Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 23:41:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: nick-shafer@another.com
Subject: Never Had a Dream Come True 3-4

Hi, I'm Nick Shafer, and you might have seen this story before, but I'm
re-releasing this ammended version, cause basically it fits in with the
whole story better. I hope to release as much of the story that I have on
Nifty pretty soon (Upto about Chapters 11-12).

HOWEVER, If you like the story. And Please Please email me if you do
(s4shafer@hotmail.com) - Cause I Love to hear From All of You, - then visit
my website http://nickshafer.tripod.com .  This has the whole story so far
plus loads of other cool stuff.

ALL I've left to say is that I hope you enjoy it, oh and this...

DISCLAIMER: This story is complete fiction and these events only took place
in my head, NOT in real life. Officially and as far as I know Paul
Cattermole and S Club 7 are real live heterosexuals. This story contains
adult material. So if you're not 18. get out of here!!!

For M, and all she's been through.

Later days...Nick


Never Had A Dream Come True
By Nick Shafer Copyright 2001

CHAPTER 3

	Lee spent the next 20 minutes telling the group the brief history
of his life. He was born and grew up in Jersey, a small rich island in the
English Channel. There, where summers were long and hot, as were the
nights, he had a carefree childhood. His schooldays were spent in an
exclusive boys school, his nights lounging in restaurants or on a boat in
the islands many bays.  It was at 16 when he fell in love with music and he
had been singing ever since. He spent all his spare time practising dance
routines and vocal harmonies, and new loads of hits by heart. He wowed his
friends with his talents, but never admitted them as anything to himself,
he's always been modest, and set his heart on the pop industry. However,
dreams came and went, and like any normal student, he travelled to England
to go to university. It was then however, that his best friend and flatmate
saw the advert for a singer in 'showman' magazine. And unbeknown to Lee, he
entered him for the auditions. "And that," announced Lee, "about brings us
up to date."

	"Yeah, that's right," butted in Simon. "Your friend persuaded you
to come here, and well that voice, I couldn't say no." Lee blushed deep red
and giggled. "Well, yeah thanks." The rest of the group laughed, prompting
further blushing from Lee. "Well, said Tina, we'd better hear you then."
Lee jumped to his feet. "Really, you really wanna hear ME sing." "Well,
that's what you're here for aren't you?" "Yeah, I guess, but what should I
sing?" "Do something from Popstars," shouted out Jon. "Yeah" called out
Tina, "Like Bridge Over Troubled Water". Lee stepped to the middle of the
room and began to sing "Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkle,
totally unaccompanied.

	By the time he reached the second verse, Tina, Hannah, and Rachael
were already in tears.  Jon was sobbing. Paul however was entranced. He had
the most beautiful voice it plunged into his soul. Though tears were
pouring down his cheeks, he kept on watching, every note reminded him of
the crash, of his guilt.

	  When you're down and out,
	  When you're on the street,
	  When evening falls so hard,
	  I'll comfort you I'll take your part
	  Ohhhh when darkness comes, and pain is all around.
	  Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay thee down,
 	  Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay thee down.

	It was minutes before anyone spoke. Paul was standing shaking. It
was all too much for him. Lee walked over too him, stunned by the effect
his singing had on Paul. "Soppy boy" he said, as he rubbed away the tears
on Paul's cheeks. Jon was the next to move, he simply stood, and walked]
towards the two boys, followed quickly by Hannah, Rachael and Tina. They
said nothing; they just walked forward, making a circle with the
others. Jon gently took Lee's wrist, and extending his hand out palm down,
placed his hand on top. The others quickly followed. Some would swear there
was a bright blue flash of light next; some would say those affects only
happen on TV. Whatever they saw, everyone in that circle felt it, that buzz
that shock. "Well," said Paul at last "welcome to S Club 7."

