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Chapter 5
Will woke the next morning, his throat feeling very dry and painful. He placed his grey robe around his broad naked shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. He put the kettle on and returned to the bedroom where he searched his open suitcase for the brochure of the hotel. Finding it, he sat on the bed and picked up the phone. He hoped the picture had been found.
In big bold but elegant writing he read the cover - The Grand Hilton Hotel "Where dreams are possibilities". He'd wished his dreams had become reality last night. He closed his eyes and thought back to his dream that night. He had been sitting in a room similar to this. His only clothes being a pair of jogger bottoms, grey at that. He'd been sitting in the chair near a window. Thin cotton curtains blew in from the cold air of the city. There had been not a sound from outside. He had been interrupted from his thinking with the soft call of "William" through the wind.
He had turned to look opposite the window to a double bed where Tom had been laying, posed waiting for him. He had beckoned for Will to come over to him. William had accepted the offer but everything had been moving so slowly, as though the two wanted the moment to last forever. Will had sat on the bed next to Tom, glazing into his eyes. The eyes he'd longed for so many years after their break-up.
He'd moved his head forward, waiting for Tom to move, to show some sign that he too was thinking what Will was thinking. As though the gods agreed and opened the heavens - Toms head had moved forward, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He'd kissed here for some time before moving towards the lips. Will being mesmerized by Toms kissing had begun to groan softly. His hands now had moved from the bed sheets to Wills grey jogging bottoms. Rubbing the bulge that had appeared, Tom had made Will groan even more.
Ring Ring
Will shot back to reality and opened his eyes to the sound of the actually phone ringing. He answered, still slightly groggy from the day dream.
"H-Hello?"
"Will? It's Marcus - are you free now? The papers know where you're staying. If you look out the window, you'll see why I'm calling"
It was Marcus Duvall, Will's and manager. His specialities however remained as a true friend. Noticing from before the day dream, there appeared to be a lot of noise from outside. He picked himself up from the sleepy position from his day dream and walked over to the glass balcony doors. After a few minutes working out how to open the sliding doors, he stepped out onto the balcony, over looking the city of LA. The sun hurt his eyes as he stepped out, bare footed. The noise was tremendous - the screams and cheers of young teenagers. Not all from young ladies mind thought Will, many times he'd had quite a few guys come up to him and try it on. Some had seemed quite cute but only after the publicity. He smiled whilst thinking this - he was no fool.
Glancing down from the balcony, he could see crowds gathering, screaming his name. Some even held posters.
"I love Will"
"William Young. Marry Me"
He chuckled as the crowd went wild due to his appearance. He realised, he was only wearing his robe. Although the sun was warm, there was a chill in the air. Camera flashes went off. He didn't mind, a picture of him only in a grey robe might turn some men and women on from the front page of The Sun. Or the Daily Mirror. A thought suddenly struck him. What if Tom would see the photo? His grin widened and he exposed a little more chest, camera lights flashing wildly. This is for you Tom, he thought, grinning and waving.
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The green Vectra hit 120mph down the long stretch of motorway. Its shape made the car aerodynamic, making that sort of speed easy to reach. It also helped that the 3.0 litre engine was working overtime. Tom gripped the steering wheel hard, concentrating on the road. Thought flew through his head of what had been, what could have been and above all - what he wanted. All he knew was that he needed time to get away - away from it all. With the help of a little favour, Tom had booked two weeks off work and decided to visit his mother and father back home in Wales.
"I think I better leave right now, before I fall any deeper, I think I'd better leave right now, feeling weaker and weaker" sung the radio. The melodic voice carrying the song very well. It came to a halt when Tom quickly pressed the CD button. Automatically it loaded up all sixty eight CD's. The one that had been chosen was 'Cher - the greatest hits'. The beat thumped - "Do you believe in love after love?"
Tom relaxed a little and eased his foot off the accelerator. The car eased to an easy 90mph. So what was all the fuss about getting to see him? Twelve days, he would spend that long with his parents - if not more. He couldn't believe his stupidity for not taking the number out. He'd also checked with the cleaner but she also said that the little piece of paper would probably have been ripped up in the wash. A thought suddenly hit Tom; he picked up his mobile and dialled the banks number, including Matthew's extension number. He activated the hands free kit and the line started to ring. It wasn't long before.
"Mr. Matthew Johnson speaking of Morgan Banks - I must warn you however, I am not into gay sex and I never will be although I know you want me - what the fuck do you want at 7.30am Tom?"
Tom was gob smacked. "How did you know it was me?"
"Your number comes up dumb ass" replied his best friend "anyway - it's not your number - your dial name is Lord Tom". Tom giggled at this, a childish name from a game they had once played as kids. "So what's up? Morgan Boss dude said you'd taken all your holiday time off? I was hope you and me could go hiking somewhere? How come you didn't tell me?"
"It was all short notice Mat" said Tom and then went on to explain the whole situation. Matthew remained silent all the way through. "You there mate?" asked Tom.
"Yes course I am" answered Matthew "Do you still love him Tom?"
"Love who? Will? No way"
"Cos it seems as though you do mate - sorry gotta dash, a fit young blonde has just walked in - I got to get me a piece of That!" The line went dead.
Tom de-activated the hands free kit and relaxed as Cher soothed him with her silk woven voice. He wondered if the fit young blonde had been male or female in Matthew's eyes. Although he was always certain about his sexuality, Tom had always notices the hint of curiousity that came across in Matthew's voice everytime he'd ask a question on homosexuality. He settled again in his seat, he would be in Wales in no time. He had longed to see his parents for so long. Finally he could spend some time with them.
The vectra picked up speed again, hitting at least 100mph with the beat of Cher in the background. It was going to be a long journey.
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