Date: Fri, 04 Nov 2005 21:22:05 +0000
From: Mike Pryor <writerguy85@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: mike's story

Disclaimer: this work is fiction. I do not know/have met, any of the
mentioned celebrities or know or have any knowledge of their private lives.


Mike's story

A Story To Tell

	Mike sat at his computer reading some story off of the internet, someone
else's private fantasy about their favourite celebrity. This one was about
James Bourne of busted, sleeping with some fan after a concert. Like that'd
happen in real life. It was nothing special but it kept Mike captivated for
a few minutes while he read.
Finally finishing he returned to the sites homepage and looked at which
other celebrities had homo-erotic stories written about them. The usual ones
really; Aaron Carter, Justin Timberlake, Robbie Williams, etc.

Nothing else really caught his eye, all those fit celebrities out there and
nobody's writing about them, and especially about the one Mike really wanted
to read about, well maybe he should, he thought to himself as his hand moved
the cursor down the screen and casting a brief look over the hundreds of
stories upon the screen.

	He went downstairs and got himself a drink and returned to his room five
minutes later with a glass of lemonade and turned on the music, loud. Green
Day played at top volume as Mike laid on his bed looking at the ceiling, and
putting his thoughts into the shape of a story that he could write down on
the page. It had to be something good, something he could throw all his
enthusiasm in to.

Getting off his bed and sitting back down at his computer, the ideas
flowing, he starts a new document, and sat before the blank screen, let his
hands move over the keys. Then nothing.
He had a story. He had a celebrity. What he didn't have was an opening line.
Sat in silence, the music drowning out his thoughts, waiting for a stroke of
genius to come.

Finally he thought of the only thing that would come into his head. His
hands find the keyboard and he begins to write:

	Some would call him a dreamer, but to Ryan, to himself, he knew he wasn't.
No matter who said he was lying, he knew the truth.
Last night had been the best experience of his life and no matter what
anyone said they couldn't erase the fact he maybe, just maybe, be falling in
love. And with Danny fucking Jones, no less.
Okay, so he wasn't the best candidate to fall in love with anybody, and
okay, so last night had been just under the premise of sex, but he could
feel the emptiness growing within him now that Danny had left.

It had all started so innocently, even thinking back now he could hardly
believe that he had even met Danny, never mind brought him home, or Danny
had brought him home.
The McFly concert ticket had been placed in his hand by his friend who had
been asked to work at the last minute, she had just handed it over and told
him to have a good time. He thought it stupid at the time, but it was all
last minute. He had even thought about not going, but then thought again, it
was free after all. But he was a guy...going to a McFly concert. It was one
thing to like their music in private, but to see them live...what the hell.

He had caught the train straight to the venue, got their an hour before they
even started letting people in, but he was there. And when they did let him
in he was pretty much front row, just to the left of the stage, Cassie maybe
a pain but she sure could pick a seat.
After nearly an hour of waiting, of listening to girls screaming for the
guys to come on stage, at long last they appeared. Tom, followed by Harry,
followed closely by Dougie, then finally Danny. And for the best part of two
hours they rocked the arena, played the hits whilst playing the crowd, it
was totally unbelievable. And he was going to miss this?

	When the guys had finally finished their set and after waiting nearly half
an hour to leave the venue for screaming girls he made his way for the
train, which to his horror, after reading the timetable wasn't coming.
"SHIT!" Ryan cursed at the top of his voice, the station was nearly empty
anyway but those that were left looked to see what was going on.

He was panicking. Who wouldn't? he was eighteen, waiting in a train station
for a train that wasn't coming nearly one-hundred-and-fifty miles from home,
in a place he didn't even know. He was screwed.
He paced the station, thinking, worrying. What was he going to do? He didn't
know anybody who could drive that he could phone to come pick him up, he
didn't even have any money to make a phone-call with anyway, the only way he
had managed to get their on the train was with a weekly pass. It was nearing
midnight and he was the only person left in the station.
He sat on one of the long metal seats and sighed, his only option was to
sleep in the station tonight and get the train home in the morning, he'd
never slept rough. Well he supposed this was a little better than rough, at
least he was inside and not on the street, which was better than nothing.