	By this time, the sun was setting over the confines of the studio,
and a red glow lit the room through the window. "Well I don't know about
you lot, but I'm beat," said Paul. "Well, I am starving, aren't you Jonny
Jon?" asked Hannah. "Han, you're always hungry," he replied, "and you're
always right. Yeah, I'm starving." So, it was agreed that Jon, Hannah,
Rachael, and Tina would go
 out for food, but Paul declined the offer, promising to show Lee around,
and call for some take-out.

	It was 10pm that evening, and Lee and Paul sat in the terrace
lounge amongst the remnants of the Chinese that Paul had called for. Lee
had listened intently for hours to Paul about life in S Club 7, and what
the future held for him in it. For Paul, it was a delightful
experience. Those eyes, he couldn't tear himself from them. And he
constantly wanted to walk over and run his hands through Lee's hair. could
it be possible he was attracted to him? No that was stupid. Lee too, was
having trouble keeping his eyes from Paul's body. He didn't like to admit
it, especially to himself, but since seeing Paul on the first series of
Miami 7 he'd had a mild attraction too him. Perhaps his being in S Club
might be slightly harder than he though too.

	By 11pm Lee was growing tired, and decided to tell Paul he was
gonna catch the train back to his apartment across London. However, Paul
wouldn't let him go out alone so late. "You're a member of the band now,
you know that, that means you get a room of your own " He paused "but Brads
room hasn't been touched since he left Jo wouldn't allow it." He gazed into
the night for a moment before continuing.  "I know," he said, a grin
creeping across his face, "you can crash in my room with me. We're gonna be
spending a lot of time together anyway." Lee was shocked; it might be a bit
embarrassing. Nevertheless, he conceded, the band would be his life from
now on, so he better get used to it.

	When they reached Paul's room, Paul bounded in, and began bouncing
on the bed like an excited child. "This is so cool" he admitted, "it's like
being a kid again, and having a sleepover." Lee surveyed the room, there
was only the one bed, and it looked like he would be on the floor. "Do you
have some blankets or something?" he asked Paul. "What for?" came the
reply. "You know, so I can sleep on the floor." Paul chuckled again, he had
a great smile, and it put Lee at ease. "Well, I was thinking you could
like... err bunk up with me," said Paul, shuffling his feet. "That is if
you don't mind." "Sss sure," Lee was dumbstruck.  It was enough to be
sleeping in the same room as this gorgeous idol, but in the same bed!

	"All-right then," said Paul and quickly began pulling off his
clothes. Lee let his jaw drop, and inch-by-inch took in the half naked form
before him. Paul was well-defined, strong legs, strong arms, and strong
torso. His eyes were drawn to Paul's chest, covered by a scattered light
patch of hair, and his dark nipples, the left one was pierced. He licked
his lips subconsciously, as his eyes trailed down Paul's chest, past his
smooth stomach, to his boxers. Paul stretched, yawned, and leaned back,
prompting a large tent in his baby-blue boxers. Lee sized him up; he was
larger than normal, definitely.

	Paul pulled back the sheets and jumped into bed. "Coming to bed
lover boy," he joked. Lee blushed deep red again, before pulling off Paul's
T-shirt and Jeans, praying that the baggy boxers hid the massive hard one
that Paul's little peep show had given him. He cautiously slipped between
the sheets, and Paul flicked the light switch. 'I'm a heavy sleeper, so
just give me a poke in the morning to wake me up ok.' Paul told Lee. Paul
turned on his side, and nuzzled his face into Lee's hair. "Night," he
whispered. "Night" Lee replied. He however was having more trouble in
getting to sleep, he was still so excited about the day's events, he had to
keep repeating in his mind, he was a member of S Club 7, he was a member of
S Club 7. God, he hadn't even called his parents to tell them! He was glad
he'd hit it off so well with the others though, especially Paul, he seemed
a real kind and genuine guy. Lee yawned, and decided it was best to get
some sleep. He turned to face Paul, who pulled him close to his body. And
so they fell asleep, Paul with his arm around Lee, Lee unconsciously
petting Paul's chest.

This bliss was not to last Lee found, as his sleep was rudely interrupted
at 3am that morning. In the dark, Paul's arms were flailing, and he was
shouting out. "No, No, Bradley Nooooooooooooo."

