Let Me Know He Cares - Fletcher/Jones - Chapter 9
Title: Let Me Know He Cares
Author: valquiris
Part: 9/?
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and sexual situations (NC-17 for this particular chapter for explicit sexual content)
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Genre: Romance
Summary: “Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Danny, a serious glint in his eyes. Tom exhaled loudly, and nodded in compliance.
A/N: Okay, this one's pretty long. I think this is the only chapter that rates this high, but who knows, really. I like this chapter a lot, and I hope you will too. ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own McFly in any way.
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8
It was all a blur.
One moment, Tom was standing in front of Danny, ready to reveal his biggest secret that could destroy their relationship forever, and the next second, everything turned black. The last thing he remembered seeing was Danny’s face, which went from irritated to alarmed in a fraction of a second. What just happened? he asked himself as he opened his eyes.
He found himself laying on something soft-a bed, perhaps-and as he took a breath, he felt a significant pressure on his chest. It wasn’t a painful kind of pressure, it was just… pressure, as if a heavy book was positioned in the area right below his collarbone. But as he looked down to see what it was, he discovered that it wasn’t a book-it was Danny’s head.
From his angle, he couldn’t see if he was asleep or not, for his face was blocked by his forest of brown curls. He wanted to touch him, but he felt that it would have been a bad idea considering the possibility of him still being mad for leaving so suddenly. Instead, he looked out the window and listened to the pitter-patter of raindrops against the glass. Must’ve rained while I was out…
Exactly why he fainted still bothered him. He never had a fainting spell in his life-well, none that he could remember anyway. He tried to remember exactly what happened and exactly what he felt right before the incident. The last emotions he could recall feeling was severe anxiety, worry, fear, uncertainty… Those were the only ones he could name at the moment, and thinking about it, the power of those emotions converging into one could have possibly rendered him unconscious. Or, at least, that’s what he made himself believe. He involuntarily heaved a big sigh as he tried to clear the thoughts away. The sudden movement made Danny stir, and Tom’s heart began racing again, though he didn’t know why.
Danny slowly lifted his head from its resting place and looked up at Tom’s face.
“Feeling better, yeah?” he asked with a smile, something that surprised Tom slightly. He didn’t reply. “You gave me quite a scare, there, mate. I thought you died.” Tom laughed uneasily and scratched his head while he watched as Danny sat on the space next to him.
“M’sorry. I don’t know what happened,” Tom managed to say, the erratic behavior of his heart increasingly bothering him. Danny leaned closer to Tom and brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from his eye.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, yeah?”
All Tom could do was stare at the smile appearing on Danny’s face. The sudden compassion that he was exhibiting unnerved him a bit, seeing as things didn’t go well for the both of them earlier.
“Listen, Dan, I’m really sorry for leaving like that-” Tom started, but he stopped when Danny started shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured Tom, placing a kiss on his cheek, and the area immediately flooded with redness. What made Danny’s attitude toward him change? He formulated numerous reasons in his mind, but they immediately fluttered away when Danny placed his head back on Tom’s chest, an arm reaching over to the other side of his waist.
Tom reluctantly reached his hand over to Danny’s hair and ran his fingers through the individual curls, twisting them around. All the while, he was mulling over the reason of his return to Danny’s house. To tell him about Giovanna right now would ruin the intimacy of the moment they were having, and he deflected the thought with a question.
“What really happened that day?” Tom asked suddenly.
“What day?” Danny replied a minute later, retracting his outstretched arm and sliding his hand over to trace the text on Tom’s shirt.
“They day they raped you.”
“You really want to know?” Tom’s eyes, which were previously surveying the glow-in-the-dark stars littering the ceiling, fell back on Danny’s head. He didn’t understand the nature of the question, but he shrugged it off and brought his gaze back to the stars.
“Yeah.”
“It’s pretty stupid, actually, how it came about,” Danny began, tracing the large “B” for the fifth time. “I lied to you about the whole ‘I was just there’ thing. Truth was, I wasn’t ‘just there’. I arranged for us to meet in the bathroom. I needed money because I was falling behind on my payments. That day we first hung out, I wasn’t able to make my usual rounds-I made less than half, and the days following, I didn’t get as much customers as I wanted. Anyway, I arranged for us to meet in the bathroom right after French class. I didn’t know that Jimmy and Jack were coming, it was sort of a last minute consideration Cole did without consulting me first. I thought anyway, ‘More money? Might as well…’ But the moment I saw them, I knew something was wrong. See, Cole’s been a client of mine for some time now-he says his girlfriend’s methods of pleasuring him were ‘less than desirable’-so I know what he wants beforehand by his face. Well, that time, he looked at me like he was mad or something and I didn’t feel comfortable anymore. Before I could call it off, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me inside the bathroom… You sure you want to hear the rest?”
“Yeah, m’sure,” replied Tom, reaching an arm over to grasp Danny’s waist. To be honest, he really didn’t know if he wanted to hear or not, but he felt like he needed to hear it for some reason. He felt that Danny needed to get the whole thing off his chest. And plus, he loved listening to Danny’s voice.
