Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 00:40:07 +0100
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: The Nurse, Part 5

The Nurse, by mattbuck
Part 5

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

Special thanks to Ed and PoynterJones for proofreading.

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.


      That morning, I was awake first. It was a moment before I realised
quite who it was I was holding, his soft brown hair tickling my chin. I
tried not to stir, not to disturb him, not wanting to ever let him go. I
let myself relax, basking in the sensation. The sweet perfume of his hair;
the warmth of his breath against my chest; the slight twitch of fabric
against my leg, caused by the... hmm, maybe I'll leave that to your
imagination. Fun dreams it seemed anyway.

      Hmm, maybe I did want to wake him. Or see how much of a heavy sleeper
he was. I threaded a hand through his hair, kissing his forehead gently. He
tensed slightly, then relaxed, a sigh escaping his pursed lips. My other
hand slowly released him to lie on his back, then traced a line down his
chest to the elasticated waist of his boxers. I contemplated having a
grope, but decided that would be best left for when he was awake,
contenting myself with rubbing circles on his stomach, while leaning over
to touch his lips to mine.

      A touch on my leg - I froze. A hand slowly working its way up from my
knee, moving to the back of my thighs, onto my boxers and...

      A squeeze. I pouted. The first person to grope my arse and he didn't
even have the decency to be awake.

      Or did he? A grin was forming on his face. Cheeky bastard. My lips
met his again, this time a eliciting a response. And another squeeze of my
arse. I laughed, rolling onto my back beside him, then tensing when I felt
which hard object that left his hand on.

      "Shall I?" He asked with a teasing lift of his eyebrows. I didn't
reply, merely licking my right index finger, running it along his jawline,
while moving my other hand to cover his, pushing down to make sure he knew
what I wanted. A squeeze, oh yeah that felt nice. I gently caressed his
cheek, noticing the slight stubble that had grown during the night. His
chest was totally smooth though, would be perfect to drag my tongue along,
tracing down, down... I rolled over, swinging a leg over him, pressing my
body against his side. If it happened to put pressure somewhere
sensitive... that was just accidental good fortune. Honest.

      "And what do you want to do to me then?"

      Suggestive eyebrow wiggle. So cute.

      "Was thinking I should give you a kiss," I breathed, my lips edging
closer to his. One hand brushed the hair out of my eyes as our lips met
(maybe I should get a haircut... been about eighteen months since my last
one), then wandered down my back, finally resting on my ass again. His blue
eyes were half-lidded as my tongue slipped into his mouth, tracing over his
perfect white teeth. You do wonder sometimes if they have to use bleach or
something to get them that white. Maybe some day I'll get round to asking
him. But for me, that's not important. What is is that he's the
guy... well... the guy. And... when your lips meet his... well... it's like
the Stereophonics said... you make me feel like the one. Forget your
troubles, forget your fears, forget your name. Forget all but the gentle
caress of his lips against yours.

      That was when Danny's stomach told us it was time to get up.




      The first task for the day was to let the hall office know Danny was
here so he could actually get dinner, not that that's much cop. Breakfast
is crap, though I'm never up in time for that anyway. Lunch is either good
or there are sandwiches available to take away, so I tend to go to that,
coming back with a cup of orange juice, an apple and a pack of ham salad
sandwiches. It's odd, on trains I only eat tuna sandwiches, but in halls I
rarely eat anything but ham salad. There was once I had "Balti Crunch"
sandwiches... a word of advice to you all - do not repeat my mistake.
Still, some food is usually better than no food. Unless it's moussaka. God
I hate that stuff.

      We'd missed hall breakfast by about an hour (I think I've been to
breakfast three times this year, though that's more an indication of me
skipping nine o'clock lectures than... I'm not quite sure. I don't like
being awake for it anyway), so walked into Beeston to get some food. I will
say, having a Greggs bakery pretty close is ideal, though I do wish I could
set up a daily delivery. They do these gorgeous sausage and baked bean
melts. Like Danny in pastry form, but somewhat less cuddly. We sat on the
white marble surrounding Beeston square's monument to eat, (I never quite
worked out what it was or what exactly it was commemorating. It just looks
like...  well... an eight foot tall marble cock. It makes a slight talking
point, but...), just talking.

