Hey guys and gals! It's me again. See, I told you that I would have something out by the end of this week! Oh yeah, I want to give a big thank you to those people who wrote me about the first two chapters of my story. It's nice to know that you're appreciated. Well, hope this new bit again meets with your approval.
Disclaimer:
If you are confused, none of this story is true (but hey, we can dream can't we!). This is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of the Backstreet Boys. How the hell would I know anyway? Also, if you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to read this type of stuff in your area, please don't read any further. I don't want any of y'all to get in trouble! :)
D-Evolution
Chapter 3: Breakfast in Bed
The realization of our positions made me a bit nervous. I mean, how would you react if you woke up to an international superstar's dick stabbing you in the back? (Hey, get your minds out of the gutter!) I smacked Howie's thigh, trying to wake him up. At this, he simply snored a little and pulled me tighter to his chest.
'Shit! Well that worked like crap!' I thought to myself quickly while trying to think of another way to get Howie up. Finally, I just reached behind me and pinched his ass hard. Howie woke and rolled himself onto his back with a stifled scream. This would have been really funny had he not also catapulted me off the side of the bed when he rolled over so abruptly.
"What in the hell was that for?" he groaned loudly from his side of the bed while lightly rubbing the spot where I pinched him, "That really, really hurt!"
Though it hadn't felt good to smash into the hardwood floor, I couldn't help but laugh at his whining. I quieted myself just as the other guys walked in and chaos erupted.
"Hey Doug! We just thought we'd make you breakfast in bed as a tha...," Kevin stopped talking with a strangled gasp as he saw Howie lying naked on the bed and rubbing his ass. "Howie, what are you doing? Hurry up and get dressed before Doug gets back and sees you like this! My God, what were you thinking? I mean, I know you think he's good looking and all, but what if he doesn't swing that way! Damn, how could you be so stupid?" he whispered forcefully.
At this, Howie turned beet red and his head snapped to where I had fallen off the bed with a horrified expression. The others were confused about what he was looking at. My bedroom door is opposite where I had fallen and they couldn't see me. They did, however, realize my presence when I sat up next to my bed and looked at them wide-eyed and with a very shocked look on my face. When he saw me, Howie grabbed the sheets and quickly ran out of the room.
'Damn, I've ruined everything now! Way to go Doug, you've managed to fuck up royally yet again! Why can things never just go right for me?' I asked myself silently, 'Well, I'd better get my ass moving and go see if he's alright.'
The guys all looked surprised when I pushed past them and followed Howie down the hall. I stopped in front of the bathroom when I heard a soft rustling coming from inside. I tried the handle and found it to be locked and when I asked him to let me in I got no response. Knowing my place well, I understood how to get in. One of my roommates had accidentally screwed up the door and now it was very easy to get the lock to give. I lifted up on the handle and twisted it quickly. It came open without even a noise of protest. The sight that greeted me was enough to break my heart. Howie was huddled on the floor wrapped in the sheet hyperventilating. I don't think that he even realized I was in the room with him. When I touched his shoulder, his breathing became more frantic. I couldn't stand to see him in so much pain and grabbed him in a fierce hug.
He put his head down on my shoulder as he got his breathing under control and his heart calmed. I just rocked him back and forth and rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him. I looked up to a noise and saw the rest standing in the doorway with sad expressions.
"It's alright you guys. I'll can handle it by myself," I told them quietly as I picked Howie up and carried him down the hall to my room.
The entire way there, Howie was mumbling only one thing, 'It's all my fault. Now he hates me.' He repeated it to himself over and over again in an anguished voice. I set him down on my bed and knelt down in front of him. Grabbing him at the temples, I forced him to look into my eyes as I spoke.
"Howie, you did nothing wrong and I don't hate you. Everything between us is going to be fine," he looked at me in disbelief and shock when he heard this, obviously not seeing how everything was okay. "Would I be here with you right now if I hated you? And what do you think you have done to warrant that hatred?" I asked him softly.
"You know that I'm gay and that I like you. How can you get along with me knowing that? Oh God! I should have never slept in your bed last night!" he wailed in a heart rending fashion. He broke down in front of me with my hands still holding his head.
"Howie, listen to me, if I hated you for that reason, then I would have to hate myself. It's kind of difficult to hate gays when you are one," I gently whispered to him as I pulled him to my chest. He seized me like a life-line after those words and proceeded to drench my T-shirt with his tears. Soon, I pulled him from me so that I could see his face. I lightly ran my thumbs across his cheeks to clean away the tears and stared into his beautiful eyes. I slowly brought my face to his and kissed his lips gently.
"I could never hate someone as wonderful as you..."
To be continued... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- So how was it? I know this wasn't nearly as long as the last one, but don't worry! Chapter 4 will be out this weekend and it will be MUCH longer. This chapter was basically to keep you happy until then! Anyway, I appreciate your reading it and would really like it if you would e-mail me to tell me what you think at: ardcypher5@hotmail.com
Thanks again for the support!