--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- AJ sits down in the comfy chair next to the three others after signing the last autograph to the fans that had come by . Janny smiles to him and Mickey raises his eyebrows, as if he is wondering about something. N-Zee grins at him, but says nothing. But AJ knows what he is thinking. He always does. It's been two months since he saved his life, two months since they both found out just how alike they really are. Two months of fun. "No, I am not thinking about the father" he says, looking straight at N-Zee. He tries to give him an innocent look, but as usual he doesn't pull it off. According to Mickey it never works. "And I'm gonna marry the pope tomorrow" N-Zee replies, grinning. "Very funny, ha ha" AJ says. N-Zee does not keep it a secret that he is gay, and AJ told them about it the same day they met. But even if they dreamed about each other on that first day they saw each other, they are best friends now, nothing more. "I thought it was" Janny says, laughing her usual silent laughter. It really looks like she can't breathe. "The thing is, N-Zee could probably seduce him. He is damn good at that." Mickey says, shaking his head. AJ looks at him. "And you know this for a fact how?" "The first time I met him I kinda did just that. But then we became friends and I joined the Stars and now I am high ranked and have little boyfriends everywhere." N-Zeee says, looking straight into AJ's eyes. "I bet you do you little pimp" he replies, smiling again. "So AJ. It's the older ones these days" Janny says, finally finished laughing. "Oh come on, like that man didn't stir up anything in you. He was fucking beautiful. N-Zee?" AJ says looking from one to the other. "Oh yeah, he was hot." Janny says, and stares into Mickeys eyes when he looks at her and coughs a little. "What, he was" "Yep, he was. Just not my type you know." N-Zee replies, grinning. "But the pope is? I fear you." AJ says with a huge grin on his face. ******************** It had been two months of fun. Two months since AJ had sat down in his bar and started to drink with them. They had bonded that night, all of them. AJ had become his best friend, and the others had become his friends. Justin and Brian always made you laugh, Howie had tons of stories to tell, and he knew how to charm the ladies, and Kevin was the older brother of the group, and after a while, he had become like N-Zees older brother, lecturing him when he broke the law. Which was quite often when you thought about it. Beacause he went to that concert, he had gotten a family he didn't know he had missed. When he was with them, it was like everything was ok. He felt at home. The others had left LA about a week before, spending some down time with their family and friends before they had to start on the new album in three weeks. In three weeks. Time was going by so fast, he had problems holding on sometimes. AJ would be at the Bahamas for about three weeks, writing. Then it was off to Sweden to produce, then Orlando. A video shoot there, or possibly here, they didn't quite know yet. But it would be at least two, maybe three months til he would see him again. He didn't know how to deal with that. He and AJ had bonded, and even AJ was saying it would be hard. It was alwayd hard to leave a best friend behind. ******************** AJ laughed as another glass broke. This time it was Justin who broke one. Come to think of it, Justin had broken all five glasses this evening. That kid was wasted. N-Zee grabbed Justind collar and rested his nose on Justins. "Break another glass and I will be forced to kiss you." he says, pushing Justin back with a grin. Justin looks like he is going to puke, but he is pretending, and they all laugh again. This is their good-bye party, held at Destination Unknown. A lot of their friends were there earlier, but they left as the clocked ticked beyond three in the morning. Now it was five, and the guys flight left at eight. They would have one hell of a problem, flying with a hangover, but they'd manage. It could be done, but it wasn't pleasant. N-Zee got up to go to the bathroom again, and AJ felt the need to go himself. N-Zee was almost done when he finally made it in there, but he stayed to talk to AJ, if you could call it talking. "So, now you're leaving me." "Not for ever" "How do I know that. You can just be lying, going to stay with your other best friend in Bahamas." "I have no other best friend" "You just saying that to make feel good?" "You got that right" "You're not leaving" "OK" They had no idea what they were saying, but it sounded right. Being this drunk was never good AJ found out, and turned to leave, and found himself stubling. As he fell forward he found himself wondering it he was gonna break something. His head hit the stone floor, and N-Zee was there quickly, sitting down next to him. He didn't hit his head that hard, but N-Zee carried him upstairs, and put him in his own bed. The others was going home, but they told N-Zee that they would pick AJ up at seven in the morning. "See you in an hour and a half" he replied, and walked in a almost straight line into his bedroom, where AJ was on his way out. "I have to go. I'll miss my filght." "You're gonna walk to the airport?" "Yep" AJ says, and was halfway through the door before N-Zee stopped him. "Get into bed" "No. Get out of my way" AJ says, trying to get loose from N-Zee's grip. He looks him straight into the eyes, and comes up with a good way to make him let him go. He crushed his lips on N-Zee's. But instead of letting go, N-Zee halfway opened his mouth, inviting AJ in. That was an invitation he only needed once, and before he knew it, they were lying on N-Zee's bed, kissing, clothes dissapearing in a hurry. Mouth on mouth. Lips on flesh. Sweat running down his forehead as he thrusted into the man underneath him. Soft kisses. Sweet caresses. Breathing hard. Climaxing together. Panting as he drops down on him, rolling off, cradling his head. Sleeping close to each other, feeling safe. ******************** AJ looks at N-Zee lying naked on the bed. He looks so peaceful, he can't bring himself to wake him up. And besides, according to Mickey he is hard to wake up, and he is in a terrible mood if you do. So he takes his clothes on after washing off some of N-Zee's come, or possibly his own, and goes down to wait for the others. They arrive, and he gets quietly into the car. He didn't leave a note. He didn't have anything to write. What could he possible write after this. Could they ever fix it, or was their friendship over for good because of it? Too many questions ran through his head as they were on their was to the airport, and later, Bahamas.
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