Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 04:38:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Andrew Ybanez <j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com>
Subject: sixth installment of simply words

	This is another installment of SIMPLY WORDS, my
fantasy with boy band BOYZONE member, STEPHEN GATELY. 
Again I would like to remind you that this is just a
fantasy and none of these events ever happen. 
Although the first part of the composition stated that
it was written before STEPHEN GATELY had came out last
June of 1999, this part was written after he came out.

	If you are a minor, you know the rule. Please don't
read this and find something more suitable for you
age. If you're a bigot who just wandered here by
mistake, you are allowed to stay. I would like to
request you, however, to please keep an open mind

	I always hope that this fantasy of mine would become
a reality but until then... well.  This is the first
explicit story I've ever written.  I would gladly
receive any constructive criticism about this
composition.  My e-mail is j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com and
if another fan of Boyzone is reading this short story,
could you provide me with MR. STEPHEN GATELY'S e-mail
address?  Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it!

	Read and enjoy!!!

SIMPLY WORDS

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C h a p t e r   6
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	I was already halfway through the corridor when I
realized something.  I still love Stephen and I know I
don't care about what the other boys had said.  No
matter what, deep inside, I know that he truly loves
me, and one good enough reason for me to stay.

	I returned to the room and prepared to go to bed.  I
felt so physically drained and mentally exhausted that
I instantly went to sleep when I fell into the bed. 
It was about midnight when I sensed somebody coming
into the room and switching the light on.  I didn't
open my eyes.  But I knew it was him.  

	"Stephen..."  I asked groggily.  "Stephen, is that
you?"

	"Yes, love."  I heard him say. "I'm coming."

	"Let's just go to bed..."  I whispered tiredly.  "I
just want to be in your arms tonight."

	He quietly took off of his clothes and shut the light
off.  Naked, he came over to the bed and slipped
between the silky bed sheets.  Stephen gingerly took
me in his arms, kissed me sweetly on the lips.  With
our lips locked, he explored my whole body with his
fingers.  A touch here and touch there, a touch
everywhere... he gently grabbed my ass and gingerly
inserted his index finger in my hole.  He broke the
kiss and said.  "Please make love with me, tonight. 
Please be mine tonight and forever."

	"I am yours, now and forever."  I answered lovingly.

	Stephen looked at me and smiled.  He grabbed a tube
of lube from the side table and immediate raised my
legs.  He placed his head down between them and began
to lick my asshole.  I sighed a little when Stephen
began to tongue my rosebud, but that quickly turned
into a moan of pleasure when he thrust his tongue
inside my ass. After a few minutes of getting it nice
and wet with his saliva, he lubed up his throbbing
cock. He then placed some of the lube on his finger
and inserted it into my hole, spreading the lube
around generously.  Stephen inserted another finger in
and wiggled it around until he felt my ass ring was
nice and loose.

	"Fuck me, please."  I begged.

	"No,..."  He said as he stopped.  "Tonight, I'm going
to make love to you..."

	Stephen leaned over me kissed me, before placing the
large head of his dick against my opening. With a hard
push he felt it give way and his head slide into my
bunghole.  I screamed, and he immediately stopped.  "I
can take it out if it hurts to much."

	"No, just give me a moment to adjust."  I assured
him.  I then encouraged him. "I love you..."

	"I love you, too..."  He smiled like an angel. 
Stephen kneeled on the bed with his cockhead still
lodged in my ass.  Finally his fuzzy balls rested
against my ass. He paused while I got used to having
the massive cock in there, and then finally began to
slowly slide his well-lubed cock in and out of my
aching ass.

	My pain quickly turned into pleasure as the friction
built in intensity. My cock was again rock-hard.  As
his cock brushed against my prostate, I cried out in
ecstasy.  Stephen knew that it wasn't gonna take long
for him to shoot his load, and I was frantically
jacking my meat. Finally, he couldn't take it any
more. He came inside my ass and began jacking
furiously my dong.

	"AHHH! I'M CUMMING!!!!"  Cried out Stephen.

	"Me... too!!!"  I responded.

	With that a stream of cum blasted from Stephen
cockhead,  my ass was filled with his juice. The
impact put me over the edge.  As Stephen's seed
splattered inside me, my own cock shot up and blasted
Stephen in the chin.  Exhausted, he fell forward on
top of me, caressing my body with the a pool of my
cum.

