Hey Hey--I'm back folks. I promised it wouldn't be too long before the next section came out. As always, I have the best readers out of the boy band section. Thanks to everyone who sent me the massive amounts of e-mails and IM's. The general consensus amongst the fans was that the "orgy" was "hot". I was really surprised that not one single person complained about Matt & Brian having sex with Nick & A.J. Not that I'm complaining. Well, on to the fun stuff--I don't know the BSB. I don't know the true sexual orientation of the BSB--or any celebrity mentioned here, for that matter. It's still fun to pretend ain't it? Everything contained in this story is pretty much just fiction--but again, it's fun to pretend. If you have any questions, answers, comments, want to say you hated or loved the story, e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! Here comes the story:
"You punished me for telling you my fantasies. I'm breakin' all the rules I didn't make. (Express yourself, don't repress yourself.) You took my words and made a trap for silly fools. You held me down and tried to make me break. (Express yourself, don't repress yourself.) Did I say something true? Oops, I didn't know I couldn't talk about sex. (I musta been crazy.) Did I have a point of view? Oops, I didn't know I couldn't talk about you. (What was I thinking?)"~Madonna in the song 'Human Nature'.
All In The Family Bad Boy B-Rok By-Lep
(Epilogue)
"What the fuck is going on here?" I screeched loudly as Brian quickly closed the door.
"Baby, shhhhh." Brian tried to quiet me down.
"What the fuck are pictures of Booker and me doing in Entertainment Fucking Weekly?"
"Matt, chill out. Someone's going to hear you." Brian rushed over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders.
"I don't care who fucking hears me. What the fuck is this? Bum rush the actor day?"
"One more fuck and you'll officially be a Tourette's patient, baby." Brian tried to stop me.
"Brian, who the..." I had to pause so I wouldn't say it again,"gave those pictures to Entertainment Weekly? Who took the pictures?"
"I don't know. We'll find out." Brian replied, still holding my shoulders.
"Why didn't Barb tell me about this? Where the fuck is my agent when I need her to do her job?" I let another expletive slip.
"Maybe she didn't know?"
"It's her job to know. She's supposed to be on top of this shit. She's supposed to know this stuff so I don't get ambushed on national goddamn television."
"Baby, you're going to send your blood pressure thru the roof. Just calm down."
"I don't give a..."
"Fuck. I know, baby." Brian tried to pull me into a hug to calm me down.
"Very funny, Brian. I'm sure this is all very amusing for you." I pushed him in the chest for emphasis. "I'm sure this will be just as hard for you to explain to every damn reporter you encounter for the next, oh, LIFETIME. Oh wait, they don't know that you're my gay lover and another daddy to Booker!"
Brian stood looking at me with his eyes getting wider by the second.
"I'm sure that there are tons of pictures in some magazine exploiting your relationship with your recently adopted son. I'm sure something you wanted to keep secret was just aired for an audience of millions. And I'm sure that you just made a fool out of yourself on national television by not seeing a fucking battering ram coming at your head."
"Are you done yet?" Brian snarled, finally squinching his eyes at me.
"I don't know!" I screamed, then plopped down on the couch behind me.
"You've got to calm the hell down." Brian spoke thru locked jaws.
"What am I going to do?" I braced my elbows on my knees and cupped my chin in my hands.
"Just let it blow by. You don't have to do anything. Soon, no one will even remember it." Brian came over to sit down beside me.
"It's in print, baby. It doesn't go away. In twenty years, that picture will be on VH1's Where Are They Now?" I had to give a dry laugh.
"And you'll be forty-two." Brian teased as he wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder.
"Oh, that makes me feel better." I smiled and reached up to pat his head.
"Well, it's true, baby." Brian giggled.
"Yeah, you want me to say how old you'll be?"
"Let's change the topic."
"I thought so." I laughed as I gave his thigh a swift slap and stood up.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's go catch our plane." I held a hand out to him.
"That's the best idea I've heard today." Brian smiled and grabbed my hand to stand.
(Part Five)
"God, I'm glad I'm home." I slowly pulled myself up and out of the car as Brian turned off the engine to the car.
"Me, too. Let's just go get in bed and stay there 'til tomorrow." Brian smiled at me as he climbed out the driver's side.
"Sounds like a plan, Stan." I smiled as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards the house.
Right when I was about to open the door to go into the house, it flew open on it's own.
"It's about time you guys got back." Nick was standing in front of us with wide eyes.
"We were just gone for the day, boy." Brian laughed and tried to get thru the door, past him.
"Your parents are here." Nick dead-panned.
"Oh, I bet you've been having fun then." Brian realized why Nick looked torn up.
"Your parents are here?" I looked at Brian and then back to Nick. "Where's Booker?"
"He's here, too." Nick replied.
"Why?" I didn't want to sound like I didn't appreciate them coming back with my son.
"Well, Booker got home sick. He missed his daddies. Your parents thought they could kill two birds with one stone by bringing him home and seeing you two." Nick replied like he was stating word for word what Jackie and Harold had used as a reason.
"Makes sense." Brian rolled his eyes as I pushed Nick out of the way and went into the house.
I dropped my backback at the little "designated space" I had made for it by the door. I barely had time to kick my shoes off before I had a crazy child running at me.
