Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2006 01:30:39 +0200
From: Leo C. <lcwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Just like a dream - 2

Hello guys!

Here is the next chapter, where the things you are all waiting for will
start to happen.

Disclaimer:

I don't know Jon Lee or any other celebrity, that might show up in this
story. I don't know much about their personal lives -- and absolutely
nothing about their sexual preferences. That's strictly their own
business. And this is nothing but fiction.

In this chapter I have borrowed the lyrics of a song written by Jon. I
figured, that since you can read the lyrics on a couple of websites, and
since I'm not making any money from this, it would be OK. I hope Jon Lee
will aggree with me, if he ever finds out...

Now, on with the story


Chapter 2 -- Fly into the Sun


We took the Underground back to Notting Hill Gate. It turned out, that Jon
lived just a few streets from me. How odd! Imagine, that he'd been living
less that a mile from me, and I never knew!

His house lay on a quiet street near Portobello Road. It was cordoned off
from the street by a tall white thorn hedge only broken by an equally tall
wrought iron gate. Jon clicked a remote, and the gate opened and closed
again after us, when we'd entered. It was a nice white plastered house with
columns by the entrance and ornaments, like there really should be. Not as
big as mine, though, but it looked nice and homely. Inside I could hear
Molly barking, as Jon unlocked the door. She jumped at him, as soon as the
door was opened enough for her to get out of it, wagging her tail wildly.

"Molly" he said after greeting her, pointing at me "I want you to meet
Nick."

Even if I'm really a cat man, I've never had a problem with dogs. And Molly
didn't have a problem with me either, it seemed. She sniffed at my trousers
and looked a little confused and cautious, then gave a couple of short
barks. I knelt down at let her sniff at my face while I scratched the back
of her neck. Her tail started wagging again, and she gave my ear a quick
lick. Then she looked back at Jon.

"She likes you!" he said "She's smiling. Come on girl -- time for your
walk."

She ran back into the house and came back with a leash in her mouth.

"Clever girl!" I said.

"Yeah, she really is!" he said, with a loving smile, looking at the dog
coming towards him.

But she ran past him and put the leash on the ground in front of me and sat
down facing towards me and away from Jon. The look on his face was
priceless.

"What the f...!" he exclaimed. "You see one good looking fella, and I'm
dumped. Just like that! You faithless bitch!".

Molly turned her head and looked back at him. If dogs can laugh, I swear
that's what she was doing. So was I. Laughing so hard that my guts hurt!
And Jon broke into a roaring laughter too.

"Well put it on `er then!" he said drying his eyes "And let's get going."

We went to a small park nearby, Molly trotting happily along between us,
while we chatted about the neighbourhood, the wonders of Portobello Road
etc.. When Molly had finished her business, Jon handed me a plastic bag.

"You got to walk her, so you do the cleaning up!"

"Oh, sweet revenge, huh?" I said with a smile.

"Oh yeah!" he answered with a satisfied grin.

Home again, I got the quick tour of the house. It was actually very
stylish. He told me, he'd chosen the decoration himself, and I couldn't
help thinking, that it reflected the person he seemed to be very well. We
ended up in the kitchen. Jon found a bottle of red and handed me a
corkscrew. While I opened the wine he looked in the fridge.

"How about chicken breast?" he asked.

"Fine with me!"

"OK, that it will be then! You like spicy?" he asked.

I love spicy food "Absolutely!"

"Right! I'll use garlic, lime and chili." He said with a pleased
smile. "Would you care to give me a hand with something?"

"No problem, mate! I like to cook!" I said.

I really do. I am actually a bit of a food freak, and I watch Jamie Oliver
an the telly every time I get the chance. I just love that guy! Not only
does he give a lot of inspiration to the food lovers of the world, but he's
actually made it clear, that it's OK for a man to enjoy cooking!

"Now -- why doesn't that surprise me?" he joked. "Why don't you beat up
something to go with the chicken. You can probably find some veggies in the
fridge."

When I opened the huge fridge and looked inside, I felt like a child
entering Hamley's . There was everything in there -- and I do mean
everything!

"Wow. You could open up a greengrocer's anytime." I laughed. "How
about...guacamole, tomato salad and...eh... roast roots!?"

