The Nurse, by mattbuck Part 5
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Special thanks to Ed and PoynterJones for proofreading.
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.
That morning, I was awake first. It was a moment before I realised quite who it was I was holding, his soft brown hair tickling my chin. I tried not to stir, not to disturb him, not wanting to ever let him go. I let myself relax, basking in the sensation. The sweet perfume of his hair; the warmth of his breath against my chest; the slight twitch of fabric against my leg, caused by the... hmm, maybe I'll leave that to your imagination. Fun dreams it seemed anyway.
Hmm, maybe I did want to wake him. Or see how much of a heavy sleeper he was. I threaded a hand through his hair, kissing his forehead gently. He tensed slightly, then relaxed, a sigh escaping his pursed lips. My other hand slowly released him to lie on his back, then traced a line down his chest to the elasticated waist of his boxers. I contemplated having a grope, but decided that would be best left for when he was awake, contenting myself with rubbing circles on his stomach, while leaning over to touch his lips to mine.
A touch on my leg - I froze. A hand slowly working its way up from my knee, moving to the back of my thighs, onto my boxers and...
A squeeze. I pouted. The first person to grope my arse and he didn't even have the decency to be awake.
Or did he? A grin was forming on his face. Cheeky bastard. My lips met his again, this time a eliciting a response. And another squeeze of my arse. I laughed, rolling onto my back beside him, then tensing when I felt which hard object that left his hand on.
"Shall I?" He asked with a teasing lift of his eyebrows. I didn't reply, merely licking my right index finger, running it along his jawline, while moving my other hand to cover his, pushing down to make sure he knew what I wanted. A squeeze, oh yeah that felt nice. I gently caressed his cheek, noticing the slight stubble that had grown during the night. His chest was totally smooth though, would be perfect to drag my tongue along, tracing down, down... I rolled over, swinging a leg over him, pressing my body against his side. If it happened to put pressure somewhere sensitive... that was just accidental good fortune. Honest.
"And what do you want to do to me then?"
Suggestive eyebrow wiggle. So cute.
"Was thinking I should give you a kiss," I breathed, my lips edging closer to his. One hand brushed the hair out of my eyes as our lips met (maybe I should get a haircut... been about eighteen months since my last one), then wandered down my back, finally resting on my ass again. His blue eyes were half-lidded as my tongue slipped into his mouth, tracing over his perfect white teeth. You do wonder sometimes if they have to use bleach or something to get them that white. Maybe some day I'll get round to asking him. But for me, that's not important. What is is that he's the guy... well... the guy. And... when your lips meet his... well... it's like the Stereophonics said... you make me feel like the one. Forget your troubles, forget your fears, forget your name. Forget all but the gentle caress of his lips against yours.
That was when Danny's stomach told us it was time to get up.
The first task for the day was to let the hall office know Danny was here so he could actually get dinner, not that that's much cop. Breakfast is crap, though I'm never up in time for that anyway. Lunch is either good or there are sandwiches available to take away, so I tend to go to that, coming back with a cup of orange juice, an apple and a pack of ham salad sandwiches. It's odd, on trains I only eat tuna sandwiches, but in halls I rarely eat anything but ham salad. There was once I had "Balti Crunch" sandwiches... a word of advice to you all - do not repeat my mistake. Still, some food is usually better than no food. Unless it's moussaka. God I hate that stuff.
We'd missed hall breakfast by about an hour (I think I've been to breakfast three times this year, though that's more an indication of me skipping nine o'clock lectures than... I'm not quite sure. I don't like being awake for it anyway), so walked into Beeston to get some food. I will say, having a Greggs bakery pretty close is ideal, though I do wish I could set up a daily delivery. They do these gorgeous sausage and baked bean melts. Like Danny in pastry form, but somewhat less cuddly. We sat on the white marble surrounding Beeston square's monument to eat, (I never quite worked out what it was or what exactly it was commemorating. It just looks like... well... an eight foot tall marble cock. It makes a slight talking point, but...), just talking.
