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I walk out of the room with Brian behind me, and for a second it's like I can feel him taking a good look at my ass. It's like it's tingling. I know that sounds weird, but it's like, I can feel when someones staring at me.

And two seconds ago, Brian was staring at my ass.

Just the thought of it makes me smile.

"What the hell were you guys doing in there?"

I turn around and look at Bill. Damn, I didn't know he was on this flight. Of course, I haven't really been paying attention to the people around me, so how could I know?

"We were talking and then we fell asleep I guess" I answer him. Why did he wanna know that anyway. It's not like we were in there all day.

"You fell asleep?" he says. I can see he doesn't really wanna believe it.

"Yeah. Why?" I ask. God, what's his problem.

"You were in there for the whole flight Nick. Find a seat, we'll be landing in Tokyo in fifteen minutes"

FUCK.

*****

Nick has a very nice ass.

A very very nice ass.

I really like it. His ass is so great you just can't help but stare at it from time to time. I know I have a hard problem keeping my eyes off it.

I can't help it, I just have to stare.

"...landing in Tokyo in fifteen minutes"

Bill?

What's he doing on this flight?

I must be dreaming.

Wait, Bill, talking TOKYO.

Damn it. We were in there for the entire flight. This is so not good.

"Guess we were tired" I hear Nick say, and I nod, making sure Bill buys it.

"Come on Carter, lets sit down" I say to Nick, and grabs his hand. I don't care what it looks like, right now I need to hold his hand.

We find a pair of seats and sit down. I lean closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I had fun" I whisper into his ear.

He turns his head a little, and suddenly our mouths are a mere inch apart. I have to force my eyes to look away from his mouth and into his eyes. I love his eyes, but right now his mouth is very tempting.

"So did I" he whispers back.

God. I can feel his breath on my face. His lips are so close, and I don't think I can stand it any longer. But I can't kiss him. I just can't.

Think green. Green trees, green grass, green...cars, green....is Nick's fave color. Damn, it isn't working. Maybe if I pick a color he hates?

Let's see. What color does Nick ha....

HEY.

That is so not fair.

I mean, he could at least have warned me. So that I could enjoy it more. Damn it.

Here I was trying to not kiss him, he he goes and kisses me instead. Just a small, simple, soft little kiss, but it was all that I needed.

Now, since I hear no screaming, I assume no one saw us.

Just to make sure, I look around us.

Oooops, seems someone did see us.

Both AJ and Howie are staring at us, and AJ is shaking his head. Kevin is sitting here as well, but he's looking another way, so I'm thinking he didn't see anything.

Oh well, I guess we're lucky today.

*****

I HATE fans.

If I had to meet one more screaming fan I swear to God I would have killed her.

Why the hell to they have to be so damn loud? I mean, why can't they just shut up and try to listen to us for a fucking change. But no, they have to scream so loud they can probably hear them in Europe.

Fuck it.

Right now I wish I was Eminem. At least then I could flip them off or tell them to shut the fuck up. Or just simply ignore them. Well, I'm not that lucky. The worst I can do is stick my tongue out at them, and somehow that doesn't really make them mad, they just scream even louder.

Wonder why?

I hate them.

All that screaming has made my headache worse, not to mention that because of a sertain semi-blonde that shall remain nameless, let's just call him Pittrell, I have the most painful hard-on in the history of hard-ons.

*****

I can't believe it.

They don't even seem to care anymore.

Nick and Brian are taking chances.

Too many chances.

Like they did on the flight here.

They kissed.

Anyone could have spotted them, and they didn't care at all.

I can't belive it.

 

 


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