OK, here it is. The second installment of To Be Loved By Fame. I'll try to get a little sex into it this time, but I just had to get the characters set up first. Sorry, but this ismy first attempt at writing, so go easy. . . and enjoy. One last reminder, NICK CARTER IS THE HOTTEST GUY ON THE EARTH!!!!
This story is a complete work of fiction, and in no way does it suggest that any of the Backstreet Boys are gay. I guess it's more of a wish. If you're under 18, leave now and don't read it. It's pretty simple. Well, here it is. . .
TO BE LOVED BY FAME (Chapter 2)
I looked at Nick for awhile, trying to sort out what had just happened. Suddenly, the realization that my teen idol had just kissed my on the lips hit me full force, and I sat down hard in the middle of the hospital room.
"D-Dev?" Nick said, looking like he was about to cry.
"H-Huh," I said
"U-Uhm, I think I'll go now," he said, moving toward the door.
"Y-yeah," was all I could manage.
Nick teared up, and then he grabbed his bag and left the room. I thought about what happened, and just started to cry. How had I let him leave without telling him how I felt?
"DEVON MICHAEL ANDERSON TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING IMMEDIATELY," Sheri's voice came screeching from the cell phone.
"Um, Sher, Nick kissed me, and then he left. I have to go chase him, I think, I mean, he believes I'm rejecting him," I said quickly.
"OK Dev, hope you get him back," she said.
"OK Sheri, gotta jet, I'll call ya later for an update." I jammed my cell phone into my pocket, grabbed my bag, and dashed out the door. I looked around and couldn't find any sign of Nick. I ran down the hall, in time to see Nick disappear into an elevator, so I dashed down the stairs trying to catch him before he could run out. I breathlessly reached the bottom of the stairs, and waited in front of the elevator. The doors opened, and Nick walked out.
"Look Nick, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that, it's just that, well, I was stunned and I should have said something OK," I said in one breath.
"Dev, I was so scared that you hated me. I thought you were gonna tell the whole world, and that would so ruin my career, but I guess that pause just told me you didn't want me around," Nick said, tears starting to pop out on his cheeks.
I pulled Nick out of the elevator, and kissed him on the mouth in the middle of the hospital lobby. After starting to attract glances from passing people, we moved out.
"Dev, my limo's outside. Let's catch a ride to San Fran, and you can come listen to my concert," he said.
"That sounds great Nick, uhm, I have a question for you though before we go," I said nervously.
"Anything for you Dev," he said, giving me his melt-your-heart grin. God did I love his lips. I wanted to kiss them forever.
"Well, I guess it's that, well, after that kiss and everything, where does the leave us? I guess what I meant was, can I call you my b- ," I stuttered, unable to make the words come out.
"Boyfriend? Sure," he said looking at me with a sexy grin.
I blushed at him.
"Damn Dev, you're sooo sexy when you blush. Cumon, let's go," he said and dragged me out toward the limo.
(The concert in San Fransisco)
I couldn't believe my luck. Nick had switched my 7th row tickets for first row center tickets.
"Hey babe, I have a surprise for you, but you don't get to know about it until during the concert," Nick said to me.
"God Nick, you're such a tease," I said as he walked up stage.
The commentators voice boomed out across the concert hall. "Welcome to Sanfransisco Backstreet Boys fans. Before we start the concer, I would like to bring out Nick Carter to say some things, so without further ado, Nick Carter!"
"Hey Fans. How is everyone today," Nick said. The hall was instantly on its feet screaming. "Well, contrary to the Enquirer, I have not died in a plane crash, as was thought earlier, and I would like to thank the person who made it possible for me to be here today. I would like to present Devon Michael Anderson, who rescued me by taking me to a hospital before I bled to death.
"OMG. What, is he talking about me?" I gasped as I rose in my seat to walk up to the stage.
With weak knees, I staggered up to the stage. The lights were so bright, and sweat started to dribble down my chin. I was so nervous, being up on stage in front of a few thousand odd fans.
The commentators voice boomed out across the packed concert hall. :If Mr. Anderson hadn't been here today, Mr. Carter couldn't perform for all of you, so here he is to tell you all about what happened.
