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Babysitter	By : enomi Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > McFly Views: 2499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of McFly. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Friday
- 1
"Double Quote" = Dialogue
'Single Quote' = Thoughts
~~~~ = Page Break

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“A babysitter?!” the hazy blond yelled out, “Mum, I’m sixteen, I think I’m old enough to not have a babysitter.”

Sam looked at her son’s pouting features. ‘Oh dear, a sixteen year old and still pouting like that,’ she thought and smiled to herself. “Dougie,” she began, “I’m sorry dear, but this business meeting will have me gone until Sunday. I don’t think I can handle it knowing you would be alone for two days.”

“So you don’t trust me” Dougie states rather than questions, his bottom lip protruding out further. “Its not that I don’t trust you, dear, but I rather not be sitting in a conference room with important clients and constantly concerned about you. I really need to focus whilst I’m there” Sam moves her son’s blond locks away from his eyes then places her hand on his cheek. “Please Dougie, do this for me.”

Looking up at his mother’s pleading eyes, Dougie nods once and crosses his arms over his chest. “Fine,” Dougie replies as his head turns away.

“Good,” his mother beams, turning back to her briefcase.

Dougie dejectedly walks into the living room, falling onto the sofa to watch the telly.

As she continues to file folders and papers into her briefcase the door bell rings. Sam walks over to answer the door while Dougie was still in the living room.

Dougie sat there wondering what this babysitter would be like. ‘Hope it’s not someone too old, or strict. GOD, why do I even need a babysitter?’

Dougie’s reverie was broken by the sound of his mother opening the door.

“Well, hello there Danny, how are you?”

‘Danny?’ Dougie’s brow furrowed.

“Good day, Mrs. Poynter, I’m fine thank you.”

At the sound of the rich Bolton voice, Dougie gets up from his seat and sprints to the hallway to stare towards the door where a smiling brunette stood. ‘Danny Jones is my babysitter?!,’ Dougie mentally screamed.

“Mum!” the blond exclaimed “This is my babysitter?!”

“Yes dear,” she responded, “he’s here to look after you.”

“Look after me?! He is like, only a year older then I am.”

Dougie had an accusing finger pointed towards a flustered Danny standing at the door.

“Dougie dear, you promised me you would be alright with having a babysitter.”

“I never promised anything”

“Okay, but you agreed”

Dougie pouted and crossed his arms.

The sound of a car horn came from outside which caused Sam to look passed Danny at the waiting taxi.

“Taxi’s here, I have to go.” She walks over to Dougie to kiss his cheek. “Dougie dear, please just tolerate this for the next two days” Dougie reluctantly nodded, and then she turns to Danny. “Danny, emergency numbers are on the fridge door, some money is on the kitchen counter so you two can order out, and you can go and sleep in the guest room. Oh, and tell your mum hi for me and thank her as well for letting you stay here to look after Dougie.” She smiles at Danny who simply nods and smiles back. Picking up her suitcase and luggage, she then turns back to Dougie to kiss him one last time on the cheek before leaving out the door and into the taxi. She waves her last goodbye to the two teens and the taxi drives off.

After closing the door, Dougie turn towards the brunette. Danny stood there with dark denim jeans, and a loose white hoodie with small traces of a red tee shirt peeking out of the edges. A pack which probably held his belongings needed for his two night stay was slung over his back and in his right hand he clutched the handle of a guitar case. His straightened dark brown hair fell over his cool blue eyes and his usually pale freckled cheeks had a light dusting of pink on them.

‘Why is he blushing so much?’ Dougie puffs out his cheeks trying his best at a disgruntled look but then looks back to Danny, ‘It makes him look cute though.’ Shaking the thoughts from his mind he strides pass Danny back towards the living room to continue watching cartoons.

It wasn’t a secret that Dougie was gay. The school that Dougie and Danny attend knows of the small blonde’s sexuality. When he first came out, the populace of the school started to distance themselves from the blond. But soon, almost all the fit girls wanted to be his friend. The thought of being a flame dame was an appealing thought to the girls, or at least, that’s what Dougie speculates. Soon enough, the boys at the school, after setting aside their hesitation, would look to Dougie for advice and information on his female entourage in hopes of eventual attraction.

Dougie helped in budding relationships and he would later have the growing reputation of being the school’s own walking dating service, a Cupid, if you will, and his sexuality was accepted by most of his peers. Yes there were still those few that would make fun of him or be cruel to him, but he would tell his girlfriends of these acts against him. And seeing how they were overly protective of Dougie, they would send out their boyfriends, boyfriends who were eternally grateful for Dougie's aid in their relationships.

The following day, the accused bully would come to Dougie, bruised and battered and begging for forgiveness. To say the least, Dougie was quite happy that his coming out resulted rather well.

After standing there for a few more seconds, Danny headed towards the direction Dougie went. He finds Dougie sitting cross legged on the sofa, his eyes glued on the screen in front, and in his clutches was an over stuffed pillow. He wore three quarter lengths and white tee. Danny thought he looked childish and the outburst earlier with his Mum affirmed that thought.

‘It’s really quite adorable though, especially when he pouts, how cute.’ Danny furrowed his brow at the thought.

‘Calm down now Danny.’ Taking a deep breath in, Danny made his way to the other side of the sofa that the younger teen sat on.

Danny Jones. He was the school’s rising football star. He holds the school record for most goals in a single game and he brought the school to the championships last year at the age of sixteen. An injury early in the game caused the brunette to sit out the rest of the game resulting in their loss. Danny hasn’t really recovered from the injury and the school was screaming bloody murder to the one that caused it almost resulting in a riot. But although Danny was depressed that he may not be able to play football properly, he turned to his guitar. Danny now sees that the injury was more of a blessing, enabling him to now strive for his long time goal for a music career.

Unlike Dougie, Danny’s sexuality was more exclusive to only himself, his sister, his mum, and two of his best mates, Tom and Harry. Tom and Harry both goes to a sixth form not too far from here. They share the same goal of having a music career and more so, they all play together as a band.

Danny knew he was different when some of the fittest girls would practically throw their bosoms at his face and it wouldn’t have the slightest affect on him. Not until the first time he took showers with the team last year that he would catch himself staring at certain anatomy of his teammates. Soon after, he would stay out on the football field after practice was over to work on his kicks, but really he just wanted to have the showers to himself and save him from any embarrassment. Both Tom and Harry were open-minded about Danny’s attraction to the same sex, and in turn, it relieved Danny to no end.

The elder teen awkwardly stood next to the sofa with all of his belongings.

“Um, Dougie?” he began but only to be met with clear azure eyes.

He was entranced by those eyes. It stared back into Danny’s own as if gazing straight into Danny’s soul. The innocent twinkle that sparkled in them gave the impression that it was a sin to look into them for so long, and with the not so clean thoughts running through Danny’s mind, it probably was.

“What?” Dougie answered waving his hand in front of the dazed freckled face.

“Erm… mind telling me where I can lay my stuff down?”

Dougie breathed out heavily, feigning reluctance. “Follow me then.”

Despite Dougie’s acted unwillingness, Danny’s hesitation was not a façade.

‘He really doesn’t want me here.’ Danny sighs, following the blond up the stairs. Although feeling a bit disheartened Danny’s eyes slowly wandered down to Dougie’s bum, admiring the way it was swaying back and forth as he walks.

After reaching their destination, Dougie spins on his heels catching Danny’s down cast eyes before it snapped back up to his, the brunette once again blushing.

“Has something caught your eye?” Dougie asks with a shy smile

“I… erm… I was, well… your carpet is… umm…” stuttered the elder teen but Dougie interrupted, opening the door in front of him, “Never mind, this is your room. I guess you can settle in since you’ll be here for a while.”

“Umm… y-ya, thanks.” And Dougie headed back downstairs.

Danny tore his eyes from the blonde’s retreating back. ‘shit, he noticed.’ He walked into the room and sat at the edge of the soft bed. ‘I can’t believe I lost my composure like that.’

Like everyone on campus, Danny knew of Dougie’s sexuality. To be honest, it seemed that Dougie was the only openly gay student at the school, and upon discovering his own parallel sexuality, Danny began admiring the younger blond from afar. Dougie probably doesn’t have the slightest idea how attractive he is, but Danny surely noticed. What’s not to like about the teen? Straightened hazy blond hair that’s unkempt in the back with a fringe cut in the front that falls over eyes of the clearest blue, a pigment so blue that even the sky and oceans would be envious of. The slightly tanned complexion pulled over his small frame making the younger teen look so fragile that one would not hesitate to want to protect him.

Danny lets out a long breath, staring at his fidgeting fingers in his lap, his unrest due to the thoughts of the boy that was probably in his previous spot on the sofa downstairs.

‘I need to get my mind off…. things,’ he sighed.

‘Rather more like get my mind off someone.’ His mind corrects.

The brunette diverts his gaze to the black leather bound case of his guitar, picking it up and opening it. Grasping the neck of his acoustic and a plectrum from one of the compartments, he brings the two at the ready.

