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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.
I watched his blue stripy boxers peek over the waist of the blue jeans that clung so well to his arse as he bent over to rummage through his bag. Always delicious. Finally he pulled out a CD and came back to me, plonking himself down on my lap and waved the CD (complete with little plastic wallet) in my face.
"For you."
No label, no name on the disc... blank CDs make my world go round. I should probably be glad it wasn't a birthday present. If it was he was a few weeks early. Of course if it wasn't actually blank, and in fact had something nice on it I guess I could forgive him... yummy photos would be good. Though quite who he'd get to take them I don't know. No, it wouldn't be blank, which begged the question,
"What's on it?" He ran a hand through my hair, teasing loose a tangle or two.
"Our new single. Plus other stuff, since your music collection is awful." He grinned and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Just kidding babe."
I waited a moment. "So... you gonna play it for me or am I expected to read it through telepathy?"
He got up and started pushing buttons on my computer. I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes. The music started playing fairly quick. The song was... poppy. Annoyingly Room on the Third Floor-y. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, but... I liked the way Wonderland experimented and played - I liked the more mature style it had. Please, Please was really rather... annoying.
"Well...?"
"I kind of preferred the Wonderland stuff. It's a bit... poppy."
Silence. It wasn't especially easy to say, but... the worst thing any artist can get is blind praise. (That's a word to anyone reading this - if you want to say you thought it was good, please say why it was good, and what could be improved.) Still, the silence was terrifying. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Bit too... poppy?".
"Yeah... and you can't really hear the words." He nodded silently. "Besides, who's this Lindsey you're after? I thought you only had eyes for me."
"Well... it's about Harry and Lindsey Lohan, and how he failed to get off with her." A giggle. "And babe, my eyes may stray, but my arse is yours alone. Besides, I did a remix for you."
A couple more button pushes and the now-familiar guitar riffs sounded from my speakers.
"Please, please Matty please." He turned it off after a few seconds. A McFly song, albeit a remix, about me. Sweet. Question though,
"I like that one better. But how'd you get the vocals?"
"I just asked Tom for help. He said he'd do it if I did his washing up." An expression of hurt crossed his face. "There was loads of it."
"Aww, poor Danny, getting his dainty hands wet in the name of true love." I simpered, adding, "seriously, I love it. And you."
"I love you too babe. Ooh by the way, you should probably know we get naked in the video."
"Oh." The images of that raced through my mind. "So how come you didn't invite me to watch?" Lucky fucking camera crew... Danny came back over and sat on the edge of the bed, one hand idly rubbing my side.
"Well, you had an exam that day. That and you'd only perve on the other guys, and you know you're only meant to perve on me..." I grinned. Beautiful, beautiful hypocrite. Still, he was rather fun to perve on. Not that I really needed to, but there was something... exquisite about sitting in a deckchair outside his shower watching his silhouette (it seemed his crotch was rather dirty) - within ten seconds of him drawing back the curtain, the water was back on soaking my clothes as he kissed me hungrily, hands roaming...
"Well, you can't blame me for wanting to find out how you compare, can you? I like seeing hot guys naked. I just like naked you more." A moment's silence in silent gazing. "So... how do you compare?"
"Well... okay, since it's you... And I know you won't let it rest until I tell you..."
"You know me too well."
"Cool isn't it? Anyway, Tom's cock's pretty small, Harry's is puny, and Dougie's even more tiny."
"Ah. Is that Dannyese for 'They're all bigger than me?'" I smiled at his pout.
"Oi, not all of them... I'm bigger than Dougie..." I just kept quiet and raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. "Harry's is really big and hairy, it's kind of... well... eww. Probably explains why he refuses to do it with the light on. Tom's just looks like mine, bit bigger and with blonde pubes, and Dougie's is weird - it bends to the right and no foreskin. Not really much fun to play with."
My eyebrows rose another few millimetres.
"Uhm... semi-drunken jerk-off session last year."
I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him onto me. A brief look of panic crossed his face before my lips met his. Well, more his cheek at first - slight miscalculation ends with me tasting the spaghetti bolognese we'd had for dinner - I really should have told him about that spot of sauce. Second time lucky, the familiar (if somewhat crushing) weight settled back onto my chest and stuck its tongue down my throat. A strange sort of bliss maybe, but very fun.
