Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2001 13:46:44 +0100 (BST)
From: Ethan <irishfireuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Broken Hearted 1

The Broken Hearted

This story is purley fictional. I am not implying that any of the
poeple mentioned within are gay or that any of the situations are
real. I have no connections with Westlife or Ronan Keating!

Chapter One

Sligo, Ireland...

"Our next track goes out to Sophia from Galway, it's Ronan Keating
with 'Life is a roller coaster'..." Shane jumped out of his chair and
leaped across to the radio turning the volume high. Ronan's voice
echoed in the small room, Shane's thin lips formed into a smile, he
could hear him from all directions. As the song continued to play,
Shane gradually slipped into a nostalgic phase, remembering the start
of his relationship with Ronan.

 If there was one thing that really spoilt it, it was Yvonne, Ronan's
wife. It made Shane feel so guilty to know that he would be the cause
of a possible divorce. But guilty is not all that he felt, he felt
jealous too, jealous of the fact that whatever happens between them,
at the end of the day Ronan will return home to Yvonne.

London, England...

Ronan took a cold shower in an attempt to clear his head. However
once he had dried himself and got into bed, the thoughts began
spinning around in his head once again. He couldn't bare it any
longer; he didn't know what to do. He had to make a decision now,
before things got out of hand. But what was the right decision?

He was a married man and a father, it was blatantly obvious what the
right choice was, but then why couldn't accept that, why did his
heart say otherwise? He loved his wife, but he loved Shane too. Even
though it was only three months, he did love him; in fact sometimes
he felt more in love with Shane than Yvonne. Shane was so special to
him he was perfect. However hard he tried he couldn't find a fault
with anything that Shane did, and to Ronan that was love, that was
the kind of love that you could only feel for one person, and that
was the kind of love he felt for Shane. But for the sake of his
children, for the sake of his career, for the sake of Shane's career,
he knew what he had to do...

The following day, Sligo, Ireland...

"Come on Kian, how long?" Shane asked impatiently.

"Just a sec" Kian replied "I'll wait in the car," said Shane, sighing
exasperatedly. Two minutes later, Kian climbed into the passenger
seat; he was still shutting the door, when Shane drove off.

"You're in a hurry" Kian commented. Shane just smiled and continued
driving quietly, but at a very high speed. He was so eager to get to
Dublin, Ronan was returning from London too. He couldn't wait, after
two weeks they would finally be together again.

"Shane!" Kian screamed. Shane was jerked out of his daydream
realising what had happened, he had missed a herd of sheep by a mere
fraction. "Stupid sheep" he cursed.

Kian looked at him "Do you want me to drive?" he asked.

"It's okay, I'll drive"

"Try not to kill anything on the way, okay? There's a good boy" Kian
joked.

Dublin, Ireland...

Nicky and Kian were playing cards, huddled around the big fire in the
old Dublin mansion that they were sharing. "You're cheating" Kian
complained.

"I'm not! Prove it" replied Nicky, giggling.

"I'll show you," said Kian, punching Nicky playfully.

"You asked for it" Nicky grabbed Kian in a headlock and before long
the pair were involved in a hilarious play-fight. Rolling around the
floor like five year-olds. Shane watched them and smiled, 'they look
so cute together' he thought, he wondered whether there was anything
behind these play-fights. But he dismissed the thought immediately.

Nicky whistled "where are you going?" he asked, straightening his
long hair after the little tussle with Kian.

"Just out" replied Shane, taking another glance at the clock, he had
been ready for ages, in anticipation for his 'date' with Ronan.

"Who's the lucky girl?" Nicky pried.

"No one" said Shane, agitated. He grabbed his keys and got ready to
leave. "Where's Kian?" he asked, he hadn't noticed him leaving.

"He said he had to make a call" replied Nicky, losing interest in the
conversation.

"Okay I'm off," said Shane, as he disappeared out of the door.

Ronan paced up and down the room, he wanted to get 'it' over and done
with as soon as possible. But at the same time he wished that the
moment never arrived, he didn't want to do this, he wanted Shane. But
the voice of reason in his head was quick to remind him of what was
at stake.

The knock on the door made him jump, he quickly moved across and
opened it. Shane lept through the door, and they both stood facing
each other for a few silent seconds. Then Shane wrapped his arms
around Ronan and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Ronan
kissed him back, desperately, he had missed him soo much, he had
ached for his touch, and now that they were finally together, he
couldn't stop himself. He momentarily forgot what he had to say.

"Oh I missed you so much" Shane whispered, finally breaking the long,
hungry kiss.

"I missed you too" said Ronan, smiling weakly.

"You know what else I missed?" asked Shane, with a cheeky grin on his
face.

"What's that?"

"This" he whispered, nibbling Ronan's neck, he moved his hands down
Ronan's back, while his lips traced soft kisses along the smooth
surface of Ronan's neck. Ronan tensed up determined not to give in.
But it was too late, his mind was already influenced by Shane's
tender touch, his body had given in to the temptation. He closed his
eyes as Shane began to undress him...

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