Where Do We Go

By musicfan

Published on May 25, 2003

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Finally, I've had time write and bring to you the long delayed chapter 64, the next chapter in an ongoing story about Stephen Gately from Boyzone and Eloy de Jong, formerly of Caught in the Act. I do hope you like this one, and please write and tell me what you think.

I have no contact with either of the gentlemen in question and such literature is the product of the author's imagination. As with many stories here on Nifty, this story contains explicit sexual language at times, so please be aware of that when reading below.

Cheers,

Musicfan

Stephen woke to the sound of Eloy's heart beating beneath his ear. Lying with his head resting on Eloy's chest, he focused on the steady sound, feeling the slight rumble of Eloy's snores as well. He smiled, his eyes closed as he enjoyed this quiet moment. He imagined waking up every day to this and felt an urge so strong that it brought tears to his eyes. Surprised at this emotional response, he made himself pull away for a moment so he wouldn't disturb his sleeping lover.

He sat up and leaned against the headboard, clasping his hands around his knees as he worked through the strong emotion. Eloy always had that kind of effect on him, he realised. He looked down at the man sleeping beside him and smiled. Reaching down, he stroked the hair off Eloy's face so he could watch him without anything in the way. Eloy's face was relaxed as he dreamt, a small smile curving his lips. Stephen's smile widened as he wondered what Eloy was dreaming about. Delicately, he traced his fingertip along Eloy's cheekbone, following the line of the jaw and eventually to the lips. As he tracked their soft silkiness, Eloy's tongue peeked out, licking his fingers as they passed. Stephen felt a tingle at the base of his spine in response to Eloy's tongue touching him. He received an equal response as his penis stirred, slightly aroused by it as well. He pulled his hand back, not wanting to wake this lover while he thought. His mind kept on circling back to his conversation with Mark, and he imagined different scenarios where Eloy was with him on tour with Boyzone. He imagined introducing him to people on the crew, and wondered whether their relationship would be all too obvious, or whether he could keep things under wraps for a whole tour. Being brutally honest with himself, he knew that eventually, if he went down that path, news would leak about him and Eloy. Though his stomach clenched tensely at the thought, he continued to ponder the possibilities. Idly, his hand drifted down to the sheets, which he tugged on while he thought things through. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but he was startled to feel warm fingers incasing his own. Looking down, his startled glance met that of his lover's. Eloy smiled lazily up at him.

"Guilder for your thoughts, zusje." Eloy said softly, intrigued by the expression of concentration of Stephen's face.

"Hmmm?" Stephen said as he shifted on the bed, scooting to lay back down in Eloy's waiting arms. "Don't think they're worth all that much, honestly."

"So little for such a serious look on your face?" Eloy wondered. He wrapped his arms around Stephen and sighed with contentment, enjoying the feeling of the other man's skin against his own. Stephen was slightly chilled and Eloy caressed the cool skin in an attempt to warm him.

"Was I looking serious?" Stephen prevaricated, not wanting to bring the topic up just yet. He snuggled against Eloy's chest, kissing the skin in an attempt to distract him. "Didn't mean to."

His ploy worked. Eloy's thoughts were diverted from his curiousity by Stephen's actions. He tugged on Stephen's hair to bring his attention upwards into a kiss, urging Stephen to move over him. Stephen willingly obliged, stretching out on top of his lover and kissing him whole-heartedly.

"Mmmmm, this is nice," he said, propping himself up on his arms to smile down at Eloy. "Tell me again why we waited so long to get together?"

"Perverseness?" Eloy suggested with a grin, feeling secure now that they were together again that he could joke about their separation. The last few weeks had been rough for him, but somehow being with Stephen put a totally different perspective on it. It was like it didn't matter what happened, as long as they were together again.

"Not on our part, surely!" Stephen said with a grin of his own to match his lover's. "And why would fate be so cruel to us?"

"Perhaps something we did in a past life?" Eloy suggested, reaching up to stroke the stubble on Stephen's face. Stephen leaned into the caress, enjoying Eloy's touch. "Whatever it was, we're together now, and that's all that matters to me."

"Absolutely," Stephen agreed. He leaned down for another kiss and he reveled in the thrill that Eloy's touch brought to him. "Hey, handsome."

"Hey gorgeous," Eloy replied, kissing Stephen's nose as he wrinkled it in a grimace at the name. "I see we still need to work on your self confidence here."

