This is another installment of SIMPLY WORDS, my fantasy with boy band BOYZONE member, STEPHEN GATELY. Again I would like to remind you that this is just a fantasy and none of these events ever happen. Although the first part of the composition stated that it was written before STEPHEN GATELY had came out last June of 1999, this part was written after he came out.
If you are a minor, you know the rule. Please don't read this and find something more suitable for you age. If you're a bigot who just wandered here by mistake, you are allowed to stay. I would like to request you, however, to please keep an open mind
I always hope that this fantasy of mine would become a reality but until then... well. This is the first explicit story I've ever written. I would gladly receive any constructive criticism about this composition. My e-mail is j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com and if another fan of Boyzone is reading this short story, could you provide me with MR. STEPHEN GATELY'S e-mail address? Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it!
Read and enjoy!!!
SIMPLY WORDS
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I was already halfway through the corridor when I realized something. I still love Stephen and I know I don't care about what the other boys had said. No matter what, deep inside, I know that he truly loves me, and one good enough reason for me to stay.
I returned to the room and prepared to go to bed. I felt so physically drained and mentally exhausted that I instantly went to sleep when I fell into the bed. It was about midnight when I sensed somebody coming into the room and switching the light on. I didn't open my eyes. But I knew it was him.
"Stephen..." I asked groggily. "Stephen, is that you?"
"Yes, love." I heard him say. "I'm coming."
"Let's just go to bed..." I whispered tiredly. "I just want to be in your arms tonight."
He quietly took off of his clothes and shut the light off. Naked, he came over to the bed and slipped between the silky bed sheets. Stephen gingerly took me in his arms, kissed me sweetly on the lips. With our lips locked, he explored my whole body with his fingers. A touch here and touch there, a touch everywhere... he gently grabbed my ass and gingerly inserted his index finger in my hole. He broke the kiss and said. "Please make love with me, tonight. Please be mine tonight and forever."
"I am yours, now and forever." I answered lovingly.
Stephen looked at me and smiled. He grabbed a tube of lube from the side table and immediate raised my legs. He placed his head down between them and began to lick my asshole. I sighed a little when Stephen began to tongue my rosebud, but that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure when he thrust his tongue inside my ass. After a few minutes of getting it nice and wet with his saliva, he lubed up his throbbing cock. He then placed some of the lube on his finger and inserted it into my hole, spreading the lube around generously. Stephen inserted another finger in and wiggled it around until he felt my ass ring was nice and loose.
"Fuck me, please." I begged.
"No,..." He said as he stopped. "Tonight, I'm going to make love to you..."
Stephen leaned over me kissed me, before placing the large head of his dick against my opening. With a hard push he felt it give way and his head slide into my bunghole. I screamed, and he immediately stopped. "I can take it out if it hurts to much."
"No, just give me a moment to adjust." I assured him. I then encouraged him. "I love you..."
"I love you, too..." He smiled like an angel. Stephen kneeled on the bed with his cockhead still lodged in my ass. Finally his fuzzy balls rested against my ass. He paused while I got used to having the massive cock in there, and then finally began to slowly slide his well-lubed cock in and out of my aching ass.
My pain quickly turned into pleasure as the friction built in intensity. My cock was again rock-hard. As his cock brushed against my prostate, I cried out in ecstasy. Stephen knew that it wasn't gonna take long for him to shoot his load, and I was frantically jacking my meat. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He came inside my ass and began jacking furiously my dong.
"AHHH! I'M CUMMING!!!!" Cried out Stephen.
"Me... too!!!" I responded.
With that a stream of cum blasted from Stephen cockhead, my ass was filled with his juice. The impact put me over the edge. As Stephen's seed splattered inside me, my own cock shot up and blasted Stephen in the chin. Exhausted, he fell forward on top of me, caressing my body with the a pool of my cum.
After all have been said and done, he said. "You know, I could sing with you forever."