"Daddy!" I was almost knocked over as Booker ran up grabbed both of my legs and hugged them.
"Hey, kiddo." I smiled as I ruffled his hair and held him to me.
"Where you been?" He looked up at me, still holding my legs.
"I had to go work." I explained as I bent down and scooped him up.
"Grama and Granpa are here."
"Oh, are they?" I smiled at Booker's pronunciation as he practically wrapped his legs around me and I carried him towards the den.
"Uh huh. Unca A.J. bought me ice cweam and took me to the zoo with Unca Nick." Booker spoke quickly.
"You never get tired of the zoo, do you?" I teased him.
"Uh uh. He said we could go see a movie morrow." Booker explained more about what had transpired while Brian and I were in New York.
"Whatcha wanna see, kiddo?"
"Harry Potter."
"Okay. But you have to ask Brian if he wants to go." I still hadn't come up with a name for Brian to use with Booker.
"Daddy will go." Booker looked at me like I was dense.
Booker called us both Daddy. Whenever he called for one of us, it was hard to figure out which one of us he wanted. We were starting to get used to which one of us he meant by his inflection and tone. Ofcourse, I wanted to come up with a different name for Brian before Booker started calling him "daddy" in front of other people. That would definitely not be good.
"Hey, sweetie!" Jackie squealed as soon as I entered the den and jumped up off the couch.
I laughed as she enveloped Booker and I both in her arms and gave me a hug.
"How are you doing?" She pulled away, but kept her hands on my upper arms.
"Pretty good, I guess." I smiled.
"Well look at you. All skin and bones." Jackie reached up to pull the hair that was hanging in my eye back, then moved back to look me up and down.
"I don't know about that." I laughed and set Booker down.
"My son better be taking care of you." She warned.
"I'm taking care of him, Ma." Brian groaned as Nick and him snuck up behind me.
"What are you two eating?" Jackie looked at Brian.
He must have been skin and bones, too.
"We are just fine. We've been eating." Brian laughed as he moved forward to hug his mother.
"I can practically feel your ribs." Jackie chastised him as she hugged him back.
"Aw, ma." Brian groaned as she squeezed him tightly.
"You're both in luck. I have fried chicken, mashed potatoes, greens, corn on the cob and biscuits in the makings." Jackie announced.
"That was nice of you." I was actually pretty hungry.
I didn't know where she had gotten all the fixin's, though. It was hard to find a piece of stale bread in our kitchen. I figured she had the guys pick up some groceries.
"Well, we didn't know when you two were coming back. We all got hungry, so we decided to cook. So we're glad you showed up." Jackie explained.
"We're glad, too." Brian stated. "Hey, dad."
I hadn't even noticed Harold, Sr. sitting there with all the commotion Jackie had made.
"I was wondering if you'd notice me here." Harold, Sr. teased.
"Hi, Harold." I smiled.
"Daddy, I hungry." Booker grabbed his belly for emphasis.
"We're gonna eat soon, buddy." I smiled and patted his head.
"Okay." Booker looked defeated, then went over to the sofa opposite Harold, Sr. to sit with A.J.
"How long are you in town for?" Brian asked.
"Only today, sweetie. We have to fly back out tomorrow." Jackie ruffled her son's hair.
"Why just the day?" I asked, shocked they'd come out for such a short amount of time.
"I have to work tomorrow evening." Harold answered for her.
"Well, that sucks." Brian sighed heavily.
"We'll get back out here before too long. I love the house by the way, Matt." Jackie lead us over to the sofas so we could sit down.
"Thanks. We're enjoying it so far." I groaned as I sat down and pulled my feet up indian style.
"I hope my son didn't let you pay for it all by yourself." Jackie eyed Brian.
"Ma!"
"Shush." Jackie silenced him.
"Well, it's his house, too." I left it at that, even though Brian was blushing.
"Okay, I get the hint, I'll get out of your business." Jackie laughed lightly.
A buzzer in the kitchen chimed loudly, signaling that something was done.
"I'll just go check on that." Jackie got up and headed towards the kitchen.
"We have a food timer?" I was good to find the can opener.
"Like built into the stove or something." Brian played dumb with me.
"What do you feed Booker?" Jackie hollered from the kitchen.
"Puppy chow." I yelled back with a laugh.
"Nuh uh!" Booker caught the joke and corrected me.
"Just kidding, Booger." I patted his head.
"Can we go see the movie?" Booker perked up.
"We're about to eat, buddy." I replied with a laugh.
"After?"
"It'll be time for bed then. We'll go see it tomorrow, though." I reassured him.
"Okay." Booker stuck his bottom lip out.
"What was up with the EW thing?" Nick asked quickly as I closed Booker's door behind me.
I had finally gotten Booker to bed at ten o'clock, after much struggle. Booker had fought sleep because he wanted to stay up with the adults and visit. Fortunately, four year olds can't fight sleep for long. When I finally took him into his room, Jackie and Harold said they were going to retire to their room. They said they had to get to bed early since they were flying back out the next day. A.J., Nick and Brian followed me to the back of the house where the rest of the rooms were to grill me.
"Fuck if I know." I whispered my response.
"I want to know who took the picture. I mean, it was just you, me and Booker there." Brian followed up quickly.