CHAPTER 4

	Lee panicked for a moment, before realising Paul was having a
nightmare. Quickly he pulled Paul close to him and began petting his
head. He whispered to him 'shh shh Paul, its Ok, it all Ok'. Paul's
flailing stopped, and his shouting reduced to a quite sobbing. Lee pulled
Paul's face closer to his; he could feel the wet drip of tears falling from
Paul's eyes, he gently wiped them away. He was shocked then, to feel Paul's
hand move up behind his head, and pull him to his face. Their lips touched,
and Paul pushed his tongue against Lee's lips. Lee put up little
resistance, and accepted the kiss. Paul sucked gently on Lee's tongue for
several moments before pulling away, his hands continuing to caress Lee's
head and back, his hands slowly moving down to Lees bubble butt. Lee lay
still, too shocked by what had just occurred. He looked up at Paul, his
eyes were still closed, and he seemed to be sleeping.  Lee's hand brushed
Paul's pierced nipple, and Paul let out a deep sigh.

	Lee slowly moved his face down to Paul's chest, and began to suck
lightly on the pierced nipple prompting further moans from Paul, who
tightly pulled Lee to him with one hand. With the other, he pushed back the
covers, exposing his boxers. Lee noticed he was now fully erect, at almost
eight ½ inches.  The uncut head poked just from the top of the boxers,
which by now where soaked with precum. With his free hand, Paul slowly
caressed his throbbing cock. Paul's breathing rapidly increased as he ran
his hand up and down the shaft, faster and faster. Lee ran his hand lightly
up Paul's chest, and lightly licked the ring with his tongue. This sent
Paul over the edge and he moaned aloud, a dark stain appearing on his
boxers. He wrapped both his hands around Lee, and whispered to him 'Thank
you'. Again, Lee looked up, but this time, Paul's eyes were open.

	Lee and Paul were not the only ones awake at this ungodly hour of
the morning. In his room, Jon, unable to sleep, groaned, and stepping out
of bed made his way to the adjoining bathroom. He flicked the light-switch,
and quickly shut his eyes against the blinding light. He felt sick again,
deep inside his stomach. He knocked on the CD player as he stepped into the
shower and turned on the water.  He gasped as the warm water hit him, and
slowly began to wash himself. On the stereo, the second S Club album began
to play. Jon heard his own voice through the cascade,

	I can't stand to see you sad,
	I can't bear to hear you cry,
	If you can't tell me what you need,
	All I can do is wonder why.
	Someday, someway (there's no need to cry)
	Someday, someway (cause I wonder why)
	Someday, someway, maybe you'll understand me.

	As the song played, and the water flowed, Jon began to sob. Slowly
his sobbing grew, and he doubled up, tears falling from his eyes as fast as
the water from the shower. 'Why', he gasped between breaths 'Why, why?'. He
fell back against the wall, and slipped down, ending crumpled on the shower
floor. Amid the noise of his tears, and the cascade of water he could be
heard to whisper a single word...

	'I, I'm sorry I didn't mean to' Lee grasped wildly for an excuse to
explain his actions. Paul placed a finger to his lips, silencing
him. 'Shhh, Shhh Lee, Its ok, I don't mind'. Paul's lips on his silenced
any further protest Lee could have made. The kiss lasted briefly, a
fleeting kiss, but to Paul it was THE kiss. Paul pushed himself up onto his
knees, straddling Lee. "I don't know why, but ever since I laid eyes on you
this morning I felt I needed you" Paul told Lee. "I'm not scared or worried
when I'm with you, you're different to the others. I've never never felt
this way about someone, let alone another boy." Paul looked down into Lee's
eyes; they plunged into his soul again. He had only known Lee a few hours,
but looking into those eyes it was like he'd known him forever. He needed
to tell Lee how he felt, and he wasn't afraid. "Lee, I love you". Lee's
eyes sparkled, and Paul felt himself sucked in by them. "I know," replied
Lee "I love you too and I want to be with you." Paul was close to t ears
again; how could this boy be so wonderful? How could he fulfil all his
dreams with those few simple words? "I want to be with you too" Paul told
Lee.

