Hi, I'm Nick Shafer, and you might have seen this story before, but I'm re-releasing this ammended version, cause basically it fits in with the whole story better. I hope to release as much of the story that I have on Nifty pretty soon (Upto about Chapters 11-12).
HOWEVER, If you like the story. And Please Please email me if you do (s4shafer@hotmail.com) - Cause I Love to hear From All of You, - then visit my website http://nickshafer.tripod.com . This has the whole story so far plus loads of other cool stuff.
ALL I've left to say is that I hope you enjoy it, oh and this...
DISCLAIMER: This story is complete fiction and these events only took place in my head, NOT in real life. Officially and as far as I know Paul Cattermole and S Club 7 are real live heterosexuals. This story contains adult material. So if you're not 18. get out of here!!!
For M, and all she's been through.
Later days...Nick
Never Had A Dream Come True By Nick Shafer Copyright 2001
CHAPTER 3
Lee spent the next 20 minutes telling the group the brief history of his life. He was born and grew up in Jersey, a small rich island in the English Channel. There, where summers were long and hot, as were the nights, he had a carefree childhood. His schooldays were spent in an exclusive boys school, his nights lounging in restaurants or on a boat in the islands many bays. It was at 16 when he fell in love with music and he had been singing ever since. He spent all his spare time practising dance routines and vocal harmonies, and new loads of hits by heart. He wowed his friends with his talents, but never admitted them as anything to himself, he's always been modest, and set his heart on the pop industry. However, dreams came and went, and like any normal student, he travelled to England to go to university. It was then however, that his best friend and flatmate saw the advert for a singer in 'showman' magazine. And unbeknown to Lee, he entered him for the auditions. "And that," announced Lee, "about brings us up to date."
"Yeah, that's right," butted in Simon. "Your friend persuaded you to come here, and well that voice, I couldn't say no." Lee blushed deep red and giggled. "Well, yeah thanks." The rest of the group laughed, prompting further blushing from Lee. "Well, said Tina, we'd better hear you then." Lee jumped to his feet. "Really, you really wanna hear ME sing." "Well, that's what you're here for aren't you?" "Yeah, I guess, but what should I sing?" "Do something from Popstars," shouted out Jon. "Yeah" called out Tina, "Like Bridge Over Troubled Water". Lee stepped to the middle of the room and began to sing "Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkle, totally unaccompanied.
By the time he reached the second verse, Tina, Hannah, and Rachael were already in tears. Jon was sobbing. Paul however was entranced. He had the most beautiful voice it plunged into his soul. Though tears were pouring down his cheeks, he kept on watching, every note reminded him of the crash, of his guilt.
When you're down and out,
When you're on the street,
When evening falls so hard,
I'll comfort you I'll take your part
Ohhhh when darkness comes, and pain is all around.
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay thee down,
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay thee down.
It was minutes before anyone spoke. Paul was standing shaking. It was all too much for him. Lee walked over too him, stunned by the effect his singing had on Paul. "Soppy boy" he said, as he rubbed away the tears on Paul's cheeks. Jon was the next to move, he simply stood, and walked] towards the two boys, followed quickly by Hannah, Rachael and Tina. They said nothing; they just walked forward, making a circle with the others. Jon gently took Lee's wrist, and extending his hand out palm down, placed his hand on top. The others quickly followed. Some would swear there was a bright blue flash of light next; some would say those affects only happen on TV. Whatever they saw, everyone in that circle felt it, that buzz that shock. "Well," said Paul at last "welcome to S Club 7."
By this time, the sun was setting over the confines of the studio, and a red glow lit the room through the window. "Well I don't know about you lot, but I'm beat," said Paul. "Well, I am starving, aren't you Jonny Jon?" asked Hannah. "Han, you're always hungry," he replied, "and you're always right. Yeah, I'm starving." So, it was agreed that Jon, Hannah, Rachael, and Tina would go
out for food, but Paul declined the offer, promising to show Lee around, and call for some take-out.
It was 10pm that evening, and Lee and Paul sat in the terrace lounge amongst the remnants of the Chinese that Paul had called for. Lee had listened intently for hours to Paul about life in S Club 7, and what the future held for him in it. For Paul, it was a delightful experience. Those eyes, he couldn't tear himself from them. And he constantly wanted to walk over and run his hands through Lee's hair. could it be possible he was attracted to him? No that was stupid. Lee too, was having trouble keeping his eyes from Paul's body. He didn't like to admit it, especially to himself, but since seeing Paul on the first series of Miami 7 he'd had a mild attraction too him. Perhaps his being in S Club might be slightly harder than he though too.
By 11pm Lee was growing tired, and decided to tell Paul he was gonna catch the train back to his apartment across London. However, Paul wouldn't let him go out alone so late. "You're a member of the band now, you know that, that means you get a room of your own " He paused "but Brads room hasn't been touched since he left Jo wouldn't allow it." He gazed into the night for a moment before continuing. "I know," he said, a grin creeping across his face, "you can crash in my room with me. We're gonna be spending a lot of time together anyway." Lee was shocked; it might be a bit embarrassing. Nevertheless, he conceded, the band would be his life from now on, so he better get used to it.
