Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 04:20:44 +0000
From: Music Fan <musicfan@burntmail.com>
Subject: Where Do We Go  #63

Disclaimer:

   I do apologise for the delay in getting this next chapter to you. Thanks
to the vagrancies of free email services, I found that I had to find a new
home for my email, as subdimension was shut down earlier this month.  You
should be able to reach me at this new address, and I hope that I will be
able to update this story in a more timely fashion.  Now, to the obligatory
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.

   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 write me to tell me what you think of it.

    Cheers,

    Musicfan


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     Eloy waited impatiently in the departure lounge at the airport,
annoyed with the news that his plane was delayed.  Heavy fog in Gdansk had
kept the incoming flight from taking off, which meant an indeterminate
amount of time until his flight could leave for London.

     He paced restlessly, unaware of looks of annoyance that greeted his
back and forth movements.  It seemed that inadvertently, events had
conspired against him.  He gave a sigh and stared out the window moodily.
It felt as it every moment lost was that much less time he had with
Stephen.  Eloy resented the delay, his whole being yearning to be already
in London and with Stephen.

     The time crawled as he waited, but move along it did until he saw a
plane pull up to the gate.  Passengers began to disembark in a seemingly
endless stream.  To Eloy, it felt like they would never stop coming out.
Eventually, the last person left the departure gate, thus allowing the
ground crew to board and ready the plane for the flight to London.  Time
began to move again as they finished their preparations, allowing the
attendants to board their new passengers.

     Eloy waited in line, eager to be underway.  After handing his ticket
to the woman, he walked down the ramp and boarded the plane.  He had booked
himself a first class seat, wanting to spoil himself with some
well-deserved legroom.  Too often he had to sit in coach, crammed into a
seat meant for someone half his size.  It was at times like that when he
envied Stephen's smaller stature, since he didn't have that kind of
problem.  He knew that Stephen would prefer to have his problem, and he
grinned to himself as he sat down, musing about their differences.

     The flight attendant in his area smiled back at him, thinking he was
flirting with her when his thoughts were all turned inwards, rather than
the world around him.  She brought him a drink, which he thanked her for,
being his usual courteous self.  The rest of the passengers were just as
eager to take off, and they boarded quickly, getting to their seats and
stowing their bags in record time.

     Eloy silently wished the plane to go faster as it moved in it's
pondering way towards the runway.  By this point, every small delay was a
personal insult, and he thought that by wishing it so, he would be able to
move things along.

     Finally they were off, the wheels retracting into the body of the
plane as it gained altitude over the city.  He looked out the window,
seeing his homeland shrouded in fog as the insidious element overtook the
coastline.  He was thrilled that they had actually made it out despite the
fog, and settled back for the short hop over to London.  He drummed his
fingers against the arm of his chair until the business man in front of him
turned and glared over the back of his seat.  Eloy apologised, only
realizing for the first time how much he was communicating his
restlessness.  He settled back in his seat and closed his eyes as he tried
to imagine his meeting with Stephen . . .

# # #

    For all the delay he experienced in Amsterdam, he got through London's
Heathrow airport fairly quickly.  It wasn't until he picked up his bag and
went through to the doors that he realized he didn't know where he was
supposed to go.  He cast about for some reference from Stephen and couldn't
come up with anything.  He opened his overnight bag and felt around for his
mobile, knowing that Stephen must have left him a message of some kind.

    Sure enough, Stephen's voice was one his mobile messages, telling him
about the arrangements for the hotel.  The tone of amusement in his voice
when he told Eloy what name to pick up the tickets at the hotel was clear
and Eloy grinned, knowing well how much that would tickle him.  With a
chuckle he shut off his mobile, not bothering to ring Stephen back.  He
would be in London soon enough.  He picked up his bag and hailed a cab for
the journey into the city, tossing his bag onto the seat beside him as he
sat back with a sigh.

    London seemed to be experiencing the same weather as the rest of
Europe, though Eloy mused that rainy overcast days were probably normal
here.  The taxi driver quickly made headway against the afternoon traffic,
cutting down tiny side streets and over to the side of town where the hotel
was.  Eloy was impressed with his skill and gave him a sizable tip as
compensation for his service.

