A Whole 'Nother Level - FletcherJones Standalone
Title: A Whole 'Nother Level
Author: Me, your friendly messenger and her pet penguin, Lord of Pie
Pairing: FletcherJones. OTP <3
Part: 1/1 - Standalone
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and a little something extra
Summary: A playful shove leads to the spilling of a revelation...
Disclaimer: No CCTV. No evidence. *wibble*
A/N: Another fic from me that's topical. Inspired by the boys' recent stint presenting links on a music channel. Comments are love. <3
“You want us to what?!” they’d said with their expressions, but just Harry vocally.
“Present the Top 100 Amazingly Brilliant No.1s for the Smash Hits channel” some lackey attached to their record label relayed to them once more even though everyone knew the foursome had heard the first time “Its still promo, guys. We’ll even call it McFLY’s Top 100 Amazingly Brilliant No.1s”
A pause, maybe even a sigh and an exchange of looks. “OK then”
And that led to now. Tom and Danny were just trying to hash together a link of presentable proportions (“Danny! Stop making up ridiculous words!” “I’m not!” “HARRY! Help!”) whilst yelled for drummer along with bassist stood in the wings, watching and sometimes sniggering. Exactly like what their fellow bandmates did when either combination of twosomes were in front of the camera.
Finally managing to hit the nail on the head, the director called for lunch and a lot of the crew plus Harry and Dougie scuttled away into another room, where delicious food awaited.
Tom looked at Danny. Danny looked at Tom. They were still sat on the cushioned boxes in the oddly flowery, purple coloured set. As the link goes, Tom had only put his hand on Danny’s shoulder and gotten him to sit down again. Now he felt the urge to do a lot more.
With a sly smile, he shoved at the brunette’s shoulder, completely catching him unawares but not quite off balance. He tried again, this time by gripping the muscle and pushing as hard as he could. His grin was burgeoning but then his amusement faltered when he saw Danny reach for one of the pockets on his grey hoodie and tug just as ferociously. If I go down, you’re coming with me, his blue eyes spoke to the bewildered blonde.
Tom could’ve let go with immediate effect. Tom could’ve ignored or even missed what Danny’s gaze was telling him with such intensity. Tom could’ve slapped the idiot in the chops (wasn’t unheard of) for him to be released.
But overall, Tom Fletcher was as stubborn as hell. So, with his fingers acting like a vice on grey blazer and his bandmate’s hand having wheedled its way onto his body too, one tiny push sent them falling backwards, landing sprawled and awkward on…each other.
“Ow” Danny said after a few moments of pure silence, in a surprisingly flat voice, as Tom’s nose squashed uncomfortably against his chest.
The blonde’s leg was thrown over his thighs and the guitarist coughed, thinking that it might wake Tom from his stillness.
“You idiot” came a muffled voice and Danny tried not to ask himself whether or not it was Tom’s body heat that he could feel engulfing his limbs.
Instead, he replied indignantly with, “Me?”
Tom finally looked up dazedly, aiming his brown eyes straight at Danny as the pair stared at one another. Then something happened. Something that didn’t seem to sit right. One minute Tom was insulting him (nothing unusual) and then the next; he’d shifted his weight up and had fallen with his lips on his best friend’s. OK, OK, so fallen was probably a really bad adjective but a) Danny suspected that he didn’t know what ‘adjective’ meant anyway and b) HEL-LO! Lips. Tom. Best Friend. On. His. Not exactly an activity that happened very often. In fact, it was the first time in Danny’s mind that it had. That he could remember. Maybe Tom was like one of those girls (fine, two…three…four? Meh!) that he’d slept with and then forgotten about…
The ‘kiss’ only lasted a second or two, if that. It was chaste and seemed that if Tom was drunk then that was how they’d end up kissing. Ordinary. Boring. Uneventful and certainly with no tongues.
Danny blinked, not liking where his thoughts were headed, (then again, he never did. See? It was bad to think properly, seriously!) and shook his head when they broke apart, curls moving.