"Not to mention the thousands of other parents there with their kids." I rolled my eyes.
"True." I could tell A.J. was thinking hard.
"Who would snap a pic and sell it to EW, though?" Nick questioned.
"Ya'll have been in the business long enough to know that anybody that wants to make a buck could've done it." I replied.
"True, that. What are you going to do about it?" Nick threw his hands up in the air.
"Absolutely nothing." I replied. "I mean, the damage is done. What am I going to do about it now?"
"Sue 'em!" Brian stated loudly.
"Shhhhh!" I motioned at the room that Booker was in. "I can't sue them. They print pictures of celebrities and their children all the time. As far as I know, it's not illegal since we were in public."
"You need to call Barb and find out what she knows." Brian replied quietly.
"Ofcourse, if she doesn't know who did it, we'll still be unable to go whoop some bitch's ass." Nick brought his right fist and left hand together for emphasis.
"We're not kicking anyone's ass, Super-Homo." I laughed lightly.
"I bet it was that damn Nathan from People magazine." Brian suggested.
"I doubt it. He stopped following every little thing I do about two months ago." I replied.
"Well, as soon as you find out, let us know. We got your back." A.J. laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, way back." I smiled. "I'm going to bed, ya'll."
"Alright. We're headed that way, too." Nick grabbed A.J.'s hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.
"Night, ya'll." I waved to them as they went further down the hall and finally entered their room.
I laid back against the wall next to Booker's bedroom door, and let my head rest against it. Brian stayed where he was and watched me.
"I'm beat, baby." I smiled lazily.
"You are so, sexy." Brian grinned evily and walked over to me, bracing his hands against the wall on either side of me.
"Oh yeah. I'm sure I look fucking unbelievable right now." I replied and leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"You do, baby." Brian kissed me again then leaned down to plant a kiss on the nape of my neck.
"And what do you want to do before bed?" I giggled lowly and let me hands roam up to Brian waist and up the front of his shirt.
"What do you think?" Brian came back and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Daddy?"
I looked down to see Booker staring up at us from the now partly open door. Brian pulled back from me a bit, but didn't take his hands off the wall.
"What's wrong, buddy?" I ducked under Brian's arms and knelt down.
"I wanna sleep with you." Booker moved forward and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"What's wrong?" I hugged him back.
"I had nightmare." Booker whispered in my ear.
"Go hop in bed, buddy. We'll be there in a minute." I swatted Booker lightly on the butt and pointed him towards our bedroom at the end of the hall.
"'kay." Booker mumbled before running happily towards our bedroom.
"Well, I guess we'll have to save this for later." Brian rubbed his crotch quickly for emphasis.
"Don't worry, baby. We'll take care of him sometime." I leaned in to kiss Brian and very quickly ran a hand over his crotch.
"Don't start that. I don't want to get all worked up." Brian teased as he wrapped an arm around me and drug me off towards our bedroom.
(Part Six)
RINNNNNNNNNNNG!
I felt Brian stir slightly on the other side of the bed.
RINNNNNNNNNNNG!
Booker nudged his way closer to me, making my arm envelope him more. I curled my arm around him tighter and nuzzled into him, as if protecting him from anything that could touch him.
RINNNNNNNNNNNG!
Without opening my eyes, I could tell Brian was reaching for the phone. I was very glad it was on the bedside table by his side of the bed.
"Hello?" Brian croaked into the phone as I held Booker and tried to fall back into my slumber. "Hold on. Baby, it's for you."
"Hmmmm?" I still refused to open my eyes.
"Phone call, baby." Brian repeated and touched the phone to the arm that was holding Booker.
"Who is it?" I groaned back at him.
"Barb." My eyes suddenly opened and I snatched the phone away from Brian, almost disturbing Booker.
"Barb?" I spoke into the phone quickly.
"Hey, sweetie." Barb replied sweetly.
A quick glance and I could tell it was four in the morning. I don't know how anybody could be sweet at four in the morning.
"Where've you been?" I asked.
"In Milan. Donatella Versace was previewing spring's line." Barb sounded completely awake.
"You just get back?"
"About an hour ago."
"What was with that Entertainment Weekly crap?" I snapped.
"I'm not sure yet. I just found out about it and thought I better call you to check up and see how you are doing."
"Well if you didn't have any news, why call at four?" I snapped again.
"Calm down. It's nothing. Just gossip for this week. I'm sure by next week they'll find out Winona Ryder used to go joy riding in stolen cars when she was younger and forget all about you." Barb attempted a joke.
"Well we better pray Winona goes on a drugged out shopping spree very soon." I replied.
"As soon as I know who gave them to EW, I'll call." Barb replied somberly.
"You do that." I clicked the phone off.
"What did she have to say, baby?" Brian rolled over and laid an arm over Booker and I both.
"Not much." I sighed and wrapped myself around Booker more and laid by head next to his.
"Well, let's just sleep then." Brian kissed the top of my head, then Booker's and laid back down.
"Appo Jacks, daddy!" Booker was answering Brian happily as I walked into the kitchen in my robe three hours later.
"Good morning, boys." I yawned and sat down in the chair across from Booker at the table.
"Yes it is." Brian walked by to kiss me on the top of the head, then went back to his cooking duties at the stove.