	After all have been said and done, he said.  "You
know, I could sing with you forever."

	I looked towards him and smiled.  "Couldn't have done
it without you."

	"Why did you disappear tonight?"  He asked in a
concerned whispered.  "The crowd loved you, you could
have given them an encore..."

	"Please don't ask me about that, Stephen."  I said as
if begging.  "Just don't.  Tonight, I just want to
sleep."

	"Okay..." He replied as he cuddled against me.

	I sank deeper in his warm and loving embracing arms. 
"Yes, he loves me..." I thought.  "He really loves me.
 And I just want to be where I am now... forever."


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	The next morning, I felt somebody or... something
licking my nose.  I opened my eyes and saw Stephen
lovable face.  "Good morning, love."  He greeted me. 
"Wake up sleeping beauty."

	"What time is it?"  I asked incoherently.

	"Around 6:30 in the morning,... time to pack.  We'd
better hurry up." He smiled an angelic smile.  "We'll
be leaving for Hong Kong this afternoon."

	"But my travel documents aren't ready yet."  I
argued.  I guess I still have second thoughts about
staying with the band.

	He stood up and went to the closet.  "Not to worry. 
We have covered everything."  He took a small leather
bag out of the cabinet drawer. "Here's your travel
documents, your airline ticket and everything you need
at the customs.  So I guess all you have to do is be
on that plane when it leaves."

	"But I have to call my parent first and ask
permission if I could go with you."

	"Already called.  Our manager had immediately told
them yesterday afternoon that you were part of the
band now.  And, oh before I forget, they said they
will be sending your passport through FedEx."  Stephen
continued to smile.  "Isn't it great?"

	"Yeah, great..." I tried to smile.  Now, the
hesitation on my face was really obvious.  "Just
great,... just... great."

	"Andy, anything wrong?"  He asked in concern.  "You
don't seem to be too... too excited."

	"No, it's just too early in the morning."  I lied.  I
got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash my
face.  But he grabbed my arm.

	"Andy, I know something is bothering you."  He told
me.

	"No, everything's just fine."  I insisted, avoiding
his stare.  I stammered. "Nothing... nothing's wrong,
I can assure you that."

	"I don't believe you."  He told me, firmly.

	I answered.  "Nothing IS wrong..."

	"If you really love me, you should be honest to me." 
Stephen looked at me sadly, as he sat on the bed.  He
wiped his hand across his face and added, uneasily. 
"I assume that you still love me..."

	"What?!!!" I asked shocked.

	"Last night..." he stared blankly towards the empty
wall.  "When you were singing 'Separate  Lives', I
know you were talking about us."

	"I,.. I wasn't." I fibbed.

	Stephen looked at me with a mixture shock, disbelief
and anger on his face "Oh, come on!  You don't expect
me to believe that, do you?..."  He stood up and
walked towards me. "I may be childish, Andy!  I may
look stupid but, give me a little more credit than
that.  I'm not dumb, you know.  I know something is
troubling you.  Tell me what's the problem, Andy.  If
you still love me, you'll tell me.  Please."

	I felt dizzy... I had to sit down.  The room was
spinning at a very high speed, and I need to sit down.
 "I told you nothings is wrong." I insisted, holding
my breath, controlling everything underneath with a
cool surface.

	"Andy?..."

	Then, I just blew up.  "JUST BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO
GO TO FUCKING HONG KONG WITH YOUR FUCKING BAND,
DOESN'T MEAN SOMETHING IS FUCKING WRONG.  CAN'T YOU
FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT!!!"

	"I just want to know,... please!" He knelt in front
of me, as if begging me.  "I know your hiding
something,... tell me, please.  Andy, if you still
love me, then tell me please.  I really need to
know..."

	I was already exhausted from hiding the truth.  So
tired avoiding and running away from my problems.  I
guess I just have to let the cat out of the bag.  I
had to let him know about everything.

	"When we started this,... this thing,  I always
thought that it would just a one night stand.  As we
moved on, I realized that our little thing had become
a relationship and more... I had fallen in love with
you.  Everything was just fine.  But, then..." I
paused as I smiled unhappily, then looked down.

	I took a deep breath then continued.  "Then, I have
heard that you had just fallen out of a
relationship... before we had ours.  Tell me the
truth, did you just fall in love with me on
rebound?... Are you just using me to... to assure
yourself that you're still desirable?"

