Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 10:53:37 +0100
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: Pattycake - Part 2

Pattycake, by mattbuck
Part 2 of 4

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Other stories I've written can be found on my website, in the fiction
section http://mattbuck.sixwinter.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.


      Finally on the first plane, row seat, my new friend taking the
window, claiming he liked to see where he was going. As if you could on a
jetliner. Flying a Cessna maybe, but a 737? I think not. As the engines
roared and we rolled down the runway, his hand sought mine, squeezing
tightly as we took to the air. I placed my other hand over his,
      "Danny?" He looked back at me, wincing almost.
      "I hate this bit."
      I smiled sympathetically, wanting to hug him until he forgot the
fear.  Goddamn seatbelts....
      "Ever been to Alton Towers?"
      "What?"
      "Alton Towers, you know, the theme park."
      "No... why?"
      "I went there about... five years ago now I guess." I
started. "Anyway, I went on Oblivion - you know, the world's first vertical
roller coaster. It hangs you over the drop for a few seconds, and you hear
the words, 'Don't look down'. That's meant to be the scariest bit of the
ride, but it's not. For me, the scariest bit was the first hill - when you
feel yourself go up so steeply, and you know there's no going back. After
that... the rest of the ride was just... easy."
      "I don't have a problem with the rest of the... ride. Just this bit."
He brightened. "Or maybe I just like the attention." He grinned and stuck
out his tongue at me. I couldn't help but laugh, and gave him an
affectionate punch.
      "God... how the hell do the rest of the band put up with you?"
      "I'm too sexy to be hated."
      "Oh come on - everyone knows Tom's the sexy one in the band, you're
the ugly one who's only liked for the music."
      "Tom the sexy one? Fat one more like."
      "And if I happen to think his waistline's sexier?"
      "Easy - I'll put on a few pounds and lock Tom up in a cupboard until
you say I'm sexier," he said, sticking his tongue out at me again.

      I watched him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in
concentration as he finished whatever he was writing. It was kinda cute. I
think I used to do the same actually... no matter. He looked up from his
work as I entered the room.
      "Morning."
      "Hey," I half-groaned, still not quite awake. "Where's Patty?"
      "She said she had to go do something in the city. Cereal's here,
milk's back in the fridge."
      "Thanks," I said, walking out to the kitchen, the lino cold against
my bare feet.  I poured myself a coffee from the simmering pot, and
wandered back to the dining room with the milk. My mind went to all the
pictures I'd seen of Patty on this table...  there was that suspender set,
and that fishnet set... that one was nice. Not a great choice for breakfast
- Special K or standard cornflakes (what happened to standard K?). I poured
myself a bowl of the special, and looked over at Danny. He was now
addressing an airmail envelope.
      "What you sending?"
      "Just a postcard back to the guys. Dougie hates mornings when there's
nothing but bills and credit card offers. You gonna send any to your
parents?"
      I laughed, "They don't even know I'm here. I mean, how do you explain
you're staying with a pornstar and making friends with one of the most
famous people in pop?"
      "You know Michael Jackson?"
      "That's not even funny. He should be locked up. Jail or an asylum, I
don't care. Just kept away from everyone."
      "Okay, okay. Calm down mate."
      "Sorry. I'm still pissed he got off. I refuse to believe he's
innocent."
      "Me too."
      I ate in silence for a while as Danny finished with his envelope and
started playing with the placemats, making a house of cards. It was our
third morning here now, and somehow I'd managed to stop myself climbing
into his bed at night. Still, at least I was comfortable around him now - I
can't help but feel I must have been almost a gibbering wreck when we first
met, but he just said it was cute.
      "Fancy going for a walk?" The question seemed rather out of the blue,
I'd have thought he'd be more interested in going through the photos Patty
had told us about that had never been published for one reason or
another. Still, fresh air's as good a way as any to wake up.
      "Anywhere in particular?"
      "Map says there's a park a few blocks away. What d'ya reckon?"
      "Sounds good to me. Just let me get some shoes."
      I cleared my breakfast stuff away, and after a few minutes was back
downstairs, and pretty quickly we were outside, Danny borrowing the
backdoor keys and leaving a note. The streets we walked through were pretty
quiet, and it didn't take too long until we'd found a bench next to a small
lake, complete with a flock (or is that a fleet? Flotilla?) of ducks. We
just sat quietly, watching the world go by, several sets of parents
watching closely as their children fed the ducks with pre-packed, sliced,
white bread.
      "Matt, do you think I'm attractive?"
      I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that - I wasn't sure what he
was after.
      "Well... have you never read the magazines or fansites?"
      "Don't think that was what I asked Matty-boy," he laughed, "Do YOU
think I'm hot?"
      Bastard. Can't a guy give a nice vague answer anymore?
      "Well... yeah."
      "And, given the chance, would you like to have sex with me?"
      Fuck. Rumbled? Maybe. I looked into his eyes, trying to work out what
he knew. He knew. No chance of bluffing then...
      "It's that obvious?"
      He didn't say anything, just kept staring into my eyes, wanting
something more. A proper confession then.
      "Yes, if you offered, I'd love to get in bed with you - you've got a
great personality and you're incredibly hot. But I'd never do anything
unless you told me you wanted it. I'm... sorry I guess."
      He kept staring at me, then put his arm around my shoulders and
squeezed slightly, comforting. "Just as long as you can be honest, it's
fine. Never deny what you feel, even if it can only ever be a dream." He
paused a moment. "You're a good guy, Matt. Don't change, not for anyone."
Again, a few moments silence, then, brightening. "Anyway, I'm going round
this lake, you coming?"
      It took a few moments to get myself together enough to agree and get
up off that bench that had so nearly spelled the undoing of a friendship I
cared so much about, after only a few days. We walked mostly in silence, as
I wasn't really able to get my thoughts together properly yet. There was
relief that he didn't really care that I had a crush on him, but also
sadness that he'd said it could only ever be a dream. I think I preferred
it before we went for a walk.


