Let Me Know He Cares - Fletcher/Jones - Chapter 5
Title: Let Me Know He Cares
Author: valquiris
Part: 5/?
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and sexual situations
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Genre: Romance
Summary: I have to know what he feels about me… Maybe then these thoughts would stop… He looked discreetly at Danny from the corners of his eyes, whose attention was fixed on the movie. Maybe if I pretend to fall asleep…
A/N: First of all, if you've noticed, I've changed the rating on this fic. Anyway... It was really hard to think about everything that happens in this chapter. I scrapped my initial idea completely and I found that I like this one way better.
Disclaimer: I do not own McFly in any way.
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4
The moment Tom had been looking forward to the whole day finally came when everyone shot up from their seats and escaped from the room, ready to start the weekend. Throughout all his classes, he tried not to think of Danny, but not thinking of him naturally made Tom think about him. He tried to drown them in thoughts of Giovanna instead.
He tried to remember the qualities that made him fall for her in the first place. Her hair was originally brown, lighter than Danny’s were, perfectly matching her eyes, which were the same shade, but she’d dyed it blonde a year into their relationship. When Tom said he didn’t like it, she immediately dyed it back to brown, albeit darker than it originally was. She had flawless skin, and Tom could remember one particular moment when they sat on his couch, her legs positioned comfortably on his thighs, watching a movie. The whole time he was caressing them lightly, running his hand back and forth along her tanned skin (they had just come from the beach), which she seemed to enjoy.
During his last class, when he thought he’d finally escaped this thoughts about Danny, the night before flashed in the back of his mind, where he caressed his cheek the same way he caressed Gio… He shook his head and doodled Giovanna all over his paper.
She had a warm smile, the kind smile that made him feel happy inside when he was having a bad day. Danny had a warm smile, too, but not the kind the she had. His was warmer and it did not only make Tom feel happy inside, but also outside. Whenever Danny smiled at him, he could never help but smile back.
He looked at the paper he was doodling on and sighed in frustration when the Giovanna’s were covered with a multitude of Danny’s. He crumpled it up and set in on the corner of his desk. His last resort was to listen to the teacher like he’s supposed to, who was teaching his class how to mix chemicals together in a droning voice, not much different from the low humming that came from Tom’s refrigerator, that never failed to make him sleepy.
He rested his chin on his hand and tried to think of Giovanna’s lips. They were perfect, according to Tom. They were as soft as the rest of her skin, but they were a special kind of soft. Tom couldn’t put his finger on it, but he loved to press his lips against them whenever he was granted the chance.
“I wonder what his lips feel like…” he drifted off under his breath. This question woke him up. He sat bolt upright and smacked himself across the cheek, the area immediately turning red. The whole class turned to look at him and so did the teacher.
“Was I boring you, Mr. Fletcher?” he asked in the same droning, monotone voice. Some of the students giggled. Tom quickly tried to think of an excuse.
“No, sir. There was a bug on my cheek,” he finally said with an embarrassed smile, wiping the sticky remnants of the imaginary bug on his knee. The teacher merely looked at him, blinking slowly, and went back to teaching the next moment.
He was one of the last ones to leave the room, waving goodbye to Carla as she left. He picked up the crumpled ball of paper, strode over to the trash bin near the door, zigzagging his way around the stragglers. He dropped the ball and made his way out of the room.
Just like planned, Danny was waiting on the left side of the double doors, fiddling with a lock of his hair, the way he was fiddling that first time they hung out with each other. He smiled at Tom as he approached, and the next moment they pushed the doors open and made their way to the theaters.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Getting there was no easy feat, and Tom swore to himself he wouldn’t go back to see a movie anytime soon. It took them thirty minutes to arrive; Tom was nearly run over twice when they crossed the street without looking, much to Danny’s amusement.
They decided on who would pay for what (Danny would pay for the tickets and Tom would pay for the snacks) and Danny ran up to the lady behind the glass window. Several seconds later, Danny came back, his enthusiasm slightly diminished by, as Tom discovered as he bought their snacks, the lack of tickets for the movie Danny wanted to see. Instead, he opted for a romance movie (“it’s the most interesting out of all the choices” he said) and they made their way to the designated theater room, a large bucket of popcorn in Tom’s hands and two bottles of soda in Danny’s.
Tom shouldered the door open and discovered that it was completely empty. Great… thought Tom as they settled in their seats. All the people here will definitely keep my mind off Danny… They were surrounded by darkness, signaling the start of the movie.
The movie was interesting, he had to admit, but he couldn’t keep his full attention to it because he was surprisingly enough thinking about Danny. From what he could make out of the movie so far were the girl running away and the guy, her love interest, chasing after her. Then for some reason she slaps him after he tried to kiss her. He drifted off afterwards...
