This is my first attempt at a story, so please be gentle. this is about the irish band westlife.
this is mainly a love story, so don't expect any sex.
Disclaimer: this is FICTION, and as far as i know none of the westlife lads are gay, if you're not allowed to read this, then please leave. otherwise enjoy.
Nicky and shane were messing about after the first night of their sellout concert. They were knocking back the guinness, totally wrecked. Bry was laughing with kian, mark was grinning at a cute girl, plucking up the courage to go over. Nicky drapes his arms around shane's neck, grinning insanely. Shane tries to dance unsuccessfully and falls on the floor dragging nicky with him They look at each other and burst out laughing, nicky's head lolled on shane's shoulder, he glanced down at nicky and felt his hair ticklng his nose, he felt a twinge of guilt as he realised he liked the feel of nicky pressed against him. Shane was single and could never connect with girls, nicky was his best friend, but could he be attracted to him? He shook his head furiously as if forcing the thought out of his head, this made nicky wake up, his bleary eyes looked at shane and he grinned.
"Did I nod off shay?"
"Yeah, you were drooling on my shoulder" shane said with an sly grin Nicky struggled to stand up
"Sorry mate, i'm wrecked, i'm off back to the hotel" Shane laughed
"And how do you plan on doing that when you can barely stand!"
"i'm fine" he slurred. He pulled himself up again, and fell over again, he relented
"Okay, okay, will you help me?"
Shane giggled
"I'll try, but i'm just as wrecked as you"
Nicky finally stood up and helped shane up, to shane's embarrassment he went bright red as nicky's fingers wrapped around his, but luckily nicky didn't notice. He sighed as nicky leant against him, but pushed the thought away again, they staggered out of the club and got in a taxi.
Nicky fell asleep in the taxi, shane gazed out of the window, cursing himself for thinking that way about his closest friend.
At the hotel, nicky was grumpy after been woken up again.
When they got in the warmth of their room, nicky crashed on the bed, shane couldn't stop staring at him, his face fell as he realised that he could be gay, and that nicky would never feel the same way, depressed he flopped on his bed and willed sleep to come, but whenever he closed his eyes, he only saw one image...nicky's smiling face.
He cried out in anguish, nicky woke up startled "Shane, you okay mate?" he mumbled.
Shane didn't respond, so nicky just went back to sleep, thinking he'd dreamt it.
Shane did hear him, he cried himself to sleep quietly.
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i know it's short but i need to know if anyone wants me to continue it.. likes or dislikes welcome.