Millennium Love -7-8 Scott

Millennium Love Parts 7 & 8 - Scott

Author's Notes: First, thanks to my one loyal reader for sending me email. :(
Okay, I never thought I'd have to do this but...PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send me some email if you're reading this story.

There, that was me begging! ;-P

Second, 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 7 & 8 - Scott

(Previously)

I reached the hotel with five minutes to spare. The butterflies were still fluttering in my gut, but I ignored them. I found an empty parking spot, then walked into the hotel. There were about one hundred young female fans on the sidewalk outside. The doorman didn't try to stop me (I guess he thought only girls were Backstreet fans!). I gave them my name at the front desk and once I showed them photo I.D., I was handed a card key. It would allow me access to the private elevator and the twenty-first floor suite.

Once on the elevator, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Before I knew it, the bell dinged and the door slid open.

Part 7

Once on the elevator, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Before I knew it, the bell dinged and the door slid open. Four men immediately stepped onto the elevator, blocking my way.

"Hi Nick, A.J., Howie, Kevin," I said, confused. "What's going on?"

"Hi Scott," Kevin said. "You have to let us blindfold you, okay?"

All I could do was nod. What was going on? Once blindfolded, I was led across the common room and out to the balcony. Kevin showed me to a chair and removed the blindfold.

"You have to promise not to turn around until Brian comes for you."

"Okay," I said and sat back in the chair, which was located near the railing of their balcony. I wondered what Brian was planning. I heard Kevin go back inside and call out, "Brian, your date is here. See you in two and a half." Then I heard the elevator and everything went quiet.

A couple of minutes later, I heard some faint music playing. Straining my ears, it sounded like the *Boys*, but it wasn't anything I'd heard before.

"Scott," Brian said quietly behind me, causing me to jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You can come in now." His voice had taken on a husky tone. I got up and turned around. Through the windows I could see hundreds of lit candles set all over the suite. The orange flickering light cast dancing shadows on the walls. I looked at Brian standing in the doorway dressed in dark blue pants and a white shirt, and tears came to my eyes.

"You did all this, Brian?" I shook my head in amazement as I walked up to him and took him in my arms, hugging him. "When did you have the time?" I asked as we walked into the candlelight, arm in arm. In the center of the room, where the coffee table had been, was a small dining table with candles and two chairs. A number of room service carts surrounded the table. Brian took my hand and led me to the table and my seat. He leaned over and kissed me passionately, taking me by surprise. He walked over to the food and removed the lids.

"We wanted them to think that six people were having dinner, not two, so I think we have almost everything on the menu. What would you like?" Brian asked.

I smiled over at him. I decided to take a chance and say what I was thinking. "I know what I want, but I don't think its on the hotel menu," I said, my own voice sounding husky. Brian blushed and came over to me.

"That's for dessert, angel," he whispered, then walked back to the food. It was my turn to blush.

"Surprise me then, Bri." I could eat cardboard with Brian near me and not even realize it.

We started with a crisp Caesar salad, followed by escargot. The main course Brian selected for me was bacon wrapped filet mignon with wild rice and mixed vegetables. Brian chose chicken Parmesan, baked potato and vegetables. He opened a bottle of red wine and continued to fill my glass as we ate.

I looked across the table at this sweet and sexy man, the candle light flickering in his eyes as our gazes met. "I can't believe you did all this, Brian. Thank you." I choked up on the last two words. No one had ever done something like this for me.

He smiled at me tenderly, "I wanted to show you how much you already mean to me." He got up and walked over to me, kneeling beside my chair. "I know I may be moving too fast, but I have very strong feelings for you Scott," Brian explained as he held my hand. "I don't have much time, we're leaving on Monday, but I want to find out if this, you and I, could be something."

I met his eyes and smiled. "I'll let you know if we're going too fast. I have strong feelings for you too, Brian." I couldn't believe that he felt the same way I did.

He took my hand and we walked over to the couch. We sat down facing each other. I reached over and stroked his cheek, reveling in the feel of his skin beneath my fingers. A new song was playing on the CD and Brian started to softly sing along.

I know the reason why I am alive
And the world is so beautiful tonite
It's a place I've never been
And it comes from deep within
And it's telling me I'm about to win first prize
Knowing all I have to do
Is reach out my hand to you ...

Our eyes locked and Brian stopped singing. We leaned forward and our lips met. The sensation was incredible. We promised love, passion, support, and surprises to each other, simply through our kiss. Our arms wrapped around each other and I leaned back on the couch pulling Brian on top of me. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his face to mine.

"Brian," I whispered, "I've only known you for a day, but my heart has known you forever."

Brian was trembling and I held him tightly. "I feel the same Scott. I've never felt this way before and its overwhelming."

We remained in that position for a long time; holding each other, both coming to terms with our feelings. Finally, Brian broke the silence.

"I wish we had more time right now. I just want to be near you Scott."

"I know, Brian."