"I don't have a problem with my self confidence," Stephen growled in protest, which dissolved into laughter at the dubious look on Eloy's face. He collapsed down onto Eloy's chest, giggling. It didn't help that Eloy took the opportunity to tickle him. While he tried to retaliate, he knew it was a losing battle, and that try as he might, he couldn't compete.

"Hey!" He protested, scooting away to the edge of the bed in an attempt to avoid Eloy's long reach. "That's not fair!" He perched on the edge of the mattress, ineffectually slapping Eloy's fingers away. "Stop it!"

"Why?" Eloy asked, raising his foot up to prod Stephen from another direction, only to be slapped for his efforts. He was shaking with laughter at the image of Stephen crawling crab-like across the bed to avoid his attack. "Its so fun to watch you squirm."

"Oh, it is?" Stephen said, affecting a haughty tone. He stood up and put his hands on his hips, attempting to act the disciplinarian. "I'll have you know you're acting unfairly."

"How so?" Eloy asked, relaxing into the soft pillows behind him as he paused in his efforts. "What's unfair about it?"

"Everything!" Stephen exclaimed, raising his hands in the air in exasperation. "The main one being that I can't do the same thing to you. Therefore, you shouldn't be able to do it to me." He knew it was a lame excuse, but he didn't have anything else as an answer for Eloy's question.

Predictably, Eloy burst into laughter at his comment. Stephen stood with his hands resting on his hips as he watched Eloy writhe on the bed in response to what he said. A smile tugged on the corner of his mouth, which he tried to suppress since he was trying to remain serious for the moment. It turned into a losing battle, because Eloy's laughter was so infectious that he was unable to maintain his stern appearance.

"That's fighting dirty!" He exclaimed and turned his back so he could give into his own amusement. He stalked away from the bed and went over to the mini bar, looking inside as an excuse to ignore Eloy. Eventually the laughter slowed down as he rummaged through the fridge. A few moments later he was startled by the touch of Eloy's hands encircling his waist and pulling him up to a standing position again.

"Sorry," Eloy breathed in his ear, tickling the hair on the side of his face. "I didn't mean to annoy you." He moved his hands to the front of Stephen's chest, pulling him back in a hug.

Stephen melted immediately, unable to maintain his pretended aloofness. He leaned back into Eloy's embrace, enjoying the feeling of Eloy's chest against his back. Eloy knew he wasn't mad, and that it was just part of the game they played, but he couldn't help but respond both physically and emotionally when Eloy apologised like this. He leaned his head back against Eloy's chest, accepting the touch of Eloy's lips against his neck. He placed one hand over Eloy's, entwining the fingers with his own before tilting his head and turning to look up at his lover.

"Honey, you could never annoy me," he smiled. "Even when you do tickle me."

Eloy smiled in response, secure in the knowledge that they were back on an even keel again. He urged Stephen to turn around so that they faced one another and he wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him close for another kiss. "Goed. I just wanted to make sure, though."

"Uh huh," Stephen murmured, his response muffled by their kiss. He raised his arms around Eloy's neck and reached up to stroke his hair. Eloy held him tighter and lifted him up so he didn't have to reach as far. Stephen responded by wrapping his legs around his lover's waist. He was light enough that Eloy had no problem holding his weight, and Eloy shifted his hands down to cup Stephen's buttocks for support. This lifted Stephen higher so that they were face to face, eyes on level with one another. They stayed like that for a moment before kissing again, their playing forgotten in the urge they both felt yet again.

Eloy moved back to the bed, careful not to overbalance himself with Stephen's additional weight. He stirred in response to touching Stephen, his penis becoming hard again. He nuzzled Stephen's neck, nibbling the sensitive skin in a trail from collarbone to ear, Stephen doing the same to him.

Stephen could feel Eloy's erection pressing against him and he smiled in anticipation of making love to Eloy again. He felt an equal reaction of his own, though his penis was trapped between their bodies, it was making its need quite clear to both of them. He smiled as Eloy glanced down and then up again.

"More?" Eloy asked softly, moving in to lick Stephen's lips. Stephen nodded, and Eloy sat down on the bed again, letting Stephen move his legs so that he was kneeling on the mattress. "What now?"

"Now?" Stephen echoed, pushing on Eloy so that he was reclining once again. "Now, I get to have some fun of my own."

"Ja?" Eloy responded, bemused by Stephen's aggressiveness. "By all means, you deserve some fun."

