Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 22:57:50
From: musicfan@indabox.com
Subject: Where Do We Go #33

Disclaimer:

   The following story is the next 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.

   This chapter goes out to KT, who called this my tease chapter. Thank you
for the inspiration for the latter half of this chapter and I hope you're
still out there reading.


    Cheers!

    Musicfan


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     The lateness of the hour was brought to them from the ringing of the
hour on a church's bells somewhere in the city.

   "Is it really that late?" Stephen murmured sleepily, wrapped securely in
Eloy's arms on the blanket.

   "Ja, it is." Eloy replied, his lips brushing Stephen's temple.  "I
suppose we should head to bed soon."

   "Mmmm," came Stephen's soft reply.  He was quite comfortable where he
was and wasn't really interested in moving at all.

   "Kom mee, zusje." Eloy said.  He moved, dislodging Stephen from his
spot. "Time for bed."  Stephen looked up with a slight pout before sighing
and taking Eloy's proffered hand. Eloy pulled him up with a grunt and they
picked up their glasses. Eloy picked up the blanket and Stephen grabbed the
pillows and together they made their way down the stairs.

   "Don't worry about the lock," Eloy called over his shoulder as Stephen
paused to close the trap door.

   "Nah, it's okay.  If I drop anything, you can catch it with your head."
Stephen said with a chuckle.  Eloy rolled his eyes in response as he
watched Stephen carefully make his way down the steps.  He left the blanket
in the pantry and opened the door so that Stephen could pass through.
After closing the door behind them, they deposited their empty wineglasses
in the sink and went into the living room.  Stephen dropped the pillows on
the sofa and followed Eloy into the bedroom, turning off the lamp as he
walked by.

    The hallway was dim, with only a little light illuminating the
passageway from the bedroom.  Stephen cautiously walked down the hall, not
wanting to trip in the dim light.  Eloy wrapped his arms around Stephen's
waist as he walked through the door and he gave a little jump in response.

    "Sorry, I didn't meant to startle you." Eloy apologised.  Stephen
smiled.

    "Nah, it's me.  Always jumping at shadows," he said.  He leaned into
Eloy's embrace for a moment before pulling away. "I need to wash up.  Be
back in a flash."  He turned and grabbed his overnight kit and took it to
the bathroom.  Once there, he started his nightly ritual of washing up,
brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. Eloy drifted in and sat on
the toilet to watch him.

     "Stephen, I was thinking something." He said as Stephen brushed his
teeth. After he finished that, he started the water and used the soap to
scrub his face.

     "Mmmm?" Stephen replied before splashing water to rinse. "What's
that?"

     "About what we'd like to do tomorrow.  Anything special?" Eloy leaned
on the sink and looked up at Stephen.  Stephen shrugged.

     "Nothing in particular.  Just being together works for me." He smiled
down at Eloy and tweaked his nose.  "What do you have in mind?"  He wiped
the excess water off his face and dried it off with the towel.

     "Well, probably lunch or dinner with Luci and Mama.  Whichever you
prefer."  Eloy said. Stephen shrugged, not having a preference for either.
"Well, if lunch, we can perhaps go out for a boat ride if you'd like."  He
saw how Stephen's face lit up at the suggestion and knew it was a good
idea.  "That way, we'll have dinner for ourselves.  You fly out the next
morning, right?"

     "That's right," Stephen nodded.  "Figured we might as well as get as
much time as possible together."  Eloy smiled reassuringly and he grinned.

     "Ja, I agree with that.  I just wished we could have a bit more time
together," Eloy sighed and stood up so he could wash up before heading to
bed.  Stephen put a hand on his arm to stop him.

    "And we will, in a couple of weeks. We'll just work what time we have
into when we can get together, all right?" He looked up at Eloy
searchingly.  Reluctantly, Eloy nodded.  Stephen turned the water back on
and switched places, letting Eloy get ready for bed while he sat on the
toilet and watched.  As he sat there on the lid while Eloy cleaned up, he
thought of the future and a time when this would be a daily ritual.

    "What are you smiling about, liefste?" Eloy asked, noticing the
unfocused expression on Stephen's face.  He turned off the water, startling
Stephen back into the present.

