Well, this is the next section to Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie. Um, I really don't have tons to say here. So let's start with--If you're not allowed to read this story for whatever societal, legal or self-inflicted restriction--don't. This story is only fantasy and holds no truth whatsoever, blah blah blah. As always, if you need to e-mail me for any reason, I'd love to hear from you. The addy is worknprog@yahoo.com! Also, I got an e-mail from a person going by "Zulu"--sorry I didn't respond dude, but I accidentally deleted your e-mail. Forgive me? Thanks for the e-mail though, it was greatly appreciated! If you (r)e-mail me about THIS section, I promise I'll reply! (Ofcourse you can tell I took my time to get this section out--as you suggested) :-) And CheerJess, I got your last e-mail, too. I accidentally deleted it, so if you'll e-mail me again when you read this, I promise to write back this time. Here's the story:
"I'm gonna be a wheel someday, I'm gonna be somebody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want you. And everything's gonna go my way. I won't need nobody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want you. You can cry while you were high high high. If you were wondering why I don't look at you when I go rolling by. I'm gonna be a wheel someday, I'm gonna be somebody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want you."~Sheryl Crow.
Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie By-Lep
(Part 6)
"Not right now, Brian." I groaned sleepily and waved my hand in front of my face.
For about a full second he left me alone. But then I felt the lips and tongue on my face again. I shut my eyes tightly and rolled over.
"Damnit, Brian. I'm trying to sleep." I giggled slightly as I tried to get him to leave me alone.
My rolling away from him didn't deter him. I felt him kissing me again, running his tongue along my lips.
"Stop it!" I was beginning to get angry as I moved my head away.
Brian just kept on kissing me.
"Brian, I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" I stated angrily, opened my eyes quickly and grabbed his head.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was shocked. Brian had grown big floppy ears, a muzzle, and needed a shave badly.
"My, my, my Brian. You're such an animal." I said dryly as I looked at the huge dog laying on the bed with me.
The dog just cocked it's head to the side, then lapped its tongue out at me, licking me across my cheek. I groaned and laughed at the same time, then rolled out of the bed. The dog, which I could tell was atleast part golden retriever, laid on the bed and watched me as I stumbled into the bathroom. I leaned up against the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes had actually gone away since I'd started my week off from production. I yawned widely as I stood there. The mystery dog on the bed looked at me and yawned along with me, then began to pant loudly. I gave a chuckle, then walked back to the bed and sat down next to him. I was just beginning to scratch him behind the ears when I heard a kissing noise in the hallway.
"Here boy." I heard Brian whisper, then make more kissing noises.
I looked down at the dog and laughed to myself as I heard Brian getting closer and closer to our bedroom, his whispers and "kissy" noises getting louder. I sat there, watching the door, waiting for Brian to peek his head in.
"Hey, baby." Brian peeked in the door and smiled widely as he saw me sitting with the dog. "Who's this?" I pointed down at the dog. "Um, well, um. I haven't got a name for him yet." Brian looked down at the floor. "Where'd he come from?" "Someone must have dumped him off. He was outside when I went to take a walk." Brian answered really quick.
I just sat there and looked at Brian, giving him a look like I knew he was lying.
"Okay, so I got him from the pound. But someone dumped him THERE." Brian looked up and smiled at me. "Oh lordy." I looked down at the dog and patted him briefly. "Well I was watching the T.V. when I got up and they had this spot about all the dogs at the L.A. shelter that needed homes. And, well, I figured we could use a dog." Brian tried to state his case to me. "Brian, he takes up more room on the bed than you do!" I laughed and waved at the sprawled out dog. "So?" Brian laughed with me. "You should've have just gotten Tyke back from, oh, who's-e-what's-it." "Leigh Anne?" Brian smiled at me. "Yeah, the cunt." I smiled evily. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Brian giggled and walked over to sit down next to me on the bed.
I looked down at the dog, then at Brian, then back at the dog, then at Brian again. I could tell Brian was dead-set on keeping the dog and was already in love.
"Brian, we're in Barb's house. We can't have no dog here." I tried to be logical. "Well, can I tell you something?" Brian got a serious look on his face. "Um, sure baby." "I've been thinking about this for awhile now. I've been wanting to go to the next level with you, Matt. And I mean, marriage is not an option for you right? You have something against it, right?" "Right." I agreed quickly. "Well, I thought that the next step considering that would be kids or a dog." Brian stated it bluntly. "Okay, we can keep the dog." I laughed loudly. "I thought you'd feel that way." Brian smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "What brought this on? Back in the day you said you didn't want any kids." I nuzzled his neck. "Yeah, but I started to think about how much fun it would be to try and knock you up." Brian teased. "Oh really?" "Yep. I thought you'd look cute nine months pregnant." Brian laid his hand on my stomach and rubbed it slowly. "I'm much too vain to get pregnant, you'll have to carry the baby." I teased back. "Seriously, baby. Why don't we have a kid?" Brian looked up at me, then leaned down to kiss my stomach.
I moaned lightly and ran my hand through Brian's hair.