"Absolutely," Stephen grinned. Eloy loved seeing that expression on his face, because he knew that Stephen was letting his more wicked side out for a change. He really enjoyed Stephen being aggressive, because it was a side of him that not too many people got to see. And Eloy knew that no one had ever seen Stephen like this, other than himself. He held that knowledge close to his heart, savouring it as something private that was reserved just for him.

He obligingly laid back allowing Stephen to do what he wanted, suppressing a chuckle at the expression on Stephen's face as he contemplated his next move.

Stephen straddled Eloy's waist, unconsciously rubbing himself against Eloy's stomach. He let his eyes rove over the man in front of him, finally noticing his own actions. His face flushed in response as he glanced up to see that Eloy was watching him intently, content to let him take the lead.

"Hmmm, what to do? There's just so many choices," he murmured, sifting through the different ways they could make love. "What would you like, honey?"

"Me?" Eloy seemed a little startled by the question. "Anything you want, liefste." He traced patterns in the hair on Stephen's thighs, thrilling at the other man's reaction by way of goosebumps.

Stephen tilted his head to one side, his face in shadow while he contemplated. His hands moved over Eloy's chest, stroking the skin lightly while he thought. Eloy was content to let him ponder, enjoying his lover's caresses.

"Such a hard decision," he said with a grin, teasing Eloy. Eloy responded by raising an eyebrow and placing his hand on Stephen's erection.

"Mmmm, ja." He responded with a grin of his own. "So I see."

Stephen laughed out loud with delight, amused by Eloy's play on words. He leaned down for a kiss and Eloy held him tight, not wanting to let him sit back up. He licked Stephen's ear, causing the other man to shudder with excitement.

Slowly, in this fashion they made love to one another, each delighting in arousing the other in different ways. Each touch by one or the other reverberated, Stephen staring into Eloy's eyes as they joined together again. The brush of fingers and the texture skin rasping against skin combined to arouse them to new heights as they moved as one.

Stephen felt as he could never get enough of Eloy. The feel of his lover touching him, of lips brushing against his body was almost too much to bear. No matter how often they made love, he felt he could never tire of it. Every sensation felt new as Eloy did something to set his blood coursing with desire. This time they made love, they took their time, each one pleasuring the other to the brink of ejaculation before pulling back to prolong their pleasure. Eventually, though, they couldn't hold back any long and finally reached the point of release together.

Eloy stared up at his lover, enjoying the gasp of satisfaction that Stephen let out as he collapsed bonelessly back down again. He covered his lover's face with kisses, pausing for a slow sensuous kiss on the lips. Stephen sighed in response, replete after their lovemaking.

"You're incredible, do you know that," he said softly, his lips brushing against the hair on Eloy's chest.

"Me?" Eloy asked, amused by Stephen's comment. "What is so incredible?" He stroked Stephen's hair back off his face, running his fingers through the dark hair. Stephen smiled up at him, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Well, look at the effect you have on me!" Stephen joked, hanging his tongue out in a lascivious grin. Eloy laughed in response before pulling Stephen up for a kiss. He loved the way Stephen's body felt laying on top of him, their limbs intertwined while they relaxed after their play. They talked softly about little things, pausing frequently to kiss one another or stroke bare flesh. The room was dark by this point in the evening, the two men having whiled away hours in each other's arms.

Stephen admitted his amusement that as soon as they saw one another they had to end up in bed again. Eloy chuckled, acknowledging that their physical attraction for one another seemed to override everything else as they gave in to their mutual urges.

"You know if we saw one another more often, it probably would not be as bad," Eloy mused.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Stephen admitted. He lay with his head tucked beneath Eloy's chin, arms wrap around each other. "Maybe we should do something about that."

"Ja, I think we should," Eloy agreed, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of Stephen's cologne. "Only question is, how?"

"How is the easy part," Stephen murmured, drowsily slipping on his earlier resolve not to bring up the possibility of the tour just yet.

"It is?" Eloy felt a jolt pass through him at Stephen's off hand remark. "And how is it easy?" He had been thinking a lot about their situation over the past few weeks, wondering how they could spend more time together. He felt that when he was apart from Stephen, he was missing a very important anchor in his life. To hear Stephen casually say that how they got together was easy made him realise that he wasn't the only one that was considering they become a permanent couple, and that Stephen had been thinking about it as well. His mind flashed to the earlier image of Stephen pensively chewing his lip as he thought, and he knew that was exactly what his lover had been concentrating on.

Stephen immediately felt the Eloy's muscles tense beneath him, and he looked up to see Eloy staring down at him in the dim light. Eloy looked poised to say something and he knew he had to voice his earlier thoughts. Pressing a finger against Eloy's lips to still him, he eased his way so that he was above Eloy looking down. "It's easy if we want it to be, but not without some consequences." He paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, thinking back to his earlier ruminations about their options.

