Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 20:13:24 EST
From: Jay Cee <jay102@hotmail.com>
Subject: BoyBands>Westlife Beginnings 2

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and therefore it does not imply
that any of the characters portrayed in this story (i.e. the five members of
Westlife) are gay...

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WESTLIFE BEGINNINGS 2 by Jay Cee


Nicky looked a little concerned with the prevailing situation. Two guys, one
bed. He didn't feel too comfortable at the prospect of sharing the bed with
a stranger.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want Shane," Nicky said, trying not to be
an inconvenience. After all, he had locked the keys in the car, and it was
his fault he was here.

"Don't be stupid, there's room enough for the two of us," Shane said, a grin
spreading across his face.

"Well, its been a long day, and I wouldn't mind getting some sleep if that's
okay."

"Sure."

"I'll just have a quick shower first."

"Okay, no problems Nicky."

Nicky went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Soon Shane could
hear the sound of the water in the shower, steam starting to seep out of the
vent in the bathroom door. Shane spread out on the bed, letting out a yawn
after the draining day. He picked up the remote control off the nightstand,
and switched on the television. The news was on. Boring he thought. He
switched off the TV, his thoughts turning to the man in the shower. He had
known Nicky for only a few hours, but already Shane had a crush on him. What
was he going to do though? Nicky did say he had a girlfriend.

Shane sighed, thinking of who he could tell of his dilemma. There was
no-one. Not Mark, not Kian, and definitely not Louis. None of them knew that
he was gay. He hadn't even told his family yet. Shane didn't let his
situation get to him though. Telling his family and friends about his
sexuality was something that he would tackle when the time came. And anyway,
he didn't have time to worry about those things now that Westside was up and
running.

Shane jumped as the phone rang. He picked up the receiver, "Hello?" he said
in an unsure tone.

"Shane your back," it was Mark. A frown crossed Shane's face as he felt
unimpressed at being checked up on by his friend. "

"What is it Mark?"

"Just wondering if you'd got back. How come I can hear the pipes going in
your room if your on the phone Shane?"

Shit he thought. "Uh, I'm running a bath Mark, that's why you can hear
them."

"Oh, okay. Well anyway, I'm going to sleep. Just rang to say goodnight. See
ya tomorrow, bright and early."

"Yeah, night Mark."

Shane wearily hung up the receiver, feeling annoyed at the prying nature of
his friend. Their once close relationship had seemed a little strained
lately, with all the pressure of the new group on their shoulders. He once
felt that he could tell Mark anything. He didn't feel that way any longer.

Suddenly the sound of rushing water ceased, and Shane could hear Nicky's wet
feet squelching across the tiled floor of the bathroom. He laid out on the
bed and listened to Nicky's movements. The door opened and Nicky stepped
out, clad only in the hotel towel. He was thin, but not terribly so, and
stood at the door, Shane trying hard not to stare at his body.

"I hope you don't mind, but it's been a long day, and my shorts aren't
exactly fresh, y'know, so."

"I know, birthday suit," Shane replied, understanding what Nicky was hinting
at. He felt a stirring in his pants, thinking about having his hot new
friend laying naked beside him in bed. He thought about sleeping naked as
well, but thought that Nicky might get a little suspicious, after all, Shane
had his whole wardrobe with him, and therefore had no shortage of clothes.
He got up off the bad, and pulled the covers down. Entering the bathroom to
brush his teeth, Shane heard the sound of skin on the sheets in the room
outside. He came out to find Nicky already in bed, the hotel towel discarded
on the floor.

"You don't waste any time, do you." Shane said, surprised that Nicky was
already under the covers.

"Its been a long day you know."

I'm wishing for a long night too Shane thought to himself.

Shane turned his back to Nicky and unbuttoned his shirt, removing it slowly.
He peered in the mirror, looking at Nicky's reflection. He was in bed facing
in Shane's direction, but his eyes were closed, and in Shane's mind, he
looked angelic. Shane unzipped his jeans, pushing then down slowly, being
careful not to take his boxers down with them. His dick was half hard just
at the thought of spending the night in the same bed as Nicky, and he was
glad that Nicky, already being asleep, would not catch a glimpse of the tent
in his boxers. Shane glanced up at the mirror again, only to find Nicky's
eyes half open. They quickly closed again, but not before Shane realised
that Nicky had had enough time for a fairly thorough inspection of his rear.

Girlfriend eh? Shane though, Wonder if she knows he's got eyes for other
guys?

Shane flicked the light switch on the wall, plunging the room into darkness.
He pulled up the covers on his side of the bed, getting in carefully. Even
so, he managed to brush his leg against Nicky's, sending a tingle racing
through Shane's body.

"Sorry," Shane whispered, his voice piercing the stillness in the room.

"S'okay," Nicky replied sleepily.