"Well, uh, I was flying out here to come to see the Backstreet Boys play here in San Fran, and we were about to land in Denver, when the plane started to drop fast. I guess I passed out while talking on my cell phone with my best friend Sheri, when the seat in front of me hit me and I passed out. This flight attendent and I were some of the only people left alive on the plane, so we went around trying to place names with the dead bodies. I found Mr. Carter here, face down with a large gash in his arm, and a case of internal bleeding. At first, I didn't know who it was, but I soon found that out later at the hospital. I used my shirt to stop the bleeding, and I guess he's OK now," I said, starting to feel a little weak from the heat and the screaming fans.
"Ok, well let's all show our appreciation for Dev here," the commentator said.
The hall was instantly filled with fans on their feet. I walked back down to my seat in the first row (thanks to Nick) and slumped down. By the end of the concert, I was pretty tired of having people standing up and screaming all around me, and I really wanted to get back to my hotel room and drop my stuff off, but the burst of adrenaline from the earlier plane crash stayed with me.
Beep Beep Beep
I checked my caller ID. . . . Sheri.
"Hey Sheri, how are you babe," I said.
"What's up Dev? You never called me after the crash. I was sooo worried that you had a case of internal bleeding or something. How's Nick. You wouldn't believe how mad I was at you when you let him walk out without even saying anyhing. Oh, and Oprah called to say she needs you on the set at 9:00 Am sharp tommorow, so any late-night things need to wait."
"OK, thanks Sher. I'll be sure not to be late. Remember what it was like when I was late for Rosie O'Donnell? That must have been the most embarressing thing on the planet," I said.
"So, what's your hotel number? Can I come over for awhile?" she said hopefully.
"Sorry Sher, but Nick's coming over, and I'd be reallllly appreciative if you didn't come join us, but if you insist, we could use a third party," I said blushing a little.
"Well, as much as I'd like to, I'd better get some sleep, and you should too. Don't stay up too late, um, with Nick. I'll try to call you later, OK? Wait, I'll just drop by, um in the afternoon tommorow," she said.
"Sure Sher. I'll be sure to call, and I'll remember this time, OK?"
"Better buddy, else I'll tell the whole world about your little affair," she said venemously.
"OK, well I'll be sure to call you, but I gotta go now. The concert is over, and I still have my things in the limo. ," I said.
"All right, bye sweety," she said sleepily.
"Bye love," I said ending the phone message.
People had started to leave the concert hall by now, and the boys were pretty occupied with signing autographs for a croud of excited teenaged girls.
"Dev, over here," Nick yelled at me.
"Oh, hey Nick, how's life treatin' ya," I said with a chipper smile as I walked over to him.
"As good as it can be when I'm not making passionate love to you," he said sliding his arm around my waist.
"Nick, remember what you promised me. Ever do this in public and I will personally beat the living shit out of you," said Brian.
"Hey, s'up Brian. And Nick, Brian is right. If I ever want to keep that place on 7th heaven, we better not act gay at all," I said giving Nick a stern glance.
"But you're so sexy and I can't keep my hands off you babe," Nick said with a puppy dog face that could turn my mean, 72 year old lesbian Physics teacher straight.
"I know Nick, I want to also, but remember, we can do all that at the hotel room tonight K? I promise you I'll pay you back for not having sex with you in public," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Brian shoved his finger down his throat and made gagging noises. "Look, I'm really happy for you guys, but keep it down around me, OK?" he said, looking more like he wanted to take our heads and bash them together. "Oh, and I'm goin' clubbin' with Howie, A.J., and Kevin. I can trust that you guys can amuse yourselves at the hotel?"
"Oh, I'm sure we can amuse ourselves someway, right Dev?" Nick said, sticking his middle finger in his mouth making lewd sucking noises.
"Look, I'm sorry I asked. Just have fun, and nice to meet you Dev," said Brian, and walked off in a huff.
"Well, he certainly has an adittude problem," I commented.
"Well, can't blame him Dev, he's as straight as they come," Nick said sadly. It's a pity to, I would have been fucking his brains out a long time ago if he were gay.
"Humph. Well, I don't mind him myself, but could you keep the comments down around me?" I said, trying not to look as jeleous as I was.
"Jeleous, babe? Well, let's just say that you're 2 times as cute, and 7 times as thoughtful," he said.
I started tearing up when he said that.
"Cummon babe, let's get out of here and go to my hotel room," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the limo.
"Ok babe, I'm just as desperate as you are," I said.