He rested his head back and looked up at the ceiling nearly thirty feet
above his head, he closes his eyes and tries to at least fall asleep.
After being there for nearly fifteen minutes, his eyes still closed, yet he
remained firmly awake voices started to approach from the same way he had
come over an hour-and-a-half ago, surely, he thought, nobody could be just
leaving the venue after this long.
Whoever it was they were getting closer, then the thought hit him, maybe
it's the security doing rounds. Keeping his eyes shut he stayed still,
hoping they'd help rather than kick him out. Finally the voices started
coming down the stairs and into the station.
	"...But it was awesome, my ears are still ringing now." one of them said,
followed by a laugh from whoever he was with.
	"I thought I was gonna faint it was that bloody hot," said another.
	"I know, my hands are still clammy." came a third.
	"Aye, aye." somebody said, they must've noticed him.
	"You think he's dead?" one asked.
	"Dunno," someone said quieter, "Go check."
	"Fuck off. You go," he replied.
	"Don't call me Hugo," the one he was referring to before replied
sarcastically.
	"Fine. I'll do it as usual." and footsteps started to approach where Ryan
was sitting on the seat, he came round to the front to have a look at him
from the front before leaning down and shaking him, "You all right, mate?"
he said.
Ryan looked at the stranger who was at his face level, he may have had his
eyes closed for a while but there was no mistaking who it was, after all he
had only been no more than twenty feet from him just two hours ago, Danny
Jones.
	"I'm...fine," Ryan said with a smile, "Well, apart from being stuck in this
place," he said indicating the station.
	"The doors are open you know?" he must've misunderstood him.
	"But I've got nowhere to go out there. I missed my train earlier, so now
I'm stuck here for the night till the first train in the morning." he tried
to give Danny a pleading look.
	"Ah, right," Danny cast a look over at the other three members of McFly who
were waiting for him and Harry just gave a shrug of his shoulders, not
knowing what to do, "So where abouts you from?" Danny asked.
	"Huddersfield," Ryan replied looking into Danny's eyes hoping for some sign
of good will to help him out.
	"Dude! That's pretty far," Ryan felt like saying something sarcastic like
`no shit Sherlock' but thought better of offending possible help, "Why you
way out here?"
	"Came to see you...well McFly," Ryan saw Danny smile, maybe he was finally
getting through.
	"Well maybe we can help," Danny tried, "Is there anyone you can call who
can come and get you or anything?"
Again he felt like saying something sarcastic, but stopped himself.
	"Everyone will either be asleep, or the friends I could call don't drive."
	"Man you are in a fix," Danny said, although he said it quite solemnly
which surprised Ryan in a way. He let out a small laugh, not intentionally,
but it got Danny's attention, "I'll be right back," he added, and went over
to the other three that were waiting quite patiently and started saying
something that wasn't audible for Ryan to hear, but he saw Tom shake his
head in a disapproving way. Finally Danny said something to them and Tom,
Dougie and Harry all started to leave and Danny started to walk back over
towards Ryan.
	"I'll tell you what," Danny said standing back in front of Ryan, "You
promise to keep this hush, hush, and I'll give you a ride home," Danny
looked at Ryan and saw the delight on his face.
	"Really?" Ryan blurted, not quite believing that he could be going home
after all, and also not quite believing that he could be getting taken home
by Danny, "You don't mind?" he had to ask.
	"No!, but like I said, it has to remain between us. Or else I'll have girls
looking in distress every time we play a venue hoping to get a ride home."
he sounded pretty sincere.
	"Cool. You don't know how much I appreciate this," Ryan enthused, "And I
promise I won't say a word about this." he added.
Danny started walking away, then feeling he was alone he turned back to
Ryan.
	"You comin' or what?" Danny says to him.
With that Ryan followed him outside and started to walk down the street with
him. The silence felt a little uncomfortable to Ryan so he just had to say
something.
	"Where're the other guys?"
	"They're stopping in a hotel just round the corner." Danny said, suddenly
stopping.
	"What?" Ryan asked wondering why he had just stopped dead.
He indicated the car next to where he was stood, and rummaged through his
trouser pocket till he found what he was looking for.
	"This is mine," he replied, and shook the keys that he had just removed
from his pocket in front of him.
	"Right. Nice." Ryan said approving the choice of car. It was a nice car, a
new model Mini.
Danny pushed the button on his key chain to de-activate the alarm, and
started to get in, Ryan walking around to the passenger side and getting in
himself.
	"Danny, by the way," Danny said amusingly.
	"I know. Ryan." he replied and held his hand out for Danny to shake.
After a few seconds of shaking hands Ryan finally let go and Danny turned on
the ignition, putting the car in gear he started off down the road.
	"You fancy some music or something?" Danny said after a few seconds of
silence.
	"Sure."
	"Radio or CD?" Danny switched on the system and to horror of horrors,
whatever station it was preset to was playing, yes, McFly. "Or anything but
this," he said switching stations slightly embarrassed. Ryan found that kind
of funny that he didn't like listening to his own music.
	"What CD you got in?"
	"Green Day, I think." he pressed the button to switch the system over to CD
and sure enough `American Idiot' started playing.
	"This'll do. I like Green Day. Just want them to tour over here so I can go
see em' now," Ryan said, trying to start a conversation over Billy Joe's
singing.
	"Yeah, they're cool. Best track on the album though definitely has to be -"
	"- Boulevard of broken dreams," they said in unison.
	"But Jesus of Suburbia is good too," Ryan added.
	"Yeah, I like it, the way they go from one song to the next seamlessly,
plus it has some good lyrics."
Again the car went quiet between the two as the first single dragged on
until Danny finally decided to ask a question.
	"So what other music you into?"
	"Anything really. Green Day, Metallica, Linkin Park..." Ryan started.
	"And McFly. How do you go from listening to Metallica to McFly?" he took
his eyes of the road for a second to glance over at Ryan, who was tapping
his hands on his thighs to the track playing.
	"Just do. I suppose you have one thing in common."
	"Which would be?" Danny asks.
	"You're both bands that play good music to a wide audience. That and you
both are made up of the same people playing the same instruments."
	"How'd you mean?"
	"Two lead guitarists, a drummer and a bassist."
	"O-kay!" Danny says amusingly, "So do you always go to concerts all by
yourself?"
	"This was a once off, friend had a ticket but had to work so I took her
place."
	"Nice friend," Danny again says amusingly, "Imagine if she knew how you
were getting home?" he glances over at Ryan and grins.
	"I think she'd kill me," Ryan says and the CD track changes to `Jesus of
Suburbia', "But she'd crucify me if it would've been Dougie bringing me
home." He looks at Danny and sees his bemused look. "She is the biggest
Dougie fan you could imagine."
	"I wouldn't know, I've seen some pretty weird teenage girls who fancy
Dougie with a passion. And that's because I sometimes read his fan-mail," he
says slyly.
	"How weird?" Ryan just had to ask.
Danny thinks for a second, reminiscing about all the times he had read
Dougie's mail before he finally starts on his answer.
	"Wedding proposals, shrines, you know stuff like that. I mean even the
desperate ones send stuff like underwear and stuff. Even naked pictures of
themselves. Its kind of demeaning the stuff he gets."
	"I'm sure!" Ryan replies smugly, and Danny grins to acknowledge that he's
right.
	"So what kind of stuff do fans send to you?"
Danny looks at him funnily.
	"You really want to know?"
	"That bad?" Ryan says shockingly.
	"You wouldn't believe." Danny says casually.
	"So what's it like? Being famous and stuff." Ryan tries to say it casually
but it comes off a little bit more star struck.
	"It has its ups and downs."
	"Ups?"
	"Money, popularity, women, the usual stuff really."
Seeing the turn off to head off towards the motorway he heads down a dual
carriage way.
	"Downs?" Ryan continues his invasion into the stars life.
	"Constant invasion of your privacy by the paparazzi, not knowing who you
can trust to be your friends."
	"Not to mention the long hours and all the travelling, and then being away
from home for long periods of time," Ryan finishes for him.
	"Pretty much."
	"But you wouldn't give it up for the world, huh?" Ryan says smiling,
already knowing the answer.
	"Nah, its too much fun." he beams, "And the guys wouldn't let me walk away
anyway. Suppose it'd be different if I wasn't in a band, must get lonely
being a solo star," he muses over that thought for a few seconds, and they
finally get onto the almost empty motorway.

