"Get Ready...Tonight...Gonna make this a night [love] to remember." by Shalamar

My Kinda Guy
My Kinda Guy -- A Love To Remember
Chapter -- 9
by JT Poole and Nicole Brown

Jan 8, 2005 -- Orlando, FL -- Florida Hospital


Things are not going to plan. I was supposed to had been dead already. Why can't I get a moment of privacy or piece from anybody? Since I've been here, I've had none stop visitors. This room has a fucking revolving door. When the doctors and nurses walk out, Justin or Joey walks in. Since he found out about me being here, he's been here everyday. Where the hell was he when I needed him? I guess that's fucking fate. When I needed him, he wasn't around. Now that I can't stand to look at him, he's here. Will my plan ever work?

"Good morning Mr. Chasez, how are you feeling today?" The woman from last week asks me as she walks over to the bed and pats my leg.

"It would be better if everyone would just leave me the fuck alone," I say, turning my back to the woman, hoping she would take the hint and leave.

"Well like I told you the other day sir, we need to make a plan on how to get you better and out of here. My name is Kalin Taylor, I'm one of the Crisis Counselors here at the hospital. When I'm not here, I also work as a psychologist."

"Oh just fucking great. I don't need no fucking shrink!" I shout as the room door opens and Justin, Nick and Joey walk in.

"Oh sorry, we didn't know someone was in here. Josh we'll be back after the doctor leaves," Joey says, blowing a kiss to me and smiling at the nurse. "I love you Josh."

"Whateva," I say as he and the guys walk out the door.

"So Mr. Chasez, there seems to be some light in the tunnel after all," she says, walking around to the chair and sitting down. "Why are you here?"

"What do you mean?" I ask her, not really looking at her as my mind kept playing back Joe's words in my head. He doesn't really love me, he's just trying to convince me that I shouldn't die. It's not going to work. When I get some good privacy, I'm going to try again. Only time will tell of how long I will actually be here.

"I mean why is it that you tried to kill yourself? When a person slit their wrists like there, there's only one conclusion that one can make. Your friend that brought you here claims that you hurt yourself by accident, but we both know that to be a lie. Correct?" She sits there, her eyes burning holes in my skin as she waits for confirmation of what she just said. Paying her no mind, I roll over and the bed and try my best to ignore her while trying to fight back my tears.

"Mr. Chasez, because you turn your back on me, doesn't mean I'm going to turn my back on you. You can ignore me all you want, but I'm not going to allow that to affect the situation at hand. Just to let you know, I'm a persistent little bitch and I don't give up easily, so be prepared to see my little face every single day. By the time I'm done with you, you'll think I'm part of your family or something." She tells me as I turn around and look at her.

"I will just ignore you like I ignore those guys that just left. They are like my family and the chubby one is my so-called lover that's cheating on me with his baby momma. So be prepared to get the same treatment they get. You all can't hold me here forever. I'll have to get out of here sometime." I tell her as she smiles evilly at me.

"That's where you're wrong Mr. Chasez. If your doctor or I feel that you're a danger to yourself and possibly others, we can keep you here for a long while. I'm quite sure a judge will legally keep you here if we can prove that you're a danger to yourself. So don't make me resort to doing something like that." She tells me as she taps her finger on her clipboard.

"Yeah right, you can't hold me here against my wishes!" I shout at her as the door opens and an orderly rushes in along with Nick and Justin.

"Josh are you okay?" Justin asks, looking at the woman.

"I'm fucking fine!" I exclaim as she turns around and looks at me.

"Josh please calm down. You don't need to upset yourself," Justin says, walking over to me. "Hi, I'm Justin Timberlake Carter."

"Hello there, I'm Kalin Taylor, I'm Mr. Chasez's Crisis Counselor and he's acting like a spoiled baby," she says walking towards the door. "And you must be the famous Mr. Nickolas Carter."

"That's me," Nick says, shaking hands with her as she turns around and looks at me.

"I'm going to leave you with your friends for now, but I will be back. Enjoy the rest of the morning."

"Josh you were certainly rude. What's gotten into you? You've been a fucking prick since way before Christmas. What's the deal? You can't go around pissing everybody off." Justin tells me as I just glare at him and roll over.

"He has a point Josh. What's going on man?" Nick asks me as I give him the finger and pull the covers over my head. "Okay fine, don't answer us. Sit your ass here forever for all I care now. I'm tired of trying to be a friend to a guy that doesn't deserve half the time that everyone is giving him. You're just a fucked up diva that needs to learn a little bit more about respect and manners!"