He slowly shuts his lids for a moment, and then opening them, his eyes glazed over and he began to play. His fingers gliding across the neck of the guitar pressing against the correct frets, his right hand with a plectrum grasped firmly between fingers moved rhythmically up and down the strings. Nimble fingers causing the chords to emit from his instrument, and than he takes in a breath...

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Downstairs Dougie was on the sofa, the images on the television ignored and forgotten. He sat there with thoughts of his own, particularly, thoughts of Danny. ‘Does he fancy me?’ he mentally asks himself. The blond contemplated upon the question. ‘He never showed any signs that he could be gay.’ Dougie sighed.

Similarly, the young blond has been admiring the freckled youth on campus. His injury last year was a known fact among the students, but it still wouldn’t stop the Bolton boy from getting back on the field to play with former teammates or act as an assistant coach. Dougie remembered that when ever the brunette would falter on the field most likely due to his injury, he would wave off his friends that come and try to aid him, the biggest smile on his face as he gets back on his feet.

‘He’s strong.’ And Dougie wasn’t referring to his physique, although his physique was just as impressive.

On one particular afternoon when Dougie accompanied some of the girls of his entourage whose boyfriends were part of the football team, Dougie’s eyes fell upon the shirtless form of Danny Jones. One can only describe the sight as a living, breathing Adonis, sweaty from recent activity on the pitch. Danny stood on the sidelines drinking from a water bottle. Dougie remembered observing the muscles twisting and coiling under pale freckled skin. His head held back as he lifts the bottle to his lips, some of the clear liquid escaping to travel down his sculpted jaw, over his sun flustered neck, onto his heaving exhausted chest, and running through the dips and crevices of his abs, to ultimately get absorbed into the fabric of his boxers showing just above his gym shorts.

He recalled when that bottled strayed away from his mouth and over his head, the water cascading over his straightened chocolate colored hair and dripping off the ends of it. He looked on, mouth dry at the sight.

The girls poked and teased Dougie for his all too obvious stares at the brunette, the cacophony of giggles on the bleachers causing said brunette to look up and into the clear blue eyes of Dougie.

The steely blue, and almost, cold eyes of the boy from Bolton almost making the blond waver in his gaze, but the smile that formed on Danny’s lips made that previous cold expression debatable, instead making the brunette looking sweet and friendly. Their eye contact broke seconds later as Danny was called back on the field to join in another kick around.

Dougie couldn’t help but clutch the pillow tighter as he remembers that day. ‘I really hope he does fancy me,’ Dougie smiled but taking notice of his growing excitement just below his waist. He buries his face into the pillow in his arms. “How embarrassing,” he softly whispers to himself, but his embarrassment was short lived as a melodic tune of a guitar started to filter into the living room.

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Dougie turned off the television and slowly made his way back upstairs, following the source of the sound. His final destination had him standing in front of the open door of the guest room. There sat on the edge of the bed was Danny, playing softly. His rich voice smoothly sang the lyrics to the unfamiliar song.

I don’t want to know your game
Let alone her name
No matter what, you say to me
We are not the same

Why do you, make me cry
Try to justify
Don’t right your wrongs, with my mistakes
Cause my head held high
And I don’t know why(*)

As the brunette continued with the chorus, the blond just watched in awe. The velvety voice of the elder entered Dougie’s ears, and it made him weak at the knees. His voice was so very beautiful that if heard, the sirens from Greek mythology would weep in shame knowing they could not contend. Dougie, after briefly admiring the deep silky voice, regained his composure to listen more closely to the song. Every note, riff and tone of the song gave off a triumphant and defiant feel, yet there was a sad undertone. Dougie could hear it, feel it, see it; in the wavering voice, the glazed eyes. This wasn’t just a song written for kicks. Emotion was integrated in every syllable, every lyric, and Dougie couldn’t stop to frown.

Dreams we have as kids all fade away

Now it’s not, the same

Danny follows through with the chorus a couple more times, followed by strong chords. Finally he finished by strumming several notes in quick succession only possible through Danny’s dexterous fingers, and then, it was silent.

Danny took in a shaky breath, his eyes clearing, and his mind returning from where it was. A light creak from behind caught Danny’s attention and he turned towards the door.

There stood Dougie, a shy small smile slowly appearing on his lips.

“Sorry,” Danny began, “did I disturb you?”

The younger teen shook his head, making his blond fringe sway slightly.

“No,” Dougie stepping forward into the room while Danny was putting away his guitar, “That’s a beautiful song”

Danny averts his gaze to his lap, a sheepish smile forming.

“Cheers” he whispers.

Dougie, finding his confidence, made his way to sit on the bed with Danny.

“Who wrote it?” he asked softly, gazing at the downcast profile of the brunette to his right.

“I did,” he paused, “Well, me and my sister, Vikki.”

“The lyrics sound like it’s meant to tell a certain someone. It’s kind of sad too.”

There was a long pause. It was as if Danny was debating whether to add on to the blonde’s comment, to reveal a little bit of his past.

‘Why am I even considering on telling him?’ Danny mentally asked himself, but finally deciding several seconds later, he slowly takes in a breath. Recalling one’s history is never an easy thing to do, especially if that history was an unhappy one.

“It’s a song we wrote for... our dad.” Danny’s cool blue eyes glaze over slightly, the smile slowly fading away.

“Hmm” was Dougie’s only reply. The younger teen wanted the brunette to continue, but Dougie didn’t want to rudely probe further. So he waited patiently for the elder teen to carry on.

“A while ago, back at my previous house in Bolton,” Danny shakily began, “my Mum found out that Dad was having an affair, and you know what Mum did?”

Dougie just shook his head as Danny's eyes lifted slightly to his.

“She didn’t do anything,” his head lowering again to gaze into his lap.

“Mum just ignored it,” he murmured softly.

Dougie just sat there. It appeared that the brunette was in serious need to talk this out, to get this off his chest before it’s able to fester. The blond knew that keeping in these sorts of things can lead to more complication. Dougie wanted to be there for the elder, to be that willing ear that would listen to what ever skeletons Danny wanted out of the closet.

“You see, my family isn’t very wealthy, and at first, Mum wouldn’t talk to Dad about his affair, mainly because Dad was the one that paid for almost everything; bills, food and the like. I mean, I understand why. Mum had two children to care for. But Mum didn’t realize that her broken heart broke mine and Vikki’s hearts too. We would hear Mum cry at night whilst dad was out with that cow.” Danny drew in an unsteady breath and continued.

“After Dad realized that Mum wouldn’t do anything, he would bring that cow over to the house. They would come home early in the morning, both pissed drunk, having Mum make them breakfast. I couldn’t take it anymore.” He paused again. “One night I started writing this song. Vikki would come in and help me with it, adding her own lyrics.”

Danny’s usually smooth and rich voice began to waver, his eyes shining with tears that wanted to fall, but Danny willing them not to.

Dougie couldn’t help but reach out and take the large freckled hand into his small ones, his thumb rubbing the skin under it, comforting the brunette and acting as that anchor to the present as Danny sails over the stormy waters of his turbulent memories.
“During a talent pageant at school, Vikki and I performed the song, Vikki playing backing guitar and backing vocals. Mum and Dad sat in the audience that night. When we finished, both me and Vikki were in tears, Mum was too and the seat next to her was empty. We never did see Dad again.”

The brunette shuts his eyes tightly, feeling ashamed that he is shedding tears for that bastard of a father.

“I don’t know why he would do such a thing to Mum. I don’t know why he would do that to me and Vikki. I don’t know why he didn’t feel any regret... I just...” he pauses, slowly opening his glistening eyes, “…don’t know why” he finally says, barely a whisper, knowing these questions would stay unanswered.

Danny’s breathing was shaky and the tears now freely falling from his eyes. Dougie unclasped their hands and instead bringing his arms around the broken boy, his hand reassuringly stroking through dark brown locks. Danny’s tears soaked into Dougie’s tee-shirt yet Danny didn’t cry out, he stayed silent, yet the tears still came… just tears.

“Danny,” Dougie whispered, “you truly are strong.” Danny wrapped his arms around Dougie’s small waist, finding the comfort he needed. He felt a weight has lifted off from him, dark clouds parting and letting in some light to shine on the turmoil of his conscience. He had just shared his troubling past to someone he only just officially met today, but that was okay. He felt it was okay. He took in the sweet scent of the blonde and exhaling slowly, content.

After a few minutes in each other’s arms, Danny regains his self-control.

“Arg,” Danny huffs out, his eyes still slightly red from his episode, “look at me, weeping like a fairy.”

Danny grudgingly pulls away, bowing his head down but looking at Dougie through the strands of dark hair hanging over his eyes. “Thanks mate” he whispers.

Dougie just shakes his head and smiles as if saying, don’t worry about it.

Dougie stands up from the bed and heads towards the door but turns to look at Danny.

“Come on then. Let’s get something to eat. I’m starved!” The young blond places a hand on his stomach, rubbing it in an animated way.

Danny just smiles at the young teen, grateful that he can change the mood in the room quite quickly with his unique mannerisms.

The brunette stands to follow the blond, raising his eyebrows questioningly, “Chinese then?”

Dougie nods to him, “I’ll get the phone.”

