Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 18:21:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Calme <jasoncalme@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Bands - Chasing Matt

This story is about male/male relationships and contains
graphic descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal
due to your age or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters
and events with real people. However any real person
mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part.
This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the
sexuality, personality, or behavior of the actual person.

Thanks to mattvt for reviewing and proofing parts of this
story; all errors remain my fault!

Copyright 2003 Jason Calme. This story is the sole property
of its author and may not be copied in whole or in part or
posted on any website without the permission of the author.

Questions and commentary can be sent to
"JasonCalme@yahoo.com".



Chapter 4 The Hotel


At the crosswalk Nick had let go of Matt's arm. Matt let out a small
breath, but caught himself as Nick turned to look at him. Had Nick
heard it, Matt wondered? But before he could worry, the light had
changed, and they were off across the street.

Ten minutes later they arrived at the hotel. Matt had been practicing
his thank you speech for the last block, and was pretty sure he
could get through it.  But Nick just walked in as though he was
going to come up to the room with him.

He was going to come up to the room with him?!

Before even this had sunk in, they were walking through the lobby
to the elevator. Matt was skip running to try and keep up with Nick.

Nick stabbed at the elevator button. Matt looked around, expecting
the elevator to open immediately, but it didn't.

'Okay', he though, now would be a good time to do the thank you
speech and say good night.

He opened his mouth...

'Ding' the elevator door swung open and Nick walked in, Matt
trailing behind.

"What floor?" Nick asked.

"What?"

"Floor. What floor is your room?"

"Ahh...seventeen," Matt mumbled, and Nick stabbed the 17 button.

A businessman entered and pushed the button for the 12th floor.
The doors closed and the elevator slowly began its ascent.

The businessman turned and cast his eye over the two dripping wet
young men standing in the elevator. The brunette seemed
embarrassed and looked away from him, but the blond stared back
at him with a large grin on his face.

"Still raining?" the businessman asked Nick.

"No," Nick, replied with a straight face.

The businessman's eyebrows arched curiously.

"We were just down in the pool," Nick added.

The elevator dinged and the door opened. The businessman looked
at Nick thoughtfully. Nodded slowly and then stepped out.

The door closed and Nick looked at Matt and howled in laughter.
Matt couldn't help himself. He started laughing too.

The two of them rode the rest of the way without saying a word.
Just glancing at each other every few seconds. Nick grinned at Matt
as Matt tried to shake some of the water out of his hair, but they
didn't say another word.

The elevator stopped and they got out. Matt fished around in his
pocket and pulled out his card key. They walked slowly down the
hall until they came to his room.

Matt stopped and turned back to face Nick though he couldn't quite
look him in the eyes......


"Uh...um" he began nervously and then looked at Nick. Really
looked at him. Nick was sopping wet. His shirt and pants were
soaked and water was beaded in his hair. Water was running down
his face. Matt looked down at his own clothes and realized he was
just as wet, if not wetter.

And he was starting to feel cold too.

He looked up at Nick again and couldn't help it. He started to laugh.
A small giggle really.

Nick gave him a questioning look, then he started to laugh as well.

"I guess we are kind of wet," Nick said, leaning against the wall for
support as he laughed.

"Yeah," Matt laughed. "You should...I'll get you a towel."

"Okay," said Nick, stopping his laughing, but a smile still on his face.

Matt suddenly felt a wave of panic come over him. What had he just
done? He swallowed, then turned quickly and nervously jammed the
key card into the door. He tugged at the door, but it didn't move.

He jammed the card in again. The green light came on and he pulled
at the door again. Still nothing happened.  He glanced over at Nick,
who was watching him closely.

"It's ahh..." Matt began, then turned back to the door and tried the
card again. Still no luck.

"Can I try?" Nick asked quietly. Before Matt could reply, Nick reached
out and tried to take the card out of Matt's hand as Matt went to
shove it back in the door.

"No it's okay, I've..." Matt began.

And then Nick touched him.

Nick's hand touched his! It was so warm, and he felt what seemed
like a small shock pass through him.

