Usual disclaiming sort of stuff, I don't know McFly, I don't know their sexualities, this story is not in any way based on real life events. Oh, and it contains gay sex, so please make sure you're 18.
As Dougie lay in the beans, his thoughts returned to Danny, thinking through his latest fantasy. It was morning, the sunlight streaming in through the gauzy curtains of his bedroom window, landing on the two naked bodies in the bed. Dougie was covered below the waist only, and even then the thin sheets not leaving much to the imagination. He looked to his left, squinting against the sun, looking up at the face haloed by the morning sunlight.
"Morning cutie." Danny said. Dougie almost melted at that gorgeous voice telling him how hot he was. His bedmate had the sheets up to his chest as he lay on his side, exposing so little, but still incredibly sexy. It was the voice, Dougie decided, that turned him on most – there was just something about it that made him feel like he was turning into hot butter. Danny reached out an arm and shook him.
"What, nothing to say to your lover?"
Dougie just stared, only one thought on his mind.
"God you're hot."
Danny grinned widely, leaning in until his face was an inch from Dougie's.
"Not as hot as you."
Their lips met softly as Danny shifted until he was half on top of his lover, his warm body feeling so good pressed against Dougie, who could scarcely think of anything but those sensuous lips on his. Lips he'd wanted for ages to taste... well... actually he'd wanted to taste every part of Danny for ages, the lips just happened to be what he saw most. Not that he hadn't seen other bits before. After all, he'd watched Danny dance in lacy panties sent to them by fans (well, he'd joined in actually, but that wasn't the point), and a few weeks ago he'd accidentally walked in on him in the shower – he hadn't seen much to be honest, and he'd thought Danny hadn't noticed it until it was mentioned in an interview. He could feel the hot flush of embarrassment returning to his cheeks even now as he thought of it.
Danny pulled back so he could get the sheet put from between them, before snuggling back down beside Dougie, nuzzling into his neck, his hand absently rubbing Dougie's nipple.
"You horny this morning?" He asked quietly. "'Cause I am." He ran his hand down Dougie's side, until he reached his hips, before turning inward, feeling the coarse hair of his pubes, further still, taking Dougie's hardening cock in his hand, squeezing gently. Dougie turned his head to face Danny.
"I am now." He whispered, their lips meeting again.
"Hey, Dougie!"
What? How could Danny yell while kissing him?
"Oi, dreamboy."
Back to reality (dammit).
"What'cha up to?"
Dougie opened his eyes and looked over at Danny, who was standing admiring the stack of empty baked bean tins. His dream lover was wearing just a black t-shirt and boxer shorts. Sitting up, he replied, sarcasm dripping from his every word,
"What does it look like, Danny?" He hated even Danny interrupting his fantasies.
"You know," Danny replied light-heartedly, "if I didn't know you better I'd say you didn't want me in here." Dougie couldn't help but feel slightly less frosty towards his friend when that accent was so very very sexy... Danny shut the door. Odd.
"But hey," he continued, pulling off his T-shirt, "I'm your friend - I do know better!" With that, he climbed into the tub at the opposite end from Dougie, his feet just inches from Dougie's naked cock.
"Heh, this is kinda cool. But anyway, what were you doing?"
Dougie couldn't really decide how he should feel about all this – on the one hand, he was sharing a bath with Danny. That was a good thing. On the downside, he was naked and Danny wasn't – he felt a little embarrassed, even under the beans. Bad thing. The fact that Danny had found his secret fantasy wasn't great, but he didn't seem to mind it, and in fact looked to be quite enjoying it. Indeterminate. Hmm, wasn't there something he was meant to be doing? Oh yeah.
"Just dreaming."
Danny smiled and settled an inch lower into the beans, nearly at his nipples, but Dougie realised something else - with each inch lower Danny's body went, so his foot moved an inch closer to Dougie's unclothed crotch. He could feel the movement in the beans as it came closer, closer. He had to move, but his back was already against the end of bath. No way out. No way out...
There it was, the touch he'd wanted for years yet been so scared of - Danny's toes touching his ball-sac, exploring the soft skin ridges. Danny's eyes were closed, he could see, his arms along the sides of the tub. Had he not even noticed? Dougie felt vaguely insulted. He coughed.
"Uh, Danny... your foot?"
Danny snapped back to attentiveness, locking his gaze on Dougie.
"Oh, I didn't realise this was a nude thing. Sorry." He drew his legs up, and put his hands under the goop, shifting slightly, then Dougie saw the boxers briefly come above the surface before they were drawn down his calves, brought to the surface again, and chucked out of the tub.
"Better?"
Danny extended his legs again, Dougie felt the foot find his sack again. Surely that couldn't be accidental. Not a second time. Maybe he should test it. But what if it was accidental? He'd known Danny do this sort of playing before, not to this level, admittedly, but the doubt was there. What if by doing this he'd screw up his friendship with Danny? His career, his LIFE could be over. But what if it wasn't just play? It could be all his dreams come true. Maybe more than that. But was it worth the risk? More to the point, could he really continue to live like this, wanting one of his best friends so badly that every moment around him was torture? He remembered some advice his father had given him once – always be yourself. He wanted Danny - that was who he was. No, he had to find out. But what if? No. It was now or never. Danny had come this far towards him, now he had to take the final steps to meet him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he extended his foot towards Danny, his heart thumping in his chest. He hadn't been so nervous since his first ever gig. He'd been so scared of screwing up, of ruining the performance for everyone...
He was out on stage, the crowd cheering. He shared an anxious glance with Danny – the fear obvious even in the McFly jester's eyes. He concentrated on putting one foot in front of the next – his guitar seeming so far away suddenly. He felt as if he could feel the entire crowd staring directly at HIM. He was suddenly nauseous. Finally, he reached his position. He picked up his guitar, fumbling with the strap. Images of impending doom flashed through his head. No! This was going to be fine. A quick check of his mic, and he was a ready as he'd ever be. This is it, he thought to himself.
Tom gave a finger by finger countdown. Three. He cleared his throat. Two. He moved his trembling fingers to their starting positions. One. Now or never. Zero.
His foot made contact with Danny's soft flesh.
Harry struck up the beat on the drums, only a second now...
He let his toes wander a bit, seemingly unnoticed. Up a bit.
His first ever chord at a gig, the crowd disappeared. He let the music take him away, safe from failure, safe in its embrace, where he could do no wrong. He was back in the studio, just another session.
He made contact with the base of Danny's hard cock. Surely he had to have noticed that.
The music flowed from his guitar flawlessly, a taste of perfection. He sang better than he'd ever done before, all nervousness gone. This wasn't scary, this fucking rocked.
Rubbing Danny's cock now, he looked up. Danny met his eyes, grinning slightly.
The end of the first song, the crowd went wild. Dougie was elated. He's never felt such a rush before. Danny turned to face him, grinning widely. Dougie grinned back.
"What took you so long?" Danny asked.
Yes.
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