~~~~~~~~

After placing the order by phone, both teens found the time to take a shower, not together mind you.

After they were freshened up, they readied the table just in time for the food to arrive. As they ate they just talked about anything; school, gossip, and more comfortably, the past. They now stood side by side in front of the sink washing the dishes.

“Mum, Vikki and I moved down here with my Aunt Beverly, my Mum’s younger sister, about two years ago. Since then, Mum now works at a small hair salon. Money is still an issue, but through some of the customers, Mum finds me and Vikki odd jobs here and there just to help us get by. Your Mum is actually a regular customer at the salon, that’s how our mums met, and I guess that’s how I’m here now.”

"So that’s why Mum comes back looking rubbish. She should find a new salon." Dougie giggles as Danny playfully pushes a shoulder to him.

"Come off" Danny's says with a giggle of his own.

In the process of drying the last plate with a cloth, Danny looks up at the clock on the wall.

“It’s getting late, Dougie. I think its time for you to get to bed.”

Dougie turns his head towards the dark haired boy, a look of disbelief gracing his features.

Clicking his tongue, “Just because you’re my babysitter, it doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do. You’re only just a year older then I am.” Dougie replayed his much earlier statement defiantly.

Danny was puffing out his chest, authority laced in his voice, “Well, your mum did put me in charge.”

A mischievous smirk was plastered on the blonde’s face. “Well, you know what I think of that?”

Before Danny could question further, a stream of water sprayed out of the sink hose, soaking Danny’s red tee shirt. The older teen’s body recoiled into itself due to the shock of the assault and the cold temperature of the water.

The blond had already made his escape out of the kitchen, his maniacal laughter filling the house.

“You little… DOUGIE!” Danny yelled out and beginning his pursuit.

Danny found the smaller teen in the living room laughing loudly.

“I’m gonna get you back for that” Danny yells out with a smile on his lips and determination etched on his face. Dougie giggled in response to Danny’s declaration.

After a running around the sofa a couple of times, the brown haired teen caught up to the blond prankster, wrapping his arms around the small waist, his soaking wet front pressing against the thin white tee of the younger teen’s back.

“Cold! Cold! Dan, alright! I give up!”

They both laugh, Danny unclasping his arms.

Still giggling to himself, Danny began pulling his shirt off. “God that’s freezing, I need to dry up.”

After the shirt was off his torso, Danny looked back over to Dougie whose laughing seemed to have died down. The sight of Dougie just stood there blushing, his eyes scanning over Danny’s exposed chest. “Ahem.”

Dougie snaps out of his daze to look up at Danny, his tan cheeks turning an even darker shade of red.

“Sorry” The younger teen whispered, “didn’t mean to stare.”

The brunette noticed Dougie’s gaze falling to his feet embarrassed. Danny, smirking slightly, just slowly made his way towards the younger teen.

