The Shoot

The Shoot - Part Seventeen by Gboy

DISCLAIMER - I don't know Nick Carter or any of the BSB's or any other celebrity mentioned in this story. If you are under 18 or are offended by the thought of two men engaged in sexual activities then please dont read.

Lep - before you read this, know I listened to everything you said then decided to ignore it!! Sorry!!

PART SEVENTEEN

I stood outside. I took a long drag on the cigarette that hung from my mouth. The sun beat down on my head, making me sweat more than I already was.

I dropped the cigarette but onto the sidewalk and stamped on it. I took a deep breath. He was sitting in there, I was going to see him again. I grabbed the handle of the resturant door. I pulled it open and moved into the noisy room. Scanning the room I saw him. He was a beautiful as the last time I had seen him 18 months ago. I moved slowly through the maze of tables.

"Nick." He turned to me. He stood. His blue eyes, like they used to, penetrated me to my very soul.

"Carl." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. "It's been a long time." He stated as I sat down opposite him.

"Too long." I agreed. I was a bundle of nerves. After we split I felt my world had ended. I had work to keep me busy, but it had still hurt. "You look great." I had to say it, it was true. His blond hair was cut short and his fantastic physique was being excentuated by the tight white Calvin Kline t-shirt he wore.

"You don't look so bad yourself." He looked me up and down. I was wearing a loose red and white checked shirt and tight black jeans.

"Thanks." The pleasantry was a little strained.

"Why has it taken you so long to get in touch with me?" He asked "I know you've seen AJ, cos of Jem, so why not me? Not even Christmas and you missed my birthday."

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me." I managed to spit out "Not after what happened."

"How IS Darren?" He jumped straight to the point

"I don't know." I said honestly "I haven't seen him in months."

"I thought thinks were serious with him?" I had hurt Nick. He still hurt now.

"I thought they were." I couldn't look at him.

"But they weren't?"

"I was surprised with Darren." I didn't want to talk about ex-boysfriends with my ex-boyfriend

"How?" He asked

"He seemed.......I dont know" I started "Deep."

"But he wasnt?"

"All he seemed to care about was sex."

"Not a bad subject." Nick smiled. I loved it when he smiled.

"Yeah but with him sex was just sex." I stared into Nick's crystal clear eyes. "With you it was deeper. More a meeting of souls."

He smiled again, turning my legs to jelly; "You always were an old romantic!"

"I can't help it if I'm a spirtiual guy!"

We talked pleasently for a few minutes before Nick went for the jugular; "How did it happen?" He asked quietly

"How did what happen?" I asked back

"With you and Darren." I could see his eyes moisten. "Why did you forget all we meant to each other?"

"You want the truth?" I asked and he nodded.

SYDNEY AUSTRALIA - 18 MONTHS AGO

It's been a week since I got here. I've not really had a chance to see much of the city. Being stuck in meetings all the time didn't help. Also there was the nagging thought in the back of my mind. Nick. He would always be there, just at the back of my thoughts. I wanted to be with him but, was I taking things too fast? I said to him that first time on the beach that we should take things slowly but that's not how it turned out. Within three months i'd asked him to marry me! Talk about pace! We'd talked on the phone the day before. He was busy with the concert and I was going over some sketches for the video, so the conversation was a bit limited;

"Hey babe." I'd said distracted

"Carl!" He sounded pleased to hear from me. "Um... I'm a bit tied up at the moment. Can I call you back?"

"Sure." I looked up from my sketch disapointed.

"Ok. Love you. Bye." Then the phone went dead. That's twice now. Great. Now what was I going to do? I was expecting to be talking for hours.

The buzzer on my hotel door went. I stood, throwing my pad onto the king size bed that dominated the room, walked over to the door and pulled it open. Darren Hayes. Cute. Intelligent. Damn nice eyes. I had met him everyday for the past week.

"How's it goin'" He asked. I LOVED his accent!

"Oh ya know," I said trying to hide my dissapointment over the phone call and my obvious attraction to Darren.

"Wanna get somthing to eat?" He flashed a smile at me.

"I really should keep working on the storyboard." I tried to sound honest, but I wanted to go with him.

