Firstly, I want to say I do not know nor do I make any presumptions about the sexuality of the Backstreet Boys nor any other celebrities who may appear in this story. This story is entirely the product of the sick imagination of the author.
Secondly, you should know that I am English, I live in London, and that is where at least the first couple of chapters are set, sorry, but it's the only city I really know well enough to describe in great detail!!!
There's also a couple of things I'd like to say to any authors out there, read a couple of stories like Forever, Josh and Just, My New Life, Brian and Justin, and there's probably a few others I can't think of, but they are great stories, especially Forever (but I advise you not to read Equilibrium - it's a bit too depressing for my liking, and it hasn't been finished which is really annoying), it is a really beautiful story and addresses so many emotions it's incredible - trust me, it is the Holy Grail of the Nifty author.
Oh yeah, I'd also like to thank Jimmy for writing to me so much about this story, I pray that his back surgery goes ok, and keep on searching I'm sure you'll find him.
On The Streets - Part 9
Amazingly enough we didn't get spotted at Liverpool Street, we went down the escalators and hopped onto the first circle line train. [Authors note: For a copy of the London Underground map, you can see it on www.allzones.com] It headed off towards King's Cross and we were almost there in about 10 minutes.
"Hey A.J.," I got his attention. "If you ever want to go to a really great club, you could try this stop." We pulled into Farringdon. "There's a club called Fabric here which rocks!" A.J. smiled and sat back in the seat.
"You shouldn't have done that." Kevin whispered in my ear. I looked up at him confused. "He'll want you to take him." I smiled up at him and nodded. I wasn't too bothered by that - I loved the place. I had the feeling that if anything A.J. would be a bit overwhelmed - you know those platforms in clubs that people dance on? Fabric is like one huge platform - everyone's there to show off and everyone is there to see who can have the best time, consuming alcohol like its mother's milk and drugs like aspirin.
"Yeah, sure, I'll have to take him some time." Kevin looked shocked for a moment and then just shrugged. It was only about 10:15 by now as we pulled into King's Cross. Now, a long walk to the Piccadilly Line. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around and it was Tim. Tim was one of my best friends. While I had been a loner on the streets, Tim was always there to give me a hand. He didn't seem to get depressed and he made a bit more money than me by busking on the underground. He could really play anything, but he played the violin today. There's nothing like hearing a violin down the London Underground - the sound echoes down all the halls. The only way to not hear the sound is if you get close enough to one of the other 'busking spots' that you can no longer hear it. He had a skateboard tucked between his legs. He saw me eyeing it and he smiled at me.
"Just leave it with Jeremy will you? He's down by the Piccadilly Line, so you'll see him, he's playing his trumpet." I nodded and grabbed the skateboard.
"Anyone want to join me." I was surprised at Nick - I thought he was the big kid in the group. Instead Kevin joined me, and I will tell you it was not funny two men of our size trying to skateboard together, and I don't care how graceful he was, he was not a good skateboarder. But the tunnels on the Underground are so long and smooth that it's hard not to stay upright. As we went around corners we even went up the sides of the tunnels a bit. Kevin was almost screaming in my ear - he was loving it. When we saw the sign for Piccadilly Line we stopped and I handed over the skateboard. Jeremy seemed shocked to see me, but I wasn't gonna explain why I had this gorgeous guy holding on to me on the back of a skateboard now was I? the other guys eventually caught up with us and we waited on the Piccadilly platform for about 3 minutes before a southbound train came along. We got off at Covent Garden. I had picked up a few tricks here when I first got started, but being the cultural and shopping centre that it is, most of the people were here for a reason, not looking for a quick blowjob like the people who wander around in Piccadilly.
I had agreed with the guards in the lobby that we could split up into twos - A.J. and Howie, Nick and Brian and me and Kevin. Each group would have two guards except ours of course which would only have one. We started splitting up, but then I noticed Kevin was hanging back and talking with Mark. I looked confused for a second then I saw Mark join A.J. and Howie and Kevin came running towards me. "Why has Mark gone with them? You don't have a bodyguard now!"