    When he got out, the doorman backed up a pace, startled by his height
when he finally stood up.  He smiled at the man who quickly opened the door
to let him through.  A quick survey of the lobby told him that it was a
quiet hotel, and perfect for the weekend plans.  He crossed the faux
oriental carpet to the reception desk where he asked for the keys to his
room.

    "Welcome, Mr. Carr," the receptionist said with a smile. "Can I get
someone to help you with your bag?"

    "No, that won't be necessary," Eloy said, trying to make an effort to
keep his accent less heavy than it could be at times.

    "Right then," she said.  "Your room is on the 10th floor.  That would
be up the lift there and down towards the end of the hall.  Second before
last."

    "Thank you," Eloy said gravely, picking up his bag and carrying it over
to the lift.  He pushed the button, glancing idly about as he waited for it
to arrive.  It was a modest hotel, with a café off to one side of the
lobby where people were gathered having afternoon tea.  The sound of the
bell brought his attention back to the lift, which opened before him.
Stepping inside, he pressed the button to his floor and waited for it to
rise.  He could feel his stomach clenching in excitement.  Stephen was just
a few minutes away from him, and already he was trembling with excitement.

     It felt to him that he had to be on the slowest elevator on the face
of the planet.  Though it was only going up a few floors, it seemed to Eloy
to be taking its time doing so.  When the doors slowly opened onto the
correct floor, he impatiently pushed through as soon as they were wide
enough for him to do so.  A glance at the room numbers told him that the
assigned hotel room was to his left.  Hefting his bag onto his shoulder, he
made his way down the hall.  Opening the door with his key, he entered and
closed the door quietly.  He found he was trembling with excitement, the
knowledge that he was so close to his lover a sweet torture.  He had the
urge to fling the door back open and knock on the door next door, but he
restrained himself from doing so.  He was going to take the opportunity to
freshen up from his trip, as he had been in meetings in the morning and
wanted to wash before meeting Stephen.  He was glad he had packed the night
before as the meeting had gone longer than he had thought he was going to,
and he had been able to just head to the airport rather than go home and
pack first.

     Tossing the bag on the bed, he unzipped the pocket and pulled out his
cologne and bathroom kit.  He made his way to the bathroom where he ran the
water.  Taking off his shirt, he hung that on a hook and washed.  The
office where he had been meeting with the television personnel had been
extremely hot and he had been perspiring.  Not enough to be objectionable,
but enough for him to be uncomfortable.  He felt better once he was able to
put on some cologne and change shirts.  Now that he was finally here, he
felt curiously reluctant to meet Stephen.  He frowned at himself in the
mirror, trying to analyse why.  Staring into his reflection, he knew that
he was nervous.  That Stephen might have changed his mind about meeting.
What if Stephen wasn't in the room next door, having thought twice about it
and thinking that it was best that they not get together?

     He knew he was being ridiculous, but he honestly felt insecure about
coming face to face with Stephen again.  In a lot of ways, he knew that
Stephen could feel the same at times, but when he compared the two of them,
he wondered sometimes what Stephen saw in him.  There had been so much that
had gone wrong for him over the last few years that he was unable to
believe that something like this could be going right.  Stephen was so very
good looking, so sweet and funny, that he couldn't understand why Stephen
was interested in himself.

     Giving himself a mental shake, he dismissed the negative thoughts.
Reminding himself that this weekend was Stephen's idea, and that he had
been so eager to make arrangements, it was crazy to think that Stephen
would have changed his mind in the meantime.  Picking up the discarded
shirt, he stuck it in a side pocket of his bag before pulling out a
t-shirt.  Pulling it over his head, he pulled his gold chain out from under
the collar.  Running a hand through his hand, he knew that there was
nothing else he could delay, and he really didn't want to, other than the
moment of indecision in the bathroom.

     He looked at the bag, and decided to leave it behind, in case someone
saw him entering the room.  He could always come back for it later.
Nodding one last time in the mirror above the desk against the wall, he
pocketed the room key and opened the door just enough to peer down the
hall.  There was no one in sight, so he opened it wider and stepped out,
closing it softly behind him.  It was mere moments to the door next to him,
and he knocked tentatively.