"Brian, as much as I'd enjoy letting you knock me up, there's something you're missing here." I sighed. "What?" Brian replied, then went back to kiss my stomach. "Girls have babies. Guys don't. Do we need to have that talk about the birds and the bees again?" I teased, then ran my hand through his hair again. "I know that, silly." Brian punctuated the sentence with another kiss to my navel. "Then what?" "There's always adoption." "Good lord." I laughed lightly. "But I'd still like to try and knock you up." Brian looked up at me evily. "Not in front of the children." I replied and patted the dog. "I don't think he'll tell anyone." Brian smiled up at me and began to hook his hands into my boxers. "Brian..." I grabbed Brian's hands and held them where they were. "Yes, baby?" Brian leaned down and kissed my navel, then looked up at me. "I'm not saying yes right now." I stated. "It's a big step, ya' know?" "Will you think about it?" "Can we get rid of the dog if I say yes?" I smiled. "No." Brian laughed. "God, I'm here trying to make a deal and you're just not working with me." I laughed and leaned down to kiss him on the tip of his nose. "This means alot to me, Matt. All I'm asking is that you think about it." Brian said seriously. "I'll think about it. Anything for you." I replied. "Now can I try to knock you up?" Brian leered up at me evily as he began to slide my boxers down. "If you must." I teased with a wide smile. "Well I don't have to, but he might kill me if I don't." Brian smiled up at me as he pointed down at the very visible tent in the front of his khakis. "Oh no! We can't upset HIM!" I laughed.
My laughter was cut short as Brian roughly pushed me back on the bed and jumped on top of me. The dog made a "yip" sound and dashed off the bed to places unknown. I was about to laugh at the dog, but Brian grabbed my hands and held them over my head on the bed and began to roughly grind his crotch against mine. I gently thrust my hips upwards as Brian leaned down and gently kissed me, then slowly slid his tongue between my lips.
"You scared your son." I smiled as Brian pulled away, then slowly rolled my hips up to meet his again. "Daddy will apologize to him later." Brian grinned, then leaned down to kiss me again. "If you're daddy, does that make me mommy?" I giggled as I leaned up to nibble on Brian's neck. "Well, you are the bitch in the relationship here." Brian punctuated his smart assed remark by quickly pushing me back on the bed and pulling my legs up on his shoulders. "Daddy, don't make mommy show you what a bitch is, k?" I reprimanded him as he slowly begin to rub his crotch against my slightly upturned ass. "Ooooooh, kinky." Brian grinned evily, then leaned down and kissed me roughly, shoving his tongue in my mouth.
I moved my tongue into Brian's mouth, letting my tongue roll around with his. I reached behind Brian and grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter to me. I began to rub Brian's ass roughly, then pulled my mouth away from his and moved my lips down to his neck. I began to suck on his neck, then licked my way up his neck to his ear and slowly began to nibble on his earlobe. Brian drew air in through his teeth as I worked on his ear.
"Oh yeah, Matt." Brian groaned heavily into my ear as I sucked on his earlobe. "This isn't really fair." I stated as I let go of his ear, leaving it wet and glistening. "What's that, baby?" Brian heaved as I rubbed his ass and looked up at him. "Well, here I am naked and ready for you to make love to me, and you haven't even taken your shirt off." I explained as I reached up and slowly tugged at the collar to his shirt.
Before I knew what happened, Brian had ripped off his shirt and had thrown it towards the closet, then got off me and let me lay my legs out. He straddled my waist and looked down at me with passion in his eyes.
"What about the pants?" I grinned up at him. "I thought you might take care of that for me." Brian smiled mischieviously.
I leaned up on my elbows, then looked at Brian, taking him in. I let my eyes pan down from the top of his head, to his neck, to his chest, down to the button of his khakis. I looked up at him intently as I slowly unbuttoned his pants and rolled them down over his hips. As soon as I had his pants rolled down as far as they'd go with Brian sitting atop me, Brian stood up, towering over me as I laid on the bed. I got up off the bed into a kneeling position, making sure to keep my eyes on Brian's as I reached up for the waist of his pants again. I smiled up at Brian as I yanked his pants down quickly, almost making him fall over on the bed. Brian eyed me reprimandingly as I reached up and slowly pull his boxers down. As his cock was released from it's confines, it flipped up and hit his stomach, making an audible slapping noise. I helped Brian out of his boxers, then laid back on my elbows, just watching him as he stood above me, completely naked.
"Well you gonna come down here or not?" I smiled up at him innocently, with my tongue in my cheek. "Oh, I'm definitely going to come down there." Brian grinned, then practically fell on me. "Well if that wasn't subtle." I laughed, but was quickly silenced by Brian's lips.
(Part 7)
It won't be long, you know. What are you talking about? You know you fucked up, Matt. I fucked up? Still don't know anything about covering your ass, do you? Who the hell are you? Still haven't figured it out, have you? Figured what out?!?! What do you want? Why don't you answer your phone?
BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
"Holy shit!" I practically jumped out of bed.
My chest was heaving and sweat was pouring off my forehead. I looked around, seeing nothing but black. The house was completely dark except for the little bit of moonlight that was streaming through the skylight over the bed.
Just a fucking dream.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIING!
"Jesus Christ!" I jumped as Brian sat up in the bed and flipped the light on. "How many times does it have to ring before you answer that thing?"
I looked at Brian, then the ringing phone on the bedside table. I just glanced at Brian, then slowly walked over to the phone. Surely it I didn't dream the phone was going to ring. That wasn't exactly plausible. As I reached to pick up the phone, I stared Brian in the eyes, sure my fear was showing. The sweat ran like a river down my brow as Brian rolled his eyes, waiting on me to answer the phone.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIING!
"Well?" Brian sighed.
Instead of picking up the phone, I shoved it, knocking it to the floor, the reciever falling off the cradle in a clatter.
"What is up with you?" Brian smiled nervously as I slowly sat back down on the bed. "Just a bad dream, I guess." I whispered as I looked at the phone on the floor. "Want me to make it better?" Brian asked seductively as he crept up behind me on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck with his face. "Can you?" I smiled to myself. "If you want me to." Brian whispered in my ear and slowly nibbled on my neck. "Definitely, baby." "Sorry, but I can't." I felt Brian move back from me slightly. "Do what?" I laughed and turned slightly to look at Brian.
