Date: Thu, 3 May 2001 23:40:08 -0400
From: musicfan <musicfan@subdimension.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go #17

 Disclaimer:

   The following story is the seventeenth 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.

Musicfan

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       The mantle clock downstairs in the parlor rang out the half-hour as
Michelle closed Jordan's door and headed back to bed. He had been coughing
through the night and she wanted to check in on him.  On her way back to
her room her eyes rested on the phone in the hallway.  She knew it was
late, but she couldn't resist.  Picking up the phone, she dialed a long
distance number.

      "Whitehall Regency, front desk.  Maybe I help you?" A woman's voice
answered the phone.

      "Yes, Room 415, please," Michelle asked softly, trying not to wake
her husband in the next room.

      "Just a minute, please." The woman put her through and she waited
while the phone rang over and over again.  She knew if she woke up Stephen
he'd be ticked, but she had a feeling he wasn't going to pick up.  After a
few rings when she heard the click over to the message service, she hung up
the phone.  She was smiling as she slipped through the bedroom door and
glanced at the clock on the dresser. It was half past two in the morning.
She pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed.  Alan murmured and
rolled over, curling around her as she got back into bed.

      "Jordan all right?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around Michelle's
waist.  Michelle laughed softly as his breath tickled her ear.

       "Yes, he's fine.  I just wanted to check in on him."  She said.

       "So why are you laughing, then?" He murmured, nuzzling her neck as
his hand caressed her stomach.

        "No reason, love.  Go back to sleep," she said, closing her eyes.
As she drifted off to sleep she tried to picture what was going on in
London, but her imagination eluded her for the moment.  So she settled for
imagining what the man she talked to the previous afternoon on her
brother's mobile looked like.  He certainly had an interesting voice....

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       Stephen rolled over as the sun hit him in the face and buried his
head against Eloy's chest.

       "Mmmmm," Eloy muttered as he wrapped his arm around Stephen's back.
He opened his eyes and smiled.  Stephen was buried under the covers.  All
that could be seen was a wisp of hair out of the top of the covers. He
peeled down the comforter and watched Stephen sleep.  He had one arm tucked
under the pillow and the other up against his chest.  His lashes made half
moon circles on his face, beard stubble creating a dark shadow on his
cheeks.  Eloy let his eyes rove from face to torso.  Dark hair furred
Stephen's chest, working its way down to a line past his stomach and down
to his waist where it pooled before spreading down his legs.  He reached
out a hand and gently brushed along Stephen's arm.  Stephen murmured
something and smiled.  Eloy was drawn to his lips. He leaned down and
lightly pressed a kiss on them. Then he started leaving little kisses along
Stephen's cheek, working his way down to his shoulder.  That elicited a
sigh.  He pulled back for a moment, not rea!  lly wanting to wake Stephen,
but unable to keep himself from touching him.

     After a moment when Stephen didn't stir again, he lay down so his head
was on the mattress, level with Stephen's chest.  Tentatively he leaned
forward and lightly brushed the back of Stephen's hand with his lips.  He
kissed his way down the fingers to where they were curled against his upper
chest.  He gently kissed the nipple peeking out behind the hand, then
worked his way down to the other one, which had risen in response to his
attention to the first.  Without thinking, he fastened his lips on it and
sucked it into his mouth.  Stephen moaned and he reluctantly pulled back.
He really didn't have the heart to wake him, but he was finding it
difficult to keep away. He ran his fingers over Stephen's face, tracing the
jaw line.  He wanted to memorize everything. He let his fingers follow the
line of Stephen's throat down to his arm, watching the hair raise up in
response.  He trailed off the elbow to the hip, outlining the tattoo
emblazoned there before drifting down the !  side of Stephen's leg.
Another sigh met his touch and he hesitated again.  He pulled his hand back
only to feel a hand touching him.  Startled, he looked up to meet Stephen's
eyes staring sleepily into his own.

     Stephen had pulled his hand out from under the pillow and touched
Eloy's hair.  "Good morning," he said softly, smiling down at Eloy.  His
eyes crinkled up in amusement at the way Eloy looked.  His hair was mussed
and Stephen stroked it back off his face.  He wondered what had caused the
expression on Eloy's face.  He had the most interesting look.  Almost of
wonderment.  He looked... well, like a kid in a candy store!  Stephen
chuckled.