     A few moments later, though it felt like forever to Eloy, the door
opened, revealing the face of his lover.  Stephen smiled and reached out to
tug on his hand, drawing him inside.  Eloy followed obediently, struck
speechless by the sight of Stephen standing in front of him.  Once they
were past the door, Stephen pushed it shut where it closed with a
satisfying click.

     "Hey handsome," Stephen said, smiling up at Eloy.  "Come give me a
smooch."  He held open his arms and Eloy eagerly stepped into his embrace,
leaning down to kiss Stephen.  The restlessness of the day finally
dissipated, reassured by the strength of Stephen's response. The kiss
lingered, Stephen's arms reaching up to snake themselves around Eloy's
neck.  When Eloy finally pulled back to look down into Stephen's eyes, he
found that he was clasping the younger man tightly in his arms.

     "Zusje," he croaked hoarsely, his throat having closed up in response
to the intense emotion he was feeling.  "Stephen. Zusje, ik mer..."

     "Shhhh," Stephen whispered softly, stroking his fingertips against
Eloy's lips.  "I know.  You don't have to say anything at all.  I know,
baby."  His eyes were shining with unshed tears as he reacted to Eloy.  He
pushed himself back and shakily pushed the hair back off his face. "Whew!"

     "Ja," Eloy agreed, grinning as Stephen broke the intensity of the
moment. "I think I agree."  They stood staring at each other for a long
moment before Stephen grabbed his hand and pulled him further into the
room.  Eloy barely noticed their surroundings as he followed Stephen into
the room.  Stephen brought him over to the sofa where they sat down without
another word.

     Perching next to Eloy, he turned to stare at his lover.  "How was your
flight?" He asked, knowing it was a really inane question, but needing a
moment to get his breathing back to normal.  He fought the urge to grab
Eloy and drag him to the bed.  There was more to their relationship than
sex, and he felt the need to examine every inch of Eloy, making sure that
he was okay after the last few weeks he had had.

     "Goed, once it got off the ground," Eloy said, relaxing back into the
cushions and following Stephen's lead.  He went on to tell Stephen about
the delays and how he had thought he was never going to get there.

     "Well, that's done with, isn't it?" Stephen said with a grin.  They
were both more relaxed after their intense greeting.  Stephen felt like he
needed to pinch himself that the time was here and Eloy was sitting beside
him.  He reached out and stroked Eloy's cheek. "And how are you doing,
hon?"  He could see the signs of strain around Eloy's eyes, and a gauntness
to his face like he hadn't been sleeping well.

    "Better, now that I'm here." Eloy replied, leaning into Stephen's
touch.  "It's been so long, hasn't it?"

     "Yeah, it has," Stephen acknowledged.  "We have to do something about
that."  With that comment, he knew that he had made the decision that come
what may, he wanted to spent as much time as Eloy was willing to give him.
Their separations had grown too painful to bear.

     "Mmmm, I agree." Eloy said, enjoying the feeling of Stephen's warm
hand against his cheek.  He had been a little frightened by the intensity
of their greeting.  It felt like his wasn't truly alive until he was with
Stephen again.  Before, he had had the distraction of performing, which had
given him a similar feeling when he had experienced the adulation of fans
at performances.  Seeing the concern in Stephen's eyes as Stephen took in
the changes in his appearance, he felt a warm spread through his chest,
healing the hurts of the last few weeks.  "How about you? How was your
trip?"  He asked, trying to keep their conversation to a normal level.

    "A short taxi ride across town," Stephen said with a grin, his eyes
crinkling up in merriment.  "Not so arduous a commute as yours."

    "What time did you get here?" Eloy asked as Stephen scooted closer. Of
it's own volition, his arm wrapped itself around Stephen's shoulders as he
held him close to his side.

    "About 3 hours ago," Stephen said.  He had been busy during that time,
going out shopping and picking up some supplies for the weekend.  He had
emptied out the room's mini bar and put his purchases inside. Then he had
watched some television to pass the time until Eloy arrived.  He leaned
into Eloy's embrace, sheltering under his arm and leaning his head against
Eloy's chest.  "I puttered about and just watched the telly until you got
here."