“Alright, then. Inside, Jack locked the door and Cole started unbuckling my belt, and I saw Jimmy pull out a camera. Cole pulled my trousers down and pulled his down right after. Jimmy started walking around, keeping the camera focused on us. Then Cole pushed me on the ground, made me go on my hands and knees, and started fucking me. He didn’t even use lube, for fuck’s sake. It hurt. A lot. Jack came ‘round, dropped his trousers, and fed me his-y’know. I couldn’t do anything. It was three against one. After a while, I started crying because of the pain, but the noise I made was all muffled. Jack was the one who came first, and he made me swallow. People usually come in my arse after I suck ‘em off, so I was surprised by the taste. After that, Cole got me all to himself, and he fucked me like there’s no tomorrow, but this time he started getting violent. His hold on me got stronger and it added more to the pain that he was already giving me. He stopped after he came and all three threw pounds at me. After that, they left and I counted up the money, not paying any mind on the pain all over my body. It was after I put some in my pocket that the pain started to become unbearable, and I broke down. Started crying… Then you came in.”
Tom was amazed at how calmly he was telling his story, considering the nature of the whole situation, and also at how vividly he described everything that happened. He stayed quiet the whole time Danny was talking, wincing a bit at the more sensitive parts.
No one said anything for a while, both males enjoying the warmth they were sharing in the cold the rain outside provided.
“Do you like what you do?” asked Tom when he felt he was about to drift off to sleep. He enjoyed this moment too much to let it slip away by sleeping.
“Sometimes,” Danny replied softly, refraining from tracing for some time now. He snuggled closer to Tom, placing his leg between Tom’s thighs. “But after you came, I didn’t like it anymore. At first, the thought of having a customer at the start of the day thrilled me. I thought sex was only for temporary pleasure. That I didn’t need attachment to enjoy it. You changed my mind. With you in my mind, I couldn’t focus on the pleasure anymore, because I felt empty. But you filled the emptiness with your smile, your laugh, your honesty, everything about you that I love…”
Tom’s heart constricted at the word “honesty.” He was anything but honest, and he didn’t want Danny to believe that he was.
“I’m not very honest, really,” Tom blurted out, and, even without looking, he knew that Danny was staring at him.
“What aren’t you honest about?”
“A lot of things…” he started, looking down on Danny, who, sure enough, was looking straight at him, his blue eyes glistening in the lamplight that was the room’s only source of illumination. “I lie every now and then.” Danny smiled and placed his head back on Tom’s chest.
“Have you lied to me?” Tom contemplated his response for a moment. The only time he could remember ever lying to Danny was when he made up the excuse why they couldn’t tell Mrs. Fletcher about them. It wasn’t because he thought she wasn’t ready, it was because he was still with Giovanna and that it would break her heart if she found out.
“Yeah,” he finally answered, trailing his fingers to the nape of Danny’s neck-his tickle spot. As Danny giggled and writhed, he quickly added, “But I’m not telling you what I lied about.” Danny seemed to accept this, because he didn’t say anything further.
A second after he was relinquished from Tom’s tickling spell, Danny rolled on his stomach and rose himself up, resting his weight on his elbows. He started to laugh.
“Ah’ve lied to you so many times,” Danny said with a smile, his white teeth almost shining. “Forgive me?” Tom smiled, sat up, placed a kiss on Danny’s lips, and laid back down.
“Of course,” he said, and this time, it was a leaning Danny who initiated another kiss.
“Wha’ were you going to tell me earlier?” Danny asked as they parted, resting his chin on Tom’s chest. He felt his mind shut down and his heart picking up speed, though not very noticeably-well, not to him anyway.
He had been dreading that this question would pop up the moment he regained consciousness. He quickly tried to think of something to say-something completely different from what he initially wanted. Right now, he wanted to avoid the whole situation with Giovanna at all costs, and he didn’t care for the repercussions that would undoubtedly follow. He simply didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I’ve forgotten,” he lied, his heart beating slightly faster, and he prayed that Danny hadn’t felt it. “M’sorry.” Danny frowned a little, but he recovered with a quick smile.
“S’alright. Ah’m just glad I don’t have to hide things anymore from you.” Tom wished he could say the same thing to Danny. It seemed that as the conversation progressed, Danny was gradually making Tom feel terrible for not disclosing his secret to him.
“Ah’m tired,” said Danny with a yawn, but Tom didn’t feel the least tired, considering he didn’t sleep that much the night before. Soon enough, Danny’s eyes were closed shut, and he could feel the steady hot breaths coming from his slightly open mouth. Tom watched him as he slept, playing with his hair once again, but delicately as to not wake him up. He would beat himself up later for not telling Danny after a multitude of opportunities, but for now, he basked in the innocent beauty that was resting on his chest, and he didn’t dare make a move to disturb the tranquility he was emanating.
Without warning, Tom found his eyelids getting heavier, and not a moment later he was asleep, his hand entangled tenderly in his hair.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
The following day was hell for Tom and Danny.
The moment that they entered the school together, they found themselves being devoured by hostile eyes in every corner imaginable. Whispers followed shortly as they passed students by, but as Tom looked at Danny, he found enough courage to ignore them. He didn’t care that they found him being friends with a prostitute disgusting. In fact, he found it amusing. They didn’t know Danny like he did, so their newfound loathing for him seemed almost idiotic.
