Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 02:25:29 -0400
From: musicfan <musicfan@subdimension.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go #16

Disclaimer:

   The following story is the sixteenth installment in an on going
series about Stephen Gately from Boyzone and what I imagine to be the
story behind the beginning of his relationship with Eloy de Jong from
Caught in the Act. I have no contact with either person, nor know any of
the members of either group.

   This story, as with many on the nifty site, contains explicit sexual
scenes at times.  Hence the warning if you're not old enough to be reading
this, you should not.

   I enjoy hearing what you have to think about my story so far, so please
email me and let me know what you think.


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     After they finished dinner, they cleaned up, putting the leftovers in
the small fridge.  Eloy called down for some room service and a short time
later a young man came up with a carafe of coffee and a couple of bottles
of wine.  Eloy met him at the door and after tipping him, brought the tray
inside.

     Stephen still sat at the table, a bit bemused by the day's
events. Eloy carried the tray over to the table and put it down.  Turning
the cups over, he poured coffee into both.  Stephen took his and sipped it.

     "Ah, just what I needed!" He said with a laugh.  Eloy smiled quietly
and gestured to the sofa.  Stephen nodded agreeably and they moved over to
it.  Stephen sat at one end with one foot underneath him.  Eloy turned on
the radio that was built into the television and sat down beside him.  He
stretched his arm along the back of the sofa and pulled on Stephen so that
he was leaning against him.  Stephen leaned his head back and sighed.

     "Tired?" Eloy asked softly.  Stephen shook his head and took another
sip of his coffee.

     "No, just... content."  Stephen turned his head to smile up at Eloy.
"Thank you."

     Eloy cocked his head to one side.  "You're quite welcome.  But what
are you thanking me for?"

     "For today.  For ringing me up this morning.  For being here." Stephen
softly listed. He rubbed his cheek against Eloy's arm.  "Thank you for all
of it."  Eloy wrapped his arms around Stephen and hugged him tightly.

      "Thank you, geliefde. Ik hou van jou," Eloy whispered into Stephen's
hair.  He felt a lump in his throat in reaction to what Stephen had said.

      "Hmmmm?" Stephen murmured.

      Eloy tipped him back so he could look into Stephen's eyes. " Ik hou
van jou," he repeated.  Stephen smiled up at him and kissed him.

      "Speaking sweet nothings to me again?  Well, I guess I can drudge up
one of my own." He chuckled softly. "Just about the only phrase I know,
actually." Eloy loved watching his eyes crinkle up with amusement.  " Tá
mé i ngrá leat," he said softly.  The soft Gaelic sounds rolled
softly off his tongue.

     Eloy felt his heart skip a beat or two at the sound. "That's
lovely. You should speak it more often. It's a beautiful language,
geliefde."

      Stephen sighed softly.  "I suppose it is, but it wasn't something I
was interested in as a kid, you know?  Didn't see the point of learning it
in school."

       "Can you teach me to say that?" Eloy asked.  He was always curious
about other languages and wanted to be able to say the phrase back to
Stephen.

       "Well, I guess so.  First word is Tá." Stephen smiled up at Eloy.
Eloy obediently repeated the word.  They went through the whole phrase.

       " Tá mé i ngrá leat," Eloy finally said.  Stephen grinned.
His pronunciation was a bit off, but the thought was there.

       "Brilliant, babe." Stephen said.  "Now you'll have to help me with
the Dutch.  I have a feeling I'm going to have to start learning this if
I'm going to understand half of what you say to me."

       "I'm sorry," Eloy said, a bit contrite.  "I just forget sometimes."
Stephen chuckled, pushed himself off the sofa and went back over to the
table.  He put his cup down and reached for one of the bottles of wine that
Eloy had left chilling in the ice bucket.  Silently he raised the bottle in
Eloy's direction and got an eager nod as a response.  He pulled the cork
out and poured the zinfandel into two glasses.  Sniffing appreciatively, he
walked back over to the sofa and sat back down next to Eloy.  He handed
Eloy his glass and they quietly tipped their glasses together.