"Good morning, daddy!" Booker announced to me as he grabbed for his sippy cup with both hands.
"Good morning, Booker." I smiled and propped my chin in my hand.
"What do you want to eat, baby?" Brian asked as he stirred something in a frying pan.
"Make daddy some coffee, daddy." I smiled at Brian.
"Okay, daddy." Brian laughed.
"Lots of sugar." I stated.
"Pwease, daddy." Booker corrected me matter-of-factly.
"Please." I laughed.
"Who's been teaching you manners?" Brian ruffled Booker's hair after he set a cereal bowl in front of him and a cup of coffee in front of me.
"Unca A.J." Booker beamed.
I tried not to spit my coffee out in a fit of laughter.
"Well, Uncle A.J.'s right. Always say please." I smiled at Booker as Brian walked off.
Booker worked hard to get a spoonful of cereal and get it to his mouth without dribbling too much milk on the table.
"Baby, do you want some eggs?" Brian asked.
"No, daddy."
"Bacon."
"Definitely not, daddy." I stuck my tongue out.
"Daddy?" Booker asked quietly.
"Yeah, buddy?" I took another sip of the warm coffee, starting to awaken.
"Why two?"
"Why two, what?" I cocked my head.
"Why do I have two daddies?"
Right there, Booker asked the one question I was hoping I wouldn't have to answer until he was eighteen. Or maybe forty. Brian didn't look over, but his stirring in the frying pan stopped mid-stir. He froze as I leisurely sipped my coffee, hoping if I didn't answer quickly, Booker would forget the question.
"I know momma died."
"So, you know why you don't have a mom." I stated.
"Uh huh. But why do I have two daddies now?" Booker didn't seem like he really cared either way, but curious.
"Well, most kids have dads." I replied as Brian stayed frozen.
"But I have two." Booker was getting tired of my side-stepping.
"What brings this up?" I couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"Unca Nick and Unca A.J. took me to the zoo. Everyone had a momma, or a daddy. Or momma and daddy. But I have TWO daddies." Booker explained the things he noticed.
"Well, Booger. Some kids have a mom and dad. Some have a dad or just a mom. And some have two moms and two dads. Some even have uncles, aunts or grandparents that take care of them."
"Like Unca A.J. and Unca Nick?" Booker was trying to comprehend.
"Kind of."
"Why do I have two Uncas?" Booker asked quickly.
I finally realized Booker wasn't asking why he had two daddies, but why his two daddies were "together". The kid was definitely not a pushover. At four years old, he already noticed the man-slash-woman relationship. Two plus two equalled heterosexuality.
"Your Uncle A.J. and Nick are like your mom and dad were." I tried the best I could to explain the situation to Booker.
"I didn't have a dad." Booker was confused.
I had forgotten he was still a baby when his father had died.
"Like those kids at the zoo with a mom and dad. Uncle A.J. and Nick are like them."
"Do they have a son?" Booker was really zinging me today.
"Good God no." I shivered at the thought.
"Why not?"
Oh, good lord. I didn't think it was time to explain that fucking your boyfriend up the ass wouldn't make a baby.
"That's a question you'll get the answer to when you're older." I smiled warmly.
"So, you and daddy are like A.J. and Nick?" Booker was finally seeing the outcome of my story.
"Yeah. Well, sorta." I had ten million jokes I couldn't make running thru my head.
"Oh." Booker seemed almost satisfied. "Do moms and dads sleep in the same bed like you and daddy?"
One more question like this and I was going to have a stroke or panic attack. Atleast Brian had gone back to stirring the eggs--but very slowly. I could tell he was listening very carefully and staying quiet for obvious reasons.
"Some of them." I couldn't say 'yes' because some didn't.
"Why doesn't daddy have his own bed?" Booker whispered like he didn't want Brian to hear it.
"Because he wants to sleep with me."
"Why?" Booker was getting more confused.
"Why do you like sleeping in my bed?" I asked.
"I love you." Booker gave a response that made my heart thump a couple more times in that second.
"Well, that's daddy's reason, too." I smiled.
Booker thought about that for a minute as I sipped my coffee.
"Oh!" Booker finally caught on and smiled widely.
"Brian, I sure could use some more coffee." I said with a heavy sigh of relief.
"Coming right up." Brian came over quickly with the coffee pot and topped me off.
"Does Daddy have nightmares, too?" Booker looked up slyly at Brian.
"You are too much today, kiddo." I laughed loudly.
Booker just gave a look like he didn't understand, then went back to his sippy cup. Brian glanced down at me with a "thank god that's over" look on his face. I knew this was just the beginning of the questions, though.
"Okay, get this. You ready?" Barb spoke slowly over the phone.
"Spill it." I paced the deck, smoking a cigarette, and pressed the phone to the side of my head.
"No one sold the pics to EW. Melanie in marketing over there said they just arrived one day with a note that said 'Matt Thompson with his son'. She said it was strange, but they appreciated the inside info."
"I'm sure they did. They didn't have to work for the gossip." I sighed.
"So, needless to say, who knows who took the pictures."
"Well, thanks for checking it out." I replied.
"No problem, sweetie. That's what managers are for."
"If you hear anything else, let me know."
"Will do. Have a good rest of the week off." Barb wished me well.
