Millennium Love -9-10 Brian

Millennium Love Parts 9 & 10 - Brian

Author's Notes: WOW!!!   I had no idea begging could be so effective!

Thank you so much to everyone who wrote after my little plea in Parts 7/8 - it really meant alot to know that there are people reading. And now that I know I won't beg again - although the email is ALWAYS desirable - BUT I won't beg - at least until maybe part 20 or so.  :-))

So, as usual: All the text in BLACK is common, but the text in BLUE is unique to that character's story. So for those that only want to read what's different between the characters, now you can.

As Before: This story is a little different. For each section, you have a choice to read the story from the view point of one of the two main characters: the fictional Scott Waters or Brian Littrell. BUT: If you read the story from both view points you'll get the entire story, particularly when the characters are not together.

I apologize if I seem to be in a bit of a time warp, but the idea for the story came to me and it fit the time line (hence the story's name Millennium Love). The story starts in October 1998 and runs up to the new millennium. Also, if some events don't coincide with real events remember, it's only fiction!

Legalities: This story is fictitious. It is not meant to imply anything about any of the Backstreet Boys or anyone else. No, I am not Brian Littrell, or Scott Waters. If you're offended, go away. If you're curious, keep reading, you might like it ;-)

Once again, PLEASE let me know what you think at kenitra_canada@hotmail.com

Thanks for reading.
Kenitra (P.S. If you haven't read the first couple of parts - I'm a gal!!)

Millennium Love Parts 9 & 10 - Brian

(Last time...)

"Scott," I whispered.

"Yes, my love?" he whispered back.

"Thank you. I had no idea it could be like that. So intense, so erotic, so ..." I couldn't find enough words to explain what I was feeling.

Somehow, Scott understood. He hugged me tighter and said, "It will get better, you know."

I pulled back to look at him. "Is that possible?" I wondered aloud. Scott smiled and wiped the tears from my face, kissing me gently.

"Yes," he said simply and I believed him. I put my head back on his chest. All the adrenaline that had been coursing through my body, suddenly fled, leaving me exhausted. I remembered wondering why god had allowed me to find my soul mate, before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Part 9

I woke up in a strange room. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Then I remembered what I had done. I quickly looked around for Scott only to find he wasn't in the room. I was grateful. `How could you have been so stupid, Brian?' I asked myself. I crawled out of the bed, grabbing my discarded boxers from the floor. I went to the bathroom, stopping to look at myself in the mirror. I'd only intended on surprising Scott last night. I should have known better. When we had a performance, I became like another person, more aggressive, more daring. It was that Brian that snuck in last night and practically attacked Scott. I cringed at the memory of how I'd behaved. I could only hope he would forgive me. I finished in the bathroom and slowly walked out to the bedroom, wondering where Scott was, and how angry he was.

I was just crawling back onto the bed when Scott walked in carrying a tray with breakfast.

"Good morning," he said.

"Morning," I said softly, not willing to look into his eyes and see the anger or hurt.

Scott set the tray on top of the dresser and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside me and took my hands in his. This was going to be the `kiss-off'. "Brian, what's wrong?" he asked gently. I was taken aback by the gentleness in his voice. Tears welled up uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, Scott," I finally got out. Refusing to met those beautiful green eyes.

"Sorry for what, Brian?" he asked.

I tried to explain what had happened. "I just showed up here last night. I was so wired. I put you on the spot when I came on so strong. I didn't intend for anything to happen last night. I wasn't going to rush things." I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I couldn't even think about losing him now, not now.

"Brian," he said firmly, "look at me." I slowly raised my eyes, blurry from tears. "Do you regret what happened last night?"

How could he ask that? It was incredible, but it wasn't fair to him. I shook my head, "No, but.." Scott put his fingers to my lips, stopping me from continuing.

"Brian, I have no regrets. I could see that you were still hyped from the awards and I didn't want us to get too carried away. I want us to make love to each other when we're both ready. But I was also willing to go further than just kissing. I wanted to give you pleasure." He paused and looked at me intently with those piercing eyes. "Did I?"

I felt myself blush, but couldn't take my eyes from his. "Yes!" I whispered.

"Then neither of us has anything to regret or apologize for. Last night was what it was. Whatever happens next will be a mutual decision, okay?"