But the torment didn’t stop there. Some students, mostly males, wolf-whistled and paraded handful of pounds when they approached a turn. To Tom’s amusement, however, Danny grinned widely as he displayed the middle finger for all to see.
Now that he thought about being friends with a prostitute, he remembered something that he had wanted to ask Danny. He obtained the opportunity during French class. In a piece of paper, he wrote:
I forgot to ask yesterday. Are you still going to continue with prostitution?
He folded it up in quarters, observed what Madame LaCroix was doing, and, finding a chance as she turned around to write something on the board, he stretched out an arm and dropped it on Danny’s desk. He immediately picked it up and replied after reading the message. He did the same thing that Tom did and dropped it on his desk.
If you want me to stop, I’ll try to get another job
Tom thought about the idea. Would he risk Danny’s financial dilemmas by asking him to stop? Danny hasn’t yet finished school, and he could think of no jobs that would provide the same amount of money that prostitution offered. No, he couldn’t do that to Danny.
No, I don’t want you to stop. You’ll need the money and any other job couldn’t give you that. I’m fine with it, really
Alright then. Whenever I fuck a john, I’ll just think of you. :) Wanna hang out after school?
Sure. Where to?
I wanna show you something back at my place
Can’t wait
The rest of his classes were thankfully indifferent to him. He much preferred them thinking he didn’t exist than throwing him dark looks like they wanted him dead. I guess prostitutes aren’t very much loved here in Bolton… The only people that talked to him were his few faithful friends, Carla being especially understanding. The whole time, however, he worried about how Danny was doing in his classes. Just please don’t get in a fight, Danny…
School went faster than he remembered, which he appreciated since his desire to know what Danny was going to show him escalated with every class. Danny met him at his locker and they left the building together, glaring back at the students who eyed them the wrong way.
They had a good time on the way to Danny’s house, discussing and laughing at their experiences in class. Danny told him that a boy stumbled and fell when he entered the class, his death stare solely focused on Danny that he couldn’t see the misplaced bag blocking his way. Tom didn’t have much stories to contribute, but he enjoyed listening to Danny telling his.
Danny let Tom in first when they arrived at their destination, and Tom made himself comfortable, once again, in his sheets, this time refraining from wrapping himself in them.
“What are you going to show me?” Tom asked loudly, for Danny was busying himself in the kitchen. He entered the room after a while hiding something behind his back, a sly smile plastered on his face. Tom’s curiosity escalated when he was presented with this new mystery. “What’s that you got there?”
“Please don’t laugh at it. Ah’ve worked really hard on it,” said an embarrassed Danny, his face turning slightly pink, as he retracted his hands from behind his back. Tom’s eyes widened in awe as he stared at the “something” that Danny wanted to show him.
It was a green scarf twice as long as Danny’s arm, with three thick blue lightning bolt patterns situated at the top, middle, and bottom. In the spaces created by the bolts, the words “tOM FletcHeR” were lopsidedly stitched in yellow yarn. He could make out gaps made by missing stitches, and, looking closer, he could read the words “DAnnY JOneS” in two of the three lightning bolts. Both ends of the scarf contained tendrils comprised of braided black yarn.
“For me?” Tom asked stupidly, realizing a second later that it obviously was. Danny nodded, came closer to Tom, and draped it around his neck with care.
“D’you like it?” Danny asked as he sat next to Tom, who was still admiring his gift.
“Yes” couldn’t summarize the overwhelming happiness he felt at that moment, but it was all he could think of to say. Tom loved it. Adored it, even. He loved the fact that it wasn’t perfectly made-perfect in the sense of complete stitches and symmetrical letters. To him, the gaps, the uneven letterings-all the imperfections symbolized Danny because he wasn’t perfect. And neither was Tom.
Turning around, he smiled broadly, secured his arms around Danny’s neck, and pressed his lips against his. Danny didn’t hesitate to kiss back, and at once, his tongue was exploring the inside of Tom’s mouth, and vice versa.
Danny guided Tom onto his back slowly.
His hands reached under Tom’s shirt, and their coldness sent jolts all throughout Tom’s body. Tom knew where this was heading, but he didn’t make a move to pull away from his touch. Danny’s fingers slid down to the bottom of Tom’s shirt and proceeded to pull it up, exposing the rest of his body to the cold air that made its way through the slightly opened window. He pulled it all the way to his shoulders, but he stopped to unfurl and throw aside the scarf that stood in his way. Soon, Tom’s shirt was completely off, thrown in the far corner of the room.
His belt was the next to go. Danny managed to unclip it expertly and piled it on the neglected shirt. As Danny worked on his trousers, Tom busied himself with Danny’s belt. His fear of having sex with Danny subsided the moment he felt the scarf being wrapped around his neck. He felt a bit nervous, however, because he was self-conscious about his body. Surely, Danny had done it with better-looking men, and right now, he felt embarrassed about putting on some weight.
After succeeding, Tom tossed the belt in a random direction, and, as Danny pulled his trousers completely off, he quickly focused, in turn, on relieving him of his. Danny swiftly tore his shirt off and set it aside as he helped Tom with the zipper. Clad only in their boxers, they continued their heated kiss, Danny’s hand reaching down to cup Tom’s growing erection.
