Bad Boy B Rok

Well, from what I can tell from my e-mails, everyone loved the last post. Go me! I promised tons more sex in this chapter, and I have delivered. Well, I've delivered quality, but not much quantity. When you get to reading, you'll see what I mean. LOL As always, remember that the sex scenes in my stories usually don't involve condoms (save that one evil chapter involving "fisting" of a sort), but you gots to wear them in real life. I don't want any of my gay readers contracting any type of diseases--even the curable kind. That goes for my hetero readers as well (believe it or not, I have some!). If you don't use condoms, straight folks, you could end up with something awful, too--like a baby. WINK Anyhoo, as always, I don't know if any celebrity that may or may not be mentioned in this series is gay or not. Except Rupert. We've all established his flame burns brightly. Even though I'd fuck all the Backstreet Boys (save Howie),it doesn't mean their gay--it just means I'm a slut. Any questions? Good. Now, if you have any OTHER questions, answers, comments, want to say you hated or loved the story, you can e-mail me at bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! Please don't send me nasty e-mails stating how my gay ass should die. Flames sent to me are always replied to--and trust me, I know many more nasty words than you. And they probably have more syllables, too. So there. Smooches to all my readers and friends--read on:

"Hope you remember me when you're home sick and need a change. I miss your purple hair. I miss the way you taste. I know you'll come back some day. On a bed of nails I wait. I'm praying that you don't burn out or fade away. And all we are is all so far. You're falling back to me, the star that I can see, yeah. I know you're out there, somewhere out there. You're falling out of reach, defying gravity, yeah. I know you're out there, somewhere out there."~Our Lady Peace, 'Somewhere Out There'.

Countdown To A Christmas Wedding Bad Boy B-Rok By-Lep (Epilogue)

"Hey you two." I gave a smile as I walked over to Brian and Kevin by the pool. "You have the faces of two guys that are up to no good."

Brian giggled softly as I eased myself down into his lap. Kevin just looked on as Brian gave me a soft, but prolonged kiss on the lips. I almost didn't want to know what they were talking about, because I had a feeling it had been me. And if it involved me, I know it had to do with sex. Or more precisely, the prospect of both of them having sex with me.

My lips lingered against Brian's for a short while as he wrapped his arms around my middle and held me closely to him. When we finally broke the kiss, I wrapped an arm over Brian's shoulders and held on to him as he held me on his lap. Kevin was just staring at us as we were affectionate. I couldn't read his face to tell what they had been talking about. However, he didn't look upset, so it must have been about something happy, atleast.

"How's everyone doin' inside, baby?" Brian asked.

"Good. Your dad and Harold, Jr. are practically zonked out in the den. Devon is sleeping it off in the living room, Barb and Garrett are in the living room, too. But I think they're talking about my next career move and how to make money. Booker and Aaron are almost zonked out in the den, as well. And your wonderful mother and Susan are doing dishes." I had to think to make sure I had mentioned everyone. "And then there's us three."

"We were just talking about you." Kevin stated.

"A very interesting topic, might I add." I joked. "What were you saying about me?"

"Wellllllll," Brian spoke up,"I was saying how damn sexy you looked walking down here from the deck."

"Aw shucks, thanks baby." I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

"And I was saying that I hope you and Brian have a wonderful wedding." Kevin replied.

I looked at both of them. Their faces were clear, so I couldn't judge if that was all they had said. However, if they were talking about Kevin's suggestion of a three-way, they weren't letting it show on their expressionless faces.

"Is that all?" I rolled my eyes, pretending I was bored.

"Well, we did mention that we can't wait to go to London for the honeymoon. And Kevin gave me a list of what all the guys want for Christmas." Brian explained further.

"Ah, how thoughtful of him." I laughed.

Kevin probably wants some long, hot, man-on-man action, I thought to myself. And I bet I can guess who the other men would be.

"You should see all the shit Nick wrote down!" Brian laughed loudly.

"Yeah, well Santa may just bring him some coal if he doesn't straighten up." I climbed off Brian's lap and grabbed my own chair between them at the table.

"Same for A.J." Brian agreed.

"And what did Mr. Kevin want from the jolly red chubby guy?" I asked, waiting for Brian to whip the list out of his pocket.

"You know what I want." Kevin squinted at me.

"A razor?" I teased and reached over to tickle the growth on his chin.

"Har har." He lightened up.

"It'd probably take a weedwhacker, though." I sighed.

"Baby, do you think I'm fat?" Brian stated, making me snap my head in his direction. "Here's the list."

I took the list from him. "Why?"

"Mom said I'm getting 'soft'. I think that was a nice way of saying 'hey, lardass'. And Harold,Jr. called me 'tubby'." Brian explained, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Awwwwww, my poor boy!" I teased and leaned over to kiss the tip of his nose.

Brian sat there for a moment as I unfolded the list to look at what everyone wanted.

"That's not an answer." Brian stated, making Kevin laugh loudly.

"Oh." I realized he wasn't being rhetorical. "I thought you were just complaining about your mean ole family."

"No. I want you to honestly tell me if I'm getting fat."

"I told him he's just fluffy, but he didn't like that." Kevin winked at Brian.

"Shut up!" Brian pointed a finger at Kevin, but laughed at the comment.

"Baby, why do you care what OTHER people think of you?" I pinched his cheek. "You'll always be sexy to me."

"That's not an answer, either!" Brian was getting frustrated.

"Oh good God." I threw my hands in the air. "Is there no end to my problems?"

Kevin and Brian both laughed loudly at my dramatics.

"Brian, you're not fat, but you're getting chubby." I stated quickly. "But that doesn't make you unattractive to me, so shut the hell up already."

Kevin and Brian sat back in their chairs, stunned at my honesty.

"Lose the weight or keep it, baby. Either way, I'll still love ya'." I explained further. "And I'll still fuck ya', so stop being a big ole queen about it."

"Rowr." Kevin stated simply.

"No kidding." Brian agreed.

"Well, next time don't make me answer a question so hideously impossible to answer without calling you chubby. I don't care if you have a bit of fat on you. More cushion for the pushin', babes." Brian and Kevin laughed as I finished talking.

"Speaking of pushin'..." Kevin looked over at me.

"Get bent." I flipped him off, and got up from the table.

Kevin and Brian were both laughing hysterically as I walked back up to the house.

(Part One) (December 7th 5:06 a.m.)

I slowly opened the door to Aaron's bedroom, trying not to make a single noise as I creeped in. The door made a slight creaking noise as it opened, but not loud enough to wake Aaron. Once the door was open just wide enough for me to slip in, I entered his room, then slowly shut the door behind me. Even though it was still dark out this early in the morning, I could see Aaron in his bed. Well, atleast I could see the bulge in the covers which indicated he was still in bed.

There was no movement except for a slight rising and falling--Aaron's chest expanding and constricting as he breathed slow and deep in his sleep. Without taking anymore time than was necessary, I crept over to the side of the bed that was empty. It took a lot of doing, but I finally managed to crawl into bed next to Aaron, cuddling up to his side. Aaron was wrapped up tightly in the covers, looking quite comfy.

His hair was slightly mussed with bed-head, but he had a small smile on his face, as if he was having good dreams. His lips were parted slightly, his breath coming out in small windy "hiss" noises. Slowly, I leaned down,closer to Aaron's face, moving closer and closer until I was within inches of his face. He still kept sleeping, not once signaling I was disturbing him. I brought my lips within an inch of his face, smiling to myself. He was NOT going to like this. Well not at first anyway.

He looked so happy to be wrapped up in his covers. So warm and comfy in his bed. My disturbance would severely piss him off. Who knows, I thought to myself, maybe he'll love having me wake him up like this. I thought about it a few more minutes as I watched his lips quiver from his breaths, and his eyes move under his eyelids. Finally, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to do it.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hollered in his face, then moved back quickly.

Aaron sat straight up with a jerk. "Holy shit!!"

"Good morning, sunshine. How'd you sleep?" I asked innocently as I watched him try to catch his breath.

"What are you doing?" He looked at me, panting.

"Wishing you a very Happy Fifteenth Birthday." I smiled sweetly. "How'd you sleep?"

He couldn't help but laugh at me. "Fine until now. Why are you waking me up at five in the morning? And why are you already dressed?"

"Becaaaaaause--Brian and I are going to take you to breakfast and force feed you lots of fattening food. Then we're going to force you to shop all day long. Then later on we'll have a huge piece of birthday cake. And you have to get up for it to work." I placed a hand in the middle of his chest and shook him violently.

"I don't want to get up, damnit." Aaron managed to groan over his laughter, and rolled over, away from me.

"Oh no, you didunt!" I teased, then grab him roughly around his middle, about to lift him out of bed and throw him over my shoulder.

"No Matt! Don't!" Aaron squealed. "I don't have anything on!"

I paused for just a second. "Ew."

"Shut up!" Aaron laughed nervously.

"Well, you better get dressed and meet me in the hall then mister." I got off the bed. "I'll give you five minutes."

Aaron just rolled his eyes at me from his place in bed as I got up and left his room. Brian was waiting in the hallway for me. He was pulling a black ski mask on over his head. He was covered head to toe in all black. He had on black cargo pants, a black long sleeve shirt, and black combat boots. It was sexy, but pointless.

"You can't go in and pretend to kidnap him right this second. He's nude." I huffed, folding my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall.

"Well shit." Brian sighed.

"I know babes. You look so the part, too." I winked at him.

"Don't I though?" He smiled thru the slit in the mask.

"You know, you might have to save that so we can play 'cat burglar' one night after I play 'Army Private' for you." I laughed lowly.

"Don't get me all excited, boy!" Brian squealed, but moved forward, coming within an inch of my face.

"Why not? We have time--Aaron's getting dressed." I licked my lips.

"I don't know why you think that length of time is enough for us. You know if we even start something it's gonna last atleast an hour." Brian rolled his eyes.

"True. We'll save it for the honeymoon I guess." I winked again.

"Goddamnit, no!" Aaron tried to shove Brian away in the front doorway to the house as Brian threw him over his shoulder.

"Resistance is futile! Bwa-ha-ha!" Brian cackled as he got Aaron on his shoulder.

"Such nice language for a polite young man, too!" I slapped Aaron's ass hard as it poked over the front of Brian's shoulder.

"Ow!" Aaron couldn't help but laugh.

"Throw him in the trunk, baby." I slapped Brian's ass, too, but lightly.

"Yeah baby!" He laughed at me.

"No! Don't put me in the trunk, damnit!" Aaron squealed. "Are you just gonna leave Booker here or what?"

"Barb came and got him right before I came to wake you up." I slapped his butt again. "And stop with the goddamn cursin' for fuck's sake! Jesus Christ, shit, Aaron!"

Brian brayed at my speech. Aaron just groaned as Brian took off towards my car, Aaron over his shoulder. I locked the front door to the house behind me, then ran up ahead of Brian to open the trunk.

"Okay, baby. Stick the little blonde twinkie in here." I held it open for him.

"Who are you calling a twinkie?" Aaron snapped as Brian basically threw him in the trunk.

"You." I reached into the trunk to pinch his cheek. "Twinkie."

"I don't want to ride in the trunk, Matt." Aaron pleaded up at me.

"It's your birthday. You have to suffer humiliation. It's tradition." I explained quickly. "Besides, it's only downhill from here in life, babes."

Brian laughed loudly.

"Please don't make me....." Aaron started.

"Oh, shut up already." Brian slammed the trunk shut.

"Well," I shrugged,"that oughta do it."

"Where're we taking him for breakfast?" Brian asked as he walked around to the driver's side of the car and I made my way to ride shotgun.

"Anywhere fattening. Like Waffle House or IHOP." I replied, opening the passenger door and climbing in.

"Oooooh, Waffle House!" Brian cheered.

"Hashbrowns smothered and covered?" I asked as he jumped into the driver's seat.

"Well, duh." He rolled his eyes and started the car. "What're you gonna get, baby?"

"Something that will make me have to jog for five miles to work it off, probably." I replied with a wink as I strapped myself into the seatbelt.

"I'm friggin' stuffed." I pushed my plate away from me and placed a hand on my belly.

"Dibs!" Aaron stated loudly and grabbed the plate with what was left of my pancakes.

"And these puppies are mine." Brian grabbed my left over hashbrowns.

"You two are pigs." I laughed. "Why can't you smoke in these damn California restaraunts?" I sighed.

"Because you may give the rest of us second hand smokers lung cancer." Aaron jabbed his fork in my direction as he chewed down a huge bite of food.

"You people aren't suing Aunt Jemima or Jimmy Dean when your arteries clog and you have a heart attack, so blow me." I waved him off then motioned to our waitress.

Brian brayed loudly, his mouth full of food. "You always have a way with words, babe."

"No shit." Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Boy, I'm gonna wash your mouth out with soap," I stated as the waitress approached,"I need a really big cup of coffee with alot of cream.

She agreed with a nod and went about fetching my cup of coffee.

"I don't want you doing anything with my mouth." Aaron turned his nose up.

Brian choked on his food.

"Oh no he didunt." I looked a Brian, my mouth gaping.

"I think he did." Brian tried to swallow the bite he just choked on.

"Imma whoop your ass in the parking lot. You just wait and see." I teased Aaron back.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes again, but let on that he was amused by grinning widely.

"I can't believe you didn't finish these, baby." Brian stated as he dug his fork into my leftover hashbrowns.

"I can't believe you're going to." I laughed lowly and took my cup of coffee from the waitress as she showed up.

If she knew who we were, she sure as hell wasn't letting on. Her idea of a smile was a grunt thru tight laced lips. If I wore a hairnet and a brown zip up dress, I probably would grunt, too.

"They're good." Brian stated as I put cream and sugar in my coffee.

"Yeah, they are. But if you're worried about this," I laid a hand on his stomach and rubbed, "then you might oughta lay off, huh?"

"Stop it!" Brian laughed and pushed my hand away. "Besides, I don't think you ready for 'dis jellay."

"Oh stop!" I laughed with him.

"You two are so weird." Aaron stated simply as more pancakes were shoved into his mouth.

"You shut up before we find some really humiliating way for you to go shopping." I squinted at him.

"Yeah, like in your underwear." Brian suggested.

Aaron just looked terrified as Brian and I laughed maniacally.

"I think this is the last bag, dude." I stated in a California surfer bum voice as I helped carry bags into Aaron's room.

"Like, gnarley." He replied in the same voice.

We had just gotten home from a very long and extensive trip to every damn shop in town. Brian and I had bought every little thing Aaron's heart desired. I was afraid to look at all the receipts, but I knew I was gonna owe VISA a couple thousand. Aaron, as expected, was extremely happy with the way the day turned out. A whole day of eating, shopping for clothes, and anything else you wanted pretty much put anyone in a good mood. I knew it'd do it for me, anyway.

"So, did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?" I asked as I sat on Aaron's bed and laid back on my elbows.

"Pretty much, yeah." He smiled over at me as he began pulling clothes out of a D&G bag.

"That's cool. Now just remember, I want a Land Rover for MY birthday." I winked at him.

"I'll be sure to.....tell Brian." Aaron laughed.

"Good plan." I replied and pulled an Old Navy bag towards me.

"Baby," Brian popped his head in the door,"I'm off to bed."

"At nine o'clock?" I squealed.

"We've been up since four this morning." He grunted playfully.

"Oh....yeah." I shrugged. "What about the birthday cake?"

"I'm too stuffed and tired." He replied. "I'll be in there whenever you're ready for me."

I couldn't help but laugh loudly as Brian giggled like a girl and ran off towards our bedroom. Even Aaron thought it was funny.

"I'm too full for cake, too." Aaron rubbed his stomach slowly.

"You know, this shirt is pretty cool." I told Aaron and pulled out an orange velour pull over.