     "Didn't mean to wake you," Eloy said apologetically even as he smiled
back up at Stephen.

     "It's okay," Stephen said, letting his fingers trail through Eloy's
hair.  "Probably about time I woke up, anyhow.  What are you doing way down
there?"

      Eloy looked down for a moment and Stephen could almost swear he saw a
slight blush creep over his cheeks.  "Looking," he said simply.

     "Looking at what?" Stephen asked, moving his hand to stroke Eloy's
face.  Then he registered the fact that Eloy had been looking at him.
"Me?"  Eloy nodded silently.  "Why would you want to do that?"

     "Because I like looking at you?" Eloy asked.  "Because I think you're
schoon... handsome? Aanlokkelijk --- that means tempting," Eloy grinned,
expanding on his adjectives.  Stephen snorted his derision at that
suggestion.  "Or even... dare I say it? Verrukkelijk?"

     Stephen made a skeptical face.  "Veru what?"

     "Verrukkelijk," Eloy said with a grin.  "Delicious!"  Stephen laughed.

     "You're funny, E!" He said.  He could feel his cheeks burning with
embarrassment as Eloy got more descriptive.

      "What, I can't call you delicious?" Eloy retorted, his eyes glinting
in the morning light.  He was leaning an elbow, his head propped up in his
hand as he stared up at Stephen's face in amusement.

        "No!" Stephen protested as he shifted uncomfortably.  He tried to
pull the sheets up but Eloy put out a hand to stop him.

     "And why not?" He asked in reply.  He knew that Stephen wasn't very
comfortable with these kinds of conversations, but he was enjoying himself.
He pulled the sheet out of Stephen's hand and pulled it the rest of the way
down past Stephen's legs, exposing him to the morning light.  Stephen
shivered.

       "Because it's a bit of an exaggeration?" Stephen said, dropping his
hand down to cover himself.  Eloy cocked his head, wondering if Stephen
even consciously knew what he was doing.

      He reached out a hand and pulled Stephen's hand away.  "No, it's not,
liefste.  And don't hide... you don't need to, with me."

      "I'm not trying to hide!" Stephen protested.

       "And what do you call what you were just doing?" Eloy asked.
Stephen looked away, then turned back to say something, but he didn't have
an explanation. He looked down at the sheets rather than look back at Eloy.
"Stephen, you should be more comfortable with your body.  It's beautiful
--- there's no need to hide."

       "Nice of you to say so, but I really don't feel that way," he said
faintly. Eloy had to lean forward to hear the soft words.  He sighed. Then
he pushed himself up onto his hip and leaned forward so that he rested his
cheek against Stephen's.

        "Well, liefste, I hope some day that I can change your mind.
Because you are beautiful." He reached out and tilted Stephen's face up so
that they were looking at each other.  "Thank you for being here.  I don't
mean to embarrass you, but I hate to see you so negative about yourself."

     Stephen sighed. "Let's forget about it, okay?" He looked up to see
Eloy shaking his head.  "No?"

     "No, because I don't want you waking up and pulling away like this,
zoetelief... sweetheart," Eloy said.  "I don't want you to be uncomfortable
every time I pay you a compliment. If I say you are schoon... you are, in
my eyes. Okay?"

      Stephen stared at him a moment before sighing softly. "Okay. I'm
sorry.  I just... don't deal well with compliments, I guess."

     "Well, that's just something we'll have to work on, then," Eloy said
with a smile.  "Now, how about we start this again? Goedemorgen, liefste."

     "Good morning, hon." Stephen smiled back.  "How do you say that
again?"

     "Goedemorgen," Eloy said.  Stephen repeated it with a smile, then
reached out a hand to pull Eloy in for a kiss.

     "And leaster?" He asked as they pulled back from the kiss.

      "Liefste," Eloy corrected gently.  Stephen repeated it a few times to
himself before saying the whole phrase back to him.

      "Ja, goed!" he said with a smile.

      "Yeah?"  Stephen seemed pleased with himself for getting it right.
He pulled Eloy into a tight hug and held him for a moment before letting go
again.  "And a good morning it is!"

      Eloy laughed.  "And what would you like to do this morning, hmmmm?
We've got the whole day to ourselves.  No use staying cooped up inside if
we don't have to."

