Date: Sat, 05 Aug 2000 23:50:54 EST From: Jay Cee Subject: Boy bands : If I Let You Go 4 Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and therefore it does not imply that any of the characters portrayed in this story (i.e. the five members of Westlife) are gay... If you're under 18, then you might want to hit the "back" button on your browser. This story is not for you! Well, thanx to all those who've mailed me with comments and suggestions for part 4 (and beyond!). I know this installment comes hot on the heels of number 3, but hey, I'm on a roll! What can I say? Any comments or suggestions to jay102@hotmail.com IF I LET YOU GO (PART IV) Author: Jay Cee Bryan woke up from his slumber, Louis, their manager, still fast asleep beside him. He heard noise coming from the seats in front of him, so he decided to go check things out, even if the cabin was totally dark. Maybe Kian and Mark were awake? He got up, and tiptoed towards their seats, trying not to disturb Shane or Nicky. What he saw though wasn't what he'd expected. "Fuck, what is going on?" "Freddie's not feeling too good Bryan. I don't know what it is. Can you just leave us alone for a bit? Now isn't a good time for a get together." "Sure Kian, is there anything.." "No, it's okay, he's just a little stressed out, y'know." "Okay, well, you guys know where I am if you need me." "Thanks Bry..." With that Bryan returned to his seat, slightly confused about what had just happened. Okay, he thought, so what if Mark was stressed out? Big deal. But this sudden outpouring of emotion was just a little out of character for the introverted Mister Feehily. It was a weird reaction, to be sure. Why wouldn't he be able to help? Why did Kian want to try and comfort Mark all by himself? Even so, he decided that it would be best to keep it from Louis and the other lads. It would still play on his mind though. He'd talk to Mark about it later... * * * * * * * * * * After the plane had landed in London, the boys were whisked away in the usual Tarago van, far from the screaming fans. Having to sign autographs, have photos taken, and force their way through the crowds wasn't the most enjoyable experience after a twenty hour flight, even if they had flown first class. And anyway, Mark's depressing mood, Nicky's sullen expression and Shane's vicious hangover would not have made for a successful meet and greet session with the fans. Leaving Heathrow Airport, and the Asian tour far behind them, they ventured into the countryside, a few hours outside London. Awaiting their arrival was a manor house, and sprawling country estate. The plan was to get the guys away for a while, to help their creative fluids, seeing as they were all budding songwriters. It's was their manager Louis' idea, and it would afford him a well earned break also. At any rate, the guys deserved a bit of time to relax after their success of late. The Tarago pulled from the country lane into the long, winding driveway of the estate. Nicky was fast asleep, dreaming of Shane. He was restless, his head shaking from side to side. Was it a dream he was having, or a nightmare. Shane didn't care. He shielded his eyes from the bright glare of the sun with his shades, remnants of alcohol pulsing through his veins, feeding the throbbing at his temples. Mark looked blankly out the van windows, Kian beside him, though they hadn't acknowledged each other once during the journey. Bryan sat up the front, making small talk with the driver, somewhat confused by the tenseness that lingered in the back of the van. He had an idea though, for something they could do together after they'd rested up. "Wow" said Bryan, impressed by the size of the house as it came into view. "What are we goin' to do with a house that big?? There's only five of us! I can see myself getting lost in there!" Kian said, looking at Mark. "Yeah..." was all he could manage in return. He was drained, physically and emotionally. Sure, Kian had comforted him on the plane, but he never said those three words back to Mark. I love you. Now his love was unrequited. How did Kian feel about him? He said "he felt for him". What the fuck did that mean? Kian was in the game for one thing only. Sex. Mark needed somebody to confide in about his feelings. But who? Who could he trust? Shane was feeling the same way. His heart was aching, even more so than his head. Nicky meant so much to him, but he was taken. "Okay guys, hop out. We're here!!" Bryan yelled. "Damn, I wish he wasn't so happy all the time..." though Shane to himself. "Urrrhhhhh.... What's going on?" Nicky was woken from his slumber, the dream of Shane cut short, just as they were about to... "We're here Nicky! Wake up ya deadhead!" "Leave me alone Bry, let me get back to sleeeeee" "You can take a nap when we get inside, come on!" They were all taken aback by the house. It was grand, surrounded by huge grounds. There was a stable, down towards the stream, and as soon as Shane saw it, he had to run to it, his love for horses overwhelming him. The other guys entered the house, found their bedrooms, and met in the kitchen to organise some lunch. To the guys