Disclaimer:
The following story is the next installment in an on going series about Stephen Gately from Boyzone and what I imagine to be the story behind the beginning of his relationship with Eloy de Jong from Caught in the Act. I have no contact with either person, nor know any of the members of either group.
As always, if you're not old enough to be reading this, then stop reading now. This chapter contains explicit sexual situations, so if that sort of thing offends you, you may not be interested in this chapter. If you are, then please, keep on reading, and don't forget to write and let me know what you think of this next chapter.
Cheers!
Musicfan
Stephen rolled over in the bed to face Eloy, even though he couldn't see him in the darkened room. "So, what do you think?"
A low chuckle greeted his comment. "What else could I think? Your sister is absolutely adorable. But how could she not be, since she's your sister?"
Stephen smiled at his lover's comment. "Yeah, she is that, is she not? I love her to pieces. She's been more than my big sister growing up. She's been my best friend and my protector, and I'm so happy that you two like one another. I don't know if you know how special today has been for me."
Eloy was touched by Stephen's comment and reached out to pull the other man into his arms. "I adore her, Stephen. And it's easy to see why you're both such special people, since you've had one another all these years. I really enjoyed the day we had, today. I haven't laughed that much in ages!" Stephen's chuckle echoed his earlier one.
"Yeah, she's a good egg about that sort of stuff. Tonight's antics made me realize how long it's been since I've teased her. She used to call me horrid when I was younger, always doing that. But now with the group and all, I seldom get to see her, so often we're just spending what time we have catching up on everything I missed while I was gone." He sighed when he thought about all the short visits home where he barely had time to stop and say hello before rushing off again somewhere else. The rest of his family didn't understand what he did and except for the occasional times when they went to a show to see him, thought that what he did was easy compared to their own jobs. Only Michelle had been there enough to know better, and to see the strain that the group could be on her sibling.
A kiss on his forehead broke him out of his reverie. He wrapped his arms around Eloy and rested his cheek against his lover as they hugged one another.
"I know what that can be like. And it's hard for your family to see what's going on when they're not there all the time. All they usually see is the glitter, like a party or an awards show, and they don't usually see the mess behind the scenes that it takes to get there," Eloy replied, completely understanding what Stephen was saying. He knew he had it easier, because it was just his sister and mother to deal with, but he had also run into comments from aunts and uncles who didn't really understand what it was he did, and only saw the outward appearance of the pop star life, and the glamour.
"Exactly!" Stephen said, warmed by Eloy's comment. It was one of the reasons why he thought they got on so well together. Eloy was able to understand from a first hand perspective what he was saying. He rubbed his cheek against Eloy's, content to just lie in his embrace. He could hear the faint sounds of the television coming from the other room, and he smiled to himself at the thought that Michelle was virtuously trying to ignore what was going on in their room. "I'm glad you two finally got to meet. At least now she won't be bugging me for details the next time I come home!"
A low rumble vibrated Eloy's chest as he laughed. "I have a feeling that you'll never give enough details to satisfy her," he said softly in Stephen's ear. Stephen laughed in response, knowing he was probably right in that assumption.
"I think you have a point there," he responded. They lay quietly, content just to hold one another for the moment. Stephen thought about how fast their weekend had gone and he could feel himself getting depressed about the thought that they would have to go their separate ways again. He tried not to let the idea pull him down, but found himself thinking about it even when he tried to pull his thoughts elsewhere.
Eloy heard Stephen's sigh and had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. He knew of one way to distract him, and he proceeded to feather kisses on Stephen's face. He felt Stephen tighten his arms around his waist in response as he moved his head down to press his lips against Stephen's in a kiss.
"I know what you're thinking and you've got to stop doing that," he said softly. "There are always going to be times when we can't be together, but there's no use getting depressed about it when we're actually here with one another, ja?"
Stephen smiled at his lover, not surprised at all that Eloy had been able to read him so easily. "I know, and you're right. But I was just thinking about Michelle being here means that the weekend is almost done with. And you'll go back home and I'll be running around..." He drifted off, letting Eloy bring his own conclusion to that sentence. "I'd much rather come home and do this every night."
