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2008-02-11T20:07:13Z

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36 McFly Icons

2008-01-14T16:48:11Z

My first ~~shoddy~~ attempt at making icons and I'm a bit nervous about posting them. They seem pretty crap compared to some I've seen.

Teasers:


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They’re pretty basic, and the Harry icons aren’t the best quality. I’m ashamed to say he’s the only one of the guys I seem to be lacking pics of. Do comment if you like, it’d probably help to make me feel a little better about them. Credit if you decide to take any... *is doubtful*

Sweet Revenge (Prompt 015. Revenge)

2008-01-12T21:21:58Z

Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: R
Summery: It was Danny that he wanted to hurt, Danny that he wanted to get back at.
Disclaimer: Just fiction, not real, all fake!
A/N: For catching_clouds who prompted me with 015. Revenge from my prompt tables here. Pudd is probably not my strongest pairing, but I’ve tried. Con-crit is always welcomed and comments are, of course, loved <3
Word Count: 2,349

The room was dark, tall shadows silhouetted against the cream walls as the static buzz of adrenalin filled the body of the young blonde sat on the bottom of the bed. The crisp sheets were slightly rumpled, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he beat back the bubble of nerves.

Cocking his head he watched him, the elder man, handsomely good looking, chiselled features, shaven headed and eyes so blue they were like an ocean of swirling thoughts. But for once the blue was imperfected by pain and betrayal, sorrow swirling and mixing. It tore at the boyish blonde’s body, he knew exactly how the elder brunette felt, he too felt it, felt the ache, the stab of anger that hideous misplace of trust had brought.

They had both trusted him, both would have given him their heart in a hope he’d keep it safe, not break it. However both knew how clumsy Danny Jones was, both just never thought he’d be so callus, so spiteful. Neither knew they were been played, both didn’t know about the other until it was too late, until Danny had dropped their fragile hearts, watched them shatter, walked away killing every last ounce of confidence and trust.

“Doug’s?” he looked up, thoughts broken, left hanging shrouded by that veil of hate. He knew he should have been angry at the man before him, silver video camera in his hand, glinting in the artificial light. However, he reasoned that the only person he was angry with was Danny. It was Danny that he wanted to hurt, Danny that he wanted to get back at, make him ache inside as he had done both himself and Harry.

He couldn’t be angry at Harry not when he had been just as innocent, played and taken for a fool by the curly haired brunette that didn’t know when to stop. Harry was his best friend, had been for so long, the first person he’d met when he’d joined the band, the band that had slowly started drifting apart because of a secret that eventually spiralled, spilled and tore apart all of those carefully constructed boundaries.

He had hated keeping what was going on with Danny a secret from Harry, he knew he probably should have seen the signs then, knew something wasn’t right when Danny had begged him not to tell anyone what was happening with them. He just thought Danny was afraid of what people were going to say and so reluctantly agreed to keep quiet.

Dougie remembered the moment he’d found them, an entanglement of bodies, warm skin and a distinct smell of sex and all things sinful. He ran, cowardly perhaps, but he couldn’t stand by and watch.

It physically made him throb inside, and not the good kind of throb. He first thought not only his boyfriend, although it had never been an exclusive thing had betrayed him, but also his best friend. He was wrong. Only his boyfriend had betrayed him.

The skate ramp was damp and cold as he sat down, the dew lightly seeping through the thin material of his shorts, mind buzzing, lashes damp with tears as he wrapped his arms protectively around his legs.

It was only when he heard footsteps that Dougie looked up aquamarine eyes resting on sparkling, iced blue, Harry stood above him, fully clothed, rosy skinned, and disbelieving, his chiselled features saddened, tinted by regret.

Dougie had wanted to argue, scream insults at the taller man beside him, but he couldn’t, his lips wouldn’t form words, he just stared bitten by anger. Then he saw the sincerity in his eyes felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing arguing wouldn’t solve anything.

“He’s been playing us Doug’s. He’s been using us both, playing us off against the other.” Harry’s words were whispered, quietly and shakily into the air, eyes twinkling in the dull light from the half moon.

As Dougie watched him he saw the regret, and knew non of this was Harry’s fault. It was then at that moment the plan that lead them to today was made. Dougie forgave Danny, went back to him, and pretended he could get over what he had seen, that it was just a blip, a drunken fumble. But in reality he couldn’t forgive him, couldn’t forget. Inside he held onto the anger he felt, only allowing himself to vent when with Harry, when plotting the brunette’s downfall. They both wanted to hurt him, make him pay, cause him the same embarrassment, and doubt he had them. They both wanted to show Danny Jones they wouldn’t be played.

“Doug’s, you alright?” his reverie was broken once more, brought back to the presence by Harry’s voice. Looking up, eyes locking, stomach jumping he nodded his head.

“You sure you want to do this?”

He just nodded again, numb to the very core, eyes wide and watching Harry, the video camera positioned aptly, and ready to capture whatever was to unfold.

It felt strange for Dougie, Harry was a friend they weren’t meant to cross those lines, Dougie had before with Danny, as had Harry, and friendships had suffered as a consequence. He didn’t want to lose another friend, but this was his way to hurt Danny, rip at his heart until he no longer felt alive.

He mutely watched the red light on the video camera flash indicating it was recording. He swallowed back the nerves resting below his skin and watched as Harry stepped towards him the air of naivety lost as his eyes, glassy blue and shimmering filled with lust, all aspects of their friendship dissolving as for the moment they became wrapped up in something else, fiery want fuelled by the knowledge that once Danny saw, he’d break.

Lips were pressed chastely against lips, soft, and uniquely tasting, a smooth kiss carving through thin lines and crumpling boundaries. It took a while for Dougie to get use to Harry’s kisses and the roughness of his stubble against soft skin, tickling his chin, but he soon fell into a rhythm, kissing back, fisting the shirt he was wearing tugging him overboard and causing a rapturous groan to emit from the back of his throat.

He couldn’t help but smile, kneading skin and letting fingers slip across Harry’s well defined spine. Dougie’s body buzzed, adrenalin slicing through his veins, open-mouthed kisses exchanged as the slow, almost teasing removal of clothing began.

As their lips separated and Harry tugged at his t-shirt Dougie purposely focused his gaze on the camera, cheeks flushing, moaning at the slight touch of Harry’s fingers against his warm skin. He wanted Danny to remember every touch see the lust in his eyes, even if it was slightly forced, fake, make believe.

He arched, cold air nipping at sensitive skin, his t-shirt removed lightening quick, tossed to the floor, eyes starry as Harry’s lips clasped around a peaked nipple, enveloping him in warm wetness, mind buzzing and over loaded.

His hips bucked off the bed Harry’s tongue continuing to tease, kitten licking, and driving him almost to the point of exhilaration. His fingers curled around taut shoulders, striped shirt buttons undone with ease, rippling muscles shimmering under silky skin as the material was pulled free, dropped to the floor as an exploration of familiar bodies continued, slow, and easy.

The belt buckle holding Dougie’s jeans up was next, pulled from the loops, jangling as it was pushed to the floor. Dougie arched a little, loving the feel of warm skin against his own, loving the touch of gentle hands exploring soft, lightly tanned flesh.

It was different to how Danny would touch him; his caresses were much harsher, much more feral, never as soft, or loving. Dougie arched and his hands gripped hold of Harry’s shoulders as the elder man admonished soft kisses across his collarbone, sucking at the skin in the hollow of his neck. The move alone was simple, but so driven, so teasing. Dougie’s hands slid along Harry’s spine, fingers scraping scratches into the rosy flesh.

As the hindering garments that were left on their bodies, hanging loosely and dishevelled, were removed Dougie breathed a sigh of relief, goose bumps attacking sensitive skin, rolling waves of cold air swathing him cooling to the core.

The only thing that proved a source of heat, of comfort, was Harry’s breath on his neck, as his lips skittered across slightly sweaty and rosy skin. The camera still buzzed in the background, capturing the images unfolding in front of it. The scene solely created by anger, and lust. The desperate want to get retribution spurring both on, inhibitions lost, rationally silenced. Perhaps it was wrong, an unorthodox way to seek revenge, but Dougie, for once, just wanted to feel loved, feel more than just a plaything.

Every touch Harry made helped him feel safe, made his innards quake and his body respond rapturously and as Harry entered him with one fluid move, simple and silently Dougie voice worked in over time, calling the drummer’s name as he found himself suddenly reeling upwards, hands clasping around the brunette’s neck.

The sweeping moves of cold fingertips against reddened cheeks and chaste kisses pressed to swollen lips was almost enough to make both forget this wasn’t real, more than a game.

They fell into a rhythm fairly easy. Dougie’s mouth falling agape every time Harry brushed over that sweet spot inside, his grip tightened a little on muscular shoulders. Skin slapped against skin, kisses exchanged and breathes heightened, heavy and ragged.

Dougie couldn’t help but think how different sex with Harry was. They were the same moves Danny used, same positions, there was just something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, a certain element that made the whole thing slightly more exciting.

Perhaps it was the video camera, perhaps it was the knowledge that he was breaking the hold Danny had on him. He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know. He couldn’t think, and as positions changed he took advantage raising himself slightly, plunging almost straight back down, groaning at the sensation, and throwing his head back, he didn’t care!

Sweat rolled down his back, locks of golden blonde sticking to his forehead unruled and tussled. Harry didn’t seem to be fairing much better. His skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat too, his lips parted, and his breaths laboured as he sailed closer to that precarious edge. Their movements continued, harmonised.

Fingers curled against skin, protecting, pulling lissom bodies closer, and seeking friction and heat. Their minds span as boundaries crumbled and defences shattered, the reality hitting like a freight train, heavy and burdening as the tidal waves of pleasure washed over them both, their releases hitting almost simultaneously.

Dougie fell forwards, Harry still inside him, still moving as the aftershocks raced through veins. The young blonde, boneless, and satiated buried his face in the crook of the drummer’s neck fighting to calm down, calm the erratic thump of his heart, and the way his breathes were uneven and gasped.

Harry’s heart was racing almost as fast; Dougie could feel it against his chest as sweat and semen mixed between them. Everything was still and calm as a sense of peace washed over them both, legs tangled the bed sheets creased and stained with the wrong doings of sex.

It was Dougie that made the first signs of movement pulling himself free, unburdening Harry, giving him much needed space to breath, rolling onto his back beside him. The drummer’s lips curled into a smile as he peered down on the younger blonde, his friend, band mate, and one time lover, sweeping the strands of hair away and kissing his forehead softly.

Dougie could only smile, sighing contentedly and watching as the bed dipped slightly as Harry got off it, pulling on his boxers. He moved towards the camera, pausing before reaching out and switching it off. His head turned back, looking towards Dougie and grinning a, “that was fun!”

Dougie knew it was just for camera sake, but he still let a giggle fall through his lips, still felt the twitch of nerves and muscles as the aftershocks ate away at his insides. He watched as the red light stopped flashing, watched as Harry took the small cd out of the camera and looked towards him, eyes glazed seriously.

“What d’ya think Danny’s going to think when he sees it?” Harry looked down to the cd held between his fingers as he climbed back on the bed, then back to Dougie, anxiety clouding his sparkling azure. Dougie couldn’t help but wonder the same thing. Knowing Danny he probably wouldn’t care, probably enjoy watching it. Shallow and insensitive.

“Do you care what he thinks when he sees it?” Dougie was cautious with his question, Harry’s arms wrapped around his torso as the post coital haze settled above them.

Harry sighed, reaching out and placing the cd on the bedside table, switching the light off and laying back down, his eyes wide and glinting in the moonlight. “No, not really, he deserves to be hurt.”

As Dougie watched Harry’s eyes close he felt questions whiz through his own mind, spinning and tearing through brain space. The high was still buzzing, but his thoughts were momentarily snatched away from him.

He knew that once he left the warmth of Harry’s bed things would look different. He knew once he went back to his flat, packed before leaving for his mothers, needing space, he’d be dropping the evidence of a lustful liaison through Danny’s letter box.

He knew eventually he’d have to talk to Danny about this, about what had happened between them all for the sake of the band, but for now he couldn’t face it, was happy to pretend non of it was happening, pretend everything was as it had been weeks ago.

Revenge was sweet, and as Dougie sunk down on the pillow, covers warm against skin he couldn’t help but smile. It was good been the bad guy, just this once.

Private Sorrows (Prompt 007. Death)

2008-01-04T21:01:42Z

Title: Private Sorrows
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Flones sort of…
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Summery: He was one of life’s great optimists, believed that most people were good, that all situations would work out in the end for the best.
Disclaimer: Just fiction, not real, all fake!
A/N: For beckystark06 who prompted me with 007. Death from my prompt tables here, and asked for something angsty so I hope this delivers. Con-crit is always welcomed and comments are, of course, loved <3
Word Count: 1,311

It wasn’t supposed to be like this it was all supposed to work out well in the end. He never actually believed this day would come. Naïve, stupid, and wishful he was one of life’s great optimists, believed that most people were good, that all situations would work out in the end for the best. He was wrong, he just didn’t let it be known, he did what was commonly known as burying his head in the sand, hiding from reality, but reality eventually caught up with him.

He remembered been told, it felt like it was just yesterday, but it wasn’t, it was months ago, six months ago to be precise. It seemed so long, yet in reality it hadn’t been long enough. Nothing could have prepared him to hear those words, to feel that sense of doom, knowing that the person before him was just a mere shadow of his former self, not destined for this world, life ebbing from him like sand from an hour glass.

He vividly remembered the moment the blonde had told him, his skin pale, and almost a ghoulish grey, clammy browed, features furrowed. Sit down I have something important I need to tell you. He remembered how that ache had torn through his chest, stabbed at his heart; the ache had been there right till the end. He remembered how dark eyes had fought back tears as he whimpered words that twisted his world and turned everything on his axis. I’m dying, Danny. I have cancer!

It was a warm, sunny day when his world had fallen apart, sat in a stuffy doctor’s office, watching the blonde he love crumble before him. He tried to hold it together, be strong for him, but the words had dealt a blow, crushed his sturdy defences, and broken everything he had tried to hold together since the blonde man had gotten ill, apart.

He tried to prepare himself for the inevitable, but no amount of mental preparation could prepare him for this, the anguish that seeing his lovers casket lowered into the ground, caused. He flinched slightly as cold raindrops hit the top of his head, the weather today a total contrast to that sunny day months ago when those words had changed everything. The sky today was dark, cold, and generally unwelcoming nothing like the cloudless azure that had loomed over them that morning.

The man beside him, smartly dressed in Sunday suit, shaven headed, and puffy eyed offered him his umbrella, but he shook his head, tilting his face skywards enjoying the icy drops of water against his skin sticking splaying curls to his forehead.

Danny smiled, remembering how much Tom loved the rain, how they’d go for walks in it before he had gotten too sick. It had made him ache inside knowing Tom was getting weaker and weaker, feeling pain as the cancer ate away at him. He would have given anything to take that pain away, to see him smile, to have him beside him, just one last time. But there was nothing he could do, just watch as the morphine took away the edge, numbed things for a little while.

Many a night when the end was nearing and the pain was the worst, Danny would just sit with Tom, hold him, and talk to him cherishing the moments before it was too late, before that moment was snatched from him.

Tom was brave much braver than Danny knew he would be if he were him in that situation. He never once said he was scared, never once cried. He held his head high and faced his fate with as much dignity as he could, dieing in his lover’s arms, telling him not to dwell on the past.

Wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand Danny shook the last painful image he had of his boyfriend free, looking down as the small blonde boy, one of his friends, held tightly to his other.

A low rumble of thunder in the distance accompanied the priest amen as he ended his pray. Danny knew he was expected to just walk away now, leave Tom alone, but he wasn’t sure he could, he wasn’t sure he could turn his back and forget. Tom’s voice inside his mind continued to babble, his last words played over and over. Don’t dwell, Dan. Move on. Be happy!

How could he ever be happy again? The only person he had wanted to be with was gone. He shook his head and watched as friends and family dispersed for the wake, and yet Danny didn’t want to, didn’t want to move away from where everything he knew, where familiarity lay. He felt a knot in his stomach, tears in his eyes and anger power thought his veins.

The heavy weight on his shoulder stopped the anger bubbling, quelled the sense of panic he felt, but it didn’t dry the tears. He sought out comfort in tender touches, falling against the weedy but surprisingly sturdy frame of his blonde friend, tears dampening his shirt as he let the emotions he hadn’t been able to free, out.

His chest constricted with each heaving breath he took. His fists balled, Dougie’s arms wrapping around him, soothing tears, and displacing anger with gentle touches. “How can I move on from this? How can I be happy without him?”

It wasn’t really a question that could be answered, words were distant as Dougie looked from the curly haired brunette to the shaven headed elder man, umbrella still covering him, eyes rimmed red and features stony still, unsure of what to say, unsure how they were supposed to calm their friend when his emotions were at their rawest.

“Tom wanted you to be happy.” Dougie didn’t know what to add, what to say. He’d lost a friend too, felt the knife in his heart and the questions soar though his mind, but there was nothing he could say to comfort, nothing he could say to take away Danny’s pain.

“Then why was he taken?” his question was croaked so innocently, blinking lashes sweeping away cold tears, fingers curling around Dougie’s thin shoulders, head resting in the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know, Danny. I really don’t know!” he felt the tears in his eyes, lashes blinking, keeping them from falling, breathing heavily, thick, and fast. He pulled himself from Dougie’s embrace, walked away from them both, stopping in front of the gaping grave.

Tears blurred his vision as the single red rose he held in his hand, a silly reminder of their first date was dropped on top of the woodened casket the silver nameplate sprinkled with raindrops. Tom had loved roses, told Danny so during their very first date, prompting the brunette to send him a dozen the day after. That small and insignificant fact never left his mind, burnt into the neurons, and after every argument they ever had, for every anniversary Danny would send Tom roses. It was kinda clichéd and predictable, but it was their thing.

Now Danny knew there would only be one anniversary he would be bringing Tom roses. The anniversary of his death a thought that broke him emotionally and physically, knowing he wouldn’t get to see his face as he arranged them, or hear him squeal a thank you and wrap his arms around his neck as he attacked him with his lips, smothering him in kisses and other pleasurable delights.

He knew that was just one of the many things he had to get use to, like the hole in his heart, the crater like void that only the feeling of love the blonde man had offered filled. There were so many things he had to get use to now, because he knew life without Tom would never be the same.

Spellbound (Prompt 006. First Meeting)

2008-01-01T20:08:24Z

Title: Spellbound
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG
Pairing: Poynter/Jones (Pones <3)
Genre: Slight AU, Romance, Fluff maybe.
Summary: When Dougie met Danny.
Disclaimer: Untrue, just fiction.
A/N: For star55 who prompted me with 006. First Meeting from my prompt tables here, go prompt me! I got the idea for this last night and started it before I went out then finished it this morning, so hopefully it won’t seem to rushed. I hope you all had a good New Year. Con-crit is always welcomed! Comments are, of course, loved <3
Word Count: 1,044

Dougie liked to watch from afar, always had. He liked to stand in darkness and let his eyes trail the room, watch every person; take in every detail, every mannerism, every freckle.

His good friend Harry threw a party every New Year and every New Year Dougie would stand alone and observe. For years and years it was no different, until last year. He had watched from afar and yet had seen something so delightfully beautiful, something he hadn’t seen before, something that made him wish the night not to end.

He was tall, dark haired, freckled. He was Dougie’s definition of perfect. He was warm and bubbly, loud and obnoxious, the life and soul of any party, and although Dougie hadn’t known him at the time the freckled brunette had brought a smile to his lips.

Harry had always been a great host, always making sure everyone’s glasses were full, that they were having a good time and as Dougie’s glass was refilled over and over again Harry would follow his gaze, grinning knowingly.

“He’s cute isn’t he?”

Dougie had spluttered, blushed, and quickly brought his gaze level, locking eyes with Harry.

“What would Tom say if he heard you say that?” Dougie chuckled lightly trying to hide his embarrassment, but never the less Harry carried on.

“He’s one of Tom’s friends, writes with him. You like him?”

“He’s attractive; I wouldn’t exactly kick him out of bed!” Dougie smirked as he spoke, gaze resting on the brunette, bouncing curls splayed across his forehead.

“I doubt many would. I’ll introduce you later,” and before Dougie had chance to say anything Harry was gone, hip swaying as he sashayed towards the dimpled blonde he liked to call his boyfriend, greeting him with a soft kiss.

Dougie couldn’t help but feel jealous, eaten up by that horrendous ache inside, that twisted and coiled. He was sick of been single and coming to Harry’s New Year parties, watching people, but always leaving alone. However, as his eyes landed on the gorgeous brunette Dougie couldn’t help but think things were changing, or at least hoping things were about to.

The first time he had eventually met the curly haired brunette, the guy he had been watching all night, was when he went to get a drink. Harry’s spacious and modern designed kitchen had been empty apart from the elder host himself, and the guy his eyes had been lingering on all night.

He suddenly felt like he was disturbing something, intruding on something and so stood uncomfortably in the doorway like he didn’t belong, but then Harry had turned and smiled, beckoning him forwards with a wave of his fingers, introducing him to the auburn haired man with dazzling blue eyes.

Dougie had instantly felt his legs wobble and his heart skip a beat as large hands, oh god, curled around his own daintier fingers, shaking roughly and grinning that hundred megawatt smile introducing himself as “Danny, Danny Jones,” almost James Bond style.

He was certainly smooth and smartly dressed like James Bond and Dougie could feel the electrical spark, although he was unsure if it was just his imagination. Gorgeous didn’t sum up the blue eyed cutie. His words were wobbled and unsure, cheeks flaring feeling a fool to lose his tongue like that. However, Danny just chuckled, his laugh husky and echoed slightly as he handed Dougie a drink, clasped him across the back, and steered him towards the lounge insisting on getting to know him better.

Dougie’s thin pink lips curled into a smile remembering how the very first night he’d met Danny had been the very first time he began to believe in love at first sight. He knew it was clichéd and cheesy, but that was the only explanation he could give to that immense wave of adoration he felt. Danny was always so happy and bright, and there was something about his laughter that was infectious, that made you feel good about yourself, that made Dougie fall just that little bit more for the lovable northerner.

That’s all they had done that night laughed and joked gotten to know one another a little better, clicked. Dougie remembered how at midnight Danny had shyly taken hold of his hand and tangled their fingers as his lips had hesitantly pressed against his, starting the New Year off the way it should be. Afterwards asking him if he’d perhaps like to go on a date.

That’s how it had began, so fast, so uncontrolled, but it had been so perfect. The last year had passed in a blur of phenomenal highs and he had loved every second of it, he almost didn’t want to see the year go.

His feet tapped a beat to the music pounding around the room, eyes fixated on the mass of people in front of him. Harry’s annual New Years Eve party was in full swing. Dougie still liked to watch people, take in their mannerisms and the way they acted, but just as last year there was only one person Dougie had eyes for. Danny Jones.

When he watched now he didn’t feel hideously jealous of all the couples, he didn’t feel like a social outcast because he was single, because he wasn’t anymore, he had a boyfriend, he was in love.

His grin only served to widened as he spotted the brunette in the crowd, watching as he pushed his way towards him, the countdown beginning, warm hands slipping into his own, head lifting as the curly haired northerner joined in, eyes sparkling in the half light, voice lost in among the rowdy calls of Happy New Year.

Dougie couldn’t help but let out a shriek-ish giggle as he felt arms circle his waist and Danny pull his body against his own, lips pressed against his ear, muttering a husky ‘ Happy New Year, baby’ against his ear, hot breath whooshing across his skin in warming waves.

Dougie chuckle as he returned it, lips pressed against the brunette’s muffling the ‘I love you’ that fell from between his lips, knowing if the year ahead was only half as good as the last one it wouldn’t matter as long as he got to spend it with Danny.

Merry Chrimbo…

2007-12-24T00:42:02Z

As the banner suggests I’m going on hiatus for a few days.

I'll keep checking my f list over the holidays, I can't live without slash :|

I just won't have anything to post until the New Year, unless I get bored and inspired to finished all the standalones I’ve started and the icons I’ve started making (my first proper attempt :| )
I really should get cracking on my prompt table as well, but shhh.

Cos I won't be around later if you celebrate it I hope you all have a very merry Christmas.

x x

All That Glitters (Flones Standalone)

2007-12-22T17:15:35Z

Title: All That Glitters
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Part: 1/1
Rating: Hard R maybe boarderline NC-17
Summery: Who knew skiing could be so much fun?
Disclaimer: You know the score, just fiction, bla, bla, bla.
A/N: So this didn’t exactly turn out as I expected it to. It was going to be longer and maybe have a couple of parts, but my mused left so it’s now just a standalone. It’ll probably be the last thing I post for a little while, well, until I get some of my unfinished standalones completed anyway. Con-crit is welcomed! Comments are, of course, loved <3.

The cold north-easterly wind swirled glistening flakes of snow around the garden, mesmerising the blonde man watching from the window, his hands immersed in soapy water. Tom Fletcher sighed; for once glad he was indoors, where it was warm, even if he had to wash away the breakfast dishes while his boyfriend was God knows where doing God knows what. Something that was oddly unsettling considering said boyfriend was Danny Jones, walking accident.

Drying his hands on the dishtowel he turned away from the garden that was rapidly becoming a winter wonderland and glanced towards the doorway as footsteps in the hallway could be heard. He smiled to himself hearing Danny’s cheery voice humming some sort of carol, footsteps growing closer, the kitchen door swinging open.

Smiling toothily towards his boyfriend Danny dumped the brochures in his arms on the table before tugging off his beanie, the flakes of snow that were clinging to the ends of the chocolate coloured curls that had been poking out from under the woollen hat, already starting to melt.

“It’s chilly out,” his voice, accented thickly, echoed through the cosy kitchen, cerulean eyes twinkling as they rested on the pale-skinned blonde, who just rolled his eyes as if to say ‘well duh of course it is, its snowing!’

“Where’d you go anyway?” Tom’s arms crossed, watching as Danny grinned and took a seat around the table, fingers smoothing across the glossy broacher front.

