Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 13:20:46 +0000
From: Music Fan <musicfan@burntmail.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go 65

Disclaimer:

   First of all, let me apologise for the delay in presenting this next
chapter.  Life and the written word have a way of going their separate ways
at times, as well as the occasional computer virus, which wiped out my
original chapter.  I hope that this re-write will suffice instead.

   Though recent real life events have occurred that has made me wonder if
anyone is still interested in this story, I've had enough requests that I
will continue this story as I originally intended, as there's still more to
tell. Please let me know what you think, as I value every reader's opinion.

    Chapter 65 is the next chapter in an ongoing story about Stephen Gately
from Boyzone and Eloy de Jong, formerly of Caught in the Act.  I have no
contact, with either gentleman or group, so these chapters exist within the
imagination of the author's mind, combined with public events that happened
during the time.

   Cheers,

   Musicfan


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     They both wryly admitted that while their spirits were willing, their
flesh wasn't able to keep up with their desire.  They had to content
themselves with kisses and touches, as their weary bodies weren't up to
much more.  Neither seemed too bothered by it, knowing that they had the
whole weekend together.

     "Mmm, nice." Stephen murmured as he responded to Eloy's touch. They
had wiled away the evening in a much quieter fashion than they had started
their day.

      "Danke, honing," Eloy whispered into his lover's ear.  They listened
to the sounds of the hotel patrons waking up around them.  Neither had been
able to sleep, and had been happy to lay in one another's arms.  Though
Stephen's eyes were feeling gritty, he hadn't wanted to sleep at all.

      "You know what this reminds me of?" He murmured, watching the
daylight creeping around the edge of the drapes, brightening the room
around them.  He felt Eloy's cheek brush against the top of his head in a
mute response to his question.  "In a way, it reminds me of being together
in Amsterdam and watching the sun rise."

       Eloy closed his eyes in response to the wistful tone in Stephen's
voice.  The time of which Stephen spoke felt like ages ago, and his heart
tugged as he thought of how much time had passed since then.  Sometimes he
felt like so much time was wasted as the time in between they were
together.  He squeezed Stephen lightly in response to the comment.

      "There'll be other times, zusje," he promised.  The more time they
spent together, the more determined he was that they not be separated again
in the future.  He knew that the road Stephen suggested was not going to be
an easy one, but he felt that they had more than deserved the right to be
together.  He lightly dismissed the consequences, knowing it wouldn't do
any good to worry about them now. "I can see a time where we'll be doing
this every morning.  Well, at least those mornings where we don't sleep
in!"

     Stephen chuckled at his comment, amused by Eloy's qualification. There
was no question that they weren't ready to commit to one another, and he
knew that in time Eloy's comment would be true.  He longed for the day
where they could just spend time together without having to make plans to
do so.

     "Having a lie in occasionally is a good idea," he admitted.  Even as
the sun was rising, he was growing sleepier.  He rubbed his cheek against
Eloy's chest, content.  "We did put out a do not disturb sign, did we not?"

     "Ja, when you put the dishes out." Eloy murmured.  He was feeling
rather cozy and didn't want to move, even if it were to make sure that a
maid didn't walk in on them.  He glanced at the door and saw that the chain
was on, so he wasn't too worried about anyone seeing them.  He knew the
moment when Stephen finally drifted into sleep by the way his breathing
deepened.  He enjoyed lying quietly and stroking Stephen's back.  The
feeling of his fingers against Stephen's skin was soothing as he traced a
path along the other man's spine.

      Though just as tired, especially after the long day he had, he wasn't
ready for sleep just yet.  He listened to the sounds of people moving about
and smiled to himself.  A lot had happened since that first time they met,
and the last year in particular has been pretty tumultuous. When he looked
back to the ending of his relationship with Carlo, it seemed that it had
been a natural thing to fall in love with Stephen.  Since the first time
they had met, they had just clicked together.  He couldn't envision a time
when they wouldn't be together and he was surprised by that thought.  He
never thought himself the type to have a permanent, life long relationship,
yet his last one had been almost five years.  He asked himself whether he
could see himself still with Stephen five years down the road and he smiled
to himself when he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought.  He moved his
cheek against the top of Stephen's head, breathing in the younger man's
unique scent, and he tried to imagine them ten, or even twenty years later,
still together.  The thought warmed him, and he closed his eyes, finally
ready to sleep at last. . . .