"Come on," He persisted "All work and no play make Carl a dull boy!"

"Fine." I laughed "Anything to get you off my back!"

"Awww, no fair! I like your back."

OK. OK, hold the phone! Was that flirting? Was it? I'd heard rumors, of course. But could Darren be gay? huh?? I decided to test the waters.

"Your's aint so bad either!" I said tentitively

"Well, you never know," He started "After a few drinks I might show it to you!"

Right. Definate flirting! God! I had to control myself. Nick was still my no.1. But he had been funny with me for days. Every time I had phoned we'd either talk for five minutes with him having to rush off somewhere, or he'd end the conversation before it starts. I was going to forget all that. I was going to have a meal with Darren and relax. That's all, no funny business!

The resturant was fantastic. Looking over Sydney Harbour, it was perfect. The lights of the city burned as we ate and drank..... and drank some more.

"You seem distracted." Darren stated as he sipped his third glass of wine.

"I'm not." I looked at him "Honest."

"You don't want to be here." He placed the glass down on the table. "We'll go if you like?"

"No, honestly." I insisted "Ok, so I'm a little distracted but I don't want this to affect our dinner." I placed a fork full of pasta in my mouth and chewed.

"Is it Nick?" He asked piercing me with a look.

"How'd you know about me and Nick?" I was shocked

"I read ya know!"

"Of course. I didn't think about the whole world knowing the in's and out's of my relationships!" I slammed the fork down more loudly than I intended and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it." Darren look a little afraid of me after my sudden and short lived outburst.

"Don't worry about it," I looked out over the moonlit bay."Look's nice tonight. With the moon and all."

"Come on." Darren jumped up throwing a handfull of dollar bills on the table.

"What?" I looked at him as if he'd gone mad.

"I've got a boat moored out in the harbour." He smiled like an excited child at Christmas. "We're going for a spin!"

We got to his mooring place a few minutes after we rushed from the resturant. We were like two kids. It was SO fun! Darren expertly slipped the moors and we floated slowly out into the middle of the harbour. He produced a bottle of champange from the galley of the absolutely massive boat.

"So," He said as we lay on the deck of the Sunseeker power boat, sipping our drinks. "Are you happy?"

"With what?" I asked inoccently

"Life." He parted his full lips and swallowed some of the sparkling liquid in his glass. "Work...... Nick?"

"Why do you have to keep bringing up my relationship?" I asked seriously

"I'm just amazed."

"Amazed? How?"

"Nick came out and you were thrust into the limelight. Which, from the pictures I've seen, you weren't entirely comfortable with."

"I admit, I did think it maybe was a mistake." I sighed "But it's working out for the best."

"Has it?"

"Yes. Nick means more to me now than he ever has." I said in the most convincing voice I could muster.

"You don't sound convinced." The voice obviously didn't work.

"Thing are strained." I looked at him "They are in any normal relationship, but with ours being splashed about for everyone to scrutinise, it's just a bit harder."

"Do you love him?"

"Pardon me?"

"It's a simple question," He said "Do'ya love the guy or not?"

"That's not a question you should be asking." I downed the drink and poured myself another

"Why? Cos you know your trying to fan the flames of a relationship that is already dead?"

"What?!" I asked incredulously "Who the hell are you to disect my relationship?! I hardly know you!"

"You hardly knew Nick when you..... well y'know."

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?!" I stood up, swaying slightly.

Darren stood. Took me in his arms and moved his head into kiss me. He had deepened my doubts over my relationship with Nick. I had only just met Nick a few months ago and now we were planning to get married. Way to fast for me. I had to do something drastic. I couldn't talk to Nick, he always seemed so busy. No time for us. I'd have to think of something.

I kissed Darren back.

I ran my hands up under his tight shirt, popping buttons as I went. His tounge seemed to be possesed. It licked and rolled around my mouth. My hands also seemed to be moving on autopilot. They, first, ripped the remaining buttons off of Darren's shirt then started to unbutton his jeans. Pushing them to his knees I saw for the first time the thing I was willing to risk my engagment for. Darren's dick was at least 8 inches long. I had to have it. I moved, slowly, deliberatly. He was rigid by the time my lips met his hot member.