Danny slowly strode over, gravitating to the lithe form of the young blond, lifting his right hand to the tanned but flustered cheek, raising the blonde’s gaze up to meet his eyes. Danny’s left hand slowly wrapping around the small wrist of the younger teen, and then raising it so Dougie’s palm was flat against Danny’s bare chest.

Their awkward beginnings of distant observation, growing admiration and secret attraction, the uncanny comfort and connection with one another upstairs in the guest room earlier this day, it was all to lead to this inevitable crescendo of emotion and curiosity for one another.

Dougie’s eyelids slowly slid shut as the brunette led Dougie’s hand to smooth over the taut freckled skin. The blond licking his drying lips quickly and then placing his bottom one between his teeth, cheeks still flustered, and breathing shaky.

Danny found the look on Dougie’s face irresistible and he leaned down to those anxious lips, ready to attach his own to them.

Were they scared? Hell yeah they were. This was an unexpected turn of events and questions weighed down on their moral and conscience.

Should we do this?

Should we wait?

Are we moving too fast?

Each question bounced through their minds, doubt in its wake. Then, their lips brush against another, and all that doubt, hesitation, and uncertainty seemed to ebb away, Dougie’s clear blue eyes flying open at the soft contact, meeting with Danny’s steely blue eyes, only to slowly close again, as if the brief visual was just so the blond can gain a slight affirmation that this wasn’t a dream.

Danny moved his lips slowly against Dougie’s, thrilled to find the younger teen kissing back after only a few seconds, and just as slowly, tender and sweet.

Building enough confidence, Danny opens his mouth a little wider, his tongue darting out to trace over Dougie’s bottom lip, as if asking if it was alright to go the next step.

Dougie couldn’t refuse the request, so he opened his mouth to the probing wet muscle.

Danny moved in without hesitation, exploring the new territory offered, finally trying to coax the younger teen’s tongue to join his in a sensual dance.

The two slippery appendages meet, making time stop for that split second, and then continuing again as the two tongues started swirling together with an unsurpassed craving to get more familiar.

As the battle within their mouths continued, the spark of desire began to grow into a raging fire. The blonde’s hand, now having a will of its own, was caressing the skin below it, thumbing at the now perked nipple of the elder teen, causing a deep moan to escape from the brunette only to be swallowed into Dougie’s mouth.

Danny placed his large hands on the hips of the younger, pulling him closer and squashing out the air between their bodies. The constraining space between them causes Dougie to remove his exploring hand and instead wrapping his arms around the elder teen’s neck, his hand digging into brown locks, fingers massaging the elder’s scalp almost painfully, heads clashing impossibly closer.

This experience was so erotic and intimate and the need for more was manipulating their actions. Danny reluctantly pulls back a little, never once disconnecting their lips, his large hands running under the thin cloth of the blonde’s shirt, lifting it ever so slowly up. Danny’s hands, leaving a trail of goose bumps on the heated flesh as his slightly calloused fingers trekked higher and higher, exposing more of Dougie’s tanned torso.

After a brief disengagement of their lips, the plain white tee was discarded, the offending garment thrown into some unknown corner of the living room. Danny stepped back a little, one hand on a tanned shoulder, the other just under Dougie’s armpit. It was his turn for admiration.

There stood the blond, clear blue eyes half hidden by lazy lids. His lips, slick and glistening, were swollen from their kissing, trembling and anxious for more attention.

Danny’s gaze lowers, eyes scanning Dougie’s slight, almost feminine form. His slightly darker tanned skin pulled over toned smooth muscles, shuddering from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Dougie held on to Danny’s arms fighting to keep his body up, weakened by the bombardment of immense bliss.

"Beautiful" Danny murmurs under his breath.

Hoping to banish the air between their bodies, the brunette pulls the younger teen into him, unable to hold back from the sight in front of him, and once again their lips connected. Their flesh crash together and a moan leave the throats of both boys. The feel of Dougie’s warm skin against his own was making Danny lightheaded, dizzy from the intimacy shared between him and the younger.

Similarly, the wave of need was rising exponentially within the blond. Rational was a fleeting thought in this torrent of want and need. Dougie steps forward, pushing the brunette towards the sofa.

As the back of Danny’s legs hit the sofa, the brunette slowly lowers himself on it.

Dougie wasted no time straddling the elder teen’s lap, tanned arms wrapping around a freckled neck, pushing his hips down. Danny could only shudder from the stimulation, Dougie in turn throwing his head back, moaning into the thick stifling air as their hardened erections get acquainted with each other, both inhaling much needed oxygen to keep from passing out.

Their minds were swirling, inebriated from the unimaginable pleasure they both were experiencing, Danny’s hips pushing up, Dougie’s pushing down, both gyrating in rising ecstasy.

Danny leans forward, his lips attaching to Dougie’s neck, trailing his tongue against the vain hidden under the smooth soft skin. Danny’s assault of licks, nips, bites and sucks making the blond pant out unsteadily, his attacker name breathlessly slipping from his lips every now and again. In his daze, Dougie could only tilt his head further, allowing the brunette better access.

The sound of his name being breathlessly recited by the blond, like a mantra of coming satisfaction, was making the brunette’s libido that much stronger. His hand smoothing over Dougie’s shoulder blades, lowering ever so slowly, spread fingers caressing over the many bumps of the blonde’s spine, and lowering still, with raising confidence, under the textile of Dougie’s boxers, finally resting on the smooth skin of Dougie’s bum and lightly squeezing at the mounds of flesh.

Dougie’s body convulsing as those hands pulled him closer onto the brunette below, their lower regions grinding together and giving both boys a shock of much needed friction.

“Danny” Dougie groans out, Danny feeling the vibrations with his lips, which was in the process of marking the neck it was attached to, the brunette already possessive towards this boy, but…

“Stop”

Steely blue eyes open slowly, some what snapping out of his daze; Danny stops his actions, head bowing, and composure gradually returning. ‘Oh god, I took this too far. I’m such a pervert.’

“I’m sorry, Dougs. I didn’t mean to come on to you so quickly. I know I was too forward. I didn’t...”

Dougie silences the rambling brunette with a searing kiss and another grind of his hips.

“No,” he began after breaking from the kiss, bowing his head down so their foreheads were touching. “Let’s go upstairs, yah?”

Danny can only smile seductively back at the blond, nodding his head. Dougie shot back his own shy smile as he reluctantly lifts up from Danny’s lap, taking a large freckled hand into his own and hastily leading the brunette up the stairs and into his room.

Once the door was closed, Dougie turns towards the elder teen, arms quickly wrapping around his neck and clashing his lips onto Danny’s in a desperate and hungry kiss. No longer were the kisses tender, no longer were they sweet. All that was left was this untamed impulse of sheer desire and rage of newly tapped teenage hormones.

As if their roles have reversed, this time it was Danny leading the blond back towards the waiting bed. Danny could only groan as small hands, trembling with anticipation and adrenaline, snake between his and Dougie’s bodies, fingers finding the clasps of the brunette’s belt, skillfully unlatching it and pulling the strip of leather from the loops of the denim jeans.