	Slowly Paul began to kiss his way down Lee's body, running his
tongue sensuously down him chest and around his nipples. As he reached
Lee's boxers, he pulled them back gently with his teeth, exposing Lees
throbbing erection to the cool air of the room. Lee could do little but let
out a gentle sigh.  Paul slowly ran his tongue up the shaft, and lee threw
his head back gripping Paul's arms. Paul loved the scent of Lee, his boyish
smell, and the faint odour of raspberries from his hair gel. Paul opened
his mouth, and with one long, deep, plunge took all of Lee's 7" into his
mouth. Lee bit his lower lip and whimpered. The feeling was electric. No
pleasure in the world could have prepared him for this. Paul began bobbing
his head, slowly at first, but then faster and faster up and down Lee's
cock. Lee's breathing rapidly increased, and his grip on Paul's arms turned
them white. Paul reached back with one hand and slowly massaged Lee's
balls. This was too much for Lee, who threw his head back, shooting 6 times
into Paul's mouth, Paul swallowing greedily. He pulled off the spent Lee,
and looking at him raised an eyebrow and giggling licked his lips. He lay
down next to Lee again, and whispered in his ear " I think I am going to
like having you in the Club". Lee smiled, and locked in each other's arms,
the two fell asleep.

	At breakfast the next morning, the full new S Club was finally
assembled. Lee and Paul were first to the table, and after last nights
events sat chatting happily and laughing. Next to enter was Tina, followed
shortly by Rachael. Both greeted the boys a happy morning, and went to get
some food from the breakfast bar. Next, came Jon, looking exceedingly
tired. Paul gave him a flash smile as he came in and beckoned him to sit
with them. Jon groaned and slumped down beside Paul, his head on the
table. 'You alright Jon? Long night' he asked. Jon looked at him eyes
glaring 'You have no idea', before slumping his head back on the
table. Finally, came Tina, with a well-rested Jo. She seemed chirpier than
yesterday, but glared at Lee when she saw him, ignoring him for the whole
breakfast.  The breakfast passed without much event, apart from Lee almost
choking on his orange juice when Paul chose to let his wandering hand
wander just a little bit too high.

	Following breakfast came the formalities of signing the
contracts. Yet, Lee seemed oddly distracted during the process, though none
but Paul knew why. Jon too seemed to have something on his mind, and sat
glum faced the whole time. He managed a weak smile when Lee was formally
welcomed to the band, but excused himself straight afterwards. Lee too said
that it was best for him to get back to his Kingston apartment; he hadn't
had a wash or a shower, and needed some of his own clothes.  He declined an
offer from both Rachael and Paul to drive him - both who were returning to
their own apartments - as he preferred to take the train. As he left the
room, he inconspicuously squeezed Paul's leg, promising he would be back
that night.

	Lee bounded from the station to his apartment, humming and bouncing
his way home or was it home any more? He reflected. He reached the second
floor studio just after 10am, and pushed open the door. He stood in the
entrance of the large open plan studio, his flatmate Justin was sitting in
his dressing gown eating cereal at the breakfast bar. He had, quite
evidently, just got up. Lee made a point of sighing out loud. "Up late
again, and such a mess, I don't know how I bare living with you." He
giggled. Justin swung around on his stool to face him. "Why, if it isn't
the famous new member of S Club 7, I presume" Lee nodded. Justin grinned,
"I knew it and so my famous flatmate returns home from a night where
exactly?" "Oh, just with the band you know, now I'm famous and all "replied
Lee, laughing out loud. "And now, I want a shower" he added, throwing down
his bag.  Justin surveyed Lee as he headed for the shower door. 'Oh, and by
the way' he added as Lee opened the door ' what happened to your clothes!'
Lee turned and grinned "You wouldn't believe me if I told you".  He dodged
quickly behind the door before the pillow hit him.