    "Oh, nothing," he said offhandedly as he got up from the seat and
followed Eloy back into the bedroom.

    "Nothing, huh?" Eloy asked skeptically.  He pulled his shirt over his
head and tossed it into the laundry bin by the door. Stephen leaned against
the doorframe and watched him.  Eloy turned to see him standing there and
grinned. "Like what you see?"

    "Absolutely," Stephen said with a small smile.  Eloy's face was in
shadow since he had his back to the lamp. "Please, keep up with the show."
Eloy gave a low laugh. He dropped his hands down to his waistband and
hooked his thumbs into his jeans.  After swiveling his hips suggestively he
started to approach Stephen.

    "But it's so much more fun with a willing participant," he drawled
softly.  Stephen looked up as he got closer but stayed where he was as Eloy
stopped in front of him.  He reached out with one hand and stroked Eloy's
cheek before trailing it down his chest.

    "Perhaps," he said softly. He pulled his hand back before it touched
Eloy's jeans. Eloy stood in front of him waiting for a moment. Then he
backed up and without looking away from Stephen, turned a switch on the
wall. Classical music started playing and he impatiently hit the button to
select another station. A song familiar to both of them started on the
radio and Eloy left it where it was.  Eloy waited for a moment and then he
began to dance. The sound of George Michael's voice came through the sound
system and Stephen watched, captivated by Eloy's dancing.  Eloy sang along
as he danced.

    "So good...
     You're divine
     Wanna take you, wanna make you
     But they tell me it's a crime!
     Everybody knows where the good people go
     But where we're going baby
     Ain't no such word as no!

     Baby, I'm your man
     Baby, I'm your man
     You bet!
     If you're gonna do it, do it right - right?
     Do it with me
     Come on baby,
     Please don't leave me here, to do it on my own..."

    He held out his hand in an invitation as he sang the last word and
Stephen moved out of the doorway to join him.  Eloy grabbed his hand and
pulled him close.  Stephen matched the swaying of his hips and they moved
together in a sensual dance.


     "If you're gonna do it, do it right - right?
     Do it with me

     "Now listen
     If you're gonna do it - you know what I say?
     If you're gonna do it don't throw it away
     Don't throw it baby"

    Eloy continued to sing along with the song, directing the words towards
Stephen.  He wrapped one arm around Stephen's waist to hold him against his
hips and with the other, started unbuttoning Stephen's shirt and reached in
to stroke Stephen's chest the way he had been stroked earlier.

    Stephen tilted his head back and felt Eloy's lips on his chest. Between
the dancing and the words Eloy was singing, he was lost in a haze. The feel
of Eloy's hips against his own was very erotic and he got lost in the
primal feeling that was coursing through him.  He barely noticed when his
shirt drifted to the floor at their feet because Eloy started sucking his
nipple, tonguing it roughly before working his way up to Stephen's neck.
When he got level with Stephen's ear, he began singing again.

    "Because
    I'll be your boy, I'll be your man
    I'll be the one who understands
    I'll be your first, I'll be your last
    I'll be the only one you ask."

    He paused to dip his tongue into Stephen's ear and the younger man
gasped.  Stephen raised his arms up to circle around Eloy's neck and hold
him close.  Eloy responded by lifting him up and pulling him against his
hips.  Stephen wrapped his legs around Eloy's waist and he continued moving
against him.  Eloy supported him by wrapping his arms around Stephen's back
and supporting him so he could look down at him. Stephen stared up at him
as he continued the song.

     "I'll be your friend, I'll be your toy
     I'll be the one who brings you joy
     I'll be your hope, I'll be your pearl
     I'll take you halfway 'round the world!"

     As the song continued to play, Eloy danced backwards until the back of
his legs touched the edge of the bed.  He slowly sat down so that Stephen
was on his lap and they kissed as the song played out to the end.

