PoynterJones
It was drawing near to 9.15pm, when Danny Jones sat down in the interview chair to film his story for the Wonderland DVD. Mcfly had been filming for the best part of the day and their patience had been growing thin with the constant stop-start takes. No one was allowed leave, until everyone had finished and this had especially annoyed Harry, who had been constantly trying to find out the cricket score.
Dougie Poynter sat in a dark corner of the studio, quietly plucking at the strings of his bass, and watching Danny's interview intently, an unreadable expression crossing his face. All the usual questions had been asked, "Whose the smelliest?" and "What scares you the most?", but one question in particular caught Dougie's attention and he lowered his bass to wait for the answer.
When asked what Mcfly get up to onboard the tour bus each night, Danny waited a second before replying, " We like to strip Doug, cos he's a sexy little boy!", in his unmistakeably strong Manchester accent. The crew and Tom and Harry laughed hysterically at his answer, but Dougie just gave a slight smirk to himself, before returning to his bass. Over the past two years the band had gotten to know each other both outside and in, (or so one particular member hoped for the latter!), and living together had aided this process. But from the moment Dougie had laid eyes on Danny he knew he had felt more than boyish friendship towards him. Everything about Danny fascinated him, from his accident prone nature right down to the little glances he shot Dougie on stage.
Drunken nights back at their house almost always ended up with Danny sleeping in Dougie's bed, but Danny scarcely remembered the night before and often laughed off where he ended up in the morning. The only problem was, Dougie never forgot. Sometimes he would just ly awake watching Danny's sleeping form and taking in the perfection that was his body. Recently, Dougie had even taken to tracing little pictures with his finger on Danny's back using Danny's many freckles as guidelines. Unclear feelings of lust and love raced through his mind and Dougie often had to fight the urge to explore Danny all over and take advantage of his drunken state. That was where the love came in, because no matter how much Dougie wanted to screw Danny, he always felt a sense of duty not to do anything without Danny's full knowledge and trust first.
"Cut, thats a wrap everyone" called the director finally. Everyone packed up hastily, planning a few pints and a night cap before heading back to the house. As he clicked his bass case closed, Dougie felt a strong pat on the back that sent shivers down his spine. "What chu doin' tonight Doug?", Danny asked curiously, while crouching down very close to Dougie, so close his breath ruffled Dougie's emo fringe. Dougie wished he wouldn't do that, he was finding it hard enough to hold his composure just watching Danny, never mind him being this close!
"Fargo's it is then", Danny answered for him a sultry and cheeky look in his eyes. Dougie glanced up to meet his gaze and they both had a moment trapped in each others intoxicating stare. "Are you two fucking finished yet? We have a pub to get to, sometime this year!", Harry yelled jokingly, compeltlt missing the chemistry between his two bandmates. The pair jumped up quickly and hurried out, Dougie falling behind Danny, smiling to himself.
Dougie Poynter sat in a dark corner of the studio, quietly plucking at the strings of his bass, and watching Danny's interview intently, an unreadable expression crossing his face. All the usual questions had been asked, "Whose the smelliest?" and "What scares you the most?", but one question in particular caught Dougie's attention and he lowered his bass to wait for the answer.
When asked what Mcfly get up to onboard the tour bus each night, Danny waited a second before replying, " We like to strip Doug, cos he's a sexy little boy!", in his unmistakeably strong Manchester accent. The crew and Tom and Harry laughed hysterically at his answer, but Dougie just gave a slight smirk to himself, before returning to his bass. Over the past two years the band had gotten to know each other both outside and in, (or so one particular member hoped for the latter!), and living together had aided this process. But from the moment Dougie had laid eyes on Danny he knew he had felt more than boyish friendship towards him. Everything about Danny fascinated him, from his accident prone nature right down to the little glances he shot Dougie on stage.
Drunken nights back at their house almost always ended up with Danny sleeping in Dougie's bed, but Danny scarcely remembered the night before and often laughed off where he ended up in the morning. The only problem was, Dougie never forgot. Sometimes he would just ly awake watching Danny's sleeping form and taking in the perfection that was his body. Recently, Dougie had even taken to tracing little pictures with his finger on Danny's back using Danny's many freckles as guidelines. Unclear feelings of lust and love raced through his mind and Dougie often had to fight the urge to explore Danny all over and take advantage of his drunken state. That was where the love came in, because no matter how much Dougie wanted to screw Danny, he always felt a sense of duty not to do anything without Danny's full knowledge and trust first.
"Cut, thats a wrap everyone" called the director finally. Everyone packed up hastily, planning a few pints and a night cap before heading back to the house. As he clicked his bass case closed, Dougie felt a strong pat on the back that sent shivers down his spine. "What chu doin' tonight Doug?", Danny asked curiously, while crouching down very close to Dougie, so close his breath ruffled Dougie's emo fringe. Dougie wished he wouldn't do that, he was finding it hard enough to hold his composure just watching Danny, never mind him being this close!
"Fargo's it is then", Danny answered for him a sultry and cheeky look in his eyes. Dougie glanced up to meet his gaze and they both had a moment trapped in each others intoxicating stare. "Are you two fucking finished yet? We have a pub to get to, sometime this year!", Harry yelled jokingly, compeltlt missing the chemistry between his two bandmates. The pair jumped up quickly and hurried out, Dougie falling behind Danny, smiling to himself.