Pattycake

Pattycake, by mattbuck Part 4 of 4

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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.

We cleared security remarkably quickly (we were even asked "Do you have anything to declare?" to which Danny answered "Um... I have carpetburn?" earning him a withering stare from the guard) and headed out into the concourse. Seven am, and already the sun was shining outside, in the concrete jungle of England's green and pleasant land. I fucking hate London. Still, Danny seemed happy to be there, and who was I to argue?

"The guys said they'd meet me at the entrance of the short-stay, come on."

We nearly got out without incident. Nearly. We were within a few yards of the doors when I heard a voice from behind,

"Excuse me, are you Danny Jones?"

Does he get this everywhere?

"Yup, that's me." He replied, turning to face the girl. She must have been about eighteen, and not exactly unattractive. "Hug, photo or autograph?"

"Um... can I get a photo?" She held out one of those crappy disposable cameras you can buy for a fiver or something. Why can't people actually invest in a decent camera?

"Want me to take it?" I asked. She handed me the camera. "I'm Matt by the way."

"He's my boyfriend." Boyfriend? The look on her face was priceless shock, though.

"Uh... I'm Nicola." Danny wrapped his arm around her, and laughed,

"Say cheese!"

We walked towards the carpark, pulling our bags behind us (whoever thought of putting wheels on suitcases deserves a medal).

"Boyfriend?" I asked.

"Well you are, aren't you?"

I kissed him on the cheek. "I can get used to it. At least," I yawned, "after I sleep on it."

"Oi! Danny!" A shout from the right - I looked over and saw Tom running towards us, away from (presumably his) blue mini where I could see Harry and Dougie sitting on the bonnet.

"Welcome home mate," he said, pulling Danny into a hug.

"Hey Tom." Danny gasped, his breath squeezed out from Tom's bearhug. "Good to be back."

"And, who are you then?" Tom asked, turning to me, smiling and offering his hand. I shook it,

"I'm Matt. We met..."

"He's my boyfriend," Danny smirked. Hmm... he has rather a thing about that.

Tom led us back to his car and dumped our bags in the boot. It was kind of embarrassing being introduced as "Danny's boyfriend, Matt", but since no one seemed to mind... Anyway, I ended up squashed in the back seat between Dougie and Danny.

"You're not another stray are you? Danny brought home a lost cat a few weeks ago."

Thanks Dougie.

"Okay guys, I'm off to bed. You got everything you need from your room?"

I felt myself turn crimson, but Danny seemed unaffected, replying without any hesitation.

"Okay then, goodnight." And with that, Patty disappeared. The house... and her bed... were ours.

"I still can't believe we're doing this."

He smiled at me, stroking a solitary finger over my cheek. I loved how he made me feel, and it's indescribable. People may make comparisons with a girl on her first prom night, but... no. Unless you experience it for yourself, you can never know quite how it feels. And... well, very few will ever experience it with Danny.

"You're not nervous are you?"

"I've never tried to satisfy a horny popstar before."

His finger traced over my lips, almost allowing me a taste.

"Well, maybe you should just try, because this popstar is very horny."

I rolled over onto him, and kissed him softly on the lips, my hands running over his chest, covered by a tight black t-shirt.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

I resisted the temptation to just fuck him where he sat, and got up. We walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I just gazed at the bed for a moment, dare I say a date with Destiny? Date with Danny.

"What's this?" Danny was holding up a brown-paper package, with our names on it. He opened it, and emptied the contents onto the bed. A piece of paper fluttered out, slowly spiralling down before he plucked it from midair. He looked at both sides.

"'Matt and Danny - have fun. Love, Patty.' Okay then..."

I looked at the collection of items on the bed.

"Lube... some fluffy handcuffs... and a vibrating dildo. Hmm... weren't these cuffs in a photoshoot sometime?"

"Don't ask me mate, I only joined the site for the gunge. But..." He whispered, wrapping his arms around me, "I think we can put the lube to good use."

His fingers found the buttons on my shirt, slipping inside to tweak my nipples. The warmth of his body pressed against my back... My shirt slipped off my shoulders, and I turned in his arms to kiss him again, once more tasting... well... probably dinner too, but... oh, you know what I mean. My hands started slipping down his back, moving over his belt, finally resting on that arse I'd watched for so long. I squeezed gently, pulling him against me, grinding, loving the friction. Our lips separated briefly to allow him to pull his t-shirt over his head, leaving us both topless once more. Not that I was going to complain. After all, this time I actually got to have a proper look. Well, in a minute.