     For Stephen, it was like a bolt of electricity coursed through him at
the end of the song.  He had been thinking of just taking it easy this
weekend they were together because Eloy had been working so hard and had
been so tired.  But between the wine and Eloy's singing and dancing, any
plans he had of a simple nighttime cuddle were blown away by the burst of
desire he felt.  When he pulled away from the kiss he looked deeply into
Eloy's eyes and saw a corresponding need there.  He lovingly ran his hands
through Eloy's hair, spiking it up as he did so before he rested his hands
on the other man's shoulders.  He pushed him back so that he hovered above
him on the bed.

    Eloy looked up at Stephen. The light from the lamp lit up his face and
Eloy could see that Stephen's eyes looked like they were a deep blue as he
stared down at him.  He was content to let Stephen take the lead, and found
that when he was aggressive like this, it was rather exciting for him. He
pumped his hips in an invitation for Stephen to continue.

    Stephen bit back a groan in response to Eloy's actions.  He was already
on fire from their foreplay and he had to forcibly slow himself down
because he really didn't want to rush anything.  Now that he had made the
decision, he found he wanted to take his time making love to Eloy. He
stroked his hands down Eloy's chest, kneading roughly.  Eloy responded with
a moan and reached out to reciprocate.  Stephen leaned into his touch,
feeling the magic that his fingers created within.  He raised himself up a
bit before settling down more firmly, up against the erection in Eloy's
jeans.

   Eloy closed his eyes when Stephen did this.  A gasp escaped him and he
looked up at the man above him, eyes filled with desire.  Stephen leaned
forward and kissed him, delving into his mouth with his tongue. He could
taste the sweet wine that they had been drinking and it only fueled his
need more.  Hands reached up to hold him close and he responded by going in
further, his hands involuntarily running all over Eloy's body.  He was
vaguely aware of a Janet Jackson song playing in the background and it made
him pause when he realised it was Got 'Til It's Gone.  It was one of his
favorites and he let the sultry song spur him on.

   He pulled back from the kiss before bending forward to nibble lightly on
Eloy's lip before trailing kisses down his jaw.  Eloy stroked his fingers
through Stephen's hair in encouragement, content to let him take charge. He
worked his way down Eloy's chest, pausing here and there to devote some
extra attention to parts of Eloy's body that held his attention.
Eventually, he slipped down in between Eloy's legs and rested his cheek
against the older man's crotch.

    "I need you, baby," he rasped in a low voice, filled with anticipation.
Eloy let out a soft cry in response and pressed him against his erection.
Stephen closed his eyes and gently bit at the hardness before him,
eliciting another gasp. He reached for the button and tugged it open. Then
he pulled the zipper down and reached past Eloy's briefs.

    A moan met his actions and he looked up for a moment to watch Eloy's
face before returning to the object of his desire.  By this time he had
pulled down the jeans and extracted Eloy's penis. He rested his face
against it, stroking the back slightly.

    "Stephen," Eloy gasped, pulling at his arm to get his attention. "Baby,
please."

    "What?" He asked, looking up at his lover.  Eloy pulled on him to come
up on top of the bed again and he reluctantly acquiesced.  He moved over so
that he was lying on top of Eloy.  Eloy wrapped his arms around him to keep
him there.

    "Let's take this slow, all right, zusje?" Eloy said, looking up into
Stephen's face.  "It seems every time we get together we just rush too
much.  I want to take it slow this time."  He pleaded with his eyes.

    Stephen smiled down at him and kissed him on the nose. "I'm not
intending to rush anything, darling. And yes, I know what you're going to
say," he said, forestalling Eloy's next comment. "We need to talk about
taking precautions."

    Eloy smiled. "You know me too well, don't you?  Well, actually, I do
want to say something about that.  I've been thinking a lot about the last
time we were together.  Stephen, I love you and you've been
wonderful. You've been patient with me long past what anyone else would
have been.  And I thank you."

    "I love you, baby," Stephen said, his eyes reflecting his
emotions. "Patience has nothing to do with it."

    "It does. And I love you so damn much that sometimes it hurts, knowing
you're so far away from me each day." Eloy said.  Stephen closed his eyes
in response to Eloy's comment, almost brought to tears by the simplicity of
it.  "I know how frustrating it has been for you lately. And I also thought
a lot about what happened in London."  Stephen made a questioning sound at
the last comment. Eloy didn't notice it.  "So, when I came back, I went to
see my doctor."

