Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 20:50:50 -0500
From: musicfan <musicfan@subdimension.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go #5

Disclaimer:

The following story is the fifth 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.  That being said, please read on...


     Stephen listened to Eloy's quiet breathing as he lay, content for
the moment.  It had been an incredible afternoon so far.  When he woke
this morning, he never would have thought that they'd end up making love.
 He smiled as he lazily drew circles on Eloy's chest.  He felt Eloy's
hand stroking his back and knew he was awake.

      "Why, hello there," he said softly, looking up into Eloy's brown
eyes.  "Didn't mean to wake you."

       "You didn't," Eloy said and he stretched, then wrapped his legs
around Stephen.  "Just felt like cuddling."  He reached up to run his
fingers through Stephen's hair, finally coming to rest on the back of
Stephen's neck where his fingers stroked the short ends enticingly.
Stephen shivered in response and growled suggestively, making Eloy
chuckle.

       "Cuddling works.  I like this," Stephen said with a contented sigh
and rested his chin against Eloy's shoulder.  "E?" Stephen asked softly.

        "Ja?" Eloy rubbed his cheek against Stephen's head, his fingers
still stroking his neck.  He let his thoughts wander and drift about, not
really focusing on any one thing.

         "Any regrets?" Stephen asked, half afraid of what the response
might be.

         "What?  No! Never, Steve!" Eloy exclaimed and pulled Stephen on
top of him.  "Look at me," he urged putting both hands on either side of
Stephen's face and staring into those incredible blue eyes.  "What
happened today was incredible.  It was a sharing of something neither of
us were expecting, but I'm so glad we did.  Where this will go, I have no
idea.  I will admit that I'm a bit mixed up right now.  But I will never,
EVER regret what happened.   Please tell me you're not having second
thoughts about this." Eloy stared worriedly into Stephen's eyes.

         Stephen stared down at Eloy for a moment before giving him a
kiss.  "No, I'm not.  Not at all.  Don't regret one moment.  And Eloy,
you're my friend.  No strings attached on this.  We're just two people
enjoying some time with each other.  It doesn't have to be any more than
that."  Stephen felt instinctively that the last thing he should do is
pressure Eloy into something more right now.  This afternoon had thrown
them a curve that they hadn't been expecting.  And emotionally, things
were still too raw for Eloy to just jump into a new relationship.
Stephen was content to wait and see where things would go.   As he pulled
back from another kiss, he saw that some shadow that had been lingering
in Eloy's eyes had left, and it made him happy to see the sign of worry
go away.

        Eloy gave him a tight hug and held him close for a moment before
whispering in his ear. "Feel like enjoying some more time together?"
Stephen shivered as Eloy's breath tickled the hair on his neck.  He
closed his eyes and breathed deeply, taking in Eloy's musky scent.

        "Yeah, I do," he whispered back, and licked Eloy's ear.  "Except
for one thing....."

        Eloy let him go and pulled back.  "What's the one thing?"  He
looked puzzled, trying to figure out where Stephen was going with this.

         "I gotta go to the loo," Stephen said apologetically.  Eloy
dropped his head back on the bed and roared with laughter.

         "Go!  Get on with you then!  The last thing I want is that kind
of a mess on the bed!"  Stephen pouted and mock punched Eloy as he
laughed and got up.

         "Well, I had to say something!  As much as I love this, I do
need to go. But don't go away, all right?" Stephen scooted off into the
bathroom for a bit.   While he waited, Eloy crossed his arms underneath
his head and listened to Stephen puttering around in the bathroom.  He
had a lot to think about, but he wasn't going to do any of it now.
Tomorrow would come soon enough, and then they could talk things out.
But for tonight, he'd rather they not talk about it at all.  Perhaps it
was a bit selfish, but there was a yearning inside him that told him to
just do it, enjoy it and think about it all later.  For once, he was
following that feeling.

       Stephen stepped out of the bathroom and padded over to the bed.
Eloy watched him walk with that bouncing step of his, like he was walking
on the balls of his feet.  Tracing his eyes over Stephen's body he felt
himself getting aroused.  There was something there all right.  He opened
his arms in invitation.  Stephen crawled back onto the bed and pulled the
comforter up around them.

       "Getting hungry," he asked as he looked at the clock on the
nightstand.

       "Mmmmmm," Stephen replied.  "I'm getting there, but not motivated
enough to get out and get something.  Can we be decadent and bring
something in?"  He gave Eloy a pleading look.  Eloy's heart melted at
that point and knew that they had just passed a threshold that neither
one had been aware existed.

      "Oh by all means, lets be decadent," he said softly, rubbing his
thumb against Stephen's lips.  "What do you have in mind?"

       "I don't know," Stephen replied.  "Anything, actually.  I'm not
picky."

       "Anything?"  Eloy's face lit up with a wicked grin.  "I get to
pick?"