      "Mmmm, good choice," Stephen said after taking a sip.  Eloy nodded as
he drank from his own glass.  He put his free arm around Stephen's
shoulders again and stroked his arm.  Stephen rested his hand on Eloy's
knee and traced idle patterns on it.  "You know, it's so nice just to be
here and not have to do anything.  Know what I mean?"

      "Ja, I do.  Sometimes you're running around so much that you feel
like you don't know where you are.  This pace can get too much.  You need
to know that you can say enough is enough and take a break."  Eloy gave him
a light squeeze.

      "That's the problem," Stephen sighed.  "It just seems like there's no
time when you can say that.  There's always something new cropping up, and
you just can't say no. Well, at least I can't."  He took another sip of his
wine and leaned into Eloy's shoulder. Eloy rested his cheek against
Stephen's head and closed his eyes.

       "Well, maybe its time you do," Eloy suggested.  "Otherwise you fall
apart." He could feel Stephen shrug.

       "Nah, it isn't that bad.  Well, most of the time.  Like now.  It's
the touring and promotion that can get to you. This last one, with the two
of them together...." Stephen paused as he took another sip.  He let his
hand creep in between Eloy's knees and rest there.  Eloy gave him a slight
nudge of encouragement and he wrapped his fingers around Eloy's leg.  "It
was a bit much."

      "Ja, I bet it was.  Well, you can't change what happened, but you can
have more input on future commitments.  And I have a feeling its not just
you who feels that way.  Why don't you talk it over with the others?" Eloy
suggested. He finished his wine and pulled his arm away as he reached for
the bottle that Stephen had put on the floor in front of them.  He poured
himself another glass and refilled Stephen's when he held it out.

     "Yeah, we probably will.  None of us were too happy with the back to
back stuff. I know Ro was ready to drop.  He's had a hard time of it
through this last tour, God love him."  Stephen paused and took another sip
as Eloy sat back and put his arm around him again. "He's mam hasn't been
too well and I know that he's been trying to throw himself into stuff to
keep his mind off of it, but sometimes you just can't do that."

    "Ja," Eloy nodded.  "I know what you mean.  I lost a cousin this past
year and it was really hard.  Sometimes I think it was only the music that
kept me sane through it all."

    "I'm sorry to hear that," Stephen said. The pain in Eloy's voice just
at mentioning it was evident.  He pulled back and turned so that they were
facing each other.  "I didn't know."

    "I didn't talk about it much.  We were quite close." Eloy shook his
head as if to clear away the memory. "It was rough."

    Stephen reached up and rubbed the back of his hand against Eloy's
cheek. "I'm still sorry."

    "Danke, kindje."  Eloy kissed the hand against his cheek and smiled.
"I do appreciate it.  But let's talk of something else."

    "Like what?" Stephen asked.  He dropped his hand so that it was resting
back on Eloy's leg again.

    "Well, like what you'd like to do on your time off the next day or so."
Eloy suggested. "Not that we have to plan anything.  But I'd like to see
you get some relaxing done before you have to go into the studio."

     "I'm not much of a planner," Stephen said with a laugh.  "Just hanging
out would be heaven enough.  I like the idea of not moving."  He smiled up
at Eloy.  "That is, if you don't mind boring."

     "No, not at all.  Boring is good sometimes!" Eloy laughed.  "Besides,
I'm sure we can find enough things from getting bored here."  He winked and
Stephen laughed again.

    "I'm sure we can," Stephen agreed with a laugh.  He tilted his head to
one side as he finished off his wine.  "Mmm, I think this is beginning to
get to me."

     "More?" Eloy asked with a grin.  Stephen shook his head.

    "No, any more and I'll probably do something embarrassing!" He
laughed. Eloy raised his eyebrows suggestively and that got Stephen going.
He cracked up laughing and put the glass down on the end table then went
after Eloy, trying to find a place to tickle him.

   "Oh no you don't!" Eloy laughed, putting his own glass down and tried to
grab Stephen's arms.  "Didn't you learn the last time?"

