Banging B-Rok By CalGuy19
Banging B-Rok (Part 6)
The next two days were very hectic for me as I settled into normal a routine. The previous two mornings, I woke up still wrapped in Brian's arms as we rode the bus between concerts. We would arrive at the hotel early in the morning, quickly going to our rooms to finish sleeping or to shower and eat the buffet-style breakfast that had been prepared. The chatter at the table was limited to discussing what had to be done on that particular day, and me giving them any info I had on the area. More in-depth conversations would wait until everyone had woken up. After breakfast, Brian would invariably drag me back to our room for some 'private time', as he called it, drawing a few chuckles and the occasional cat call from the others.
For Brian and I, private time was a very serious affair. It was virtually the only time we could spend with each other without worrying about the other Boys interrupting. Brian's room was off-limits for one hour immediately after breakfast and everyone (that mattered) knew it. We had to keep our hands off each other while we were in public, no small feat considering how close we stayed to each other, and this little arrangement was made to help us cope. But still, that hour gave us lots of time to explore and please each other, and each sexual activity was as intense, if not more so, then our first time together. The sex was fantastic, and I felt that it was because of the strong emotional bond as much as the physical act.
The 21st was an off-day for the group, with no performances or public appearances scheduled. We would catch a flight to Toronto that evening, but until then, each man could do as he pleased as long as they got to the airport by 6:00.
Once private time was over and we were able to walk, Brian and I decided to go to a local mall and do some shopping. I had only packed a few clothes and needed something new to wear. Taking Phil along to provide a defense against being mobbed by autograph seekers, Brian and I got a rental car and headed for a mall that the front desk clerk had suggested.
On the way to the mall, Brian made it quite clear that he would be paying for all purchases. I started to protest but Brian dipped his sunglasses and fixed me with a look. The eyes had spoken. They were not to be denied.
At 2:00, we pulled into the half-full parking lot, finding a spot close to the main doors. We entered the mall and headed straight for the Levis store. A petite blond about 17 greeted us, her eyes darting back and forth between the two young men, giving us the once over and, from the look of satisfaction on her face, liking what she saw. "May I help you?" she asked.
"You certainly can, Allison." Brian said, looking at her name tag and, as I noted with a small grin, turning the charm on full blast. "My buddy here needs some new jeans. Any suggestions?"
Allison perked up at Brian's friendly tone. "No problem, follow me." She led our trio to a table with several different pairs of pants stacked neatly on it. "Was there anything in particular that you were looking for?"
I shook his head, saying that anything in blue or black was fine. Nodding, Allison explained the differences in cut and style. Since my previous job was working in a similiar store, I already knew this, but chose to remain silent. While she was helping me, I noticed Allison kept shooting smiles back at Brian every so often.
Turning her attention back to the stack of jeans, Allison selected three different pairs that met with my approval and guided me to a change room. She closed the door behind me, saying "Can I help you find something?"
"No thank you, I'm fine." I heard Brian say. She sounded crestfallen as she replied ok, and then I heard her greet another customer..
As I tried on my jeans, I thought of Brian. He liked to try and keep his identity a secret when he went out, and had dressed the part. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a rip in the left knee, a tight, white cotton T-shirt and a lightweight 3/4 length black denim jacket. The Rayban sunglasses and black Air Jordan's completed the look. Simple, but very hot. No wonder Allison was flirting with him so hard. God knows when I saw him in the outfit I had to wipe drool off my face.
A moment later I emerged wearing the first of the choices and went over pose in front of the mirror. Checking the look from all angles, I turned to ask Brian if they looked ok. Brian had his sunglasses pulled to the end of his nose and was staring at my butt.
"Looks good from this side." he growled.
I gave a snort and walked back to the change room. Trying on the other two pairs brought similar stares and I decided to get all three. Walking up to the front with my purchases, I automatically reached for his wallet but Brian stopped me, holding up his credit card. "Remember, this is on me."
I nodded and threw the items I had picked out on the counter and waited for Allison to finish a sale.
"Did they fit OK? she asked, already scanning the blue jeans into the register.
"Yes, they're great. Thanks for your help."
Grinning, Allison gave me the total. "Will that be cash or card?" Brian handed over his card with a huge grin on his face. He'd obviously done this before and knew what her reaction would be, and was going to enjoy every second of it. She swiped it through. Checking the name on the card against the name that came up on the screen, Allison went white as she realized who was standing on the other side of the counter.