      *****


      We touched down at O'Hare International about five minutes behind
schedule, and began the loathsome two-hour wait before our flight home. I
really can't stand those goddamn plastic pieces of crap they call chairs. I
swear they design them purposely to rub against my tailbone no matter where
I sit. Though maybe that was just because I had eleven-odd stone of sexy
popstar perched on my lap. The fact that he could have sat on either side
of me made no difference, apparently my chair was the only one he wanted,
and if I happened to be in the way, tough. Still, I wasn't going to
complain - he wiggled delightfully on me, keeping me excited, and of course
I couldn't let that go without wrapping my arms around him and having one
accidentally on-purpose massaging the crotch of his jeans. Still, he had to
pay some penalty, thus, he got to listen to me moan about the chair.
      "Ever thought of finding another seat that you won't complain about?"
      "Kind of hard with you sitting on me."
      "I think I like it hard. [Wiggle]" Oh Danny, Danny... god that arse
felt good.  Last night... well... getting to make love to that sweet behind
was incredible. Time of my life. And we'd had only had four days. Four days
since that fateful walk...

      "You seen a toilet anywhere?" I asked. It was almost the first thing
I'd said since... well, since.
      "Don't remember one. But there's a load of bushes over there."
      "Great. Oh well, back in a few minutes." I wandered off over the
grass, avoiding the few sunbathers. None of them were remotely comparable
to Danny, and since he'd said no... I guess I needed a few minutes alone,
even if just to piss. Some time where I didn't have to see his face if I so
much as turned. I tramped through some undergrowth, dry twigs snapping
underfoot. I guess maybe it's better to know how things stand than to live
for a dream you can never achieve... I don't know. I was happy
dreaming. Nothing ventured, nothing gained? I can't view things that
way. For me, it's more 'nothing ventured, nothing lost'. So many things
have gone fucked up with my attempts at relationships, I guess it turned me
into a coward. What deep thoughts for a piss, I laughed to myself as I did
my fly back up. Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me as strong arms
encircled me. Someone pressed themselves against my back. I turned my head
to see who my attacker was, and saw
      "Danny? But -"
      His lips were suddenly against mine, kissing hungrily, one hand now
holding my head while the other stroked my belly. By the time he stopped, I
felt like I was melting in his arms.
      "Wow."

      We'd walked back to Patty's house holding hands, not really caring
what people thought of us. Apart from occasionally stealing glances at each
other, we got on pretty much as normal, and watched Patty romp around on
her bed, slowly stripping out of a black negligee (but as ever keeping
everything covered. For the camera anyway. We saw what happened between the
shots). We went to bed at the same time, which was a first - we'd somehow
avoided it, maybe knowing it might reveal more to the other than we'd
wanted. Now, it didn't matter. At least, that was what I was trying to tell
myself. But what if he thought I was fat, or didn't like my body for some
other reason? Dreams are safe - you don't fail to impress the hot guy/girl,
you go back to your house and fuck like rabbits before the cast of Baywatch
appear at your front door and start a giant orgy. Reality, though...
      I got to the bathroom first, which mean at least I could be in bed by
the time Danny would be back in the room with me. That was the plan
anyway. A pretty good one I thought. So, obviously, it was doomed to
failure. He was waiting for me, just dressed in jeans, when I got back to
the bedroom. I'd seen his body in pictures before, but... god it was
hot. The bare feet were certainly a plus as well. I'd have gone down on
hands and knees and started worshipping him, but that would probably have
put me out of his graces, so I put that on hold.
       He walked over to me, put his arms around me and kissed me gently. I
wasn't quite sure what to do with my hands at first, but as he took me, I
let myself rest them on his warm back, one almost stroking his (oh so
sweet) ass. I was living a dream.
      The kiss ended, but we stayed locked in the embrace, content in
ourselves. I wasn't sure how far I wanted to go tonight, but Danny took the
decision for me, kissing my cheek and whispering, "goodnight Matt" in my
ear before padding out the door to the bathroom. I heard him come back a
few minutes later, a rustle of clothes, then the sound of sheets being
pulled up.
      "Sweet dreams," I whispered softly.