Rediscovered (Prompt 003. Valentines Day)
Title: Rediscovered
Author: Me, coloured_dream previously dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones.
Rating: R, maybe NC17
Summary: Danny tries to prove his and Tom's relationship can withstand anything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my sanity.
AN: Let’s just pretend Tom and Danny aren’t part of McFly okay. Written with prompt: 003. Valentines Day as requested by catching_clouds from my prompt tables here. Written quite quickly hence the fact I’m not too sure of it. Comments are loved and con-crit, as always, is welcomed.
Cold drops of rain dimpled the dirty puddles collecting in the gutter as they fell, hard and fast. A blonde man with spiked locks cursed, gaining a few disapproving looks from passers by. Ignoring them he pulled up his hood and continued walking, the cold February wind whipping down the narrow streets, reddening his cheeks as he pushed through the nine to five crowds of businessmen and women.
In an apartment that over looked the busy city a curly haired brunette bustled around busily. Dirty raindrops pelted the large windows with a rhythmic pitter-patter, blurring the streetlights outside. Soft music played in the background, the smell of the pizza he’d prepared cut carefully into a heart, the edges a little jiggered and not perfect, filled the atmosphere mixing with the smell of the scented candles placed neatly on the coffee table, the orange flame flickering against the lightly painted walls.
He smiled to himself brushing soft curls from out of his eyes as he moved back to the kitchen pouring himself a glass of wine and arranging the table. He hummed softly to himself caught up in the preparation, feeling giddily excited to see what the reaction would be. Hearing the key in the front door he shrugged off the apron he was wearing and quickly seating himself, waiting.
Normally February 14th passed without so much of a blink of an eye. They never usually needed to prove their love with store bought candies and cards with love poems inside. However, this year the brunette felt his lovers job was starting to take over, their love not quite as pure as it use to be, diluted a little by the pressures of nine to five life.
Pulling off his rain soaked coat and hanging it up on the coat peg by the door Tom Fletcher raked a hand through his main of dirty blonde hair, moving through to the lounge. The delicious smell of cooking met his senses, wetting his appetite and making his tummy rumble, lips curving into a smile as he stepped into the kitchen.
His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape at the sight before him. A dozen or so tea light candles were dotted across the counter tops, flickering. On the table, set with the best cutlery, stood two glasses of red wine, a single red rose in a make shift pint glass vase, and a heart shaped pizza. The brunette, his boyfriend, was seated watching him, almost blinding him with that toothpaste ad smile.
“Danny?” his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s all this in aid of?” he spoke higher than usual voice echoed against the apple green walls.
The brunette just grinned, head cocking. “It’s valentines day. I kinda figured we should do something for a change.” with a simple smile Danny handed him the glass of wine, pulling back a chair and instructing Tom to sit down with a wave of his hand.
His stomach churned and dropped. He’d forgotten, been too busy at work and suddenly, all the insignificant worries about not mailing that report and stressing over the meeting he had to attend tomorrow morning at nine on the dot seemed to melt away, lift from off his shoulders.
The worries were quick to be replaced by unsettling guilt crackling like the fires of hell in the pit of his stomach. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world, knew he’d been neglecting their relationship, run down by work, pushing Danny aside, and hated himself for doing so.
It felt strange to actually sit down together, eat, and talk about their day. It reminded Tom of the very beginning of their relationship how they’d stay awake for hours on end just talking. It was almost poignant how this was the longest they’d sat down together in months. Usually it was just a chaste glance before both rushed off to work, Tom’s job in the city was so demanding he’d rush out in the early hours of the morning, not having chance to stop and share breakfast with the brunette, grabbing a slice of toast and chastely kiss Danny’s cheek as he departed.
Danny felt an ache in his stomach when Tom left for work, feeling lonely and somewhat isolated. Sometimes in the dead of night the brunette would lay awake, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling the blonde’s breath on the back of his neck as he slept soundly. He often wondered why they were still a couple when asleep in the same bed was the most contact he had with him.