"A.J. is spotted more easily than the rest of us, he needs more protection, and besides I'm hardly ever spotted at all - as far as most of our fans are concerned, I'm almost retirement age!" I looked at him sceptically.
"So, where did you want to go, it's only 10:20, we can go wherever you want."
"How about we just walk around a bit first and we'll see what's around?" I nodded and we headed off down the hill from Covent Garden tube station. Being a weekday and not particularly close to a holiday, the only people out en masse were rich housewives, though there were a few men thrown in. I noticed people eyeing up both me and Kevin and I knew that if he hadn't been there I could have picked up either male or female and got £100 off of them at least. We turned the corner and walked along a colonnaded section of walkway. It was quite warm, so Kevin was only in short sleeves, and then he saw something that caught his eye - the Covent Garden Opera House. Now I knew this place was world famous, I just didn't think Kevin would know about it - I guess the classical/pop mix just didn't go over in my head. I turned to him with a confused expression on my face. He just laughed at me and dragged me in through the glass revolving doors. He went up to the counter and bought tickets for Purcell's Dido and Aeneas - I was surprised, he said he wanted British culture and he goes right for the British composer. He obviously knew about this stuff. I had never even been in this place before, and frankly, it gave me the creeps! We entered the first auditorium and there was already music playing. Have you ever noticed that when you enter the cinema or a theatre late you always feel like every single person in the place is watching you if you've been incredibly quiet and you know for a fact that no-one has even noticed you. Kevin and I were sat next to each other about 20 rows from the front. They were good seats - close enough to listen calmly, but not too close so that you get blasted away by the singers' voices. All in all, the music wasn't that bad. Typical classical music - quite relaxing with its moments of sheer madness and it has certain parts of its melodies which wouldn't be out of place in a modern pop song. I couldn't really see Kevin's face through the curtains of hair which now hung down on either side, but if I sat forward enough I could just see into his eyes without him noticing. There was a film of water over them, I could see that he loved this music. I knew the story - I read the Aeneid when I was at University, but I didn't even know until today that it had been set to music. About halfway through I could see Kevin's hand shaking slightly - he really liked this music. I leant over and whispered in his ear.
"What's the matter Kev?" He turned to look at me and I could see a few tears running down his face. I reached up and wiped them away.
"Nothing, it's just I always get a bit emotional when I hear such great music." He turned back to the front and I sat there with my mouth open - I had never seen someone who was so struck by a piece of music. I reached over and grabbed his trembling hand in mine and I moved his hand and mine to the armrest where I interlocked our fingers. He squeezed back thankfully and continued to watch the show on stage.
At the end of the performance, I stood to leave with the other patrons, but Kevin held me down for a moment. "I need to go to the bathroom - I can't let the guys see me like this, we've only got 10 minutes before we have to meet them for lunch." I nodded and once the majority of people had left we went out a side door and made our way to the closest toilets. Kevin and I went in and went to the bank of wash basins on one side. Kevin washed his face and I got him some tissues. After a couple of minutes we were done and he looked his normal self. "Thank you Jared, for bringing us here, I really enjoyed it and I want to pay you back somehow."
"You don't need to Kevin. You arranged for me to get a job, you've done enough already." I pulled him out the opera house and we walked back up the hill to the tube station. The other guys were already waiting for us there. A.J. had apparently been caught - he was surrounded by 10 or 15 girls, and the bodyguards were having fits trying to make sure the other guys weren't noticed and keeping an eye on A.J.. I saw the problem and went over to the group of girls and started whispering into their ears, and one by one they peeled off from the group, sometimes taking one or two friends with them. Eventually A.J. was left with one girl who get her pad signed and then, noticing she was all alone, ran off after her friends. Mark came up behind me.