   "Nope!" Stephen said cheerfully, trying to wiggle out of Eloy's grasp.
"I'm a bit thick that way."  He was able to get one hand past Eloy's guard
and tickled him under the arm.  Eloy laughed and shook his head, indicating
it wasn't working.  Stephen stuck his tongue out and reached around the
other side to see if that was any different.  Eloy used the opportunity to
pull Stephen onto his lap and try to grab his other arm again.  "Oh no, you
don't!"

   "Oh ja, I think I do!" Eloy grinned, finally pinning Stephen down.  He
wrapped both arms around him and kissed him soundly.  Stephen immediately
stopped struggling and responded by leaning into the kiss.  His arms crept
up around Eloy's neck and he ran a hand through his hair while they kissed.
A moment later he pulled back with a sigh. He stared up into Eloy's eyes,
idly noticing that there were gold flecks mixed in with the brown.  They
stared at each other for a few moments, neither one saying anything.
Stephen pulled his hand down so that he could trace a finger of Eloy's
lips.  Eloy kissed the finger and licked it with the tip of his tongue as
Stephen's finger passed across. Stephen let out a shuddering breath as he
reached up to run his hand through Eloy's hair again.  He hitched himself
higher on Eloy's lap and initiated the next kiss.

     Eloy closed his eyes and opened his lips to the gentle invasion of
Stephen's tongue.  He could taste a bit of the sparkling wine that was
still there, and he pressed Stephen closer, wanting to inhale him.  He
slipped his hand lower on Stephen's back, finally resting against the edge
of his jeans.  Stephen broke off the kiss and pulled back slightly.  His
breathing was a little ragged, and he was feeling a little dazed.  That a
kiss could do this to him was a bit startling.  He stared into Eloy's eyes
for a moment.  After giving him a light kiss he got up from Eloy's lap. He
clicked off the light next to them so that the only light left was the one
on the nightstand next to the bed.  Standing, he held out his hand.

    Eloy looked up, but with the light behind Stephen, it was hard to read
his face.  He took the offered hand and stood.  Stephen wrapped his arms
around Eloy and hugged him close.  Then he looked up and crooked his finger
for Eloy to bring his head down for another kiss.

    "Care to dance?" Stephen asked softly as their lips parted from the
kiss.  A song was playing on the radio, and Eloy nodded.  He wrapped his
arms around Stephen's waist and they swayed to the music.  Eloy buried his
face against Stephen's neck and closed his eyes.  It was an old song, and
he had to smile as he listened to the words as Paul McCartney sang. "There
were bells on a hill, but I never heard them ringing.  No, I never heard
them at all, 'til there was you...."

     They moved around the room between the sofa and the bed, as one song
moved onto another.  Occasionally Stephen would rub his cheek against
Eloy's as they danced, and he'd whisper something in his ear.  He worked
his hand under Eloy's sweatshirt and caressed his back as they danced. When
REO Speedwagon came on with "Can't Fight This Feeling," he began to think
that the words to each song was a message just for them. Softly, he began
singing the words along to the song.

      "'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore. I'd forgotten what I
started fighting for. And if I had to crawl upon the floor, come crashing
through the door; baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore."  Eloy watched
him as he sang, cupping his face with one hand.  At this moment they were
caught up together in some magical world, and as the song ended he leaned
down and kissed the lips he had been focused on.

    "Vrijster, verhuren ons gaat voor tuinbed.," Eloy whispered as they
broke the kiss.  Stephen didn't even bother to ask for a translation.  "Ik
behoefte...."

    Stephen held a finger to Eloy's lips.  "Shush."  Obediently, Eloy
stopped trying to speak as Stephen tugged on his hand and pulled him
towards the bed.  He pushed Eloy down so he was sitting on the edge of the
bed and moved to stand in front of him.  He ran his hands through Eloy's
hair, pushing it back off his face.  Eloy just stared up at him, waiting
for him to make the next move.

     He looked around the room, his eyes coming to rest on the bottle of
wine, which they had abandoned next to the sofa.  He walked over and picked
it up, swirling the liquid around inside.  There wasn't much left.  He came
back to the bed where Eloy had leaned back, his hands bracing him.  He took
a swig of wine out of the bottle and climbed onto Eloy's lap, straddling
him.  He leaned down for a kiss and shared the wine he still had in his
mouth.

