Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 23:25:06 +0000
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: Dougie's Private Fantasy - Part 3

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.