"Yeah, and it'd be like a size too small for you." Aaron laughed loudly.

"Are you calling MOI fat?" I put a hand to my chest.

He rolled his eyes. "No. But it's sorta snug on me. So it'll probably be tight as hell on you." He explained, still digging clothes out of bags and laying them on the bed across from me.

"We'll see about that." I stated and stood up, pulling off my t-shirt that proclaimed "L.A. Feline Shelter: The Best Pussy In Town".

"Don't rip that shirt." Aaron warned me as I decided to prove I could fit into a shirt he could wiggle into.

I just stuck my tongue out at him as I tossed my t-shirt on the bed and pulled Aaron's shirt on over my head. It was very tight--the kid wasn't lying. It was tight around my shoulders, and getting my arms thru the arm holes was quite a chore. However, I finally got it on. It was like a second skin it was so tight on me. My pecs showed prominently thru the material, as did the outline of every abdominal. My biceps looked like they were bulging under the material.

"I kinda like it." I laughed as I realized how buff it made me look.

Aaron squinted at me, as if examining me. "You know, it does look good on you. Better than it did on me. You wanna keep it?"

I just laughed. "No, I can barely breathe in this anyway." I grunted as I pulled it back over my head and off. "Thanks, though."

"No prob, Bob." Aaron smiled at me as I scooped up my tee off the bed.

"Here ya' go, sir." I walked over to Aaron bare chested and handed him the velour pull over, my tee gripped in my other hand.

Aaron took the shirt from me, and just looked at me, not saying anything. It seemed weird, sort of uncomfortable, but I didn't know why.

"Well, since we're not going to eat any cake, I guess I'll head to bed, too." I winked at him, then leaned down. "G'nite birthday boy."

I leaned down to Aaron and planted a kiss on his forehead. Aaron reached up and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in to hug him.

"'Nite, buddy." I gave him another quick kiss on his forehead and pulled away.

"G'nite." He smiled at me as I exited his room.

(Part TWo) (December 16th)

"I am sooooo not having my picture taken while I'm wearing Christmas tree garland." I shook my head at Barb from across her desk. "Garrett says it'll be cool."

"Maybe it will be." She shrugged.

"No way."

"What do you have against Christmas, Ebenezer?" She laughed lightly as she lit a cigarette.

"Nothing at all. I love Christmas. Give me gifts and deck the fuckin' halls."

"What do you have against garland, then?"

"Nothing in particular. The thing that's bothering me is that that is ALL they want me to wear in the photo spread!"

"Oh good lord. They have no taste at all." Barb exhaled a big cloud of smoke. "They should know that's so tacky."

"I KNOW!" I threw my hands in the air.

"They should put you in elf slippers and a carefully placed Santa Claus Hat." She replied.

I almost doubled over from laughter. Me, nude, on the cover of Cosmopolitan wearing two big curly elf slippers with bells on the toe tips. My privates covered with a Santa hat. How funny would that be? I could just imagine the hat pointing straight out, as if I slipped it on over an erection. Suddenly, I stopped laughing.

"You know, that's actually not a bad idea." I squinted.

Barb listened intently as I explained the thought I had just had. By the time I was done, she was sold on the idea, too.

"It's still tacky as all get out, but it's very provocative. And what better way to say 'Merry Christmas' than that?" Barb laughed loudly.

"Do you think Cosmo would let me do that?" I asked, totally serious about doing another tacky magazine cover for middle aged women to snatch up at the supermarket.

"Well they were going to let you do the garland, so why not?" She shrugged.

"Yeah, but if we do the Santa Hat, it'll look like I have a boner underneath it." I explained further.

"True. Oh hell, they'll do it, I'm sure." She shrugged. "I'll call Garrett for you later and give him the details."

"Aight." I replied as I lit a cigarette.

Barbara jotted down a few notes to remind herself about making the call, then set them aside. I waited while she spun in her chair to reach behind her desk to the filing cabinet. She grabbed a large stack of photos and papers off of it, then spun back to face me.

"Okay, you need to autograph all these for your fan club..." She handed me a stack of photos that probably numbered around two hundred.

"Wait. I have a fan club?" I was shocked.

"Well, duh. You've had one for a long time. That's not even a fifth of the pictures you have to sign."

"Who the hell has been running it? Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things?" I wasn't pissed, just curious.

"I did tell you--a long time ago. We have people here at the agency that handle most of it. They read the letters, type up courteous responses, and move on to the next."

"Oh, cool." I looked at the photo.

It was a copy of my cover of Out magazine. Definitely not a shabby picture.

"How many people belong to the fan club?"

"Ummm,"Barb placed the papers to the side and started tapping keys on her computer,"let's see. Around three-thousand right now. Around a thousand are apparently women with fantasies. Another thousand are teen girls with crushes. The rest are guys that either have fantasies, or think you're the coolest dude."

"Groovy."

"And we also have a contest being run with the fan club. I'll tell you all about it now that you know you have one." Barb chuckled and pulled the stack of papers back in front of her.

"Oooh, what's the prize?" I paused, then asked quickly. "I'm not gonna end up paying for a luxury sedan for some lucky contestant, am I?"

"Hell no, it's a really inexpensive prize. You won't have to pay a cent."

"Cool, so what's the contest?" I asked, picking up a silver paint pen Barb had set in front of me.

I popped the cap off the pen and went about signing the pictures as beautifully as I could.

"Well, the contest is pretty easy, actually. Each month a newsletter gets sent out about you. Well, the November newsletter had a quiz in it about you. Each member that got all ten questions about you right is entered into the drawing. Most of the questions are like 'What is Matt's favorite color', drink, food, etc. Very easy stuff. But there're a couple tough ones that only the most hardcore fan would know the answer to."

"Like what?" I didn't bother to look up at her.

"Like what designer made the tux you wore to the Oscar's when you won for Best Actor."

"Wow. I don't even remember." I laughed loudly.

"It was Armani. So far only thirty-two out of roughly a thousand responses got all ten right."

"Damn, I got some obsessed fans. Atleast thirty-two anyway." I giggled. "So, what's the prize?"

Barb gulped loud enough for me to hear it. When I looked up at her, she was a bit flushed. Before she said anything, she licked her lips nervously.

"What's the prize, Barb?" I asked again, setting the pen down.

"Now, don't go all queeny on me, k?"

"What's the goddamn prize??" I demanded.

"Yeah, thanks for not queening out." She gulped again. "They get to spend a day on the set of your next movie, watching you work."

"Oh, fuck it all." I fell back in the chair.

"It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? I love my fans, Barb. However, I don't want to spend a whole day with one that's obsessed enough to know what designer I wore four years ago to the Oscar's!"

"Three years ago. We'll do a full background check, don't worry about that. I've already committed you to it, so just grin and bear it, k?"

"Fine. What else do you need me to do today? Swim in a tank of Great White sharks with raw steak strapped to my ass?" I huffed and went back to signing pictures.

"Well, you need to agree to do The View." She replied.

"Lisa Ling is leaving--and isn't Meredith Viera leaving, too? Or maybe she left already?" I asked.

"I guess."

"Then no." I snorted.

"Okaaaaaaaaay--Letterman?"

"He blows."

"Leno?"

"He's a frickin' moron."

"Oprah?"

"If she's not too busy with the Angel Network or Book Club."

"Okay, I'll let her know. How about Conan O'Brien?"

"I take it back--Leno isn't a moron compared to Conan."

Brian sighed. "Craig Kilborn?"

"He's kinda cute." I wriggled my eyebrows without looking up.

"Yeah, if you like the tall dorky type. I'll sign you up for him, too, then. How about Regis and Kelly?"

"Yeah, as long as Regis understands that only Kelly may talk to me. And make sure all these people know I can't make it to their shows until atleast January third."

"Alright, Queen Matt." Barbara laughed and made more notes. "And there's a meeting in Bob's offices tomorrow--with the cast that's been assembled thus far--at noon. Lunch WILL be served."

"What I always like to hear." I laughed.

"Now, on to your committment ceremony with Brian..." She pulled a stack of crap from the bottom of the pile.

"Yeah?

Barb had a two inch thick stack of papers and other stuff at the bottom that all pertained to the wedding. I was sorta afraid of what she was going to have to say about it. No telling what was going wrong, or what was going right.

"All invites have been RSVP'd to, except your mother's. All affirmatives. Rupert Everett and boyfriend, Madonna and Guy Ritchie, Juliette Lewis, Rosie O'Donnell, and ofcourse Kelly, John McDaniel and whoever the flavor of the week is, Mandy Moore..."

"Mandy Moore??"

"Apparently Rosie told her about the ceremony and Mandy ofcourse loves you..."

"Oh God."

"As well as Justin Timberlake and, well, actually, all of 'N Sync will be there."

"Who the fuck invited them?" I exhaled heavily.

"I'm guessing Brian?"

I just made a hissing noise and went back to autographs.

"Then ofcourse myself, Garrett and Susan, Kevin, Howie, A.J., Nick, Aaron, ma, pa and the rest of the Walton's will be there."

"Don't forget Leo and Devon."

"They're on here somewhere. As well as Bob, Harvey Weinstein and Clinnon Davis. All with dates or wives, ofcourse."

"Good lord. That's too many celebrities."

"Oh please, Matt. If this were a straight wedding, we would have invited half of Hollywood, and you know it." She rolled her eyes.

"True. But how the fuck did *N Sync get invited? Why didn't you run this by me first?"

"You told me that Brian had the guest list, and they were on it. Maybe he wants Justin to see him take you to the altar--to rub it in his face?"

"Why don't you just invite Carson Daly for me while you're at it. Jesus." I sighed, but kept signing photos.

"The caterer's needed a final decision on the food, but Brian and I handled that."

"What is the final menu?" I cringed.

Brian had helped Barbara decide on food as well. If I knew Brian, the wedding party would be feasting on spare ribs and steak fries, then wash it all down with Bud Light. That was the best case scenario, anyway. We might even end up with food catered from McDonald's or Taco Bell.

"The meal will begin with mediterranean salad."

"What exactly is that?"

"It's a spinach, boston lettuce and fennel combo with mandarin oranges, pineapple, mushrooms, baby shrimp, tomato and red onion with a sweet balsamic vinegar dressing."

"Gross. But fancy. Works for me."

"Then sorbet, then shrimp brisque. Then guess what? Sorbet again."

"Are we having sorbet for dessert, too?" I laughed.

"Luckily, no. Then we'll move on to a gazpacho."

"Damn, how many courses do we have?"

"Five."

"Fuck."

"Next is the entree. Guests have chosen either the spinach, feta and mushroom stuffed chicken breast, grilled pork loin medallions, lobster, or sirloin. Which do you want?"

"Chicken."

"Brian went for the sirloin AND lobster."

"Imagine that." I laughed.

Barb chuckled. "With the entrees is grilled zucchini, yellow squash, mushrooms and red onions with a sweet marinade on them. Twice baked garlic and parmesan potatoes and a piece of this fancy bread shit they have."

"Sounds tasty."

"Then we have the second salad--which is the last course."

"Then dessert? Damn we'll need someone to wheel everyone to their cars to go home."

"No kidding. Because ofcourse, we have the cake for dessert, but we also have chocolate covered strawberries--you should see the size of those things. They're the size of small peaches, I shit you not. We also have these crispy pastry things that are twisted into these stick like things with chocolate coating on each end."

"Is that the technical name?" I laughed.

"Fuck off. And ofcourse we have sorbet."

"Well, you and Brian did well on picking the menu--my congrats. What's the drink situation?"

"We have five cases of red, five of white, Negra Modello and Heinnekken are the beers offered--bottles only. Any other mixed drink you want, they're going to have it for you."

"Groovy. I can't wait to see the bill already." I laughed loudly.

"I saw a few of them already babes. I think the total with catering, limo rentals, booze, and flowers is like a hundred grand."

"OW!!!" I jumped back in my chair, exaggerating the situation.

"Then we still have to worry about tent rental, lighting, tuxes, music-slash-entertainment and hotel rental for those that need it. Also, Brian wants to get you a new ring."

"Oh Jesus, I'm running out of fingers to put them on." I laughed and held up my hands to display all my rings for her. "I can barely lift my arms now."

"Well, you can put all those away and just wear the new one." Barb shrugged. "Maybe you should buy him one, too?"

"Maybe I will." I shrugged back.

Brian was sitting out on the deck with some woman I didn't even recognize, sipping on cokes. Booker was out in the yard, practically trying to ride Rimbaud across the lawn. One day that dog is gonna bite him a new asshole, I thought to myself. I quickly opened the sliding glass door, trodded out onto the deck and leaned over the railing.

"Booker!" I screeched.

Suddenly, he jumped off Rimbaud and stood up straight to look at me.

"I swear if you don't stop being mean to that dog, I'm gonna wear you out. How many times have I told you to not hurt him!" Good Lord, I sound like a father, I thought to myself.

"Sorry, Daddy!" He looked down at his feet.

"Just stop being mean to Rimbaud. He's gonna get mad one day and tear you up." I stated before heading back towards the house.

"Baby? Hi?" Brian stopped me before I could make it back into the house.

I forgot he had been sitting there.

"Oh,"I shook my head with a smile,"Sorry. Hi, sexy."

"Matt, this is Marisol. She's helping me come up with a decoration plan for Friday."

"Crunchy. Nice to meet you, Marisol." I walked over and offered my hand.

"Nice to meet you, too. Would you like to see what we have so far?" She motioned to the seat next to her.

"Um,"I glanced down at my watch,"Sure."

I went over to the table and sat down between Brian and Marisol, in front of a huge slew of papers. They had seating arrangements on a chart, samples of fabrics, pictures of all kinds of lights, floral arrangement pictures, and just more crap than I had the patience to deal with. It was definitely a good thing that Brian was taking the lead on the committment ceremony. By this point, I was ready to pull my hair out, and Barb was doing most of the share of my work.

However, with all the movie business I had to deal with, my workouts with Andre, magazine shoots, interviews, meetings, and a whole bunch of other boring crap, I was a busy boy. There was also one place I wanted to go to and get Brian's ring. At first, I thought getting him a ring would be hokey, but I figured it would be nice. He had bought me countless rings and baubles, so it was his turn for a surprise.

"So far, we've decided on having a huge tent set up here, around the pool." Marisol started.

"There's going to be a stage constructed over the pool, like a bridge sort of." Brian helped her out.

"The tables will be arranged around the pool. They are large, circular tables that will seat ten comfortably."

"No folding chairs." I stated.

"Oh no!" Marisol looked offended that I'd even think she'd stoop so low.

I liked her.

"There will be a smaller round table for two in the middle of all of the other tables--which ofcourse will be for you and Brian."

"So we can be all snuggly." Brian winked. "And we're gonna have huge floral arrangement centerpieces on each table."

"Yes. They will be white, silver and rum colored roses, with a small amount of greenery and Baby's Breath."

"Where exactly do you get SILVER roses?" I laughed.

"I hand-tint them for you." Marisol stated proudly.

"Oh. Wow."

"Baby, baby! You're gonna love this. There're gonna be tiny twinkling lights strung throughout the tent, with the only other light coming from white and silver pillar candles." Brian was bouncing up and down in his seat.

If anyone had ever questioned Brian's homosexuality, it was apparent now he was thru-and-thru queer. He was turning into Martha Stewart before my very eyes.

"That's tight, baby."

"There will be an archway leading into the tent that will be completely covered in roses, so it will look like you're walking thru a tunnel of roses." Marisol added. "Also with lights attached to it. The cake table will be smothered in flowers as well, and more candles. There will be a bottle of red wine on the table with a corkscrew, along with a bottle of white in a galvanized bucket to chill. All other drinks will be available at the bar--which will be located at the other end of the pool. Dancing will be to the side of the pool, under more lights and candles."

