This story is pure fiction and involves the members of Westlife. I am in no way implying anything about the sexuality of any of their members. This is purely a fictional story. Enjoy!
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Westlife Romance - Part 3
Kian and Derek emerged from the room minutes later, still enjoying the lovemaking they had just engaged in. As they walked down the hall towards the elevator, the silence was broken by a question that Kian had long dreaded to hear.
"So, when are you going to tell him?" Derek asked.
"Tell who? Tell what?" Kian replied, pretending not to understand Derek's question.
"Nicky...that you're breaking up with him."
Kian paused before replying. He knew that this question would dog him in the days ahead unless he resolved the issue. But on the other hand, how could he tell Nicky that he'd been sleeping with someone else? "I just have to wait till the time is right...I don't want to hurt Nicky more than I already have to."
As they walked into the elevator, Derek locked Kian into a deep, passionate kiss. "We can't go on hiding like this forever, you know," Derek whispered in between kisses.
"I know, I know..." Kian said as he moaned in ecstasy. "I'll tell him after we come back from the photo shoot today."
Derek smiled and continued kissing Kian, stopped only by the fact that they had arrived at the lobby. They separated and Kian walked out of the elevator, heading towards his bandmates who were already waiting for him.
"Come tomorrow, why don't you?" Shane said jokingly.
"Hey, I didn't take THAT long," Kian countered.
The day flew by quickly with the hectic schedule. Before the guys knew it, they had already finished their photo shoot. Since Bryan wasn't there, the guys did their individual shoots first, promising to return tomorrow to finish the group shoots. As they finished up for the day, the guys got into their car and headed back to the hotel.
"You ok, Kian? You don't look too good..." Mark observed.
"I dunno...I don't feel so well," Kian replied weakly.
Immediately, a concerned Nicky placed his hands on his lover's forehead. "You've got a bit of a fever, Kian. Let's get you back to the hotel and you can get some sleep. It shouldn't be too bad."
"This really sucks..." Kian complained.
"Do you want one of us to stay with you?" Shane offered.
"Nah...I'll probably just fall asleep anyways. You guys go and have dinner."
"We'll bring something back for you, k?" Nicky said as he looked at Kian with concerned eyes.
Kian nodded as he was already half asleep.
The remaining boys had a tough time carrying Kian to his room. But eventually, they succeeded in their task. They decided to go to a nearby Italian restaurant for dinner. Bryan was back from meeting his friend and he joined the rest of the guys for dinner.
Everyone was hungry from the photo shoot. Shane and Mark discussed some of their musical ideas in between bites of pasta. Occasionally Nicky offered a few comments, but his mind was on Kian, hoping to get back to the hotel to take care of his boyfriend as soon as dinner is over. Amidst these thoughts, Nicky glanced over and noticed that Bryan was unusually quiet and that his food was almost untouched.
"You okay, Bry?" Nicky asked softly, his eyes again full of concern for his friend.
"I'm fine," Bryan replied.
The answer was not reassuring for Nicky but he decided not to pursue it further until they get back to the hotel. He just gave Bryan a smile, letting him know that they could talk when he felt ready. Bryan returned the smile appreciatively, but remained quiet for the rest of dinner.
Despite his tired and weakened condition, Kian found it difficult to get any sleep. His mind was heavy with what he was to tell Nicky. Did he really love Derek? Did he love Derek enough to jeopardize his relationship with Nicky? And what about Nicky? How can he justify what he was about to do to his friend, his lover? Kian could feel his eyes well up with tears just as his bedroom door opened quietly. He quickly dried up his tears and greeted his visitor.
"That was a quick dinner," Kian said with his trademark smile.
"Sorry for being back so late..." Nicky answered, "hope I didn't starve you too badly."
"Not at all, but seriously, you didn't have to rush back for me."
"Don't be silly, Kian," Nicky continued, "you're not feeling well. I'm not going to leave you here alone." Nicky walked over to Kian's bed and sat down beside him. He felt his boyfriend's forehead with his hands again. "Looks like the fever subsided a bit," Nicky observed with relief. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Nicky got up off the bed and walked to open the door. He reemerged a few moments later, pushing a cart of food into the room.
Kian stared at Nicky in surprise. Nicky smiled back and wheeled the cart beside the bed. Kian sat up in bed and looked at the cart. It had a bit of all his favourite foods, from Japanese to Italian to Chinese to American. "Where...where did you get all this??"
Nicky blushed a bit. "I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat, so I thought this would be the safest thing to do..."
"You must have gone to a million places for all these things," Kian continued incredulously.
For a few brief moments, all troubles left Kian as he marvelled at the things that Nicky did for him. But these happy thoughts were soon replaced by the impending bad news that Kian had to deliver to Nicky. Trying to postpone the inevitable as long as possible, Kian let the night drag on.
Soon, Nicky got up from the bed. "I better go back to my room now...it's getting late. You get some rest, baby, and we'll chat tomorrow, k?" With that, Nicky gave Kian a kiss on his forehead and walked towards the door.
"Wait Nicky!!"
Nicky turned around to look at Kian. "What is it?"
"There's something that I have to tell you...I don't think it can wait till tomorrow..."
...to be continued....
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