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.
Dougie could scarcely believe what was happening. He'd dreamed of this moment, but now it was true? It was too much. He just sat in a daze, staring at Danny, his friend, his... boyfriend? Is that what they were now? He'd always felt a special connection with Danny -- he was always around for him if he needed it, always there to give him a quick comforting squeeze around the shoulders... Knowing Danny was probably the best part of being in McFly. Fame was overrated, the music... he could do without the playing, but a good friend? That was priceless.
It was an odd match, he supposed -- the joker and the quiet one. Most people would have thought he'd be better friends with Harry or Tom. Harry certainly seemed to think so. The number of times he'd done near-sexual things to Dougie on TV... Dougie could still remember that interview after the Smash Hits Poll Winners Party when he'd been lying over the guys' laps, Harry rubbing his nipple through his shirt... He was pretty certain someone was daring Harry to do that sort of thing, and his suspicion fell on the guy sharing the baked bean bath with him.
"Mate, you okay?"
Dougie looked towards Danny, coming back to the present. The sweet chest red and slick from the tomato sauce, the brown armpit hair, the gorgeous smile... oh god...
"Yeah... just... overwhelmed I guess."
Danny leaned forward, reaching under the beans, finding Dougie's right hand, squeezing it gently between both his. Dougie's left joined them.
"Mate... Dougie... You're more special to me than anyone. You want time, just say so."
"Ten minutes?" Dougie replied, his hands slipping away from Danny's.
"Course mate, I need a shower anyway. I'll be in my room." He picked his boxers off the floor and pulled them over Dougie's head, adding more teasingly, "Don't want you to get sneak peak."
There was a big movement in the beans, and Dougie heard some dripping on the carpet, pulling the boxers off his face, he saw Danny's red ass retreating into the shower. Shortly the water started up, and Dougie's thoughts started drifting again. He'd finally taken the plunge, gone past the point of no-return, walked into no-man's land. Wait... no, that last cliché didn't quite fit. This wasn't a no-man's land, this promised to be a utopia. God... he could scarcely believe it. Danny was into guys, and was into HIM? It was literally a dream come true... Wait, what if this was a dream? He tried pinching his leg, but his fingers slipped from all the lubrication. He growled slightly in annoyance, wiped his fingers on the bath mat and tried pinching his neck. Okay, that hurt. Not dreaming. In a way that was scary. While he'd continually lusted after Danny, he'd never truly expected anything to happen -- this sudden change -- everything he wanted -- and all he could think about was how it might not be truly what it seemed. He couldn't help but wonder if someone had put Danny up to this, but at the same time he wanted so much to believe Danny was being truthful.
The water stopped, and presently Danny emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. His skin glistened from the shower, his brown hair slicked back against his head, his long legs... Dougie could scarcely keep from drooling. If there was a chance of getting that... just a chance... it was worth anything. He came right over to the bath and crouched by Dougie.
"Mate... you are okay with this, right?"
God that accent...
"Yeah, just let me shower?"
Danny smiled, maybe not quite believing Dougie. Dougie wasn't too sure he sounded sincere either. Danny started walking away,
"Danny -"
He turned round, looking back at Dougie.
"- I'll be there." Dougie smiled, Danny smiled back, slightly happier.
Dougie watched Danny retreat out of the bathroom, and heard the door click shut. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready for what might happen spending time I Danny's bedroom, but he knew that (presuming Danny was being sincere and this wasn't a big set-up) he could rely on his friend to not push him into doing anything he wasn't comfortable with. After all, dreams were one thing, reality quite another.
He stood up, momentarily distracted from Danny by the sensation of baked beans sliding off his slick body. Those that didn't come off voluntarily he pushed off, again loving the feeling of his hand against his lubricated body. His cock had gone soft again since Danny wasn't around to stroke it and he wasn't having fun fantasising, but it started to rise again from the feelings of the tomato juice dripping off. He stepped onto the bath mat, wondering momentarily how he was going to get the beans OUT of the bath, before walking to the shower, leaving a trail of orange footprints on the brown carpet. He drew the curtain behind him and turned on the water, turning his face to the flow, feeling the syrup flow off his body. It was glorious. He just stayed under the water for a few minutes before reaching out to find the shower gel. He lathered up his chest, the water beating on his back, dragging his hands down to his half-hard cock, giving it a few jerks of encouragement. It was weird, how he could be in two minds about something he'd wanted for ages, he thought as he soaped his body methodically. He couldn't wait to see Danny naked properly, but at the same time he was nervous. He rinsed himself off. Could he be bothered with washing his hair? Hmm, probably better. He fumbled with the shampoo bottle, nearly dropping it. He hadn't realised his hands were shaking. Wow... this was scarier than he thought. It was like a rollercoaster. You can't wait to get to the theme park but once you're about to get on the ride... He shook his head, and turned his face into the water once more, trying to clear his head.
