Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 03:32:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mizz Pembroke <mizzpembroke@yahoo.com>
Subject: Can't Lose What You Never Had 3

DISCLAIMER: All the same rules apply.  If you're too young, go away, if
you don't like reading male/male erotic stories, go away, blah, blah,
blah and so on!
	This story is my first attempt at slash and is a work of fiction
and in no way implies that the boys of Westlife or Boyzone are gay or
bisexual other than Steven Gaytley who is openly gay.
	Other possible groups and singers to be added into this story as
it progresses are: N'sync, BSB, Ricky Martin, Britney Spears, Christina
Aguilera, Jessica Simpson, Bree Sharp, Tara MacLean, Madonna, Cher,
Mariah Carey, and many more.
	If you like this story and want to see it continue please e-mail
me at Mizzpembroke@yahoo.com and let me know what you think.  Opinions
wanted and needed, all e-mails will be answered personally.  So let me
know.  Thank you and enjoy!

P.S. To all my readers that have wanted and waited for this story to
continue, I thank you for being patient.  I apologize for making you
wait so long and I hope the wait was worth it.  If I still have readers
out there please let me know.

Also check out my personal editor, Darren LeVanelle's slash stories
that he's written and put on his website along with mine.  This site is
updated almost daily and all new installments are up and available
before they are added to Nifty.  If you haven't read one of his stories
and aren't a fan of Darren's work you soon will be.  The site is at:
http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/DLeVanelle/index.html
Thanks Mizz Pembroke
(Mizz-as in bitch, not girl.  I am a gay male and my friend/roommate/
editor Darren LeVanelle so generously gave me the BITCH title of MIZZ
and I wear it with pride...and I wear it well!)

CAN'T LOSE WHAT YOU NEVER HAD
Chapter 3
By Mizz Pembroke
Edited by Darren LeVanelle

	Several hours later Nicky and Bryan sat in a private dinning room
at Red Lobster with Steven and his partner Liam.  The private room was
dark and set apart with a warm candle glow.  "Well dinner was wonderful
and all but...I thought you brought us here to discuss something?"
Steven moaned thoughtfully with a full belly.
	"Yes, yes we did.  Why don't we order some coffee and dessert
first?" Bryan said nervously his eyes going back and forth from Nicky
to Steven and Liam.
	"Fine, that sounds great!" Liam said trying to break the tension
that had permeated the evening all through dinner like a rotting piece
of fruit.  "Besides, I've been told they have a seven layer chocolate
cake that's heavenly sinful." He finished with an impish grin.
	After their waiter had taken their dessert orders and brought
them hot steaming cups of coffee, Steven decided that there had been
enough stalling.  "Ok, lets cut to the chase here gent's...you asked us
here I assume on advise about how to handle this new relationship.  Am
I correct?" One look at the expressions of relief on their faces
answered the question.
	"Well...we now the why and when you came out but..." Nicky
paused.
	Bryan finished for him. "...The how?"
	"It's different for everyone." Steven smiled with the memory of
his own coming out although it was a painful one and he didn't have
control over most of it.  Someone else decided to open Stevens closet
door, but Steven was the one to blow the door off the hinges.
	"Do your families know about you?" Liam asked in a fatherly tone.
	"Mine do!  Why?" Nicky asked.
	"Ok, what about yours Bryan?"
	"Well, until two days ago I didn't really know...well that's not
true, I knew there was something odd and different about me."  Nicky
looked at him with an understanding knowledge.  "No, my family does not
know," Bryan paused with a look of fright on his face, "and I'm not
sure they could handle it!"
	Before anyone had a chance to say anything else Steven's phone
rang.  He pulled it out and answered it.  After a few moments of
silence and wondering looks on everyone's face, Steven covered up the
phone with his hand and whispered to them that it was Mark.
	"Does he want to talk to one of us?" Bryan asked with some
concern.
	"No, I don't think so." Steven said still covering up the
receiver with his hand. He quickly removed his hand. "Yes, I'm here.
Ok...do you want to talk to one of them?  Oh.  Ok, fine I'll see you
there then."  After a short pause, "Bye then."  He flipped the top down
then returned it to his blazer pocket.
	"What was that all about?"
	"I'm not sure Nicky.  All I know for sure is that Mark wants to
talk to me when we get to the arena." Steven said giving Liam a
questioning and puzzling look.


