Millennium Love Scott 41

A couple of minutes later the guys left, and the girls, Drew and I sat down to watch them on TV.

Chapter 41 - Scott

Finally I heard the door open. Brian was the first one through and I ran over to him, lifting him up in my arms while I kissed him frantically. Brian wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, returning the kisses just as enthusiastically.

I didn't notice anyone else in the room. It was like I wanted to devour Brian, but not able to do that, I devoured just his mouth. Brian was just as frantic. I walked, carrying Brian, over to the nearest couch. I turned to sit down and Brian bent his legs so he was kneeling, straddling me.

When we were both desperately short of breath, the kiss ended. We sat, gasping for breath, our eyes locked.

"Miss me?" he asked with a cocky grin.

I could tell he was on a tremendous adrenaline high, but I didn't care. I kissed him forcefully. "You know I did," I said. "I thought I was going to completely fall apart," I added. I didn't need to explain why.

"So you liked it?" he asked softly.

I smiled. "It was beautiful Brian. And if I haven't actually said the words, I do forgive you!" I said.

He smiled happily. Kevin interrupted our little love-fest.

"Guys, unless you want to be stuck here for a couple of hours, we have to go, NOW," he told us. It was true. If we didn't beat the fan rush, we would have to stay until the place was basically empty.

I shifted Brian off my lap. I didn't want to spend any more time at the stadium than necessary. I grabbed Brian's hand and pulled him towards the door. "Okay, lets go!" I said, looking at everyone else.

They laughed at me, and Brian hugged me. The ten of us, plus the security team quickly made our way to the elevators, then along the halls to the secured exit. There were two limos this time and four SUVs. Kevin, Sheri, Brian and myself got in one limo, since we were going to the same building. The others took the larger limo, and would be dropped off at their respective residences, which were in the same part of town. Each limo had a SUV in front and back to provide extra security in case fans tried to follow.

Once in the limo we relaxed back in the plush leather seats. I hauled Brian close to me, wrapping my arms around him. I really had no intention of ever letting him go again. As the limo made its way through the streets of Orlando, both Kevin and Brian lost their adrenaline highs and calmed down. By the time we reached the apartment building, Brian was almost asleep.

I gently kissed his cheek. "Come on Love, lets go home," I said softly trying to stir him.

Brian sighed and opened his eyes. "Angel," he whispered with a tremendous smile. I returned the smile before stepping out of the car. Kevin and Sheri were waiting for us and we all walked into the building.

Brian was still quite groggy, so I turned my attention to Kevin. "Kev, when is the next concert and where?" I asked.

"We have the next three days off, with only a rehearsal on the third day. The next concert is on the fifth in New Orleans," Kevin said. "Then a second the next night," he added.

I nodded. "Okay, thanks."

The elevator stopped and Kevin and Sheri stepped off. Before the door closed I spoke again. "Oh, and don't expect to see or hear from us at all tomorrow," I said with a smirk.

They laughed and the door slid closed. Brian leaned heavily against my side as the elevator continued up.

"Mmmm," he sighed. "I just want to take a nice hot shower and crawl into bed with you in my arms," he murmured.

I smiled. "Sounds good to me."

We walked down the hall and paused while I opened the apartment door. Brian staggered in and tore off his jacket. I followed him into the bathroom, picking up the trail of clothes he left behind. He started the water then sat down on the toilet to wait for me to undress.

"God, I'm so tired," he murmured. I could see that he was. I think he'd been so nervous about my arrival and performing the new song that he hadn't been sleeping well. I was about to fix that problem.

I finished stripping and pulled Brian to his feet. I opened the shower door and gently pushed him inside then quickly stepped in behind him, closing the door behind me. The shower stall was hot and steamy, just perfect for relaxing tense and tired muscles. I grabbed the shower puff and poured some shower gel on it. Working the gel into a rich lather, I gently started washing Brian. He stood silently under the soothing spray of water while I worked my way around his body, down his back and legs, then across his chest. I turned him under the water to rinse off the suds, before grabbing the bottle of shampoo. I applied some to his wet hair and massaged it through. Brian closed his eyes and moaned softly. I smiled softly, happy that such a simple gesture brought him pleasure.

Once the shampoo was rinsed, I moved him slightly so I could quickly wash myself. Finally I turned back to Brian and found him leaning against the shower wall, staring at me intently. His arousal was obvious. I grinned and stepped over to press the length of my body against him.

"Need some help?" I asked softly, our faces so close that our breath mingled.

He started to answer, but was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge yawn. We both burst into laughter.

"Guess that answers your question, Angel," he finally said.