"Oh, wait Nick. I have to go take my bags to my hotel room and check in. Why don't I call you and you can come pick me up?" I said.
"Oh, don't worry. Why don't I just come with you, OK? That way, I won't have to leave you," he said popping a sexy grin.
"Sounds fine to meeeeeeee. . . ," I screamed as Nick pulled me into the limo on top of him.
"Oh god Nick," I moaned as Nick started to grab handfuls of my ass.
"Hyatt please d-driverahhhhhhhhh," I moaned to the driver as Nick started licking my mouth and grinding into me driving me insane.
"What luck, babe. We're staying at the same hotel," Nick said.
"Kewl. That way, I can stay in your room 24/7 and fuck you.
"You wish, but It may be pretty close to the truth, if you're not careful," he said grabbing me and pulling me down into him.
I buried my head into the side of his neck, smelling the cologne and some dried sweat that he worked up while he was dancing. The smell of his manliness and the sweet smell of the cologne drove me insane, and I started licking and tounging his neck and collar bone.
"Oh, god Dev. That feels sooooo good," Nick moaned as I unbuttoned the top of his shirt and licked his chest. He was completely hairless except, and he had a teenaged six-pack.
"More," I grunted as I unbuttoned the last button and began to lick his chest.
He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his blond hair was matted with persperation. I unbuttoned his jeans.
"Hurry up babe, we're gonna be there real soon," he gasped.
I came up for air and looked at him with the sexiest grin I could conjure up.
"Sorry sexy, can't finish it right now, but I promise you I'll pick up right where I left off later tonight," I said.
"Oh, well, in that case. . . ," Nick turned around and gave me a pouty look.
"Hey babe, I have a secret to tell you," I said mysteriously.
"What Dev?" he said looking pretty interested by now.
"Come a little closer," I said.
As he leaned into hear me, I stuck my tounge out and licked his face from the corner of his forhead across to the bottom of his chin.
"Ucck. Well, If that's your secret, I hope you tell me that again more than once," he said cracking that to-die-for grin.
"Mr. Carter and Mr. Anderson, we have arrived," the limo driver said, as he stuck his head into the back seat. He looked at our disheveled hair and sorta was taken aback. "Oh, and keep it down. Not all your drivers are as tolerant as I am," he said.
"OK. Nick, come on. We gotta beat the girls to your hotel room," I said.
"Ok babe, let's make run for it," he said.
We both donned black hats and sun glasses, and tried to keep our heads down as we entered the hotel. Unfortunately, Nick's bag carried the backstreet boys insigna, and while waiting for an elevator, a girl screamed, and the crowd who were camped out on the sidewalk waiting for the guys surged forward, pens in hand shoving paper into our faces.
"Ok, OK everyone. Look, one of you come up and Mr. Carter will sign one of your papers," I said giving a stern look to all the girls who were flooding the lobby. The elevator gave a slight ding as it came to the ground floor. I grinned at Nick and took his hand.
"Ok, who's the luck lady?" I said. The elevator doors opened, and I threw Nick inside, and frantically pushed the door close button. The last sight I saw before the doors shut were a thousand girls goggling at the elevator.
We were both doubled over laughing in the elevator. Then, I stopped and kissed him full on the mouth. We didn't even notice when the elevator doors opened, and a 50 year old man walked into the elevator. His eyes bugged out a foot, and he just goggled at us.
"Um, sorry sir," Nick blustered.
"Oh, um not at all. I'll just take the next evelvator," the man said, trying to stay on his feet.
We both fell on the floor of the elevator doubled up laughing our heads off. Nick pulled me over to his suite door. There was a jingling of keys, and we burst into his door laughing our heads off.
"Oh, Dev, put your stuff down there on the floor. We'll pick it up later, but first. . . . well, I guess it's a little early in the relationship for this, but I guess I wanted to know if. . . ," he said turning red.
I gave him my trademark grin and moved on top of him, throwing both us onto his bed.
"So, where were we?" I grinned at him.
"Um, I forgot, all I remember was that I was on the bottom," he grinned.
"Ok, Mr. smart ass. Look here. I'm gonna fuck your brains out tonight, so don't give me your silly shit," I said to him.
"Um, Dev, I'm really dirty right now, so can I take a shower before we, you know, um, well. I've been dancing all this night and I really need to. . . ," he said blushing.