"So would I, zusje, so would I," Eloy whispered, pulling Stephen even closer as he kissed him again. "And maybe someday we'll be able to do that. Let's concentrate on what we have now, and what will happen on the tour. That's not too far away now, is it?"
"No, it isn't," Stephen responded, brightening at the thought. "And having you there will make it all the better." He initiated the next kiss, feeling better about things already. "Thank god I have you to make me see the good side in all this."
"That's what I here for, babe," Eloy said softly, happy that he was able to break up Stephen's mood. He ran his hands up and down Stephen's back, enjoying the touch of his bare skin. Stephen responded by pressing himself closer, almost purring with enjoyment. Eloy had to chuckle at that.
"What?" Stephen asked, hearing Eloy laugh.
"You. You're so funny when you do that," Eloy said, letting his fingers drift lower beneath the duvet. "You're such a sensualist." As his questing hands traced down Stephen's side to his hips, he kept drawing little circles on Stephen's skin.
"Mmmmm, with you doing that, who wouldn't be?" Stephen asked, his voice lowering as he became more aroused by what Eloy was doing. When Eloy came in contact with his penis, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Eloy with him so that the older man was partially lying on top of him. "We have tonight, and with my sister virtuously watching the telly in the next room, no one's going to be paying attention to what is going on here, right? We might as well take advantage of the time we do have."
Eloy met Stephen's comment with a passionate kiss, delving his tongue into Stephen's warm mouth. He definitely wanted to take advantage of Stephen in any way he could. Stephen pulled him so that he was completely on top of him, their skin rasping against each other as they made themselves comfortable in that position. He could feel Stephen's erection pressing against him, and knew that his own was doing the same. He shifted so that he could rub himself against his lover, enjoying the soft gasp that Stephen gave in response to his actions.
He continued to kiss Stephen deeply. Stephen moved his leg so he could stroke Eloy's leg with his foot, rubbing the roughened skin of his heel against Eloy's calf. He reached up with his free hand to run his fingers through Eloy's hair, slowly drifting down the back of his neck to stroke the skin there before repeating his action. Eloy pulled out of the kiss to press his head back against Stephen's hand, enjoying the way Stephen's fingers felt against his skin. He shifted so that he could stroke Stephen's face, trailing his fingers down the side of his lover's throat and onto his chest. Reaching a nipple, he spiraled circles around it and felt the skin contract against his touch in reaction.
"Eloy..." Stephen called his name softly, shivering with reaction. "I need you, baby." Eloy leaned back down to give Stephen another soul rendering kiss, becoming more aggressive at Stephen's comment. He inhaled Stephen's musky scent, the lingering smell of his cologne clinging to damp skin. Eloy moved to run his tongue down Stephen's chin and throat, pausing to suck on the area where he could feel Stephen's pulse flutter. The slight movement against his tongue was intoxicating, and he blindly continued downwards, not thinking about anything other than his overwhelming need to make love to the man under him. He enjoyed the feeling of Stephen's body against his own, as movement caused their bodies to heat up in reaction.
His questing lips found the nipple he sought and he paused to tease it into a harder erection, sucking it into his mouth and toying with the roughened skin with his tongue. A gasp above his head proved that his attentions hadn't gone unnoticed, and he felt Stephen threading his fingers against the back of his head to hold him where he was for the moment. This encouraged him to renew his efforts, pulling back slowly and letting the nipple slip out of his mouth before leaning down to encapsulate it with his lips again. He nibbled at it with his teeth, rolling the flesh back and forth as he sucked.
