Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:58:25 +0000
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Nurse, Part 8

The Nurse, by mattbuck
Part 8


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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.



      Danny woke me up the next morning - I wasn't exactly used to going to
sleep before about 2am, so it took me a while to drop off... even though we
didn't exactly try to go straight so sleep. Too much fun to be had kissing,
tasting, teasing, and emulating Dougie and Dave wotsisface from Son of
Dork. And of course lots of groping, finally going to sleep with pressed
flush against each other, his breath teasing the hair down the back of my
neck. That was pretty much how I woke up, except his morning glory was
nestled between my ass cheeks. No sex I'd said... well, I suppose
technically we were keeping to that... I turned my head so I could just see
his face out of the corner of my eye, simultaneously wriggling against him
to give him that slight bit of extra stimulation. Good thing he wasn't
short fused I guess. Or I suppose, if he was, he could always just lick it
off.

      He got up on one elbow, leaning in to touch his lips to mine. Chaste,
but undoubtedly the best "good morning" you could get. I smiled and rolled
onto my back, looking up into his eyes. Greeny-tourquoise? Mine used to be
blue but went some sort of green/grey sometime without me really
noticing. For that matter I used to be really slim then wasn't without
noticing either. Ah well, Danny seemed to like me enough as I was. Except
for... chest waxing. Shit. Not a particularly nice thought to enter your
head within two minutes of waking up. Is it really worth a chocolate fudge
cake? Danny lay back down beside and on top of me, gently grinding himself
against my leg while at the same time... well... let's just say he made
sure I didn't feel I was getting left out. It was a good distraction.

      "I think I heard your parents leave about a half hour ago. We're all
alone..."

      Teasing bastard. Too early.

      "Can't we just stay like this?"

      "Not if you want to go on our date."

      "I'll skip if you will."

      "No way." He smiled at me. "How about I give you a reason to get out
of bed?  Close your eyes."

      I smiled, and did as he asked. The mattress slanted as he wriggled
about. I got the feeling he was straddling me.

      "Fruppppp."

      The smell somehow reached me before the sound. I opened my eyes in
time to see Danny (butt naked) jumping off the end. I saw him turn round
and smack his arse before I dived (or is that dove?) under the covers to
try and escape the smell. I heard the door slam and laughter disappearing
down the corridor into the bathroom.  Oh well, may as well get up at that
point, and get dressed for my date. Get dressed for my date. Damn that
sounded good. I rummaged through the bag of clothes on my floor, still
packed from bringing them back from uni. Nice shirt with a picture of a
sunset, black fleece, my favourite black trousers and... oh why
not... Dougie's thong. Never worn before. Well, not for long. I did try it
on before. Once or twice. Just to see if it fitted. The fact I went
shopping in it is not the point here.

      Look, I had to check it would be comfortable being worn for a while,
didn't I?

      Smudge had apparently left his beanbag sometime during the night, and
Danny was still in the bathroom, so I went through to the kitchen to see
what could be done about breakfast. Bran flakes, Weetabix or sausage
rolls... Weetabix seemed to be the best choice there. Two bowls, spoons,
milk... Guess sometime in the past year or so, whatever breakfast cereals
I'd kept got thrown out. I was never much of a breakfast fan, and if I
wasn't awake for it anyway...

      I quite fancy a bowl of Frosties now, goddammit.

      Danny appeared after a few minutes, dressed pretty much as he had
been the previous night. Now, I know that for some reason to some authors
what McFly wear on their feet is very important. Therefore, I shall, in the
interests of your continued sanity tell you that he was wearing socks and
trainers. I don't know what sort of trainers they were, they were just
trainers. I was never into the whole "must have shoes by company X"
thing. Or with clothes generally for that matter. My clothes shopping gets
done mostly at Peacocks because they have the sort of trousers I like, and
usually some colourful shirts, though they've been slacking on that
recently. God knows where my sunset shirt came from. My parents gave it to
me as a birthday present.