    "Oh?" Stephen opened his eyes to look down at Eloy with a curious
expression on his face.  "You got tested, didn't you?"

    "Ja, I did." Eloy replied, nodding. Stephen silently waited for his
response. He looked up at the younger man who was waiting so patiently for
him to continue. "Negative."

     Stephen closed his eyes briefly and leaned down to kiss Eloy. When he
pulled back, he looked down at Eloy and smiled. "Thank you, baby. For going
through the trouble."

     "It was about time I did so, don't you think?" Eloy asked with a
smile.  Stephen's smile grew even larger, if possible, at his answer.

    "Well, you know something?" He said, pausing to kiss Eloy again. "I
think we were on the same wavelength."

    "Oh?" Eloy asked.  Seeing the glint in Stephen's eyes he found himself
holding his breath, waiting for him to say the words he wanted to
hear. Stephen nodded knowingly.

    "Yeah, oh. I did the same thing in London. I called the office just
before I got on the plane," he said. At Eloy's silent question he
winked. "Same results."  Eloy hugged him tight and pulled his head down for
a kiss. Stephen heard him whisper something very softly in Dutch and he
wondered if he should ask what he meant.  He got distracted from that
thought when Eloy rolled them both over in the bed so that they were lying
side by side.

   "Stephen, I love you." He said, his eyes shining brightly. He struggled
to put in words what he was feeling at that moment and felt at a loss to
explain it all. "Thank you, baby. Thank you for allowing me into your life
and into your heart." He pulled Stephen close so that they were cheek to
cheek. "You've made life so special for me. I can't put it into words."

   Stephen clung to Eloy, losing the battle in keeping his composure. His
heart rang with each of Eloy's words and tears ran down his cheeks. "I love
you so damn much," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't imagine a life without
you there with me.  And no matter what it takes, we're going to make this
work.  Even if I only get a day or two here and there with you, it will be
enough until we can be together all the time."

   "Stephen, please don't cry, baby. We'll have our time together.  We'll
make it work." Eloy stroked Stephen's back pulling his head back so he
could look at him in the eyes.  "Ah, love, you're breaking my heart.  I
didn't mean to make you cry, baby. I love you."

   "I love you, darling." Stephen made a concerted effort to stop crying,
slowly hiccuping as he did so.  "Oh damn."  They both started laughing and
Eloy gently patted his back to try and help him stop them.  When it only
seemed to make matters worse he pulled away and went to go get Stephen a
glass of water.  As he got out of the bed he tripped on his jeans, which
Stephen had pulled down around his ankles earlier.

   "Verdomme," he swore softly as he reached out and grabbed the wall as he
fell over.  The sight of him falling over caused Stephen to break into
laughter, which was interspersed with loud hiccups as he gasped for breath.
Eloy stepped out of his clothes and ran to the bathroom to get a glass of
water.

   By the time he came back, Stephen had been reduced to just the hiccups
and he winced in sympathy at the painful sound of them.  He sat down on the
bed and helped Stephen sit up and gave him the glass to drink.

     Stephen gratefully took the glass in his hand and drank it in a bid to
stop his painful hiccups.  It wasn't until after Eloy had gone back for a
second glass that he was able to get them to stop.  When he had drained the
glass, he fell back in the bed with a sigh.

     Eloy leaned over him, concerned. "Are you all right?" He asked softly.
Stephen nodded, all of his energy spent.  Eloy gently reached out and
stroked one tear-streaked cheek. "I'm sorry."

    "It's okay," Stephen said a bit breathlessly.  He didn't want to start
another round of hiccups again.  "I should be used to this.  It used to
happen to me all the time when I was a kid.  I'd get all emotional about
something and end up with the worst case of hiccups. You'd think I would
have grown out of it by now."

    "Why did it happen to you as a kid?" Eloy asked curiously. Stephen had
never really talked about his childhood other than comments here and there
about his sister.  He rested his head on the pillow next to Stephen and
watched him quietly.