What I saw immediately scared me. Brian's face was completely pale, almost as white as a sheet of paper. And his eyes were completely black and sunk into his face. His teeth were yellow and pointing, twisting his mouth into a wolf-like shape.
"You should've answer the phone, Matt." I screamed as Brian lunged at me, his fangs bared.
"Damnit, Matt! Wake up, already." I felt someone shaking me roughly.
Without even opening my eyes to see who it was, I jumped out of the bed, swinging my arms in all directions, as if fighting off some invisible man. I kept flailing my arms for a couple seconds and backing up quickly until I slammed into the wall, hitting my head, and stopping dead in my tracks. My chest was heaving as I breathed in and out, afraid to open my eyes. I stood there, with my (probably bleeding) head against the wall, gasping frantically to catch my breath. Finally I opened my eyes, my chest still heaving, to see Brian looking at me calmly from the bed, the sunlight shining bright through the open window.
"Bad dream?" Brian stated subtley.
I didn't answer, I just stared at him, waiting for him to turn into a werewolf again. I finally got my breathing under control, but just stood there, silent.
"Baby, you really shouldn't sleep this late, it makes you act odd." Brian laughed as he hopped out of bed and walked across the room, laughing at me, to the bathroom.
I exhaled heavily as I heard Brian lift the lid of the toilet and start to conduct business. I sighed as I walked over to the bed and plopped down beside the still sleeping and as of yet un-named dog. I sat there with my head in my hands for a few seconds before I felt a head lay down in my lap. I opened my eyes to see our new dog look up at me, his head on my leg.
"What are you looking at?" I giggled and rubbed him behind the ears. "Baby, I've got a great idea." I heard Brian shouting from behind the closed door. "What?" "Let's go to India." "Huh?!?" I laughed. "Let's take a trip to India. Or Tahiti... maybe Costa Rica." Brian shouted back.
I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I opened the door to see Brian slathering on shaving cream.
"Tahiti?" I looked at him and laughed. "Yeah, Tahiti." He looked at me and grinned through a face of white foam.
I shrugged my shoulders and hopped up on the counter top, next to the sink. I ran some water in the sink, then shut off the tap. I grabbed Brian by the waist, and pulled him between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, then grabbed the razor. I slowly and carefully began to slide the razor down his left cheek, the foam disappearing.
"I must really trust you." Brian smiled as I swirled the razor in the sink to clean it off before going back to his face. "I wonder why you'd trust me?" I crossed my eyes and made a silly face before sliding the razor down Brian's cheek again. "It's sorta nice having someone to do this for you." "Don't be too thankful, we're going to shave your ass next." "Funny, ha ha." Brian didn't think it was funny. "You gots a rug growing back there, baby." I laughed as I swirled the razor in the sink again.
Brian reached up and ran his finger through part of the foam on his other cheek and quickly dabbed it on the tip of my nose.
"You dork." "That's what they call me." I smiled. "So, how about the trip?" "You want to take a trip? Why not Hawaii, or Australia ... or even London?" I asked. "Anyone can go to those places. It'd be quite something to go somewhere third world-ish." Brian grinned proudly. "Well, why don't we go Sarajevo and see if we can find any old land mines by playing hop scotch?" I laughed. "Just as long as we get to go somewhere--fine." Brian agreed. "I was teasing." "Well, what's wrong with India?" "A billion people in a country a third the size of the U.S.? Well you do the math on that one Einstein." "Okay, so it's a little crowded." He laughed. "If there was an award for subtlety...." "Hey, you finish production on your movie in two weeks. I don't have anything going on for a month or two. Why not?" "Don't use logic with me, Brian. It's no use." I grunted. "Am I going to have to hurt you?" Brian cocked an eyebrow evily. "Be careful baby, I might like it." I laughed as I began work on his chin. "Come on. Just promise me we'll take off and get away for awhile." Brian grabbed my hand and held it in his, keeping me from shaving anymore. "Jeez, Brian. You're just springing everything on me today. First the smelly dog, then kids, then a vacation." "It's just one of those days."
I just stood there and stared at Brian, trying to figure him out. I watched his big blue eyes stare back into mine, and I began to melt.
"Fine, we can take a damn vacation." I laughed and yanked my hand away from him.
Brian just beamed at me as I began to finish my job with his shaving.
"There you go. Now I can tell you and the dog apart." I leaned forward and kissed Brian on the tip of his nose. "So, we've successfully slept until noon today. Where shall we go to eat?" Brian slid from between my legs and began to wash his face off in the sink. "The Y?" I smiled evily and looked down at his crotch. "You get one day off and just want to waste it in bed?" Brian scolded me. "It's not a waste if you're in the bed with me. Duh." I retorted. "Well, even though you're stroking my ego, I insist we get out of the house." "Oh, fine. Let's just do whatever Brian wants to do today." I teased and hopped off the counter and out of the bathroom. "Just go get your fine ass dressed." Brian laughed as I walked into the bedroom.
(Part 8)
"So, what time do you have to be on set tomorrow?" Brian asked as he sipped his margarita. "Not until noon. I think they're doing some extras shots, so they won't need me." "Good, 'cause I failed to tell you about the big surprise tonight." Brian smiled across the table at me. "Um, you got us a cat, too?" "Okay, mister smart pants. If you keep getting fiesty..." Brian began. "Okay, okay. Tell me." I laughed. "The guys are coming into town." "WOO HOO!" I screamed loud enough for the whole restuarant to hear me.
Brian just laughed as everyone turned to look at me.