"Good lord. Lifestyles of the rich and fabulous." I laughed.

"Well, ofcourse." Brian stated as if we wouldn't have it any other way.

"It sounds like you two are doing great." I stood. "Watch Booker and make sure he doesn't keep tormenting Rimbaud, baby."

Brian glanced in Booker's direction.

"We haven't told you about the honeymoon plans." He grabbed my hand.

"I haven't met with Garrett yet today, baby. And I've still got to call folks about, um, something." I explained.

"Something?" Brian squinted at me.

"Yeah."

"What kind of something is it?" He wriggled his eyebrows at me.

"It's on a need to know basis babes, and you don't need to know." I laughed, then bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before heading back into the house.

Brian and Marisol were both laughing at me as I closed the sliding glass door behind myself. I couldn't help but smile to myself as well. Immediately, I went over to the phone and dialed Kevin up. It took about seven rings, but he finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"It's Matt. You on the phone with someone else?" I asked.

"No. Why?" He seemed curious.

"Well, it rang seven frickin' times without the machine coming on, so ya' know." I teased.

"Oh. Well, no. What's up?" He chuckled.

"I need to buy Brian a ring. But I want to get it at Cartier. The one in New York specifically. I want him to know that I really worked at getting this ring for him." I couldn't help but laugh at myself. "Um, how--exactly--do I get them to send me a ring I want by Friday without having to fly out there to get it?"

"In just four days? Shoot, that's no problem." Kevin stated sarcastically. "That should be no problem at all."

I could almost see him rolling his eyes.

"You're being a little Hateful Hannah, but I'm willing to overlook that seeing that I need your help." I teased back.

Kevin laughed at my choice of words. "Well, do you have an AMEX?"

"What gay rich man doesn't?" I was shocked he'd have to ask.

"Okay, chill." He sighed. "Just call them up and tell them specifically what you want. Then charge it to your AMEX. Or I think they might have a website."

"That's soooooo impersonal though." I stopped him. "I don't want to not see his ring before I buy it."

"Then get your fine little butt on a plane and go pick one up." Kevin laughed.

"Oh, fine little butt." I stated whistfully. "I think more people should refer to me in such a manner."

"You're such a terd." Kevin sighed.

"I know. Okay, fine, I'll call them up."

"Alrighty. I'll be there on Friday as planned."

"Works for me, babes." I replied. "Talk to you later."

"Bye." Kevin chuckled, then hung up.

(Part Three) (December 16th 11 p.m.)

"Okay, Babs. Now I really want to go to sleep now." I spoke into the phone as Brian nibbled at the nape of my neck.

"Well, don't you want to know where to go for the Cosmo shoot tomorrow? Jesus, chill out, Matt." She replied quickly.

"Yeah, okay." I sighed, completely put out.

Brian's hands wandered up and down my chest and stomach as he nibbled my neck. I wanted to get off the phone so we could take it further, but Barb was way too excited about the Cosmo spread to shut up anytime soon.

"They need you down at their building tomorrow at nine in the morning. Sorry, make that nine-thirty. They're gonna have a set with a Christmas tree, faux fireplace, big arm chair, stockings hung, presents in the background, etc. that they're going to take your picture in for the spread. For the cover, they're probably just gonna shoot you against a plain red backdrop."

"Okay."

"And they're perfectly fine with the Santa Hat idea. So that's a go." She giggled from excitement.

"You picking me up or what?"

"Yeah, about eight-thirty so we can stop and get coffee on the way." She replied.

"I guess I won't have to bring any wardrobe." I laughed at my joke.

"Nope, they'll have the hat." She laughed with me.

"Bring some makeup, though. We'll probably need to do some touch up." I replied. "I don't think I have any blemishes in inappropriate places, but just in case...."

"Got ya' covered."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Bye now." I hung up quickly so she couldn't find something else to talk about.

It took me a minute to get the phone back on the reciever by the bed without making Brian move from the position he was in, but I finally did it. Brian's mouth never left my neck as I hung up the phone. I sighed softly as he kissed my neck softly, pressing his lips, then his tongue into my flesh. I had to stop him from sucking on my neck, however.

"Don't baby, you'll leave a hickey." I giggled and tried to cup his face in my hands.

"So what? I'm marking my territory." He growled playfully, then grabbed my hands and held them over my head.

Before I could protest again, he locked his lips over the side of my neck and started sucking roughly, drawing blood to the surface. I couldn't help but moan as he worked my neck. His lips, tongue and teeth worked at the flesh. Brian pressed the length of his body against my side as he continued to suck on my neck. It seemed to go on forever as the suction from his lips got tighter and tighter. Just when I thought I would have to scream for him to stop, Brian pulled away, leaving my neck sopping wet with his saliva.

"Ooooooh, that's gonna be a good one." He ran a hand over my neck, wiping his spit away.

"You are such an ass." I laughed, breathing heavy.

"Don't worry, baby. That's not all I plan to suck on tonight." He smiled evily at me.

"Oh yeah?" I returned his grin as he slid over, until he was hovering over me, propping himself up by his arms.

"I'm in the mood for some hardcore, nasty, dirty--fuckin'." Brian growled.

"You're always in the mood for that, baby." I teased him as I wrapped my arms around his middle, pulling him into me until he was pressed down against me.

"With you--it's impossible not to always be in the mood."

"I'm in the mood, too, baby." I leaned up and licked a line from his Adam's Apple to his lips, then shoved my mouth over his.

Brian returned my kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, our tongues fighting, Brian pressed his groin against me harder, showing me that he was fully hard. I moved my hands from the middle of his back and grabbed his ass roughly, pushing my harder into me. My cock was straining against my boxers as Brian's tried to break thru his.

"What are you in the mood for, baby?" Brian asked, out of breath, as he pulled away from me.

"I'm in the mood for..."I slowly moved my hand off his ass, between us, and grabbed his cock thru his underwear roughly,"this."

"Holy..!" Brian gasped as my hand connected with him.

"I want it in my mouth, up my ass--anywhere we can think to put it, baby." I stated as I reached into the fly and pulled his hard cock out.

If possible, his cock seemed bigger than I knew it was. I had never seen Brian's cock as long and as fully hard as it was right then. It seemed that if one more drop of blood was in his cock, it would pop. Brian lifted himself with his arms slightly so I could look between us and see his cock. It was already drooling precum, leaking it onto my stomach in drops.

My cock almost burst out of my underwear when I saw the sight Brian was providing. I just smiled up at Brian, then grabbed his ass and pulled him towards my face. Brian didn't hesitate for a second. He quickly moved up my body until he was straddling my chest, a knee under each of my armpits. Even with him sitting on my chest, his cockhead almost reached to my lips. Brian wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it slowly in front of me.

"See how hard you make me?" Brian asked as more of his precum oozed out and fell in drops onto my chest.

"You're making me so fucking hot, Brian." I growled. "I want your cock in my mouth right now."

An evil grin came to Brian's face, and he moved until his cockhead was over my mouth, and jerked his cock slowly, letting his precum drip into my mouth and on my lips. I greedily slurped it up, swallowing everything that dripped into my mouth. Brian stayed in that position, stroking himself as I tried to move my mouth to his cock, only to have him rebuff me.

"Give me your fucking cock, Brian." I couldn't help but give a sharp laugh.

"Nuh-uh. I'm gonna make you beeeeeeeeeeg for it." He teased me.

I wasn't having any of it. Roughly, I grabbed Brian's ass, and pulled him to my face, making his cock jam into my mouth in one movement. His engorged cockhead slammed into the back of my throat, and I reflexively swallowed on him, trying not to choke. Brian's hands flew up to the headboard, clutching on for dear life as he screamed out in pleasure and shivered.

"Oh goddamn, baby." He shivered so violently the bed shook.

I would've answered him, but my throat was full of wet, oozing cock. In response, I reached up the back of the leg of his boxer briefs and begin to tease his asshole with the tip of my index finger. Brian moaned, his cock still buried down my throat so far his balls were resting on my chin. Brian almost lost it as I swallowed on him again, trying to find a way to breathe and keep him in my throat as long as possible.

"Fuck, Matt. You're so goddamn good at taking my cock." Brian grunted before sliding his cock slowly out of my throat.

I took a deep breath thru my nose as Brian slid out of my throat, his cockhead bumping against my uvula. He continued to pull out until just the head of his cock was in my mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth so hard, you're gonna beg me to stop." Brian looked down at me, his eyes conecting with mine as I swirled my tongue around his cockhead.

"Less talk, more thrusting, baby." I took my mouth off him long enough to answer.

"You asked for it, remember that." Brian laughed lustfully.

Before I had a chance to think of a retort, Brian thrusted roughly back into my mouth, slamming the full length of his cock into my mouth. I choked this time, my throat convulsing over and over on Brian's shaft as he held himself deep in my throat, his hands clutching tightly to the headboard. To respond to his thrust, I rammed two fingers roughly up Brian's asshole.

Brian called out loudly, and pulled back. I barely had the chance to get another breath before he thrusted into my throat again. His cock began to ooze a steady stream of precum down my throat. I began to finger Brian steadily, shoving my fingers in and out of him. He caught on to my rhythm and began to thrust in and out of my mouth in sync with my finger thrusting.

Each time Brian thrust, he hit the back of my throat. When I shoved a third finger into him, his thrusts became frantic. He was going so fast that his cock became a blur and his balls slapped my chin roughly, making a loud noise as he grunted above me. The sweat from Brian's chest and stomach slowly dripped off of him, dripping onto my chest and the lower part of my face as he fucked my mouth.

"I'm getting close baby. Holy shit, I'm gonna blow a huge wad." Brian grunted as he thrust past my lips and my fingers fucked him roughly.

I just nodded my reply.

"My cum is gonna fill your mouth and be all over your face. You ready for my cum, baby?" Brian continued to talk dirty as his balls drew up close to his body.

I couldn't respond, my mouth was so full, but I tried to signal with my eyes that I wanted him to cum. All of the sudden, Brian thrusted a final time, and his cock began to pulse. It throbbed with the need to shoot bucketfulls of cum. His cock pulsed for a few seconds before his cum actually released, sending shot after shot of cum into my throat.

"Oh shit, take it all, baby." Brian moaned as he held himself in my throat for the first couple shots.

He then pulled back until his cockhead was at my lips and spewed load after load of cum into my mouth. Brian began grunting as his cock continued to spill his hot cum past my lips, filling my mouth to overflowing. Before cum began to leak out of my mouth, Brian pulled out to let me swallow. He gripped his cock tightly in his fist and began jerking himself off, sending even more cum into my cheeks, forehead, chin and neck.

I grabbed Brian's cock and helped him milk his cock for every bit of cum he had. Brian gazed down at me, his eyes glazed over as he smothered my face in cum. I was surprised anyone could shoot that much cum at one time. When the last drop of cum had shot from his cockhead, Brian slathered his cock into my cum streak-features, smiling down at me.

"Suck me clean, baby." Brian held his cock to my lips again.

Instead of doing as he asked, I grabbed his cock and wiped his cum off his cock with my hand. Brian looked at me quizzically as I climbed out from under him, keeping his cum in my hand.

"Turn around." I pushed Brian around, then shoved him down on his hands and knees.

"Oh yes-sah mass-a." Brian made me laugh.

I was still laughing when I pulled his boxer briefs off him, down to mid-thigh. My cock practically popped out of my boxer briefs when I opened the fly. I slathered the cum in my hand over the length of my cock, getting it lubed up for Brian. I could see Brian visibly clenching up, getting ready for a long, hard fucking. Before I even started to enter him, I leaned over until my chest was pressed against his back, and whispered in his ear.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck you harder than I ever have before." I whispered into his ear, making him shiver. "You're gonna scream for me to stop, but I'm gonna keep fucking you 'til I fill your ass with my cum."

I punctuated my sentence by slapping his ass roughly.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me hard, baby." Brian moaned.

Before he had a chance to change his mind, I grabbed my cock by the base and held it against his asshole, teasing him with the tip of my cock as it oozed precum onto his puckered opening. I grabbed both of his hips, then roughly thrust into him, not stopping until my balls hit his. Brian screamed out so loudly, I reached up and clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to keep him from waking Aaron and Booker. Brian bit my hand, but I managed to keep from screaming by biting my bottom lip.

"Goddamnit." I cursed under my breath as I managed to pry my hand out of Brian's mouth.

The meaty part of my hand, between my index finger and thumb had a perfect impression of Brian's teeth, and a small amount of blood had seeped to the surface. I didn't even think about it before I slapped Brian roughly on the ass with the same hand and pulled my cock out of him, then slammed it right back in to the hilt. Brian's back arched, and he managed to not scream--only gasp.

"You drew fucking blood, Brian!" I scolded him as I tightened my grip on his hips and began thrusting into him as hard and fast I could.

He couldn't answer me, he was too busy trying to supress screams.

"How the fuck am I gonna explain that at the photo shoot tomorrow?!? Goddamnit you're gonna fuckin' pay for that." I was cursing like a mad man.

Brian seemed to be turned on by my swearing. Frankly, I was getting off on the thin line between pleasure and pain. Brian began to moan loudly as I slapped his ass roughly over and over as I plowed into him, my balls slapping against his loudly as I thrust the length of my cock inside him.

"Take my...unh...fucking cock." I grunted and slapped his ass again, my blood speckling his ass slightly where I slapped him.

"oh fuck me, baby. Ram your cock up my ass as hard as you can." Brian's back arched again as I rammed into him.

"Shut the fuck up." I slapped his ass again. "And fuckin' take it."

Brian's moans got louder as I gripped his hips so tightly I knew it had to be painful. Finally, my thrusting became so intense, I pushed Brian off his hands, making his chest fall against the bed. I didn't miss a beat. As his ass was shoved further up towards me, I just began drilling him harder. Each time I thrusted, his face was rammed into the bed. Brian didn't seem to notice or find it painful, his moans continued.

A few thrust later, and my balls drew up to my body, signaling I was about to cum. I reached under Brian quickly and began stroking his cock from base to tip furiously. Brian began screaming out again, and I clamped the same hand over his mouth. This time, when Brian bit down on my hand, his cock pulsed, signaling he was again at orgasm. Only one shot of cum leaked out this time. His asshole tightened on me quickly.

Between the pain in my hand from Brian biting me, and his asshole tight on my cock, I began to unload in him. Shot after shot of cum rocketed from my cock, filling Brian's puckered opening with my cum. After several shots, I pulled out of Brian. I ripped my hand away from his mouth, gripped my cock and jerked the rest of my cum onto his ass. As my orgasm subsided, I rubbed my cock into the cum on his ass, smearing it in, then finally fell over on top of Brian.

"God-fucking-damn." I gasped in his ear.

"Holy shit, Matt." Brian rolled over, almost shoving me off of him.

We ended up with him panting underneath me, our bodies sticking together from sweat and cum. When I finally looked Brian in the face, immediately I noticed that his lips and teeth were red. I knew it wasn't lipstick.

"Well, that can't be good." I brought my hand up to look at it.

The place where Brian bit looked mangled. There wasn't a huge amount of blood, but I could clearly see where his teeth had punctured the skin in several places.

"Um, baby." Brian stated in a whisper. "I'm sorry."

I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at my hand. "It was too hot to apologize for, baby. But I think I'm gonna need stitches.

"Aw, shit." Brian stated as blood oozed slowly out of one of the holes and across the back of my hand.

(December 17th 8:28 a.m.)

"What in gay hell happened to your hand?" Barb screeched as I climbed into her car.