	It was a long drive to get back to Huddersfield, and it wasn't until nearly
three-o-clock when, after Ryan had given him all the directions, they pulled
up outside. Ryan had asked almost every question he could think of in the
last three hours on the road home, after relaxing in the company of Danny,
he just felt at ease asking his questions, which Danny answered almost every
one, but Ryan could tell Danny was tired, and when Danny yawned and
stretched at the wheel it just confirmed it to him.
Ryan decided it wasn't right to let Danny face the long drive back to the
venue when he was tired so plucked up the courage and asked:
	" Hey, Danny, listen. I know you must be tired so why don't you stay and
get some sleep and head back in the morning. That way I kind of feel like
I'm repaying you for bringing me home."
There was a long pause as the idea floated through Danny's head.
	"You wouldn't mind?" he asked to see if it was a sincere offer.
	"Not at all, besides I do owe you or else I'd still be in the train station
now," noticing Danny's grin, Ryan knew he was going to accept his offer.
	"All right, since you've twisted my arm," he says as he yawns again, "Let
me just put the car around the corner for the night then," and he starts
slowly going down the road and turns the corner leaving Ryan stood on the
pavement waiting for his return.

Ryan waited in the cold night air for nearly five minutes as he waited for
Danny's return, which he did eventually. Jogging back up the road to where
Ryan was stood, Danny came and started apologizing profusely for his
lateness, to which Ryan just shrugged off with a laugh and then started to
lead them both up the path to his house.
After rummaging through his pockets he finally found his key to the door in
his left jacket pocket and continued letting them both into the house.
Closing the door after him as he entered, Danny looked around at the bottom
of the staircase where they stood as Ryan locked the door behind him.
	"You want a drink or anything?" Ryan says doing his best to make his guest
feel welcome.
	"Yeah, sure," Danny whispers back.
	"Why you whispering?" Ryan asks coolly.
	"Won't anyone be in bed or anything?"
	"The house is empty. My dad works nights and my brother's at his
girlfriends house."
	"Oh, right."
	"Why don't you wait upstairs and I'll go get you a drink," Ryan opens the
door that leads into the living room and starts walking away, just catching
Danny's response.
	"Okay."

Rummaging through the fridge he grabs a couple of cans of Coca Cola and
pockets a chocolate bar because he was starving and then shuts the door,
leaving him stood in the dark kitchen. When he finally made his way up to
his room he found Danny waiting just around the corner at the top of the
stairs waiting patiently.
	"Why you waiting out here?" Ryan asks looking bemused.
	"Didn't know which was your room, did I?"
	"Right," he casually just pushes the door to his left open, "This one's
mine," and he follows Danny into the dark room and flicks on the light.
The walls were covered in posters of Green Day, Metallica and other bands
from metal, pop, rock and punk. Clothes are strewn over the floor from the
hurry Ryan was in to get ready to set off to the concert earlier, other than
that it all seemed tidy and respectable, unusual for Ryan really, although
he wouldn't admit it if asked.

