Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2000 23:37:45 EST
From: Jay Cee <jay102@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Bands > If I Let You Go 3

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and therefore it does not imply
that any of the characters portrayed in this story (i.e. the five members
of Westlife) are gay...

Any comments or suggestions to jay102@hotmail.com

>>>Sorry about the delay! Thanx again to all those that have e-mailed me
about the story, it's nice to know that it's not going completely unread!
Well, sit tight, here comes part 3...<<<


IF I LET YOU GO (PART III) Author: Jay Cee

The plane banked sharply as it soared towards the open skies above
Dubai. Shane was asleep, the drinks he had consumed while in transit
knocking him out almost as soon as he got to his seat. Nicky had also
managed to get to sleep, despite all the confusion in his head about the
feelings he had been experiencing of late. Bryan and Louis were also
pushing z's at the back of the cabin, leaving Mark and Kian the only ones
left awake.

The last flight attendant left the first class section, closing the curtain
behind her, leaving the two guys as the only alert people. The coast was
clear for them now; Kian, ever the devious one, had a few ideas of what
they could do now that they were alone, and playing a round of cards was
not one of them!

"Everyone else is dead to the world Mark, what do you want to do?", asked
Kian, looking into Mark's dark, shiny eyes.

"What sorta question is that Kian? This isn't the most private place in the
whole world you know. That attendant could appear from behind that curtain
at any minute, and..."

"And? What do you think I'm planning Mark?"

"You know very well what I'm thinking here Kian. I just don't think it's a
good idea, that's all."

There was a moment of silence between the two guys, tension appearing,
almost from nowhere. Kian turned out the reading light that they had left
switched on, plunging the cabin into an eerie darkness. He turned to Mark
staring at his face for a few seconds, then slowly raised his hand,
brushing the smooth skin of Mark's face slowly, and sensually. He had been
waiting for a private time for them together for days, and now they had
found it in the most unlikely of places. Mark drew a short breathe, the
cool touch of Kian's hand surprising him, and slowly turned to face his
tormenter.

"Kian, I..."

"Shh..."

Kian moved in for the kill, ever the smooth operator. He captured Mark's
upper lip in his, and after a short moment of hesitation, Mark let his lips
open, allowing Kian's tongue to roam inside his mouth. Mark was enjoying
the moment, he loved giving into Kian like this, he also considered himself
to be the submissive type. He moved his hand down to Kian's thigh,
caressing it slowly through the thin fabric of his pants. He slowly broke
off the tender kiss, thinking they would get caught.

"What's wrong?" asked Kian, a puzzled expression faintly visible in the
near dark.

"Not here Kian, what if..."

"Stop being so pathetic Mark, no-one will see us, if we're quiet..."

Kian slipped his hand from around Mark's back, and rested his hand on
Mark's aching crotch, pressing lightly, causing Mark to moan slightly.

"I thought that would quiet you down, boy"

"If you keep that up Kian, I might have to wake everyone up, I don't think
I could stay quiet for long."

"Well, will this wake everyone up?" Kian said, as he carefully undid the
zip on Mark's jeans, sliding his hand inside, and under the elastic of
Mark's boxer shorts, taking a grip of Mark's growing erection.

"Kian, no..." Mark managed to get speak the words, although the plea to
stop sounded weak, almost as if he wanted it to go on, rather than have it
end. Kian started tugging lightly on Mark's member, making Mark's breathing
short and heavy. Kian savoured the look of ecstasy on his boy's face, then
leant in, trailing soft kisses down Mark's neck. He used his free hand to
unbutton the top of Mark's shirt, and started pinching at his soft nipple,
which soon turned hard at Kian's touch.

Suddenly, Mark's voiced raised, not quite a scream, but in the quiet of the
cabin, it was still easily audible over the dull roar coming from the
engines.

"Kian! I'm...."

And with that Kian felt the orgasm rush through Mark's body as he squirmed
in his seat, and felt the wetness in his hand, still massaging Mark's cock
in his jeans. He pulled the elastic back up around Mark's waist, took his
hand out, zipping up Mark's jeans. He raised his hand to his mouth, licking
his fingers, tasting Mark's saltiness.

"You're not going to keep that all to yourself are you Ki? Share and share
alike yeah?"

"Yeah..."

With that Mark leant towards Kian, their mouths connecting, his tongue
delving in, and tasting what Kian had been lapping up just moments
before. He let out a soft groan, and broke the kiss off.

"We could continue this somewhere else, if you like..."

"Like where Kian, we're on an airplane, and..." Mark stopped short,
suddenly realising what Kian was getting at.

"You never wanted to join the mile high club..." said Kian, with a look of
pure lust in his eyes, at the same time teasing Mark by playing with his
ever erect nipple. The coaxing wasn't working too well though.

"I don't need to go this fast Kian... I don't want to go this fast."

"What are you afraid of Mark?" Kian withdrew his hand, slightly taken aback
by Mark's sudden change of mood.

"This is not how I want things to develop Kian. I'm not like that, I want
things to go slowly. I...look, I don't want this to be purely about sex
Kian, I don't know if that's all you want, but I want something more,
because I..."

"Mark", Kian said cutting him off in mid-sentence, "I really feel for you,
you know, it's not just about sex, if it was I wouldn't be here talking to
Mark."

"It's just that, well, Kian, I think I'm falling in love with you... Damn
it, I am in love with you Kian. I need more from this, so much more, and
I'm not sure that in the environment that we are in, with almost no time to
ourselves, I don't know that what I want out of a relationship with you is
what I'll end up getting."

Tears started to form in Mark's eyes, and began to slowly trickle down his
rosy cheeks. Kian was stunned, sure he liked Mark, a lot, but did he feel
the same way as Mark felt about him? He was the playboy of the group, like
to fool around a bit with other guys, and had done a top job of keeping it
quiet. One minute their fooling around, the next minute Mark wants a
relationship and is in tears.

"Shit, what the hell am I getting myself into?" thought Kian to himself. He
didn't want to hurt Mark, he was a great friend to him, but getting
involved with him could be messy if it went wrong, and how would the other
guys react when they found out?

Kian did the only thing he could think of doing at that time. He took Mark
in his arms and held him close.


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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?"


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Well guys, that's it for part 3. Let us know what you think, and
suggestions would be appreciated!! E-mail to jay102@hotmail.com