    It was mid afternoon before either of them stirred.  Stephen
reluctantly crawled out of Eloy's arms to use the toilet and he fumbled
around the dim room trying to make as little noise as possible.  When he
returned, he was amused to see that he was only marginally successful.
Though still fast asleep, Eloy's hand was hunting across the mattress
looking for him.  He eased onto the edge of the bed and lifted Eloy's hand
so that he could crawl back under.  Eloy immediately held onto him and he
had to stifle a chuckle at the sigh that the other man emitted.  A glance
at the clock told him how late in the day it was, and he rolled over to
wake Eloy.  He began with feather kisses around Eloy's lips and heard a
murmur in response.  After brushing his lips against Eloy's, he pulled back
to see if it garnered any reaction from his slumbering lover.  Eloy's lips
curved into a smile and Stephen grinned at the expression on his face.

     He traced his fingers lightly over Eloy's chest, amusing himself by
watching Eloy's reaction.  A glance upwards let him know that Eloy was
finally awake when he saw the other man watching him with half opened eyes.

     "Why hello there," he said softly as he made his way back up Eloy's
chest to give him a kiss.

      "Mmmmm," was the only response he received.  He chuckled softly and
enjoyed the feeling of Eloy's arms moving to wrap themselves around him in
a hug.  They kissed and Eloy allowed Stephen to pull back slightly.
"Morning."

      "Try adding a few hours to that estimate," Stephen said lightly.
"We've missed morning by quite a few hours."

       "Ja?" Eloy asked lazily as he stretched against Stephen's body.
"Considering the sun was up when we finally went to sleep, I still consider
anytime I wake up morning."  Stephen laughed and he gave the younger man a
reproving glance.  "Are you telling me I should think differently?"

     "Oh, never that, darling," Stephen said with a grin.  He enjoyed it
when they teased one another like this.  "So morning it is!"

      "Goed," Eloy declared, pulling Stephen back into his arms.  "Let's go
back to sleep then so we can have another morning again." He ignored
Stephen's chuckle as he burrowed down against Stephen's neck.

     "I'm hungry," Stephen declared pitifully.

     Eloy wasn't falling for the sad tone in his voice. "You're always
hungry," came his muffled reply.  Stephen whimpered.  "Shush, and go back
to sleep."

     "I don't want to," Stephen replied, sounding petulant.  When that
didn't garner any response, he started nibbling on Eloy's shoulder.
"Hmmmm, this part is tasty! I'll just eat you."

      "If you're going to start biting me, I have other parts that would
rather have that attention," Eloy said, finally raising his face to look up
at his troublesome lover.  Stephen laughed, delighted with his quip.

      "Is that a fact," he enquired.  "Tell me which parts, because I'm
awfully hungry!"  Eloy grinned and slipped his arms around his lover.  He
pulled Stephen even closer, entwining Stephen's legs with his own.

      "I think you'll just have to explore and find out which ones," he
replied.  They kissed, each enjoying their teasing.  Eloy successfully
distracted Stephen from thoughts of food for several minutes until a
grumbling interrupted them.

      Stephen laughed at the expression on Eloy's face.  "See, I told you I
was hungry.  But you didn't believe me."

      "Oh, I did," Eloy replied.  "That's why I offered those other parts
for you to gnaw on."  Stephen laughed at him.

      "You do that, mister, and you might not have anything left over!" He
chuckled again.  "All right, so let's get food.  Shall we sneak out and see
what we can find?"