	Ryan watches with interest as Danny slowly surveys the room, his eyes
taking in everything, from the DVD's to his trainer collection in the corner
of the room,
	"Here,' Ryan says breaking Danny's concentration of surveying the room and
handing him a can of Cola.
	"Cheers mate."
Taking the can from Ryan and opening it with a loud hiss and taking large
mouthfuls which numbs his mouth he drains half the can in one go.
	"I needed that." turning his attention back to the room and its double bed
Danny speaks his thoughts before he even realizes he'd done it, "I'll take
it we're sharing then?"
	"Huh," Ryan responds somewhat bemused, his transfix on Danny broken by the
words.
	"The bed, numpty!"
	"Oh, yeah. Right. You don't mind do you?"
	"Guess not, just as long as you don't snore," he says playfully, smiling at
Ryan.
	"I just hope you don't hog the covers," Ryan retorts quickly, "And just to
let you know, the bathroom is the first door to your left back on the
landing."
	"Okay. Anything else I should know?"
	"Nope."
	"Alright then."
They both stood there, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally
Danny takes the initiative move and starts to unbuckle his belt before
sitting on the edge of the bed to take off his trainers and socks, taking
glances at Ryan every now and then as he watches as Danny gets ready for
bed.
Placing his socks neatly into their respected trainer he places them
together and puts them neatly under the edge of the bed, then gets back to
his feet and removes his beige cargo pants and folds them neatly and looks
at Ryan to point out where he can put them until morning, but Ryan just
takes them from Danny's hand and places them on top of a small cabinet by
the door, Danny's car keys falling from the pocket to the floor as he does
so.

Danny gets into bed and just glares at Ryan who hadn't moved the whole time
other than to take his pants from him.
	"Are you gonna sleep there or you getting into bed?" Danny remarks.
It was an offer every female teenage McFly fan would love to have, but to
Ryan it was an offer he had to accept, it was his bed after all, he was
tired, and he wanted some bed-chat with Danny before he went to sleep.
Ryan felt he was being watched the whole time by Danny as he undressed to
just his underwear and changed his t-shirt to something he could sleep in
before getting in the bed at the opposite side to Danny.
	"Happy?" he states and glances to his left at Danny.
	"Yeah. So do you sleep with the light on then?"
Cocky bastard, Ryan thinks to himself as he gets out of the bed and heads
back over towards the door and flicks the switch casting the room into near
darkness.