"We fly out Monday afternoon, but we're free all day tomorrow." Brian pulled back so he could see my face. "I want to spend every minute I can with you," he said intently.

I smiled and touched his cheek. "Good. Because if you had said you had other plans tomorrow, I was going to demand my air miles back!"

Brian laughed and squeezed me.

It seemed like only seconds later that the elevator dinged and the door opened letting off four young men. Brian and I remained in our embrace on the couch, as the others went to their respective rooms.

"Sorry guys," Kevin said sincerely. "But we have to get ready for the show and be out of here in forty minutes," he paused. "Brian?"

Brian sighed in my arms and rolled off the couch. "I heard you Kevin. I'll be ready."

Kevin went into his room and closed the door. I grabbed Brian's hand. "Why don't you get ready and I'll put out these candles. Then we can be together until you have to leave."

"Okay," he agreed, then paused. "You could come with us tonight, Angel," he suggested.

God I loved how he called me angel. I shook my head. "No my heart, one look at me and people would see how I feel about you. I need some practice at hiding my feelings in public. I'll just watch you on T.V. Now go get ready," I ordered.

"Yes Sir," he said and went into his bedroom.

I began walking around the room putting out candles. I opened the balcony door to allow the smoke out. I stopped counting at two hundred and there was at least double that number. I began to realize how much work Brian and his friends had done. I wiped a tear from my eye.

"You okay, Scott?" Nick asked from behind.

"Yeah. I was just realizing how much effort you all put into this evening for Brian and I." I sat down on the couch and Nick joined me.

"Brian is my closest friend in the world," he said. "Do you know that the others call us Frick and Frack?" I shook my head. "I only want him to be happy, and for some reason, you have made him happier than I've ever seen him. So you be good to him, okay?" Nick said as he started to cry.

I gave him a hug. "I promise Nick, that I will treat him right. He's in my heart. Besides, I wouldn't want you to come beat me up or something," I said and he laughed.

Brian came out of his room a minute later looking incredibly sexy in his Armani suit. The guys were wearing matching suits with different colored shirts. Nick gave Brian his seat, and he snuggled up to me while we waited for the others.

All too soon, everyone was ready and it was time to leave. We started for the elevator but Brian pulled me back. He went over to the stereo and took out the CD that had played during dinner. He walked back to me, pulled my head down and whispered, "Tonight I'm singing to you my Angel." He kissed me and shoved the CD into my hand. We joined the others on the elevator.

This time everyone got off on the main floor. A limo was waiting outside for them. Before the elevator stopped Brian whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow, Angel."

As they exited the elevator, I heard Brian ask Kevin, "Were you able to help me with that plan Kev?" I didn't hear Kevin's response and I didn't know what it was all about.

Part 8

When I got out to my car, I pulled out the CD Brian had given me. It had no labels on it so I just stuck it in the player and began the drive home. The band was scheduled to perform at about nine forty-five which didn't give me much time to get home.

As soon as the first song started to play, I realized that Brian had given me a copy of their unreleased new album. It wasn't scheduled for release until January, almost three months away. I figured out that the first song was called `Larger than Life', and it was good. (I didn't know at the time that Brian had co-written it!). The rest of the songs were just as good. I could hear more maturity in the songs, the arrangements and the harmonies.

Then the final song began and I heard Brian's voice. Somehow I knew that this was *his* song, `The Perfect Fan'. It was beautiful. I had heard that the Littrells were a very close knit family, but the emotion of this song made me realize that there was something more. I would have to ask Brian when I had the chance. I smiled at that last thought. How quickly and easily I had accepted that there was an `us'. I knew I was falling for Brian, but the feeling appeared to be mutual, so I wasn't about to fight it. He was sweet, funny and sexy, and he wanted me.

The Saturday traffic going north was fairly light and I made it home in good time. I took the CD inside with me unwilling to risk it being stolen. I flopped down on the couch and turned the T.V. on. I saw a couple of awards presented but didn't pay attention to who won or for what. Finally the host of the award show came on and announced the next musical guest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, The Backstreet Boys!"

The audience went crazy. I recognized the music instantly - `As Long as You Love Me'. The guys were all lined up on stage. Each had a black folding chair in front. Normally, Nick sings the fist verse, but on this night, Brian started.

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm leaving my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance
How you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
Don't care what is written in your history
As long as you're here with me

Every word Brian sang went straight into my heart. He looked into the camera every chance he got and I knew he was singing to me, just as he'd promised. They continued the song, singing the chorus and doing their choreographed dance with the chairs. Once they were done and left the stage, I had to sit and wait for the Best International Artist award. The camera showed the *boys* standing backstage as their nomination was read.

"And the award goes to ... The Backstreet Boys!"

I watched as the five walked back onstage to accept the award. They each thanked the fans, and family, and God, but I only paid attention to my heart, Brian. As they walked offstage, they each smiled into the camera. Brian walked by last and as he looked into the camera he smiled and said one word. "Angel."