"Only you could complain about Dougie Poynter making you cum." I laughed while he took off his shirt. Well, actually I think he swallowed the final m, before I pushed him onto his back, which ended up with him biting his tongue and his making a rather cute "owwie" face. He really is wonderfully expressive. And then I was introduced to a sixteen year old gay guy from Hartlepool who could be his clone... same facial expressions. Rather surreal. Also called Danny (cute Danny number... six I think). Anyway, I was having a bit of fun, rubbing him through his jeans while biting gently on his nipples. It is rather fun, slight mix of pain to accentuate pleasure (don't get me wrong, I'm not into whips and chains (though chains could be fun... well, maybe not chains, that's too clinical. Silk ties and that sort of thing would be better), but there's nothing wrong with a slight nip here and there...). Something was slightly wrong. I sat up, trying to work out quite what. I rubbed my hand over his stomach. No treasure trail. That was new. Still, I could get used to it. Not like I needed directions anyway. Come to think of it, hadn't his arms been a bit smooth earlier? At least his armpit hair was still there. Maybe it's a bit odd, but I like armpit hair.
"When did you shave then?"
"Oh, that was for the video. Full body. Well, except the armpits - wouldn't let them take that from you. D'you like it?"
"What, even..." He just grinned back at me. Guess it was one way to avoid them getting in your teeth. More questions though - sure it's possible to shave your own arms, tummy and most of your legs, but... you really do need someone else to help out. So... "Who helped you?"
"Tom. Then we had kinky foam-covered sex." How he managed to keep a straight face for even three seconds I don't know. I was stricken between orgasm and disbelief until he started laughing. I mean... the idea of Tom and Danny itself is rather delicious; watching Danny's tongue trace the star on Tom's chest... versus, of course, the idea that Danny would cheat on me. To be honest, I'm still unsure if he would or not. After all, he's a popstar... sex gets thrown his way pretty much all the time, and since we don't exactly live close, we don't see each other too often... masturbation's great until you have good sex, but then you realise what a pale reflection it is. On the other hand, he loves me (that or he's a very good actor when he says it, and, let's face it, he's not) and wouldn't want to hurt me. No, I don't want to think about it. Maybe it's sticking my head in the sand, but I trust him. If I didn't, I wouldn't be going out with him.
"Don't worry babe, it'll grow back."
I smiled. "Let's not be hasty... we'll see how much I like you without it first."
I liked it.
Danny's ostensible reason for the visit was that it was the last time I wouldn't be with my parents for a while, and he wanted to be as noisy as possible while he could. Though it did interest me that as soon as I mentioned going to Alton Towers he decided to come and visit. Of course things didn't quite go as he planned (or how I think he planned anyway) as I'd already agreed to go watch some ice hockey that night - my first match and apparently his too. Ended up being quite a useful trip, as I (roughly) worked out where I was the first time I went into Nottingham in regards to the time I went to the LGBT Christmas Party at The Central (a gaybar that really reminded me of some railway station), and I found out where I'd sent Danny that night in his hotel room...
Danny, though, was annoyed the sex shop we walked past wasn't open.
So after not getting to bed until gone two, we had to wake up at the ungodly hour of eight in order to eat breakfast and get ready to walk over to Joe's house (about forty to fifty minutes at a brisk walk) so we (me, Danny, Joe and Joe's girlfriend, Laura) could all get the bus to dash to the station to catch the train to get on the last bus to the theme park.
That was the theory anyway.
Even that early in the morning, the sun was up and baking everything in sight, and even walking half the journey beside the university's lake and dressed in shorts, by the time we reached Joe's I was drenched. Then again, I sweat a lot, but Danny usually only sweats sexily and he was rather wet too. I really was thankful for the offer of a drink. The first bus journey was unremarkable, and we got to the station with ten minutes to spare. Danny paid for all four tickets, commenting "what's the point of a rich boyfriend if he never buys you things?"
"And the point of a poor boyfriend is that he's easily impressed?" I couldn't resist asking. He made a vastly overacted look of offence and stalked dramatically off through the platform doors, only for his head to poke back around the corner and ask if we were coming.
God I love him.
The train journey was also fairly dull - we changed at Derby then got off at Uttoxeter to stand waiting in the sun for twenty minutes to get on the Alton Towers hopper bus, which half an hour later deposited us outside the park. Three hours to get to somewhere that's signposted from ten miles outside Nottingham. Ridiculous.
So in we went, a beautiful day, too hot almost. Of course, the good thing about going on the train was that the park entry was included in the fare, so we got to skip past all the queues at the turnstiles. We found some park maps and headed off towards the first rollercoaster we saw (well... second. The first one you rode in nut-shaped cars between anthropomorphic squirrels), which was called (somewhat horrifically) Spinball Whizzard. I'm not sure what was worse - the name or that for the entire forty minutes spent queuing for it, Danny was humming Pinball Wizard. I am going slightly mad.
I'm an aficionado of the computer game Rollercoaster Tycoon, so I kept mentally trying to classify the rollercoasters into some type I'd seen before. But this one I don't think I'd seen anywhere before - a tight twisting track with cars where the seats were on a pivot and span as you went along the track. Gut-wrenching and a bit weird. But rather fun, though not worth a forty minute queue.
