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My body moves to your control	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-My body moves to your control
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Neil couldn’t remember the last time he had hurried so much to get back to the hotel after a concert as he had done that night in Valencia. Chris had shot him knowing glances during most of their drive back through packed city streets and back alleys.
He had sniggered and barely suppressed a grin when Neil had assured him for what had felt like the millionth time that no, there wasn’t anything wrong with him; he was just tired and wanted to call it an early night and didn’t require any company, thank you very much! It had briefly crossed his mind that Chris might think he was seeing someone or had some groupie thing going on, but it didn’t really worry him much. First of all it was not true and secondly the one who would have been bothered most by this kind of rumour knew exactly why he wanted to retire early that night.
Neil allowed himself a broad grin as he finally closed the door of his hotel room behind him. This time it led into a medium-sized room, all plush and crammed with antique-looking furniture, which felt rather stifling in the humid heat. A thunderstorm was predicted to strike later that night and Neil hoped that it would clear the air and let the temperature drop a few degrees. The sticky heat was exhausting him and wearing his nerves thin. Sighing, he crossed the little space and flopped down on the bed in a rather uncharacteristic way. For a moment he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the way the soft mattress eased the tension in his shoulders and the small pains in his back.
A humming sound startled him out of his near dozing state and he grinned again and fished his mobile out of the back pocket of his jeans. The message he had received was from his boyfriend and Neil thought he’s been disappointed if it has come from somebody else.
“Hi Tigger,” he read, “ready for another shower?”
“Yes, if it means I get you naked on top of my four-poster again,” he replied, grinning wickedly. “Will be online in a sec.”
Neil then switched his mobile off without waiting for an answer. He went back into the crammed living room area and set up his laptop, pretty much like he had done the day before. This time he didn’t wait for the messenger window to pop up and directly headed for the bathroom where he quickly undressed and stepped underneath the cool spray of the shower. He tried to be as efficient as possible; strictly just cleaning himself without messing around. It wasn’t all that easy to keep his thoughts from drifting back to he previous night and Stefan’s cheeky comments and suggestions, though. Being apart from his little German for week after week as the tour wore on and on was becoming difficult and slightly painful and Stefan’s little game had brought it sharply back into focus how much he actually missed the kid and how much loneliness and yearning he kept hidden behind the smiles and his professional attitude.
But he wasn’t thinking about how much he wanted to pull the boy into a crushing hug and never let go again how or much he ached for just a kiss, no.
When he was all showered and dried and dressed once more in boxers and a T-shirt, Neil felt slightly hollow, almost out of sync with what was going on in his life at that moment. He swallowed past a lump in his throat and frowned, slightly irritated with himself. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he moved his neck slightly from one side to the other, hoping to loosen up his stiff muscles. Before he sat down he stared at the black screen for a long moment, felling almost silly for what he was going to discuss with his boyfriend.
“And I said I’m not uptight,” he thought warily.
The messenger window greeted him when he moved the mouse but no message had been sent to him yet. He arched an eyebrow, annoyed by that stupid little white box.
“Where are you?” Neil typed impatiently, wondering why he was doing this at all. Without an insistent erection the prospect of having to do some virtual dirty talk with his boyfriend was not half as enticing.
“Right here, waiting for you,” Stefan’s answer came almost immediately. “And good evening to you, too. Nice that you’re in such a fair mood.”
Neil leaned back in his chair, trying to fight his rising temper. Stefan had a point, though. He was being rude with no real reason.
“I’m sorry,” he wrote back. “Didn’t mean to snap at you like that. Guess, I’m just a bit on edge today.”
“Why?” Stefan asked, sending a worried looking smiley with his short question.
Neil smiled slightly. It felt good to talk to Stefan, even though it was just a voiceless conversation aided by keyboards and computer screens.
“Nothing much really,” he explained. “I’m just done.” He hesitated briefly, then added:
“Wish you were here, kid.”
A beaming smiley popped up on his screen, making Neil smile once more.
“I wouldn’t mind to have you back home, either,” the boy wrote. “The flat’s pretty big without you and Janet already complained that she’s gotta go to all those parties on her own. Didn’t you have pleasant dreams last night?”
Neil felt himself blushing slightly as he remembered the preceding evening.
“I did,” he countered. “But now those hotel beds seems to be so empty when it’s just me sleeping in them,” he added, feeling boldly.
“Once he’s away, he can be nice,” Stefan teased. “So, what did you do after I got you inspired?”
The blush returned more fiercely this time and Neil scowled.
“Nothing extraordinary, just a bit of wanking,” he wrote shortly.
“Guess what!” Stefan shot back, adding a smiley which rolled its eyes.
“That was the idea, wasn’t it? You promised me details to entertain a lonely boy. So don’t be shy and spill the beans!”
The choice of words made Neil grin even though he still felt his ears and neck burn.
“There isn’t much to spill,” he insisted stubbornly. “I simply took care of a persistent boner and that didn’t last 5 minutes.”
“You’re such a hopeless, straight-laced, prudish example of an uptight Catholic git!” Stefan retorted not very kindly. It made Neil chuckle under his breath and he began to feel much more relaxed than he had all day. Hell, this just between him and his boy. Why was he always complicating matters?
“I’m not uptight!” he typed, knowing very well that this reply would fire the German up even more. He waited a few moments, trying to recall a few details of what he had done after he had switched off his laptop the night before.