"Let me," Nick said quietly, his hand now underneath Matt's, almost
wrapped around his hand. Matt opened his hand and the card
dropped into Nicks hand, but Nick didn't pull his hand away. He held
it there for a moment longer than seemed necessary, holding Matt's
hand in his.

Matt turned back to look at Nick, and saw Nick was staring at him.
Matt couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he quickly pulled his
hand back, too scared to think straight.

"Okay," said Nick, straightening up a little as Matt stepped away
from him. "Let's see if this works," and he turned and pushed the
card into the lock. The green light flashed. Nick turned to Matt briefly
and smiled a small smile, then he put his hand on the door ... and
gently pushed the door open.

Nick turned back to Matt and smiled. Matt blushed, thoroughly
embarrassed.

"Come on," Nick said, and walked into Matt's room, Matt following in
behind him, suddenly wondering what the room looked like. Had he
left out any underwear or anything?

Nick walked down the short passageway into the small bedroom.
Matt saw Nick quickly scan the room, and he wondered what Nick
thought of it. Nick probably hadn't been in such a small hotel room
in his life!

Matt glanced around quickly, making sure there was nothing in plain
site that shouldn't be there. Seeing nothing, he quickly backed up
the passageway and stepped into the bathroom. He saw two large
towels and grabbed them both. Quickly going back to the room he
found Nick casually eyeing Matt's computer sitting on the small table
next to the television.

Nick looked up as Matt held out one of the towels to him.

"If you want to use the bathroom it's...I'll dry off out here," Matt
said to Nick.

"Thanks!" Nick said, taking the towel. "Though I don't know if a
towel is gonna do much good...I'm soaked!"  Nick grinned at Matt
and Matt smiled back nervously, not sure what to say.

Matt's mind was traveling a mile a minute, trying to think of different
possibilities. Could Nick squeeze the water out of his clothes? If
they hung them up in the shower how long would they take to dry?
Would Nick fit Matt's clothes? Could he lend him something and then
Nick could return them later?

That possibility was exciting. It meant there was a reason to see
Nick again; unless Nick just posted back the clothes.

But Matt didn't have long to think as Nick took the towel and
disappeared into the bathroom.  Matt wondered if he should have
offered him clothes. Damn! He didn't know what he was supposed
to do!

He looked at himself in the large mirror over the desk. God! He
looked like a drowned cat!

He quickly dragged the towel through his hair, trying to get as much
water out as possible. Then he dropped the towel and unbuttoned
his shirt, carefully pulling off the sodden clothing. It felt so weird to
take it off as it clung to his arms.

The white t-shirt underneath was just as wet.

"Hey" Nick called from the bathroom.

Matt walked quickly over to the passageway and looked into the
open bathroom door. He nearly gasped aloud. Nick was standing in
the bathroom shirtless. He was toweling down his chest and arms,
and Matt managed to get a good eyeful of his upper body. Around
Nicks waist, a good inch and a half of blue plaid boxers were visible
above his blue jeans.

Matt felt himself getting hard.

"Is it okay if I wear this robe?" Nick asked.

"What?" Matt asked, puzzled.

Nick threw the towel casually over his right shoulder and reached
out behind the door with his left hand. He pulled out a large white
piece of material that Matt realized was a hotel robe.

"Oh, sure" said Matt.

"Thanks," said Nick, looking back at Matt, and then he smiled. "Hey
nice tattoo, man." He said.

"What, oh...thanks," said Matt, looking down at the colorful dragon
on his upper right arm, almost as though he hadn't noticed it
before.

He looked back at Nick.

"You have some nice one's too," Matt said sheepishly, staring at the
tattoo's on Nick's upper body.

Nick grinned and then his eyes traveled down Matt's chest. Matt
looked down and realized that through the wet t-shirt you could
clearly see his two nipple rings.

Matt blushed bright red.

"Uh, huh, I'm gonna get changed," Matt said, pointing back into the
room, and stepping quickly back.

Nick waved a hand at Matt, "Okay, I'll be out in a minute!"

A minute?! Matt started to panic.  He didn't want to still be dressing
when Nick came out. He almost ran over to his suitcase and hastily
opened it, grabbing at a t-shirt, boxers and pajama pants.