Stephen was panting in reaction to his actions, his body trembling against Eloy's. He scratched his nails down Eloy's back, reaching for his buttocks and pulling Eloy's hips against him. When Eloy shifted his attention to Stephen's other nipple, he gasped, arching his back in reaction. Eloy wrapped his arms behind Stephen, holding him close as he continued his assault. He could feel the heat radiating off of Stephen as he moved his hips against Stephen, rubbing his erection against the younger man's thigh. Again he sucked on the responsive nipple, pulling back to let it slowly escape his mouth before leaning down and biting gently. By this point, Stephen was breathing so raggedly that his panting echoed in the room. The sound spurred Eloy on and he continued his perusal of Stephen's body, moving down across his stomach. He licked the sweat that formed there, the salty skin causing his mouth to pucker in reaction. He let his lips follow the trail of hair downwards to Stephen's hips, pausing occasionally to grasp some hair with his lips and pull on it before moving onwards. He moved back and forth in this manner, taking a leisurely route to the object of his desire, which stood at attention, rubbing against his cheek as he wandered across Stephen's groin.
By this time, Stephen had stopped urging him downwards; happy that Eloy was going in the direction he wanted. As Eloy had moved, he spread his legs and wrapped them around Eloy's torso, enclosing the other man in his embrace. He delighted in the slow torture he was experiencing, his skin feeling every caress. The tingling he felt as Eloy tugged on his body hair had him shivering in response, the anticipation building as Eloy slowly made his way. This was different from other times that they had made love. This involved their whole bodies, as they sensually rubbed against one another.
The moment that Eloy's lips encapsulated him, he growled low in his throat, a shudder reverberating along his body. He walked his fingers through Eloy's hair, stroking his cheek before repeating his actions. His quiet encouragement caused Eloy to increase his pace, and he concentrated on the sensation of such intimate contact with Stephen. The texture of the skin, the smell of his unique scent - it was intoxicating to him. It was a few moments before he felt that Stephen was trying to get his attention, and he pulled up, distracted from what he was doing.
"Wat?" He asked hoarsely, equally aroused by his own actions as Stephen was.
"Babe, c'mere," Stephen growled softly, tugging on his arm. Reluctantly he released Stephen's penis, and moved back up to where he could look down at Stephen, though it was too dark to see his features.
"Ja?" He asked softly, continuing to rub himself against Stephen's body. Stephen captured his head with his hands and pulled him down for a kiss, thrusting his tongue inside Eloy's mouth. When he allowed Eloy to pull back he laughed softly.
"I'm beginning to feel this is a little one sided," Stephen confided, unable to deny his own urge to do to Eloy what was being done to him.
"Ja, and what's wrong with that?" Eloy responded, white flashing in the dim light as he grinned. "Can't I have my way with you?"
"Normally the answer would be yes," Stephen said with a chuckle. "Because I do love it when you do that. But I can't just lay here and let you have all the fun tonight." He continued to run his fingers through Eloy's hair as he spoke, well aware of Eloy's continued advance with fingers on his penis. "Now stop that and turn around, so I can do the same to you."
"Ah," the single word spoke volumes, as Eloy understood Stephen's meaning. "I suppose I must, then, if only to keep you occupied and stop you from making enough noise that your sister will have to investigate." He could feel Stephen shaking with suppressed laughter at the oblique reference to his not so quiet moments of passion in the past.
"Yeah, if only for the public service of that deed then, get yourself up here," Stephen responded, amusement lacing his voice. Before complying, Eloy leaned down and gave Stephen a hard kiss before moving about and complying with Stephen's request.
By the time he made his way back down to the object of his prior attention, he felt Stephen's lips nibbling kisses along his thighs as he settled into a comfortable position above his lover. Resting on his knees so as to keep the majority of his weight off of Stephen, he went back to sucking Stephen's penis, trying to make up for the momentum he had lost earlier by Stephen's interruption.
Stephen inhaled sharply in response, a little startled by Eloy's aggressive action. If he had been losing his erection with his interruption, that moment had definitely passed as he felt Eloy's mouth encircle him, the suction making him rigid again. He enjoyed it for a few moments before turning his attention to Eloy's body above him.
He stroked the firm buttocks above him, running both palms across the slightly hirsute surface before reaching between the thighs and stroking the erection he found there. His hands urged Eloy to crouch lower, and he began moving his lips over the surface of Eloy's skin, placing kisses along the sensitive inner thigh before brushing his lips across the skin of Eloy's scrotum. A grunt met his actions and he smiled lazily, enjoying himself much more than he had earlier. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Eloy's testicles, pulling them into his mouth. He kept his hands busy touching Eloy as he gently sucked on the sack in his mouth and felt Eloy's penis grow more rigid beneath his fingers.
