Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2001 20:36:42
From: musicfan <musicfan@indabox.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go #27

Disclaimer:

   The following story is the twenty-seventh 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.

   As you can no doubt figure out from the email address above, I've
changed my email, having lost my email on my subdimension
account. Hopefully this one will prove a bit more stable.  I beg the
forgiveness to those people who have written to whom I haven't had a chance
to reply.  When the server lost the email, I also lost my addresses.  I do
apologise.  In the meantime, please enjoy the next installment of my story.

   Cheers,

   Musicfan


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     Laughter followed their group out of the bar that night.  Keith and
Mikey were holding each other up, followed by Stephen, Shane and Ronan who
were laughing at the way they were walking.

     It had been a good day.  Stephen had had a blast with Keith and Shane.
Later in the evening, they had met up with the rest of the lads and gone
out to dinner, then hung out in the pub with some fans.  It was the fans
who were laughing as they made their unsteady way out of the bar.

     "Lookit those idjits," Ro slurred as he draped an arm around Stephen's
shoulders.  Stephen staggered slightly under his weight and they swayed to
one side before righting themselves. He looked to the side and saw their
reflection in the mirror.  They weren't looking too good themselves, but he
forbore any mention of it to Ronan.  "Where we going?"

     "That way," Stephen said, pointing towards the lift.  They made their
way across the quiet lobby.  It was late, and the pub was shutting down for
the night.  For some people that just meant relocating with whatever drinks
they could carry to the lobby area.  Already some group was singing some
song and people were gathering around them.  "Let's get away from that
crowd.  Last thing I want is to get pulled into a group singing patriotic
songs!"  They lurched over to the lift where Ro punched around the area of
the call button until hitting it on the sixth try.  Shane followed them
over, none too steady on his feet.

     "You's is all rappid." He said, leaning against the wall and grinning
at his friends.  They laughed at him, both thinking about how pissed he
looked.  The doors opened and they tripped inside, giggling like mad.  "No,
I really, really mean it." Shane said solemnly.

     "That's okay, Shane.  Thanks for the compliment." Stephen said while
trying to stop from giggling again.  They all fell against the wall when
the elevator jerked to a stop on their floor.  Shane held open the doors
and let Ro and Stephen pass before getting out himself. They made their way
down the hall and paused in front of Shane's room first.  "You going to be
okay?" Stephen asked him.

      "I'm grand," Shane assured him while he tried unsuccessfully to fit
his key into the door lock.  Finally, Ronan took it out of his hand and
with a deliberate movement, slowly inserted it into the lock.  He was quite
proud of himself for accomplishing this and bowed with a flourish to let
Shane in.

       "There you go, Shanno, m'lad." Ronan laughed as he stood upright and
swayed slightly before grabbing hold of Stephen again.  Together, the two
of them giggled as Shane made his way into the room.  He closed the door
with a goodnight while they stood there.  Ro turned the key in the lock
again and opened the door enough to toss the key inside before closing it
again.  "Yeah, he's pissed all right.  Where'd the other two go?"

      "I have no idea," Stephen said.  He looked down the hall, but there
was no sign of the other two lads.  He shrugged. "I'm sure they're happy as
larry somewhere."

       "Right enough," Ro agreed.  He steered the two of them down the hall
before stopping in front of his door.  "Stephen, I bid you g'night.  I love
you, but not enough to sleep with you."

       "Same here, brother. Sorry, you're not my type." Stephen said with a
grin.  "Sleep tight."  He made his way down the hallway and carefully fit
his key into the lock.  The phone was ringing when he entered, and he
stumbled through the dark to the phone rather than stop to turn on the
light.

      He winced as he stubbed his toe on the dresser.  "Hello?" He squeaked
as he picked up the receiver.

      "Stephen?"  He stifled a groan as he recognized his sister's voice.

      "Yeah, it's me.  Just stubbed me toe coming in, Shel." Stephen
said. He sat down with a sigh and rubbed his foot.  "How are ya?"

     "A mite bit better than you sound," she said tartly.  "Have you been
out drinking with the boys again?" She was a bit miffed that he hadn't
called her like he had promised.  She knew he was busy, and was willing to
cut him some slack, but still, he could follow through on his promises
occasionally.

