Millennium Love

Millennium Love Brian Part 16

Millennium Love Part 16

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Author's Notes: Remember email is ALWAYS welcome!

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 viewpoint 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.

If some events don't coincide with real events remember, it's only fiction!

P.S. (Having never been to Kentucky, I may have made it a warmer place than it should be for the time of year that the story takes place - but it fit with how I wanted the story to go - so deal! ;-)

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 any previous parts of this story- I'm a gal!!)

(Previously)

I silently followed behind, and watched as he went through the sliding doors onto the veranda. He slowly walked along the veranda to the back where a number of people were swimming and playing horseshoes. I couldn't torture him anymore and crept up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and whispering in his ear, "Miss me, Angel?"

Part 16

Scott swung around and threw his arms around me. God it felt so good to be back in my Angel's arms. I held him tightly; not willing to ever let him go again. I hadn't realized how long six weeks was until now. My heart felt like it exploded.

Scott leaned back against the rail, holding me, burying his face in my neck. "I love you Brian. I don't think I can ever go that long again without seeing you. Everyday I'm not with you, a little piece of me dies," he whispered and I could hear his sorrow; a sound I never wanted to hear again.

The tears were running down my face as I pulled Scott back so I could see those beautiful eyes. "I know Angel. I promise, no matter what, we won't let it go that long ever again. Without you near me, my soul doesn't know how to soar. I'm sorry this hurt you so much." I wanted to make his tears disappear.

I pulled his lips to mine and we kissed. A sweet, loving kiss without demands. We were oblivious to everything around us. All I could think about was how much I'd missed him. I tried to memorize every line on his face; the laugh lines around his eyes, a little scar above one temple.

We stood there, staring into each other's eyes, our souls silently communicating.

Finally, we both realized that someone was talking to us. I pulled back when I realized that much of my family had finally decided they wanted to meet Scott. A group of them stood around us, smiling.

Scott blushed and I laughed, remembering how much I'd missed that. I stood on my toes to whisper in his ear, "Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you blush?" I succeeded in making him blush more.

I turned around and leaned against the railing beside Scott, putting my arm tightly around his waist. Scott put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned into him loving the feel of his body next to mine. I looked at my family and said proudly, "Everyone, this is Scott Waters."

As I knew they would be, my parents stepped forward first. Scott tensed up a little as he realized who they were. Mom spoke first.

"Scott, it's so nice to finally meet you. We've heard so much about you."

Scott smiled and shook her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Littrell."

"Please call me Jackie," she said and Scott nodded.

My Dad held out his hand, which Scott accepted. "Welcome to our home, Scott. We're happy you could be here," he said and I knew he meant it.

"Thank you Sir." Scott replied and everyone laughed.

"My Father is Sir, Scott. Call me Harold."

I hoped we wouldn't have to introduce everyone right then, because I needed more time with Scott, alone. My Mom noticed that and took control as dusk settled in.

"I'm sure Brian will introduce Scott to everyone throughout the next couple of days. But I think we should all go have dinner now and give these two some time to catch up. I think we've intimidated Scott enough for now," she finished, smiling at Scott before turning to herd everyone around the veranda to the front of the house where a number of picnic tables sat, loaded with food.

I looked at Scott carefully and when he looked down at me I asked, "You okay?" His reply was a kiss.

"I didn't think you were going to be here until tomorrow," he said suddenly remembering.

I grinned sheepishly. "Well, that's how it was looking, but when I'm motivated, you'd be amazed how well I can sing. We made it through all the vocals in one take each." I laughed. "I don't know what the producers thought, but we started early this morning and finished by noon. I managed to sneak onto a flight in the early afternoon."

Another thought occurred to him. "Did Kevin know you were going to be here today?" he asked suspiciously.

I nodded, "I called him when you were on the plane. Don't be mad at him. I told him I wanted to surprise you."

Scott just laughed and hugged me. "You certainly did that."

I leaned into him and ran my fingers through his maze of curls, sending shivers through him. It amazed me that I did that to him. "Why don't we go get some plates and food, then find a quiet place to eat, just the two of us."

Scott smiled, his eyes lighting up and took my hand. "Sounds perfect, Love."

We walked hand in hand along the veranda to the front of the house. About thirty members of my family were here for the family gathering. We would have our huge Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.

Everyone was either standing in line to fill their plates or already seated at extra picnic tables and chairs. I was grateful that they gave Scott and I some privacy; no one approached us, realizing that I would eventually introduce my boyfriend to them at some point.

I handed Scott a plate then took one for myself. As was normal at a Littrell gathering, the amount of food was amazing. We could probably have fed the entire BSB road crew with some left to spare.