A moment later, Eloy mirrored his actions by spreading his legs wider for similar access. He felt himself twitch as Eloy sucked on his testicles, matching his own movements. He let his fingers wander up Eloy's thigh before lightly stroking the skin behind the scrotum, gently making his way up to Eloy's anus. The puckered skin there intrigued him, and he released Eloy's testicles in favour of tracing the path his fingers just made with his tongue. He kept his thumb moving over the skin, enjoying the taste of Eloy's skin as he licked him. Eloy pressed against him in response to his actions and he became more forceful. He felt a corresponding touch against his own anus as a rough tongue stroked against him and he playfully followed Eloy's lead for a few moments.
Eloy felt his groin contracting in response to Stephen's touch, the feeling of the other man's tongue pressing against him was erotically enticing. He felt his attempts to repeat what Stephen was doing to him was a poor echo of what he was feeling. However, judging by Stephen's physical reaction, his attentions were certainly appreciated. He paused, his motions halted as he felt fingers penetrate him, stroking inside as lips encircled his testicles again. He paused to enjoy what Stephen was doing to him, feeling nails scrape against sensitive skin and enjoying the lead that Stephen had taken. Eyes closed, he lowered his head as he concentrated on the feelings coursing through him. He squeezed his sphincter muscles gently, increasing the pressure of Stephen's fingers inside him. When he felt another finger penetrate him along with the first, he shuddered in response, his whole being focused on what Stephen was doing to him. It was only when Stephen's penis brushed against his lowered cheek that he realized that he wasn't reciprocating anymore. He rubbed his face against Stephen's erection, the stubble of his unshaven cheek scraping against hypersensitive skin.
Stephen continued to stroke Eloy, well aware of his lover's arrested movement. He felt a certain amount of satisfaction that he could provide such a distraction that Eloy forgot what he was doing. When Eloy contracted around his fingers, he pressed outwards against the restraining walls, knowing the pressure of his thumbs would feel good to the man above him. He let Eloy's testicles slip out of his mouth as he returned his attentions to the neglected erection, nibbling along the length until he reached the tip. A salty residue met his questing lips and his tongue darted out to taste the small amount that had leaked out of Eloy's penis. The salt stung his lip and he licked it before encasing the head in his mouth. He kept his fingers inside Eloy, stroking his prostate lightly while he sucked on his lover's penis.
Eloy went back to sucking on Stephen's erection, trying to make their time last, though Stephen's actions were making it hard on him. The combined assault on penis and anus were taking their toll, and it was all he could not to ejaculate at that moment. He forced himself to concentrate on Stephen's body, determined to give as good as he got in terms of pleasure. He dipped his own finger past the restraining walls of Stephen's sphincter, alternating pressure by moving first one, then two fingers inside before switching back to one finger again. He could feel their bodies growing slick with their exertions and he paused to lick the sweat off of Stephen before encircling his penis with eager lips again. He could also feel himself beginning to leak steadily in response to Stephen's actions, his slow ejaculation eagerly lapped up by his lover.
It did relieve enough of the pressure for him to continue without too much further distraction, though Stephen certainly wasn't making it easy for him. He enjoyed the way Stephen's teeth scraped against his skin, pausing again as they nibbled against the head of his penis. A hand was encompassing his testicles, stroking the skin and urging him to completion. His breath ragged, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer against the combined assault of fingers and mouth on three fronts. He tried to get a few more thrusts of his own in before he started to shudder in reaction. A storm was building inside him, which needed release, and his lover wasn't going to relent until he was spent. He lowered his head against Stephen's hip, finally giving in to the inevitable, his body shaking with reaction as he ejaculated. He panted for a few moments as he came down from a mind blowing reaction, gradually growing aware of Stephen's withdrawal from his anus.