"OH MY GOD!" she cried, her hand on her mouth.
Anticipating this, Phil had moved in closer to Brian in case she tried something. It had happened before. A music store clerk had launched herself over the counter trying to hug Nick when he tried to buy some CD's.
His cover blown, Brian took off his glasses, smiled up at the young woman and gave her his standard reply in this situation. "Is there something wrong with the card?"
Staring blindly at him for a minute, Allison blinked twice and then started madly fumbling around the counter for something. "NO!" she protested, looking up from her search. "No, the card is fine. It's just that you're...you're Brian Littrell!! Of the Backstreet Boys!" Luckily, we were the only ones in the store at the time. Otherwise her scream might have attracted too much attention.
"Yes, I know." he said, still smiling patiently. "The card?" Yup, he was definitly enjoying this. Although for that matter, so was I.
"Oh! Right!" Allison tried to calm down enough to finish the transaction. Handing over a pen and the sales slip with a trembling hand for him to sign, she also handed him the piece of note paper that she had been searching for. "May I have your autograph?"
"Of course, Allison." he said, handing back the store copy of the credit card slip and started writing on the notepaper. "Did you go to the concert last night?"
Allison's shoulders slumped and she frowned. "No. I couldn't get tickets. It sold out too fast."
Brian and I both saw the dissapointment on her face. Brian got a look that made me sure he was going to do something. I looked over his shoulder to see what he wrote:
Allison, You've got it goin'on! Peace & Love, Brian Littrell
Brian quickly finished the autograph, he then rounded the counter and wrapped her in a hug, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry you missed it."
Stepping back to find Allison crying, Brian handed her the autograph and went back to the other side of the counter. Still crying, Alison packed up the bags and waved as we left...
I had watched the exchange in the store with interest. I knew exactly what Allison was feeling. The memory of my first meeting with Brian was still fresh in my mind and I couldn't help but smile. I was so happy that I had found Brian. I couldn't imagine a life without him.
We got outside the store and Brian slid his sunglasses back on. I smacked him playfully.
"You enjoyed that way too much!!" I said in a mock-stern voice.
"You got me. I loved every second of it. You gonna punish me for it???"
"Oh you betchya" I said, struggling to resist the urge to kiss him right in the mall. Instead I turned away.
"Where to next??" I said.
"Wherever you wanna go." Brian said.
We hit a department store next, where I picked out some T-shirts that I liked, and that Brian really liked too. When we went to pay for them, the 40-something woman behind the till didn't even blink at the name on the card, much to Brian's dissapointment. It was probably for the best however, as the department store was a lot more crowded then the Levi's store had been.
We spent the next hour looking through different shops, stopping to buy some shirts, two pairs of dress pants and a jacket at Eddie Bauer, various toiletries at The Body Shop and two pairs of shoes from Payless. Brian wasn't sure what kind of official functions I would be attending, so we got a wide range of clothes. If I needed a tuxedo, I would be out of luck, but I was covered for every other occasion. Reactions from Brian had been a lot tamer then Allison's. The girl in The Body Shop had squealed quietly, and been thrilled with a autograph. She had seen the show and had loved it. The guy in Eddie Bauer immediately set off my gaydar, and he looked Brian up and down before giving me a jealous look. I just smiled at him while he packed up our bags.
I was content with my purchases and was about ready to leave, but Brian dragged me into a toy store. Confused, I let him take me around, until he found what he wanted. I groaned when I saw him grab a baby-spice doll.
"I've always wanted one of these," he said. I just shook my head. He bought all 5 Spice Girls dolls, and the guy behind the counter did a double-take at the card but said nothing. Again, Brian was dissapointed.
When we walked by a lingerie shop, I got an idea. Handing my packages to Brian, I told him I was going to buy something and he was to stay out. It was Brian's turn to protest but it fell on deaf ears as I turned on my heel and walked into the store. Ten minutes later I came out with two packages and a very pleased look on my face. When Brian asked me what I'd bought, I merely smiled and told him that he'd have to wait.
Our last stop was a luggage store where I picked out a suitcase to carry everything I had bought.
Phil, who had been keeping close watch of the time, told Brian that we had to get back to the hotel for dinner before going to the airport. With the bags locked in the truck, we piled into the car and headed to the hotel.