Stumbling he manages to make his way back over and into the bed.
	"Happy now?" Ryan asks at what he could only make out as Danny in the dark
across from him.
	"Yep, perfect," Danny replies.
They lay side by side only inches from one another for several seconds in
silence before Danny's voice invades Ryan's thoughts.
	"Ryan!"
	"Yeah?" Ryan responds looking over at the now more visible figure of Danny,
now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
	"You got a girlfriend?" Danny asks.
It was a question Ryan had hoped wouldn't come up, not that he didn't want
to answer, it just meant he had to make a choice. He could either: tell
Danny the truth or lie to him and let Danny hear what he wanted to hear. He
made his mind up quickly.
	"No. You?" he told the truth but redirected the question straight back
hoping Danny wouldn't probe him further on the subject.
	"Nah," came the response.
	"Suppose its difficult, being famous and being on the road and stuff?"
	"Yeah, it adds a certain restraint on dating. So how comes you're single?"
Fuck.
	"Trying to find the right person to fall in love with," he said not stating
the obvious and leaving out certain words to mislead Danny but keep the
truth to himself.
	"So you not into that whole, one night stand stuff, then?" Danny probed.
	"Not really. Don't like the idea have having my heart broken for no
apparent reason, rather have it broken by someone I love."
	"So you'd never have a one night stand?" Danny again pushes the subject,
Ryan starting to click at what Danny was getting at.
	"Not intentionally. If it was just sex and there was no promise of love
from either end then I guess I'd think about it, that way no-one gets hurt."
	"You know, throughout  all the answers you've given me so far you haven't
mentioned the other person to be a girl. Not that I'd mind or anything and I
don't mean to offend you, but are you gay?"
The room went quiet for a few seconds whilst Ryan thought about his answer,
then he just thinks to himself: fuck it.
	"Yes."
	"Cool."
What just happened, Ryan had just admitted to being gay to someone he had
only known a couple of hours, he hadn't even admitted it to any of his
friends, yet here he was telling Danny, and he was alright with it.
	"You don't mind?" Ryan carefully asked the question.
	"Nah, to each his own, I say. As long as you're happy, fuck what anyone
thinks."
The words lifted a great deal of anxiety and pressure off Ryan, he suddenly
felt alright about being gay, god Danny was good.
	"Including you?"
	"Me, your friends, your family. If they can't accept you for you, then fuck
em'. you gotta be happy you know, and only you can make yourself happy. If
other people aren't gonna help you be happy then maybe they're not the
people you need around," Danny's tone had turned serious but still remained
friendly to Ryan, but the words were dead on in Ryan's mind.
	"You sound like you're talking from experience?" Ryan said, his voice close
to tears.
	"Maybe I am a little, but hell, Ryan, you gotta be yourself no matter
what."
	"But everyone seems to like the way I am now!"
	"But you're not happy," Danny says now rolling over onto his side facing
Ryan and propping himself up on his right elbow, "Even I can see that and
I've only known you not even half the night."
	"So what, I should just speak my mind and how I feel?" Ryan says a little
shakily.
	"Yeah, go for it, what you got to lose. It beats being miserable the rest
of your life, you never know you might get something out of it you never
thought possible."
	"Are you speaking from experience?" Ryan asks, taking a huge step backwards
in the conversation.
	"What does it matter? This isn't about me, is it. I know I'm happy. You've
got to find yours."
Ryan leans forward and kisses Danny quickly then returns to his laying
position, what had he just done?
	"I'm sorry, that was stupid...stupid," he whispers the second stupid more to
himself than wanting to say it out loud and just lays his head back on the
pillow in total embarrassment, he'd just fucked up the entire night.
	"It wasn't stupid, you were doing what I told you too." Danny says
reassuringly.
	"Yeah, I didn't hear you tell me to kiss you. I'm such an idiot. Please
don't be mad."
	"Why would I get mad, I told you to be yourself, besides it wasn't all one
sided, I kinda liked it," Danny leans over and returns the kiss for a few
seconds, their lips touching, to Ryan it felt so soft and gentle. Danny
returns to his still propped up position and just waits for Ryan to say
something or make the next move.
	"What happens now?" Ryan's voice was sounding very confused, he'd never
been this far or in this position before to know what to do next.
	"I dunno, what do you want to happen next?" Danny says encouraging Ryan to
explore his sexuality with him.
	"I want to kiss you again," Ryan replies, hoping Danny will want the same
thing.
	"Then go for it, you don't have to ask to kiss someone after they've just
kissed you, you know."
Ryan sits back up and reaching out into the darkness with his right hand
finds Danny's head and pulls him into a hard kiss, their lips never parting.
Danny decides it's up to him to progress things and takes the lead, leaning
more of his weight onto Ryan so he falls back onto the bed, his hand pulling
Danny on top of him, Danny props himself just above Ryan.
	Rolling his entire body onto Ryan he places his left leg over Ryan's legs,
practically pinning him down, he lays on top of him, his arms the only thing
keeping his entire weight of Ryan.
Separating their lips they look into each others glassy, almost black eyes
in the darkness and Ryan pulls Danny back in for another kiss only this
time, Danny manages to get Ryan to separate his lips to let him put his
tongue into his mouth and seek out Ryan's tongue.
The feeling to Ryan was unbelievable as his tongue kept finding Danny's in
his mouth before Danny pulled himself away from Ryan.
	"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" Ryan asks a little
disheartened.
	"No," Danny's voice seemed okay, "I just want to know how far you're
willing to go, that's all."
	"I dunno, never been this far before," he replies being truthful with
Danny.
	"Well if you're willing to go all the way, I just think I ought to tell you
that it'd just be a one-night-stand, I like you so I don't want to hurt
you," Danny's words were sincere and Ryan respected that Danny had at least
been listening to him earlier.
	"I'm fine with that, chances are I'll never see you again after tonight
anyway right. So I got nothing to lose."
	"So you wanna go through with this?" Danny was asking for permission and
Ryan knew he was going to accept.
	"Just don't fall in love," Danny laughed a little laugh at that comment,
"And Danny..." Ryan continued.
	"Yeah."
	"...Take it easy on me, this is my first time."
	"If it feels uncomfortable just tell me and I'll stop, okay?"
	"Okay."
Danny sits up onto Ryan's stomach and takes of his t-shirt and throws it
somewhere in the room, then leans down and starts pushing Ryan's t-shirt up
his body as he starts kissing his stomach and working his way up his body.
Ryan was in ecstasy and this was only the beginning, he didn't know if he'd
be able to take another half hour of Danny pleasuring him, but he was going
to try.
Finally pushing his t-shirt as far as it would go up Ryan's body he leaves
it to him to take it off as he kisses his chest and moves round to his right
and kisses Ryan's neck moving ever so slowly after each soft peck making his
way to Ryan's left ear.

	Upon reaching his ear Danny sucks on the bottom of his ear, then lets his
tongue explore the rest, making Ryan whimper in pleasure.
Feeling Ryan's wandering hands, or more specifically his finger tips, move
up his sides before finally stopping just short of his arms.
Danny starts to make his way, again in short quick kisses, back to Ryan's
mouth which was already open as he was stopping himself just short of
moaning in pleasure at Danny's crafty lip work. Sticking his tongue out and
letting it run along Ryan's top lip before putting it back into Ryan's mouth
for a passionate kiss, as Danny breaks the kiss he playfully and very softly
bites Ryan's bottom lip and starts to pull away before finally letting go.
	"You hard yet?" Danny asks.
	"Danny, I'm gay and I've been lying next to you for the past twenty
minutes. What do you think?" Ryan retorts lifting his head to kiss Danny's
cheek.
	"So I didn't need to do all that kissing?" Danny says playfully.
	"Trust me, it didn't go to waste."
	"You ready to move on then?"
	"Ready when you are, gorgeous."
Danny disappears under the covers and Ryan feels the tugging on his boxer
shorts a few seconds later, obeying Danny's enthusiasm he lifts his hips
from the bed and allows Danny to remove his underwear and sees them get
dropped down by the side of the bed and onto the floor.
The next thing Ryan feels is a sudden shock to him that almost paralyses him
in pleasure, something wet, which he figured could only be Danny's tongue,
was making its way up his erection. Driving his head back into the pillow
and letting out a soft low moan, Ryan lets Danny know he's doing a good job,
and that he shouldn't stop.