"Excited?" "Ofcourse! I haven't seen them in a couple months." I replied anxiously. "Well, they're going to be here in like two hours." Brian stated as he looked down at his watch.
I just sat there and stared at him.
"What?" Brian cocked his head to the side. "Well, this is a special occasion. Can't I have one drink?" I asked mischievously and looked at his glass. "But you've been doing so good." "I know, but you gotta have fun every once and awhile." I grinned. "Oh fine. I'll go get you a drink." Brian laughed and got up to go to the bar. "What do you want?"
My cell phone rang from deep within my backpack right after Brian finished asking.
"A vodka tonic." I answered and began to dig thru my backpack for my ringing cell phone. "Aight, I'll be right back, baby." "'kay." I responded as I finally found my phone.
I fumbled for a minute to get it to flip open, then hit the send button. I pulled the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" I spoke into the receiver as I picked up a morsel of food off my plate and popped it into my mouth. "Miss me?" I heard a man's voice ask. "Is this Nick?" I asked excitedly. "No." "Kevin?" "Not even close, Matt." "Okay, A.J. Stop playin' around! What's goin' on, boy?" I laughed. "Third strike, you're out." The man stated in a sinister voice. "Then who is this?" I asked, turned slowly around in my seat to look at the people around me, trying not to look too stupid. "You can't see me, can you?" The man followed up with a maniacal giggle. "Come on, who is this?" I asked nervously. "If I told you who I was, wouldn't that ruin all the fun we're having?" "Listen, buddy. You've been fucking with me for the last three months, and I still haven't seen you do anything but call my cell phone and make like a stalker. Give it a rest already. I'm getting tired of making time for your stupid ass...." "You'll see plenty soon." "Is that supposed to scare me?" I gave a pride-filled laugh. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to." "Then why don't you?" I stated calmly.
The man didn't answer.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably in some other state. You're probably some dumbass little teenage jack off that doesn't have anything better to do than to jack off to my pictures and still lives with his mommy and daddy." I laughed again. "You're boyfriend's back." The man stated.
I looked up to see Brian set my drink down and take his seat next to me.
"I can see you, but you can't see me. But just wait, you'll be seeing plenty of me very soon." Then the caller hung up.
I pulled the phone away from my ear, and looked down at it. I hated to admit it, but after months of these calls, I was started to get spooked. They were getting worse and worse as the days went by. I was getting the calls on set, at Barb's house, in taxi's, while I was at conferences--just about anywhere you could think of.
"So, who was on the phone?" Brian asked, waking me from my thought. "A.J." I thought quickly, as to not let on to Brian. "What did that retard want?" Brian asked as he sipped at his drink. "I don't know. He was just calling to fuck around." I sighed, and took a huge gulp of my drink. "Slow down, baby. I don't want you to be shit-faced when the guys show up later." Brian laughed.
(Part 9)
"Hey, Barb just paged me." I stopped Brian dead in his tracks as I looked down at my beeper that was hooked onto my front pocket. "Well, can't she wait until we get the guys?" Brian moaned. "Boy, you know I haven't heard from her in a week." "Then she can wait another fifteen minutes." "Just go meet the guys and meet me back here." I laughed and pointed to the food court at the entrance to the airport. "Oh fine, leave me all alone." Brian teased. "Just do it." I smiled evily as I walked towards the food court.
I sat down at a vacant table in the corner and dug my cell phone out of my pocket as I watched Brian walk towards the terminal where the guys would come in at. I dialed the number on my pager and waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello?" I heard Barb's voice. "Yes, this is Pierre at Ho's For Hire returning your call." I replied in a French accent. "Hey, Matt!" Barb squealed. "No, no, no! This is Pierre! I'm calling to tell you about our specials!" I insisted. "Okay, Pierre. What do I get for fifty?" She played along. "I'll keep taking care of your house while you stay on your three month long vacation. For one hundred, I might water your plants." "What about two hundred?" "I'll ditch Brian and take care of YOU!" I replied with a low, sexy voice. "You're awful, you know that?" Barb laughed loudly. "Well, duh! So what's up Shasta McNasty?" "Guess what?" "I hate it when you say that. Then I know I ain't gonna like what I hear!" "Well, sweetie....I'm going to be gone for another month." Barb sighed, knowing I was going to chew her out. "Damnit Barb! I've already been here for three months! Brian wants to take a vacation in a couple weeks when production is done. Where are you? I'm at the airport. I'm gonna hop a flight and come deliver you a smack down." I spoke in a rant. "I bet you haven't been laid in about a week." Barb retorted. "Oh, now that was definitely hitting below the belt. I can't believe you'd call me and ask me to stay at your house for another full month and then insult my ass after I done stayed there for three months already. Your plants are gonna die lady! Your lucky you don't have any pets. I'd kill them and mail them to you!" I kept ranting. "So, you'll stay and watch my house?" Barb asked sweetly. "Ofcourse!" I replied cheerfully, acting like I hadn't just cussed her out. "You are too crazy." Barbara was laughing so hard I thought she'd choke. "I know, I know." But if you call again in a month and say you're not coming back, it's gonna be your and me, missy." I threatened her. "Okay, okay. Hugs and kisses. Tell Brian I said 'hi' and give him a big hug for me." Barb responded. "Aight, bye bye." I stated before quickly hanging up the phone and sliding it back into my pocket.
I stared down at the top of the table, wondering how I was going to break it to Brian that we couldn't take a vacation for a month. I took my thumb and began to scratch at the tabletop where the paint was already begin to flake away. I sat there for several minutes, just scraping away paint and thinking about things to myself, until I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.