I have to know what he feels about me… Maybe then these thoughts would stop… He looked discreetly at Danny from the corners of his eyes, whose attention was fixed on the movie. Maybe if I pretend to fall asleep…
He sighed softly and slowly placed his head on his shoulder. Danny gave a little jump as he felt the sudden pressure, but made no move to wake him up. Instead, he reached his arm around Tom’s shoulder and pulled him closer, and Tom could feel his heartbeat quicken. It’s working… Tom thought, his eyes glazing over the screen as the scenes progressed.
To his surprise, though he didn’t make any sudden movements to indicate it, Danny began to brush Tom’s hair with his fingers and eat popcorn with the other. Then, without thinking about it, he buried his head deeper into the crook on Danny’s neck, and he gave a slight moan, like the one that Giovanna made when she slept on his shoulder that one time. He felt his face getting hotter with every stroke on his head. He was sure glad nobody was there to see him cuddling against another boy, but right now he didn’t care. He was actually enjoying it. He was enjoying the feeling of Danny’s hands caressing his hair, the warmth that emanated from his body. This warmth, however, didn’t neutralize the cold that the room provided, and he shivered slightly.
Apparently sensing the disturbance, Danny slid his hand from Tom’s hair and ended back on his shoulder, and he pulled him closer. Tom smiled at his consideration. He does feel something for me… And I think I feel something for him… Tom snuggled closer, as if he wanted to merge with Danny. At that moment, he realized something that he felt in his heart truly and sincerely. Something he felt with a passion as he laid there, his head resting on Danny’s shoulder and Danny pulling him as close to him as he possible could. The protagonist confiding with her best friend conveyed Tom's feelings in words that he wanted to tell Danny right there and then.
“I think I love him…” she said softly, wiping a tear from her cheek. But what happened next made the corners of Tom’s lips curl into a smile.
“I think he loves you, too,” said her friend, and she reached up and pulled her into a hug.
I have to do something… I can’t deny these feelings any longer… It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt… Even for Gio… He lifted his head up from Danny’s shoulder and looked at his face, whose eyes were intently looking back at his. Then, out of nowhere, Tom leaned in to kiss his cheek, slowly moving to the lips he had been wondering about earlier in the day. They were softer than Giovanna’s, if that was even possible, but warmer and smoother and all of those good things. He was right after all. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his whole body, which intensified tenfold when Danny kissed him back.
Tom wanted it to last forever, to keep their lips locked like this for all eternity, their tongues exploring the inside of each other’s mouths, fighting for domination, tasting the butter that came from the popcorn and the contrast that the kernels provided. He felt his heart beating faster than it’s ever beaten before, and he loved every second of it.
A moment later, to both of their disappointment, Tom had to come up for air. He looked at Danny, who smiled back, panting heavily.
“Tom! What did we just do?” he said between the intervals of his breath. Tom laughed softly in return and went in for another one, wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck. The abrupt charge forced Danny on the floor between their seats and the seats below.
“Oh! Sorry!” Tom apologized, breaking off the kiss.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Danny, reaching up his hands behind Tom’s head, and he pulled him back into his lips.
They lay there on the floor for the remainder of the movie, sharing a kiss that was long overdue. Their legs intertwined and their fingers interlocked. Finally… I don’t have to hide it anymore… Danny’s finally mine! Boy, am I glad we didn’t see that comedy!
They had to stop, however, when they heard the theater door open. They quickly shot up, straightened their clothes, which wrinkled under Tom’s weight, and wiped their respective mouths. The people that had just entered were Carla and her boyfriend, David, and she eyed the two boys curiously.
“Tom?” she said, turning her head sideways to make out Tom’s face. “You’re watching a chick flick? With Danny Jones?” Tom gave an embarrassed smile and tried to explain.
“The movie we wanted was sold out,” said Tom, panting softly. “So we had to settle for this.” Carla squinted her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek.
“Mm-hm…” she hummed suspiciously. Tom felt his face flush in humiliation. Oh, God! She knows! She saw everything! They looked at each other for a while, and the silence was heavily pressing on Tom’s rampantly beating heart. He even swore he felt Danny tensing up behind him.
“Is the movie any good?” she asked finally, and Tom let out a sigh of relief. He had forgotten that Carla wasn’t the brightest bulb around. Dodged a bullet there, Tom he thought to himself before answering.
“Oh, yeah,” he said with a smile. As he and Danny made their way out, he passed Carla by. Stopping, he told her, “Worth every cent.”