“I waited until the notebook shut down, then I went to bed,” he typed, wishing he could see his boyfriend’s exasperated face-expression. Not bothering to suppress a wicked grin that spread across his face, he continued typing:
“I turned the air-conditioning up a bit and switched the lights off. I removed my T-shirt and my boxers and lay down on the bed. Believe it or not, but it felt a bit odd laying there, being thoroughly turned on by you, yet being all alone. Dunno how to explain it; it felt almost as if I knew I was being watched but couldn’t care enough about that to not to do what you told me to. When I closed my eyes I could almost hear your voice, whispering those things you typed out for me into my ear and it made me shiver.
The things you said… they were playing on my mind. You, kneeling below the table… between my knees. You all wet in the shower cabin with me, your back against the wall, our bodies entwined. Your tongue in my mouth, your mouth kissing my throat, sucking my nipples, enclosing my erection, sucking hard.”
Neil stopped typing and ran a hand over his face in an attempt to get a grip on himself. He felt flushed and hot and once again more than just a little turned on. Without stopping to read Stefan’s replies, which had begun to flash up on the screen, he continued writing, his fingers flying over the keys as if rushing through this meant he would not lose his nerve.
“So… I was lying there, thinking of you. I was… still turned on. I was hard. Those little fantasies made me breathless. I ran my hands over my chest, over my legs as far as I could reach down. I stroked and tweaked my nipples to hardness. I spread my legs, drawing up my knees slightly so that I was lying comfortably. I… I thought of you. How you’d look at me before climbing into bed with me. Grinning that cheeky little grin of yours as you’d settle between my legs. I pictured how you’d lower your head, your mouth open, your tongue poking out, all pink and sexy. I grabbed hold of my hard-on and teased back the foreskin, imagining how you’d lap at the tip playfully at first, then down the shaft.”
Neil pressed the enter key and closed his eyes for a moment. He needed to collect his thought. He needed to steady his breathing. He needed to get a grip on the mounting arousal that ran through his body like currents of electricity, making his skin crawl and the blood rush rapidly from his head. God, he felt dizzy!
Hesitantly he opened his eyes after a while and stared back at the screen. Stefan’s messaging were flashing impatiently, beckoning him to finally read them. He scrolled up to the point where the kid had been insulting him in good humour and read:
“I don’t wanna know how cold it was in your damn room or if you slept in pyjamas or not, git!”
“Good old boy, that’s much better! Nice to hear that you like to picture me when you wank. Maybe you’d like to know that tonight I’m naked down in your sitting room, stretched out o your precious sofa. Go on; tell me more of what you were thinking about yesterday night!”
“Hmm, I think I have to sneak in on you when you wank when you’re back home.
It sounds dead sexy. My sexy Tigger. Did you come thinking of me giving you a blow-job?”
Neil groaned. This was proving to be far more draining than he had expected. How did the boy do this to him anyway? He had never been the most imaginative of persons and certainly not when it came to wanking. He thought he was usually rather matter-of-factly about it. Relieving some tension, that what it was most of the time. But with Stefan it was different. Not that it should’ve really surprised him; everything was always different with Stefan.
He noticed that his hands were trembling slightly as he resumed his typing.
“Oh Jesus, you’re really messing with my mind! What a question to ask. But if you must know: Yes, I did. I did come picturing how you would close your mouth around my dick, one hand wrapped around the base, playing with my balls and the other resting on my hip. Steadying you and holding me down at the same time. I tried to go slow; to keep the strokes measured and even but I didn’t last very long with that. I…I guess, I was pumping furiously in no time. Quick, hard strokes. No fuss. No more playing. I think I was pushing my hips up rather frantically, wanting to thrust in deeper into that hot mouth of yours. The thought made me come pretty quickly. Your hot mouth and your pink tongue and… I might have been shaking as I came, I don’t really recall. But I felt tense afterwards. The next thing I remember is that I was still lying there on top of the bed, panting hard and feeling goose-bumps rising everywhere as the sweat dried in the cool breeze of the air-conditioning. My hand and my belly were all sticky. Then I thought of what you said before. That you like to lick me clean afterwards and it almost made me come again. I must have fallen asleep then.”
Stefan had sent another smiley, this one grinning broadly.
“Wow, you must’ve looked gorgeous like that,” the next of his messages read.
“All flushed and boneless. I really like this thought. I think I’d crawl all over you, kissing you and then laying my head down on your chest, my legs tangled up with yours so that we can fall asleep like this. What do you think?”
Now that he had finished writing, Neil was staring blankly at the screen. He felt stupid for having been turned on by Stefan’s little game and angry at himself for letting this get to him so much. He shook his head. He couldn’t really think with a throbbing erection contained way to tightly in his CK boxers.
“What do I think?” he muttered tonelessly to himself. “That I miss you like hell,” he thought but did not mention this sentiment when he continued writing:
“I think I might need a rather cold shower now! You’re such a devil. Not that I mind, though.”
“Okay,” Stefan answered, “then I don’t wanna keep you any longer. Have fun, love and think some nice things when you shower. Love you, sleep tight.”
When he read those words, Neil felt the lump in his throat returning. He blinked repeatedly to avoid getting tearful.
“I will. I love you, too, little one. Good night,” he wrote, hoping it sounded more cheerful than he felt. He shut everything down and stared into space for a moment. He needed a drink but he was not in the mood to talk to someone on the phone or to go down to the bar now. With a sigh he finally got up and took a shower for the second time that evening.
“Gee, Stefan,” he whispered to himself when he lay down to sleep a few minutes later, “I’m not good with these tings. I just end up wanting you too much when you’re not here.”
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