Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 23:51:55 -0500
From: musicfan <musicfan@subdimension.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go #13

Disclaimer:

   The following story is the thirteenth installment in an on going series
about Stephen Gately from Boyzone and what I imagine to be the story behind
the beginning of his relationship with Eloy de Jong from Caught in the
Act. I have no contact with either person, nor know any of the members of
either group.

   As with many of the stories here on nifty, there are explicit scenes
within this storyline and if you are wondering whether you should be
reading this, don't go on.  However, should you wish to continue, please
enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think of it.

    MF


***


     Stephen looked around the room as he dumped his clean laundry on the
bed.  The place was a disaster area.  Shaking his head, he went around
picking things up.  Then he grabbed his suitcase and folded all the clean
laundry into it, leaving himself some clothes to get into.  After taking a
shower, he dressed and tossed his shaving kit into the suitcase.  Closing
that, he began rummaging around the room, dropping trash into the
wastebasket.  Remembering what was also in the basket, he made sure he
carried that down and emptied that into the waste bin out back.

     It was warm out in the back yard.  He could hear kids giggling next
door and they were banging the door open and closed until a voice inside
yelled at them.  With a grin he turned and went back into the house.  It
was pretty quiet without the rest of the family there to make noise.  He
looked at his watch as he climbed the stairs.  He still had about an hour
before his ride came.  He put the basket back and pulled the suitcase off
so he could make the bed.  Finally, when he was done with that, he looked
around the room.  Tony's side was still a mess.  He started to toss
scattered clothes into the laundry bin so Tony could do his own laundry
when he got home.  There were piles of books and magazines lying around the
floor too.  Stephen picked them up and sorted them on Tony's bed.  Under
one of the comics, he saw something odd and picked it up.  It was a porn
magazine.  Tony had been keeping it inside the comic to read.  He laughed
out loud and flipped through some of the other comic books.  A lot of them
were the same.  His brother had grown up a bit while he was gone.  He made
sure to put them back inside the comics.  No need to tick their mother off.
But boy, if she ever got a hint of those being in the house, Stephen hoped
it happened while he was on the road!

     It was time to go downstairs.  He picked up the suitcase on the way
out and carried it down the stairs, trying not to thump it against the wall
as he went around the corner.  Finally he made it down the stairs without a
mishap and left the suitcase by the front door.  Walking back to the
kitchen, he sat down to write a note to let his mam know he had taken off.
A horn sounded in the street and he knew that Jamie had arrived.  He was a
bit early, but that was okay with him.  Better to get on the road than sit
around and wait.  He gave a cursory look around the kitchen to make sure he
hadn't left anything on, and went out the front door, dragging his suitcase
behind him.

      Jamie was waiting outside and grabbed his bag as he came down the
walkway.

      "How are you, Stephen?" he asked, his soft southern lilt betraying
his Waterford roots.  Jamie had left his home county for life in the big
city.  He was one of the regular drivers for Stephen when he was home, and
they had known each other for years.

      "Grand, Jamie.  And yourself?" Stephen asked.  He opened the door
over the van and got in the front seat so he could sit next to Jamie.

       "Not bad at all, Stephen." Jamie closed the back door of the van and
got into the driver's seat.  Starting the van, he pulled away from the curb
and headed towards the airport.  "Life is good.  You know what I mean?  The
wife hasn't complained in a week, the kids haven't broken anything.  What
more can I want?"

        Stephen laughed.  "I guess not much."  They chatted a bit about
stuff in town as they made their way through the busy streets out to the
airport.  The terminal where Stephen was to get dropped off was fairly
quiet, so Jamie just dropped Stephen off at the curb and gave him a jaunty
wave as he took off.

         There were mainly business travelers in the terminal, and
apparently no fans in sight.  Stephen went to the flight desk and checked
in, leaving his suitcase checked in at the desk.  Clutching his ticket, he
stopped for a cup of coffee from the vendor outside the gates and went in
to wait for his flight.  There weren't many people at the gate just yet and
he sat down to wait with his coffee.  It wasn't long before his flight was
called and he tossed the empty cup in the trash as he walked up to the
flight attendant.  She passed him through fairly quickly and he was able to
get to his seat and sit down for the flight over to Heathrow.

          As he looked out the window, he tried to think about what was
going to happen when he met up with Eloy.  Worrying on a hangnail, he
played over in his head all the possible things that could happen.  Eloy
had sounded so strange over the phone.  He hoped that things were all
right.  His mind was whirling in circles, going over their conversation
again and again.  One of the things he knew might come up was that if Eloy
had made a decision about wanting to see more of him, was the how and when
of them doing it.  And Stephen had been thinking a lot about this over the
past few months since they had last met.  He had spent quite a few nights
looking up at the ceiling, going over what had happened and what he'd like
to happen in the future.  And he knew deep within that if he got the chance
again, this time there wouldn't be any holding back.  He had to go for
it... to know that at least he had made the attempt.  For a long time now
he had felt there was something missing in his life.  It increased when he
saw the lads with their girls, having a special someone to go home to.
Someone he didn't have.  For ages now, they had encouraged him to find
someone, but being on the road wasn't the easiest way to find a lifemate.

