The Nurse, by mattbuck Part 9
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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.
We were back home before we'd had a chance to listen to three songs by Bruce Springsteen on Danny's CD player (I tried to make him go with Coldplay, but... didn't work). My parents had apparently decided to follow our example and go out somewhere for dinner - it was all I could do to stop Danny stripping before we even reached the front door. I dawdled, checking the post box, even though I knew it would be empty. By the time I reached the door, he was looking oddly like a cat trying to get into my mum's bedroom at three in the morning - paws scrabbling furiously, giving the occasional mournful wail (or in this case a "Maaaaaatt!"). The door stuck annoyingly when I tried to unlock it, and it took several kicks before I finally got it open. He was all over me as soon as we crossed the threshold, humping my ass as I bent slightly to relock. I reached behind, pulling him harder against me in the cold air of the lobby (though to be honest, calling it a lobby is a bit of an aggrandisement - it's a room about six by six with the front door and a cupboard with a load of candles and dusters in). In a way I felt incredibly stupid for wanting to make him wait when I could just let him take me right there in a fury of lust and passion. However, it was my first time - with anyone - and foolish as it was, I wanted it to be special. Not just for me either - I wanted to prove that... no, that's not quite right. What I wanted was to make it the best night of his life.
Until the second time.
I turned, letting his lips meet mine, pushing him back into the house proper. Our coats were shed before we'd even cleared the kitchen. His arms around me squeezed harder, lifting me off the ground as he set off towards the bathroom in that weird run/waddle you see on World's Strongest Man. It startled Smudge, who had been lying in the hallway, but took off running towards my parents' bedroom. Danny gave up carrying me when we came to the two steps leading to the hall outside the bathroom and my bedroom.
"Okay, I give up, you're too heavy. In future, you're carrying me."
"I'm really not sure I can carry ten stone of Danny."
"More like twelve."
"So... you're heavier than me and you're stronger than me, yet I have to be the one to carry you? Well, I'll give it a go, but no extra weight... that means you get naked Jones."
He dragged a finger along my jaw, followed by a kiss to my cheek.
"We'll do that later."
He went ahead into the bathroom, turning on the hot tap and putting in the plug. A bit of cold so we could get in... and he dumped about half a bottle of bubble bath in. I'd said lots of bubbles, I guess...
He turned his back to me, the shirt slipping off his back to a subtle ripple of shoulder muscles. Rippling? God, I sound like some sort of romance author. I watched entranced as he pushed his shoes off, bending over to remove his socks, tantalisingly wiggling at me. No boxers poking above the waist of his jeans... when the hell did he go commando? He had them at the coffee shop... I managed to get my shoes off standing staring. His hands moved to his waist, a button being undone, the noise of a zipper.
He turned round, moving to stand right in front of me barely an inch between our faces, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
I felt his jeans fall onto my sock-clad feet.
"God I love you," I whispered. His head twisted slightly and he moved that inch forward, pressing his body against me, our lips meeting softly, lustfully... it was beautiful.
He pulled back a few inches, raising his arms to undo the clasp of his necklace, letting it drop to the floor. He looked straight into my eyes, watching in case they might drop to look at... shall we say, other interesting facets of his anatomy... walking backwards and stepping into the tub, sitting down and batting some bubbles out of the way. A glistening foot rose from the white foam, delicately twisting the taps to off.
"Your turn."
It woke me out of my semi-trance.
"Huh?"
"Time to get naked for me. Dance Matty-boy, I want to enjoy this."
"You know I'll feel really stupid doing this."
"Yeah, but you'll look really hot. I'll give you something to dance to."
He bobbed his head a few times to some imaginary beat then started "Do do do-do do doo! Do do do-do do doo!" I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh come on, I can't strip to Five Colours."
"Sure you can, people do it all the time."
"No way." I thought a moment. "I'll do it to I Wanna Hold You though. Just you have to do Tom's bits." Hmm, that came out badly. Didn't realise that at the time. Guess we were rather preoccupied. Watching Danny "doing Tom's bits" would be rather fun, if a bit jealousy-inducing.