Banging B-Rok (Part 7)
Back in our room, I packed most of my new clothes while fending off Brian's attempts at finding out what I'd bought in the lingerie store.
"Come on, just a hint?" Brian begged, giving me the combination eyes and grin. But I wouldn't succumb this time.
"You'll just have to wait."
Brian whined and moaned while I finished packing, then ushered him out of the room.
I ate dinner with the guys in the hotel's five-star restaurant and everyone talked about what they had done. Nick and Howie went to a local healthclub to workout. AJ went jogging with a couple of friends on the crew and Kevin stayed at the hotel to phone his friends and family back home. At this, I made a mental note to remember to call the folks after dinner.
"So, what did you guys do today?" Nick asked, popping a forkful of fettucinni noodles into his mouth.
"We went shopping." Brian said, looking over at me. "He didn't have time to pack much before leaving home, so we went and bought him some new clothes."
I swallowed the chicken I was chewing and spoke up. "Correction. You bought me some new clothes." Waving my empty fork at Brian, I added, "And I intend to pay you back."
Brian's eyes danced. "Fair enough, but I get to chose the method of payment." He and the others laughed at the comment, but I just paled and looked down at my plate, feeling suddenly sick. Was this the way he looked at me?? He bought me nice stuff in exchange for sex?? I lost my appetite, but quickly scraped up the last bit of food on my plate and forced it down my stomach, then excused myself, saying something about calling my parents. Kevin caught my eye and had a concerned look on his face. I hurried out of the restaurant, and as I was getting into the elevator, I heard Brian yelp. The elevators closed and the tears began to stream down my face. Part of me felt I was over-reacting, but I was just to hurt to listen to that part. I walked through the room and stood on the balcony, crying quietly while looking out at the city. Everything seemed so perfect, but my heart was aching.
It wasn't long after that when I heard keys fumbling in the door. I heard them fall down, and Brian's voice say "awh shit." I ignored it and continued to stare off into space. Finally I heard the door open. There was a pause, then I heard Brian come up behind me. I just stared at the skyline, silent. Brian was quiet behind me. Finally I felt him stand at the railing beside me. I finally got up the nerve to speak without sobbing.
"Is that what you think this relationship is about? You buying me nice things in exchange for sex?"
"No! God no!" he said. I turned, finally making eye contact. Brian's eyes opened wide when he saw my face, it must have been obvious I had been crying.
"I'm so sorry. That was a stupid thing to say. I love you and I just wanted to do something nice for you, that's all. Please forgive me."
I saw the honesty written on Brian's face. I paused, but he quickly warmed me over, like he always did. I finally drew him into an embrace. It felt so good to hold him.
"You're forgiven, just promise me that the next time we go shopping, you'll let me buy my own things, OK?
Brian relaxed into the hug and planted a kiss on my neck.
"OK, but will you let me buy these for you, just this once?" I paused, then nodded. "Thank you. I do love you, you know?"
"I know, " I said pulling back. "I love you too." Looking up at the skyline, I moved to go back inside. "C'mon. We'd better go inside before someone with a camera catches us."
Once inside, Brian pulled me back into the hug and brought our lips together. Forcing his tongue inside, Brian deepened the kiss until we were grunting and grinding our hips together. We fell onto the bed and started fumbling with belts and buttons until the sound of the phone ringing interrupted us. Brian almost ignored it until I realized that they would pound on our door next. I broke the kiss and reminded him of the fact. Groaning, Brian rolled over and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
It was Scott Wilson. "We'll be leaving for the airport in an hour, so make sure your bags are packed. We'll meet in the lobby."
"OK, we'll leave our bags in my room. See you later," he said, and hung up. Rolling over he told me the news. Ignoring our inflamed groins, we scrambled out of bed to get cleaned up and finish packing. We took showers separately, knowing that we wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other if we showered together. Ten minutes later, Brian was showering while I dried off and changed clothes for the flight.
I put on the clothes Brian had bought me, selecting the black jeans, blue silk shirt and the black Air Jordan's that matched Brian's. I started, however, with the item that I bought at the lingerie shop. Going into the store, I had known exactly what I wanted: two pairs of black silk boxers and matching robes. One for each of us. I wanted to give Brian a surprise before we left.
