I dont know the true sexuality of Nick Lachey or any other celebrities mentioned here after. This story is fiction. If your under 18 you should not be here, or reading this.
The clouds caught the plane in the air, and it cut them gently rising higher to the skys before leveling out. The ride was smooth without a bump. John looked back to Nick with a smile, but it didnt last very long. "Nick thanks for being there for that." John pulled his hand away f rom Nicks and laid them in his lap. Nick frowned and turned a bit to directly look at John, "I wasn't just comforting you, or anything like that." Nick said looking directly into Johns eyes. For once he was able to express himself without fear. He wanted to leave that in L.A. John didnt say anything back, in fact he didn't look to great either. "John are you all right?" Nick asked placing his hand on Johns arm. John shook his head, "I'll be right back." He climbed from his seat and into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw his emotions flush his face. The fear, nervousness, confusion, joy was all set into his face. What was going on? What did Nick just do? His head was dizzy, and his sight blurred.
"Nick?" He blinked his eyes lightly and found ice blue eyes. His head throbbed but looking into the angelic face soothed his pain. He didn't want to leave this, ever. "Nick..." He didn't say another word, Nick placed his finger to his mouth asking silence. His lips gently touched Johns placing his hand on his cheek. John instantly caught on and moved his lips with Nicks. Their kiss slowly came to an end as he stared into Nicks eyes. "John, did you faint because of me?" John nodded looking away from Nick. He was ashamed of himself, he didn't want to show Nick this but he did, and felt very weak. Nick lifted Johns head with his index and middle finger, making sure to make eye contact. He kissed him once again lightly before pulling away. "I wouldnt have just done that if I didn't like you, and I wouldnt have held your hand on that plane if I didn't like you. Im torn up inside on this but I do like you, that's all I really know right now." Nick laughed gently trying to put a smile on Johns face. John smiled gently rubbing Nicks arm, "Now that's what I wanna see." John couldnt have taken off that smile even if he wanted to. He still was confused though, what was going on? "Nick, What am I to you? What are your feelings?" Nick frowned and couldnt keep eye contact. 'Why did he have to ask that?' Nick asked himself. John did lose that smile. He also felt a bit of something inside of him chipping away.
"John, each time I see you my feelings grow stronger. I dont know what exactly what it is about you but...." "These feelings just wont go away?" John asked gently.
He saw the answer looking into Nicks eyes, felt the answer kissing his lips and couldn't let it go while he sat in his arms that night.
"John?" A man in a black suit smiled to him, and opened the door of an awaiting limo. John smiled and climbed in waiting for the driver to pull away. He watched people rush by and the tall buildings reach for the sky. His excitement was higher then those buildings, the feel of New York brought a smile to his face and joy to his heart. The rush, excitement, fame, all aroused his senses. He wanted to be a part of it, especially when they drove past times square and the virgin megastore. The overwhelming album covers on the front of the store, thats where he wanted his. Right in the middle of Times square. He thought about that for a while, not even realizing they had stopped at one of the skyscrapers. "John were here." The driver had opened the door and was waiting outside. He stepped out into the open New York city. There was fresh snow falling gently from the sky, something he hadn't seen in a bit. The driver shut the door, and walked towards the building but stopped halfway. "Now arent you coming?" He laughed looking over at John. He nodded and jogged over to him and they walked into Johns future.
It was large, well huge actually. The walls were white and their was a large 'Jive' Logo sign above the front desk. The two walked up and waited for a secretary, one come shortly, she was a small young blonde, only about 5'4". Her outfit was clean and business orientated. "Can I help you?" Her voice was delicate and smooth. "Yes, I have John Tanner here." The driver obviously knew what he was doing. She nodded looking at a book on the desk. She nodded again with a smile. "Ok thanks George, John you cal come with me." John smiled and thanked George his driver and walked to the other side of the desk. "Hi John, Im Lisa. Im actually your manager." She smiled to John grabbing a book off her desk and walking him to the back and to a elevator. "We have a few things planned to just get you out there whether its before or after you start recording. This one is before, we going to have sort of a teaser photoshoot. Its a sort of new thing were doing here. Basically it's going to a picture of you and the month of your album release. Its going to be a pretty upbeat photoshoot. Since people wont know who you are, they'll be interested and more eager for your release. Now we have Brian Jennings here, he's gonna take the pictures and you guys will decide which ones you like at the end." John nodded soaking in all the information. He wished Nick was here to help a bit, but he was gone when he woke up.