       "Sure, why not? I can't read the menu, anyhow!" Stephen laughed.
"Just nothing so exotic that I have to stare back at it is all I ask!"

       "Awww, and some of those can be so fun to play with," Eloy teased.
 "Ah, I'll take care of it.  Not to worry."   He snaked his arm around
Stephen and pulled the phone off the night table and onto Stephen's
chest.  He then dialed the room service number and waited for someone to
pick up.

        "Bonsoir," he said into the phone as someone picked up the other
end.   Stephen closed his eyes, listening to the melodic sound of Eloy
speaking French.  It made him shiver, just to hear it.  "Je voudrais ą
sommer dīner, si'l tout plais."  Eloy put in a request for whatever he
had in mind to order and hung up the phone.  "There," he said, wrapping
his free arm around Stephen over the comforter.  "That shouldn't take too
long."

         "Shouldn't we get ourselves decent, then?" Stephen asked,
worried at what they were going to do when room service knocked on the
door. Eloy didn't seem to be motivated at all in terms of getting up or
dressed.

         "No, its okay.  I'll deal with it," Eloy said, keeping his arm
tight enough around Stephen to prevent the younger man from getting up.
Stephen gave him a questioning look, but didn't ask anymore.  A short
time later when there came a knock on the door, Eloy tucked Stephen in
and grabbed one of the towels to wrap around his waist.  He then went to
the door and talked with the waiter in the doorway.  After a few minutes
he brought a tray in.  Dragging the coffee table closer to the bed, he
set the tray down.

        Stephen could see a couple of bottles of wine and some baskets
and dishes that were covered.  "So, what do we have here?"

        "Patience, m'boy," Eloy said with a chuckle.  "Just sit tight for
a moment."  He moved things around on the tray, and Stephen lay back down
again.  He could smell something delicious and his mouth watered.  "Okay,
close your eyes."

         "Why do I have to close my eyes?" Stephen protested, not sure
what was going on.

         "Hush, and do what I say," Eloy said.  With a sigh, Stephen
obeyed him and waited.  He could hear Eloy opening the bottle of wine and
pouring out some in glasses.  There was something rather intriguing about
listening to these sounds with his eyes closed.  He became hyperaware of
every small movement to the side of the bed as he tried to identify what
was going on.   The bed sagged as Eloy sat down on the edge.   "Keep them
shut!"

          "They are! What now?"  Stephen asked, curious as to what Eloy
had planned.  A moment later he found out, when a finger traced his lips
and he felt a bit of wine dribble in between his lips.  Smiling, he
obligingly sucked on the fingers, licking the wine off of each one.  That
was followed by a piece of cheese, which he delicately nibbled off the
fingers, kissing each tip as he went.  A piece of fruit was traced down
his nose to his mouth and he grinned before accepting the next morsel.
Slowly, Eloy fed him bits and pieces from the baskets on the tray, giving
him an array of tasty treats.  He reached up and gently began stroking
the back of Eloy's arm as he leaned over Stephen with the bits of food.
 "Hey?" He asked softly when there was a pause as Eloy reached for
something on the other end of the tray.  "Can I play?"

         A low throaty chuckle came as a response.  He took that for a
yes and opened his eyes, looking up.  Eloy was leaning on one arm that
was on the other side of Stephen smiling down.  Stephen reached up and
stroked one cheek, then ran his fingers down the front of Eloy's chest
before walking them across his thigh over to the tray near the bed.
Grabbing the first thing that came to hand, he dragged the piece of
strawberry back along Eloy's body.  Sitting up, he pushed Eloy back
slightly and leaned down to lick the trail he had left behind.  Eloy
watched in bemusement as Stephen caught swiftly onto the idea and they
took turns feeding each other from the tray.  Stephen started painting
the wine on Eloy and licking it off, grinning as he went.

         Eventually there was only one dish that was left covered.
Stephen cocked his head at Eloy, curious.  The older man had deliberately
pushed that dish off to one side, and Stephen had followed his lead,
content to play.   Eloy smiled, his eyes half-closed.  By this point,
they were sprawled together on the bed where they had been enticing each
other with the food and drink.  Stephen made an inquiring noise as Eloy
reached for the dish and pulled it to the front of the tray.   With a
flourish, he lifted the cover.

        Stephen stared in astonishment.  "Good God, you're not serious,
are you?" He asked.

        "And why wouldn't I be?" Eloy asked, trying not to laugh at
Stephen's reaction.

        "How hot is that?" Stephen asked in morbid curiosity.

         "Well, hot enough.  Why, what are you thinking, Stephen?" Eloy
asked innocently as he reached past the fondue pot to pull up another
dish of strawberries from the floor.  "We have all the fixings for
dessert right here."   He started laughing as Stephen spluttered.  He had
deliberately left this for last, hoping for just this reaction.   It
released some of the tension they were feeling and they settled into a
companionable silence as they dipped the strawberries into the chocolate
and ate them.