     Eloy was lost in the erotic sensations that Stephen was causing.
Between his tongue dipping into Stephen's mouth, to feeling Stephen's hands
pulling his shirt off, he found himself instantly aroused by what was going
on.  They paused for a moment while Stephen pulled his sweatshirt off and
tossed it to the side.  He tried to do the same, only to have his hands
slapped away.  For the moment he was content to let Stephen control what
was going on.  His nipples contracted with the touch of the cooler air.
Stephen ran his hands over Eloy's chest as he nibbled on his neck.  Feeling
the hard knots of Eloy's nipples, he exhaled sharply.  He felt that he had
to explore every part of the other man's body.  A bit roughly, he pushed
Eloy back so that he was lying flat on the bed and he leaned down to suck,
moving from side to side.  Eloy moaned as he bit a nipple and his hands
pressed Stephen to his chest.  Stephen pulled back and grinned, clearly
feeling Eloy's erection in his sw!  eatpants.  He had found that he liked
teasing him and wanted to do again what he had done earlier in the day.

     He reached down and fondled Eloy's penis through the material of the
sweats, encircling the shaft and pumping it.  Eloy gasped as his fingers
touched him.  Again, he reached to touch Stephen back and had his hands
batted away again.  He whimpered, aching with the need to touch him.

     "Hush," Stephen said, moving to lie on top of him and kiss him.  He
sucked Eloy's tongue into his mouth and bit lightly on it, causing Eloy to
squirm beneath him.  He could feel his own erection straining against his
pants.  The coarse material of the jeans scraped against him and he found
himself rubbing himself against Eloy's hip, getting more and more excited.
He broke the kiss and rained kisses all over Eloy's face, pausing to suck
and bite his earlobe before continuing down his chest again.  He reached
the waistband of Eloy's sweatpants and allowed himself to drop to the floor
so that he was kneeling in between Eloy's knees.

     Eloy levered himself up on his elbows so he could watch what Stephen
would do next.  He felt like he was on fire, every kiss and touch making
him burn.  Stephen grinned from where he knelt and then buried his face in
Eloy's crotch, biting his penis through the material.  Eloy groaned.  Just
when he couldn't take anymore, Stephen moved off to the side so he could
bite at his thigh, or move up to kiss his stomach.  Eloy moved his foot so
that it was rubbing against Stephen.  Stephen eagerly rode his foot as he
moved back and forth, working himself up so that he was panting just as
heavily as Eloy.

     "Stephen," Eloy groaned, unable to take more of the teasing.  Stephen
paused and looked up from where he had been working his way down Eloy's leg
with his mouth.  He heard the urgency in Eloy's voice and smiled.  He got
back up and pushed Eloy flat on the bed again, lying on top of him.  Eloy
wrapped his arms around Stephen and tried to hold him, but Stephen tapped
him on the lips and shook his head.

     "Uh, uh." He whispered and he ran his tongue over Eloy's lips.
"Patience, baby."  Eloy whimpered.  He worked his way back down Eloy's
chest and this time pulled at the waistband.  Eloy lifted his hips, letting
the material slide off of him.  His erection stood straight up as Stephen
moved the sweats over his legs and he shivered when he felt lips brush over
it.  He let out a gasp as Stephen's mouth sucked on his testicles, the
feeling of being incased in that velvet mouth almost too much for him.  He
spread his legs, wanting to give Stephen as much access as he could.  A
hand caressed his butt before sliding a finger down his crack and pushing
on his anus.  His whimpering grew as he felt a wet tongue circle around it.

     "Oh!" Eloy said in surprise as the tongue pushed in a bit, fingers
spreading him for better access.  The dreams he had had over the past weeks
didn't even compare with reality.  He allowed his hands to crawl down and
hold Stephen's head in place, not wanting him to move from where he was.

      Stephen was fully aroused and excited by what he was doing.  He found
that he wanted to explore every part of his lover's body, and was enjoying
his wanderings very much.  As he felt Eloy's hands run through his hair and
press him down, he knew if he kept it up much longer, they were both going
to go prematurely.  With a sigh of regret he pulled back, ignoring Eloy's
whimper as he removed his tongue from where it was.  He sucked on the
fingers that traced his face and bit each one as they tried to push him
back to where he had been.