      Anyway, skip ahead a bit, past breakfast, trying to persuade Danny he
did not need to have a bath in deodorant to smell nice (none would be fine,
maybe even preferable, in my book. Not enough data to know at that point. I
know now, though), brushing teeth and all that crap. Let's skip to Danny
driving us into a carpark in Nailsea (it's a little town, a few miles from
the coast - does great fish and chips and has a Greggs, so it's good. The
market's a bit shit though). Happened to be the only place I knew that had
some sort of beauty salon. Well, it's a tanning shop I think, but...

      "'Scuse me, but do you do chest waxing here?" He asked. The shop
smelt faintly of coconuts. The oil thereof, I supposed. I remembered some
article I'd read as part of my English GCSE mocks - something about tanning
vampires. The tanning booths did rather look like coffins...

      "We do, would you like to make an appointment, sir?" How very
professional.  Blonde girl. She knew who he was, he knew she knew. She
doubtless didn't know he knew she knew. Or something. I'm not going to get
into that whole Monica/Chandler vs Rachel/Phoebe "but they don't know we
know they know we know they know we know they know we know..."

      "How much to get it done now... Michelle?" Sheesh. Reminded me of
Catch Me If You Can. Charm to the point where people fall over themselves
to help you.  Fame has its advantages I guess, even if it does make it
harder to have a boyfriend.

      Whispered negotiations.

      "Right this way, sirs."

      A fairly small room at the back, something that looked like a
strangely disturbing cross between a dentist's chair and a vet's table.

      "If you'd like to lie down and take your shirt off sir, I'll be back
in a few minutes." She walked out again leaving the two of us alone
together.

      "So... I was thinking I'd go do a bit of shopping while you get this
done."

      "No you don't." I wasn't letting him get away that easily.

      "Why not?"

      "Let me put it this way - the more time you spend holding my hand,
the less time I spend later trying to strangle you."

      He laughed. And he kept laughing until my nails almost drew blood.
What happened the next twenty to thirty minutes I really don't want to go
into detail about.  Suffice to say waxing hurts like hell, and that Danny's
hand from hurt for a few hours after. Michelle seemed to enjoy it. Damn
sadists. Still, over within half an hour... and I got some melts to cheer
me up, since it was roughly lunchtime... maybe more brunch or that meal
between breakfast and brunch. Or maybe something between breakfast and
breakfast and brunch. Breakfah probably describes it. Though since I have
breakfast at about three usually, it was maybe more of a midnight snack.
Anyway, we were soon on our way out of Nailsea, taking the back roads
towards Clevedon, me navigating. I navigate for my parents usually -
started when we went on holiday in '97 to Bournemouth - started as "I want
to do this" has now become more "I want to keep the front seat". Given a
chance I'd have driven instead of Danny, but I only get insured on their
car for holidays. It would keep the local wildlife a lot safer I feel. You
know, it took me about four attempts to pass my driving test, yet Danny
passed first time... he must have had a very lenient examiner.



      Anyway, a quick geography lesson for you all (that is geography as in
where somewhere is, not all the tropical rainforests and tertiary
industries crap that's taught now). Clevedon is a seafront town (51ø 26' N,
2ø 51' W) in North Somerset.  Main attractions include the oldest working
cinema in the UK and a pier. There's also an osteopath there which I really
don't want to go near ever again. Oh, and a lot of nice tea rooms. Danny
parked near the pier, and we got out into the (frankly freezing) December
air. We stood by the railings, looking out over the sea. A warm hand
covered mine - I looked at him, returning his smile. He planted a single
kiss on my lips, yet it was possibly the most romantic kiss I'd ever
experienced. Our lips were about an inch apart, our breath creating a cloud
between us.

      "I love you."

      There was something about hearing him say that I could just never get
enough of. I returned his kiss, looking into his beautiful eyes. I still
couldn't come up with a good colour for them - they weren't blue, but
weren't green either.  Definitely not tourquoise. A simple kiss... like
when Neo first kisses Persephone in The Matrix Reloaded, only meeting with
more approval.