I finished dressing in time to hear the shower turn off. Grabbing the second box that held Brian's gift and placing it the bed, I waited until he came out of the bathroom.
Walking out in a hotel robe drying his hair with a towel, Brian saw me standing next to the bed. He stopped dead and whistled. "You look hot, babe!" he growled, before leaning over to steal a kiss.
"You don't look too bad yourself." I replied, taking the towel from around Brian's waist and ogling him.
"Stop that, or we'll be late." Brian admonished me, looking around for something to distract him from what he really wanted to do. Seeing the box, he picked it up and turned back to me. "Is this for me?"
"Yes," I said, a seductive smile on my face. "I hope it fits."
Like a kid on Christmas morning, Brian tore open the package and dumped the contents on the bed. A small gasp left his lips as Brian picked up the mass of black cloth. Trying on the robe, he tied the sash and looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. "It's beautiful, babe. Thank you!" This kiss was much longer.
Breaking the kiss, I turned to the bed. "You missed something."
Looking over, Brian saw the small lump of black in the middle of the bed. Picking it up, he realized what is was and closed his eyes as the blood starting rushing south.
I was enjoying this. "A little something to wear on the plane."
Looking up at me, Brian fixed me with those incredible blue eyes.
"I am going to start counting. If you are still in this room when I reach 10, neither of us will make that plane...or the red eye flight, for that matter." Brian started to count.
I laughed, declaring victory in this little seduction attempt. Moving to the adjoining room, I looked back and winked as I closed the door. Picking up the phone, I made a call to the parents to reassure them that I was ok and that I missed them.
A few minutes later, Brian knocked on the door, signaling that he was ready. Opening the door, I saw Brian dressed in black cotton pants, a gray pullover and the Jordan's. He stood at the mirror combing his hair, trying not to look at me. Brian had packed his bags and placed them by the door and as he bent over to pick them up, I tried not to laugh as I saw Brian's pants had a rather prominent bulge. Taking the bags to hall, I handed them over to the bellman and tipped him.
Brian had put on his coat by the time I came back and came over to me wrapping me in an tight embrace.
"Thank you. I love them."
I could feel the hardness and heat in Brian's pants and I stifled a groan. It was going to be a long night. We double checked the room and then left to meet the others in the lobby.
Riding the elevator down, I stayed close to Brian, enjoying the hungry look in Brian's face. A bell sounded, announcing our arrival in the lobby and I threw a look over my shoulder as I walked out of the car. "Did I mention that I bought 2 pairs of those shorts?" I heard Brian groan and when I turned around, I saw him holding his jacket in front of him.
"Hey, you guys finally made it," called Kevin, his voice booming through the lobby. "The limo's waiting."
Kevin seemed to notice the look of frustration on Brian's face, contrasted with my happy, almost mischievous expression and asked his cousin, "Did you manage to smooth things over?"
I heard the question and couldn't resist. "Everything is fine, Kev. Smooth as silk." I said, getting into the limo.
Kevin smiled, followed me inside. Brian just rolled his eyes, said nothing and pulled the coat tighter as he got in.
The ride to the airport was a respite for Brian as Scott did most of the talking, distracting him from the painful hardness in his groin.
"We'll be arriving at approx. 10pm local time, but we have to be up at 5am to make the interviews for radio and TV, so get some sleep on the plane."
I knew this already, having discussed it with Scott the day before.
"Darren will be with us so we can introduce him as our Net Rep. It gives him instant credibility with the least possible effort." The others nodded at the logic of this and I tuned Scott out as he detailed the rest of the itinerary, choosing to look out the window as they approached the airport.
I was surprised as the limo pulled up next to a private jet. I had never flown on one and the idea intrigued me. Looking over at Brian, I saw that hungry look and decided that a private jet might be the place to give my frustrated lover some relief.
The luggage had been taken to the airport in a different car so we only had to board and the plane immediately began to taxi. I found a pair of seats near the back and motioned Brian to join me. I took the aisle, saving the window for my lover. We belted ourselves in, which proved to be a painful proposition for Brian, judging by the look of agony on his face, and waited for the plane to take off.
As the plane gained altitude, the pilot announced that he would be turning the cabin lights off as soon as they had achieved cruising altitude. Five minutes later, the lights went out. Waiting another five minutes just to be safe, I heard the soft even breathing of people sleeping and decided to put my plan into action.
