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WARNING! PLEASE READ! ======================================================================== The following is intended for mature audiences, and meant for homosexual men ages 18+. Any reposting/reproduction of this story is prohibited without the expressed permission of the author. This story also includes fictional personalities of Backstreet Boys members, and is in no way claiming that any of the Backstreet Boys at any time are in fact homosexuals, or heterosexuals. This story is strictly fictional. If at any time you wish to contact the author, you may do so by sending an electronic mail (email), to him at the following address: gvstories@backstreet-boys.com
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Significant Other Part 2
(Author's note: If you're looking for a quick fix, and an easy session, you've come to the wrong story. This story is meant to touch your heart, not your hard on. Before we begin, I just want to let you all know that this is not my first attempt at writting, although it is my first attempt at an erotic story. Comments and suggestions are more then welcome at the email address stated above. If you're going to flame, at least think about what you're going to flame about, rather then just sending me a lame email. Be prepared to justify your flaming as well!)
I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, I looked at the clock and it read "6:00pm". I quickly got up, unpacked my clothes and proceeded to use the dressers which were available. Once I finished, I picked another one of my new outfits from the drawer, and headed for the shower.
I walked into the bathroom and was suprised to see that I would have to make a difficult decision. Shower, or jacuzzi? I decided to take a shower. I figured there would be more then enough time to *enjoy the jacuzzi.
I finished my shower and got dressed. I was trying to decide on what I wanted to do, when I realized I didn't even know what there was to do yet. So once I was finished getting ready, I went down into the lobby and started to collect brochures. I walked out the front doors and handed my ticket to the vallet attendant. He smiled and walked away, then just as quickly returned with my car. I have him $2 and left. I know it was kind of cheap, but I figured I'd leave him a nice amount on my last day provided I had money left over from my trip.
I started driving down Main St, and passed by many clubs/bars. I planned on visiting most of them, but I was looking for specific ones. More or less, gay bars. Non of the brochures I had gave me information on any gay bars, so I just drove around till I spotted the universal sign. The rainbow flag. I parked up the street and proceeded to the bar.
As I walked into this bar, a huge cloud of smoke enraptured me in it's claws. The music was deafening, and the smell of alcohol was extensive. Over all it was a great place. The music was great, and there were many a cute guys there. I continued along my path to the bar and tried not to look too desperate. Seeing as most of the men there were a tad older then I, I didn't want to be stuck in a situation I didn't want to be in.
As I reached the bar, the bartender approached me from behind the bar.
"What can I get you?" he said looking very tired and as if he h ad been working over 24 hours straight.
"I'll have a Mike's Hard please."
"He's over in the corner waiting for you." he laughed handing me the bottle.
"Thanks." I chuckled.
I walked over to an empty table and seated myself. I just sat there sipping away at my drink while looking around. A waitress came by and asked me if I wanted another, and I gladly nodded my head.
For the next hour or so I just sat there alone listening to the music, staring at all the cute guys when someone at the far end of the bar, more or less in the corner, caught my eye. He was staring at me. I quickly looked away and continued on my drink. A million things began to race through my mind. I quickly glanced over again and noticed he had turned away. He looked very familiar, but I couldn't quite place his face. It must have been the alcohol clicking in.
Another hour went by and I had gotten up to dance a few times, all the while this guy continuesly staring at me. I just shrugged it off and made my way back to the table. I sat there for a bit, finished off my Mike's and looked over into the corner again. He was gone. My heart sank. Was he gone from the bar? Was he on his way over here? Why was he staring at me? Why did I find him so gorgeous? Who was he?
I quickly pulled myself together and left the bar. I walked down the street and around some of the side streets to sober up a bit. Eventually I made it back to my car and headed for the hotel. That guys face would not leave my mind. I thought about him the whole way to the hotel.
As I pulled up to the hotel, there was a car in front of me, so I put the car in park, and I awaited my turn. The car in front of me was a BMW and it made me wonder if it was a celebrity. Instantly my sisters words crept into my head, "Promise me!" I remembered her saying. I closely watched the man get out of his car, and that when I noticed it. It was him! The guy from the bar. 'Oh my god what do I do?' I thought to myself. I calmy sat in my car and awaited my turn. The man handed his keys over, and handed the vallet attendant what looked like a $50 bill, and entered the hotel, disappearing from sight.
I pulled up and awaited the arrival of the vallet attendant. When he came, I took my ticket, handed him a $10, and entered the hotel. God I felt cheap. I entered the elevator, and went into my room. As soon as I entered the room, I stripped and jumped into bed flipping the tv on. I coulnd't concentrate. That mans face kept entering my mind. Then I saw it. It was on tv. His face. I turned the volume up.
"Kevin Richardson, a member of the Backstreet Boys has taken a vacation. Apparently the new video they're working on has really stressed him out. An inside source claims he may have slipped off to NYC for a few days."
I quickly muted the television and was almost beside myself. 'I knew he looked familiar' I thought to myself. And he's staying right here in my hotel. He was in a gay bar! My mind started to race.