    "That doesn't sound too bad," Eloy mused, enjoying the smell of
Stephen's hair as he brushed his lips against the top of the other man's
head.  A sense of security filled him as he felt Stephen's hand creep
across his chest in a hug.  He tightened his own embrace before reaching
down and tilting Stephen's head back for another long drawn out kiss.

    When they both pulled back slightly from that kiss, he stared down into
Stephen's eyes.  "So what now, love?"

    "Up to you, baby.  You hungry?" Stephen asked.  Eloy mutely shook his
head.  "Want something to drink?  I have some wine, if you'd like?"

    "Maybe," Eloy said doubtfully.  Getting wine would separate them and he
didn't want that just yet.  He preferred them to stay where they were.
"No," he decided.  "I just want to sit here for a bit and hold you."

    "That works for me, baby," Stephen said softly, moving up for another
kiss.  His hand crept up so he could run his fingers through Eloy's hair.
His eyes were closed when they parted for a second time in as many minutes,
and he sighed happily.  "God, I've missed this."

    "Ja, me too." Eloy said heartfully.  "It always seems to me that life
isn't right unless you're in my arms."

    Stephen gave him a surprised look.  "Yeah?"  Eloy suppressed a laugh at
the boyish delight on Stephen's face.

    "Ja," he said, giving Stephen a kiss on the nose. Stephen made a face
at him and tilted his head so that their lips touched lightly. They held
the kiss like that for a moment before Stephen couldn't resist the
temptation any longer and parted his lips in an invitation.  Eloy felt
himself respond to the overt invitation in more ways than one as he
deepened the kiss by licking Stephen's lips and brushing his tongue against
the younger man's teeth.  Stephen opened his mouth wider, allowing Eloy to
French kiss him.

    How long the two of them kissed, neither knew.  By the time they parted
again, Eloy found himself stroking Stephen's hair and breathing heavily.
He stared into the other man's eyes, once again fascinated by the colour
change he saw there.  Stephen's eyes had darkened to a deep blue, and
unconsciously he licked his lips in a very seductive way as he stared up
into Eloy's eyes.  He reached with a trembling hand touched Eloy's face,
lost in the moment.

    "Come here," Eloy said, reaching down to pat his lap in an invitation.
Stephen didn't need to be urged further as he knelt on the sofa and moved
over to straddle Eloy's lap.  This put him at eye level with Eloy who
reached around his waist to support him.  "I need to do that again," he
said softly.

    "Yeah," Stephen said in response, leaning in to kiss the man in front
of him.  "So do I," he whispered against Eloy's lips before becoming the
aggressor and thrusting his tongue insider Eloy's mouth. Eloy moaned in
response and pulled Stephen closer, his fingers digging into Stephen's
back.  They traded taking the lead, with first one, then the other
exploring each other's depths.  Eloy's hands drifted lower, cupping
Stephen's buttocks and kneading the muscles there while Stephen ran his
hands up and down Eloy's chest.  When their kiss broke this time, Stephen
pressed his weight down on Eloy's lap, brushing his erection against Eloy's
crotch. He was shaking from the need to do more, but he also wanted more
than just sex with Eloy.  He wanted to communicate his deep need for the
other man.  He opened his mouth to articulate it and nearly lost control
when Eloy ran his tongue into the inside of his mouth.  Sucking Eloy's
tongue inside, he moved his own in circles around it, keeping the sucking
pressure up as he ground his hips against Eloy's.

    They slid sideways on the sofa as Eloy submitted to Stephen's pushing.
He ended up on his back with Stephen over him.  Stephen supported the bulk
of his weight on his arms while he rested his legs on top of Eloy.  When he
pulled back from their kiss this time, he trailed his lips across Eloy's
cheek to his ear.

    "I love you so damn much, baby," he whispered with all his being. "I
love kissing you.  I love touching you.  I don't ever want to be separated
from you like that again, baby."  Eloy wrapped his arms around Stephen's
shoulders and pulled him tight against his chest as he listened to
Stephen's pleas.  "You turn me on so much, baby.  I love the way you
smell. I love the way you taste.  I want you so fecking much. I want to
make love to you. Can I do that?"  He sucked on Eloy's ear as he heard the
man groan beneath him.  "Is that what you want, darling?  For me to make
love to you?"