Leaning over, I started to kiss Brian's neck, licking and nipping the skin until I was sure Brian was awake.
"I want you now."
A small gasp was the only thing I heard in response as I unbuckled my seatbelt and knelt in front of Brian.
Reaching up, I opened the window shade part way, shining a shaft of light across Brian's bulging crotch, giving me an excellent view. Running my hands along my lovers' thighs, I could feel the tension, the anticipation as Brian fought to keep from crying out at the touch of my fingers.
The seatbelt became undone, then the leather belt went, followed the button and the zipper. When the pressure was released, Brian's cock expanded until it formed a tent of black silk. I could see that precum had soaked through and Brian looked down at me, telling me in a look that he would do anything to feel my mouth on him. Not yet, I thought. Leaning over, I planted a kiss on Brian's navel, nibbling, kissing and licking my way up until I reached the nipples, planting a kiss on each one. "Baby, please..." Brian begged softly.
Taking pity on my lover, I settled back down and reached through the leg opening, pulling the hard cock out and bringing it to my lips.
"Oh, yessssssss," Brian cooed quietly as possible, his hands running through my hair, urging me to go faster. I could tell my skillful manipulations were driving him close to the edge. Pulling me off his cock, Brian dragged me up for a passionate kiss, our tongues dueling.
"You are fantastic," he whispered.
I gave him one last kiss before descending back down and swallowing him whole. Brian writhed above me as he used my tongue to bathe and massage the head, licking up the now-constant flow of pre-cum. Dropping down, I sucked in first one, then both balls, coating them with my spit.
Brian continued to moan softly and toss his head, his eyes closed and his tongue licking his lips. I could tell Brian was totally lost in the sensations I was creating. Hands returned to my head as I plunged back down on Brian's rod, managing to get my nose briefly in Brian's pubic hair. I gagged, making Brian moan, and pulled back to keep from choking on his giant. The warm, moistness of my mouth on his cock, the tongue stroking the head and my hands alternately rubbing and twisting his nipples finally brought Brian to a crushing orgasm, shooting his hot seed down my hungry throat.
"I'm--I'm--" The cry was cut short as I slapped a hand over his mouth, stifling any further noise as Brian's mind exploded in ecstasy. I finished swallowing as he felt Brian collapse in the seat, the spasms that wracked his body fading.
"You still taste great." I whispered, licking the last of the cum of his cock before returning it to the confines of the boxers.
Brian lifted my chin, "Your turn."
I shook my head and stood up.
"No. We have an early day tomorrow and you need to get some sleep." I whispered, reaching into the overhead compartment for a blanket. Realizing that he would not get his way, Brian merely pouted as he straightened his clothing. Motioning Brian over into the aisle seat, I took the window seat and drew Brian's head onto my lap, spreading the blanket out.
"Good night, my love." I whispered softly planting a quick kiss on Brian's forehead before settling into my seat and falling asleep.
Two hours later the plane landed at Pearson International Airport where we transferred to a waiting limo for the 20 minute ride to hotel.
Banging B-Rok (Part 8 and still goin strong)
'BR-RRRING!'
The phone sounded like a alarm klaxon in the quiet room, nearly blasting the two occupants out of bed. I was the first to get my bearings.
"H-hello?"
"Good morning, this is your wake up call for 5 AM. Have a nice day." Click.
"Thanks." I said automatically. Looking over, I saw that Brian had wrapped himself in the sheets, trying to ignore the inevitable intrusion of morning. I drew the sheet back from his face and started to plant little kisses on the exposed skin.
"Sweetie, it's time to get up."
A grunt. "Go away."
Sighing, I got of bed, padding towards the bathroom. "OK, but I'm taking a shower and I was hoping that you'd wash my back."
Three seconds later and the door opened behind me in the shower. I was no longer alone. I felt Brian's arms circle around my waist. He pressed his head against the back of my neck as the warm water cascaded onto both of us. He reached down and gave my cock a few teasing jerks. I moaned. Brian grabbed soap from the soapdish. Next thing I knew he was rubbing my neck and shoulders with soapy hands. He moved down on my back, soaping me up. He massaged my ass cheeks. He paused and soaped up his hands some more, then began to gently probe my asshole with a soapy finger. I moaned and slumped forward against the shower fall, enjoying the hot water cascading down my body, and the feeling of Brian's finger tickling my prostate.