Tom gasped a little, the action bringing a close to their kiss, and he felt Danny’s hands coiling around the waistband of his boxers. His heart started racing with excitement when he felt the fabric slip down along his legs, but his excitement turned almost immediately to panic. As he watched Danny slide his own boxers down, Tom began thinking about actually going through with it. Am I seriously going to do this? Oh, but I’m so afraid it’s going to hurt! Tom had never been penetrated before, and he never wondered what it felt to have another man inside of him.
Danny was kneeling, hovering right above Tom’s navel, and Tom’s eyes widened at the sight of his little soldier standing at attention-only it wasn’t little at all. Tom concluded it was almost twice as bigger than his, and slightly longer, and Danny was happily flaunting it. Tom had never seen another man’s penis before, only his own in his occasional nightly “play.”
“But, is it supposed to be that big?” asked Tom incredulously, his eyes flicking from the tower to Danny’s eyes, then back to it, much to Danny’s amusement.
“You can touch it if you like,” he offered, moving closer to him. Tom reluctantly reach a hand to touch it, his fingers slowly curling around the organ. It was warm, bordering on hot, and Tom admitted he liked the feeling of the rhythmic pulsating it was giving off, reminding him somewhat of the low shockwaves the bass of his radio blared out whenever he would listen to rock music. A moment later, he was carefully sliding the skin up and down, and as he looked at Danny’s face and listened to his breathing, he empathized with the overwhelming feeling of bliss that his stroking brought. He stopped, however, when he noticed that Danny’s breathing was becoming more and more labored, which usually indicated climax in Tom’s case. He didn’t want it to be over even before it started.
He let his erection slip off his fingers and watched as Danny slid off him, his heart beating uncontrollably in his throat. Danny grabbed something from under the bed and, as he returned into view, he waved a bottle of lubrication in front of Tom’s face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Danny, a serious glint in his eyes. Tom exhaled loudly, and nodded in compliance.
“Yeah, m’ready,” he replied as he reached a hand to grab the bottle. He popped the lid open, squirted a handful in his palm, and slathered the cold gel all over Danny’s organ. Finished, he closed the lid and dropped the bottle on the floor beside the bed.
He spread his legs tentatively, and Danny placed his hands on his thighs to help him open them all the way. He positioned his soldier about an inch from Tom’s opening, but he consulted Tom before doing anything further.
“Ready?” he asked, sliding his hands over to Tom’s hips. Tom nodded once more, and took a deep breath to brace himself as he felt the tip of Danny’s pulsating organ pressing against his sphincter. He squeezed his eyes shut and bared his teeth as Danny completely slid inside him. Tom’s initial feeling was like being split in half.
“You okay?” Danny asked, determined to guide Tom along the way. “I know it hurts at first, but after a while, it’ll start to feel good.” Tom smiled at his consideration, and he trusted Danny with all his heart, but it immediately faltered when Danny began pulling back. Tom grabbed the headboard for leverage, his nails digging into the wood, and he whimpered when Danny pushed back inside.
It was like this for about ten minutes: Danny pulling out and pushing back in ever so slowly to give Tom the chance to get used to the feeling. As Tom got accustomed to the sensation, he said something to Danny under his breath, but Danny had to ask him what it was because he hadn’t heard it.
“Faster,” Tom said again, this time being more like a demand than a request. Danny obliged nonetheless, and he soon picked up his speed. Tom migrated his hands from the headboard to claw at Danny’s back as lightly as he possibly could, which wasn’t really what one would call “light.” Danny ignored the pain Tom was giving him and continued to thrust in and out of him with increasing speed.
Tom’s whimpers turned to passionate moans, and Danny started groaning at the pleasurable friction. It sounded like music, actually, now that Tom thought about it; Tom’s high moans contrasting with Danny’s low groans mixed with the rhythmic squeaking of the bed under their weight. Tom secured his legs around Danny’s waist and dug his nails deeper as Danny went as fast as he could. The moans escalated to cries of pure ecstasy, and faster just couldn’t satisfy the growing desire building up in Tom anymore.
“Harder!” he demanded loudly, and Danny was more than happy to grant his wish. So harder Danny went, and Tom could feel the entire room shaking. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard; it was his and Danny’s moment, and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
A familiar feeling began to swell inside Tom, and judging Danny’s labored groans, he knew he was close as well. Tom knew that Danny has had sex with multiple men, and that the possibility of him carrying a disease was more than likely, but right now, he didn’t care. All he wanted was Danny, and Danny was what he’ll get.
“Come inside me,” Tom asked softly between the intervals of his cries. With one final thrust, Tom felt jets of warm liquid shoot inside him, and a second later, strings of white semen danced in the air, landing irregularly on Tom’s stomach. Danny stayed inside of him until his organ was emptied to the last drop, and he slowly pulled out, the foreign liquid making the exit more manageable. They laid spent on the bed, Danny picking up his shirt to clean the mess on Tom’s belly and the ones sliding out of his arse.
They listened to each other’s breathing for some time, and all the while, Tom was thinking to himself like all the other times they were silent.
He doesn’t have to know. I’ll call her up when she comes back from her trip and tell her that it’s over. I’ll think of what to say later. Danny doesn’t have to know… He doesn’t have to know…
Author: valquiris
Part: 9/?