    "Ja," Eloy whispered raggedly.  "I love you, too, Stephen.  I want
you. I need you.  I need to make love to you.  To show you how much I want
you.  Please make love to me. Please..."  he lost his voice towards the end
of his comment, the emotional response he felt closing his throat.

    Stephen propped himself up so that he could stare deeply into Eloy's
eyes.  They paused that way for a long moment, communicating more than they
could say in words.  Eloy lovingly brushed Stephen's hair back, running his
finger from the curtains to trace Stephen's ear.  His finger trailed down
Stephen's neck, stopping for a moment at the collar of Stephen's dress
shirt before lightly stroking across the pulse point on his neck and
finally resting his palm against Stephen's chest.  Stephen didn't move,
waiting to see what Eloy would do.  Eloy could feel the steady beat of
Stephen's heart in his chest, the warmth of his skin through the thin
cloth.  He then lifted his fingers to trace Stephen's lips again.

    Stephen smiled, acknowledging the mutual need they had.  After another
long moment he pulled back and took Eloy's hand in his.  Bringing it to his
lips, he kissed the fingers one by one before moving to stand up.  He held
onto Eloy's hand and pulled him up from the sofa.  Holding hands, they
walked without saying anything else to the inviting bed at the other end of
the room.  Stephen stood for a moment, looking up at Eloy before tugging on
the t-shirt and pulling the shirttails out of his jeans.  For his part,
Eloy unbuttoned Stephen's shirt, lovingly pushing it off the smaller man's
shoulders.  Stephen shivered, the hairs rising up on his arms as the shirt
pooled at his waist and wrists.

    "Make love to me, kindje," Eloy urged, feeling the need to let Stephen
lead the way.  Stephen's smile widened in response and he pushed Eloy's
shirt up his chest before leaning forward to suck on a nipple.  The sharp
intake of breath in response to his action was reassuring, letting him know
that he was going the right way.  He eased his arms out of the confining
shirt, letting it hang by the part that was still tucked into his dress
pants.  He helped Eloy out of his shirt, running his hands over Eloy's bare
chest.  Nipples hardened in response to his touch and he marveled at his
lover's reaction.  He gave Eloy a glance from under his lashes as he
considered how he wanted to proceed from there.  It looked like Eloy was
prepared to let him lead the way, so he stopped his hand just above Eloy's
waistband and pushed the man slightly on the stomach, urging him to sit
down.  Eloy acquiesced, not only sitting down on the end of the bed, but
reclining all the way.

     Stephen crawled on top of him and gave him a kiss, rubbing his own
bare chest against Eloy's.  As their nipples came in contact, his
contracted, becoming hard nubs of excitement.  He felt powerful, being in
control of what they did.  All thoughts but making love to the man before
him fled his head, and he concentrated on doing the job properly.  He
spread his legs so that he could brush his erection against Eloy's jeans,
feeling an equal hardness against his own.  He toyed with Eloy at this
point, rubbing them together while he stared down into Eloy's eyes.  Eloy
couldn't help but respond by thrusting his hips as high as he could,
begging implicitly for more contact.  Involuntarily, his arms reached for
Stephen's chest, stroking the hair around the nipples before tracing it's
pathway down to where it disappeared into Stephen's trousers.  He gave
Stephen a look of entreaty, asking for permission.  Stephen smiled and
nodded, his face shadowed by the lamplight behind him.  With the nod, Eloy
undid the button on Stephen's trousers and pushed them down, along with the
white underwear underneath.  He couldn't go too far because Stephen's
position precluded pulling them down completely.  But he was able to expose
Stephen's buttocks, which he stroked lovingly, running his fingers down
between the cheeks and pulling them apart, stroking the sensitive skin
inside.