I leaned forward to kiss him softly. "Not quite," I whispered, before dropping carefully to my knees, and taking his cock into my mouth. Brian's hips thrust forward and I grasped him so I wouldn't fall backwards. I quickly tongued and suckled his erection. It wasn't the time for teasing or finesse. I just wanted to bring him some relief so he could sleep. It only took a couple of minutes before he called out my name and I was savoring his unique taste in my mouth.

I made sure Brian was stable against the wall before standing. His eyes were closed and his breathing was rapid. Every few seconds his entire body would twitch like a live wire. I turned and shut off the shower, before opening the door and slowly leading Brian out. He stood unsteadily while I briskly toweled him dry. He regained his legs enough to brush his teeth while I dried myself. Once we were done, I led him out to the bedroom. I pulled back the blankets on his side of the bed and gently pushed him down onto the soft mattress. The blankets were tucked in then I walked around to my side and crawled in beside him. Brian automatically rolled over closer to me, throwing his arm across my chest, and his leg over my thighs. His head was tucked against my neck.

"What about you?" he whispered his first words since the shower.

I squeezed him gently. "You can return the favor tomorrow," I replied softly.

"Kay," he mumbled and a few seconds later I knew he was asleep.

"Sorry," he said insincerely, "but I couldn't wait."

I could only grin at him and reached down to pull him up. He stretched out over me, laying on me so we were eye to eye.

Brian smiled. "Morning Angel," he said softly before leaning in for a gentle kiss.

I returned the smile. My body was relaxing after my release and I felt lethargic. "Morning, Love." I wrapped my arms around Brian's back and he put his head down on my chest. We lay like that for quite a while, neither of us sleeping but simply enjoying the closeness.

Some time later Brian stirred when his stomach rumbled. I laughed softly. It was time to get up. Brian reluctantly rolled off his comfortable perch, namely me, then stood up. He reached down and pulled me to my feet. "Lets go get some food and decide what we're going to do for the next couple of days okay Scott?"

I leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Sounds good to me, Love."

We both pulled on boxers before wandering, hand in hand, down to the kitchen. Together we whipped up a meal of cinnamon toast, scrambled eggs and bacon.

After we sat down to eat, Brian looked at me seriously. "Before we decide anything else Scott, I think we should talk about the some of the possible negative things that will happen when I come out."

I nodded my agreement. "Okay, Bri." I had tried to imagine what would happen when we went public, but I knew Brian would have a better idea of potential problems.

We quickly devoured the food then put the dishes in the sink. Brian led me out to the living room where we sat on one of the large couches, facing each other. I could see that Brian was worried, so I reached out and gently stroked his cheek.

"What's wrong, Love?" I asked softly.

He smiled weakly and grasped my hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "You know me, I worry about everything," he said quietly.

I moved my arm and grabbed his wrist, tugging him towards me. I stretched out and turned on my side, letting Brian slide down between the back of the couch and my front. I looked at him intently. "Brian, Love, the one thing you never have to worry about is me and how I feel about you." I kissed him gently again.

He took a deep breath. "I'm trying." He paused to collect his thoughts. "It's just... do you really know how crazy things could get, even dangerous?" he asked.

"Dangerous?" I asked, a little surprised.

Brian nodded. His fingers began to trace a random pattern over my chest as he began to talk. "You know the media will go nuts. Everyone will be following our families, and us trying to find out something, anything about us. If they can't get any dirt, they will make something up. Fans, and parents of fans, will be outraged. Hate mail is guaranteed, and that's before the religious fanatics take up the cause against us. Its possible that friends, or people we think are friends will turn their backs on us. Others will start harassing you and your family, trying to get money." He paused and his expressive blue eyes met mine. "And the worst will be those people who will blame you for 'corrupting' me." I could see the unshed tears. "I don't want you to feel that hate on such a large scale. I don't want you facing death threats. And the most scary part, is that all of this, will scare you away from me," he admitted as the tears finally fell.

I finally understood his concerns and wrapped my arms around his trembling form. I rocked us gently on the couch, letting him cry out his fears. Gradually he calmed, but I didn't release my hold on him.

When I was sure he would listen, I spoke. "Brian, first of all, nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, will chase me away from you. I have thought about most of the issues you mentioned. And I'm willing to make whatever changes in my life are necessary to be with you. If that means having a bodyguard, I will. If that means I don't read the 'rag' magazines anymore, I won't." I could feel Brian's smile against my throat where he had his head tucked. "If my so-called friends have a problem, then they were never friends."

I gently moved him back so I could see his tear streak face. "I don't know how we are going to do this, but I think we need to take the initiative. If we let the world see the 'real' us, and do it in a controlled manner, maybe there will be less of a media frenzy on our families and friends. That's something we need to think about."

I could see Brian liked that idea. "You are incredible, Angel. I love you so much," he murmured. I grinned and kissed him, deciding that we needed to forget the serious stuff for a while.

To be continued...

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