So, on we went to what's known as the X-Section. Black Hole, one of the rollercoasters I'd enjoyed when I went to the park with my school, what must have been... seven years ago now, I suppose. Longer than I'd have thought. Only back then I had to sit between the legs of this twat I absolutely detested... but that's an aside. Instead, we went on Enterprise, which is sort of like a speeded-up Ferris wheel, so the cabins are flung out and you can be upside down without really realising it. Two to a car, and you had to sit between the legs of the person behind you. That sort of seating really is much nicer when you're in love with the person behind you. We even did some upside-down kisses, which is unusual certainly. To be honest, the ride was oddly peaceful. Wish I could have gone again.
We skipped Oblivion for two reasons - partly for the queue, and partly because Laura was feeling a bit sick. Instead, we walked around the park until we reached Ugland - of course, that was also a bit disappointing. There was a huge queue for Corkscrew and Rita: Queen of Speed was apparently having a day of testing. We just gave up and bought fish and chips (well... sausage. Another chip shop that had neither scampi nor chicken). You couldn't even take the booze outside the marquee, and they only sold Carlsberg. So, half a baking hour later we got onto the cablecar, wandered around lost for five minutes, then found our way to some rides in time to see a load of idiots get turned upside down and soaked on some spinning thingummy the name of which I can't remember since I binned the park map yesterday. I managed to avoid Danny dragging me onto that. If he's going to get wet, I like to be somewhere we can enjoy it properly. Instead, Laura found a place in the shade while the three of us went down the single-rider queue for Air. Joe got sent ahead, and amazingly Danny and I got seats next to each other. When I say seats, I say it in the generalised sense. They were seats in that you sat in them, but they were more like full-body harnesses. You sat down (avoiding an upsweep that threatened to perform an unplanned castration), pull a chest harness down, then the floor drops away six inches and you're rotated onto your stomach (and made to stare straight at the feet of the person in front who had been forced to remove their flip-flops) before it starts with a jerk and you kink through a tunnel before going up a long lift hill, down a small but scary (since you're on your stomach) drop, into a turn before down an even longer drop, rise, drop combo, through a barrel roll, round a steep turn, then onto your back for a drop, rise, flip, etc etc before you get back to the station and crawl up the steps on wobbly legs, buzzed out of your mind.
How was it for you?
Anyways, two trips on Air later (really... single rider queues... brilliant invention - 10mins for ride and queue, most of that spent walking from the end of the ride back round to the start) we decided to move on. We skipped Nemesis, because we weren't willing to queue for an hour, and I wasn't willing to risk being separated from Danny on it. I just wanted someone to hold my hand - it looks fucking scary. We went on a ride I think was called Blade - a rather vicious swinging ship, but you had to put your hands in the air, even though you wanted to be scrunching yourself up into a ball - before heading back along the path towards the log flume... possibly. The map was ambiguous about how to actually get to it. We did find a sort of crooked-house-cum-ghost-train-cum- laserquest where you went around in a ghost train shooting stuff. And we started doing that. But after about twenty seconds, when Danny's hand found its way inside my pants, my shooting (of the laser variety) became somewhat lackadaisical. I still scored higher than Joe or Laura though - not bad considering my eyes were closed as we kissed (that is, me and Danny. Sorry Joe, I'm not going to kiss you), and one hand was busy doing some fondling of my own. Danny managed to beat me though, but I think he probably had his eyes open (cheat). There was a photo of it on the screen when we came out. I do wonder how many people bought that picture - Danny did, and there were a crowd of fifteen year olds whispering and pointing behind us... I'm not sure if I've ever blushed so much. Luckily, on a day like that, it was probably just mistaken for sunburn.
Onwards, around the Congo River Rapids (where my shirt got soaked and Danny ended up with an embarrassing-looking splash on his shorts) and Runaway Mine Train (where I was thankful I had someone to sit next to - you got thrown about a bit, but with two people you were more wedged in) before we gave up on the idea of the log flume - too much effort to find the damn thing. Instead, we went back to Air, and the four of us spent half an hour queuing together for it, but... it was worth it. Then back through the (extensive) gardens, stopping briefly to take some photos, all the way past the mansion to the X-section. We left Laura sitting and ran up the long winding path towards Oblivion - not a single person queuing this time. Well, about six people inside the actual station building, but none on the (ridiculously lengthy) path. We arrived breathless and were quickly ushered onto the final ride of the day. Danny flashed me a grin as the car jerked into motion and started climbing the sixty degree incline, putting your back parallel to the ground. Last time, that had seemed like the scariest bit - didn't seem so bad this time round.
Then we got to the top (I waved to Laura, but I don't think she saw me) and it came to a stop looking down the vertical drop into a black pit. Shit. Shit shit shit. I will admit, I really did wish I could just get off.
"It wasn't this scary last time." I said. Danny just laughed at me.
We dropped.
I shut my eyes.
And screamed.