Hey everyone,
This one is a collaboration between me and Scott. It's Scott's idea and we're rotating half chapters. This is Scott's first story, so be nice to him. :) My other stories are Affirmation and You Needed Me, so check them out. Enjoy! Amber silentkid@angelfire.com. Write to Scott at SavageGardenBoy@angelfire.com We both want to hear from you.
disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It contains mature gay subject matter and does not reflect on the lives of the people depicted within, specifically Boyzone and Robbie Williams. Do not read if you are underage or if it breaks laws in your community.
Robbie felt his foot brush against something warm, and he pulled the blankets around him tighter. He reached his arm out to find the source of the warmth and was surprised to find that it was another body.
His eyes shot open and he found himself looking at Stephen. He froze. Confused, he felt around to find if they were wearing any clothes. They were, meaning nothing had happened. Relieved, he pulled Stephen closer to him and tried to sleep again. He couldn't, though, as the floor was too hard. Funny how being crammed between the couch and Stephen had been so comfortable last night, but now the hard wood floors dug into his back. He sat up, carefully moving so Stephen's head ended up in his lap. Robbie stretched and looked around. The tv was showing a blue screen. The vcr had ejected Little Mermaid. He had fallen asleep during the dinner scene. Stephen probably made it to the credits. He always did. Stephen rolled over, flinging his arms as he went. He slapped Robbie's face. Robbie rolled his eyes, remembering what the other BZ lads had told him about Stephen's sleeping habits:
"He's like a windmill, mate" said Ronan.
"I once woke up with his foot in my mouth," confided Keith.
"If we're sharing a hotel room, I always make sure there's two beds," said Shane.
Robbie held his cheek until his head stopped spinning. Stephen had ended up face down, just centimeters from his crotch. Robbie could feel his breath on it, through the fabric of his trousers. He knew if Stephen stayed there much longer he'd get hit in the face with something that was beyond Robbie's control. Robbie tried counting to 10, tried thinking of his mother, and the Gallagher brothers, and even of Margaret Thatcher, but Stephen's hot breath counteracted every thing he did, so finally he pushed him off. Stephen hit the floor with a moan. He opened his eyes and glared sleepily at Robbie.
"Way to wake me up, Rob."
"Sorry," Robbie said.
"Are you going to make me breakfast now? To make it up to me?"
"I don't cook!" Robbie laughed.
"Well, it's time you learned!" Stephen chided. He stood up and pulled Robbie with him. Robbie laughed as Stephen hugged him tightly.
"Well, you're chipper!" he said.
"I love the morning," Stephen said. "C'mon, let's cook."
"Are you sure I should stay? What about Eloy?"
Stephen grabbed Robbie's hand and started leading him to the kitchen. "Eloy won't care," he said.
"Eloy won't care about what?" asked Eloy, having entered just then. He dropped his overnight bag in the foyer and smiled at them in confusion.
Stephen dropped Robbie's hand. "Where the hell have you been?" he asked.
Eloy ignored Stephen's question. "What won't I mind about?" he asked again, peering at Stephen strangely.
"Uh, that Robbie stayed the night. We were just about to make breakfast." Stephen said quietly, moving over to Eloy.
"That's fine," he said distractedly, dodging Stephen's kiss. Robbie noticed that but said nothing. "I'm gonna go put my stuff away. Save me something to eat!" He ruffled Stephen's hair and went upstairs.
Stephen sighed and walked into the kitchen, with Robbie following.
"What's with him?" Robbie asked quietly from the counter he'd sat on. Stephen looked up from the stove he was heating.
"What do you mean?" Stephen said shyly. Robbie knew that Stephen knew exactly what he meant.
"Why does he treat you like that? He hardly spoke to you!" Stephen just shrugged.
"He's always like that." Stephen began moving around the kitchen, looking for something. Robbie jumped down from the counter and went over to Stephen, placing his hands on his shoulders.
"Look at me." Stephen turned around to face Robbie. "Go talk to him. Find out how things are. Maybe you two will fall in love again."
Stephen looked down at that. Robbie was, once again, right. He and Eloy just weren't in love anymore. Eloy couldn't even stand to be around him.
"Now go," Robbie commanded. "I'll make breakfast." He patted Stephen on his bum and shooed him out of the room. He then looked around the large kitchen and sighed. What had he gotten himself into?
Stephen walked into the bedroom quietly and saw two big suitcases on the bed, half full. He sighed and sat down on the floor near the bed. Eloy came walking out of the closet, his arms laden with clothes. He didn't notice Stephen on the floor until he'd tripped on him, dropping the clothes onto the bed.
"What was that for?" Eloy demanded.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way." Stephen said, quickly getting up. He reached over and tried to help Eloy, but his hand was slapped away. "What can I do?" Stephen asked quietly.
"For starters, you can get out of my way." Stephen moved to the other side of the room and stood there. "And you can stop hanging around with Robbie. It'll do you no good."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Stephen protested. "He's a good guy." Eloy snorted.
"Yeah, right. He's not nice, he doesn't know what to do with himself, and he's a druggie. He's ugly as hell, and I wouldn't be surprised if he's killed someone. That's what I mean."
"Stop it Eloy, you don't know what you're talking about. Robbie's not like that at all. He's a nice guy, got a successful career, and he's not a druggie anymore. He's a fixed up his life. He's a good guy, not some criminal."
"And how would you know that?" Within seconds, Eloy was standing in front of Stephen, right in his face. "Did you sleep with him?" Eloy asked lowly.
"No." Eloy slapped Stephen across the face and asked again. "Did you sleep with him?"
"I already told you. No. We just watched a movie and fell asleep. We did not have sex."
Another slap. "You're lying to me. I am not going to stand for this. Stay away from Robbie or pay the price."
Eloy raised his hand as if to slap him again, but turned and went over to the bed. He picked up the suitcases and headed for the door. "I'll see you around," he called and was gone.
Stephen slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. He put his face into his hands and began to cry. 'You can't let him do this to you anymore!' Stephen thought to himself. 'You can do what you like and be friends with who you like. And he can't do anything about it.'
With that, Stephen went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He then changed his clothes and went down to see Robbie, first checking to see that his face looked normal. He found Robbie sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. Stephen fought the urge to kiss him and he giggled. Robbie looked up, confused.
"You look like a typical husband, sitting there like that. Now, where are the kids?" Robbie smiled and the two just looked at each other.
"Oh, um, breakfast. It, uh, didn't come out right. Sorry?" Robbie apologized. Stephen giggled again.
"It's okay. We'll grab something to eat on our way to the studio."
"Okay," Robbie agreed, getting up. "Is there something I could change into? I feel grimy."
"Yep. Follow me. This is Ronan's room when he stays over. You two are about the same size. I'd offer you my clothes, but they'd be a tad small. And Eloy's would just be big. I'll be in the living room when you're done."
'Whatever happened to him?' Rob thought of Eloy.
"Alright. Oh, and Stephen?" He turned to look at Robbie. "Thanks. Thanks for being my friend."
Stephen smiled again and Robbie closed the door to get dressed.
tbc
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