After the belt was dropped to the floor, hands returned, this time on the button and zip of Danny’s trousers, nimble fingers undoing them quickly, gravity aiding the blond as the jeans slide down to pool at Danny’s ankles.

Danny removed his lips from Dougie’s, only to reattach them to the flustered neck, continuing his work that he started downstairs before their migration here.

Danny’s talented mouth and tongue worked at a vain in the neck, successfully distracting the moaning blond, oblivious to the large hands covertly undoing the binds of the three quarter lengths which ultimately falls to the ground.

Danny takes a few steps forward, getting a little bit closer to the bed, both stepping out of their newly discarded garments. The elder teen tilts his head away but still keeping his and the blonde’s foreheads together; Danny’s eyes stared at Dougie’s through a forest of brown and blond. Steely eyes deeply looking into clear blues, a teasing smile forming between freckled cheeks. Dougie was trying to lean in to kiss those smirking lips, but the elder was pulling back just before they connect.

The blonde grunted and scowled, frustrated at the evasive lips. “Stop teasing, Dan.”

A chuckle coming deep from Danny’s throat, “I don’t want you too distracted, for what I’m about to do.”

“You have my full attention, Dan, but what it is exactly are you gonn…” Dougie’s breathe hitches as he felt fingers ghosting around the rim of his boxers, thumbs hooking onto them and slowly moving downward. The blond was trembling, nervous and anxious, as more of him was being uncovered.

The brunette keeps his head on Dougie’s, his gaze holding. He stared into the flustered face of the younger, studying the facial features twist and skew as his large hands descend. Hands, with boxers in tow, were passing tanned hips, and then warm thighs. Dougie, sensing the inevitable, began to close his eyes.

“Keep them open. Look at me.” A husky voice whispers, Dougie acting in accordance with the soft command stares back.

Their faces only centimeters apart, breathe mingling and mixing. Finally the thin cotton garment falls to ankles.

The blond watches on as Danny smiles wide and sexily, with a hint of mischief, large hands moving around to spread over the globes of Dougie’s bum and squeezing lightly.
Suddenly, Danny pulls in the blond abruptly, their bodies crashing with immense pressure. Their lower regions colliding with each other, their erections meeting violently, the thin material of Danny’s boxers was their only barrier from full skin to skin contact.

Dougie’s eyes grew wider; his mouth opening and ready to scream out, but Danny quickly swoops down and covers it with his own, swallowing the cries of pleasure, slim tanned arms wrapping tighter around the brunette’s neck.

Danny pushes his hips into the blonde’s, hands squeezing and pulling, trying to get unimaginably closer, and the brunette couldn’t stop his own moan from escaping into Dougie’s mouth. Danny didn’t know what his actions would result in, but he was glad he did it. This was so erotic, so hot and intimate, and they haven’t even reached the bed yet.

Danny pushes onward, finally at the edge of the bed. The elder pulls away from Dougie’s lips. Both boys breathed greedily for air after the separation. Danny pushes the blond lightly making the blond slowly fall on top of the mattress.

Danny’s hungry eyes roamed over the body splayed out in front of him in all its glory, the blonde’s lazy state due to an overload in senses. His head tilted back, blond hair spread over his half lidded eyes and flustered cheeks. The brunette gazed over slim arms open wide and lying sluggishly, then eyes following those arms to a heaving chest, glistening with perspiration, gaze staying for a while on erect nipples. The state of those nipples was egging the elder to aim his sights lower, over smooth toned abs, and lower still, past his navel to a very light trail of brown hair, leading to a larger patch of short fine curls at the base of Dougie’s circumcised manhood, pulsing with anticipation. Danny’s gaze held on to that spot, licking his quickly drying lips.

Several seconds pass and Dougie was growing impatient. The blond lifted himself up on his elbows to look up at the elder teen. The freckled youth stood there, his eyes scanning the blonde’s nude frame, making the tanned boy’s blood pump into his cheeks, Dougie’s exposed state making him grow uncomfortable, his legs slightly closing in a futile attempt to cover up.

Danny sensed the younger teen’s discomfort, and he smiled down sympathetically.

‘Maybe we should even out the playing field.’ The brunette pondered.

“Doug,” Danny whispers, gaining the attention of the embarrassed blond, their eyes meeting.

Dougie watches on as Danny slowly leans in, lips next to his ear.

“Undress me.”

The words spoken huskily into Dougie’s ears made the blonde’s breath hitch. Danny stood back up, looking down at the blond, nodding once, giving Dougie the go ahead.

Dougie’s heart was pumping loud in his ears and his breath came uneven as shaky hands began to lift, his fingers rubbing against sweaty palms. Is this how Pandora felt before opening her box; curiosity, wonder, doubt, fear?

But unlike Pandora, Dougie was experiencing a number of other emotions; anticipation, desire, passion, need.

Dougie finally reached Danny’s boxers and began to lower them, uncovering more of Danny inch by inch; from smooth freckled skin, to a patch of short dark brown hair. This made the blond snicker to himself.

“I doubt this is the proper time to have a laugh, Dougs.” The freckled teen looks down at the blond quizzically.

Dougie giggles again, “You groom.” The brunette joined in with a rich laugh of his own.

“So do you,” Danny retorts, pointing towards Dougie’s crotch.

“Well, I am gay.” Dougie states matter-of-factly and smirking mockingly.

“So am I,” the elder chuckled, “plus, it’s such a turn on.”

“I can see that.” Dougie giggled and gestured to the tent in Danny’s boxers.

“Well, technically you haven’t just yet.” The Bolton boy smiled seductively, “So finish the job and undress me already.”

Dougie’s gaze returned to Danny’s boxers, his own smile on his face, his hands lifting the fabric away from Danny’s body and pulling it over his erection.

Dougie gasped, staring overwhelmed at Danny’s manhood, the shaft with a few veins branching from the base, head hooded slightly, precum beading at the tip. The tanned boy looked up, his bottom lip between his teeth, staring questioningly at the brunette. Danny nodded to the blond, receiving a cute smirk in return.

A more confident Dougie wrapped his small hand around Danny’s shaft, stroking down, pulling the skin back, the head fully revealed, only to bring it back up, thump gliding over the head, smearing the liquid over a glistening tip, and then stroking back down.

Dougie’s movements were slow and teasing, making Danny’s body tremble, a groan rumbling past his lips.

“Oh god, Dougs,” came the breathless words.

Danny’s head lolled back, the feeling of another touching him this way was making his mind go blank, leaving only pleasure.

Dougie experimented, his right hand on the elder’s flesh, a flick of his wrist, varying pressures and speeds; different methods of pleasuring the brunette causing new noises to emit from him, noises that made the blond grow even harder. Dougie’s left hand preoccupied with caressing the skin of Danny’s stomach, traveling lower to comb through fine hairs, then lower still down Danny’s hip and then venturing to glide over the milky pale skin of his inner thigh making the brunette knees buckle.

