This story dedicated to Tes
All comments/criticism/suggestions welcome - email tsunami@london.com
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.
"You decent?" Came the voice. I looked down at my naked body, stretched out on the white sheets, and grinned.
"No."
"Good."
The door opened, and my lover stood momentarily silhouetted in the bright light of the hall, before entering and shutting the door behind him with a soft click. I gazed longingly at him, dressed as he was only in boxers. His bare feet padded softly over the carpet towards me, and my cock twitched in anticipation. It wasn't unusual for us to get together "after hours" as it were – sometimes in his room, sometimes in mine - but we had to be careful to make sure the others didn't find out. Not that I thought they'd really mind, but... it would be a bit weird.
He was next to me now, dragging fingers teasingly up my chest as I lay there, whispering in that oh-so-sexy accent,
"What'cha doin'?"
"Waiting for you," I replied teasingly, one hand wandering around his waistband. It felt good to tease him, I knew he loved my body. Dougie could say I was fat, but fuck him. Hmm, quite a fun idea. But you catch my drift. His hands grabbed mine, and pulled them to his waist, pushing down his boxers. I liked him being in control – it turned me on to be told what to do by that gorgeous boy. His cock was uncovered now, and he thrust his hips towards me provocatively. I licked my lips as he climbed up onto the bed, straddling me, beckoning me to take him in my mouth. I was only too willing, sucking happily while he ran his hands through my hair. I loved how he filled my mouth, loved the taste... loved HIM.
His fingers searched my bedside table in the darkness for the lube he knew would be there. Like always. He pulled out of my mouth, and stood up, squirting the gel into his hands before rubbing it up and down his cock. I prepared for the inevitable, it had happened all too often. Not that it was bad, but... just if he'd give me some hint he reciprocated my feelings for him. He moved down the bed. One finger, two – I felt the cool lube being massaged into my ass as he got ready. I wrapped my legs around his hips, I did at least enjoy this.
"Ready?"
He didn't wait for me to say yes, just pushed in anyway. I could never say no – and he knew it. A moment of pain, but I'd got used to it, and focussed on the pleasure. He wasn't much for the emotions, but he was a decent lover, and his nimble hands danced over my chest, tugging my nipples, squeezing my flesh, occasionally rubbing my cock – seconds of oh-so delicious ecstasy. I pulled my ass tight around him, feeling him increase the beat as he moved towards orgasm. I wasn't too far off myself, to be honest, though propelled maybe more by fantasies than the fuck itself.
His hands moved to my hips for that final thrust. A grunt, and I felt hot cum spurting inside me. The look on his face pushed me over the edge, and wads of pearly cum shot over my chest. He pulled out and picked his boxers off the floor, walking to the door.
"Thanks mate." He said on his way out.
I turned over, my cum staining the bedsheets, but I didn't care. I cried. Not for what had happened, but for what hadn't happened. He never said anything affectionate. But why should he? We were just sating ourselves. Or at least, that's what he thought. He meant so much more to me. One day, I promised myself, one day, I will tell him how I feel. One day. As I sobbed myself to sleep, I returned to my only fantasy. The only one that I cared about.
"Do you, Daniel Alan David Jones, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The pastor asked.
I looked over at my fiance, saw the smile on his face as he said yes.
"And do you, Thomas Fletcher, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
Other stuff I've written: Dougie's Private Fantasy /nifty/gay/celebrity/boy-bands/dougies-private-fantasy/