It was eight-thirty in the morning, but I'd only had two hours of sleep. Brian ended up having to drive me to the Emergency Room after we got dressed and instructed Aaron to watch Booker. Aaron, ofcourse, wanted to know why I had to go to the ER. We just told him that I slammed my hand in a dresser drawer. The kid was smart--'cause I don't think he bought it.

Overall, it took four hours in the ER. It was a good thing I wasn't bleeding to death, because I had to wait an hour before I even saw a doctor. After I saw him, he disappeared for another hour. When he finally came back to stitch me up, I was severely pissed. He wanted to give me a local anesthetic to numb the area, but I refused it. Brian just gasped as I said 'no'. I was so pissed at the doc, at the whole situation, that I wanted to feel the pain to keep me pissed.

We got back home at five in the morning. My hand was all stitched up, red from irritation, but wrapped in bandages. Brian and I immediately went to the bedroom, and I fucked him up against the wall. It was further punishment for making me need stitches. However pissed I was, I was turned on ten times more. Brian, if his moans were any indication, was having the time of his life, too.

"I got bit." I stated simply as I climbed into the car.

I was wearing grey sweatpants, white knee socks, a pair of black Nike's, and a black T-shirt that said "I Can't Even SEE Straight". There was a rainbow that was underneath the caption. My hair looked messy as usual--considering that's what the haircut was supposed to look like. I had slapped on a pair of Futuri sunglasses to block out the unwanted sun.

"And why are you wearing that T-shirt?!? Oh, Jesus H. Is this one of your red dollar days?" Barb looked forlorn.

"Why yes it is. Now fuck off. I need coffee." I groaned pitifully.

"Okay, fine. It's not like they're gonna take pictures of you in the shirt, right?" She began to back out the driveway.

"Right."

"Now, how'd you get bit--and by what?" She snorted.

(December 17th 10:23 a.m.)

"Are you comfortable standing around like that?" The editor of Cosmo asked me.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged passively.

They had rigged up a Santa hat so that it was wired to stick straight up--or out, in this case. It was hung over my bare crotch with very fine thread. I was sipping a frappuccino as the make-up person walked around me, examining my body and putting a dab of concealer here or there. Apparently I wasn't too blemished anywhere because she barely touched me.

The hair person had teased my hair up into spikes, and dyed some of the tips red and some green. She assured me it would wash out with shampoo. The costume lady had rigged me up with the hat so I would barely be covered, then gave me a "necklace" of large christmas lights. A couple were broken, but most of them lit up. It was like christmas at The Osbourne's.

"I'm perfectly fine." I smiled and took another sip of coffee.

"Good. Angela, what can we do about his hand?" The editor looked down at the costumer who was making sure my makeshift "codpiece" was going to stay in place.

"Why don't we leave it as is? He's supposed to be a punk-rock like Santa. It works." She replied from below my waist.

"I suppose you're right." He shrugged.

"Do you want me to smoke during the photo shoot?" I asked.

"Sure. Knock yourself out. Let's make Santa look as tacky--and sexually desirable as possible." He laughed loudly, then strolled over to the waiting photographer.

"Can you cover this up?" I motioned to the hickey on my neck that Brian had given me.

"Sure." The make up lady gave an uncomfortable smile and went to work on my neck.

"I mean REALLY cover it up. It's too damn tacky to even think about letting people see." I sighed and took another sip of my frap.

"This from the man with a Santa Claus hat over his cock." Barb announced as she walked into the room with a few papers.

"The hat makes a statement." I snorted.

"Right." She rolled her eyes with a smile. "You won the title of The Second Sexiest Actor from VH1's viewers."

I took the paper she handed me. Apparently, I had just barely been beaten by Brad Pitt.

"Did anyone under forty vote? Let me know when VH1 says I'm the sexiest. Or better yet, let me know when I win an MTV contest." I shoved the paper back at her, making the costume and make-up ladies laugh.

"Well, MTV did mention that you're highly controversial..." She looked at another paper.

"Before or after they called Brad Pitt the sexiest actor?" I rolled my eyes.

"Right after they reported that you're now being linked to Sandra Bullock--romaaaaaaaantically." Barb drew it out for dramatic effect.

"Woo hoo! Now, see, that's news!" I took the paper from her and read it.

"Yeah, apparently Sandy wants to sex you up, and that's why she got you a role in her new movie." Barb explained as I read it for myself.

"Excellent. What else?"

"Just the usual stuff. You're on drugs, you belong to a cult, you're into kinky sex, blah blah blah." Barb rolled her eyes at the rest of the papers Garrett had faxed over.

"Not on drugs, no cults for moi, but the kinky sex--yes please!" I raised a hand over my head with a laugh.

"You're incorigable." Barb shook her head with a laugh, then screamed at the photographer. "Can we get started sometime today? We do have other things to do ya' know!"

I just laughed and handed my empty Starbucks cup to Barb as the photographer eased back over to us to start the shoot. The costume and make-up ladies weren't quick enough getting out of the way and got included in the first few pictures. The photographer must have had experience dealing with actor's managers--it's always best to just get moving when they tell you to move.

(Part Four) (December 20th 7:23 a.m.)

"Who the hell told these people about the committment ceremony?!!?" I screamed into the cordless phone as I looked out the living room window towards the front of the house.

"Matt, I don't know--calm down." Barb's voice came back to me.

"Calm down?!? I've got fucking reporters trying to climb my goddamn fence! They've been camping out on the sidewalk since last night! What the fuck?!" I screamed louder.

"Baby!" Brian hollered from the other room. "Kevin's flight gets here in like thirty minutes."

"Goddamnit, Barb--do something about this or I swear I'm gonna queen out like you've never seen." I ranted into the phone. "Get Garrett on the phone like now!"

"Hold on, hold on." Barb put me on hold.

I cursed to myself about the evils of the hold button, and stalked out onto the back deck. The tent for the ceremony was already set up, and workers were trying to get tables, chairs, and all kinds of other shit set up. Just as I was lighting a cigarette, Brian stomped out onto the deck.

"What the fuck? Why do we always have to deal with this shit?" He swore louder than I did.

"The reporters or hold buttons?" I snapped.

"Huh? What are you..? Reporters." He answered, somewhat confused.

"I don't know, Brian. I know I sure as hell didn't call them and ask them to camp out on the sidewalk in front of my house." I waved my arm at the house.

"Matt, we've gotta do something. We can't marry each other with an army of reporters hanging over our fence." Brian pleaded with me.

"Does the phrase 'no fucking duh' mean anything to you?" I tried not to be too hateful.

"Okay...okay. This is freaking me out, though." Brian did a little 'anxiety' dance in front of me.

"Just go get Kevin from the airport right now. Take Booker with you. I'll call his school and tell them he's not going to be there today." I shooed Brian away.

"Baby, it's the last day of school before Christmas vacation. All the parties are today. He'll be disappointed." He squealed.

"Fine, take him to school. But you have to pick him up later. I'm not gonna try to drive my car thru that mob out there."

"Okay, deal. I'll be back after a bit, baby." He kissed me on the cheek quickly and ran back into the house, on a mission.

The hold music was still playing as Brian disappeared back into the house. I began taking long drags off my cigarette as I waited for Barb to take me off hold. Both Garrett and Barb would have to come up with a plan to make the press disappear before the next day. If they didn't, it was going to be a total stain. All of Brian's family was getting into town today, as well as all our friends. Luckily, they all had hotel reservations, so if they couldn't get into the house, they'd have somewhere to stay.

Just getting the workers into the house today to set up for the next day's ceremony was a chore. Marisol had to let a person in at a time thru the front gate and make sure they were one of her workers before letting them go about their business. Some reporters tried to claim they were there as a worker, too. It was pissing me off. We had a committment ceremony planned the following day, then we were leaving for London on the twenty-first. I couldn't handle this shit now.

Cartier was going to be delivering Brian's ring anytime, and I didn't know if even they could get thru my driveway gates. If Brian's ring didn't get to us on time, heads would roll and I'd spend my honeymoon in jail for manslaughter. However, I could probably plea temporary insanity and get off.

"Okay, we're both here." Barb's voice rang in my ear finally.

"I'm here." Garrett announced as well.

"You guys, I'm gonna cry here." I was serious. "I've got every damn reporter in the Southern California area trying to bust into my house. Do something!"

"Do you know what they want to ask you?" Garrett asked quickly.

"Yeah, probably if I like dick." I snapped, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"But have you actually talked to any of them yet?" Barb tried to be calm.

"When I stepped out of the house this morning in my boxers to run and get the paper, they ambushed me. They were screaming all at once, so I couldn't tell what they were asking." I explained, trying to wipe tears from my eyes.

"Okay. Let's put our heads together. We've always been able to come up with a solution." Garrett stated hurriedly.

"We need to get some security over there. That's a given." Barb sighed.

"Yeah, but what can I tell those fuckers out there to make them leave?" I lit another smoke.

"The truth?" Garrett laughed.

"Yeah, that'll work." I gave a wet laugh.

"Just tell the buggers you are throwing a Christmas party for all your friends and family, that no one is getting married. Then tell them all to sod off." Garrett replied.

"Don't tell anyone to sod off." Barb stated quickly. "Just wait 'til I get over there, then you and I will make something up and feed it to them." Barb was trying to come up with a solution.

"Fine. One of you better be over here in like," I looked at my watch quickly,"thirty minutes to help me sort this out or I'm going to go Super Fag on both of you."

I clicked the phone off without saying "goodbye". Frightfully, I was contemplating going out and telling the reporters to suck my ass. That probably wouldn't win me any brownie points with the press or my public, though.

(December 20th 9:32 am)

"Just one more picture, love." The last reporter, a female, asked of me as Barb and I stood at the open gates of my house.

"Ofcourse." Barbara answered me with a genuine smile and pulled me where she thought I should stand.

I gave my best smile as the photographer with the reporter took a couple pictures, then let us know he was done with a thumbs up.

"Thanks, love. Have a good party." The reporter waved as she walked off with her photographer.

"Thanks." I returned her wave, still smiling pretty like I was supposed to, then turned to Barb.

She had a shit-eating grin on her face. And I knew exactly why.

"Oh fuck you." I snorted and walked further up the drive to hit the close button for the gates.

"Okay. Let me get this straight. Did you just totally queen out for no reason? I think that was it, wasn't it?" Barb strutted up to me, rubbing it in. "I think the great Matt freaked out about nothing."

"You know, I think Garrett was right about the best thing to tell people that I don't want around. Sod off!" I snapped, but was somewhat amused at Barb.

"You call Garrett and I--freak out--and all the reporters want to know is..."

"Don't say it, Barb." I put a hand over her mouth.

"...whether or not you are dating Britney Spears." She cackled loudly. "Which is funny in itself--especially if they knew you..."

"You know, I think it's a hearing problem with you..." I started.

"....they really didn't give a shit about the tent being erected in the back yard..." Barb spoke over me.

"...because you never listen to a damn thing I say. Okay, so maybe I overreacted..." I continued.

"Overreacted?!?" Barb butted in, quite amused. "The Winner for the biggest understatment is--Matt Thompson!"

"Okay! I was completely wrong! What do you want a fuckin' medal?" I snapped.

"Yes, I would." She snorted playfully.

"Fine. I know where you can stick it, too." I snarled and turned to walk towards the house.

"So, are you going to show me what it looks like in the tent? You know, like a pre-show tour?" She dashed up to my side.

"Oh fine. If you must see it." I laughed, letting her know I wasn't really upset, then offered my arm to her.

Barb laced her arm thru mine with a chuckle, and followed my lead towards the back of the house.

(December 19th 7:36 p.m.)

"Did you get it?" I ran into Kevin's room, practically holding my hand out to him.

"Well, yeah. I waited in the driveway all frickin' day." He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Well, come on, let's see it." I stated urgently. "Better yet, bring it and follow me. I need to smoke."

"A'ight." He replied.

Kevin followed me out to the deck, carrying the black velvet ring case with him. Brian and Booker were out of the house again. This time they had left to go pick up Nick, A.J., and Howie. We were going to have a full house yet again. Luckily, all of our family members were staying in hotels, and wouldn't be over to the house until the day of the wedding.

Brian's parents had arrived late in the afternoon. Luckily, they just called us to let us know they were in town, instead of dropping by. Not that we didn't want to see them, but our house was bustling from excitement. Or frenzy. Whatever. Workers were coming and going--Marisol was in a tizzy half of the time--Brian was giddy as fuck and bouncing off the walls, and Booker was joining in on the fun. Aaron was sticking to himself as usual. His loner attitude was starting to bug the crap out of me.

"So, let's see it." I rushed him as stepped out onto the deck and lit a smoke.

"Chill, chill." Kevin teased.

"Get it out now!" I teased back.

"I hope you're referring to the ring?" Kevin winked.

"This time anyway, yeah." I nudged him with my elbow.

Kevin just laughed and opened the ring box slowly, as if for dramatic effect. It was gorgeous--just what I wanted. I knew that whatever ring Brian had picked out for me was going to be nothing compared to mine. Not that this was a competition or anything.

"Sweet Jebus! How much did you pay for that thing?" Kevin gasped.

The ring was basically a ring of diamonds and emeralds. There was a platinum band underneath all the rocks, but you wouldn't know it on first sight. At a glance it looked like they had molded a bunch of diamonds with the emeralds and hollowed it out so you could slide it over your finger.

"Can I have it?" Kevin asked quickly.

"Hell nah you can't have it." I snatched the ring case away from him with a laugh.

"You're mean." Kevin pouted.

"I know." I winked. "Do you think he'll like it?"

I looked back down at the ring as I held the case in my hand. I knew I'd love it.

"Are you joking? He's gonna piss himself." Kevin laughed loudly.

"Good. Well, it won't be good if he pisses himself, but you know what I mean." I sighed and snapped the case shut, then shoved it in my pocket.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Kevin reached into my front jean pocket.

"Excuse me, dear. But what are you doing?" I snorted.

Kevin didn't answer, but pulled out my cigarettes and lighter.

"Oh, then pardon me for jumping to conclusions." I laughed nervously.

"I can go back in for THAT if you want." He gave me an evil grin.

"You're such a horndog." I replied, taking another drag off my cigarette, then flicking it into the butt can.

"Matt, can I ask you something?" Aaron's voice came from my bedroom door.

I had just gotten a shower and cleaned up. My boxer briefs were the only thing I was wearing, since I was about to climb into bed. Brian was still sitting up with Kevin, talking about God knows what.

"What's that?" I didn't bother turning to look at him.

"Well, it's sort of embarassing." He stated as I pulled back the covers on the bed, getting ready to crawl.

"Isn't everything with you teen boys?" I laughed, still facing away from him.

"Yeah, I guess, sometimes." He sighed heavily. "But this is really, really embarassing."

"You better spit it out within five seconds or I'm going to sleep without listening to you." I laughed.

"I was kinda wondering if you'd do me a favor?" Aaron's voice came from a few feet behind me, signaling he had moved closer.

"What kinda favor?" I asked quickly before setting the alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Um, well..." He stalled.

"Aaron, just tell me what it is." I laughed as I turned around to look at him.

He didn't respond. Aaron just looked into my eyes, as if waiting for a signal of some kind. Suddenly, he took a step closer to me, almost making our bodies rub up against each other. I wanted to take a step back, but I couldn't get myself to do it. Only boxers covered Aaron's half naked body. He was biting his bottom lip as he stared at me, almost as if amused by something.

"Wha-what do you want, Aaron?" I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"I was kinda wondering what you wanted." Aaron wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Aaron, I have a busy..." I tried to think of something to say.

"...day tomorrow. I know." He finished my sentence. "You're going to be getting married. You'll never have a chance to be with another man again."

"Um, what's your point?" I asked lowly, another thought to 'back away' entering my mind.

For some reason, when Aaron raised his hand and laid it on my bare chest, I couldn't stop him.