      We went shopping, not that there's much to shop for in
Beeston. Except those weird wooden snails I described before. Danny's gaze
lingered on two guitars in a pawn shop - God knows how many guitars he has
at home, but not enough apparently.  He did notice the butcher's on the
high street - one G. Hogg by name, which amused me the first time I went
past it. We did get back to halls in time to have another lunch (chicken
and mushroom pie - not bad by the standards). The afternoon was spent...
wait for it... no we did not have sex I'll thank you - it wasn't even a day
since our first kiss. Where was I... Oh yeah, the afternoon was spent with
Danny trying to teach me to play the guitar. He insisted I try since Tom
had dyed his hair and thus looked even more like me (he claimed) meaning
that he could maybe stuff Tom in a cupboard and get me to replace him
for... well, until someone got Tom out of the cupboard really. Apparently
the fact that I can't sing wasn't a bad thing because it would look
suspicious if Tom suddenly learnt how to AND looked slightly different.




      I'm sure you know how visits are. There's a lot of time spent doing
very little, and that isn't really memorable, or worth writing about in
detail. I don't know if I really want to bore you with details of our
discussions on whether Britney Spears should be executed or merely
tortured. We went to the bar after dinner for a while, until the first of
the Campus 14 groups came around (it's on Wikipedia if you want to look it
up), when it gets way too busy, loud and hot. Hence why I tend to never go
near the hall bar on Fridays and Saturdays. I did notice that before we
left, Danny went up to Ed and whispered something in his ear. Quite what
I've never found out - Danny just smirks, and Ed denies it ever
happened. Whatever it was, Ed rushed out of the bar, leaving Danny
chuckling into his pint of Strongbow (I will be thankful - Danny is
apparently NOT a Carlsberg drinker. This, to me, is a good thing, because
like people who use AOL by choice, anyone, in my opinion, who actually
likes Carlsberg has no right to an opinion on anything).

      So, it was back in my room, watching a movie on my pc (Atomic Train,
if you care. A train carrying a Russian nuke crashes and blows up Denver),
when I asked the question that I both longed for and feared the answer to.

      "Why me?"

      We were sitting on my bed, cuddling, my head resting on his chest,
his arms protectively around me. He placed a kiss on the top of my head
before replying,

      "Long answer or short answer?"

      "What's the short answer?"

      "Because you're sweet." He laughed slightly. Avoiding the question
really, but much appreciated. I leant my head against his arm, looking up
at his face.

      "And the long answer?"

      Silence. An idiot in a helicopter who didn't listen to instructions
dropped water on some Lithium compounds, which exploded, setting off the
nuke and wiping out half of Denver. Maybe that was the point of the movie -
a few simple mistakes and a bit of greed and you have a disaster. I just
listened to Danny's heartbeat. When he did speak, his words were halting,
slightly... unsure... embarrassed maybe. Guilty perhaps.

      "A... few years ago, I started to fancy a guy at school. I never said
anything about it, and... well. Then I became Danny McFly." He laughed
half-heartedly. "I can't do anything publicly because Fletch won't like it
- it would ruin the band's image. All four of us going somewhere together
is fine - it can be passed off as a joke. But if I want to go somewhere
alone... there'll always be someone who'll sell the story. I want to be
able to... enjoy myself - be with someone I can trust. Explore this with
someone who... well, who doesn't just want sex. Someone who wants to know
Danny Jones, not some guitarist in that boyband that's famous right now."

      My turn for silence. There's not much you can say to a... confession,
I guess, like that. I felt guilty myself in a way - because I first liked
him purely because he was hot. But he was so much more than he
portrayed. In interviews, he's always been seen as the stupid one who's
quite talented, but no great shakes. Funny maybe, but...  But for those
few, like myself, lucky enough to be able to get to know him properly -
past the jokes, the gimmicks and the teasing.... Then you find what for me
is the real Danny. He's a guy who'll go to any length for someone he cares
about; who can be the kindest, most gentle individual; and above all is
intelligent. Now, don't get me wrong, I'll never be able to teach him
vector calculus (though that's probably because I don't understand it
myself), but he understands me in a way that no one else does.  He knows my
motivations for doing something when I don't know myself. He's the most
wonderful guy I've ever met.

      I was wrong. There is so much you can say to a confession like that,
and all of it summed up in three simple words:

      "I love you."


Author's Note: The Wikipedia entry for "Campus 14" is
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campus_14