Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 13:28:30 +0100
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: Pattycake - Part 3

Pattycake, by mattbuck
Part 3 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.


      Last flight, only nine hours... nine goddamn hours before I could say
I was nearly home. Still, good company is everything (I think Queen said
that, or something similar), and I was pretty certain I had the best
company anyone could wish for.  Unless you want to travel with Paris
Hilton, in which case you're insane and should be locked up for life. I'm
surprised there isn't a Paris Hilton Farm Sex tape yet. Or something like
that anyway.
      I digress. The seatbelt sign had just been turned off, and I stood to
stretch my legs. Danny had managed to fall asleep sometime during our
climb, and was snoring lightly, head against the wall. I couldn't get over
how... cute? sweet, maybe, he looked like that, his brown hair in all
directions, his face so placid... I reached out a hand, stroking it slowly
down his cheek. He twitched slightly, looking a bit like the rabbit I used
to have as a pet... I smiled, and pulled out a book from my bag, before
sitting down again. I guess he was giving it some time before trying out
his idea.

      I woke first that morning, and dressed quietly, before just sitting
on my bed watching the gorgeous being inhabiting the bed next to me. So
beautiful...
      A twitch. A mutter. A groan. A flicker of eyelids. The sleeper
awaketh.
      "Hey." I said.
      "Hmmh? Whuh? Oh... hey."
      I wasn't quite sure what to do - I wanted to be over there, touch
him... fuck, get into bed with him. Hmm. I mean that as in "get into bed
with him", not "fuck, then get into bed", though fucking him would be
fucking brilliant. That is, I mean... oh, forget it.
      "Good dreams?"
      He scrunched his face up, as if thinking were the hardest task in the
world.  This long awake... it probably was.
      "Umm... fun dreams." He grinned, running a tongue over those sweet
lips...  God, he knew what I wanted, he was playing me like his guitar. I
swear his solos look like he's cumming from playing... God, I'd love him to
cum from playing me...
      I leant forward, entranced by him, gradually craning further and
further forwards before I suddenly found myself on all fours on the
floor. Brought me back to reality though, and to Danny laughing. I crawled
over to him, and climbed up on the bed so I was lying on top of him,
looking down, the view partially obscured by my hair (I really should get a
haircut).
      "I'm naked under this, you know," he said, grinning.
      "So?" My lips touched his softly
      "You want to see me naked?" He giggled,
      I stroked my chin. "Hmm... yes." That sounded a bit like Martin
Freeman - you know, he was in Hitchikers'.
      He grinned again - I lifted myself up off the bed to let him slide
the sheet down to his waist. His hands quickly moved to my shirt buttons,
and I was soon lying on him, bare chest against bare chest, kissing him
happily. I could feel him through the sheets... I couldn't wait for the
moment I'd see him truly, kneel down and...
      A knock at the door.
      "Hey, guys, come on, I'm shooting in twenty minutes." Damn you Patty.
      "Maybe later," Danny whispered.


      *****


      "Come on, let's do it now."
      I looked up from my book at the cutie leaning over.
      "Do what?" I teased, knowing full well what he meant. What he'd
whispered as we passed security at O'Hare. What I wanted too.
      "Well..." he said, a hand now on my chest, moving lower, his mouth
against my ear as he whispered, "We get in the same toilet, we take off our
clothes, and then... find out what it's like to cum at five thousand feet."
He nibbled on my ear lobe and I knew I was his.
      "Come on then."
      I got up willingly, and followed him down the aisle. Luckily the
toilets were fairly private and mercifully unattended by bimbo flight
attendants. He chose one, and we squashed together to get inside and close
the door. I could feel him, even through overly-baggy jeans he wore. As
soon as the lock clicked, we were kissing like there was no tomorrow,
clothes being shed quickly as we tried to find bare flesh to caress.  My
shirt hung open, my lips kissing the nape of his neck as he struggled to
get his T- shirt over his head in the cramped confines. Over his shoulder,
kissing his armpit, moving down the side of his chest, I sank to the toilet
seat, my hands fumbling with his belt, wanting, oh so wanting...
      A hand on my cheek, as his other helped me undo the belt, I managed
to undo the buttons and zip in my own, and buried my face in the front of
his boxers, breathing deeply, loving the scent of not-so-recently-washed
popstar. Maybe I should try giving him a tonguebath. I smiled, nuzzling
against the tent, teasing him, but I couldn't do it for long - I was so
fucking horny, I had to get something to suck on. I pulled down his boxers,
running my fingers through the coarse brown hair as my tongue traversed the
bottom of his cock, loving the taste, wondering whether I could still taste
my own cum on him from last night. Pity I'll never get to be fucked by you
I mumbled into his cock.
      "What'd you say?" He heard that? Wow.
      "Pity I'll never get fucked by you."
      "That's for tonight."
      "You can fuck someone two hundred miles away?"
      "No way, babe. You're coming home with me."
      "And no one will mind?"
      "Pay for your pizza. Not as if we need an extra bed."
      "You just earned the right for anything in bed."
      His eyes shone. "Anything?"
      "No holds barred, whatever you want."
      "I'm dreaming already." I smirked, and started sucking him properly,
bobbing my head up and down his shaft, still amazed I could do this
to... well... fantasy guy number one. His hands moved to the back of my
head, controlling me. I didn't care, I'd said I'd do anything, and I
would. Fuck bed, anytime, anywhere. Now. Oh so now.  I let my fingers slide
back between his legs, one staying to fondle his balls while the other
strayed closer and closer to that asshole that I'd loved so much last
night. I pushed a finger inside, heard Danny groan, felt his hands
controlling my head become more insistent. I licked, sucked,
teased... Every trick in the book (who wrote that book anyway, and what's
the title?). He groaned, and his balls started pulling up closer to his
body. I wiggled my finger up his arse, and gulped down the warm cum as it
spurted from his cock, buried deep down my throat. He leant back against
the wall of the toilet, his tongue slowly tracing his lips.
      "So?" I asked
      He just looked confused. "So... how does it feel to cum at five
thousand feet?"
      "Oh... right. It's... fuck mate." He dropped to his knees, and
started sucking me off in return.

      We'd just kissed again, sitting together on my bed at Patty's place,
our final full day in America. Just back from the park - we'd made a habit
out of it. We hadn't gone any further than simply kissing, but... he was
amazing. Our lips touched again, his hands guiding my head, mine stroking
his chest through the white t-shirt.
      "Oops."
      Patty. Damn.
      Our lips parted, a thread of saliva momentarily joining us, before
snapping and dangling off Danny's chin.
      "Is there anything I can do for you today?" Patty asked, still
slightly shocked I think. Still, she wasn't chucking us out, which was
good...
      "Um... not that I can think of." I replied, slightly shaken. Danny
though... had a glint in his eye.
      "Can we use your bed tonight?"
      That I didn't expect. I didn't expect Patty to say yes either,
but... she just grinned at us. Danny turned to me.
      "Tonight, Matty-boy... time of your life." He pushed me back, lying
on me and kissing again as I thought of what we could do with a night on
Patty's bed...