Many thanks to the people who e-mailed me about this story, I hope this (final) part was worth the wait. Special thanks go to the people at McFlyManiacs.net, especially Tes for proof-reading.
As usual, any and all criticism/comments/suggestions are welcome - email to 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.
Dougie slowly came back from his orgasmic high, the mist of pleasure receding from his mind. Danny was kneeling before him, lips wrapped around his softening cock. Did he... nah, surely he can't have done. But there was no cum anywhere to be seen. Oh crap. He blushed bright red, shame coursing through his body.
"Uh... Danny, uh..." He tried to find words to say, and when he did, he blurted out "I didn't mean to cum in your mouth, sorry." He stared at his feet, but only saw Danny looking up at him with an expression somewhat akin to bewilderment.
"Mate..." Even now, at his most shameful hour, his limp cock sandwiched between his friend's soft lips, pearly cum still dribbling out from the corners, Dougie couldn't help but feel a strange kind of warmth in his heart at the sound of Danny's voice. "I wanted it."
So simple... so... oh thank god, Danny had wanted that. He almost collapsed, saved once more by Danny's extended arms. His friend stood slowly, and pulled him into a gentle hug, his bare chest so good against Dougie's own. Dougie closed his eyes, listening to the gentle breathing, the world disappearing until it was just he and Danny, locked in an eternal embrace. He felt the gentle brush of Danny's lips against the side of his neck, so sweet and sexy... He may have been only seventeen, but he knew it would take him a while before he was ready to cum again, but that didn't mean he couldn't still have fun. He jumped a little, momentarily causing Danny to stumble backwards, before wrapping his legs around his friend's waist, causing him to stumble forward again, spilling them both onto the bed, Danny so deliciously on top of him. Did he really want that? He wasn't quite sure, but it certainly sounded fun. Danny rolled off him, and shifted until he was lying down the bed, one hand propping up his chin, the other rubbing Dougie's stomach.
"How d'ya feel?" He asked, his hand stroking lower.
"Oh, you're goooood." Dougie replied, arching his back, his speech coming out more as a moan than words. He still could scarcely believe this was happening. Was it really only an hour ago he'd been trying to rid images of Danny from his head? How things change. He moved a hand to the side of Danny's face, cupping it gently, feeling the warmth of his friend's cheek against his palm. They stayed silent for a while, both just happy to contemplate their luck, and enjoy being together. It was Dougie who finally broke the silence.
"How long have you known?"
"That I was bi?"
"Yeah."
"The day I met you." Danny replied. Seeing Dougie's incredulous face, he hurriedly continued, "Well, I guess it took a few weeks for me to realise, but... you were the guy. I just... I thought you knew."
"I do now." Dougie whispered.
Danny moved forward, and once again, their lips met softy. I'll be pretty good at this by the end of the week, Dougie mused. And practice was certainly fun. It was amazing how something as simple as the touching of lips could be so erotic, more delicious than anything before in his life. They separated again, just an inch apart for a few seconds, before Danny lay his head on Dougie's chest. It felt so real, so amazingly real to have his new lover's head on his chest. New lover... yeah, he liked the sound of that.
"How long've you been bi?" Danny asked, gently rubbing circles round Dougie's nipple. Dougie had been dreading this question. Oh well, may as well tell him now, get it over with.
"I'm not. Never had much attraction to girls."
"Okay, that's cool."
"Really, you don't care?"
"Mate," Danny laughed, lifting his head off the pillow of Dougie's chest, "I'm in bed with you. I'm not gonna complain -- I love this."
"I love you." Dougie replied softly.
The silence was deafening. Dougie's mind raced, did he just say that? Nah, surely he couldn't have done. Oh crap, he did. Please don't say he'd fucked it up, please... maybe he'd gone a bit far, was misinterpreting his feelings, yes, that must be it! He hadn't meant it that way, it had just come out wrong. Yeah, he could explain that.
"Danny," he started, but was cut off when his friend's fingers were placed over his mouth. Danny sat up next to Dougie, and even now, Dougie couldn't help but admire his friend's body. God, was this it? Half an hour and it was over? Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? He suddenly felt naked, and pulled the quilt over his body. Finally Danny spoke.
"Thanks mate."
What? Thanks? That was it? THANKS?
"What the fuck mate?" Dougie erupted, "I say I fucking love you and all you can say is THANKS? What the fuck's that meant to be? Some sort of... something to just play me along? I LOVE you for fuck's sake, don't do that to me. Fuck this, I'm going." He snatched Danny's dressing gown from the end of the bed, stood up and pulled it over his shoulders.
"Mate, wait." Danny said as Dougie roughly shoved first one arm then the other into the gown.
"Mate, please."
"Leave me the fuck alone." He pulled the dressing gown around him, knotting the cord with a sense of finality. A hand on his shoulder. He spun round, his back now to the door, face to face with the still-naked Danny. He was close to snapping, images flashed through his head of punching him in the face, kicking him in the bollocks... anything to cause the pain he so obviously deserved.