     "Just had a couple," he mumbled defensively. He kicked off his
sneakers and curled back onto the bed with the phone.  "Not much else to do
here."

     "How about coming home at a decent hour and calling your family
occasionally?" She retorted.  He winced again and groaned.

     "Ah, please, Michelle.  Not tonight.  My head can't handle it."
Stephen moaned.  With one hand, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of
it.  "I know you're right.  I should have called you back.  I know.  It's
just that this whole thing has been such a mess the last couple of weeks
that I haven't been thinking straight."

     Immediately Michelle felt bad about taking it out on Stephen.  "Ah, I
know sweetie.  I'm sorry.  I just feel like I'm missing out on so much
right now."

     "Not much to miss out on, Shel," Stephen said with a sigh.  "It's
gotten a might bit better, but I can't tell you how much I'm missing him
right now. I haven't slept well the last couple of weeks.  Keith was just
on me today for not eating.  I'm just not interested, you know."

      "You have to eat though," she said quietly. "No point in just
starving yourself to death."  She was a bit worried about the way he
sounded, though she knew a bit of it was probably the drink talking.

      "I do eat," he sighed, twisting the phone cord around his
finger. "It's just not appetizing is all.  Anyhow, on a better note, I'm
waiting to hear back from Eloy about when he has some time free so I can go
over for a weekend."

       "Oh?" Michelle asked, surprised.  "How did all that work out?"

      "Ro gave Louis a call and told him we all needed a break.  He didn't
even bat an eye.  Told him to go ahead and do whatever."  Stephen growled
into the phone.  "When I think of all the time we wasted, waiting for him
to do something when we could have done it anytime we wanted, it just makes
me boil."

       "I told you that man is an idjit.  He's only looking out for number
one, that one." Michelle sniffed disdainfully.  "Well, don't waste any
thought on him.  Work on the fact that you now can go for a holiday and
enjoy yourself.  Lord knows it's well deserved.  Any idea on when you'll
hear from Eloy?"

       "He said he'd call when he knew anything.  The problem is that the
timing couldn't be worse.  His group is just getting into the promotion on
their album. He's in Germany today and was hoping to find a time to talk to
the others in a group about when there might be some time free scheduled.
I'll just have to sit tight and wait for him to call."  Stephen sighed
again.  He was trying so hard to be patient, but now that he had some go
ahead, it was all he could do not to jump on the next flight out to
Holland.

       "I'm sure he'll let you know as soon as he can," Michelle assured
him.  "I'm sure it's been hard on him, too."

       "I suppose." Stephen said.  "Did you ever have this problem with
Alan?  Like there's some kind of comedy of errors going on where no matter
what you do, nothing seems to go out the way you want or hope?"

       "Well, we've had our moments," Michelle admitted wryly. "Of course,
it's not like what you two have to go through.  But there's always that
time when you're planning something and it all goes wrong, or just not the
way you plan.  It all comes out in the wash though.  Just have to be
patient and ride it along.  And remember, you can always come here if you
need a place to come.  I'll find a place for you two to have some time
together."

       "Thanks, hon. You're the best. Though I can't for the life of me see
how the hell we'd hide something like that back home.  Best we meet
someplace neutral, like here in London.  But if we need to go that route,
I'll definitely call and let you know."  Stephen stared up into the
darkness of the room.  Light filtered through the drapes and he followed
the faint patterns they made on the ceiling.  "I think it's the waiting
that's the worst part."

      "Just think of the day when you won't have to wait. And it will
come." Michelle promised.  It worried her to hear him being so
down. Sometimes it made her realize just how much she didn't understand
about her brother's life.  A soft sigh was the only response she got for a
bit.  She knew he was lost in thought.

      "Shel, I can't afford to think that far ahead.  It would be years
away, if I'm lucky.  I don't even want to think of what would happen if any
word ever leaked out.  I'm losing enough sleep as it is." He closed his
eyes, not wanting to think about that.

     "Let me ask you one question, Stephen." Michelle said quietly.

     "Yeah?"

     "Can you imagine life without him right now?" She asked.

