My eyes flicked open, not knowing quite what'd woken me. Tay was lying right behind me, his arm draped over my chest, soft dick just slightly trapped between my bum cheeks.

There was a second knock at the door. Now I know what'd woken me. I dragged my left arm from under my side, one of the buttons of my watch scraping painfully over my skin. I blinked hard a couple of times, trying to bring the digits of my watch into focus (difficult at the best of times as the battery should've been changed months ago). "Oh shit!" I leapt out of bed. "Tay!.... TAYLOR!"

"Mmmmph... Lemme sleep..."

"TAY! GET UP RIGHT NOW!"

"Wossamatter? Come back to bed....."

"IT'S QUARTER TO ELEVEN, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

Tay just grinned back at me. "Yeah, nice try..."

"I'm not joking! Someone's at the door!"

He looked at me, still slightly skeptical, but when he didn't see even a glimmer of a smile on my face, he soon became as panicked as me. He leapt off the bed and frantically looked for his clothes. Even with all this going on, I still couldn't help admiring his body...

Tay legged it out of the bedroom as naked as the day he was born.

"Argh, shit! I forgot! They're still covered with ice cream!" Now it was my turn to panic. I raced out after him, spotting the pile of ex-white t-shirts and shorts in a vaguely pink-coloured puddle on the mosaic floor. Tay picked up his tank top with a squelch and looked at me.

"No way can we wear these..."

Glancing round, my eyes spotted a pair of bath robes hanging up next to the shower.

"This is no time to go releave yourself," Tay shouted after me.

"I'm not. Here - catch!"

"Oh thank God..."

I quickly picked up the congealed mass of clothes from by Tays feet, motioning for him to answer the door.

"Oh, good mor... OH MY GOD!!" Here goes.... "It's Taylor!!"

"You really do spout some shit you know, Rachel...." said a disbeliving voice from down the corridor. I heard footsteps approaching and the voice got louder. "I mean, first you say you think you saw him in the park yesterday and now you reckon he's in the hotel. As if he'd come all the way here. It's probably some toffy-nosed snob from JCB agai.... OH MY GOD!!!"

"Hi there, girls," said Tay in his best 'I'm a sex god and I know it' voice. "What's up?"

"Oh, er, hi... I'm Jayne and this is my friend Rachel. We're your biggest fans!" Tay leant back and peeped round the door, pulling a dispairing face at me. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing.

"So, what can I do for you, ladies?"

"Well, ermm, are you ready to leave your room? We're due to tidy it at eleven. OW!" Jayne kicked Rachel in the leg to stop her from distroying what could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for them both.

"Heh... What Rachel meant to say was 'is it OK if we come in and do the rounds'? You wouldn't mind, would you?" she said, fluttering her eyelids in an attempt to appeal to Taylor. This had less than the desired effect as, if you were being flattering, Jayne could best be discribed as a hippopotamus. And in all likelyhood the arse-end thereof.

Tay looked at me again and said to them "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. Dean, come over here a sec, would ya?" Not hearing any movement, he leant back round the door. I could do nothing but mouth "NONONONONONO!" at a very rapid rate of knots. Tay grinned a shit- eating grin at me and grabbed my wrist, pulling be into view of the girls.

"Rachel, Jayne, I'd like you to meet Dean. He's a good friend of mine, and has been showing me round the park..."

"Hi..." I said. There eyes didn't move from taylor. Not even an inch. Not that I couldn't blame them, of course - mine soon focused on him also...

Noticing this, Tay changed his tone to a more scolding one. "As I said, Dean's a good friend of mine. A VERY good friend. And now if you'd excuse me, we're a bit busy at the moment!" So saying, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him, kissing me violently on the lips. With his free hand, he slammed the door in their faces.

He gently broke the kiss and grinned at me. "Risky, I know, but it sure as hell'll get rid of them!"

I was a bit shocked to say the least. "Tay, they might tell someone..."

"And what if they did - no-one in their right mind'd believe Ren and Stimpy there..."

He was right, of course. Who (apart from those in the Hanson-bashing fraternity) would believe that Taylor Hanson, lead vocalist and general lust object to millions the world over, was kissing a Derbyshire lad in a hotel in the middle of England? I did feel flattered, however, that he gave a full and open display of his love for me to the general public. All two of them...


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