Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 20:07:23 +0100
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: Pattycake - Part 1

Pattycake, by mattbuck
Part 1 of 4

All comments are appreciated - email tsunami@london.com

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.


      We sat together in the airport, and I still couldn't believe who I
was sitting next to. Of all the... He brushed against my hand, so I took
hold and squeezed gently.  He smiled at me, and I smiled back. God he was
hot - those pictures I'd seen scarcely did him justice.
      I guess you're probably wondering exactly how we met up. Strangely,
we met through the internet, but not like any other internet
relationship. We didn't join a forum together, chat on MSN, then agree to
meet up. Far from it. Before last week, I'd never so much as known his
email address. He was just another cute guy I'd never get my hands
on. Now... I let go his hand, after all we were in the middle of the bible
belt, and they tend to frown upon same-sex relationships. Heck, they frown
upon anything other than strictly missionary position, and then try to
legislate that across the rest of the union. Boring old sods.
      Like I said, we met because of the internet. Back at Easter, I'd
entered a competition on pattycakeonline.com (it's... well... a porn site)
to go stay a week with the star (what? She's a hot, cute blonde) and watch
any photoshoots she did in that week (look, stop questioning my motives,
k?). There would be two winners, who would be notified by email. I'd
entered simply on a "what the heck" thought, and...  well, come June, I got
an email telling me I'd won. I was amazed. Now fast forward, past the
numerous security checks and I'm finally getting to the airport terminal -
ah, there they are - I could see Patty and some guy standing there, holding
up a board with "PATTYCAKE" written in large letters. I went over and
introduced myself, presuming the guy was the second winner.
      "Hey, nice to meet you Matt. This is my boyfriend, Nigel. We're just
waiting for the second winner." Patty'd said to me. I turned and scanned
the terminal for someone making their way towards us... I... no.... it
couldn't be... he was the winner? Holy shit... And he was going to be
staying in the same house as me for a week....
      "Hey, I'm..." he started introducing himself, but I already knew who
he was.  Possibly the most gorgeous guy in existence, to my mind at any
rate. Sexiness incarnate. The hottest guy in pop musi...
      "...And this is Matt, the other winner." Patty finished.
      "Hey," he greeted me, smiling. His blue eyes seemed to be boring deep
into my soul, I could barely manage to shake his hand and reciprocate the
greeting. God he was gorgeous, and that aftershave...
      We were led out to a black limo waiting out front in the warm Atlanta
sun, and our bags dumped in the boot. I got in first... oh god, he was
sitting next to me, Patty across from us. I vaguely remember going over the
groundrules (we would NOT be screwing Patty, but otherwise could do pretty
much whatever we liked), but my senses were too overwhelmed by the guy next
to me.


      *****


      "Hey, come on Matt, time to go." He said, giving my hand another
squeeze.  Back at Atlanta International, or whatever the fuck it was
called. British Airways to London Heathrow (via Chicago), then... well, I
hadn't thought that far ahead. All I cared about was that for the next
roughly 12 hours I'd be next to my new-found lover.  Though actually it
would be seventeen hours if you corrected for the timezones... But twelve
real hours anyway. And in that time a one hour flight, two hours waiting at
O'Hare (I remember always loving that airport on Microsoft Flight Simulator
- coming in at night in a learjet...), and then a nine hour overnight trip
back home. Oh I hate long flights. I mean, going by boat... would take a
week or more. A week spent in a cabin with His Sexiness... oh yes please.
      But not that day. Maybe some time in the future, when he gets some
more time away from McFly (apparently he'd had to do a lot just to get this
week away - they were working on a new album he said). But anyway, nine
hours sitting in a nasty chair being kicked in the back by some demented
toddler versus a week on a large boat in a nice cabin. Especially if we
shared...


      "Aaand here's your room," Patty said in that gorgeous Irish-American
accent.  "Sorry, there's only one guest bedroom, are you two ok with
sharing?"
      "Fine by me," he'd said, looking at me.
      "Yeah... fine," was all I could summon the strength to say. The
thought of spending a week in the same room with him... Exquisite torture.
      "Okay, I'll leave you to get settled in for now. Bathroom's just down
the hall to the right, I'll give you the full tour later." She smiled
brightly and went off down the corridor, leaving me alone with him. I
almost wanted to scream for her not to go - he somehow both terrified and
enticed me. I'd never thought I'd be this starstruck, but then, if he found
out what I'd written about him in the past... I'd heard that Tom just
played on it, so maybe he'd be ok...
      "You know who I am, right?" He asked me.
      "Yeah. I'd hoped I'd meet you at Nottingham in October... didn't
really expect to see you here."
      "Hey, I expected some fat American pervert, so" (god that accent was
gorgeous) "I'm good with it."
      We started unpacking, me casting glances at him, god he was hot. That
brown hair to his eyes, tight T-shirt, jeans slipping down his gorgeous
ass... oh fuck yes.
      "Do you like the band?"
      "Whuh?"
      "McFly - do you like us?"
      "Uh, yeah, you're pretty hot... uh, cool... whatever."
      "Well thankyouverymuch." (How Elvis).
      "So, uh... when'd you get into Patty?"
      "Few weeks before they announced the competition, you?"
      "Uh... bit over a year ago, eighteen months maybe? Probably longer,
but I never got a pass until then."
      "You weren't eighteen when you got a pass then?"
      "Nope. But then does anyone pay attention to the eighteen plus
signs?"
      "Know I didn't," he grinned widely, showing his perfectly white
teeth. I had a flash of me grabbing his necklace and using it to pull him
into a passionate kiss with his hands roaming down to squeeze my ass... but
no. Can't just go kissing people in hopes they're inclined that way. At
least not while you have to share a room with them.