      "You think?" Stephen said with a laugh.  "Yeah, I agree.  It looks
like a grand day out there.  What about if we get ourselves out for some
breakfast and perhaps a bit of window shopping or something?"  He turned to
look out the open drapes. They had neglected to close them the night before
and it was the sun shining through the gauzy sheer curtain that had woken
them.

     "We could do that," Eloy grinned.  Stephen tended towards mercurial
moods at times.  One moment moody and dark, the next it was like a cloud
had lifted from the sun.  He felt he had pressed his point home for the
time being.  He pulled Stephen into his arms and tumbled back onto the bed
with Stephen on top of him.  Kissing him soundly he hugged him tightly
before pulling back slightly to look at his face.  Stephen had closed his
eyes with the kiss and slowly opened them again as Eloy pulled back.

     "Wow," Stephen breathed softly, a bit shaken by his response to the
kiss.

     "Hey, I rated a wow!" Eloy exclaimed, delighted with Stephen's
reaction.  Stephen opened his eyes to look down at Eloy.

     "Yeah, you did.  And do I mean WOW!" He growled and leaned in to give
Eloy another kiss.  Eloy laughed and he stroked Stephen's back.  He loved
the feeling of their skin touching.  As Stephen shifted so their legs
intertwined he ran a hand down Stephen's back to his butt.  He kneaded it
gently and pressed Stephen's hips close to his own.  He felt a reaction to
his touch and smiled.  Stephen bit his shoulder gently and he groaned in
response.  Then Stephen's hand crept down to touch him.  He gasped.

     "Okay?" Stephen asked raggedly, his breathing a bit harsh.

     "Ja," Eloy said, pumping his hips slightly.  "Zusje... baby... I need
you," he whispered.

      "Yeah," Stephen said a bit breathlessly.  "I need you, too."  He
started biting Eloy's neck, working his way down his shoulder to his chest.
Eloy still smelled like the oil from their bath of the night before, mixed
in with a bit of his own musky scent.  Stephen inhaled the smell as he
licked his way down Eloy's chest, taking little bites as he drifted lower.
Eloy ran his fingers through Stephen's hair, silently encouraging him
along.  He loved the way Stephen took control.  It was exciting and very
erotic.  He felt Stephen dip his tongue in his belly button and he
shuddered. Hands stroked him everywhere. They spread his legs and he sighed
with satisfaction as he felt Stephen's mouth surround him. Everything felt
so right.  Feather light touches of Stephen's tongue found him rock
hard. Stephen pulled up and pushed down again, letting Eloy push at the
back of his throat. His hand stroked all around Eloy's waist, stroking
through hair, scratching and squeezing.  He knew!
 he was playing with fire by not using a condom, but he really didn't want
to stop. He pulled back and sucked on the head of Eloy's penis.  Eloy
groaned in response, pressing his head back down.  He lightly nipped along
its length, running his tongue along the underside as he went.

    Eloy raised his leg and slipped it between Stephen's legs.  He pressed
up against Stephen's penis and rubbed against it. Stephen unconsciously
picked up the rhythm of his movements and mirrored them with his mouth.
Eloy raised himself up on his elbows to look down at Stephen.  Stephen was
roaming his hands all over Eloy's lower body, dipping into cracks and
crevasses and stroking lightly.  Eloy panted, turned on by watching Stephen
as he sucked on him.  It was then that he realized that Stephen hadn't put
a condom on either of them.

    "Stephen," he gasped.

     "Mmmm," Stephen murmured as he continued to work his way up and down
Eloy's shaft.

     "Stephen, please!" He said, reaching down to gently push Stephen
back. "Afhalen, zusje...."

      "What?" Stephen asked, a bit cross at being interrupted. He looked
up, his eyes dark with desire. "What?"

     Eloy stretched over to the nightstand and grabbed a couple of condoms
out of the box. "Baby, we can't..."

     Stephen stared at Eloy dazedly for a moment before looking at his hand
and focusing on what was in it.

     "Shite," he swore softly.

     "Het spijt me," Eloy said softly. He struggled to translate past the
haze of what he was feeling.  "Sorry. I'm so sorry baby.  But we can't
taken chances...."

     "What if I want to?" Stephen said softly, almost sulkily.  "I'm
clean."

     "Ja, you are.  But I can't let you take that chance with me," Eloy
said steadily, meeting his eyes.

     "I trust you," Stephen said, still fighting the suggestion.