"Alright. Bye." I mumbled, then hung up the phone.
I took another puff on my cigarette and flicked the rest of it over the deck railing.
"Was that, Barb?" Brian asked as he stepped thru the sliding glass door.
"Yeah."
"Any new developments?" He asked.
"No. She has no fucking clue." I sighed.
"Well, let's just forget it for now. Booker is going to burst an artery if we don't leave to go see Harry Potter like now." Brian snapped his fingers for emphasis.
"Alright. You're driving, though." I replied with a smile and followed him back into the house.
(Part Seven)
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom, too." Brian announced as the five of us exited the theater.
"You need to go potty, Booker?" I asked as Booker reached for my hand to hold.
"No." Booker grabbed my hand and began to swing it back and forth with his rapidly.
"We'll just wait for you out here." I replied as A.J., Nick and Brian headed towards the bathrooms.
"Alright, baby. Be right back." Brian stated lowly.
"Daddy, can we go to zoo?" Booker spoke very quickly.
No more Milk Dud's for him.
"Do you ever get tired of the zoo, buddy?" I laughed as I knelt down to straighten out the cuff of his jeans.
Any kid is capable of making a pants leg do all kinds of twist and turns and contortions. Booker huffed impatiently as I fussed with the cuff.
"Hey, Matt?" I looked up from my kneeling position with a smile, expecting to see one of the guys standing over me.
I was stunned. I just knelt there in front of Booker. I didn't know whether to pick up Booker and run or scream.
"Daddy, who's that?" Booker asked.
"Aw, isn't he cute? Even cuter than he was in Entertainment Weekly." Carson Daly grinned evily then knelt down next to me to look at Booker. "What's up little man?"
Carson held out his hand to Booker. Before he took Carson's hand, Booker looked over at me. He must have realized I was uncomfortable and pulled back from Carson.
"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you." Carson smiled his fake smile.
"Don't be rude, kiddo." I kept my eyes on Booker, not wanting to look at Carson anymore than I had to.
Booker didn't answer, he just reached forward and shook Carson's hand quickly.
"That's better." Carson laugh, making Booker pull back quickly.
"What do you say, Booker?" I asked quickly.
Booker looked at me cautiously for a minute. Apparently, Carson had this effect on people beside myself.
"Nice to meetchu." Booker answered then moved closer to me, as if getting my body between him and Carson.
"Nice to meet you, too." Carson was definitely enjoying himself. "So, where's Brian?"
"He's in the bathroom." I replied as I stood, getting in front of Booker and facing Carson as he stood.
"You two must be so proud." Carson smiled uber-sweetly.
"We are." I spoke thru clenched jaws.
"He's a cute kid." Carson replied, this time letting me see his evil smile.
"Thanks. But we have to go. Come on, Booker. Say 'goodbye'." I grabbed Booker's hand again.
"Bye!" Booker almost made me laugh with how loudly and bluntly he stated that one word.
"Bye, you two." Carson waved as I pulled Booker towards the lobby doors.
When I got both of us through the swinging glass doors, I suddenly couldn't breathe. My chest seemed heavy. Brian, Nick & A.J. all standing on my chest couldn't have made my breathing harder. Booker held my hand tightly as I struggled to catch my breath. Everything seemed to be spinning and all I could see was red. I had a feeling I knew who had leaked the pictures of Booker and me.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" Booker looked scared.
"Nothing, buddy." I answered between two ragged, rage-filled breaths.
"Who was that man?" Booker pointed back at the theater doors.
"No one, buddy." I panted.
Booker left well enough alone and let me finish having a stroke as he held my hand. I knew my hand he was holding was drenched in sweat, but four year olds don't seem to notice that kind of thing. They loved to roll in mud, what was a little sweaty hand to them?
"There you are." I heard Nick say from behind me. "We've been looking all over for you two."
"Take Booker to the car, Brian." I stated calmly without even asking if Brian was there.
"What's wrong, Matt?" Brian walked up slowly to the side of me that Booker was standing at.
"Nothing. Take him to the car." I knew my eyes were glazed over.
"Um, okay. Come on, Booger." Brian gave me a worried look and grabbed Booker's hand from me.
Nick and A.J. stood by my side until Brian and Booker were out of sight.
"Okay, what's up?"
"Carson Daly." I said the two words that always made me want to retch.
"Ewww. Was he here?" Nick turned his nose up.
"Yes." I hissed.
"Whoa, dude. Chill out." A.J. laughed nervously.
"He's the mother--he's the person that gave the pics to EW!" I stated, keeping from using profanity successfully.
"He had the balls to admit it?" Nick's eyes got wide.
"Sorta."
"Let's go kick his ass." A.J. started to take earrings out.
"Well, he didn't exactly admit it." I tried to explain.
"Well, then how do you know?" Nick asked as A.J. stopped taking out his jewelry.
"Well, he grinned pretty weird when he mentioned Booker being cuter in real life than he was in the magazine pictures."
"That's proof enough for me." A.J. went back to taking out earrings. "Hold these for me, baby."
"Okay." Nick took the earrings from A.J.
"Stop looking so queer. We'll probably go to jail in about twenty minutes. We don't want to be outted, too." I huffed as I began to stalk back towards the movie theater entrance.
"Which movie do you think he went to see?" A.J. asked as he ran up along side me.