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and sexual situations (NC-17 for this particular chapter for explicit sexual content)
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones
Genre: Romance
Summary: “Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Danny, a serious glint in his eyes. Tom exhaled loudly, and nodded in compliance.
A/N: Okay, this one's pretty long. I think this is the only chapter that rates this high, but who knows, really. I like this chapter a lot, and I hope you will too. ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own McFly in any way.
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8
It was all a blur.
One moment, Tom was standing in front of Danny, ready to reveal his biggest secret that could destroy their relationship forever, and the next second, everything turned black. The last thing he remembered seeing was Danny’s face, which went from irritated to alarmed in a fraction of a second. What just happened? he asked himself as he opened his eyes.
He found himself laying on something soft-a bed, perhaps-and as he took a breath, he felt a significant pressure on his chest. It wasn’t a painful kind of pressure, it was just… pressure, as if a heavy book was positioned in the area right below his collarbone. But as he looked down to see what it was, he discovered that it wasn’t a book-it was Danny’s head.
From his angle, he couldn’t see if he was asleep or not, for his face was blocked by his forest of brown curls. He wanted to touch him, but he felt that it would have been a bad idea considering the possibility of him still being mad for leaving so suddenly. Instead, he looked out the window and listened to the pitter-patter of raindrops against the glass. Must’ve rained while I was out…
Exactly why he fainted still bothered him. He never had a fainting spell in his life-well, none that he could remember anyway. He tried to remember exactly what happened and exactly what he felt right before the incident. The last emotions he could recall feeling was severe anxiety, worry, fear, uncertainty… Those were the only ones he could name at the moment, and thinking about it, the power of those emotions converging into one could have possibly rendered him unconscious. Or, at least, that’s what he made himself believe. He involuntarily heaved a big sigh as he tried to clear the thoughts away. The sudden movement made Danny stir, and Tom’s heart began racing again, though he didn’t know why.
Danny slowly lifted his head from its resting place and looked up at Tom’s face.
“Feeling better, yeah?” he asked with a smile, something that surprised Tom slightly. He didn’t reply. “You gave me quite a scare, there, mate. I thought you died.” Tom laughed uneasily and scratched his head while he watched as Danny sat on the space next to him.
“M’sorry. I don’t know what happened,” Tom managed to say, the erratic behavior of his heart increasingly bothering him. Danny leaned closer to Tom and brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from his eye.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, yeah?”
All Tom could do was stare at the smile appearing on Danny’s face. The sudden compassion that he was exhibiting unnerved him a bit, seeing as things didn’t go well for the both of them earlier.
“Listen, Dan, I’m really sorry for leaving like that-” Tom started, but he stopped when Danny started shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured Tom, placing a kiss on his cheek, and the area immediately flooded with redness. What made Danny’s attitude toward him change? He formulated numerous reasons in his mind, but they immediately fluttered away when Danny placed his head back on Tom’s chest, an arm reaching over to the other side of his waist.
Tom reluctantly reached his hand over to Danny’s hair and ran his fingers through the individual curls, twisting them around. All the while, he was mulling over the reason of his return to Danny’s house. To tell him about Giovanna right now would ruin the intimacy of the moment they were having, and he deflected the thought with a question.
“What really happened that day?” Tom asked suddenly.
“What day?” Danny replied a minute later, retracting his outstretched arm and sliding his hand over to trace the text on Tom’s shirt.
“They day they raped you.”
“You really want to know?” Tom’s eyes, which were previously surveying the glow-in-the-dark stars littering the ceiling, fell back on Danny’s head. He didn’t understand the nature of the question, but he shrugged it off and brought his gaze back to the stars.
“Yeah.”
“It’s pretty stupid, actually, how it came about,” Danny began, tracing the large “B” for the fifth time. “I lied to you about the whole ‘I was just there’ thing. Truth was, I wasn’t ‘just there’. I arranged for us to meet in the bathroom. I needed money because I was falling behind on my payments. That day we first hung out, I wasn’t able to make my usual rounds-I made less than half, and the days following, I didn’t get as much customers as I wanted. Anyway, I arranged for us to meet in the bathroom right after French class. I didn’t know that Jimmy and Jack were coming, it was sort of a last minute consideration Cole did without consulting me first. I thought anyway, ‘More money? Might as well…’ But the moment I saw them, I knew something was wrong. See, Cole’s been a client of mine for some time now-he says his girlfriend’s methods of pleasuring him were ‘less than desirable’-so I know what he wants beforehand by his face. Well, that time, he looked at me like he was mad or something and I didn’t feel comfortable anymore. Before I could call it off, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me inside the bathroom… You sure you want to hear the rest?”
“Yeah, m’sure,” replied Tom, reaching an arm over to grasp Danny’s waist. To be honest, he really didn’t know if he wanted to hear or not, but he felt like he needed to hear it for some reason. He felt that Danny needed to get the whole thing off his chest. And plus, he loved listening to Danny’s voice.
