"Nick can you give me a hug?"
"Can I thouch your hair!!!"
"Wanna marry me?"
"iiiiiiiiiiii"
There were no end to the questions and the screams that followed from the fans. All Nick wanted to do was scream even louder. That and fart!
His stomach was feeling bad now. Acting up all the time and he looked desperately for relief. Maybe he could let one go, clear the room. It was getting too crowded anyway. Like that time onstage in Germany. His stomach had been upset from some hot food and he had let one go in mid song. Brian had coughed, gagged and laughed so much that he forgot the line. Claiming that a green film had taken over the concert hall. Nick had never felt so humiliated. Then several years later Brian had told this to the press. The Rolling Stone Magazine.
That would not be nice. Beside that was not something heart throb Nick would do. That same Nick that everybody wanted to marry. However that was something that AJ would do! Besides the press had enough juicy stuff as it was so farting was out of the question. For now.
Moaning he rubbed his stomach getting Brian's attention. Brian raised his eyebrows as if to say "Whatīs up dude?"
"Have to hit the john!" Nick mouthed, hoping that no one other than Frick caught his message and hopefully not AJ.
"Bad?"
Nick nodded, afraid to move too much. Oh if he could just get out of the situation, take a break he would feel so much better. Break like the wind.
As if his upset stomach wasnīt enough, his balls was getting more and more tender as the minutes passed on. Had he finally caught some sexually transmitted disease?
Nick was very careful with using protection, but he knew that one could slip easily in one drunken state. Nick had tested for diseases relieved that he had come out negative. Life was to short to play with.
He shifted uncomfortably on the chair, trying to ease the discomfort in his bowels and testicles as best as he could without garnering attention. Brian smiled smugly, yet he felt safe. Brian would never reveal anything that could embarrass him. Not in front of the fans anyway. But then hadnīt he been the one that had thrown him out in just his boxers at that show in Europe? And told the magazine about him farting?
Nick frowned. Brian was not to be trusted either, he decided.
The fans were gathering around his table and he was writing so fast it seemed as if the pen was on fire. Gosh he had no idea that one could get so fed up with writing one's own name. He most have written it millions of times!!!!
Slurporup.. Nickīstomach was making loud complaints and this time even AJ caught the attention.
"You allright dude?" he asked. Nick nodded furiously.
AJ grinned.
Oh no, please donīt say anything. Nick mentally begged and as AJ was about to open his mouth Brian saved the situation. "Why donīt we all take five?" Getting a disappointed sound from the fans that were waiting in the line.
Bri, I could kiss you, Nick thought, seeing that relief was at stake. As soon as the boys stood up Nick headed towards the back of the store, Jaye in tow.
The restroom was in the back and Nick quickly swept in to a stall. Jaye waiting outside.
"Nick, dude are you okay?" It was AJ that had decided to grace the restroom with his prescence, obviously using the facilities. The urinal ones.
"Yeah.." Nick had a hard time keeping his voice lightly since his stomach had finally decided to change music selection into Hip Hop.
"Still got the poopies?"
"Nooooo!!!" Nick felt embarrassed. Okay, the room had thin walls, but there were no need to rub it in. AJ was being way too blunt since Nick felt shitty enough as it was.
AJ laughed loudly,"It sure sounds like it!"
Nick groaned. When would this humiliation stop? Probably when he was buried in a coffin, until then he would be the laughing topic of the group.
When he had done his "business" Nick took a close look at his balls, gasping. They were so sore and red and swollen. No wonder that he couldnīt wear any pants. Wetting some paper towels he cooled them down. Pigs in a blanket.
"Ahhhhh...uhhhmmm." It felt so nice that Nick closed his eyes, not caring how it sounded. He sank back on the closed toilet seat, devouring the situation in hand. AJ however was still outside. Lurking. Like a peeper and he heard Nick moan like he was getting it off.
"Hey dude, couldnīt you wait until you got home? Jacking off in public donīt get you any points!" AJ was laughing now. No he was more likely howling from laughter.
The hair on Nick's arms rose. Shit AJ was still there and he had heard him. Shit...shit...shit. Life was so unfair. How was he gonna explain this? And once again Nick was sure that he was going to be the talking object on this tour. AJ loved tattling on him and now he got another topic to share with the rest of the world. 'Did you know what Nickster did? He jerked off in a bathroom stall!' Way to go!