        "Coffee, Mr. Gately?" A soft voice asked and he looked away from
the window to smile at the flight attendant.

        "Yes, please." He said, and reached out a hand for the cup.  "Thank
you."

        "Cream or sugar?" She asked, holding out a tray.  He shook his
head.

        "Is there anything else I can get you?" The woman smiled back at
him.

        "No, the coffee is fine, thanks." He said.  She went on to the next
passenger and he took a sip of the coffee as he turned back to the window.
He felt a jar as the plane pulled away from the gate and headed off to the
runway.  It wouldn't be long now.  The hop from Dublin to London wasn't
that far and it seemed the no sooner did they take off that they were
landing again.

        The attendants came through to take their trash and Stephen handed
the cup back over to the attendant as she passed through.  He still hadn't
been able to come to a resolution about Eloy and knew that he'd just have
to see what happened when he got to the hotel.

       The plane pulled up to the gate and he was getting off and getting
his luggage.  He made his way through the gate to find a small group of
fans waiting for him as he entered the main terminal.  He stopped to sign
autographs and chatted with them for a bit.  One of the girls was waiting
for Ronan and he told her that the other lads weren't coming in today
because their recording session got moved back.  He hated the thought that
she'd be waiting there all day when no one else was coming.  With a smile
and a wave he left them and went to look out and see if George was there.
The familiar people mover was parked up against the curb and he lugged his
suitcase over.  George was leaning against the back bumper and waved.

       "Hullo Stephen," George said, taking the suitcase and tossing it
into the boot.  "Is this it then?"

        "Hey George.  How are you?  And yes, that's it." Stephen said as he
stood back and let George open the door for him.  They got in and headed
out of the airport and into London.  Traffic was light for mid afternoon,
so soon they were inside the city proper and heading to the hotel.  It
wasn't long before they pulled up in front of the Whitehall and Stephen
could get out.  He waved to George as he pulled out of the drive and turned
to the doorman who was waiting with the door open.

       "Good afternoon, sir.  Can I take your bag for you?" The doorman
asked as he passed.

       "No, thanks.  I can get it," he said smiling as he walked past and
into the lobby. He took off his sunglasses as he entered.  The lobby was
quiet and he was able to check in with no problem.

        "Mr. Gately, there's a message for you," the receptionist said as
he turned to go to his room. He turned back and she handed him an envelope
with the hotel name stamped on the front and his name written in broad
strokes across the front.  Nodding in thanks, he took it from her and
headed off to his room.  He was up on the 4 floor and the ride up was
short.  Getting out, he wandered down the hall looking for his room.
Eventually he found it and he tucked the letter into the back of his pants
so he had his hands free to open the door.  Kicking it wider, he dragged
his suitcase inside and closed the door.  He put it on the stand and sat
down on the bed, pulling the envelope out of his back pocket.

       For a moment he just stared down at it, reading the writing on the
front.  It was definitely Eloy's writing.  Smiling slightly, he opened the
back and pulled the sheet of paper out.  It didn't have much on there,
other than "Room 615 - Give me a call, E." on it. He chuckled and reached
for the phone.  Punching in the number, he listened to it ring.  On the
third ring Eloy picked up.  "Hello?"

      "Hey there.  I'm here and got your message." Stephen said.

       "Great!  Want to come here or should I come to you?"  Eloy asked.

        "I'll come up.  See you in a bit?" Stephen felt a flutter at the
bottom of his stomach.  He enjoyed the idea of this unknown encounter and
trusted in the fates that everything would come out okay.

        "Ja, I'll be here." Eloy said and they hung up.  Stephen went over
to the mirror and looked at himself.  He made a face and ran his fingers
through his hair, trying to get it into some semblance of order.  With a
sigh he gave up and made sure that the rest of him was reasonably
presentable before heading upstairs.  He grabbed the key where he left it
on the bed and opened the door.  Peeking out, he noticed the exit sign for
the stairs and headed there.

        Climbing the 2 flights took no time at all and he found Eloy's room
easily enough.  He knocked.  A moment later Eloy opened the door and they
stood staring at each other.  Eloy had a big grin on his face.

        "Hey," he said.

         "Hey yourself," Stephen couldn't help but grin back.  They stood
for a moment just grinning at each other until a door opening down the hall
brought them back to where they were.  "Going to invite me in?"

         "Ja, ja!" Eloy laughed and grabbing Stephen's hand, pulled him in
the room.  "Get in here, you!"  He closed the door and turned.  Stephen had
walked into the room and was looking around.