I looked towards him and smiled. "Couldn't have done it without you."
"Why did you disappear tonight?" He asked in a concerned whispered. "The crowd loved you, you could have given them an encore..."
"Please don't ask me about that, Stephen." I said as if begging. "Just don't. Tonight, I just want to sleep."
"Okay..." He replied as he cuddled against me.
I sank deeper in his warm and loving embracing arms. "Yes, he loves me..." I thought. "He really loves me.
And I just want to be where I am now... forever."
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The next morning, I felt somebody or... something licking my nose. I opened my eyes and saw Stephen lovable face. "Good morning, love." He greeted me. "Wake up sleeping beauty."
"What time is it?" I asked incoherently.
"Around 6:30 in the morning,... time to pack. We'd better hurry up." He smiled an angelic smile. "We'll be leaving for Hong Kong this afternoon."
"But my travel documents aren't ready yet." I argued. I guess I still have second thoughts about staying with the band.
He stood up and went to the closet. "Not to worry. We have covered everything." He took a small leather bag out of the cabinet drawer. "Here's your travel documents, your airline ticket and everything you need at the customs. So I guess all you have to do is be on that plane when it leaves."
"But I have to call my parent first and ask permission if I could go with you."
"Already called. Our manager had immediately told them yesterday afternoon that you were part of the band now. And, oh before I forget, they said they will be sending your passport through FedEx." Stephen continued to smile. "Isn't it great?"
"Yeah, great..." I tried to smile. Now, the hesitation on my face was really obvious. "Just great,... just... great."
"Andy, anything wrong?" He asked in concern. "You don't seem to be too... too excited."
"No, it's just too early in the morning." I lied. I got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash my face. But he grabbed my arm.
"Andy, I know something is bothering you." He told me.
"No, everything's just fine." I insisted, avoiding his stare. I stammered. "Nothing... nothing's wrong, I can assure you that."
"I don't believe you." He told me, firmly.
I answered. "Nothing IS wrong..."
"If you really love me, you should be honest to me." Stephen looked at me sadly, as he sat on the bed. He wiped his hand across his face and added, uneasily. "I assume that you still love me..."
"What?!!!" I asked shocked.
"Last night..." he stared blankly towards the empty wall. "When you were singing 'Separate Lives', I know you were talking about us."
"I,.. I wasn't." I fibbed.
Stephen looked at me with a mixture shock, disbelief and anger on his face "Oh, come on! You don't expect me to believe that, do you?..." He stood up and walked towards me. "I may be childish, Andy! I may look stupid but, give me a little more credit than that. I'm not dumb, you know. I know something is troubling you. Tell me what's the problem, Andy. If you still love me, you'll tell me. Please."
I felt dizzy... I had to sit down. The room was spinning at a very high speed, and I need to sit down.
"I told you nothings is wrong." I insisted, holding my breath, controlling everything underneath with a cool surface.
"Andy?..."
Then, I just blew up. "JUST BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO GO TO FUCKING HONG KONG WITH YOUR FUCKING BAND, DOESN'T MEAN SOMETHING IS FUCKING WRONG. CAN'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT!!!"
"I just want to know,... please!" He knelt in front of me, as if begging me. "I know your hiding something,... tell me, please. Andy, if you still love me, then tell me please. I really need to know..."
I was already exhausted from hiding the truth. So tired avoiding and running away from my problems. I guess I just have to let the cat out of the bag. I had to let him know about everything.
"When we started this,... this thing, I always thought that it would just a one night stand. As we moved on, I realized that our little thing had become a relationship and more... I had fallen in love with you. Everything was just fine. But, then..." I paused as I smiled unhappily, then looked down.
I took a deep breath then continued. "Then, I have heard that you had just fallen out of a relationship... before we had ours. Tell me the truth, did you just fall in love with me on rebound?... Are you just using me to... to assure yourself that you're still desirable?"
"No... No, I've never thought of doing that..." He answered silently as he stood up and walked away. "I would never do such a thing."