"Maybe you should take the chance now." The corner of his mouth turned up in an evil smile as he let his hand slowly slide down my chest to the waistband of my boxer briefs.

"What do you mean?" I felt my breath coming raggedly from my body.

"I've always wanted to know what it felt like to be with you." Aaron latched two fingers into my waistband and pulled it away from my body.

I couldn't stop him and I couldn't make myself pull away. More or less, it seemed Aaron had complete control over me. My mind was telling me not to do anything with Aaron, but I could already feel my cock start to get hard.

Aaron leaned forward and peered into my underwear. "Do you think'll hurt to have it inside me?" He looked up at me.

"I'm not going to..." I croaked out a response.

"I bet it would at first." He cut me off. "But I bet it'd start feeling good after awhile. Probably real good."

"Aaron, I don't think we should do this." I tried to object as Aaron peered down into my boxer briefs again.

"I bet it would feel real good. What I really want to know is if it tastes good." He sighed while looking down at my cock, then looked up at me. "I bet you give great head, too."

My heart was thumping in my chest as Aaron took control of the situation completely. This boy is only fifteen, I thought to myself, you can't do anything like this with him. But in the back of my mind, I was thinking about how much I'd love to put my cock in him--to have him scream in pain from me fucking him.

"Do you want to see mine?" Aaron backed up slightly, maybe three inches away from me.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah."

I couldn't believe I was saying this. But I really did want to see what his cock looked like.

"I'll let you." Aaron turned shy suddenly as he reached for the fly of his boxers.

My mouth became dry as I waited for him to pull his cock out for me to see. His fingers disappeared into his boxers, which by now were tenting out towards me. Without actually seeing his cock uncovered, I figured it to be around five to six inches, judging from the size of tent he was sporting.

"Will you, um, get it out for me?" His eyelids fluttered as he stared up at me.

"Yeah, okay." I was shaking as I reached for his boxers.

Aaron grunted as I plunged my hand into the fly of his boxers. Immediately my hand connected with the bare flesh of his cock and electricity ran thru my body. I wrapped my hand around his cock and yanked him out of his boxers roughly. As soon as his cock was sticking out of the fly, I pulled my hand away so I could take a good look at it. I had been right, his cock was a little less than six inches long. Still a growing boy, and all.

"What do you think?" Aaron's teeth worked at his lower lip as I gazed down at his cock.

"I don't know." I swallowed again as I stared at his cock, not able to take my eyes off it.

"You wanna suck it?" He asked quickly. "Or do you want me to suck you?"

I gasped loudly as Aaron reached foward and cupped my crotched in his hand quickly.

"I'll let you cum in my mouth." Aaron stated lowly as he began to rub me thru my underwear.

"Oh god." Was all I could manage to say.

"I'll let you bend me over and fuck me."

I began to shake.

"But, you gotta be careful. I've never had anything up my ass before. It's gonna be painful." He sighed as he rubbed me harder.

My whole body began to shake violently. So roughly I was barely able to keep my eyes on Aaron.

"You'll probably need me to suck you off first to get your cock wet before you shove it up my ass." Aaron stated before my body started to shake so hard I had to step back to get my balance....

(December 21st 2:36 a.m.)

"Baby. Wake up, baby." I heard Brian's voice as he shook me. "You're having a bad dream or something, baby."

As soon as I realized I had been dreaming, I sat bolt upright in bed, my breath coming in gasps. My heart was pounding in my chest, and immediately I was aware of how hard my cock was in my sleep bottoms. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to explode if I didn't cum. It felt like every last nerve in my body was connected to my cock and it was begging to be touched, sucked, shoved somewhere.

"Damn, Matt." Brian got to his knees next to me, and grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face him. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Jesus." I sputtered.

"That musta been one fuckin' dream." He laughed and wiped my forehead.

Apparently, I was sweating profusely, too.

"Jeez." Brian wiped his hand on the comforter. "Are you okay?"

"I'm....fine." I let out a final breath, finally starting to get control of myself. "I just had a weird dream."

"No kidding." He smiled and pulled me in to hug him.

"Damn." I shook my head as I wrapped my arms around him with a laugh. "The shit my mind comes up with."

"It's okay, baby. I'm here." Brian cooed into my ear as he held me tightly to his chest. "You'll be okay."

"I know." I was beginning to breathe normal.

"Good boy." Brian chuckled and kissed my neck as he hugged me.

As soon as his lips touched my neck, a shiver went thru my body. I let it take over my body for a split second before I tightened my grip on Brian and pushed him down on the bed.

"What are you..?" Brian was confused.

As soon as I pounced on top of him and pulled down the waistband of his boxers, he smiled widely up at me.

"Oh, feeling fiesty, huh?" Brian chuckled as I grabbed his soft cock.

"Goddamn fucking right I am." I spat as I grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand onto the bulge in my underwear.

Brian felt my cock for only a second.

"Damn, Matt. What kind of dream you have? You feel like your cock has grown." He laughed loudly.

"I need to get off, like now." A growl somewhere deep in my gut roared thru my throat.

"I think I can manage that." Brian's eyes got wide as I hovered over him, his cock in my fist.

Before anything else was said, I grabbed Brian's legs and pulled them out from underneath me. Brian gasped as I grabbed the band of his boxers again and ripped them off him. As soon as his asshole was exposed, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and aimed my cock at his hole.

"Baby, aren't you gonna lube..."

Brian screamed out as I rammed the length of my cock into him. All I could manage to do was growl as I began thrusting roughly into him. Brian clamped his hand over his mouth to keep from waking anyone in the house up as I slammed my cock into his tight asshole over and over. My movements were desperate as his asshole sucked at my pole. I just wanted to blow in him. Before I even got close to cumming, I knew it was going to be a huge wad of cum.

Brian's legs clamped down on my shoulders as he pulled his hand away from his mouth and moaned loudly. Finally, the pleasure overtook the pain as I continued to fuck him as hard as I possibly could. His cock was still only half hard, but my thrusts were making him moan. My growls and grunts only got louder as I tried to tear Brian's asshole open with just my cock.

My balls slapped roughly on Brian's ass as I fucked him with all the power in my body. You could hear the slaps over Brian's moans and my growls. I began putting my whole body behind my thrusts, feeling as if I could only be satisfied if I thrusted as hard as humanly possible into Brian's ass.

"Oh Jesus. Fuck me, Matt." Brian grunted as I slammed into him.

"Take my fucking cock." I growled again and thrust so hard I almost lost my balance and fell completely on top of him.

"Fuck it hurts. But it feels so fuckin' good, too." Brian moaned loudly.

I didn't answer. My balls suddenly drew up towards my body. Brian sensed I was about to shoot and tightened his asshole around my pole. All I could do was growl as my cock began to unload into Brian. Shot after shot of cum exploded from me as I kept thrusting into Brian's tight hole. My thrusts became so uncontrolled, I accidently pulled back too far and my cock popped out of him. My cock began shooting wildly at Brian. Shot after shot from my cock slathered Brian's ass with cream. Even after my cock stopped shooting, it wasn't enough. I needed more release than that.

"Damn, baby." Brian grunted under me when my cock stopped firing off. "How much cum do you have in you?"

That was when I noticed that his cock was finally fully hard. "Fuck me, goddamnit."

Brian's eyes got wide at my demand, and when he didn't act right away, I lowered his legs. Quickly, I pulled my boxer briefs off and straddled Brian's waist. Without thinking twice, I grabbed his thick, long cock and held it against my asshole. Fuck the lube, I thought, as I pushed down on him roughly. His whole cock popped into me in one movement. Brian's hands quickly went to my hips and clutched onto me as I gave a moan of relief.

"What the fuck has gotten into you?" Brian asked, but in an appreciative way. "Why can't you be like this every night?"

"I want your fucking cock so far in me I can taste it." Brian's eyes got wide at my demand as I started bouncing up at down on him roughly.

It took a few seconds for Brian's shock to wear off, but finally he pushed me off of him. At first I thought he was pissed, but then he proved my theory wrong by sliding off the bed and shoving me roughly over it, bending over. He moved up behind me, holding his cock by the base and pushed it against my asshole.

"You want it that hard, huh?" He shoved the head into me, making me gasp. "Well, I'll fuck you so hard you'll be walking funny all week."

"Fuck yeah, shove your huge cock in me so hard I scream." I pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up, and just fuckin' take it." Brian snorted, then rammed the length of his cock into my ass.

I couldn't help but scream out loudly as my ass was stretched to capcity. Brian just pulled out and shoved into me even harder as I screamed. My ass stretched wide as Brian plowed into me over and over again, shoving into me as far as he could. Brian grunted behind me as he thrust harder and harder into me, shoving me into the bed each time he plowed into me.

"Oh fuck yeah. Take all my cock." Brian moaned as he fucked me. "You're so goddamn tight."

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" I demanded.

Brian must've known I was serious. He grabbed my hips tighter, digging his fingers into my flesh, and thrusted faster and harder. His grunts got louder as I started pushing back to meet his thrusts, our flesh making slapping noises each time we connected. My cock started to twitch again, still painfully hard and needing release again. I shoved my hand into my crotch and started squeezing and stroking my cock as Brian slammed me into the bed with his rough thrusts.

It didn't take many strokes before my cock was blowing a second load into the side of the bed. As I came and pushed back against Brian, my asshole tightened around Brian's throbbing cock. His grunts got louder and louder as he struggled to thrust in and out of my tighter asshole as it pulled at him.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, baby." Brian grunted again.

One final, hard thrust and Brian wrapped his arms around me and held himself deep inside me.

"Fuck....oh shit." Brian practically chanted as he held onto me and his cock shot wad after wad inside me.

Brian grunted as I tightened my ass on him even more, milking him for every bit of cum he had. I couldn't help but let a long, gutteral moan escape my mouth as I clenched down on his cock.

"Oh Jesus, baby." Brian shivered violently and held to me tighter as his cock twitched inside me again.

"I don't want you to take it out of me." I groaned beneath Brian.

"Well, baby, I'll leave it in, but it's gonna have to come out sooner or later." He chuckled, still shivering a bit as he held me.

I laughed with Brian, letting him hold me in his arms. It was my turn to shiver when Brian started to nuzzle and kiss my neck.

"I love you so much, baby." Brian whispered in my ear as he kissed me.

"I know."

"If you think that response will do it, you better think again." He snarled and started to bite my neck.

"Ow! Okay! Okay!" I laughed. "I love you, too, baby."

"That's better." Brian sighed, then started to pull away from me.

"Hey, don't..."I started to object.

"Don't worry." Brian cooed as he slowly slid his cock back into me, making me moan lightly.

"Oh yeah, baby." I sighed.

I laid against the bed as Brian grabbed my hips again and slowly started to slide his cock back and forth inside me gently. I just moaned, burying my face in the bed as Brian slowly fucked me from behind. His thrusting was making a wet noise from all the cum he had already deposited inside me. Brian seemed to be taking extra care to make sure he turned his hips just right back and forth and side to side to make his cock connect with every inch of my insides.

"Baby, I'm gonna pull out. I want to continue this in the shower." Brian leaned down and breathed heavy in my ear. "I want to get all cleaned up, then get it in your mouth."

I shivered as Brian told me his plans, and as soon as he had pulled away from me, I pushed off the bed and took off towards our bathroom. As I turned on the shower knobs, Brian snuck up behind me and buried his face in my neck. I moaned and reached up to lace my fingers in his hair as he kissed and nibbled at my neck.

"Come on, baby." I pulled him into the shower with me roughly.

(Part Five) (December 21st 5:42 p.m.)

"Well, I sure don't see how you almost beat Brad Pitt for the Sexiest Man alive on VH1, but you are damn handsome. It must run in the family." Kylie looked me up and down as I came out of my bathroom.

"You're not supposed to find me sexy. I'm your brother. But thanks." I smiled. "Is my tie straight?"

"Yeah. It's the only thing straight about you." She quipped with a wink.

"Har fuckin' har." I rolled my eyes.

Kylie just smiled as I walked over to the armoire and examined myself in the full length mirror next to it. I had to admit, I looked damn sexy. No point in being humble when it's true. I had on an Armani tux that Barbara had picked out for me. All I had had to do was put it on to have it fitted. My shoes were shined to perfection, my tie was straight, and the white rose pinned to my lapel all just seemed to look just right. I had even managed to get my hair to lay flat. I figured this was an event that you didn't want your hair sticking up for, no matter how fashionable.

"Matt, the limos are starting to arrive." Garrett stuck his head in the door, peering into my bedroom.

"Thanks, mate." I winked at him.

"My, don't you look...." He stepped in and closed the door.

"Fabulous?" I wriggled my eyebrows at him.

"Well, I was going to say 'straight', but after that, I've decided it against it." He winked and came over to me.

"Why is everyone so damn funny today???" I rolled my eyes at him this time.

"Oy, sod off." He replied gently, then grabbed my tie. "You look very nice."

I gave him a genuine smile as he straightened my tie. Since he had paid me a compliment, I didn't stop him by insisting it was already straight. Besides, heterosexual men had a thing about ties.

"Thanks." I replied simply.

"Ah, another touching moment between two men." Kylie stuck her tongue out.

"Where's Barb?" I asked Garrett.

"Dealing with the limo situation." Garrett replied as he pulled away.

"Great." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as I turned to look at myself in the mirror again.

Kylie walked up and took a place on the other side of me, across from Garrett. I couldn't believe I was actually going to do something I swore never ever to do. My stomach couldn't have been in more knots if someone actually took a rope after it. It wasn't bad enough I was taking the plunge, but I was also going to have alot of celebrities, friends and family watching on as I did it.

I still didn't know who was actually performing the committment ceremony. Brian apparently had someone in mind to "preside" over the thing, and I didn't question him. However, now that we were in the home stretch, I was beginning to wonder what he might be up to. I was trying not to think about it too much since I was more nervous than a gay man in a country-western bar.

"It seems as though all of Brian's family is here. Nick, A.J., Howie, Kevin, Aaron, Booker, Kylie and you are ready. Bob and his wife have arrived, as well as Clinnon and wife. Harvey Weinstein should be here any minute. Mandy Moore is here with boyfriend. Also, a few members of N Sync have shown up, but I'm not sure which ones."

"How about Rosie, Kelly, Madonna, Guy, Rupert, his beau, Leo, Devon, etcetera?" I asked nervously.

"Not as of yet. However, you still have over an hour before it starts. I can't believe so many people have shown already. So don't worry about guests." He replied, as if he wanted to tell me to worry about something.

"Okay, so why do you look like you're smuggling a large watermelon up your ass?" I took another deep breath.

"Pardon me?" He looked confused--and shocked.

"He just means that you look tense." Kylie answered for me.

"Oh." Garrett gave a nervous chuckle. "No reason. I'm just nervous for you."

"Thank good.." I started.

"Except, well, Brian's trousers don't fit him." Garrett sputtered.

"Excuse me?' It was my turn to look confused and shocked.

"They're not long enough. He's showing sock." Garrett sighed.

"Oh fuck. You can't have Brian wearing high waters to your wedding, Matt!" Kylie screeched.

"Okay, chill." I placed my hands over my ears. "You've gone dog whistle shrill babes."

"Sorry."

"You might want to go sort it out." Garrett shrugged.

"Oh lawdy help me." I drawled and headed for the door.

"Don't kill him." Kylie stated cheerfully as I left the room.

Barbara was barking orders to some workers in the living room as I made my way down the hall. I just gave her a wave and smile when she told me I looked "fabulous". As I walked by the bathroom, the door opened and a guy I didn't know stepped out, almost bumping into me. I started to walk by when he grabbed my arm at the elbow and stopped me.

"Matt! Congratulations!" I turned to look at the guy.