When they reached Paul's room, Paul bounded in, and began bouncing on the bed like an excited child. "This is so cool" he admitted, "it's like being a kid again, and having a sleepover." Lee surveyed the room, there was only the one bed, and it looked like he would be on the floor. "Do you have some blankets or something?" he asked Paul. "What for?" came the reply. "You know, so I can sleep on the floor." Paul chuckled again, he had a great smile, and it put Lee at ease. "Well, I was thinking you could like... err bunk up with me," said Paul, shuffling his feet. "That is if you don't mind." "Sss sure," Lee was dumbstruck. It was enough to be sleeping in the same room as this gorgeous idol, but in the same bed!
"All-right then," said Paul and quickly began pulling off his clothes. Lee let his jaw drop, and inch-by-inch took in the half naked form before him. Paul was well-defined, strong legs, strong arms, and strong torso. His eyes were drawn to Paul's chest, covered by a scattered light patch of hair, and his dark nipples, the left one was pierced. He licked his lips subconsciously, as his eyes trailed down Paul's chest, past his smooth stomach, to his boxers. Paul stretched, yawned, and leaned back, prompting a large tent in his baby-blue boxers. Lee sized him up; he was larger than normal, definitely.
Paul pulled back the sheets and jumped into bed. "Coming to bed lover boy," he joked. Lee blushed deep red again, before pulling off Paul's T-shirt and Jeans, praying that the baggy boxers hid the massive hard one that Paul's little peep show had given him. He cautiously slipped between the sheets, and Paul flicked the light switch. 'I'm a heavy sleeper, so just give me a poke in the morning to wake me up ok.' Paul told Lee. Paul turned on his side, and nuzzled his face into Lee's hair. "Night," he whispered. "Night" Lee replied. He however was having more trouble in getting to sleep, he was still so excited about the day's events, he had to keep repeating in his mind, he was a member of S Club 7, he was a member of S Club 7. God, he hadn't even called his parents to tell them! He was glad he'd hit it off so well with the others though, especially Paul, he seemed a real kind and genuine guy. Lee yawned, and decided it was best to get some sleep. He turned to face Paul, who pulled him close to his body. And so they fell asleep, Paul with his arm around Lee, Lee unconsciously petting Paul's chest.
This bliss was not to last Lee found, as his sleep was rudely interrupted at 3am that morning. In the dark, Paul's arms were flailing, and he was shouting out. "No, No, Bradley Nooooooooooooo."
CHAPTER 4
Lee panicked for a moment, before realising Paul was having a nightmare. Quickly he pulled Paul close to him and began petting his head. He whispered to him 'shh shh Paul, its Ok, it all Ok'. Paul's flailing stopped, and his shouting reduced to a quite sobbing. Lee pulled Paul's face closer to his; he could feel the wet drip of tears falling from Paul's eyes, he gently wiped them away. He was shocked then, to feel Paul's hand move up behind his head, and pull him to his face. Their lips touched, and Paul pushed his tongue against Lee's lips. Lee put up little resistance, and accepted the kiss. Paul sucked gently on Lee's tongue for several moments before pulling away, his hands continuing to caress Lee's head and back, his hands slowly moving down to Lees bubble butt. Lee lay still, too shocked by what had just occurred. He looked up at Paul, his eyes were still closed, and he seemed to be sleeping. Lee's hand brushed Paul's pierced nipple, and Paul let out a deep sigh.
Lee slowly moved his face down to Paul's chest, and began to suck lightly on the pierced nipple prompting further moans from Paul, who tightly pulled Lee to him with one hand. With the other, he pushed back the covers, exposing his boxers. Lee noticed he was now fully erect, at almost eight ½ inches. The uncut head poked just from the top of the boxers, which by now where soaked with precum. With his free hand, Paul slowly caressed his throbbing cock. Paul's breathing rapidly increased as he ran his hand up and down the shaft, faster and faster. Lee ran his hand lightly up Paul's chest, and lightly licked the ring with his tongue. This sent Paul over the edge and he moaned aloud, a dark stain appearing on his boxers. He wrapped both his hands around Lee, and whispered to him 'Thank you'. Again, Lee looked up, but this time, Paul's eyes were open.
Lee and Paul were not the only ones awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. In his room, Jon, unable to sleep, groaned, and stepping out of bed made his way to the adjoining bathroom. He flicked the light-switch, and quickly shut his eyes against the blinding light. He felt sick again, deep inside his stomach. He knocked on the CD player as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He gasped as the warm water hit him, and slowly began to wash himself. On the stereo, the second S Club album began to play. Jon heard his own voice through the cascade,
I can't stand to see you sad,
I can't bear to hear you cry,
If you can't tell me what you need,
All I can do is wonder why.
Someday, someway (there's no need to cry)
Someday, someway (cause I wonder why)
Someday, someway, maybe you'll understand me.