My heart leapt in my chest. God I wanted to see him, now. I wasn't sure I could wait until morning. The awards wrapped up just after eleven. I decided to go to bed. The sooner I was asleep, the quicker tomorrow would come, and I'd get to be with Brian. I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed. I tossed and turned for about an hour, thinking about Brian, but finally fell into a fitful sleep.

I was dreaming again. Brian's warm lips were kissing my ears, my eyes and my mouth. His fingers were running through my hair. He whispered in my ear, "Angel." My eyes sprang open and I turned my head to find my heart's desire lying beside me on the bed. I was sure I was still dreaming. Then he smiled and ran his hand down my chest, across my abdomen until it came to rest on my hardening member. That hand was real! "I told you I would see you `tomorrow', Angel," he said seductively. "And it's now `tomorrow'."

I turned to look at the clock, one am. I had many questions I wanted to ask, but his hand was getting distracting. He continued to rub my growing cock through the blankets and underwear. I took a closer look at him and could see his eyes were wide. He was still very pumped up from the awards show. I decided that if things were going to happen, I wanted to be in control, at least for tonight.

I sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was breathing hard and so was I. Once I had the shirt off, I moved to his pants. Brian stopped his distracting hand motion and stood up, stripping the rest of his clothes off. What a body! Every inch of it was perfectly toned. As far as I was concerned it was the body of a god, a god I couldn't wait to worship. I pulled him down on the bed and leaned over him. Our eyes met and I could see hunger, recklessness and a little fear in his huge blue eyes. I knew he had never been with a man before and I wasn't going to take his virginity tonight, not while he was so wild and reckless.

"Brian," I said tenderly, slowly moving my hands down his body while our eyes remained locked, "Just relax. You're so wound up; you're about ready to break. But I think I can help with that," I added softly as one of my hands found his completely erect member and gently wrapped around it. Brian gasped and his eyes widened.

He let out a deep breath. "Oh God, Angel," he breathed and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the sensations.

It had been so long since I'd made love with someone that I had to force myself to go slow. I wanted to make this a night Brian would never forget. My hand remained wrapped around his throbbing cock, but I started with his lips. I began softly kissing his jaw until I reached his mouth. My lips forced his open and our tongues met. It was electric. Brian's body began to tremble. I kissed him passionately until we were both breathless.

Then I began to move excruciatingly slow down his heated body. I licked my way across his collarbone to his sternum. I planted light kisses straight down to his belly and below, stopping when I reached reddish-blonde pubic hair. Brian's hips arched instinctively. I moved back up to his chest. I gently grabbed one distended nipple between my teeth and he moaned again. He began to beg, "Scott, please." I moved across his smooth chest to his other nipple. Brian began running his hands through my hair, encouraging me. I knew from the hardness in my hand that he was completely aroused. So was I. Giving this man so much pleasure for the first time was incredibly arousing.

Finally, I began to trail kisses downward. Reaching the coarse hair, I kept going. My right hand joined my left around his throbbing organ and began to slowly slide up and down. Brian's entire body was taunt; his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets at his sides. I lowered my head and ran my tongue across the top of his cut penis, licking the sweet precum that was leaking out. Continuing my hand movements, I moved my mouth lower until I found his balls. My tongue began a quick flicking motion across them.

Brian's moans were increasing and his body began thrashing about on the bed. I returned to his member. Slowly I lowered my lips around the tip and began moving down the column, sucking and licking as I went.

"Oh, god! Scott," Brian panted. "Scott, I'm going to explode. Please Scott," he cried out.

I began a rapid up and down motion on his cock, deep-throating it, then pulling all the way off before swallowing it again. Brian's entire body suddenly went rigid and his cock exploded. I greedily swallowed everything he had to give, loving the sweet taste of his juices. Spurt after spurt of warm liquid ran down my throat. All Brian could do was moan in ecstasy, his body out of his control.

Finally the orgasm subsided. The flow of juices stopped but I continued sucking for another minute, making sure I received every drop of this godling's nectar. Finally, I raised my head and looked up at my heart. Brian lay back on the bed, tears streaming down his face. I quickly moved up and took him in my arms, holding his head against my pounding chest, kissing his forehead. I simply held him and stroked his back, letting his emotions and breathing calm down.

"Scott," he whispered.

"Yes, my love?" I whispered back.

"Thank you. I had no idea it could be like that. So intense, so erotic, so ..." he didn't know what else to say.

I gave him a squeeze and said, "It will get better, you know."

Brian pulled back and looked at me. "Is that possible?" he wondered aloud. I wiped the streaks from his face and gently kissed him.

"Yes," I said simply. He put his head back on my chest. I could sense that he was exhausted, but the release he'd just had, had also relaxed him. His breathing soon became rhythmic and I knew he was asleep. I snuggled down in the bed with my godling in my arms and drifted into oblivion.

TBC

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Lyrics are from Spanish Eyes (Millennium) and As Long As You Love Me (the Canadian CD Backstreet's Back or the first U.S. CD) respectively.