Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 03:50:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: Angel & Author_Clive <feedbackwhynot@writeme.com>
Subject: If Only You Knew 1
Well guys and gals, this is going to be a joint effort. You will not get
just one great author in this story, but two great authors. Well actually
you'll get one great author for sure. I'm sure that some of you know him by
now. Clive has written such stories as (First Impression & Grand Encounter).
Now that you know who the major author is, I'd like to introduce myself. For
those of you who don't know me, I'm Angel Lenoir. My most recent story is
"What is Love?". Clive and I started talking and decided that it would be
cool if we did a story together. Now this is a first time for me, so if it's
bad I take all the blame. :p
Angel
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Finally both Angel and myself would appriciate any feed back on this story,
as so we have a joint account that you can mail us under... the addy is at
the bottom along with our individual email adresses.
Clive
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Anyway, you guys know the rules. If you're not of age then don't read. If
it's illegal for you to read then don't. If it's against you religion then
either don't read it or get a new religion! :p Also this story in no way
implies that any member of NSYNC is gay. It's just how we made the story out
to be.
If Only You Knew
Chapter One: Meetings
by Angel & Clive
'Dammit, I hate it when planes are late. He was supposed to have been here
an hour ago', Angel thought as he sat outside of the gate.
"Why can't these pilots ever show up on time?" Angel voiced aloud to nobody
in particular. About that time a soft speaking and strongly accented voice
come over the intercom announcing that flight 458 from London landed at gate
37.
'It's about time. I can't believe that we're actually going to meet each
other' the waiting youth thought as he picked up his sign. 'Finally after
two years of talking over the Internet and phone, we get to meet each
other!' As the passengers started to disembark, he raised the crisply folded
sign high up above his head. The sign simply reading the name Clive Barton.
"I hope that he sees this," Angel thought to myself as he held the sign even
higher up above his head. As passenger after passenger left the plane, he
noticed a guy disembark. The other looked like he was not exactly lost, but
was in search or something or someone. The one thing that instantly hit
Angel was the way the other youth was dressed, and from what he knew about
style Angel could tell from a distance that he was wearing Armani.
"Is that him," Angel thought to himself whilst still re-collecting all the
images that he had conjured from information that Clive had given him over
the years they had talked. It was apparent the moment the approaching youth
made contact with Angel that he was the one that he had been waiting for,
because as the other approached a smile broke across his face.
'Hmm, tall about 6'5", brown hair, swimmer's build, slightly muscular. He's
kind of cute,' Angel thought myself as the other came over to him.
"Angel?" the youth that had approached posed the question as he held out his
hand.
"Clive!" was the only response that was given as Angel ignored the hand and
pulled him into a hug.
"It's nice to meet you, finally! Come on, let's get your stuff and get out
of here!" was all that Clive heard as Angel pulled away from the quick
embrace and turned sharply, heading towards the collection point.
As the two walked over to get the newly arrived youths luggage, Angel
couldn't help but think of how he'd met this guy. Two years ago he'd started
writing stories for an erotic story archive. As Angel read one of the
stories, he realised that he wanted to get to know the other author better.
Getting his ICQ number, he quickly ICQ'd him one afternoon. A response
wasn't so quick in being received. In fact Angel had near given up on ever
talking to the other. But a reply did come and for sure it came as a
welcomed surprise. Soon the two had become good friends and spent hours
talking to one another about everything and nothing. But now they were
getting to meet in real life and Angel knew that for him it was like a dream
come true.
"So you have anything that you would like to do while we're in Orlando?"
Angel asked as we picked up one of Clive's bags as it came rolling around
the claim carousel.
"Well, I do want to go to Disney World," he said, "and isn't NSYNC supposed
to be having an autograph signing as well?"
"Yup. Let me guess, you want to go to it?" Angel stated in a endearing but
yet some what sarcastic tone
"Well I can't be this close without getting to see them, now can I?" was all
Clive rebutted with before reaching forward and swinging his second and then
third piece of luggage off the moving belt.
"Well I could be mean and say no, but since I want to see them in person how
can I deny you? Now come on, we still have to check into the hotel." Angel
said as he started moving toward the exit.
'Should I tell him now, or should I wait?' Angel asked himself as the two
walked out of the doors. 'I think I'll wait.' As they exited the airport,
Angel took out a set of keys and hit the alarm button to disarm the alarm
and popped the trunk. Heading over toward his Black Mustang he looked back
at Clive. "So what do you think?" the only response that was receive was for
Clive to tilt his head ever so slightly in an accepting gestured. 45 minutes
later they were pulling up into the Hilton parking lot. As Angel jumped out
of the car, he again popped the trunk to let the staff at the hotel entrance
get the luggage out. Tossing the keys to the bus boy he walked into the
hotel.
Both Angel and Clive walked side by side and the two looked like a sight to
behold. Both of them radiant and from the corner of his eye Clive could see
people heads literally turn, and this caused him to laugh slightly which in
turn brought Angel's head to turn in his general direction bring a smile to
his face. The two youths continued on through the reception area and
approached the large oak covered desk. A small framed red headed clerk
looked up with a slightly bored expression on her face. "May I help you?"
"Yes, I believe you have reservations for me." Angel spoke in an authorative
tone.
"Name please?" she said as smacked on her gum before blowing a bubble still
not removing her gaze from the two.