As the song played, and the water flowed, Jon began to sob. Slowly his sobbing grew, and he doubled up, tears falling from his eyes as fast as the water from the shower. 'Why', he gasped between breaths 'Why, why?'. He fell back against the wall, and slipped down, ending crumpled on the shower floor. Amid the noise of his tears, and the cascade of water he could be heard to whisper a single word...
'I, I'm sorry I didn't mean to' Lee grasped wildly for an excuse to explain his actions. Paul placed a finger to his lips, silencing him. 'Shhh, Shhh Lee, Its ok, I don't mind'. Paul's lips on his silenced any further protest Lee could have made. The kiss lasted briefly, a fleeting kiss, but to Paul it was THE kiss. Paul pushed himself up onto his knees, straddling Lee. "I don't know why, but ever since I laid eyes on you this morning I felt I needed you" Paul told Lee. "I'm not scared or worried when I'm with you, you're different to the others. I've never never felt this way about someone, let alone another boy." Paul looked down into Lee's eyes; they plunged into his soul again. He had only known Lee a few hours, but looking into those eyes it was like he'd known him forever. He needed to tell Lee how he felt, and he wasn't afraid. "Lee, I love you". Lee's eyes sparkled, and Paul felt himself sucked in by them. "I know," replied Lee "I love you too and I want to be with you." Paul was close to t ears again; how could this boy be so wonderful? How could he fulfil all his dreams with those few simple words? "I want to be with you too" Paul told Lee.
Slowly Paul began to kiss his way down Lee's body, running his tongue sensuously down him chest and around his nipples. As he reached Lee's boxers, he pulled them back gently with his teeth, exposing Lees throbbing erection to the cool air of the room. Lee could do little but let out a gentle sigh. Paul slowly ran his tongue up the shaft, and lee threw his head back gripping Paul's arms. Paul loved the scent of Lee, his boyish smell, and the faint odour of raspberries from his hair gel. Paul opened his mouth, and with one long, deep, plunge took all of Lee's 7" into his mouth. Lee bit his lower lip and whimpered. The feeling was electric. No pleasure in the world could have prepared him for this. Paul began bobbing his head, slowly at first, but then faster and faster up and down Lee's cock. Lee's breathing rapidly increased, and his grip on Paul's arms turned them white. Paul reached back with one hand and slowly massaged Lee's balls. This was too much for Lee, who threw his head back, shooting 6 times into Paul's mouth, Paul swallowing greedily. He pulled off the spent Lee, and looking at him raised an eyebrow and giggling licked his lips. He lay down next to Lee again, and whispered in his ear " I think I am going to like having you in the Club". Lee smiled, and locked in each other's arms, the two fell asleep.
At breakfast the next morning, the full new S Club was finally assembled. Lee and Paul were first to the table, and after last nights events sat chatting happily and laughing. Next to enter was Tina, followed shortly by Rachael. Both greeted the boys a happy morning, and went to get some food from the breakfast bar. Next, came Jon, looking exceedingly tired. Paul gave him a flash smile as he came in and beckoned him to sit with them. Jon groaned and slumped down beside Paul, his head on the table. 'You alright Jon? Long night' he asked. Jon looked at him eyes glaring 'You have no idea', before slumping his head back on the table. Finally, came Tina, with a well-rested Jo. She seemed chirpier than yesterday, but glared at Lee when she saw him, ignoring him for the whole breakfast. The breakfast passed without much event, apart from Lee almost choking on his orange juice when Paul chose to let his wandering hand wander just a little bit too high.
Following breakfast came the formalities of signing the contracts. Yet, Lee seemed oddly distracted during the process, though none but Paul knew why. Jon too seemed to have something on his mind, and sat glum faced the whole time. He managed a weak smile when Lee was formally welcomed to the band, but excused himself straight afterwards. Lee too said that it was best for him to get back to his Kingston apartment; he hadn't had a wash or a shower, and needed some of his own clothes. He declined an offer from both Rachael and Paul to drive him - both who were returning to their own apartments - as he preferred to take the train. As he left the room, he inconspicuously squeezed Paul's leg, promising he would be back that night.
Lee bounded from the station to his apartment, humming and bouncing his way home or was it home any more? He reflected. He reached the second floor studio just after 10am, and pushed open the door. He stood in the entrance of the large open plan studio, his flatmate Justin was sitting in his dressing gown eating cereal at the breakfast bar. He had, quite evidently, just got up. Lee made a point of sighing out loud. "Up late again, and such a mess, I don't know how I bare living with you." He giggled. Justin swung around on his stool to face him. "Why, if it isn't the famous new member of S Club 7, I presume" Lee nodded. Justin grinned, "I knew it and so my famous flatmate returns home from a night where exactly?" "Oh, just with the band you know, now I'm famous and all "replied Lee, laughing out loud. "And now, I want a shower" he added, throwing down his bag. Justin surveyed Lee as he headed for the shower door. 'Oh, and by the way' he added as Lee opened the door ' what happened to your clothes!' Lee turned and grinned "You wouldn't believe me if I told you". He dodged quickly behind the door before the pillow hit him.