"Hell if I know. Imma drag him out of whichever one it is." I snarled.
Before we were even close to the doors, I heard squealing tires behind us. The three of us spun around to see Brian in my car, his head hanging out of the window starting at me.
"Get in the car, Matt." Brian's teeth were clenched together as he spoke.
Nick immediately handed A.J. the earrings back and A.J. began putting them in quickly. There were too many people around for me to scream "Fuck Off" back at him. Besides, I didn't think Booker needed to hear me cussing while he lounged in his car seat. Defeated, I hung my head and began to walk back towards the car with Nick and A.J. at my heels.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Booker asked from the backseat as I opened the passenger side door and slid in next to Brian.
"Nothing, buddy." I put my best smile on as Brian glowered at me.
"Nap time when we get home, Booger." Brian stated and pulled away from the curb.
"Okay, what the fuck were you three up to at the theater?" Brian stormed into the kitchen after he finally got Booker down for his nap.
"Nothing." Nick twitched nervously.
I just sat there, not wanting to tell Brian I was going to kick his sorry-ass-ex's ass.
"A.J.?!?" Brian said loud, but not so loud as to wake Booker back up.
"Nothing. We were just going to go back in for some more popcorn. The bag was free refills." A.J. tried to think quickly.
"Yeah right!" Brian looked at me suddenly.
I sat there for a minute, just letting him stare at me.
"What?" I asked, wanting to crawl under the table.
"Don't play innocent. When you get that look like you did at the theater and A.J. starts removing his body mutilating jewelry, someone's getting a beat down." Brian made all of us sink our seats a bit.
"It was nothing, baby." A bold faced lie.
"Bullshit!" Brian growled.
The three of us sunk in our seats after exchanging glances.
"What the fuck were ya'll doing?!?" Brian demanded. "Tell me now, Matthew."
Uh-oh. The full name was uttered.
"We found out who gave the pictures to Entertainment Weekly." A.J. sputtered out in my defense.
"And we were just going to go confront him." Nick backed him up as I stayed as low as possible.
You can dodge flying objects easier that way.
"You were going to whoop their ass, huh?" Brian chastised me, but his expression softened.
"Maybe." I sighed.
"You can't do that shit in public, Matt. You know that." Brian genuinely looked like he was sad he hadn't been able to help me whoop whoever's ass.
"I know. We probably wouldn't have been able to find him anyway." I replied.
"Who did it?" Brian sat down next to me.
Nick and A.J. both cringed.
"Nobody, baby. It doesn't matter now." I tried to sit up and smile.
"Who?" Brian looked at A.J. and Nick.
They both looked over at me, but didn't say anything.
"Why won't you tell me?" Brian sighed and grabbed my thigh.
"Because it doesn't matter, baby." I replied with a soft smile.
Brian looked at the three of us, examining all of our faces, then gave up.
"Okay. You don't have to tell me." Brian just smiled and stood up.
"Um, okay." I was worried about him giving up so easily.
"Where're you going?" Nick asked as Brian turned to leave the room.
"I'm gonna go take a nap." Brian stated blandly and then he was gone.
A.J. and Nick waited until they knew Brian was gone before saying another word.
"I think you hurt his feelings, Matt." Nick spoke up first.
"I've never seen him give up so easily." A.J. agreed.
"I'm sure he's fine." I sighed, but knew they were right.
"You better go talk to him." Nick stated.
"Fine. I'm sure he's waiting for me to come in there just so he can rip my head off anyway." I sighed and stood. "Will ya'll listen for Booker incase he wakes up?"
"Yeah. No problem." Nick answered for them both as I headed out of the kitchen.
I slunk thru the living room to the hallway. I was sort of afraid of what Brian might chunk at my head once I opened the bedroom door. I had to stand outside of the closed door once I got to it to build up courage. I couldn't hear any guns being loaded inside the room, so I finally reached down and turned the knob.
As soon as I had the door pushed back, I could tell Brian wasn't in the room. The bed was still made, and he wasn't in it. I sighed to myself and entered the room. No telling where in the house he was hiding from me. I figured he was probably too pissed to even look at me. If he had only known who's ass I had planned to kick, he would have been really pissed. I didn't have too much time to think. Suddenly, the door shut behind me and I heard the lock click.
"What the....?!?!" I spun around quickly.
"Shhhh, baby. You don't want to wake up Booker." Brian was looking at me with an evil grin on his face.
The tent in the front of his pants let me know he wasn't pissed at me.
"You scared the bejesus out of me." I giggled.
"I just wanted to scare the pants off of you." Brian came stalking towards me slowly.
"Aren't you pissed?" I took a step back.
"Yeah, but I'll take it out on you in a healthy way." Brian covered the distance between us in a split second and had his hard cock pressed against me in nothing flat.
"Listen, baby. I didn't mean to piss you off." I hissed thru my teeth as Brian bent down and bit into my neck.
"You don't have to tell me anything about today if you guys don't want to. I understand." Brian looked up at me quickly, then went back to biting and sucking on my neck as he grabbed my ass roughly, pulling me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
"Then why did you leave the kitchen like you were pissed?" I asked, not really caring due to the fact my cock was already harder than it had ever been.