Significant Other Part 3
(Author's note: If you're looking for a quick fix, and an easy session, you've come to the wrong story. This story is meant to touch your heart, not your hard on. Before we begin, I just want to let you all know that this is not my first attempt at writting, although it is my first attempt at an erotic story. Comments and suggestions are more then welcome at the email address stated above. If you're going to flame, at least think about what you're going to flame about, rather then just sending me a lame email. Be prepared to justify your flaming as well!)
I awoke this morning at about nine o'clock. I had a strange dream as I slept last night. I dreamt that I had walked over to Kevin at the bar, and that we had talked all night. I sat up in bed still in awe, trying to piece everything together. This was unreal. I still couldn't believe it.
I decided to get up and take a shower, maybe catching another glimpse of Kevin today. I knew it was highly unlikely that I would would meet up with him even for a quick hello, but I was willing to try. What would I say to him even if I did get a chance? I would soon find out.
I finished my shower and dressed, then headed down to the lobby for some breakfast. As soon as I entered the elevator, I noticed that it was not heading down where I was planning on going. It started to move upwards.
I stood in the elevator thinking I'd go up a few floors and then I'd start my downward spiral to the lobby, when I noticed that it was still rising way after floor 17. The elevator finally stopped on floor 22. The doors began to slide open and my jaw dropped.
There was Kevin, standing in front of me. He glanced up then quickly turned away his face turning beet red. I myself quickly looked away as well. He walked in, pressed the button which would take us to the lobby, and the elevator door's closed.
Soon after they re-opened and he walked out into the lobby. I quickly passed him and headed towards the hotel's indoor restaurant.
"Table for 1 sir?" a tiny lady asked me.
"Uh....Yes please.." I said almost forgetting where I was.
She handed me a menu and led me to a table. I sat down and stared out the window for a few minutes. 'Did he recognize me? Is that why he looked away? Why did I look away? Why didn't I say something when I had the chance?' These thoughts flooded my mind, with no apparent answers nearing.
I decided to stop torturing myself, and began reading the menu. At the moment, I didn't feel very hungry, although when I awoke this morning I was starving.
The waitress returned with a coffee, and I ordered 2 eggs, a side of toast, and a side of sausage. She walked away jotting down what I had ordered on a small pad. There was a little magazine rack on the edge of my table, and I began to sift through them. Just then a different waitress came to my table.
"Exscuse me sir."
"Yes?" I said looking up, I almost fainted.
"This gentleman requested to speak with you." she said pointing to Kevin.
"Thank you." I managed to spit out. She then walked away.
"Kevin Richardson." he said extending his hand. I almost passed out right there.
"Uh...um..Rick Krondor." I managed to studder out while extending my hand. His grip was forceful, but gentle at the same time.
"Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?" he asked rather hesitantly.
"Uh..no..sure go ahead." I said pointing to the chair across from me.
"Thanks." he said sitting down.
I tried not stare at him, but I couldn't help it.
"Oh no! I don't have another fat zit on my nose do I?" he said laughing.
"Uh....um...eh.." I blushed.
"Sorry," he laughed, "Just trying to break the ice."
"Oh." I chuckled.
My orginal waitress retuned with my food, and another dish of food. I was about to protest, when she put the other dish in front of Kevin. I looked up at him.
"I already ordered," he smiled "So where are you from?" he asked placing a fork full of of egg's into his mouth.
I just stared at him for a moment, taking in his beauty. I couldn't help it. "London, Ontario." I claimed.
"In Canada?"
"Yes."
"That's great! You here on vacation?"
"Yeah. I...uh...yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh..uh..nothing." I smiled looking down and began eating my breakfast.
We continued to eat our breakfast, occasionally talking about small things like, what it's like where I'm from, and why he's in NYC and not back in LA with the others.
The waitress came and removed our plates.
"Maybe we could get together later for a coffee?" he asked his eyes looked hopeful.
"Uh..sure. I don't see why not." I said, rather excited.
"What's your room number?"
"523"
"Great," he said, "I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you." he shouted as he headed for the elevator.
I just sat there at the table in awe. I couldn't believe it. I actually have a date with Kevin Richardson! This is unbelievable. I went up to the cashier and presented my bill and handed her a $10.
"Your bill has already been taken care of sir." she said smiling.
"Exscuse me?" I said confused.
"The man who joined you for breakfast paid for your bill sir."
"Uh...ok..thanks. Here, give this to my waitress." I said handing her the $10.
I then headed outside and handed my ticket to the vallet attendant and he brought my car around. I hopped and drove away.
I just kept driving and driving. I don't where exactly I planned on going, and whether or not I wanted to go anywhere at all. I just needed time to think. Continued to drive around the city until I came upon a park. It was just a small park with a tiny creek running through the middle. I parked, and began to walk.
As I walked I thought about the last couple of days events in my mind. 'Was this really happening? Or am I just dreaming? What I fall in love with Kevin? Then what? How would everything work out? Would I move away from home permenantly? Would I finish school? Would I need to finish school if I was a super stars *significant other?'
Don't forget to stay tuned for Significant Other Part 4!
======================================================================== Author: Gus Vardas IRC Nick: Chiba-Mamoru/KevinRichardson (On DALnet) email: gvstories@backstreet-boys.com