I fucking hate riding in planes. My ears always pop and
turbulence scares the hell out of me. Traveling around the world with
my 4 best friends is definitely the only occasion that I would
voluntarily board a plane and stay on it for over 4 hrs. Brian and I
have agreed that we should sleep a lot to rest up for the press that
we will be doing on land. Plus jet lag will probably be kicking our
ass by the time we get back to New York. We made this promise, both
knowing that sleeping was the last thing from our minds if we wound
up in a bed together, but being on plane in such close quarters with
the other guys and the press, it would be tough to find the
time/place to do what we really wanted to do. We've been together
secretly ever since the night before his wedding that we spent
together. Both of us regretted not acting on our feelings before and
waiting till the last minute, but after that night together, we knew
that we couldn't be apart. Brian passed calling the wedding off as
last minute jitters, being afraid to commit to someone for a
lifetime, yet in reality, we both hoped that we would be together for
exactly that long. I dream about being with him as I fall into a deep
sleep. I know André will probably sneak in to take a picture so I
should probably keep my hands to myself, for now.
-Brian-
Dammit, why the hell can't I fall asleep? Stupid plane.
Flying annoys me. It was one thing to fly on a string above the crowd
in the Millennium tour, but now they have my ass on a flight around
the world? Sometimes I ask `What the hell did I get myself into?'.
Then I remember why I love what I do so much and how much I love the
guys that have been a part of it. AJ is lying next to me, I can tell
he's not sleeping cause he keeps shaking the bed when he tosses and
turns. I also know that he's horny as hell. That boy constantly needs
sex and the past day I can tell have been rough for him, but I did
see him talking to one of the flight attendants… Howie is down at the
end probably wishing that André would get the hell out of the room
with his camera. He's always flipping out about people thinking we're
gay. I know this picture probably won't help that any… hehehe if
people only knew… And of course Nick is snoring. I love him to death,
but that is a habit I could definitely live without. The flash of
André's camera goes off and an unsuspecting AJ jumps out of the
bed. " What the fuck? We're trying to get some sleep!" he screams as
he chases him out of the room. "I'm going in the fucking closet to
sleep. No one better bother me there, or I'm kicking some ass." AJ
grunted as he grabbed a blanket and a pillow and left the room. I
kept my eyes shut trying to force myself to sleep when I heard Howie
get up. "I forgot my Pooh bear…"he mumbled as he followed AJ out the
door. I heard him lock it on the way out, saying something about
letting us sleep in peace. Nick continued to snore, getting louder. I
nudged him lightly, turning him on his side. He rolled over and faced
me. The snoring stopped and I opened my eyes to stare at his
disheveled hair, his soft skin and those sensuous lips that continued
to taunt me as each breath escaped from his mouth. That hot, sexy
mouth…`No, must try and get some sleep…' I thought to myself, once
again closing my eyes tightly, trying to block the erotic thoughts of
what I wanted to do to Nick out of my mind.
-Nick-
He fucking woke me up when he pushed me to make me stop
snoring. I was having a great dream about him too… I can feel how
great it was by the bulge that is growing between my legs. Wait a
minute, where…. Where the hell did Howie go? I shoved my leg back,
sliding it slightly over to the edge of the bed…oooo he's gone. Now
it's just me, Brian, and…I peeked my eye open ever so slightly and…Oh
yes! They're both gone! Perfect. I decide to pretend that I'm still
sleeping. Looks like Brian's eyes are closed tightly. We're going to
have to be quiet, but that has never stopped us before.