Brian withdrew his finger and there was a long pause. I was tempted to look behind me to see what he was doing when I felt the large, soapy head of his cock press against my anus.
"What are you doing??" I gasped.
"What do you think I'm doing??" Brian replied.
"We don't have time for this, we have to get going."
"Trust me, with the state I'm in it won't take long."
"But you don't have a condom--"
There was a pause.
"Darren, I love you. You've already said you've tested clean, so have I. We both want this, trust me, ok?"
I paused. I had never had unprotected anal sex. But I did trust Brian, and he was clean, and we were seeing only each other, ...
"Ok, but be quick, we have a long day ahead of ourselves."
With that permission, Brian pushed hard, and my ass, now accustomed to his size, opened for him, and he quickly slid in to the hilt. I collapsed against the shower wall, overcome with the intensity of the pleasure that was slamming through me. Brian slammed into me fast and hard, and I knew he was right, neither of us would last very long.
"I want you to cum inside me, Brian," I said. There was a pause.
"You sure?"
"As sure as I am about how much I love you."
He didn't need anymore convincing then that.
"It's not gonna take long babe, I am really close."
"Me too" I gasped. I looked down at my cock, which was swollen and pointing at the shower floor. Determined to finish this off, I reached down and jerked twice, before my body was slammed with a tidal-wave of pleasure and cum shot out of cock, splattering against the floor of the shower. The contractions in my ass must have pushed Brian over the edge because he grunted and suddenly my insides began to fill up with his warm spunk. Suddenly I felt empty as Brian withdrew his cock and jerked two more spurts of cum onto my ass.
"Well, that certainly worked better then Caffine." Brian said. "I'm wide awake now."
I turned around and kissed him. We held each other in the shower for a minute, then I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began to massage Brian's scalp. I'd always thought Brian was incredibly sexy wet, and I definitely had not been proven wrong. After 5 minutes we rinsed off and got out of the shower.
I looked at the clock. It was 20 after 5.
"Dammit Brian, were running late!" I told him with mock-anger in my voice.
"It was worth it," Brian said, pressing his naked body against mine and kissing me.
"You keep that up, were not going to the interview. Now get dressed and let's go."
We quickly grabbed clothes from the suitcases. I threw on blue jeans and a Toronto Blue-Jays jersey. Brian pulled on a pair of black pants and a Orlando Magic jersey. We quickly ran to the elevator and went down to the lobby. Two security guards were waiting for us and quickly ushered us into a nearby meeting room.
"Well, look who finally showed up" AJ said, grinning. "Man, you two are always late!"
"Well we didn't get off, er, up, in time." I said, blushing at the slip of the tongue. Brian did a double-take.
"Um, yeah, we overslept a bit" Brian said, covering.
"I'm sure." AJ said. "I bet something just came up and you two just "had" to take care of it before you could do anything else."
Brian and I just looked at the floor. Fortunately Scott Wilson came in to end the teasing.
"Well, somehow the name of the hotel got out to the fans, there are 1000 people outside the hotel. We're gonna have to go down the service elevator to the parkade."
The guys groaned. They loved their fans, but sometimes things got a little out of hand.
"Also, AJ's mom is back now from Orlando. She'll meet up with us later tonight. She has to take care of some things at the site of tomorrow's show first."
This brought up a cheer. AJ's mom was very well liked among the band, and Brian had assured me she would treat me like one of her own kids. I was still antsy, however, about meeting her.
Five minutes later we were in the limo, and pulling out of the parkade. I was sitting by the window as in a attempt to hide the fact of who was in the limo, but the fans weren't stupid. I saw one girl point at the limo, then suddenly there were teenage girls all around it. The limo couldn't move and we could hear a deafening level of screaming. The guys just looked around panicked. The panic turned to fear as the limo started rocking.
"I hate it when this happens" Howie said.
"What are we gonna do??" I asked worriedly.
"The driver is calling security, they will clear things for us.
It seemed like a eternity of screaming and crying girls before we finally heard security yelling for everyone to move. After a few moments the car stopped rocking and began to inch forward. Girls still pounded on the car but it was less nerve-wracking. Finally we were out on the street and on our way.