The elevator they were in stopped and opened, to a white room, it was spacious and shouts echoed off the walls, windows were covering the walls and allowed the white outside in. The snow was still falling, even heavier now. Directions were being yelled out and bouncing off the walls echoing into everyone's ears. He walked farther into the room with Lisa and saw a young girl about his age posing for pictures. Her pictures were very serious and concentrated, she wore a small pink dress with a gray tunnel background. Her face was serious and showed a lot of thought. "John you need to get to wardrobe then makeup and hair. John nodded and walked over to a small booth. He looked around and, saw a young man flipping through a close rack. "Excuse me?" The young guy turned around in fright and touched his heart. """Im John Tanner I need my outfit for the shoot." John said looking at him calmly. His heart was racing with thought of the shoot but was also excited. He nodded and looked him over, "What size pants are you?" He asked as he flipped through a rank with pants on it. "29" John said as he watched him throw pants on a table next to him. He picked off a shirt and a black tie. He turned around and John smiled looking over the outfit he picked out, "So Brian and myself thought this would look good, A sort of class-casual look." He handed John a white shirt, Black pants and a black tie. He looked around for a bathroom or changing room, looking confused. "What are you waiting for?" The short man stood with his hand on his hip and leg facing out, "Whats the problem?" John pointed to the ground in question and the man nodded with attitude. John unbelted his pants, and let them slide off his legs. He pulled off his shirt quickly folding that gently. The small mans eyes were on him, he could feel it, he was so uncomfortable at that point. He turned around his back to him, only to see Nick smiling at him. "Hi Nick..." John smiled nervously, his cheeks gaining a red hue.
"Hey what you doin?" Nick said with a small smile. John shook his head lightly slipping on the pants and kicking his aside. "Can you help me with this?" John slipped on the shirt and grabbed the tie. He threw the tie and felt Nicks large fingers on his lower stomach, buttoning his shirt slowly. He brought his face close to Johns ear, letting his hot breath warm his ear, "Wanna go out to eat tonight?" Nick asked seductively into his ear. John smiled grabbing the tie off his shoulder, pushing Nick away gently. "I meant this..." He smiled holding the tie to Nick. "I cant tie a tie, I never learned." John said embarrassed. Nick nodded wrapping the tie around Johns neck and working it into a knot. "So about dinner?" Nick asked again looking John in the eyes, straight forward. John swallowed deeply, with that gaze he would do anything. He nodded holding the deep looks flying in-between the two. "John Makeup!" Brian yelled breaking their gaze. He mouthed sorry and walked out of the wardrobe tent and into makeup. He came out 20 minutes later, looking clean and refined, they hadnt put to much on, just to clean up a bit. He walked out into the open white room, there just a plain white background with lighting equipment scattered around.
"Finally ready?" Brian held a camera in his right hand, and was very angry. John nodded walking over to the background and standing there, waiting for directions. The air was so uncomfortable, even with Nick there. "Okay, Just have fun, be sexy do anything you want." Brian said pulling the camera to his face. The shoot was fun at first but grew tiring, it was two hours long, of posing and command taking. He could remember fake laughing, or seriously posing sitting down. "Okay John your down." Brian grabbed his shots and walked over to a table playing with them. Nick walked over to him, with a grin. "Have fun?" He asked knowing Johns answer. John shook his head grumbling a bit. "I have to go do errands but will you be there tonight? Tell George Its Bello's on S. Blvd. Dress nice. Seven o'clock!" Nick shouted rushing out the studio. John smiled changing his clothes once again.
The mirror reflected a different image. He saw himself with a large nose, small body, ragged hair and bad clothes. He often had moments like this, he did not understand the fuss of his image. His looks weren't everything. He had values, brains, a kind heart. Athletic, he was told he was funny. The watch on his wrist reflected the light off it, and glimmered. The buttons on his blue shirt just didn't want to cooperate tonight, not buttoning. He finally fastened the last one, straightening his collar. He grabbed his jacket and looked at the time one more time. '6:40 p.m.' He was safe, he shut off the bathroom light, grabbed his coat and keys. Flipped the light off in the bedroom, and opened the door gently. He looked back once more, and slipped the door shut. Each step he took, his stomach got tighter, the driving part did no help either. He was now in front of the restaurant and could feel his nervousness catch up with him. He could only see Johns face sitting at a table.
To be continued
Thanks guys, sorry how late it is. Its been a busy week or two. The replys Ive gotten are great, I only hope this ones just as good as the rest. Would love your thoughts. Autobiography65@aim.com
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