     Finally he pushed Eloy's hands away and rested back on his heels. He
tried to ease the strain of his jeans against him. Eloy was still panting
heavily, legs drawn up and spread wide.  Sweat glistened along his body.
Stephen leaned forward and licked a bit off his stomach as he levered
himself up.

      Eloy vaguely sensed that Stephen had gotten up and opened his eyes to
see what was going to happen next.  It seemed to him that Stephen was
looking mysterious in the dim light, wearing all black.  The fact that he
was still dressed while he himself was naked made him shiver.

       Stephen saw the ripple of the shiver chase through Eloy's body and
he was pleased at the reaction he had caused.  He was going purely on
instinct and letting himself just do what he wanted without really thinking
about it.  So far, everything he had done had gotten the response he had
been hoping for.

       "Alstublieft," Eloy moaned softly.  He held a hand out to Stephen,
silently pleading with him.  Stephen took the hand and kissed it, first the
back, then the palm before putting it back down on the bed.  Eloy clutched
the mussed sheets.  "Alstublieft."

       This time Stephen listened to the plea and smiled. "Just a minute,
baby." He leaned down and got the box of condoms that they had tossed on
the floor earlier.  Placing the box on the nightstand, he opened one
package and leaned down to kiss Eloy's erection.  "Baby, you have no idea
how much I wish we didn't have to use these."  He gently rolled the condom
down Eloy's shaft and stroked it lightly.

        "Ja," Eloy agreed with a gasp.  He knew exactly what Stephen meant.
He panted as Stephen stood back up and put the other packet to one side.

        Stephen reached down and pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and
over his head. Eloy was mesmerized with the way he did it, his white skin
exposed in the dim light of the nightstand lamp.  He ran a hand over his
chest.  Black hair encircled each nipple, growing in a swath down his chest
and down to where it disappeared into his jeans.  Eloy found him incredibly
sexy, unconsciously posing as he dropped the shirt onto a nearby chair.  He
found he wanted to trace the path of that hair down past the belly to what
lay beneath.  He ached to feel his lips along that stomach.  His hands
itched to stroke that chest.  He whimpered again and Stephen smiled.

        "I'll be right there, honey." He said softly.  He popped the top
button of his jeans and pulled them down off his body.  His penis stood out
as he leaned over to pull each pant leg off and Eloy groaned as his eyes
wandered over the rest of his body, now that it was exposed to him.  The
hair on his belly ended in a black bush around his penis and Eloy focused
on the erection in front of him.  He found he couldn't take his eyes off of
it as Stephen straightened up and smiled again.

       "Alstublieft," he whispered again.  He knew he wasn't speaking
English but he really didn't care.  By this point, all he wanted was to
feel that body on his own.  Stephen picked up the packet he had put on the
bed and opened it. He rolled the condom on his own penis and tossed the
wrapper into the bin next to the bed.

        "Ready?" He asked softly and Eloy nodded eagerly.  He crawled in
between Eloy's legs and lay down on top of him, their penises rubbing
together as he rested his weight down on Eloy.  They kissed, their tongues
darting in and out of each other's mouths.  Stephen didn't object to Eloy's
arms circling around him this time, and they hugged tightly as they kissed.
Eloy bucked his hips slightly so he could rub himself back and forth
against Stephen's length.  Stephen growled and reached a hand down between
them, grasping both of them and pumping slightly.

       "Argh!" Eloy groaned, pressing hard against Stephen's hand.

       "Uh, uh, uh," Stephen teased.  "Not so fast, babe.  No need to rush
a good thing."  He grinned, his eyes glinting in the dim light.  He snaked
his hand through their legs so he could stroke Eloy's anus again.  Eloy
gasped in reaction and he laughed softly.  "Yeah, this is what you want,
don't you?"

