Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 19:54:43 +0000
From: G Boy <nickysboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Shoot Part 1 gay

Hi this is my first attempt at a story, though I have read quite a few.

DISCLAIMER - I don't know Nick Carter or any of the BSB's or any other
celebrity mentioned in this story.
If you are under 18 or are offended by the thought of two men engaged in
sexual activities then please dont read.

The Shoot - part one


I sat on the plane looking out at the pure white clouds that passed beneath
us. How weird had this last week been?!
This time last Monday I, little old 23 year old Carl Jennings, was just
putting the finishing touches to my second film back
home in England and now I was miles up in the air flying to LA to direct the
Backstreet Boys new video.
I was called at the set on Friday. Some American hot shot told me they
wanted me.
Why me? huh, tell me that. Aparently one of 'the boys' had seen my first
film and has specifcally asked for me.
Who? I asked. Which of the boys? I wasn't about to tell him that I sorta had
a crush on one of them.
Oh, if you have to know! It's Nick, obviously. I bet a million and one guys
and girls salivated at the prospect of even
seeing him wanting him pressed against them, breathing on their necks,
licking them..... boy did it get hot in here?!
Never mind the fantasising, I was expected to work with him. For hours on
end. Day after day. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
I thought that if I was going to do this I wasn't going to ruin it by
telling them I was gay. Not at this stage.
I know its nothing to be ashamed of but I was used to sexuallity being an
obstical in life. School, work etc.
Anyways I wanted to know why I had been chosen. I'm like that, see.
If I'm propositioned I want to know who, what, where, when and how!
He wouldn't tell me, just saying things would be explained in full when I
get to Los Angeles.

Now back to business. I was used to small independent films now I was
expected to leave all that behind and take the helm
of a multi million dollar promo vid. Hell, I don't know if I'm up to it. My
friends were all "Yeah go for it!" but, honestly,
I had literally only made two films in my whole life and maybe a couple of
shorts at Uni but apart from that, nada!
Small budget, small problems I could deal with. This was huge!

So enough of my bitching. I of course dropped everything. My apartment, my
car, my hopes of getting back with Darren,
the love of my life who had left me a few weeks earlier, and jumped on the
first flight. And now I'm here I can tell you I
am nervous as hell!
I had just listend to the song they wanted me to do the vid for. It was a
cool, but sad song about a guy whose girlfriend
has left him and he's dealing with it, the usual boy band fayre. It cunjured
up images that I, hopefully, would mould into a
coherent story. I sketched furiously onto the plain pad in front of me.
At this point the stewardess came up to me and offered me a glass of
champange. Who was I to refuse!
Six and a half glasses later I returned to the pad and put down all of my
mixed up ideas, just to get them into one place.
By the end of the flight I had almost finished the pad. I had to prepare for
the presentation in front of the Management and
the boys, which thank god was not until the morning. What with jet lag and
the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through
my blood stream I would be any use to anybody.

The car the execs had sent for me pulled up outside the Beverly Hills hotel.
I was shown to my room by a burly guard which
tipped me off that the group were staying in the same hotel. I dont know why
but that sent a shock through me. I was this
close to Nick and I didn't even know where he might 'pop out' of.

'Thanks' I said as the guard led me into my security checked suite. I mean
suite! It had a lounge and a bedroom off of it,
which in turn had an en-suite bathroom. This must have cost a pretty penny.
My bags had been placed by the HUGE bed.
I threw my coat on to the couch in the lounge and collapsed, wearily, into a
chair that I had moved by the window.
And there it was spread out before me. The spectical that is LA. The setting
of my spiritual home - Hollywood.

There was a knock at my door just as I was contemplating jumping under a
scorching shower. I replaced my shirt that had
been removed for just such a purpose.
Cursing I approached the door and flung it open intending to send whoever it
was away with a mighty big flea in their ear.
It took me a second to register who was there. The golden hair, spiked up,
the wicked smile and sparkle in the eyes.
My head swam as the object of my affection stood there in all his 6'+ glory.

"Um, Hi I'm Nick" he said snapping me out of my revirie

"Yeah." I mumbled lamely
"Just wanted to say Hi and welcome to the States." He was perfect. If I died
now I would be happy. "I heard you'd arrived
and knew you would have met anyone so I thought I'd be your welcome
committee."