He pulled off the t-shirt, laughing to himself as he pulled the wet
shirt off, and toweled himself down. He hastily pulled on the dry t-
shirt, then dropped his pants and underwear, quickly swiping the
towel up and down his legs.

He was still hard, and the feeling of the towel over his penis and
around his balls did nothing to lesson the erection. He grabbed the
boxers, a black pair with silver stars, and pulled them on, then
pulled on the pajama pants. The pants matched the boxers; black
with moons and stars.

For a moment he thought how ridiculous it was wearing matching
underwear and pajama pants, and he thought about changing
boxers, but it was too late. The bathroom door opened and he
heard Nick coming out of the bathroom.

Matt quickly jumped on the bed and pulled up his legs, trying to
conceal his erection.

Nick walked in, wearing the white robe, with a towel draped around
his neck. His hair was all spiky and messed up, but he still looked
very cute.

Nick stopped suddenly, as though surprised to see Matt sitting on
the bed in pajamas, his knees almost up to his chin.

"Uh, hey," said Nick.

"Okay?" Matt asked him.

"Yeah, I left my clothes in the bathroom. I don't know if they'll dry
there."

Matt shrugged his shoulders. He's been wondering about that
himself, and had no idea.

"You want to use the bathroom?" Nick asked Matt.

Matt started to move, he was about to get up, but then he
remembered his erection. "I'll go later," he said.

"Okay," said Nick, taking off the towel and dropping it over the back
of the only chair in the room. Nick looked at Matt for a moment, as
though expecting him to say something, but Matt just stared back
at him, and then looked out the window.

"Ah...is it okay if I sit down?" Nick asked, pointing at the other side
of the bed.

Matt glanced over at the empty space, then turned back to Nick
nervously. "Sure, yeah..." said Matt, nodding, and wishing that his
erection would go down so he could go to the bathroom.

"Thanks," said Nick, sitting down on the edge of the bed and then
pulling himself onto it and sliding backwards so that he was sitting
with his back against the headboard.

They sat there in silence. Matt, his knees up to his chin, wishing his
erection would wilt. Nick, glancing around, seemingly intently curious
about the decorations in the room.

Matt looked over at Nick and saw he was staring at him. Nick
grinned and then he lazily waved a hand at Matt's chest.

"So does that work?" Nick smirked.

Matt looked down at his t-shirt. On the front of it was a large red
stop sign.

He looked up at Nick and blushed.

"What?" asked Matt.

"Does it keep all your admirers from pawing you?" Nick asked, and
he half laughed and then snickered.

"I don't know," said Matt, then a little bravely he added, "maybe
you need one like this."

Matt watched Nick to see his reaction. Worried he might have said
the wrong thing, but Nick laughed some more.

"Yeah, maybe I do need something like that so the women will keep
there hands off me," and then he looked back at Matt for a second
and looked serious.

But before Matt could figure out what that meant, Nick laughed
again and slid a little down against the pillows. Matt noticed the
bottom of the robe was riding up, exposing more of Nicks thighs.
Matt realized that his erection had actually gone down, but was
starting up again.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom," he stuttered, and scrambled up,
trying to face away from Nick and quickly walking to the bathroom.

"Okay," called Nick, smiling to himself.

Matt walked into the bathroom and pulled the door quickly closed
and locked it. He let out a long breath. He shook a little from the
excitement, but then the moment passed and he felt okay.

He felt okay, except his dick was as hard as rock again. He needed
to piss and his dick was solid.

He looked around and saw Nicks' clothes thrown over the bath.

His shirt, t-shirt, soxs, jeans, boxers. Shit!  That didn't help! He was
torn; he wanted to reach out and touch them, but he was worried
that if he disturbed them in any way Nick might notice.

He looked away. He had to get Nick's clothes out of his mind. Had to
stop thinking about that...had to do something.

He looked down at the large tent in his pants and pulled them
down. The front of his boxers were already marked by a large wet
spot about an inch across.

He pulled them down over his erection and looked down at his
swollen cock. A large bead of precum formed almost immediately on
the piss slit and started to dribble down.