      "Ja, we could do that.  Or we could have some more of that Indian
food we had last time, and have it delivered," Eloy replied.  He was loath
to go outside and skulk around where they might be recognised.  Stephen
appeared interested in that suggestion and he knew that Stephen hadn't
really wanted to leave the safety of their room.

      "Yeah, let's do that.  I can ring it in and then we can go get a
shower."  Stephen reluctantly pulled out of Eloy's embrace and padded over
to the desk in the corner of the room.  Looking through the phone
directory, he found the number and started to dial.  "Anything in
particular, or just what we had the last time?"

      "What we had before was fine," Eloy said.  Stephen nodded and gave
their order to the restaurant.  When he rang off, he made his way to the
bathroom, Eloy trailing behind him.  They didn't linger too long, knowing
that the restaurant would be delivering the food soon.  They got dressed
and set down to watch the television for a while in companionable silence.
Stephen leaned against Eloy's shoulder as they watched, enjoying the feel
of Eloy's arm around his shoulder as they waited for their food to arrive.
He wasn't really paying attention to what was on the television as he was
thinking too much about everything else.

     A knock on the door announced the arrival of their take away delivery
and Eloy went into the bathroom while Stephen dealt with the delivery
boy. By the time he came out, Stephen had the sack mostly unpacked.

     "Smells goed," he commented as he wrapped his arms around Stephen's
waist and rested his chin on the other man's shoulder.  Stephen laughed at
he glanced at Eloy and saw his nose twitching.

     "You look like a rabbit!" He said with a chuckle, reaching up to tweak
Eloy's nose.  "You know, if you helped, you'd be able to eat that much
faster."

     "What would you like me to help with?" Eloy breathed into his ear,
nibbling on part of Stephen's lobe.  Stephen shuddered in reaction,
unprepared for Eloy's amorous assault.

      "Mmmm, that's good, but won't go far in terms of filling your belly.
How about you go to the icebox and get us something to drink?"  Stephen's
hands slowed in the unwrapping of their food as Eloy further distracted
him.

      "All the way over there?" Eloy enquired, rubbing his cheek against
Stephen's in the direction of the icebox.  Stephen nodded, trying to resist
Eloy's attempts at seduction.  If he gave in, they'd end up back in bed
with cold Indian food afterwards.

      "Yes, all the way over there," Stephen repeated, a note of
exasperation in his voice as he stopped Eloy's hand from slipping into his
waistband.  "Go!  You brat!"

      Eloy let out a pathetic whimper as Stephen slapped his wandering hand
and he finally moved off in the direction of the icebox.  He grinned to
himself as he heard Stephen chuckle behind him.  After a quick glance
inside, he grabbed a couple of sodas and brought them back to the table.
Stephen already had everything else ready, so they sat down to eat.

      "I love this stuff," Stephen said as he put the food on his plate.
Eloy agreed and dug into his portion with great enthusiasm.  They talked
about what to do the rest of the day and agreed it would be nice to just
sit and watch some television.  Though neither mentioned it, Michelle's
impending arrival made them both nervous.  For Stephen, he wasn't sure what
to expect the next day when she arrived.  She was so unpredictable that she
could do anything.

      For Eloy, his thoughts were on Stephen's sister as well.  Though they
had gotten on famously over the phone, there was still the chance that once
they met face to face that something would go wrong.  He also knew his
lover well enough to know how much Stephen relied on his older sister, and
how much her opinion counted.  After a while, however, he shrugged
philosophically to himself, because there was nothing he was going to be
able to do about it, and it didn't makes sense to worry over what might or
might not happen.

      They had just enough food for the two of them so they didn't have
much to clean up once they were finished.  Stephen led Eloy back over to
the sofa where they sat and watched television.  For most of the evening,
they just talked, going over all the possible scenarios of Eloy going on
the Boyzone tour, and how careful they would have to be.  The more they
discussed it, the more Stephen wanted to make it happen.  He wanted what
his friends had, which were to have their partners on tour with group.  He
wanted to have someone to hold him at the end of the night when he was dead
tired from a long performance and needed to be held.  He wanted to be able
to look out into the audience and see a beloved face watching him perform.
He wanted all those things and knew that whatever Michelle suggested, he'd
be going back to Mark and asking him to find a way to make it work.