"Just so I could get you in here without telling the guys I was going to fuck you." Brian answered thru his bites on my neck.
"I'll only let you if you promise to do it rough, baby." I moaned seductively.
"That's what I had in mind." Brian smiled up at me, then threw me down on the bed.
I didn't have time to think of a retort. Brian jumped on top of me and began grinding his crotch into mine as I wrapped my arms around his waist and began pulling his shirt out of his pants. Brian leaned up long enough to let me rip his shirt off over his head. When he leaned back down into me, he shoved his face in my chest, breathing my scent in as I grabbed his head roughly and ran my fingers thru his hair. Before I knew what happened, Brian literally ripped my shirt down the middle and ripped it off my body.
"Baby, that's a two hundred dollar..." My statement was cut off by Brian's tongue forcing it's way into my mouth.
I let his tongue enter my mouth and lick at every crevice. I reached behind him and shoved both hands down the back of his pants, grabbing his bare ass roughly.
"I'll buy you a new one." Brian hissed, then quickly moved down my body until his face was hovering over my tented shorts.
Brian ripped my shorts open quickly and yanked both them and my underwear off in one quick movement. My cock popped up, slapping my stomach with a loud clapping noise.
"Looks good enough to eat." Brian slyly smiled up at me, his mouth inches from the tip of my cock.
"Then eat it." I grabbed the back of his head quickly and shoved him down roughly, making him take me in his mouth.
I immediately began to moan as Brian shoved down until all of my hard cock was buried deep in his throat. As Brian sucked on me and moved a hand up to squeeze and play with my balls, I began thrusting in and out of his mouth. Brian grunted as I held his head tightly and fucked his mouth. As soon as Brian took his hand off my balls, they began to slap his stubbled chin each time I thrusted up into his face.
Brian pushed away from me quickly, making my cock come out of his mouth with a loud "plop" noise and slap against my stomach. My level of ecstasy was so high, I didn't realize at first when Brian licked a trail from the tip of my cock and down, over my balls, between my thighs, and almost to my asshole. When I felt Brian lift my legs and begin to part my cheeks, I sat up.
"Brian, no baby!" I started to screech until his tongue plunged into me and he wrapped a hand around my cock.
I had to keep from screaming out in pleasure each time Brian thrust his tongue into my ass. Everytime he licked, he ran his hand up and down my cock, making the precum ooze freely from my piss slit. Suddenly, I realized I was pushing down towards him, trying to get as much of his tongue up my ass as possible. Brian moved a hand up to my ass and alternated licking and shoving two fingers inside me, getting me nice and wet. I almost hurt him when he pulled his hand off my cock and his mouth away from my ass.
"Suck this." Brian crawled up to my face, his cock pointed right at my mouth. "Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with it, baby."
Without answering, I wrapped my lips around Brian's cockhead and began to swirl my tongue around it, making him moan loudly. It wasn't long before Brian was thrusting his hips towards my face, plunging his cock deeper into my throat. I moaned loudly on Brian's hard cock as he fucked my face, going deeper and deeper into my mouth on each thrust.
"God, I love you." Brian groaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a "plop" sound, then position himself over me, his cock poking into my stomach.
"Fuck me, Brian." I moaned as Brian leaned down to kiss me.
"You want me inside you?" Brian hissed as he nibbled at my bottom lip.
"God, yes. Fuck me, now." I pleaded and spread my legs.
"You asked for it, baby." Brian grinned and manuevered himself until he was between my legs.
I lifted my hips slightly for Brian and he immediately shoved into me, not stopping until his balls were on my ass. I screamed out in pain and pleasure as Brian shoved his cock into my ass. Brian grabbed my legs and pulled them up to his shoulders. As soon as I was open for him, Brian slowly pulled out then rammed back into me, making me scream again. Brian groaned as he slid in and out of my asshole. I thought I'd pass out when Brian grabbed my cock and began stroking it as he fucked me harder and harder.
"Oh God, baby." Brian groaned as his thrusting started to come faster.
"I love you, baby. Fuck me harder!" I screamed loudly as I wrapped my arms around Brian's neck and lifted my hips in time with his thrusting.
A low, gutteral growl escaped Brian's throat as he thrusted a final time into me and unloaded his cum deep in my ass. My asshole tightened around Brian's hard cock as I came all over his hand with a final stroke. Brian began thrusting again as he milked my cock for every last bit of cum. The cum shot out of my cock and sprayed Brian's chest as he quivered above me.
"Goddamn, baby." Brian sighed as he fell on top of me, my cum glueing us together.
"Mmmm, I love you." I closed my eyes tightly and held Brian to me.
(Part Eight)
"Yes! Now arriving on the red carpet is Matt Thompson and Nick Carter, A.J. McLean and Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys!" The announcer at the raised platform announced loudly as the crowd began to cheer.
I waved to the crowd surrounding the theater and held out a hand to help Barbara out of the limo. The crowd didn't seem to care much about seeing Barbara, but when the guys followed her out, the screaming got louder. We all took our turns waving to fans and reports alike, making sure to keep our brightest smiles on.
"Brian, over here!"
"Matt! Matt!"
"A.J., Nick, Brian!"
"Matt, Brian!"