He could see the bashful sparkle imperfecting the brunette’s gaze as he licked his lips and began speaking, aquatic eyes wide. “We’ll…” he paused and looked up at his boyfriend, seducing him with just the meekest of looks, continuing with perfectly pronounced coy words.

“I thought seen as though we’re not going home for Christmas, and that we’re spending it together, as a couple for the first time, that I’d make it special and memorable.”

Tom’s lips upturned as he took as seat opposite his impish looking boyfriend, torn between intrigue and concern. “So… what have you done?”

Danny grinned pleased, stretching his arms above his head. “I booked us a holiday!”

Thoughts of golden beaches and rolling waves filled Tom’s mind as a dreamy smile formed upon his lips, goose bumps erupting across his skin.

The sound of the glossy magazine been pushed towards him, the pages ruffling, snapped his dark gaze back to Danny’s features, reverie broken, day dream shattered.

For the first time since Danny had returned home, Tom saw what the broachers entailed. There were no golden beaches or rolling surf, no rays of sunshine. No. Instead hills of fluffy white snow, cold clear skies, and secluded chalets.

Tom’s eyes snapped away from the glossy pictures and back to Danny who’s grin had yet to fade, eyes wide, lashes blinking away the surprised look on his boyfriend’s face.

“Skiing, snowboarding, snow!?” Tom muttered incredulously, fingers moving across the page. He didn’t mean to sound so ungrateful, it was obvious from the look on Danny’s face that he thought this was a great place for a vacation, just Tom couldn’t imagine actually paying to freeze your ass off when you could do it perfectly fine for free in Britain.

“Yeah, innit great?! Imagine it Tom, waking up on Christmas morning surrounded by snow!” Danny beamed like a child that had had far too much sugar. It was adorable in away, but Tom couldn’t help but feel anxious. He’d never been skiing before, he’d never been snowboarding, and he wasn’t overly keen on snow. It was cold, it was wet, and it was generally unwelcome in the world of Tom Fletcher!

Tom knew Danny liked to take risks, live on the edge, but there were certain things Tom liked to play safe with, be in complete control of, and he knew once on skis he wouldn’t be in control at all.

“You don’t like it, do ya?” Danny’s words were mumbled, smile fading slightly, unable to hide the disappointment he felt.

Feeling something in his heart shudder to a standstill, knowing he was the cause of Danny’s disenchantment Tom forced his lips to upturn and quirk into a small, reassured smile.

“No, I do its lovely, kinda romantic. I just, I can’t ski!” Tom blushed a little, cheeks flushing red as he glanced towards Danny, orbs of twinkling blue staring right back at him, undisturbed, features creasing into a slight frown.

“I should have asked you first. I’m sorry,” Danny, sighing lightly and ran his fingers through his mop of auburn curls, Tom shaking his head, smiling lightly.

“No, it’s the thought that counts and it was such a sweet thought. Besides I’m sure I can learn,” Tom smiled, watching as Danny’s eyes twinkled mischievously, the chair he had been sat on scraping against the laminate flooring footsteps echoing as he moved with surprising grace towards the blonde.

“I could always teach ya! I’m an excellent teacher!” Danny’s words were perfectly pronounced, breath warm against the nape of Tom’s neck as he draped his body across the blonde man’s back.

Tom’s brown eyes twinkled as he tilted his head back, peering up at Danny as his curls fell across his forehead, obscuring his twinkling eyes.

“Oh yeah!”

There was a low groan from the back of Danny’s throat by way of reply as their lips met in an awkward kiss. Positions were changed, the placement of their bodies rearranged so their lips moved more smoothly.

Standing up, arms thrown around Danny’s waist, Tom halted the kiss. Pulling back, catching his breath, warm hands pressed to the exposed skin of Danny’s hip, caressing softly.

“So, you want to put your excellent teaching skills to the test?”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He took hold of one of Danny’s hands and dragged the beaming brunette from the room and towards the stairs, unspoken words about their vacation settling in the back of his mind, as much raunchier thoughts gathered at the forefront.

~*~

The snow seemed to glitter and twinkle in the cold harsh rays of the early morning, wintry sunlight. Tom sighed, watching the people already on the ski slopes, captured by the way the smooth planes of snow seemed to welcoming, so deceiving to a novice like himself.

The iced whiteness was blinding, only imperfected by the odd dot of green in the distance, fur trees standing tall, the branches dusted with soft flakes. It was the perfect definition of a winter wonderland, festive and calm.

Feeling arms circle his waist, and come to a rest on his stomach, Tom tilted his head backwards the warm contours of Danny’s body shrouding him. He could feel the excited beat of the brunette’s heart against his back as his lips suckled at his neck.

Danny had been in a giddy mood since they’d arrived yesterday, immediately booking them both skiing lessons, determined they were going to leave knowing at least how to stand up on them.

For once Danny was eager to learn. It amused Tom that Danny was so excited about this, like a child on Christmas morning eager to see what Santa has brought him, he mused idly as he stared out of the window

“Isn’t this great?!” Danny murmured against honey sweet skin. “I cannot wait to get out onto the slopes.”

Tom could feel the heat radiating Danny’s body, feel the excitement in each syllable he spoke, and yet he had to force a smile, his stomach somersaulting. He loved seeing Danny happy, bubbling effervescently, smiling widely. He’d seen him at his lowest points, before they’d gotten together, before they’d daringly crossed the lines, when the freckled brunette had been questioning his sexuality, and he’d hated seeing Danny so miserable.

Tom didn’t want to be such a wet blanket, specially when Danny was so up for this. He just liked been able-bodied and having the full use of his arms and legs. He heated depending on others, he hated loosing control in all aspects of his life, this was just a tiny part.

Feeling Danny pull back, Tom’s reverie was broken, head tilted, eyes locking with Danny’s as the pools of deep blue twinkled. “Our first lessons at 11, you’d better go get ready,” he pressed his lips to Tom’s softly, patting his back.

Tom sighed, peeling himself away from the window, moving towards the bedroom, Danny watching him go. He knew Tom was nervous; he’d gone into his ‘quiet - leave me alone - don’t talk to me’ mode, the same as he did before they went on stage. Tom was always the one to get nervous, to panic see the things that could go wrong, but never did.

Danny felt partly responsible for Tom’s worries, he’d booked the holiday after all, wanting to show Tom a good time and now he couldn’t help but feel everything was going to go wrong, that Tom wasn’t going to enjoy this one little bit.

~*~

Kitted up, and out on the slopes, Danny and Tom were with a group of novices like themselves, practicing the simple moves their instructor had shown them. Their instructor was an American, blonde haired and strikingly green eyed. Tom couldn’t help but think he was kinda cute what with his accent and all. What! He was aloud to look, he’d never touch, Danny was more than enough for him, accent and all!

Feeling Danny’s gaze on him, Tom tilted his head, the brunette’s tinted goggles pushed up over his eyes, prominent pools of blue twinkling in the bright white and almost magnificent light.

“I told ya you’d like it! It’s easy once you know how.” he spoke softly, flashing the blonde a wide smile the slight gravitational move of his body setting off a momentum he couldn’t quite control. He squeaked softly, seeming to slide down the small hill all arms and legs, trying to control his movements, before eventually falling flat on his backside with an over exaggerated ‘ow’, pouting and rolling his eyes skywards.

Tom giggled to himself Danny was actually right for once this was fun. He didn’t actually know what he’d been fretting about, but of course he would never readily admit it, not to himself and definitely not to the brunette, who was ambling to his feet like a baby deer taking its first steps, brushing the powdered flakes of snow from off his jacket.

Once their lesson ended, Tom breathed a sigh of relief that he’d managed to get through it unscathed, Danny, however, hadn’t been as fortunate and spent the whole walk back to their chalet complaining about how much pain he was in.

Tom rolled his eyes towards the darkened skies, gripping at Danny’s hand, loving the feel of the soft flakes of snow falling against his skin. Secretly hoping Danny wasn’t in too much pain, the plan for the rest of the day was mapped out in his mind and pain be dammed he was going to make it happen. They were on holiday, they were alone, with no Dougie to interrupt them with shrieks of ‘my eyes, my eyes, I’m scarred for life’ after walking in on a make out session, and they were damn well going to make the most of it!

~*~

“I think the ski instructor had the hots for you?” Danny mumbled with a pout of his lips as they stepped inside the warm and welcoming chalet, unwinding his scarf from around his neck. The flakes of snow that clung to their clothing melting in an instant in the sudden change of temperature.

Tom just smirked, unzipping his coat and hanging it up. “Not feeling insecure are we, Dan. You know there’s only one guy for me!” he knew the game Danny was playing, but never the less went along with it.

“Just a little insecure, I think you need to reassure me, though!” Feeling Danny’s cold cheek against his, head resting on his shoulder, Tom chuckled to himself, kicking his shoes off, turning in Danny’s arms, fingers moving across the curve of the brunette’s spine, contours warm.

“I love you!” He smiled against pink lips, licking his own lips and gently pressing them to Danny’s, the brunette’s large hands resting at the base of Tom’s spine, caressing softly.

There was a fleeting flash of lust, both sharing the sudden rush of want, as with hast they moved, the carpeted flooring soft against their feet. They didn’t quite make it as far as the staircase that lead to the luscious bedroom, instead they opted for the equally soft and luscious sofa.

Danny fell backwards, arms hooked around Tom’s neck the blonde falling on top of him, lips still fused and fingers fumbling, loosening buttons and tugging at jeans.

The only sound in the air was that of the fire crackling and their lips touching. The whole ambiance of the room perfect, romantic even.

With a small smirk Tom’s fingers inched passed the waistband of Danny’s boxers, touching warm skin, feeling flesh harden beneath his fingertips. As his fingers curled he watched the array of emotions carve across the freckled man’s features, his shirt hanging open, chest rising and falling with each heady breath he took.

Retracting his fingers, Tom tugged and lowered the hindering garment as Danny’s fingers tangled in his hair murmuring his name softly. His brown gaze, dazed with lust and shining in the firelight, lifted and locked with deep aquamarine.

“I want you!” Danny’s words were breathed quietly, the syllables dripping with lust, breathed quietly, incessant fingers making his point more obvious tugging at the blonde man’s t-shirt, the material gathering, ruffled, and eventually dropped to the floor.

Tom felt fingers curve against the groove of his hip before dipping lower and into the back pocket of his jeans, finding one half of the necessities to make this more pleasurable, specially since preparation didn’t seem to be that far up on the agenda.

Cool lips melded against warmer, daintier ones, kissing softly, diverting the course of lusts natural progression. With an easy sweep of freckled fingers the button of Tom jeans gave way, the fly inched down, lower and lower, the denim pushed over the curve of his ass, kicked to the floor.

He arched against Danny; feeling the foil wrapper of protection pressed into his palm, mouth falling slack as eyelashes fluttered feeling Danny’s fingers push under the waistband of his own boxer shorts, wrapping around the heated swell of his erection.

Tom shuddered, cooler air swirling across his exposed skin as he was finally freed from his boxer shorts. There was haste and very little preparation, Tom instantly feeling the burning stab of regret pierce his heart, knowing Danny would feel this for days. Apologies spilt from his lips as he watched the flicker of discomfort cross Danny’s features, lips parted, eyes dropping, a cursed gasp falling free.

Rolling the condom on his eyes briefly met Danny’s searching the twinkling blue and slightly dazed orbs for any sign of hesitance. However, Danny shook his head and pulled the blonde closer by his wrists, urging him on.

Danny’s hands gripped at the end of silky blonde locks, fingers digging into his other half’s scalp, head tilted back, Adam apple bobbing as Tom made the first tentative thrust. Danny moaned out, legs tangling with the elder mans own, restricting movement, but feeling a whole new level of intimacy.

It didn’t take long to find a rhythm both were comfortable in, and as Tom brushed over something pretty spectacular inside, Danny voiced his pleasure with a loud gasp, mouth falling agape, lips dry as the air surrounding them turned much warmer.

A thin sheen of sweat produced a glow to their bodies, skins flushed, rosy. Danny’s fingers twisted through blonde locks, eyes rolling as Tom’s pinpointed assault to oversensitive skin and raw nerves continued. Their lips chastely met, lust dripping from each sweet caress pinkened flesh made, fingers roaming, and eyes rolling.

Arching his back the position changing slightly, Danny’s fingers digging into Tom’s shoulder blades, body shuddering as a, “oh God, I love you!” was chocked from between his lips, adrenalin coursing through his veins as well as a overwhelming splurge of love.

Every muscle in Danny’s body tightened, heat pooling between his legs, splicing his senses as Tom’s nimble fingers wrapped loosely around his erection once more. Grinning down on his flushed lover Tom chuckled softly and slowly with merciless ease began to move his hand softly across the head of Danny’s thrumming cock, finding a rhythm to match that of his thrusts.

Level breaths and pounding hearts mingled as one, Danny’s eyes flickering closed, fingers trying to find something to grip onto as his orgasmic ending approached, all stars, and bright lights flicking beneath the lids of his eyes. The longer he tried to ward it off, the more intense it became, and before he really had chance to think his body had slackened, slick warmth mingling between moving stomachs.

Tom smirked, sticky fingers retracting, lips clashing with Danny’s own as his own end neared. One, two, three more thrusts and his body had crumpled, folding like a piece of paper, breathlessly slumping forwards against Danny’s own.

Letting out a soft ‘hmpf,’ Danny felt his eyes flicker, fighting to stay open. The warmth from Tom’s body and the blinding heat from his orgasm washing across skin, burning to the core, making him feel very dozy indeed.

Typical, Tom though as he gazed down on his boyfriends peaceful form, lips parted ever so. Wiping his sticky fingers Tom slowly removed himself from Danny’s spent and prone from, pressing a soft and unobtrusive kiss to his lips.

As he sunk beside him, the space on the sofa seeming impossibly smaller, head resting on his chest, stickiness be dammed, Tom couldn’t help but smile. Who knew skiing could be so much fun?!

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2007-12-16T21:22:22Z

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Something Beautiful 8/10

2007-12-14T20:23:20Z

Title: Something Beautiful
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 8/10
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Rating: 15 maybe for slight sexual reference.
Beta'd by: star55
Summary: Danny seeks advice from Dougie…
Disclaimer: Nothing more than fiction!
A/N: Thank you for all your comments. We’re almost there, it should be finished by next week. Con-crit welcomed! Comments are loved <3

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The whole dimension of the group had changed in the two weeks. Fourteen small days and everything was different. Tom woke up each and every morning with a small, pleased smile on his face, he spent the majority of the day with Danny writing, and been close to him, learning things about him he never knew. He went to sleep every night totally content now he didn’t have a burden of guilt swaying to and fro over his heart. He was free. He was happy. He was in love!

To Tom Danny was different. Danny wasn’t the same Danny he’d met all those years ago at an audition for another band, and who he eventually asked into his own. Tom sensed he was acting differently around him, showing a different side to the ditzy and lovable guitarist he was when on stage. When alone he was stripped of all that boyish bravado, and was just himself a caring, charming, loving, and kind bloke. And quite surprisingly he managed to pull it off without it been over the top or annoying.

It wasn’t only Tom that had noticed a change. Danny had noticed a change in Tom too. He knew he had a shy, reserved, and quiet side. It was just one of the many different sides to Tom he’d seen during their friendship. He’d watched him be the voice of reason when things got hairy and leery, but now it was like Tom’s voice of reason had faded to nothing more than a tiny squeak.

He’d known Tom for what seemed like forever seen him at his highest and lowest points, but in the space of just two weeks he’d grown even closer to the blonde and had found out more about him than he had in the last five years.

Tom had always been organised and sometimes short tempered, but now since they had found something more than friendship Tom was a totally different person. No longer shy and more at ease within certain situations. He was no longer like a coiled spring around Danny. He was calm and relaxed.

It was like the many months of pent up sexual tension were been released with every step closer they took to crossing that thin and very faint line between friendship and a relationship.

Danny didn’t mind been patient and holding back on the physical aspects of their relationship. He didn’t mind waiting, he knew when they were both ready it would be worth it. Tom was worth the wait!

There hadn’t really been any drastic changes something Danny was thankful for. It hadn’t freaked Dougie or Harry out when they had been told. They were just the same, they did the same things just now when Danny was too lazy to traipse the few feet home he didn’t just fall asleep on Tom’s sofa, like he had previously, but instead in his bed, beside him. And woke up the next morning just as blissfully happy as he did when he went to sleep in an entanglement of the blonde hair and warm skin.

But then Danny knew from past experiences not to think things were too perfect, that everything was running smoothly, chances were there was something just ‘round the corner waiting to upset the apple cart.

~*~

The flickering light of the TV covered their bodies, shimmering their skins as the two men lay entwined, fingertips weaving through hair and across soft flesh. The movie seemed to be forgotten.

Pink lips moved across creamy skin, Tom arching slightly as Danny repositioned his body, fingertips dancing along the blonde’s arm, and running head long at the boundaries.

He heard Tom groan and smiled lowering his lips and covering the blonde’s wholly. He could feel Tom’s heartbeat against the palm of his hand as daintier fingers dance along his spine, sliding a little lower. His own fingers moved sliding long the front of his companion’s striped shirt, hips pressed down over the blonde’s. Danny smiled widely at the responsive mewls of pleasure he received.

He could feel the budding erection filling out Tom’s jeans and smirked pleased that it was because of him, continuing to gyrate, wanting desperately to feel something more. Before his hands could push into the denim confines and cup the straining bulge he felt Tom’s lips leave his own, hands curling and pushing at his shoulders.

“Danny, no, wait!”

Danny however didn’t hear, the blood was rushing in his ears deafeningly. He didn’t stop admonishing softer kisses to the blonde’s flushed skin, warm lips moving across his neck suckling softly on the sweet tasting skin.

“Danny, I said no!” Tom pushed a little harder, cringing slightly for sounding like a mother telling her petulant child they couldn’t have sweets, his fingernails digging into the soft skin.

Suddenly Tom was seeing a more relentless side to Danny a side he had never seen before. He was wilder and untamed. It scared him that Danny didn’t seem to know when to stop!

With a final tug and a pull Tom sat up Danny’s lips ripped from his body. Wide-eyed and breathing heavily Danny stared shocked by his actions in the blonde’s direction. He hadn’t meant to be so hot and heavy.

Tom was staring at him now the disgust lighting up his azure of dark brown. His features creased into a frown, torn between anger and sorrow.

Licking at his lips Danny turned his head and looked towards Tom who was rearranging his clothes and trying to calm the more incessant parts of his body and mind. The parts that were telling him not to be so uptight to give into temptation, give into Danny, and let him take him.

But he couldn’t. He wasn’t ready to. He had thought Danny had understood. Maybe he was wrong?

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry. I got carried away; I just want you so much,” Danny’s words washed over him, but they really made no difference. If he wanted him so much surely he’d be willing to wait?

“I don’t want your apologies, Dan! I thought you understood that I wanted to move slowly. I want our first time to be special, not like this, not some quick fumble in front of the TV!”

Danny’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’ shape as he thought of what to say knowing that saying sorry wouldn’t work. Before he had chance to speak the blonde was standing up and moving towards the lounge door, turning on his heel, and looking back at Danny who was standing up poised to follow.

“I think you should go home!”

The words echoed and before he had chance to argue back Tom was moving out into the hallway, Danny feeling like he had no choice but to follow. His heart thumped rapidly, as a feeling of utter and utmost dread filled his veins, sensing he’d made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He could almost feel the gaping hole forming not only in his friendship, but now it seemed his budding relationship with the elder guitarist.

“I’m sorry.” The cool wind bit at his skin as he stepped outside, the silvery rays of moonlight highlighting the sadness within his inky eyes as he turned to face the saddened blonde.

“I know, Dan! We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah!” his mouth opened to speak, but Tom’s words were final, the door slamming shut on the brunette moments later leaving him feeling extremely empty.

Goose bumps rose on his freckled skin as the damp, dark air enveloped his body moving dejectedly across the road and towards his own place. Inwardly, he couldn’t help but feel idiotic and disappointed in himself for allowing lust to bubble away under his skin, tearing him in two, and pushing him to the brink of practical molestation.

Kicking the door closed behind him the warm air washed over his skin, warming his soul, but doing nothing to displace the anxiety he felt. Letting a dreary sigh tumble from his lips Danny tossed his keys into the bowl on the counter and moved straight through to the bedroom.

The place suddenly felt empty, cold, and unfriendly. Stripping himself down to his boxers he sighed and slipped between the sheets of the king sized bed eyes wide as he stared through the moonlit blackness at the ceiling. For the first time in a week he was sleeping in his own bed, alone. There was no Tom beside him, no heat from his body just the cool cottony sheets against naked skin and an icy unfeeling ache in his heart.

He’d messed up. He needed to fix things. Fast.

~*~

The red and gold leaves fell in an aimless swirl, decorating the gravelled square in front of the curly haired brunette. His legs swung back and forth, converse clad feet hitting the wall he was sat upon with a dull thud.

The cool breeze nipped at his skin, rousing goose bumps as a light sigh fell from his dry, pink lips. He only lifted his head when he heard a soft voice murmur his name, cerulean gaze resting on Dougie. His thoughts immediately broken as the awkward blonde flashed him a smile cigarette packet in one hand and a lighter in the other.

“What you doing out here, its freezing?” rubbing at his bare arms for effect he hopped up on the wall beside him.

“Thinking although I could ask you the same thing,” Danny smiled lightly and tilted his head in the blonde’s direction.

“I came for a smoke,” he shrugged it off and sparked up.

“Oh! Without Harry?” Danny’s eyebrows crooked as he glanced down at his younger band mate.

Dougie rolled his eyes and watched Danny’s eyes flicker to the cigarette as he raised it to his lips and took a drag. “Were not joined at the hip, me and Harry!” exhaling the smoke he smiled in Danny’s direction and offered him the cigarette.

Immediately shaking his head he declined his offer and smiled wearily. “Ya do know Tom doesn’t like it when we smoke.”

“Jeez Dan, are you under the thumb already?” Dougie’s words were accompanied by a snigger, the brunette flushing red.

“No I’m not!” he watched as Dougie greedily puffed on the cigarette shrugging his shoulders.

“Sure, whatever you say, man!”

“I’m not!” Snatching the cigarette from Dougie’s grasp he raised it to his lips by way of proof that Tom hadn’t got him caught. Even if he had he didn’t think he’d have cared. Letting out a long sigh he exhaled deeply.

“Danny, you are okay right? You’ve just been acting a bit weird all day, come to think of it so has Tom,” Dougie’s musings were spoken out loud as he peered through his mop of blonde locks at the gloomy looking brunette.

“I’m fine!” it was a quick retort that only served to rouse more suspicions in the blonde’s mind.

“Danny, I’m not stupid. What’s gotten into you?”

His curly haired head lifted a hacking sigh falling from his lips, eyes rolling as he shook his head. “Nothing, that’s what!”

Dougie’s brow creased momentarily taking another drag and staring at the brunette as he exhaled. “Danny…” he trailed off because in the blink of an eye Danny’s voice was drowning out his own asking a question that made Dougie’s lips curl as the memories flooded his mind.

“Doug’s, how long after you and Harry got it together did you get intimate with one another?” His voice was croaky quiet and echoed with an embarrassed edge as his freckle smattered face turned towards his best friend. The boy he had met as a shy teenager, but who had now grown astonishingly into a bright young man.

Dougie smiled widely vividly remembering the night in question and how it had been so unexpected, but still so perfect.

Stubbing out the cigarette Dougie looked up, aquamarine eyes dancing with lust. “Me and Harry are sluts!” he spoke with a giggle and a roll of shoulders. “Once we’d initially crossed the line between friendship it was just a matter of time, days actually, before we crossed that line and cemented our relationship completely. Everyone’s different though.”

Danny’s features creased, picking incessantly at the sleeve of his jumper. Dougie’s eyes widening, head shaking.

“whoa! Hold up, is that is? Is this why your been so weird, ‘cos you’re not getting any?”

Danny shrugged his shoulders, features flushed. “No. it’s not that. I can deal with that, y’know. I just promised him we’d go as slow as he wanted, but I broke that promise. I fucked up. I pushed him too far and if you’ve noticed he’s not talking to me now.

“I’m scared I’ve fucked this all up before it’s even begun. What if he doesn’t want me now because I can’t control my cock?”

Dougie smiled unable to help himself as a soft, “Oh Danny!” fell from his lips.

“Oh God I’m so stupid aren’t I?” Danny sighed. “With women I can suss them out, know what they want, what they want from me. But Tom’s different. In the last few weeks he’s changed. It’s like all those boundaries have melted away, except one. I don’t mean to push him, I just wish I knew what he was thinking, what he expects from me.”

Dougie exhaled deeply and tilted his head towards the brunette. “He wants a boyfriend he can trust, someone who’ll respect his wishes. You’re his best friend, Dan. You know him better than anyone, and you know he won’t be able to stay angry at you for long.”

“What if I’ve ruined it all though? What if I can’t put this right?”

“God Danny you’re hopeless, you really are. How you two got it together in the first place is beyond me. Talk to him, Dan. Take him on a date, use your infamous Jones charm, and show him what happened was a mistake on your part, that it won’t happen again.

“You’re his first boyfriend of course he’s gonna want to take it slow it’s like been a virgin all over again. It’s all new territory for him, for you, and you might be ready but Tom needs time and I think you should respect his wishes. This changes everything. Once you’ve cross that line you can’t go back over it!”

Hopping off the wall copying Dougie’s moves Danny stared open mouthed at him, unable to help himself, voicing the one question that was at the forefront of his mind.

“When did you get so wise?”

With a shrug of his shoulders and a giggle Dougie watched as Danny’s footsteps fell in time with his own as both moved into the foyer of the prestigious looking building. “When I started shagging Harry I guess!”

My Boy Lollypop (Prompt 001. Lust)

2007-12-13T20:30:27Z

Title: My Boy Lollypop
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Poynter/Jones
Rating: NC-17 for smut and swearing
Summery: Lust, one of the seven capital vices, a stepping-stone inclining him to sin...
Disclaimer: All untrue, just a work of fiction.
A/N: For star55 who prompted me with 001. Lust from my prompt tables here. It took me a while to complete, but I got there in the end. I don’t really like the title, I suck at coming up with them. Constructive criticism welcomed! Comments are loved <3
Word Count: 3.208 (I got a little carried away)

Multicoloured lights bathed freckled skin, inky eyes perversely watching him, the skinny blonde boy that had a prominent blush and a light sheen of sweat covering his cheeks, his hips swaying tantalisingly to the beat of his music.