"Mmmm!" He groaned "That's good!"

My head swam. The alcohol was now taking its full affect.

I continued sucking on Darren. He started to push my head further and further until his cock was nearly all the way down my throat. I thought I was going to choke. I licked. I sucked. I breathed and panted until Darren was on the point of orgasm. Then I stopped.

"What's wrong?" He panted

The words that came out of my mouth sealed the fate of Nick and me; "I want you inside me."

Gently at first, then harder, he pushed into me. I felt my muscles tighten and grip his cock. I moaned loudly as he moved inside me. He kissed the back of my neck before turning my head and pushing his tounge back into my waiting mouth. I gripped one of the padded seats that lined the deck and buried my face into it as he slammed into me.

"He wasn't like you." I said as I ended the flashback. "He was all about himself. You were about us."

"Your telling me," He fixed his eyes on me "you broke my heart cos you were drunk?"

"I'm sorry." I kept his gaze, I wasn't about to be brow beaten. "I made a mistake."

He just kept looking at me. I wanted him to do something. To show some emotion.

"Be angry at me!" I almost screamed "Hate me! Hurt me!"

"How can I do that," He lowered his eyes, breaking contact "when I was doing the same."

I almost missed what he said; "What?" I asked with a puzzled expression on my face.

"I remember that time you phoned." He still would'nt look at me.

"Why didn't you want to talk to me?" I said, though I knew what was coming.

"I was with another man."

ORLANDO, FLORIDA - 18 MONTHS AGO

The preparations for the concert had been going on for months. The artists had only arrived the other day. They were greeted with a large, spectacular stage. It included its own battalion of pyrotechnics, raising platforms and moving walkways. By anyone's standards it was impressive.

Brian pushed open the door to the room he and Nick would be sharing. He threw the bags on to one of the two beds and crashed into the large sofa. Nick came bustling in a few seconds later.

"Hey!" He shouted "How come you get the good bed?"

"Next time...." Brian weezed "Run...... Fat ass!"

"Take that back, bastard!" Nick dropped his cases and rugby tackled the unsuspecting Backstreet Boy. They wrestled for a few minutes before AJ walked in.

"Ooo!" He said leaning on the door way "If I wasn't in a relationship I'd probably join you!"

The boys stopped and quickly removed themselves from the compromising position.

"Y'all are so funny!" AJ cracked up "Look, get your asses ready. We've got to meet the other acts soon."

"Oh great," Nick said sarcastically "I'm REALLY looking forward to that!"

Just as Nick and Brian pushed themselves off the floor, Howie pushed past AJ.

"Hey, a gangbang!" He laughed "How come y'all didn't wait for moi?"

"Shut up D!" Three voices said quite loudly.

Finally Kevin walked in to the room. He stood and looked at the assembled group.

"A gangbang...." He started before AJ interrupted.

"Kev, it's been done!"

Kevin looked unimpressed; "Whatever, we gotta get goin'."

They were shown into the massive green room. Sat on the huge couch's, Shakira was talking on her mobile and Rob Thomas was thumbing through a magazine.

Shakira ended her call, stood and shook the boys hands.

"Hi!" She said with her South American accent "I'm so excited to be working with you!"

Rob Thomas was next up; "Nice to meet y'all."

"I know this sounds cliqued," Nick said, a little gushy "But I love your music."

"Thanks," Rob smiled "Sorry I can't say the same."

"You don't like our music?" Howie asked

"Not especially." Rob said as he lit a cigarette. "It's just a bit too samey for my taste."

The boys looked at each other.

"Hey don't take it personal." Rob said trying not to hurt anyone's feelings "That's just my opinion."

They had been chatting for a while about music, film and the world in general when the doors opened and five young men walked in.

Nick's eyes were drawn to one in paticular. His dark hair was framed by the lights that hung from the wall, his blue eyes were intense and his full pink lips seemed to shine with an inner light. He moved to the front of the others. Nick stood and grasped his hand.

"Hi," He said a little absently "I'm Nick."

"I know." The dark hair young man said "I'm Mark."