     "Dank u, liefste," Eloy said with a sigh.  "Thank you so much.  But
baby, over the last few months, I haven't been alone sometimes.  And while
I'm sure I've been careful, until we know... until we're sure.... I can't
let you take that kind of a chance. I'm sorry."

     Stephen closed his eyes and dropped his head down on Eloy's thigh.  He
felt green with jealousy of the thought of Eloy with someone else. He
panted for a moment before he looked up where Eloy still lay with his hand
outstretched.  "Has it really been that many?"

      Eloy winced away at the hurt look on Stephen's face.  He felt like he
had betrayed him when most of the encounters had happened before they had
even gotten together for the first time in France.  There had been one
since, but Eloy had walked away from that encounter feeling a bit soiled.
He had been drunk at the time and hadn't thought twice about accepting the
other man's advances at a mutual friend's party.  It was the last time he
had slept with anyone and that had been over 3 months before.

      "Not so many, no.  But enough," he admitted softly.  Stephen closed
his eyes again. He reached out and gently stroked Stephen's face.  "I'm
sorry, honey. I really am.  But I have to be honest about this."

     Stephen turned his face away slightly and nodded.  "Yeah, well, its
not like you were with anyone, so I guess it shouldn't bother me." He
looked back up at Eloy.  "But it does, a bit." He admitted shakily.

      "Oh, baby," Eloy said softly. "I'm so sorry." He stroked Stephen's
cheek again.  It felt a bit damp and he closed his eyes.  He felt terrible
and wished he could turn back the clock and change the past.

     Stephen opened his eyes when he heard the catch in Eloy's voice. The
regret was painted all over his face and Stephen felt the little knot in
his stomach dissolve a bit. He told himself that he had no right to expect
Eloy to be celibate after his breakup with Carlo.  Just because he didn't
have a sex life didn't necessarily mean that he should expect other people
to be the same.  Especially Eloy, whom he had always found extremely
attractive.  He was sure he wasn't the only one who thought so, either.

     He levered himself up on his knees and crawled over to Eloy.  He
wrapped his arms around the other man and hugged him close.  Eloy opened
his eyes, a bit startled by Stephen's reaction.

     "Hey, it's okay, Eloy." He reassured him softly and kissed his cheek.

     "No, it isn't.  But thank you for being so understanding," he said
softly, hugging Stephen back.  "Honestly, I think I got lost for a bit
there, as I tried to work things out.  It took me a long time to come out
of that well.  I'm not proud of some of the things I did.  And I am sorry
now."

     "Eloy, we all do some things we're not too proud of," Stephen replied
softly. "Its part of life.  We learn from it and go on."

     Eloy nodded.  "Can we go on from this?" He asked tentatively.

     He felt Stephen's hair brush his cheek as he nodded.  "Yeah, we can.
I have to admit it killed the moment for me right now," he said a bit
shakily as he let out a breath.  "But that's not to say we can't pick up
later."

     "Ja," he said a bit regretfully. "So what now?"

    "Now?" Stephen sighed.  "What do you say we get the hell out of here
and go get something to eat?  I think I need to see some daylight for a
change." He pulled away from Eloy and moved over to the edge of the bed.
He looked up and with a wry smile held out his hand to Eloy.  "C'mon."

     "C'mon where?" Eloy asked, taking Stephen's hand and let himself be
pulled off the bed.  He stood up and looked down at Stephen.

      "C'mon down to my room where we can get ourselves a real shower,"
Stephen said with a crooked smile.  "Then we can get ourselves dressed and
out the door to find ourselves something to eat.  What do you say to that?"

       Eloy smiled, feeling their old camaraderie coming back with
Stephen's gentle joking. "I think that's a pretty darn good idea.  How
about we toss on some sweats and sneak down the stairs?"

       "All right, let's go." Stephen said, feeling back on even ground
again as they settled back into a comfortable friendship again.  He hunted
around the floor for the bag he had brought the night before that held his
spare set of clothes as well as the sweats that Eloy had loaned him.
Pulling them on, he turned to see that Eloy had hunted up his sweats and
had pulled out a change of clothes to bring downstairs.  Smiling, he
grabbed his room key and mobile off the table and shoved them in a pocket.

      "Follow me," he said, peering into the corridor as he opened the
door.  Seeing no one about, he stepped out into the corridor, Eloy
following quietly.