"Aren't you Matt Thompson?" The person asked before I could even look up. "Yeah, that would be me." I replied sweetly, then looked up to see Nick standing by my side. "Well, I just wanted to know if I could have your autograph!" Nick smiled goofily and looked down at me. "Sure, sexy. Whatcha got?" I played along.
Nick didn't respond, he just reached for his pants and began to unbutton them.
"Okay, we're not going THERE!" I stopped him quickly with a loud laugh. "Fine. If you don't want to sign my ass, I don't care." He huffed and sat down in the chair next to me. "Maybe next time, dude. I just ate though." I teased. "So what's up, mister movie star?" "Working my ass off and missing you buttholes." I smiled and leaned over to give him a hug.
Nick returned my hug, but seemed to latch on. He practically choked me he was hugging me so hard.
"Damn boy." I giggled as I managed to pull away.
I noticed the smell of whiskey on his breath as his face went by mine.
"Thanks, Matt. I needed that." Nick sighed. "Did you and Jack have a fight?" I asked, waving my hand in front of my face. "Huh?" "Your breath, dude." I laughed. "Oh, yeah. Well A.J. and I are sorta on the rocks." Nick hiccupped, adding a perfect hint of comedy to his explanation. "Shit. What happened?" "I told him he needed to squash the rumors that he's dating Amanda. He said he wouldn't 'cause he didn't want anyone to know he was gay, yet. And I told him he didn't have to tell the world he was gay, but he needed to set things straight that he wasn't dating that nasty skank..." "Nick baby, slow down." I put my hand up. "I'm sorry. I'm just upset is all." Nick sunk into his chair. "I'm sure A.J. will come to his senses and decide to set things straight." I suggested. "I hope so. I haven't gotten any for two weeks." Nick grinned evily. "You are so bad." I laughed at him. "Duh." "So, where's Brian and the others?" I changed the subject. "Getting the bags. Should we go out to the limo?" Nick asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Not to disappoint you, but we're in Barbara's car." "Moving down in the world, are we?" "I guess. And no, it doesn't have a wet bar in it. You'll have to wait until we get back to Barb's house." "Fuck." Nick stated mildly. "My thoughts exactly." "Here they come." Nick waved his hand towards the terminal.
I looked over to see Brian walking towards us with a big smile on his face, the guys trailing behind him. A.J. was clearly upset as well. I put on my brightest smile as I watched them come towards us.
"Well it's about time! I haven't seen you guys in forever." I remained cheerful as I stood to hug each one of them.
Each one of the guys seem to be only mildly upbeat. I think all of them had had something to do with A.J. and Nick having problems.
"Why don't you guys head on out to Barb's car and put your bags in the back. Matt and I will meet you out there." Brian suggested as I pulled away from my last hug with Kevin. "Alright. Come on guys." Kevin took charge like always, and the four of them headed out towards the parking lot.
Brian and I stood there, watching them walk out of sight. Finally, when they were out of earshot, Brian turned to me with a frown.
"I hope they cheer up while they're here." Brian shook his head. "Is this all just because of A.J. and Nick?" I asked. "I guess so. Nick and A.J. have been staying at the apartment with Kevin and Howie. I guess everyone has gotten to hear a few fights in the middle of the night." "We'll cheer them up tonight, baby." I smiled, trying to be positive. "I hope you have a plan, 'cause I sure don't know what to do." "Come on, boy. Leave it up to Ole Matt." I grabbed Brian by the arm and headed out to the parking lot.
(Part 10)
"So, how have things been?" I asked A.J. as I pulled a shirt off the rack in front of me and held it up against my chest for him to grade. "I like that one. Things are okay." A.J. squinted at me, aware that I was hinting. "That's good. Any news to report?" I avoided eye contact as I slid the draped the shirt over my arm and kept looking. "Okay, so Nick and I are having problems!" A.J. said loudly enough for the people outside of the department store to hear.
A.J. immediately regained his composure and looked around to see if anyone had heard him.
"Prozac moment?" I asked blankly as he turned back to look at me. "I'm sorry. I just haven't slept in like a week." I could tell he was telling the truth when I looked at his bloodshot eyes. "So....what's the big deal? Tell the press you aren't doing Amanda. No biggie." I explained as I pulled another shirt off and held it up. "No, I want that one." A.J. snatched the shirt away. "It's not that easy. They're gonna want to know why, when, and who I'm dating now." "Tell them it's private. I mean, I know you've had to deal with the press longer than I have, but whether you tell the truth or not, they still make up stories anyway. So just tell them it's none of their business and let them speculate. It's not like you haven't had that happen before." "You sound just like Kevin." "Probably because Kevin was right and so am I." I laughed. "I know you're right, Matt. I know Kevin was right. But I'm just scared is all." A.J. sighed.
I just turned and looked A.J. up and down.
"What?" He asked. "Scared? You with the body art and piercings? Getting poked with big pointy metal things doesn't bother you, but the threat of being outted does?" "You know what I mean." He laughed. "Pussy." I pretended to have an attitude. "What? Oh no you didn't!" A.J. teased back. "Oh yes I did, bitch. Whatcha gonna do?" "I'm going to......" "Yes?" I turned to look at him. "I'm going to go apologize to Nick." A.J. headed towards the door to the store. "Better go do it whilst he's drunk. He might give you a little sumpin sumpin." I replied. "Hey, Matt?" A.J. strolled back up to me. "What, babes?" I looked up from the clothes rack. "You know, you really are a good friend." "Thanks, boy. But you know Kevin told you the same thing I did." I smiled. "Yeah, but it always sounds better coming from you." A.J. grinned widely and headed towards the exit.