“Alright, then. Inside, Jack locked the door and Cole started unbuckling my belt, and I saw Jimmy pull out a camera. Cole pulled my trousers down and pulled his down right after. Jimmy started walking around, keeping the camera focused on us. Then Cole pushed me on the ground, made me go on my hands and knees, and started fucking me. He didn’t even use lube, for fuck’s sake. It hurt. A lot. Jack came ‘round, dropped his trousers, and fed me his-y’know. I couldn’t do anything. It was three against one. After a while, I started crying because of the pain, but the noise I made was all muffled. Jack was the one who came first, and he made me swallow. People usually come in my arse after I suck ‘em off, so I was surprised by the taste. After that, Cole got me all to himself, and he fucked me like there’s no tomorrow, but this time he started getting violent. His hold on me got stronger and it added more to the pain that he was already giving me. He stopped after he came and all three threw pounds at me. After that, they left and I counted up the money, not paying any mind on the pain all over my body. It was after I put some in my pocket that the pain started to become unbearable, and I broke down. Started crying… Then you came in.”
Tom was amazed at how calmly he was telling his story, considering the nature of the whole situation, and also at how vividly he described everything that happened. He stayed quiet the whole time Danny was talking, wincing a bit at the more sensitive parts.
No one said anything for a while, both males enjoying the warmth they were sharing in the cold the rain outside provided.
“Do you like what you do?” asked Tom when he felt he was about to drift off to sleep. He enjoyed this moment too much to let it slip away by sleeping.
“Sometimes,” Danny replied softly, refraining from tracing for some time now. He snuggled closer to Tom, placing his leg between Tom’s thighs. “But after you came, I didn’t like it anymore. At first, the thought of having a customer at the start of the day thrilled me. I thought sex was only for temporary pleasure. That I didn’t need attachment to enjoy it. You changed my mind. With you in my mind, I couldn’t focus on the pleasure anymore, because I felt empty. But you filled the emptiness with your smile, your laugh, your honesty, everything about you that I love…”
Tom’s heart constricted at the word “honesty.” He was anything but honest, and he didn’t want Danny to believe that he was.
“I’m not very honest, really,” Tom blurted out, and, even without looking, he knew that Danny was staring at him.
“What aren’t you honest about?”
“A lot of things…” he started, looking down on Danny, who, sure enough, was looking straight at him, his blue eyes glistening in the lamplight that was the room’s only source of illumination. “I lie every now and then.” Danny smiled and placed his head back on Tom’s chest.
“Have you lied to me?” Tom contemplated his response for a moment. The only time he could remember ever lying to Danny was when he made up the excuse why they couldn’t tell Mrs. Fletcher about them. It wasn’t because he thought she wasn’t ready, it was because he was still with Giovanna and that it would break her heart if she found out.
“Yeah,” he finally answered, trailing his fingers to the nape of Danny’s neck-his tickle spot. As Danny giggled and writhed, he quickly added, “But I’m not telling you what I lied about.” Danny seemed to accept this, because he didn’t say anything further.
A second after he was relinquished from Tom’s tickling spell, Danny rolled on his stomach and rose himself up, resting his weight on his elbows. He started to laugh.
“Ah’ve lied to you so many times,” Danny said with a smile, his white teeth almost shining. “Forgive me?” Tom smiled, sat up, placed a kiss on Danny’s lips, and laid back down.
“Of course,” he said, and this time, it was a leaning Danny who initiated another kiss.
“Wha’ were you going to tell me earlier?” Danny asked as they parted, resting his chin on Tom’s chest. He felt his mind shut down and his heart picking up speed, though not very noticeably-well, not to him anyway.
He had been dreading that this question would pop up the moment he regained consciousness. He quickly tried to think of something to say-something completely different from what he initially wanted. Right now, he wanted to avoid the whole situation with Giovanna at all costs, and he didn’t care for the repercussions that would undoubtedly follow. He simply didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I’ve forgotten,” he lied, his heart beating slightly faster, and he prayed that Danny hadn’t felt it. “M’sorry.” Danny frowned a little, but he recovered with a quick smile.
“S’alright. Ah’m just glad I don’t have to hide things anymore from you.” Tom wished he could say the same thing to Danny. It seemed that as the conversation progressed, Danny was gradually making Tom feel terrible for not disclosing his secret to him.
“Ah’m tired,” said Danny with a yawn, but Tom didn’t feel the least tired, considering he didn’t sleep that much the night before. Soon enough, Danny’s eyes were closed shut, and he could feel the steady hot breaths coming from his slightly open mouth. Tom watched him as he slept, playing with his hair once again, but delicately as to not wake him up. He would beat himself up later for not telling Danny after a multitude of opportunities, but for now, he basked in the innocent beauty that was resting on his chest, and he didn’t dare make a move to disturb the tranquility he was emanating.
Without warning, Tom found his eyelids getting heavier, and not a moment later he was asleep, his hand entangled tenderly in his hair.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
The following day was hell for Tom and Danny.
The moment that they entered the school together, they found themselves being devoured by hostile eyes in every corner imaginable. Whispers followed shortly as they passed students by, but as Tom looked at Danny, he found enough courage to ignore them. He didn’t care that they found him being friends with a prostitute disgusting. In fact, he found it amusing. They didn’t know Danny like he did, so their newfound loathing for him seemed almost idiotic.
