Today is the same as any other day, ever since I can remember it's been like this. The fifteen minutes before we go on stage I always find myself in the men's room, standing in front of the mirror staring at myself just like I am now. Usually following the throwing up ritual, that comes before it.

It's the same, but I know it's not really, not now, and never will be again. As I stare at myself I can't see any changes; I look and feel every bit the same as I always have. I can't quite remember when it all changed or even why, but it did.

The thing that bothers me more, is the fact that I'm hurt by it, I should be relieved. I mean I always hated all the attention I got. No that’s not quite true, at times I hated it. It's always been about the music for me, and it peeved me off more times than I can remember, that half the fans were only there to get a glimpse of "The Golden Boy" all hot and sweaty. I hated that too, that name that referred to me more times than I can remember. I laugh now, haven't heard it for a while, not since he became "The Golden Boy", i can't understand why but i miss it.

I look at the clock, he'll be here in a few minutes, and he'll come in and lock the door. Always the same ritual, always the same reassuring smile, although these days we both know its gesture has a different meaning. And right on cue here he is, in all his spectacular glory, just looking at him I can see why it all changed, he's more beautiful than anything I can ever remember seeing in my life. I guess it was only a matter of time before the fans noticed it too.

Ever since the new album came out, and the tour started, it's all been about him, he just seemed to come alive with all this confidence he never had before, or never showed. It may have been the fact that he has four solo songs on this new album, this wonderful album that we are all so proud of. It's success took us by surprise really, but now I realize it's success is because of the fact he has those solo songs, and they all were released as singles, and all reached number one on the billboards. Now I realize this is *his* album.

His strong, tanned arms slip silently around me pulling me into him, surrounding me with his strength, comfort and love, "you okay Tay", his breathy words whisper in my ear, sending a moan to my throat and a shiver down my spine. "Hmm, I am now you're here". I close my eyes and lean further into him resting my shakey hand over his stong one, letting him surround me, resting my head on his shoulder.

Turning my face into his neck, I snake out my tongue to taste his perfection. As he leans his head over allowing me greater access to his neck I trail soft kisses along his jaw until I have to turn around to reach his wonderful full lips I love so much. Just as I close my lips over his, I captured his tongue as he licked his lips in anticipation. I took that opportunity to suck his tongue in my mouth as it met with mine. He let a loud moan slip into my mouth, and ground his hips into mine, rubbing our erections together. It took all my strength, not to take him right then.

Pulling away reluctantly, "Zac.. We can't do this now, not here, we're on in a few minutes", the breathy whisper left my lips without conviction. His chest rumbled with laughter as I tried rushing past him to get out, his hand covered mine, as I was about to unlock the door. "Tay, come on, I need you", He whispered into my ear. "We really have about forty minutes until we're on, I turned the clock forward so I could get you in here". I turned to him in shock, the grin on his face and the shifting of his eyebrows showed the mischievous look he always had, when he wants to screw around.

His smile slipped away, he suddenly became serious as he leaned into me pushing me up against the door. His lips were on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth this time. My hips thrust forward to meet his, God he was hard, my cock twitched as I felt his hand slip open the button on my jeans between us. As the zipper slid down in his fingers, I let out a moan. I relished in the feel of his rough hands as they held my cock firmly, he pulled it out of my jeans and into the open, the mixture of cold air and his warm hands around me making me almost crazy with desire.

"Tay…. You know I love you right", his words slipped out all perfect and raspy as he kissed and sucked my neck. "You're still my golden boy, the man in my soul, perfection is what you have always been, for the fans and me". His reassuring words came so lovingly. I just wish they were true. He rested his forehead against mine, cupping my jaw in his hands to make me look at him. I stared straight into those warm sad eyes of his, the eyes that always melted my heart. "Let me show you", his words sounded desperate as he slid down in front of me. His warmth enveloped my cock as it slid into his mouth past those perfect lips, the suction sending me into ecstasy overload. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes as I concentrated on the feel of overwhelming pleasure that started in my balls, and spread in my thighs and seemed to wash over me, down to my feet. My legs became week to the point I thought they'd collapse, and I vaguely felt Zac's free hand go to my knees to support them.

It wasn't long before I felt the burning of cum shooting up my shaft. I thrust my hips forward involuntarily pushing myself further into Zac's mouth, I felt the first load shoot in to his mouth as i felt the sensation of the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. Zac moaned as loud as I did, and he swallowed all I could offer him. "Fuck…Zac," I shouted breathlessly, his mouth slipped from my softening cock, and kissed my stomach. Looking up he smiled as our eyes met, "I told you your perfect Tay, you made me cum, and you didn't even touch me." We both chuckled as he rubbed the ache in his jeans.

He stayed there on his knees recovering.

At that moment, my eyes met the mirror, there he was on his knees his face lying sideways on my stomach, panting as he recovered from his own orgasm. I swear he glowed with light, just like an angel. His golden hair all ruffled as my hands ran through it, his lips planting feathery kisses over me as he whispered words I couldn't even hear. It was then that the overwhelming feeling of acceptance washed over me.

I knew at that moment, it was time to step aside. Time to let the real *Golden Boy* take centre stage.