dismay, there wasn't much in the way of food around, so they sent the driver to the nearest village to grab some supplies. There was no use trying to write songs on an empty stomach! Shane returned from the stables, a huge grin spread across his face. "You should see the horses they have here, they're so beautiful. I'll have to go riding later on. Anyone want to join me?" "I will, I wouldn't mind seeing a bit of the countryside," said Mark, hoping that maybe he could get Shane alone, and talk to him about his problems. If there was someone that Mark could trust, it was Shane. "Okay then, we'll go later on. What are we going to do in the meantime? Any ideas Bryan?" "Well, I thought a game of football, would be good meself. You know, a bit of a bonding exercise." "I could use a bit of bonding with Nicky" Shane thought to himself. He wondered how he was going to concentrate on riding the horse later with the object of his desires alone with him. "Okay, let's all get changed and meet out on the field past the stables in, oh, ten minutes?" "Okay" the other four answered in unison. * * * * * * * * * * Kian trampled up the stairs to his room, the last of the five to go up. He felt low. Mark had barely said a word to him in the hours since the flight. What had he done wrong? He knew the words that Mark wanted to hear him say. But you shouldn't tell someone that you love them unless you were sure of it. He thought he was falling for Mark, but he wasn't in love with him. Or was he? The years of one night stands and casual sex had left him confused as to what love really was. How do you explain that to a person though? What he thought he felt was lust. It was his animal instinct driving him. Getting in deeper with Mark could mean losing a dear friend if it didn't work out. Did he want to risk that? His thought turned to what he would wear outside. He removed his shirt, the smooth cotton brushing against his nipples. He crossed the room, and admired his body in the mirror. "Those hours in the tanning salon paid off" he thought to himself, a wry grin appearing on his face. His arms and shoulders were well defined, his chest developed. Of all the Westlifers, he spent the most time in the gym. He undid his trousers, one button at a time, and slid them off slowly. He removed his boxer shorts as well, there was no point in having them on when he was out there playing, he thought. He smiled as he noticed the absence of a tan line around his groin, "Those hours being naked in the tanning salon really paid off!!" he thought to himself again. He encircled his cock with his left hand, his right gentling caressing his balls. "Damn, I am one hot looking boy", he thought, admiring his gorgeous body. He began to pull in long strokes, letting his foreskin work its way over the head of his cock, as it gradually grew to its full length. Images of Mark found their way into his head, making him feel even more excited, even hotter. Kian's heartbeat became to quicken as the blood throbbed through his cock. The tightness in his balls became greater, and his whole body began to tense as he let out soft moans, trying to be quiet and not be heard. He thought it best to shoot into the toilet; it'd be a hell of a lot easier than to clean it up off the floor. He turned about face to go to the bathroom, and found Mark, standing at the door, his hand cupping the bulge in his shorts. Mark was shocked at having been caught prying on Kian. "Mark..." He didn't hang around. Red with embarrassment, he ran from the door, the sound of his footsteps fading as he hurried down the corridor. It was too late for Kian though. "Uh...uh....uh....fuuuck" Thick ropes of cum came shooting out, as waves of pleasures went pulsing through his body. Mark's embarrassment wasn't going to stop him enjoying this moment. Needless to say, he never made it to the bathroom in time. "Damn! What a mess." After cleaning up the floor with some tissues, he quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, the shirt hanging low past his crotch, hiding the wet-spot on his shorts where traces of cum were still slowly leaking out. He hurried down the stairs, hoping to catch up to Mark before he made it outside, but with no success. he opened the front door to find the guys, including Mark, waiting outside for him. "So, you ready for the big game Kian?" Bryan asked him. "Uh, yeah, I guess so..." he replied, looking at Mark, who immediately looked away as soon as their eyes met. Actually, Kian was feeling a little sluggish after his little session before. "Okay," Shane said, taking charge all of a sudden, "Two teams, Nicky and Bryan on one team, and me, Kian and Mark on the other. Sligo boys versus the Dublin boys!!" "Can we tackle, cause I wouldn't mind taking a few of you Sligo boys down!" Nicky said, pointing his finger menacingly at the other three. "I guess we can allow that" replied Shane. "I know who'll I'll be making contact with" he whispered quietly to himself. "Okay then" said Nicky, "here we go...." * * * * * * * * * * Well, there's part 4 for ya. I promise there'll be some Shane and Nicky in part 5, so keep an eye out for it!