"So, what did you think, Dean?" asked walker as we drove back towards the Hansons' home.

"That was bloody brilliant!" I exclaimed, not being able to remove the grin from my face as I recalled being chucked around in the air by Tay.

"Can we go again?" asked Zac who was in an equally hyper state.

"I'm sure we will," confirmed Walker. "I wanna see what those two got up to when we get back," he grinned.

"You should like it, dad,"

"Huh?"

"The video tapes, remember?"

"Oh yeah... " Damn - I'd been caught screaming as he'd pulled off those aerobatics the first time...

We turned into the road, only to be confronted by what could only be described as a scary sight. Stood outside the house on the front lawn were about half a dozen news teams from assorted networks including CNN and MTV.

"Uh oh - get down people," said walker as he completely bypassed the house and drove straight on up the street. Once he had turned the corner, he pulled over and pulled his mobile from his coat pocket.

"Diane honey where are you? OK, good - stay there until I call you - we've got the media swarming over the house... Yes, we're all fine - they haven't spotted us yet. Umm, I don't know - something's certainly stirred them up. I think we're just gonna have to try and get the van into the garage - there's no way we could make it to the door in time. Can you call the police and security? OK, thanks... Yes, we'll be careful. Love you..."

Walker hung up and took a very deep breath. "Ike, is there anything blocking any of the garage doors?"

"The left is blocked - go for the middle one, you'll only get a couple of beanbags."

"OK, which of you three is the fastest runner?"

"Uh, I guess I am," replied Tony.

"OK - here're the house keys - get to the back of the house and let yourself in by the back door. Don't bother about the alarm - once it goes off it'll call for security anyway. Get down to the garage and open the middle door when you hear us coming, OK? And if you can, try not to be seen."

"OK." Tony took the keys from Walker and was just about to leg it when he had a thought. "Which one is it?"

"That one," he said, pointing to a security-lock type key. "Good luck. We'll be down in exactly two minutes."

Tony nodded and pegged it off round the corner and back towards the huge crowd of people trampling over the Hansons' front lawn. He noticed the little alleyway between the houses and dived down in, hoping it would somehow get it to the back of the houses. He breathed a sigh of relief as he managed to work out where he was, and ran towards the gate in the hedge that led through to their back yard. Hurdling over the flower boarders, he landed against the back door and shoved the key into the lock, preying it was the right one. Much to his relief, the key went into the lock and turned with a reassuring clunk as the bolt withdrew from the doorframe. As he entered, the alarm panel by the door started beeping at him, prompting him to enter the disarm code, but he had to ignore it. He shut and locked the door from the inside and rattled down the stairs into the garage. Being disoriented for a moment, he looked around, breathing hard, trying to think what he was supposed to be doing. Somehow, he had managed to work himself up and felt as if he were Indiana Jones leaping through the temple of doom, the media circus outside being the evil, head- hunting natives. He saw the door opener, went over to it and pushed the middle door's "OPEN" button. The door began to creek and groan as the motor, being asked to perform twice in the same day, whinged and complained as it oh-so-slowly wound the door up.

And not a moment too soon: The TransSport bounced over the slight curb into the driveway sending a camera crew diving for their lives and screeched into the garage, Walker miraculously managing to keep the vehicle on target as the tyres scrabbled for grip.

Tony hit the down button the moment they were inside, the motor much preferring the task of lowering the door, doing so quite quickly.

The engine stopped and everything went desperately quiet, save for the manic whistling of the alarm in the background.

Walker slowly pulled himself out of the driver's seat, then opened the sliding door to let us out.

"Any idea what they're after?"

None of us could honestly think of a reason why the media were suddenly so interested in them once again.

"I think we could probably find out," said Ike as he walked over to the TV and switched it on. He began to channel-hop, flicking through the available stations trying to find something relavent - which was difficult at the best of times. An image flicked on the screen for a second that seemed familiar, so he stopped flicking and backed up a channel or two until he saw it again.

Seven mouths dropped open as the crystal clear image of what was unmistakably Taylor and myself rolling around in his back garden, being 'just a bit more than friendly'. The image froze at what I would have considered a beautiful picture of Tay kissing me, but in this context it was damning. The picture then shrunk to the standard news- size box in the top left-hand corner of the screen with the caption "Roomers revealed".