What the fuck was that?! “So, do you insult everyone before you kiss them?”
Tom raised his chin at him slightly to regard Danny properly as he was still postioned a little lower than the guy underneath him. Danny. Underneath. Him. Whoa.
“I…” he went to say then realised that he didn’t know what to say and just swallowed hard in a non-verbal response.
“The fuck, Tom?” he asked lazily, laying his head down on the cold concrete floor, mostly so that he didn’t have to watch his best friend try to explain again.
Danny breathed out in a rush when he felt Tom’s wedged arm lift from his ribcage, along with the rest of his toned body. The brunette refused to study him as he sat up with his back to him. He joined him eventually in the more upright position.
“I…” was the only piece of explanation that Tom had given him. He was glad that it was all cleared up.
“Hey” he spoke softly, dropping his not that high voice down an even further few notches as he bumped shoulders affectionately with the blonde. They’d kissed. So what? It wasn’t that much of one anyway.
“I’m…sorry” Tom ventured slowly but when the words were out, Danny watched his shoulders visibly slump. Relief? Regret? Resi…resigna…yeah, that other one and more words beginning with R.
“No worries” Danny smiled, incident already forgotten, even though he was busy thinking how Tom had been acting kinda strange for a few days now. Off he went again, thinking. If the other guys knew what he thought about and the circles he got himself into then they’d be more appreciative of and grateful for the stuff that actually made its way out of his mouth, despite it being sometimes a bit…dopey sounding.
He looked around at the deserted set, his ears tuning in to the chattering noises next door. With one quick glance at Tom who was sat staring at his hands in his lap, Danny made a gesture of rubbing his stomach, “God, I’m starving. Let’s go eat!”
Any other time and he perhaps would have grabbed his best friend’s hand and yanked him up to a stand also but Danny didn’t think that was a 100% safe bet considering the circumstances. The…what had happened didn’t go totally unnoticed of course (then he really would be a moron) and there was his reasoning.
He was halfway across the room, slightly unnerved by not having Tom’s footsteps directly behind him, when the blonde said quietly, “I broke up with her”
Danny thought about carrying on walking and if Tom cornered him later then he could always feign innocence and give him a bullshit answer of he didn’t hear him but Danny wasn’t that heartless. Kiss or no kiss (that okay, had sorta ruffled his feathers a bit, just because it was so random), Tom was still, first and foremost, his best mate in the whole universe.
He spun around, finding Tom sat where he’d left him.
“Who?” he answered idiotically, like it was expected of him, but it was all an act anyway.
Tom simply rolled his eyes and gazed to the left, watching the way the daylight slanted across the floor as Danny retraced his steps.
“I thought everything with you and Gi was fine?” Danny inquired gently after nothing more was uttered.
This in itself was kinda worrying because Tom was never usually short of a few words. Danny liked that about him. It meant he could be lazy sometimes.
Danny watched his shoulders move barely, trying to be a shrug, “I don’t see her anymore, y’know?” Unexpectedly, brown eyes moved and searched for reassuring blue. Danny nodded, encouraging even though it felt weird to be the one playing agony aunt to Tom’s, well…agony. “It’s hard, and don’t you dare make a joke right now”
Danny might’ve drawn quick breath, in surprise, as the blonde’s voice warned him sternly and a long, pale finger swished in his direction. It seemed like having this conversation, with anyone was…you couldn’t say Tom was enjoying talking about it exactly, seeing as everyone thought him and his pretty, brunette girlfriend was the greatest matched couple since…since…a couple greatly matched, but it already looked to Danny as if these silent moments were of a major relief for him. So, the guitarist did as requested and kept rightfully schtum, even going as far as praying that his friend would continue to pour his heart out.
“I mean, I love my job, I love what I do, I love her” he shook his head, grimacing, “Sorry, loved”
This really got Danny’s attention, shocking him even, “what?!”