He raised his head up, breathing deeply before pulling Stephen's penis back into his mouth, wanting his lover to experience the incredible feelings that he had just felt. His sharp movements with fingers and tongue swiftly brought Stephen to completion and he heard a muffled gasp as Stephen exploded inside of him. Semen leaked out of his mouth and he leaned down to lick what had escaped him. He felt muscles contract around his fingers, and he thrust deeply a few times before withdrawing entirely. He knew if he pushed him much farther, Stephen would pull away in a sensory overload, and he didn't want that to happen. Gently kissing the now receding erection before him, he moved so that he could face his lover again.
Stephen was still, chest heaving as he fought to control his breathing. Eloy lay on top of him, his forehead resting against Stephen's shoulder as they slowly got back to normal, laying quietly this way for quite some time. Stephen was content to just lie like that for the rest of the evening, a warm lethargy filling his body.
Eloy ran his hands over the other man's torso as he moved up for a kiss. "You're all sweaty," he murmured softly, stroking his lover lightly.
"Mmmmm, so I am," Stephen replied in a low voice, suddenly aware of the sounds of the television emanating from the next room. With luck, they had been quiet enough that his sister hadn't heard anything. They stayed like that, not moving other than to lightly touch one another. Stephen threaded his fingers with Eloy's and gave a sigh of contentment. Eloy brushed his lips against Stephen's damp cheek in a caress. Eventually, their breathing slowed down, though they were both still hot from their exertions.
Stephen encircled his arms around his lover's waist with his free hand as they kissed again. "Want to join me in a shower?"
"Now that has some intriguing possibilities," Eloy said lightly, rubbing himself against his lover's sticky body.
"What, already?" Stephen said in surprise. He muffled a chuckle against Stephen's shoulder in response to the other man's surprise that he was ready to go again.
"Well, not yet, but if you present me with a naked man in a shower, I think I might be able to rise to the occasion," Eloy whispered in his lover's ear. A low laugh met his comment, along with a muttered, "You're incorrigible!"
"Ah, that's because you encourage me so much," Eloy teased, deliberately mispronouncing the word. Stephen groaned at the pun, and spanked Eloy in response.
"You deserved that," he said with a chuckle. "All right, if we're going to take a shower, you'd best get off me."
"I thought you meant get you off," Eloy responded, still possessed by an imp that earned him another whack on the buttocks. He laughed as he reluctantly complied by rolling over on the mattress as he helped Stephen up. They stood with their arms around each other for a few moments before kissing again. Then, taking Stephen's hand, Eloy led him across the room to the shower. They kept the lights off, both enjoying the intimacy of touching one another in the dark. Once the water was flowing, they climbed into the shower stall and embraced, Eloy resting his head on Stephen's shoulder as the water coursed around them.
"I love you," he murmured into Stephen's ear, his voice low. He felt Stephen sigh happily in response.
"I love you too, Eloy," Stephen replied. "Thank you for tonight. I love it when we make love like that."
"Ja, it was good, wasn't it?" Eloy responded, taking the soap and lathering Stephen with it. "Zusje, if you only knew what you do to me sometimes."
"Just sometimes?" Stephen replied, a teasing note in his voice as he took the bar of soap away from Eloy and rubbing his hands on it. When he had enough suds, he soaped Eloy's face before trailing his hands down Eloy's chest. "And here I was hoping for all the time."
"Oh, it is all the time," Eloy assured him. "But sometimes it is more intense than others." He pulled Stephen's hands down to his waist where they continued to soap his now limp penis. "And if you keep that up, you'll find out how."
"All right, I take back what I said earlier. You're beyond incorrigible!" Stephen declared with a mock sigh, though Eloy noted he didn't stop stroking his penis with soap-covered fingers. Eloy was amused by Stephen's attempt to admonish him, since from the tone of his voice and his own actions, he wasn't trying very hard at all.
"Ja, horribly and incurably," Eloy agreed as he wrapped his arms around his lover in a hug. "And hopelessly in love with you."
"That last part, I can deal with," Stephen said softly, raising his face for another kiss, letting his soapy hands massage Eloy's buttocks. "That makes it all manageable."