"Nick! Calm down. We don't need to cause another scene like the other day. Just go outside and I'll be with you in a minute or two."

"You just need to follow him right on out the door. I have nothing to say to you either. I'm not in the mood for any shit from any of you. Just leave me the fuck alone!" I shout as he steps back from the bed, tears coming to his eyes as he turns away from me.

Jan 10, 2005 -- Albany, NY -- JT's House

Kevin's POV

This is one of those days where you wish you can call God up on his cell phone and ask him to start the day over again. For the last four hours, we've been sitting here with our lawyer going over the different rules that the government requires us to adhere to, to get a child and the regulations of the child and welfare departments of the state of New York. This feels like someone is drilling holes in my head. Can you say Excedrin, I have a headache this BIG?

Howard initially came over to talk about Kristin's actions regarding the divorce paperwork. Come to find out, that bitch has been fooling around with JT's ex-boyfriend Will, trying to cook up a scheme to break the two of us up. Not being successful, Brian's wife Leighanne talked her into trying to sue me to get money out of me. Two stupid bitches working together trying to shake us down for money, that's a no-no. That's sad when two women lose their husbands to other men and get upset about it later.. That's what happens when you marry for show. Well in Leighanne's case, she married for Brian's money and so far she's getting every drop of it. He should have been smart. Kris and Will should have known that trying to extort money from me wasn't going to work. Extortion is a felony in the United States. I wish me and JT would have been around to watch them beg for mercy. Like a good lawyer is supposed to be, Howard told her and him that we wouldn't press charges against them if she dropped her contesting of the divorce, so that solved that problem. I just wish this adoption situation was easily solved.

Howard is now discussing the laws of the so-called land about how adoption in general is for the "straight people". After a few minutes of me and JT glaring at him, he moved on to another subject. I thought the hard part about adoption would have been us being gay, but it seems I was totally wrong. The state of New York, mainly child protective services has so many regulations that you have to adhere to before you can get a child, makes the process seem like pulling teeth.

As Howard explain, after we take the parenting classes and I do a first aid course, we will be all set. If and when a child is placed in our care, we will have to have multiple interviews with the child and social worker to see how we are getting along. I can understand the reasons behind all of this, but they act like we're going to kill the child or something.

"So basically, I filed the paperwork for you two on Friday when you faxed everything to me. I also took the liberty of providing the financial background the state requires along with work histories. The first thing that I see that could cause a problem is your job. Your job is very dangerous JT and the state might see that as a risk of placing a child in with you two." Howard states, flipping through some papers in a folder.

"I'm no longer a cop anymore Howard and I'm not going to be a bodyguard for any of the guys. I've officially resigned from my positions at Jive Music and WEG inc., so I don't see why there would be a problem." JT tells him, walking into the kitchen. "Anybody want anything while I'm up?"

"Bring me a glass of juice. Anything for you Howard?" I ask him as he looks up and smiles, shaking his head.

"No thank you, I'm alright for right now," he says, going back to work on the form he was filling out.

"Alright, two drinks coming up," JT says, opening the refrigerator door and quickly clutching at his chest as he stands still for a few seconds before he moves again.

I've noticed that he's been doing that a lot lately. I want to talk to him about it because its scaring me, but I feel if I bring it up, he'll overreact and get upset with me about it, causing a problem we don't need right now. From what Howard says, we'll have an interview with a social worker some time next week. He or she will come by and check out our home life and see how we get along and all. I'm quite sure we can make a good impression on the social worker; we just have to keep the faith.

"Well I think this should do it for right now. All I need now is your health insurance information and I can provide that to CPS along with the rest of these forms," Howard says, straightening some papers and placing them in a folder.

"I thought we gave you those forms already Howard?" JT asks, standing behind me as he hands me my glass and then sits down.

"I don't remember seeing those, but I'll look again," Howard says, smiling as he goes through his briefcase. "Ahhh, here they are. Okay then, I will turn these in and I'm sure one of you should hear something from the...the KITT Foundation by middle of next week."

"The KITT Foundation? Why them?" JT asks him.

"Well they have the highest ratings by the state in adoptions and I think they will have a child you two will truly love. Oh yeah, is there like a certain age range that you two would like?" Howard asks, looking at me and then at JT.

"Well a baby would be good, but if we can't get a baby, then any child under six or seven will do just nicely I think," I say, looking at JT for assurance as he shakes his head and takes a sip of his juice.

