Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 14:04:27 EDT
From: GrapeNeil@aol.com
Subject: Getting Reacquainted (Part XI)

DISCLAIMER: This story is not for those under the age of 18 years (21 in
some areas).  It includes discriptions of male/male sexual acts.  This
story includes celebrity persona; however, it is not meant to imply or
suggest the sexual orientation of those celebrities.


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Getting Reaquainted
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by Neil
Please e-mail me at GrapeNeil@aol.com


Part XI
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     Oh yeah, this is definitely the most annoying alarm clock I've ever
heard.  6:30.  Decided to start my day early.  I quickly get ready, then I
head out onto the streets.  I stop to get some coffee and a bagel.  I read
the newspaper as I eat.  I guess I needed some alone time; it's really
helping relieve some stress.  I laugh as I think about last night.  They
are going to kill me.  I look at the date on the newpaper.  March 29th.  I
look at their schedule.  They have a concert on April 1st, April Fools'
Day.  Perfect!  Just as soon as the packages arrive....

     I open the door to my room to find everyone in there.  "Hey, what is
this?  A meeting I didn't know about?"
     Nick says groggily, "See, Brian, we told you he was fine."
     "You were worried about me?"  Brian nods his head.  "That's sweet and
all, but I'm quite capable of taking care of myself."  AJ laughs just a
little.
     Kevin says, "Brian woke us all up, asking us if we knew where you
went.  Then he practically drags us to your room.  Poor Howie here
apparently didn't get enough sleep."  He motions to Howie, who is on my bed
asleep.
     "So two Backstreet Boys have slept in my bed, and neither of them has
been Brian."  He gets a shocked look when I say it.  "It's alright.  I
guess after Nick and Kevin, it can be your turn."
     Nick says, "Oh, good.  I'm counting that as an invitation."  He lays
on my bed beside Howie and gets under the covers.  The rest of us leave
them to sleep and go to Brian's room.
     Brian asks, "So where did you go?"
     "Just for a walk.  Blow off some steam."  He lowers his head when I
say this.  Then I laugh.  "No, I wasn't that mad last night.  Don't worry
about anything.  I mean, you're all still going to get it.  But it's not so
soon that you have to worry about it right now."
     "Strangely, that's not comforting at all" Kevin says.
     I say, "It wasn't meant to be."  AJ falls onto Brian's bed and covers
up.  "Great, are you going to sleep with him too?" I ask Brian.  "You look
exhausted still.  Go back to bed."  I kiss him quickly on the lips, then he
gets into the bed and grabs some of the covers back from AJ, who was
hogging them.
     Kevin: "Well, Chris, I'm not sleepy any more.  You wanna join me for
breakfast?"
     "I already ate."  My stomach grumbles.  "But I guess one bagel isn't
good enough."

     "Come on, tell me what it is."
     "No, Kevin.  Sorry, but you're a victim too.  You're just going to
have to wait and see, and then die from it."  I laugh.  He gives me a sad
look.  "Oh, now, once it's over, it won't be so bad.  At least I don't
_think_ it will be."

[*Author's Note: Fine, I won't keep you all in suspense.  Instead of doing
this day-by-day, like I have been, I'll go ahead and lump a few days
together.]