He loved him it was simple, but was love really enough to keep them together?
They were two total opposites. Their worlds had collided, literally, on a rainy day five years ago. Tom had been rushing off to a meeting, crashed into the rain soaked brunette. Helping him up his hand lingering over the brunette’s a little longer than necessary. It was a simple accident they’d bumped into one another in the rush, but the blonde, profusely apologizing had asked him if he’d like to go for a coffee, his meeting forgotten, and the rest as they say is history!
“I’m sorry I’ve not really been around.” Tom looked up eyes dark and glinting in sadness, locking with the brunette’s.
Danny shrugged his shoulders and smiled weakly. “You’ve got to work,” dropping the crust of the pizza onto the plate he stood up, brushing the crumbs off his shirt and glancing towards Tom. “It would be nice if we got to spend more time together though.” he didn’t want to take Tom on a guilt trip, could see the swirls of regret in his chocolate brown eyes; he just wanted it to feel like he did six months ago.
“I’ll go and run you a bath, yeah; you look like you could do with a relaxing soak.” Tom nodded smiling softly as Danny moved towards the door a hand brushing over his shoulder as he went.
“Perhaps you could join me?” Tom looked up expectantly, lips curling and meeting Danny’s eyes, the brunette’s cheeks flushing a soft pink as he disappeared without replying.
*
Soapy fresh and silky skinned Tom moved towards the bedroom, a towel hung loosely around his waist, beads of condensation rolling across creamy skin. His blonde hair, curled a little at the nape of his neck, shone in the soft light flowing from the bedroom.
Stepping inside his eyes were drawn to the figure on the bed, Danny’s freckled features highlighted by the moonlight flowing through the curtains. Tom smiled pulling on his boxers and creeping forwards, slipping between the sheets. He still felt insanely guilty he’d forgotten, hadn’t even gotten Danny a card. Had he really been that wrapped up in work, too busy to be part of their relationship?
Turning to face him Danny’s head lifted, lips curling a hand resting on the blonde’s forearm. Tom smiled hesitantly as the gap closed and their lips met softly, taking away all the thoughts and the guilt that ate away below pale skin. It all felt band new, fresh and exciting, kisses deepening and hands dipping, stroking across naked, warm skin.
As bodies moved, seeking out comfort and pleasurable friction Danny felt the missed warmth of Tom’s body over his own, touching freckled flesh and arousing goose bumps in waves of blissful rapture in the way only Tom could.
His jaw fell slack and for the first time in along time they were close, closer than they had been in months, it didn’t feel like just a quick fumble, a need for release. It was different, intense even. Danny’s fingers curved against Tom’s hipbone, quelling a groan and pushing stripy boxers free, lips joining once more with haste.
Tom’s erection was hot and heavy as Danny’s fingers curved around straining arousal, moving slowly. The blonde gasped and arched, breathe warm and sultry against the side of his neck as he gasped for air.
He arched against the brunette as his fingers pulled and clawed at the clothing he was wearing, an old faded tee, and pale blue boxers. The t-shirt was pulled free first, boxers inched lower as fingers crept across newly uncovered and freckled flesh. The blonde almost expected Danny to stop him, halt the movements of his fingers.
He didn’t!
It was Danny that leant across to the bedside table, retrieving the condoms and lube and dropping them into the blondes open palm. He looked quizzically between them and the brunette’s lopsidedly smiling features an encouraged nod of his head, curls splaying, and eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Each touch, even the most intimate ones, were soft the kisses dulling the edges and the stab of pain. With a slackened jaw and a encouraged murmur of the blonde’s name Tom was slicking himself up, rolling the condom on and lifting the brunette’s legs, rocking on home with a simple and smooth thrust forwards.
Danny’s legs twisted around Tom’s waist, the odd freckle standing out against the canvas of pure white skin, teeth gritting at the stab of pain that zigzagged along his spine, burning hot like a river flow of lava.
It felt so good, so perfect, and intense. He felt alive, body thrumming, mind swirling with the simple caresses Tom’s thumb made over his the skin on his shoulder as he fought to find a rhythm, keep momentum, and not tumble so soon.
