Something special | By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Neil went up the stairs to his own bedroom with brisk speed. He was so furious with himself. What had he just sworn to himself? To be Stefan’s friend and only 5 minutes later he tried to take advantage of the boy and kissed him. He was being so pathetic! Angrily he pulled at his tie and threw it to the floor, then kicked his shoes off.
He paced up and down the room a couple of times but it did do no good. His mind was racing, his body was on fire. He wanted Stefan so badly it hurt. Not just physically but in his heart. He was fighting off the tears as he got out of his clothes and changed into his pyjamas. The only thing he could think of was how cute Stefan had looked in them; the sleeves far too short exposing naked ankles. He turned off the lights and lay down, blanket up to his chin, trying to force his mind to focus on business matters. The upcoming meeting with EMI, the tour they were planning, even the fact that he needed to find a new caretaker for his house in Rye.
Anything to keep his mind from producing more pictures of Stefan looking absolutely breathtaking. From him thinking about how badly he wanted to touch the boy, feel his soft skin; just get another of those sweet kisses. He cursed in frustration. He was hard now, beyond the point where he could ignore it, beyond the point of endurance. He pushed the blanket back impatiently and reached down underneath his pyjama pants. He stared at the ceiling refusing to let his mind drift off with indecent images of Stefan. He tried to recall memories of himself with his boyfriend, of the happy days he had had with Dean before all they could do together was fighting. It didn't really work either, so he increased the speed of his frantic strokes, being rather rough with himself, bringing himself to a quick release which at least left his private part limp and his body exhausted. It did not help much to ease his conflicting emotions though. He was still in love, still attacked and still feeling guilty for betraying both his boyfriend's and Stefan’s trust and his own principles. After a lot of turning, he finally fell asleep feeling more like a dirty old man than ever before in his life.
Stefan remained in front of the closed door for quite a while. He listened to the sound of Neil’s steps going down the corridor, up the stairs and then fading away.
He was confused but not as scared as he had imagined he would be in such a situation.
With Kevin’s funny advises he had wondered what he would do should a guy try to kiss him. Of course he had not imagined that it would be Neil but now he felt he did not mind. He still was not sure about his feelings, he just knew that he did not miss his girlfriend, that he liked being around Neil and that he had enjoyed their brief kiss. It had left him with a warm feeling in his stomach and a lump in his throat.
He sighed and walked back over to the bed. He loved staying in Neil’s big flat; somehow it was so cosy, even though it was extremely old-fashioned. Neil loved all of those big fancy antiques, furniture out of dark, polished wood, heavily ornamented; portraits done in oil-paint and faded oriental rugs on the parquet. Stefan loved the feel of the thick, fluffy carpet in the guest room (his room), the smell of lavender and Neil’s aftershave. It was such a big contrast to the flats he had lived in before. The one he had shared with his mother and the one he had shared with his girl friend. Everything had been so feminine. Stefan had been content to just blend in with his surroundings back then but now he was glad that he could withdraw to someplace most unladylike.
After he had switched off the lights he lay awake for a long time, wondering what this kiss had meant and why Neil had kissed him in the first place. He wanted this kiss to have some meaning to it; he wanted it to be more than just some fleeting attraction, which Neil would have forgotten about by tomorrow morning. Ian’s words were echoing through Stefan’s mind once more:
“No matter what you do, do what you make out to be the best for you, not what other people think is best for you. Follow your heart, boy!”
He wished he could just kiss Neil without having to worry about being gay or not.
He did not want to be labelled; he just wanted the freedom to love whom he choose.
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