    Stephen shuddered in reaction, his hands on Eloy's chest trembling.  He
submitted to Eloy's attentions, enjoying the way Eloy's fingers delicately
traced the puckered anus, stretching down to stroke the hair on the
underside of his exposed scrotum before making their way back up and along
the outside.  He continued the pattern of movement while Stephen closed his
eyes, enjoying the sensations it caused.  He could also feel himself
getting hard and hot, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he began to
leak in response.  He was amazed at his instant response to Eloy's touch.
He felt so incredible as he enjoyed the increasingly bolder advances from
his lover.  He responded by pulling down the zipper of Eloy's jeans and
reaching to stroke the hard penis inside.  Eloy gasped involuntarily,
startled by Stephen's action.

    "More please," Eloy begged when Stephen hesitated, debating what to do
next.  Stephen smiled and leaned forward for another kiss. "Don't you go
away," he whispered softly against Eloy's lips.  Eloy nodded mutely and he
stood up, pulling his trousers down around his feet.  Stepping out, he
stood in front of Eloy, a smile on his face.

    Eloy watched him intently before dropping his eyes to survey Stephen's
body.  The hair he had been toying with ended in a dark forest around
Stephen's erection.  Seeing where Eloy's gaze lay, Stephen reached down to
touch himself, wrapping his fingers around his penis.  He began stroking,
enjoying the startled look on Eloy's face as he did so.  Wetness pooled
into his hand, a sign that he was more than ready to continue.  Giving
himself one last stroke, he knelt down at Eloy's feet and buried his face
against Eloy's open jeans, nibbling the underside of Eloy's penis while he
tugged off the other man's shoes.  Eloy hissed in response, assaulted on
two fronts as Stephen started stroking the now bare feet.  When he raised
his head from Eloy's tented erection, he smiled before placing Eloy's feet
in his lap on either side of his penis.  Then he pulled down on Eloy's
jeans, tugging the rough material off the older man's hips.  Eloy used his
feet to stroke Stephen's penis, trying to be careful not to be too rough as
he moved up and down, and over the wet head.  He had to pause while Stephen
removed each pant leg, and he stopped altogether once Stephen took one and
sucked on his instep.  The feelings that elicited made him gasp in
surprise.  Stephen was enjoying the reactions he was getting as he kissed
his way up Eloy's calf and thigh, allowing Eloy's other foot to slide
between his own legs and stroke him.

     He rubbed himself against Eloy's foot, making tiny bites against the
thigh of the other leg before reaching Eloy's erection.  Nuzzling the
testicles, he sucked lightly, creating a red mark on the sensitive skin.
He rubbed his face against Eloy, inhaling Eloy's musky scent.  It turned
him on even more, which he hadn't thought was possible.  During this time
he had let his hands wander, reaching below to stroke Eloy and thrust a
finger inside Eloy while he sucked on the base of his penis.  Eloy tried to
stick the toe of his foot inside Stephen and he moved to let him do so,
enjoying the feeling of it entering him.  He squeezed his muscles in
response and Eloy grasped his head, moaning.  Licking the semen that was
beginning to leak out of Eloy's penis, he moved to take the organ in his
mouth, sucking at the hard muscle.  Hands held his head down as he sucked,
moving his tongue around the sensitive edge lovingly.  He came up for
breath and moved, pulling himself off Eloy's foot.  His butt tingled nicely
and he decided that he'd rather have the real thing.  Moving quickly, he
straddled Eloy's hips and hovered above the erect penis as he leaned to
give Eloy a deep kiss.  Eloy was shaking in reaction, waiting for his next
move.  He figured that Eloy was wet enough for what he wanted, so he
positioned himself accordingly and sat down, the tip of Eloy's penis
resting against his anus.  Still staring down at Eloy he let his weight
drop, feeling the slight pain, as he had to stretch and accept the hard
penis that entered him.

     He impaled himself on Eloy's penis, enjoying the way it curved
slightly and scraped inside.  He sat for a moment, getting used to the size
again.  Then with a smile at his lover, he pulled himself up before sitting
back down again, enjoying the friction as they moved together.  He did this
slowly, time and again, allowing Eloy to stroke his own erection while he
moved up and down.  He licked his lips, enjoying the feeling of alternating
emptiness and fullness as Eloy filled him again and again.

     "Feel goed?" Eloy asked, amused by the expression on his lover's face.
Stephen looked ecstatic, clenching his muscles as he lowered himself back
down and holding the pressure as he moved back into a kneeling position.