I nodded, thankful he wasn't angry. Then a smile crept across my face as I remembered the previous night. "I will never forget it, Scott," I said sincerely. He leaned forward and kissed me.

"Good. Now, are you hungry?"

"Famished," I said grinning with happiness.

Scott picked up the tray and set it on my lap. Then he took the spot beside me, both of us against the headboard. I saw the coffee on the tray and picked it up. I couldn't help but make a face when I tasted it. It was instant. Yuck. Scott noticed and laughed.

"Sorry, love, its instant. I don't drink it so I've never had a reason to keep *real* coffee on hand, until now."

I smiled at the `until now' he added to his sentence. It sounded so real. "I'll survive," I said, then dug into the omelet. Scott joined in.

"Brian, how did you get here last night?" Scott suddenly asked. I wondered how long it would be before he thought to ask. "How did you know where I lived?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Well, you know my cousin is very adept at using the Internet." I just had to have a kiss, before continuing. So I leaned over and stole one. "When I went to get ready for the awards, I called Kev on his cell phone. I asked him to do a search, that Canada411 phone book site. If he found listings for Scott or S. Waters in Ontario, we could match the phone number you gave me. We found a match. The car is a rental we had at the hotel. And the door was unlocked!"

Scott returned the favor and stole a kiss of his own. "You have no idea how happy I am that you showed up. When I went to bed I was thinking I wouldn't make it through till morning without seeing you." He blushed suddenly. "I saw your performance last night, and the acceptance speech ... that was sweet," he said shyly.

I looked at him intently. "I meant every word Scott. I asked Frack to let me sing first, because of the lyrics."

"And every word went directly to my heart, Brian," he said smiling. My heart soared.

Once we finished breakfast, I shoved the tray onto Scott's lap and jumped out of bed, turning to look at him. He was sitting there wearing only boxers and looking absolutely adorable.

"So what are we going to do today?" I wanted to know, grinning from ear to ear. I really didn't care as long as I was with Scott. He looked at me, then looked at the empty spot on the bed. I couldn't help but laugh. I jumped on the bed, stealing a quick kiss before jumping back. "There'll be time for that too, my Angel," I said. "I would like to just hang out, talk and get to know more about you Scott." I suddenly realized I was assuming a lot. I lost my smile and asked, "Is that okay?"

Scott held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me to him, hugging me tightly. "Whatever you want, my heart. I'm in no rush. I just love being near you, seeing you smile and hearing that sexy voice of yours," he whispered.

I had to laugh. "You think my voice is sexy?" No one who mattered had ever told me that before.

"You have no idea!" He said, then turned my face to his and kissed me deeply. When both of us were breathless, Scott released me. "So why don't you go shower now. I'll do the dishes, then shower when you're done." He moved off the bed, taking the tray with him. I turned to find the overnight bag I had tossed somewhere the night before. From the door Scott added, "Unless you want me to scrub your back?"

I laughed, picked up the overnight bag and walked into the bathroom. I found towels in the closet and started the water running. I realized that I felt more relaxed than I had in a very long time. I smiled to myself as I showered and dressed. I decided on casual, picking out some oversized jeans and a navy t-shirt.

I walked down the hall, finding Scott in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. That was the best feeling in the world. He suddenly picked me up and sat me on the counter, leaning forward, continuing the passionate, yet sweet kiss. I finally had to catch my breath and pulled back.

"If we keep this up, I'll need another shower," I said with a grin. "And you still have to take one!"

"Hey, you're welcome to join me," he said sweetly.

"Yeah, then we'd never get out of here," I laughed.

"By the way," Scott said, "while you were showering, a friend called and asked if I wanted to join him and some others for some hoops." I looked up quickly.

"B-ball!" It sounded like a great idea. It had been too long since I'd had a chance to play on this latest tour.

Scott continued. "Yeah. I told him I had a friend visiting and I'd have to check with him. So if we want to play, they're meeting at ten-thirty," He waited.

I asked the first thing that came to mind. "Are any of them gay?"

He shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"Well, if you can keep your hands to yourself for a couple of hours..." I said with a smirk.

"Me?" He said indignantly. "You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself." I picked up a nearby banana and threw it at him. He jumped out of the way just in time. He kept on going down the hall, but called back, "It's your choice love. Think about it while I get cleaned up."