It was like a wave, that washed over Danny’s body totally unexpected, and crushing from within. He felt the warmth of Tom’s fingers twist around his erection, moving and teasing. It had been so long since he’d felt pleasure so intense, but the end was nearing so quickly and Danny wanted to make it last a little longer. However, with whispered sweet nothings and chaste kisses combined with the heated touch of Tom’s talented fingers he was falling.
He wasn’t sure he would ever stop falling. His body writhed and twisted in the sheets, shudders wracking from deep within. He felt the warmth pool between moving stomach, sticky and cloying, felt Tom’s breathe hitch and his minty tasting lips crash against his own, bodily defences crumbling as a blistering insight into his own high won out, impairing all thoughts.
Danny felt the warmth fill him, even through the condom, over sensitized body still buzzing. He forced his lips to work against Tom’s, nibbling on his lower lip as the blonde was dragged into the whirlpool of pleasure, chest rising and heart thumping a half formed call of Danny’s name working its way up his throat.
Together they lay the covers crinkled and creased, body sticky with sweat. As they disjoined Danny layback with a hefty sigh, watching Tom clean himself off he felt a newer glittering wave of lust and adoration swamp him.
A sensed of heaviness pressed down upon him, eyelids falling but not quite closing. Fresher and less sticky Tom crawled back on the bed, whispering a ‘I love you’ against Danny’s ears as he slid below the sheets once more, warm breath tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck a arm thrown across his lovers stomach dragging him slight closer.
Was love really enough to keep them together?
Danny smiled his question answered, heart swelling. They didn’t need fancy romantic gestures to know just the words themselves, simple and lustful. It didn’t matter, all Danny needed was the acknowledgment that those little niggles weren’t true, that they weren’t slipping apart. Tom had given him that made him see they all paled in comparison.
Turning in Tom’s arms his lips quirked into a smile, words whispered back with a gentle and sultry kiss. “I love you, too!”
And he did!
Author: Me, coloured_dream previously dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Fletcher/Jones.
Rating: R, maybe NC17
Summary: Danny tries to prove his and Tom's relationship can withstand anything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my sanity.
AN: Let’s just pretend Tom and Danny aren’t part of McFly okay. Written with prompt: 003. Valentines Day as requested by catching_clouds from my prompt tables here. Written quite quickly hence the fact I’m not too sure of it. Comments are loved and con-crit, as always, is welcomed.
Cold drops of rain dimpled the dirty puddles collecting in the gutter as they fell, hard and fast. A blonde man with spiked locks cursed, gaining a few disapproving looks from passers by. Ignoring them he pulled up his hood and continued walking, the cold February wind whipping down the narrow streets, reddening his cheeks as he pushed through the nine to five crowds of businessmen and women.
In an apartment that over looked the busy city a curly haired brunette bustled around busily. Dirty raindrops pelted the large windows with a rhythmic pitter-patter, blurring the streetlights outside. Soft music played in the background, the smell of the pizza he’d prepared cut carefully into a heart, the edges a little jiggered and not perfect, filled the atmosphere mixing with the smell of the scented candles placed neatly on the coffee table, the orange flame flickering against the lightly painted walls.
He smiled to himself brushing soft curls from out of his eyes as he moved back to the kitchen pouring himself a glass of wine and arranging the table. He hummed softly to himself caught up in the preparation, feeling giddily excited to see what the reaction would be. Hearing the key in the front door he shrugged off the apron he was wearing and quickly seating himself, waiting.
Normally February 14th passed without so much of a blink of an eye. They never usually needed to prove their love with store bought candies and cards with love poems inside. However, this year the brunette felt his lovers job was starting to take over, their love not quite as pure as it use to be, diluted a little by the pressures of nine to five life.
Pulling off his rain soaked coat and hanging it up on the coat peg by the door Tom Fletcher raked a hand through his main of dirty blonde hair, moving through to the lounge. The delicious smell of cooking met his senses, wetting his appetite and making his tummy rumble, lips curving into a smile as he stepped into the kitchen.