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
They decided to go to Tom’s place after they left. Tom yelled for his mother as Danny made himself comfortable on the sofa, and when no answer came, he looked around for a note or something to indicate her lack of presence. His gaze fell on a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator door by a Mickey Mouse magnet. He ambled over to it, snatched the paper, and read it:
Sorry, dear. There’s an emergency book signing. Who knew my novel would turn out to be a hit? Anyway, there’s pizza on the table, just heat it up, and if Danny wants to stay over to keep you company, that’s fine with me. Love from Mum.
This could not have been a better timing for Tom, who immediately locked the door and pounced on Danny, locking their lips together once more. I get Danny all to myself! Sweet victory! They continued their kiss in Tom’s bedroom, where they made themselves cozy under the covers, neither bothering to take their shoes off.
Tom had never felt so much exhilaration in his life. The realization of Danny being his filled his heart with so much happiness he felt the pressure inside might make it explode.
They refrained from kissing after an hour, and they decided to just lay there on the bed, Tom resting his head on Danny’s chest, his finger tracing a circle along the contours of Danny's abdomen, his blonde hair caressed by Danny’s hands just like in the theaters. They had already discarded their shoes on either side of the bed.
“Danny?” said Tom softly as he traced the hundredth revolution.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you keep on smiling that day you got beat up in the bathroom?” Danny didn’t answer at once, and Tom, now tracing other geometric shapes, was patient enough to wait.
“Smiling is all I had, you know?” he finally answered with a sigh. “It’s all I ever had to hide behind since my parents died. Their death sparked rumors that Ah’ve killed them meself, and that was why people shunned me away. I knew crying wouldn’t do anything. You know I don’t have friends. Crying about something stupid like getting beat up means absolutely nothing to me. I only shed my tears if something happens to those I care about. Their funeral was the last time I ever cried.” Tom’s heart ached listening to Danny, who never ceased caressing his hair. Now he understood why he always had to put up a mask.
“Would you cry if something happened to me?” asked Tom, sliding over to level his gaze with Danny’s. He rested his head on Danny’s shoulder, who resumed petting his hair.
“Like a baby,” replied Danny, flashing a smile at Tom, who smiled back. They kissed each other one last time and Tom turned off the lamp on the bedside table, the only source of light his room had.
Tom slid his arm around Danny’s waist, and he felt Danny’s arm come up around his shoulder.
And they fell asleep.
Author: valquiris
Part: 5/?
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and sexual situations
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Genre: Romance
Summary: I have to know what he feels about me… Maybe then these thoughts would stop… He looked discreetly at Danny from the corners of his eyes, whose attention was fixed on the movie. Maybe if I pretend to fall asleep…
A/N: First of all, if you've noticed, I've changed the rating on this fic. Anyway... It was really hard to think about everything that happens in this chapter. I scrapped my initial idea completely and I found that I like this one way better.
Disclaimer: I do not own McFly in any way.
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4
The moment Tom had been looking forward to the whole day finally came when everyone shot up from their seats and escaped from the room, ready to start the weekend. Throughout all his classes, he tried not to think of Danny, but not thinking of him naturally made Tom think about him. He tried to drown them in thoughts of Giovanna instead.
He tried to remember the qualities that made him fall for her in the first place. Her hair was originally brown, lighter than Danny’s were, perfectly matching her eyes, which were the same shade, but she’d dyed it blonde a year into their relationship. When Tom said he didn’t like it, she immediately dyed it back to brown, albeit darker than it originally was. She had flawless skin, and Tom could remember one particular moment when they sat on his couch, her legs positioned comfortably on his thighs, watching a movie. The whole time he was caressing them lightly, running his hand back and forth along her tanned skin (they had just come from the beach), which she seemed to enjoy.
During his last class, when he thought he’d finally escaped this thoughts about Danny, the night before flashed in the back of his mind, where he caressed his cheek the same way he caressed Gio… He shook his head and doodled Giovanna all over his paper.
She had a warm smile, the kind smile that made him feel happy inside when he was having a bad day. Danny had a warm smile, too, but not the kind the she had. His was warmer and it did not only make Tom feel happy inside, but also outside. Whenever Danny smiled at him, he could never help but smile back.
He looked at the paper he was doodling on and sighed in frustration when the Giovanna’s were covered with a multitude of Danny’s. He crumpled it up and set in on the corner of his desk. His last resort was to listen to the teacher like he’s supposed to, who was teaching his class how to mix chemicals together in a droning voice, not much different from the low humming that came from Tom’s refrigerator, that never failed to make him sleepy.