I thought about what he'd said as I began to investigate the house. As long as there were no cameras, and these guys were straight, no one would likely recognize me. God, it would be fun to be able to just go out and play some ball without worrying about fans or reporters. I decided that we would go. Having made that decision, I paid closer attention to the house. It really was Scott's house, simple and straightforward, nothing hidden. I looked at the pictures of his family and friends. `How did I get so lucky to be rescued by my ideal man?' I continued my tour and wandered out onto the deck. The house overlooked a shallow looking lake. It looked like the other shore was a huge island, still dotted with autumn leaves not yet fallen. It was a beautiful spot.

I'd just walked back through the sliding glass doors when the phone rang. I knew Scott had an answering machine but decided to be daring, I picked up the receiver.

"Hello, Scott Waters place," I said.

"Hello, would Scott be there, please," a female voice said from the other end.

"He's here, but can't come to the phone right now. Could I take a message?" I dug around in a jar on the counter until I found a pen.

The woman sighed. "Well, this is his Mother, who am I speaking to?"

Well, it was too late to hang up. I had no intention of lying to Scott's Mom. "My name is Brian, Mrs. Waters. I'm a friend of your son," I told her.

"Well Brian, could you remind that son of mine that its Thanksgiving weekend, and he is supposed to be coming for dinner tonight?" she said.

"It's Thanksgiving here?" I asked in surprise, forgetting that Canada had their holiday earlier than in America.

"Yes. Where are you from Brian?" Mrs. Waters asked me, noticing my surprise.

"I'm originally from Kentucky, Ma'am. But I live in Florida now," I told her.

"Oh. Well, your very welcome to come and have dinner with us Brian." Mrs. Waters laughed, "On the one condition that you call me Louise and not `ma'am', okay?"

"Thank you Louise. I'll talk to Scott, but I'm sure I'll see you later."

"Alright, nice talking to you Brian."

"Bye Louise."

I hung up the phone and went to sit in the living room, waiting for Scott.

Part 10

Scott came out a few minutes later dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. The black really brought out his fair skin and brilliant eyes. I was pretending to look through a magazine and looked up at him, unable to stop a grin from appearing.

"So, my Angel, tell me, have you forgotten anything today?" I asked, trying not to laugh, but failing.

Scott was confused. He had no idea what I was talking about. He went into the kitchen and I followed.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed obviously noting the October 11th date on the calendar.

I walked around the corner grinning wildly. He looked at me. "How'd you know I'd forgotten?"

"Your Mother called." I said, leaning against the doorframe.

"You were talking to my Mom? What did you tell her?"

"Well," I drawled, "She knows I'm from Kentucky, my name's Brian and she told me to call her Louise." I couldn't help but find it all amusing, and Scott knew it.

"I guess I'll call her and tell her I can't make it," Scott said reluctantly.

I looked at him sharply. "Why? Don't you want me to meet your parents?" I asked. I didn't realize he wanted to hide `us' from his family.

Scott walked over to me and pulled me into a bear hug. "Of course I do, Brian. I just didn't think you wanted people to know yet, and there is no way I can hide my feelings from my Mom." He pulled back and looked at me intently. "If you're willing to deal with a parental interrogation, then lets do it. I would be proud to introduce you to my parents." I nodded. I had to stop over reacting, he was just thinking about my feelings and me.

"Okay, that takes care of dinner. So what's the decision on hoops?" he asked.

I smiled broadly at him, excited at the idea of playing ball, and of spending time with Scott. "Lets do it! I haven't had a chance to play basketball in a couple of weeks. I don't imagine there'll be any press around so..."

"No one can prove its you!" he finished for me. That could easily become a habit.

We grinned at each other, then grabbed our jackets and went out to the car. We decided to take Scott's because he knew where we were going. Before pulling away, Scott grabbed me and kissed me deeply, leaving me breathless. "That's to hold you until we're alone again," he said with a wink and started the car. I just leaned back and sighed happily. I was amazed how easy it was to be with Scott, to look into his eyes and not have to hide my thoughts. It was a liberty I'd never had before.