"Whoa! Whoa!" I interupted "You and Mark Feehily?"

"Did I interrupt your story?" Nick asked

"Sorry." I sipped the ice water that had just been brought to me.

The group of celebrities talked for a while before it was decided that everyone should go for a drink in a nearby bar, all except Shakira - who had to rest her voice - and AJ - who had to phone Jem.

Several tequila slammer later Nick and Mark were sitting in a corner watching the other boys - Nick's band mates, Kevin, Brian, and Howie, and Mark's band mates, Shane, Kian, Nicky and Bryan, and Rob Thomas - argue who would make first break in the on going Pool Tournament.

"They seem like a good bunch." Mark stated

"They are...... Most of the time!" Nick laughed

"You got a great laugh." Mark looked at Nick. I would say with a lustful look, but he was sorta lopsided!

"D'ya know what?" Nick asked

"No, what?" Mark asked back

"I have no idea." Nick shook his head as the train of thought was lost to the alcohol.

"Maybe you were going to give me a compliment?"

"I know!" Nick raised his head in a kind of 'Eureka!' pose "I was going to give you a compliment!"

"OK." Mark rested his head on his hands looking into Nick's blue eyes with his own.

"You've got nice lips....." Nick had suddenly become all serious. The sexual tention crackled in the air.

"Ya think so?" Mark replied in his soft Irish tone.

"Uh huh."

Nick moved his head in.

Mark moved his head in.

Nick's soft lips parted.

Mark's soft lips parted......

"Hey Nick!" Brian shouted "Come referee!"

Nick was jolted out of his haze reverie.

"I'd better go." He said quickly to Mark.

"So what happened with you two?" I had to ask.

"It went on like that for most of the fornight." Nick said quietly "Mark and I were so attracted to each other. We tried to pass it off as a drunken thing."

"But it wasn't?" I swollowed, my throat had gone suddenly dry.

"No, it was." Nick sighed and looked at me "But I didn't realise that until after."

"So when did it happen?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah." I said

"Why?" He asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Morbid curiosity?" I said lightly.

"It was the night of the Summer Fling concert........."

They had been rehersing this for weeks, but Nick was still a little nervous, he always was before a performance.

Shakira was first up.

"Hello ORLANDO!" She screeched, the crowd went nuts! The roar that hit the stage was deafening.

The band played the opening cords to 'Wherever, Whenever', she sauntered to the middle of the stage and let rip!

The performance was spectacular. The crowd were singing along with her, the pyrotechnics went off went they were supposed to and when she finished the whole stage was plunged into darkness.

The audience was exstatic! They screamed, stamped and cheered. The lights suddenly flashed on.

"Did ya like that?!" She hollered and was given a reply in no uncertain term! "Well now I've got a suprise for you!"

The crowd muttered, wondering what the suprise could be.

"To help me sing my next song I want you to welcome," She paused for dramatic effect "Nick Carter!"

Once more the excitable crowd screamed at the top of their voices. The mostly female crowd was dotted with a fair number of men and boys.

Nick walked into the malestrom that was the stage. Teddy Bears, presents and various articals of underwear were being hurled onto the stage. Nick lapped up the attention. There were days he hated this business but this is what he lived for, the reaction from his public.

"Hey," He said into the microphone, "How y'all doin'?" The screams from the crowd rose to an unbelievable level.

The lone guitar started, silencing the crowd.

Nick moved close to his microphone; "You're a song Written by the hands of god Don't get me wrong cause This might sound to you a bit odd But you own the place Where all my thoughts go hiding And right under your clothes Is where I find them"

The crowd went beserk! They were shouting louder than before as Shakira took up the chorus:

"Underneath Your Clothes There's an endless story There's the man I chose There's my territory And all the things I deserve For being such a good girl honey"

Nick moved so that he was facing Shakira, and sang to her;

"Because of you I forgot the smart ways to lie"

Shakira looked at Nick;

"Because of you I'm running out of reasons to cry"

Nick;

"When the friends are gone,"

Shakira;

"When the party's over"

They both sang;

"We will still belong To each other,"

Then Nick;

"Underneath Your Clothes There's an endless story"

Shakira;

"There's the man I chose There's my territory And all the things I deserve For being such a good girl honey,"

Then the complicated bit! They both sang to perfection;

"I love you more than all that's on the planet Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing You know it's true Oh baby it's so funny You almost don't believe it As every voice is hanging from the silence Lamps are hanging from the ceiling Like a lady tied to her manners I'm tied up to this feeling"

The guitar played to the silenced crowd before the two singers rounded up with a powerful last chours.