     The rest of the day went fairly well.  We only had one meeting.  And
they had a photo shoot; the "Got Milk?" people wanted them again since they
have a new album out.  The Boys were still wanting to know what I had in
store for them; I told them that they would just have to wait.
     That night Brian and I slept together.  Just slept.  It was
very...'nice' doesn't cover it.  I'm not sure any word does.  We held each
other close.  We kissed a few times.  We talked a little about us and what
great things were going to happen.  I could have laid there forever, in his
arms, and be perfectly happy.  I almost didn't want to go to sleep.
     The next morning (March 30), we successfully had breakfast together,
just the two of us.  Barely a word was spoken between us; words weren't
necessary.  It was just the most wonderful 12-hour period of my life.  I
got a call that I had to be in a few meetings that day.  I wasn't too happy
about it, neither was Brian.  "Duty calls, Brian.  Let go of my leg."
     The meetings were about adjustments in the tour schedule; new album
and song concepts (already?); advertising campaigns; and other various
things.  Altogether not that boring, surprisingly.  I went back and told
the guys what the meetings were about and how it all pertained to them and
their schedules.
     The six of us spent the rest of the day together in AJ's room.  We
just hung out.  We ordered a bloody action movie.  I guess we got a bit too
loud because the people down the hall called our room to tell us to shut
up, in not-so-nice language.  Fortunately, my ability to be a smart-ass was
on full blast, and in the end it was they who shut up and hung up on me.  I
got an extremetly loud applause for my actions, which I took graciously.
Before we knew it, it was dinner time.  We decided to just get room
service; Brian ordered.  Imagine my surprise when I uncovered a plate of
lasagna and garlic bread.
     "Brian, this is supposed to be a special meal.  Not to be had every
day."  I take a bite, then spit it out in my napkin.  "And _this_ shit
isn't meant to be had _any_ day."  Brian offered to share his chicken and
macaroni and cheese with me.  I once again told him how sweet he was, and
once again, everyone groans.  "You're all just jealous that you don't have
such a dear boyfriend...girlfriend...you know what I mean."  We all laugh.
After dinner, they decided that they were going to the game room to play.
Yawning, I told them that I guessed I was still on NY time and was really
sleepy.  So Brian saw me to bed before joining them in the game room.
     March 31st.  After breakfast with everyone, I excuse myself to my room
to make a call.  "Hey, Stacy, any messages or mail?"  Stacy is the
receptionist at the company; we've gotten to be friends this week.
     "Yeah, you got 5 Fed-Exes."  I let out a sigh of relief.  "What is
it?"
     "I can't tell even you, Stacy.  But are you going to be at the concert
tomorrow?"
     "If I can just find someone to get me and my two girls tickets...."
     "You got'em."
     "Thank, Chris."
     I tell the guys I have another meeting at the company today.  I'm so
excited about this that I can hardly stand it.  I practically run into the
reception area to see Stacy.  I pick up the Fed-Exes and open them.  Oh
yeah, perfect.  Just one more stop, then I'll have to come back
tomorrow....  It's going to be tight.  And I still have to tell the video
crew....
     "How'd the meeting go?"  Howie asks as I join them for lunch.  They
had left a message on my voice mail telling me where they went.
     "Oh, just great, I suppose.  You know how those things go."  After
lunch, we went to a zoo.  And they were even nice enough to show me to the
snake pit.  Nick learned not to pretend to push me into a snake pit.  I
think that bruise will heal up nicely before the show.  We discovered that
Brian does a good impression of an African baboon, but Howie's laughing
hyena tops it.  And I myself learned to watch my step when I am around
grazing animals.  They have a hose set up just for people to spray off
their shoes.  We were there an awfully long time, because it started to get
dark.  We decided to head back to the hotel, where we got room service
dinner in Nick's room (we couldn't go to a restaurant smelling like the
zoo).
     After showering, Brian and I spent the night together again.  Just as
wonderful as the other night.  We talked more.  And I thought it wasn't
possible to love the man any more.  We put on a slow CD and danced.  I
lowered the lights, which set the mood even more.  But we didn't do
anything.  By the time we thought we might have, we discovered that we were
both really happy just being together.  And we were both tired because it
was after midnight.  So we snuggled up in bed, and were fast asleep.