I picked out a couple more shirts before I realized I was being watched. I don't know how I noticed, but I was pulling a shirt off a hanger to "inspect it" and I accidentally dropped it. I cussed to myself, since my arms were already full of shirts and jeans, but bent down to pick it up. As I crouched down to grab it, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of legs on the other side of the rack of clothes. The rack was sorta tall, but not so tall that I wouldn't have seen the person there while I was standing. I stayed squated there for a moment, looking at the pair of legs, thinking miscellaneous thoughts. I started to get spooked, and slowly stood up and looked across the rack. There was no head to go with those legs. Just when I was about to push the rack to see if anyone moved, a head slowly poked up, as if someone standing back up from squating like I was. The person had on a hat, and he kept his head tilted down enough so that I could not see anything but a pair of lips beneath the brim of the hat. I don't know why, but something about the whole incident made cold chills run up and down my spine. I turned away from the person and quickly walked over to the cashier. Nervously, I pulled out my credit card and paid for my purchases. The girl behind the register almost fainted when she realized who I was, but I tried to act like it was no big deal. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. As soon as I had my bags in my hand, I walked back, past the rack I was previously standing at. I noticed that the same man wasn't there anymore. I don't know why, but this spooked me even more than before. I didn't bother to look for him, I just left the store as quickly as possible, slamming the door behind me. I had walked several steps before I looked back, making sure I wasn't being followed. The man wasn't there, but there were hundreds of people walking around me down the corridor of the mall. I turned my face back to look ahead and walked a little further, feeling a bit safer. I looked back a second time, and practically froze. The man in the hat was following me. The hat still hung far enough down so I couldn't see his whole face, but it was the same guy from the shop. For a split second, I thought it might just be a coincidence that he's walking behind me. But after that split second, another word entered my mind. Stalker. Then another. Murder. I quickly began walking towards Old Navy. Brian was there. I'd be safe with him. The quicker I walked, the more often I looked back, only to see the man with the hat coming closing to catching up with me. I don't know how it must have looked, or what possessed me to do it, but I began running, sliding between people walking in front of me, jumping over anything in my path, and slightly pushing people here and there. I saw the sign to Old Navy in front of me, and looked back a final time to still see the man right behind me, running to keep up. I turned my head back around just in time to see Brian right before I ran face first into him, throwing us both to the ground with a "thud". Instead of getting up slowly and seeing if Brian was okay, I turned over quickly and looked back to see if the man was still there. I didn't see him, but the crowd had certainly gathered around Brian and me.
"Jesus Christ, Matt!" I heard Brian groan from the floor to my side.
I whipped my head around like a jittery bitch and saw Brian slowly sitting up, holding his head.
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry Brian!" I exclaimed, finally realizing what I'd done. "Are you two okay?" A woman standing with the rest of the people around us knelt down to ask. "I'm fine. Are you okay, Brian?" I looked over to see him shoot me a 'fuck you' look. "What the hell are you guys doing?" Kevin pushed through the crowd and looked down at us. "Matt just ran right into me!" Brian accused me as he was slowly pulled up off the floor by Kevin. "Brian, I told you I'm sorry." I gushed as I peeled myself off the ground.
I looked around to see all the people watching us, feeling quite embarassed by what I'd just done. I was so embarassed, I almost forgot that this run in was caused by me running from "the man".
"Jeez, your nose is bleeding, Brian. Come on." Kevin hauled Brian away from the crowd by the arm. "Come on Matt! Sorry, folks. The show's over."
Kevin sure knew how to take charge. I looked back a final time over my shoulder as I followed the guys. The man had mysteriously vanished. How was I going to explain this to Kevin and Brian? I just kept my mouth shut as I trailed behind them towards the bathroom, carrying my multitude of bags in my right hand.
"Goddamn, Matt! What the hell did you have to run me down for?!?" Brian was half-serious, half-teasing. "I didn't mean to. I didn't realize I was going to run into you." I explained as I sat my bags on the sink, then squated down to make sure no one was in the bathroom stalls. "Well you did. Like a fuckin' truck." Brian laughed. "I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't mean to." I walked over to him and Kevin and gave him a kiss on the lips. "What got into you?" Kevin asked. "I saw you come running all the way from JC Penny's." "I guess I just got a little spooked...." "Shit, I'm gonna spook you sometime and let you try out for the Olympics." Brian teased, then cringed and Kevin dabbed at his left nostril with a paper towel. "Aight, enough jokes." "Well, he's right Matt. I don't think anything, short of mowing Brian down, was going to stop you." Kevin laughed. "Why couldn't you have run into A.J.? You could've knocked some sense into him." Brian helped Kevin tease me. "Actually, A.J. said he was on his way to make up with Nick before I left the store." I sighed. "Well thank God. And I think you've stopped bleeding now." Kevin replied as he threw the paper towel in the trash next to the sink. "Guys, can we head home now? I think I'm ready to leave this place. It's no wonder I got the creeps, we're in the Beverly Center afterall. All the anorexia and bulemia can really really scare you." I laughed. "Yes, we can gather up the guys and head home." Brian grabbed my hand and led me towards the bathroom door as he laughed with Kevin at my previous statement.
(Part 11)
"We've had a good day, haven't we?" Brian walked out of the bathroom wearing just his boxers. "Yeah. But I'm a tired bitch." I replied over the top of the book I was reading.
I was already curled up in bed reading a book with our new dog's head laid on my stomach, sound asleep. I closed my book as Brian slid underneath the covers next to me and laid it on the bedside table.