We piled the food high on our plates until nothing more could be added. I took Scott's free hand and led him away from the house. I wanted to show him *my* spot. We walked down the path to the stream and followed its meandering path until we came to a huge black willow tree. There was an iron and wood bench beneath its overhanging branches. We stopped and sat down, resting our plates on our knees.

Scott looked around. "This is beautiful, Brian," he said softly.

I smiled. "I knew you'd like it. It was this spot which helped me decide to buy the ranch," I told him.

He looked over at me. "You bought this place?"

I laughed at his expression. I guess I'd never mentioned that I'd bought the place for my parents and for me. "I bought it for my parents, for the entire family. We can all come here and be ourselves. The outer fence is electrified, and with the gates, it gives us absolute privacy," I explained and I could see that Scott understood.

We sat quietly and devoured everything on our plates until we were absolutely stuffed. I took Scott's empty plate, put it on mine and set them on the ground. I curled up on the bench resting my head on Scott's lap and looking up into his incredible eyes.

"I had no idea how much I missed you until I saw you and it felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted from my heart," I told him softly.

He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled gently. "I know the feeling, Love."

This wasn't enough. I wanted more. I sat up, kneeling on the bench and facing Scott. Our eyes met. Slowly I moved my lips to his. We explored each other, as we had when we first met. Kissing lips and eyes and chins and ears. I changed my position to sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed him deeper, allowing my tongue to roam freely in his warm mouth. Scott matched my intensity. I moved my hands to his waist and worked them under his shirt so I could feel his skin beneath my hands. Once in a while, I stopped to say `hi' to each nipple. Scott was shuddering and breathing hard. So was I.

Finally, Scott pulled back. Both of us were flushed and panting. I looked deep into Scott's eyes and, seeing all the love there that I was feeling, told him what I wanted. "I want to make love with you, Scott." I said softly. I ached from wanting to know more about this man, to know him completely.

"Soon, Love," he breathed. "I don't think anyone in your family would appreciate us doing that right now." Scott grinned. "Especially if someone comes to look for us."

Horrible visions flashed before me at the thought of my mother finding us in the middle of lovemaking. I had to grin at Scott. "Hmmm, Suddenly I don't feel so amorous," I said. "Why don't we head back to the house and I'll introduce you to some of the clan?" I asked, then slid off his knees, holding out my hand.

Scott picked up the empty plates and grabbed my hand. We followed the path back towards the house. It was completely dark outside now, but the expertly installed hidden lights along the path lit our way perfectly.

As we approached the house, we could see everyone sitting in the backyard around a roaring bonfire.

"Brian, why don't you go find us a seat, and I'll take these dishes inside?" Scott suggested.

"Okay, but don't be too long," I said, kissing him before releasing his hand. I went over to where everyone was sitting and wandered around until I found Kevin.

I squatted down beside Kevin's chair. "Hey Kevin, how would you feel about playing some guitar for me? I want to sing `My Angel, My Heart' for Scott."

Kevin smiled at me. "Sure B. I'll go get the guitar and meet you back here in a couple of minutes." He walked back to the house. I looked around for Scott but didn't see him. I knew he hadn't been shown the entire house, so decided to go look for him in case he got lost. (Not that the house was *that* big, but I missed him!)

I walked down the hall to the kitchen and could hear my Mom talking. I stood outside the door and listened for a moment.

"Then, about seven weeks ago, I went to Orlando. The boys had just come back from a trip to Canada. I asked them where my son was, because the man calling himself Brian wasn't the Brian I'd become used to. This new Brian was much like the Brian of five years ago. He had a sparkle in his eyes; he was laughing, relaxed and had a permanent smile on his face. For the first time in a *very* long time, he was happy." I heard her walk over to where Scott was standing. "You are *the* reason for that happiness. So, to answer your question, Scott, I'm very okay with you being here because all I want, all I've ever wanted, is for Brian to be happy." I decided to make my presence known and walked through the doorway just as Mom stood on her toes and kissed Scott's cheek.

"And I am happy, Mom," I said, letting them know I'd heard part of the conversation.

They both turned to look at me. I walked over to Mom and hugged her. "I love you Mom," I said softly.

She kissed my forehead. "I love you too. Now both of you get out of here so I can do some work." She took Scott's hand and put it in mine before pushing us gently towards the door. That little gesture told me she accepted Scott.

We walked down the hall to the back door where Scott stopped and pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry Love," he whispered, still fighting back tears. "I had no idea it was so bad for you."

