Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 22:13:54 EST From: Jay Cee Subject: If I Let You Go 1 Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, and therefore it should not be assumed that any of the characters portrayed in this story (i.e. the five members of Westlife) are gay..... Well, this is my first attempt at writing a story like this. I've been reading them for what has seemed like forever, and decided that its about time I made a contribution, regardless of how bad (or good, hopefully) it turns out. There's also the fact that one of my fave groups, Westlife, doesn't seem to get much attention on Nifty, so I'm doing something to correct that! If you have any comments or suggestions, e-mail me at jay102@hotmail.com. Thanks! IF I LET YOU GO (PART I) Author: Jay Cee Nicky relaxed as he slid down in his seat on the flight back home to Ireland. He couldn't wait to get back home to see his family and friends again, the familiarity of Dublin, and especially the love of his life, Georgina. In the seat next to him was Shane, but his mind was focused on other things. Sure, he wanted to be back home just as much as Nicky did, but he didn't have time to think about that right now. There were other, more important things that Shane had on his mind. They'd been on a promo tour of South East Asia, and were now on the flight back from Bangkok, their last stop on the tour. It was hugely successful, boosting album sales, attracting swarms of new fans and the guys had a great time performing to thousands of adoring females in every city in which they played. Shane, on the other hand, searched the crowds for any male face he could find; the female fans didn't interest him at all. He'd glance over in Nicky's direction at every available opportunity while they were performing, Nicky not thinking anything of it; to him they were just good friends after all. He exchanged looks with Kian, Bryan and Mark during the shows as well, but not nearly as many times as with Nicky. He had wanted Nicky so badly, but as far as Shane was concerned, it was impossible. Nicky's strong relationship with Georgina made sure of that. Now Shane was sitting right next to Nicky, taking time to study his angelic features, now that he had fallen into his usual deep sleep. "Hey, what ya doin' back there?" said Mark inquisitively, startling Shane. "Oh, just staring out the window", Shane replied, trying to lie as best he could. "You wanna join me and Kian for a game of poker, there's a spare seat next to me." "Nah, I'd rather stay here, maybe I'll get some shut-eye like sleepy head here," Shane said pointing in Nicky's direction. "Okay then." Nicky suddenly snuggled up against Shane, using his shoulder to support his weight while he was sleeping. Shane smiled to himself, thinking that Nicky was doing this unconsciously, though that wasn't entirely true. Luckily Nicky didn't talk in his sleep, because if he did, he might have given away the reason he was snuggling up to Shane. * * * * * * * * * * * Nicky snuggled up against Shane as they lay together in bed, together at last, if only in Nicky's dream. He placed his arm over Shane's body, and pulled him close, wanting to be as near to him as he possibly could. He didn't know why, but in his dream his feelings for Georgina totally disappeared. He had feelings for Shane that he had never had before. * * * * * * * * * * * "Nicky, wake up! You're killing me!" Although Shane was enjoying the fact that Nicky was treating him like a favourite teddy bear, the enjoyment was causing a wet spot on his pants, which was getting ever noticeable. There was also the fact that the flight attendants, as well as other passengers, were starting to give them strange looks; Shane had their image to think about. "C'mon, get off me!" Nicky slowly opened his eyes, his head still groggy after his sleep. He looked up directly at Shane. They stared at each other, Nicky vaguely recalling the dream he had just had, Shane staring into the eyes of the man of his dreams. Nicky, realising that he was hugging Shane, realised him from his grip and jumped back into his seat, embarrassed about what he had done, but at the same time feeling a faint sense of enjoyment of having had his arms wrapped around Shane. "Sorry Shane, erm, sorry." "That's alright mate, no harm done. I'm guilty of doing the same thing, I probably don't hang on as tight though!" Shane wished he could tell Nicky that he was welcome to do it anytime, but he knew that he couldn't. He glanced over to Nicky, opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, he noticed the large bulge in Nicky's pants. Shane had seen him naked before, and he knew that by the size of the bulge, Nicky was excited about something. "So what was your dream about? Anything exciting? I could feel your heart beating before, and it was setting a pretty high pace." "You know, the usual stuff a guy dreams about. Nothing interesting." "Sure..." "Uh, I need to go to the washroom" "Yeah, me too, I'll follow you down there" They both got up from their seats and headed down towards the back of the plane. Nicky went into one cubicle, and Shane into the other. Nicky washed his face, and freshened up, trying to wake himself, but Shane was there for a different reason. Having Nicky all over him had left him with a raging hard-on, which he was intent on relieving, as fast as he could, so the others wouldn't be left wondering what he was up to. He unzipped his jeans, let them fall to his ankles along with his boxers, and started to pull his cock, in long, hard strokes. He felt his lightly haired chest with his free hand, gently pinching his nipples. Images of Nicky flashed through his head, increasing his excitement. It wasn't long before thick ropes of cum shot over the wall of the washroom, Shane letting out a long, low pitched moan as he cum. He banged his head against the wall as he leant back, feeling spent. He scooped some of the cum with his fingers and savoured the sweet taste. "If only that was Nicky's," he thought. He cleaned himself up, and opened the washroom door to find Nicky looking at him with a devilish grin on his face. "You okay? Sounds like you were being sick in there... uh, Shane, you've still got some on the corner of your mouth, I think." "Shit!" Shane thought, quickly wiping off the cum with a kleenex, "He couldn't have realised what it was, could he?" "Yeah, I was feeling a little ill." "Let's get back to our seats, the plane's gonna land pretty soon..." * * * * * * * * * * Well, that's the first installment. Not sure where its headed exactly, but maybe Shane doesn't have quite as hard a task to get his man as he had first imagined? If you have any suggestions, send me an e-mail to jay102@hotmail.com