Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not claim that either Kian Egan or Shane Filan of Westlife are gay. I don't know the guys (sob), so its not a true representation of their personalities.
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FILAN'S NEW YEAR RESOLUTION
"10, 9, 8..."
The noise of the people in the hall counting down was almost deafening. Shane took another sip of his champagne, his head swimming from the ever increasing effects of the alcohol he had consumed. He looked around the room, full of faces he didn't recognise, hangers-on, people eager to be seen with celebrities such as himself. He was ready to tell some of them what he really thought of them, that they made him sick. Despite the effects of the alcohol, he knew it was better to just keep his mouth shut rather than speak his mind, a la Bryan.
"7, 6, 5..."
He deposited the glass on the sideboard, leaning against it, alone. Nicky was on the other side of the room with Georgina, Bryan on the sofa with Kerry, Mark with Lauren out in the night air on the balcony, engaged in a passionate kiss as the clock counted down. We all know how alcohol impairs your judgement, makes you say things you either don't mean, or have been dying to say but for one reason or another can't muster the courage to say them. God, how Shane wanted to tell him. Shane could see his target on the other side of the room, looking as lonely and forlorn as himself. Someone set off a little party popper early, causing everyone else to follow, the sounds of explosions filling the air, thin streamers of coloured paper flying in every direction across the room.
"4, 3..."
Shane didn't want to be lonely that night. New Year's was a time to be together, not alone. He crossed the room, trying to keep him in his sight. He brushed past people as he tried to cross the room. "Hey, happy new year Shane!" yelled Ronan, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his face reddened by his excessive consumption of alcohol. He kept walking. Two seconds to go, and he was so close. He could almost reach out to him.
"2, 1..."
Look over here, damnit Shane thought. Kian was looking out the window, oblivious to the celebrations around him. He and Shane shared the same mood, the same feelings. Jealousy, envy, loneliness, longing. Nicky, Bryan and Mark all had somebody, someone to love, someone to care for, someone to care for them. Shane was still looking, forever looking. How could he not be forever on the prowl anyway, he couldn't just tell the world he was gay, could he? Not yet anyway, and how long did Stephen wait to tell the world, how many years was that again?
"Happy New Year!!"
Fireworks began to explode outside, painting the dark sky a rainbow of vivid colours. Shane put an arm around Kian, Kian jumping with surprise. "Happy New Year mate," Shane said, his words slurred.
"Happy New Year Shane," Kian reciprocated, himself a little unsteady on his feet. "So, Shane," Kian continued, "have you got any new year's reso... resolutions?"
The alcohol sped through his veins and pulsed through the blood vessels in his brain. Shane could say anything he wanted, it wouldn't matter at all. He could tell Kian what his resolution was. It wouldn't make any difference. "Well," Shane whispered, leaning close to Kian, his breathe tickling Kian's ear, "you have to promise not to tell anyone, because it kinda of a secret, 'kay?"
"Okay," Kian replied, a little puzzled, but still eager to find out what Shane's resolution was.
"My new year's resolution is," Shane paused, giggling, "my resolution is to get you into bed Kian."
Kian drew back, not believing what Shane had just told him. "Very funny Shane," he said, taking a swig of his drink, "now what is it really?" Shane smiled widely, and beckoned with his finger for Kian to come close once again, placing his hand on the back of Kian's neck, and placing his lips ever so close to Kian's ear.
"I want to fuck you Kian," Shane giggled, taking his hand away, a part of him a little shocked at what he had just admitted. Kian looked at Shane giggling, doubled over as the fits of laughter took over. The liquor clouded Kian's judgement. Had Shane really just said to him what he thought he did? What he had been waiting to hear for so long? He wasn't dreaming, he needn't ask Shane to repeat it again. He grabbed Shane's arm tightly and dragged his body towards the door, and the spiral staircase that led upstairs.
"Come on," Kian said, his body lurching from side to side as he dragged Shane along through the crowd of revelers, "you're coming with me."
"Where are going? Are we going to fuck?" Shane said, too loud for Kian's comfort. Luckily the noise around them was so loud that no-one could hear. No-one seemed to notice them either, everyone was too worked up about the new year to care about Shane and Kian passing by. They left the throng of the crowd and the hall, coming to the wide corridor. Kian threw his arm around Shane's flimsy body as he aided him up the steep, narrow staircase. He spotted a room with a large bed inside, dragged Shane into it and locked the door.
Suddenly there was quiet. The loud incessant sounds of the party downstairs had been replaced by an eerie silence, broken every so often by the muffled sounds of the people below them. Kian stood next to Shane, itching to get his hands on him, not caring for a second about the consequences. Shane stood, teetering a little from side to side, the champagne taking only until five past midnight to go to his head. Shane turned to Kian and giggled girlishly, "So, Kian," he said, coming close to Kian, the stench of alcohol causing Kian to draw back a little, "is this where we're going to fuck?"
Shane's words made Kian's head spin. His heart began to beat a little faster, aided by the warmth of the room, his cock starting to harden in his pants. He tore Shane's shirt open, two of the buttons popping off and falling to the floor. He ran his hands over Shane's hairy, defined chest, slowly making his way down to his belly button and the belt of Shane's straining pants.
"Oooh Kian, look what you've done," Shane said drunkenly, "you must want me really baaaad, huh?" Kian wasn't interested in conversation though, unbuckling Shane's belt, then slowly undoing each of the buttons of his fly, his face just centimetres away from the prize. He could see, and smell Shane's throbbing cock in its tight white cage before him, arousing him even more, sending the alcohol pumping harder through his blood vessels, his head dizzy with all the excitement.
