Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 01:34:08 +0200
From: Leo C. <lcwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Just like aa dream 6

Hi guys.

I got moving a little faster this time, so here it is -- the next chapter.

Hope you'll enjoy it!


Disclaimer:

I don't know Jon Lee, and I don't know anything whatsoever about his
sexuality. That's strictly his own business. And this is purely a work of
fiction, and it's not intended to offend anybody. If it does anyway: I'm
sorry -- but reading it was your own choice.


Chapter 6 -- And swim like fish.

I slept so much better that night. No waking up wondering what someone was
doing in my bed. Never a thought about feeling invaded.

Sunday morning I woke up before Jon and enjoyed half an hour of just
watching him sleep. He was beautiful even in his sleep -- even if his
gorgeous eyes were hidden away. And I just lay there watching him,
wondering how on earth I could have been so lucky to meet him, my love. Lay
there with a big happy smile on my face and a heart full of love. And
certainly no regrets about last night. Even if we had agreed to take it
easy only the night before, I knew in my heart, that it was the right
thing, that I wanted to spend a very long time with Jon -- quite possibly
forever - and that what happened was somehow inevitable.

At nine o'clock I decided we had to get up, if we were supposed to spend a
little time in Paris before returning to London. I've been to Paris a few
times before, but always on my own. Now I finally had someone to share it
with, and I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity of enjoying some of the
sights with the wonderful company of Jon. So I leaned in and kissed him
lightly on his lips. Nothing happened. Then I let my hands caress his
shoulder and his neck. Still nothing happened, so I decided to escalate
things a little and let my fingers walk down his chest and find a good
tickle spot under his ribs.  That did the trick. In less that a minute we
were moping around the bed in a tickle fight that didn't end before he had
me on my back, holding down my arms, looking into my eyes.

"Good morning, Gorgeous" he said in his best bedroom voice and bent down to
kiss me. A kiss that evolved into serious snogging. When we broke the kiss
he slid down beside me and snuggled up to me, draping his arm over my
chest, gently caressing me.

"'Morning, Love" I said "And thank you for giving me the best evening in my
entire life."

"Me too" he answered and kissed my shoulder.

"We really should get moving, you know" he said after a while. "I want to
walk by the Seine with you, and down the Champs Elysee, and...what are you
laughing about?"

I had started laughing, but I pulled myself together to answer him.

"Oh -- It's just that I've been awake for half an hour waiting for Your
Sleeping Highness to come alive so we could do all that!!" I said, and gave
him a kiss on his nose.

"Oh...really?" he said "You should have waked me up earlier so we could get
on with it"

"Yeah, yeah" I said "But as someone said yesterday: I didn't have the heart
to wake you up -- and besides you're waaay too cute when you're sleeping."
I said with a smirk. "But you're right of course, we really should get
ready to go. And besides, I'm hungry! So who's first in the shower?"

He smirked at me and said "Why don't we do it together? I can wash your
back and you can take care of mine.

It didn't take much to convince me about the reasonable point in that. I'd
love to shower with Jon. So would my dick, 'cause it started to feel semi
hard by the mere thought of it. Being naked in the shower with Jon, feeling
his body with my hands and vice versa didn't exactly make that go
away...and a few moment later we were snogging and rubbing against each
other like trying to become one. ...and partly succeeded when we came
simultaneously moaning into each others mouths.

Which of course meant, that now we were really in a hurry, if we wanted to
have breakfast, which we did. So we quickly threw on some clothes and made
it to the breakfast room just in time.

And we had a traditional french breakfast, which means croissants and café
au lait. That wouldn't last us long, but it was good anyway.

After breakfast we packed up, settled the bill and left the luggage to be
picked up later. And then we barged out to have our afternoon in Paris.

I love Paris in April. All is just a little greener than in London, with
daffodils and tulips blooming everywhere. And everything and everyone looks
clean and happy. Not yet tired out by summer heat and too many tourists.

Jon and I had a long afternoon walking around. We walked along the Seine
for a while and crossed over to the Latin Quarter to have lunch. We walked
back to the Seine and later found our way down the Champs Elysee. It was a
very nice day with the spring sun shining to give just enough warmth to
make you feel like doing without a jacket. You know you shouldn't do it,
but you'll do it anyway and probably end up with an annoying spring
cold. Such days would be magic in Paris, even if Jon hadn't been there to
make it happen. But he was, and that just made every moment of joy more
profound and every small adventure along the way more exciting.

It was all more than perfect except for one little thing. We had to behave
ourselves. We couldn't hold hands and kiss in public, and it really was a
nuisance to have to remember it all the time. I don't know if we fooled
anybody though. Anyone with a keen eye for that sort of thing would
immediately have spotted two guys in love. I guess our luck was, that Jon's
grown up quite a bit since he was a mega star all over Europe, and nowadays
he isn't recognized often outside the UK. And that's fine by me. Oh...It's
not that I don't wish him all the luck in the world with his career, but as
long as he's happy with his theatre career in the UK, who would I be to
regret, that he is not a top celebrity in the rest of the world. I will
just be happy knowing, that he does what he loves the most (with one or two
exceptions in the department of physical exercise, of course). And I will
certainly enjoy, that we can take a walk in public without him being
attacked by screaming teenage girls now and then, and that we don't need to
be accompanied by a bodyguard all the time.

Anyway, this day was magic with or without holding hands. And we did sneak
in a kiss in a deserted spot behind a tree in some park along the way.

When we returned to the hotel late afternoon to get our luggage and a taxi
to the airport, my feet were sore, but I had a feeling that the smile on my
face would never wear off.

"Damn, we're good at this together!" I said as we entered the hotel.

