--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nick is in deep shit. First he pisses Kevin off by messing up his bus, and now he's been on some other planet for the entire fucking meeting. I really wish I could be on that planet as well though, because this has got to be the most boring meeting ever. Kevin talked and talked, planning our summer in details, making sure that no one of us has too much free time, as that would apparantly be bad for business. *NSYNC's got a new album coming out, so we need to make sure that we don't get lost in the hype. This pretty much means that Kevin is sending us all over the country on award shows, tv shows and interviews. Luckily he didn't even try to split me and Nick up, at least not more than he had to. I think we have to stay apart for about a week, which I do suppose I'll be able to handle. It'll be hard though. Now, if this had been all, then the meeting wouldn't have been THAT bad. But then he started talking about everything else as well. What we should say and do when we were being interviewed, like we didn't have that one down already. Sometimes I think he looks at the rest of us as if we are children. I still cannot understand he doesn't see the good between me and Nick. I gave him a hard time about it back when I first found out how he feels, and he did say he was sorry. He may claim that he supports us, and act as if he does, but deep down inside, I think he still feels that me and Nick are wrong. There is nothing I can do to change that though. So I won't even try. All I've gotta do is make him see that he is wrong. Might take forever, but I wanna try. For him, I wanna try. Cause he's my cousin, and I love him. Nick might not feel the same, at least not in a few seconds. Kevin just figured out that Nick hasn't heard a word of what he's said, and he's not too happy about it. "Huh?" Nick says, as Kevin glares at him. "Have you heard anything I've said?" Kevin repeats, and Nick shakes his head. "Brian'll fill me inn later" he says, looking at me with a smile. "That is not good enough. You should have been paying attention" Kevin says, not letting Nick get off the hook so easily. "Sorry" Nick says, as he gets up. "Nick" Kevin says, his tone telling Nick to set his ass down on the couch. Nick, being the stubborn little bastard that he is, doesn't do that. I don't think he knows that he is tempting fate here. Kevin is in a really bad mood, and Nick's not making it any better. "Kevin" he replies, as he walks over to me, grabbing my hand and dragging me to my feet. "Where do you think you're going" Kevin says, looking from Nick to me. "Me and Brian wanna fuck. Since our bed is on the other bus, we're gonna borrow yours." SHUT YOUR MOUTH CARTER!! I'm glad I didn't say that last one out loud, because I don't think Nick would have liked it. But damn, that boy is crazy. OK, so I knew where we were headed, but Kevin didn't know that. At least he didn't know it all. Now he does, and he's not happy about it. Nick starts towards the bedroom, and I can't do anything but follow. I mean, how do you say no to that boy? Kevin starts to follow us, as if he is trying to make us get away from his room. The bedroom is seperated from the rest of the bus with a door, thankfully. Nick stops by it, opening it before he turns to look at Kevin. "Are you following us because you wanna join us or what. Anyways, close the door, and do what you want. But don't even try to stop us." With that he leads us into the room, leaving the door open. He turns and kisses me, and I kiss him back. I don't know when the door closed, but I know that Kevin returned to the others. Thankfully. I mean, I don't think I want him watching me and Nick. ***** Man, the expression on Kevin's face. Damn, that was priceless. Wow, I am actually having some fun on this bus. I lean into the kiss with Brian, trying not to think of the fact that we are on Kevin's bus. It does feel kinda creepy. Don't ask me why, cause me and Littrell here have done it in some pretty weird places. This has got to be the weirdest though, and it's making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I mean, this is, after all, Kevin's bedroom. I break apart from Brian, looking into his eyes. "You feel weird?" he asks, and I nod. "Yep" I reply, as I plant a soft kiss on his nose. "Kevin's bed. Doesn't really sound inviting" he says, giving me a slight smile. "Wanna wait?" I ask, and he nods. I lean down to kiss him again. Just cause we won't be fucking in here, it doesn't mean I can't have some fun. "Make some noices though, so that Kevin'll think that we are having sex. It'll drive him nuts, and maybe we'll be back on our bus before we know it" I look at him. That is a very good idea. "Sounds like a plan" I say, a huge grin covering my face. This'll be so much fun. ***** "Goood, Brian. Do that again" I look towards the door leading into Kevin's bedroom. Man, those two are fucking crazy. Kevin looks like he's about to go in there and kill them both. I thought that they were both just kidding, but it seems I was wrong. "NIIICKY" They do seem to be having some fun. Lucky them. I'm stuck in the living room, listening to them, joined by Kevin, who's about to turn homocidal on us, and Howie, who clearly tries to ignore them, but isn't doing very well. I don't even try to shut my ears, because I know that won't work. I've heard these two before, and I know that the more I try to shut them out, the louder it seems. "Fuck Nick. Harder" I look at the two others, the sound increasing, and the entire bus rocking back and forth. Damn it, what are they doing, jumping on the fuckings bed? "Can't we just let them stay on their own bus?" Howie asks, and I nod my agreement. At least then we don't have to hear them. That would be really nice right now.
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