"Yummy! Could you throw me a chili, please?"

And so we started cooking, chatting and drinking red wine. I couldn't
remember when was the last time I had enjoyed myself so much.

When the food was done, we ate in the kitchen. Jon handed me another bottle
of red, which I opened while he put some music on the stereo, and then we
tucked in. The food was really, really good. Jon's chicken breasts were
tender and delicious, and my side dishes weren't bad either. I kept
thinking, that life couldn't get any better than this. Nearly all my senses
were being caressed at the same time. My taste buds and my nostrils were
being gently tickled by the wonderful food and wine. My eyes could feast on
the gorgeous guy on the other side of the table. And my ear drums were
being gently massaged by the music. Which by the way, I had never heard
before.

"What were we listening to?" I asked him, when the CD had run out. "It was
really nice!"

"īThank you" he said with a grin "It's me, actually."

"Really?" I exclaimed "I didn't know, that you had published a solo
CD. When was that?"

"Actually, it's a demo. I haven't published anything besides the S Club
stuff" He said with a sad smile "But who knows -- I might some day. Right
now I'm more focused on the theatre, though."

"Well, you could have fooled me -- and you should release it!" I answered
"That was really good! Especially the last song. Could we hear that again?"

"Sure!" he said, and started it again.

This time I listened really carefully. It was nothing less that fabulous. A
really intense ballad -- not the average stuff, but much bigger. And Jon's
voice sent shivers down my spine.

I listened really carefully to lyrics:

"The tears that cloud my eyes wont let me sleep Lying here with me when
your so far away the Hours pass I long to hear you speak Ooh You got a lot
to answer for

Feelings washing over me Demons hold me back from what I seek Freedom's
calling out to me Taking one small step away from you seems such a giant
leap

How can I fly into the sun When you've broken my wings and left my soul
undone I need to fly into the sun though I know what goes up must come down

I can't believe I've waited all this time hoping that you'll love me like
you used to do A prisoner without committing crime Tell me where's the key
that I've been searching for

Feelings washing over me Demons hold me back from what I seek Freedom's
calling out to me Taking one small step away from you seems such a giant
leap

How can I fly into the sun When you've broken my wings and left my soul
undone I need to fly into the sun though I know what goes up must come down

How can I fly into the sun When you've broken my wings and left my soul
undone Fly into the sun though I know what goes up must come down

Fly into the sun!

How can I fly into the sun When you've broken my wings and left my soul
undone I need to fly into the sun though I know what goes up must come down

Fly into the sun When you've broken my wings and left my soul undone Fly
into the sun though I know what goes up must come down though I know what
goes up must come down."

When the song had ended I asked him who wrote it.

"I did." Was the answer.

I considered it for a moment. "Wow." I said and paused for a moment before
I continued. "That must have been a tough breakup. And he must have been
very special."

Jon considered his answer for a moment. Then he said "It was! And he
was!...............Ooopss!"

He looked me into the eyes, and he managed to smile innocently, tilt his
head, bite his lip and look absolutely adorable, all at the same time. "You
did that on purpose, didn't you? He asked, sounding almost amused.

"Yep!" I answered "And if I'm not mistaken, so did you!"

"Yep!"

None of us said any more right away. Just looked into each others smiling
eyes.

"Me too." I broke the silence.

"I sort of figured it out!" he said. "Well. At least we got that straight!
Let's clear the table!"

"Right!" I chuckled.

As we helped each other clear the table and the rest of the kitchen, none
of us said a word. He started doing the dishes, and I grabbed a dish
towel. When we were halfway through the dishing, I couldn't stand it any
more.

"Jon. Are we OK?" I asked him.

He stopped dishing and looked at me, worried. "I certainly hope so!?"

"It's just ... I was afraid I'd gone too far and forced you to say that,
whether you wanted to or not." I said.

He looked at me, considering what I said. "I don't think anyone can force
me to do anything I really don't want to. I mean -- I can do things that I
don't like doing, if I can see the need to do it. But if anyone tries to
force me into anything...well, let's just say: I will not be very
nice... So now your'e warned!." The last part he added with a grin.