It was only a five-minute drive to the local high school where we were going to play basketball. Scott pulled around to the side of the school and we could see a group of guys passing around a couple of basketballs.

"You ready?" He asked me, squeezing my hand.

"Oh yeah. Let's go kick some ass!" I said and got out of the car. Basketball got me almost as hyped as performing on stage.

We walked over to the others and Scott introduced everyone. The four men were standing in a semi circle so he went around the ring. "Brian, this is Jim, Michael, Jeff and Dan. Guys this is Brian Thomas," he said. I managed not to smile as he used my middle name as a new last name. I'd never even thought about it. We all shook hands.

Scott and I did some warm-ups then we divided into teams; Scott, Michael and I against the other three. Maybe it was because I was so happy, I'm not sure, but I was on a roll. Right from the start, I knew my game was dead on. We won the first game 21 - 13. For the next few games, we alternated two on two, while two guys sat out.

It didn't matter who I was playing with, everything went my way, I made practically every shot and blocked most of my opponents. When it was my turn to sit out, I simply watched Scott. God he was gorgeous, and a very good ball player. I remembered that he'd played in university so it wasn't surprising.

We finally stopped at about one. Most of the other guys had to get home for their Thanksgiving meal, and Scott and I had to go to his parents. Everyone but Michael, Scott and I quickly left. We walked back to the cars with Michael. I shook hand with him then walked over to Scott's car. Scott stopped to talk for a few minutes.

Just as I reached the car, a voice called out, "Good games, B-Rok!"

It was an automatic response to turn around upon hearing my nickname. Only then did I realize that it had been Michael calling to me. It was like the darkest cloud around had suddenly blocked out the sun.

Was my world about to crumble? I slowly walked towards the other two and heard Scott ask, "How did you know, Michael?"

Michael smiled. "Scott, you forget that I have a thirteen year old sister? Her bedroom is plastered with posters of the Backstreet Boys, especially her favorite, Brian `B-Rok' Littrell." Michael finally noticed the looks on our faces and lost his smile. He looked intently at Scott, then at me as I stood beside Scott. I could feel panic beginning to well up and had to fight it down. He realized what was going on.

"Oh!" Michael said.

"Michael, you have to promise that you won't tell anyone, Please?" Scott begged. I couldn't say a word. If I did, I would fall apart. Scott suddenly reached over and took my hand, squeezing it. It was a lifeline to me, and I held on tightly. "Michael, this could destroy Brian's life and the entire band," Scott continued.

Michael had watched what passed between Scott and I. He shrugged, "Who would believe me anyway? I won't say anything," he paused, "On one condition." He looked at me and I waited, dreading what was coming next. "Could you guys send an autographed picture to my sister Kristen?"

I looked up, not sure I had heard him right. "That's it?"

Michael smiled, "That's it." He turned to look at Scott. "Scott, we've been friends a long time. I saw they way you were looking at Brian." I noticed Scott blush. "If my silence keeps that silly grin on your face, then hey, my lips are sealed." Scott returned his smile and held out his hand.

"Thanks Mike."

Michael opened his car door, then stopped. "Now don't forget that picture, eh?" He waved, and drove off.

My heart finally began to beat again as we stood there in the parking lot. Scott regretfully let go of my hand, remembering where we were. I thought I was prepared for being in the public, but I realized that being with Scott had changed things. I looked up as Scott touched my arm. "Let's get out of here, love," he said and we went to the car. We drove back in complete silence.

The second we walked in the door, I turned and flung myself at Scott. "God, I hate this Scott," I whispered, fighting back the tears. He led me to the living room where he sat down, pulling me onto his lap.

"I'm sorry, love. I should have remembered about Michael's sister," he apologized as he stroked my cheek.

I shook my head emphatically. "No Angel, you don't have to be sorry. We can't know everything about everyone. We'll just have to be more careful." I sighed. I wouldn't have him apologize for my celebrity. "What time to we have to leave for your parents' place?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"You still want to go?" he asked.

I looked at him intently, searching his eyes, and somehow finding what I was looking for. "Yes. I think we can trust your parents with the truth, don't you?" he nodded and pulled my face down to his.

We simply necked for a while, then held each other. I rested my head against his shoulder loving the feel of his muscles beneath my cheek. I was completely relaxed when Scott began to run his fingers through my hair. I began to moan softly, it felt so good.