Five minutes later, a damp but clean Dougie emerged from the shower, grabbing a towel and using it to quickly dry his lithe body before wrapping it around his thin waist. He padded down the corridor to his room, rummaging through his drawers for a pair of boxers, and pulling on a T-shirt and pair of baggy trousers from the floor. Screw socks. Was he ready? No. Was he going anyway? Yes. Back along the corridor. Outside Danny's door. Deep breaths. He went to knock. At the last moment he pulled his hand back. Again, deep breaths to try and calm himself, but his heart was beating faster with each passing second. He couldn't do this. Yes he could, and yes he would, dammit! He'd wanted this for years. He took a step forward and knocked loudly on the door. There, he'd done it. He collapsed against the door in relief, then suddenly fell backwards when Danny opened it, landing in his bandmate's arms.
"Hey!" Danny laughed, "I get enough random people throwing themselves at me, without you joining in."
Dougie was caught between wanting to get up, and the feeling of just how good it felt to be in Danny's arms.
"There's just something about you." He said.
"And you." Danny replied softly.
Their eyes met, the distance between them closed... closer, closer... Dougie could feel Danny's hot breath on his face... closer... their lips met softly, merely a taste, but Dougie already knew this was so much better than his dream. But why was Danny pulling back? No! He'd waited so long for this! Was he that bad a kisser that one touch could put Danny off?
"Mate, come on, get out of the door." Oh, so that was why. Dougie blushed, and got to his feet, turning round to face Danny, finally seeing him. He had some trousers on, but was still deliciously topless. His nervousness was a thing of the past as he sat on the bed, waiting patiently while its owner closed the door and came back, crouching in front of him.
"God, mate... I've wanted this for so long... ever since we first met." His voice sounded husky to Dougie, an open invitation to go anywhere he wanted. "Why did it take you so long to get here?"
Dougie smiled, hearing the words that could have described his own feelings for Danny.
"I thought you were messing around -- especially when Harry started doing it too."
"Harry? What'd he do to you?" Danny laughed.
"There was the time he was rubbing my nipple on TV, the time he walked in on me in the shower, that time in the CDUK dressing room..."
"Wow... I think he might really have a crush on you, mate. I'd better be careful I don't lose you to him." His voice rose, jokingly, at the end.
"Harry's not my taste. Tom maybe, but you're way better."
"Mmm... good answer."
With that, he climbed onto Dougie's lap, and grinned before pressing his soft lips once more Dougie's. Dougie placed his hands on Danny's warm back, enjoying the moment. The gentle movement of Danny's lips against his was so much better than he could ever have imagined, it was hard to think how he'd lived before feeling it. More pleasure than even his most intense orgasms, and he'd had a lot of those thinking of Danny.
Their lips parted, a soft exhalation, interrupted by Dougie giggling.
"What?" Danny asked, playfully pushing Dougie back onto the bed.
"I just never thought you'd be my first proper kiss."
"You mean I found myself some fresh blood?" Danny laughed, "Then I guess you'd better get some more practice in." Suddenly Dougie found himself pinned to the bed with Danny's lips descending towards him again. He decided to play along, turning his face away from Danny, as if in terror. He shivered in pleasure as Danny's tongue ran along his earlobe. God Danny was good... he hadn't so much as taken off his shirt yet and already he was delirious with pleasure. Danny's lips were on his cheek now, moving up, he closed his eyes just as the lips descended on his eyelids, down his nose and to his waiting mouth. God he wished that mouth would go lower. He felt Danny's hands at his sides now, moving his T-shirt up over his chest, until it became stuck at his arms. He got his wish, the lips kissing slowly down his neck, jumping over his shirt, and reaching his chest, headed towards his left nipple. He pulled his shirt off as the tongue licked around his nipple, not quite touching it. Aargh, dammit Danny, stop teasing! The tongue was moving lower now, over his smooth chest, while a hand caressed his cock through his trousers.
