Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 04:13:44 From: Jeff Langdon <jeff_langdon@hotmail.com> Subject: Westlife Romance - Chapters 24 This story is pure fiction and involves the members of Westlife. I am in no way implying anything about the sexuality of any of their members. This is purely a fictional story. Enjoy! I would really, really appreciate some feedback on the story...so please send any comments and/or suggestions to jeff_langdon@hotmail.com. I would love to hear from you!! * * * * * * * * * Westlife Romance - Part 24 The brief conversation between Nicky and Bryan was enough to bring Shane and Mark out of the studio into the hallway where Bryan stood. "What's going on?" Shane asked. "Where's Nicky?" Bryan didn't bother to answer. All he did was stare in the direction where Nicky ran. It was as if he was hoping that Nicky would somehow change his mind and come back. "Bryan?" Mark asked. "You okay?" Bryan gathered his emotions together. "I...I'm just going to go for a walk. I'll go back to the hotel later on..." Bryan grabbed his bag and walked into the darkness, ignoring Shane and Mark's calls to him. He didn't know how long he had been walking but somehow he ended up in a quiet bar some blocks away from the studio. "At least no one here would recognize me," Bryan thought. If this was Ireland or the UK, he would definitely have been recognized and swarmed already. Bryan sat at a table in the corner and drank can after can of beer. If only he could forget Nicky...and what he said at the studio. But no matter how much beer he consumed, he could hear Nicky's words so clearly. "I don't love you...I don't love you...I don't love you..." Those four words kept repeating themselves in his head, as if it was a condemnation of his profession of love to Nicky. It must have been a couple of hours later when a young man in his early 20's sat down at Bryan's table. Bryan had to admit that he was awfully attractive and his cock certainly confirmed that. They made small talk for a while and the next thing Bryan knew, he was kissing the man in his bedroom, they were both naked and groping each other. The pure lust that Bryan was feeling was something new to him. During this time, Bryan finally got Nicky out of his mind. All he wanted was to have wild, passionate sex with this attractive man. Some more time passed and now they were both in bed, all over each other. The man flipped Bryan's legs skywards, ready to insert his cock into his virgin asshole, when an image of Nicky suddenly flashed across Bryan's mind. This startled Bryan to the point that he pushed the man onto the floor. "What's the matter?" the confused young man asked as he got up off the floor. Bryan's heartbeat was racing, his mind spinning. Looking around, he frantically grabbed his clothes and put them on hurriedly. "What's wrong?" the man asked again. "I...I have to go," Bryan stammered. "This was a mistake...a huge, fucking mistake..." Before the man had a chance to react, Bryan stumbled out of the room, his movement slowed by the effects of the alcohol. He made his way to the street. He really had no idea where he was so he continued wandering around. * * * * * * * * * * * * Nicky watched another happy couple walk by the bench where he was sitting. "They looked so content, so peaceful," Nicky thought. They reminded him of his early days with Kian. Things were so perfect back then...but now everything was gone. Nicky stared at the clear, night sky, thinking about how things have changed so much. Then there was Bryan. He thought he knew Bryan so well...he had always treated Bryan as his younger brother, as his best friend. But never did he imagine that Bryan would have feelings for him. "Oh God, this is so confusing," Nicky bemoaned. Soon he gave up trying to think things through, it was a hopeless situation. So he got up from the park bench and headed back to the hotel. Nicky walked down the deserted streets slowly and deliberately. He was still trying to figure out what he would say and do when he saw Bryan. He knew what he said at the studio was cruel and hurtful, but what else was he to do? As he opened the door to the hotel room, he saw that the room was empty. He took off his jacket and was about to go ask Shane where Bryan was when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Rushing to the bathroom, he got to the toilet just in time as he vomited violently. "Fuck, not again!!" Nicky muttered. As he finished cleaning himself up, he heard the door open. Nicky emerged from the washroom just in time to see Bryan tumble to the floor. "Oh God!" Nicky gasped as he saw Bryan lying on the floor. He knelt beside his friend and tried to help him up, but Bryan was a lot heavier than he thought. With a lot of effort, Nicky finally managed to get Bryan over to his bed. The smell of alcohol almost made Nicky vomit again. He quickly closed the door and grabbed some warm cloth. For the next hour, Nicky tended to Bryan, cleaning him up, and helping him get to sleep. All this time, Bryan never opened his eyes and never said a word. By the time Nicky got into his own bed, he was exhausted and soon he drifted off to sleep. * * * * * * * * * * * * Bright sunshine flooded the room when Bryan woke up the next morning. He had a splitting headache and the events of the previous night were a blur. As his mind cleared, he realized that he couldn't have gotten changed and into bed by himself. He was too drunk to do that. "Nicky..." he whispered. It was at this time that the door opened and Nicky emerged. The older boy immediately rushed to Bryan's side. "You feeling better, Bryan?" "Yeah," Bryan answered sheepishly. "Sorry for putting through all that trouble." "Don't worry about it...I'm just glad that you're okay." Then there was silence. But this time, it was an awkward silence, a silence that highlighted a sudden distance between the two boys. Finally, Nicky spoke up. "Bryan, I think I need to talk to you about last night..." ...to be continued.... * * * * * * * * * Hope you enjoyed this segment. Let me know what you think!! I'd love to hear any comments/ideas/questions. Please e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com.