The reporters clamored for our attention, shouting a variation of our names to get us to notice and maybe talk to them. Barbara and I had decided before we left the house that I was not going to talk to any reporters. The guys could, but I was going to keep my mouth shut and not fuel the "Daddy Matt" news reports. I kept waving as Barbara rushed me towards the theater entrance. Brian and the guys stayed behind, giving very short interviews to reporters, signing autographs, and making polite conversation with everyone that stopped them.
Barbara had called later in the afternoon to tell the four of us to get dressed up. We were going to go to a screening of an Academy Award retro-spective. Which basically meant we had to sit in suits and watch clips from movies that had won Oscars, and watch as the stars of the movies gave interviews on screen. I was hoping I wouldn't fall asleep in the middle of it. Barbara was able to find a babysitter on short notice so that we could go. Well, she actually made one of her office staff do the dirty deed.
The "babysitter's" name was Melissa, and she seemed well enough adjusted to watch Booker for one evening, so I agreed. I wasn't really looking forward to going out in public and being harassed by reporters, but I knew Barbara would protect me the best she could. Once we were watching the film, I knew I'd have peace and silence for two plus hours. That probably wouldn't be long enough, though.
"Go on inside and mingle." Barbara pushed me towards the door once we were under the awning.
"Well, come with me. I don't want to walk in alone." I gritted my teeth and smiled the best I could.
Barbara didn't have to answer, Brian came trotting up to meet with us.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked when he saw the expression on my face.
"This old heiffer was trying to send me in here alone." I laughed.
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Brian smiled and opened the door for me.
As I walked thru the door, I stuck out my tongue at Barb, making her laugh.
"I'll wait for the guys here." Barb smiled at Brian.
"Alrighty."
The lobby of the theater was decked out in flowers and lights and throw clothes. It looked more like a set from Titanic more than it did a theater.
"Kinda tacky, huh?" Brian whispered over my shoulder.
"Just a tad, yeah." I agreed with a smile.
"Do we want a drink, baby?" Brian kept his voice low.
"Sure. I'll have anything they've got." I replied.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
"I'll be over there in that corner pretending to be invisible." I laughed and took off towards the pre-determined corner.
"Okay, baby." Brian stated just loud enough for me to hear it.
I squeezed between groups of mingling celebrities and business folks, getting "Hello's" and "How are you doing's" from most all of them. I replied kindly, but kept moving. I finally reached the corner I was gonna hide in and began to examine the movie posters and whatnot that adorned the walls. The place was just your average movie theater that tried to mimic the Golden Age in Hollywood with it's decorum. It failed like all the others I knew of.
"Care for a drink, sexy?" I turned to see Brian smiling at me evily, holding two champagne glasses.
"You chose champagne?" I stuck my tongue out.
"It was either this or scotch." Brian stuck his tongue out, too.
"Good choice, baby." I laughed and took one of the glasses from him.
"There's not even any hors d'euvres." Brian sighed and walked over to stand beside me and look at the crowd.
"What kind of screening is this?" I acted stuck up.
"I know, right? Cheap bastards." Brian stated blandly before taking a sip of champagne.
"This film better be fucking amazing." I grunted.
"I've heard it's excellent." A voice behind us stated.
Brian and I turned around to see who it was. My night was definitely not improving. Carson Daly stood there, grinning evily at us.
"Oh, um, hello Carson." Brian spoke first as I just squinted my eyes in anger.
"Hi, there." Carson took a couple more steps towards us. "How're the love-birds doing?"
"We're doing okay, I guess." Brian stated quickly, his body language letting on that he was repulsed.
"How's the family life?" Carson looked awfully smug as his eyes turned to me.
"It's fine." I growled, getting a confused look from Brian.
"We're enjoying it." Brian touched my arm so Carson, but no one else, could see.
"Your son looked so cute the other day." Carson looked at Brian again.
"Oh, did you see the Entertainment Weekly?" Brian was totally confused.
"Something like that." Carson showed his teeth with a big smile. "He looks just like his daddy."
I just stared at Carson as he looked at me.
"Yeah, he does, doesn't he?" Brian just played along.
"Well, it was good seeing you two. But I better visit the men's room before this starts." Carson gave me another evil grin before excusing himself.
Brian watched Carson leave, then looked around to make sure no one else was nearby.
"Booker looked cute the other day?" Brian cocked his head as he spoke to me.
"At the movies." I didn't even want to look at Brian.
"Oh." Brian shrugged.
I just stood there as Brian took another sip out of his glass.
"Wait a second." Brian turned to look at me.
"What?" I asked, then noticed the redness coming to Brian's face.
"You said at the theater you found out who gave the pics to EW. Carson was at the theater?" Brian suddenly looked very angry.
"Baby, don't worry about it." I tried to brush it off.
"Hold this." Brian shoved his champagne glass in my hand and took off towards the men's room quickly.
"Ah, fuck." I groaned and found the closest surface to set the glasses on.
I quickly took off after Brian. I didn't know if I wanted to stop him--but I definitely wanted to see what was going to happen.
"Matt, where're you going?" A.J. and Nick came running up as I saw Brian enter the bathrooms.
"Come on, ya'll. Carson and Brian in like two minutes." I explained quickly.
"Ooooh, girl. Free show!" Nick squealed and ran towards the bathroom with A.J. and me.
To Be Continued....