	"No... No, I've never thought of doing that..."  He
answered silently as he stood up and walked away.  "I
would never do such a thing."

	"So please, look at me straight in the eyes and tell
me that."  I walked up behind him and begged. "Please
tell me that you didn't fall in love with me on a
rebound.  Other people are already talking about it
and I just..."

	"WHAT?!!!"  He interrupted me as he walked away to
the window.  He then, stammered, laughing nervously. 
"That's ridiculous,... That's totally ridiculous,...
crazy even.  Who, the hell, would tell you that?"

	"THAT'S NOT THE POINT,... THAT'S NOT THE ISSUE RIGHT
NOW."  I shouted. "JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!!! DID YOU
OR DID YOU NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ME ON A REBOUND? 
ANSWER ME, PLEASE"

	He paused and said, still looking out the window in
an edgy manner.  "I didn't fall in love with you on a
rebound."

	"Then, look me straight in the eyes."  I ordered him.
 "Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that."

	"I didn't fall..." He looked me straight in the eyes.
 He faltered a bit then he looked away.  "I didn't
fall in love with you on a rebound."

	I grabbed his face so that he would look at me
straight in the eyes.  Begging him, I asked again.
"Please tell me.  I really need to know."  My eyes
began swelling with tears.  "Did you really love me or
is this just one of your rebound relationships."

	"I,... I,..." He stammered and then cast his eyes
down to the floor.  Slowly, his tears began to fall
one by one.

	I felt so hurt by his actions,... Betrayed, even.  I
defended him last afternoon, and,... and after all the
troubles I have gone through, I couldn't believe that
this was just all I've received.  He couldn't even
tell me the truth.  I just couldn't believe what I was
hearing.

	"Thanks a lot.  Thanks a whole lot."  I said
sarcastically.  "I feel sooo secured now that I really
know how much you really love me."

	"Andy, wait!!!" He shouted.  "Let me explain!!!"

	"There's nothing more to be said... Do you hear me...
NOTHING!!!"  I shouted as I cried.  "If you can't be
honest with me then,... then,..."  my voice trailed
into sobs.

	"PLEASE, let me explain."  He tried to hug me.

	I pushed his arms away in hysterics.  "Don't,... I 
said DON'T YOU EVER DARE TOUCH ME!!! DON'T YOU TOUCH
ME!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" 

	Immediately I went over the cabinet and I grabbed my
bag.  Without giving the situation a second thought, I
fled out of the room.  On the way to the elevator I
bumped into Mikey.  "Hey, what happened.  I heard
someone shouting from your room!!!"

	"You must be soooo happy now, now that you've wreaked
our,... our,..." I failed to continue  because of my
sobs.

	He started to apologize.  "Oh, Andy, It was never
my,..."

	"Liar,... you big liar,... I want to go home,... and
I want to go home now!" I was beyond hysterics.

	The rest of the boys came out of their rooms.  They
were shocked by my actions.  "OH MY GOD!!!" Ronan
instantly cried out when he saw me. "Mikey, Keith,
please check Stephen in his room.  Come on Andy." He
opened his arms and immediately hugged me.  "Come on,
let's talk."

	He and Shane brought me to his room and let me sit on
chair.  "Here's some water."  Shane offered me.
"Better drink some.  It will help calm down."

	"I never thought that this would end this way."  I
was calmer now.

	"Believe me, it could have been worse."  Ronan said
sadly. "Actually, I'm not please with this event.  You
and Stephen could have been a couple, and I'm not just
saying this to make you feel better."

	"Well, whoppee to Mikey."  I laughed bitterly then
sneered.  "I'll have to congratulate him for all his
efforts to break us apart.  I guess now he's really
happy now.  Probably, he's getting ready to pop a
bottle of champagne."

	"As a matter of fact, no."  Shane answered.  "He
realized that he was wrong about you.  He was going to
apologize to you this morning.  But it looks like he
already came too late."

	"Give the guy a break.  Mikey is always like that." 
Ronan explained in earnest. "Being the oldest, he's
concerned with everyone in the group.  He was very
concerned about you, about what will happen if
something like this ever happen."

	"So please, we'd really want you to stay."  Ronan
requested.  "Really, really want you stay.'

	"I don't think I can do that."  I told him the truth,
quite coolly.  I stood up, took my bag and headed for
the door.  "I'm going back to Cebu now.  Good luck to
your tour.  I just hope that we wouldn't meet again...
no offense intended."