Tom looked at him with a darkening gaze, “Danny, can’t you just listen to me for once?”
He thought about throwing that straight back - first, he gets branded an idiot and then apparently he doesn’t listen enough - but decided not to as avoiding a slap, or even worse a punch, was best. Then again, maybe if he explained his shock…
“No, no, I didn’t mean it” he tried to clarify, his hand immediately, naturally, moving to rest on Tom’s covered arm “not in that way. I’m just…shocked that’s all”
Another, rather pitiful sigh, Tom acting like Danny didn’t get it, but he battled on anyway, “I see her when I can, she knows that, and it’s nice” he stared down at the ring on his middle finger as he absently twisted it round and round, “its really nice…we do, did, God, I don’t know! We do” he ploughed on valiantly, sounding as if by talking aloud he was also getting things re-aligned inside his head “coupley things…”
Furniture, Danny idly mused after coming up with such a complex word like ‘re-aligned’. Although once you take your eye off the ball…
“…we fuck, it’s great but-”
…then a goal gets scored by the opposite team. Quite literally by the sounds of it!
Danny laughed lightly, transferring his hand to the blonde’s shoulder and squeezing momentarily, “I don’t want to know about that, dude. Even if she is hot”
An unimpressed glance and Tom’s back to talking to him like he’s a moron. Well, it’s better than knowing about his bandmate’s apparently “great” sex life. Wait!
“The sex is great and you broke up with her?” Danny raised his eyebrows now like Tom’s the moron, not him, “Man, you’re fucked”
“I knew talking to you was a mistake” he muttered with a sigh and his brown eyes finding the floor very interesting once more.
It all suddenly began to click into place for his bandmate though. Finally.
“You’ve fucked someone else, haven’t you?” Tom felt him nudge his elbow, in the suggestive crude way that seems to be synonymous with blokes referring to sex, “You cheated on Gi”
“What? No!” Danny watched Tom's appalled face and realised sheepishly that he’d probably judged this one wrong. Maybe Tom was right after all. Maybe it was a mistaking being told all this. Maybe someone like Harry would’ve been better…
He’d almost thought of yelling for the drummer when curiosity got the better of him and strangled him until he had to choke out, “So why kick her to the curb then?”
He thought he was imagining Tom blushing hotly but when he sees him reach up to ruffle his hair self consciously, Danny knew he’d actually not just imagined a single thing.
“I’m in love with someone else” Tom bites his lip but his friend is there, staring at him hard and not missing the tiniest of smiles that he’s trying to force back.
“Who?” Danny’s astonished he got the word to leave, his mouth having gone completely dry and his voice spilling forth hoarsely.
Tom’s eyes seemed to change into impossibly darker, “Me…Gi…we’re never together, it’s getting harder to hold down a relationship with someone I don’t see regularly enough and the sex may be great but its awful too because fuck me, I keep thinking about that someone else and its so wrong and so fucking unfair and…yeah” he sighed, “That’s why I broke up with my girlfriend”
A stunned silence followed as Danny tried to grope around for something helpful or comforting to say. Their hands are nowhere near each other anymore.
“So you’re in love with someone that you haven’t had sex with?”
Tom stared ahead, unblinking, saying nothing, because either he couldn’t be bothered to tell Danny to stop with the unfortunately inappropriate questions or because he was actually…
“Yeah. That’s exactly it” he does more of the biting his lip lark, “And I don’t know whether you’re ready for this but fuck it, that someone I’m in love with? Is a guy”
“Holy shit!” Danny clamped his hand over his mouth as soon as he’d exclaimed it but yeah, it had still happened.
Luckily, Tom laughed, looking just as shell shocked by it all, “Yeah. Precisely”
“I…Tom…I…nope, I got nothing”
With his laughter slowed into a grin, he leaned towards his bandmate, like he was about to divulge his real secret, “Wanna know something else?”