	Underneath the covers Danny was enjoying his own sexual exploration, having
never been with a guy before himself this too was completely new to him as
well as to Ryan, and he intended to enjoy and explore as much as he could
while he had the chance.
Blowjobs had always been something of a mystery to Danny, sure it looked
nice watching others do it but he had never seen the gratification in it
himself, until now. Letting his lips slowly descend down the length of
Ryan's excited manhood he heard the gasp of pleasure from Ryan as he slowly
starts sucking his way back up and lets it escape his mouth as he starts
kissing his way back up Ryan's body and re-emerges from underneath the
covers to find Ryan with the biggest grin on his face possible.
	"That was amazing," Ryan sighs deeply.
	"But enough for now," Danny smiles, "Swap places."
Ryan does as he is instructed and rolls over on top of Danny, and grins at
the very thought of removing Danny's underwear and seeing what up until now
had only been imaginable in his wildest fantasies. Leaning down he kisses
Danny, then starts to kiss his way down over his chin, down his neck, over
his chest, down over his smooth body and disappears underneath the covers,
carrying on his kisses until his lips find the fabric that was the waistband
of his boxers. He thinks for a second before he carries on kissing at the
fabric trying to make out where Danny's cock was underneath, which after a
few seconds turned out to be very easy.

	Doing as Danny had done to him just a minute ago, he puts his fingers down
the sides of his underwear and tugs for Danny to lift his hips and let him
remove them, which after antagonising Ryan by not doing so for a couple of
tugs he finally did.
Pulling his boxers all the way down his legs and finally off his feet he
lifts up the side of the covers and throws them somewhere in the room, then
gets back to the job in hand.
Sticking his tongue out and moving his head forward slightly waiting for it
to touch something, unsure of what to expect, then he finally feels his
tongue make contact with what Ryan hoped was his cock and starts to make a
slow ascent up. Opening his mouth and letting Danny's erection between his
lips he slowly makes his way back down, gagging halfway, but he doesn't let
it stop him. Re-composing himself he continues to take it slowly down till
he knew he couldn't go any further then started his way back up again.

	Giving his first blowjob was rather easy Ryan thought to himself as he
continued gratifying Danny for several minutes, forgetting of course the end
result that was bound to happen.
	"Ryan, you might want to stop now," Danny said through his heavy lusty
breathing, feeling his climax coming closer and closer with every rise and
fall of Ryan's mouth on his cock. But Ryan was too involved in the moment
and didn't want to stop now he was getting the hang of his new skill.
	"Fuck. Ryan," Danny again says exhaling heavily and clenching the bed
sheets hard in his right hand, "Well I did try an' warn you," he continues
off handed, before biting his bottom lip softly as he feels himself begin to
orgasm as Ryan's mouth takes in as much of Danny's cock as it would allow.
To say that Ryan wasn't ready for what was happening he quickly began to
swallow as to not choke himself on Danny's semen, that was quickly flooding
his mouth and blocking his throat. The taste didn't put him off as such, it
was just the amount that Danny had produced that had caught Ryan totally off
guard, he expected some, but the amount that Danny had produced was
something of a shock. Composing himself under the covers first, and wiping
his lips on his forearm to make sure he hadn't missed or left any of Danny's
semen on his lips he returned back up to be at face level with Danny.
	"How was that for my first time?" he asks Danny with a mischievous grin.
	"Fantastic," Danny says reaching his right hand out and placing it on
Ryan's left cheek, rubbing his thumb softly on his soft skin, "I'm surprised
you swallowed as well though."
	"Choked, would be the operative word I'd use, but I figured what the hey,
why not dive in at the deep end if I'm gonna do it."
	"Yeah, sorry about that, just I don't get time to satisfy myself most of
the time. Nearly a month since the last time I got off."
	"No wonder there was so much then! How do you manage to not get off for a
month though, that must be torture?" Ryan jokes.
	"It's a fucking nightmare, is what it is. My sex drive has been sky high
for months, glad I got to shoot my load now or else I'd be dying before the
next chance I get."
	"Which would've been when?" Ryan probes.
	"Well, if I hadn't have brought some guy home tonight I'd have had a whole
night to myself in a hotel room, then the next chance I'd get is probably in
about two weeks when we take a break from touring."
	"But I suppose a blowjob `from some guy,'" Ryan uses his own words
amusingly back at him, "is a much better way to get your rocks off than your
right hand."
Danny pulls Ryan's face down with his right and gives him a playful kiss
before retorting to his last comment.
	"But I can think of a much better way," he grins up at Ryan, who cottons
onto his meaning straight away.
	"You sure you've got the energy?"
	"I'll manage, that's if you want to?"
	"What the hell, gotta lose my virginity sometime. And losing it to you
can't be such a bad thing, can it."
Ryan, if truth be told did feel a little scared, but somehow he trusted
Danny and believed that he wouldn't hurt him or force him if he didn't want
to. Putting his tongue back into Ryan's mouth and kissing him with a
passion, Danny, slowly started to move his way back onto the top of Ryan and
started running his hands down his sides till they reached his hips.
	"Remember, just tell me if you want to stop or if you're uncomfortable,
okay?" Danny said reassuringly.
	"Uh-huh," Ryan says, avoiding the last chance to turn around and save his
virginity.