    "Occasionally kids in the neighbourhood would pick on me, you know the
kind of thing.  I was awfully sensitive about that kind of stuff," Stephen
said. He rolled over carefully so that he was facing Eloy again.  "It
probably didn't help that my sister threatened to thrash them.  I got a
rash of shite over that, too."

    "Was it rough?" Eloy asked sympathetically. Stephen looked a bit
startled at the question.

    "Rough?  What, growing up where I did?" At Eloy's silent nod he shook
his head.  "No, it was grand.  I mean, we didn't have much, but we stuck
together, you know?  And my folks were great with helping us get what we
wanted.  We may have had to work a little harder to get it, but at least it
was ours."  He smiled when he thought about it.  From what he knew of
Eloy's upbringing, they had had totally different experiences, Eloy's
family being a lot more affluent than his own had been. "And I had my share
of friends, so it wasn't like I was on my own, or getting slagged on all
the time."

    Eloy smiled at the look on his face. "Sounds like a normal enough
childhood."

   "Yeah, for the most part. We were always there for each other, even if
we did end up like sardines in a tin sometimes." Stephen smiled and
wrinkled his nose at Eloy.  "Why so curious about my family?"

    Eloy shrugged. "Just want to know what made you the person you are
today.  There's so much I want to know."

    "Nothing earth shattering, you know," Stephen replied with a
laugh. "About as normal as anyone else's, I suppose." He felt a bit awkward
talking about himself. He thought of himself as more of a listener than a
talker.  As he sought to change the topic to something more neutral he
realised that while he was still half-dressed, Eloy was lying completely
naked in front of him.  Involuntarily he blushed.

    "What?" Eloy asked, seeing him become suddenly reticent.  "What is it?"

    "E, look at us.  We're lying here in bed talking." Stephen laughed,
struck with the ridiculousness their positions.

    "Ja, so?"

    "Eloy," Stephen said, trying to hold back his laughter. "You're
starkers." Eloy looked down at himself with a mild look of surprise, as if
just noticing it himself.

    "Ja, and how did I get that way, hmmmm?" Eloy asked with a smile. He
knew that Stephen could be shy about things sometimes, but this one had to
take the cake, he thought to himself.

    "Well," Stephen said, "I don't have a clue."  He tried to roll back
from Eloy's grasping hands but failed to move away in time.  Eloy rolled
him onto his back and straddled him triumphantly.

    "Ja, you do. It's your fault!" Eloy said as he laughed down at
him. "You've got no one to blame but yourself!"

    Stephen admitted defeat and laughed up at Eloy. "Yeah, but if I'm going
to be blamed for something, at least I can get to have fun doing it."  They
shared a smile at how silly they were being. Eloy leaned down and gave him
a sweet kiss, his lips barely brushing Stephen's.  He opened his eyes and
focused on Stephen's face, trying to memorize every part of it.  A tiny
smiled played on Stephen's lips and he found himself fascinated with them.
He licked his own lips in anticipation before leaning down to give him
another kiss.

    Stephen surrendered willingly to Eloy's kiss.  Every time Eloy touched
him a shiver raced down his back. He reveled in the feelings that were
coursing through him.  He had never in his life felt the way he did when he
was with Eloy.  It struck him again how perfect they were for each other.
He couldn't have hoped for a better person to share his life with. He
pressed the palms of his hands against Eloy's chest and stroked it lovingly
before wrapping his arms around Eloy's ribcage. He kept Eloy in that
position while the kiss lingered on.

   Eloy licked Stephen's lips with his tongue as they finally parted before
dropping feathery kisses all over his face. He had dreamed about this time
for so long that he ached with the need to make everything perfect for
Stephen.  As hard as their separation had been for him, he knew it had been
much worse for Stephen.  He was so sensitive that Eloy was half afraid that
it was going to be too much for him to take. That was why he was so adamant
about them taking things slow.

   Stephen was lying flat on the bed, content to let Eloy stay in charge.
This night had been magical for him, and even with the hiccups, he didn't
regret a moment.  As Eloy kissed his face, he also felt their bodies
brushing together while Eloy propped himself up on his arms.  The feel of
Eloy's legs straddling his hips made him aware of the fact that he was
still confined to his jeans.  And Eloy's actions weren't making him very
comfortable.  He really didn't want to move, but the increasing pressure
was getting to be distracting.