"Mmmm... I love this," Dougie moaned, raising his head so he could watch Danny. He moved a hand down, playing with his friend's hair as the tongue reached his waist while warm hands engaged in trying to remove his remaining clothes. He lifted his ass up a bit, and was rewarded with the feeling of his boxers being dragged down with his trousers. He took the opportunity to shed his T-shirt properly while Danny's attention was focussed on his trousers. God, his friend was seeing him totally naked and horny... He resisted the sudden urge to cover up, this was what he wanted.
Well, not all that he wanted, Dougie admitted to himself. He wanted to see Danny naked more than anything -- those trousers were torment. Beige canvas, with a belt. Whitish boxers poked out the top. He was kneeling on the floor now, just staring along Dougie's naked body, gazing into his eyes with a longing born of years of close proximity and temptation. Dougie sat up, looking down at his friend, taking his chin in one hand, gently suggesting he get up. He rose with Danny until they were standing face to face, about a foot apart.
"We should so have done this a long time ago." Dougie whispered as they closed for another kiss, Danny's hands wrapping around his body, stroking slowly above his ass. He loved the warmth of his friend's body against his, the pure ecstasy of physical contact. He ground his crotch against his friend, again wishing for the removal of those trousers. Not that Danny wasn't insanely hot in them, just he'd be even hotter without. His hands now on Danny's ass, squeezing gently... god what an ass his friend had. He hadn't minded losing the Smash Hits Most Fanciable Male award when the winner had that ass, those soft sweet lips, a chest to die for... Oh yeah, Danny was far and away most fanciable male... But... he still wasn't naked. He'd have to do something about that.
Dougie broke off his kiss, immediately missing the soft lips against his own, but to no matter. He copied Danny's earlier route, kissing down his friend's neck, straight down his chest, kneeling as he came level with the belt. He slowly unfastened the belt, pulling it out and chucking it across the room. Closer to his dream than ever, undo a button, pull down a zip... He pulled the trousers down finally, only one layer of thin fabric away now, he caressed the hard cock in front of him, placing a kiss on the tip, fondling slightly lower, working his fingers towards the legs when they were intercepted by Danny's. He looked up, meeting Danny's gaze as those sweet lips parted.
"Not yet," they whispered, the words sending a shiver of lust down Dougie's spine. "I want to see you naked properly first."
Dougie watched Danny move a few steps away and sit, legs splayed, on a chair. What did Danny have in mind? Not that it really mattered... the wait was just making him more and more horny to the point he'd do almost anything for Danny.
"Walk to the door and back."
Dougie stood, and turned his back to Danny, walking towards the door, making sure his hips swayed as much as possible. He turned round and was rewarded with Danny rubbing himself through those white boxers. He fought the urge to touch his cock, swab up the precum and lick it off his finger. Time enough for Danny to do that later.
"Give me a couple of twirls."
Dougie twisted round on his right foot as requested, through two rotations, turning back to Danny and shaking his head about to clear the dizziness. Danny stood and walked over to him, running a saliva-slicked finger along his chest. Dougie grinned - his friend knew what to do, he was happy to play along as a first-timer. Besides, this was fun -- he quite liked playing slightly submissive. Danny started to move behind him, face nuzzling against his neck, one hand on his stomach, whispering in his ear as the rough boxers touched his smooth ass,
"Mmm, you are so fucking hot mate, and I've waited so long to get you."
He was grinding against Dougie now, his tented boxers pushing into his friend's ass-crack. Dougie could feel it, so nice, felt so large there. God, he could barely wait for the party to truly start. Danny turned him round, their lips meeting again, Danny's hands pulling Dougie close, Dougie's removing Danny's boxers, this time without interference. Danny let out a moan as his friend's fingers finally found his asshole, and ground harder against him. They separated, looking into each others eyes, before Danny sank to his knees again, nuzzling against Dougie's hard cock, then laying butterfly kisses up its length before finally taking the tip into his warm mouth. Dougie groaned, his hands now running through his bandmate's brown hair, pulling slightly, willing him to go further. It seemed Danny was more than happy to oblige, taking more and more of his cock into that warm, wet mouth, the tongue sliding over his sensitive skin, teasing, titillating, tormenting. Dougie was too over-sexed, and with scarcely more warning to Danny than a loud groan, shot his cum into his best friend's warm mouth.