20 minutes later we were at the Radio Station for the Morning show interview scheduled for 7:30 am. That gave us 15 minutes before we had to be on the air. The boys were met by the station manager who gave us a run-down. The DJ would introduce the boys, and they would talk, including the announcement of me as the Net-rep. Then they would do a song, and after 30 minutes the interview would be over. Seemed simple enough, and we sat across the glass from the DJ and put on our headsets.
"Hey, this is your AM DJ Chris Reid here with the Backstreet Boys, tomorrow night playing here in Toronto. This is the second time the boys have been here in the last year, they played for 35,000 fans at Skydome a few months back. Boys, why don't you say hi to the fans?
Kevin spoke up first.
"Hey, this is Kevin"
"Yo word' up all? This is Howie D."
"Hello, Toronto, this is AJ."
"Hey, this is Nick."
"Hey, ya'll, this is Brian, wassup?"
"Now, I see you also have a sixth Backstreet Boy with you."
"Ah, yeah," Brian said. "This is our new Internet representetive, all the way from Calgary, Darren Clarke."
"Hello, Toronto" I said. I was so nervous I spoke to close to the mike and ended up sounding like a idiot. I blushed as everyone, including the DJ, laughed.
"He's not used to this," AJ said.
"Obviously," kidded the DJ.
"So, Darren, what exactly are you gonna be doin with the boys?"
"He's going to be very helpful in assisting us with our needs." Brian said, looking at me with a grin on his face. I quickly looked away, catching his double entendre.
"I'll basically be making sure the guys get their fan e-mail, working on the interactive Boys website, and setting up chats and stuff along those lines."
"And when can we expect these events to happen?"
"The site will be up within 2 weeks, and I want to announce right now that tonight, at 8:00 Eastern, 5:00 Pacific, I will be moderating the Boys first ever official IRC chat on #BSBChat on the Undernet. So if you have IRC, make sure your there, only 150 people will be allowed in the channel."
"Well, I'm sure you'll be packed. On that note, we are going to take a break. We will be right back with more from the Backstreet Boys, including a live performance in-studio."
With that my work was done, so I joined Scott Wilson out in the hallway.
"Congrats" Scott said.
"Thanks" I replied. "That was difficult."
"Well, Brian certainly didn't make it easy for you."
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"That little crack about satisfying their needs. I caught the intended meaning, I just hope no one else did. Last thing I need is for the world to know about you two."
I decided to take a opportunity.
"If Brian came out of the closet, would it really be that bad of a thing???" I asked.
Scott's face narrowed.
"Darren, let me tell you something. We have put a lot of effort into creating the Boys image. Being in a all-boy band immediately labels you to some people and we have had to keep Brian's sexuality a secret. He hates it, and if he could come out, he would, but he knows the simple fact. That coming out of the closet at this time would cause a lot of damage to his career."
"How?" I asked. "I mean, George Michael did it."
"He's past his prime. Who knows how long the Backstreet Boys are going to last? There is a small shelf-life for Teenybopper bands. We need to take advantage of this as long as we can, and the effects of Brian being gay would be detrimental to the band. When your fan base is for the most part young girls, the fact that Brian is gay would destroy a lot of his fan base. They often cling to the fact that maybe, just maybe, they have a chance with him. If that chance goes, so does the fan base. Brian is one of the most popular boys, he loses fan base, the band loses fan base, and we can't afford to let that happen."
"I see."
"Don't get me wrong Darren. I like you. All of us do, your one of the family, and we respect you. But your relationship with Brian is very risky. I'll support it, but it can't effect his career, understand??"
I nodded. We remained silent the rest of the interview. What Scott said made sense, and it wasn't that big of a deal to me, as I had never been that big into public displays of affection. But something did bug me."
Finally the interview ended and we headed back to the limo. After driving through a throng of autograph seekers, we headed to a nearby Dennys, which was one of Brian's favorite restaurants, for a late breakfast, early lunch.
The restaurant was nearly deserted, and although the host did a double-take when the 6 of us walked in, he just smiled and took us to our seats.
Our waitress, however, was not quite so discreet. The host had taken our drink orders and given them to the waitress. The poor girl walked up with a full tray, saw who was sitting at her table, screamed and dropped the entire tray!!! This caused the host to start laughing hysterically from the front. She blushed as Brian bent over to try and help her.