      "I'm just so sick and tired of having to hide," he moaned to Eloy at
one point.  "Here we are, holed up in a hotel room when we could have gone
out to dinner and enjoyed ourselves, rather than eating off paper plates
here.  Why shouldn't we have what everyone else has?"

      Eloy nodded sympathetically.  He knew exactly what Stephen was
talking about.  In fact, even in his own home country where different
relationships were more tolerated, he had had to hide his relationship with
Carlo, sneaking over to one another's house when the fans weren't looking,
maintaining another residence because it wouldn't have looked good to move
in together with his ex.  At the time it was a decision he had to make for
the good of his group and his record company, telling himself that as long
as they were together, it didn't matter what hoops he had to jump through.

      But with Stephen it felt different.  For one thing, he was tired of
having to do that sort of skulking about just to meet up with his lover.
For another, he thought to himself that it shouldn't really matter who saw
them together and they should just live their lives the way they wanted and
to hell with the consequences.  Privately, he acknowledged to himself that
he now had far less to lose than Stephen did, and perhaps that was what
made the difference in his change in attitude.  But in another way, he
wanted to be on tour with Stephen in any way he could, because to be
separated for months at a time again wasn't something he thought he could
tolerate again.

      Eventually, they had talked themselves out and they just sat together
on the sofa watching whatever was on.  When Eloy felt Stephen stifle a yawn
against his shoulder he turned the television off and suggested that it was
time for bed.  Both were strangely reluctant to Do so, as that would bring
the coming day, and Michelle's arrival, that much closer.  It also meant
that half the time they had together had already been spent, and to Eloy,
it was moving way too fast.  He desperately wanted to be able to slow it
down and hold onto these few days together.  Especially if it ended up that
they weren't able to work out the possibility of the tour.  The idea of
months where Stephen would be on tour without him was unbearable, and he
locked onto the negative possibility rather than the positive as they got
ready for bed.

      Stephen felt that there was some change in Eloy as they got ready for
bed, and he worried about what he might have said to cause it.  The growing
silence became increasingly awkward until he finally paced out of the
bathroom to ask Eloy what he had done.

      "Alright, what did I do?" He asked nervously, unable to bear the
silence anymore.

      "Wot?" Eloy asked distractedly from where he had just been
straightening up the table where they had eaten earlier.

      "What'd I do?" Stephen repeated, shifting from one foot to another.
"Something's wrong, and I don't know what I did."

      Eloy looked at him blankly for a minute until it dawned on him that
Stephen had misinterpreted his introspection.  "Ah, no, zusje, nothing
you've done," he assured his insecure lover, moving quickly to wrap his
arms around the smaller man.  Stephen still watched him anxiously, looking
for an explanation.  "It's just that... already two days have passed, and
with your sister arriving tomorrow, the weekend will go that much
faster. And if for some reason, we can't work out the tour, then you'll be
gone for months without me being able to see you..." his voice caught in
his throat as he articulated that fear.  Stephen felt his heart melting in
response to Eloy's thoughts and he reached up gently to cradle Eloy's face
with his hands.

      "Oh, baby, don't think that.  We'll find a way.  We always find a
way, don't we?"  He drew Eloy's face down for a kiss as he felt the other
man's arms wrap around him like a lifeline.  "You know that if we spent all
our time worrying about the future, we'd never get to enjoy today now,
would we?"  He stared up into Eloy's eyes, momentarily lost in their depths
before he continued.  "And even if for some reason Mark changed his mind
and wouldn't help us, we'd find a way.  After all, there are plenty of
hotels, and plenty of rooms.  There's nothing to stop you from booking a
room at the same hotel that the group is touring in.  Lord knows fans do it
all the time, so why should you be any different?"  Eloy chuckled ruefully
at Stephen's comment.