     "God no!" Stephen exclaimed.  "I can't deal with even a few weeks
apart.  I can't imagine going back to what it was like before.  That's not
living, Michelle.  That was just existing."

     "Then do what you have to.  Make the time to get together. I think you
owe yourself that.  There's more to life than what you're doing right now.
Even the other guys see that.  Didn't you say that Ro's gotten himself
sweet on some girl? I'm sure he's in the same boat as you at the moment.
The last thing Louis wants is that one involved with anyone.  He'd probably
wet himself if he found out. Taking away his potential attraction with the
girls and all.  And after talking with her, I know Lisa was a bit ticked
off at the schedule Louis had you all on.  It's not right, honey.  No one
can do that pace for long without just losing it all.  You need to step
back and give yourself some time off."

     "I know that, Shel. That's what we're working on." Stephen said.  He
loved it when she got all protective on him.  "You're the best, you know
that?"

     "Well, someone has to look out for you.  You certainly can't seem to
do it for yourself, I think!" She said indignantly.  Stephen started
laughing and after a few moments she joined in. She knew that sometimes she
went overboard, but there were plenty of times that Stephen would let
people walk all over him rather than complain.  And she wanted to make sure
that he took the time he needed and deserved.  "Promise me you'll call when
you know when you're going?"

     "I will.  And I am really sorry I haven't been so good about calling
lately.  It's just that my head has been in such a whirl over this that I
haven't been thinking straight recently." Stephen said apologetically.

     "I know, honey.  And it's not like you're just sitting around,
watching the paint peel or anything like that.  But I do miss you so,"
Michelle said.  "I feel like I need to know what's going on. Now get off
the phone and call that man of yours."

     "Well, he said he'd call..." Stephen said doubtfully.  The last thing
he was going to do was hound Eloy when he knew how busy he was at the
moment.

     "Nothing wrong with giving him a ring on his mobile and just saying
goodnight, is there?" She asked. "And he can't be doing anything this late
at night, other than sitting around a bar himself."

     Stephen thought about it for a moment and saw she had a point.  "Well,
maybe."

     "Why not give me his number and I'll ring him up if you don't want
to." She suggested with a laugh.  Stephen rolled his eyes.

    "Oh god. The last thing I need is you two conspiring together." Stephen
groaned to himself.  He could only imagine that happening. "I don't think
I'd survive it." That just made her laugh all the more. "No, I'll do my own
calling, thanks."

     "You're no fun," she said reproachfully.  He just laughed her off, and
after promising to give her an update when he knew more, they rung off.  He
lay in the bed for a bit, still debating whether to give Eloy a call.  He
looked at the clock and saw that it wasn't as late as he had thought.  He
tended to forget that the pub in this hotel shut down earlier than was
normal for most places, and that's what made him think it was later than it
was.  He hung up the phone and reached for his mobile.  In the dark, the
face of his Nokia was softly illuminated with a green light. He finally
settled for calling Eloy at home.  That way if he was still out, he could
just leave a message.

     Eloy picked up on the second ring.  "Hallo?"

    "Hey, you're home!" Stephen said in surprise.  "I was just going to
leave a message because I thought you hadn't gotten back yet."

    Eloy smiled into his phone as he heard Stephen's voice. "I just got
back home less than a half hour ago, actually.  I'm glad I did."

    "Did you have a good trip?" Stephen asked him.

    "Ja, it was goed.  Long day, though." Eloy sighed. "You know how it is,
doing a dozen interviews with people all asking the same vapid questions."
Stephen laughed.  He knew exactly what Eloy meant. "How was your day?"

    "Good.  Keith and Shane dragged me out around town today.  We had a lot
of fun.  And I just got berated by my sister for not calling her like I had
promised.  She then told me to call you, so I figured I'd leave you a
little hello message." Stephen was in a good mood again.  Just hearing
Eloy's voice on the other end of the phone was enough to set him to rights.

    "You should always listen to your sister," Eloy said.  "Big sisters
always know what's best for you."

    "No, I don't think so." Stephen laughed.  "If I always listened to her,
you'd be talking to her now instead of me."