Danny Jones sighed, his aquatic gaze not once moving from off the young blonde’s body. He was beautiful, bronzed skinned and gleaming eyed. Beauty so obvious he didn’t even try to hide it.

He watched the skinny blonde push shiny and sweaty locks from out of his eyes, looking up and flashing Danny a smile that weakened the brunette’s knees, concentration divided, fingers moving across the fret board of his guitar, skin slick with sweat and slipping, hitting the wrong chord. His eyes stayed locked to the side of Dougie’s head, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

He tried to hide the effect Dougie had on him, the way goose bumps crept across his freckled flesh, pricking a feeling deep within. The way one smile from Dougie, however innocent it was intended, had him tingling from head to toe, tummy jumping with strangled anticipation.

Yet, despite those feelings, he couldn’t pin point exactly what was causing him to feel like that. Dougie was a friend nothing more.

~*~

Backstage, after the show that night, the usual wind down routine ensued. Tom and Harry chatted among them selves, babbled words exchanged, small talk and crass humour.

Danny sat, removed from the group, beer bottle cradled between his fingers, watching Dougie from the corner of his eyes. The young blonde laid across the couch opposite, shirtless, skin shimmering, dotted with droplets of cold sweat, a total picture of perfection. Danny could feel his heart thump hard against his chest with every breath Dougie took, mind still clouded and chest constricting his breath ever so slightly.

His reverie of impromptu thoughts were only broken when he felt a weight upon his shoulder, body jumping slightly and head lifted, futures drawn level with Tom’s, the elder blonde smiling.

“We’re off for a shower!” he nodded to Harry and moved towards the door, the drummer following a little too willingly for the brunette’s liking. He sighed lightly ignoring those niggling suspicions and turned his attention back to the leather settee Dougie had been sprawled across earlier, eyes widening, brows knotting as he found the space empty, mind hazed dumbly, not realising the blonde was beside him until he felt him shift, thigh accidentally brushing his own.

He jolted, head lifting, curls splaying across his forehead as twinkling orbs of blue locked with twinkling orbs of iced green, the edge of blue sparkling with deep sated curiosity. His tongue darted out daringly, licking over dry, pink lips, questioning him, lips upturning. “What’s going on with you, Dan?”

The barricades fell, but it didn’t shield Danny’s soul, Dougie could see in, Dougie’s fingers wound around his coconscious like liquid metal, heavy and dragging the precious thoughts out. He could see it in Danny’s eyes, the confusion, the embarrassment, the longing.

As Dougie pushed more of the blonde’s locks from off his forehead, he decided if Danny wasn’t going to tell him, or just didn’t know himself, he’d help him work it out. Biting down on his lips he threw caution to the wind and moved forwards, before Danny could really work out what was happening, and protest, Dougie’s lips had silenced him, pressed against the guitarists, kicking his un-thought-out and plan into action, and possibly jeopardising his friendship with the freckled northerner for curiosities sake.

Kissing Danny was different, his kisses had a certain edge to them, he was guarded, tentative, Dougie unable to help think it was because he was scared to show that want that was in his eyes, scored deeply, numbingly, into the pools of shimmering blue.

When he broke the kiss his cheeks flushed, his lips were red, kiss swollen and shimmering slightly in the light. Dougie’s head tilted, watching Danny as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat, gaze tilted downwards and resting on his lap and the fingers that were lacing.

“I’m, er. I’m n… n... not,” there was a babble of faltered words, a pause as Danny cleared his throat the final word seeming to be the most difficult to say. Taking a deep breath he looked up, eyelashes blinking rapidly, as he focused his gaze on Dougie, completing the sentence. “I’m not gay!”

Dougie just smiled not seeming at all surprised by Danny’s protest, a dainty hand lay on his freckled arm, lips parted as a deep chuckle bubbled up the back of his throat. “Right, so that’s why you let me kiss you?”

The brunette’s just gawped, feeling anger bubble below his skin, Dougie riling him with simple words. “You practically pounced on me, didn’t give me much choice.”

“You didn’t exactly push me away!” Dougie retorted with a wide smirk.

Danny’s Adams apple shifted, fright filling his azure. “I’m not gay. I’m just, I’m…” he trailed away, Dougie finishing for him, seriousness edging his voice.

“Confused? I’ve been there, Dan,” he stood up and smiled weakly. “You’ll work it out!” he hated himself for been so unhelpful, but this was something only Danny could work out, himself, this was something only Danny could confront. He stood up flashing Danny a soft smile, muttering that he was going for a smoke. As he sashayed from the room he could feel Danny’s gaze on him, the brunette just nodding watching him leave that swirl of anxiety back once more, fingers touching across thin, pink lips, still warm, still tingling, and still tasting the impish blonde upon them.

~*~

The bar of the hotel for the night was quiet, just a steady stream of chatter filling Danny’s ears as he sat hunched over the glass surface, cradling a shot of vodka. He’d been there since they’d arrived, while Dougie, Tom and Harry had gone upstairs to check out their rooms for the night, Danny had quickly headed for the bar, playing over Dougie’s words, Dougie’s kiss, trying to resolve the confusion he felt.

He wasn’t gay! He couldn’t be gay!

His features contorted, the bitter liquid burning as he swallowed, slamming the shot glass down. He felt a presence bedside him but refused to look up, he knew who it was without having too.

Signalling for two more shots Danny finally let glassy eyes rest on the blonde, head tilted watching as Dougie seated himself beside him, elbows resting on the glass surface in front of him, boyish features creased out of pity or worry Danny couldn’t quite tell.

“Why are you doing this, Dan?” Dougie’s head tilted to the refilled shot glass in the brunette’s hand. “Alcohol doesn’t help y’know. It just makes everything cloudy.”

Danny’s head lifted, eyes resting on the blonde, reminded as he took his own shot glass and downed it in one with a grimace that Dougie wasn’t as use to the hardcore liquor.

Clearing his throat Danny looked up timidly. “What if I am…?” he trailed away and looked towards Dougie, unable to say those words once more.

“What gay, bisexual? What’s there to be ashamed of? You’re still you, Dan!” Dougie smiled weakly and watched as Danny sighed, brows creasing as he got to his feet head shaking.

“Yeah, I guess. Listen I think I’m gonna go on up,” he looked skywards with a faint smile. “C’ya tomorrow, yeah.”

Dougie nodded with a smile. “Dan,” he spoke the curly topped brunette’s name and stopped him going, Danny’s head lifting, blue eyes meeting Dougie’s. “If you want to talk or y’know…” he trailed off flushing lightly Danny seeming to know exactly what he was meaning, head nodding, Dougie continuing regardless. “You know where to find me!”

Smiling Danny tried to hide the flare of his cheeks, muttering a soft ‘thanks’ body turning, moving towards the lobby and the lift. Once again his mind spun, thoughts impaired and distorted, a multitude of feelings invading his senses.

As the shining silver door closes and he pressed the button for his floor, Danny stopped unexpectedly like he’d been hit by a bolt of lightening, suddenly able to identify what those searing feelings were – lust, self gratifying, soul destroying, and gut churning lust.

~*~

He wasn’t sure what was compelling him to move, his mind was hazed, clouded heavily by intoxication. The words Dougie had uttered were creating some sort of background noise, ripping apart his senses.

He didn’t realise the seriousness of the action that were about to unfold as his footsteps faltered in front of Dougie’s hotel room, fist balled and knocking. He’d been back to his hotel room, but he couldn’t settle, couldn’t think, couldn’t shake that repetitive swirl of thoughts.

As the door swung open and Dougie appeared Danny’s breath stilted, realising suddenly what he was doing and what the implications could be.

“Danny?” Dougie’s words were soft, brows knitting in confusion at the silent brunette, who was biting down on his bottom lip. “You okay?”

Danny stood seemingly frozen to the spot unsure of what to do, what to say. He stared blankly, lashes blinking rapidly, heart thundering against his rib cage. “I, er, I need to talk.” Danny’s words were spoken quietly, blue eyes twinkling as he looked up watching Dougie’s head bob, stepping back allowing Danny to pass.

As he stepped into the room, the only light that of the lamps on the bedside table, talking was the last thing on Danny’s mind. His cheeks flushed as he turned, bought face to face with Dougie, the soft light shimmering his features. A slow burn of want scratching below his skin and before he knew what was happening, what was becoming of those emotions, he’d swept forwards, attacking the blonde’s lips with his own.

The kiss was a lot different to that they had shared earlier in the dressing room; it was a lot more forceful, a lot more heated, and much less innocent.

Dougie’s reciprocation seemed faltered shocked by the forcefulness of Danny’s actions, stunned almost. It took a few moments for him to kiss back, lips moving, fingers curling against freckled shoulders, bodies moving effortlessly across cream carpeted flooring.

Danny’s large hands moved along Dougie’s spine, holding him close, protectively, as Dougie’s own dainty fingers carded through dark curls. He arched against Danny’s body, taut skin warm and welcoming, a gasped groan tumbling from between Dougie’s lips, fisting the plain grey t-shirt Danny was wearing.

The young blonde was more than aware of what was going on, what this meant. In the back of his mind he knew this was just Danny taking him up on his offer, Danny needing answers, Danny’s exploration into his sexual confusion. Dougie was just a willing pawn, wanting to help, not caring if it was to mean anything at all to the curly topped brunette afterwards.

Part of Danny’s mind was screaming at him that this was immorally wrong, a stepping-stone inclining him to sin, but another part of his mind, the part that seemed to be ruled by lust, one of the seven capital vices, was more placid, ready to act upon that burn below his skin and in his veins.

Danny’s fingers continued to tug at loose clothing, goose bumps covering Dougie’s arms from each refined touch. His lips clashed with Danny’s the kiss slightly more feral, mouths parting, the tip of Danny’s tongue against Dougie’s own, soft like silk, eager to revoke some sort of response.

Dougie groaned, giving Danny his response, displacing that ache in his gut, lips pressed back, moving, grazing, provoking a wave of want. His fingers touched over Danny’s shoulder, clothes easily discarded and skin moving against skin. Their bodies seemed to shake with exhilaration as the covers of the bed sunk around them, the deep red sheets creased as they writhed gripped by arousal and desperate for a more intimate contact.

Danny surrendered himself to Dougie, eyes closed, Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed back that overpowering urge to just… run. He wanted this, but then he didn’t. It scared him to even think about confronting those feelings, but it was too late now he’d already set the ball rolling he was already condemning himself to sin.

As the button was popped on his jeans and his fly lowered, his breath hitched, chest rising and falling with each unlevelled gulp of air he took. As the rough denim was peeled away and excited fingers fell past the waistband of his boxer shorts, wrapping around the base of his ready erection, Danny couldn’t help but reel upwards, eyes flying wide, unable to help himself groaning aloud at the sensational overload.

Their lips clashed, their eyes met and their hearts pounded in tandem. Danny’s taut stomach straining as Dougie’s fingers moved across it, retracting from inside his boxers. He watched through heavy eyes, lazily wondering what the blonde was doing, when he was answered by Dougie peeling away his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor with a flourish of his wrist, grinned down on him.

Dark eyes sparkled mischievously, glazed deeply as his jeans followed suite leaving both men in just boxer shorts, the slow burn of want starting to niggle and become an annoying itch below rosy skin. As Dougie’s cool, nimble fingers scratched at the top of Danny’s boxers, lowering the material, the thought of what this might do to their friendship seemed to disappear.

It didn’t matter it was just one night…

Freed from his boxers, Danny couldn’t help but blush, his erection straining for attention, head an angry red. As Dougie’s fingers curled around hardened flesh, Danny reeled upwards, lips parted, gasping aloud.

It was anew level of intimacy for friends that already shared most things. Dougie’s fingers continued to move, stimulate already sensitive skin, pulling Danny in two by their persuasive power alone.

Danny’s hips bucked off the bed, seeking out friction, delicious friction. He felt warm breath on the side of his neck as Dougie chuckled, and slipped down Danny’s body, sweat already glistening on freckled flesh.

Dougie felt Danny’s hands tangle in his hair, large hands tugging at shining blonde locks as he settled between splayed legs. He heard the groan that quivered up Danny’s oesophagus, felt the vibrations as he slowly dragged his tongue the length of his twitching dick, enveloping the head, drenching him in warm and slightly sticky heat, sucking lightly.

Every sensation below chalky skin, only imperfected by dots of colour, freckles, was new to Danny, different to the norm. Every caress of a rough tongue to sensitive skin made his body ache and his senses stand on edge. He didn’t care that it was Dougie doing this as opposed to some sultry lipped chick. It felt good, so fucking good!

He voiced his appreciation with a hoarse groan of Dougie’s name, back arching as the young blonde picked up the pace, trying to ward off the feeling to gag, small fingers digging into Danny’s hips in an effort to keep him in place and stop him wiggling about so much, aware he was probably leaving a mark, a small reminder that would eventually go away, unlike the memory!

Part of Dougie felt as though he was making a mistake, a huge un-correctable mistake, but the weight of Danny’s cock on his tongue, and the way the brunette’s back arched elegantly, eyes flickering, fingers curling and gripping, was addictive. He liked the though he was allowing Danny to experience those sensations, experience them from the touch of another man.

His blonde haired head bobbed, peeking upwards and watching as Danny gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to hide the way his stomach muscles tensed, and his body shook, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. Dougie’s tongue wrapped around the head of Danny’s cock, sucking like he would a lollypop, finding that elusive spot and exploiting it to his best ability.

The brunette gave in, swallowed the lump forming in his throat, crying out with a mixture of emotions, sweaty hands clasping the blonde’s shoulder, the feeling of his release hitting crashing against him like waves against rocks.

Dougie’s eager throat worked double, swallowing and grimacing. Pulling off and looking up he waited for some sort of response from the brunette who lay static, silent, and wide-eyed. His chest rose and fell with each unlevelled and broken breath he took, his head spun, his body feeling like it had betrayed him. The gentle touch of the bassist had tipped him into a void of darkness he felt like he couldn’t get out of, the questions buzzed, the voice in the back of his mind making his stomach squirm as the hand of a fantasist rested on his stomach, pulling him from his reverie.

“Danny, you alright?” Dougie’s voice was soft, understanding, his own want for pleasure forgotten for the welfare of his friend.

“I can’t,” Danny’s words were quiet, his body still quivering; his mind reeling as he sat up. The thought of what had happened, the thought of the feelings he had confronted and the gaping hole he had opened in their friendship haunting him.

Dougie felt his heart thud as he watched Danny get to his feet, skin still shimmering as he pulled chequered boxer over skinny hips. Dougie didn’t want to argue, push Danny when he was at his most insecure, but he needed to make sure he was alright, wasn’t regretting things too much. But as he watched Danny move around the room, collecting his clothes, Dougie could only watch in silence, wanting desperately to reach out.

He croaked a hollow, “Dan, come back!” but the brunette was gone, the room suddenly seeming colder, unfriendly. The blonde sighed, eyes closing as he slouched down in the covers, arms folded behind his head, hoping things would look a lot different come morning.

~*~

The hotel room was in total darkness, the curtains pushed open, wide, sky dark only lightened by the low hung moon, stars shimmering in the vastness of midnight blue.

Danny stepped inside, ruffling curly locks, and slouching down on the bottom of the bed, hands clasped together, anxiety biting below his skin. He couldn’t get the thought of Dougie between his legs out of his mind, he couldn’t shake the feelings he had given him, trembling to the very core.

What had happened with Dougie was nothing more than what would have happened if he’d picked up a woman, except Dougie wasn’t faceless, unknown, a conquest. Dougie was his best friend, a guy!

Danny wasn’t sure if it was the thought of perhaps been gay, or bisexual that scared him the most. It terrified him to think one kiss, one touch; one absurd feeling had blurred the lines, and turned his word upside down.

It shouldn’t have happened, Danny knew that, felt that, but it had, it did, it was too late now! He knew he had to hold on the fraying threads of their friendship, hold on tight and keep his cool, not let lust taunt him and tear apart their friendship.

Lust. That’s all it had been, the driving force behind passion, an intense craving, a habit of carnal desire that had already inclined him to sin!

Something Beautiful 7/10

2007-12-10T20:50:03Z

Title: Something Beautiful
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 7/10
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and stuff.
Beta'd by: star55
Summary: Tom faces the consequences of Danny’s late night visit.
Disclaimer: Nothing more than fiction!
A/N: Thank you for all your comments. Only three adds left and there’s still no sex, we're getting there though. Con-crit welcomed! Comments are loved <3

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“What are you doing here, Danny?”

The question seemed to reverberate in the air, Tom’s dark eyes narrowing.

“Can I come in? I’m freezing my balls off here!” Danny’s words were whispered, lips upturned as he flicked a strand of soaked auburn hair from out of his eyes. The question Tom had asked left unanswered.

Stepping back reluctantly Tom watched Danny pass, a sense of longing and disappointment mixing and striking his body, the brunette looking so forlornly lost.

A strange sense of déjà vu filled Tom’s body as he followed Danny into the lounge, the brunette shivering slightly, soaked to the skin.

“I’ll go and get you a towel to dry yourself off,” Tom’s words were breathed simple and freely a glance cast at the troubled brunette before he turned in his heel and moved towards the linen closet at the top of the stairs.

Coming back a fluffy blue towel clutched in his hands he found the brunette in exactly the same position he’d left him, droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair and onto his flushed features. Sighing lightly Tom handed him the towel and sat opposite him watching as the freckled northerner ran it through his wet curls.

“What are you doing here, Danny?” Tom repeated his earlier question, with a certain edge of annoyance that the brunette was giving him the silent treatment.

“I came to see you!” Danny’s voice was accented thickly, sad, tired eyes resting on the blonde, who pursed his lips.

“Why?” his brown eyes flickered upwards, locking with the guitarists own a flash of something unfinished lighting up his azure of aquamarine.

He stayed silent a little while longer before eventually breaking it with a torn sigh, tongue poking out and licking over his lips. “I think, I think we need to talk.”

Tom’s dark eyes widened as he nodded, allowing Danny to continue. “I want to know why after we kissed, after I told you how I felt, you went practically straight to your ex!” his eyes were sad and watery as he looked up and suddenly Tom felt a pang of guilt. The same pang of guilt that had plagued him all through the night.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat before replying, words simple and breathed quietly. “Because I had to see her Danny!”

Danny breathed a sarcastic laugh and shook his head. “No Tom you didn’t have to. You could have ignored her call, phoned her back, but you wanted to see her, there’s a big difference!” his words were snapped harshly the fire alight within his darkened azure, reminding Tom of the way he’d acted in the lift that afternoon.

It shocked Tom. Danny had always been so laid back and suddenly the blonde was unsure of the new side to the brunette that he was seeing.

Swallowing thickly Tom hesitantly pressed his palm to Danny’s arm. The brunette’s head lifting quickly, glazed gaze resting on the blonde who continued to chatter aimlessly.

“I had to… I mean, okay, I wanted to see her,” Tom sigh, Danny’s features creasing into a frown. “She was my girlfriend for so long Dan and I couldn’t let her go without telling her the truth.”

Danny’s head lifted, eyes icy, wide, and watching the blonde’s every move as a simple and bitterly spoken, “That was noble!” fell from his lips, stiffly.

Tom’s head shook, eyes narrowed. “No, it was fair!” as his words echoed in the air he saw Danny’s features soften. Their eyes stayed locked together, silence surrounding them with just the gentle beat of the rain pounding the windows the only sound to be heard.

“Danny you don’t get it. You don’t know how hard it is seeing the woman you proclaimed to love for so long pretend that what you’ve done isn’t effecting her. You don’t really know what it’s like letting go of everything stable and stepping out into the unknown.”

Closing his eyes Tom felt Danny’s body move closer, warmth enclosing the space surrounding him, a large freckled hand resting on his forearm.

“I do Tom. I know how scary this all is. I might not have had the stable relationship you had with Giovanna, but I’m not stupid I know that what we could have, what I want us to have, can change everything. But I’m willing to risk that if you are.”

Eyes met, deep warm brown clashing with icy blue, and before he had chance to think of what was happening, his lips had parted, gasping sharply as Danny captured them in a deep, sensual, lust seared kiss.

The alcohol tasting lips of Danny’s slid against the soft, fresh tasting lips of the blonde’s, tearing him in two and persuading his body into complying with his own desperate wants.

Arching into the kiss, Tom murmured against his lips and let his fingers toy with the damp hair at the nape of the freckled man’s neck.

Each varying caress filled Tom’s body with warm sparks of pleasure. Each touch of Danny’s fingertips against his skin, running under his shirt, and carding through his hair provided a surreal sensation and want for something more physical, more real.

Tensing slightly as his body toppled onto the sofa, Tom tightened his arms around Danny’s neck the cool leather sliding against his hot skin. Danny’s body partially covering his own, their lips still fused and skin still flushed.

The rhythm of Tom’s lips moving against Danny’s faltered falling out of sync as nerves overtook. He could feel Danny’s persistent hands glide the planes of his chest, trying to loosen the buttons of his shirt.

However, as the kiss broke and their eyes locked, Danny saw the fears in the blonde mans darkened gaze. Parting his lips to speak, Danny’s lips upturned feeling Tom’s fingers press to his lips, silencing him.

“I am willing to risk what we have for love. But I can’t do this!” Tom’s words were spoken quietly, lips still tingling from the brunette’s touch.

“I do want this; believe me I do, so much. I just, I’m not ready for this, yet!” he looked down and pressed his hands to Danny’s chest, lifting himself into a sitting position forcing Danny to sit backwards and away from the blonde’s warm, safe touch.

“I want the first time we have sex to be special!” A light blush crept across his features as he glanced towards Danny’s radiantly flushed features. There was no doubt in his mind it would happen eventually. He just didn’t want it to be on the spur of the moment.

“I want us both to be sober!” he was, but he knew Danny wasn’t. He’d been able to taste the alcohol on his lips when they’d kissed and seen the glaze to his gaze when they’d pulled apart.

“I want us both to be able to remember it. I want us both to know this is what we want, that we aren’t making a mistake we’ll come to regret.” As Tom’s babble of words faded away Danny’s head lifted, bobbing wordlessly in agreement.

He could sense the nerves radiating Tom’s body and knew if it hadn’t been for the alcohol in his system, numbing his alertness, that he too, would have felt them.

He wanted their first time with each other, both of their first time with a member of the same sex, to be special too. He didn’t want all the hearts and flowers kind of shit. He just wanted something romantic, something that would mark the start of something beautiful.

“I can wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes,” Danny’s words were nothing more than a husk, hands slowly clasping Tom’s, fingers locking.

He knew it’d be the longest wait of his life, but somewhere in the back of his mind, and deep inside his heart he knew there’d be a very pleasurable reward.

He was ready. He’d been ready for this, for someone like Tom for along time, but he knew Tom hadn’t. This was all new to the elder man, feelings of lust for a member of the same sex. Tom had only ever dated girls and while Danny too had dated girls he’d become quite accustomed to hiding his attraction for guys.

“You’re cold!” he was brought back to reality by the feel of the blonde’s fingers pressed flat to his cheek.

“I’m fine,” Danny’s words were croaked eyes staying locked on Tom’s. Everything felt surreal, like it wasn’t actually happening. Tom truly had him captured.

The blonde smiled and stepped back. “I’ll go and see if I can find you anything to change into. Then I’ll get something to warm you up… hot chocolate? Fletch’ll go ape if you get the flu or something.”

‘Then you can be my nurse!’ Danny mused nodding his head and smiling a, “that’d be nice,” watching as Tom left the room with slow and decisive footsteps.

Sitting back down and bowing forwards slightly Danny sigh, unsure how all this had happened. To him it sounded soppy to say but it was almost like this was all down to the hands of fate. He knew despite his attraction to guys that if Tom hadn’t let him in on his feelings none of this would have happened. He knew he wouldn’t have thought of pursuing anything with the blonde, he valued his friendship too much to fuck it up without some sort of guarantee.

However, Tom had provided him with a guarantee with each kiss and declaration of love. Tom had eased his worries told him without words that he didn’t want just some experimental fuck, this was real, this was love!

Comfy-cozy (Prompt 001. Christmas)

2007-12-08T20:38:59Z

Title: Comfy-cozy
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All untrue, just a work of fiction.
A/N: For scribblemusic who requested 001. Christmas from my prompt tables here. It's quite short, but I hope you like. Con-crit welcomed! Comments are loved <3
Word Count: 1,256

The confined kitchen was warm; a light glaze of condensation filming the windows, rolling across the clear glass, just like the beads of sweat collecting on the young blonde boy’s forehead. He stood in front of the stove a red apron wrapped around his waist and tied in a dainty bow. He blew strands of golden hair from out of his eyes and wrapped his fingers around the large glass bowl, prodding at the doughy mixture within. The wooden spoon clanked against the glass, breaking his musings, sticky fingers leafing through the pages of the recipe book open in front of him.

He smiled to himself pleased things were going to plan, pleased he was going to be able to say he’d done this himself, with a few encouraging tips from his mum that morning. He was proud to be doing something special for that special someone in his life, a symbolic gesture, perhaps.

Mentally checking off his ‘to do list’, Tom Fletcher grinned, vegetables peeled and cooking, check! Turkey cooked, golden and almost ready to eat, check! Tree trimmed and decorated, (?). There was a huge question mark hanging over that one and Tom couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He’d delegated that job to his clumsy and accident prone lover, occupying him, banning him from entering the kitchen until everything was ready.

He thought of going to check up on him, quickly shaking his head and thinking against it, settling his mind finding the cookie cutters and rolling pin. He trusted him, spying wouldn’t do him any favours, and what harm could fancy lights and glass baubles cause?