But the torment didn’t stop there. Some students, mostly males, wolf-whistled and paraded handful of pounds when they approached a turn. To Tom’s amusement, however, Danny grinned widely as he displayed the middle finger for all to see.
Now that he thought about being friends with a prostitute, he remembered something that he had wanted to ask Danny. He obtained the opportunity during French class. In a piece of paper, he wrote:
I forgot to ask yesterday. Are you still going to continue with prostitution?
He folded it up in quarters, observed what Madame LaCroix was doing, and, finding a chance as she turned around to write something on the board, he stretched out an arm and dropped it on Danny’s desk. He immediately picked it up and replied after reading the message. He did the same thing that Tom did and dropped it on his desk.
If you want me to stop, I’ll try to get another job
Tom thought about the idea. Would he risk Danny’s financial dilemmas by asking him to stop? Danny hasn’t yet finished school, and he could think of no jobs that would provide the same amount of money that prostitution offered. No, he couldn’t do that to Danny.
No, I don’t want you to stop. You’ll need the money and any other job couldn’t give you that. I’m fine with it, really
Alright then. Whenever I fuck a john, I’ll just think of you. :) Wanna hang out after school?
Sure. Where to?
I wanna show you something back at my place
Can’t wait
The rest of his classes were thankfully indifferent to him. He much preferred them thinking he didn’t exist than throwing him dark looks like they wanted him dead. I guess prostitutes aren’t very much loved here in Bolton… The only people that talked to him were his few faithful friends, Carla being especially understanding. The whole time, however, he worried about how Danny was doing in his classes. Just please don’t get in a fight, Danny…
School went faster than he remembered, which he appreciated since his desire to know what Danny was going to show him escalated with every class. Danny met him at his locker and they left the building together, glaring back at the students who eyed them the wrong way.
They had a good time on the way to Danny’s house, discussing and laughing at their experiences in class. Danny told him that a boy stumbled and fell when he entered the class, his death stare solely focused on Danny that he couldn’t see the misplaced bag blocking his way. Tom didn’t have much stories to contribute, but he enjoyed listening to Danny telling his.
Danny let Tom in first when they arrived at their destination, and Tom made himself comfortable, once again, in his sheets, this time refraining from wrapping himself in them.
“What are you going to show me?” Tom asked loudly, for Danny was busying himself in the kitchen. He entered the room after a while hiding something behind his back, a sly smile plastered on his face. Tom’s curiosity escalated when he was presented with this new mystery. “What’s that you got there?”
“Please don’t laugh at it. Ah’ve worked really hard on it,” said an embarrassed Danny, his face turning slightly pink, as he retracted his hands from behind his back. Tom’s eyes widened in awe as he stared at the “something” that Danny wanted to show him.
It was a green scarf twice as long as Danny’s arm, with three thick blue lightning bolt patterns situated at the top, middle, and bottom. In the spaces created by the bolts, the words “tOM FletcHeR” were lopsidedly stitched in yellow yarn. He could make out gaps made by missing stitches, and, looking closer, he could read the words “DAnnY JOneS” in two of the three lightning bolts. Both ends of the scarf contained tendrils comprised of braided black yarn.
“For me?” Tom asked stupidly, realizing a second later that it obviously was. Danny nodded, came closer to Tom, and draped it around his neck with care.
“D’you like it?” Danny asked as he sat next to Tom, who was still admiring his gift.
“Yes” couldn’t summarize the overwhelming happiness he felt at that moment, but it was all he could think of to say. Tom loved it. Adored it, even. He loved the fact that it wasn’t perfectly made-perfect in the sense of complete stitches and symmetrical letters. To him, the gaps, the uneven letterings-all the imperfections symbolized Danny because he wasn’t perfect. And neither was Tom.
Turning around, he smiled broadly, secured his arms around Danny’s neck, and pressed his lips against his. Danny didn’t hesitate to kiss back, and at once, his tongue was exploring the inside of Tom’s mouth, and vice versa.
Danny guided Tom onto his back slowly.
His hands reached under Tom’s shirt, and their coldness sent jolts all throughout Tom’s body. Tom knew where this was heading, but he didn’t make a move to pull away from his touch. Danny’s fingers slid down to the bottom of Tom’s shirt and proceeded to pull it up, exposing the rest of his body to the cold air that made its way through the slightly opened window. He pulled it all the way to his shoulders, but he stopped to unfurl and throw aside the scarf that stood in his way. Soon, Tom’s shirt was completely off, thrown in the far corner of the room.
His belt was the next to go. Danny managed to unclip it expertly and piled it on the neglected shirt. As Danny worked on his trousers, Tom busied himself with Danny’s belt. His fear of having sex with Danny subsided the moment he felt the scarf being wrapped around his neck. He felt a bit nervous, however, because he was self-conscious about his body. Surely, Danny had done it with better-looking men, and right now, he felt embarrassed about putting on some weight.
After succeeding, Tom tossed the belt in a random direction, and, as Danny pulled his trousers completely off, he quickly focused, in turn, on relieving him of his. Danny swiftly tore his shirt off and set it aside as he helped Tom with the zipper. Clad only in their boxers, they continued their heated kiss, Danny’s hand reaching down to cup Tom’s growing erection.