      "I'm being silly, I know," he said softly, his arms still wrapped
around Stephen. "But I get to thinking about it and...."

       "Well, stop thinking then!" Stephen laughed, giving him a buss on
the nose.  "Shite, I thought I had done something wrong and I didn't know
what!"  Eloy laughed at the look of exasperation on Stephen's face.

        "Sorry, honing," he apologized contritely.  Stephen gave him a
little squeeze in acknowledgement before letting him go.

       "That's better.  Now go get ready for bed," he commanded, swatting
Eloy on the butt and pushing him in the direction of the bathroom.  "If you
hurry, I predict that you'll find something to distract you when you come
back."

      Eloy moved slowly in the direction of the bathroom to wash up,
intrigued by Stephen's comment.  "Oh, and what's that?"

      Stephen waited until he passed beyond the doorframe before telling
him the answer.  "Oh, well, you'll just have to hurry up and find out,
won't you," he teased, listening to Eloy turn on the water.  "But how does
a naked man in your bed sound?"

      Eloy popped his head out of the door, grinning around the toothbrush
in his mouth.  Stephen laughed at the look of expectation on his face.  "Go
on, you keep on taking your time and the naked man might wander off because
he got lonely."  He chuckled to see Eloy quickly move back to finish up in
the bathroom.  He puttered around, straightening the bedclothes before
turning off all the lights but the lamp nearest the bed and shucking his
clothes off in preparation for bed.  The sound of the toilet flushing
indicated that Eloy was almost done, so he slipped into bed and lay back in
what he hoped was an enticing pose.  He grinned to himself, feeling silly;
amazed that Eloy could bring out such a feeling of anticipation, even after
spending several days together.  Stephen told himself that the man had only
gone to the bathroom for a few minutes, but he eagerly awaited Eloy's
return to the bed for the night.

      It was worth the wait to see Eloy's expression as he left the
bathroom and looked around the dim bedroom, finally catching site of
Stephen lying in bed.  He paused for a moment before shutting off the
bathroom light, padding his way towards the bed.  Stephen lay on the side
closest to the bathroom, and he stood at that side of the bed, his gaze
wandering over Stephen in admiration.  Stephen patted the mattress beside
him in invitation, amused at the way Eloy was taking his time.  Eloy slowly
moved to the other side of the bed, disrobing as he went.  He let each
article of clothing fall to the floor until he was only left with his
briefs.  Eloy posed for a moment, silhouetted by the lamplight behind him,
letting Stephen wait before he slowly slid his underwear down his long
legs, kicking them off to a corner of the room. He shut the light off as he
slid into the bed, laying close to Stephen, but not touching just yet.

      "Hey, handsome," Stephen's voice said softly. "Whatcha doing way over
there?"  Eloy walked his fingers across the bed, finally touching the warm
flesh of Stephen's thigh.  He worked his way up Stephen's chest to his chin
where he turned Stephen's face away and moved in to kiss him on the neck,
nibbling up to his ear.

      "What am I doing?"  He breathed into Stephen's ear, pausing to lick
the curves.  He felt Stephen shudder in response.  "Exploring the sexy
naked man I just found in my bed."

      "Oh?" Stephen asked, breathless from Eloy's assault. "And what do
your," he gasped as Eloy moved his hand back down to the region of his
groin, exploring his body, "...explorations tell you?"  He felt Eloy move
in the darkness and a moment later warm lips encircled his penis, sucking
lightly.  He felt himself harden in response and he reached down to run his
fingers through Eloy's hair.  He sighed when Eloy pulled back to respond.

      "I find that not only do I have a sexy naked man in my bed, but a
tasty one, as well." Eloy murmured before moving back down to incase
Stephen with his mouth. He made sure he was undemanding, not wanting to
push Stephen into completion so easily.  He moved off of Stephen's penis
and nibbled the skin around it, moving his way slowly up the other man's
ribcage until he found a nipple.  That he tongued, rolling the nub around
in his mouth, enjoying the sound of Stephen's sharp exhalation.  Stephen
tugged on his arm, urging him up for a kiss.  Finally, he acquiesced and
they enjoyed a long, slow kiss together as Eloy settled his weight on top
of Stephen.  Stephen let his hands wander across his lover's back, stroking
the skin enticingly.