Danny apparently decided that since I had his arse, it was only fair that I had the rest of him as well, so he jumped, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my shoulders. We staggered backwards, until my legs came against the bed, causing me to fall over backwards onto it, Danny still on top of me. To be honest... I kind of liked it that way. My hands found his fly, pulling it down, and reaching in to finally grasp his cock, albeit through boxers. He smiled wickedly at me, bending down to lick at my nipples. A shiver ran down my spine at his touch. The fact that the sexiest boy in... oh god...

He licked his way down the centre of my chest, reaching my trousers, and pulling them and my boxers down together. His warm breath against me... he dragged his tongue over the head of my cock... oh fuck... my hands gripped at the bed, wanting him...

"Am I allowed to cum now, or do I have to wait?" I groaned.

He looked up, grinning.

"Only if you can have a second cum tonight in my arse."

"God, yes. I'd love to."

"Then I'd love you to cum... In a minute."

I growled in frustration, he was too fucking good at this. I had a week's worth of cum generated by being around the most fanciable guy in pop, and I needed to release it... all over his face would be good, so I could kiss it off. Over his chest maybe, pooled in his belly button...

Danny was standing now, getting rid of his shoes, then undoing his jeans and pushing them down. I laughed quietly - his cock was just peeking out the leg of his (striped) boxers. He adjusted it quickly when he noticed it, so it was tenting the front of his boxers obscenely. He looked down at me,

"Want to suck it?"

I just nodded. He grinned, and sank to his knees, his arse towards me. That wasn't what I wanted, dammit. Well, it was... But... goddammit Danny.

His hand touched my cock. I gasped as he rubbed his thumb over the head, slick with precum. His arse wiggled invitingly, and I reached out a hand to stroke it. So warm, soft... inviting. I slid a hand up the leg of his boxers as he started gently stroking my cock up and down, now pushed through the flies on his boxers. Strange, but... fuck I wanted to cum. I squeezed his cheek, my fingers starting moving into his crack. A few hairs... There. I'd touched it. I slowly pushed in my index finger, feeling the warmth... forbidden fruit. Danny was... fuck... soon...

"Danny..." I groaned as I finally came after a week of frustration. It was all so good - in bed with Danny Jones, with an open invitation to take his arse, and taste... oh yes, taste...

"Mmm, a lot of cum there." What a voice to come back to.

He gently removed my finger from his ass, and I absently sucked it as he stood above me, his boxers slipping down his legs, leaving him only in a pair of black socks. Kneeling back down, facing me, I saw all my cum was splattered on his cock and his few pubes (there was a nice small treasure trail going up to his belly button). He stroked himself, spreading the cum all over, then offering me his hand to clean. I eagerly sucked each finger in turn, not caring that it was my cum, only caring that I was with him.

I loved the way he smiled down at me, loved everything he did... wanted him so badly... and that arse...

"Now... what can I do to make you horny again? How about I start like this..." He kissed me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth, searching for any leftover cum. "Then, do this..." His lips moved lower, down my chin, to the side of my neck... "Or maybe not." He smiled. "Maybe we should just get you naked."

I nodded mutely as he got up and moved to the end of the bed, undoing my laces and pulling off my shoes. He started massaging my sock-clad feet. I don't know where he learnt that, but... ohhh yeah. He pulled my trousers off, then pulled my socks off with his teeth, obviously not caring about any smell as he started sucking on my toes, one after another. Oh, he was gooood. His eyes caught mine.

"Want to try?"

We moved on the bed so that Danny was leaning against the headboard, and I was on all fours in front of his feet. Normally, I'd never have even thought of doing this, but at the moment... it seemed right. I tentatively ran my hands over his feet, one on top, one on the sole. I thought about trying to take off his socks with my teeth, but... it would take too long. I just pulled them off quickly with my hands, and started giving him a tonguebath. Tasted crap, but sexy anyway, and it was definitely making me horny. I wanted more. Wanted that arse. I ran my tongue over his ankle and up his leg until I was licking between his legs. He smiled.

"Ready for the arse of your life?"

"Oh yeah."

"Then lube us up, cap'n."