Danny surveyed Tom’s impish smile, brown eyes that now seemed to twinkle at him and tips of blonde hair that seemed to want to reach out for him. Clearly, he was starting to lose his mind.
Tom pressed his lips to Danny’s again. Tom. Lips. Danny. Kiss. WHAT?! And what was up with all this chaste kissing?
Danny clenched Tom’s shoulder brutally and wrenched his face back, a rush of déjà vu flooding his system.
“Is…is that person…” he cleared his throat, brought his fist up to his lips then tried again with just a simple Yes or No question, “Are you in love with me, Tom?”
“Finally the idiot gets it”
Danny couldn’t work out Tom’s grin. He frowned in confusion, “but you’re not gay”
The laugh happened again, “Or doesn’t. Listen Dan, maybe I’m not fully blown, ‘here, have a shiny suit and here’s Graham Norton, your new best friend’ gay but I bloody well am bisexual at least and now this person who’s bisexual at least would like to kiss you if that’s alright?”
Danny had agreed with a nod before he’d even really thought it through then his head was reassuring him that kissing Tom was tamer than kissing your granny until said blonde bandmate and best friend all but lunged at him with the intention of properly kissing him.
Again, they ended up sprawled on the floor together but in very different circumstances. Tom briefly touched Danny’s cheek before the brunette felt the gentle swipe of a tongue begging for access. Almost shaking with uncertainty, he felt himself fall deeper into the kiss and grow unexplainably hard. OK, so not technically unexplainable because there was always plenty of people (even if it was just fans) whispering about how damn gorgeous Tom was (and even better the fact that he didn’t believe it or know it) but that thought had never occurred to Danny much, consciously anyway, beyond the ‘lookin’ good tonight, Tom’ when they went out to get plastered. This whole…thing, if his best friend continued to work on it, work on him, was going to be one hell of a scary adventure.
Quaking in his Nike trainers but to cover up that fact, Danny ended their tentative but rhythmical exchange and said the first thing that popped into his head,
“So then. When do we fuck?”
FIN.
Author: Me, your friendly messenger and her pet penguin, Lord of Pie
Pairing: FletcherJones. OTP <3
Part: 1/1 - Standalone
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and a little something extra
Summary: A playful shove leads to the spilling of a revelation...
Disclaimer: No CCTV. No evidence. *wibble*
A/N: Another fic from me that's topical. Inspired by the boys' recent stint presenting links on a music channel. Comments are love. <3
“You want us to what?!” they’d said with their expressions, but just Harry vocally.
“Present the Top 100 Amazingly Brilliant No.1s for the Smash Hits channel” some lackey attached to their record label relayed to them once more even though everyone knew the foursome had heard the first time “Its still promo, guys. We’ll even call it McFLY’s Top 100 Amazingly Brilliant No.1s”
A pause, maybe even a sigh and an exchange of looks. “OK then”
And that led to now. Tom and Danny were just trying to hash together a link of presentable proportions (“Danny! Stop making up ridiculous words!” “I’m not!” “HARRY! Help!”) whilst yelled for drummer along with bassist stood in the wings, watching and sometimes sniggering. Exactly like what their fellow bandmates did when either combination of twosomes were in front of the camera.
Finally managing to hit the nail on the head, the director called for lunch and a lot of the crew plus Harry and Dougie scuttled away into another room, where delicious food awaited.
Tom looked at Danny. Danny looked at Tom. They were still sat on the cushioned boxes in the oddly flowery, purple coloured set. As the link goes, Tom had only put his hand on Danny’s shoulder and gotten him to sit down again. Now he felt the urge to do a lot more.
With a sly smile, he shoved at the brunette’s shoulder, completely catching him unawares but not quite off balance. He tried again, this time by gripping the muscle and pushing as hard as he could. His grin was burgeoning but then his amusement faltered when he saw Danny reach for one of the pockets on his grey hoodie and tug just as ferociously. If I go down, you’re coming with me, his blue eyes spoke to the bewildered blonde.