His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape at the sight before him. A dozen or so tea light candles were dotted across the counter tops, flickering. On the table, set with the best cutlery, stood two glasses of red wine, a single red rose in a make shift pint glass vase, and a heart shaped pizza. The brunette, his boyfriend, was seated watching him, almost blinding him with that toothpaste ad smile.
“Danny?” his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s all this in aid of?” he spoke higher than usual voice echoed against the apple green walls.
The brunette just grinned, head cocking. “It’s valentines day. I kinda figured we should do something for a change.” with a simple smile Danny handed him the glass of wine, pulling back a chair and instructing Tom to sit down with a wave of his hand.
His stomach churned and dropped. He’d forgotten, been too busy at work and suddenly, all the insignificant worries about not mailing that report and stressing over the meeting he had to attend tomorrow morning at nine on the dot seemed to melt away, lift from off his shoulders.
The worries were quick to be replaced by unsettling guilt crackling like the fires of hell in the pit of his stomach. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world, knew he’d been neglecting their relationship, run down by work, pushing Danny aside, and hated himself for doing so.
It felt strange to actually sit down together, eat, and talk about their day. It reminded Tom of the very beginning of their relationship how they’d stay awake for hours on end just talking. It was almost poignant how this was the longest they’d sat down together in months. Usually it was just a chaste glance before both rushed off to work, Tom’s job in the city was so demanding he’d rush out in the early hours of the morning, not having chance to stop and share breakfast with the brunette, grabbing a slice of toast and chastely kiss Danny’s cheek as he departed.
Danny felt an ache in his stomach when Tom left for work, feeling lonely and somewhat isolated. Sometimes in the dead of night the brunette would lay awake, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling the blonde’s breath on the back of his neck as he slept soundly. He often wondered why they were still a couple when asleep in the same bed was the most contact he had with him.
He loved him it was simple, but was love really enough to keep them together?
They were two total opposites. Their worlds had collided, literally, on a rainy day five years ago. Tom had been rushing off to a meeting, crashed into the rain soaked brunette. Helping him up his hand lingering over the brunette’s a little longer than necessary. It was a simple accident they’d bumped into one another in the rush, but the blonde, profusely apologizing had asked him if he’d like to go for a coffee, his meeting forgotten, and the rest as they say is history!
“I’m sorry I’ve not really been around.” Tom looked up eyes dark and glinting in sadness, locking with the brunette’s.
Danny shrugged his shoulders and smiled weakly. “You’ve got to work,” dropping the crust of the pizza onto the plate he stood up, brushing the crumbs off his shirt and glancing towards Tom. “It would be nice if we got to spend more time together though.” he didn’t want to take Tom on a guilt trip, could see the swirls of regret in his chocolate brown eyes; he just wanted it to feel like he did six months ago.
“I’ll go and run you a bath, yeah; you look like you could do with a relaxing soak.” Tom nodded smiling softly as Danny moved towards the door a hand brushing over his shoulder as he went.
“Perhaps you could join me?” Tom looked up expectantly, lips curling and meeting Danny’s eyes, the brunette’s cheeks flushing a soft pink as he disappeared without replying.
*
Soapy fresh and silky skinned Tom moved towards the bedroom, a towel hung loosely around his waist, beads of condensation rolling across creamy skin. His blonde hair, curled a little at the nape of his neck, shone in the soft light flowing from the bedroom.
Stepping inside his eyes were drawn to the figure on the bed, Danny’s freckled features highlighted by the moonlight flowing through the curtains. Tom smiled pulling on his boxers and creeping forwards, slipping between the sheets. He still felt insanely guilty he’d forgotten, hadn’t even gotten Danny a card. Had he really been that wrapped up in work, too busy to be part of their relationship?