"And about this" he continued and put a hand on my shoulder " I've wanted
to tell you since half an hour after we met. I was just trying to figure
out how to do it. But I guess you solved that problem very nicely. Thank
you!"

And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. And resumed the
dishing. Just like that.

I just stood there -- completely stupefied. After a while I pulled myself
enough together to say "Wow!"

"Yeah!" he answered. "Sometimes I even scare myself!"

And then we both started laughing.

...

When we'd finished dishing he made coffee, and we went to the living room
to have it. I brought the CD `cause I really wanted to hear that song
again.

He had a real state of the art surround stereo in the living room. I put
the CD on and took a seat in the sofa, that was placed exactly where the
sound from the stereo would be best. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sound, barely noticing Jon sitting down beside me.

I was really moved by that song, imagining how Jon must have felt, when he
wrote it. When the song had ended I opened my eyes again to see Jon looking
at me with a serious expression on his face.

"I think I should tell you about it!" he said.

"He was the first guy I had a relationship with. Actually -- the only guy,
so far. I really felt attached to him and...well...he made me fell
comfortable about myself and being gay. I never knew, it could be so good
to hold another guy, even if I've always known, that I am gay, I guess."

He paused, looking as if he was far away.

"Anyway" he continued "It wasn't really love, I suppose. It was more a
thing that just happened out of convenience. Will realised that before I
did. He seemed to draw away from me, and I didn't really have a clue about
what was going on. I thought everything had been perfect, and suddenly it
wasn't anymore, and I couldn't see why. I was really, really confused and
down, and that's when I wrote "Fly into the sun". On the night I had
finished recording it at the studio, I played it for him - and he broke up
with me. The funny thing is, that I almost felt relief when that
happened. I guess I subconsciously knew all along, that it was a temporary
thing, and that we were never really meant to be. It was only after he
broke up, that I realized, that the only thing we had in common were being
gay guys in the music industry. So I'm really not on a rebound here. It was
good as long as it lasted, and I came out a lot wiser on the other
side. And that's really all there is to it.."

He looked at me, in anticipation of a response. I didn't really know what
to say. I looked him into the eyes for a long time considering what he'd
said, trying to grasp the meaning of it. I decided that in my ears, he was
telling me a lot of things: He was not on a rebound, but ready for
something else to happen. He wanted someone, he could relate to in more
that one respect. He wasn't all that experienced, but he knew, what he
wanted. Did he want...me? I decided, that I didn't want to waste my time
beating around the bush. I had to know the answer to that. And so, I leaned
in, put a hand behind his neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

Then I leaned back again to watch his reaction. To my great relief he
looked absolutely delighted. And he leaned in and kissed me back, putting
his arms around me. At first his kiss was soft and gentle, but then he
started nipping at my lips, and I opened my mouth to him, and we started to
kiss for real. My tongue met his and we started exploring each others
mouths. When we finally broke the kiss to come up for air, we both said
"Wow!" simultaneously -- and started laughing.

When we got a hold of ourselves he took my hand and looked at me with a
serious expression and said

"Nicky, I've wanted this from the first moment I saw you. And somehow I
knew it was going to happen. I don't know how or why. I just knew. Kind of
spooky, isn't it?"

I looked at him and smiled.

"Nah...not really" I said. "I'll tell you what's spooky! I dreamt of you
last night. I didn't know who you were though -- and I fell in love with
you even before we met! That's why I was so stunned, when you removed your
glasses. It wasn't because you're Jon Lee, but because I had just dreamt
about you!"

He looked at me, his eyes wide open.

"You're right! That's actually quite scary!" he said, and fell silent for a
while, considering what I had just said.

Then he looked at me again and reached out with his other hand and caressed
my face. "But I don't care!" he said. "There's more to this than I can
really comprehend, but I suppose it can only mean, that we were meant to be
together."

He paused and looked away as if in deep thought. Then he looked back at me.

"I've got to tell you though: It's not going to be that easy. I am a public
person, and it will cause a bit of a mess - but I don't really give a
damn. Nicky, will you fly with me?"

Of course I had only one answer to that.

"I will, Jon. Anytime and anywhere you wanna go!"

...

To be continued ?

We could stop right here, but then again -- we might miss something
interesting!

What do you think?

Drop me a line: lcwrite@gmail.com.