Tom could’ve let go with immediate effect. Tom could’ve ignored or even missed what Danny’s gaze was telling him with such intensity. Tom could’ve slapped the idiot in the chops (wasn’t unheard of) for him to be released.
But overall, Tom Fletcher was as stubborn as hell. So, with his fingers acting like a vice on grey blazer and his bandmate’s hand having wheedled its way onto his body too, one tiny push sent them falling backwards, landing sprawled and awkward on…each other.
“Ow” Danny said after a few moments of pure silence, in a surprisingly flat voice, as Tom’s nose squashed uncomfortably against his chest.
The blonde’s leg was thrown over his thighs and the guitarist coughed, thinking that it might wake Tom from his stillness.
“You idiot” came a muffled voice and Danny tried not to ask himself whether or not it was Tom’s body heat that he could feel engulfing his limbs.
Instead, he replied indignantly with, “Me?”
Tom finally looked up dazedly, aiming his brown eyes straight at Danny as the pair stared at one another. Then something happened. Something that didn’t seem to sit right. One minute Tom was insulting him (nothing unusual) and then the next; he’d shifted his weight up and had fallen with his lips on his best friend’s. OK, OK, so fallen was probably a really bad adjective but a) Danny suspected that he didn’t know what ‘adjective’ meant anyway and b) HEL-LO! Lips. Tom. Best Friend. On. His. Not exactly an activity that happened very often. In fact, it was the first time in Danny’s mind that it had. That he could remember. Maybe Tom was like one of those girls (fine, two…three…four? Meh!) that he’d slept with and then forgotten about…
The ‘kiss’ only lasted a second or two, if that. It was chaste and seemed that if Tom was drunk then that was how they’d end up kissing. Ordinary. Boring. Uneventful and certainly with no tongues.
Danny blinked, not liking where his thoughts were headed, (then again, he never did. See? It was bad to think properly, seriously!) and shook his head when they broke apart, curls moving.
What the fuck was that?! “So, do you insult everyone before you kiss them?”
Tom raised his chin at him slightly to regard Danny properly as he was still postioned a little lower than the guy underneath him. Danny. Underneath. Him. Whoa.
“I…” he went to say then realised that he didn’t know what to say and just swallowed hard in a non-verbal response.
“The fuck, Tom?” he asked lazily, laying his head down on the cold concrete floor, mostly so that he didn’t have to watch his best friend try to explain again.
Danny breathed out in a rush when he felt Tom’s wedged arm lift from his ribcage, along with the rest of his toned body. The brunette refused to study him as he sat up with his back to him. He joined him eventually in the more upright position.
“I…” was the only piece of explanation that Tom had given him. He was glad that it was all cleared up.
“Hey” he spoke softly, dropping his not that high voice down an even further few notches as he bumped shoulders affectionately with the blonde. They’d kissed. So what? It wasn’t that much of one anyway.
“I’m…sorry” Tom ventured slowly but when the words were out, Danny watched his shoulders visibly slump. Relief? Regret? Resi…resigna…yeah, that other one and more words beginning with R.
“No worries” Danny smiled, incident already forgotten, even though he was busy thinking how Tom had been acting kinda strange for a few days now. Off he went again, thinking. If the other guys knew what he thought about and the circles he got himself into then they’d be more appreciative of and grateful for the stuff that actually made its way out of his mouth, despite it being sometimes a bit…dopey sounding.
He looked around at the deserted set, his ears tuning in to the chattering noises next door. With one quick glance at Tom who was sat staring at his hands in his lap, Danny made a gesture of rubbing his stomach, “God, I’m starving. Let’s go eat!”
Any other time and he perhaps would have grabbed his best friend’s hand and yanked him up to a stand also but Danny didn’t think that was a 100% safe bet considering the circumstances. The…what had happened didn’t go totally unnoticed of course (then he really would be a moron) and there was his reasoning.