It took a moment for it to register who had grabbed me. He had certainly never met me in person, but we were both very recognizable if you kept up with famous folks business.

"Great house, by the way." JC Chasez grabbed my hand to shake it.

"Oh, right thanks." I laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm on a mission and I didn't recognize you at first."

"Now I'm hurt." He stuck his bottom lip out.

"I know, I'm sorry." I shook his hand. "I'm just a little slow in the intelligence department right now."

"It's a'ight. Well, congratulations again." He smiled.

"Thanks. I'm sure I'll be seeing you later on." I replied, then succesfully pulled away without offending him.

"Sure thing." He stated as I smiled and made my way down to the guest room Kevin was staying in.

Kevin, Aaron, Howie, Nick and A.J. were all in the room with Brian, helping him get ready when I stepped in to see what was going on with the pants. Kevin was kneeling, messing with the cuffs of Brian's pants. They all looked up at me at the same time. Brian's mouth fell open, and Kevin clearly "gulped".

"What's wrong with you guys?" I cocked my head to the side as I closed the door behind me.

Everyone kept staring at me. Even Aaron looked a bit taken a back.

"Do I really put off an evil vibe? I thought my fourth grade porochial school teacher was just an evil whore of a nun." I teased.

"No." Brian spat out. "You just look..."

"Hot." Nick nodded.

"I was thinking more along the lines of the handsomest guy ever." Brian pushed Nick on the shoulder. "I don't think I've ever seen you all decked out before, baby."

"Damn." Kevin stated simply, then shook his head before turning his attention back to Brian's pants.

"I almost couldn't tell it was you." A.J. agreed.

"Thank you all, very much." I smiled genuinely. "However, what the fuck is going on with the pants?"

"Nope, it's him. A.J. nodded.

"Baby!" Brian whined desperately. "The tailor, like, made the bottom of my pants an inch too short! Why? Why did they do this to me?"

Everyone laughed at Brian's dramatics.

"How much slack did they sew into the cuff?" I asked Kevin.

"Looks like just about an inch." He looked up at me.

"Take the hem out and unfold the slack. Then iron the fuck out of the bottom of the pants so no lines will show." I instructed Kevin. "That'll make them long enough, baby. However, you won't have a hem at the bottom, so you probably won't want to wear them but this once."

I winked at Brian and opened the door again.

"Don't leave, baby!" Brian screeched.

"Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" I teased as I started to leave.

"You're definitely not looking feminine today, Matt." Howie stated.

"Thanks, D. However, I was referring to Brian." I made them all laugh as I finally left and closed the door behind me.

It was time to just go back to my room and relax--meditate if you will--before the big moment. However, Barbara must have had other plans.

"Goddamnit! You broke the...Matt! I'm freaking out in here!" She screamed from the direction of the kitchen.

I exhaled heavily and took off in the direction the shrieks were coming from.

"Matt! Thank God you're here!" Barbara squealed as soon as I came into view.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"These wine glasses are broken!" She groaned and held up a glass with the stem missing.

"All of them?"

"Three."

"Three wine glasses out of all of them? Barb, that's not a problem." I rolled my eyes. "Just pop a Zanax and chill out for a bit."

"Right, right." She stated quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm just nervous I guess."

"I know, I am, too." I reassured her.

"Oh Jesus!" She slapped herself in the forward and dashed towards the front of the house.

"What now?" I hollered after her.

"The limos! Fuck fuck fuck." She chanted as she ran away.

I just sighed to myself and quickly made my way back to my room, as to avoid anyone else from asking me anything. Kylie and Garrett were both still waiting in my room for me. Kylie was in the middle of calling Garrett a "limey fuck-rag" when I walked into the middle of their conversation.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her.

"He insulted me!" Kylie looked somewhat amused.

"I didn't!" Garrett put his hands up.

"What did you say to her?" I asked him.

"He said you and I look so much alike it's scary!" Kylie began laughing.

"Har fuckin' har Kylie." I rolled my eyes. "Garrett, don't compare Kylie to me. She hates that."

"Point taken." He sighed. "I'm off to assist Barbara. Is there anything else either of you, um, lovely people need?"

"No thanks, babes." I winked at him.

"Good." He rolled his eyes and got out of the room as quick as possible.

"Kylie, N Sync is here." I stated, basically to make her leave the room.

"Um, you'll be alright by yourself, right?" She asked.

However, before I could answer, Kylie dashed out the door, on her way to track down N Sync. I gave a sigh of relief as I sat down in the chair at the end of the bed, and just let my muscles loose. Walking down "the aisle" wasn't going to be fun at all if it looked like someone had bathed me in starch.

(6:52 p.m.)

"Come in." I stated loudly as the knocking at the door began.

I went back to looking in the mirror and fixing my hair for the ten millionenth time as Brian walked in.

"Why'dja knock baby?" I smiled at him via the mirror.

"Seemed like the thing to do since you were in here getting ready." He sauntered up behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle.

"Ah ha." I replied. "Did you know that my eyelashes are way too thin without mascara?"

"No offense, Matt, but you're a total fag." He laughed as he held me. "But I mean that in a good way."

"Thanks, babe. Did you also know that I have to use curling mousse on my hair to get it to lay down? Makes absolutely no sense, does it?" I sighed as I set my hairbrush down.

Brian just listened to me as I spouted off beauty tips and things that irked me off. He propped his chin on my shoulder and smiled at me thru the mirror as I talked ninety to nothing. His smile just got wider and wider as I talked to him about anything and everything to do with my physical traits and how to make them better.

"Baby, stop being so nervous." Brian finally interrupted me when I began to talk about seeing a pimple on my back in the mirror.

"But isn't that disgusting? On my BACK, baby!" I kept going.

"Well.."

"Next thing I know, they'll be popping up on my ass. Then God knows where else!" I shook my head.

"Baby, just shut up." Brian laughed loudly. "I don't want to hear about the pimple you saw on your back. And for your information, ALOT of people get them on their back. Besides, I've never seen a pimple one on your face, so be glad you get them where no one can see them. Unless it's me ofcourse."

"Okay, okay. I'll stop blabbering." I conceded.

"We have to go out there and get married in like," He looked at his watch,"three minutes. You ready for this?"

"Ofcourse I'm ready for this!" I answered a little too quick. "Why wouldn't I be??"

"That's not a chilled out response, Matt." Brian laughed again.

"I know, I'm sorry." I took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Has everyone shown up?"

"Yes. Well, except ofcourse your mother and step-father." Brian looked down.

"Oh. Well, who expected them to show? They didn't R.S.V.P, afterall." I shrugged. "Who'd want them here anyway? I'm glad they didn't respond."

Brian just gave me a long look as I rambled about the evil's of homophobic parents for a few short minutes. He began smiling more as my mouth moved so fast it was probably smoking.

"Okay. Baby. We're now late for our own wedding." Brian put a hand over my mouth. "We have to get going."

"I think I'm gonna barf." I swallowed hard.

Brian gave a sharp laugh. "This from the guy that just posed for Cosmo with a Santa Clause hat over his cock the other day? Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm just nervous. I've never been married to anyone before."

"Well I'd hope not."

"And all our friends and family are out there." I waved towards the bedroom door.

"You'll be cool." Brian gave me a soft peck on the lips. "You're an actor, so act. You're playing the part of the most handsome, most sweetest, best kissing, best in bed type hot gay man that everyone wants. And you're marrying me. Action!"

"Oh shush." I laughed with Brian. "Let's just do this."

"Come this way, sir." Brian wrapped his arm around mine and led me out of the room.

I can't say that I remember the walk from our room, thru the house, and to the backyard. There was no one in sight. Everyone was waiting in the tent to watch us get married. I remember at one point, about a hundred feet from the tent, my legs locked up. Brian had to talk to me for a bit to get me moving again. It wasn't that I didn't want to get married, I was just more nervous than I ever remember being in my whole life.

After Brian convinced me to start moving again, he had to keep talking to keep me walking. He whispered in my ear up until we got to the makeshift altar in the center of the tent. My throat clenched as I became aware of all the people watching us. Brian's mother was dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. Brian's father and brother were looking on in admiration. I wanted to vomit. I knew I had probably turned green.

Booker was watching us, seemingly fascinated with what was going on around him. The rest of the boys were all watching us, smiling on in admiration. Clinnon, Bob and Harvey were at a table with their wives in two, watching us with smiles on their faces as wel. I wasn't aware of anything the guy Brian got to "marry" us was saying.. All I could do was swallow over and over to keep from blowing chunks, and try not to look too nervous.

Halfway thru the ceremony, I decided that just concentrating on Brian's face would make me more relaxed and less aware of the whole thing. Brian was beaming, smiling lovingly at me. I wanted to return the smile, but I had to clench my teeth and lips to keep from painting him in puke. Somehow, I think he knew I wanted to smile back. He wasn't taking my green complexion personally.

"Now you may exchange the rings..." I was only mildly aware that we were being queued to do something.

When I didn't do anything, Brian whispered "baby" to me, getting my attention. I snapped out of my queasy-induced trance, and nervously pulled the ring box out of my pocket. Brian had been digging the ring he had gotten me out of his pocket, so he didn't realize I was doing the same. When he looked back up at me, and saw that I had a ring box, too, he looked shocked beyond belief. He stared right into my eyes. I managed to swallow hard and give a crooked smile.

The guy marrying us said something else, that I didn't quite catch, and Brian waited for me to do something. Apparently, he expected me to give him my ring first. When I didn't make a move--mainly because I was petrified--he opened his ring box and pulled the ring out. The thing was amazing. It was exactly like the one I had bought him. Except the one he got me was diamonds and rubies.

Suddenly my sick feelings were gone. I gave a small laugh as Brian took the ring out of the box and slipped it on my ring finger. He looked like I had hurt his feelings. However, in my new found bravery, I opened my ring box quickly and showed him his ring. Brian couldn't help but give a laugh, too, when he saw that we had picked out the exact same rings for each other, just with different stones.

Brian held his hand up for me as I took the ring out and slipped it on his ring finger. It must have been meant to be, because both of our rings fit like a glove. They weren't too tight or too loose. They were just right. After I got Brian's ring slipped on hiim, I looked up and looked him right in the eyes. Big mistake. His eyes were watery--he was obviously choking back tears.

"Don't do it, baby." I whispered, my mouth barely moving.

Brian couldn't answer, he just tried to stare the tears down. However, the more he tried not to cry, the more his eyes watered.

"Baby, don't cry." I whispered again. "If you cry, I'm gonna cry."

A smile flashed across his face, then slowly, as if in slow motion, a single tear slid down his cheek. That did it. Suddenly, tears were flowing down my cheeks, too. I tilted my head backwards slightly with a smile, trying to will the tears to stay in my eyes, but it didn't work. The tears flowed freely. When I looked over at Brian's mother, she was full out crying. I could even hear her soft sobbing noises that came from deep in her throat.

I was so preoccupied with Brian's tears, and my tears, and his mother's tears, that I almost didn't hear the man tell Brian and I we could kiss. However, I caught on when Brian took my face in his hands and laid one on me. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kiss. It seemed to go on forever as everyone around us clapped and cheered for us. Brian pulled away from me, and grabbed either side of my face in his hands, wiping the tears out from under my eyes with his thumbs.

"You're all mine." Brian stated, then gave a "Dr. Evil" laugh low enough that only I could hear it.

I gave a wet laugh, then pulled him in for another kiss.

(December 21st 8:43 p.m.)

Brian had his arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me close to him, the tip of his nose rubbing against mine. We were in the middle of the dance floor that Marisol's people had constructed for us. Everyone in the wedding party was watching us dance to 'You've Got A Way' by Shania Twain. I couldn't help but laugh loudly as Brian sang along to the song, changing the words to 'You've got a way with me--you've got me hard when you're near me'. I laced my arms around his shoulders for support as I turned my face towards the ceiling and gave a genuine laugh.

Everyone around us seemed to be smiling so wide that it looked like they all had coat hangers in their mouths. Even from where we were, I could tell Jackie was misty eyed at the display. Harold, Sr. looked like he was slightly touched by the whole scenario as well. Hell, even I wanted to cry tears of joy when I realized Brian had finally gotten me to get hitched to him. Now we were dancing after dark in a sheer tent lit up with twinkly little lights and pillar candles. How much more sappy could it get?

"You've fallen into my trap, baby. There's no getting away now." Brian rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. "Bwa-ha-ha!"

I gave another loud laugh as he spun, making me turn with him on the dance floor.

"Never ever ever. You're all mine now." He continued.

"Don't forget you can't get away from me, either." I retorted, then kissed the tip of his nose as we danced.

"Awwwwww, that's just the way I like it, though, baby." Brian winked.

"Is this like the extended version of this song, or what?" I asked lowly. "They've had us out on this dance floor alone for well over ten minutes."

"I do think they've played this song more than once." Brian nodded. "Why? Don't you like dancing with me????"

I laughed again as Brian cooed into my ear.

"I love it, baby. I wish they'd play it thirty more times." I was actually being honest.

"Now you're just kissing ass." Brian rolled his eyes, but gave me a soft kiss.

"Nuh uh!" God I was clever. "I was being honest, baby."

"I know you were." He gave a quick nod with a smile. "'Cause I feel the same way."

"You're not gonna be so glad you got hitched to me when we get older and get all wrinkly and everything." I stated lowly, teasingly.

"You're not gonna be so glad when I get all fat and nasty." Brian agreed with me.

"It's too late for that!" I pinched his side, then began braying loudly.

"Oh, you little..." Brian couldn't help but laugh as he dipped me suddenly, making me think he was gonna let me hit the floor.

"Ahhh! Don't!!" I laughed loudly and slapped at his shoulder.

"You're lucky I didn't let you bust your head." Brian winked as he pulled me back up to face him.

"You'd never do that to me. 'Cause you love me sooooooooo much." I cooed, running a hand thru his hair as we danced more.

"Yeah. I guess that's about right." Brian sighed, getting serious. "I'm gonna make you soooooo damn happy you got married to me. Starting with the honeymoon. It's gonna be something you'll never ever forget."

"Oh yeah?"

"Definitely. I'm gonna show you the time of your life, sexy man. Anything you want, it's all yours. Anything you need, it's all yours. Your wish is my command." Brian made a big elaborate speech, then nodded to me.

I smiled widely as I realized that Brian actually meant it. He wasn't being funny, he really just wanted to make me happy. Right then, I was the happiest I had ever been. I knew what I needed and wanted that he could give me.

"Well, you're in luck, sir. I already know what I need. More importantly, I really want it." I kissed him gently on the lips, letting the kiss prolong for a second.

"What's that, baby?" Brian asked as he pulled away from the kiss slowly, a huge smile on his face.

I took my time answering, planting a kiss softly on his forehead and lips again.

"I really want and need--just you." I stated, then moved in for another kiss.

"Okay. But only if you're sure." Brian smiled softly, and returned my kiss.

"More sure than I've ever been." I pulled him to me and hugged him as deeply as I could as the song finally ended.

Everyone began clapping as the song ended and we hugged each other in the middle of the dance floor. At first, I didn't notice all the people's eyes on us as we kissed and hugged in front of them. However, Brian brought my attention to it.

"Well, we better stop before this turns into a porno." He made me laugh as he pulled away from me.

"Oh be quiet." I giggled as he grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers thru mine.

As Brian and I exited the dance floor, we were greeted with handshakes and hugs from everyone. I had planned for the two of us to go back to our table and sit and coo precious little things to each other, but it was apparent our guests were not down for that.

Harvey took up alot of my time talking about all the songs I had recorded for the musical. Throughout late November and early December, I had spent quite a few days in his studios recording tracks, and re-recording tracks. I think he was just glad we had it all done before Christmas came.