The concert went on. Rob Thomas belted out the Matchbox Twenty song 3am, followed by 'Real World'.

The Backstreet Boys did a couple of their old hits, 'We've Got It Goin' On', 'Quit Playing Games' and rounded up with a soulful and moving rendition of 'Drowning'

Last on stage, but by no means less popular, were Westlife who started off with the powerful ballard 'Flying Without Wings', followed by, the inexplicably titled 'Bop Bop Baby,.

The boys from Backstreet then joined them on stage for a version of the song they had both sung - 'I Cry'

Nick could feel himself welling up as they sang. This was the song that had brought him and Carl together. This song meant so much. But Nick was facing temptation. He looked to the other end of the stage. Mark was looking back at him. Nick felt funny when he looked at Mark. It was probably only infatuation but Nick couldn't control his feelings.

The concert was over. Everyone had gone to the same bar they had on the first day. Except Nick.

He stepped under the hot blast of the shower letting the water sooth his aches. He washed his hair and body, before rinsing himself off. The towel he grabbed was soft and warm. He wrapped himself in it and moved to the sofa. It was quiet, he needed to be alone.

The phone started ringing. Nick picked it up. At the same time the door was knocked, so Nick lifted the phone to his ear and opened the door.

"Hey babe," Nick heard Carl say. He turned to see Mark standing in the door way, a bottle of wine in his hand

"Carl!" Nick remembered Carl was on the phone. "Um... I'm a bit tied up at the moment. Can I call you back?"

"Sure." Carl said a thousand miles away

"Ok. Love you. Bye." Nick felt guilty about being so abrupt as he placed the phone back on its rest.

"Can I come in?" Mark asked

"Sure," Nick wrapped the towel tighter round himself "Make yourself at home, I'll just get changed."

"You don't have to for me," Mark's eyes twinkled mischeviously "I kinda like it."

"Are you coming on to me?" Nick asked with a straight face. His blood pounded in his ears, he knew this was wrong but he wanted to feel Mark, he wanted him to touch him, feel his breath on his body.

"Maybe." Mark answered Nick. "If you don't like it I can stop."

This was the oment of truth, Nick was engaged, he was going to marry Carl....... He wanted to marry Carl. But he wanted Mark aswell.

Nick stood and walked slowly to the door. He reached down for the door knob.

"I think you should," Nick started as he locked the door "make yourself more comfortable."

Nick walked sexily over to Mark, who was starting to take off his shirt. He revealed his toned, tanned physique. This boy had worked hard for his body. Nick pushed Mark down onto his back. He straddled the Irish lad and started lapping at his nipples. He could feel himself getting hard. Mark pulled the towel from round Nick's waist and grabbed Nick's arse cheeks in both his hands. Nick's tounge wound its way down Mark's chest to the treasure trail that led into his trousers. He took Mark's button in his mouth and pulled hard. The button popped off. Nick stood and pulled Mark's trousers off, leaving him in only his boxers.

"Things are a little unfair here," Nick groaned "I'm naked, your not."

Mark didn't need telling twice. He jumped off of the sofa, ripped his shirt from his shoulders and pulled his boxers off at the same time! Mark's cock bobbed up and down as they were released from their cotton prison.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Nick asked licking his lips.

"Yah huh!" Mark moaned

Nick tentitively licked the throbbing head of Mark's cock before engulfing all 7 inches with his soft lips. Moving slowly back and forth, Nick reached up behind Mark and placed a finger between his arse cheeks. In one swift push Nick's index finger was buried in Mark's warm hole. His muscles instantly contracted around Nick's finger.