He was halfway across the room, slightly unnerved by not having Tom’s footsteps directly behind him, when the blonde said quietly, “I broke up with her”
Danny thought about carrying on walking and if Tom cornered him later then he could always feign innocence and give him a bullshit answer of he didn’t hear him but Danny wasn’t that heartless. Kiss or no kiss (that okay, had sorta ruffled his feathers a bit, just because it was so random), Tom was still, first and foremost, his best mate in the whole universe.
He spun around, finding Tom sat where he’d left him.
“Who?” he answered idiotically, like it was expected of him, but it was all an act anyway.
Tom simply rolled his eyes and gazed to the left, watching the way the daylight slanted across the floor as Danny retraced his steps.
“I thought everything with you and Gi was fine?” Danny inquired gently after nothing more was uttered.
This in itself was kinda worrying because Tom was never usually short of a few words. Danny liked that about him. It meant he could be lazy sometimes.
Danny watched his shoulders move barely, trying to be a shrug, “I don’t see her anymore, y’know?” Unexpectedly, brown eyes moved and searched for reassuring blue. Danny nodded, encouraging even though it felt weird to be the one playing agony aunt to Tom’s, well…agony. “It’s hard, and don’t you dare make a joke right now”
Danny might’ve drawn quick breath, in surprise, as the blonde’s voice warned him sternly and a long, pale finger swished in his direction. It seemed like having this conversation, with anyone was…you couldn’t say Tom was enjoying talking about it exactly, seeing as everyone thought him and his pretty, brunette girlfriend was the greatest matched couple since…since…a couple greatly matched, but it already looked to Danny as if these silent moments were of a major relief for him. So, the guitarist did as requested and kept rightfully schtum, even going as far as praying that his friend would continue to pour his heart out.
“I mean, I love my job, I love what I do, I love her” he shook his head, grimacing, “Sorry, loved”
This really got Danny’s attention, shocking him even, “what?!”
Tom looked at him with a darkening gaze, “Danny, can’t you just listen to me for once?”
He thought about throwing that straight back - first, he gets branded an idiot and then apparently he doesn’t listen enough - but decided not to as avoiding a slap, or even worse a punch, was best. Then again, maybe if he explained his shock…
“No, no, I didn’t mean it” he tried to clarify, his hand immediately, naturally, moving to rest on Tom’s covered arm “not in that way. I’m just…shocked that’s all”
Another, rather pitiful sigh, Tom acting like Danny didn’t get it, but he battled on anyway, “I see her when I can, she knows that, and it’s nice” he stared down at the ring on his middle finger as he absently twisted it round and round, “its really nice…we do, did, God, I don’t know! We do” he ploughed on valiantly, sounding as if by talking aloud he was also getting things re-aligned inside his head “coupley things…”
Furniture, Danny idly mused after coming up with such a complex word like ‘re-aligned’. Although once you take your eye off the ball…
“…we fuck, it’s great but-”
…then a goal gets scored by the opposite team. Quite literally by the sounds of it!
Danny laughed lightly, transferring his hand to the blonde’s shoulder and squeezing momentarily, “I don’t want to know about that, dude. Even if she is hot”
An unimpressed glance and Tom’s back to talking to him like he’s a moron. Well, it’s better than knowing about his bandmate’s apparently “great” sex life. Wait!
“The sex is great and you broke up with her?” Danny raised his eyebrows now like Tom’s the moron, not him, “Man, you’re fucked”
“I knew talking to you was a mistake” he muttered with a sigh and his brown eyes finding the floor very interesting once more.
It all suddenly began to click into place for his bandmate though. Finally.
“You’ve fucked someone else, haven’t you?” Tom felt him nudge his elbow, in the suggestive crude way that seems to be synonymous with blokes referring to sex, “You cheated on Gi”
“What? No!” Danny watched Tom's appalled face and realised sheepishly that he’d probably judged this one wrong. Maybe Tom was right after all. Maybe it was a mistaking being told all this. Maybe someone like Harry would’ve been better…
He’d almost thought of yelling for the drummer when curiosity got the better of him and strangled him until he had to choke out, “So why kick her to the curb then?”