"Dougie," Danny said, his voice cold as steel, "let me explain."
"Why?" he growled.
"Because I'm your friend, and you deserve to hear this."
"Fine," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. The look in Danny's eyes turned from determination to sorrow, and he glanced around the room, eventually settling on a towel on the floor, which he wrapped around his waist. Dougie tapped his foot, and Danny quickly returned his gaze to his friend's.
"Look, mate," he started. "I care about you. I care about you a lot. You're the first guy to ever make me feel that way, but I don't... I don't know what I feel, but I don't think it's love. I really wish it was, I WANT to love you mate. I want to be with you, I've wanted it for years. But what I feel isn't love. Not yet." He was pleading now, his voice cracking, on the verge of tears. "Please, mate... Dougie. Don't walk out on me."
Dougie felt his anger subsiding, replaced by wanting to hold his hurt friend in his arms. Hew wanted to be angry, but... he couldn't. Not anymore. Not to Danny. He took a step forward, and put his arms around his friend, feeling him sag slightly, letting Danny's chin rest on his shoulder, his fingers running through the back of his hair.
They stood there some time, just embracing softly, comforting each other, both emotionally drained. Dougie could barely believe he'd let himself get so angry at Danny. He'd hurt his friend, maybe not physically as he'd imagined, but emotionally. All he wanted now was to give him some of the love that had been so lacking earlier.
"God, I'm sorry," he whispered in Danny's ear, nuzzling gently. He softly kissed Danny's pierced ear, tasting the metal with the tip of his tongue. Danny pushed against him, murmuring,
"You're forgiven," before leaving a trail of kisses up his friend's neck. There were hands against the dressing gown cord, untying it with ease and pulling the sides apart. Dougie felt a momentary draught as his body was exposed, before being pressed against the warmth of Danny's chest. He moved his own hands down, pulling at the towel around Danny's waist, dropping it to the floor as their lips found each other, hungry to make up for lost time. His hands stayed low, gently squeezing the supple cheeks, his fingers straying closer and closer to his friend's asshole. His tongue slipped into Danny's mouth, his partner's hands now cupping his face, slightly cold. Oh yeah this was good. The heat of Danny's well-defined chest against his own, and of course more important feelings from down below. His cock was hard again, and rubbing against Danny's. He hadn't actually seen that yet... well, not hard -- that time in the shower didn't count. Their lips separated an inch, enough for Dougie to gaze into Danny's deep blue eyes, long enough for Danny to murmur, "I like this apology," before their lips met again. It was all Dougie could do to not lose himself entirely in the moment.
It was over all too soon. They parted again, a drop of saliva hanging off Dougie's bottom lip. Danny took a few steps back, finally letting Dougie see his nude body properly. Dougie wanted to say something, but (god Danny was sexy, how the hell had he let this go by for so long) couldn't quite find the words. All that came out was a whimper, the saliva droplet finally falling to the carpet. Oh god, he was smiling, beckoning him forward. He slipped off the dressing gown and fell to his knees, crawling forward, head upturned, drinking in the image of Danny's nude body. Finally. Gorgeous chest, flat stomach, and... oh god... he was shaved. He whimpered, unable to do anything but stare in wanton lust. That was so fucking sexy, and even he knew it. He'd never done much in the way of sex (there had been a guy he'd traded handjobs with at school, but that was just a quick fumble in a deserted classroom - he'd never even seen the guy's cock), and the other guys had always said his tastes were a bit weird, but... god that was so fucking hot. It looked good enough to eat. Oh yes please. He so wanted to suck it, lick it, taste it... return the favour Danny had given him. He looked again, taking in more details. Uncircumcised, but then he'd have been surprised if he had been. If all the stories he read were true, the practice was considered normal in America, but almost unheard of in Britain. Quite why Americans wanted to cut off part of their cocks he never understood. He reached out a hand...