"Thank you. I think," Eloy replied, still wondering if he should act indignant or not. But Stephen's hands were proving to be an interesting distraction, and he surprised himself by stirring in reaction to Stephen's touch. He pulled Stephen against him, letting the younger man know how he felt. A sharp inhalation was the only sound that Stephen made in the dark before he felt fingers lightly stroke him.
"I can't help myself around you, zusje," Eloy said, acknowledging his randiness with a smile. "All you have to do is touch me and you see the results."
"Well, I certainly feel them," Stephen replied, slowly lathering Eloy's growing erection. He felt Eloy's fingers tipping his chin up for a kiss, and he opened his mouth to Eloy's gentle assault, their tongues sparring for a moment. Eloy sucked on his tongue, reaching down to stroke Stephen's buttocks. They parted, lips still brushing lightly together.
"Come here," Eloy said, tugging on Stephen and leaning backwards until he had the support of the shower wall behind him. He wrapped his arms around his lover, lifting him up so that they could rub their penises together. Stephen spread his legs for balance against his lover's hips, and Eloy moved away from the wall to let Stephen's legs wrap around his waist. He approved of Stephen's idea as he lifted the younger man higher in his arms.
Stephen braced his arms on Eloy's shoulders, helping to lift himself up so that Eloy slid beneath him, penis teasingly close to the entrance of his anus. The soap ran down their bodies, making them slick and he was aware of the water beating against his back.
"Please, baby," he begged softly, resting his cheek against Eloy's. "Make love to me again."
"Mmmmmm," was Eloy's only response as he brushed the tip of his penis against Stephen's anus. His actions provided the desired result, which was his erection grew firmer on contact. He teasingly rocked Stephen back and forth, sliding against the skin on either side of the puckered opening. Stephen's weight was negligible in his arms, the bulk of his weight rested on Eloy's hips, but he hardly felt the pressure of the younger man's thighs around him. He rested against Stephen for a moment before allowing his lover to drop slightly, just the tip of his penis penetrating the opening. Stephen whispered encouraging words in his ear, telling him how good it felt, and how hard he was. The sexy murmur in his ear made him grow even harder, which he hadn't thought possible. But Stephen talking dirty to him had always been a turn on, especially during those months where they were apart, when it was the only contact they had.
"Baby, don't make me suffer like this," Stephen pleaded, eager for Eloy to make the full penetration. "I want you, baby."
Eloy finally relented, letting Stephen sink down onto his erect penis. They both sighed in satisfaction as he finally filled Stephen with his full length, Stephen continuing to encourage him with words.
"Ah, that's it, babe. Fill me up," he said softly, trying to express in words what he was feeling. "That feels so good, honey. Make it feel even better. Do it again."
Eloy complied, raising Stephen up again so that he pulled out completely before entering him again in a long, drawn out slow movement. He reveled in the feeling of Stephen's muscles contracting around him, the slick sound that their bodies made as he withdrew and entered again adding to their pleasure.
"Deeper, baby," Stephen encouraged, sucking on Eloy's earlobe as he pumped up and down on Eloy's penis, the friction of their skin moving against one another intoxicating. He continued to whisper in Eloy's ear, sometimes urging him on, other times begging him to slow down so that they could enjoy themselves longer.
Eloy hardly noticed the spray from the showerhead, which was hitting him in the face as he moved to rest Stephen against the wall, driving upwards and using the pressure of the wall to push Stephen down onto him. Stephen moved his head to shield Eloy's face, taking time to kiss him and to rub his still soap covered hands on Eloy's chest and back.
"Don't stop," he gasped, straining to push himself further onto Eloy. "Jaysus, this feels so good." Eloy only grunted in response, close to ejaculating. The sounds of their panting echoed in the small room, along with the slick movement of skin on skin. Eloy thrust one last time, pushing into Stephen as he let go of his control. Stephen held him as he shuddered, feeling the hot wetness that signified Eloy's ejaculation inside him. He kept on caressing his lover, murmuring softly to Eloy.