	Just then Mikey came in the room and informed us of
Stephen's present condition.  "Steo has locked himself
in the bathroom and wouldn't come out."

	"Well, well, well..." I looked at him coldly,
mockingly.  "Mikey, congratulations, you've got what
you wanted.  So, I guess right now all you need is a
bottle of champagne to celebrate this victorious
occasion."

	"Andy, please..."  Mikey groaned, rubbing his
temples.

	"So you're asking me nicely, now..."  I said in
mocked surprised.  "What a shock!"

	"Andy,..." Ronan raised his hand signaling me to stop
talking."

	"You're begging me to stop now."  I looked at Ronan. 
I was on a roll.  I started spewing acid all over
Mikey. "I'm going to stop when I'm happy, okay.  How
dare you come in here and act as if you have nothing
to do with this thing, well in fact, you're the one
who caused it all.  I can forgive you for what you did
me, but I can never forgive you for what you did to
Stephen.  You can go to fucking hell for all..."

	"THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!!!" Ronan
shouted. "YES, YOU WERE RIGHT. IT WAS NOT PROPER FOR
US TO TREAT YOU THAT WAY.  BUT YOU SHOULD REALIZED
THAT WE..."

	"Ronan, don't worry about it..." He interrupted then
turned to me. "Andy, I'm sorry this had to happen.  I
apologized for all my actions.  I would still like you
to stay with the band.  But if you don't want to, I
won't badger you to remain with us."

	"I decided last night that this would my first and
last stint in show business."  I said.  "Right now I'm
going home, just as I promised my parents."

	"I guess I can't stop you from decision." Mikey
answered calmly."

	"But,..." Shane began to argue.

	"No buts, Shane."  Mikey interrupted.  "That choice
is to be made by Andy.  I suggest that all you find a
way to get Steo out of the bathroom.  We have to be in
Hong Kong by this afternoon."

	When the rest of the boys went out of the room, I
decided to leave.  Silently, I pick up my bag and
began to walk out of toward the corridor.  "Andy,..."
I heard Mikey called to me.  "I would like to take you
to the airport."

	"That wouldn't necessary."  I said calmly.

	"I insist." He replied.  "Let me take you to the
airport.  After all, we promised your parent to return
you in one piece.  I don't want anything bad to happen
to you."

	"I said that won't me necessary." I said firmly,...
but calmly.

	"Andy,..." he started.  "I don't want you to go home
hating the boys, hating Stephen and, most of all,
hating me.  Please let's try to make things better. 
I'm already tired and I know that you are too.  So,
let's just stop this fight."

	Sensing his sincerity, I decided to take on the
offer, after all, Manila was never known for friendly
and traffic-free streets.


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	As we were riding on the hotel airport service, Mikey
began talking to me.  "The moment you walked into our
hotel room in Cebu, I knew there was something about
you,... just couldn't put my finger back then. 
But..."

	"Let me guess..."  I interrupted blankly.  "Trouble
maker, son of a bitch?  Or how about boy slut?"

	"Let's just stop the fighting, for once, Andy.  I'm
already tired of fighting.  For once, let's talk
normally." He replied wearily, as he massaged his
forehead.  "Let's talk like decent, civilized people
just for this one, okay?  No insults, no bitching, no
violence, no middle finger, no shouting, no
harassment, no nothing, okay?"

	I stared blankly outside the window.  I was still
engrossed with anger.  "I'll take your silence as a
yes."  He told me.  He paused, looked away, as if
gathering his thoughts, then looked back at me.  "You
probably don't understand why I had to do it, why I
had tried to break you up."

	"Why should I care?"  I said bitterly.  "Why should I
care when you just wanted to separate the two of us."

	"At first, that was my plan.  I was so afraid that
Stephen's homosexuality would somehow leak to the
press.  I was afraid that if that really happens, what
would happen to the boys and me."  He looked at me for
a reaction.  He didn't get any.

	"I was so selfish that I only thought about the my
future in Boyzone and not the love that both of you
have shared."  He looked down.  "But when I saw the
two of you so in love, I realized that both of you
only want to be together, I guess it was your song
last night that hit me."

	"So, last night, after the concert, the others and I
talked and decided that you and Stephen should stay
together."  He smiled sadly.  "We haven't told Stephen
about last afternoon, you know the secret meeting.  So
this morning, I was going to your room and tell
Stephen honestly about the whole incident.  I wanted
both of you to be happy.  But, unfortunately, I came
too late.