He tossed me the tube of lube (heh), and got down on hands and knees, presenting me with his perfect arse. I couldn't wait to fuck it, but first, I had to kiss it, just because... I could. One hand on each cheek, gently separate... he was bound to be able to feel my breath by now, but he didn't seem worried. Slowly, I stuck out my tongue, touching the warm flesh, felt it reflexively tighten. My lips touched it. Heh. Kissing Danny Jones's arse... fucking ace. I spat onto it, and used the bit of saliva as lubricant for first one finger then another. He moaned slightly, encouraging me. I squeezed a dollop of lube onto my fingers, and started rubbing the cool gel into his asshole, my other hand gently caressing him. I pushed a third finger into his ass, and moved them all in and out a few times, getting him used to the invasion. Finally I rubbed my slick hands over my cock, and scraped whatever was left off onto a towel. I was ready.

But no. Not like this.

"Roll over, sexy." I couldn't fuck him without seeing his face.

"What?" he asked as he lay on his back, "Don't like my back?"

"Nah, just need something ugly to look at so I don't cum too quickly. You ready?"

He grinned as I placed my cock at his entrance, but that quickly changed to a grimace as I pushed in. He took a few deep breaths as I slowly buried myself in him, the grimace slowly disappearing as he got used to the idea. I wasn't too surprised by it - he was lovely and tight, gripping my cock as if trying to pull it off. Oh this was an arse to savour. And on a great body.... Mummy, can I have a big mural of a naked Danny on my ceiling?

A buzz - Danny had that vibrating dildo in his hand, and was slowly circling it around his nipples. I took this as an invitation to start properly fucking him. God he was tight, and so fucking sexy. His cock was dripping precum, and still sticky from my cum. God I wished I could suck it, but... a promise is a promise, and I'm not double jointed.

We dropped into a rhythm for a while, grunting and groaning in time to the beat. A thread of drool dropped from my lips to his cockhead. A smile. He ran the vibrator over the head of his cock, his groans intensifying, making the head of the dildo glisten with precum, then ran it over my lips. I sucked the head into my mouth, doing to it as I would have done to Danny if I could reach. Rubber doesn't really taste good, but...

I leant forward, moving us closer. Danny removed the saliva slicked dildo from my mouth and returned it to his nipples as our lips met.

A kiss: a lifetime of sensation, bliss.

Parting: a whisper.

"Getting close."

I nodded, determined to give him the best orgasm I could. Someone that sexy and loving deserved it. Longer strokes, almost pulling out. I moved one hand from his perfect arse to rub his sticky cock, pulling back the foreskin. He ran the vibrator lightly around it, shaking in pleasure. I was so close, just needed... just needed... oh, fuck that. Fuck that arse... oh fuck yeah...

"Danny babe... coming for you."

One final thrust into his arse, and I came, my hand pumping his cock. Through half-lidded eyes, I could just see Danny throw his head back as his cock spurted glorious cum all over his flat stomach. I lay back, my chest heaving, a sheen of sweat over my body, still in the moment... god that was good.

"Was it good for you too?"

I grinned at the question. He knew... I crawled over to him. He was grinning, again his body covered in sweat, and a trail of cum over his chest. I licked it up, tasting fresh popstar. Delicious. Our lips met, and I passed a load of sweet cum to him, swallowing my own.

Later, when we'd crawled under the covers, still naked, I just watched him as he slept. So peaceful and beautiful. And he was mine.

"I love you Danny," I whispered.

A murmur. Was it? Did he?

Thankyou Danny.

We'd pulled up at a fairly nondescript house, unloaded our bags and gone in. I'd only ever watched that "At Home With McFly" video (was that what it was called?) once, but I did recognise the lounge, even if it did have more pizza boxes than in the video. Or did it? I never paid too much attention, was too busy noticing how hot Tom, Danny and Dougie were topless. They're even hotter in the flesh, I promise you. After all, there was that really hot week in July... I'm not sure I saw anyone wearing a shirt that whole week. And of course, the fun I had with Danny afterwards... think of it along the lines of why curry's good for you.

"And welcome to Chez McFly" Tom laughed

"Nice place."

Danny shoved past us both, on his way up the stairs, whooping for no apparent reason. Still... nice looking up at his retreating arse. Dougie and Harry had gone into what I assumed was the lounge, leaving me with Tom in the hall.

"It was nice and quiet until Danny came back, too." Tom said wistfully.

I'd have laughed, but I was too busy yawning.

"Sorry - been a long day."

"Where you sleeping?"

"Danny never said..."

Tom gave a quick snort of laughter.

"Typical. You really want to be with that clot?"

I smiled slightly. "Definitely."