Tom gasped a little, the action bringing a close to their kiss, and he felt Danny’s hands coiling around the waistband of his boxers. His heart started racing with excitement when he felt the fabric slip down along his legs, but his excitement turned almost immediately to panic. As he watched Danny slide his own boxers down, Tom began thinking about actually going through with it. Am I seriously going to do this? Oh, but I’m so afraid it’s going to hurt! Tom had never been penetrated before, and he never wondered what it felt to have another man inside of him.
Danny was kneeling, hovering right above Tom’s navel, and Tom’s eyes widened at the sight of his little soldier standing at attention-only it wasn’t little at all. Tom concluded it was almost twice as bigger than his, and slightly longer, and Danny was happily flaunting it. Tom had never seen another man’s penis before, only his own in his occasional nightly “play.”
“But, is it supposed to be that big?” asked Tom incredulously, his eyes flicking from the tower to Danny’s eyes, then back to it, much to Danny’s amusement.
“You can touch it if you like,” he offered, moving closer to him. Tom reluctantly reach a hand to touch it, his fingers slowly curling around the organ. It was warm, bordering on hot, and Tom admitted he liked the feeling of the rhythmic pulsating it was giving off, reminding him somewhat of the low shockwaves the bass of his radio blared out whenever he would listen to rock music. A moment later, he was carefully sliding the skin up and down, and as he looked at Danny’s face and listened to his breathing, he empathized with the overwhelming feeling of bliss that his stroking brought. He stopped, however, when he noticed that Danny’s breathing was becoming more and more labored, which usually indicated climax in Tom’s case. He didn’t want it to be over even before it started.
He let his erection slip off his fingers and watched as Danny slid off him, his heart beating uncontrollably in his throat. Danny grabbed something from under the bed and, as he returned into view, he waved a bottle of lubrication in front of Tom’s face.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Danny, a serious glint in his eyes. Tom exhaled loudly, and nodded in compliance.
“Yeah, m’ready,” he replied as he reached a hand to grab the bottle. He popped the lid open, squirted a handful in his palm, and slathered the cold gel all over Danny’s organ. Finished, he closed the lid and dropped the bottle on the floor beside the bed.
He spread his legs tentatively, and Danny placed his hands on his thighs to help him open them all the way. He positioned his soldier about an inch from Tom’s opening, but he consulted Tom before doing anything further.
“Ready?” he asked, sliding his hands over to Tom’s hips. Tom nodded once more, and took a deep breath to brace himself as he felt the tip of Danny’s pulsating organ pressing against his sphincter. He squeezed his eyes shut and bared his teeth as Danny completely slid inside him. Tom’s initial feeling was like being split in half.
“You okay?” Danny asked, determined to guide Tom along the way. “I know it hurts at first, but after a while, it’ll start to feel good.” Tom smiled at his consideration, and he trusted Danny with all his heart, but it immediately faltered when Danny began pulling back. Tom grabbed the headboard for leverage, his nails digging into the wood, and he whimpered when Danny pushed back inside.
It was like this for about ten minutes: Danny pulling out and pushing back in ever so slowly to give Tom the chance to get used to the feeling. As Tom got accustomed to the sensation, he said something to Danny under his breath, but Danny had to ask him what it was because he hadn’t heard it.
“Faster,” Tom said again, this time being more like a demand than a request. Danny obliged nonetheless, and he soon picked up his speed. Tom migrated his hands from the headboard to claw at Danny’s back as lightly as he possibly could, which wasn’t really what one would call “light.” Danny ignored the pain Tom was giving him and continued to thrust in and out of him with increasing speed.
Tom’s whimpers turned to passionate moans, and Danny started groaning at the pleasurable friction. It sounded like music, actually, now that Tom thought about it; Tom’s high moans contrasting with Danny’s low groans mixed with the rhythmic squeaking of the bed under their weight. Tom secured his legs around Danny’s waist and dug his nails deeper as Danny went as fast as he could. The moans escalated to cries of pure ecstasy, and faster just couldn’t satisfy the growing desire building up in Tom anymore.
“Harder!” he demanded loudly, and Danny was more than happy to grant his wish. So harder Danny went, and Tom could feel the entire room shaking. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard; it was his and Danny’s moment, and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
A familiar feeling began to swell inside Tom, and judging Danny’s labored groans, he knew he was close as well. Tom knew that Danny has had sex with multiple men, and that the possibility of him carrying a disease was more than likely, but right now, he didn’t care. All he wanted was Danny, and Danny was what he’ll get.
“Come inside me,” Tom asked softly between the intervals of his cries. With one final thrust, Tom felt jets of warm liquid shoot inside him, and a second later, strings of white semen danced in the air, landing irregularly on Tom’s stomach. Danny stayed inside of him until his organ was emptied to the last drop, and he slowly pulled out, the foreign liquid making the exit more manageable. They laid spent on the bed, Danny picking up his shirt to clean the mess on Tom’s belly and the ones sliding out of his arse.
They listened to each other’s breathing for some time, and all the while, Tom was thinking to himself like all the other times they were silent.
He doesn’t have to know. I’ll call her up when she comes back from her trip and tell her that it’s over. I’ll think of what to say later. Danny doesn’t have to know… He doesn’t have to know…