Outside the cool winds whistled down the quiet suburban street, whipping up a frenzy, scattering flakes of snow across the landscaped garden. Stepping away from the tree, that stood tall and proud, classy white lights twinkling in all their splendour adding a certain Junoesque to the cosy room, Danny Jones sigh irritably and slouched back against the sofa, pleased with his handy work.

Folding an arm behind his head, he lay back, blue eyes moving towards the window, captivated by the flakes of powdered snow that swirled by. His tummy rumbled hungrily at the smell of his lovers cooking, his lips curling at the thought of Tom slaving away over a hot stove. He could be such a housewife sometimes; everything had to be to perfection, but that was one of the many things he loved about him. The fact he was so persistent, so organised, and ever so slight bossy.

They were going home, separately for Christmas, tomorrow, but still the blonde had insisted on cooking something special for the two of them, even going as far as banning him from the kitchen, not to mention prohibiting the drummer and bassist from interrupting them.

He shifted, getting to his feet, the curious streak within gaining the better of him, the rich aroma of their own special Christmas style dinner and all the trimmings filling his sense as he stretched, and moved towards the kitchen, consciously aware of what Tom had told him. ‘I’ll call you when I’m ready. No peeking or no sex for a month!!’

It was an empty threat, or at least Danny hoped it was, ‘cos he was about to defy the blonde, large hand pressing down on the handle, pushing the door open with a creak, lips instantly broadening.

Tom was stood at the counter, rolling the cookie dough out and cutting shapes of angels from the sweet mixture. He swayed side to side as he hummed along to the festive songs playing on the radio, Danny biting down on his bottom lip a wave of love for the elder boy filled his veins, making him tingle from head to toe.

He stepped forwards, unnoticed to the blonde, and wound his arms around his waist, blowing warm air against the skin at the nape of his neck, wispy blonde locks ruffled. He watched Tom falter, placing the final perfectly cut angel on the try, before turning round in the brunette’s arms, lips curling, arms wrapping around Danny’s neck.

“I thought I’d told you I’d shout you when it was ready?” Tom’s lips curled as he brushed his fingers across Danny’s cheek, smearing flour across the skin and making the patchwork of freckles standout.

Shrugging Danny pulled away. “You were taking too long, I was getting bored and a little curious.” Tom grinned, pulled away, turning his back to the curly topped brunette as he moved towards the stove once more placing the tray of gingerbread angels inside.

“You haven’t gotten any patience, Danny,” Tom tutted, smirking widely and dropping the glass bowl in the sink of soapy water, Danny’s arms once more wrapped around his waist, lips pressed to his neck.

“I have patience when it comes to some things, just not this!” he felt Tom shiver at his words and grinned pleased, fingers resting on his hip, as the blonde continued swaying to the music, the bump and grind of their hips doing nothing to ease Danny’s buzzing thoughts and incessant body.

Soft lips shifted against his neck, as his fingers pulled at the apron strings, the vividly bright material falling away. Tom’s body turned quickly, lips meeting hastily. They were proper kisses, tender, delicate like snowflakes against flower petals, but still with that edge of urgency, still with that burning want.

His hands touched over warm flesh, feeling every ridge and bump below his freckled fingers, his lips occupying Tom’s, their bodies moving across the linoleum flooring with uncoordinated haste.

Danny’s fingers moved surreptitiously across the blonde’s back holding tighter, fingers digging into his skin as he crashed backwards into the wall, groaning into Tom’s mouth and lifting his hand, rubbing at the sore spot at the back of his head.

Every kiss was growing more and more rougher, feral. Every touch was from relentless fingers, clawing at clothes, unable to hide that craving want. They’d be gone a week, a week away from one another from the familiar touches and kisses, a week with nothing but phone calls and teasing words they had to make tonight good, memorable.

Danny shivered at the thoughts, the thought of husked words, and a pent up cravings. His eyes flickered, clouded with lust, but focusing as he felt Tom’s hand press to his breastbone, pushing him back and jolting him from his world of filthy thoughts.

“Danny!” Tom’s pink lips form the words perfectly, spoken in a chastised manner, but showing there was no harm meant. “What about the dinner?”

The brunette’s eyes widen, softening and turning the blonde’s knees to jelly as he flashes him that bedazzling smile. “Tommy…” his fingers crept along the blonde’s chest, tickling, and touching, teasing the round plastic buttons with his nimble fingers. “I want to give you your present,” his hands clasp around the bottom of the yellow tie Tom was wearing and tugged, pulling the blonde’s body closer to his own, continuing in a hushed whisper. “We can have dinner after… later…”

Tom couldn’t protest, his perfectly devised schedule falling out of the window as it did so many times when the brunette was around, lips meeting, silencing him with kisses unlike those they’d shared in the kitchen bodies manoeuvred and tugged through into the lounge, eager lips and a manipulative tongue muffling his mumbled, “I love you!” as they crashed back onto the sofa, starting an exploration of warm contours with quick fingers, that would go on long into the night.

FIN

Prompt Table...

2007-12-06T23:10:24Z

So I’m jumping on the prompt table band wagon and have created my own.
Prompts for standalones, ficlets, drabbles :)
McFly slash only/ multiple pairings.

The Sinful Seven

001.	Lust.	002.	Gluttony.	003.	Greed.	004.	Sloth.
005.	~~Wrath.~~	006.	~~Envy.~~	007.	~~Pride.~~	008.	X.

Occasions

001.	Christmas.	002.	~~New Year.~~	003.	~~Valentines Day.~~	004.	~~Birthday.~~
005.	~~Anniversary.~~	006.	~~Birth.~~	007.	Death.	008.	~~Union.~~

Romance

001.	~~Love.~~	002.	~~Comfort.~~	003.	~~Pleasure.~~	004.	Sensuality.
005.	~~Passion.~~	006.	First Meeting.	007.	~~Touch.~~	008.	~~Taste.~~
009.	~~Confession.~~	010.	~~Heart.~~	011.	~~Eyes.~~	012.	~~Serenade.~~
013.	Delicate.	014.	~~Kiss.~~	015.	~~Moonlight.~~	016.	X.

Angst

001.	Argument.	002.	Despair.	003.	Destruction.	004.	~~Broken.~~
005.	Lies.	006.	Answers.	007.	Tears.	008.	~~Betrayal.~~
009.	~~Decisions.~~	010.	~~Leaving.~~	011.	~~Separation.~~	012.	Shame.
013.	Redemption.	014.	~~Change.~~	015.	Revenge.	016.	X.

There are loads but it’s always good to be able to pick and choose.
If anyone wants anything… request away lol ;D
I’ll write any pairing (McFly Slash) so pick a prompt and a pairing.
The one’s struck out are taken prompts.
Have patience I will get round to writing them all... eventually!

Check off List
[X] scribblemusic - Occassions: 001. Christmas; Flones
[X] star55 - Sinful Seven: 001. Lust; Pones
[ ] star55 - Occasions: 005. Anniversary; Pones
[X] star55 - Romance: 006. First Meeting; Pones
[ ] star55 - Angst: 011. Separation; Pudd
[ ] catching_clouds - Occasions: 003. Valentines Day; Flones
[X] catching_clouds - Angst: 015. Revenge; Pudd
[ ] sunev789 - Romance: 008. Taste; Flones
[ ] sunev789 - Angst: 008. Betrayal; Flones
[ ] beckystark06 - Sinful Seven: 005. Wrath; Flones
[X] beckystark06 - Occasions: 007. Death; Flones
[ ] beckystark06 - Romance: 014. Kiss; Flones
[ ] beckystark06 - Angst: 010. Leaving; Flones
[ ] juddpoynter - Sinful Seven: 007. Pride; Pudd
[ ] juddpoynter - Romance: 010. Heart; Pudd
[ ] juddpoynter - Romance: 011. Eyes; Pudd
[ ] b_u_n_n_i_e_s - Angst: 004. Broken; Pudd
[ ] hamstetti - Romance: 003. Pleasure; Pones
[ ] hamstetti - Romance: 007. Touch; Pones
[ ] _princess_han_ - Romance: 005. Passion; Flones
[ ] _princess_han_ - Romance: 009. Confession; Flones
[ ] haylz4000 - Romance: 015. Moonlight; Flones
[ ] leathlin - Romance: 012. Serenade; Flones
[ ] juddpoynter - Romance: 002. Comfort; Floynter
[ ] earenya_beryl - Sinful Seven: 006. Envy; Flones (Third party)
[ ] earenya_beryl - Occasions: 006. Birth; Pudd
[ ] star55 - Occasions: 002. New Year; Floynter
[ ] star55 - Romance: 001. Love; Pones
[ ] star55 - Angst: 009. Decisions; Junes
[ ] star55 - Occasions: 004. Birthday; Junes
[ ] star55 - Angst: 014. Change; Floynter
[ ] star55 - Occasions: 008. Union; Fludd

Something Beautiful 6/10

2007-12-05T20:42:49Z

Title: Something Beautiful
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 6/10
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Rating: PG
Beta'd by: star55
Summary: Tom pays someone from his past a visit.
Disclaimer: Nothing more than fiction!
A/N: Sorry it’s taken a while to add. This add probably seems like it doesn’t have any point, but I thought it was needed. Con-crit welcomed! Comments are loved <3

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Standing in front of the mirror Tom smoothed his hand over his shirt and let out a small sigh. Why was he agreeing to this? He was the one that had broken up with her; he was the one that hadn’t wanted to continue living a lie. So why was he now agreeing to go and see her and talk to her like a friend, knowing all the while he’d be giving her false hope about possibly reconciling?

It wasn’t that he didn’t want that, she had been a great girlfriend; he just knew if he allowed himself to slip back into her comforting arms he’d be betraying her, betraying himself. Danny had kissed him, given him a taste of something he had desperately wanted, now more than ever.

“Tom!” hearing his name he loosened his tie and looked over his shoulder watching as Harry stood in the doorway, hesitantly. He whispered a, ‘hey’ watching as Tom’s perturbed gaze crawled across his body.

“I gave you that key for emergencies and unless little green men are taking over the world I don’t want to know,” Tom uttered the words sarcastically, eyes dark as he pulled on his jacket.

Stepping forwards, Harry let his retort slip, his gaze lingering on the blonde. “Tom what are you doing? Your going to see her aren’t you? Why? Why when it’s Danny you want? What happened? Did you catch up with him?”

“Yes!” was Tom’s sniped reply.

“And…?” Harry prompted.

“And nothing,” came the nonchalant reply, Harry’s gaze narrowing. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Tom too well and he knew he was lying.

“Tom!” his voice was softer and more pronounced. His eyes shone and a slight glaze rolled across Tom’s features. “What are you scared of?”

Rounding quickly Tom glared at Harry, who despite that continued. “Did you talk to him? What happened ‘cause he’s over at mine with Dougie sulking.”

Harry wasn’t about to give in and Tom knew it. With a sigh he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, combing a hand through his hair.

“I asked him if he was a homophobe. I just wanted a reaction, Harry. I got one. He stopped the lift; he looked so angry and disgusted with me. I thought he was going to hit me at first, but he didn’t, he told me he loved me then he kissed me, and I mean properly kissed me,” Tom’s words were croaked, eyes chancing a glance towards the drummer who looked shocked, eyebrows rising.

“If you love him and he loves you then why are you doing this? Why are you going to see her?”

Tom sighed and did the typical thing, shrugged. “‘Cos I’m scared, Harry. I only get one shot at this and if I fuck it up that’s it. I don’t just lose Danny as a friend I’ll most probably lose him as my band mate too, and that’s something I don’t want to risk!” he paused, only for breath, before continuing. “I have to go see Giovanna she was my girlfriend for so long and when I broke up with her I wasn’t truthful and I think it’s only fair she hears from me, because until I tell her I can’t even think about beginning something with Dan!”

He paused again and looked up, straight into the drummer’s glassy eyes. He saw the striking pools of blue glisten and knew Harry understood. Picking his wallet and mobile up form off the nightstand he felt Harry move and follow him to the door.

“Me and Doug’s are going to take Dan out to try and cheer him up. Usual place if you want us.”

Tom nodded with understanding and jogged down the stairs. Fishing his keys from out of the bowl by the door he glanced one last time at Harry, flashing him a smile before stepping into the cool night.

~*~

There she was. Tom stopped momentarily in the doorway of the restaurant. Their restaurant. It had always been somewhere they’d come on special occasions, the place they’d had their first official date; it was a place that held so many memories. As each nostalgic thought wrapped around Tom’s body he sighed, the worry, anxiety, and guilt he felt heightened.

He watched as she lifted her head and smiled, something that made the knot of nervousness in the blonde’s stomach tighten. What was she expecting from him? And more to the point what was he expecting to come from this meeting? Did he really think once the truth was out he’d feel less guilty and perhaps able to embark upon something with Danny. It didn’t work like that, did it?

Taking a seat he flashed her a nervous smile a friendly, ‘hey, how’ve you been?’ exchanged between the pair. Silence resounded, the gentle lull broken by a feeling of somewhat forced chatter. The uncomfortable-ness that surrounded the pair made it feel like the last five years that they’d been together, sharing their lives, their secrets, and souls had meant nothing, had been erased from their memories when Tom had uttered the words, ‘its not working out anymore!’ less than two weeks ago.

Uncomfortable, Tom shifted, clearing his throat and turning towards his ex girlfriend an edge of sincerity in his voice. “I’m glad you called,” he smiled weakly. “I think we need to talk. I have something I need to tell you. Something I need to explain!”

As their eyes locked he knew he didn’t need to explain, she already knew, she already understood perfectly. Shaking her head, Giovanna’s lips curled slightly her façade, the happy and smiley pretence she was wearing not slipping an inch. Her eyes were wide and watery as she whispered the words that tore at Tom’s heart and filled him with a huge wave of compassion.

“No Tom, no you don’t need to explain. I already know. I worked it out and I’m fine with it as long as he makes you happy!”

‘How is she been so calm and understanding?’ was the only question to bob through the blonde’s mind quickly voiced in a disbelieving whisper, throat dry. “Aren’t you angry with me?” he didn’t mean to gawp at her, silence shrouding them both, a glow of sadness radiating Giovanna’s body.

She smiled weakly and shook her head. “No, I love you Tom, so I could never hate you or be angry at you!”

A strange silence resided in the air throughout the meal. Pleasant small talk was exchanged, but on the whole the conversation was forced, the subjects varied but never about themselves. It was like it was too painful to tell the other what they’d done with their lives since they’d been apart.

Taking a sip of wine Giovanna lifted her head, her eyes locking with Tom’s deep and dark ones. The blonde man focusing his gaze a little more on her calming features.

“What changed?”

Her question was one Tom had asked himself over and over, one he couldn’t quite find a definitive answer for. His gaze hazed and his lips parted to answer but the words just wouldn’t come, in the end he settle for a shrug of his shoulders.

“Did I change?” Giovanna’s eyes seemed to be a giveaway to the pain she felt as the question left her lips. Horrified, Tom’s blonde haired head shook as he felt his heart shatter within his chest, splintering quickly.

“God no, you didn’t! It was me, I changed!” his brown eyes flickered to hers as she nodded sadly. Perhaps the change had been noticeable.

Moving his hand across the table his fingers locked with the woman’s he had spent so much of his life with, his adult life anyway. A chocked ‘sorry’ slipped from his lips, her own curling forlornly.

That familiar glaze of understanding, understanding that tripled Tom’s guilt, filled her azure. A part of him didn’t want her to be so understanding. He wanted her to scream at him, shout, call him names, and hurt him emotionally like he had obviously done to her. But she wouldn’t, she was the same kind hearted person he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“I think I should skip dessert,” she glanced at her watch and then back to Tom. Inwardly he wanted to reach out and grab onto her, stop her from leaving. He wanted to hold on to that little part of his past he felt safe within, hold onto what they had had and not let the fear of the unknown eat away at him.

Watching Giovanna he knew by the look in her eyes that he couldn’t, that she wasn’t the same calm and collected person at all, not inside. He’d damaged her by his actions and he could tell she was still affected, still cut up, still hurting.

Nodding his head Tom signalled for the bill insisting on paying even after Giovanna protests. As the pair moved outside into the open, the sky dark, and the breeze cool, Tom chanced a glance at the woman beside him. He could tell by the haze and uncomfortable aura surrounding the pair that they were different people now, because of this, both inside and out.

Part of him felt insanely guilty, he hadn’t meant to hurt her, but it was so clear to him now that he had. Another part, a less significant part felt relieved. Relieved that he wasn’t living a lie any longer, that she knew the truth. A thought that made him feel more at ease.

His lips grazed her cheek gently as their words of goodbye punctured the air. The smell of her coconut shampoo filled his nostrils, his eyes closing momentarily. He’d known her most of his life and now he just felt numb, like he was throwing away their friendship for what could quite possibly turn out to be a disastrous love affair with Danny.

As she pulled away from his body, leaving him with a sudden feeling of emptiness Tom exhaled deeply watching as she flashed a gentle smile followed by a soft, ‘I’ll see you around!’ before turning and walking away. Tom wanted to follow ask her if that was indeed true, but his feet wouldn’t move.

He wanted to ask her to stay in contact, but he couldn’t find his voice to utter the words he knew had the power to break apart the fragile young woman’s heart once again. He knew she might not want to stay in contact with him, constantly seeing with every glance at him what could have been.

Turning his back he scratched the back of his neck and moved towards his car and for the first time that night let his thoughts wander to the guys and what they were doing at that very minute and more importantly what Danny was doing. He wanted to phone Harry, the words the drummer had mumbled before he’d left the house played on a continual loop ‘usual place if you want us.’

He did want them. He did need them. However, as he sat surrounded by darkness with just the illuminate lights from the dashboard bathing his skin in a neon glow and highlighting the space around him, he knew because of his uncertainties he couldn’t face seeing Danny, not yet!

~*~

Sighing heavily Tom slouched down on the sofa, feet kicked up and resting on the coffee table. Closing his eyes, Tom’s mind buzzed, darkness shrouding him, calming his up heaved soul. The only sound to fill the air was that of the rain hitting the windows, the drops of water bouncing against the glass.

Everything he’d said played on a continual loop, haunting his memories. Perhaps if he hadn’t told Danny none of this would have happened. Every second of the day played through his mind, but the one thing that stuck was that kiss, the feel of Danny’s lips against his own. It was a feeling he felt like he’d waited a life time to experience and now it was a feeling he just couldn’t shake.

Flicking the TV on the multicoloured glow captured his mind and momentarily took his thoughts from off the brunette. The couple on screen screamed and shouted insults at one another, before eventually giving up and giving in letting passion win as their arms swathed one another’s flushed bodies, lips meting hastily.

Turning his head away he remembered Danny’s declaration of love, how that really felt, how exhilarating and exciting, but how at the same time it didn’t quite feel real, more a surreal dream.

Shaking his head, flicking the TV off, and bringing himself from his stroll down memory lane, his blonde haired head lifted as he heard a series of hurried knocks. He knew who he wanted it to be, but what were the odds?

Standing up and sighing lightly he moved out into the hallway, stopping mid track, eyes glazed as they roamed the perfect silhouette in the frosted glass door. His heart leapt, thudding in his chest, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, palms growing sweaty as he stepped towards the door.

Taking a deep breath his fingers clasped around the handle, pulling the door open. The rain continuing to pour, the cold air basking his skin and rousing goose bumps as his dark eyes fell to the bedraggled man in front of him.

Soaking wet with his clothes clinging to his body and his curl hair tamed ever so slightly, plastered to his forehead, Tom couldn’t help but let his mind wander and mused that even drenched to the bone Danny was still fucking amazing!

As his murky brown eyes met dulled blue, Tom’s heart ached slightly at the sadness filling their alluring depths. Tom couldn’t help himself, despite trying to suppress the question and let the sharp words dent the atmosphere, spilling from his cold lips with a shake of his head.

“What are you doing here, Danny?”

Make a Wish

2007-12-03T23:08:40Z

-Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
- If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.
- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post so that the holiday joy will spread.

STEP TWO

- Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:
- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it. Once a wish has been granted, it will be crossed off my list.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.

There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

My List:

A sexy Poynter/Jones icon
Something Glittery
Bracelet’s (I have a bit of an obsession with ‘em.)
Danny Jones (haha couldn’t resist) If you can't get me the man himself, I'll settle for some sexy pics.
A fluffy Flones fic
A working laptop
Flones or Pones graphics.
Christmas e-cards.
A smutty Pones fic.
McFly icons Judd/Jones preferably ‘cos I only have the one :(

(My Email address if anyone wants to send me a e card - amandasmith87@hotmail.com)

Lol my lists centred around McFly you can definitely tell what my fandom is.

Cinnamon Curls (standalone/ficlet)

2007-12-03T16:36:23Z

Title: Cinnamon Curls
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Poynter/Jones
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: star55 as part of her as part of her Christmas wish list
Disclaimer: All untrue, just a work of fiction.
A/N: My attempt at granting one of Stars wishes (even though I think it’s already been granted?) Sorry it’s only short. The title has nothing to do with the fic, I just thought it seemed cute.

The twinkling glow of multi coloured lights bathed their static bodies. Soft oranges, vibrant reds, and mesmerising blue’s all merged, dancing merrily across rosy skin.

In the background played a cd of Christmas carols, songs sung by choirs, heightening the festivities, an echoed reminder of Christmases past. The nostalgic atmosphere hung over the two entwined bodies, fingers lazily walking across uncovered flesh, intricately carving a path across slick skin.

The sweet smell of cookies cooling in the kitchen filled the air, warm and slightly cinnamon-y, cut into the shape of Christmas trees, that once cold enough would be decorated with sugary icing.

Laid at an obscured angle, blonde hair fanned out across a sweaty, freckle-dusted chest was a younger boy; head tilted watching his satiated lover through starry eyes. His thin lips curled into a knowing smile, blue eyes twinkling as a large, protective hand tightened its grip upon his naked hip.

With a slight sigh, not of annoyance, but contentment he watched the freckled boy, whose eyes were glazed, post orgasmic, smiling as he lazily eyed the half decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the room. The floor was littered with broken baubles, tinsel and hastily discarded clothes. The shiny, decorative, Christmas ornaments causalities to their whirlwind of passionate lust.

He smiled lazily at the reminder of large hands wrapped around his waist and warm breaths on the back of his neck, caught off guard and prey to the man whose chest he was using as a pillow. As his name was husked lowly a soft, “Doug’s!” falling from kiss swollen lips, his reverie was broken and his head lifted, body moving, contact breaking, warmth displaced.

Tame teal eyes met inky blue, freckled features creased creating an image of childlike innocence, yet he wasn’t innocent at all, inside, underneath freckled skin and bouncing curls, burnt a corroding fire of lust.

The cool leather of the settee startled naked skin as the blonde boy slipping beside the curly topped brunette, glancing down with a confused smile, urging him on.

However, with a shake of his head, once springy, but now messy chocolate coloured curls fell over his shining eyes, Danny Jones’ hand reaching for his boyfriend’s wrist, pulling his body back against the warming contours of his own body, lips meeting, claiming kisses and portraying love with each burning caress.

The questions that had previously chasing circles through his mind were forgotten as they slipped back into their post orgasmic haze, legs entwined, warm skin pressed against warm skin, fingers lacing as unhurried ‘I love you’s’ were exchanged with chaste kisses and warm breathes to soft skin.

The gentle touches of chapped lips, the echoed drum of twin heartbeats, and the satisfied sighs of fulfilled lovers all that sounded in the lust clouded atmosphere. The silence only disturbed by accented words, thick and sleepy, a slightly giggled question rolling from peachy lips, softly voiced and suggestive eyed.

“How do we explain the mess to Harry and Tom?”

French Lessons

2007-09-16T19:32:53Z

Title: French Lessons
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: FletcherJones, baby
Rating: NC-17, for sexual content and language.
Summary: Tom plays teacher with pleasing results.
Disclaimer: Not true, duh. An entire work of fiction.
A/N: My entry into the prompt battle here. It’s taken me ages to finish cause I suck at French so I apologise if any of the words are incorrect. There isn’t too many of them, thankfully. Comments are appreciated as always

Stretching and sighing Danny Jones looked up, scratching the back of his neck tapping an irritated beat against the kitchen table with the biro clutched in his hands.

He sighed again and dropped the pen, stretching aback and exhaling deeply, his mind buzzing. ‘Why did I have to open my big mouth and say I wanted to learn a second language?’ he mused idly. ‘I have trouble getting to grips with my native language half of the time.’ Flipping the book closed he stared at the cover and groaned ‘learn French in ten easy steps’ it wasn’t easy at all, damn right torture to a brain that just didn’t want to learn and refused to absorbed information. It wasn’t like he actually intended on going to France anytime soon either.

The one thing he didn’t mind was the fact that Tom had taken on the role of teacher. Tom was a good teacher at a lot of things! He sighed lazily at the memory currently rushing through his mind a small smirk forming on his lips. The last time Tom had tried to teach him some coherent words in French they’d gotten a little distracted and ended up having sweaty sex in the middle of the lounge.

‘Ahhh good times!’ his mind chimed in as he shifted a little distracted slightly by his perverse thoughts. So much so he didn’t notice the kitchen door open and the blonde that was currently on his mind enter. Well, not until he felt a hand on his shoulder and warm breathe flutter across his skin.

His gaze snapped up drawn immediately towards the blonde, lips curving slightly as he felt a soft kiss pressed to his forehead Tom mumbling a soft ‘hey’ in the process.

He returned the greeting and twisted in his seat mouth meeting the blonde’s in a sensual, even if slightly simple kiss. The shiver that zigzagged up his spine as his lovers fingers swept across the back of his neck was electrifying. However, all too soon it was lost and Tom’s eyes rested on the earlier discarded book, hands clasping around it as he slipped into a seat opposite the brunette.

“So learnt any new words yet?!” Tom watched with a slight smirk as Danny was caught somewhere between a roll of his eyes and shrug of his shoulders, exhaling deeply.

“tais-toi” he muttered with a half smirk in the blonde’s direction. Tom grinning and shaking head watching as Danny sigh loudly. It was endearingly cute to see Danny so intent on getting to grips with this. Not giving up, even though at first he hadn’t been so keen to take his blonde lover up on his challenge.