Clinnon took up more of my time telling me how he'd "never been to a gay wedding before". And went on to tell me he thought the whole thing was "fucking brilliant". That was before he disappeared to go off to the bar again. He had smelled like he'd had a few drinks already. Brian was surrounded by all the guys and also N Sync. It looked like they were all laughing and having a good time, so my worries were relieved quickly. J.C. was eyeing me as Kevin talked to them all about something or another.

"Daddy!" I snapped out of my daze when I felt Booker tug on my jacket sleeve.

"Booker!" I teased him and knelt down to look him in the eye.

"I'm thirsty!" He reached to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, signaling I should pick him up.

"Whatcha thirsty for?" I asked him as I scooped him up and stood.

"Coke." Booker chirped in my ear.

"Yeah, right. Think again, buddy. You'll be up all night if I give you that." I laughed.

"Pleeeeeeease, daddy?" He pleaded with a grin that let me know he knew I'd cave into his wish.

"Yeah, okay." I sighed with a smile. "But just because tonight's special.

"'Kay, Daddy." Booker nodded.

I couldn't help but give a chuckle as I carried Booker over to the bar. The bartenders practically climbed over each other to ask what I needed. After I was served up a coke for Booker and a Cosmopolitan for me, I was heading back to mingling with Booker still hooked to my side, cradled in my right arm.

"Daddy? There's lots of people here." Booker shook his head comically.

I gave a short chuckle. "Yeah, I noticed that."

"And I'm soooo tired." He rolled his eyes, making me laugh loudly.

"You need to stop hanging around your Uncle Nick and Uncle A.J." I replied.

"You want me to take him for you?" Jackie popped up on my right side out of nowhere.

"Oh good Lord." I exclaimed thru a laugh, being somewhat startled.

"Sorry." She laughed with me. "Want to come with Nanny, Booker?"

Booker sort of chewed his bottom lip as he glanced at Jackie, then me, then back at Jackie.

"You can go with your Nanny if you want, buddy." I let him know.

"Okay." He'd made up his mind and reached out for her.

"That's grandma's boy." Jackie cooed to him.

"No more cokes for grandma's boy, please." I stated with a smile.

"Ofcourse not, sweetie." Jackie replied.

"Thanks."

"You look very handsome, by the way." She pinched my cheek quickly before taking off with Booker in tow.

I was thinking about slinking off on my own to finish my drink, but thought better of it when I realized that would be rude to my guests. It was a good thing I stuck around. Aaron came running up to me, looking utterly panic-stricken.

"Matt, they won't serve me at the bar!" Aaron whined as he rushed over to me.

"Why don't you try ordering a coke instead of a beer?" I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed him away.

"Come on! It's your wedding! Can't I have just one?" He begged.

"Get lost, twinkie." Madonna shoved Aaron away with one hand and stepped into his place.

"Madonner!" I exclaimed, happy she had gotten Aaron to slink off.

"This is true, it is me." She laughed. "This is great, Matt. There are actually some REAL people to talk to here."

"Well, if it had been up to me, it would have been just our very closest friends in the business. Yourself included, so don't get offended. However, Barbara was adamant that I invite every damn celebrity I knew." I shrugged and took a sip of my drink.

"It's great nonetheless." She nodded. "What are you drinking?"

"Cosmo." I replied.

"Oooh, tasty. Come with me to get one." She grabbed my arm at the elbow and pulled me towards the bar.

I followed her obediently to the bar. Just as Madonna was ordering, Rupert showed up next to me.

"I saw you two witches at the bar and knew there was some evil brewing." He winked at me, making me laugh.

"Sod off, Rupert." Madonna mocked him. "Not keepin tabs on your date tonight?"

"He's in the middle of a discussion with Harvey Weinstein, thank you very much." He bowed his head to her. "However, I had to congratulate the groom."

"Oh then, you're excused. What did you want love?" Madonna winked at him.

"Whatever you're drinking is fine." He replied. "Beautiful party, Matt. It's really gorgeous."

"Thank you, Rupert dear." I tried to mock them both, but ended up laughing.

"Good try." Rupert chuckled and squeezed my right shoulder.

"Oh well, maybe next time." I shrugged and finished the last of my Cosmo.

"Oy, waiter! We need three!" Rupert snatched the empty glass out of my hand and held it up.

The waiter looked over and nodded, then set about making three more Cosmos.

"Very sophisticated, Rupert. Why didn't you just call him a barkeep?" Madonna rolled her eyes.

"Don't get onto Rupert, Madonna." I laid a hand on the side of Rupert's face. "You can't teach an old fag new tricks."

Madonna and I erupted into laughter as Rupert glared at us. We both tried to not make it worse by laughing harder than necessary, but everytime we looked at Rupert's face and the glare he was giving us, we laughed harder. Finally, we were able to calm down when the bartender brought four Cosmo's over to the bar.

"Oh lord, help me." I sighed and took a sip off mine.

"Well, I'll go back to my date now. You two queens have a wonderful evening." Rupert snorted with a roll of his eyes, then turned around with his drinks and began to walk away.

Madonna and I just laughed.

"Bitches." He turned his head long enough to hiss at us, then took off.

"I should go back to Guy." Madonna sighed. "I'll see you before this is over, right?"

"Ofcourse." I replied. "I'll be around."

"See you later, then, love." Madonna kissed my cheek quickly and took off.

I finished that drink quickly, chugging the last bit, then ordered a vodka tonic with a lime twist before heading back to mingle with everyone. While I was waiting for the vodka, Brian caught my eye. He winked at me, then motioned for me to join him with the movement of his head. I held up a finger, letting him know it'd be a second. He gave me another smile before I turned around to wait for my drink.

As soon as I had the drink in my possession, I made my way over to the guys. They were still in a group by themselves with the guys from N Sync. I didn't really want to go over to mingle with them. The whole Justin Timberlake thing was still fresh on my mind, and I was afraid I might cuss. I was inclined to that sort of thing. However, I made my way over to Brian's group of folks, shaking hands and accepting hugs here and there as I walked thru the crowd.

"Hey there, baby." Brian winked at me as I approached him.

I answered him with a soft, but quick kiss to his lips. Then I wrapped an arm around his waist and laid my head against his shoulder.

"Whatcha drinkin'?" Brian asked.

"Sprite."

"Ah. Well I'm drinking coke." He replied and showed me his glass. "And THAT'S not a lie."

"Oh shush." I kissed his cheek.

"Do you know everyone, Matt?" Kevin asked politely and motioned at the N Sync'ers.

"Not personally, but I think I recognize the faces." I teased.

Everyone gave a small laugh at my joke as Brian nuzzled my neck and gave it a quick kiss.

"I was going to come over and say 'congratulations' and all again, but you were with Madonna and Rupert. Brian said not to bother you." J.C. spoke up.

I gave a confused look at Brian.

"Baby, you know damn well no one understands you three when you're together. You all live in your own little world when you're in your pack. So I didn't see the point of sending J.C. into that." He laughed.

"Oh bite me." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Maybe later." He reached behind me and grabbed my butt.

"Oh, that was sauve, baby." I teased and kissed his cheek.

(Part Six) (December 24th 9:46 a.m.)

"Oh, wow, baby." My eyes were wide as we entered at hotel room in London.

"Pretty damn cool, ain't it?" He laughed at my expression.

"Damn cool, daddy!" Booker spoke.

I was carrying him again, cradling him in my right arm as I stood with my mouth open, staring at the room.

"Don't repeat that, Booker." I scolded him lightly.

"Alright." he sighed.

"Isn't this the best room ever, Booger?" I squeezed him to me as I entered the living area of the room.

"Yeah, Daddy." He agreed, then climbed down out of my arm to have a look around for himself.

Brian tipped the bell boy and waited for him to leave so he could close and lock the door.

"I told you that you were going to have the best of everything while we were honeymooning." Brian came up behind me as I looked out of the window into the city and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You haven't lied yet, baby." I laughed gently and turned my head to kiss him.

"The best room for the best, um, what exactly are we gonna refer to each other as now?" Brian cocked his head to the side.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I plan to refer to you as my Suga Daddy." I shrugged. "It has a certain ring to it, don't you think?"

"Suga Daddy, huh?" Brian laughed. "After this ring you bought me, I'm thinking I should call YOU that."

I laughed as Brian held his hand up so I could see the emerald and diamond ring I had bought him on his finger.

"I don't know, baby. What do you want to call each other. Besides something tacky, that is." I asked as I picked up a few bags and walked towards our bedroom.

Booker was already in our room, looking out of the windows at the city view. I had to admit, it was breathtaking. Two walls out of the room were almost drowned out in windows. Anything you wanted to see, you could see from our room. Brian was definitely going to get a little booty before the night was out.

"How about we just keep referring to each other as 'boyfriend'?" Brian asked. "People understand that term."

"I hate that term. Boyfriend sounds like we're two sixteen year olds that get together at our parents' house to watch Buffy The Vampire Slayer, then secretly make out on the couch when it's over."

Brian brayed loudly at my analogy.

"What about 'significant other', then?"

"That sounds too..." I stopped when I noticed Booker was standing at the window, close enough to hear.

"Too what?" Brian asked.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Queer."

"Well, we are." He laughed.

"Think of something else." I waved him off.

"How about 'husband'?" He suggested.

"Works for me." I winked. "Actually, I don't really care what you refer to me as, I'm just messin' with you."

"Made me think for nuthin'." He laughed and went into the living room to grab the other bags, then our backpacks.

"Booker?" I tried to get his attention.

He didn't respond.

"Booker?! Boy, wake up!" I teased him.

"Sorry." He turned around sheepishly to look at me.

"You want to sleep in this room, or with Nanny and Pawpaw? Or Aunt Kylie? Or Uncle Kevin? or Uncle Howie? Or even Uncle Harold?" I kept thinking of more and more people that he could stay with if he wanted to.

"I want to stay with Uncle A.J." He smiled wide.

Brian snorted. "Right, Booker. Try to convince your daddy to let you do that."

"No, you can't stay with them." I replied, opening a suitcase.

"'kay." Booker didn't seem devastated. "Nanny and Pawpaw."

"Good choice." I reached over to ruffle his hair then began taking clothes out of the bag.

"Daddy?" Booker turned towards me. "How's Santa gonna know where to deliver my presents, too? What if he comes here, then gives up when I'm not here?" Booker looked worried.

"Booker, Santa's the coolest old guy in the world. He knows everything. He'll know to leave your gifts here and that you're just spending the night with Nanny and Pawpaw. Santa never fails." I acted like Booker was crazy for thinking otherwise.

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely. He definitely won't let you down, Booger. He's the coolest guy in the world." I explained. "Well, there is one person cooler than him."

"Who?" Booker looked amazed someone was cooler than Santa.

"Me, silly." I tweaked his nose.

Booker laughed as I gave him wink.

"Baby," I hollered to Brian,"call your parents and see if they've gotten settled and can watch Booker. We need to go out and do the C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S-S-H-o-P-P-I-N-G."

I spelled it out so Booker wouldn't go crazy.

"Alright, baby."

(December 24th 10:17 a.m.)

"Baby, what do your Mom and Dad want for Christmas?" I asked as I pulled on a wool cap.

"I'm not real sure if there's anything in particular they want. But we'll find something totally awesome. Don't worry about that." Brian assured me, then opened the lobby door to the hotel for me.

We exited the hotel, followed by Kevin, Howie, A.J. & Nick, Kylie and Harold, Jr. Aaron brought up the rear. We were all on a mission to buy the best Christmas gifts ever--gifts to match the best Christmas ever. I didn't know about Brian, but I planned to succeed. I also planned to shop until my feet and my wallet were throbbing.

Harold, Sr. and Jackie had agreed to watch Booker while we all went out to do the shopping. They had apparently given Harold, Jr. their money and shopping list so he could do their's. I had just been relieved to find that the hotel had our room decorated for Christmas, with a tree included. I didn't know where we were gonna find a tree on Christmas Eve. And Booker wouldn't understand if we didn't have one. Apparently, Brian had explained this when he booked the hotel, and made them promise to decorate our room. They agree--and explained it would be no extra charge.

"What're we getting Booker?" Brian asked, grabbing my hand as I pulled the list out of my hip pocket.

"Well, he's getting a few new clothes. Whether he likes it or not. Plus he wants anything Sponge Bob or Harry Potter." I read my notes off the list. "He really, really wants Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for Playstation 2."

"Then, that he shall have." Brian replied.

"What do you want, baby?" I cooed as I tightened my grip on his hand and playfully nuzzled his neck.

"Baby, you know I don't need anything. All I need is what I've got right here." He pulled me close to him.

"Aw, how sweet." I knew he was lying, but I let him have his moment. "But, incase, give me some ideas of what to buy you."

"Here's my list." He pulled a pre-written Christmas Wish List out of his pocket and handed it to me.

I brayed loudly.

"Oh shush." He laughed with me.

"Where're ya'll gonna go first?" Aaron dashed up to the front of the crowd and asked us.

"I don't know..." Brian sighed. "Do we want to get Booker's first or last?"

"Probably first. We have to make sure we get it. Otherwise he'll put us and Santa on his shit list for the next year."

"Any toy store that looks good then, Aaron." Brian answered Aaron's question.

"Can I come with you guys?" He asked quickly.

"We don't care." I replied.

"Nick! I'm going with Matt and Brian to do my shopping." Aaron shouted.

Nick and A.J. had lagged behind. They were busy trying to follow us, but make out at the same time. Nick barely hinted that he had heard Aaron scream out at him. He just raised a hand and gave a "thumbs up" as he sucked face with A.J. in the middle of the sidewalk. Anybody that came along could've snapped a picture of it.

"Stop swappin' spit for God's sake." Howie punched Nick in the arm.

"Ow! Damnit, don't hit me!" Nick cursed at him.

"It's beginning to look alot like Christmas.." Kevin began.

"...everywhere you go." Brian and I joined in with a laugh.

Just as we finished the line of the song, slowly, snow started floating down from the sky. From our lips to God's ears. As if we were all shocked, everyone stopped in their tracks and watched as snow begain to fall heavily around us. There was not much wind to speak of, so it mainly just fell straight down. Flurries of snow falling around us, the city traffic, the quaint buildings, Christmas less than a day away, it was definitely starting out as a wonderful honeymoon.

"You'll never see this in Hollywood, huh, baby?" Brian whispered in my ear, then kissed my neck.

"Maybe on celluloid." I laughed, then moved into him and wrapped my arm around his waist.

Brian put his arms around my shoulders and held me to him. I couldn't help but giggle a bit when he took my hands in his, then slowly began to spin. All the guys laughed at us as Brian and I spun in the middle of the street, holding hands. Little by little, we started spinning faster and faster. The faster we went, the more I laughed, and the more I laughed, the faster Brian went.

Finally, I guess he was getting dizzy, 'cause he stopped spinning and pulled me into him again. Without worrying that anyone might see it, Brian pulled me into him and pushed his lips into mine. I reached up and took his head in my hands and kissed him while we both swayed a bit from dizziness. As we broke apart, I reached into Brian's jacket pocket and pulled out his hat.

"You better wear this, mister." I gave him a wink as I put his hat on his head, then tightened his scarf.

"I feel a bit warm without them." He gave a low laugh as I fixed him all up.

"I know what you mean." I moved forward and kissed the tip of his nose quickly.

"Let's go do our shopping, baby." Brian grabbed my hand and pulled me forward.

"Bye everyone!" I laughed as I waved 'goodbye' to everyone. "Com'n, Aaron!"

Aaron chased after us as Brian and I walked down the street, holding hands, not a care in the world. All that mattered was us, and having the best Christmas-slash-honeymoon ever.

(December 24th 8:25 p.m.)