         "Wow, you rate better than I do.  Much bigger than what I have
downstairs!" Stephen laughed.  "Look at this bathroom! You could have a
party in the tub alone!"

            "Hmm, there's a thought!" Eloy said cheerfully.  He was
thrilled that this had worked out and the Stephen was here.  They had so
much to talk about.  "I think I scared the poor lady at the reception desk
when she saw how big I was."  He chuckled.

            "Well, it worked in your favor, didn't it?" Stephen asked with
a smile as he turned to look at this friend.  Eloy was still grinning.
"Well, you look like the cat who got the canary."

           "Do I?" Eloy said with a laugh.  "Well, maybe I do.  Come on in
and sit down.  I had some coffee sent up."  He gestured to the table over
by the window and they went over to sit down.  Pouring out coffee, Eloy
handed Stephen a mug and they just looked at each other for a moment.

         "Stephen," Eloy started.

        "E, I've been..." Stephen stopped as he realized they were both
trying to talk at the same time.  They laughed.  It was like the months
they had been away from each other hadn't even occurred.  Stephen found it
was often like that with Eloy.  They always picked up like they hadn't
spent any time apart.  "All right.  You first."

       Eloy smiled.  Now that he had made the decision to call Stephen and
get together, everything just seemed so right.  Stephen sat opposite with
the mug in his hands.  He was wearing a green t-shirt that was tucked into
his jeans.  The green picked up some interesting highlights in his eyes.
"Where to begin though?" He said quietly.

      Stephen smiled back.  "Wherever you want to begin," he said.  He took
a sip of his coffee and peered at Eloy through his lashes.  Eloy was
looking rather good today in a button down shirt that was opened halfway
down.  He was wearing a gold chain that could be seen dangling against his
tanned chest.  He had one arm over the back of his chair and his coffee
much resting on his knee.

     "Ah, therein lies the question, doesn't it?" Eloy said softly.  He
knew that Stephen was watching him.  "Well, better make the best time of
it, since we don't have a lot here."  Stephen didn't correct him on that
just yet.  He was curious about where Eloy was going to go with this
conversation, first.  "Stephen, I've been thinking a lot about what
happened in France.  And I do mean a lot."

    Stephen put down his mug and leaned both arms against the table. He
nodded.  "So have I."  He said softly.

     Eloy looked up from where he was toying with the mug.  "Ja?  Well, in
the time we've been apart, I haven't thought of much else."  He paused for
a moment, at a loss for how to go continue.  Stephen stayed silent, just
watching Eloy.  His stomach had a bit of a flutter in it as he waited for
the words he wanted to hear.  He sent a silent prayer upwards that this
would all work out.

     "I thought about what was happening, and whether this might just be a
rebound.  But Stephen, I don't think that's the case."  He looked up from
where he was playing with the mug and stopped for a moment as he stared
into Stephen's gorgeous blue eyes.  "I find that I want to spend more time
with you.  That's why I called. It's not a case of want anymore.  It's a
case of need."  He swallowed. "I think I've fallen in love with you." He
looked down again, not able to look and see what Stephen's reaction might
be.

     Stephen started breathing again.  He hadn't realized he had been
holding his breath.  And while he had been hoping to hear those words, he
hadn't really been expecting it. He found himself trembling.  Eloy had his
eyes closed, waiting for a response.  Stephen opened his mouth, but
couldn't get a sound out. He licked his lips and tried again.
Nothing. Finally, he decided that actions were going to have to speak for
him.  He got up and went around the table to where Eloy was sitting.
Kneeling down, he placed his hand over Eloy's around the mug and rested his
face against Eloy's knee.  Startled, Eloy opened his eyes and looked down
to see Stephen resting his cheek on his knee and looking up with him with
tear-filled eyes.  His heart melted.  Trembling, he reached out his other
hand and wiped a tear off of Stephen's cheek.

  "Oh, don't do that." He begged softly.  Stephen tried to say something,
but again nothing came out.  He leaned his head against Eloy's hand and
pulled the coffee mug out of the other hand.  Putting it on the table, he
looked up at Eloy silently.  Everything he wanted to say was in that look.
He turned his face and kissed Eloy's palm.  He could feel Eloy trembling.
He felt himself doing the same. Eloy traced his lips as he turned again to
look up.  He then reached out and pushed up off of his knees and pulled
himself level with Eloy.  They kissed.  Eloy pulled him onto his lap and
they continued to kiss. Stephen wrapped his arms around Eloy's neck and
cuddled against him.

   After a few moments they pulled back and looked at each other.  Stephen
smiled and stroked Eloy's cheek.  "I know I love you, Eloy.  I've known it
from that first night in Disney.  And probably before then, to be
honest. But I also know how hard it's been for you, and I didn't want to
push things."