"So please, look at me straight in the eyes and tell me that." I walked up behind him and begged. "Please tell me that you didn't fall in love with me on a rebound. Other people are already talking about it and I just..."
"WHAT?!!!" He interrupted me as he walked away to the window. He then, stammered, laughing nervously. "That's ridiculous,... That's totally ridiculous,... crazy even. Who, the hell, would tell you that?"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT,... THAT'S NOT THE ISSUE RIGHT NOW." I shouted. "JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH!!! DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ME ON A REBOUND? ANSWER ME, PLEASE"
He paused and said, still looking out the window in an edgy manner. "I didn't fall in love with you on a rebound."
"Then, look me straight in the eyes." I ordered him.
"Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that."
"I didn't fall..." He looked me straight in the eyes.
He faltered a bit then he looked away. "I didn't fall in love with you on a rebound."
I grabbed his face so that he would look at me straight in the eyes. Begging him, I asked again. "Please tell me. I really need to know." My eyes began swelling with tears. "Did you really love me or is this just one of your rebound relationships."
"I,... I,..." He stammered and then cast his eyes down to the floor. Slowly, his tears began to fall one by one.
I felt so hurt by his actions,... Betrayed, even. I defended him last afternoon, and,... and after all the troubles I have gone through, I couldn't believe that this was just all I've received. He couldn't even tell me the truth. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Thanks a lot. Thanks a whole lot." I said sarcastically. "I feel sooo secured now that I really know how much you really love me."
"Andy, wait!!!" He shouted. "Let me explain!!!"
"There's nothing more to be said... Do you hear me... NOTHING!!!" I shouted as I cried. "If you can't be honest with me then,... then,..." my voice trailed into sobs.
"PLEASE, let me explain." He tried to hug me.
I pushed his arms away in hysterics. "Don't,... I said DON'T YOU EVER DARE TOUCH ME!!! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
Immediately I went over the cabinet and I grabbed my bag. Without giving the situation a second thought, I fled out of the room. On the way to the elevator I bumped into Mikey. "Hey, what happened. I heard someone shouting from your room!!!"
"You must be soooo happy now, now that you've wreaked our,... our,..." I failed to continue because of my sobs.
He started to apologize. "Oh, Andy, It was never my,..."
"Liar,... you big liar,... I want to go home,... and I want to go home now!" I was beyond hysterics.
The rest of the boys came out of their rooms. They were shocked by my actions. "OH MY GOD!!!" Ronan instantly cried out when he saw me. "Mikey, Keith, please check Stephen in his room. Come on Andy." He opened his arms and immediately hugged me. "Come on, let's talk."
He and Shane brought me to his room and let me sit on chair. "Here's some water." Shane offered me. "Better drink some. It will help calm down."
"I never thought that this would end this way." I was calmer now.
"Believe me, it could have been worse." Ronan said sadly. "Actually, I'm not please with this event. You and Stephen could have been a couple, and I'm not just saying this to make you feel better."
"Well, whoppee to Mikey." I laughed bitterly then sneered. "I'll have to congratulate him for all his efforts to break us apart. I guess now he's really happy now. Probably, he's getting ready to pop a bottle of champagne."
"As a matter of fact, no." Shane answered. "He realized that he was wrong about you. He was going to apologize to you this morning. But it looks like he already came too late."
"Give the guy a break. Mikey is always like that." Ronan explained in earnest. "Being the oldest, he's concerned with everyone in the group. He was very concerned about you, about what will happen if something like this ever happen."
"So please, we'd really want you to stay." Ronan requested. "Really, really want you stay.'
"I don't think I can do that." I told him the truth, quite coolly. I stood up, took my bag and headed for the door. "I'm going back to Cebu now. Good luck to your tour. I just hope that we wouldn't meet again... no offense intended."
Just then Mikey came in the room and informed us of Stephen's present condition. "Steo has locked himself in the bathroom and wouldn't come out."