Where there was a void last night in the bed was now warm, as Shane now had
company with him. Nicky's breathing slowed and became rhythmic as he drifted
into sleep. Shane propped himself up and studied Nicky's form in the
faltering light. The blanket rose and fell in time with Nicky's breathing.
Shane stayed there for several minutes, finding it hard to resist reaching
out and touching him. Then all of a sudden, Nicky shifted, his body rolling
over, suddenly facing Shane. The body heat under the covers intensified, as
there bodies lay mere centimeters from one another. Shane's heart was
beating at a wild pace, and he could resist no more. He closed his eyes,
gently rested his head on the pillow, and shifted his hand blindly in
Nicky's direction. Suddenly it was there, resting under his hand.
Instinctively, he began to clasp his hand.

"Shane..."

Nicky sleepily called out Shane's name, but Shane decided that it would be
best to just pretend that he was still asleep.

"Shane..." came Nicky's dreamy voice again.

Shane said nothing, his hand still resting on Nicky's member. He could feel
it strengthen under his palm. Having trouble keeping his breathing slow and
even, he slowly inched towards his new friend. His eyes remained closed,
until he felt the tickling of Nicky's finger against his cheek.

"Shane, wake up..." Nicky said, his voice raised a little higher than the
whisper it was before. Shane was surprised at how close he had come to
Nicky, sensing Nicky's warm breath on his face. He slowly opened his eyes,
Nicky's face staring back at him, illuminated by the moonlight that shone
through the hotel room's window.

"Nicky, what time is it?" Shane said, making an attempt to seem innocent and
oblivious to what was going on.

"Shane your hand, it's um... well..." Nicky replied, his voice faltering

Sensing something was wrong, Shane quickly moved his hand away, turning over
to the other side of the bed.

"Nicky, go back to sleep..."

What was I thinking? Shane thought to himself. At least Nicky would probably
think that it was all accidental, and not an advance on him. But having his
naked friend in bed next to him was making it hard for Shane to keep his
hands to himself.

Nicky let out a sigh, barely audible in the stillness of the night. he had
enjoyed the feel of Shane's strong hand. He yearned to feel it again. What
the hell am I thinking? Nicky thought. Didn't he have a girlfriend? Wasn't
he happy with her? A wave of emotions hit him, thoughts spinning in his
brain. The new sensation of a man's touch excited him and left him wanting
more. He stared at Shane's naked back in the moonlight. Studying the curves
of his muscles, and the way his shoulders bulged, Nicky felt an attraction
to Shane growing inside of him.

He brought his hand up from under the blanket, and reached out for Shane,
his fingers making contact with Shane's neck.

"Shane, you still asleep?" he said, tracing circles on Shane's increasing
sensitive skin.

His hair standing on end, Shane had trouble responding, needing to clear his
throat before he spoke.

"No, Nicky, I'm awake," Shane responded, somewhat nervously.

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, what is it," Shane replied, still not turning to face his tormentor.

"Well, I was just wondering, how you thought I did today?"

"I thought you did great Nicky," Shane replied, finally turning over to tell
Nicky to his face, "You really looked great up there."

"Looked great, what do you mean by that exactly," Nicky asked, trying to dig
a little deeper and find out exactly what was going on in Shane Filan's
mind.

"Well, y'know," Shane said, adjusting his head on his pillow, "a group like
Westside has to be made up of a bunch of good looking guys, and I think
you've got what it takes."

Nicky looked directly into Shane's eyes. "What about all the other guys
then?"

"Well, as soon as I saw you I knew that you were the one for, um, well, the
one for the group."

"Thanks Shane, that means a lot to me."

"That's okay Nicky, anytime," Shane said, pleased with the way he had
handled the situation.

Nicky took the covers off his body, and sat on the edge of the bed, his back
facing Shane. His eyes glued to Nicky's body, Shane couldn't help watching
Nicky walk casually over to the bathroom, his naked body bathed in the eerie
light of the night sky. Nicky flicked the bathroom light on, the room
suddenly illuminated as light spilled out of the bathroom. The sound of
water could be heard, as Nicky got a drink, trying to ease his sore throat,
a result of week's of practice in anticipation of the Westside auditions.

The bathroom light was off again, and Nicky strode out, Shane's eyes again
transfixed on Nicky's body. He was having difficulty not drooling as Nicky
nonchalantly reached down with his hand, and cupped his balls, scratching
them lightly. Lust was beginning to drive Shane wild. Nicky got back into
bed, facing in Shane's direction.

"What's going through your mind Shane?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

"So, um, what are those other two friends of yours like, I haven't had a
chance to meet them."

"They're Kian and Mark. They're my best friends. I've known them both for
ages now. We're all from Sligo."

"This might sound a little strange, but what's the story with those two?"

"Story? What do you mean?"

"Well, they looked very close outside before the auditions started last
night."

"Are you trying to say that they are, um..."

"Gay? Yeah, well, that's the impression I got. I might be wrong, am I?"

"As far as I know. I honestly don't know what you're talking about," Shane
said, somewhat taken aback by Nicky's comments about his two closest
friends.

Nicky felt that it was time to scratch the surface a little more. "What
about you Shane? Have you got a girlfriend?"

"Well, uh..." was all Shane could manage in reply.

"A boyfriend then?" Nicky said.

Then there was silence, as Shane stared blankly into Nicky's eyes.