I turned to look at Tay, but instead of seeing the look of utter horror and fright on his face, he was smiling an ever-increasing smile. He looked back at me to see the quizzical look on my face.

"We don't have to hide any more," he whispered, taking my hand and squeezing it.

"Yeah, but what about your fans?"

"If they're real fans, they'll stay put."

I looked over at Walker: Now there was a worried man. He didn't seem emotional, just worried, and that concerned me slightly. He pulled his phone from his pocket and slowly dialed a number, then held it to his ear with a slightly shaking hand.

"Hi Chris? It's Walker... Are you watching MTV? Well I think you ought to..."

"Silence once again fell across us as the video of Tay and I rolling around on the grass was played once again.

"Well?" asked a concerned Walker to the group's manager. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, DENY IT?! Chris they were as good as having sex there!"

I could faintly hear the voice on the other end of the line. "Well, there's nothing there to suggest that they were doing anything more than ho... Oh."

He stopped short as Tay and I began kissing.

"So?"

"What can we do? The secret's out, though I have the feeling it won't come as too much of a surprise..."

"WHAT?!"

"Walker, take a stroll down real street for a moment, OK? Ever since MMMBop was released people have been calling people Taylor gay, and when have you EVER heard your son DENY it, huh? Give me one example."

Walker opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him miserably, so he shut it again.

"Perhaps Tay ought to speak to them himself, he's done it before..."

Walker looked over at his son, who was now grinning widely.

"But he's never done anything like that before,"

"Yes he has, you just didn't know about it."

Walker decided he needed a long talk with his son, but not before something had been done about the hoards outside.

"Taylor, Chris thinks it'd be a good idea if you went to talk to them... Do you want to?"

Tay didn't answer, but just ran over to the stairs and bounded up them, me in tow.

As we approached the front door, Tay stopped and turned to face me, holding me by my shoulders.

"Are you sure you want to do this," he asked. "You're just as much a part of it now as I am... You reckon you can deal with celeb status?" he asked, a hint of anguish in his voice, dreading me giving a negative answer. The idea of being a 'normal' gay couple in the sense it didn't matter who knew about it seemed extremely appealing, and so what if everyone in the world knew about it? I wanted to shout it out to them anyway! As for the reporters, as long as they respected our privacy from time to time, we'd respect their insatiable need for information, even if we did give them dis-information...

I hung my arms over his shoulders and brushed the stray hair out of his left eye. "Yes."

Tay looked as if he desperately needed to say something, his eyes starting to go shiny as they betrayed the beginnings of tears, so I kissed him, hoping the old proverb of actions speaking louder than words held true.

We parted, both of us feeling like this would mark the final event in our becoming one with each other. Tentatively, Tay reached for the deadlock and unbolted it, removed the door chain and finally twisted the handle, exposing us to the outside world.

It took only a second: "THERE THEY ARE!"

Moments later, a few kilowatts of light was directed at us, punctuated by camera flashes from all directions, causing us both to squint as no-one had actually bothered to turn on the lights inside. Microphones from all directions were thrust at us, adorned with three letter logos that all seemed alike to me and, of course, there was the sound. Multiple voices all asking questions simultaneously, no individual one being audible over the others until the hoards decided that someone's question was of greater importance than their own, a single voice being allowed to speak.

"Taylor, do you deny the allegations made against you?" asked an Fox News correspondent.

Tay looked at me and grinned. He was going to have some fun with this.

"And what allegations would those be?"

"That you are homosexual." Damn - even British reporters aren't that direct!

"If it were an allegation, I'd be expected to deny it. What has been said is true."

Silence. Wonderful! Taylor had well and truly pissed on their strawberries by stealing the argument they were expecting to have: Presenting him with the supporting evidence and then moving in for the kill. But the bastard had just admitted it! Bloody excellent!

There was a mad rustling of paper as three or four pages were skipped in several notebooks, presumably to get to the 'when he finally admits it' stage.

"Taylor! Taylor, When did you know that you were gay?"

"When did you know you were straight? Assuming you are, of course..."

This was excellent...

"Um, I... I've always known..."

"So have I."

"Taylor! Why didn't you say something before this?"