As he felt Eloy start to contract and slip out of him he unwrapped his legs from around Eloy's waist and slid his feet down to the shower floor. He winced slightly as muscles protested both his prolonged hold on Eloy as well as his lover's rather energetic thrusts.
Eloy heard Stephen's hiss as he stood on his own again. "Did I hurt you, honing?" He solicitously stroked Stephen's cheek, ignoring the spray of the water.
"No, I think I hurt myself," Stephen laughed. He leaned into Eloy's hand, enjoying his touch. "Just sore from being in one position so long."
"Mmmmm, I'll just have to massage your legs for you," Eloy murmured, lips drifting down the side of Stephen's neck. He knelt down in front of Stephen, capturing Stephen's penis in his mouth again as he massaged Stephen's thigh. He felt Stephen's hands resting against his head as he moved his hands to cup Stephen's buttocks, fingers spreading the cheeks apart and stroking his anus lightly before moving on to the other thigh. Muscles twitched in reaction to his touch, and he pulled back to look up at his lover. He couldn't see anything, as it was dark in the bathroom, without the scant light from the clock that they had had in the bedroom. But he felt Stephen looking down at him as he worked his hands back up one leg and over to the other. His movements back up caused Stephen's penis to brush against his cheek, and he rubbed against it in encouragement. He felt Stephen's muscles twitch in reaction to the sensation.
"Zusje, this is going to be awkward, but I need to feel you in me as well," He murmured, his voice barely drifting up to where Stephen could hear him.
"Here in the shower?" Stephen asked, knowing there was no way he could hold Eloy's weight the way the other man had held him.
"Ja, with the water falling on us. Come down here, honing," Eloy whispered, urging Stephen down to kneel on the floor. They knelt facing one another for a long moment, the water coursing over their heads. Eloy pulled Stephen close into an embrace.
"I want to feel you in me, lover," he whispered into Stephen's ear, pausing to suck on a lobe. "I want to feel you inside me, right now. Baby, I need to feel you so much, it hurts."
Stephen rested his head against Eloy's shoulder, shuddering in response to the raw need he heard in Eloy's voice. "I want that too, baby. I want to feel myself inside you, pushing deep. Let's do it, baby. Let's do it here on the floor." He lifted his head up and gave Eloy a hard kiss, forcing his tongue past Eloy's lips to spar for a moment. He pulled Eloy's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as he pulled back. He could feel Eloy trembling beneath his hands in reaction. With his hands, he urged his lover to turn around, pushing at Eloy's knees so that he could kneel in between them. He had to pull Eloy back so he was low enough to reach, and he wrapped his arms around his lover's chest and rested his cheek against Eloy's back for a moment, hugging him tight. Eloy had braced himself against the tiles, waiting for Stephen to begin. A tremor passed through him, limbs shaking with anticipation.
Stephen moved back from his embrace and positioned himself behind Eloy so that he could penetrate him. He brushed his penis between Eloy's thighs, teasingly poking against the other man's scrotum, wanting to prolong the anticipation he knew Eloy was feeling. He pulled back, letting the tip of his penis draw a line across Eloy's skin and slowly up through the line between the other man's cheeks. He sought the entrance to Eloy's anus wholly by the touch of his penis, his hands resting lightly on Eloy's back as he stroked his way up. When he found the entrance, he paused, drawing out the anticipation, pulling back when Eloy tried to impale himself on his penis.
"Shhhhh," he murmured. "Patience." A whimper met his comment and he had to stifle a chuckle. "Awwww, poor darling."
" Alstublieft," Eloy begged, murmuring the word several times. Stephen closed his eyes, instantly taken back to another hotel room from the past, and to the first time they had made love together. This time, he knew the meaning of the word as Eloy pleaded for completion. The word moved him as no other could have and he gently pressed himself against Eloy, slowly penetrating until he was finally inside as far as he could go.
"Ja," Eloy moaned, drawing out the vowel in the word. "Dieper, lieveling, dieper."
