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You get excited, too	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 846 -:- 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-You get excited, too
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Neil had barely stepped through the door of his hotel room when the mobile in the back pocket of his jeans began to beep. He had switched it to the discreet modus in the car on their way back from the venue but he always forgot that he had chosen the vibrating alarm as well, so it usually gave him a bit of a start. This time it literally made him jump and he let go of the door knob so that the door fell shut behind him with rather loud bang. He sighed and reached for his phone and, while kicking of his shoes, crossed the room over to the windows. The sky outside still had this amazing dark indigo kind of colour that it only ever had on a hot summer night somewhere south. He peeked through a gap in the drawn curtains. A group of fans quite effectively blocked the entrance. There was no chance of getting out of here unnoticed. Neil sighed again and wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. He would have like to go for a bit of walk after this long day of waiting and sound checking and performing in the humid heat of a summer that promised to be the second summer of the century in only six years. He felt a bit on edge; exhausted and drained from the heat, but at least equally if not more exhilarated and restless. He stepped away from the window and tuned his attention to the mobile. The message he had received was from his boyfriend Stefan. Seeing the name of the boy flash up on the tiny screen made him smile and he eagerly pressed the buttons on the display to finally read it.
He frowned slightly at the simple question and wondered why on earth Stefan had asked this of all possible questions. The boy did not want to know how the concert had been or how hot it was in Spain or even if there had been any cute guys in the first row. No, his question was much more trivial than any of those. The message from London simply read:
“Did you have a shower yet?”
Slightly irritated, Neil typed back:
“No, just got back to the hotel. Why?”
He placed the mobile on a little table next to the bed and sat down. Should he order some red wine from the room service? He couldn’t really make his mind up but decided against it in the end. If he was still running on nervous energy and adrenaline after the shower he would go down and have a glass at the bar, hopefully meeting one of the dancers or singers or even Chris for a late night chat.
After two minutes or so, his phone beeped again and nearly bounced off the table as the vibrations made it move and slide on the smooth surface. Neil managed to grab it in time and arched an eyebrow at his boyfriend’s reply.
“Sweat-through jeans and shirt? Not good! Do you have your laptop with you? If so, switch it on and start the messenger. I’m bored but first go and have a shower. See you!”
The message ended with a cheeky smiley and Neil felt a little like he had just missed the punch line of a joke. Nevertheless he found himself typing back just one word: “Ok.”
Then he put the mobile down again and picked up the receiver of the ordinary phone on his bedside table. This time he ordered the red wine and left instructions to simply place the bottle on the table should he be in the bathroom when it arrived. Then he sat up his laptop. He had to wait for a moment for the Bluetooth connection to sort itself out but once it had established itself it seemed stable enough. He opened the messenger but Stefan wasn’t online yet. He shook his head, feeling a little bemused. The little text box on the screen remained blank for another half minute so he began to undress and went over to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He took a fairly cold shower and felt refreshed and even more restless than before when he stepped out of the cabin and dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his hips, in case he had the misfortune to run into the person delivering the wine but when he opened the door again he saw that the bottle and a glass had already been placed on the table. He put on boxers and a fresh T-Shirt. He just could not stand the idea of sitting at the desk chatting to his boyfriend wearing only underpants. It just felt too cliché, too desperate in a way.
He poured himself a glass of wine and sat down at the desk. This time a message awaited him and flashed on the screen, seemingly impatiently.
He read: “Have you showered yet? Good old guy! Y’know I like my guys clean.
Even when they are so far away!”
Neil chuckled and typed back: “Had a nice cold shower. Now I’m sitting here with a glass of wine and wonder what you are up to. You almost sound like my mum, when she was making sure we all had our teeth brushed before we went to bed when I was about 5 years old.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve no inclination of develop motherly feeling towards you,” came the retort. “Knowing you, you dressed again. As it’ is way too warm for the provided dressing gown, I’d say you are in boxers and a shirt. Am I right?”
Neil sipped his wine for a moment and scratched his head. This was getting funny.
“Yes, you are right,” he answered simply. “Why are you so interested in the state of my daily hygiene and level of undress?” He chose the words deliberately to sound slightly annoyed and sophisticated.
“I just don’t want to picture you all sweaty. Like I said, I like you clean and a bit uptight. It’s so British and it’s so you and that’s sexy.”
Reading the end of the sentence made Neil nearly splutter his mouthful of wine over the keyboard. He wiped some stray drops from his chin and didn’t quite know whether to feel charmed or exasperated.
He found himself typing the words: “I’m not uptight,” and even as he hit the enter key, thought that it sounded far too much like a weak justification.
Another smiley came back, followed by a longer bit of text.
“But you are! You don’t even like to have people around in the bathroom when you’re brushing your teeth!” Neil could almost hear his boyfriend giggle as he said that but he read on. “But it’s so typical of you to miss the important bit and continue to discuss such minor part of the point I made. To make it clear: the important bit was that you’re sexy.”
Neil felt a bit of a blush creeping into his cheeks but maybe that was only due to the empty wine glass next to him.
“You’re far sexier, love. But nice try on flattery anyway,” he wrote back.