"Well, you'll be happy to know that Nick and A.J. are in there fucking right now as we speak." Brian laid his head on my chest with a giggle. "I'm glad to hear that they made up," I started as I began to run my hand through Brian's hair, "but I could've gone the whole night without knowing that they're getting it on in Barbara's bedroom." "They better not be the only ones that got it on tonight." Brian spoke with a hint of horniness in his voice as I stroked his hair. "They won't be baby." I smiled. "Oh really?" Brian lifted his head from my chest and looked at me. "No. I'm sure Kevin's in there getting a little sumpin from Howie as we speak." I couldn't help it, it was too easy. "Oh, you are such an asshole." Brian laughed and grabbed his pillow, swatting me in the face.
I grabbed the dog's head, as if shielding him from danger.
"Brian! You're going to hurt our son!" I scolded him fakely as I held onto the now awake dog. "Well he better move, or he's really going to get hurt when I jump you." Brian all but yanked his boxers down. "Fuck the dog." I said with a smile, shoving the dog out of the way. "That's what I'm talking about!" Brian laughed and practically fell on top of me. "Baby, I have something to tell you before we do this." I spread my legs and planted my feet on bed, my knees sticking up in the air.
Brian's body was now comfortably cradled between my legs, his hardening cock pressing into mine.
"Yes, baby?" Brian whispered before leaning down to bury his face in my neck. "I love you...," I paused, then finished my sentence before Brian could,"more." "My thoughts exactly, sexy." Brian gave me a wicked grin.
Brian and I stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity, just exchanging a look that only two people that truly love each other would understand. Brian slowly lowered his head back down to my neck. I moaned softly as Brian nibbled and kissed my neck, slowly working his way to the middle of my chest. I ran my fingers through Brian's hair as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Brian wadded up my shirt and threw it towards the corner of the room, gave me his mischievous grin again, then moved his attention back to my chest. He kissed his way to my left nipple, and softly kissed it, then slowly swirled his tongue around it, making both nipples--and my cock--perk up. When Brian felt my cock poking into his stomach, he looked up at me with another grin and slid down my body until his face was right over my crotch. Keeping his eyes on mine, Brian hooked his fingers into my boxers. I lifted my hips slightly, almost making his chin touch my clothe covered cock. Slowly, as if to tease me, he slid my boxers down. As soon as the boxers slide past my dick, it sprung free, slapping my stomach, leaving a trail of precum on my bellybutton. Brian threw my boxers at my shirt and leaned down quickly to lap up my precum from my stomach. I raised my hips again as I moaned, my cock slipping across Brian's neck.
"You ready, baby." Brian asked me as he teased the piss slit of my cock with the tip of his finger. "God yes, Brian." I groaned loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Brian didn't waste anytime. He firmly grasped my cock, then lapped up the dribble of precum off the head of my cock, then took me into his mouth. I immediately grabbed onto the back of Brian's head and began thrusting my cock into his throat, almost gagging him each time my cockhead hit the back of his throat. I could hear Brian's muffled groans each time I thrust into his mouth, but he had me so hard, I couldn't help taking advantage of the situation. I thrusted a couple more times before letting go of Brian's head. Brian immediately yanked my cock out of his mouth, causing a "plop" sound.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that, mister." Brian looked up at me, a line of drool on his chin. "I hope so." I shot back a grin.
Without another word, my legs were yanked up on Brian's shoulders, my asshole wide open for Brian's attack. Brian balanced my legs on his shoulders as he reached down and yanked his hard cock out of the fly of his boxers. He held the head of his cock at my opening, and slowly begin to push into me. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets and closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold back the urge to scream in pain as Brian's cockhead entered me. A loud grunt escaped Brian's tight lips as he began to shove another inch of his cock into me. Brian pushed harder and harder, inch after inch of his long, thick cock sliding into me. After several seconds and thrusts, I felt Brian's balls connect with my ass. He didn't even stop for a second. Immediately, he pulled out, then slammed his cock back into my ass. Thrust after thrust, I didn't think I could hold my screams any longer. Brian saw the pain in my face and quickly leaned down and planted his mouth over mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth. Brian kissed me passionately, swirling his tongue with mine, taking my mind off of the pain below. Slowly, the pain subsided and was replaced by that unbelievable pleasure I could remember from the first time he took me. I let Brian thrust into me a couple more times, then pushed as hard as I could, turning him on his back, leaving me on top of him, sitting on his fat cock. I sat on Brian's cock and leaned down, shoving my tongue in his mouth, giving him a kiss back before beginning to move up and down on his hard cock. I began to ride Brian roughly, my ass making slapping sounds each time I came back down on his thighs. I pulled away from Brian's mouth and looked up at the ceiling and groaned loudly as his cock filled every crevice of my ass on each movement down on him. Just when I thought I was going to cum without even touching my cock, Brian's firm hand grabbed ahold of me, immediately making the precum flow from the slit. Brian began to jerk my cock in time with the movements of my hips. I knew at the rate we were going, I was gonna cover Brian's stomach with a load before long. I tried to hold back, not wanting to shoot before Brian filled my ass with his load. Before I could even think twice about it, I felt Brian tense up and thrust upward, almost bucking me off of him. I suddenly felt the warmth entering me, his cum filling my ass. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch inside of me while he filled me with his cum. I couldn't hold back any longer, I groaned loudly, then let go. My cock exploded, covering Brian's still jerking fist with hot white cream. Brian kept jerking until the last dribble of cum came out. Brian slowed down his jerking, but kept massaging my cock as I sat there on his dick, looking up at the ceiling. My load was sliding from Brian's fist down his forearm. Finally, I got my senses back and reached behind me. I held onto Brian's cock as I lifted myself off of him, then laid down on top of him, my cock slipping out of his fist.
