Disclaimer If you are under the age to read porn or it is not accepted in your area, please leave now. The fictional story below is completely from my imagination. Nothing from it is true.only in my dreams. *** ** * * ** *** Chapter 6 "Alright Marcus - don't rush me. You're lucky I haven't unpacked yet or we'd be even longer. Why must I move anyway? I'm not worried about what my fans are going to do - you've heard them - they love me!" whined Will to his manager.
"Look Will - It's like this mate. Your arse is worth more than three quarters of a million on my account. If anything happens to you, I loose that money - as much as I love you pal, your arse is mine and if I wanna move it to another hotel - I'll damn well move it - ok buddy?" replied Marcus in a very smart sarcastic voice.
Will rolled his eyes. Marcus had always been a fuss pot. Will was starting to get sick and tired of - "my arse is yours?" realised Will "Is it hell - it belongs to a certain someone but that aint you"
Marcus blushed "Who then? Please don't tell me that awful Tom man? Oh please Will - you deserve better- much better."
"Marcus, - I would not expect you to understand" spoke Will "What me and Tom had was real - really real and it had to be put on hold for awhile. I have more free time now. I have more money now. For Christ's sake Marcus, I could buy his bank in a few months!"
Marcus stood staring at the red Will. His face had turned as red as a tomato. The music artist breathed and with every gulp of air, colour returned to his face.
"Sorry - I got carried away" apologised Will, testing the water.
"Don't worry about it Will. I can see you like him and if he makes you happy - it means I don't have to put up with yours moody tantrums" laughed Marcus "Now hurry up with your bags, I'll send someone up in a minute to carry them down - see you in the limo" he shouted before disappearing around the corner of the door frame and the door slamming shut behind him.
Silence
At the moment - silence was bliss. Will placed his grey robe he'd been wearing earlier that morning on the bed, folded nicely before returning to the window. The cheering was amazing. Solid glass and the noise was still thunderous. He smiled to himself. Girls were is usual fans, even though they knew he was gay. He placed his hand upon the ice cold glass, sending a shiver down his spine. He thought of Tom, he hadn't heard anything from him. He'd given the right number - he hoped. He left the sliding glass door and walk to where he'd left his cell phone. Should he ring? No - he didn't want to sound too forward. He didn't want to push Tom into a relationship. Things were going to be different this time.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the room's phone ringing. He picked up the receiver and spoke. "Hello?"
"Will, its Marcus, look I hate to rush you like this mate but we gotta go, you've got a photo shoot in 30 minutes!"
"alright Marcus, give me 5 ok? I'm sure I'll have everything done and ready"
"I hope so pal" spoke his manager into the phone "for your sake and mine"
The line went dead.
Will placed the phone back and quickly backed up the last of his belongings before struggling yet again with his suitcase. A voice from behind startled him.
"Eh Excuse me sir - shall I take your luggage now?"
Will turned to look at the person. In the doorway stood David Charles, Will's private driver and 'right hand man'.
"Oh David, yes please and - yes and that one - oh by the way, the names Will - not sir"
David smiled before taking most of the luggage in his hands and disappearing through the doorway. Will grabbed his shoulder bag and made sure everything had been packed. He wasn't going to leave Anything behind this time.
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Suddenly the rolling hills of Wales started to take shape. Tom Lewis was home in the rolling valleys of Wales. The lush green hills spread out all around him. He was still on the motor way yet the smell in the air could tell him he was home in Wales. The smell of sulphur. He passed Swansea steel works- the orange and blue flames flickered high in the sky. Like a guiding star to the lost shepherds thought Tom and laughing at the image in his head of him dressed up with a tea cloth on his head. With thanks to his mother's artistic work, he had been the best looking shepherd in the whole primary school play. The orange and blue star was a sign that it wasn't long before he'd be home.
Since the start of the trip, he'd moved from Cher's greatest hits through to Charlotte Church's album and the mega bass stereo was now pumping out 'Love it when you call my name'. He smiled as he listened to the lyrics to the song. He also had loved it when Will had called out his name during their steamy times of passion. He laughed when he thought of how Will was turned on the most. He'd loved it when he was kissed or even touched on the inner side of the thigh. Tom could turn Will on by a touch, not even to the genitals. He pressed harder on the accelerator pedal as he realised of the lump in his trousers. He placed a hand on it, rubbing it slightly. It sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine - he groaned and shifted slightly in his seat. He continued to rub, his manhood seeming to get larger and thicker until it was at its full size of 8.5inches. He continued to rub, each time shivering with pleasure. The last thing he wanted was to greet his parents with a huge hard-on. He raised his hand back up to the steering wheel, promising himself the pleasure he craved as soon as he was alone at home. Slowly with time, the throbbing lump in his trousers decreased in size - returning to its normal shape.