	'What the hell do I do now?' Mark thought to himself as he hung
up his cell phone. "Shit.  Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!!!!!!" he screamed at
his laptop computer that was open sitting on his lap as he sat in his
hotel room he shared with Kian.  He looked at the computer screen again
and reread the e-mail message for the third time still trying to
comprehend all that was meant in what it said.

To: WLM@Yahoo.com
From: H.A.Phinix@aol.com

Yeah Mark,
Long time no hear...are we trying to forget me!!!  That would not
be a good thing.  I'm in London this week and when I talked to your
sister she told me you were performing here this week.  I have, with a
little persistence and conniving, managed to always get what I want
when I need it, acquiring backstage passes and will see you on the 5th.
Hope to be able to talk to you privately.  There's a lot we still need
to discuss and settle...you know how I am with unfinished business!!!
Talk to you later this week sexy.
Bye for now.
Holden

	This was not the time for this.  If only he had checked his e-
mail before now and not let it slide for three days he could have been
prepared for this...or rather prepare the guy's for this...at least had
a chance to tell them!  Oh, god.  How would they react?  With all the
tension within the group lately this was all he needed right now.
	"That self absorbed, arrogant, self assured, rude, belligerent,
cocky, ABUSIVE FUCK of a human being!!!" Mark screamed at the screen
slamming the lid shut.  Just then there bathroom door swung open and
Kian ran out with out a stitch of clothing on, his well defined, toned,
and sculpted body dripping river lets of crystal blue water the same
color of his eyes down his body.  His hair mated to his scalp.  His
left hand covered in soapsuds that also foamed around his semi-hard
nine and a half inch cock.
	"Man, what the hells wrong!!!" he said unconcerned with his
nudity.  "You sounded like you were being murdered in here! Earth to
Mark...hello?"
	Mark tried to speak but stammered as he tried to remove his eyes
from Kian's young body.  "I...I...umm.  Well I was just..." Mark
grabbed what little control he had left and continued, "I was just
blowing off steam...bad message from an old acquaintance back home.
Dude, your...umm, naked!!!"
	What? Oh, I was just..." Kian looked down at his left hand then
at his crotch.  No way to deny it now.  Still not concerned with what
Mark could see of his body, he'd already saw it all, he continued
without attempting to cover up his now softening erection.  He walked
back into the bathroom then returned to the bedroom they shared and
continued toweling off his body then his hair.  When he was finished he
wrapped the towel around his shoulders and just stood there with his
hips cocked in an almost seductive fashion.
	"So, What pissed you off so much!" he asked looking at Mark.
	"What? Oh...I, nothing," Mark had trouble tearing his eyes off of
Kian's well formed washboard stomach, deeply grooved Adonis lines and
now soft penis that, even in it's non-erectional form, was still an
impressive six inches hanging parallel with his low hanging free
flowing, walnut sized nuts.  He diverted his eyes hoping Kian hadn't
noticed.  "It's nothing. Don't even worry about it." Mark finished.
	Kian looked at mark with an impish smile etched across his face.
	"What?
	"You don't have anything to be ashamed of."
	Mark had a puzzled look on his face.  Did Kian suspect?
	"You're quite hung yourself.  I'm sure you've pleased a couple of
woman with what you've got!"  Surprisingly the impish grin widened.
	"Oh, that.  Well yeah, sure.  Of course."  Saved.  Thank God.
But if he didn't figure out how to handle Holden, Kian and the rest of
the guys would soon find out just how much they really didn't know
about him.  Sure everyone knew about Nicky and Bryan was unexpected
but...well he just wasn't ready for that yet.  But unless he acted
quickly, hurricane Holden was about to hit and break open his
protective little, securely guarded closet.
	"Do you need to use the living room?" Kian questioned.
	"No, I'm just going to send a few e-mail back home then I'm going
to hit the shower.  Why?"
	"I called the front desk and had them send up the house masseuse,
she should be here soon."
	"Ok, I'll just stay in here until your done then.
	"The reason why I asked was because I'm sure she could fit us
both in if you want?"
	"Sure.  Just let me know when you're done," Mark said as he sat
back down at his laptop.
	"When you're done in the shower just come out wrapped in a
towel."
	With that Kian was gone.