     It's the first thing on my mind when I wake up: Oh yeah, time for
payback.  Brian's not in the bed.  I get up and open the connecting door to
his room.  He's getting some clothes out of his closet.  "I didn't wake you
up, did I?"
     "No, Brian, you didn't.  What time is it?"
     "After 9."
     "Crap.  I have to get ready, and fast!  I have to go by the studio,
then go to the arena.  I shouldn't take long."  I closed the door and
covered my mouth to stop laughing.  I get ready as fast as I can, then bolt
out the door without so much as a 'Goodbye' to Brian.  Yeah, I know, he's
the best guy in the world, but the excitment of the moment took me over.
     I run into the printer's shop.  "Did you get the Paige order
finished?"
     "Yes, Mr. Paige.  Here you go."
     Then to the arena.  Already the crews are setting up.  "Hey, Jim!
Wait up!"  Jim is head of the video crew.  He will be the only person to
know what I'm planning, until tonight of course.  After he's done laughing,
I hand him the items and order him not to let them leave his hands until
the show tonight.  He swears to me, then I leave.
     "You must have been in a real hurry, Chris" Kevin says, noticing I'm
out of breath.  He scoots down the couch to let me sit between him and
Howie.
     "Where's Brian?"
     "He's in his room, practicing his parts or something.  Nick's there
with him."
     "And AJ?"
     Howie answers, "He's sleeping.  Apparently he had a rough night.  He
doesn't know why.  We thought it'd be best if he got some sleep, so we
slipped him sommmme...uuhh...."
     "Sleeping pills."
     "Yeah."
     "Listen.  It's alright to mention them.  It's not going to send me
into some withdrawal rage or anything.  Okay?"  They both nod.  "Good."  I
put my arms around the two of them and say, "Now, what can the three of us
do?"
     Kevin: "I hope you have more ideas than Howie and I have.  We've just
been sitting here for about 20 minutes trying to think of something to do."
     "Well, that's a good way to waste 20 perfectly good minutes."  Just
then my cell phone rings.  "Hello?"
     "Hey, Chris!"
     "Dr. Miller!  Wow, I haven't talked to you for some time now."
     "I know.  I got your number from your parents.  I just wanted to check
up on you."
     "I'm doing fine.  Better than fine.  I'm really...just really happy,
Dr. Miller."  I notice Kevin and Howie are waving their hands.  "Kevin and
Howie say Hi."
     "I cannot believe you're with the Backstreet Boys.  And _with_ one of
them."
     "Yeah, sorry again for not telling you, but I think you understand why
I didn't."
     "Yes, of course I do.  But it is a bit depressing."
     "Why's that?"
     "Brian's my favorite.  He's supposed to be _my_ boyfriend."
     "Over my dead body, bitch."  We both laugh.  "How are your kids?"
     "They're great.  They were ecstatic, freaking amazed, when I gave them
that autographed picture.  Now they rever me like some goddess."
     "And of course, you've used this to your advantage."
     "Of course.  I'm a psychiatrist.  I know when I have to use something
to my advantage."  Again, we both laugh.  "You know, you were my favorite
patient."
     "_Were_?  I still _am_, dear.  It's just going to have to be a
long-distance relationship.  By the way, _why_ am I your favorite patient?
I hope it's not just because I know the biggest 'boy-band' in the world."
Kevin and Howie each slap a leg when I use that term.  "Ouch!"
     "What is it, Chris?"
     "They're physically abusing me, Dr. Miller.  I feel controlled and
used by them."  I fake some sniffles, causing Dr. Miller, Kevin, and Howie
to laugh.
     "_That_ is why you're my favorite patient, Chris.  You're just
so...so...you know what you are.  And you make my job fun sometimes."
     "Well, I'm flattered.  And while you run up my bill...."
     "Oh, right.  Sorry.  I guess I'm done checking up on you.  Chris,
remember that you can call me whenever you need to."
     "I know, Dr. Miller.  And I promise that I will.  Goodbye."
     "Bye."
     I sigh.  "Golly, it was good to talk to her again.  Even though we
didn't talk about anything major, I just feel so good all of a sudden."
     Kevin: "The members of this group are like that.  All of us are there
for each other.  I hope in time we can be that for you, too."
     I thought for a minute.  "You guys are already like that for me."
     Howie laughs.  "Yeah, right.  You just hang around us to be with
Brian."
     "Oh, you're wrong.  I like being around all of you also.  I asked you
where Brian was, and you told me.  But I didn't leave you two to be with
him.  So there, proof that you're all my best friends."
     Howie looked at me with satisfaction.  Then he says, "Oh, no, Chris,
you're not going to...."
     The tears fell.  Just a couple.  I quickly wipe them with my hands.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where this is coming from."  I laugh a little,
hoping it will make me stop.
     Howie: "Oh, no."  His voice is shaky.  I look at him to see him start
to cry also.
     Kevin: "Howie always cries when someone else does."
     Just then Brian walks into the room and sees me and Howie in tears.
"What is going on?"  We all laugh.
     Kevin answers him.  "Well, you know why Howie's crying.  And not even
Chris knows why _he_ is.  Something about all of us being there for each
other and for him."  When he says it, more tears fall.  Kevin gets up off
of the couch and lets Brian sit.  Brian puts an arm around me and hugs me
close.  He doesn't say anything; he knows I know what he's going to say.
We all sit in silence until I, and Howie, stop crying.  Then I start to
laugh.
     Brian asks, "What is so funny?"
     "Four grown men in the middle of a touchy-feely moment.  Sorry, I just
thought it was funny."