Eloy stared up at Stephen, a sober look on his face. "And what are the consequences?" He refused to allow himself to react to Stephen until he had heard him out. Gently, he eased Stephen so that the other man was lying beside him on the bed. He rested his head on his arm while he waited for Stephen to marshal his thoughts together.

"Being found out," Stephen said softly, still reluctant to voice that fear. The statement rested between the two of them as they both considered that possibility for a moment.

"Tell me," Eloy urged, wanting to know. Stephen told him about his conversation with Mark, repeating Mark's offer to help Eloy join in the tour. He could see the excitement in Eloy's face at the idea and knew that if asked, Eloy would say yes. He described the route for the tour and dates, and then explained all the ways it could go wrong. When he was finished, they lay in silence together, each considering the far- reaching ramifications of their actions.

"Mind you, I haven't spoken to the lads about this. I wanted to talk to you about it first, to see if you were even willing to consider it." Stephen finally said, breaking the silence between them.

"What do you want?" Eloy asked him in reply. "With the possibility of people finding out, do you want to do this?" The question was an important one, because he wanted to know whether Stephen was willing to take that risk before making his own decision. Of the two of them, Stephen had far more to lose potentially than he did by their actions.

"Part of me says yes," Stephen admitted, voicing his ambivalence. "Part of me wants to hide in the corner and gibber at the thought!" He tried to make a joke of it, but the quaver of fear came through despite his attempt to conceal it. It was dark by now and all he could make out was Eloy as a vague shadow in front of him. In some ways, that made it easier to be honest and to say what he really felt. He reached out a hand to entwine his fingers with Eloy's. "But I'll tell you that the part who is screaming yes to me right now is pretty vocal about wanting you on tour."

Eloy gave him a reassuring squeeze in response. "I think I like that part of you best then," he said with a chuckle, to which Stephen responded with one of his own. "But what about the others? Do you think they'll agree? This affects them as well as us."

"Actually, that's the easy part. They've been on me forever to just come out and deal with it, saying I'd be a lot happier if I did." Stephen said. "If I were to tell them tomorrow about what we were thinking, they'd be making our plans for us!"

The two of them laughed at the thought, knowing that from the way the rest of the boys had planned their reunion in Sweden that Stephen was accurate in that assessment.

"We don't have to make a decision immediately," Eloy mused. "It is still a few months away. Why don't we just think about it and weigh the options?" He felt Stephen's hair brush against his face as his lover nodded in agreement. "And maybe when Michelle is here we can ask her about it. She might have a better perspective as someone on the outside of the whole thing."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll have an opinion about it," Stephen commented dryly, to which Eloy laughed. "She usually has an opinion about most things I do in my life."

"Isn't that what sisters are all about?" Eloy asked, amused by Stephen's comment. "To meddle in the affairs of brothers and to keep them out of trouble?"

"More like keep them in trouble!" Stephen retorted with a laugh. "Just look at the way she was encouraging me to bring you over so she could meet you!"

"Ja, I know. I can't wait for her to be here," Eloy admitted, feeling excited about meeting Stephen's sister for the first time.

"She'll be here soon enough," Stephen promised. "Besides, I want my private time with you first." He tugged Eloy close for a kiss, feeling playful. "Let's not rush the time we have, darling."

"Who said anything about rushing?" Eloy responded. "I think taking our time is better, anyhow." Stephen chuckled softly at his comment. Though they were both too tired to make love again, they enjoyed cuddling in one another's embrace, both thinking on the idea of them touring together. Eloy thought that they could pull it off, and that Stephen was just being paranoid by thinking that someone would find out and leak it to the press. As he held Stephen in his arms, he imagined being backstage and watching his lover perform, being there every night to hold the younger man in his arms again. The thought filled him with an emotion so strong that he had to know whatever may be, they had to try and take the chance.

"You're pretty quiet," Stephen murmured softly, wondering what was going through his lover's head.

"Mmmm, not really," Eloy replied. "It's nice to just lay here and relax, holding you like this." He sighed in contentment and Stephen laughed at the sound.

"I do agree with you on that. This is so nice. Just us, nobody else to watch out for," Stephen said, thinking back to their last time together in Sweden. "At least this way we don't have to worry about one of the guys walking in on us."