"Sounds good you two. I will talk to the people that I need to and I will keep you two informed. Is there anything else we need to deal with while I'm here?" Howard asks us as he stands up.

"I believe that was it man," I say as he shakes both of our hands and I get up to walk him to the door, noticing that JT wasn't joining me.

A Few Hours Later -- JT's Bedroom

"Well you could have just as easily told me that instead of just handcuffing me to the bed like that. Just hurry up and find the key, my arms are getting tired like this," Kevin says in a whiny tone as JT looks around the room hurriedly trying to find a handcuff key.

"You sure you don't know where the key fell to yesterday morning?" JT asks him, kneeling down to look under the bed. "I guess I better go find a hacksaw or something. I've been looking for the blasted key for like half an hour now."

"Did you look under the night table baby? Please hurry, now I gotta go pee," Kevin says, shaking his legs on the bed as the key moves on top of the bed sheets. "Baby, I think I see the key on the bed, look!"

"Ah the infamous key," JT says, grabbing the handcuff key and undoing Kevin's hands as he jumps up from the bed and runs into the bathroom. "Was that lightning?"

"Ha ha very funny baby," Kevin says as the toilet flushes and he walks back into the bedroom. "No more handcuff play unless we can learn to keep a spare key in a safe place."

"Well that is our safe place key, I still can't find the original keys for this pair. You know good and well we lost the first set around Halloween," JT says, laughing as he wraps his arms around Kevin and kisses him on the mouth passionately.

"Mmmmm, I love you so much baby," Kevin says, teasing JT's bottom lip as he groped his ass. "You've had your fun, now why don't we go shower and go out somewhere for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Where would you like to go handsome?" JT asks him, turning around in Kevin's arms, leaning against his body.

"I don't really care baby, we just need to get out of the house. I want to spend as much time with you as I can before we go back to Orlando," Kevin says, moving his hand up to tease JT's nipple. "It's Monday, we only have two days left of free time. Johnny isn't going to let up on anything else."

"Yeah I already know that. He actually said he would send Craig and his personal jet to come and get us. First thing thought, you and Nick need to get together and fuck or whatever it is you two need to do to get past this issue you two have. I know he tricked you, but he was only trying to keep you guys on schedule." JT states, turning back around again.

"He tried to keep me from seeing you baby. In my eyes, that's an act of treason and that doesn't play well in the world of Kevin R Poole," Kevin says, smiling as he starts to nibble on JT's earlobe.

"Oh stop it man, don't go trying to start that scene again," JT says, pulling away from his husband. "Let's go shower. We can talk about you and Nick later."

"Alright baby," Kevin says as he and JT walk into the bathroom kissing.

Orlando, FL -- Justin and Nick's House

"Oh whatever baby, it's nothing like that and you know it Nicky," Justin says, walking up behind Nick and kissing his neck.

"I saw her that day. I saw her squeeze your ass," Nick says, pulling away from Justin and turning around.

"Baby you have to be kissing me here. You are tripping over something like this with Faith Evans, but was routing me on when me and JT was fucking a few weeks ago. I don't get you baby," Justin says, walking over to Nick. "Why are you tripping like this, you know a woman doesn't hold a flame to you baby. I could understand if you were tripping like this over JT, but a woman, dang baby, I don't think so."

"Just...oh forget it!" Nick shouts, walking out of the room and kicking something on his way down the hall.

"Nicky come back here!" Justin shouts, running behind his husband as the doorbell rings.. "Oh great, who the hell could that be?"

"Leave me alone Justy, I'm going to go take a nap," Nick says, walking past the door as Justin stops and opens it to see Christina standing there.

"Is everything alright Stinky?" Christina asks as she steps into the house, drops her bag by the door as she spots Nick standing in the doorway to his and Justin's bedroom. "Okay guys, what did I just walk into?"

"Oh just one of Nicky's jealous fits again," Justin says as Nick glares at him and slams the door.

"Maybe I should just leave for a bit and let you two make up or something," Christina says, reaching down to get her bag.

"No, you're not going anywhere girl. We both need to talk to you and I don't want you leaving. Just give us a few minutes." Justin tells her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

"Damn Ju, if that's all it takes for sex, I'll be mad at your ass too," Christina says, laughing as Justin turns around, giving her a bad face. "Sorree, just go take care of your husband and come back out here when both of you can keep me company at the same time."