Turning to face him Danny’s head lifted, lips curling a hand resting on the blonde’s forearm. Tom smiled hesitantly as the gap closed and their lips met softly, taking away all the thoughts and the guilt that ate away below pale skin. It all felt band new, fresh and exciting, kisses deepening and hands dipping, stroking across naked, warm skin.
As bodies moved, seeking out comfort and pleasurable friction Danny felt the missed warmth of Tom’s body over his own, touching freckled flesh and arousing goose bumps in waves of blissful rapture in the way only Tom could.
His jaw fell slack and for the first time in along time they were close, closer than they had been in months, it didn’t feel like just a quick fumble, a need for release. It was different, intense even. Danny’s fingers curved against Tom’s hipbone, quelling a groan and pushing stripy boxers free, lips joining once more with haste.
Tom’s erection was hot and heavy as Danny’s fingers curved around straining arousal, moving slowly. The blonde gasped and arched, breathe warm and sultry against the side of his neck as he gasped for air.
He arched against the brunette as his fingers pulled and clawed at the clothing he was wearing, an old faded tee, and pale blue boxers. The t-shirt was pulled free first, boxers inched lower as fingers crept across newly uncovered and freckled flesh. The blonde almost expected Danny to stop him, halt the movements of his fingers.
He didn’t!
It was Danny that leant across to the bedside table, retrieving the condoms and lube and dropping them into the blondes open palm. He looked quizzically between them and the brunette’s lopsidedly smiling features an encouraged nod of his head, curls splaying, and eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Each touch, even the most intimate ones, were soft the kisses dulling the edges and the stab of pain. With a slackened jaw and a encouraged murmur of the blonde’s name Tom was slicking himself up, rolling the condom on and lifting the brunette’s legs, rocking on home with a simple and smooth thrust forwards.
Danny’s legs twisted around Tom’s waist, the odd freckle standing out against the canvas of pure white skin, teeth gritting at the stab of pain that zigzagged along his spine, burning hot like a river flow of lava.
It felt so good, so perfect, and intense. He felt alive, body thrumming, mind swirling with the simple caresses Tom’s thumb made over his the skin on his shoulder as he fought to find a rhythm, keep momentum, and not tumble so soon.
It was like a wave, that washed over Danny’s body totally unexpected, and crushing from within. He felt the warmth of Tom’s fingers twist around his erection, moving and teasing. It had been so long since he’d felt pleasure so intense, but the end was nearing so quickly and Danny wanted to make it last a little longer. However, with whispered sweet nothings and chaste kisses combined with the heated touch of Tom’s talented fingers he was falling.
He wasn’t sure he would ever stop falling. His body writhed and twisted in the sheets, shudders wracking from deep within. He felt the warmth pool between moving stomach, sticky and cloying, felt Tom’s breathe hitch and his minty tasting lips crash against his own, bodily defences crumbling as a blistering insight into his own high won out, impairing all thoughts.
Danny felt the warmth fill him, even through the condom, over sensitized body still buzzing. He forced his lips to work against Tom’s, nibbling on his lower lip as the blonde was dragged into the whirlpool of pleasure, chest rising and heart thumping a half formed call of Danny’s name working its way up his throat.
Together they lay the covers crinkled and creased, body sticky with sweat. As they disjoined Danny layback with a hefty sigh, watching Tom clean himself off he felt a newer glittering wave of lust and adoration swamp him.
A sensed of heaviness pressed down upon him, eyelids falling but not quite closing. Fresher and less sticky Tom crawled back on the bed, whispering a ‘I love you’ against Danny’s ears as he slid below the sheets once more, warm breath tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck a arm thrown across his lovers stomach dragging him slight closer.
Was love really enough to keep them together?
Danny smiled his question answered, heart swelling. They didn’t need fancy romantic gestures to know just the words themselves, simple and lustful. It didn’t matter, all Danny needed was the acknowledgment that those little niggles weren’t true, that they weren’t slipping apart. Tom had given him that made him see they all paled in comparison.
Turning in Tom’s arms his lips quirked into a smile, words whispered back with a gentle and sultry kiss. “I love you, too!”
And he did!