Eloy chuckled, knowing how paranoid Stephen had been about that. He had thought that Stephen's friends had been extraordinarily discreet, allowing them as much time as they needed alone. He knew that had it been his own ex-bandmates, though close, none of them would have thought to do what Stephen's friends had done in getting them together for a weekend. He also reflected on how his own tour manager would have discouraged the idea of bringing someone along on tour, and inwardly he marveled at the differences.

"You think one of them might have wanted to join in?" He teased Stephen, who snorted in response.

"Yeah, right." Stephen shuddered at the thought. "More like take some pictures and blackmail me with them! What a scary thought!" He burrowed down into the covers, trying to hide from the idea. Eloy laughed at his actions.

"You worry too much," Eloy informed his lover. Stephen nodded in agreement, not arguing the point. He knew he worried too much. He figured someone had to do it. Eloy refused to let him hide, and pulled him back into his embrace again, nuzzling Stephen's neck affectionately. Stephen relaxed, knowing he was acting silly, but unable to help himself.

"I know I worry too much. Sorry," he apologised. Eloy rubbed his cheek against Stephen's, enjoying the rough feel of Stephen's skin against his own.

"Well, let's have something else to worry about," he murmured, effectively distracting Stephen from his thoughts.

"Mmmmm?" Stephen obliged in the distraction by running his fingers through Eloy's hair. "What else?"

"What are we doing to do for dinner?" Eloy asked, a wistful note in his voice. Stephen laughed softly, acknowledging the fact that Eloy, who had early morning meetings and a long delay at the airport, hadn't had a chance to eat since earlier that morning. He didn't know what time it was, but based on the streetlights shining through the window curtains, it was well into evening.

"What would you like to do?" Stephen asked. It occurred to him that he hadn't had anything to eat all day himself. Other than breakfast in the morning, he had been too excited and busy to eat. Once Eloy had arrived, nothing else had mattered other than that they were together.

"Perhaps room service?" Eloy asked hopefully. Stephen nodded, thinking it was the best alternative and scooted around on the bed so he could reach the lamp and turn it on. They both blinked as the light came on, and Eloy shielded his eyes from the sudden glare.

"I know I have a book around somewhere that says what's on the menu," Stephen said, moving to the desk on the other side of the room and leafing through the pile of papers there. Eloy enjoyed the view as Stephen unselfconsciously moved about the room, looking for the room service menu. Mentally he contrasted this to their first time together in France, and he thought it was nice to see that Stephen was not even thinking of covering his nudity.

"Do you come on the menu?" Eloy asked. Stephen shot him a look.

"Only if you make me," he said cheekily, turning away from the look of surprise on Eloy's face at the double entendre. After moving some pages of the paper that he had been reading before Eloy arrived, he found the menu and brought it back to the bed. Laying down next to his lover, he placed it between them and opened up to the first page. "Hmmm, I don't think we need any alcohol right now," he murmured, clipping to the next page. Together they perused the menu, discussing what food to get.

Finally, after several minutes of debating entrees, they settled on their choices and Stephen rang down to the front desk to put in their order. He reluctantly pulled his dress trousers and shirt back on and picked up the clothing that they had tossed about in their efforts to get into bed earlier. Eloy thought that it would be a good time to slip out and retrieve his bag from the room next door.

"I'll knock on this door after the waiter has left," Stephen suggested, indicating the door that opened to the next room. Eloy dressed and nodded, indicating he had heard Stephen. He gave the other man a light kiss on the lips, promising to return later, before he headed to the room next door to gather his things.

Stephen cautiously opened the door and stuck his head out, making sure that there wasn't anyone walking down the hall. The floor was quiet and Eloy took the opportunity to duck out the door and over to the hotel room next door. He had his key ready and was back in the other room without anyone else noticing. He gathered his clothes up, not wanting to make it look like he was a slob before Stephen's sister arrived. He also took the opportunity to wash off their exertions, as he knew he had some time to wait until he could be with Stephen again.

It seemed like an eternity until he heard the muffled knock that indicated that their meals had arrived. He paced restlessly, unable to stay still. The low murmur of voices could be heard through the adjoining door and he strained to listen for the signal from Stephen that it would be safe to return.

Eventually time moved on, and he heard the subtle noise of the bolt being drawn on the door between their rooms. He had to struggle with the lock on his door, as it hadn't been used in some time and resisted his efforts for a moment before moving. Stephen had knocked softly on the door by this point and he gave it one frustrated last push before being able to open it again.