"Jesus Christ.." Brian managed to groan. "Praying to God won't make it feel any better, baby." I quipped as I kissed him softly on the lips. "Matt, you're too much." Brian laughed as he grabbed onto both sides of my head and gave me a deep kiss. "I love you, baby." I sighed as I pulled away and laid my head on his chest. "I love you more." Brian stated in his triumphant voice.
(Part 12)
Clack. Clack.
I rolled over in the bed and clutched onto Brian in my half-awake state.
Clack.
I buried my face in Brian's chest and pulled my hand up quickly over my other ear, covering it tightly.
Clack. Clack.
I sat up in the bed, half-awake. Brian didn't even stir. I struggled to adjust my eyes to the dark bedroom. I sat there for a minute, listening as closely as I could, waiting for the sound again.
Clack.
I jumped as the noise rang through the house again. I cautiously slid my legs over the side of the bed and got up, not waking Brian. I walked towards the close bedroom door and opened it slowly. The door uttered a low "creak" sound as I opened it. I stood there at the open door peering out for a minute before the sound echoed up the stairs again.
Clack. Clack.
I almost slammed the bedroom door and ran back to bed with Brian, but managed to stay where I was without being too much of a chickenshit. I stepped out of the bedroom and peered down the dark hall. The light from the moon shining through the few windows scattered about the hall were casting menacing shadows on all the walls. I spotted the stairs at the very end of what seemed like a very long walk at the moment.
Clack.
The sound came from downstairs and blew up the stairway, down the hall, then right into my heart as if it were searching for me all along. I don't know how, but I managed to begin walking towards the top of the stairs. With every step I took, it seemed like there was another "clack" sound imminating from somewhere downstairs. Just a floor beneath me, there could be a burglar, an axe murderer....stalker. I got to the stairs and took the first step down, pausing as I heard another "clack". I slowly took another step, then there was another noise. Each step I took down the stairs was punctuated with a "clack" noise. I finally got to the bottom step and was in the den, staring into a vast room of nothing but darkness. My eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so all I could see was blurry shapes shrouded in darkness.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The noise was coming from my right. In the kitchen. I was about to walk in to see what was going on, then there was a new noise. The sound of a glass object hitting the tile floor.
CRASH.
I stopped, dead in my tracks. I had never felt true fear until this moment. I knew that the man from earlier at the mall was in Barb's kitchen, yeilding a butcher knife, ready to stab me to death. I couldn't run back up the stairs and get Brian though. He didn't even know anything about this. Besides, if the guy in the kitchen was going to kill me, he'd kill Brian, too. I began to walk very slowly towards the door to the kitchen, not knowing what to expect. I got to the door to the kitchen and was about to push it open when I saw the table next to me. On the table was a candlestick. It wasn't very big, but I figured that if there was a guy with a knife in there, I had a chance of beating the shit out of him. On the other hand, if he had a gun....'oh fuck it' I thought to myself and grabbed the candlestick. I took one last deep breath and quickly pushed the kitchen door open.
"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself when I saw the site before me.
The window and shutters over the sink were open, the shutter slapping back and forth against the house with the wind.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
On the floor in front of the sink was one of Barbara's plants, the pot smashed to smithereens. The wind blowing the shutters back and forth must have knocked it off the window sill. I sort of smiled to myself as I walked over to the open window, being careful not to step on any of the broken pot in my bare feet. I reached outside of the window and pulled the shutters back and latched them. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I had solved the problem, then pushed the window down and locked it. I braced my hands on the sink and bent my head, my eyes closed, thanking god I suppose. Then I felt a hand grab my shoulder. Without even thinking twice, I swung around, the candlestick held up high--and swung.
"Matt!" Nick ducked just in time, stumbling back against the fridge and falling down. "Oh, holy shit." I cupped my hand over my mouth, realizing I had almost just brained Nick with my weapon. "Oh, Nick, I'm so sorry!"
I ran over to the fridge and bent down next to him, hoping he was okay.
"Damn, boy. What is this? Clue?!?! Matt in the kitchen with the candlestick?" Nick made a poor attempt at a joke. "I thought you were a burglar. I mean, the shutters making that noise woke me up, then I came down here and saw shit smashed up. Well, I thought someone was in the house." I explained quickly. "Well, you're lucky. It was just little ole me prowling about." Nick slowly stood with my help. "I'm sorry. Really I am." I smiled, hoping Nick wouldn't punch me. "It's okay. A.J. is always swinging something at my face." Nick gave an evil grin. "Ugh. I didn't need to hear that." I gave a small laugh. "Well, I guess since I survived, we should clean this up, huh?" "I guess so." I replied as I walked over to the pantry and got the broom and dustpan.
In just a few short minutes, Nick and I managed to have all the shards from the pot in the dustpan and all the dirt swept up. The plant on the other hand was going to be going to vegetation heaven I was afraid.
"Thanks for the help." I apologized to Nick again as I dumped the dustpan in the trash. "No problem. I'm just glad you didn't kill me." Nick laughed. "You won't be so lucky next time." I teased as I put the dustpan and broom back in the pantry. "Yeah yeah, like I'm 'fraid of you." "Come on, boy. Let's head back to bed." I slapped Nick on the back and switched the light off as we headed towards the kitchen door. "Aight, but I get the fluffy pillow." I could see Nick's grin in the dark. "You're such a pervert." I laughed. "I know, bad joke." "It's alright. I'm just glad it was YOU that opened the window." I laughed loudly.
I laughed for a few seconds before I realized Nick wasn't laughing back.
"What are you talking about, Matt? I thought YOU opened the window. I didn't open it....."
To Be Continued(in less than five months this time, I swear)....
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