“How’s about I give you a little incentive?” Tom’s words were breathed suggestively as he raised his eyebrows watching as Danny jumped, knocking his leg against the table with a curse as he felt the teasing blonde’s sock clad foot move across his thigh.

“That’s not fair!” he hissed indigo eyes sparkling with lust and surprise as Tom’s wiggled toes were accompanied by a grinned, “you don’t usually complain!” as he flicked through the French book.

Danny swallowed thickly and kept his perturbed gaze on the blonde who was watching him with fascination, a breathy chuckle tumbling from his curled lips, “Danny, what does Je m'appelle mean?” he lifted his gaze and let his deep brown eyes roam the brunette’s blank features. “C’mon we went through this the other day.”

Frowning slightly Danny shook his head, staring pointedly at the blonde. “No we didn’t. We didn’t get chance too because if you remember rightly you distracted me, like you are now, and we ended up doing other stuff!” his cheeks flushed as his lips curled watching as Tom’s eyes darkened at the remembrance.

“Oh yeah, well that was like learning… just something different. Imagine if Doug’s or Harry had walked in on us in that position. I think we’d have scarred them for life!” The blonde chuckled at the thought, but on seeing the serious glaze to Danny’s eyes schooled his features. However, before he had chance to apologize, for what he wasn’t sure, he just knew an apology was needed to wipe that ‘I’m going to kill you’ look from off Danny’s face, the brunette had gotten to his feet, snatched the French book from out of his blonde boyfriends grasp, and retreated with heavy footsteps towards the door mumbling under his breath how he was going to read ‘somewhere less distracting’

Twisting his head and following the brunette with his dark eyes, Tom smirked. And he was supposed to be the temperamental one!

~*~

Tom couldn’t help but think as he shuffled along the landing and towards the freckled northerners bedroom, that perhaps he should have left Danny to cool off a little longer. It surprised Tom as how easily Danny had gotten worked up. He was usually so placid and calm about everything, but seeing him stomp off had been amusing and even a little arousing for the blonde.

Smirking at the thoughts currently running through his mind, Tom pressed his fingers to the cool wood of Danny’s closed bedroom door. His lips curved as he took a few moments, silently prepping himself, before knocking.

He heard the brunette grunt from inside, but wasn’t sure if it was a grunt of come in or bugger off. He however wasn’t bothered either way he was going to go in whether the brunette wanted him too or not! Stepping over the threshold, Tom felt the cool summery breeze skim his skin, rousing goose bumps. The curtains fluttered in the breeze from the open window creating a somewhat calming and slightly romantic atmosphere as his deep brown eyes trailed the figure sat crossed legged on the end of the bed.

Lifting his head and brushing a few stray curls away Danny flashed the blonde a wide grin and huskily whispered a “bonjour”

Tom’s lips twisted, a shiver zigzagging up his spine as he looked on with fascination. Even speaking in French Danny’s voice was still deep and although it wasn’t too noticeable, accented thickly.

“You’re getting better,” Tom smirked walking forwards and watching as Danny placed the book aside and turned with a grin, gaze a deep blue, sparkling in the hazy sunlight, meeting Tom’s. His lips upturned into a smile.

“That’s not all I’ve learnt…” he trailed off and licked his lips, eyebrows rising. Tom watched him startled eyed as a large freckled hand was placed on top of his own. He knew from the gentle strokes of Danny’s fingers over creamy white skin that this had all been a rouse.

“You set me up.” Tom’s dark eyes moved across the freckled brunette’s radiant features, watching as he stretched slightly and let his gaze linger on his blonde, wide-eyed lover. “You just wanted to get me into bed?”

Danny chuckled, a deep hearty laugh. “Babe, I think I already have.” before Tom had chance to re-correct the brunette and tell him he was just ‘sat on the bed’ he felt Danny’s lips crash on top of his own, hands resting on his chest, pushing him backwards slightly.

It was hardly a coordinated kiss, messy and jumbled, bruising and hurried. But each caress excited the blonde to the very core and with dexterous fingers Tom gripped onto the brunette’s dark curls, a low groan falling free of his lips, captured by Danny’s open mouth.

Tom felt like everything was spinning out of control, his senses razor sharp and heightened by each touch the brunette made to his skin. He arched slightly as Danny pushed him back against the mattress, lips fusing, swallowing the blonde’s moans.

Tom’s fingers curled against the brunette’s shoulders, gasping silently and loving the feel of Danny’s body hovering over his own, teasing him with maximum effect.

Breaking the kiss Danny cradled the blonde’s face palms placed either side of his rosy cheeks. His own freckle smattered face was just mere millimetres from Tom’s, hot breath fluttering across his skin, prickling and rousing goose bumps.

His deep blue eyes twinkled happily, his heart pounding as the room around them seemed to fade away, and he became vaguely aware of the whole position of Tom’s body, a dainty hand pressed to the nape of his neck, fingers stroking softly through the wispy curls. His warm lips pressed against Tom’s ears whispering a husky ‘I love you’

“Je t'aime”

Tom’s lips curled into a smile against Danny’s own. There was something about the words, even spoken in a foreign language that made the blonde’s heart beat faster and a needy groan tumble from his lips. The words Danny had breathed so surely returned without hesitation.

But Tom hadn’t always loved Danny and Danny hadn’t always loved Tom. When they had first met all those years ago there had been a mutual attraction, an attraction that eventually grew. Spending so much time together had helped, of course. It had been a kiss, not a particularly great kiss that had begun things. Tom hadn’t known Danny was gay, let alone that he liked him, so imagine his surprise when Danny had spilled his feelings whilst in the midst of a drunken argument.

Tom smirked against Danny’s lips at the thought. He remembered how they’d both stood completely stunned, both disbelieving. Tom remembered, as Danny’s fingers trailed his chest loosening the buttons, how they’d both simultaneously lunged forwards, lips meeting messily, hands blindly fumbling.

He remembered how they’d walked the fine line of friendship for months, afraid to cross. He remembered how that when they had crossed it they’d found something much more special, something they still had today!

He was snapped from his reverie by Danny’s fingers smoothing across his chest and resting just above his pounding heart. He arched, moaned, and hooked his arms around the back of the brunette’s neck, naked chests rubbing together Tom looking down. What? When had he taken off his shirt as well as his own?

Tom didn’t have time to dwell on that thought as he felt Danny’s lips on top of his own, tearing him in half with soft, sure strokes. He managed to moan into Danny’s mouth, partly out of surprise if anything at the sudden feel of Danny’s warm body covering his own, hands free to explore.

He could hear Danny murmur expletives, hot breath ghosting the creamy blonde’s skin. Tom crooked his brow unable to quite work out what Danny had been whispering, the French book having come in handier than he thought. The brunette had obviously learnt more than the blonde had bargained for.

A breathy gasp slipped from Tom’s kiss swollen lips as Danny’s large hands trailed across his stomach, fingers clasping around the glinting buckle. He refrained from bucking upwards, instead, his blonde haired head sunk back into the pillows as a groan of ‘oh God, Danny!’ tumbled from his dry and slightly parted lips.

He felt Danny chuckle softly against his ear, the belt pulled from the loops with remarkable ease. Tom’s body lifted, not use to been so submissive and relinquishing control. His eyes widened in surprise as Danny’s hand clasped around his wrist, pushing him back against the bed.

He could feel Danny’s lips kiss along his neck, paying special attention to his Adams apple, tongue licking across the quivering bump as freckled and flexing fingers rested against his stomach.

“Tom, tell me what you want me to do?” Danny’s words were whispered against peachy lips. His wandering hands stilled their movements and gently cupped the straining bulge in the blonde’s stretched jeans.

Tom’s mouth fell agape as he shyly muttered a hurried “Fuck me!” cheeks glowing. He felt Danny shudder at his choice words, a wolfish grin forming on his lips.

“Oooh I do love it when you talk dirty.”

Tom rolled his eyes, pushing his palm against the brunette’s chest, relishing the feel of warm flesh below his fingertips. Danny chuckled heartily, warm breath ghosting the blonde’s cheek as he dipped his head and chastely fused their lips together his fingers first pulling, then tugging and eventually unzipping the blonde’s trousers. Tom lifted manoeuvring his body giving Danny room to remove the rough denim with one successful tug.

Arching slightly Tom’s fingers dug into the brunette’s shoulders. He felt slightly self-conscious been semi naked with just the thin material of his boxer shorts covering his modesty from Danny’s prying eyes. He’d always had issues with his body for as long as he could remember. Was he too fat, too thin, and ludicrously even beautiful enough for Danny? Nevertheless, Danny knew how to reassure the blonde, take away his worries and self-consciousness with simple touches, gentle kisses, and whispered words telling Tom that to him he was perfect.

Feeling as though Danny was slightly over dressed Tom’s fingers moved along his spine, touching warm skin and eventually fumbling with Danny’s own belt buckle and jeans. He only just managed to push the creased material half way down his thighs, giggling cutely as he did so. Danny chuckled softly, pressing his lips to Tom’s before completing the task and kicking his jeans to the floor.

They kissed again, softly this time. Tom’s pianist fingers slipping passed the waistband of the brunette’s boxers, caressing what skin he could find there. Danny groaned needily into the blonde’s mouth. Swallowing his moan Tom pushed his hand into Danny’s boxers; freeing the brunette who discarded his Calvin Klein’s in the same fashion he had his jeans.

Flashing him a coy grin, Tom knew this was his chance to regain some sort of control and with one quick move wrapped his fingers around the base of the brunette’s erection.

He heard Danny breath out deeply and lifted his gaze, watching the scripts of many different emotions flicker across his features. With eyes slightly glazed and pinked lips parted, Danny groaning lowly and dragging out a “Tom!” breathing heavily against his ear. “Don’t tease me please!”

Danny’s words seemed to go straight through Tom’s ears his fingers moving slowly across the heated swell of flesh watching the emotions that played out upon his features, pleased.

“Do you like that Danny?” Tom’s words were breathed softly, breathe warm against flush skin. His lips curled as Danny nodded his head bowing forwards; curls tickling his shoulder as he placed kisses along the length of his neck.

“Oh God yes!” he murmured. “m’close!” he chastely pressed his lips to the dip in the blonde’s collarbone, sucking on the smooth skin. Tom gasped sharply and removed his hands not wanting Danny to come and for this to be over so soon!

Wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck Tom’s fingers locked as his back arched. Danny, taking advantage of the sudden change and with fumbling fingers tugged at his brown-eyed lovers boxer shorts. The garment was removed with one fluid move and tossed to the floor and before there was chance for protest their lips met and Danny reversed the role his fingers moving and curving against the blonde’s erection.

“I’m going to fuck you! Fuck you so hard you’ll be remembering it for days!” the blonde whimpered at Danny’s words, the brunette had always been a pro at dirty talk, pulling him in before making good on his promise. Rolling his eyes into the back of his head and kneading the skin at the nape of the brunette’s neck a hastily spat ‘hurry’ followed, the blonde loaded solid and quite literally ready to explode.

There was some swift preparation, fingers stretching him and pulling him apart. Tom groaned at the feelings, the familiar sting, however he forgot the pain and with encouraging words, Tom pressed a series of chaste kisses to the corner of Danny’s lips. Soft and eager kisses.

Once satisfied Danny pulled away and fumbled at the nightstand for a condom and lube. His eyes deep blue and sparkling twinkled with mischief. Glancing at Tom just to make sure and receiving a nod and a few murmured words of encouragement Danny rolled on the rubber and slicked himself up, ready to rock on home with one smooth thrust forwards.

Gritting his teeth and arching slightly Tom’s fingers tightened their grip, warding off that uncomfortable burn. Schooling his movements Danny peered down on his blonde lover, doing something he hadn’t before, asking if he was alright? His words were lost in among heavy breaths as he watched Tom’s eyes flutter, warm breath ghosting his cheeks as he nodded heart swelling with lust.

“Mm, peachy, just give me a minute and you can move!” as soon as he’d spoken Tom took several deep breaths, preparing himself for the first brutal thrust.

“I’ll be gentle!” Danny’s words were followed by a sprinkle of kisses over the blonde’s closed eyes as he tentatively began to move.

His eyes, an almost dull blue met Tom’s dazed brown. He heard his blonde lover gasp out Danny knowing how he felt; usually he was the one in Tom’s position, trying to become accustomed to the strange sensations filling his body. It was usually Tom who was the one fighting off giving into the warm, pleasingly tight body beneath like Danny was now. With rolling hips he found a rhythm both were comfortable with, Tom gripping onto his shoulders and finding his own rhythm, moving with Danny’s thrusts.

Murmured expletives fell from Tom’s lips, their eyes locking. Danny caught every flicker of discomfort that spliced his senses, lips ghosting the blonde’s. He tried to sooth him, but with every move was transfixed as Tom’s eyes blew wide and his fingers moved across the brunette’s freckle dotted back, gripping tightly, and gasping aloud as the first waves of pain turned to euphoric pleasure.

“Oh God, oh God, so good!” Danny smiled as Tom’s words were breathed against his neck, body arching slightly. Every touch, every thrust Tom felt was burnt doubly into his skin. He tried to ward off the feelings pushing him closer to the brink. He didn’t want to give in, let his defences crumble, not just yet!

Every nerve ending tingled and fizzed with excitement and with whispered words of encouragement Danny slumped forwards and licked along the blonde’s earlobe.

“Give in Tom, just give in. Mm, can you feel that?” Tom nodded against his shoulders; breathe hitching as Danny continued with rasped words of encouragement. “Come for me, Tom! Give in!”

He groaned loudly unable to stop himself doing exactly what Danny had asked, giving in. His nails dug into Danny’s skin, creating raw half-mooned marks on his freckled flesh. Eloquently arching and feeling Danny’s lower stomach, with each movement he made, rubbing against his flushed cock, creating a friction so heavenly it sent Tom off into his own world of habitual bliss.

Before he had chance to say anything, to warn, his eyes had flew open and with a sudden groan of his lovers name he had come, dampening his, and Danny’s still moving stomach.

Danny chuckled deeply, dropping his head slightly Tom finding the role reversed and it been himself that was whispering dirty words and dark promises, coaxing Danny in to his own void of burning pleasure.

He felt Danny shudder, his warm and slightly sticky body dropping onto Tom’s breathing heavily and out of sync against his shoulders. They stayed like that, together, for a little longer, just basking in the post coital haze. But eventually Danny’s fatigue ridden body gave out and he rolled onto his side, arms instantly wrapping around Tom’s waist as his head rested on his shoulder, the sudden want to be close overwhelming. Neither had been particularly cuddly sleepers, so it came as a surprise to the blonde, who nevertheless, graciously placed a hand on the brunette’s rapidly rising and falling chest.

“Je t'aime” Danny’s words were mumbled, but Tom understood them anyway. Lips curving into a smile and he looked down on the freckled northerner, who’s eyes were closed and who’s lips were parted as the warming clutches of unconsciousness claimed him.

Danny might not know the basics of French, but Tom couldn’t help but think, as he snuggled closer to the brunette, that Danny knew all about the language of love!

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang - Part 4/5

2007-08-03T19:15:30Z

Title: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 4/5
Pairing: Poynter/Jones
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Eventual character death, suicide, swearing, and smut
Summary: Would you break the rules for love?
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t own, just fiction!
A/N: I haven’t really got much to say just that it’s the penultimate chapter and that comments are loved as usual.

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Sunlight flooded the room the next morning, basking the serene figure in a warming glow. He stretched, opened his eyes a fraction and yawned, pushing his body upright.

The space in the bed beside him was empty. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he ran a hand through his curled dark hair, a heavy weight of disappointment settling in his stomach. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected Dougie to stick around; it wasn’t like either had made their feelings clear. It had just been sex! Perhaps this was what would make his job easy. Perhaps this was Dougie sealing his own fate!

The covers pooled around his waist as he shuffled, eyes resting on the pillow that Dougie’s head had previously lain upon. He felt the stabbing of guilt in his stomach, the constant ache. He should have been clear to Dougie, told him who he really was. He felt, on some levels that he had taken advantage of him, lied to him, fooled him into thinking he was something he wasn’t.

Hauling himself from the bed, he pulled on his discarded boxers and stretched once more, awakening his achy muscles. His senses seemed to be razor sharp as he moved towards the bathroom, and yet he hadn’t been the one to relinquish control. He hadn’t bottomed; it would be Dougie that was feeling the burn with every move he made today, remembering the activities to have caused that!

His arms locked against he sink, his head lifted, his eyes resting on the small yellow post it note stuck to the mirror. His features stayed blank and emotionless as he peeled it off, reading the untidy scrawl. The guilt just seemed to increase as he balled it up and tossed it in the bin. ‘Last night was great. Sorry to love you and leave you I’ll call you later.’

Danny felt the tears, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to call him later, because later all Dougie Poynter would be was a name, a forgotten person, a memory he couldn’t forget. Just like Tom, just like all those other peoples lives he had destroyed. He didn’t want to go through with this, but he knew it was too late he had to pull himself together and get on with his life regardless, despite the knowledge he had of been attached to him. And was well aware of his reasoning’s for been so. It was simply because he had no one else to show him the more human side to life. His job took that away from him, his job stopped him getting close. His job had taken the last person that cared away from him!

It was like a never-ending cycle. No matter what Harry always won out at the end of the day. It was Harry that got him, Harry that he went back to, Harry was his safety net and simply because Harry was the only person he knew he could trust, even if it was because of him that he’d lost the only other person he’d let in.

He could see why Harry wanted to hurt Dougie, he had betrayed him, and Harry had never taken kindly to dishonesty. However, Dougie seemed totally harmless. From what Danny could gather they hadn’t had a proper relationship, they’d simply worked off steam together, relieved the stress of the job. Dougie had no real idea just what Harry was capable of, just who he was and how dangerous he really was. The same went for Danny. He didn’t know Danny kept a gun in the top draw of his nightstand just in case, he didn’t know he was the next target, he didn’t know that he’d literally slept with the enemy. He was totally innocent, totally clueless, totally naïve.

Eight out of ten people that were hits didn’t really know Harry Judd. They had simply gotten on the wrong side of him, made an enemy and an enemy that you really wouldn’t want and Dougie was one of them, nothing but a number.

He could sense his touch lingering on his skin, his lips on his own, it literally tearing him apart. It was something he didn’t want to forget, but at the same time forgetting was all he could do, forgetting was the only way to muddle through!

He seemed to go into autopilot as he pushed his boxers off and stepped into the shower. The cool water rained down upon his skin, but it did nothing to ease the continual assault of thoughts that churned through his mind as his fingers tangled through his dark locks.

Today was literally D-Day!

~*~

Suited and booted Danny found himself face to face with his future. He knew if he chose Dougie it was literally his life over. That thought, along with many others raced through his mind as he sat in Harry’s office, his heart racing, and his palms growing sweaty with each minute he was made to wait. What did he really have to live for?

Hearing the door creak open and shut with a gentle squeak he fought the urge to turn his head, instead concentrating on regulating his breathing. He had no doubt in his mind that as soon as Harry found out what had been going on, that he had become emotionally as well as romantically involved with a target, and not just any old target a ex boyfriend then it would be goodnight Vienna.

Harry seemed totally calm and collected as he strode across the room, the black shirt he was wearing clinging to his toned, muscular body. Danny’s eyes followed the ripples and creases in the material as he came to a stop in front of him, the younger, freckled brunette terrified to actually look him in the eye and see the disappointment and disgust that would, without a doubt, be scribed into the pools of iced, unfeeling blue.

“I thought I told you not to come back here until the job was taken care of?” as he spoke, he took a seat, hands laid and joined together on the desktop in front of him.

Danny flinched, his gaze finally meeting Harry’s. The scripts of deceit spilling out, the elder, more in control man shaking his head and letting a dry cackle leave his lips.

“He’s a good little fuck buddy isn’t he? He knows some pretty good sex tricks!”

Danny’s eyes widened, his gaze quickly shifting from Harry’s as the elder man continued to stare at him, his lips curving. “Oh don’t look so surprised. I knew what was happening when I never heard from you. Believe me I’m way passed caring who he sleeps with!”

Danny’s features flushed Harry’s words penetrating his soul. He should have known he couldn’t keep anything a secret from him. He’d known him too long. Picking at his nails and occupying his thoughts, anything to take his mind from Dougie and the though of his lips on his, his smaller hands sliding over his body, curving around his shoulders, and moaning his name as he came.

“I don’t care that you had sex with him. Hey! It’s not like I don’t know how easy it is to lose control around him. No, what I do care about is the fact he’s still living. He’s still a walking, talking breathing human being!

You’ve had long enough. You must be getting bored with the sex by now. He’s not that good! He’s not that entertaining! He’s got a wandering eye Danny; he’ll be lining up the next one by now and I don’t want to see you get hurt!”

Danny exhaled deeply and shook his head. “We only slept together once,” as he shifted his curls from off his face he looked up, his eyes telling the truth, but somewhere inside he was screaming to say that once wasn’t enough. He wanted more! He was rapidly falling and he couldn’t see a way out!

“But once is enough to get you heart broken! Once is enough to get trapped under his spell!” clear, spiteful and totally sincere Harry’s voice faded away. The anguish the freckled brunette was obviously feeling allowing a spectacular wave of sadness to prickle inside of him.

“This isn’t the way to sort this out, Harry.” Danny couldn’t see any other way out, he couldn’t let this happen and perhaps reasoning was the only way to stop Harry. “Talk to him, please.”

Sneering Harry shook his head. “What does talking achieve, talking just leads to disappointment, talking is a way of been criticised.”

“No Harry talking is a way to understand.”

“Understanding is a state of mind Danny. Dougie said he was sorry, that he understood the seriousness of what he’d done. He said he was sorry; he talked to me, looked me in the eyes, and said it, but it was all lies Danny. All the words he uttered were lies,” he paused and looked at the look on Danny’s features – disgust.

“At least I know when he faces death, when he cries, when he begs for his life, when he apologises that he really does mean it this time!”

“What is that going to achieve? You’re going to have to live with this on your conscience for the rest of your life. You obviously felt something for him or you wouldn’t be doing all of this. You wouldn’t be so bitter if you didn’t!”

Harry’s lips twisted into a smile. “Satisfaction. That’s what I’ll get from it. I get to know he knows what it feels like to be scared. He gets to know what its like to hurt, to feel the pain, the stabbing at my heart I felt staring him and that pretty blond thing in the eye when I walked in on them!”

Twisted logic, nothing was ever straight forwards with Harry. Danny just watched him this was just some twisted form of revenge. He’d broken Harry’s heart simple as and now he was paying for it with his own.

“I want him to know as that bullet embeds its self in his scull that nobody fucks with Harry Judd!”

Danny shook his head, breath shortening. “I can’t do it…” he paused to register the look in Harry’s eyes. They were just the same, ice blue, perfectly still, shining.

“Because he’s already got to you, got under your skin, wormed his way to your heart. He’s a nobody Danny and you’re a fool if you’re going to throw everything away for him.”

“Like I was a fool when I let Tom go because of you? I lost the only person I had ever truly loved because I lied to him about what I do. I feel like I’m bound to you and this fucking job, Harry!”

Harry smirked, laughing sinister and stood up. “Its just the way it goes isn’t it. This is the one job you cannot walk away from!” there was a flurry of movement as he got to his feet, moving towards the door. “If you won’t do it, Danny, then I’ll have no other choice but to do it myself.”

He left the door snapping shut behind him, Danny left staring into space, unanswered questions racing through his mind and settling upon his lips. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now and how he was supposed to stop Harry. He just knew that with each passing second Dougie’s life was starting to slip away and he felt powerless to stop it happening!

~*~

He didn’t know what to do, where to go and what to say when he finally pulled himself together and went to see Dougie? Was he going to allow Harry’s tactics of mind control to kill yet another person? Harry was right this was the one job you couldn’t walk away from. This was the one job where you couldn’t have a conscience and you couldn’t let feelings get in the way. However, he already had! The guilt had been mounting for months; Dougie had just pushed him overboard.

The hours ticked by, Danny lost in thoughts just walked round in a daze, trying to free his mind of the torturous thoughts. He felt sick to the stomach by the thoughts of what he was going to have to do, of holding the gun to the blonde man’s head in cold blood. The man that less than twenty-four hours ago he had seared his body with; kissed and touched.

Standing outside ‘Whirl’ once more, not realising this would be the last time. He pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers; Danny could feel his heart palpitate, his skin clammy, and an uncomfortable sheen covering his body. Stepping inside the neon lights instantly basked his skin, moving across his body and highlighting his many flaws, uncovering the lies hidden deep within his eyes.

“Have you seen Dougie?” he tapped his fingers against the mahogany bar out of nerves, something not quite settling right within his body. He wasn’t here, he was supposed to be. What if Harry had gotten to him first?

The menacing looking guy before him, a lip ring, a multicoloured fo hawk and a tattoo of what appeared to be a dragon etched into his forearm in dark ink, looked him up and down, green eyes narrowing as he nodded his head, muttering a, “out back!” tipping his head towards the fire exit.

Danny nodded and made for the door. He felt the sweat drip down his back at all the scenarios playing through his mind. What if he was too late? What if Dougie was maimed and bleeding.

As he stepped out onto the metal stairs he breathed a sigh of relief at the figure sat on the bottom step, a cigarette clasped between his fingers. As he stepped towards him his feet clunking against the steps Dougie’s head lifted, his body turning.

Surprised, eyes widening, Dougie’s pink lips creased into a smile as he croaked a, “hi!” into the air exhaling the smoke and watching as Danny sat beside him. Handing him the cigarette he watched enthralled as he took a drag a strange kind of silence filling the air around them.

“I found your note,” he lifted his head and watched as Dougie’s lips quirked into a small smile and took the cigarette back off him. “Do you always leave notes the morning after?”

Dougie had an extraordinary quality. He was able to bring out the real side to the brunette. The side that wasn’t masked by lies and untold secrets, the side only the one person had seen before.

“Nah. I prefer a more personal touch!” he wiggled his eyebrows seductively and stubbed the cigarette out with the toe of his Etnies. “I just didn’t want to wake you. You looked so angelic!”

