Extremely important message!

I am currently doing my exams at school. How well I do in these exams will determine what university I get into, if I even get into one. So as you can see I'm really busy trying to pass my exams, so I can go to University. I will definitely update this fanfic because I have the whole story planned out on my laptop. Unfortunately won't be able to update until 19th June 2013. I really hope that you all can wait that long because this story is really going to get interesting because I have 2 original characters that I'm going to introduce as well as the fact that you'll see how Khashoggi and Galileo's relationship impacts all the other characters in the musical.

Please stay with me everyone. I love you all!

Namra aka Nimzie

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P.S. Here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

"What you just sang… do you really feel that way?" Khashoggi was desperate to know what he meant to the young dreamer. "B-Because I meant what I sang…" Khashoggi closed his eyes, afraid that he might have scared Galileo into leaving. Galileo stood rooted to the floor. His eyes were as wide as saucepans and his breathing had become frantic. Apprehensively he turned around to face Khashoggi's back.

"Really?" Galileo's voice was barely a whisper. He scrunched his eyes shut and balled his fists, waiting for Khashoggi to laugh and claim all of this as some cruel joke.

"Every. Single. Word." Khashoggi stood up and punctuated each word with a long stride until he stood right in front of the black haired teen. Galileo gasped, too scared to open his eyes. Khashoggi softly cupped Galileo's face and started to stroke his cheeks. He whispered, "Galileo… Open your eyes." Galileo bit into his lower lip. Khashoggi's desperation was eating him from the inside. "Please!"

"P-Promise me this isn't some j-joke." Galileo's voice was getting quieter as his fear was escalating.

Khashoggi just wanted Galileo to understand that he meant no harm. "I promise Gal…"

"PROVE IT!" Galileo finally opened his eyes.

Khashoggi closed the minimal space between them and placed his lips onto Galileo's. Galileo stood still as a statue, unsure of how to respond. Khashoggi started to move his lips, slowly swiping his tongue on Galileo's lower lip, trying to get some sort of reaction. Galileo automatically parted his lips and let Khashoggi's tongue into his wet cavern. The older man cautiously placed his left hand on Galileo's lower back and pulled him closer, if that was even possible. Galileo gasped and wrapped his arms around the Commander's neck as his knees began to go weak. Their lips moved in perfect sync as he felt Khashoggi's hand leaving his back and hooking under his knees, quickly lifting him from the floor and into Khashoggi's arms. Khashoggi carefully made his way to the bedroom and gently placed Galileo in the middle of the bed. He slowly pulled his lips away from Galileo and looked him straight in the eye.

"I promise Galileo, this never was, is not right now and never will be a joke to me. I never want to see you upset, especially if it's because of me. You mean…" Khashoggi no longer had any control over his emotions.

"Shhh. You t-talk t-too much." Galileo smashed his lips against Khashoggi whilst grabbing the back of Khashoggi's head.

Khashoggi quickly pulled away. "W-Wait! Look this isn't about me getting in your pants, even though a lot of the times it looks like that's the only thing on my mind… I want to make this perfectly clear. I want to get to know you as a person and I want you to know that you can trust me. And… Hopefully one day you'll not get scared when I walk into the room."

Galileo wouldn't have believed him, but Khashoggi's eyes were full of sincerity that Galileo latched on to each and every word. "I t-trust you, m-maybe not c-completely… yet, b-but I do…"

Khashoggi sighed in relief and placed his lips back onto Galileo's plump ones. Galileo's fingers tangled into Khashoggi's hair, tugging gently, making the older man moan. Khashoggi started kissing from the young dreamer's jaw, all the way to his ear.

"You drive me crazy sweetie." Khashoggi whispered into Galileo's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Galileo whimpered, "Why d-did you j-just call me s-sweetie?"

"Because… Whenever I think of you, I get a sugar rush and you also taste like strawberries. By the way, that is now my favourite fruit…" Khashoggi nuzzled the crook of Galileo's neck.

"Oh…" Galileo bit his lower lip as Khashoggi started to suck on his neck, and run his hands up and down his torso, underneath his shirt.

"You don't mind, do you?" Khashoggi looked into Galileo's eyes through hooded lids. Galileo frantically shook his head. Khashoggi grinned. "Good… You have way too many clothes on!" Khashoggi growled and started pulling Galileo's shirt over his head. Galileo lifted his arms and Khashoggi quickly slipped the shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. The towel wrapped around Khashoggi's waist suddenly fell off, revealing a small pair of black boxer briefs.

Galileo's eyes grew wide. "You h-had your b-boxers on t-the wh-whole t-time?"

"Well yeah… I didn't want to scare you if the towel fell off earlier today…" Khashoggi shrugged, leaving feather light kisses across Galileo's shoulder, moving down his chest, nipping his skin, as he went lower down Galileo's torso.

"Shoggi…" Galileo let out a quiet moan.

"Only you're allowed to call me that." Khashoggi kissed just above the waistband of Galileo's boxers, swiftly pulling off his sweatpants, and dragging the boxers down with his teeth.

"Oh shit…"