	"Well, I was glad you came in late, too"  I said,
trying to hold my tears.

	"You,... you are?!!!..."  He looked at me, shocked.

	"At least now,... now... now I know that he didn't
really love me.  That,... that it was,... it was all
just,... just..." My voice broke off into sobs.  I
couldn't hold my tears any longer.

	"Oh, Andy!"  He exclaimed ruefully.  "Oh, Andy, I'm
really disappointed to hear that, really I am."  He
came closer and gave me a hug.  "Really, I never meant
those things to happen."

	I gasped for air.  "Well, I'll be fine...  I know I
will" I answered as I wiped the tears off my eyes. 
"...Eventually..."

	"Is there anything we,... no,... is there anything I
can do to help."  Mikey finally shown emotions from
his previously cool and cold exterior.  "Is there
anything I could do to make you stay with Stephen."

	"No, I don't think so,..." I wiped my tears off my
eyes.  "I decided that all this will end now.  I was
only fooling myself when I thought somebody as big as
Stephen would ever find love in somebody like me."

	"Don't say that!...  Don't ever say that!" He scolded
me  "I seen how Stephen acted with his previous
relationships before but I've never saw him act like
this before.  Sure, he may be on  a rebound when the
two of you have met.  But, I know he sincerely loves
you."

	"And what if he's not."  I challenge him.

	"I just know,... okay." He answered hastily.

	"Well, sorry but I don't think I am ready to take
that challenge."  I replied flatly.  "I'm already
tired.  I just want to go home and die as a has-been."

	"Wait."  He took his memo pad, tore a page and jotted
something on it as fast as he could.  He handed me the
piece of paper and said.  "This is our e-mail, please
don't throw it away.  If you need anything or decide
to come back, don't hesitate to call us.  Please do
come back.  Not for the band's sake,... for Stephen. 
Believe me, Andy, he needs you.  He needs somebody to
love him."

	I looked at the piece of paper and just slipped it
into my pocket.  I just kept myself silent, trying to
hold my emotions intact, attempting not to remember
the last few bittersweet days and holding my tears so
that they may not fall.  I stared blankly outside the
car window, telling and assuring myself that once I
get home everything will be fine,... convincing myself
that everything will return back to what was once
before, though I know things would only get worse.

	When we arrived at the airport, Mikey helped me carry
my bags to checking area.  He was really silent,
deeply thinking about something.  Then he looked at me
sadly and said.  "I ask for your forgiveness and
apologized all the things I've done to you.  You don't
know how much Stephen really loves you." He looked
down, in melancholy.  "Really, please don't go. 
Stephen needs you.

	"He needs you desperately, Andy.  He just can't stand
another heartbreak and if he,... if he.."  Mikey
voiced began to falter and tremble.

	I pulled him to face me and I say his red-rimmed eyes
flowing with tears.  I hug him and said.  "Mikey,
there is a time for everything."  I paused and then, I
continued.  "It is just unfortunate that this isn't
the right the time for Stephen and me." 

	I still had emotion control in check.  I didn't want
to get carried by my emotion in a very open place. 
"There will always be a time for the two of us.  But,
until then, well, I guess I have to wait."

	I began to walk away then I turned around.  "Goodbye
Mikey,... good luck on your tour."  I said giving him
a smile,... a sad, bittersweet smile as I continued to
walked towards the boarding area.

	I heard Mikey calling my name, he shouted and he
yelled.  I didn't look back.  I couldn't look back. 
If I do, I don't think I would have the strength to
stop myself from crying.  I got on the plane at the
Mabuhay Class, the first class section.  I found my
seat near the window and I threw my hand carry baggage
on the overhead compartment.  I sat on the chair and
looked outside the window.

	Sitting beside me was an old lady who just wanted to
go to sleep, thank God.  The flight attendant started
to blabber about something or another about what to do
when the plane crash.

	"Oh, I just don't know.  What do we do when plane
crashes?" I thought cynically. "Scream, perhaps?"

	When the plane was finally on the air, I stood up
calmly and carefully passed the sleeping, now snoring
old woman.  Inconspicuously, I walked through the
aisle to the direction of the washroom.  Quietly, I
slipped in and lock the door.  When all has been said
and done, I sat on the toilet seat.   Then, I cried my
heart out, all the way to Cebu.

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