"Aww, do I have to be the fat one?"
"Well... if I pretend to be Tom, it'll be boring. I pretend to be you, and... well... I did kind of try it before."
A smirk stretched its way across his face.
"Go on then."
He started humming the opening bars, I turned my back to him and the dance began. Now, I don't really think I can adequately describe in prose how to do what I did, so instead, I've laid it out as a ten-step program which I tentatively call "mattbuck's Ten Step Stripping Program to Make You Feel Like a Complete Idiot But Have Your Hot Boyfriend Laugh His Cute Ass Off.", or mbTSSPMYFLCIBHHBLHCAO for short.
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Start with general getting into the beat with the intro
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Turn, undo shirt buttons up to "destroy the world for you"
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Pull shirt off shoulders for "broken hearted" pull off totally for "at your
feet", chuck away for "first I wanna hold you", lean over bath, sing
direct to face, plant kiss on cheek.
- During Tom's bit, bend over, wiggle/smack/rub arse, pull off socks,
attempt to remain balanced
- During "attention please", undo & remove trousers, fling off just
before start of guitar solo.
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During guitar solo, do air guitar, attempt not to fall into bath
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Realise there's only about thirty seconds of song left and you're not
naked yet
- Rush pushing thong down legs, look like an idiot when it gets stuck
around your ankles.
- Attempt to jive to whatever's left of song with one hand covering
yourself, refuse to remove said hand until you look like a puppet whose
back, arm and head strings have been cut as the final notes die out.
- Feel stupid and get into bath.
It's really that simple.
We'll pick it back up after I'd got into the bath, Danny had got his laughter under control and we'd got rid of some of the bubbles so we could actually see each other. The point at which toes suddenly start investigating the genitalia of the person opposite you. Or sometimes higher. A foot broke the surface in the small patch of clear water I had in front of me, running up my chest and rubbing under my chin. The amount of ink on his leg surprised me - I knew he had a star on his ankle because of my favourite poster (well, possibly joint favourite with the one Danny signed - this one is something I got from Top of the Pops magazine - the four of them in rather random white boxes. It's probably my favourite because of the bare feet which like it or not for me is really rather sexy. Danny's probably looked best, though Tom did have that star on one, which would be fun to lick... Yeah, I'm strange), but this... well, let's say that there isn't exactly much unadorned skin between his foot and his knee.
"When'd you get this?" The toe wiggled under my chin and his other foot started stroking somewhere rather pleasurable.
"Few months back. You like it?" That other foot started rubbing over my tip. Believe me, I'm not exactly the most vocal of people , but that... well, all I could manage to form as a reply was a sort of moan. He grinned. No, this was too much. I scrunched myself up, twisted round and moved the few feet so I was more or less sitting in his lap. Less really, because I didn't want to give him a dead leg. He circled his arms around me as I leant my head back, using his shoulder as a pillow (thinking of bath pillows - one of the McFly guys has one of those breast-shaped pillows - I think it's Dougie's). We lapsed into silence, content to just enjoy the company. Still very sexually charged (you should have felt what was poking me in the back), just... quiet. I listened to the gentle sound of his breathing, my head moving slightly with the expansion of his chest.
"You're hot." He said, breaking the silence.
"Did the sweat give it away?" I asked, gazing up at him, shaking slightly with silent laughter.
"That's not what I meant..." he said, reaching down and squeezing, sending a shudder of pleasure through me, "You, Matt, are hot."
A wave of water went over the side as I twisted to face him, my hands on each side of his legs.
"And you, Danny," I whispered, kissing the tip of his nose, "Are the most wonderful, sexy, romantic boyfriend anyone could ever ask to. You're also apparently blind, but no matter." I couldn't help the grin that split my face, probably any more than he could his. "You are the sweetest guy I've ever met, and most importantly, the guy I love." My lips met his. "And now, I really really want to fuck you."
His grin got wider. Five minutes later two wet towels were on the floor and I was finding out just how heavy Danny is when you're trying to carry him.