a second! You're Bob Moffatt?"

	Bob smiled and nodded again.

	Isaac smiled and extended his hand. Bob shook it and Ike said,
"Geez, when Zac told me he got a friend named Bob, I never thought
that...Wow, it's a shame we're leaving in a few hours. Me and Tay would
have loved to have gone out for dinner with you guys!"

	Turning toward Zac, Isaac exclaimed, "Zac, why didn't you tell me
it was Bob Moffatt who you were hanging with?"

	Zac looked up and shrugged, "Slipped my mind?"

	"Well it's good to meet you, Bob." Ike said.

	Bob nodded, smiling.

	Zac straightened up and said, "Well, I found a few shirts for you,
but Taylor isn't the most conseravative dresser, so I'd stick with the wet
pants."

	Bob nodded, smiling, and walked over to where Zac was.

	Zac handed him a gray top and said, "This should look good on you."

	Bob slipped the shirt on and pulled it down. It was a muscle shirt,
so it hugged Bob's body quite tightly.

	"It's a little tight." Bob said.

	Zac reached into the drawer and pulled out a bright orange
sweatshirt. Giggling, he said, "Would you prefer this?"

	Bob laughed and shook his head, "I'll stick with this one."

	Zac nodded and closed the drawer. Turning toward his brother, Zac
said, "Well, we're going to head out again now."

	Ike nodded, "Just be back in four hours. We have to be on the road
by six."

	Zac nodded and he and Bob quickly walked back to the door.

	"It was nice meeting you, Bob." Isaac called over at them.

	Bob smiled and replied, "Yeah, it was great meeting you, too."

	They walked out and closed the door behind them.

	"Your brother's nice." Bob said.

	"He's alright." Zac replied.

	When they arrived back at the elevator, Bob took Zac's hand into
his own. Zac smiled and said, "So, what do you want to do now?"

	Bob smiled, "I'm going to take you out on a real date. We're going
to go down to the Vancouver docks and walk along the pier for a little
while, and then we're going to go to a great steak and seafood restaurant
for lunch."

	Zac smiled, "That sounds great. By the way...How are we going to
keep in touch once we're seperated? I don't want to lose you?"

	Bob smiled, "After lunch, and before you go back to the hotel,
we're going to go to the mall and buy cellular phones."

	Three hours later, they both stood in front of the Radisson
again. The day had been wonderful, the rain had stopped and they'd walked
along the pier and gazed off over the ocean, they'd had a beautiful lunch,
and the whole time they'd talked about insignificant things, like they
weren't getting closer and closer to being split up.

	Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end, and they
stood in front of the hotel, the taxi driver patiently waiting for Bob to
bring him back to his grandmother's.

	"Well, here we are..." Bob said sadly.

	Zac nodded and smiled, "I had so much fun today, Bob."

	Bob and Zac stood there, trying to find the words for what they
wanted to say, but there were none.

	Finally, the tears began to flow, as Bob leaned forward and hugged
Zac tightly. "I'm really going to miss you." He said, through a mask of
tears.

	Zac wrapped his arms around Bob and hugged him just as
tightly. With tears streaming down his cheeks as well, Zac sobbed, "Oh, I
hate this so much!"

	Slowly, they separated and, reaching into his pocket, Bob pulled
out a small black cell phone and said, "I'll call you at least once a
week."

	Zac patted his own cell phone, tucked into his trouser pocket, and
said, "If you don't, I will."

	They stood there and continued to watch each other cry. Bob wiped
his eyes with his wrist and said, "We'll see each other again, won't we?"

	Zac nodded, "I'll make sure of it."

	"What about the shirt?"

	Zac smiled, "Keep it. It looks stupid on Taylor anyway."

	They again stood in silence. Bob gazed around at the crowded
street, with all the pages and bagboys and patrons of the hotel coming and
going. He stared into Zac's watery eyes and said, "Oh hell, I don't give a
damn anymore!"

	With that, he grabbed Zac's face in his hands and pulled it against
his own. In front of every single person there, he and Zac stood there and
kissed passionately.

	That soon had to end, however, as they were running out of oxygen,
so they grudgingly seperated and smiling, Bob nodded and said, "Goodbye,
sweetheart."

	Zac sniffled and said, "Goodbye, Bob."

	Bob nodded and slowly stepped back into the taxi. Tears continued
to flow down his face as his hands felt the shirt against his body. It was
his only material link to the Hanson name, that had spawned the love of his
life.

	Meanwhile, Zac watched the taxi leave, tears glistening in his
eyes. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out the crumpled french
fry container that Bob had given him when they first met; the one with his
grandmother's phone number on it. He clutched it in his hand and sobbed, as
the taxi slowly disappeared into traffic.

	The End

	Will there be a sequel? Sure...But not for a little while. Unless
you beg and plead, of course...:-)