"Knock it off!" Nicks face flushed with embarrassment. Ok it was one thing sharing your farts, but the rest???
Nick was known in the band as a frequent farter and he liked to do it to gross out the others. Jerking off or toweling his balls was however something he preferred to do in private!
"Come on Hot Sauce, we have to get back!" With that AJ left the restroom, still laughing.
Nick sighed with relief. He carefully unwrapped "the hot dog" and then wet more towels. An idea struck him. Maybe he could leave it in his boxers, that way he would be cooled down all the time. Besides girls had pads, why couldnīt he have towels?
With relief in mind he made an coolage package and then put on his boxers. It felt good. Stomach calming down and one tylenol later he felt ready to conquer the world again and with that he walked back to the fans.
It could have been the fever since Nick wasnīt thinking straight. The second he sat down he realized his mistake. His gigantic mistake. The towels, wet, made an impact to his boxers and his sweatpants and then... it looked like he had wet himself!!!! Total humilation!!!
At that point Nick wanted to die!!!!!!! Japan was a country that he swore that he would never go back too. Never!!! It had too many bad memories and here was one just behind the corner.
Nick stiffened. In more ways than one. Fans were still coming, greeting him all the time. His mind on other things he still managed to put on a smile. But the hugs were out of questions since then he had to stand up and that.. He shudders as he thought about the consequenses. The jokes. The tabloids....
Nick Carter needs diapers!!!!
Nick not dry behind his ears. Here is the shocking evidence. Picture on the wet seat!
Nick into panty wetting!
More headlines for the press! Humiliation abound.
The autograph signing dragged along and much to Nick's relief it came to an end. But as they were about to leave came the next situation. How to get out of the store with a BIG wet mark on his butt?
Nicks mind went overdrive as he was trying to think of an escape route. If the boys knew how many brain cells he used they would say that his brain was fried. Which was close to the truth. Both from embarressment as well as fever.
Maybe he could say that he had sweated up a storm? That wouldnīt be too farfetched since coldsweat wasrunning down his back. Or that he had dropped his water bottle??
Paper towels had been an bad idea. Another one of Nick's brilliant ideas had gone sour.
Just as he was about to give up, handing himself over to humiliation and laughs when an idea crossed his mind. Looking over at the older band member he noticed that Kevin had his long brown coat on. The one that he prized as much as his wife. Or maybe even more.
What if Nick could borrow that one? Feeling relief at hand one more time he tried to come up with excuses to borrow that precious coat since Kevin was not known for someone that lent out things. Especially not to him.
Think Nick. Think.
He shudderd suddenly. From fear, but also from the chills that were more and more taking over his body. Both from fever as well as wetness.
Chills! That was it. Not even Kevin could say no to a dying man. With that in mind he called out in a whiney voice, "Kev?"
The oldest band member looked at the young blonde on the end of the table. He looked really pale and Kevin almost jerked at the sight. Was it the light or did Nick look even worse than before?
"Yes?"
"Can I borrow your coat?" Nick asked, coughing to make an effect. But he didnīt have to pretend the pain that came with that and he winced unvoluntary. It felt like he had swollowed tons of broken glass!
"You have your own jacket!" Kevin wasnīt about to give away his precious coat not to anyone or for anything.
The rest of the boys had stopped the conversation with the fans and they followed the conversation with interest. AJ wanting to take up a bet, the gambler that he was. Brian elbowed him in the side. That was not a proper act.
Fuck. That idea went down the drain too. Just as he was about to loose faith another chill wracked his body and he winced.
"Please Kevin. Iīm so cooold!!" The whining did the trick.
A deep sigh. "Ok, but donīt mess it up!" Kevin handed it to Nick like he was giving away the English crown jewels.
Nick put it on quickly, hoping that no one noticed his predicament. Saved once again by Kevin Richardson! This was starting to be a habit.
Then the guys thanked the stores owner and left the store, Nick leaving his print on his seat. No one said anything although Nick could out the corner of his eye the owner frowning while looking at the seat.
He grinned all the way to the limo.