    "Ja?" Eloy was surprised with how definite Stephen sounded.  He had
hoped that there might be something there, but had remembered how casual
Stephen had tried to be about the whole thing and wasn't sure.  To hear
Stephen say the words loosened a knot inside of him that he hadn't known
was there.

    "Ja," Stephen mocked him softly with a smile.  They stared at each
other for a moment, lost in their own revelations.  Eloy then hugged him
tight and sent a silent thanks to whatever deity was watching over them at
the moment.  He pulled back again.  "God, I wish we had more time.  There's
so much to talk about."

     Stephen looked down and his face flushed.  Eloy found it rather
interesting how easily his fair skin showed so much.  "What?"

     "Well, right after I got off the phone with you this morning, I got a
call from Louis' office that our recording session had to be pushed back."
Stephen said, looking down.

      "Oh?"  Eloy asked, surprised.

      "Yeah, apparently the engineer he wants isn't available.  So we don't
go into the studio for a few more days.  So right now, we have all the time
in the world to talk.  If talking is what you want to do," he said with a
tiny smile as he looked up at Eloy.

      "And what else would you be considering doing?" Eloy asked, laughing.
Stephen blinked and tried to look innocent, but couldn't hold the look for
long.  He leaned back and laughed louder.  "Oh Stephen, you're a gem.  Do
you know that?"

       "I don't know about that," Stephen protested.  "But hell, E, its
been a while."

         "Ja, it has, liefje. Too long."  Eloy stopped laughing and looked
down at Stephen sitting on his lap.  He then became aware of the fact that
Stephen knew that he had become aroused by their kissing.  "So what are you
proposing we do about it?"

         "Oh, I don't know," Stephen said idly, as he lightly plucked at
the remaining buttons on Eloy's shirt and reached inside to caress a
nipple.  A sharp intake of breath let him know that his attentions had not
gone unnoticed.  "Something that didn't involve leaving the room is what I
had in mind."  Eloy rubbed his hand along Stephen's back in slow circles,
up to where his hair brushed against his shirt collar and down to where the
t-shirt was tucked into his jeans.  He closed his eyes as Stephen pulled
back his shirt and started sucking on his other nipple. His hand crept
lower to caress the jeans covered bottom.  Pulling Stephen closer he
started sucking on Stephen's ear, his hand slipping into the back of his
jeans.  He hesitated for a moment when he didn't encounter any underwear,
but Stephen wiggling on his lap soon put any other thoughts out of his head
as he stroked Stephen.  A moan escaped Stephen. He raised his head and
started French kissing Eloy.  Eloy found his other hand being pulled onto
Stephen's lap and he stroked the erection he found there.  He was even more
excited now that he knew there wasn't anything between them other than the
cloth of the jeans.  Groaning, he sucked Stephen's tongue into his mouth
and bit lightly, his fingers playing with the button on the jeans.  It
didn't take long to get it undone and the zipper down.  Stephen was
breathing heavily, having Eloy touching him both in front and back.  He
pulled back a moment and arched his back as Eloy stroked a long finger down
between his cheeks while at the same time grasping him in the front.

    "Oh!"  He gasped and squirmed.  Eloy chuckled.

     "Ik behoefte bij de liefde bedrijven aan jou." He growled softly,
stroking Stephen's erect penis, which by this point had escaped the
confines of his jeans.

      "What?" Stephen breathed softly.

      " Ik behoefte bij... I want.."  Eloy was panting now as Stephen
rubbed against his own erection.  "de... to ... de liefde bedrijven
... er... make love to you.  Please." He almost gasped when Stephen reached
a hand down between his legs and rubbed him. "Please. Alstublieft."

         Stephen slipped off of his lap and he whimpered as his hand came
out of Stephen's pants.  He stood in front of Eloy, his penis pointed
straight out like a banner.  Stephen laughed when he looked down. "Guess
there isn't any doubt there, is there?  C'mon, darling.  What are you
waiting for?"  He asked, his hand stretched out.  Eloy was a bit startled
at being called darling.  He immediately flashed back to his dream and
wondered for a moment how much of it was a dream.  He reached out and
Stephen grabbed hold of him, pulling him to his feet.

         "Afwachten aan minuut, liefje." Eloy said softly as he stood up.
He pulled Stephen into his arms and rested his chin on the younger man's
head.  "Verhuren ons aanvaarden dit langzaam."

          "Eloy," Stephen said just as softly as he pulled out of the hug
to look up.  He placed his hands on either side of Eloy's face.  "As lovely
as it is, I can't understand a word you're saying,"

         Eloy felt a sense of frustration in trying to articulate what he
needed to say.  He kept on forgetting the language barrier, and had to halt
and translate into English what he was trying to say.  "I'm sorry.  I
wanted us to wait a minute.  This is special, and I don't want to just rush
things along... not like this...I..." he paused, searching for the right
words.