Once he was able to open it, he saw a look of amusement on Stephen's face. Obviously he had heard Eloy's swears as he struggled with the lock. Stephen stepped back to let him through and he smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, it was stuck," he explained, reaching down for his overnight bag and bringing it into their room. Stephen's smile broadened at his explanation, but he didn't say a word. He closed the two doors as Eloy unpacked his things into the dresser, leaning against the doorjamb until Eloy had worked off his frustration.

"Still hungry?" He asked the older man, once he was finished. Eloy nodded and he moved away from the door and crossed over to where the other man was standing. Reaching up to touch Eloy's face with both hands, he brought Eloy's head down to meet him in a kiss. Eloy gratefully wrapped his arms around his lover and allowed himself to be still. It always seemed to him that Stephen radiated this calm stillness from within, and there was something in his soul that responded to it instinctively, yearning to be part of that stillness.

Stephen felt Eloy gradually relax in his arms and he rubbed his cheek against Eloy's stubble. "Mmmm, nice. I think I missed this." He pulled back to smile up at Eloy. "Ready to eat?"

"Ja," Eloy nodded as he stood back up, sighing. "Better." Stephen held his hand and lead him over to the small table where their meals lay stacked on a tray. He lifted the cover to one and moved it to Eloy's side of the table, then uncovered his own before laying the covers on the table.

"Sit, I'll get something to drink from the fridge," he said, allowing Eloy to turn the two glasses over before opening the bottle of wine to serve with their meal. When he came back, he saw that Eloy had been watching his every move and he gave the other man a grin as he sat down. "Red fine?"

Eloy nodded his acquiescence and Stephen opened the bottle, pouring wine into their glasses. The smell of the food teased his hunger, and he eagerly tucked into his meal without waiting.

Stephen ate more leisurely, stopping to sip occasionally from his glass as he watched Eloy across the table. He was amused by Eloy's general impatience, but didn't comment on it at all as they consumed their food. As Eloy was able to take the edge of his hunger, he slowed down, taking time to actually taste what he had on his plate. Stephen chatted with him about little things, allowing him to eat without having to respond often.

"Had I known how hungry you were, I would have ordered you two dinners," Stephen commented, a twinkle in his eye. Eloy grinned, having slowed down enough to savor the glass of wine that Stephen had thoughtfully refilled for him.

"Sorry, I seem to be impatient about a lot of things tonight," Eloy apologised. Impulsively, he reached across the table and captured Stephen's hand. "I guess it's just that I want to spend as much time as I can with you, and anything that comes between us just seems to get in the way."

Stephen smiled warmly at his comment and he gave Eloy's fingers a squeeze before picking up his fork again. He loved the way Eloy acted, feeling special that Eloy felt such impatience over even a brief separation. He wondered if it would still be the same if they saw each other more often, and hoped it would be. The feeling he had when he saw Eloy each time was as if an electric current passed between them, and he couldn't imagine a time when he would stop feeling that way.

Eloy watched Stephen as he drank his wine, knowing that Stephen was thinking something by the way the expressions flickered across his face. He wondered what the other man was thinking about, but didn't want to intrude by asking. He was distracted from his thoughts by Stephen's smile as the other man stared into his eyes and they paused for a moment in eating, each lost in the other's gaze. With a soft sigh, he broke the tableau, having drained his wineglass.

Stephen glanced down, seeing that the bottle was empty. "More?" He asked. Eloy shook his head, not wanting to drink enough to have his thoughts muddled.

"No, this is fine," he said, putting his glass back down. "Let's watch some television."

"All right," Stephen said, gathering their plates together and putting them on the tray to leave outside the room. He waved off Eloy's help, insisting on putting the tray outside himself. "Go turn on the telly, I'll be right back."

Eloy moved over to the sofa, turning on the television, but not really watching what was on. He changed the channels without seeing them, just making time until Stephen returned.

Stephen closed the door, sitting back down beside Eloy on the sofa and snuggling next to him. He reveled at the feeling of Eloy's arms encircling and enclosing him. "Mmm, nice."

"Ja," Eloy responded, distracted from changing the channels by the man under his arm. "What now?"

"Good question!" Stephen laughed, his eyes twinkling merrily. "What would you like to do?"

"Nothing," Eloy admitted, enjoying the quiet time together.

"Sounds good to me!" Stephen laughed, taking the remote out of Eloy's hand. He flipped through the meager supply of choices on the television until he found something mildly interesting. They say quietly while the sounds of the programme washed over them. It was nice to just sit and not say anything at all, and Stephen enjoyed having Eloy's arms around him. It wasn't often that they had a chance to sit like this, and he wanted to enjoy feeling it, so he could remember it in the future.