"Well, well, well..." I looked at him coldly, mockingly. "Mikey, congratulations, you've got what you wanted. So, I guess right now all you need is a bottle of champagne to celebrate this victorious occasion."
"Andy, please..." Mikey groaned, rubbing his temples.
"So you're asking me nicely, now..." I said in mocked surprised. "What a shock!"
"Andy,..." Ronan raised his hand signaling me to stop talking."
"You're begging me to stop now." I looked at Ronan. I was on a roll. I started spewing acid all over Mikey. "I'm going to stop when I'm happy, okay. How dare you come in here and act as if you have nothing to do with this thing, well in fact, you're the one who caused it all. I can forgive you for what you did me, but I can never forgive you for what you did to Stephen. You can go to fucking hell for all..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!!!" Ronan shouted. "YES, YOU WERE RIGHT. IT WAS NOT PROPER FOR US TO TREAT YOU THAT WAY. BUT YOU SHOULD REALIZED THAT WE..."
"Ronan, don't worry about it..." He interrupted then turned to me. "Andy, I'm sorry this had to happen. I apologized for all my actions. I would still like you to stay with the band. But if you don't want to, I won't badger you to remain with us."
"I decided last night that this would my first and last stint in show business." I said. "Right now I'm going home, just as I promised my parents."
"I guess I can't stop you from decision." Mikey answered calmly."
"But,..." Shane began to argue.
"No buts, Shane." Mikey interrupted. "That choice is to be made by Andy. I suggest that all you find a way to get Steo out of the bathroom. We have to be in Hong Kong by this afternoon."
When the rest of the boys went out of the room, I decided to leave. Silently, I pick up my bag and began to walk out of toward the corridor. "Andy,..." I heard Mikey called to me. "I would like to take you to the airport."
"That wouldn't necessary." I said calmly.
"I insist." He replied. "Let me take you to the airport. After all, we promised your parent to return you in one piece. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"I said that won't me necessary." I said firmly,... but calmly.
"Andy,..." he started. "I don't want you to go home hating the boys, hating Stephen and, most of all, hating me. Please let's try to make things better. I'm already tired and I know that you are too. So, let's just stop this fight."
Sensing his sincerity, I decided to take on the offer, after all, Manila was never known for friendly and traffic-free streets.
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As we were riding on the hotel airport service, Mikey began talking to me. "The moment you walked into our hotel room in Cebu, I knew there was something about you,... just couldn't put my finger back then. But..."
"Let me guess..." I interrupted blankly. "Trouble maker, son of a bitch? Or how about boy slut?"
"Let's just stop the fighting, for once, Andy. I'm already tired of fighting. For once, let's talk normally." He replied wearily, as he massaged his forehead. "Let's talk like decent, civilized people just for this one, okay? No insults, no bitching, no violence, no middle finger, no shouting, no harassment, no nothing, okay?"
I stared blankly outside the window. I was still engrossed with anger. "I'll take your silence as a yes." He told me. He paused, looked away, as if gathering his thoughts, then looked back at me. "You probably don't understand why I had to do it, why I had tried to break you up."
"Why should I care?" I said bitterly. "Why should I care when you just wanted to separate the two of us."
"At first, that was my plan. I was so afraid that Stephen's homosexuality would somehow leak to the press. I was afraid that if that really happens, what would happen to the boys and me." He looked at me for a reaction. He didn't get any.
"I was so selfish that I only thought about the my future in Boyzone and not the love that both of you have shared." He looked down. "But when I saw the two of you so in love, I realized that both of you only want to be together, I guess it was your song last night that hit me."
"So, last night, after the concert, the others and I talked and decided that you and Stephen should stay together." He smiled sadly. "We haven't told Stephen about last afternoon, you know the secret meeting. So this morning, I was going to your room and tell Stephen honestly about the whole incident. I wanted both of you to be happy. But, unfortunately, I came too late.