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Will opened the door to the stretch limo waiting outside. Inside sat Marcus Duvall. He'd changed- now wearing a cream suit - making him look like a pimp. Yet strangely the suit worked for him due to his dark hair. His Italian features helped - the jet black sleek hair - the dark tanned skin. Will would joke that he was Will's personal 'Italian Stallion'.
"Hey what's up boss?" asked Will in his sauciest American accent.
"We - you have a photo shoot in less than 15 minutes at Polydor. You're lucky it's not far from here" answered Marcus, waiting for an apology - it never came.
Silence between the two. The limo begun to move and hummed along the road, hitting a steady 50 mph. Wills eyes caught the mini bar, illuminated with green florescent lighting. He leant forward, taking the orange juice and pouring it into a glass found in the other compartment. He took a gulp and sat back- relaxing in his seat.
"You need a haircut too. I'll get in touch with Mr. Goldberg - see what he can do" said Marcus.
"I don't need a haircut" replied Will smiling to himself "Tom likes it this way"
Marcus Duvall reached into his pocket and pulled out his slim line cell and pressed a few buttons before raising it to his ears.
"Mr. Goldberg. Francis? Yeah, Marcus Duvall - Yeah Will Young. That right - yes a bit of an emergency - photo shoot until 3pm - that's fine - thank you very much - see you in a little while - bye"
He slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, and glanced at Will. He grinned like the cat from Alice in Wonderland thought Will.
"He can fit you in at 4. Anyway, I just remembered - you'll have to cut your hair for your new video shoot. I have the plans for the new video of the single back at my flat. Wait until you've had your shoot and we'll call back at mine."
Will nodded his head in agreement. It was always the same, he'd read the plans, dislike them and they would have to be changed by himself. He leaned against the window of the limo, the cold glass felt good against his raging headache.
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The green Vectra pulled up outside the Tudor style cottage. It had not changed all these years - the darkened wood - the white washed walls. Tom had parked his car in the usual place outside. Positioning the car so that he could look over the hills of Wales. His parents had a great view here - something that could not be bought in England like most things. He stepped from the vehicle, suddenly sensing himself being watched. The oak door swung open, his mother appearing with a large warming smile upon her face.
"Oh Twm" spoke his mother as she ran towards him. The word 'Twm' being the welsh version of Tom. His mother had not changed, perhaps looked a little older but that was expected - Tom had not been back home for around 3 - 4 years. Will had been here many times with him. His mother, a very petite woman wore old light blue jeans and a purple jumper. Her long greying hair swept back behind her back. Tom always remembered his mother to have blonde hair - bottle blonde but blonde never the less. She grabbed him and pulled him into her, Tom had to stoop slightly to receive the hug. The welsh accent hit him immediately although his mother did not speak welsh.
"Oh Twm, it's so good to see you - was the trip ok coming down?" asked his mother eagerly - her sparkling blue eyes piercing him. The whole family were blessed with blue eyes.
"Yes mam, the trip was fine" replied Tom embracing his mother again. "It's so good to be home - how is everyone?"
"Everyone's fine" his mothers face suddenly turned more serious "I hope your ok, really ok - have you heard from Will recently? Your father and I have been watching him on T.V. He's rather a hit now isn't he?"
Tom smiled and threw an arm around his mother's shoulders and directing her to the house. "Yeah, he's even bigger in London - I have heard from him"
"And?" asked his mother. Tom's smile widened - his mother had always liked Will. Both got on really well in each others company. Tom had to sometimes drag Will from his mother's stories of when he was a child. Thinking back, he'd wished he'd let Will listen.
"And nothing - we'll take it slow and see where it ends up" replied Tom, not wanting his mother to know the full story of him loosing the number. Tom quickly changed topic, "Where's Dad?"
"Your father is fussing in the shed, I did shout for him to come in - his hearing is going now too" Tom laughed at this statement. His mother had been saying that for the last 10 years. Indeed his fathers hearing had gotten worse but most of the time he was in a world of his own, so he couldn't hear a thing.
Tom suddenly removed his arm from around his mother's shoulders. "I'll just grab my bags mam; I'll be in in a minute ok?"
Tom turned to run back to the car, he swung the passenger side door open and removed the suitcase on the back seats. He locked the car and stood, staring at the house. This little holiday was going to be interesting, disturbing yet heart warming. He stood there a little while longer before he was interrupted by his mother's calls.
"Gerwyn, your sons here, now hurry up or you can forget be cooking anything tonight". Tom laughed at his mothers shouts - she had not changed. A chill suddenly caused Tom to shiver. The sun was setting, the sky turning a red and purple colour. He steadied himself before walking back up to the house, wondering what Will was doing at this moment in time.
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Ok, there's chapter 6 done, aint heard any feedback for awhile now - it is much appreciated. Anyway chapter 7 shouldn't be long, already writing it lol. Twm xx
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