"No-one asked me. Besides, you don't just go around introducing yourself by saying 'Hi, my name's Taylor and I'm gay' now do you?"

"How did you meet Dean?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

Thanks, Tay...

It's a strange sensation having fifteen or so video lenses pointed at you, and an even stranger one to think that a few million people may be hanging on every word you say. I was scared shitless!

"Uh, we, err... we met by chance on the Eurostar."

"It was a real anti-climax, you know?" said Tay, me thankful he had the spotlight once again. "I was just sat there and the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen walks straight by me without even looking twice! Dean says that he thought it couldn't possibly be me, but I'm sure he was just playing hard-to-get."

They laughed! They actually laughed! This was a very good sign - they were on our side!

"After the train thing we went to an amusement park in England and spent a couple of days there and things kinda... well, worked!"

"Are you worried that this'll have a bad effect on Hanson?"

"Not at all - I'm still the same guy I always was: You just know a bit more about me."

"Is this a long-term thing with you and Dean?"

This question seemed to anger Tay slightly - hell, it did me too!

"Let me put it this way: We've been together for quite a few months now, and things just keep getting better and better. You'll be the first one to know the moment anything happens, darling," said Tay, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows at the gangly reporter who blushed a very bright crimson and backed into the crowd, much to the amusement of everyone else.

"Well, guys, we've had a hard day..." was that innuendo intended?! "...and we'd just like to relax a while now, if we could. I'm sure there'll be another chance to talk to us very soon, OK?"

"Taylor! Dean! Before you go, can we have a kiss?"

We both smiled and drew close to each other, then kissed another deep, long kiss accompanied by an overture of camera shutters.

We parted, waved at the media, and went back into the house to see Walker standing there, finally smiling again. Tay closed the door then ran into his Dad's arms. "I'm proud of you, son," he said in the way only an American father can, then looked over at me.

"Well?" he smiled as he held out an arm. I too was hugged.

"You were so cool," said Tay as I gently squeezed his bollocks through his boxers. We were lying in bed, once again unable to sleep after the evening's excitement.

"Huh? I just stood there! I think I said six words!"

"You could've said nothing and still been cool," he said, maneuvering on top of me so his boxer-clad hard-on was pushing firmly against mine. "You can just walk into a room and exude coolness." We both just looked at each other for a second then burst out laughing.

"You don't half talk some shit sometimes,"

"So let's quit talking," he said, thrusting into me and planting his moist lips over mine, his tongue drilling deep into my mouth. I let my fingers scrape down his back and into his boxers, allowing my thumbs to hook over the waistband and start to pull them down over his firm arse. His hardon was trapped inside, however, so I wormed a hand in between us and carefully guided the elastic over the end of his hot dick. He shuddered as he felt my touch, now on his bare flesh, and began to maniacally pump into me whilst sucking and gently biting all over my face, neck and chest. It was as if all the pent-up anguish and aggression caused by having to hide who he really was from the world in general had been directly converted into sex drive - and it was being well and truly driven into me!

I yanked my own boxers down and squirmed at the amazing feeling of Tay's firm, hot, sweaty bollocks mashing against my own. As if acting on an unspoken command, we both realised we needed to 'prepare' for the act ahead so Tay shuffled himself around, and gently located his dick in my mouth, my nose being nearly intoxicated by the wonderful smell his balls were generating. Tay, meanwhile, had given my nads a single strong lick right from the tip of my dick to the base of my bollocks and had now got his hands under my arse and was spreading my cheeks. He continued his lick until he reached my hole, then began to push and swirl his tongue around causing me to instinctively 'wink' at him. He soon had my back door relaxed and could easily slide his tongue in and out making me squirm with intense feelings once again.

I continued to suck vigorously on Tay's velvety-soft shaft and could now just about guage when he was getting ready to shoot by the way his balls would move over my nose and his dick throb even more urgently than it was doing right now.

I suddenly realised that two fingers had now replaced Tay's tongue, and they were easily pistoning out of my now-well lubricated backside. Every time we did this, it seemed to get easier as if our bodies were becoming more adept at receiving six or so inches of horny teenager up the backside, anticipating the pleasure and therefore lubricating itself, though not to the extent that the tonguing session could be forgone.