"Stephen?" Eloy asked softly, not wanting to disturb their quiet moment.

"Mmmmm?" Stephen replied, cozy in his lover's embrace.

"I love you," Eloy said, the breath of his comment tickling the hair near Stephen's ear.

Stephen smiled and turned in Eloy's arms to look up in his face. "I love you, too, babe." They kissed, lips just touching for a moment before Eloy deepened the kiss. Stephen ardently responded, eager for the contact of Eloy's lips on his own. The feeling he had every time Eloy touched him was indescribable, the electric feeling that coursed through him setting his soul on fire. Each time they were together, it was as if they couldn't get enough of each other. Stephen wanted to touch his lover everywhere, but also didn't want to lose the moment between them. He pulled back from their kiss to stare at Eloy seriously for a moment, eyes tracing the beloved features before him. Eloy looked down at him, waiting for Stephen to make the next move. After a moment, Stephen moved closer again and rested his cheek against Eloy's chest, tucked under his chin. He could feel the pulse in Eloy's throat beating against the skin of his cheek and he reveled in the feeling of their being so close together.

Eloy sniffed appreciatively at Stephen's hair, enjoying the scent as he rubbed his cheek against the top of Stephen's head. A moment later, the sound of Stephen's voice singing on the television broke the silence. They both turned to stare at the ad on the television, which showed a clip of Stephen singing No Matter What. It was an advertisement for an upcoming appearance on Top of the Pops and the timing of the advertisement amused them both.

"I think that's the first time that's ever happened," Eloy chuckled pulling back to look down at Stephen. "I knew you were talented, but I didn't know you could throw your voice like that." Stephen laughed at his comment.

"I have many talents you didn't know about," Stephen quipped. "A boy has to have some surprises, after all."

"Oh?" Eloy asked, intrigued. "And what surprises would that be?"

Stephen laughed and rolled his eyes. "Well, if I told you, they wouldn't be surprises, now, would they?" He wrinkled his nose as he pulled back, enjoying being able to tease Eloy. "Patience..."

"Is a virtue I've already told you I sorely lack," Eloy said, finishing his sentence for him. "And it's something I don't intend on working."

Stephen pouted, though he was having a hard time controlling the direction of his lips. "Fine. Be impatient. You'll regret it eventually."

Eloy quirked an eyebrow upwards. "And why is that?"

"Because," Stephen said, trying to maintain a serious demeanor, "good things come to those who wait."

"Ja?" Eloy cocked his head to one side. "What comes to those who don't?" The expression on his face made Stephen burst into laughter.

"Nothing, apparently." Stephen said, trying to control his giggles.

"What about that other saying, that God helps those who help themselves?" Eloy asked, not allowing Stephen to answer as he helped himself to a kiss. "I think I'm having some help right now." He brushed away Stephen's muffled "Stop that!" as he began helping himself in unbuttoning Stephen's dress shirt. He could tell that Stephen wasn't trying very hard to stop him as he exposed more flesh and allowed his lips to trail along Stephen's warm skin. In fact, within the first few moments, Stephen stopped struggling and wrapped his arms around Eloy's neck to hold him closer.

"Don't stop," Stephen pleaded softly, caught up in a wave of desire as Eloy nibbled on the sensitive skin along his collarbone.

"Mmmm," Eloy murmured, intent on continuing his attack. He pulled on Stephen, trying to get him closer. The way they were sitting was awkward and he urged Stephen to climb into his lap. Stephen didn't need a second invitation and he moved so that he straddled Eloy's legs. This brought his chest level with Eloy's mouth and Eloy took the opportunity to suckle a nipple, drawing a gasp from his lover.

Stephen leaned into Eloy's kiss, enjoying the feel of Eloy's tongue flicking across his nipple. The flicker of his tongue combined with Eloy's teeth grazing against the sensitive skin was a combination of pleasure and torture. It made him want more, even though they had made love but a short time before. As Eloy moved over to his other nipple, he ran his fingers through the other man's hair, luxuriating in the feel of its silky texture sliding through his fingers. He gasped softly as he felt Eloy's fingers opening a path down to his stomach, their hot touch making him squirm with anticipation.

Silently, he marveled that this man could have such a hold over him, that a simple touch could bring this reaction. He readily admitted to himself that he was utterly besotted with the man before him, and that he would do anything to be with him.

