Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 00:55:48 +0100
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Nurse, Part 12

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

The previous 11 parts to this story are at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/boy-bands/the-nurse/


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.