"Well, I was glad you came in late, too" I said, trying to hold my tears.
"You,... you are?!!!..." He looked at me, shocked.
"At least now,... now... now I know that he didn't really love me. That,... that it was,... it was all just,... just..." My voice broke off into sobs. I couldn't hold my tears any longer.
"Oh, Andy!" He exclaimed ruefully. "Oh, Andy, I'm really disappointed to hear that, really I am." He came closer and gave me a hug. "Really, I never meant those things to happen."
I gasped for air. "Well, I'll be fine... I know I will" I answered as I wiped the tears off my eyes. "...Eventually..."
"Is there anything we,... no,... is there anything I can do to help." Mikey finally shown emotions from his previously cool and cold exterior. "Is there anything I could do to make you stay with Stephen."
"No, I don't think so,..." I wiped my tears off my eyes. "I decided that all this will end now. I was only fooling myself when I thought somebody as big as Stephen would ever find love in somebody like me."
"Don't say that!... Don't ever say that!" He scolded me "I seen how Stephen acted with his previous relationships before but I've never saw him act like this before. Sure, he may be on a rebound when the two of you have met. But, I know he sincerely loves you."
"And what if he's not." I challenge him.
"I just know,... okay." He answered hastily.
"Well, sorry but I don't think I am ready to take that challenge." I replied flatly. "I'm already tired. I just want to go home and die as a has-been."
"Wait." He took his memo pad, tore a page and jotted something on it as fast as he could. He handed me the piece of paper and said. "This is our e-mail, please don't throw it away. If you need anything or decide to come back, don't hesitate to call us. Please do come back. Not for the band's sake,... for Stephen. Believe me, Andy, he needs you. He needs somebody to love him."
I looked at the piece of paper and just slipped it into my pocket. I just kept myself silent, trying to hold my emotions intact, attempting not to remember the last few bittersweet days and holding my tears so that they may not fall. I stared blankly outside the car window, telling and assuring myself that once I get home everything will be fine,... convincing myself that everything will return back to what was once before, though I know things would only get worse.
When we arrived at the airport, Mikey helped me carry my bags to checking area. He was really silent, deeply thinking about something. Then he looked at me sadly and said. "I ask for your forgiveness and apologized all the things I've done to you. You don't know how much Stephen really loves you." He looked down, in melancholy. "Really, please don't go. Stephen needs you.
"He needs you desperately, Andy. He just can't stand another heartbreak and if he,... if he.." Mikey voiced began to falter and tremble.
I pulled him to face me and I say his red-rimmed eyes flowing with tears. I hug him and said. "Mikey, there is a time for everything." I paused and then, I continued. "It is just unfortunate that this isn't the right the time for Stephen and me."
I still had emotion control in check. I didn't want to get carried by my emotion in a very open place. "There will always be a time for the two of us. But, until then, well, I guess I have to wait."
I began to walk away then I turned around. "Goodbye Mikey,... good luck on your tour." I said giving him a smile,... a sad, bittersweet smile as I continued to walked towards the boarding area.
I heard Mikey calling my name, he shouted and he yelled. I didn't look back. I couldn't look back. If I do, I don't think I would have the strength to stop myself from crying. I got on the plane at the Mabuhay Class, the first class section. I found my seat near the window and I threw my hand carry baggage on the overhead compartment. I sat on the chair and looked outside the window.
Sitting beside me was an old lady who just wanted to go to sleep, thank God. The flight attendant started to blabber about something or another about what to do when the plane crash.
"Oh, I just don't know. What do we do when plane crashes?" I thought cynically. "Scream, perhaps?"
When the plane was finally on the air, I stood up calmly and carefully passed the sleeping, now snoring old woman. Inconspicuously, I walked through the aisle to the direction of the washroom. Quietly, I slipped in and lock the door. When all has been said and done, I sat on the toilet seat. Then, I cried my heart out, all the way to Cebu.
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