After a few moments of giving Stephen's chest his undivided attention, Eloy pulled back to see how Stephen was reacting. Glancing up, he was pleased to see Stephen flushed with desire, his eyes closed and his lips parted in a small smile.

"Zusje, let's go back to bed," he murmured softly. Stephen, eyes glassy, nodded his acquiescence. Eloy stood up, holding Stephen's weight in his arms as he did so, and he moved them towards the bed. He deposited Stephen on the bed, the other man bonelessly relaxing into its soft embrace. Eloy leaned down to tug on Stephen's trousers, slipping them off. He had an insatiable desire for the man before him, and he quickly removed his clothing so that they could be together again the way he wanted. Leaving his clothing piled on the floor, he crawled onto the bed and on top of Stephen.

Stephen's arms rose up to embrace him, pulling him down eagerly. The touch of Eloy's skin against his own was like a homecoming, both comforting and exciting. He loved the way that it felt, enjoying the weight of Eloy on top of him.

"Mmmm, c'mon baby," he whispered softly, reaching up to pull Eloy's lips down to meet his own. "I want a kiss." Eloy obliged by brushing his lips against Stephen's, enjoying the feeling as Stephen invited him inside by opening his mouth. He didn't hesitate, deepening their kiss and allowing himself to mold his body against Stephen. His lover was so small in comparison that he always tried to be careful when he was on top, but Stephen's actions showed him in no uncertain terms how much he was enjoying what was going on, and Eloy was desperate to please him.

When they broke the kiss Eloy pulled back so he could judge Stephen's reaction. Stephen was stroking every part of Eloy he could reach with his hands, and he smiled up at Eloy.

"Nice. Let's do that again," he said, reaching up to draw Eloy back down for another kiss.

"Now, now," Eloy chided, resisting the Stephen for a moment. "What was that about patience being a virtue and all that?" He delighted in seeing Stephen's startled reaction at having his words thrown back at him now that the tables were turned.

"After some consideration, I've decided that virtues aren't really necessary," Stephen growled softly. His insistent pulling on Eloy's neck brought the other man's lips against his own again in another kiss. This time, he was the aggressor, thrusting his tongue into Eloy's mouth. It was a long time before they broke apart again, and Stephen was pleased to see that Eloy wasn't immune to his kiss.

"I do believe I have to agree with you that God does help those who help themselves. And right now, honey, I want to help myself to everything!" Eloy responded with a deep chuckle as Stephen ran his hands all over his body.

"A pity," Eloy murmured, enjoying Stephen's attentions. His comment did cause Stephen to pause as he tried to puzzle out what Eloy had said.

"What's a pity?" Stephen whispered into his ear, tracing his tongue along the outside before sucking on the earlobe, causing a shudder in his lover.

"It's a pity..." Eloy began, before pausing to gasp as Stephen reached a hand between them to stroke his penis. "Jawoord, uitrichten opdat alweer!"

"What's a pity," Stephen asked softly, pretty sure that Eloy's exclamation had been words of encouragement. He paused in his stroking, holding Eloy but not moving. "Tell me."

"Mijn liefde," Eloy gasped softly, trying valiantly to respond to Stephen's whispered request to speak English. "My love. Don't stop."

"So why is it a pity?" Stephen requested doggedly, not giving up. Eloy strained against him, attempting to stroke himself against Stephen's hand, but Stephen held him still with surprising strength, awaiting his answer.

"I was going to say that it was a pity that I had corrupted you so," Eloy admitted, trying to gather his scattered thoughts together. Mentally translating from his native Dutch to English was proving to be difficult. "But I think I've changed my mind."

"Have you now?" Stephen asked, amused by Eloy's tone. "Maybe it's because it's the other way around and I've corrupted you?" He resumed his stroking of Eloy's penis, rubbing his other hand between Eloy's cheeks.

"Ja," Eloy agreed readily. "Very much so. I was so innocent before I met you," he paused, moving his hips for better contact with Stephen's hands. "And look at me now."

"Oh, I am, baby. I am." Stephen laughed softly, looking up at his lover. "I can't get enough of you."

"Then maybe," Eloy paused again to give his lover another one of those soul searching kisses. "We've corrupted each other." He moved his whole body against Stephen's, enjoying the friction of their skin rubbing together.

"Yeah, I think so." Stephen smiled, eyes glinting in amusement. "So let's corrupt each other some more. Let's make love."

"Ja," Eloy agreed, sinking back down into Stephen's embrace. "I want that very much."

Next: Chapter 65


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