He reached out his right hand and gently placed it around the
swollen shaft, almost gasping at the pleasure of flesh against flesh.
He stroked a couple of times and another large bubble of precum
formed in the piss slit.

Shit! What did he do now? Should he jerk off?

He considered the possibilities. A quick jerk wouldn't take that long;
he was already majorly hard. And then the pressure would be off
for a while....but would Nick get suspicious? It would be way longer
than just using the bathroom....

No! Jerking off was a bad idea.

He wracked his brain. He turned on the cold-water tap and filled the
sink, then he grabbed a wash cloth and dumped it into the cold
water. Quickly squeezing out the excess water, he took the cold
cloth and wrapped it around his penis. The shock of the cold cloth
caused him to shiver, though it wasn't quite as cold as a cold
shower, and it didn't seem to be having much effect. In fact, the
stimulation of the cloth was neutralizing the effect of the cold water.

He put the washcloth back into the water, trying to get it cold again.
Wondering if maybe he should take a quick cold shower. He pulled
the washcloth out of the water and was about to squeeze it when
there was a knock on the door.

"Hey Matt!" Nick called through the door.

Matt jumped, dropping the washcloth and nearly tripping and falling
into the bathtub. He stumbled, grabbing at the shower curtain to
catch himself. For a second it held his weight, and then there was a
clicking sound and the curtain and rod came down on top of him and
he crashed down onto the floor, hitting the floor hard with his right
knee.

"Shit!" Matt yelled.

Nick knocked on the door more urgently.

"Matt! Are you okay?" he was calling, the doorknob was rattling

Matt groaned and felt his knee. It was a little sore, but not too bad.
The shower curtain was draped over him and he tried to shove it
off. Nick seemed to be trying to break down the door. Matt hastily
pulled up his pants before reaching up to the lock on the doorknob.

"Matt!" Nick yelled, as he shoved the door open.

Matt screamed as the door smashed into his left shoulder and sent
him flying against the side of the bathtub.

"Fuck!" Matt gasped, reaching up to his shoulder while trying to
push the door away.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked, now in the room and crouching down
beside Matt, his face a picture of concern.

"Aww...shit!" Matt groaned, rubbing his shoulder.

"I heard you fall! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Nick asked
breathlessly. He was surveying Matt, seemingly looking for any sign
of damage, his hands were held out, but he didn't seem to know
what to do with them.

"Yes. No! I'm okay," Matt groaned. "I just hurt my knee a little."

"Oh! Is it okay? Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, the pain in my shoulder is taking my mind off it," Matt
said half seriously, half jokingly, still rubbing his shoulder.


"Oh shit! I'm sorry," Nick said, and he reached out to Matt's
shoulder. "Here, let me," he said, pulling away Matt's hand and
putting his own onto Matt's shoulder.

"It's okay," Matt protested.

"No, let me," Nick began, then be looked down at the shower
curtain that was half draped over Matt's legs and he smiled. "Let's
get you out of here," he said, and he picked up the shower curtain
and threw it into the bathtub, then he stood up and leaned forward
and put out his hands to Matt.

Matt realized that Nick meant for him to take his hands so that he
could pull him up. He also noticed that the toweling robe was mostly
open in the front, and much of Nick's chest was visible.

A little reluctantly, Matt reached out to Nick and Nick pulled him up
towards him. Matt stood up. His knee still hurting. He half stumbled
and nearly fell into Nick, but Nick put out his hands and grabbed
Matt around the waist, steadying him.

Matt looked down at Nick's hands, and back up into Nick's eyes.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"You're welcome," Nick smiled. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Matt nodded.

"Okay," said Nick, smiling. "Come on, let me take a look at that,"
and he motioned for Matt to go out to the room.

"Oh, anyway," Nick continued, as he followed Matt out, "I called
down and they said it'd take about an hour to get the clothes dried.
Or they can have them ready by morning.." and he paused.

Matt stopped and turned back to face Nick.

"So I was wondering," Nick began. "It's late and all, and I
wondered...would it be okay if I crash here tonight? I'll pay any
extra charge and I'll pay for breakfast too?"

Matt stared back open-mouthed as Nick smiled at him, his
expression hopeful.


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To be continued...


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