Shane looked down at his friend eyeing his dick, waiting for him to make all the moves. He didn't have to wait too long. Kian pulled down the elastic of Shane's white CK's, revealing Shane's thick, cut dick and his smooth low hanging balls. Instinctively he flicked out his tongue at Shane's cock, covering the head with his saliva, while his hands, grasping Shane's jeans, pulled them down ever so slowly to Shane's ankles. Stepping out of his jeans, Shane stood there, naked save for his tight briefs hugging his butt, the elastic at the front cupping his balls. Taking hold of the elastic, Kian slowly, sensually pulled Shane's underwear down, over his muscular legs, his knees and down to his feet. Kian kept hold of Shane's briefs as he stepped out of them, Shane carefully watching each of Kian's moves, his breathing heavy as he anticipated what was to come.
To Shane's surprise Kian brought the pair of briefs up to his nose, inhaling the musky aroma of Shane's body. The sight of it drove Shane wild with lust as Kian closed his eyes, savouring the smell. "I never knew you were such a slut Kian," Shane said, his voice sharp, his words still slurred. He snatched his CK's away from Kian who looked up at Shane, uncertain of what Shane would do next. "You know Kian, I'm gonna find it pretty fucking hard to fuck your brains out with you wearing all those clothes, aren't I?" Kian nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Shane. He got up from, his legs sore from kneeling on the floor. Shane grabbed the front of Kian's tight white t-shirt hard, and pulled the fabric, tearing the fine cotton, revealing Kian's smooth chest and his delectable nipples. Shane ripped the shirt from top to bottom, sliding it off Kian's body, before he wrapped his arms around Kian's waist, and bending down to take one of Kian's rock hard nipples in his mouth, while he tugged on the waist of Kian's pants, pulling them, and his boxers to the ground. Kian moaned as Shane's tongue worked his nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
"You know Kian," Shane said, still flicking his tongue out onto to Kian's sensitive nipple, "Its really gonna hurt if I'm all dry when I fuck you."
Kian laughed a little, "I know, but I'm getting sick of standing up... Let's go to bed Shane."
"I think my new year's resolution is already coming true," Shane smiled as they lay down on the huge king size bed that dominated the room. Opening his mouth slowly, Kian took Shane's now fully erect manhood into his mouth, savouring the sweet taste of the pre-cum that glistened on its tip. He slowly slid up and down the length of Shane's shaft, the head of Shane's cock brushing the back of his throat. His body twitching as Kian devoured his cock, Shane moaned, "Yeah Kian, that's it, swallow that cock baby... Mmmmm..." He was mesmerised by the sight of his friend going down on him; watching his cock disappear inside Kian was driving him wild. He began to buck his hips in time with Kian's sucking. Kian let Shane's dick slide gently out of his mouth, as he turned his attention to Shane's balls, taking each one into his mouth in turn, sucking on them gently.
"I think I'm ready Kian," Shane moaned, Kian still sucking lovingly on Shane's balls, "otherwise I'm gonna explode before I get a piece of you."
"Okay Shane." Kian lay on his back, pulling his legs back, preparing himself for Shane. Sucking on his index finger, Shane moistened it so he could first loosen Kian up a little before they went any further. He gently pushed it in, Kian moaning a little as Shane slowly opened him up. He let it sit there a little while before he pushed a second finger in, Kian moaning again. He forced them in up to his knuckle, then drew them back out. He would have gone for a third finger, but Shane was growing impatient, and though it was in Kian's best interests, he could see that Kian was getting impatient too.
Shane lifted his body above Kian's, his aching cock poised outside Kian's hole. Kian looked up at Shane, a mixture of fear and lust in his eyes. "Do it Shane," Kian said, "fuck me."
The alcohol still raced through his body, the concern he had for Kian's comfort just moments ago all but gone with his friend's plea. In one quick move he thrust himself into Kian, who screamed in pain, the size of Shane's cock too much for him to take. Slowly drawing out, Shane asked, "Are you okay? Shit Kian..."
"No, its okay Shane," Kian said, looking up at Shane, forcing a smile, "just do it a little bit slower."
Shane complied with Kian's request, slowly working his slickened cock back in, Kian's eyes closing in ecstasy as Shane's cock massaged his prostate. Shane held onto Kian's ankles as again and again he thrust his dick inside Kian, who had grabbed hold of his own cock, pulling it furiously.
"Oh yeah Shane... Yeah, fuck me."
Again and again Shane slammed his cock into Kian, his balls slapping against his friend's ass. The alcohol started talking dirty, "Yeah Kian, you little slut, you love to be fucked, don't you?"
"Yeah!!!" Kian screamed as he reached orgasm, his cock twitching as cum spurted across his chest. His grip around Shane tightened, bringing Shane to the point of no return. His back arched as his came inside Kian, his eyes closed, his mouth opened wide, his grip ever so tight on Kian's ankles as his legs remained in the air. He fell down on Kian's body, his friend's cum getting caught up in the hairs on his chest. Resting his hand on Shane's head, Kian ran his fingers through his spiky hair. Shane's breathing had suddenly become slow and even. His eyes were closed, his softening cock still firmly implanted inside Kian.
"Happy new year Shane," Kian whispered as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with Shane, their bodies joined together as one. Few people keep their new year's resolutions, but Shane had managed to fulfil his not long after the stroke of midnight.