       "Don't stop," Stephen begged softly, enjoying the feeling of their
bodies touching one another.  He could feel Eloy's erection pressing
against him and he moved so that they could stroke their penises together.
Eloy held himself up, angling his leg so they could enjoy the friction of
the skin rubbing against skin, amazed that the action caused him to leak in
response.

       "Ah," he gasped as he moved, feeling the wetness between them grow.
He shifted to his knees, straddling Stephen. He leaned down to kiss Stephen
and let the other man rub against his anus.  Eloy could feel himself
puckering in anticipation at the thought of making love to Stephen this
way. "Make love to me, honing," he breathed into Stephen's mouth with a
kiss.  "I want to feel you inside me."

       "Oh, baby," Stephen replied, stroking his fingers through Eloy's
hair.  He reached down to stroke Eloy's penis lightly before moving his
hands to Eloy's waist.  "I want to do that so much.  C'mon now, yeah.  Just
like that.  Almost, baby.  Ah...." He gasped as he felt himself slide
inside Eloy.

       Eloy moaned softly as felt Stephen entering him, filling him. It
felt so damned good to him that he pulled completely off of Stephen and
pushed back down again.  He liked the feel of Stephen entering him better
than the feeling of his length sliding inside.  He did it again, raising
his weight up and back down.  Stephen gasped each time he did it, and he
knew that Stephen was enjoying it as much as he was.  He paused to give his
lover another kiss before moving back down again.

       Stephen wanted their lovemaking to last, though Eloy was making it
hard by moving the way he did.  Each time he pushed past Eloy's barrier, he
felt tight muscles clench around him and it brought him closer to the edge
of ejaculation.  He stroked Eloy wherever he could reach him, one hand on
the slick penis that was steadily leaking fluid onto his stomach and
another on Eloy's neck, urging him to repeat their stroking again and
again.

       "I love you," he gasped, feeling Eloy suck his fingers into his
mouth as they inevitably increased the speed of their movements.  Eloy let
him go so he could reply, gasping out his love just as Stephen ejaculated
inside him.  Stephen's involuntary hard grasp on him pushed his over the
edge as well and he shuddered as he came as well.

        Stephen accommodated Eloy's weight gladly as the other man
collapsed on top of him, shaking in response.  He wrapped his arms around
Eloy, murmuring words of love in the other man's ear as he held him tight.
Finally, Eloy moved his weight off to the mattress and they cuddled
together, neither one wanting to break the moment by speaking.  Stephen
moved to rub his cheek against Eloy's and felt something wet brush against
his face.  It took him a moment to realize that Eloy was weeping.

      "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked in dismay, reaching up to cradle
Eloy's face.  "Why are you crying?"

      "Because I love you so much, kindje," Eloy said softly. "Nothing is
wrong. I'm just so happy."

       Stephen felt tears coming to his own eyes at Eloy's simple response,
moved by his words.  "Oh, baby, you make me so happy. I love you so much."
He moved to kiss Eloy's tears away, his own mingling with Eloy's as he did
so.  They clung to one another, at a loss for words as they soothed one
another with loving touches.

       Eloy eventually was tired enough that he drifted off to sleep,
Stephen's declaration that he would love him forever sending him into
dreamland.  As his breathing slowed down, Stephen lay with his head against
Eloy's shoulder, listening to his steady breathing.

      "I love you, baby," he repeated softly, even knowing that his lover
could no longer hear him.  "I'll love you forever."  A small sigh answered
him and he smiled, imagining that Eloy could still hear him.  He let the
cadence of Eloy's breathing lull him into sleep, to his own dreams of their
future together.