“Why do you think so?” Stefan questioned him almost immediately. “I want reasons. I’m too skinny, I don’t have hair on my chest and my thingy is tiny. You’ve got strong legs and a firm bum, a nice chest and at least something to rise when you’re hot for me.”
This did make Neil blush but if he was being totally truthful he would have to admit that Stefan’s odd comments sent quite a shiver down his spine.
“You’re young and lean and cute and your skin is as soft as a peach and I don’t give much of a damn about size and you know that,” he started to reply. God, even in writing he sounded as breathless as he was beginning to fee!
“You’ve got the cutest smile ever and I just love your eyes. The way you move is sexy. All of you is sexy.”
“Charmer!” Stefan sent back with another smiley. “Did I tell you that I’m sitting on your big bed with my laptop, wearing nothing?”
Neil swallowed hard, feeling his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He closed his eyes briefly. Jesus, that image wouldn’t leave him alone. Stefan, pale and skinny and naked stretched out on his bed, typing cheeky things and no doubt grinning like a cat who just stole the milk.
“No, you didn’t,” he answered truthfully. “You’re such a tease!” Since when are you so naughty?”
“Naughty? Maybe I’m just missing headmaster Tennant to remind me I’m just a humble little boy.”
Neil had to laugh. He was halfway through his second glass of wine and already felt a little tipsy, plus he was all flushed and obviously a little turned on. Better to enjoy Stefan’s little game than to get all wound up about it.
“Just a humble little boy? That’s quite an understatement! Are you trying to talk dirty to me? Do you want to wank and spoil the nice bed sheets?”
“I never wank alone,” came the matter-of-factly reply. Neil laughed again. It was just so Stefan.
“But I like the idea of getting you turned on, sitting there in your hotel room. Do you already feel like your boxers are getting a bit too tight for comfort?”
“Yes!” Neil wrote back and – Hell! – it was true.
“Don’t do anything about it yet,” Stefan instructed him. “Tell me what you like about my dick.”
Without much thinking, Neil began to type.
“I like the feel of it in my mouth,” he wrote. “The way I can swallow it without gagging.
I like… God, I like the way you get rock hard before coming and how your sperm spills down my throat. All hot and sticky. I like the taste of it. I like the way you squirm when you come and the way your cheeks get all flushed and the funny little noises you make when you don’t mumble nonsense in German.”
“Woah, that’s quite a statement! Pervy old queen! Stefan replied. “Hmm, let me think.
I like the way you press your body against mine when we’re in bed together, letting me feel how you get hard against my thigh. I like it when you get a little impatient and turn me around or guide my hand down to make me touch your erection. I like it that you always try not to make so much noise and bite your lip when you’re close to coming.
I like to lick your belly and your shaft and your balls so that they are all nicely clean afterwards.”
Neil had difficulties concentrating on Stefan’s words. The images of the boy’s cock in his mouth or the boy’s hands wrapped around his own erection were more than a little distracting.
“Fully hard now?” the question flashed up against the white background and made his head spin slightly.
“Almost,” he typed, shifting in his seat to be able to spread his legs apart a little.
“When picture me kneeling between your legs underneath the desk, banging my head and getting down on you, will you?” The boy suggested and Neil could easily picture both his huge boyish grin sitting on the bed at home and the way he would look at him before kneeling down. It made him groan and his hard on twitched notably in his pants, begging for attention.
“I do,” he answered. “And it’s sexy as hell but I wouldn’t mind you propped up against the wall of the shower cabin with the cool water running and me kneeling in front of you. Licking and kissing and teasing you until you order me to finish you off. I would like to feel you, run my hands over your legs and your thighs and your bum and feel you tense and shake.”
“I think I have to keep some of the things you said in mind to re-enact when you’re back here,” Stefan answered. “It sounds all very promising! Do you want to touch yourself? I mean, badly?” He asked.
Neil leaned back against the rest and suppressed a moan. He really wanted to do something about the way his erection almost painfully pressed against its confinement. Now. He guessed that meant he wanted it badly.
“I wish you were here,” he replied. “I wish you could help. But yes, I do. Want to finish. Badly.”
“I knew you would,” Stefan retorted. “Where will you be tomorrow?
“Still in Spain, Valencia,” Neil told him. “Why?”
“Then do the same tomorrow night when you return to the hotel. Set up the laptop and get ready to chat. Now log off and finish for me. Go slow; I want to hear all about it tomorrow night. Do you promise to tell me exactly how you touched yourself? I think it’ll make for a nice good night story for a lonely boy.”
Neil shifted in his seat again. It was getting rather uncomfortable. He took a few deep breaths to calm down a little. He’d only feel like a total fool if he came right here, in his pants and in front of his laptop.
“Okay, I promise. I will give you the full Monty. Cheeky little Kraut. Love you. Miss you.”
“Love and miss you, too, Tigger. Now go and have fun. Sweet dreams and talk to you again tomorrow.”
“Good night,” Neil typed, when cut the connection and switched everything off. He waited for a moment until the screen went black and he could shut the laptop. He stared into space for a second, then took a last sip of his wine and grinned.
He would have some sweet dreams alright!
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