"How the hell did you do that man? It would have taken us time to get rid of them, and probably some force, what did you whisper to them?" I just smiled back and walked into the station. The others all followed me and we climbed onto the next train along the Piccadilly line southbound. We headed towards Green Park. When we pulled into the station, I turned to Kevin and said to him: "Do you know why Green Park is called Green Park?" He shook his head. I pointed out a notice board on the wall and told him to read it. After a minute or so, he finished and he looked disgusted, I should have really mentioned that it's called Green Park because it's so green, I also didn't mention that it was so green because right underneath is a huge plague pit where the dead from the 1665 breakout were all buried in a mass grave with an estimated 18,000 dead under there. [to put that in perspective, there were 26,000 dead at the battle of Gettysburg, not that different is it considering that Green Park is only one of the plague pits in London!] I laughed at Kevin's expression. We changed lines to the Jubilee line and went up to Swiss Cottage. Once there I offered them a choice - pick a country and you can have the cuisine from that country. You see, the name is a bit deceptive - Swiss Cottage probably has every country's cuisine in some form or another. Howie tried to be smart, so he shouted out German. I pointed him across the street and told his bodyguard where it was. They went. A.J. tried to be a bit smarter so he shouted out Japanese. I smirked and Kevin also sniggered which I thought must have made A.J. feel really stupid - we were standing outside a Japanese restaurant. Brian said Italian - careful Brian don't strain yourself. He was pointed to a nice little Italian place round the corner. Then Nick, who had been in deep contemplation for the last few minutes said Mongolian - trust him to be different. I took him there myself. He was a little shocked at first, but he buttoned up and walked in. I knew the hostess there, and walked in with Nick. Kevin said that he didn't want Mongolian, but I told him I was just going to talk to the hostess.
"Hey Kwana," she greeted me back. "You know the guy who just walked in, well could you make sure you don't give him anything too hot, too spicy or anything that's likely to burn him because he's a singer?" She nodded vigorously and went to join Nick at his table. Nick's bodyguard and another one, presumably Kevin's joined him at the table. I walked out and joined Kevin again. "So, Kevin, what do you want for lunch?"
"You." I blushed a deep crimson. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter. "Hey, come on, I was kidding, don't worry!" He smirked. I liked it when he grinned like that. "I'd love to have whatever you want." I smiled back at him and we turned the corner once, twice, three times. We walked into a little side entrance into a kitchen of a restaurant. Kevin quickly grabbed my arm. "Are you sure we're supposed to be in here?" I smiled again and quickly went up to a chef and spoke to him in whispered tones. He nodded back to me and we walked into the restaurant proper. I could see Kevin visibly relax: the place was not only dark, but there was almost nobody in here. We sat down at a table for two. "Are you going to tell me what you whispered to those girls." I smiled back at him and started to answer:
"You noticed how that group of girls were the only ones of that age that we saw today? It's because it's a school day." Kevin nodded. "Well, there's only school nearby and I just told them that if they didn't fuck off then I'd tell their headmistress that they were skipping school and they'd be in shit. I knew their headmistress from when I was teaching." Kevin snickered slightly and shook his head.
"You really told them to fuck off? In those words?"
"Yeah, they're from North London, it's where I grew up, they have foul mouths on them." I smiled back at him, slightly pathetically I thought, but Kevin just nodded and turned back to me again.
"What is this place?"
I smiled and answered "Egyptian cuisine." He smiled back.
"Well, I would have preferred something English!"
"The most popular dish over here is curry."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope, the most commonly eaten dish in England is Curry." I laughed a bit at that. He joined in.