	A half an hour later after Mark had showered and taken care of a
little business of his own, he had been hard the whole time Kian stood
before him naked, he walked out of his bedroom just as a nice looking
pretty blond grabbed her fold-up table and headed out the front door.
	A massage was just what Mark needed; his shoulders fell as he
slumped down on the couch.  Kian saw the crest fallen look on Mark's
face, walked over to and sat down.
	"Sorry about that, she had a full schedule today."
	"Yeah, I know what that's like." Mark responded with no
enthusiasm.
	Seeing the disappointment on Marks face he got an idea.  "Tell
you what.  Here's what we're going to do.  Your going to go in our
bedroom, take off your robe and lay down on your bed, and I'm going to
give you a massage." Kian declared.
	"What, you?"
	"Yes me.  My cousin Miranda is a masseuse and she taught me a few
things."
	"But...we...you need oils and we don't have any here!" Mark said
trying to figure a way out of this.  Oh god...if he felt Kian's hands
on his body he...he...well he didn't know what he'd do.
	"It just so happens I just bought some Vanilla Musk massage oil
from Saundra before she felt.  She said all I had to do was pop it in
the microwave for thirty seconds then I'm in business!" Kian said
triumphantly.
	"But..."
	"No butts, just bodies," Kian mused with his thick Irish brogue.
	"Now go in there and remove your robe while I heat up the oils. Kian
said with finality.
	"But I'm not wearing anything underneath my robe and I..." Mark
took one look at Kian's handsomely sexy face with the look of, (if you
don't get in there and get naked I'll murder you look) Mark shut up
immediately the mumbled, "I'll cover up with a towel" Kian gave him a
(yeah you do that) look as he headed off to heat the oils.
	As he disrobed Mark looked down at his young body.  He was lean
and sexy, or at least that's what the fans said, with a bit of baby-
ness about his face with cute cherub-like poutie lips.  He wasn't as
physically toned as Kian but he had a nice lean sleek body with eight
and a half uncut inches of endowments. His balls weren't quite as large
as Kian's either but they were not something to be ashamed off.
	The thought of Kian's touch had Mark semi-hard and as he heard
Kian whistling the tune to 'Swear It Again' as he approached Mark
barley had time to dive on the bed and throw a towel over his arse as
Kian entered the room.
	"What do you want to listen to?" Kian asked as he moved to the CD
player.  "How about Britney or Mandy Moore?"
	Mark groaned.  "I'd rather not.  How about that new CD I just
bought?  I haven't had a chance to listen to them yet."
	"OK, but who are Envision?"
	"They're some new pop group from America.  They're touring with
Backstreet Boys and N'sync at the moment.  They're pretty high up on
the American charts!"
	Kian popped in the CD and pushed play.  "Uhm, not bad, nice
beat...great harmony!  What's the name of this?"
	"The albums called 'The Moment' I think"
	"Not that.  This song.  What's it called?"
	"Um I think it's 'Don't Want To' or something along those lines."
	"Ok, are you ready?"
	"Uhm, sure...." Mark said, his voice a little wobbly.
	"Alrighty then, TOP or BOTTOM???"
	"What!!!!" Mark barked back at Kian as he crawled on to the bed.
	"Do you want me to start at the top or at the bottom?" Seeing
that he was still confused he simplified, "Shoulders or legs?"
	"Oh, uhm...bottom"
	"Why did you flip out right then?"
	As Kian grabbed the warm bottle of scented oil he squeezed a good
portion on his hands then rubbed them together.  As he laid his hands
on marks left calve mark lost all control of cognitive thought and
language as the pleasures of physical touch took over.  When Mark
didn't reply to his question he decided to let it slide.  As he worked
his way up Marks thigh he adjusted the towel as he worked Marks
powerful leg muscles. Kian could tell that from all the dancing they'd
done on stage that Mark had developed vary toned and muscular legs and
his thighs were rock hard.  Mark wasn't the only one with a rock hard
appendage, which caused Kian to have to adjust himself discreetly not
wanting Mark to see.
	As he worked his way up the other leg he noticed Mark was
squirming a bit and that he had readjusted his legs so they were spread
slightly apart giving Kian unbeknownst to Mark, a nice view of Mark's
firm and round arse and scrotum.  He moved up to Marks shoulders and
applied more lotion as he gently worked the oils into the upper
shoulders and biceps slowly working his way down between his lower
shoulder blades all the while humming to the music floating melodiously
from the CD player.
	As he worked lower and lower the towel became a nuisance so