He rested his chin on his hand and tried to think of Giovanna’s lips. They were perfect, according to Tom. They were as soft as the rest of her skin, but they were a special kind of soft. Tom couldn’t put his finger on it, but he loved to press his lips against them whenever he was granted the chance.
“I wonder what his lips feel like…” he drifted off under his breath. This question woke him up. He sat bolt upright and smacked himself across the cheek, the area immediately turning red. The whole class turned to look at him and so did the teacher.
“Was I boring you, Mr. Fletcher?” he asked in the same droning, monotone voice. Some of the students giggled. Tom quickly tried to think of an excuse.
“No, sir. There was a bug on my cheek,” he finally said with an embarrassed smile, wiping the sticky remnants of the imaginary bug on his knee. The teacher merely looked at him, blinking slowly, and went back to teaching the next moment.
He was one of the last ones to leave the room, waving goodbye to Carla as she left. He picked up the crumpled ball of paper, strode over to the trash bin near the door, zigzagging his way around the stragglers. He dropped the ball and made his way out of the room.
Just like planned, Danny was waiting on the left side of the double doors, fiddling with a lock of his hair, the way he was fiddling that first time they hung out with each other. He smiled at Tom as he approached, and the next moment they pushed the doors open and made their way to the theaters.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Getting there was no easy feat, and Tom swore to himself he wouldn’t go back to see a movie anytime soon. It took them thirty minutes to arrive; Tom was nearly run over twice when they crossed the street without looking, much to Danny’s amusement.
They decided on who would pay for what (Danny would pay for the tickets and Tom would pay for the snacks) and Danny ran up to the lady behind the glass window. Several seconds later, Danny came back, his enthusiasm slightly diminished by, as Tom discovered as he bought their snacks, the lack of tickets for the movie Danny wanted to see. Instead, he opted for a romance movie (“it’s the most interesting out of all the choices” he said) and they made their way to the designated theater room, a large bucket of popcorn in Tom’s hands and two bottles of soda in Danny’s.
Tom shouldered the door open and discovered that it was completely empty. Great… thought Tom as they settled in their seats. All the people here will definitely keep my mind off Danny… They were surrounded by darkness, signaling the start of the movie.
The movie was interesting, he had to admit, but he couldn’t keep his full attention to it because he was surprisingly enough thinking about Danny. From what he could make out of the movie so far were the girl running away and the guy, her love interest, chasing after her. Then for some reason she slaps him after he tried to kiss her. He drifted off afterwards...
I have to know what he feels about me… Maybe then these thoughts would stop… He looked discreetly at Danny from the corners of his eyes, whose attention was fixed on the movie. Maybe if I pretend to fall asleep…
He sighed softly and slowly placed his head on his shoulder. Danny gave a little jump as he felt the sudden pressure, but made no move to wake him up. Instead, he reached his arm around Tom’s shoulder and pulled him closer, and Tom could feel his heartbeat quicken. It’s working… Tom thought, his eyes glazing over the screen as the scenes progressed.
To his surprise, though he didn’t make any sudden movements to indicate it, Danny began to brush Tom’s hair with his fingers and eat popcorn with the other. Then, without thinking about it, he buried his head deeper into the crook on Danny’s neck, and he gave a slight moan, like the one that Giovanna made when she slept on his shoulder that one time. He felt his face getting hotter with every stroke on his head. He was sure glad nobody was there to see him cuddling against another boy, but right now he didn’t care. He was actually enjoying it. He was enjoying the feeling of Danny’s hands caressing his hair, the warmth that emanated from his body. This warmth, however, didn’t neutralize the cold that the room provided, and he shivered slightly.
Apparently sensing the disturbance, Danny slid his hand from Tom’s hair and ended back on his shoulder, and he pulled him closer. Tom smiled at his consideration. He does feel something for me… And I think I feel something for him… Tom snuggled closer, as if he wanted to merge with Danny. At that moment, he realized something that he felt in his heart truly and sincerely. Something he felt with a passion as he laid there, his head resting on Danny’s shoulder and Danny pulling him as close to him as he possible could. The protagonist confiding with her best friend conveyed Tom's feelings in words that he wanted to tell Danny right there and then.
“I think I love him…” she said softly, wiping a tear from her cheek. But what happened next made the corners of Tom’s lips curl into a smile.
“I think he loves you, too,” said her friend, and she reached up and pulled her into a hug.
I have to do something… I can’t deny these feelings any longer… It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt… Even for Gio… He lifted his head up from Danny’s shoulder and looked at his face, whose eyes were intently looking back at his. Then, out of nowhere, Tom leaned in to kiss his cheek, slowly moving to the lips he had been wondering about earlier in the day. They were softer than Giovanna’s, if that was even possible, but warmer and smoother and all of those good things. He was right after all. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his whole body, which intensified tenfold when Danny kissed him back.