"That feel's so good," Mark gasped

Nick started to play with his rock hard dick as he continued his onslaught of Mark's cock and arse. Mark started to moan loudly. Nick could feel his balls contract as the first shot hit the back of his throat. He swallowed every last drop of Mark's hot cum. He could feel Mark shudderning as his dick softened in his mouth.

"Shit Nick," Mark mumbled

"Now it's my turn." Nick stood and, pushing Mark over the arm of the sofa, entered him with one thurst. Mark bit down on one of the cushions as Nick's hard cock forced his hole open. Nick pumped harder and harder as his animal insticts took over. He gripped Mark's shoulders and pounded his tight hole unmercilessly.

"Aww fuck!" Nick moaned as he thrust deeper into Mark.

"Jesus!" Mark almost screamed as he came for the second time.

As he neared orgasm, Nick pulled out of Mark, turned Mark over and pushed his cock into Mark's mouth. Mark's tounge worked overtime as Nick face fucked him. Nick could feel the power of the orgasm deep in his balls. He pushed once more into Mark's moist mouth and came with more force than he had ever came. Mark lapped the sperm up as it entered his mouth.

The two boys lay holding each other, both lost in the ectasy they felt.

"Wow." I sat looking at Nick as he finished his story.

"We only did it that once." Nick said "Mark went to Sweden to finish Westlife's new album the next day."

"Then what?"

"I sent the ring back to you." Nick stated

"Yeah I got it."

"That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." Nick was welling up.

"Not as hard as me finding it." I had to lay everything on the line now "Nicky," I started "I still love you,"

"Carl don't." Nick stood

"Nicky don't go." I stood and clasped his hand. "Look, I'm flying home tomorow."

"Back to London?" Nick asked

"No, I sold the flat. I've brought an apartment in New York." I pulled a card from my wallet and gave it to him. "Call me anytime."

He looked at the card and put it in his back pocket.

"My flight's at three." I said, my whole body language pleading with him to stop me. "If there's anything left between us, be at the airport."

I let him go. He looked at me for a few seconds before pulling on his sunglasses and hat. He left without another word.

I stood in the airport. I scanned the crowd every couple of seconds. He wasn't coming.

The tanoy burst into life;

"Passengers for flight 223 to New York JFK airport please make their way to gate 16."

That was my flight. I would never see Nick again.

As I made my way slowly towards the gate the tanoy once more crackled into life;

"Don't leave me in all this pain Don't leave me out in the rain Come back and bring back my smile Come and take these tears away I need your arms to hold me now The nights are so unkind Bring back those nights when I held you beside me,"

I turned as I heard Nick's soulful voice over the airwaves. I caught sight of him. He was standing on top of the British Airway information desk, singing into the microphone. My heart leaped. Tears ran down my face. It was like that part in 'Ghost' except without the potters wheel! And they had 'Unchained Melody' and I had Toni Braxton!

I ran. I ran harder than I had ever run before. I wanted to feel him again. I pushed through the crowds, knocking people off their feet.

I came to the desk just as Nick started the next part of the song. He looked into my eyes, his own moist.

"Un-break my heart Say you'll love me again Undo this hurt you caused When you walked out the door And walked outta my life Un-cry these tears I cried so many nights Un-break my heart"

He jumped down off the desk to raptuous applause.

"We both made mistakes," He said as he pulled me close "But that's in the past."

"I'm sorry I hurt you." I cried

He once more looked into my eyes. We moved our heads in and kissed. The crowd who had formed around us burst into spontainious applause.

I rummaged around in my pocket and found what I was looking for.

I got down on one knee.

"Nicky Gene," He smiled as I called him that "Will you promise someday to marry me?"

"Why not?" He lifted me up, put the ring back on his finger and we kissed once more

THE END

Well that's it ladies and germs! Finished, the end, finito! Caio etc etc!

I just want to thank Danelle Steel, Barbara Taylor Bradford and the creators of every soap opera ever devised for filling me with the sloppy crap needed to write this story!

Also Lep, thanks for being my sounding board and listen to my inane ramblings! I didn't go with the baby thing, but there may be a sequel!

Matt always love reading your emails! And to everyone else who's emailed me in the past, THANK YOU!!

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