    "Oh?" Eloy asked.  He pulled the cork out of a bottle of wine and
poured himself a glass before heading to the bedroom with the receiver
tucked under his chin.  He loved hearing Stephen laugh.  "What is your
sister up to now?"

    "Well, she figured if I wasn't going to give you a ring, she would.
Figured you two would have a grand old time chatting together," Stephen
said mirthfully.

    "I'm sure we would," Eloy said with a chuckle.  He placed his glass on
the table next to his bed and sat on the edge. "Maybe I should give her a
ring one of these days and get all the stories about you from her."

    "Don't you dare!" Stephen admonished him.  "I'd have to beat the two of
you if you did something like that."

    "Oh, promise?" Eloy asked hopefully.  That got Stephen giggling and
they laughed together.  "Hey, got some good news for you, liefste."

    "Yeah, what's that?" Stephen asked him.

    "I talked to the group today.  On the plane back, we got out the
schedule and I think I found a time for when we can get a few days off
together." Eloy said.  He was eager to share his news with Stephen and see
when they could arrange to meet again.

    Stephen sat up and turned on the light next to the bed. "Yeah? When's
that?"  He looked around the clutter on the nightstand, trying to find the
hotel notepad in case he had to write down some dates.

    "Well, we have a couple of choices," Eloy said with a chuckle. "Week
after next, but it's not a weekend, it's in the middle of the week.  Or two
weeks after, where there's a long weekend."

    "Which would you prefer?" Stephen asked. He felt a thrill of
anticipation at the thought that they would finally be able to get together
again.

    "Both?" Eloy said hopefully. He was only half joking.  At this point,
he wanted to be able to spend as much time as they could together.  He was
still trying to figure out how the hell they were going to accomplish it,
though.  But his mother was always fond of the saying "where's the will,
there's a way."  Between the two of them, they certainly had the will.  The
way would come along by itself.

    "Wouldn't that be lovely?" Stephen sighed.  "I could only wish.  Let me
get the dates and I can see when the rest of the lads want to make some
plans.  I have a feeling that they might want more time off.  So maybe it
might not be so impossible.  I know Mikey is pushing for a longer break of
maybe a few weeks or so.  It all depends on Louis, of course."

     "Ja, of course.  Well, at least things are moving along now." Eloy
said.

     "True enough. But as I was saying to my sister, the more I think about
the time wasted, the more ticked off I get." Stephen said.

     "But you know," Eloy said thoughtfully. "What's done is done. The key
to all of this is that we can't dwell in what might have been.  Let's focus
on what we can do, rather than what we couldn't do.  Alright?"

     "Yeah, I guess you have a point," Stephen said reluctantly.  "I have
to work on that.  I've been told before that I worry too much about that
kind of thing."

     "Definitely something that you have to push away.  Who needs that kind
of negative energy?" Eloy said practically.  He reached for his glass of
wine and took a sip.  "Now that we got that out of the way, how about we
get down to some serious talking about some loving phone sex?"  A low
chuckle met his comment.

     "You never learn, do you?" Stephen asked with a laugh. He loved the
way Eloy teased him like this.  It always brought a smile to his face.

     "Not at all." Eloy confirmed with a grin.  "Besides, one of these
nights, if I keep on trying, maybe I'll get lucky."  He laid back against
the pillows and propped himself up.

     "Keep on trying, love.  Maybe I'll surprise you one of these days,"
Stephen said with a mischievous note in his voice.

     Eloy's eyebrows raised up to the ceiling in surprise.  "Oh? So I just
need to be persistent, is that it?" He finished off his wine and placed the
glass down on the table next to him.  He wasn't sure if Stephen was going
along with him this time or not. Personally, he could see it as a good way
to relieve a lot of stress, though Stephen didn't seem to see it that way.
"What are you wearing right now?"

     Stephen chuckled.  He knew better than to encourage Eloy, but he also
knew that he wasn't too sober at the moment.  Though a lot better than he
had when he had stumbled into the room.  "Hmmmm, let's see.  Undershirt,
jeans.  Boots.  Oh, and me hat."

     Eloy closed his eyes so he could get a mental image of how Stephen
looked.  "You on the bed right now?"

     "More or less," Stephen confirmed.  He was being deliberately evasive.