   Eloy became aware that something had changed because he paused and
looked down at Stephen.  "Is something wrong, liefste?" He asked softly. A
pained look passed across Stephen's face and he grew concerned.

   "Nothing that popping a few," Stephen grunted softly as he reached down
and unbuttoned his jeans.  "Buttons can't handle."  He smiled reassuringly
up at Eloy. "Sorry."

   Eloy smiled understandingly. "Let me help you, then." He stroked his
fingers down through the dark hair on Stephen's chest and scooted back so
that Stephen's waistband was exposed.  He pushed Stephen's hands out of the
way, resting them on his thighs while he gave his attention to Stephen's
predicament.  He couldn't resist teasing Stephen by caressing him through
the fabric.  Stephen moaned softly, caught by his amorous motions.
Involuntarily, he flexed his hands and ran them up the insides of Eloy's
thighs.  When he encountered the hardness before him he allowed himself to
get distracted from what Eloy was doing to him.

   Eloy grunted in response as Stephen stroked his penis. He worked his way
past the layers of Stephen's clothes until the jeans were open before him.
He gently disengaged Stephen's hands before moving back so he could pull
the jeans off of Stephen's hips.

   As Eloy exposed him, goosebumps raised all over his body in response. A
trembling began and he clutched the sheets in an effort to control himself.
His body wouldn't obey his commands and he could only watch helplessly
while Eloy maneuvered the pants down his legs. Patiently he waited for Eloy
to return to him, wanting to savor the taste of his lips again.

   After a few moments, Eloy returned, a smile on his face as he kissed his
way up from Stephen's foot to his leg, stroking every bit of him that he
could reach as he went. He hovered over the tattoo on Stephen's hip before
working his way past his belly and up his chest, kissing his way along.
Finally, he was covering Stephen's body with his own and as he leaned down
for another kiss, they were both startled when they got shocked with a
spark as their lips touched.

   "Wow," Stephen said in wonderment. "I've always heard that term, but
never knew they meant it literally!"

   "Ja, what does that say about us then?" Eloy asked, his eyes laughing
merrily.  "What's going to happen next?"

    "I don't know, darling, but I can't wait to find out!" Stephen
exclaimed with a laugh of his own.  He hugged Eloy close to his chest and
tried to think of a way to express the way he felt at the moment.  Words
couldn't begin to describe the love that filled every part of his being.

     They lay entangled in each other's embrace for a long time, Eloy
content to listen to Stephen's heartbeat under his ear as he pressed his
cheek against Stephen's chest. Stephen ran his fingers through Eloy's hair.
This moment of quiet between them was just as good as making love to him.
Eloy shifted his cheek so that he could gaze up at Stephen's face.  Blue
eyes stared down at him for a moment before giving him a wink.  He grinned
and pressed his lips against Stephen's chest, kissing him.

     Stephen sighed contentedly. "E?" He asked softly, his voice barely
carrying down to where Eloy lay.  Eloy was lightly caressing Stephen
wherever he could reach, but it was a lazy drawing of circles on his skin
rather than the firebrand touch that they had experienced together earlier.

     "Ja?" He responded in the same tone.

     "Someday, will you remind me of this moment?" He asked, his voice
drifting down to Eloy.

     "If you wish, zusje." Eloy promised. "But why do you ask?"

     "Because," he said as he tugged on Eloy to urge him up. Eloy responded
by crawling up on Stephen until they were almost nose to nose. "I want to
savor this moment before we really make love for the first time like this."
Eloy's breath caught in his throat when he looked at Stephen's shining
eyes. "And I do so want to make love with you tonight."

     Eloy was at a loss for words, captivated as he was by Stephen's
gaze. He reached out with one trembling hand and cupped Stephen's cheek
with it. Gingerly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Stephen's in a
kiss. He was filled with an indescribable feeling as he looked into
Stephen's eyes.

     "Stephen?" He whispered softly, holding Stephen's gaze with his
own. "Please make love to me, baby. I've been waiting for so long now."