Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 22:13:54 EST
From: Jay Cee <jay102@hotmail.com>
Subject: If I Let You Go 1

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, and therefore it should not
be assumed that any of the characters portrayed in this story (i.e. the
five members of Westlife) are gay.....

Well, this is my first attempt at writing a story like this. I've been
reading them for what has seemed like forever, and decided that its about
time I made a contribution, regardless of how bad (or good, hopefully) it
turns out. There's also the fact that one of my fave groups, Westlife,
doesn't seem to get much attention on Nifty, so I'm doing something to
correct that! If you have any comments or suggestions, e-mail me at
jay102@hotmail.com. Thanks!


IF I LET YOU GO (PART I) Author: Jay Cee

Nicky relaxed as he slid down in his seat on the flight back home to
Ireland. He couldn't wait to get back home to see his family and friends
again, the familiarity of Dublin, and especially the love of his life,
Georgina. In the seat next to him was Shane, but his mind was focused on
other things. Sure, he wanted to be back home just as much as Nicky did,
but he didn't have time to think about that right now. There were other,
more important things that Shane had on his mind.

They'd been on a promo tour of South East Asia, and were now on the flight
back from Bangkok, their last stop on the tour. It was hugely successful,
boosting album sales, attracting swarms of new fans and the guys had a
great time performing to thousands of adoring females in every city in
which they played. Shane, on the other hand, searched the crowds for any
male face he could find; the female fans didn't interest him at all. He'd
glance over in Nicky's direction at every available opportunity while they
were performing, Nicky not thinking anything of it; to him they were just
good friends after all. He exchanged looks with Kian, Bryan and Mark during
the shows as well, but not nearly as many times as with Nicky. He had
wanted Nicky so badly, but as far as Shane was concerned, it was
impossible. Nicky's strong relationship with Georgina made sure of that.

Now Shane was sitting right next to Nicky, taking time to study his angelic
features, now that he had fallen into his usual deep sleep.

"Hey, what ya doin' back there?" said Mark inquisitively, startling Shane.

"Oh, just staring out the window", Shane replied, trying to lie as best he
could.

"You wanna join me and Kian for a game of poker, there's a spare seat next
to me."

"Nah, I'd rather stay here, maybe I'll get some shut-eye like sleepy head
here," Shane said pointing in Nicky's direction.

"Okay then."

Nicky suddenly snuggled up against Shane, using his shoulder to support his
weight while he was sleeping. Shane smiled to himself, thinking that Nicky
was doing this unconsciously, though that wasn't entirely true. Luckily
Nicky didn't talk in his sleep, because if he did, he might have given away
the reason he was snuggling up to Shane.


* * * * * * * * * * *


Nicky snuggled up against Shane as they lay together in bed, together at
last, if only in Nicky's dream. He placed his arm over Shane's body, and
pulled him close, wanting to be as near to him as he possibly could. He
didn't know why, but in his dream his feelings for Georgina totally
disappeared. He had feelings for Shane that he had never had before.


* * * * * * * * * * *


"Nicky, wake up! You're killing me!"

Although Shane was enjoying the fact that Nicky was treating him like a
favourite teddy bear, the enjoyment was causing a wet spot on his pants,
which was getting ever noticeable. There was also the fact that the flight
attendants, as well as other passengers, were starting to give them strange
looks; Shane had their image to think about.

"C'mon, get off me!"

Nicky slowly opened his eyes, his head still groggy after his sleep. He
looked up directly at Shane. They stared at each other, Nicky vaguely
recalling the dream he had just had, Shane staring into the eyes of the man
of his dreams. Nicky, realising that he was hugging Shane, realised him
from his grip and jumped back into his seat, embarrassed about what he had
done, but at the same time feeling a faint sense of enjoyment of having had
his arms wrapped around Shane.

"Sorry Shane, erm, sorry."

"That's alright mate, no harm done. I'm guilty of doing the same thing, I
probably don't hang on as tight though!"

Shane wished he could tell Nicky that he was welcome to do it anytime, but
he knew that he couldn't. He glanced over to Nicky, opened his mouth to
speak, but before he could utter a word, he noticed the large bulge in
Nicky's pants. Shane had seen him naked before, and he knew that by the
size of the bulge, Nicky was excited about something.

"So what was your dream about? Anything exciting? I could feel your heart
beating before, and it was setting a pretty high pace."

"You know, the usual stuff a guy dreams about. Nothing interesting."

"Sure..."

"Uh, I need to go to the washroom"

"Yeah, me too, I'll follow you down there"

They both got up from their seats and headed down towards the back of the
plane. Nicky went into one cubicle, and Shane into the other. Nicky washed
his face, and freshened up, trying to wake himself, but Shane was there for
a different reason. Having Nicky all over him had left him with a raging
hard-on, which he was intent on relieving, as fast as he could, so the
others wouldn't be left wondering what he was up to. He unzipped his jeans,
let them fall to his ankles along with his boxers, and started to pull his
cock, in long, hard strokes. He felt his lightly haired chest with his free
hand, gently pinching his nipples. Images of Nicky flashed through his
head, increasing his excitement. It wasn't long before thick ropes of cum
shot over the wall of the washroom, Shane letting out a long, low pitched
moan as he cum. He banged his head against the wall as he leant back,
feeling spent. He scooped some of the cum with his fingers and savoured the
sweet taste. "If only that was Nicky's," he thought.

He cleaned himself up, and opened the washroom door to find Nicky looking
at him with a devilish grin on his face.

"You okay? Sounds like you were being sick in there... uh, Shane, you've
still got some on the corner of your mouth, I think."

"Shit!" Shane thought, quickly wiping off the cum with a kleenex, "He
couldn't have realised what it was, could he?"

"Yeah, I was feeling a little ill."

"Let's get back to our seats, the plane's gonna land pretty soon..."


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Well, that's the first installment. Not sure where its headed exactly, but
maybe Shane doesn't have quite as hard a task to get his man as he had
first imagined? If you have any suggestions, send me an e-mail to
jay102@hotmail.com