        Stephen understood perfectly.  He pulled Eloy's head down so that
he could kiss him.  "All right," he whispered against Eloy's lips.  "We do
it your way.  Slow."  He pulled back and stared up into his lover's eyes.
They stared at each other a moment and then Stephen reached down and put
himself back into his jeans.  "Though darling, you're making it awfully
hard at the moment."

       "I'm sorry," Eloy said. He reached out and lightly caressed
Stephen's cheek.  "I don't know if I can put it into words.  But the first
time we were together..." he paused, trying to find the right words for
what he wanted to say.  "It was... incredible.  And I want to do more than
just go to bed with you.  It wouldn't be right, or fair to what I'm
feeling.  To what I hope we're both feeling.  I don't think I'm saying this
right...." He trailed off.

      "No, you're saying it all perfectly.  I think this is rather sweet,"
Stephen smiled.  "And I agree.  So come here," he said softly, holding out
his hand.  Eloy placed his hand on top of Stephen's and allowed himself to
be pulled over to the bed.  He obediently sat where Stephen indicated and
watched with bemusement as Stephen walked over to the mini bar at the other
end of the room.  He snapped off the little security tag and rummaged about
inside, muttering softly to himself.  He pulled something out and snagged
two wineglasses from on top of the bar and came back to the bed.  Eloy
smiled as he saw what he had in his hands.

     Stephen paused at the table and put the glasses down.  Then he twisted
off the top of the small bottle of champagne and gave Eloy a wry grin.
"Not the most elegant of packaging, but it will have to do, because there
is no way I'm calling room service."  He poured half of the bottle into
each glass and picked up the glasses.  Coming back to the bed, he sat down
next to Eloy and handed him a glass.  They clicked their glasses together
in a silent toast and each took a sip.

      Stephen made a face.  "Not the brand I would have picked either.  Ah
well, beggars can't be choosers, can they?  It's a start, though."  Eloy
chuckled.  Stephen smiled back at him and then looked around the room.
Eloy waited to see what he was going to do next.  Stephen sighed, then took
Eloy's hand and pulled him down off the bed with him onto the floor.  He
followed obediently, being careful not to spill the champagne.  Stephen
then kicked off his sneakers and sat cross-legged.  Eloy followed suit,
kicking his own loafers off and over to the side.  He then put an arm
around Stephen's shoulders and pulled him against him.  Stephen leaned back
with a sigh and rested his head against Eloy's neck.  He took another sip
of his champagne as Eloy's fingers idly stroked his chest.  "Actually, this
isn't half bad after the initial sip."

     "Mmmmm," Eloy agreed, breathing in Stephen's cologne and closing his
eyes.  He was glad they had pulled back and decided to take things slowly.
He kissed Stephen on the back of the neck.  Stephen tilted his head forward
and start planting small kisses along the hand resting on his chest.  Eloy
couldn't help himself, and pulled at Stephen.  He leaned backwards into
Eloy's arms and looked up at him.  There was a glint of mischief in his
eyes.

      "Hey now, who was it that wanted to take this slowly?" He teased.
Eloy grimaced, caught by his own words.  Stephen laughed softly.  He found
the sound magical.  Stephen took another sip of champagne and pulled Eloy's
head down for a kiss.  The taste of the champagne in his mouth sparkled
along his tongue as Stephen kissed him. He tightened his arms around
Stephen and held him close.  Their lips parted and Stephen lightly licked
him with his tongue.  He then kissed Eloy on the nose and rested his head
against Eloy's neck with a sigh.  "God, this is good."

      "Ja," Eloy murmured, his eyes closed.  He rubbed his hand down
Stephen's ribs and along his hip, pulling at his thigh to pull him onto his
lap.  Stephen snuggled in closer and kissed him on the neck, taking little
bites as he went. He traced the path of the chain around Eloy's neck with
his tongue.  Eloy whimpered, his resolve to take it slow eroding in the
face of this latest assault.  Stephen stopped at the sound and looked up.
"Sorry.  Is this too fast for you?"  Eloy shook his head.  "Good." Stephen
said.  He had gotten curious as to what was too fast.  He was also enjoying
himself immensely. He went back to what he was doing and Eloy leaned his
head back against the edge of the bed, lost in the sensations coursing
through his body.