Angelic. Danny smirked he was not angelic, far from it. Narrowing his gaze he saw for the first time since he’d met Dougie just how young he really was. How naïve and unsure of himself Dougie seemed, despite the confident outer façade he wore.

“You okay?” sitting up and looking over the dazed brunette he watched as Danny’s eyes snapped towards the hand resting on his leg.

He stilled his movements, caught somewhere between a nod and a shake of his head, voice low and rough, a painful croak. “Dougie we need to talk!”

Standing up quickly and shaking his head Dougie let a sarcastic breathy laugh escape his lips. “Your giving me the brush off aren’t you?”

Shaking his head Danny pushed himself to his feet and moved towards him. “No Doug’s I’m trying to save your life!”

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang - Part 1/5

2007-07-23T18:49:50Z

Title: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/5
Pairing: Poynter/Jones
Rating: PG-13 for this part. It is going to rise
Warnings: Eventual character death, suicide, swearing, and smut
Summary: Would you break the rules for love?
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t own, just fiction!
A/N: I wanted to try something different. I was aiming for something a bit darker, but I think that sort of went astray. This hasn’t turned out how I expected it too at all. It’s not one of my best but I want to post it all the same. Comments are appreciated <3

Ebony Hart had learnt in all her time working at ‘Fire Trap’ not to make a fuss when her boss stormed in, helped himself to a drink before skulking off to the back room to brood over his thoughts.

Of course she thought it strange and often wondered what he had to be so anxious about, but she kept herself to herself, swept the blonde locks from her face, and went back to serving liquor to leery men.

And tonight was no different. Around 10-ish Harry Judd breezed in, clothes ruffled, features singed with anger. Taking a whole bottle of whisky from behind the mahogany bar he moved towards his office out the back, stopping in the thresh old of a narrow passage way and turning back round.

“Ebony, has Danny Jones been in?”

She turned from the gentleman in front of her whose eyes seemed to stay on her ample cleavage, and turned to face the slightly roughened man with dark hair.

“He was ‘ere earlier!”

Nodding wistfully Harry turned back round, “right, well, if he comes back send him to me. I have a little job he might be interested in!”

No more were said Ebony just nodded watching as Harry stomped off towards his office, the door slamming seconds later telling her his brooding session was in play and the only person he would want to see tonight was Danny Jones as requested.

~*~

The office was dark and eerily unwelcoming. The only source of light was that from a lamp on the desk. With a heavy sigh Harry Judd shrugged off his jacket and flopped down on the tall backed leather chair, immediately pulling open the top draw and taking out a fully loaded and ready to use gun.

A sinister smile broke out upon his lips, his fingers running over the outer casings of cold metal, relishing the power a weapon like that created. Pouring himself a glass of whisky his eyebrows crooked as he looked towards the door, a gentle tap bringing him from his musings.

Muttering a gruff ‘come in’ he watched as the door was pushed open, a curly topped, freckle man appearing, his hands pushed deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

He flashed a smile and moved towards the glass topped desk muttering a, “you wanted to see me, boss?”

With a curt nod Harry pointed to the seat opposite him, and without words instructed him to sit down, lifting the glass, and swallowing the shot of amber liquid.

Doing as instructed Danny took a seat watching as Harry’s fingers continued to move over the outer façade of the gun, eyes narrowing as he stared at the brunette.

“So how have things been, Danny? Long time no see. How’s the misses?”

Danny’s features seemed to instantly turn to ice at his mention. He felt the bubble of hate burn below his skin, but chose to ignore it, focusing his gaze more pointedly, and letting his shoulders shrug.

“He’s left me!” the words were lost in among a croak Harry features stiffening.

“Well, perhaps I have something to take your mind off things!”

“Like what?” Danny’s eyes widened as Harry stretched himself back in his chair and narrowed his gaze.

“Well, I’m not coming onto you, so don’t worry… I think we learnt not to go back there, yes?” as Harry spoke he picked up the gun that he had discarded to the tabletop moments before, grasping it between his fingers and aiming it towards the skittish brunette, cackling coldly at the surprised and scared look that fluttered across his flushed features. Danny nodding hurriedly, Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed back his nerves, uncomfortably.

“At least I have some idea what he’ll look like staring death in the face. Well, that’s if your reactions anything to go by.”

Danny swallowed thickly knowing what the man sat opposite him, the man with a certain debonair-ish grace and total control and power over him, was implying as a brown envelope was pushed towards him.

He knew that when Harry handed him a folder like the one placed in front of him, it contained the details of another hit, another life for him to cut short for what ever reasons.

He wasn’t unfeeling, but this was just part of the job and it was a job he’d long since learnt to separate his emotions from.

“So who is it this time?” he cleared his throat and nodded towards the envelope.

“An ex,” came the elder brunette’s gruff reply, with a shrug of his shoulder.

Danny’s murky blue eyes widened, his gaze concentrated on the stubbly-jawed man. “I… I… can’t hurt a girl!”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “I haven’t asked you to!”

The younger man, even if only by months nodded knowingly. He’d always know Harry liked to walk both sides of the tracks. In fact he had first hand experience in the shape and form of a kiss and a slight fumble whilst under the influence of alcohol and marijuana. Harry was his boss, guarded and secretive and neither had made a big deal out of it. It wasn’t like their were feelings involved. Danny had just chalked it up to an exploration into their sexualities, something he was so far past, he’d done his experimenting during his teens. He knew with an overbearing father and a protective mother, Harry hadn’t. Been gay hadn’t been an option at the time, well, not really until his parents had died.

“It’s not a problem is it, Danny, killing one of our own? ‘Cos I can stop it been a problem if it is!” he cocked the gun and glanced at the look flawing the brunette’s features.

“No of course it isn’t?” his head shook as well as his voice as he stuttered his reply. He’d long since learnt not to ask too many questions. Silence was indeed golden.

“Good, I’d hate to have to hurt you too,” he smiled and placed the gun back on the desktop watching as Danny fidgeted uncomfortably, the brunette’s crystal blue gaze burning into him.

“Do you do this to all your ex’s?”

Harry chuckled, not seeming at all fazed as he lit up a cigarette. “Not all of them, just the ones that piss me off,” he pause and took a drag before continuing. “The ones that cheat on me!”

Tilting his head Danny took in the look on his features, blank, emotionless. He felt like he was finally seeing something that resembled the real Harry Judd. He’d known him for years, long before his parents had died. He’d worked with him for around the same time, and yet he realised just how little he did actually know about him. Harry was always quiet and introvert as a child. Which would probably be impossible for people to believe looking at the man he’d become, callus, cold, and confident - a true businessman.

Harry wore a façade, but really on the inside as Danny could now see, he was just the same as everyone else. He had feelings, he may like to hide them, pretend he didn’t, but whoever this bloke was he had obviously broken his heart.

“You’ll find all the information you need in there!” Harry’s long fingers tapped the brown envelope, watching as Danny nodded, standing up, collecting the envelope and turning towards the door, usual protocol ensuing.

“Danny!” calling his name and stopping him from leaving, Harry sat up straight and watched as the brunette turned to face him. “Don’t come back until he’s taken care of!”

The words stuck in Danny’s head as he sat at the wheel of his car and with a sighed of annoyance and aggravation tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. The A4 sized brown envelope was discarded on the passenger seat a annoying niggle of dread fizzing through his stomach as he reached out and picked it up. Running his fingers along the seal he pulled it open and let the contents spill onto his lap, photos of his target, information of his favourite places, where best to find him, all laid before him. Holding the picture between his forefinger and his thumb he sighed the person staring back at him.

Young was the first thing he noticed. He was very young and that was something that pained him. The thought of bringing a life that had barely begun to an end. There were always things he didn’t want to know, lines he knew not to cross. He reasoned that the less he knew the less he could get attached and let emotions get in the way. He wasn’t heartless course he felt the guilt, the toll his wrongdoings took on his mind, but at the end of the day it was just a job, another day at the office. This was all he’d known!

More Than a Memory Part 25 (last add!)

2007-07-16T20:32:12Z

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Poynter/Jones OTP <3
Rating: [By Part] NC-17
Part: 25/25
Summary: Can dreams really foretell the future?
Disclaimer: All untrue, an entire work of fiction
A/N: The end is here. Big thank you to everyone’s that read and commented, seriously you guys are amazin’ ♥

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“That was amazing.” Dougie smiled, pushing his empty plate away and licking his knife. Danny watched him smiling, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. Every little thing he did was mesmerizing; the blonde seemed to have a certain teasing quality about him in every movement he made. Even though Danny knew him so well, knew his mannerisms, knew nearly everything about him he still seemed so fascinating to watch, so captivating and enthralling.

“It would have been a whole lot better if we were actually at a restaurant. Save the washing up.” He laughed goofily and titled his head endearingly.

Dougie giggled, hand reaching out, fingers sweeping across the brunette’s knuckles, softly, smiling. “I don’t care about some fancy restaurant; I just want to spend time with you. We lost quite a few months.”

Danny smiled, his stomach somersaulting as his opaque gaze roamed Dougie’s features. Dougie’s lips curved downwards, a frown knitting his features together. “I’m sorry I don’t remember everything we did before the accident,” he looked down sadly. “And at this moment in time I’m not sure I’m ever going to remember everything,” his voice shook, the syllables punctured by heavy breaths.

Danny’s eyes danced with torment, with fear and sadness. He hated seeing what Dougie was going through, he thought the therapy sessions were helping him. When they had first started he’d remembered quite a few little significant facts, but it now seemed like everything had come to a faltering standstill. He wanted to help him more, but at the end of the day there was only so much he could do. He could only tell him stories, show him photos, and home movies. He wasn’t about to give up on him though, not when he’d gotten this far, when they were almost that couple once more.

He ignored Dougie’s glazed gaze and stood up. Dougie’s eyes, the orbs of diluted blue streaking with confusion as he followed Danny’s figure, watching as he outstretched his hand and whispered a gentle “Stand up!” into his ear.

Dougie shivered slightly at the feel of warm breath ghosting over his skin, his eyes wide and connecting with the brunette’s who smiled, a freckly arm wrapping around the blonde’s waist, pulling his body towards him. Dougie’s nose buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting and alluring scent, heart thumping, palms growing sweaty.

“What are you doing, Danny?!”

“Making new memories for you, Doug’s,” came Danny’s whispered reply as his body moved, swaying gently on the spot humming gently and creating his own music. As cheesy as it sounded his lips parted as the familiar lyrics of a song known so well slipped from them, testing his larynx.

‘And I would answer all you're wishes, if you asked me to.
But if you deny me one of your kisses, don't know what I'd do.
So hold me close and say three words, like you used to do.
Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it's all about you.’

Dougie smiled head lifted as his gaze met the brunette’s. “That’s one of our songs!” it wasn’t really a question at all, just a statement to show he remembered the small significant fact. And with a simple nod of the head Danny pressed his forehead against Dougie’s, breath mingling, lips so close to touching it was just bearable.

The thump of his heart, the sudden excitement, the swirl of colour and sounds sped by as Danny nodded his head, his grip tightening, comfortably on his blonde boyfriends (he was still his boyfriend despite what had happened, what was still happening around them) waist, circling and gripping with every ounce of determination not to let go.

The adrenalin sparked through Danny’s veins as he slowly and with a certain amount of hesitance closed the gap between them. Lips gently, smoothly, and with ease slid against the blonde’s whose hand immediately fisted at his shirt, tugging, pulling in a lame attempt to gain some sort of control. The kisses varied, soft and gently to passionate and needy. The gentle and moist sweeps of the brunette’s tongue against his lips brought Dougie crashing back to reality, the dream state broken.

Topaz eyes blew wide as they separated from one another, shock lingering upon the blonde’s stilled features. Danny stepped back, lips parting to apologize profusely for pushing things, feeling maybe he should attribute the shock scribed across Dougie boyish features to the fact the kisses weren’t as chaste as usual, that bodily desires had over taken rational thinking. He couldn’t help but think that perhaps Dougie wasn’t ready for any of this just yet, that he had hurried him. But as a hand grabbed hold of his own, warmth prevailing across his skin, pulled back towards the comfort of the blonde’s body, lips clashing, with almost as much vehement need he had shown, the panic that had taken root below his skin was soothed away.

Danny couldn’t hide the groan that left his lips, tearing up his oesophagus, Adams apple bobbing at the touch and unique feelings that only Danny could bring to his body. Hands slid below the band tee the younger boy was wearing, groping at the uncovered and pure skin. The freckled mans mind spun, feeling as though a hazy cloud had been cast over him, churning up all the things he’d liked to do to the blond, all the things he had missed, all thoughts strictly X-rated.

Almost, as if he’d been reading his mind Dougie pulled away, licking his lips, smiling cheekily and with a suave wink, a dirty grin and lust flushed eyes he grasped Danny’s hand, pulling him towards the door. There were no words uttered, no questions to be asked, It was perfectly clear when they got to the bottom of the stairs, lips briefly meeting where this was leading, and the only qualm Danny had was whether Dougie was absolutely certain he was ready for this!!

With a nod of his blonde haired head, glinting eyes and an undoubted stance, Danny’s doubts disappeared, lips curling, fusing into a smile, hands clasping at the blonde’s as he led him with an almost confidence tug on his arm up the stairs.

There was a mismatched flurry of kisses as they fell through the bedroom door, cloying heat attacking their skin. Danny’s strong arms wrapping around the blonde’s waist, lips grazing, bodies bumping together, hands touching exploring patches of warm soft skin, the feral clutches of lust having claimed them long ago.

Danny felt safe, warm, and secure as he fell backwards on the bed. There was something calming about the smell of the covers around him, totally Dougie something he’d missed. He could feel the blonde’s legs slide either side of his thighs, an overwhelming weigh hovering above him, lips grazing, kissing softly; his tongue gently exploring the contours of the freckly mans warm, sweet mouth.

Danny groaned, bucking his hips and allowing Dougie to feel all of him. To feel how desperate he was, how he craved his touch, craved to feel more. It had been so long since they’d been close; intimate. The last time was the night of Dougie’s accident in the bathroom of club of all places!! Since then he’d been living off the hope of getting his Dougie back, and the memories they had created, but now it was actually happening it all felt so surreal.

His hands danced along his spine, gathering the material of his t-shirt and with a defined tug pulled him closer. The blonde smirked, sitting back, and rocking his denim clad lower half against Danny’s creating a heavenly friction and a multitude of curses to fall from the elder mans lips. His eyes fluttered closed, savouring the feel of hot skin beneath his fingertips, tracing patterns in the dip of the blonde’s spine, as said blonde’s nimble fingers hastily unbuttoned his dark shirt, exposing more and more of freckled skin for his ogling pleasures.

His touch was addictively arousing, warm, and comforting. Danny gasped as a cold hand travelled across his rippling stomach, up over his chest, passed pebbled nipples, eventually pushing the material of his open shirt from his body. The brunette arched upwards a throaty mew of pleasure slipping from his lips as he felt Dougie’s warm, wet tongue sweep across his chest, concentrating on the hardened bud of flesh.

Every sense in Dougie’s body felt alive for the first time in along time. Lifting his head he watched the flushed visage below him wither, the covers clenched in his palms, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. He felt scared, perhaps that was a natural reaction after all he was crossing a line that although he knew he had crossed before, he couldn’t remember actually doing so. It seemed to be happening so quick, it seemed so surreal but at the same time he knew this was what he wanted, this was what was going to complete the puzzle.

Danny’s eyes, a deep and sparkling blue opened, connecting with Dougie’s own, silently questioning until he had caught his breath enough to actually ask it out loud. Dougie could feel his heart pound, picking up pace as it thumped against his ribcage, lips curving into a smile, answering.

“Are you okay?” Danny’s voice was rough and uneven, eyes shining with lust and pure want for the blonde.

Dougie nodded, dipping forwards slightly, the pressure on the brunettes crotch once more increased, murmuring a muffled, “never better!” against peachy lips.

Danny couldn’t help but smile as he reciprocated it, gripping tightly to the blonde although his mind swam with worry. Breaking the kiss, he tiled his head slightly just simply watching Dougie, whose rocking faltered, breathlessly.

“What’s the matter!?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” his eyes trailed lowly across the blonde’s body, resting almost inconspicuously on his crotch. Dougie’s eyes followed, lips curling as he nodded his head, fingers smoothing over Danny’s freckle dotted features.

“You’d better fucking believe I do. I want this Danny, I want you…” it was a breathy whisper, lips curling as Danny’s eyes blew wide, fingers flexing and tugging at Dougie’s t-shirt. The material hauled from his body and over his head with an easy sweep, discarded to the floor with a suave flick of his wrist.

It felt like the first time all over again to the brunette, everything was slow and hazy. The kisses were soft and gently, explorative. The gentle rocking continued, friction so pleasurable it burnt almost, pushing him bit by bit closer to the edge. It was happening a little too quickly for Danny’s liking, he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming in his pants. It just felt too amazing, too good.

He muttered a muffle gasped ‘stop’ and with shaky fingers he moved across Dougie’s chest, tracing the outline of his elaborate tattoo, eyes bleary and narrowed, enthralled by the vision of perfection and charm, that was perched upon his lap. He felt Dougie shudder under his touch as freckled fingers ghosted lowly across his abdomen, muscle clenching. With hands dipping lower, fumbling with Dougie’s belt buckle, unfastening, and opening his jeans.

Every move made was done so with a certain amount of hesitance, large hand slowly gliding in, searching for soft, warm skin. And without even thinking his hand pressed against the blonde’ s cock, relishing with a smirk in the way Dougie arched, gasping slightly. Everything was new to him, and even the slightest touch was thrilling, hot like fire.

Before Danny even knew what was happening, mind too fuzzy and uncoordinated, his own jeans were been tugged from his hips, pooling around his ankles, before been messily kicked away. Smaller hands glided across smooth skin, the waistband of his ever-trusty chequered boxer shorts were been teased between the blonde’s fingertips. He wanted to speed him on a breathy, ‘hurry’ tumbling from his lips, eyes locking with the blondes.

Dougie smiled dipping forwards placing a chaste kiss on Danny’s lips, moving slowly across warm flesh, down the length of his neck and across his chest, his tongue rolling and lapping at salty sweet skin, stopping at the waistband of his boxers and looking up. He wasn’t sure it was for reassurance, or the go-ahead he just felt the need to see the look in Danny’s eyes, capture the glazed glance and the rush of lust. Something that he could savour and store in his mind, a brand new memory!

Danny didn’t really make any sign of acknowledgement to what was happening around him, his eyes heavy and hazy seeming to tell the blonde all he needed to know. The lines that hadn’t been crossed in so long loomed above them, the blonde side stepping all rational thoughts, drunk off lust, his mind swimming with all the things he was so desperate to do to that body beneath him. With shaky and flexing fingers, and before he had chance to back out, the blue and white chequered underwear of the brunette’s was pulled from his hips with one firm swoop, cold air daubing his body and cooling his skin.

Danny’s eyes blew wide as he felt the reassuring and gentle strokes of the blonde’s hands on his erection, thumbing the damp head repeatedly. Dougie’s lips curled as Danny reeled upwards into his grasp pushing his body closer. Not that that was entirely possible.

It didn’t take long before his fingers left the base of the brunette’s erection, body dipping forwards and slowly engulfing him, peachy lips sucking at the head. He heard the groan that fell from Danny’s lips, his hips rising as he fought the urge to just fuck that sweet mouth raw.

“Fuck, oh god Doug’s!” muffled words spilled from his lips, freckled fingers fisting at damp blonde locks. Trying his best not to tug and pull, wanting to remain patient. But he could feel it, feel how close to the edge he was sailing, he could feel the heat swamping his skin, and Dougie’s talented tongue lapping at the head driving him wild, repeating the process over and over.

His eyes flickered shut too heavy to remain open he felt boneless and sleepily dazed by the stringent bursts of pleasure. His fingers flexed, sliding from the silky blonde locks and down the younger boys sweat spotted back. Arching slightly, gasping, neck exposed Danny moaned his name, but as soon as he did so he felt Dougie slowly retract, the warmth that had previously swathed him faded. His eyes opened wide and blinking as he watched the look on Dougie’s face change, he looked uncertain, yet completely voyeuristic and at ease with the situation as he licked his lips, smiling cheekily and sweeping forwards once more. His lips were hastily pressed against the brunette’s, allowing his to taste himself within the kiss, freckled arms wrapping around his torso, eyes gliding downwards, realising with stark surprise that Dougie was still mostly clothed, his lower half anyway, rough denim rubbing against sensitive skin.

With fumbling fingers he tugged at his already open jeans pushing them as far down his legs as he could manage, his eyes connecting with Dougie’s, still desperately craving release from the previous teasing and weeks of pent up sexual frustrations. The blonde nuzzled into the crook of Danny’s neck, tongue lazily trailing over his collarbone, gentle, soft strokes over pale and clammy skin.

“It’s not going to work.” Dougie’s voice was a croak. The brunette could feel him squirm as his body slowly drew back. Confused and shocked Danny watched him, a moment of pure panic settling and laying heavily on his mind, but was soon soothed away and replace with the fluttering of nerves as he watched Dougie kick the garment of clothing away, fingers sliding around the inside of his boxers. With harsh breaths, chest rising and falling out of sync Danny watched him, lip slotted between his teeth, teasing and making his blood boil with lust.

He reached out trying to frantically grasp at the blonde force him closer to him, but Dougie just giggled stepping backwards and pulling at the bright material lowering it over creamy hip bones, exposing more and more silky skin. Trying to ward off the impatient feelings and burning desires, Danny’s eyes slipped closed, blocking out the torturous, teasing image. Warding off the want to come, to slip his hands between his thighs, and finish the job Dougie had discarded in favour of relentless teasing.

He could sense movement around him, light-footed movement as Dougie shifted towards the bed. Curiosity crept up on him, throttling him, but his eyes stayed closed, there was something so much more erotic about not been able to see what the blonde boy of his fantasies, the daydreams of been able to hold and touch him the only things that had actually keeping him sane, was doing, or was going to do!

And then he felt it, a series of chaste kissing placed across his jaw line and up to his lips, soft and sensual. His eyes sprung wide as he felt the cold wrapper place in his palm, eyes meeting twinkling blue, confident, and determined. And suddenly he felt so harshly exposed, a flitter of worry sizzling below his skin at what was expected from him, of him. He felt like he’d waited a life time and now the moment was upon him he was unsure if this was the right thing to do. What if he hurt him? What if he wasn’t a hundred percent ready for this?

His musings were short lived, a gently and wispy voice muttering, “we always play safe right?!” falling from Dougie’s lips as he playfully kitten licked the length of Danny’s ear, teeth clasping around the fleshy lobe, nibbling gently.

Swallowing the lump from in the back of his throat Danny murmured a muffled, “Uh huh!” by way of reply flesh smarting from the way Dougie pressed against him, allowing him to feel everything. He felt the shiver and the rush of adrenalin and anticipation and before he had chance to think the positioned had been switched and Dougie was trapped beneath his body, chests rising and falling in tandem, cloying heat attacking their riving bodies as fingers danced across slick skin.

The condom was plucked from his grasp by an eager eyed Dougie who smiled and exhaled his nerves with a deep sigh. The brunette’s lips curled as he shifted his gaze to the bedside cabinet and the small tube of lube. He reached out tenderly pecking the blonde as he reached for it.

With another enquiry of whether this was what he wanted, just to settle his mind, Danny grinned down on the radiantly flushed visage if the young blonde. There was a moment’s pause before a nod of his head and a ‘fuck yeah, definitely’ by way of answer and approval spilled from Dougie’s lips. Danny, with a devious and dirty grin, gently bent his legs to gain access, pushing his thighs apart and thrusting a slicked up digit passed his entrance.

It was intrusive; Danny knew it had been along time since Dougie had done this from the way he clenched around the invading digit, eyes squeezed closed, lips parting as a shallow gasp of his name fell from his lips. His finger crooked, desperate to find that spot that would turn the tables, that would allow Dougie to brim with pleasure, beg to be taken.

Dougie gasped, eyes blown wide, body arching slightly as he felt the earth shift beneath him. Danny grinned knowing it was time, knowing that the teasing had to stop, that Dougie was ready. With unhurried movements Dougie’s eyes met Danny’s, slowly he grinned the tension surrounding them palatable. The foil condom wrapper was torn open carefully and the lustful dance of many different emotions flickered through brunettes azure of translucent blue as the ring of latex was rolled on, slicked up, and ready for action.

He let out a shaky breath glancing downwards at the blonde more for the reassuring nod and the go-ahead. Dougie’s features, warm and flushed, nodded and before he had chance to vocalise any sort of answer Danny had made the first painful push in. The brunette’s movements faltered, allowing the blonde to try and get use to the stinging feelings. It was so much like their first time all over again, right from the look on his face, to the way his eyes drooped, and fingers clenched at crinkled covers, arching and murmuring his name, torn between pleasure and pain.

“I’m sorry it hurts, it’ll get better,” Danny’s lips pressed lightly against his temple, kissing away the creases as his eyes scrunched closed. He felt the clawing of Dougie’s fingers at his back, marking and gripping at his skin. The feelings he’d missed, the velvet heat as he glided home, making his head fuzz and his tummy flip. He wanted to make this memorable, he wanted to show Dougie what he’d been missing, but he knew he wasn’t going to last long; it had been too long since this had happened.

His lips clashed with the blonde’s, muffling his moans, and picking up a pace of gentle thrusts and collective groans. It was different to their usual protocol they weren’t down right dirtily fucking, muttering dirty words, coxing the other on. They were instead gently and softly making love, reacquainting themselves with each others bodies, filling in the voids and showing just how much they cared.

The friction of Danny’s body moving against his, sheened with sweat and rosy cheeked, was almost the blonde’s undoing. He arched his back elegantly, pushing down on Danny and urging him on, faster, and tenderly. The few seductive words breathed from the brunette in his ear finally tipped him overboard. Hands clenching at the sheets, breathe ruffled and uneven, hoarse gasps and sweet calls of Danny’s name tumbling from his lips as sticky warmth spread between their moving bodies.

Danny’s head lowered, beads of sweat rolling across his skin, tongue darting out licking in the dip of the hazily eyed blonds collarbone his hips pistoning with each roll and a breathless gasp spilling free. Usually they were more vocal, more appreciative, but this time they just allow the moment to over take. Allow the familiarity of the situation, the safeness, the love that bubble below the surface to shine though.