Tom wanted it to last forever, to keep their lips locked like this for all eternity, their tongues exploring the inside of each other’s mouths, fighting for domination, tasting the butter that came from the popcorn and the contrast that the kernels provided. He felt his heart beating faster than it’s ever beaten before, and he loved every second of it.
A moment later, to both of their disappointment, Tom had to come up for air. He looked at Danny, who smiled back, panting heavily.
“Tom! What did we just do?” he said between the intervals of his breath. Tom laughed softly in return and went in for another one, wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck. The abrupt charge forced Danny on the floor between their seats and the seats below.
“Oh! Sorry!” Tom apologized, breaking off the kiss.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Danny, reaching up his hands behind Tom’s head, and he pulled him back into his lips.
They lay there on the floor for the remainder of the movie, sharing a kiss that was long overdue. Their legs intertwined and their fingers interlocked. Finally… I don’t have to hide it anymore… Danny’s finally mine! Boy, am I glad we didn’t see that comedy!
They had to stop, however, when they heard the theater door open. They quickly shot up, straightened their clothes, which wrinkled under Tom’s weight, and wiped their respective mouths. The people that had just entered were Carla and her boyfriend, David, and she eyed the two boys curiously.
“Tom?” she said, turning her head sideways to make out Tom’s face. “You’re watching a chick flick? With Danny Jones?” Tom gave an embarrassed smile and tried to explain.
“The movie we wanted was sold out,” said Tom, panting softly. “So we had to settle for this.” Carla squinted her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek.
“Mm-hm…” she hummed suspiciously. Tom felt his face flush in humiliation. Oh, God! She knows! She saw everything! They looked at each other for a while, and the silence was heavily pressing on Tom’s rampantly beating heart. He even swore he felt Danny tensing up behind him.
“Is the movie any good?” she asked finally, and Tom let out a sigh of relief. He had forgotten that Carla wasn’t the brightest bulb around. Dodged a bullet there, Tom he thought to himself before answering.
“Oh, yeah,” he said with a smile. As he and Danny made their way out, he passed Carla by. Stopping, he told her, “Worth every cent.”
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
They decided to go to Tom’s place after they left. Tom yelled for his mother as Danny made himself comfortable on the sofa, and when no answer came, he looked around for a note or something to indicate her lack of presence. His gaze fell on a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator door by a Mickey Mouse magnet. He ambled over to it, snatched the paper, and read it:
Sorry, dear. There’s an emergency book signing. Who knew my novel would turn out to be a hit? Anyway, there’s pizza on the table, just heat it up, and if Danny wants to stay over to keep you company, that’s fine with me. Love from Mum.
This could not have been a better timing for Tom, who immediately locked the door and pounced on Danny, locking their lips together once more. I get Danny all to myself! Sweet victory! They continued their kiss in Tom’s bedroom, where they made themselves cozy under the covers, neither bothering to take their shoes off.
Tom had never felt so much exhilaration in his life. The realization of Danny being his filled his heart with so much happiness he felt the pressure inside might make it explode.
They refrained from kissing after an hour, and they decided to just lay there on the bed, Tom resting his head on Danny’s chest, his finger tracing a circle along the contours of Danny's abdomen, his blonde hair caressed by Danny’s hands just like in the theaters. They had already discarded their shoes on either side of the bed.
“Danny?” said Tom softly as he traced the hundredth revolution.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you keep on smiling that day you got beat up in the bathroom?” Danny didn’t answer at once, and Tom, now tracing other geometric shapes, was patient enough to wait.
“Smiling is all I had, you know?” he finally answered with a sigh. “It’s all I ever had to hide behind since my parents died. Their death sparked rumors that Ah’ve killed them meself, and that was why people shunned me away. I knew crying wouldn’t do anything. You know I don’t have friends. Crying about something stupid like getting beat up means absolutely nothing to me. I only shed my tears if something happens to those I care about. Their funeral was the last time I ever cried.” Tom’s heart ached listening to Danny, who never ceased caressing his hair. Now he understood why he always had to put up a mask.
“Would you cry if something happened to me?” asked Tom, sliding over to level his gaze with Danny’s. He rested his head on Danny’s shoulder, who resumed petting his hair.
“Like a baby,” replied Danny, flashing a smile at Tom, who smiled back. They kissed each other one last time and Tom turned off the lamp on the bedside table, the only source of light his room had.
Tom slid his arm around Danny’s waist, and he felt Danny’s arm come up around his shoulder.
And they fell asleep.