      "I love you too."

      He took my hand in his and we walked off up the hill, grinning from
ear to ear.



      Our walk ended up lasting two rather cold hours. We walked all the
way along the Clevedon seafront, then around Poet's Walk (where Danny made
us stop for about ten minutes, inside a bush, to, as he put it, "conserve
body heat". Ten minutes of us both wearing the same jacket had some fun
consequences), before indulging in a game of crazy golf (we gave up on one
hole after about thirty tries each.  You couldn't get enough power on the
ball to get it up a hill without it bouncing out of bounds at the top) and
finally we ended up sitting in Scarlett's caf‚ by the pier. A nice large
mug of coffee each (though the mugs weren't designed to be picked up easily
- too short and fat with a tiny handle - you had a choice of an aching
middle finger or burnt hands) and some sticky chocolate cake. Perfect. No
ice cream though, so it didn't count as Danny paying off his debt. We
joked, we talked, Danny started trying to rub my crotch with a foot. I
teased him, sucking the chocolate off my fingers (wishing I could suck it
off his too, or maybe somewhere more intimate). I put a hand into my lap to
stroke his foot and rearrange myself so my excitement was a bit less
obvious.  All the while, we were talking as if nothing were going on. It
was a game.

      He got up, and went through the door into the bathroom, I followed a
moment later, wrapping my arms around him and grinding against his arse as
he stood in front of the urinal.

      "Come to help me hold it?"

      "Nooo," I said, pushing a hand inside the front of his jeans, kissing
his ear, "Just to say how fucking hot you are and to remind you how much
fun you'll be having tonight." I squeezed his now-hard cock, grinning at
the effect some simple groping had on him. "Don't take too long," I teased,
kissing his cheek and leaving the bathroom. It was about ten minutes before
he came back.

      "Bastard," he grinned.



      It was about seven by the time we pulled into the Failand Inn
carpark.  It was amazing, roughly twelve years of living in the area and
yet somehow I'd never been to this one before. Still, I remembered my
parents saying sometime it did good food, so it seemed like the best
option. It was on the way anyway. I will admit, my parents were definitely
right - the food was delicious. Between us, thirty two ounces of steak and
chips vanished, and two large slices of hot chocolate fudge cake (with ice
cream) appeared in their stead. Behind me a scraping of chairs announced
the only other patrons in the room leaving. Privacy. Time to enjoy
things... Danny was obviously thinking the same thing as me, because as
soon as they were out of sight, he came round and plonked himself on the
chair right next to me. He grabbed my plate, picked up my fork and grinned
at me,

      "Open wide!" There is something distinctly cool about having your
boyfriend feed you hot chocolate fudge cake (and the reverse of course -
you have to be fair with these things, though I think he got more than me
somehow... greedy, sexy bastard) in public, even if there is no one around
to see it.

      "So... does this make up for the waxing?" He asked. Tricky. It was
great cake after all.

      "Didn't you say something about a kiss as well as cake? One now, and
you can make up the rest later"

      He didn't waste time, his lips were almost instantly against mine.
It's an experience - kissing someone with a mouthful of chocolate cake and
ice cream. I'm not quite sure whether to recommend it or not. It makes the
kiss itself a bit awkward, but... cleaning the leftover chocolate off his
face was certainly fun. He flung an arm round me, pulling me close,
whispering huskily,

      "You know, they have rooms here, if you don't fancy leaving..." A
hand ran along my leg, ending with a gentle squeeze. God it was tempting to
just say yes. But no, not quite yet... make him wait a bit more... more fun
for us both...

      "What I was thinking," I whispered back, one hand moving under his
shirt to rub his stomach, "Was a nice hot bath with lots of
bubbles... ending with you and me... very naked... in my bed... doing all
those things that... well...  you'll have to find out, won't you?"

      He got up. "I'll go pay."