     For a late lunch: "Ugh, fine with me, just as long as it's not
McDonald's.  Find another fast-food place to subject us to."  Kevin and
Howie had already given up.  AJ, Brian, and Nick are happy now.
     "Booger King?" asks Brian.
     AJ and Nick look at each other and nod, then say simultaneously,
"Booger King."
     "Oh, yeah, _that_ sounds appetizing."  My cell phone rings.  "Hello.
Chris Paige speaking."
     "Yeah, Chris, this is Stacy.  I just called to tell you that you and
the guys don't need to come to the meetings tomorrow.  There's been an
agenda change, so we don't need you to come."
     "Alright.  Thanks."  I decided to wait until tomorrow to let them
know.
 
     "Why do you always do that?" Brian asks when he sees me lift the bread
off of my burger.
     "I just want to make sure it's dead."
     "And how does this place measure up?"
     "Well, the vegetables and variious sauces are actually distinguishable
instead of being all slopped together, so that's a good thing.  Now I'm not
so hesitant about the taste test."  They all watch initently as I take a
bite.  After chewing and thinking about it, I say, "Not bad, not bad at
all."  And I smile.  Nick, AJ, and Brian smile at this.
     AJ: "I think we have ourselves a changed man."
     Nick says, "I can't believe you've never eaten at Burger King before."
     "Well, you know, back at my house you met these two people named Miles
and Amy.  They're what we like to call 'cooks'.  They fix actual food.  I
think _you_ in particular experienced it more than a few times while you
were there."
     "Yeah, yeah, funny man.  But we don't have travel-cooks, so you're
going to get used to this stuff" Nick says as he pops a curly fry into his
mouth.

     "Well, guys, they told me to be at the concert half an hour earlier,
so I guess I'll see you all when you get there."  I've peed two times in
the past hour just thinking about this.  And now I feel like I have to go
again.
     Brian gets up and shows me to the door.  We kiss, then I have to go.

     At the arena.  "Chuck, I need you to do me a favor."  Chuck does the
introductions and announcements.
     "Sure, Chris, what is it?"