“Shit Doug. This feels so amazing,” moaned the brunette.

“Hmm… I must say, I’m a bit envious of you then,” the blond replied, his eyes looking into the elder’s face, hand still stroking. Danny gazed into Dougie’s clear blues, entranced and trapped by them.

Danny broke from the hypnotic gaze to lean down, capturing the younger boy’s lips, tongue delving into Dougie’s already open mouth. The Bolton boy placed his freckled hand against a tanned chest, pushing the younger teen onto the middle of the bed. Danny crawled over the small frame, mouths still connected, the two boys swallowing each other’s moans.

Dougie had his arms around the older teen’s neck, his legs spread out with Danny between them, his body still hovering above the younger as large hands moving from Dougie’s chest and caressing the tanned taut stomach below.

Once properly on the bed, Dougie’s hands ventured lower to smooth over a strong back as Danny’s own arms moving up and to either side of Dougie’s head, elbows down for more support as his body began to lower excruciatingly slow.

Dougie disengaged their kiss.

“Stop being...” Dougie began, his hands traveling from Danny’s lower back to his bum.
“...such a tease.” And with that, Dougie pulled the elder’s lower regions into him.

Dougie threw his head back against the pillow while Danny’s head fell into the crook of the now exposed neck, both yelling out in ecstasy as their erections finally meet without the barriers of fabric to deter them.

The pair of heated flesh connecting in search of needed friction, as the two gyrating bodies slid together in rising heat and lust.

“Fuck Danny. ahh,” the blond yelled out as Danny bit down on the younger teens neck in attempts to making a new mark next to the previous one, and then licking at the hurt afterwards.

Danny trailed lower to Dougie’s collar bone, tracing it with his tongue to the dip in the middle of a heaving chest; the younger teen mewled at the sensation. A large hand slid across, fingers grazing over a nipple in a circular motion, Danny’s mouth attaching itself to the other, his tongue smoothing over the nub.

The taste of younger teen was intoxicating and addicting. The saltiness of their sweat and a hint of another flavor, that can only be Dougie, urged the brunette to taste the blond in another way.

So lower still his mouth traveled, abandoning the erect nipple and over the smooth skin of the blonde’s abs. He dipped his tongue into Dougie’s navel, eliciting another moan from above, and then kissing down the light trail of hair just below it.

Danny’s mouth traveled around the light brown patch avoiding Dougie’s shaft to kiss at a thigh that was still tanned but lighter in complexion than the rest of his body, his hand caressing up and down the other thigh.

“Danny... please...” The younger teen’s plea was lost in another moan, but Danny understanding it fully, his hand sliding away from the tanned leg to wrap around Dougie’s excitement, stroking it agonizingly slow.

Dougie was lost in the passion as the hand worked up and down his erection, the knot in his gut tightening more and more with every pull and stroke. His eyes were shut and his mouth agape; moans and gasps escaping.

“Oh my god, Danny, you are so ama-...” Before the blonde could finish his sentence warmth surrounded his manhood.

“Fuckin hell,” Dougie yelled out as his head dug into the mattress below, his back arching up and his hand grabbing at the covers as Danny’s wet and slick cavern stimulated Dougie’s shaft, freckled arms holding down the thrashing body.

Danny’s mouth worked skillfully at the throbbing erection, his tongue licking up the underside and to the tip, tracing at the slit, enjoying the slightly salty taste of Dougie’s precum, only to engulf the shaft, sucking hard on every up stroke.

“Shit Dan, you’re fucking amazing,” the younger teen finishing his earlier statement. Danny hummed a laugh at this, the vibrations making Dougie curse out again.

The elder’s left hand pumped at the base of the younger teen’s shaft, his right caressing up Dougie’s torso, as Danny’s head bobbed up and down on the tanned boy’s cock, slowly getting more and more of it inside his mouth.

The movements varied in speed and suction, and the brunette’s tongue was gliding over every vain and nerve of the shaft, making the blonde’s head shift from side to side.

Dougie’s climax was quickly approaching; his labored breathing being an indicator of that, but Danny pressed on with the conviction to bringing the younger teen below to completion.

No longer was the brunette restraining the thrusting body below, letting the shaft enter his mouth, and deep throating Dougie until his nose was buried in fine hair.

Danny constricting his throat slightly was the downfall of Dougie’s composure as his coiling stomach finally snapped, Dougie’s back arched as he clenched hard onto the sheets making his knuckles turn white as each pulse of his convulsing body expelled his seed into Danny’s waiting mouth.

The brunette pulled back a little, letting the younger teen’s sweet and slightly bitter and salty essence hit his palate, letting it linger for a while before swallowing it greedily, some of it escaping through the corners of his lips.

Dougie’s body fell back onto the mattress, his body finally subsiding from the intense orgasm as Danny was coming up to kiss at the spent boy’s lips. Dougie licked at the corners of Danny’s mouth, tasting himself before properly attaching himself to the freckled boy in a full on lazy kiss, his body shaking as Danny’s hand slowly stroked at the softening yet sensitized flesh.

Danny ground his hip into Dougie’s leg, the tanned boy feeling Danny’s stiff manhood against the skin of his thigh.

“Danny…” The sated blond began after breaking away from the kiss, “...sit back a bit.”

Danny complied, lifting off the younger teen to sit on his heel. Dougie in turn sat up, reaching over to the bed side table to open the top drawer.

Inside were an assortment of scented and flavored lubricants, oils, and other paraphernalia of the sexual nature. The tanned boy pulled out a tube with a cartoon strawberry on the front.

When Dougie turned back he was met with a quizzical look.

The younger teen could only smile sheepishly back.

“My friends have this weird obsession of me being gay and they have this fetish with the way two boys have... erm... well, you know?”

“Have sex.” The brunette finished with a disbelieving look on his face, but laughing a little after.

“Yah, and they read these stories on the internet but… well… they got me all this stuff for my birthday a while back ago, and… um… I don’t know...” Dougie had his bottom lip between his teeth, looking at Danny embarrassed.

“But what I do know is that… I, well, fancy you… loads.” The last word were spoken softly, eyes downcast.

Dougie took in a deep breath, looking back up into Danny’s eyes, “I’ve wanted you for a while, and quite badly really. I mean, I don’t sit on the bleachers to hang out with my friends, well I do, but also,” He paused, “I watch you.” Again his acknowledgment of the brunette came as a whisper. “But I’m a bit embarrassed cause what you just did to me was so amazing and well, this is kind of my first time, actually, it is my first time, and asides from my friends telling me about these stories, I’m not very experi-...”

“Shh Doug...” Danny said softly, interrupting the younger teen’s rant, reaching out to hold on to a restless hand.

“Your friends and I would get along quite well, despite those girls being obviously mental for buying you all this.” Danny gestured to the open drawer, “But I... um... I kind of read... stories on the internet too.” Danny laughing away his own embarrassment, “And also, this is my first time as well.”

The blond gazed up with a small smile, his clear eyes staring into Danny’s steely blues, a hopeful look on his face. “So, this means I’m your first?”