No. Not yet. He wanted it so badly, but he wanted to tease Danny, make him wait. Have some more fun. He started kissing Danny's feet, before moving slowly up his legs, slightly annoyed by their hairiness, but his were the same. Up more, kissing Danny's thighs, up more. Hips, sideways, running his tongue over Danny's balls, making him moan with delight. He knew that he should have been nervous -- after all, it was the first time he'd ever... well... it was the first time - but he was so horny all his nerves disappeared, leaving only an all-consuming lust for the teenager in front of him. Now? No. He was desperate, but not that desperate. Not yet. He crawled between his friend's legs, twisting around so he was facing that gorgeous ass. He looked up to see Danny peering over his shoulder at him. He smiled up at that handsome face, took his friend's soft ass cheeks in both hands and started squeezing gently, adoring the feel. But he hadn't done enough yet. He edged his face closer to that gorgeous arse, at once both thankful and annoyed that its owner had showered, and that it was clean and relatively odour-less. The half moons filled his vision as he buried his nose inside that ass crack, reaching out with his tongue, touching that most intimate part. Danny gasped, but didn't try to stop him, and he gave a proper lick, touching the puckered asshole. Weird, it really wasn't as great as he'd imagined it would be, but if Danny enjoyed it, who was he to judge? Besides, if he did it, maybe Danny would do it in return. He could still have fun -- after all, Danny's body was his to play with. In any way he pleased. He grinned, ooooh yeah. He gripped Danny's hips tightly, forcing his face deeper into that gorgeous arse, licking, tasting, testing. Hmm... it kinda grew on you. Now, here was a test. He pulled back, quickly sucked on a finger and started pushing it slowly into that (ooh... tight) asshole. A groan came from overhead. So, Danny liked things up his arse did he? That could be fun in the future. But he wanted more than this -- wanted to give Danny what he'd been given.
He stood up, pressing his nude body against Danny's back, rejoicing in the feel of the hot body against his. He started kissing Danny's neck, making the guitarist laugh,
"What you got planned, eh?"
Dougie's fingers ran over his friend's stomach, pulling him closer, and moving down, feeling in amazement how utterly smooth the crotch was before taking hold of the hard cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip, getting slippery pre-cum on his finger.
"How about I get a taste of your cock?" Dougie whispered. Danny moaned in reply and turned his head to kiss him, but he pulled back, retreating towards the bed, beckoning Danny to follow. His friend came all too willingly, and almost jumped on Dougie before he got a chance to lie down. Soft lips touched his, a prelude. Gone again, a shuffling as Danny moved into position and presented his cock to Dougie's lips. Dougie suddenly found his mouth dry, he'd done everything else, but this... it looked so... big. It was gorgeous, but...
"Mate?"
"Yeah, ok." Dougie said absently. He wasn't nervous, but... well, yes he was nervous. Just a bit. It was somehow different with Danny kneeling over him like this. He wanted to, but couldn't.
"Mate?"
He pushed Danny away a bit, pulling himself up to sitting position.
"Sorry, I... can't do it like that."
"Do you still want it?" Danny asked softly. Did he? He'd just turned down the chance to fulfil a fantasy... yes, yes he still wanted it, just... just not quite like that.
"Could you lie down?"
"Sure. Oh, Dougie..." he said. Dougie looked up, and found his lips an inch away from Danny's again -- he could feel the warm breath as his friend whispered,
"Just enjoy yourself." The distance shrank to nothing, and again, Dougie felt the soft kiss of his bandmate's lips against his -- reassuring, warming. He smiled as the kiss broke, and watched his sexy... no... that wasn't quite right... and watched his gorgeous? Better, but not quite... and watched his... oh hell, sexy fit best after all, and watched his sexy lover lie on the bed, cock standing up away from his stomach. Yeah, this was better. Not quite ready to let Danny be dominant... not yet. Beside he looked hotter this way. Much easier to see his entire gorgeous body. Time. He slowly leant down, and placed a kiss on Danny's shaved crotch. OK, close now -- his cheek was brushing against the hard cock, producing a groan from his friend. Heh. Finally, he was touching his lips to his... boyfriend's?.. cock. Didn't really taste of anything -- a bit disappointing. But then, it was just skin. So far. He ran his tongue along it, stopping on the foreskin, making it twitch in lustful agony. Very cool. He took a finger back into his mouth, sucking provocatively, letting Danny look on as he moved the finger down to the bed, rubbing against his friend's tight asshole. Smirking, he pushed it slowly in, Danny writhing in ecstasy, arching his back, closing his eyes. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive head, sucking gently, lapping the saltiness from the tip. His other hand wandered down to his own cock, stroking gently, building towards a second orgasm. God, sucking Danny's cock made him so fucking horny. Not bad tasting either. The finger up Danny's ass started probing for the prostate he knew would be there, waiting to drive its owner to heights of ecstasy. Danny jerked. Looks like he found it.
"Fuck mate... cum time." No. Not yet. He pulled his finger out again, and lifted his head, looking into Danny's eyes. Again sucking his finger, he shuffled forward, moving so his cock was against Danny's, and wrapped his hands around them both. The guitarist's hands wrapped around his own, warm to the touch. Together, they started moving their hands up and down, building to the final heights. Danny came first, moaning and shooting pearly cum over his chest. Fuck that was hot. Oh god, oh goooood... He started cumming himself, his only thoughts of the hands stroking his cock, the hardness it was touching, and the images of two hard cocks spurting over his bandmate's chest. One hell of a day.
As his mind cleared, he lay down on his friend, feeling the slippery cum squash between them, slick against his chest. He placed a kiss on his friend's cheek,
"I love you, Danny."
Danny turned to him, smiling,
"You know what? Me too."