	Danny starts by raising Ryan's knees up to his chest, which he somehow
amazingly did and the covers remained still covering them, then pinned them
there using his arms and presses his erection against Ryan's arse-hole,
looking Ryan squarely in his eyes.
	"Last chance to change your mind, dude," he says, but Ryan's determined
face never shows sign of weakening.
	"Go for it," Ryan urges.
Danny pushes softly, and the look on Ryan's face changes instantly. Grabbing
Danny by the back of the neck with his right hand and digging his fingers of
his left into his back, Ryan enthuses Danny to carry on, which he does.
	"Ah," Ryan moans softly, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning
further.
Danny pushes a little further and Ryan drives his head as hard as he can
back into the pillow and closes his eyes, Danny unsure if it was in pleasure
or pain, but he guesses the latter. Pushing a little further every time he
was getting close to being fully within Ryan.
	"Last push, you ready?" Danny warns him.
	"Ready as I'll ever be," Ryan tried to say as jokingly and coolly as
possible.
Ryan's moan must have echoed around the room, it was a good job they were
the only ones in the house or they probably would've woken someone up.
	"You okay?" Danny asks worryingly.
	"Just as long as it gets easier from here," he lets out a subtle laugh.
	"I promise you it does," Danny reassures him, "You want to wait a sec
before we carry on?"
	"Nah, now the pains out of the way I should be okay."
	"I'll go slow at first anyway, until you get used to it."
	"Okay."
Starting to move very slowly, Danny only moves a few centimetres out at
first so he doesn't have so far to push back in and so he doesn't hurt Ryan
too much. Building up a rhythm he notices Ryan start to relax and enjoy the
feeling a little bit, taking this to be a good time he starts to pull out
further and further each time, Ryan moaning which each thrust.
	Pulling Danny down, Ryan kisses him hard to try to take his mind off what
was going on, and succeeding a little too. Keeping his right hand clasped
tightly to the back of Danny's neck he reaches above his head with his left
and takes a firm grip on the headboard.

	Danny was in full flow fucking Ryan, and was surprised at how quickly he
had taken to it too. Ryan's moans of pleasure, every time they weren't
kissing, letting Danny know he was doing a good job, his knuckles on his
left hand turning white he was gripping the headboard so tightly.
Danny could feel his orgasm coming on quickly as the pleasure was so intense
for the both of them, straining himself he leans down and brushes his lips
gently against Ryan's,
	"I'm gonna be there in a second, dude," he breathes almost non-coherently
to Ryan.
Thinking he knows what Danny's getting at, he responds.
	"Don't stop."
	"You sure?" Danny asks.
	"Positive," he says firmly, and tightens his grip on the back of Danny's
neck.
Slowing his rhythmic hip movements down to prolong the pleasure, Danny tries
with all his might not to ejaculate yet, biting his bottom lip and closing
his eyes to do so in the process. With one last push, he couldn't hold it
any longer and let out a long moan of pleasure and relief as his body shook,
releasing his orgasm into a willing Ryan, who was also almost paralysed in
pleasure.

	Breathing heavy, Danny's arms give way and he flops on top of Ryan, moving
his arms out of the way to let Ryan get his legs free and straighten them
again.
	"Man, that was incredible," Ryan says out of the blue, "You okay?" he asks
Danny, who was now covered in a layer of sweat from his hard labour.
	"Yeah," he replies weakly, his body knackered, he sounded almost already
asleep.
	"Danny?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Just in case I forget to tell you tomorrow. Thanks for tonight...Danny?"
	"Hmnn," it was more of a sound than a response.
	"Night."
Ryan kisses his cheek just under his left ear and lets him fall asleep on
top of him, sleep soon finding him too.