     Almost an hour later.  Chuck takes the microphone.  "Ladies and
Gentlemen."  The crowd goes insane.  "Before the concert, we have a few
words from somebody very close to the Backstreet Boys."  The crowd doesn't
like this very much.  I've avoided running into the Boys this whole time.
I enter the stage from the left, and I can see them peering from the right
side.  I take the microphone from Chuck and begin.
     "Hello everyone.  You probably don't know me, unless you're stalking
the Backstreet Boys.  Then that's just got to stop."  The crowd laughs a
little.  "I'm Chris Paige, personal assistant of the Backstreet Boys.  I do
all the dirty work for them."  In a lower voice: "And I know all the dirt
on them."  Some people scream loudly.  I look at the Boys to see them
giving me weird looks.  "Well, anyway folks, I saw today was April Fools'
Day, and I just thought we couldn't have a Backstreet Boys concert on April
Fools' Day without playing something of an April Fools' joke on them."  The
crowd cheers.  "So I was thinking about what to do, what to do, when I got
to thinking about the group members themselves.  Let's see, we've got an
age range from 19 to 27.  Most, if not all, of us have seen what they look
like now.  And more hardcore fans know what they looked like six years ago
when the band first came together.  But I was thinking, nobody has seen
what they looked like when they were just wee little tikes."  The crows
laughs and claps loudly.
     "So I call their parents and ask for some baby or toddler pictures.
Which I have."  A pause.  "Now, maybe I said something about it, maybe it
was brought up, I don't know, but each mother sent me a picture of her
Backstreet Baby....naked."  The crowd was so loud I believe the Martians
could hear them over those signals we send into space.  I again look over
to the guys to see five sets of wide (we're talking WIDE) eyes and gaping
mouths.
     "Now, how should we do this thing?  I think alphabetically works best.
So, I guess that means America's Cutie is up first.  Mr. Nick Carter."  The
three huge monitors then showed three pictures of Nick as a baby and
toddler.  The nudey picture was reserved for the middle, and largest,
monitor.  A lot of fans 'aaahhh'ed, and some laughed.  "Mr. Howie Dorough."
"Mr. Brian Littrell."  "Mr. AJ McLean." "And last but not least, Mr. Kevin
Richardson."  I look to see how they're reacting to this.  They're all
smiling, but clenching fists or shaking heads.
     "Now weren't they just the cutest little things you've ever seen?  Now
you see, that wasn't too much of a disappointment, was it?"  More laughter.
"So I guess my job is done.  And without further ado, the moment you've all
been waiting for.  Here they are, the Backstreet Boys!!!"  The crowd cheers
as I run off stage and the Boys come on and start the show.  As I head
backstage, several workers congratulate me on my trick.  "Thank you, thank
you all.  Now if you will all be so willing to protect me from their
wrath."  The workers laugh.  Bill, a stagehand, says, "Ah, now, we had
nothing to do with this.  We're not putting ourselves up against them."

     The arena the other night had the front row up against the stage, so
there was no room.  This was a concert hall, so there's a pit for an
orchestra.  Since the Boys didn't require an orchestra, the pit was open
for security officers to watch the crowd and workers to watch the show.  I
make my way there, to the center of the pit.  They finished the song before
they noticed I was there.  Nick saw me first.  He pointed to me then made a
slit across his throat.  I motioned my fingers towards me and mouthed "Come
on, wimp."  But he and the others had to change.