His curly haired head sunk into the crook of the blonds neck as his arms tighten their grasp a chocked out cry of “Dougie, oh god!” falling from his lips as he fell into pleasurable oblivion, the tipsy turvy world of his peak hitting him from all directions.

Satiated, sleepy, and spent the brunette collapsed forwards and with a groan pressed his lips to Dougie’s, sloppily kissing, coordination going out the window, suddenly feeling so bonelessly heavy.

He wanted to say something meaningful, make the moment last, but all power of speech seemed to disintegrate. Slowly and gently he raised himself up, arms quaking as he pulled himself out of the blonde. Dougie sighing, slightly sore and sticky, grimacing his arms latching around Danny’s wrist, skin soft and soothing as he rolled beside him, arms wrapping around his waist and kissing the side of his head gently.

Post coital had always been soundless, apart from their punctured breaths and the rapid thump of their hearts against constricted chests. Something swelled inside of the brunette at the sudden closeness, the clammy heat, and feel of foreign skin pressed against his. He’d missed this all, the whole package even down to the uncomfortable stickiness. Lifting himself onto his side and propping himself up on his elbows Danny watched the angelic blonde, reaching out and brushing a few strands of golden hair away from his face, lips curling as Dougie eyes fluttered and finally opened, wide and bright, lips curving.

It was Danny that finally broke the silence that murmured the definitive words, which sealed their fate and secured their relationship. The croaky “I love you!” muttered against sweet tasting lips as his own gently grazed the blonde’s. Smiling lightly and with a smirk he found himself back on top of the blonde, legs either side of his waist, the younger blonde’s tanned arms hooking around his neck the ‘I love you!’ returned with the up most truth.

A feeling of calm shrouded the brunette knowing everything had fallen back into place. He knew they were going to be alright now. He knew that their love had definitely been a lot more than a memory.

Meanwhile, whilst Dougie and Danny had been making up, reacquainting, basking in the warmth and love that only been in a relationship could bring, downstairs sat on two separate sofas, in two separate frames of mind, Tom and Harry tried desperately to repair the damage to their friendship, which was dangling so precariously on a thin thread, over pizza, beer and DVDs the only way they knew how.

They were both aware things had changed, maybe not dramatically, just subtle little things that gave maximum uncomfortable-ness. The air surrounding them was different now, more hazy and silent, and any conversation between the pair seemed forced just so to try and regain the normality.

So things had changed, Danny and Dougie were living proof that sometimes change is a good thing, that change doesn’t necessarily change all aspects of a relationship or a friendship, its how you handle them that does, it’s the things you do and say that cause things to change. And he wasn’t going to allow their friendship to go down the pan because of something he’d done, the things he’d said, because of the way he felt. He knew what he felt was destined to be nothing more than a delusional memory. He would muddle through like he always did, let Harry go because he’d never actually been his, just a fantasy!

The cushion placed on the blonde’s lap acted like a barrier, protecting him form the gorgeous man sat opposite him. His eyes a deep and mystifying brown met the dazzling and icy orbs of blue, Harry offering a reassuring even if slightly unsure smile. And he knew in that moment, watching the frown lines on the stubbled jawed mans face that things would go back to normal, that things would be fine, given time!

FIN.

More Than a Memory Part 23

2007-07-04T21:35:00Z

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Poynter/Jones OTP <3
Rating: [By Part] PG-13 for swear words
Part: 23/25
Summary: Can dreams really foretell the future?
Disclaimer: All untrue, an entire work of fiction
A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated this in a while I’ve been super busy. Comments are loved as always <3

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The stylish mobile phone lay on the bed, glinting in the ray of autumnal sunlight. Tom shifted across the room, gaze resting on the object, fingers itching to touch, to phone Harry, to hear his voice.

Tugging on a t-shirt his mind spun, body lowered into the soft folds of fabric. He ignored the niggle tearing up his mind and picked up the phone, rifling through the contacts the highlighted strip resting on ‘Harry’. He was desperate to press the green button and connect the call, yet inwardly he knew he hadn’t the strength too. He didn’t know where to even start to explain himself. Was he supposed to apologize to Harry for simply falling in love?

Tossing the phone idly to the floor he let out an irritated sigh, ignoring the ache in his heart he puffed out a deep breath and stood up. He hadn’t asked for any of this to happen, you can’t choose who you fall for? Harry could understand that right?

Walking towards the door he stopped suddenly as it was thrust open and an irate Danny appeared, cheeks flushed and his mobile phone clutched in his hand. Toms head tilted, chest suddenly heaving with a swell of panic and confusion clouded his vision awaiting a suitable explanation to Danny’s sudden and alarming appearance. Who was he challenging Harry Houdini? But he seemed if anything even more confused when Danny did eventually speak, muttering a, “I fucked up, Tom!”

The blonde’s eyes darkened, head tilted eyebrows furrowing as he retreated back towards the bed. “What do you mean you fucked up?” dark and mesmerising eyes crawled the sullen brunette’s features as a babble of words, barely coherent words at that, spilled from his lips.

“I promised Dougie I’d recreate our first date, and oh god Tom I don’t even know where to start. Every restaurant I’ve phoned are fully booked so I can’t get reservations, I mean what are the odds. I just want it to be special. I just, I just want him to remember, but I’m not sure this is the right way.” Danny barely took a breath; he just sat staring straight ahead.

“Are you and Dougie back together?!” ‘Stupid question Tom, stupid, stupid question’ The blonde inwardly muttered.

Danny hunched, “Getting there. There’s just all this tension around us. It’s driving me nuts. I love him, I want him, I want to show him just how much, but I don’t know I don’t want to push him and push him away.”

“Tension sucks. I should know!” Tom grimaced and grabbed at Danny’s arm, pulling the brunette to his feet. “C’mon I have an idea!”

~*~

The kitchen was hot and stuffy, filled with the aroma of cooking as both the blonde and the brunette put their culinary skills to good use. The thick recipe book was lain open on the oak table, various packets and utensils were laid haphazardly on the counter surfaces.

“Do you think this’ll work?” Danny muttered looking up from the onions he was chopping, eyes sore and watery. For an hour they had traipsed around the supermarket looking for the right ingredients and for the last twenty minutes they had been busy preparing. “I promised him I’d recreate our first date, what if he hates this?”

“Well you went to an Italian for your first date, and this is the only half decent Italian thing I know how to cook,” Tom grinned, stirring the sauce. “And besides this is romantic, you’re using your initiative he’ll appreciate that. You’re trying to help him remember his old memories, but you’re also creating some new ones at the same time.”

Danny smiled, nodded, and swept the chopped up onions into the sauce, Tom stirring it and smiling towards him. “This’ll be great Danny. Much better than some take out pizza. It shows you’ve really put thought into this…Well one of us has anyway!!”

Danny chuckled a: “Shut up!” wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “And thanks I would probably have been a giant let down!” Danny mumbled, moving onto the bowl of ricotta cheese and egg, stirring the content. “So what happened last night?”

Tom flinched, seeming to ignore the brunette arranging the noodles and slouching down at the breakfast bar. “I made a fool of myself that’s what happens when you have too much to drink and let jealousy attack. I told him everything, I just, I thought it would make things easier. I’m delusional Danny. This isn’t easier. He hasn’t been home all day.”

“You know what he’s like Tom; he’ll come home when he’s ready.” Danny smiled weakly and placed the mixing bowl on the counter top. “You did the right thing last night. Now you can move on?”

“What if I don’t want too move on? God Danny what the hell am I supposed to do. What did I expect from him!?”

“Oh Tom,” leaning forwards -ignoring the fact that Tom was busy currently adding layers of lasagne sauce, cheese and pasta to the baking pan in front of him – Danny enveloped him in an hug, warm and safe. “It will be okay!”

Seeming to ignore the words Tom shrugged Danny away and sighed sprinkling parmesan cheese over the top and admiring his handiwork, “Ta-dah lasagne for two.”

“Tom!” Danny’s flexing fingers rested on the blonde’s shoulder blades, squeezing gently.

“Don’t Danny, I’ll deal with it!” Sitting down he shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’m just not sure how yet!!”

There was a moment where everything was silent, Tom’s chocolaty gaze met Danny’s head shaking. “He’s not gay, never has been, never will be I’ve just got to deal with that.”

Looking up as Danny placed a bottle of beer in front of the blond whose eyebrows crooked. “Celebration drinks. I think we deserved this!” Danny looked down at the lasagne and sighed. “So now what do I do with this!”

“You cook it you goon. 40-45 minutes or until the cheese bubbles.”

“I can do that!” Danny took a sip of the cool refreshing beverage and nodding his head, watching the blonde. He seemed so vulnerable, yet there was a glint of steely determination hidden within his gaze. He knew he was a fighter, he knew Tom wasn’t going to lay down and die, fall into a never ending void of blackness. He’d get through this. He was sure of it!

“What times Doug’s back from his Mums?” Toms asked, voice breaking the silent air, fingers clasped around the beer bottle, gratefully sipping its refreshing contents, body flushing.

“6 ish,” came Danny’s tense reply fingering the label on his bottle head lifting.

Tom chuckled, patting his shoulder as he got to his feet. “You’ll be fine Dan, all you’ve got to do is heat it through, you can’t go wrong and anyway I’ll just be upstairs if you need any….” Tom’s voice trailed away the sound of the door slamming shut making him jump, insides squirming. Harry was home.

With each echoed footstep that resounded through the air, getting closer to the kitchen, Tom’s nerves increased. He felt clammy and unattractive, dreading the moment of having to come face to face with the man that knew every detail about him, even the gory fact he was head over heels in love with him!

After what felt like a lifetime the kitchen door was pushed open, Tom’s breath hitching as he watched Harry saunter in. There was a sort of debonair-ish grace about him, easy and calm. He smiled lightly, his eyes not quite meeting Tom or Danny’s, glazed with what Tom could only describe as guilt, he seemed tired, eyes hanging heavily, hair stuck out in misshapen angles, clothes askew, just breathing sex, a painful reminder.

Retracting his hand from the fridge he unscrewed the cap on a bottle of water eyes dancing with torment as he made for the door announcing the need for a shower. Tom watched grimacing knowing he was going to wash the sins from him mind, body and soul, the impurities that were clinging to his skin and lost within the dried residues of sweat.

The silence that fell as the door was closed was somewhat excruciating, hanging thickly and shrouding the room, providing a tense atmosphere. The blond, with a groan, slumped forwards, his head rested on his folded arms, hiding his embarrassment. Danny’s heavily freckled hand rested on his shoulder, warm and comforting.

“He can’t even look at me!” he sighed, eyes dropping closed, tears burning his retinas.

“Tom,” Danny’s voice was soft, easy on the ears, calm and collected, despite his inner doubts.

“What have I done? I should have just kept quiet.”

“What and drove yourself insane, you did the right thing. Give him time!” Danny shot back, as calmly as possible.

Tom flinched playing with the silver band on his middle finger. “What if I haven’t got time though, what if I’ve ruined everything, what if he hates me?”

“He won’t Tom, you won’t have ruined anything. You just need to talk it through with him. Explain what you feel, tell him that you don’t expect anything but understanding from him!”

Tom nodded drying his felling tears. He foolish, selfish for dropping his worries on Danny, but most of all vulnerable, wide open for all to see. A sense he hated above all others. Getting shakily to his feet he sensed Danny watching him, pausing from loading the dishwasher, pensive glances filled with all the usual emotions, worry, pity, sorrow. Tom was his best friend, Tom was always there for him, and he felt he should return that favour, but advice the blonde already knew was all he could offer, along with comforting words and soothing touches.

“I can do this, just talk to him, and explain!” Tom’s voice repeated itself over and over, words playing on a continual loop as he shuffled towards the door. It was almost like he was trying to coax himself into believing this was the correct thing to do.

Danny watched, weakly smiling and wishing him luck, but knowing luck was nothing anymore, this was totally Harry’s call. Harry had the power to destroy everything, Tom’s heart, Tom’s self-integrity, Toms being, if he felt it was too hard to move on from, too hard to accept, too hard to forget.

More Than a Memory Part 22

2007-06-26T19:19:59Z

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Poynter/Jones OTP <3
Rating: [By Part] I think were back to PG
Part: 22/25
Summary: Can dreams really foretell the future?
Disclaimer: All untrue, an entire work of fiction
A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated this in a while. I’ve been writing the sequel to 'paradise waters' and in was hoping I would be able to post that first, but I’ve hit writers block head on *rolls eyes*. So anyway comments are loved ♥

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Danny didn’t feel as alone as he walked home. It almost felt like a huge weight had been lifted from off of his shoulders. He felt more content with life, more at ease. Of course it wasn’t over yet, despite the hugest part having been over come, there were still aspects to work on.

He sigh content and looked down Dougie’s hand was clasped within his, soft, warm skin enveloping his own. They seemed to fit together like the missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, fingers lacing as they walked through a grassy park. The moon lighting the way, silvery beams bouncing over the grassy knolls and highlighting the two solemn figures, deep in thought as they walked.

“Danny.” Dougie broke away from the brunette and dropped heavily onto one of the painted green benches, feet swinging as he bit down on his bottom lip. The brunette nodded his head, falling into a seat beside the blond awaiting his question.

“How did we move from been just friends to something more?”

Danny smiled; he was slowly learning not to allow questions like that to affect him so much. He wasn’t taking them personal. It wasn’t like Dougie didn’t love him because he couldn’t remember. He now knew it was simply his way of trying to fill in the blanks, questions were all he had.

“Well it was a bit silly to be honest. We sorta got set up. A game of truth or dare uncovered what I was feeling. We kissed; I guess there was just a spark.”

Dougie lips twisted into a smile, wide and bright. “I want that back, Danny?!”

Danny puffed out his cheeks, breath spilling into the night air leaving a wispy cloud lingering. “We’ll get it back, Doug’s. We will, I promise.”

As Dougie stood up that comfortable silence once more surrounded them both Danny watched, lips twisting into a smile as he followed him knowing that was a promise he could keep, he was going to get their memories back, and he knew exactly how.

Their walk home was peaceful, calm both just aimlessly chattering, laughing, and talking like friends did. It was awkward when they got to the house usually there was someone else around to take the focus away from them both, but everything was silent. With an uneasy smile Danny bid Dougie a goodnight and with a chaste kiss they went their separate ways. Danny shuffling with a pounding heart down the landing and towards his own room, Dougie still somewhat stunned walked in the opposite direction.

As Danny’s slowly began getting undressed he felt as though he was been pulled in two different directions. He wanted Dougie more than ever, but he didn’t want to push him. It was plain to see he was still so confused and he didn’t want to add to that confusion. He didn’t want to freak him out; he wanted everything to be just right. He wanted to show Dougie what they had without putting pressure on him, something that was proving increasingly difficult.

His body was buzzing as he slipped between the sheets. The night events span through his mind. The kiss that Dougie had shared with that stranger span through the vast space of his mind, he couldn’t deny that hadn’t hurt, because it did, it had, it still did, it still stung to think about. But the kiss that they had shared cancelled out that hurt and filled his body with tingles.

As he lay shrouded in the half-light that was flooding the room through the partially open curtains -that he was far too lazy to close- another thought played over through his mind, Tom. He couldn’t help but wonder where Tom was, if he was alright. It was unlike him to stay out this late! He hated the thought of him been upset, crying, torn up inside because of Harry. It unsettled him, Tom was usually so strong, he was his best friend and best friends were supposed to look out for one another yet he’d walked away when Tom had needed him the most, let Harry, the root cause of Tom’s problems tend to his needs.

He shifted uncomfortably the sheets tangled as he turned his gaze towards the clock. It was strange he didn’t feel tired but as his eyes rested on the aluminous digits they grew heavier. His mind was still swimming with thoughts as he drifted off yet it was too late to stop himself, to find out if his worries were confirmed the warm shrouds of sleep had claimed him.

~*~

The early morning rays flooded the kitchen, awakening the blonde from where he’d fallen asleep, head rested against the breakfast bar. His ear throbbed from where it had been pressed against the counter top, eyes sticky and sore from the tears that had fallen. He grimaced and slipped from off the stool he was sat on, adjusting to the bright light and swallowed thickly, mouth seeming so suddenly dry.

He shuffled across the floor and towards the sink. He felt foolish; the previous night’s events were still spinning through his mind as he filled the clear glass with cooling water. He knew he’d been stupid. He knew what he’d done had the potential to destroy everything he’d worked so hard for, but most of all his friendship with Harry. He had thought it would have freed him from the oppressive clutches self-loathing had on him, but he just felt if anything worse.

The glass was raised to his lips, gulping the liquid quickly, soothing his hoarse throat. As footsteps approached the kitchen he turned to face the door. He knew it wouldn’t be Harry, not just yet. He knew exactly where Harry would be, forgetting in the only way he knew how, with some gorgeous woman. The thought alone was enough to make the blonde’s stomach turn painfully.

Watching the door slowly open he held his breath as if almost on instinct watching stony faced as Danny’s eyes crawled across this frozen and dead eyed form. He couldn’t have felt more vulnerable as he did now; it was strange how he felt so open when just in a room with his best friend, someone that knew him inside out.

Danny didn’t need words to know, still in just his boxers and an old faded tee he rushed forwards and enveloped him in a hug. Tom’s defences crumbled at the touch, wave after wave of hot tears blotted his cheeks. This wasn’t what he wanted. This was the biggest weakness he could show!

“I did what you told me too. I told him!” He hiccupped and swallowed back his tears. “He’s going to hate me. That’s if he doesn’t already.”

“Hey c’mon we can’t help who we fall in love with. He’ll be able to understand that, Tom!” Danny soothed, fingers smoothing along Tom’s back trying to calm him, but inwardly he was smiling, not because of Tom’s pain but because his own was diminishing. It was totally selfish, the worse timing but he finally felt like everything was falling into place, like he was starting to get Dougie back, even if it was just a start. But outside he couldn’t help but feel extremely sorry for Tom, whilst his life was gradually falling into place, Tom’s life was rapidly falling apart.

Danny’s previous words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Tom pulled away announcing he was going for a shower. Danny stood still watching the defeated blond. He wanted to go after him, he wanted to call his name, but he hadn’t a clue what he was supposed to say to calm the blonde’s inner turmoil.

Inwardly groaning Danny slipped onto a seat around the oak table, sighing into his hands. He hated the thought of Tom hurting thinking over what he had done whilst washing away his sinful thoughts, yet there was nothing he could do, nothing he could say to help him now. It was because of his advice Tom was in the predicament he was in now.

His head only lifted, thoughts broken, when he heard a quiet cough form the door. He smiled watching as a refreshed and rejuvenated Dougie stood, fully clothed in the doorway. Danny couldn’t hide the frantic beat of his heart. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips despite his inner worries about Tom.

With a shy smile Dougie muttered a coy: ‘morning’ his fingers ticking along Danny’s back as he walked by and towards the fridge. The brunette couldn’t help himself, his body shuddered and his breath caught as he tilted his head and watched him.

Murmuring a ‘morning’ back Danny got to his feet and shuffled towards Dougie who turned leaning over Danny and opening the cupboard above his head, chests pressed together a small smile falling over Dougie’s lips.

Fighting to regain his composure Danny cleared his throat, eyes locking with Dougie’s. “Y’know Douglas if I didn’t know you better I’d say you were flirting with me!”

Biting down on his bottom lip Dougie’s eyes blew wide. “Hmmm, maybe I am. I guess you’ll never know huh!”

“Wanna bet!” And with that the brunette leant forwards, lips crashing on top of the blonde’s, catching him slightly by surprise. It was a bit of a spur of the moment action, easy and smooth. Dougie’s small hands slithered along the brunettes back, pulling at the material of his t-shirt and moaning into the kiss, lips parting allowing his frozen tongue to dance merrily with his own.

It felt different to the kisses they’d shared the night before. It wasn’t as chaste, it was passionate and lustful and yet at the same time completely soft. Danny’s fingers traced along the blonde’s cheek as he slowly pulled his lips away, tongue tracing the reddening skin, a devilish smirk lighting up his features.

“Mmmm I’d say you’re definitely flirting with me.”

Dougie giggled hand resting on Danny’s chest eyes locking with his own. The brunette stared stunned, unable to hide the mind melting feelings that were ploughing through his veins. His heart was beating like a drum as he swallowed thickly and placed his flexing fingers on the blonde’s shoulders.

“We should save all this sexual tension for tonight!” Danny’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively, his eyes glazed ever so slightly.

The blonde’s features creased, eye brows sinking, “Eh…tonight!?”

“Yes…tonight!” Danny reiterated with a defiant nod and a soft smile.

The blonde’s eyebrows seemed to knot as he stepped back from the freckly northerner. “Yeah, Dan you’re going to have to be a bit more specific, what’s tonight?”

The brunette’s cheeks flushed a deep hue. “Oh, I forgot to say.” His hand covered his mouth a nervous giggle tumbling from his lips. Dougie smirked, watching the brunette, finding his ditzy ness so adorably cute.

Despite the soft, confusing looks the blonde was casting him Danny continued, head tilting. “Tonight were going to recreate our first date, ‘cos believe me there was plenty of sexual tension that night.”

Dougie flushed and laughed, “Really. So, are you going to tell me what our first date entails then?”

Danny shook his head, “Nah I want to keep you in suspense. You’ll see tonight,” grinning he swept forwards and pecked Dougie’s lips gently. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you to remember what we had Doug’s I just; I just want you to have fun!”

The blonde smiled and nodded his head, watching as the brunette slipped by him, stopping in the threshold. “I’ve got some organising to do. I expect you to be ready by 7pm, okay.”

Dougie saluted with a grin and a seductively murmured, “oh I’ll be ready! Believe me!” watching as the brunette disappeared towards the stairs. Exhaling the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, Dougie’s heart pounded rapidly as a dreamy smile formed over his lips. Was this it; was this his life finally falling back into place?

More Than a Memory Part 21

2007-06-18T19:39:54Z

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Poynter/Jones OTP <3 (Although this adds more Fludd)
Rating: [By Part] 15 probably
Part: 21/25
Summary: Can dreams really foretell the future?
Disclaimer: All untrue, an entire work of fiction
A/N: Thank you to everyone who commented last time.

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The echoed dip of water from the tap sounded throughout the silent bathroom. Tom’s chocolaty brown eyes were blown wide in shock, fingers clenched into a fist by his side, his chest rising and falling with each unlevelled breath he took. Cool, calm, and collective Tom was falling apart under Harry’s perturbed stares.

Harry, eyebrows crooked and disbelieving stepped backwards, murmuring a soft, “what did you just say?” under his breath.

Tom blinked, eyelashes softly fluttering across his paling cheeks. His head shook as he swallowed thickly, the words he’d uttered spinning through his mind. Yet he couldn’t actually bring himself to say them again. His whole body felt strange, clammy, disturbed from literal thinking. His stomach churned painfully, as he lurched forwards, pushing passed Harry and towards one of the toilet cubical.

Harry stood frozen to the spot not really knowing what to do. He was stunned beyond belief, he felt sick, his mind was spinning. His friend, level headed Tom Fletcher, had just confessed his undying love for him. He winced listening to the sounds of retching coming form the cubical at the far end of the room. His eyes followed the black and white floor tiles, glinting in the artificial light; his feet not moving from the spot. What was he supposed to say? What was his reaction supposed to be?

Tom’s body, sheened with sweat, shook. His fingers gripping onto the edge of the toilet seat as he coughed. He felt disgusted with himself for letting Harry find out. His pale skin felt like it was crawling, his head pounding, tears blurring his vision as the thought of Harry’s possible reaction swam through his mind. What if he hated him and couldn’t stand to look at him. What would happen if this one stupid slip of his tongue, a confession from his heart had effectively ruined their friendship as they had known it!

His tears fell thick and fast blotting his cheeks, head lifting, blonde locks knotted and hanging across his clammy features. He wiped his lips on the back of his hand and shakily got to his feet, flushing the toilet and standing with his back against the cool door. He felt numb, scared to open the door, scared to face Harry, scared of what the consequences of his actions could be!

His blonde haired head tilted, listening to the sound of footsteps gradually growing louder. Harry had finally willed his feet to comply with his bodily demands and was shuffling across the gleaming flooring. Part of him just wanted to forget what had been said, spare Tom the embarrassment and just pretend everything was ‘normal’ but the thoughts spinning through his mind, the words Tom had uttered were unmistakably not normal, he couldn’t just brush them under the carpet and pretend they hadn’t been said.

“T…T…Tom?” Harry’s usually so well rounded and distinct voice was shaky and broken as he came to a stop by the closed cubical. “You alright!”

Everything was silent for a few moments Harry’s stomach knotted uncomfortably. “Tom, talk to me!”

His head cocked, eyes focusing on the door as the lock clicked and a teary eyed and red-faced Tom appeared. Harry’s lips remained straight; he couldn’t even offer a reassuring smile, his whole body felt heavy, drained. Tom ignored the sinking feel that immersed his soul at the saddened look corrupting his friend’s features and stepped by him.

“Are you alright?” His cerulean gaze followed the blonde as he made his way towards the sinks.

Tom’s head nodded dismissing the question with a softly murmured, “peachy!” into the tension laced air.

Harry could see it was a lie almost straight away. He could tell from Tom’s body stance the way he held himself that he wasn’t. He followed feeling a bit like a spare part and watching as Tom leant over the sink, splashing his face with the cool water.

He could feel Harry’s eyes on him, the depths of alluring blue crawling across his embarrassed body. His head spun, perhaps from the alcohol, or maybe it was from the claustrophobic feel of the room he was trapped in with a man he that was disgusted with him he didn’t need words to know that. The look marring Harry’s features, the confusion and panic glinting within his mesmerising indigo orbs spoke volumes.

“W…w…when. H…h…how long have you been…” Harry paused seeming unable to continue. The four lettered ‘L’ words just wouldn’t fall from his lips. He’d never had anyone love him before and he refused to believe that Tom was the first person to be in love with him.