     "Yeah," Stephen said, pausing only to give the man beneath him a kiss.
"I've missed this."

     "Mmmmm," Eloy agreed, enjoying the feeling of Stephen tight around
him.  "Me, too."  He reached up to tweak Stephen's nipple sharply,
eliciting a gasp as he did so. Running his fingertips down Stephen's hot
chest, he stroked the penis in front of him, hoping to make Stephen
ejaculate at the same time he did.  They had tried this before, with
varying success on their synchronicity.  But Eloy always felt better when
Stephen came first, because it showed that he enjoyed it so much.  Stephen
was panting from the combination of Eloy's attentions and his own
exertions.  Sweat prickled on his brow and he could smell the musky scent
of their exertions wafting around them.

     "Oh God," Stephen gasped, feeling himself close.  He kept to the slow
deliberate movements with extreme effort, feeling Eloy match his movements.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the feeling of Eloy's head penetrating
him and then filling him completely before retreating until it was just
outside his entrance.  Knowing that he was going to come at any minute, he
pushed to let Eloy stroke him further, clenching his sphincter muscles
tight as he let his weigh fall one last time, Eloy's penis pushing against
his contracted muscles.

     Eloy gasped, enjoying what Stephen was doing and feeling close
himself.  Stephen's last push was enough to send him over the edge and he
let himself ejaculate once he had fully entered Stephen's tight anus.  The
involuntary grasping of his hand on Stephen's erection was enough of an
encouragement for Stephen. He arched his back as he ejaculated onto Eloy's
chest, feeling a warm rush of fluid inside of himself at the same time. He
shuddered in reaction, overwhelmed.

    When he was done, he collapsed onto Eloy's chest, huddled against the
other man, who wrapped his arms around his lover's trembling body and held
him close.  Eloy murmured words of love in Dutch to Stephen as they allowed
their breathing to slow down, with Stephen gradually stopping his shudders.
Eloy brushed the sweaty hair off his lover's face looking down at him.  As
his eyes passed over Stephen's back, he thought that the position Stephen
was in had to be painful, as he was doubled up while still straddling
him. Eloy moved his hands to gently raise Stephen up, eliciting a moan of
protest from the tired younger man.  The moan turned to a gasp as Eloy
helped him stretch his legs out and lie back down again.  Once they were
settled again, Eloy wrapped his arms around Stephen and stroked his hair
and back, still whispering words of love to him.

   "I love you, Stephen." He whispered into Stephen's ear.

   "I love you, Eloy," Stephen said, filled with the need to respond to his
lover.  He looked up with a tired smile before moving to rub his cheek
against Eloy's.  "I love you so damn much.  Thank you."

    "Danke, zusje." Eloy replied.  He hugged Stephen close as he settled
back down again.  "I can't begin to say how much."  He gave a satisfied
sigh, completely satiated for the moment.

    They lay quiet for a long time, listening to the sounds outside their
hotel window.  The late afternoon sun slowly receded as the room grew
darker, but neither of them were in any hurry to move.  Eventually, Stephen
slid off onto the bed, but they stayed touching. He was enjoying this
moment, not thinking of anything in particular and letting random thoughts
drift in and out of his head.

     Eventually it was Eloy who had to disturb their peace with the need to
go to the bathroom.  He apologised as he extricated himself from their
tangled limbs, pleading the need to use the toilet.  Stephen rolled onto
his back, which gave him a good view of Eloy's rear as he paced over to the
bathroom door.  Eloy didn't bother with a light or the door when he went
and Stephen smiled as he listened to the homey sounds of his lover in the
bathroom.  Once the water was running, Eloy made his way back to the bed.
From there, he urged Stephen to move so they could climb in under the
sheets and curl back together again.

     Stephen drifted off immediately, comforted by the warm presence beside
him.  Eloy listened to him breathing softly, almost scared because he
couldn't hear any noises coming from Stephen other than the occasional
sigh, or when there was some random movement.  He kept on having to put his
hand on Stephen's chest to reassure himself that everything was alright.
He knew he was being silly, but he couldn't help himself. Eventually,
though, the stress of the day got to him and he nodded off, wrapped around
Stephen.


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