Danny released Dougie’s hand, lifting it to brush against the skin of Dougie’s tanned cheek, moving his head forward so their foreheads meet.

“Yah, and I guess I will be your first.” The brunette whispers before kissing him lightly, his other hand pushing the younger teen back onto the bed. Dougie’s semi-hard erection began to stiffen at the prospect of the coming event.

Danny laid his body on top of the younger teen, large hands tracing up tan sides as their kiss deepened. Danny ground down his hips, causing both to break their kiss and moan into the sex scented air.

The tube that was still in Dougie’s clutches was slowly taken away by one of the brunette’s freckled hand. The younger teen’s intention in retrieving the tube was not lost to Danny as he rolled the plastic cylinder in one of his hands. He knew what Dougie wanted, and his erection was throbbing with anticipation at the thought, but despite the urge of his libido, the brunette was a bit scared.

As if reading his mind, Dougie pulls back from their kiss, moving his arms and bringing them down, a hand on each of Danny’s freckled cheeks. Danny moved his other arm, elbow resting beside the blonde’s head for support. Their eyes meet and everything was clear to the older teen, silent communication passing between their gaze.

No turning back. They have long been past that point the moment the tanned boy brought Danny upstairs and into the sanctity of his room.

Both boys just stared, a smile on their faces. Dougie moved his left hand from Danny’s cheek, down to his strong broad shoulder. He paused for a moment, squeezing at the tense muscles there before lowering further down built arms. He took the tube from Danny’s grasp, setting it aside for now. Dougie then took hold of Danny’s wrist, the younger teen bringing it up to his lips, taking in two of the elder teen’s digits in his mouth.

Despite the younger teen’s so called inexperience, Danny couldn’t deny that Dougie was orally talented. The tanned boy’s velvety tongue worked teasingly, swirling around and between Danny’s fingers, engulfing it in warmth and covering it with his saliva. The brunette can only imagine Dougie’s mouth on another limb. And although he opted to save it for another time, the thought still made the brunette moan out.

Once properly coated, Dougie released Danny’s fingers. The brunette maneuvering his body, rolling off of the younger teen to lie beside him, yet still closely pressed against him. Danny trailed his fingers down the younger teen’s small frame and between Dougie’s legs which were spreading subconsciously. The brunette lightly traced at the puckered entrance, immense heat radiating from it. The blond tensed at the curious fingers.

This action did not go unnoticed by the elder. “Dougie, are you sure you want to do-...” Dougie interrupted the freckled youth with a kiss.

The tanned boy broke away with a breathless, “Yes.”

That was the confirmation the brunette needed. He began to kiss at the blond again as he slowly inserted one of his slick fingers pass the tight threshold.

Dougie groaned out, his mouth unmoving against the brunette’s lips. The blond shut his eyes tight, the corners of his lids creasing a bit.

The feeling was both uncomfortable and painful, the younger teen’s virgin hole not used to the sensation. Danny urged the blond to relax between kisses as he pushed his finger in farther, the muscles clenching around it, the heat almost burning.

Once knuckle deep, he stilled, letting the blond become accustomed to the sensation. When the blond began to kiss back again, Danny pulled out a little only to insert his other saliva slick finger.

A groan of both pain and pleasure escaped the blonde’s lips, his hips pushing down on the intrusion. Danny smiled into their kisses, relieved that the younger teen was already getting used to this. The brunette began probing the blond, pressing against the tightening walls.

As Danny continued to prepare Dougie, scissoring his fingers, rotating his wrist one way then the other, he pondered, ‘If any of those stories hold any truth to them, then once I find that-...”

A pleasured moan ripped through the air, the tanned body shuddered and twitched as it tried to force itself down hard on Danny’s fingers, the muscles trying to suck them in further.

“Found it” The elder whispered into Dougie’s ear, a soft sexy chuckle following it.

Dougie felt the hot breath tickling his ear, but the statement was drowned away by the overwhelming sensation he was feeling. The stimulation of Danny’s fingers sent a jolt of pleasure throughout the younger teen’s body, his erection going unbearably rigid.

“Oh, fuckin hell Danny” The blond cursed out as Danny continued to press his fingers against the patch of sensitive nerves, Dougie’s tanned body trembling at every probe and flick.

Tanned hands grabbed hold of chocolate brown hair, pulling Danny’s face in for a searing and lustful kiss. When they broke apart Dougie pressed his cheek against Danny’s.

“Danny,” The blond whispered, “Now, Danny, please. You’ve done loads to me already. Let me do the same for you, Danny.” A whimper finished his sentence as the fingers were pulled out of him slowly. The blond was already missing the feeling but wanting another part of Danny to take its place.

Danny raised his body; sitting on his heals between Dougie’s legs. He reached over for the tube but Dougie got to it first. The blond sat up slightly, clicking the cap of the tube open. As he poured some of the contents onto his hands, the aroma of strawberries began to fill and mix into the sweat scented air. Dougie rubbed his hands together, warming the slick but viscous liquid with the heat of his palms.

Danny’s breath was coming uneven as he watched small tanned hands reach out towards his manhood. The brunette held his head back, eyes rolling back as Dougie stroked him, coating his erection with the slick lubricant.

Once the task complete, Dougie fell back on the bed and scooted his body closer towards the freckled youth. Tanned legs wrapped around Danny’s hips, pulling him in, urging the brunette to continue.

Danny smiled down at Dougie, the younger teen nodding his head while gnawing on his bottom lip. Danny positioned himself at Dougie’s entrance, and then leaned down to kiss at the tanned boy’s lips.

“Just relax, Dougs, it will make it hurt less.” He cooed reassuringly.

“Okay,” the blond said while wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck, “Just... go slow.”

Danny stared into Dougie’s eyes and with a nod, he pushed in.

As Danny slowly entered, Dougie let out a strained groan. His head pushed back against the mattress, his mouth open wide.

Slim arms wrapped tighter around Danny, pulling his head into a tanned neck.

The younger teen choked out, “F*ck Danny.”

The brunette panicked. “Dougie, shit, am I hurting you? You want me to stop?”

“Danny” Dougie gasped out, “No, just keep going. I’m fine.”

As Danny pushed on, Dougie was gritting his teeth, and his eyes began to tear. Despite wanting Danny to continue, it didn’t change the fact that Danny’s girth felt like it was ripping the tanned boy in half.

“I’m sorry Dougie. Just relax baby, I promise it will feel good in a bit.” Danny kissed Dougie compassionately and then feeling the boy nod as he pressed his cheek against a tanned one.

Dougie closed his eyes, willing the pain away as Danny pressed on. The younger teen knew this was just temporary, that soon enough he would have the most amazing experience. And knowing that he would be sharing this experience with Danny eased the pain a bit.

Once the brunette was buried to the hilt, he paused, letting the blond adjust to his size. “Dougie,” the brunette whispered while looking at the blond in concern.