	Ryan awoke the next morning to find himself in bed alone, the room lightly
lit from the light outside that was just coming through the curtains.
Rubbing his eyes he looks at the clock that told him it was 08:03a.m.
Reaching down the side of the bed he found his boxers that Danny had taken
off him last night and put them back on underneath the covers, he hated
being naked, even in the comfort of his own empty house, then laid back
down, placing his hands behind his head.
The door to the bedroom opened and Ryan found himself looking at the half
dressed Danny, who from the looks of it had just had a shower. A towel in
his hand that was rubbing at his hair profusely, his upper body still naked,
he had put his cargo pants back on but the boxers that were sticking out of
the top of them were not the ones he was wearing last night, and his feet
were still bear.
	"Morning," he says still half asleep to Danny.
	"Hey, morning. Hope you don't mind, I took a shower," Danny replied, coming
over to the edge of the bed and sitting down.
	"And borrowed some boxers too," Ryan says, his eyes falling to Danny's hips
then back up into his eyes, his mouth breaking into a smile.
	"Yeah, I was gonna borrow some socks too," Danny says, then continues,
"I'll give you some money for them."
	"Nah, don't be daft. Can't send you packing swinging loose now, can I?" he
says jokingly making Danny smile.
	"Mind if I borrow a shirt too, just mines a little creased," Danny picks up
the t-shirt that had been left crumpled on the floor and holds it by the
collar, showing Ryan how creased it was.
	"Sure, if you can find one that fits," Ryan says, "T-shirts are all in that
closet over there, right next to my jumpers...and my sexuality," he jokes
again.
	"In case you forgot, you're not in the closet to me anymore," Danny
casually tosses back as he opens the closet doors and starts to look through
the selection of t-shirts, "So how'd you sleep?"
	"Fine thanks, you?"
	"Like the dead," he picks out a green t-shirt and turns back towards Ryan,
"This one okay?"
Ryan nods his approval.
	"So when you heading out?" Ryan asks as coolly as he possibly can.
	"'Bout now-ish," Danny puts the t-shirt on and it's a little baggier than
expected but he nods his approval and looks at Ryan, "What d'you think?"
	"You look fine," Ryan casually comments even though he was staring at the
most perfect person he had ever seen.
	"Cool. You gonna come and let me out?" it was more a fact than a question.
	"You gonna put your trainers on?" he points out.
	"I was gonna do that while you got ready, moron."
	"Why, as soon as you go I'm gonna come back to bed and catch up on some
sleep." Ryan says as he starts to get out of bed, Danny sitting down next to
him pulling his socks out of his trainers and putting them back on.
	"Ah right," Danny says as pulling his laces tight and starting to tie his
right trainer.
	"What you gonna do about them?" Ryan points over to Danny's boxer shorts
that lie on the floor over by the wall, "Or you gonna let me keep `em as a
constant reminder of you?" he grins.
	"You keep `em," he says as he gets back to his feet, "And the t-shirt too."
Danny makes his way to leave the room and Ryan slowly gets to his feet and
follows, noticing something on the side he grabs it and then follows after
him again.
They stood behind the door, awkward.
	"So I guess I'll see you then," Ryan says.
	"Yep, always hate goodbyes," Danny remarks.
	"You'll be back knocking on my door within five minutes of leaving," Ryan
says with a wide grin, "I guarantee it."
	"Nope, this is definitely goodbye...funny, I don't know whether to shake your
hand or kiss you. I'll let you decide."
Ryan grabs Danny by the waist with his left hand and pulls him tightly
against his body, kissing him with everything he was worth, making sure that
if this was gonna be the last kiss, he was gonna remember it. Pulling away
slowly Ryan smiles at him and the reaches out to open the door.
	"Five minutes. Bet you five minutes," he plays, "And if I'm right you owe
me another kiss. Deal?"
	"Alright," Danny plays back, "Bye, Ryan."
Danny walks out and into the fresh air of the morning.
	"Five minutes," Ryan says behind him, closing the door as he does.
Walking down the garden path he takes one last look back at the house then
steps onto the pavement and begins walking down the road, back to where he
had left his car. Just as he was walking round the corner Danny reaches into
his pocket and then stops dead.
	"Bastard!" he says to himself.
Turning back around and heading back towards Ryan's house.

	Ryan sat on the bottom step of the stairs waiting, until finally there was
a knock at the door. Opening it he casually remarks:
	"You owe me a kiss."
Pushing Ryan back into the house and closing the door behind him, Danny pins
Ryan against the wall and kisses him hard, putting his tongue into his mouth
and letting his hands explore his back, for nearly two minutes he just let
himself be with Ryan one last time before he finally pulls away.
Holding up his right hand to the left side of Danny, he let the key within
it dangle from his finger, as Danny scoops it off with his left hand.
	"This time it really is goodbye," Danny says, "And I'm really gonna miss
you."
	"Me too," their eyes meet and Ryan just smiles.
	"Be sure to come see one of our future shows though yeah! And I'll keep a
lookout for you."
	"Like you'll remember when you walk out that door," Ryan smiles.
	"I promise."
	"I'll come to one, but I bet you won't see me."
Looking at his watch Danny suddenly realizes he should be well on his way by
now.
	"Well I gotta go, remember what I said about being happy and being
yourself," Danny says as he heads out the door and down the path, "And I
promise you everything will be okay."
Ryan shuts the door and heads back up to his room, making his way over to
the window. The street below looked so different today, Ryan thought to
himself, but then his thoughts were broken by Danny's mini coming into view
and stopping in front of the house. Ryan saw Danny look up at the house and
see him stood in the window, waving his last goodbye, Ryan gives a weak
smile back as Danny speeds off down the road and out of his life.

	Laying down on his bed, the realities of last night flooding his head, Ryan
was beginning to realize that he had gone and done exactly what he had told
Danny not to do.
Now Danny had gone, Ryan suddenly realized that he had fallen in love.
And with Danny fucking Jones no less...

	The End.

	The cursor on the screen blinked as Mike sat reading over the last few
lines of his story again, making sure it looked and sounded right. Mike
moved the mouse to the save icon and saved his story to his hard drive, then
closing it he began to re-connect to the internet, again moving the mouse to
the address bar he types in the name of the site where he had read all those
other gay fantasy stories.

The page loaded and he scrolled down till he found what he was looking for,
and clicked on the `submit a story' hyperlink, picking the celebrity
category for it he entered his details and then opened his document so the
website could upload to their site.
He moves the arrow of his mouse over the link and paused for a few seconds,
suddenly nervous, then clicks on the text that reads, `submit' and the
progress bar appears on screen. Within seconds his story had uploaded and it
was their now for whomever wished to read it.

Closing all the windows on his desktop, Mike puts his computer into standby
mode and takes a step away from his desk as he watches the screen go blank.
Smiling to himself, he grabs the remote for his TV and switches it on as he
lays down on his bed and watches some music channel as adverts flash on the
screen.
His story told, for now...

		The End.


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