“Too long!” came Toms bitter reply voice quiet fading away as he hastily dried his skin with a paper towel. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I acted the way I did when you were with those women.”

Harry’s eyes widened tugging on the sleeve of the shirt he was wearing. He’d noticed. Of course he had, he’d just made jokes assumed Tom had been jealous. He had been, just not of the girls as he’d first expected. He didn’t remove his gaze from the blonde; he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. The reality seemed to hit him head on, shattering his senses, turning his stomach.

“This isn’t a crush is it? You actually love me!”

Tom nodded his head, his eyes which were normally shiny like polished wood now dull and filling with hot tears. Every part of him felt foolish, a cold tinkle of dread filling his stomach as for him too reality dawned.

“What have I done? Oh god. I’m so, so sorry!”

Harry’s head shook his gaze littered with the almost destructive edge of anger and confusion. “This is wrong. You cannot love me Tom!”

“Do you think this is what I want? I hate this. I hate feeling like I’m been pulled in three hundred different directions. I didn’t want to tell you, I don’t want to ruin what we had but I can’t hide the way you make me feel anymore. I don’t want to live under a constant rain cloud.”

Harry eyes seemed to darken, unsure of what to say. His body turned, head shaking as he paced back towards the door. “I can’t do this right now.”

“That’s it Harry walk away. Go back to those whores, ‘cos that’s all they are cheap tarts that just want you for what you are not who you are, not like me!!” Tom’s voice, for the first time since his delusional thoughts had come to light, was raised, his heart pounding the hateful words spilling from his lips as he glowered at the slender man who had paused by the door swinging back to face him.

“What else do you expect me to do Tom? What do you want from me?” Harry barked, features flushing with an unattractive hue.

The blonde just stared at him not sure what else to do. His head spun, his lip trembled, and his tears fell as he shrugged. What was he expecting from Harry? He knew he wasn’t going to admit he was in the same metaphoric boat. He knew Harry didn’t swing that way. He knew Harry was straight and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just put a kink in their friendship by confessing his feelings.

“I don’t know!” his words slipped easily from his lips, nothing more than a pathetic squeak as he swallowed back his tears. Harry’s head shook a cool hurtful laugh tumbling from his lips as his eyes narrowed, peering at him through sceptic blue orbs.

“That’s it Tom turn on the water works. Sad thing is tears won’t work this time. I can’t give you what you want. I just. I can’t!!” his body turned eyes ablaze with disgust, head bowed as he stepped back into the rowdy nightclub leaving Tom slouched against the sinks, feeling lost and vulnerable. Tears blotted his cheeks, eyes sore and puffy. His whole body was blanketed with the grubby touches of humiliation. How could he have been stupid enough to have let it get to this?

Harry inner defences may have crumbled long ago, but his outer stance remained strong as he sauntered towards the bar. It almost seemed like nothing had happened, that Tom hadn’t confessed to something Harry had difficulty understanding. Sure, he was fine with Danny and Dougie he didn’t really care what they got up too, but there was something about Tom wanting that with him that freaked him out a little. He wasn’t a homophobe by no means this was all just a little too close for comfort for his liking.

Ordering a drink he tried desperately to push the thoughts from his mind. Finger clasping around the glass containing his shot as the bar man placed it in front of him. His eyes scanned the crowds for a remedy, settling on the woman he had danced with early, before his life had been turned upside down. His body wanted to move, mind spinning as Tom’s words impaired his senses.

‘Whores; cheap tarts that just want you for what you are not who you are’

His head shook, trying to rid his mind of the words, of Toms features as he broke down. Finding movement and shuffling across the dance floor. His dalliance for the night hooked her olive skinned arms around his body, falling into his trap of lust-dusted lies, a more than a happy, and naïve participant in his game.

His eyes wandered through the crowds, over towards the bathrooms, unable to help wonder if Tom was right? Maybe these women were using him because of what his job was and not what he was. But it was a double sided coin, he was using them too and more importantly tonight so he could forget. This woman, who he didn’t know the name of, but whose lips were softly grazing his, was helping him to forget Tom’s confession, helping him to forget the words that seemed to have had a bigger impact than expected…even if it was only for tonight. He would eventually have to talk properly to Tom, confront those words, and listen to the love struck blonde. Like it or not.

They still had to work together, live together; they still had to be friends.

More Than a Memory Part 12

2007-04-27T21:34:45Z

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Poynter/Jones OTP <3
Rating: [By Part] PG-13
Part: 12/??
Summary: Can dreams really foretell the future?
Disclaimer: Bla don’t own anyone mentioned, nothing more than an entire work of fiction.
A/N: Two adds in a week that’s unsual for me. Comments are loved x

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Each sound was magnified by ten as he stepped towards the white room; it felt like something out of a fairytale, eternally spotless, bright, and airy. He held his breath in pained anticipation as he peeped through the little glass window in the door, his heart beating rapidly, blood pounding in his ears.

He may have been in there countless times before, holding Dougie’s hands, talking to him despite not gaining an answer, but this however, felt different to the brunette, this felt more foreign, more surreal. This time he wasn’t Dougie’s boyfriend and he couldn’t do any of the things he had taken for granted before.

Feeling a hand pressed into the small of his back, Danny swung round, eyes meeting Tom’s, his chocolaty gleaming gaze shadowed with a wisp of pure sadness. He didn’t say anything knowing the words uttered would have been lies, would have been worthless, another wasted breath.

Without wasting further time Danny shuffled forwards drawing the handle down and pushing the door open. He couldn’t hide the shiver that ran down his spine, or the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, sad eyes surveying the scene before him. Dougie’s mum was sat in the squish chair by the side of the bed, her eyes looking over her son’s fragile being. Danny’s perturbed and blown wide gaze roamed across the vision of unarguable perfection, despite the vicious bruises that still flawed his skin, the angry purple and blue standing out against his pale almost milky white skin, his chest rising and falling unaided, soft level breaths. The wires that had previously broken his skin, leading to that strange machine of flashing lights, missing, in-fact, the only thing that was still there was the cast on his arm, protecting and heeling his broken bones.

“He’s asleep.” Sam muttered, standing up, “Come sit down Danny love.” Gesturing towards the seat she’d just vacated, the brunette smiled weakly and shuffled forwards, hesitantly, footsteps faltering.

Sitting down his arms folded across his lap, not too sure where to put them. Normally, as if on instinct they’d grab hold of one of Dougie’s, his thumbs tracing small patterns over the cold skin below. But he couldn’t, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. Even if Dougie didn’t know who Danny was it didn’t stop the brunette caring, it didn’t stop him loving him. He couldn’t just turn his emotions off on the flick of a switch. He just wanted this all to be over, to be a horrid nightmare, something that was left in the past, yet it hadn’t really begun.

“We’ll leave you alone for a little while if you want?” Sam spoke softly, looking towards Danny. The question was rhetorical; he could tell by the look in her eyes and so didn’t bother to answer it. He just watched in silence as Tom and Harry both nodded, smiling weakly towards Danny, who turned away quickly in disgust. He didn’t see the need in smiling when there was nothing to be happy about. Dougie may have still been the same person; he was no different, except now he was surrounded by people who he had no knowledge of, but people who knew him exceptionally well.

Shifting his gaze back to Dougie, the sound of movement broke the sombre sterile air which was blanketing the room. Taking in the fragile form laid motionless, Danny’s eyes slowly moved across the body he longed to hold against his own. The cuts and bruises still marked the hansom and pale visage; the ghastly shades of red and vivid purple making the ache residing in Danny’s heart grow stronger, tearing through his body like lightening through the midnight sky.

He swallowed thickly voice box shifting. He’d do anything; give anything for this to be different. He would gladly trade places with Dougie if it meant he didn’t have to go through this torture. It was selfish, it was un-thoughtful, but he didn’t care, he was slowly dying on the inside.

He’d tried to keep his spirits up, pretend that he wasn’t scared of the inevitable out come, but he was, he was terrified. He felt betrayed Dougie was supposed to be alright, everyone kept telling him that he would be, but he wasn’t, was he? The silent torture, the ache of not been able to say anything, the thought of letting Dougie piece the puzzle together himself, unhurried, slowly making him fall apart inside. As soon as Dougie woke up Danny just wanted to hold him, kiss him, and tell him he loved him. But the thought of holding off, knowing it would be for the better if he did so, better for Dougie in the long run, stopped him.

Lifting his head, gazing around the room, intent on looking anywhere but at Dougie, the pain his broken visage made proving too much. The silence he had since found himself immersed in was soothing in a way, swaddling the room and his body in the calming folds.

The doctor had advised minimal confusion, but this was huge, the most daunting and confusing things those unlucky enough to experience it would go through in their lives. Dougie was nineteen and Danny knew this was going to be a thousand times harder for him than the people around him. How and more importantly where do you even begin trying to remember the people, faces, memories of how you go to where you are and who you are without causing confusion? It was near on impossible.

His gaze snapped back to Dougie, musings once again broken, a short breathless sigh leaving the lips of the peaceful blonde. Focusing his gaze a little more, Danny leant forwards, watching mesmerised as the younger mans eyelashes fluttered. The brunette’s heart beat quickening as he watched the awakening with baited breath, the familiar whoosh of blood pounding in his ears, palms sweating in anticipation. It was a mild moment of relief, but there was also part of him that ached to change it, that didn’t want this to happen at all, he wasn’t ready to face the grim reality just yet!

Dougie’s eyes slowly opened, wincing at the brightness, the mesmerising teal orbs washing over the brunettes still and domineering frame. Blinking, getting use to the unusual brightness, Dougie looked down, grimacing as he tried to sit up. To Danny, who was watching him with captivated anticipation, he seemed exactly the same person, apart from the light glaze filming his gaze.

“Its probably best you don’t, fractured ribs that’s why you’re finding it so painful.” Danny muttered, the blonde nodding, a vague look flickering across his stoned features, Danny continuing: “How are you feeling apart from that?”

Dougie shrugged, wincing once again, “Like I’ve just been run over, pretty ironic huh! That’s what happened right?” There was a small tint of apprehension corrupting his croaky voice, fingers picking at the cast on his arm, preoccupied. He seemed so vulnerable to the brunette watching him, so innocent, so child like with every inarticulate movement he made.

“Yeah unfortunately,” Danny muttered, smiling wryly. The atmosphere changed in the blink of an eye, the calm almost tranquil felt that had blanketed his body, now uprooted, the air cold and unforgiving. It felt like Dougie was a complete stranger, vacant, and empty. He wasn’t the same warm hearted boy Danny had known, his stomach lurching painfully at that thought.

Getting to his feet he hovered, unsure of what to do or say, finally seating himself at the foot of the bed. The blonde’s head tilted, watching him, eyes translucent, swirling with the confusion he was obviously feeling.

“I’m supposed to know who you are, aren’t I?”

The brunette’s eyes slipped closed, the words ripping at his skin, painful and ruthless words. He swallowed hard the lump forming in his throat making it near impossible to speak. The words he’d just muttered, so unknowingly, had just confirmed his worst fears; Dougie had no recollection, no knowledge of their relationship. To Danny the thought of him not knowing how close they really were, who he was, what his name was was unbearable. The blonde’s cobalt gaze fell level with Danny’s own, confusion sparking between the pair.

Nodding despite not knowing what to say Danny made a strange whimpered sound, tears begging to be set free, yet he stayed strong, kept them hidden for just a little bit longer. The last thing he wanted was to startle Dougie, arise questions he couldn’t answer.

“Yeah, yeah you do. I’m Danny, were, er, were mates.” It physically pained him to mutter those words, to say he was just a friend. Danny’s large shaking hands stayed clasped together in his lap, dull eyes resting on the blond, who flinched and looked down, obviously trying to recall knowing him.

The almost un-naturalism of it all put Danny on edge. He didn’t like how everything they’d known, done, felt, had gone so quickly, in the blink of an eye. He didn’t want Dougie to be so lost, so vulnerable, so shut out from the world, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Dougie was like this, like it or not, it was something he was going to have to accept, live with for the foreseeable future.

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember.” Danny croaked, figuring he should say something before the silence scared Dougie. “I’m sure you will eventually.”

Their gazes met and despite the continual windswept swirl of uncertainties, Danny still felt the buzz, the adrenalin rush only Dougie could give him, the blond having no idea. Danny knew what Tom felt like now, looking at Harry, wanting Harry but knowing he couldn’t have him, that he couldn’t do anything about the way he felt. Except Danny and Dougie’s situation was slightly different: Danny had had Dougie, Danny loved Dougie, still did, Dougie had loved him. Only now Danny was trapped in the middle of a waiting game, waiting for Dougie to come back to who he was before, for his memory to return, if it ever did, would, could, so the end could be called on this warped game of chance they were playing unwittingly.

Shaking his head Dougie winced at the sudden spasm of pain. “If you’re my friend I should remember you!” looking down, he swallowed hard, “I’m so pathetic.” He words were chocked in a whisper.

“No your not Doug’s, it’s hardly like you can help it. Try not to dwell on it, yeah. I’m sure once your memory returns it’ll all fit into place…”He paused, “I’ll fit into place.” The last part was muttered in a quiet whisper glazed eyes frosting over.

The blonds gaze seemed vacant, empty; he looked lost and alone, swept away in the under current of raw emotions. He didn’t seem at all convinced. “If my memory comes back, I’ve been told it might not, and then what do I do? How am I even meant to start working out who everyone is, and how I know them if I can’t put names to faces.”

Danny sigh lightly, he felt extremely guilty and terribly saddened for the blond. He wanted nothing more than to be able to hold him and shield him from the inevitable heartache he was currently experiencing. It physically tore the brunette apart to see Dougie so naïve, so lost and trapped within his own mind.

“Try not to think about it, concentrate on getting better, yeah. Times a great heeler and were all here to help you, me, Tom, Harry, your Mum, talk, ask questions, I’m sure one of us will be able to answer them.” Danny’s voice trailed away, vividly aware it was a bit of an influx of names for Dougie to talk in. tilting his head he rubbed at his temples, trying to ease the whirl of thoughts and what ifs as Dougie’s brow creased.

“Tom and Harry?”

“They’re your friends too. They’ve just gone to the canteen.” changing the subject with as much haste as possible, Danny sigh, not wanting to cause Dougie more confusion and over crowd his mind. Standing up slowly Danny paced towards the chair he had occupied previously a stilled silence hanging thickly in the air, an anguished whisper. A croak of Danny’s name broke the silent atmosphere; his head lifting, heart palpitating, hoping foolishly Dougie had remembered something. Ignoring the gentle flutter of nerves below his skin, he watched as Dougie’s hazy gaze crawled across his features.

“I don’t want to be a nuisance, but can you get me a glass of water please. It hurts to move.”

The brunette, whose hopes were crushed in an instance, nodded his head, forcing a smile, and ambled towards the little cabinet by the side of the bed where a see-through water jug was placed. Pouring the water into the plastic beaker he slowly lowered himself into the space beside his younger band mate, raising it to his lips, Dougie taking small assisted sips, smiling gratefully as Danny took the glass away. It was only a small, simple task, but to Danny it meant everything. He relished the thought of been that close to the blond, even if it was only for a few short, platonic seconds.

“Thank you!”

The words meant so very little to Danny he’d do anything for Dougie and he wouldn’t even have to ask. But to Dougie who was lost, alone, broken they were words that showed he had some recognition to the brunette, even if it were just in the platonic form of friendship. He had no idea the lengths Danny would go too to see him how he used to be, to protect him.

“I’m gonna go and find a nurse see if she can give you anything for the pain.” Danny smiled weakly and ambled towards the door just wanting to be alone for a little while, wanting to evaluate what was happening around him.

The airy corridors felt like they were closing in around him, the tears which had been held at bay for the entire duration he had been with Dougie, finally fell like a waterfall, rolling over his freckled cheeks with ease. His bottom lip trembled as he fell into a seat in the waiting room holding his head in his hands, shielding his identity form prying eyes, sobbing unashamedly. He didn’t move, he didn’t care if people could see, nothing mattered anymore.

The only time he did lift his head, flinching ever so slightly as he felt the oh-so-gentle touch, the heavy outline of a hand on his back, was when Tom sat down beside him. His eyes were rimmed red as he lifted his head meeting the blonde’s mud brown and calming gaze. Tom not saying a word, he didn’t offer any words of comfort or support, knowing it was pointless to try and help the brunette when the words uttered wouldn’t dent his saddened façade, wouldn’t make a difference to his worry riddled body.

Opening his arms accepting the brunette in a hug, Danny shook his head, wiping his tears away, feeling ashamed, but none the less allowing the blond to swath him within his warm arms, muttering a question nobody but the big guy could answer into the crook of Tom’s neck:

“Why’s this happening to us?”

More Than a Memory Part 11

2007-04-24T20:24:53Z

Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Pairing: Poynter/Jones OTP <3
Rating: [By Part] PG-13
Part: 11/??
Summary: Can dreams really foretell the future?
Disclaimer: Bla don’t own anyone mentioned, nothing more than an entire work of fiction.
A/N: Everyone that read last time, thank you.

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The hospital smell, the bright lights, the tranquil feel washed over Danny’s body, he felt almost zombie like, a prickly cool feeling shuddering along his spine, a sensation he’d gotten use to in the last few days. The trio made their way quietly down the corridors, and towards Dougie’s room, silence blanketing the air between them as they did so. There were no words that could be uttered; there was nothing to be said to make this less daunting for the normally down to earth brunette.

Stopping outside Dougie’s room, Danny’s hand pressed against the glass, the blinds still pulled closed, shrouding the room in mystery. He had many questions, each like a blizzard blowing through his mind, yet at the moment it didn’t seem like he’d be getting the answers anytime soon. He turned away from the window watching as Dougie’s Mum ambled bristly towards them, her face marred with darkened confusion and anxiety. Danny’s heart almost instantly dropping through his stomach, a cool feeling of dread filling his veins as he realised whatever was laying heavily on her mind was going to affect himself, Tom and Harry just as much!

As she got closer Danny realised her eyes were sore and red, she’d been crying. He swallowed thickly taking in every insignificant thing around him. He could see Tom’s lips moving as he talked. He could see Harry’s eyes shine with worry, yet he couldn’t hear the words muttered, he zoned out. The world around him muted.

Feeling the burning gaze on him Danny looked up suddenly snapped back to reality. The words suddenly sounded crystal clear throughout the calm air bringing an almost frantic surge of panic to his body.

“He can’t remember anything!”

His heart shattered as a cascading waterfall of numbness overtaking senses. Dougie’s Mum continuing, “He doesn’t know what McFly is let alone he’s part of it, and that he’s a bass player. He doesn’t remember you guys, he doesn’t remember…” her voice trailed away her gaze falling to Danny.

The brunette seemed stunned, his head shaking the torrent of tears finally breaking free, the boundaries broken. “No, no, no.” the repetitive shaken words were all that spilled from Danny’s lips, breath shortening, “He can’t! He has to remember!”

Tom’s arms wrapped around him, providing him with a much needed frame of support, hugging him close and into the contours of his body, warm and safe, even if only for a while.

“I’m his boyfriend he has to remember that were in a relationship, he just has too!” He trailed away, voice a pitiful croak imperfected by sobs. Tom’s grip tightened, Sam’s sad eyes meeting Danny’s freckled features contorting, tear trails marking his usually blemish free skin.

“I’m so sorry Danny, the neurologist went to see him, he told me that the only way for us to help him and try and retrieve some of his memories is to talk about the past, to tell him stories, but were not to go into details, were not to overload his mind and put pressure on him, confuse him more so. It’s probably best to take things slow and just try and jog his memory.”

“So basically that I’m not to tell him I’m his boyfriend?” The dark haired guitarist muttered, sniffing and swallowing hard. It was a stupid question to the brunette, one he never thought he’d have to ask, but it seemed he already knew the answer just by the look in Sam’s eyes.

“Danny that’s totally up to you; I just don’t want you to be disappointed if he doesn’t remember you. You can’t push him into remembering, put pressure on him because that’ll just make it worse. Danny, give him a few days yeah, before you say anything to him! You never know once he sees you he might subconsciously know who you are, know where you fit within his life.”

The brunette who was an emotional wreck, tears corrupting his stony features, eyes red and sore, simply nodded, solemnly. He suddenly felt very alone and lost, despite been surrounded by people, trapped within the warped and simple world.

Shrugging Tom’s touch from his body he pushed by him, taking off down the bright corridor in a desperate attempt to free his ensnared mind of that intolerable wave of aching tension, which was simmering below his skin like lava.

With compromised vision he rushed into the little garden just outside the main entrance of the hospital, a square of green tranquillity. Sitting down, the peaceful atmosphere washed through his mind, his feet swinging back and fourth as he closed his eyes, tears’ still dampening his dark eye lashes. His mind all the while thought over everything that had happened in the last few weeks, the dreams, the meaning behind them. There was more to this than just coincidence. This was the change that they had signified.

Pushing his hands into the pockets of the hoodie he was wearing, and that belonged to Harry, he sighed, breath creating wispy puffs in the cold atmosphere, eyes widening in surprise, fingers smoothing over the silky smooth packet of cigarettes. Exhaling deeply and with a nonchalant shrug and a murmur of incoherent babble he took one from their cardboard confines, lifting it to his lips with one fluid movement and gentle grace, sparking up.

He inhaled deeply, eyes closing slightly lost within the plumes of shadowed intoxication. There was something so calming about it. The smoke created a cocoon around his fatigued ridden features, dulling and diluting his alertness, calming his senses as he sat in silence, wordlessly tearing apart.

“You know every cigarette you have takes five minutes off your life!”

Shrugging his shoulders Danny sighed, head lifting, flicking the ash to the floor, watching as Harry stood in front of him. “A few less minutes of torture perhaps, and anyway they’re yours Mr. ‘I’ve given up’ so shouldn’t that be me saying it to you?”

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down picking the packet up and lighting one for himself. “Probably, but they are very hard to give up on. It’s hard to believe something so little can bring so much pleasure.”

“I bet girls think that all the time when they’re with you!” Danny chuckled at his own joke, taking another elongated drag and looking down; feeling extremely guilty for laughing, for trying to hide the inner torment that having his world, his security thrust from below him, had imprinted upon his body.

“Shut up!” The drummer retorted with a snort, pushing Danny playfully as he sat on the wall beside him. “I do very well thank you very much. I haven’t had any complaints so far!”

They lolled into a hushed silence, a fake sense of security blanketing them both through the wordless, unblemished air that surrounded them, sirens and the sounds of leaves rustling in the chilling breeze the only noise to perforate their ears. The silence, that was driving Harry to his tolerable limits, was eventually broken by the toned man himself, “So, you wanna talk?”

“What’s there to talk about? I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.” He paused, breathing out deeply. “It feels like part of me is missing, like I’ve lost a limb or something. It’s so stupid…”

“It’s not Danny; it’s not stupid at all. It’s totally understandable. Of course you’re going to feel like that!” Harry muttered, watching his friend, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out on the wall beside him, “It’ll get better, y’know.”

“It won’t.” Danny shook his head, “How’s it gonna get better if it’s not going to be the same again. Dougie doesn’t know who anyone is and you know what hurts the most, what’s killing me? I saw all this happening, maybe not exactly like this, but for weeks I had reoccurring dreams of Dougie getting hurt, dreams where he died.”

“Danny they were just dreams, a freakish coincidence they don’t mean anything.”

“No, you don’t understand Harry. He brought me a dream book. He told me, showed me that my dreams meant nothing, but the thing is they did and that tiny inkle of dread I had in my stomach was real. They told me something was going to change and it has this is the change it warned me of because nothings the same, no matter how you try to dress it up.”

“Oh Danny!” Harry breathed out quietly; suddenly realising just how messed up emotionally his friend was, his hands caressing the indents of his back, softly, slowly. “It will get better despite what you think!”

Danny shook his head, eyes closing tightly. “Dougie’s already dead, maybe not physically, but he isn’t going to be the Dougie I fell in love with is he? He’s not the same person we all know, or should I say knew, he isn’t going to come back to who he was. I’ve got nothing, I’ve not only lost my boyfriend, the person I love, but my best mate too, and I can’t even tell him what we had to try and get that back.”

Tears cascaded over his freckly cheeks, head turned away out of embarrassment, Harry watching his friend, dropping his cigarette butt and wrapping his toned arms around the broken brunette. He wasn’t sure what to say, he wasn’t totally sure any words uttered would be enough to calm the raging flurry of torment and anguish that was currently tearing up the freckly man’s mind.

“I wasn’t even here for him when he came round, I should have been! It should have been me he woke up too, me. Not that it’s going to make any difference now, I’m just a nobody.”

Harry’s body retracted slightly, slipping away from the brunette, the warmth from his touch gone, missing from the embrace. “You’re not Danny; you’re still his boyfriend. It might just take him a while to remember that!”

“Might and what if he doesn’t? There’s not real certainty.”

The silence spoke more than words ever could, Harry knew Danny was right. There were no certainties; Harry knew as well as Danny that Dougie may not remember anything from before the accident. However, he also knew that was just a worse case scenario.”

“Danny, he needs us to help him now more than ever, all of us!” There was something so profoundly unsettling by those words, each syllable hitting a chord somewhere deep inside of the upset guitarist, who just nodded slowly, knowing how right Harry was. But even Danny knew how terribly difficult been ‘just a friend’ to Dougie, when he had previously been so much more, could be!

“You should go and see him. The longer you leave it the more confusing it will be for him?!” Harry croaked, Danny nodding physically shaking pushing himself to his feet. Harry’s arms wrapping around his shoulders, embracing him softly, warmly, and manly, leading his back towards the hospital entrance, wordlessly.

The air around them was shrouded, the apprehension almost crushable, visibly swathing their bodies and contorting their features with the tints of angry panic. Danny’s mind spun, whirring thoughts crashing down upon him, squeezing his senses, making the continual churn of nerves increase tenfold, his breath hitching, making him feel like he was drowning, struggling to breath.

Danny wasn’t exactly sure seeing Dougie, talking to a man he use to be able to understand and know what he was thinking from just the look in his eyes – but who was now locked inside himself, an inner soul of torment trapped inside a body he once occupied, was something he wanted!


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