We went shopping, not that there's much to shop for in Beeston. Except those weird wooden snails I described before. Danny's gaze lingered on two guitars in a pawn shop - God knows how many guitars he has at home, but not enough apparently. He did notice the butcher's on the high street - one G. Hogg by name, which amused me the first time I went past it. We did get back to halls in time to have another lunch (chicken and mushroom pie - not bad by the standards). The afternoon was spent... wait for it... no we did not have sex I'll thank you - it wasn't even a day since our first kiss. Where was I... Oh yeah, the afternoon was spent with Danny trying to teach me to play the guitar. He insisted I try since Tom had dyed his hair and thus looked even more like me (he claimed) meaning that he could maybe stuff Tom in a cupboard and get me to replace him for... well, until someone got Tom out of the cupboard really. Apparently the fact that I can't sing wasn't a bad thing because it would look suspicious if Tom suddenly learnt how to AND looked slightly different.
I'm sure you know how visits are. There's a lot of time spent doing very little, and that isn't really memorable, or worth writing about in detail. I don't know if I really want to bore you with details of our discussions on whether Britney Spears should be executed or merely tortured. We went to the bar after dinner for a while, until the first of the Campus 14 groups came around (it's on Wikipedia if you want to look it up), when it gets way too busy, loud and hot. Hence why I tend to never go near the hall bar on Fridays and Saturdays. I did notice that before we left, Danny went up to Ed and whispered something in his ear. Quite what I've never found out - Danny just smirks, and Ed denies it ever happened. Whatever it was, Ed rushed out of the bar, leaving Danny chuckling into his pint of Strongbow (I will be thankful - Danny is apparently NOT a Carlsberg drinker. This, to me, is a good thing, because like people who use AOL by choice, anyone, in my opinion, who actually likes Carlsberg has no right to an opinion on anything).
So, it was back in my room, watching a movie on my pc (Atomic Train, if you care. A train carrying a Russian nuke crashes and blows up Denver), when I asked the question that I both longed for and feared the answer to.
"Why me?"
We were sitting on my bed, cuddling, my head resting on his chest, his arms protectively around me. He placed a kiss on the top of my head before replying,
"Long answer or short answer?"
"What's the short answer?"
"Because you're sweet." He laughed slightly. Avoiding the question really, but much appreciated. I leant my head against his arm, looking up at his face.
"And the long answer?"
Silence. An idiot in a helicopter who didn't listen to instructions dropped water on some Lithium compounds, which exploded, setting off the nuke and wiping out half of Denver. Maybe that was the point of the movie - a few simple mistakes and a bit of greed and you have a disaster. I just listened to Danny's heartbeat. When he did speak, his words were halting, slightly... unsure... embarrassed maybe. Guilty perhaps.
"A... few years ago, I started to fancy a guy at school. I never said anything about it, and... well. Then I became Danny McFly." He laughed half-heartedly. "I can't do anything publicly because Fletch won't like it - it would ruin the band's image. All four of us going somewhere together is fine - it can be passed off as a joke. But if I want to go somewhere alone... there'll always be someone who'll sell the story. I want to be able to... enjoy myself - be with someone I can trust. Explore this with someone who... well, who doesn't just want sex. Someone who wants to know Danny Jones, not some guitarist in that boyband that's famous right now."
My turn for silence. There's not much you can say to a... confession, I guess, like that. I felt guilty myself in a way - because I first liked him purely because he was hot. But he was so much more than he portrayed. In interviews, he's always been seen as the stupid one who's quite talented, but no great shakes. Funny maybe, but... But for those few, like myself, lucky enough to be able to get to know him properly - past the jokes, the gimmicks and the teasing.... Then you find what for me is the real Danny. He's a guy who'll go to any length for someone he cares about; who can be the kindest, most gentle individual; and above all is intelligent. Now, don't get me wrong, I'll never be able to teach him vector calculus (though that's probably because I don't understand it myself), but he understands me in a way that no one else does. He knows my motivations for doing something when I don't know myself. He's the most wonderful guy I've ever met.
I was wrong. There is so much you can say to a confession like that, and all of it summed up in three simple words:
"I love you."
Author's Note: The Wikipedia entry for "Campus 14" is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campus_14