without much fanfare Kian lifted the edges of it and folded it in half
receiving a response from Mark.
	"What are you doing?" he said lifting his hand back in an attempt
for control, but Kian was obviously the one in control.
Kian gentle moved his hand bad down to Marks side positioning it
so it fell half way into Kian's lap.  "The towel was getting in the
way, besides I've see your bum many times."  With some reluctance Mark
stopped struggling and allowed Kian to continue to fold the towel in
half one more time revealing the top orbs of Mark's firm bubble buns.
As Kian admired all but four inches of Mark's bum, only four inches
remained covered by the trip of terry cloth.  He also noticed Mark did
not remove his hand from his crotch.
	As Kian continued to massage Mark's lower back he worked the oils
into the muscles that seemed to knot up at the base of Mark's tail
bone.  Mark squirmed a little and arched his arse in the air and
moaned.  "Is that a tender spot?" He asked.  Only receiving a moan in
response he continued to pay more attention to the depths of Mark's
inner orbs rubbing his thumbs up and down Marks tailbone inching lower
and lower as he went.  Kian repositioned himself so he could work more
affectively and bent lower trapping Mark's hand between his stomach and
hard terrycloth covered dick.  Mark made no signs of noticing Kian's
hard cock or removing his had so Kian proceeded.
	Three minutes later he slapped mark on the arse leaving his hand
there a few lingering moments.  "Now that that sides lubed up time to
flip over."
	"OH, uhm...how about something cold to drink from the mini-bar
and a change of music...before we continue the massage?" Mark said
having trouble speaking.  He was so flustered from the massage and from
the effort of making sure he didn't cum and soil the bed sheets on
three separate occasions through out the course of the massage so far
and needed to give his stiff member a chance to go down before Kian
touched him again for he would surely spew all over his chest without a
breather.
	"Sure, what will it be?"
	"Juice, orange if we have it."
	"Be back in a few." Kian said as he headed for the door.
	Mark turned over and repositioned the towel across his throbbing
cock.  With just the mere touch of the fabric Mark came.  The force of
the blast so great it lifted the towel out of the way causing it to
land all over his toned young chest and face.  'Shit.' He thought to
himself.
	"Hey, we're out of orange!" Kian bellowed from the living room.
	"How about apple, or we have grape?"
	"GRAPE, grapes great!" he yelled back as he reach for his
terrycloth robe on the floor and wiped his face and chest as best he
could then through it to the floor in the nick of time as Kian walked
back in.
	"You said you wanted a change of music, well I have the perfect
thing!" Kian said with a devilish grin.  He popped the CD in the player
and hit play.  Enigma's 'Return To Innocence' flowed through the
speakers.  "Shane told me that this is suppose to be the...Fuck
groove!"
	Mark's eyes grew bigger as Kian came back to the foot of the bed.
Kneeling on the bed Kian moved up between Mark's legs forcing them to
spread further.  He grabbed the bottle of Vanilla Musk body oil and
lubed up his hands up rubbed them together and slapped them on Mark's
thighs.
	That did it.  That one erotic imagined image caused sensory
overload resulting in Mark falling back against the cold peach marble
tiles as he erupted, his fist flying faster and faster, his young male
spunk splattering against his coaler bone, some hitting his left cheek.
Once his breathing slowed to a semi-normal state he stepped under the
spray from the shower nozzle to rinse off and clean up.
	As he turned off the water there was a knock at the bathroom
door.  He got out and wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the
door.
	Kian stood there it seemed drinking in the image before his. "Uh,
the masseuse is on a tight time table.  Do you want her to wait?"
	"OH.  Ok, that's fine.  Maybe next time then."

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Ok, that's it for now. I hope everyone liked it and don't hate me
to much for how this chapter ended???????? I will say this
though.....this chapter was a teaser of what might come. Depending on the
reader response?????????? Let me know if I'm hated or loved. Please
send all hate mail...I mean e-mail to Mizzpembroke@yahoo.com ok.
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	NOTE FROM THE EDITOR
	Hey guys!  I just edited this!  I am NOT RESPONSIBLE for the
insanity that is known as Mizz Pembroke!  He's a bitch with this
teasing and it's not my fault so please don't send me the death
threats.  Thank You.
	-Darren LeVanelle
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