"Love," he said softly into my hair.

"Mmm," I murmured. His hand in my hair was doing things to my entire body.

"If we're still planning on going to my parents', I need to take a shower and change," he whispered.

"So who's stopping you?" I suddenly asked, moving my hands over Scott's body. I was wide-awake now and wanted to have some fun. I slid off Scott's lap, and straddled him. "I certainly wouldn't try to stop you from taking a shower so you smell more presentable for you mother." I said as I ran my hands down his defined chest to his waist. I grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and pulled up. Scott helped by leaning forward. I tossed the shirt over my shoulder and returned my attention to the smooth, bare skin before me.

I began at his throat, planting tiny kisses out to his shoulder, then back again. As I kissed him, I began to hum, As Long as you Love Me. Scott leaned back against the couch enjoying my touch. Once done with his throat and shoulders, I slowly began to work my way down. I licked down the center of the perfect chest, then turned my attention to his nipple, running my tongue around it. I let my instincts guide me, and knew I was doing okay when Scott let out a low moan. He shivered as I moved to the other nipple. I could feel his erection growing beneath me.

"Brian," he said softly and I lifted my head to look into his eyes. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

I smiled and heard him gasp. "I think I have a pretty good idea, if this lumpy seat I'm sitting on is any indication," I said with a laugh.

A few seconds later, Scott grabbed my arms and rolled over, pinning me to the couch. "You know, I'm going to have to tell my mother that you tried to stop me from going for dinner," he said with a semi-straight face.

"Oh, please don't. Please don't tell," I begged. "I'll do *anything* you want, Angel, just don't tell your Mom."

"Anything?" he asked with a wicked grin.

I grinned back; knowing exactly what he was thinking and thinking the same thing. I nodded, "Anything!"

Scott leaned in, kissing me softly before whispering, "I'll hold you to that, Love." He let go and headed for the shower. As soon as he left, I missed his touch. The intensity of what I was feeling was frightening and exciting at the same time. I remained in the living room until Scott finished his quick shower. Then I went into the bathroom, while Scott dressed.

I joined Scott in the living room a little while later. I had put on some gray pants and a white turtleneck. He was wearing green and black, and looked delicious.

Scott had told me it was a thirty-minute drive to his parents. As we drove, I asked Scott about his family. He told me about his older sister Liz, her husband Denis and their young son Andre, as well as his older brother Charlie and his wife Carrie, and his kid sister Sheri who was away at university. Scott's Mom, Louise was a registered nurse, while his Dad, Richard, worked for the government in natural resources. He had a couple of Aunts and uncles but no other immediate family. He said it would probably only be his parents and us for dinner.

About halfway there, Scott put a CD in the player, fast-forwarding it. "Brian, would you tell me about this song?" he asked quietly. I listened as the first notes of my song began and I smiled. "It's yours, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes. How'd you know?"

He shrugged. "As soon as I heard it, heard your voice, I just knew. The words sound like you, love, respect, gratitude."

How well he knew me already. I smiled over at him. "That's basically what it's about. Most people think it's about my heart problem and surviving the surgery. In part, I guess it is. But it's more than that. I realized that I was gay about a year after the band formed. I don't know if you can imagine what I felt like. My family is very religious and I was sure that they would turn their backs on me if they knew. So, I didn't tell anyone. For almost five years, I lived the lie everyone wanted. Eventually it started to eat at me. I became nervous, stressed out. I wasn't eating or sleeping properly. About a month before the surgery, I had a mini breakdown. I left the band and went home. Obviously, Mom knew something was wrong. Finally I told her."

I paused to take a deep breath. "I told her and waited for her to yell at me, throw me out. But I underestimated her." My smile returned as I remembered very clearly that day. "She was surprised, and disappointed. But the first thing she said was `Brian, I love you and I always will, no matter what.' It took a little while for her and my Dad to come to terms with it. But never once did they say, `You're sick' or `it's not natural.'" I looked over at Scott. "THAT'S what the song is really about. She continued to love me." The tears had formed in my eyes as I remembered the unbelievable relief that I'd felt having finally told Mom the truth. Scott reached over and took my hand, holding it for the rest of the drive.

TBC

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