"What do you mean?" Jon asked with a smile.

"I mean being tourists, exploring things. It's so much better than doing it
alone. It's like you're my second set of eyes. I've never seen Paris the
way I did today."

I would have loved so much to kiss and hold him right there and then, but
that would have to wait.

We got our bags, and had the receptionist order a taxi. And then we were
off to the airport. It all seemed quite a bit surreal. I mean ... We only
got there one day ago and were already going away again. But what a day.

When we slumped down in our seats on the plane that would take us back to
London, I realized how tired I really was. I think I was asleep a few
minutes after take off, and I don't remember a thing until Jon woke me up
shortly before we landed at Heathrow. I don't think I really woke up again
before we sat in the taxi going back home. My place that is.

We couldn't get inside fast enough, and as soon as the door closed behind
us we dropped the bags, and hugged and kissed. We were only interrupted by
Jon's stomach that growled.

"Yeah -- I'm hungry too" I said "If we hurry, we can get something at the
Pub around the corner. Is that OK with you?"

"Yeah -- sure -- anything, as long as it's fast!" he said.

"Then let's go!"

The Pub on the corner -- the Prince Edward - is actually quite a good place
to eat, and the atmosphere there is really nice. On Fridays and Saturdays
the place is absolutely packed, but on a Sunday night you can easily get a
table.

I went to the bar to order some food.

"Hullo Mate, what would you like?" the bartender said, Looking at me first,
and then glancing at Jon. A glance that turned into a stare. It was funny
to watch his expression as he realized who Jon was, but he was professional
enough to pull himself together rather quickly.

"We'd like something to eat. Fish and chips. And a pint of Ferret each." I
said.

"Sure Mate, no problem. Where would you like to sit?"

"Somewhere quiet, if there's a table in the back." I said with a smile and
a wink.

"Yeah sure, you just go ahead, and I'll bring your beer in a minute." He
said.

We did indeed find a quiet table on the other side of the bar, and it
wasn't long before the food was on the table.

"Mmm, this is really good!" Jon exclaimed with his mouth full.

"Yeah, that's actually why we went here" I said with a grin. "I usually eat
here about once a week. Sometimes twice, if I'm too busy for cooking. And
I've never had anything I didn't like."

"Well, you can take me with you anytime."

So we enjoyed the meal, and chatted about our day in Paris. The bartender
came over to see if we needed anything.

"No thanks" Jon said "but that was the best fish and chips I ever had!"

"Thanks, Mate" the bartender answered "I'll tell the cook, that you said
that...or better yet, if you don't mind...could I have your autograph for
her, Mr. Lee?"

Jon immediately went into celebrity mode and put on his best smile.

"Sure, Mate" He said "But you'll have to bring me something to do it with."

The bartender found some paper and a pen, and Jon wrote a note for the cook
saying "Best damn fish and chips I ever had. Thanks!  Jon Lee"

"Thanks a lot Mr. Lee" the bartender said. "She'll be flying, when she gets
it. She's a huge fan of yours. She went to see "Love Shack" three times."
And after a short moment he added. "I liked it a lot too, actually."

"Thanks Mate" Jon said with a smile. "Now, could we have the bill, please."

"Sure, I'll get it ready. You can just pay at the bar on your way out, if
that's OK?"

"That's just fine" Jon said with a smile.

A few moments later, we were on our way home.

And again, as the door closed behind us, we picked up where we left.

When we came up for air, hugging tightly, Jon said in a low voice."Mmmm,
it's good to be home, you know!"

That made me feel all warm and loving inside -- and a little worried -- but
very glad. It only took me a minute to decide, that this really could be
his home, if he wanted to.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way" I said. "'Cause you can move in any time
you want to."

He broke the hug to look at me.

"Really?" he said, slightly frowning. "You don't think it's too soon for
that?"

"No, I don't" I said. "I'm quite sure about it, actually."

"I'm afraid I haven't thought that far ahead yet." He said. "It's not that
I wouldn't love to fall asleep tangled up in you every night, and to wake
up to a kiss every morning. But it does sound like a rather big step,
doesn't it ?"

"Yes, it does" I admitted. "And I hadn't given it a thought either until
two minutes ago. But I am sure anyway. I can't imagine us not being able to
make it work, even if we might encounter a few bumps in the road."

He gave me a smile and kissed my nose.

"You're probably right...well, actually I'm sure you are!" he said. "But I
still think it's a bit soon. There are so many things about my life, that I
haven't had a chance to show you yet. Things that you would have to cope
with - like me being away on tour for long periods of time, false stories
in magazines, not being able to go anywhere we want together etc. And
moving in with you would have other implications -- like coming out to the
whole world, 'cause it would only be a matter of time before some gossip
magazine picked up on us. And I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that yet."

I knew he was right. I just hadn't thought about it from his
perspective. Hell, I hadn't thought at all, just followed my instincts. And
that was actually a disturbing realisation for the control freaky part of
me."

"You're right, of course" I said, with a sad smile. "Sorry. I shouldn't
have suggested that."

"Yes, you should!" He said. "I'm glad you did, 'cause you were really
saying: 'Hey, I love you, I trust you, and I want to spend the rest of my
life with you'. How could I not want to hear that, when that's exactly how
I'm feeling about you ?"

He paused to give me a kiss, and then continued. "But I think, that I will
have to let my brains do the thinking in this matter."

I kissed him back.

"I love you!" I said and we hugged tightly. "Thanks again for the best
weekend ever!"

He broke the hug again to look at me, and kiss me again.

"Best weekend in so many ways, eh?" He said with a naughty smile and a
wink. "If you don't mind I think I would like to move into your bed right
now !"


TBC.

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Take care Leo