"Thanks, that's real nice." I said. I just stood looking at him for a few
seconds before snapping out of my stupid staring
dream world. "Sorry, would you like to come in."

"Yeah, that'd be nice."
I moved to let him pass and caught a wiff of his aftershave. I couldn't tell
what it was but I could tell I liked it!
He flopped down into the couch. I resumed the seat I had left and looked at
him stupidly. A silence fell on the room.

"Been to LA before?" He asked breaking the silence.

"No, first time." I replyed "I've been to America before though. New York
before September 11th. Fantastic city.
I know you've been to the UK. Like it?"

"Yeah," He smiled "I love all of it, but espescially London."

"Me too. Definatly my fav place. Next to Paris, Rome and NY."

"You get around a bit, don't you!?" He chuckled

"Not as much as you. Didn't you go to a whole bunch of cities for the
millenium?"

"Jeez yeah! That was exhausting." He nodded "Exhausting but fun. I like to
get away as much as possible.
Back to the sea usually."

After that first silence we began talking like nobody's business. We must
have talked for two hours about family
and stuff like that. I felt I was begining to know him. We'd only just met
but I wanted to keep him as a friend if possible.
I was a little dissapointed that it wouldn't become more. He was just being
friendly, that was the kind of person he was,
I'd learned that already. He got up and stretched as he did I could see up
his shirt. I shouldn't have been looking but I
couldn't take my eyes off his body.
I had read all the press about how he was getting fat but to me he seemed
pretty ok. Hell, more that ok! He caught me
looking. Shit, I thought. But he must have ignored it

"I wanna see your storyboards for us in this video. Can I?" Honestly, how
could I refuse. I tried.

"I want to get them improved before the meeting in the morning." I said but
he persisted.

"Awwww come on! Please." I was only a couple of years older that him but I
felt like a fuddy duddy next to him.
Not that I'm shoddy. I go to the gym three times a week. I'm not one of
those muscle freaks but I like to stay defined.

"Sure." I was finally worn down. I handed him the pad in which I had put my
mad, schizoid drawings.

He looked them over. Turning the pages I watched his eyes. It reminded me of
that bit in Titanic where Jack is drawing
Rose and looks over the edge of the paper. As I was thinking this Nick
looked 'Jack style' at me.
I could just imagine myself in the back of a vintage car with him his arms
around me, his lips on mine.
Oh god, I need to get out more!

"I like it." He said

"It's all pretty basic. You guys in a room. Blah blah." I dismissed his
compliment. I hated being complimented.
A bit weird for someone in the business I'm in.

"Come on. It's got heart. It's a touching story. I just hope we can pull it
off in the four minutes." he stood up and moved
behind me placing the pad on my lap. I thought I would burst if he breathed
on me, but he just sat on the arm of the chair.

"I especially like this bit." He showed me the rough drawing of a face
against a window.
A 'tear' is falling down his cheek then the camera is supposed to pull away
to reveal that the tear is actually a rain drop.

"I liked it as well. I thought of it when I ..." I looked into his eyes and
felt that feeling again. "God, I'm hungry." I said
changing the subject.

"When you what?." He asked.

"Doesn't matter."

"Please." He gave me the killer look again

"I thought of that scene the night I had my heart broken, no biggie." I
tried to laugh it off but the thought of Darren still hurt.
How he just walked out one Wednesday morning.

"Was she special?" I looked at him funny before I realised he didn't know I
was gay.

"You could say that." I needed to be alone "Look, I don't mean to be nasty
or anything but I'm tired." He got the hint and
stood up.

"I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories...."

"It's fine." I interrupted

"If your still hungry room service is good here."

"Thanks." I showed him out. Shutting the door I thought "What the HELL are
you doing!!?? Just be honest with him."
But I was too tired to think straight. I had flown from England, met the man
of my dreams and remembered the one who
had distroyed my faith in the whole male species.

Me and Nick connected tonight, on some level. Not necessarily the one I
would have wanted but a level none the less.
I hoped to get to know him better.
If everything went well tomorrow then we'd have at least a week. My shoot
would take longer that normal vids.

I ordered a couple of large pizzas from room service. They arrived quickly
and were devoured just as fast before
I fell into the large bed and into a sound sleep
_______________________________________________________________________

Well thats part one. It's a bit of a slow started but it should speed up
with time and if I'm not too busy!
Mail me with suggestions and ideas if you like
nickysboy@hotmail.com