"He knows?" I asked.

"All the family do now. Thanks, Dean. You really helped me with this, ya know. Do your folks know about you?"

"Yeah. They've known for some time, apparently. They just didn't want to say anything in case I wasn't and they hurt my feelings. How'd you break it to them?"

"Well, I told Zac first. I know it sounds crazy, but he's the one I trust the most. The thing is, we both decided to tell each other the same thing at the same time..."

"What, Zac's gay as well?!" I wasn't sure I could believe what I was hearing...

"He's not sure yet. He's never been with ANYONE yet, so he can't really make up his mind. Ike doesn't seem to give a shit, and my dad almost seems relieved. I went through a tough time with him a while back, and me opening my heart to him seems to have helped a lot. My mom's still not sure about it, though. She's sorta accepted it, but still can't quite get to grips with me checkin' other guys out... We've all decided it best if we keep it to ourselves, though."

Inside, Tay's trailer looked pretty nice - there was a double bed at each end, a wide screen TV and VCR, satellite receiver ("Can't be doin' without MTV, ya know"). About half way down the cabin, there was a smallish kitchen and what I presumed to be a fairly decent sized bathroom. Tay pulled his shoes off and leapt onto the bed, me needing no encouragement to follow.

We talked for a while, Tay telling me some about the hectic schedule he and his brothers'd had to follow over the last four months or so, including thirty-seven concerts, fifteen interviews with them playing live, and the recording of their second album, me filling Tay in on the incidents at school and in my life. I finished by leaning forward and kissing him on the nose. "You don't know how much I've missed you, you know..."

"I think I got a pretty good idea," he said, kissing me full on the lips. I was lost in ecstasy again - I'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have Tay's tongue probing my mouth, mine doing the same to his.

Then we heard the giggle. We both looked up, seeing Zac with his head poked round the door, convulsing with laughter.

He made "kissy-kissy" sounds at us and raced off yelling "Dean and Taylor can't catch me, they're K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Tay leapt off the bed and pulled his roller-blades on. "You blade, don't ya? Here, use my spare pair..." I strapped the blades onto my feet and followed Tay out the door. "You are so dead, Zac!" yelled Tay, speeding across the open tarmac parking area. "Dean, you go round that way - try to head him off!"

I skated round the edge of hall D, down the service alleyway, through the link building and out the other side. Just rounding the other corner was Zac, Tay in hot pursuit. Spotting he'd been headed off, Zac stuck out his arm and grabbed a hold of a sign post, catapulting him through a right angle down a footpath. Tay just managed to grab the lamp post, but not quite hard enough, sending himself full-tilt into (or rather through) a hedge.

I slowed to ask Tay if he was all right. "KEEP GOIN'! I'll catch you up! Just get the little twerp!" I skated off after Zac, gaining slowly. The footpath took us in a quarter-mile loop around the arena and, if I hadn't have been chasing Hanson Junior, would have probably quite enjoyed it. Not that I didn't enjoy the sight of his arse through his tight jeans...

I was definitely quicker in the straight, but Zac could out-corner me easily and he knew it! He'd wait to the last possible second to turn and, more often than not I'd overshoot. However, as we were approaching the place where Tay decided to go hedge-spotting, Tay leapt out in front of Zac, causing him to corner a little harder than even he could cope with. He veered off to the right, down an embankment and into an ornamental pond that'd obviously taken someone a very long time to get just right. I swear he actually water-skied for a short time he was going so fast, but gravity soon took a hold on the situation: pulling him, arse first, into the murky green water. Tay and I coasted down the path next to him laughing our guts out. "There, that'll teach ya to laugh!" grinned Tay. I held my hand out to the bedraggled sibling and, spotting a chance to even things out, Zac accepted by pulling me in on top of him.

Now it was Zac's turn to laugh. "Y... Yo... You're all wet......". He was absolutely pissing himself. I couldn't help but start to laugh either. Tay extended a hand to me this time, and just as I was getting out, Zac grabbed me by the waste, pulling me back in along with Tay, who landed astride me. Face to face, a spark flew between Tay and me as it did every time we were that close: it was a physical effort for me not to kiss him.

Tay thankfully broke the moment by getting off me and pulling Zac up by his shirt. "C'mon, Zac - we're gonna have to teach you a lesson."

Tay and I climbed out of the pond, covered in green slime and wildlife and pulled Zac out afterwards, his blonde hair now having a rather unappealing green tinge to it. "Wha... What are you gonna do to me?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath.

"You really don't want to know," I replied, having no idea myself. Tay just winked at me: He obviously had a pretty good idea...


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