     "Ah. More or less?  Do me a favor, zusje?" Eloy said as he kicked off
his own shoes and stretched his legs out on the bed.  "Take the hat off."

    Stephen laughed.  "Why?"

    "So I can picture myself running my fingers through your hair," he said
softly.  The wine was beginning to lull him, and he stared out the window
with half-closed eyes, trying to picture what he was saying. "And take
those damn boots off before you make a mess of the bed."  Stephen continued
to laugh, but complied with Eloy's wishes.  When he was in his socks and
the hat had been carefully placed on top of the lamp, he told Eloy that he
was ready.

    "What are you going to do, ravage me?" he asked recklessly.

    "Oh, most definitely!" Eloy growled, which caused Stephen to laugh all
the more.  It wasn't exactly the response he was looking for. He smiled
wryly to himself.  Obviously Stephen was in a bit of a giggly mood.  "Shut
off the light and lie back, please."

    Stephen was feeling very accommodating, so he agreeably turned off the
light and lay back on the duvet.  "All set. Now what?"

    "Now listen to me," Eloy said, his voice dropping lower.  "I'm going to
kiss you, zusje. Are you ready?"

    Stephen was slowly drifting in a haze between the continued affects of
the alcohol and Eloy's mesmerizing voice.  "Mmm hmmm."

    "Goed. Because I can feel your lips against mine, liefste. Mmm, you
taste so goed." Eloy rolled over to his side as he imagined Stephen lying
next to him. A sigh was his only answer from the other end.  "I'm now going
to put my hand under you shirt. I'm pushing it up. Oh, you feel so warm,
baby."

    Stephen thought he could feel a feather light touch over his abdomen as
Eloy spoke and he shivered in reaction.  "Uh, Eloy..."

    "Hush, honing." Eloy whispered. "Ah, this feels good. So right."

    "I can't..." Stephen said softly. He stirred restlessly in the bed, but
couldn't get himself to force Eloy to stop what he was doing.  He really
thought he felt Eloy's fingers stroking his stomach.

    "You know what I want to do now?" Eloy continued, brushing Stephen's
faint protest away. "I think I'm going to lick my way up.  How does that
sound?"

     "Oh..." Was the only reply he got from Stephen.  He closed his eyes so
he could picture what he was talking about more clearly. "I'm starting at
your belly.  Mmmm, moving up. Oh, you taste good, baby. I'm circling around
your nipple. Just a taste. Just a lick. Oooh, darling. You're reacting to
this, aren't you?" He could hear Stephen's breath shuddering in response.
"Ja, this is good, isn't it?"

     "Shite, yeah." Stephen panted.  He couldn't believe they were actually
doing this.  On one hand he felt rather wicked for allowing Eloy to excite
him this way.  But on the other hand, he just wanted to let it go on.  It
felt so damn real to him, despite the fact that Eloy was at the other end
of the phone.

     "Shall I continue, kindje?" Eloy asked softly.  He had his hand on his
crotch and was rubbing himself. His own nipples were rubbing against his
shirt and he ran his hand up his chest to tease himself. "I really want to
go on."

     "Do it," Stephen said in a low voice. "Go on."

     "But I'll need your help for this part. Would you like to help me,
baby?" Eloy asked.  When Stephen murmured his assent, he continued. "Put
you hand on your stomach, honing. Think to yourself that it's my hand
touching you now.  Can you do that?"

     Stephen felt entranced by Eloy's voice and complied. "Yeah." He placed
his hand on his stomach and started touching himself when Eloy asked him
to.  Eloy kept on his soft talk, describing what he wanted to do and asking
Stephen to follow with his hand.  He had Stephen trace back up to his chest
and touch his nipples.  Stephen gasped softly. He then had him drop back
and trace the waistband of his jeans.

     "Unbutton them, baby," Eloy whispered. "Feel me pull the zipper down.
Are you doing it, baby?"  He had already pulled his own jeans down and was
stroking himself as he talked to Stephen.

     Stephen hesitated for a moment, but he felt himself straining against
his jeans and the need to free himself was greater than his own reticence.
He slowly reached down and pulled at the top.  The zipper caught as he
tugged it slowly down.  Soon he was lying on the bed, legs spread and his
fingers still clutching the end of the zipper.  "Yeah."