"Angel Lenoir. I belief that I requested the penthouse?" was all Angel said
and this time the clerk responded by slowly dropping her chin and at the
last minute breaking eye contact with Angel.
"Angel Lenoir. Yes, here you are. You're right you have the penthouse. Now
will you be paying in cash or credit card?"
"Cash," he said as he pulled out his wallet and again looking over to Clive
he noticed the tilt of the head that he had witnessed earlier and this time
it was Angel's turn to laugh but inwardly at Clive's mannerism.
10 minutes later, both men were exiting the elevator to the penthouse. As
Angel looked around, he thought that it'd do. Two bedrooms, living room in
the centre, double bath, and a small wet bar. It wasn't much to look at he'd
been in better, but it'd do. As he'd been looking around, he noticed his and
Clive's bags sitting in the living room in the corner.
"Looks like our stuff's arrived." and at that thought Angel made his way
over to grab his suitcases and put them in a room.
"Make yourself at home," was all that was hollered over his shoulder to
Clive as he headed into the room, "after all this is where we'll be staying
for the next two weeks."
As Angel had done Clive proceeded to pick up the remaining bags that were in
the room and took them over to the other room which would be his residence
for the next two weeks as Angel had said. After throwing his suitcases on
the bed Angel re-entered the main room only to find the door ajar to his
friends room so he decided to make his presence know and stepped forward
into the room.
"So you hungry? Want to go out to eat or order in? I can understand if you
want to stay in. I imagine you're pretty jet-lagged. If you want to stay in,
we can grab a bite now, get a bit to rest, and then go clubbing tonight."
"No I'm cool... what ever you want I will fit in with." As Clive said this
he could feel his eyes falter him and he knew that in all honesty he was as
tired as he friend had presumed but it isn't every day that you get to meet
someone for the first time, and especially since Angel had played such a
large part of his life... 'No I'm not going to let my self regret this...'
Clive played with his thoughts and finally looked up again to Angel's face.
"You sure look tired man... you've been travelling for eight hours and you
got a four hour time difference on top of that... I mean what time is it for
you? Midnight? Or something like that"
"Actually more like one in the morning... your five hours behind us Brits!",
Clive couldn't help put the oar in after all it had been a long standing
joke between himself and Angel. At that comment Angel just mimicked Clive's
earlier motions and titled his head in acceptance and even though no words
were said it was as if both knew that Clive had one that one but Angel
wouldn't let it lie and would soon been equal and then one up.
"Well I think we should eat in and talk... you know and really talk, I mean
I've been waiting for years to have a face to face conversation with you and
man I am so looking forward to this." And as if the words didn't say enough
Angel's face spoke volumes with his smile beaming bright and straight at
Clive, who in return was smiling equally as widely.
"Sorted... you order us food, I need to use the bathroom. Now you remember
what I don't like to eat right?"
"Ha, like I could forget." Angel just laughed and moved backwards out of
Clive's room but not before adding, "go use the jon dipshit. I'll order room
service while your in there, but hurry I don't want to eat it all myself.
I'm fat enough as it is."
After ordering the food, Angel went back to his room and unpacked. Finding
something to wear, he decided that now would be a good time for a shower.
Leaving the door open, so that Clive would at least be able to hear him, he
walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Fifteen minutes later he
emerged from the shower, to find that the food had already arrived. With a
snobbish tone, he looked over at Clive and said, "I hope that the food meets
your sastifaction Master Barton. If not I can always have the cooks flayed."
Once again Clive just looked at him with that look. Snickering slightly,
Angel asked, "So how's Britian? I'm not sure if you'll live through this sun
or not. I know you never get any sun with all that fog in Britian everyday.
That's okay though I brought strong suntan lotion. Before you know it you'll
be sporting a tan as good as mine. Well that is if you don't become a
lobster first!"
The evening passes by with ease, both men talking about conversations that
they had had over the two years and just reliving memories. All the while
enjoying each others company both felt like they had known the other for a
lifetime, in fact it was almost unthinkable that these two had only met for
real life hours before. Soon the meal and talk drew to an end and as Angel
had suggest earlier in the evening the two headed out to a small club not
far from the hotel and it was at this point that Clive started to slow down,
becoming more and more lethargic it was evident that the day had caught up
to him. Both made their way back to the hotel with Clive trying to persuade
Angel to stay while he returned alone but at this point he wasn't very
likely to win any kind of debate with the other if not because of the
alcohol but then from the lack of sleep. So they both returned to their suit
for the night. Knowing that the next day would bring the two of them closer
and start the beginning of not only a new day but a new adventure for the
two of them.
Upon reaching the room Angel sat down for a minute to catch any late
breaking news. There really wasn't much on, but he did catch the fact that a
couple of his stocks had split. Looking up he noticed Clive once again
watching him with that look. "What? Don't you ever play the stock market?"
Angel tried to whine.
"What need have I to play the stock market?" Clive asked. "Remember, I'm
already filthy rich!" he said as he walked into his room and with he back to
Angel a grin spread rapidly across his face.
Not looking back he missed the mischeavous smile that came across Angel's
face. "Sorry, but unfortunately not all of us can be rich enough to have a
silver spoon permanently attached to his tongue!" Angel quipped toward
Clive's back. "But that's alright, I'll forgive you for that one. I just
can't believe that you're a snobbish Brit! I think you can give William a
run for his money!" Angel said through a chuckle as he thought about many of
the conversations that they'd had.
TBC...
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