      Stephen found that the position they were in was a bit awkward for
what he wanted to do and he pushed himself off Eloy's lap.  Eloy opened his
eyes so he could watch what was going to happen next.  He felt a bit
helpless at the moment.  Stephen went to his knees and straddled Eloy.
Eloy was fascinated to see that his blue eyes were darker.  He sat waiting
to see what Stephen would do.  Stephen settled himself back down on Eloy's
lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.  Pulling him close, he kissed
Eloy lightly on the lips, then nose.  He moved from cheek to cheek.  He
then went to one ear and licked it.  "I love you," he whispered softly.  He
then nibbled his way from one ear to the other and whispered some more.
"Did I mention I find you quite sexy?"  Eloy laughed softly. He stroked
Stephen's back, lightly tracing patterns along his ribcage as Stephen
continued moving from one ear to another, whispering.  His comments got
more personal as he started describing how it felt to sit against Eloy, and
feel his hands stroking his back.  Eloy felt himself getting aroused at
Stephen's comments, and he pulled up Stephen's shirt so he could run his
hands against skin.  Stephen lost his train of thought for a moment when
Eloy did this and just buried his face against Eloy's neck.

     "Let me get this off you," Eloy murmured, tugging the shirt up.
Stephen pulled back and allowed him to pull the shirt over his head.  He
tilted his head to one side and looked at Eloy through his lashes.  A small
smile played around his mouth.  Eloy rested one hand against his neck
before tracing a finger down his throat and across his chest, following the
path of hair there.  A trail of goosebumps followed the path his fingers
took and he smiled at Stephen's reaction.  Good.  At least he wasn't the
only one being affected by what was going on. He found the thought settled
him a bit.  He circled his fingertip around a nipple and watched Stephen
shiver.

      "Jij vierkante dus fijn," he said.  Stephen opened his eyes and
smiled, not understanding a word he was saying.  He knew how hard it was
for Eloy to switch languages.

      "I don't understand, honey." He said softly, lightly brushing the
back of his hand against Eloy's cheek.  Eloy sighed, and tried to recompose
his thoughts back into English.

      "I'm sorry.  I keep on forgetting.  What I said was that you are very
handsome."

      Stephen looked startled.  "Me?"

      "Ja, you." Eloy said with a grin.  Stephen shook his head in
disagreement.

      "Flattery will get you anywhere, hon, but you don't need to say that.
Now you, on the other hand... mmmm, you are absolutely tasty." Stephen
said.

      "Tasty?" Eloy laughed.  "Now that's a first."

      "Is it?  Good!" Stephen said, pleased with himself.  "Because I find
you very tasty indeed." He leaned forward and kissed Eloy.  "Delicious in
fact."

      "You changed the subject, you know." Eloy's eyes glinted with
amusement.  Stephen pulled back, startled by his comment.  "About your own
devastating good looks."  Stephen rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"They are, you know."

      "Please."  Stephen said pulling back and making a face.  "Passable,
I'll give you.  But devastating?  I don't think so."

       "I do," Eloy said simply.  "I find you very handsome.  And I find
the fact that you don't think so rather adorable."  Stephen made another
face and tried to look away, but Eloy raised a hand up to his chin and held
him in place.  "No, don't look away.  Looks don't matter to me.  What
matters is what's behind the face.  In the heart. And what I see of yours
is something beautiful."

      Stephen closed his eyes for a moment.  "Thank you.  That's very
sweet." He kissed the hand holding his chin and opened his eyes again.  "I
still don't agree, though," he said with a lopsided smile.

      "Well, then, we'll have to agree to disagree," Eloy replied and
slipped his hand around to the back of Stephen's neck, stroking the hair
there.  Stephen shivered with reaction. "Now come back here."  He pulled
Stephen forward and wrapped his arms around him.  They were nose to nose,
staring into each other's eyes for a long moment before Eloy kissed
Stephen.  Stephen slipped his hands inside Eloy's shirt and rubbed his
chest, running his nails lightly over Eloy's nipples.  Eloy moaned against
his lips and pulled him tighter.  His hands wandered over the taut jeans,
kneading Stephen's rear. He pulled on the jeans, raising Stephen off of his
lap a bit as he brought his head down to suck on a nipple.  Stephen gasped
and arched his back as Eloy grazed his teeth against the hard nipple. His
hands held Eloy's head against him as he tried to ground his hips against
Eloy's.  He reached a hand between his legs and felt Eloy's erection in his
own jeans.  He knew he was moving fast, but going slow wasn't an option
anymore.  He pushed Eloy off to the side and they slid away from the bed
and lay prone on the floor, Eloy on his back with Stephen kneeling above
him.  He pulled back and stared down at Eloy, who had flung his head back
against the floor and was pressing his hips up against Stephen's hand.

    "Not going too fast now, am I?" Stephen panted, pressing hard against
the lump in Eloy's jeans.

     "No!" Eloy gasped.  "You're doing just fine.  Don't.... stop."