All too soon, Tay pulled his fingers from me, and gently pulled himself out of my mouth. My brain was screaming to have something back in the newly vacated holes, so as he got up I grabbed the hand that had been finger fucking me and sucked on his fingers, getting a strange pleasure from tasting myself on him. He actually got off the bed, then pulled me up to, then nicked my place.

The sight of him sprawled on the bed with his dick fully erect and pointing due north was nearly enough to make me shoot my load spontaneously then and there, but I desperately held back, dick bucking and lurching as I attempted the near impossible.

"Ride me," he said, spreading his legs as wide as he could. Even though we'd done it so many times, the novelty certainly had not worn off: I was just as excited, nervous and full of anticipation as I was in the master suite back in the hotel. Taylor was beyond beauty in my mind now - to my eyes he was perfect, everyone and everything else in the world coming a rather pathetic second when compared with him.

Gently, I straddled him as he held his steel-hard shaft vertically and closed my eyes with anticipation as his dick head made contact with the soft tissue of my arsehole. I started to lower myself on to him, marveling in the feeling of his flared head pushing its way into me. We both groaned as the sensations washed over us, Tay's hands running gently up and down my arms serving to amplify the situation a hundred fold, his deep breaths evaporating the light sheen of sweat from my smooth, taught chest.

I soon felt my balls come into contact with Tay's wiry pubic hair, tickling them exquisitely as they nestled deeper into it. Now fully impaled on Tay, I could let my weight rest on his hips and use my hands to explore his upper body, running them over his subtle pecs and pinching his nipples. Tay also was busy exploring, practically mirroring my actions on him. Our eyes had locked again, transferring that indescribable flow of emotion and energy. Keeping my gaze exactly where it was, I gently began to rock my hips, so causing Tay's dick to slide in and out very slightly. He opened his mouth and let out a silent groan, smiling widely. I had to smile with his because of the intense pleasure his dick was inflicting on my insides - the movement may have only been slight, but it was more than enough to send my prostate into overdrive, a small river of sticky pre-cum flowing from the end of my dick. Tay jumped on this fact and began to smear it over my dick, the quantity being sufficient for him to touch my exposed head without it hurting.

I'm not sure how long we were like that, but I never wanted it to end. We were warm, close, together... one. Throughout the three- quarters of an hour or so we were coupled like that I continued my slight rocking, bringing us both incrementally further towards our respective climaxes with each slight movement. It felt as if we were both harder than we had ever been before, and the 'pressure' building up inside seemed unbelievable.

Then it happened.

Without speeding up or making my thrusts pronounced, I felt Tay squirt a huge gob of cum into me, then he stopped. He looked at me quizzically, then I did a similar thing, shooting such a long rope of cum it seemed as if I was pissing it out. It arched through the air and landed squarely on Tay's lower face and chest. The squeezing of my arsehole on his dick coaxed a second load from him then, as if something snapped, he began to pump his hips against me and fire a volley of short, powerful squirts into my bowels. This sudden cum frenzy set me off, launching into orgasm-proper with (forgive the pun) gay abandon, my cum flying out of my violently swinging dick as if it were an unmanned fire hose.

Tay shut his eyes and smiled as he felt my cum rain down on his fit body, smearing it over his nipples and chest and then scooped some up and sensuously licked the thick, sticky ropes from his fingers.

I lowered myself down to him and arched my back to try and lick as much of my own cum off him as I could without dislodging the thing that was giving me so much pleasure from my backside. I moved further up and laced my tongue round the cum-soaked leather of his chokers, my own decorations making him squirm as the cold metal tickled his bare flesh. We both sighed contentedly in the wonderful glowy feeling that always followed one of our 'sessions', feeling as if the world could end right then and we wouldn't notice, and even if we did we wouldn't give a damn. Our minds had melded and formed a barrier around us, impenetrable by anyone, even old Father Time himself. The worries we had had about being apart seemed so insignificant now. I wrapped my arms around my Taylor and nuzzled into his long, shiny locks of hair and hugged him tightly to me. We were one, and that's the way it was going to stay - we just knew that.

Slowly we both drifted into a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep, comforted by the sounds of our hearts beating in time to each other. True love: ain't it wonderful?


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