Dougie’s head was on its side. The once contorted face began to relax, his eyes beginning to slowly open. He turned his head towards the brunette and a slight smile formed on his lips. He breathed in deeply and sighed out loudly as the pain started to ebb away leaving only a low ache. The blond was grateful of Danny’s consideration.

“Thank you,” the blond whispered, “for being patient with me.” He finished his sentence with a light peck to Danny’s lips.

“I said I would go slowly,” Danny flashed the blond a bright smile, “for you, anything.” Dougie’s own smile grew a little wider

“Move Danny, you can move.” While saying this, Dougie began to push down onto Danny’s hips, making the brunette moan as he nodded to the blond.

Danny started at a slow pace, his thrusts shallow. Dougie’s virgin walls surrounded Danny’s manhood, the fit being snug. The sensation was overwhelming and it took all of Danny’s willpower, keeping him from just pounding into the blond mercilessly. The brunette didn’t just want to just take; he wanted the younger teen to share in the pleasure.

Danny picked up in pace as he started to hear the younger teen’s moans, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in. Danny was getting lost in the pleasure. Rich low groans escaped his lips with every thrust. The blond was also enraptured, kissing the brunette in between gasps.

The elder teen paused a little, sitting up onto his heels, still buried deep inside the blond. Danny reached down and lifted Dougie’s right leg onto his left shoulder, his left arm embracing it and holding the limb close to his chest. Danny turned his head towards the propped up leg, kissing the slightly tanned skin right beside Dougie’s knee, his other hand squeezing and massaging Dougie’s hip.

Danny pulled out slowly but quickly plunged back in. A pleasure filled scream ripped through the air, this new change in angle causing Danny’s thrust to hit the patch of nerves inside Dougie dead on.

At first the brunette hesitated, ‘Shit, did I hurt him?’

But the thought became fleeting as the elder teen observed the tanned boy’s agape mouth, clear blue eyes rolling back, and erection’s rigid pulsing.

“Fuckin hell Dan, ah, what are you doing? Don’t stop.” The elder teen’s hesitation causing the blond to plea out

Danny complied, starting again slowly. “No Danny, faster!”

The brunette picked up speed, his previous fluid push and pull becoming quick and unsteady. But like a marksman, the tip of Danny’s shaft plowed against the younger teen’s prostate causing Dougie to scream out. Dougie’s inner muscles embraced Danny’s erection, the sensation being the reason to Danny moaning, the tanned lag held close, using it like an anchor to steady himself from his erratic movements.

Sweat started to curl brunette locks then running down to drip off the tip of Danny’s nose, falling to splash against the skin of Dougie’s abs. Dougie’s own perspiration causing his hair to cling onto his forehead. One tanned hand held on to the pillow above his head for support, the other reaching down, taking hold of his own stiff shaft, pumping his hand up and down. After a few strokes, his hand was slapped away, the blond whimpering at the lost but later to moan out again as a freckled hand took its place.

Danny wanked the blond off in time to his thrusting; the sensation of being filled and wrapped up at the same time was overloading Dougie’s senses, his body bombarded with immense ecstasy. Each thrust; each stroke sent a ripple of pleasure to travel throughout his being; from the top of his blond head to the tips of his curling toes. The waves of his bliss all centering at the point of his and Danny’s coupling.

Danny was no better. Dougie’s warmth engulfed him with each thrust, burning him with the heat of lust and passion. He was lost in the pleasure as each plunge inside acted like a gust of wind, spreading that heat like wildfire throughout his freckled body.

The percussion of rubbing and slapping skin accompanied the symphony of moans, gasps, and obscenities emitting from the two boys. The sound of their love making filled the room, the scent of sex, sweat, and strawberries wafting through the stifling air, assaulting their nostrils.

Both Danny and Dougie were close, really close, teetering on the edge of their inevitable. But they held back from their release, if only just to save them for a few more seconds. But that’s all they really needed, just a few more seconds:

A few more seconds to continue their shared connection.

A few more seconds to continue their shared intimacy.

A few more seconds to continue their shared pleasure.

But then, those few seconds pass.

Dougie was the first to go, a hand grabbing at the edge of the bed, the other grasping on the pillow above his head, as his body arched and seizures into his climax.

“Oh god, Danny!” The blond yelled out. His rigid erection, with Danny’s freckled hand still wrapped around it, pulsed violently as his opaque seed erupted from the tip in an explosive orgasm. Each consecutive release of Dougie’s cum receded in distance, the initial shooting out to land on his neck, the latter ending in drips.

Danny followed suit shortly after, throwing his head back, calling out the blonde’s name as he released himself deep within the younger teen. Danny’s body trembled as he filled Dougie with his warm essence, the muscles around him clenched and unclenched, mercilessly stimulating Danny’s sensitized erection, milking the brunette of every drop.

With a final thrust and a satisfied moan, Danny fell on top of the blond, their bodies sated and boneless. The brunette moved himself to pull out of the blond.

“Wait” the blond whispered, “Not yet. Just a little longer”

Danny complied with a smile, leaving himself inside of the younger teen. He moved his head towards a tanned neck, licking at the heated skin, the taste of Dougie’s sweat and cum spread throughout his palette. Dougie just laid lazily, his arms rubbing up and down Danny’s freckled back, reveling in the brunette’s kisses and licks. To both boys, the moment of it all felt surreal.

After a few minutes, Danny pulled out of the blond, rolling off Dougie but lying right next to him on his back, both boys staring at the ceiling as their breath began to regulate. Danny turned his head towards the younger teen, finding the blond already staring at him. A smile formed on their faces.

“Are you okay?” The blond nodded to Danny’s whispered question then looked down at his soiled upper body.

“Ya, just a little sticky.” Danny laughed at the blonde’s reply, rolling over to peer over the edge of the bed. He finds a shirt out of many that littered the floor, picking it up and turning to Dougie to wipe his skin dry.

“That’s one of my favorite shirts.” The blond frowned.

“Then you shouldn’t just leave it on the floor like that.” Dougie pouted making Danny laugh.

“You’re so cute when you pout, Doug.” The brunette chuckled out as he wiped his own body of drying cum.

Danny lifted the covers of the bed. “I think now its time for you to get to bed, or rather, for us to get to bed” Danny flashed Dougie a bright smile.

Dougie smiled back and both he and Danny moved under the duvet. Once Danny was settled in, the blond maneuvered his body pressing himself against the elder teen. His blond head rested on Danny’s freckled chest, a tanned arm draping over the brunette’s stomach. The blond sighed out; his breath tickling Danny’s skin, his clear blue eyes hiding behind slowly closing lids.

“Danny?” the blond questioned softly.

“Yah?” Danny breathed out, his arms wrapping around Dougie’s shoulders, fingers comfortingly running through blond locks.

“I think...” Dougie paused to yawn, “...this will be a wonderful weekend.”

“Yah.” Danny pressed his lips softly against Dougie’s forehead, closing his own eyes.

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(*) This song is a song by McFly, title is Don't Know Why

Well... thats the first Chapter. Did i forget to mention... this fic takes place within the span of three days (and maybe a short epilogue chapter). So two (maybe three) chapters left.
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