     "I don't plan on it, darling," Stephen said, his voice dropping an
octave in the heat of his desire.  He pulled Eloy's shirt out of his jeans
and dropped down to lick his way from nipples to belly button.  He lightly
tugged on the ring piercing Eloy's abdomen with his teeth.  Eloy groaned
and ran his fingers through Stephen's hair. All he wanted at this moment
was to get out of their clothes and make love.  The need was burning inside
him so much it was a physical ache.  Stephen worked his way lower and
pulled on the button of Eloy's jeans with his mouth.  Eloy tried to help
him, but he batted the hands away.  "No, let me do this my way."  He pulled
up and ran his nails down Eloy's chest, leaving red streaks.  Eloy was
panting now and watching him with half-closed eyes.  It was his dream all
over again.  The feathery brush of lips and tongue touching here and there
created a fire inside.  As one of the hands crept close to his face he
turned his head and greedily sucked on the fingers.  They teased him,
dipping into his mouth one by one and letting him pull them in. The other
one rippled through his hair, then along his chest again.  They pulled out
of his mouth and tickled their way down his arms, pulling the shirt down.
He found his arms trapped by the shirt, unable to raise them.  He opened
his eyes and saw Stephen kneeling above him with a wicked grin on his face.

      "What are you up to?" He asked softly.

      "Hush," Stephen said and lowered his mouth down to Eloy's stomach
again.  He pulled on the stubborn button until it came loose and looked up
at Eloy in triumph.  "Finally!"  He pulled on the zipper with his teeth and
opened the jeans.  "Mmmmm, what do we have here?"  Eloy's penis was
straining against his briefs.  Stephen lowered his mouth and lightly bit
it.  Eloy's breath was coming in staggered gasps as Stephen devoted his
attention to that part of his body for a few moments.  He struggled to free
his arms but couldn't, trapped as he was by his shirt.

    "Stephen!" He gasped.  Stephen looked up, his eyes dark with desire. He
had been rubbing himself against Eloy's leg as he sucked on him. "I need to
touch you... please let me go."  He tried to reach a hand down, but the
sleeve didn't give him much room to move.

    "Nah, I don't think so," Stephen said.  He finger walked his way from
Eloy's crotch to his mouth and ran a finger over Eloy's lips. "I kind of
like you the way you are right now."  He was enjoying having the upper hand
for the moment and proceeded to tease Eloy mercilessly.  He lowered his
body against Eloy and rubbed himself against Eloy's penis, eliciting
another gasp.  He lowered his lips and kissed Eloy's neck, biting his way
from shoulder to earlobe.  A few moments later he was upended as Eloy
moaned and bucked himself over on top of Stephen.  A rip could be heard as
he pulled his arms out of the shirt and wrapped himself around Stephen.

     "Screw this," Eloy said as he pinned Stephen to the floor.  He ran his
hands through Stephen's hair and leaned down to kiss Stephen deeply.  "I am
not laying still while you're driving me crazy, honing.  And that's what
you're doing right now."

     "Am I?" Stephen smiled up at him and continued to grind himself
against Eloy's leg.  He was getting even more turned on as they went, and
Eloy taking control of the situation was a great turn on to him. He tugged
at Eloy's jeans, pulling both them and the briefs down his legs.

     "Ja, you brat.  You are." Eloy growled and flattened himself on top of
Stephen.  "Now stop that!" He said as Stephen fondled his butt.  "You're
distracting me."

      "Is that what you call it?" Stephen laughed up at him.  "What am I
distracting you from?"

      "This." Eloy leaned down and sucked on Stephen's lower lip, then
thrust his tongue deep inside the other man's mouth.  Stephen moaned and
wrapped his arms around Eloy.  He pulled him down and locked his legs
around Eloy's waist, pumping his hips upwards. Eloy's erect penis met with
jeans and he sighed in frustration.  He pulled back and bit his way down
Stephen's chest, sucking on his right nipple for a moment.  Stephen tossed
his head back, hips straining upwards.

      "Godverdomme, Ik behoeven je dadelijk!" He gasped and reached down to
pull open Stephen's jeans again.  He ignored the ripping sound as he pushed
them down around Stephen's legs.  "Liefje," he said urgently, pulling
Stephen's head back towards him.  "Ik liefhebben je."  He locked his lips
on Stephen's and rested his body on top of him.  Stephen's hands crept up
into Eloy's hair, pulling him down.  He didn't need words anymore.  Didn't
want to hear them or to say them.  But as they ground their hips together
urgently, a little sanity came back to him and he pulled his mouth away
with a gasp.

    "Baby, you didn't think to pack us anything...?" He asked, pulling Eloy
around to look at him.  Eloy tried to focus in on what he was saying, but
it was hard.  He wasn't thinking at all clearly.  Slowly the words sank in
and he dropped his head to Stephen's shoulder.  He nodded as he tried to
get his breathing under control enough to answer.

     "Minuut," he gasped.  Stephen stroked his back as he slowed down and
nuzzled Stephen's neck affectionately.  "Ja. Wait a minute." It was
physical agony to get up from where he was.  But Stephen was right.  They
couldn't take chances.  And he had packed accordingly, in the hopes that
this would work out the way he wanted.