Stephen tried to comply, pushing farther in, and then withdrawing only to stroke inside again. Eloy braced himself against the tiles, the water dripping down his face as he concentrated on what he was feeling. Stephen had his arms wrapped around his waist, his hands stroking Eloy's chest as he penetrated fully, then moving down to stroke hips as he pulled back again. He continued to plead with encouraging words, urging Stephen towards completion. His only thoughts were to prolong their lovemaking as long as possible. He never wanted it to end, and he gasped as Stephen stroked inside him again, the feeling of being penetrated almost overwhelming.
Stephen could hear Eloy's whimpers as he paused. He found he was slipping on the wet floor and he shifted to stay in position, pulling down on Eloy's hipbones to lower him even more. Eloy knelt in almost a fetal position, his head rested on the floor as he waited for Stephen to continue. Stephen relied on touch alone, as he stroked Eloy's anus with his thumbs for a moment before pushing back in again. They moved together in silence, Eloy unable to even whisper encouragement after a while. The sounds of their panting reverberated in the small room as Stephen gave a last stroke before ejaculating. He rested his head against Eloy's back as he shuddered, feeling dizzy from the force of his reaction. As he slipped out of Eloy, he clung to the other man, slowly bringing his breathing back to normal.
"Liefste?" Eloy whispered, feeling Stephen still trembling. He struggled to switch back to English, knowing that Stephen wouldn't be able to understand him. "Baby? Are you okay?" He was loath to move until he knew Stephen was okay, as the other man was resting all of his weight on his back.
"Yeah," Stephen said, his voice sounding tired. "Yeah, I'm okay." He kissed Eloy's back as he pushed himself back onto his knees. "C'mon baby, you must be cramped, kneeling like that." He helped Eloy up, concerned for Eloy as he heard a muffled gasp as they moved back so they were facing one another again. "How about you?"
"Just stiff," Eloy admitted, feeling his back muscles spasm as he straightened up again. "But it was worth it."
"Was it?" Stephen asked, his voice sounding amused. "I like you when you're stiff." A chuckle met his quip and he reached forward until he was touching Eloy's face, then he leaned forward for a kiss. "I can always give you a massage if you think that would help."
"We know where that would lead, don't we?" Eloy responded, still amused by Stephen's comment. He nibbled on Stephen's lips as he wrapped his arms around the other man in a hug.
"Oh god," Stephen murmured, "you are incorrigible! Though I think this time, though the spirit would be willing still, the flesh wouldn't be able to rise to the occasion again. You've drained me, lover."
"Did I?" Eloy sounded rather pleased with himself at Stephen's admission. Though he was tired as well, and stiff from their prolonged exertions in a cramped space, he felt immensely satisfied. Every time with Stephen was a delight, and he enjoyed the fact that Stephen was willing to be so adventurous. "Shall we finish up in here and go lie down then?"
At Stephen's murmur of assent, they helped one another up, both stifling grunts of pain as muscles protested their actions. Eloy turned the water up to as hot as they could stand it, and they washed one another gently, using the opportunity of keep in constant touch with one another as they finished their shower.
They dried off one another with their towels, using touch to communicate instead of words. Stephen felt a deep sense of completion in their actions, as if they had been together all their lives and this was just a common every day event. He found himself very optimistic for the future, and the knowledge that they were going to be together more often giving him a sense of security as he led Eloy back to their bed.
The room beyond was silent, and Stephen knew his sister was probably fast asleep, having finally turned off the television. As he and Eloy both climbed into the bed, they sighed simultaneously as they were able to relax their abused bodies into the soft confines of the mattress. Stephen smiled as he snuggled up against Eloy, resting his cheek in the hollow of Eloy's shoulder. Eloy wrapped his arm around Stephen's back, hugging him closely for a moment as he brushed his lips against the top of Stephen's head.
"Dank je," he whispered softly, resting his cheek against Stephen. " Ik hou van je."
"Thank you, darling," Stephen replied hugging Eloy with the arm he had wrapped around the other man's waist. "I love you, too." He felt more than he heard Eloy's satisfied sigh as they finally settled down for what was left of the night. He could hear Eloy's heart beating under his ear and he let the sound lull him off to sleep.