He thought he was imagining Tom blushing hotly but when he sees him reach up to ruffle his hair self consciously, Danny knew he’d actually not just imagined a single thing.
“I’m in love with someone else” Tom bites his lip but his friend is there, staring at him hard and not missing the tiniest of smiles that he’s trying to force back.
“Who?” Danny’s astonished he got the word to leave, his mouth having gone completely dry and his voice spilling forth hoarsely.
Tom’s eyes seemed to change into impossibly darker, “Me…Gi…we’re never together, it’s getting harder to hold down a relationship with someone I don’t see regularly enough and the sex may be great but its awful too because fuck me, I keep thinking about that someone else and its so wrong and so fucking unfair and…yeah” he sighed, “That’s why I broke up with my girlfriend”
A stunned silence followed as Danny tried to grope around for something helpful or comforting to say. Their hands are nowhere near each other anymore.
“So you’re in love with someone that you haven’t had sex with?”
Tom stared ahead, unblinking, saying nothing, because either he couldn’t be bothered to tell Danny to stop with the unfortunately inappropriate questions or because he was actually…
“Yeah. That’s exactly it” he does more of the biting his lip lark, “And I don’t know whether you’re ready for this but fuck it, that someone I’m in love with? Is a guy”
“Holy shit!” Danny clamped his hand over his mouth as soon as he’d exclaimed it but yeah, it had still happened.
Luckily, Tom laughed, looking just as shell shocked by it all, “Yeah. Precisely”
“I…Tom…I…nope, I got nothing”
With his laughter slowed into a grin, he leaned towards his bandmate, like he was about to divulge his real secret, “Wanna know something else?”
Danny surveyed Tom’s impish smile, brown eyes that now seemed to twinkle at him and tips of blonde hair that seemed to want to reach out for him. Clearly, he was starting to lose his mind.
Tom pressed his lips to Danny’s again. Tom. Lips. Danny. Kiss. WHAT?! And what was up with all this chaste kissing?
Danny clenched Tom’s shoulder brutally and wrenched his face back, a rush of déjà vu flooding his system.
“Is…is that person…” he cleared his throat, brought his fist up to his lips then tried again with just a simple Yes or No question, “Are you in love with me, Tom?”
“Finally the idiot gets it”
Danny couldn’t work out Tom’s grin. He frowned in confusion, “but you’re not gay”
The laugh happened again, “Or doesn’t. Listen Dan, maybe I’m not fully blown, ‘here, have a shiny suit and here’s Graham Norton, your new best friend’ gay but I bloody well am bisexual at least and now this person who’s bisexual at least would like to kiss you if that’s alright?”
Danny had agreed with a nod before he’d even really thought it through then his head was reassuring him that kissing Tom was tamer than kissing your granny until said blonde bandmate and best friend all but lunged at him with the intention of properly kissing him.
Again, they ended up sprawled on the floor together but in very different circumstances. Tom briefly touched Danny’s cheek before the brunette felt the gentle swipe of a tongue begging for access. Almost shaking with uncertainty, he felt himself fall deeper into the kiss and grow unexplainably hard. OK, so not technically unexplainable because there was always plenty of people (even if it was just fans) whispering about how damn gorgeous Tom was (and even better the fact that he didn’t believe it or know it) but that thought had never occurred to Danny much, consciously anyway, beyond the ‘lookin’ good tonight, Tom’ when they went out to get plastered. This whole…thing, if his best friend continued to work on it, work on him, was going to be one hell of a scary adventure.
Quaking in his Nike trainers but to cover up that fact, Danny ended their tentative but rhythmical exchange and said the first thing that popped into his head,
“So then. When do we fuck?”
FIN.