     He crawled on hands and knees, kicking his jeans off his feet as he
went over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer.  Inside was a box of
condoms and he pulled the whole box out. Looking back, he saw that Stephen
hadn't moved a muscle since he had gotten up.  He lay with arms spread,
legs flat, jeans pulled halfway down his thighs.  Eloy found it incredibly
sexy.  Stephen was breathing heavily, sweat gleaming along the length of
his body.

     He took a couple of breaths himself, trying to get things under
control.  He crawled back to where Stephen lay and kissed him.  Stephen
wrapped his arms around Eloy's neck and hugged him tightly.

     "Let's do this right," Eloy whispered into Stephen's lips.  "Let's get
into bed."  Stephen nodded, rubbing his head against Eloy's cheek as he
agreed.  Eloy moved back and pulled Stephen up, pushing the jeans down
around his ankles as he stood up.  Stephen smiled and stepped out of them,
then moved to lean against Eloy.  He looked up and ran his hand through
Eloy's hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

      "Ready?" Stephen asked him with shining eyes. He looked down into
those blue eyes.  The same ones that had laughed at him in his dreams.  He
almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he was awake, it all seemed so
unreal.

       "Ja," Eloy whispered.

       "What are we waiting for then, love?" Stephen tugged on his hand and
led him to the bed.  Pushing him back onto the bed, he pulled the box of
condoms out of his hand and put it on the nightstand.  He pulled two out
and crawled on top of Eloy.  Giving him a kiss, he silently handed one over
while he shimmied down over Eloy.  Reaching his destination, he planted a
kiss on Eloy's penis and opened the package. He was eager to begin.  He
lightly licked the head before rolling the condom down. Then he covered it
with his mouth, sucking hard.  Eloy gasped and pressed his head down.  He
worked his way up and down, and reached with one hand to stroke between the
older man's legs.  Eloy spread his thighs, giving him full access.  His
fingers stroked and fondled, teasing as he barely entered him from behind
and then withdrew.  He continued to bob up and down, sucking Eloy's length.
Moans answered him and he knew he was doing it right.  He heard Eloy gasp
his name and he looked up, poised over the tip.

     Eloy looked down.  What he felt was absolutely incredible.  His dreams
couldn't even compare to the reality of what was happening.  As he called
Stephen's name, Stephen pulled up and looked at him, the head of his penis
still surrounded by those incredible lips.

     "Stephen," he urged again.  "I need to taste you, too.  Please,
babe. I need you."

      Stephen smiled.  He gave one last nip and pulled himself up to lock
lips with Eloy.  They kissed for a bit before Eloy urged him around.  He
obliged, crawling over in the other direction.  He groaned as Eloy's lips
encircled him and pushed himself down on Eloy's face. He heard the rip of
the package as Eloy opened the other condom and reluctantly pulled himself
off.  Oh, how he wanted to be able come inside him! He wanted to taste him,
if only for a moment.  But it was too soon for that. He promised himself
that there would be a time that he could.  He crouched down and began
sucking on Eloy as the other man wrapped the condom around him.  Eager
hands pulled him back and he settled down, head pumping up and down,
fingers stroking eagerly.  He felt Eloy press a finger inside him and he
pushed against it. He did the same and felt Eloy buck beneath him in
response.  Every step of the way he matched what Eloy did to him.  They
worked each other to a fevered pitch, the sweat from their bodies making
them slide against one another.  Eventually, with one last pull, he came.
Involuntarily, he pulled his head back and shouted as Eloy continued to
suck on him. He grasped Eloy and pulled. He shot into the condom and could
feel Eloy's tongue pushing on the wetness inside.  It felt like he was
coming forever before it slowed and he collapsed down on top of Eloy.  He
was panting heavily, breath coming in gasps.  Eloy didn't last too much
longer and was soon doing his own shooting.

     They lay like that for a few moments, each lost in their own world.
Stephen stirred when Eloy caressed his bum and he pushed himself up,
looking underneath him. Eloy smiled at him and beckoned upwards.  He
smiled, and nodded, then rested his cheek against Eloy's stomach as he
worked up the energy to move.  Eventually he did, crawling over and around
Eloy until they came face to face.  Eloy kissed him and stroked the damp
hair off of his forehead.

     "Ik liefhebben je, Stephen." He whispered against Stephen's lips.

     "I love you too, baby." Stephen replied.  "See?  I'm learning."

     Eloy laughed with delight.  "Ja.  You are.  Come lie down here.  I
need to hold you for a while."  He pulled Stephen on top of him and Stephen
snuggled down, resting his sweaty head in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Goed?"

     "Yeah. Good."  Stephen said, nuzzling his neck.  They lay, entwined
together, letting their breathing slow.  Stephen drifted off to sleep,
listening to the strong beat of Eloy's heart beneath him.