     "You got any briefs on?" Eloy asked.

     "No," came the whispered response.

     "Ah, so I see.  I'm reaching in and touching you now.  Oh, you're so
hot. So hard. It feels so good as a wrap myself around you and pull you
out. Doesn't that feel goed?"

     Stephen matched Eloy's words with actions. He gasped as he circled his
penis. "Yeah, it feels great, baby."

     "Goed. I'm going to keep on doing it then," Eloy said in a gravelly
voice.  He kept on whispering encouragement to Stephen, talking him through
pulling his jeans off and touching himself. Stephen was panting, lost in a
world that consisted of Eloy's voice on the other than of the receiver.  It
wasn't long before Stephen came, rather messily.

      Eloy cocked his head to one side, propping the phone up against the
pillow as he stroked harder.  The sound of Stephen gasping on the other end
of the phone was satisfying to hear.  Unfortunately, he was still a bit far
from completion himself.  But his main objective, which was to get Stephen
to go along with this, was finally accomplished. He figured that one step
at a time, he would make Stephen more comfortable with himself.  After a
while, Stephen's breathing slowed down.

     "How was that?" He asked.

     "Jaysus!" Came the soft reply.  "I can't believe I just did that."

     "Ja, I know.  But how was it?" Eloy asked again with a suppressed
laugh.

     Stephen thought about it for a moment, weighing his thoughts. He was a
bit embarrassed, but the more he thought about it, it was just the two of
them. And it had been awfully satisfying.  More so than he had originally
thought. "Well, can't compare to having you here with me, but... it wasn't
bad."

     "Good.  I'll keep on corrupting you, then." Eloy laughed.

     "Oh shite!" Stephen exclaimed a moment later.  Eloy was a bit
concerned at the tone of his voice.

     "What?  What is it?" He asked.

     "Did I call you on that line that charges by the minute?" Stephen
asked.  Eloy paused for moment before collapsing into laughter.  Stephen
giggled along with him.

     "Oh honing, you're priceless!" Eloy crowed.  "Absolutely the best!"

     "Thank you," Stephen said with a laugh.  "I just want to make sure I
keep you on your toes."

     "Well, you certainly managed to do that, liefste. Damn, I can't wait
for you to get here." Eloy said longingly.

     "With luck, it won't be much longer," Stephen said, happy to be able
to know that things were moving along at last.  "And speaking of which, I
should really let you get some rest.  It's getting late."

     "Ja, just a bit," Eloy admitted.  "But well worth the effort of
staying up late to chat, eh?"  Stephen's chuckle was rich with meaning in
response to his comment.

     "Well, I don't think I'd be much good on the return side, I'm sorry to
say." Stephen said. "And I don't want to think of you bring frustrated."

     "Don't you worry about me.  I'll be fine," Eloy assured him. "It was
important to me that you enjoyed yourself. You did, didn't you?"

     "Yeah, you were fantastic, honey." Stephen said warmly. "Thanks for
corrupting me."

     "Any time," Eloy responded.  "Always happy to contribute to the
education of youngsters."

     Stephen paused for a minute before responding. "Youngster?  Who are
you calling a youngster?" He growled menacingly, which caused Eloy to break
into laughter again.

     "Well, you're younger than me!" Eloy said. "That makes you a
youngster. You got a problem with that, come on over and do something about
it."

     "I think I might just do that," Stephen promised.  They laughed over
that. As they slowly wound down, Stephen promised to call him once he found
out about the two dates.  But he had his hopes pinned on the first date. He
didn't think he could wait any longer than he had to. They bid each other
good night and rung off.

      Stephen lay back on the bed, exhausted.  It had been one hell of a
night, and a totally unexpected one.  He still couldn't believe that he had
allowed himself to do what he had done.  After a few moments of musing to
himself, he finally dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom to
wash up.  He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a bit, thinking on
what he had done.  Finally, with a sigh he turned off the light and
returned to his bed.  He lay back down and closed his eyes, thinking of the
next few weeks into the future, and a time when he'd be seeing Eloy again.
A smile curved across his lips as he drifted off to sleep.