     I take a cab back to the hotel before the last song is over.  I'll
wait for them in the lobby.  Public place, lots of witnesses to my murder.
I grab a copy of _Time_ and start reading.  I'm totally engrossed in an
article about the current wars going on in the world when I hear someone
clear their throat in front of me.  I move the magazine down to see them
standing there.  I close the magazine and place it back on the table.  I
cross my right leg over my left and smile.  "Hey, guys, _great_ show
tonight.  Totally blew me away."
     "You are going to die" Kevin started.
     Nick: "Slowly."
     AJ: "Painfully."
     "Oh, now, it wasn't so bad, was it?  I mean, you're all down-to-earth
guys, and all down-to-earth guys' mothers' show his baby pictures"
     Brian interrupts, "Not to thousands of people."
     "Well, I just figured get them all in one big swoop and save your
parents all that time."
     Howie speaks, "You are _so_ going to die."
     "I keep hearing that, but I don't see it happening.  Because you all
know it's your fault. Don't give a reason for payback, and I promise
nothing like this will ever happen again.  Next time it could be worse."
     Nick asks, "Just how could it get any worse?"
     "Well, your next concert is being shown _live_ on cable television.  I
could just as easily have done it then.  That way, _millions_ could have
seen the Backstreet Babys."
     After a few seconds, AJ kneels down and puts his hand on the coffee
table.  "Truce."
     I peer at him for a second, then cover his hand with mine.  "Truce."
The others do the same.  "Fine, now that I can stop worrying about you guys
killing me, I think I'll go to my room.  I do have some work to be doing."
I get up and push the button for the elevator.  The Boys follow me in.
When the doors shut, AJ grabs my arms and pulls them behind me (we're the
only ones in the elevator).  "Hey!  I thought we called Truce!"
     Brian says, "I guess it just doesn't work when five of the six people
have their fingers crossed behind their backs."
     "Dirty traitors!  This isn't fair!  HELP!"  Brian covers my mouth with
his hands.  I give up struggling.  When the elevator doors open, Kevin and
Nick pop out first and scope out the hallway.  They signal that the coast
is clear.  Howie and AJ drag me to Nick's room, which is closest.  There
they put me in a chair and use some belts to keep me there.  "Can't we just
say that you got me. I'm not going to fight it.  And I really do have some
business to be taking care of."
     Kevin: "Now, what fun is that?"
     Nick says, "Besides, I think you like being tied up."
     "Well, heck, Brian could tell you _that_."
     AJ looks to Brian, then to me.  "Huh?"
     "Oh, you mean you guys don't know that Mr. Goody-Good here is into a
little bit of bondage?"
     Brian almost yells, "Don't change the subject!  We're here to punish
you!"
     Howie: "Really, Brian?  I couldn't picture that."
     AJ adds, "Yeah, that is kinda weird."
     "Oh, yeah.  I'm not sure which he likes better, tying or being tied.
And the strip shows he can put on, whoa, let me tell you what."  I was
shifting their interest, hopefully they'd start making fun of Brian.
     Nick asks, "Really?  But he's so shy...."
     "Not when it comes to...certain things."
     Brian: "Hey!  See, he's doing it!  He's just stalling us."
     AJ: "Yeah, right.  Back to our revenge."  Drat.
     "Okay, what's it going to be this time?"
     Nick says, "Good question."
     "What?  You guys don't have a plan?"
     AJ says, "Um...not really.  We just figured we could capture you, then
think about it."
     "Geez!  No, I'm serious guys, I really don't have time for this.  I
really do have a lot of stuff to be doing."
     Kevin says, "We can't just let you go without doing _something_.  It's
just not right."
     "Okay, I'll tell you what.  Get that small, complimentary bottle of
shampoo from the bathroom and"
     Nick: "Whoa! We'd better leave that up to you and Brian."  Everyone
laughs.
     "Not what I had in mind.  Besides, upgrading to something _so_large_
after being with Brian...."  AJ busts out laughing.  Nick covers his mouth
with one hand and points at Brian with the other.  Howie covers his eyes
and laughs.  From where I'm sitting I can't see Kevin.  And Brian is
standing there with his mouth wide open.  Then he starts to laugh.
     "Christopher Paige, you didn't just...no, no....  You _have_ to be
punished for that one."
     "Come on, guys.  Just let me go.  You're all exhausted; I can see it
in your eyes.  And you know very darned well I'll get you back if you do
something to me.  And I can guarantee it'll be bad.  Very, very bad.  And
we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
     Kevin answers, "Sheesh, alright already."  They others don't protest
as he undoes the belts.  I stand and stretch.
     "Good night, everyone.  See you in the morning."  And I leave.
     I expected Brian to come to my room, but I guess he was too tired.  I
did hear him in his room.  Anyway, he won't be distracting me from this
paperwork.
     As soon as that is taken care of, I change into some bed clothes and
lay down.  Oh yeah, that was good.


To Be Continued....