"Dammit Richard, you should have warned me!!" She called out, looking down. "This isn't fun--" She stopped in mid-sentance when she looked up and realized she and Brian were eye-to-eye.
"Hey, how ya doin?" Brian said, smiling.
"Good" She giggled.
"Here, let me help you with that"
"No, it's ok -- I'll get it."
Brian grabbed the tray and set it on the table. Another waitress rushed over and helped her clean up the mess.
"I'm really sorry about that, it's not every day that one of your favorite bands sits at your table" she said, smiling.
"Thanks," Kevin said. "Sorry we startled you."
"Richard did that on purpose. He knew I would overreact."
I liked this girl from the start, she wasn't hysterical, despite her initial shock, and quickly took our orders and walked away.
"She's a babe!" Nick muttered.
"Then go for it." I told him.
"I can't. She'd never go for it."
At that everyone at the table burst out laughing.
"Give me a break, Nick, she'd say `yes' in a second."
"Yeah, but I don't have time for a relationship."
Brian just looked at me, before turning to Nick.
"That's what I said too--"
Brian trailed off, his point made.
"Look, you don't have a show tonight, it's a chance to relax. Ask her to dinner? You don't have to commit to anything further then that, just go out and enjoy yourself." I said, smiling.
"Ok, I will." said Nick.
The waitress returned with our drinks.
"Your food will still be a few minutes" she said, smiling.
"Well then have a seat" Brian said, gesturing to the empty space besides Nick.
"I really shouldn't I have work to do--"
"The restaurant is practically deserted, and this part is empty, that's why we chose it, sit for just a second." Brian said, turning on his `You can't resist me' smile.
"Ok, if only for a second--"
We made small talk for a few minutes, all of us looking expectantly at Nick. Finally the waitress left to go get our food. As soon as she was a fair distance away, I felt Brian's leg move. Nick yelped.
"Ow!"
"Ask her!!!"
"Ok, ok, I will."
The waitress returned with our food. We ate quickly, and then got the bill. Scott gave her his credit-card, and as she walked away, Brian glared at Nick.
"Last chance."
The waitress returned with the credit card slip. Nick looked at the table. I felt Brian make another kick.
"Ahhhh. Tera???" Nick said, saying her name for the first time. "Would you be interested in getting together for dinner tonight?"
Tera's jaw dropped and she stood there for a few seconds. I realized this is how I must have looked when I first read what Brian had scrawled on my ticket.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, it's a off night. The concert isn't until tomorrow. I'd love it if I could take you out to dinner and you could show me some of the city."
It didn't take much convincing. Right away, Nick had her phone number and we were back to the hotel for a nap before having to be at MuchMusic at 4:15.
Brian and I staggered to our room and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. I rested my head on his chest and he stroked my hair.
"Well, that answers one of the questions I never asked." I said.
"What's that?"
"I always wondered if Nick was completely straight. I mean, sure he hit it off with Sandra, but that could always be a act. I'm so in love with you that the sexuality of the other guys never really occurred to me."
Brian started to laugh.
"What??" I asked.
"Nick isn't completely straight."
I shot up into a sitting position and spun around to look at Brian.
"WHAT?!?!??!?!"
"Nick has, um, bisexual tendancies." Brian said, smiling.
"He told you this???"
"I guess you could say that."
"You guess you could-- You slept with Nick?!?!?!?!"
Brian just blushed and looked away.
"Oh my god."
"It was a long time ago babe, don't be jealous. You're the only one I care about now."
"I'm not jealous." I lied. Sure, it was dumb to get upset about something that had happened before Brian and I had met, but he could have told me.
"Yes you are, I can tell. It was a long time ago, after I came out to him -- he told me he was curious. We fooled around a bit, but nothing serious ever came of it."
I looked at Brian, who once again had a evil glint in his eye.
"Although if you wanted a three-some, I'm sure he would be up for it--"
I smacked him on the shoulder playfully and then straddled his chest.
"You know damn well you're all I ever wanted."
"Hey, no quoting other boy-bands songs--" Brian said teasingly, pulling me down to him for a kiss.
Finally we broke apart.
"We really need to get some sleep." I said. With that I rolled over on my side. Brian curled up beside me and put his arm around me, I felt his breath on my neck as we quickly drifted off to sleep.
Get down, get down, and to be continued ...