He smiled back. "You can have my room for a few hours - go up the stairs, and keep going up. Bathroom's first floor on your right."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

A knocking on the door woke me that morning, a voice through the door:

"Matt, Danny, time wake up!" So sing-song. Delightful delicious Patty... I shifted slightly, noticing for the first time the arm draped across my stomach. The gentle sound of rhythmic breathing. The warmth of... fuck last night had been good.

"Come on..."

Why? What was it we had... oh... morning... plane... yeah, plane home. That meant... aw crap...

I rolled over, letting the arm fall slightly, coming to rest... well.... A kiss on his lips, the gentlest of rubs to wake him. A stir, a twitch, and his hand... if he was dreaming...

Tricky bastard.

I stroked a finger along the line of his jaw, whispering softly,

"And how long have you been awake?"

A grin.

"Long enough to be horny again." His fingers grazed over the head of my cock.

"Long enough to have heard Patty?"

He just grinned.

"Long enough."

"Hello? You guys awake yet?"

"Yeah, we're here Patty, be up soon."

A giggle from the other side of the door. She was up to something...

"I'll be waiting."

I started getting out of bed, even if it did remove that warm hand from me. I turned round, saw that my departure had pulled the sheet down, exposing Danny's back totally, and concealing but not hiding the beautiful shape of his ass. He saw where my eyes were taking me, and gleefully smacked his hand against that cloth- covered arse. I couldn't help but laugh. Anyway, getting up... now... where were our clothes... where WERE our clothes?

Not in the room where we'd left them.

Patty.

Damn her, damn her, damn her. Still... I spotted her near-transparent blue bathrobe, and pulled it on. It barely covered my crotch, but it was better than nothing.

"Think she got us." Was all I could really say. Danny rose, naked, from the bed, his cock confirming what he'd said about being horny. Oh he looked good, and he fucking knew it. He was swaggering around the bed, swinging his hips until he was stood in front of me. A moment of indecision, then I found our lips pressed together again, his body flush against mine, grinding...

Another loud knock on the door.

"You've got to come out sometime..."

"Can't you go get some clothes for me?" Danny pleaded.

"I could... but I'm not going to. We're going together."

His hands moved to my shoulders, and slowly slid the robe off.

"Then we both go naked." His lips met mine again as I murmured my agreement, his hands running down over my back...

We had to go. Hope nobody saw us... or hope they did. Would it really hurt me if...

We moved over to the door, Danny opening it just enough to slip out, but not actually going. I ran a finger up his leg before delivering a sharp smack to his arse, loving the sound. He turned and grinned, before slipping out the door. I followed, and we were about five paces from the door to our bedroom when Patty appeared in the arch into the lounge, straight in front of us, laughing at our plight. Discovered, fuck... or fuck yeah. I grabbed Danny's hips, pulling him against me, my cock sitting nicely in his ass crack as I pretended to fuck him. Danny's hands found his cock, rubbing it and making orgasmic faces, before we all burst into fits of laughter, me and Danny running to the bedroom and collapsing into a passionate kiss on my bed.

We'd left Patty's house for the last time with a few things we hadn't arrived with - Patty had gifted us all the toys she'd left us the previous night, as well as uncut copies of all the photos taken while we'd been there, including a few we'd been allowed to take ourselves. As I lay back in Tom's bed, I just thanked my lucky stars that I'd been given this chance, this... godsend? A chance to fulfil my fantasies, and meet a beautiful girl who liked covering herself in gunge. Then of course there was Danny.

There was a click, then a creak. Someone in the room with me. I rolled over. Danny. He was still dressed, but started stripping as he sat on the edge of the bed, until finally he only had his jewellery left. He slipped into bed next to me, pulling some of the covers away from me. I rolled back in silent protest, grinning as he pressed his body against mine once more, his chest against my back. I yawned again - it was three am by now in America, here it was eight... fuck that, I needed sleep. I snuggled down, content in his warmth.

"Did you mean it last night?"

God Danny...

"What?"

He almost stuttered, answering:

"Well... last night... I don't know, but... I heard you say you love me."

I took a few seconds, but... "I do."

An exhalation, I could almost HEAR his smile.

"Good. I... think I love you too."

I rolled back over again, nuzzling into the nape of his neck.

"Mmm... thankyou. Tonight... your bed?"

"Definitely."

His arm wrapped around me, and I fell asleep, my head resting on his chest.

Thankyou Patty, thankyou.