"Yes, Booker. If Santa doesn't show up, we'll call you." Brian laughed into the phone. "Nite nite, buddy. Tell Nanny and Pawpaw goodnight for us. Bye."

Booker had called numerous times from Jackie and Harold Sr.'s room since we had gotten back from the shopping trip. He was bound and determined to make sure Jolly Ole St. Nick showed up as scheduled. Hopefully, with Brian's reassurance, Booker wouldn't call us every chance he got. Maybe now he'd go to sleep and let Brian and I enjoy our dinner we planned to have together.

"He's still worried, huh?" I asked as Brian walked back over to the table and set down across from me.

"Yeah. He's been watching out the window and he hasn't seen Santa and the reindeer arrive yet."

Brian and I managed to get thru with our shopping in six hours. We also managed to get every single thing we planned on. Aaron even managed to get some good shopping in--even with us throwing stuff at him to hold for us as we "power-shopped".

Once we had gotten back to our hotel around half-past-four, We had the arduous task of wrapping all our gifts. However, with the two of us working together, we did it in record time. All of our gifts were wrapped and placed under the tree. It looked like Santa had gone mad-crazy underneath our tree. I didn't count the gifts, but it still frightened me at how much room was taken up by all the gifts. It also made me very happy that we could buy that many gifts for everyone we loved.

After all the packages were placed under the tree with care, Brian and I took a long hot bath together. We lit candles around the tub, poured in bubble bath, turned out the lights and climbed in. We bathed together, drank champagne, and cuddled in the tub while we watched snow fall outside thru the huge picture window.

We decided we'd better eat as soon as possible so we could get to bed, too. However, I wasn't wanting to go to bed so Santa would show up. However, I was wanting Brian to deliver a package for me. As soon as I told Brian that, he had called room service and told them to rush an order up to our room. Both of us changed into our PJ's and waited for the food to arrive.

"This looks good enough to eat, baby." I stated as I looked down at our plates of glazed duck, some fancy looking potatos, and mixed grilled veggies.

"Doesn't it though?"

"I've never had duck. I don't think I have anyway." I stated as I picked up my fork and poked at it.

"Well, they only had a choice of, like, Turkey or Duck tonight. And I know we both had our fill of Turkey on Thanksgiving." He explained as he began to load up his fork.

"I'll usually try anything once, so no worries." I replied, then pulled the Chardonnay out of the bucket it was chilling in.

"You're gonna let me have some, too, huh?" Brian asked as I poured some for both of us.

"Fuck, it's Christmas Eve. You can have some wine, baby. You've been good. You deserve to cheat a bit." I let my bare foot move over to Brian's leg to rub against him a bit.

Brian just smiled at me as my foot ran up and down his calf and I shoved a forkful of the duck into my mouth.

"How's it taste?"

"Actually, it's pretty good." I replied, then loaded up a second forkful and shoved it in my mouth, too. "Damn good, baby."

Brian followed my example and tried the duck, making sounds that were indicative of his appreciation for the food.

"You're right." He smiled.

"As I always am, baby." I winked at him and scooped up some veggies.

Brian didn't answer, or make a retort back. As I pushed the next forkful of food into my mouth, he reached down and pulled my foot from his calf up to his lap. He rubbed my foot softy as I ate my dinner, enjoying every last bit of it.

"Aren'tcha gonna finish yours, baby?" I asked when I got halfway done with my food.

"Eh, I'm kinda full." He gave a sly wink and massaged my foot slowly, waiting for me to finish mine.

"It's reeeeeeally good." I sung lightly and shoved more food into my mouth.

"You're so sexy when you eat." Brian sighed as he massaged my foot and watched me.

"How am I sexy when I eat?" I couldn't help but give an amused chuckle as I put my fork down and looked Brian in the eyes.

He shrugged. "I think anything you do with your mouth is appealing."

"Oh, so it all boils down to your fascination with my mouth." I taunted him.

"Definitely, baby." He winked.

"Well, why don't I show you all the OTHER things I can do with my mouth?"

"Woo hoo!" Brian squealed, then darted away from the table towards the bedroom.

I laughed loudly, then chased after him. However, as soon as I got into the bedroom, I realized Brian had run into the bathroom. He wasn't waiting on the bed like I expected. It was definitely, not the best idea he had come up with. Immediately, I went over to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Um, baby? Whatcha doin'?" I asked thru the door.

"Just get undressed and wait on the bed for me, baby." Brian's reply came back to me thru the door.

"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes.

I muttered to myself about Brian being a nutjob as I pulled my sweater off over my head and chunked it in one of the lounge chairs. I stripped off the white tee underneath, shoes, socks, then my belt and jeans. Once I was stripped down to my boxer briefs, I climbed onto the top of the bed and laid back, propping myself up on my elbows. I waited patiently, like a good boy, for Brian to come out of the bathroom.

When he finally did appear in the bathroom doorway, I began laughing loudly, having to hold my stomach as I rolled around on the bed. Brian was standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorjam with one arm. He had on a Santa Claus hat, red boxer briefs, and a bundle of mistletoe hung over his crotch with a greenish string. He wasn't good at subtlety.

"Oh good lord." I brayed, but finally sat up straight to look at Brian again.

"Ho Ho Ho! Santa's got a package to deliver to ya', baby." Brian grinned evily and slowly began to saunter over to me.

"Baby, this has got to be your sickest fantasy, yet." I laughed as he crawled up onto the bed and straddled my waist, looking down at me.

"Isn't it fabulous?" He winked as he sat down on my crotch.

"Absolutely." I grinned at him, then leaned down and kissed his chest lightly.

"You know, this is going to be the first time we make love since we got married. I just wanted to make sure it was memorable." Brian sighed as I nuzzled his chest.

"Oh, I think you've achieved that already. Santa." I laughed.

"Good. Now you be one of Santa's naughty little elves that he has to discipline for not working hard enough in the toy shop!" Brian bounced on my lap.

I gave another loud laugh as I began to kiss Brian's neck.

(Part Seven) (December 25th 5:17 a.m.)

"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!" I heard Booker's voice ringing out happily.

"Uh...must....sleep....more." I groaned and rolled over, clutching Brian tightly to me, burying my face in his chest.

Brian didn't answer, he just wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. This didn't deter Booker. A split second later, he was on the bed, and plopped himself down right on top of us. Brian gave a sharp grunt as Booker planted a knee in his belly.

"Let's go back to sleep, buddy." I slurred and pulled Booker down into the middle of us and began to cuddle him.

"Daddy! Santa came! We can't go to sleep!" He squealed happily as I tried to make him lay down between us and sleep.

"Santa told us to tell you that you can't open the gifts before seven in the morning." Brian groaned sleepily.

"Nuh uh! Stop lyin' daddy!" Booker giggled. "Come on, daddy!"

I just grunted more as Booker crawled out from under my arms, then grabbed my hand and pulled. Brian's eyes finally fluttered open and gave me a look like 'let's get this over with'. However, I could see a hint of childish pleasure in his eyes. He was just as excited as Booker was. If he hadn't been so tired, he'd have been digging under the tree with Booker.

"Okay, okay. Just let go of me and I'll get up." I laughed at Booker as I sat up in bed.

I was just glad Brian and I had put on pajama bottoms before going to sleep.

"Come on, daddy! Christmas don't last forever!" Booker huffed as he knelt at the foot of the bed.

"Doesn't, buddy. And I know, I'm coming." I yawned widely, then swung my legs over the side of the bed. "You coming, sexy?"

"Definitely." He reached over, putting his arms around my chest and pulling me backwards to him.

I gave a content sigh as Brian gave me a kiss on the cheek from behind.

"Merry Christmas, baby." He whispered in my ear.

"Merry Christmas, back." I giggled, then turned my head to kiss him on the lips.

Booker danced out of the room happily as Brian and I put on our robes. We knew the whole damn family would be waiting in the living area of the suite for us, so we made sure to cover up as best we could. Not that they'd never seen us without shirts, but it was still tacky considering we had just crawled out of bed. As soon as Brian and I both had our robes on, he headed towards the door. He laughed loudly as I jumped up on his back, expecting a piggy-back ride.

"Giddy up, baby." I teased him.

"Ooooh, baby. Is this my Christmas present?" He laughed and headed for the living area.

As expected, the living room was overflowing with boxes and bags of all shapes and sizes, and the whole family. Kylie, Harold Jr., A.J., Nick, Howie, Kevin, Aaron, Booker, Ma & Pa were all waiting for us. When Brian carried me in, the unwrapping was ready to begin.

"Merry Christmas, everyone." Brian announced as we entered the room.

"And God bless us everyone." I teased from my place on Brian's back.

We were greeted with a round of "Merry Christmas" back. I hopped off of Brian long enough for him to sit on the couch, then I scootched onto the couch between his legs. I laid back against his chest as he wrapped his legs around my waist.

"Can we open presents NOW?" Booker huffed, making everyone laugh loudly.

"Yes, we can unwrap presents now." Jackie ruffled his hair. "Honey, we'll let you play Santa Claus."

Harold, Sr. grunted and got out of the chair he had been sitting in to begin doling out presents. Booker squealed with delight everytime another gift was stacked in front of him. Ofcourse, he had tons more presents than everyone else. Between all the gifts Brian and I and his parents had bought him, he had much more. But then everyone else bought him atleast two presents. He was going to turn into a spoiled little brat if we had anything to do with it.

No one's stack of presents was puny. My presents from Brian alone number ten. And if I knew Brian, I knew all the presents were expensive as hell--without even opening them yet. I had only bought Brian eight presents. However, he didn't seem to notice. I just hated him being two up on me. Oh well, two blowjobs and we'd be even, I thought to myself.

"Which one should I open first, baby?" I asked Brian as he nuzzled the side of my face with his.

"Mmmm, let's see." Brian glanced over the stack of presents in front of me. "Oooh, open this."

Brian reached over me the best he could and grabbed a box off the top. It was shaped like a shoe box, I thought at first. It was the same shape, it was the same weight, and it made the noise a shoe box made when you shook it.

"Shoes!" I squealed and started tearing paper off the box.

Kevin saw my display and laughed while he opened one of his gifts from me.

"You little turd." Brian kissed my cheek. "But you don't know what kind."

"They're shoes--it don't matter!" I laughed evily as I ripped the last bit of paper off the box.

"Doesn't, daddy." Booker corrected me playfully.

Brian laughed loudly at Booker's comment as I ignored it and ripped the lid off the shoe box.

"Retro 40's leather bowler shoes!" I squealed with delight and pulled them out of the box.

"Pure leather, baby." Brian winked at me as I turned to give him a kiss.

"Those are some ugly ass shoes." Howie turned his nose up.

"Shut up." I shook a finger at him. "You don't know anything about fashion, straight man!"

Brian chuckled as I put them carefully back in the box and gave him a kiss.

"I love 'em, baby."

"I knew you would."

"Only Matt would think of something like this." Kevin was discussing one of my presents to him with A.J. and Nick.

"What's that?" Brian looked over at Kevin as he held me back against him.

"Elton John's Greatest Hits 1970 to 2002." Kevin held the CD up for Brian to see.

"Everyone always tries to think about the most impressive gift that costs the most, but I knew you really wanted that." I winked at Kevin as Brian cradled me.

"You rock, Matt." He winked back with a laugh.

"I know." I made everyone laugh. "You're turn, baby."

I grabbed a box from Brian's stack and handed it over my shoulder to him.

"Damn, it's kinda heavy." He pretended to almost drop it.

"It's probably five pounds of macaroni and cheese from the deli on the corner." Jackie quipped, making me laugh.

"Hey, you." Brian bopped me lightly on the top of the head with the box.

"Just open it." I replied.

Brian tore into the package with a vengeance, throwing paper left and right. I thought I'd have to duck out of his lap to keep from being hurt. Finally, all the paper was gone, and he squealed with joy.

"An iPod!" Brian squealed evily, then pulled me backwards to hug and kiss me.

"Why would that be heavy?" Nick looked confused.

"I put a brick in the bottom of the box so Brian couldn't figure it out." I answered honestly with a laugh.

"How evil." A.J. laughed. "And smart."

"Love ya', love ya', love ya'!" Brian kissed my neck over and over, making everyone chuckle.

"We might want to take that brick back. I lifted it off the side of a building downtown." I stated. "It was loose though. I didn't like crowbar it out."

Kylie cackled loudly at that.

"We'll probably have the five-oh surrounding this hotel room anytime now." She teased.

"Hide the brick, Brian!" Aaron teased. "And, thanks for the shoes, Matt."

"No prob, Bob." I winked at him.

We all finished tearing into our gifts, throwing paper everywhere, generally making the biggest mess we could muster. Finally, Brian grabbed the last, very small box left of my presents. It was about the size of a shirt box, and very very light. It felt like it actually didn't have anything in it.

"Open it, baby. From me to you." Brian winked at me.

"What the heck is in it?" I gave him a confused look and slowly began to pull the paper off of it.

"There's only one way to find out." Brian chirped playfully.

Slowly, as if I was afraid something was going to jump out at me, I pulled the rest of the paper off the box and threw it to the floor. The box was a plain, white shirt box. No lettering was on the box to indicate that it held a piece of designer clothing. Again, I cautiously pulled the top off the box and peered inside.

I didn't get it. Inside, taped to the bottom of the box was a black and white sketch of a two story, mediterranean villa style house. I must have looked confused, because Brian began giggling softly behind me. I laid back against him, and tilted the box up so we could both look at it together.

"I don't get it, baby." I whispered to him as he nuzzled my cheek with his.

"Well, Kylie told me you wanted a new house." Brian began.

"So you gave me a picture of one in a box?" I laughed lowly, still confused.

"Actually, that's the one that is gonna start being built for you in January." Brian explained. "It's gonna be a two story mediterranean style house with a big back patio, indoor pool, jacuzzi, huge columns, big rooms, lots of windows, and so many bedrooms you won't believe it. Plus, there'll be a study for you. A den, a living room, a HUGE kitchen, and just everything your little heart desires." Brian whispered into my ear as my eyes grew wider and wider.

"You're joking, right?" I asked, knowing he had to just be jerking me around.

"No, baby. That's my wedding present to you." He tapped the picture with the tip of his index finger. "By next Christmas, we'll be able to have family stay with us there."

"Oh...my...God!" I screeched, making everyone look at us.

Brian gave Kylie a wink and she laughed loudly.

I spun around in my seat and threw myself on Brian. My arms went around him and I hugged him tightly to me as I shoved my mouth over his, kissing him deeply. Brian just returned my kiss, holding my face in his hands as I showed my appreciation for the gift. I wasn't almost to the point of crying. No one had ever given me something that I wanted so badly. Brian had given me himself, and now the house of my dreams he was going to have built.

"You're the best Suga Daddy-slash-Husband EVER!" I teased, but gave Brian another deep kiss.

Brian pulled away from me with a laugh and laid his hand on the side of my face.

"You just remember that." He winked and leaned forward to give me another kiss as everyone laughed at us. "Merry Christmas, baby."

"Merry Christmas, Brian." Tears of joy began to slide down my cheeks as I pulled away from him.

TO BE CONTINUED......

Well, how'd ya' like it folks? I know, it took ALMOST a month for me to write this one. However, it's the holiday season, and I've been busy like a mofo. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it. All my readers that celebrate Christmas, I hope you have a very very very very Merry Christmas and an even Happier New Year! If you're one of my readers that doesn't celebrate it, well Happy Holidays, and enjoy the season! A very special Merry Christmas shout out to Dennis, Donnie, Scott, Korannda (Sorry I'm so slow about responding to e-mails), Jesse, Sher & Matt. You all rock, and I hope you have as much fun on Christmas as I plan to! Love to all my readers, fans and friends! Love you all muchly!