"No, not yet babe, I want to take you like you are right now," I said as I slipped my tounge into his mouth.
"Hmmmm. . . Lemme see. . . blueberry pop tart and orange juice," I said.
"H-how did you know," he asked.
"It's not as if you don't taste like it," I joked as he pulled me in for another kiss.
I shucked my pants, and he quickly pulled his tight shirt over his head and hurled it into the corner.
"Hey, all those Tean Beet Mags said you were a really neat person. What's with this hurling your clothes across the room," I asked mischeiviously.
"Oh, I am a neat freak, but I really need this now, so to hell with folding clothers," he said as he pushed his pants down to the floor," he smiled at me.
"Oh Mr. Carter, I can see your boxers. Now I can answer that question on Total Request Live and win 1,000," I said in the voice of a teenaged girl.
"Hey, watch it," he said as he shucked the boxers.
I sorta stared at his body as he stood up to remove his socks. He had a really smooth light colored chest with a teenaged six-pack. I guess that was the result of long nights dancing, but no serious weight lifting. I liked him like that. I really hated the over-muscled look.
"Hey, is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you glad to see me," Nick joked.
"Hey ass, I have no pockets left, thanks to you," I said as my briefs joined the pile of clothing in the corner.
"Well, I'm pretty nervous right now, you're on virgin soil," Nick said looking a little embaressed.
"Well, same here. I didn't want to loose my innocence to some cheerleader my freshmen year. I wanted it to be meaningful," I said.
"Well, I'll try to make it the best possible," he said looking at he with his crystal blue eyes.
I licked his lips and moved down to his chest. No hair whatsoever.
"Hey babe. Do you shave,?" I asked.
"Uh-m, no. I guess I don't. I've never had much down there," he said looking a little pink.
"Well, don't fret. I like `em smooth," I said.
I moved down to his belly button, and followed the very sparse line of hair to his pubic brush.
"Well, you certainly don't lack any in these areas," I joked.
"Well, I got that stuff early, but I wish I could sprout some other places too," he said.
I had never seen a cock in my life before, other than my own, but I had a feeling this was a very different one. I had never, after all of my years looking for pics on the internet, seen a cock like this.
I took him into my mouth and licked up and down his shaft.
"Unh, uh, unh," Nick moaned.
"I'm gonna cu-cum pretty soon if you don't stop," Nick said.
I pulled off him right away.
"Here babe, take this. I threw him a condom. And, you can take my virginity too," I said with a grin.
"Um, are you sure Dev. I don't wanta rush things," he said sweetly.
"Well, either you fuck me now or later, and personally, I'd like it right now and right here," I said lookng him straight in the eye.
"Well, Ok babe, but I really don't want to hurt you. Look, if you feel too much pain, I'll stop," he said, his face one of genuine concern.
"Ok, I'll let you know," I said.
Nick positioned his cock outside my hole, and pushed gently. I don't know if I ever felt such pain before. It was as if knives were stabbing into me from all sides, and pulling my guts out, but for Nick's sake, I shut up. I quickly grabbed the nearby pillow and shoved it into my face to stop him from seeing my pain.
"Babe, are you ok?" he asked.
"Uh...uhn, yeah Nick. Fine," I lied.
He kept going, and finally he was all inside of me. After the first minutes of intense pain, It started to feel a little better.
"Oh, ungh, unh. I'm cumming," Nick yelled. He grabbed my hips and shot deep inside of me,"
At that moment, the biggest flash of pain carried through my body and I passed out. All I remembered was bright flash of a negative explosion in my eyesight.
Nick pulled out and noticed the blood all over the condom. Then he noticed that I had passed out on the bed. Oh my god, he thought. What have I done. He carried my limp form to the couch and threw a blanket over me. He lay down next to me, brushing my light brown hair out of my face.
"Wha-what where am I?" I said.
"Um, I'm really sorry Dev, but when we were, you know, well, you passed out on the bed. Oh god I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for your first time to be like that," he said starting to cry.
"Hey, that's alright. It was really my fault. But, I have to be somewhere in the morning, so let's go get some sleep," I said, barely able to keep my eyes open.
That night, I fell asleep with my lovers arms wrapped around me, and I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be.
Hey everyone. I got that sex scene in this section. Well, Sorry the way it turned out. Well, E-mail me at SkiFree0300@aol.com. Thanx.