I pulled back and looked lovingly into his beautiful face. "Oh, but it was worth it, because it led me to you my Angel." I said simply, loving him more than ever.

We went out to join the others around the bonfire.

I introduced Scott to my grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles as we worked our way through the maze of chairs to an empty lounge chair I'd specially selected. Scott sat down and I walked over to one of the chairs in front of the fire, facing out. Kevin walked over and sat down beside me, his guitar in hand. Everyone went silent.

"About a month and a half ago, I wrote a new song," I spoke softly, but the only sound to compete was the occasional crackling from the fire. "Kevin and I have been working on it since then. While its certainly not finished, I wanted to sing it tonight because I wrote it for my angel, Scott, who is here with me tonight after too long apart." I took a deep breath; suddenly nervous knowing that Scott was here.

Kevin began strumming the guitar. I felt Scott's eyes on me, and I closed my eyes to say a brief prayer before opening them and looking at my Angel. I began to sing. The words flowed out of me and into the darkness. The intensity of my feelings exuded from the words, wrapping the firelight around them and trailing the dancing flickers across the lawn. Unchecked tears streamed down my face as I felt every word deep within my soul. I barely noticed the stillness of everyone else, so entranced by Scott's gaze.

Kevin joined me to sing the chorus, and our voices harmonized perfectly. As I sang the last words, and Kevin played the last note, no one moved, waiting for the echoes to fade, taking some of the emotion with them. We both looked up and smiled as everyone began to clap and congratulate us. I thanked Kevin for his help and walked over to Scott, wiping the tear streaks from my face.

I sat down on the lounger between his legs and leaned back against his solid chest. Scott wrapped his legs around mine and his arms around my chest, hugging me tightly to him. He bent to my ear. "Thank you, my love. You left me speechless," he whispered, his voice shaking.

I tipped my head back and looked into his soul. "I don't need words to read what's in you heart, my angel," I said sweetly. He stole a kiss.

Scott kissed the top of my head and I snuggled back. We simply sat and stared into the fire, enjoying the feel of being in each other's arms.

A few minutes later I heard Kevin speak from beside us.

"So, is it safe to sit down?" he asked. I didn't even open my eyes, too comfortable where I was.

I guess Scott nodded, because I heard him say, "I'm too happy right now to be mad at you Kevin."

"Good. Now that you're here, maybe Brian won't be such a bitch." Kevin said as I heard him sit down.

"Hey! I can still whip your ass, cus," I said without ever moving a muscle. "Course, that won't be till tomorrow because I'm not moving tonight."

Kevin and Scott laughed at me but I didn't care. We sat there in a companionable silence.

I heard someone approach us, and recognized my brother's voice. "Hi, guys," he said.

I finally stirred, as far as opening my eyes and smiling at Harold. "Hey big Bro, wassup?" I asked.

Harold smiled at me. "Actually, I'm here to apologize to Scott," he said and I turned to look at Scott, wondering what had happened. Harold explained. "When we met in the hallway earlier, I didn't mean to come across as rude. I just didn't want to talk to you because I was afraid I'd spoil Brian's surprise. I'm truly happy you're here Scott. I think everyone is glad they have a chance to meet the person who could dig deep enough and bring the old Brian back to us all."

"Thank you Harold. That means a lot," Scott said sincerely. I was happy nothing serious had happened. I closed my eyes again and just enjoyed feeling arms around me.

I heard people gradually leave, until the only sounds were our two heartbeats. The fire had died down to almost nothing. Everything was perfect.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we could stay like this, here, forever?" I asked suddenly.

I felt Scott shiver. "That might just happen if it gets any colder tonight." He said into my hair. I felt his hands, and found that they were icy.

I turned to look at him. "Are you cold?"

He hugged me tighter. "Well I don't have the benefit of nice warm arms around me, do I?"

That wouldn't do. I slid out of the warmth of his arms and realized that it was cold out. Once off the chair I took Scott's hand and began walking towards the house. I led him up the stairs and into our bedroom. I closed the door, and walked back to Scott. Kneeling on the floor, I untied his shoes, then reached up to unbuckle his belt, followed by the button and zipper of his pants. He stepped out of the shoes and pants as I kicked my shoes off and took off my pants. We both had t-shirts and boxers on.

I took his hand again and walked him over to the side of the bed. I pulled back the blankets and pushed him down onto the mattress. I crawled over him to the other side, climbing under the blankets. I curled up to his back, until my body touched every part of his.

"Is this better, Angel?" I asked softly, laying my hand on his chest.

"Perfect," he sighed, and covered my hand with his.

Our breathing evened out and we drifted into a peaceful sleep.

TBC