Our food arrived a minute or two later, and Kevin ate it quicker even than he ate breakfast. "That was good. I'll have to try this again sometime!" I smiled at him again. I was glad he was having a good day. Suddenly Kevin's phone started ringing. He answered it and with hushed tones I heard him ask who it was. It was Brian wanting to know where we were - he had finished and he and Nick had met up and were waiting for us. We got up and started to walk out. Kevin pointed out that we hadn't paid yet. So, as we left, I told Kevin to turn around. There, standing at the front of the restaurant was the owner's son - a close associate of mine. Kevin looked at him and gulped. I have to admit that Ashepo was hot - he stood about 5'8", but he had a body to die for, biceps the size of my thigh, tight white tshirt and slim waist. He had a great ass too.
Kevin shook his head, almost sadly, then walked out. I walked out after him. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him for just dismissing my previous job, or whether I should just admit that my life up until now had been pretty shit. I walked just behind him back to the tube station where the other guys had now gathered.
"Everyone enjoy their lunches?" There were murmurs of agreement, even from the bodyguards who I presumed had joined their charges in their meals and we boarded the tube. We made our way back to the hotel and I wasn't sure still how to feel about Kevin and how he shook his head at the restaurant, but I chose to think about it later. I was pretty tired and it was only 3:00 - I could do with a nap!
I woke up about 4:30 to find myself in an empty bed. Kevin's clothes were gone and when I stumbled out the bedroom, it appeared that there was no-one home. I finally walked into the living room and on the table was a note from Kevin.
--- Gone to the interview, sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up, but we were running late and I didn't have the heart to wake you. We should be back by 5:30, hope you are ok, speak to you soon. Love, Kevin ---
I went back to bed. It would have been nice if he was there when I had woken up. Hold on! What am I talking about:
I am a prostitute. This guy picks me up off the street 5 days ago, we fuck and then I leave. He calls me again we fuck then we agree that I'll pretend to be his boyfriend because his friends catch us, and it goes on like this for most of the day. At the end of the day his friends find out about us, but Kevin manages to explain my situation and even starts to think about offering me a job. Hold on what the hell? Why the hell should he think that the job he can offer me is any better than the one I've already got? Why should I be a towel monkey for these 5? Then he arranges for the job and I agree! Why the hell did I do that? I'm still a prostitute! I agreed to work for Kevin until Saturday - it's only Thursday today, so I'm still working for him. I've got to stop letting how I feel about this guy muddle up with how I work. But then again, maybe he thinks I'm no longer working for him as I accepted the job. Man there are so many things I need to think about, and to ask Kevin about. I hope he understands, hold on why should I care, because I want him, why, because he's intelligent, and handsome and talented and he thinks the same about me. That's it, he respects me. But he still shook his head about my job. Maybe he doesn't respect me - why the hell not? What I was doing before was honest work! I was getting paid to do something - it's more than I can say for him, he dances around on stage for a dew hours a week and gets paid thousands for it. I shouldn't think like that. I know I only resent him cos I wish I had that kinda money. I've got to talk to Kevin, soon...
To Be Continued... End of Part 9 Once Again, a short chapter, and I am really sorry, but today (24th) has been really hectic, and I've tried to write more, but I just can't think of what to write with everything that's going on. I hope you guys out there can forgive me. Oh yeah, feeling a bit emotional today too. Guess it's seeing all my family. I still have trouble talking to them about girlfriends - does anyone else have any tips on how to get out of that conversation? Anyway, being like the youngest member of my family I get to act like the big kid tomorrow, so I'm gonna be bouncing around asking everyone for presents (just kidding!) and seeing if I can stuff my gob with the most food. I hope everyone has a real good Christmas this year, and I hope Jimmy is doing ok in hospital after his back surgery. I hope he has fun reading this when he gets out - email me Jimmy! But most of all I just want to let everyone know that since I started writing on the Nifty Archive, I've felt a lot better about myself and I would recommend it to anyone who is not feeling too good about who they are. It's very therapeutic and can make you feel really good to get things out and to tell other people a story that they enjoy. And what harm can opening up your email inbox and finding a dozen messages from people you don't know who are saying they love you do??