        Eloy tossed his head back and forth as Stephen continued to tease
him mercilessly.  He was groaning louder, every stroke by Stephen making
muscles ripple in reaction.  Stephen pushed back off of him and left a
fiery trail of kisses down the length of his body as he dropped lower.  He
licked at Eloy, making him squirm in reaction.  He could feel himself
reacting to what he was doing, too.  He wasn't sure if he was going to do
it right, but at this point, Eloy was beyond the point of caring what
happened next.  He was panting in small gasps, whimpering, and shivering in
reaction.  Stephen grabbed a pillow and wedged it beneath Eloy's hips,
raising him up.  With one last lick, he made sure that Eloy was wet enough
for what he needed.  Pushing Eloy's legs back he rested his penis at his
hole and pushed in slightly.

       "Oh!" Eloy gasped, his eyes opening as Stephen entered him.  Stephen
watched his face intently.  He had never done this before and he wanted to
make sure he was careful and didn't hurt Eloy.

        "Okay?" Stephen whispered softly, a worried expression on his face.

        "Ja! Ja!" Eloy exclaimed as he pushed himself down against
Stephen. "Meer, geliefde. Alstublieft!"  He reached out and stroked
Stephen's face.  "Ja, goed."  He closed his eyes involuntarily as Stephen
filled him and pulled out again, giving small strokes. "Goed,
geliefde. Zich haasten, geliefde."

        Stephen felt incredible.  The feeling of Eloy sliding around him
was amazing.  He had never experienced anything like it before.  As he got
more comfortable with the fact that he wasn't hurting Eloy, he sped up and
was a little more aggressive with his strokes.  Eloy seemed to like it,
because he gasped louder and reached out a hand to stroke down Stephen's
chest, encouraging him to continue.  His gasps grew louder as Stephen
continued to pull in and out of him.  The slick sound of their bodies
hitting together as Stephen reached the end of his stroke was the only
sound they made for a while.  Eventually, as Stephen got more confident, he
let his hand creep down Eloy's thigh to circle his penis and pumped it,
keeping with the rhythm that his hips were making.  Eloy had one hand on
his leg, pulling it back so Stephen had better access.  He kept on urging
Stephen on by tweaking his nipples, stroking wherever he could reach and by
pressing up against Stephen on each strok!  e.  This was beyond his wildest
imaginations and dreams.  He hadn't thought that was going to be possible,
but it was.

     They were covered with sweat from their exertions.  Eventually,
Stephen's hand took its toll and Eloy was ejaculating into the condom.
Involuntarily he clenched his butt as Stephen entered again and that was
enough to push the younger man over the edge, too.  Soon he was shooting
off himself and finally came to rest down on top of Eloy.  They both panted
heavily, slowly allowing their breathing to slow down.

       Eloy opened his eyes and stared down at Stephen's sweat-streaked
face where it rested against his chest.  He could still feel Stephen inside
him, though he was slowly slipping out as he lost his erection. Never had
he felt so fantastic.  As Stephen finally slipped out, he pulled him up so
that they were level with each other.  Stephen smiled tiredly as they
kissed.

       "Dank u, geliefde.  Dank u," he whispered against Stephen's lips.

       "Thank you, baby," Stephen said back.  "Did you really like it?" His
eyes roved Eloy's face worriedly.  He was afraid that he hadn't done it
right, or that it wasn't what Eloy had been expecting.

        "Oh, Ja!" Eloy exclaimed.  "Op watertje ongeloofwaardig!
Fantasierijk!" He struggled to translate into English what he felt.
"It... it was incredible! Bijster... very much so!"

         "Yeah?" Stephen asked, delighted.

          "Ja," Eloy agreed.  He loved watching the expressions cross
Stephen's face.  He was quick to reassure him that he had done it right.
Stephen could be so insecure about stuff, he mused to himself.  He was so
worried that he had done something wrong, and Eloy knew that only repeated
experience would make him secure in what had happened.  And he intended to
repeat that again in the near future.  He helped Stephen pull his condom
off as well as his own and tossed both into the bin together.  He echoed
Stephen's wish that they didn't have to use them, and knew that in time,
they wouldn't have to.  He looked forward to that time very much, because
he wanted to share everything with Stephen.

          Eloy pulled them both up so that they were completely on the bed
and pulled the covers around them.  Wrapped up in a cocoon of covers, they
let their breathing slow as they listened to the music playing on the
radio.