In The Bedroom

Justin's POV

What the hell is his problem? He's been acting like this since he and Kevin stopped talking. I'm not in the mood to deal with this again with him. If he's feeling insecure again, I don't know...know what to say or do about it. I'm tired of apologizing for things that are not even my fucking fault. I've had enough of this. Him and Kevin need to fuck or whatever and get over this shit. I'm tired of all the damn moping and drama around here.

"What's with all the diva antics?" I ask him as I walk up behind him.

"I'm not having a jealous fit!" He screams at me as he holds his head down and starts crying.

Oh great, the water works. Did I marry a man or a girl? This is getting to be a fucking habit that I'm not really in the mood for either. Maybe he needs some therapy or something. Please let this get solved quickly.

"Nicky what the hell is going on with you? Ever since you and Kevin stopped talking you've been all moody and weepy. I can't put up with this baby. This all has to stop. Every time I turn around, we're arguing or you're crying about something," I say as he walks over to me and kisses me.

"I know baby and I'm sorry. I'm just...I don't know. I guess I best call him and apologize to him. I shouldn't have done what I did to him. I was only being selfish," he says as I wrap my arms around him, happy that the man I love was back.

"Good, maybe me and JT can stop having to listen to both of you whine, I started to just buy you some cheese and crackers to go with that," I say as he pulls away from me, looks at me strangely and then starts laughing.

"Ha ha very funny mean ole husband of mine. I'm going to tell Kev on you," he says, as he walks back into my arms and we kiss again. "I love you Justin."

"I love you too Nicky," I say as I take his hand and mine. "Chrissy is her to talk to us. Are we ready to go talk to her about our family?"

"Sure Justy, let's go talk to her," he says as we kiss once more before walking out of the room.

Los Angeles, CA -- The Muniz Estates

Aaron's POV

For the last few days, things with me and Frankie have returned somewhat to normal. I don't know what's actually going on between him and Justin, but I have a sinking feeling that something is still between them. I know that Justin said that they had a relationship and that he fucked it up, but I don't know what actually happened between them. My mind keeps telling me to confront both of them so we can get this out in the open, but my heart is just telling me to let it go and trust in our love. When I see them talking together so close, I just don't know what to think. Is there something still between them that can bring them back together and make him leave me or what? Please God, don't let him leave me, he's all I have right now.

"Hey baby, what's up with you? You look all pale and stuff," Frankie asks me, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me waist.

"Hey Frank, I'm okay, just thinking about some stuff is all," I say, not actually wanting to let on what it was I was thinking about.

"Do you want to talk about it baby? It looks like whatever it is has you all in knots," he says, kissing my cheek and pulling me down into his lap in the recliner.

"Actually I don't. Why don't we just sit here and take a nap for a bit." I suggest as he adjusts himself in the chair as we both got comfortable and he kisses me again.

"I love you Aaron. I'm always here for you baby," he says as we touch foreheads and he leans back in the chair as I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.

New York, NY -- The Home of Jesse McCartney's Parents

Justin Berfield's POV

What the hell was I thinking when I agreed to come to New York with him to meet his parents? We're not that serious yet and here I am meeting the parents. Scott and Ginger seem like nice people and Timmy and his sister Lea are okay. The only problem so far is Timmy and Ginger. Timmy doesn't like gay people and Ginger thinks I'm too old to date her son. I guess he should be dating an 18 year old or something, I'm only one year older than he is and she's flipping out. I would understand if she was flipping about the gay thing, but no, she's upset that he's with an older man, hell it's only one fucking year. She just needs to take a fucking chill pill and get over it.

We're sitting out in the backyard having a barbecue and I'm just not feeling it. I need a fucking drink or something to mellow me out. I just need to get away for an hour; maybe two so I can do something that will make me feel comfortable around the people. Things would be okay if Timmy wouldn't keep looking over here like he was going to hit me. I might like Jesse, but there's no law that says I have to like his mom and brother. If he tries something, I won't hesitate to beat his lil ass.

"Justin are you okay?" Jesse asks me, walking over to me and kissing me on the cheek.

"Not really, I'm a little bit...bit uncomfortable," I say, looking away from him. "I think I need to go for a walk or something."

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asks me, looking at me closely and then turning around to look at his family. "It's them isn't it?"

"No baby, I just need to go clear my head," I say, clearly lying to him.

"Well alright, I hope you enjoy your walk," he says, kissing me full on the lips now as I pull away from him and walk away.



I don't know any of the members of N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned.  I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay).  This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that.  This is for entertainment value only folks.