'My Only Sunshine' for daisychain_xx
Merry Christmas, daisychain_xx!
Title: My Only Sunshine
Author: ???
Rating: PG-13 for some naughties and mentions of piercings
Pairing: Junes (and some obvious Floynter).
Summary: Danny reflects on his fast-paced relationship with Harry, and how his friends have affected it.
A/N: Wow, hate to admit it but I struggled. I’m used to writing Tom pairings only, but since I’ve been reading a lot of Junes lately I thought I’d put it down as one of the pairings I’d write but this was…difficult. Maybe it shows up through my writing - it’s more stifled than usual even - but it’s definitely encouraged me to try write some more of this pairing.
Also, really liked the prompt, I hope you can see how I worked it in :D
Dougie and Tom are gone. Harry says it’s because they can’t put up with the tension. Danny thinks that this was Harry’s way (he’s never been very direct with Danny) of saying “They want to fuck each other’s brains out, and they want to do it in private.” Danny doesn’t blame them because, well, Tom’s bloody hot and Dougie’s got that mouth and Harry’s kind of, sort of taken. Taken. Yes, that’s a nice way to put it.
Danny doesn’t want to say it aloud particularly, but Harry’s his, he’s got the bite marks to prove it and fuck it if that’s not enough. Danny thinks it’s enough. No, he knows it’s enough because if it wasn’t, he doesn’t know how he could face Tom and Doug in the morning. Damn them.
Harry doesn’t want to tell people yet, and Danny gets that. He’s just secretive. Even at the beginning of their relationship, he wasn’t sure how to go about asking... he wasn’t sure if he was even in a relationship, Harry was that tight-lipped. But Danny likes that. It means he can tell Harry anything and Harry can be discreet and tactful. Whereas Tom and Dougie? Let’s just say Tom should trust less easily and Dougie should realise that Danny does not need to know about Tom’s dodgy (intimately placed) piercing. Yeah. Again, Dougie’s got that mouth that tells nothing but gives everything away. But Harry’s not like that, thankfully.
It’s autumn now, though, and they’ve been together for about four months. It’s been longer (probably, maybe?), but Danny only counts from the moment Harry calls him his boyfriend. Which was (counting back September, August, July...) in June, when Dougie was a bit (read: very) drunk and trying to get in on with Danny a little bit. A very pissed-off Tom had mumbled something about Dougie fucking himself and Harry had grinned and said “Keep your froggy little fingers off my boyfriend!”
To which Dougie and Danny (mouths hanging open ever so slightly) had said “Boyfriend?!” and Tom had snorted “Froggy? How are they- Boyfriend?!”...maybe Tom was a bit (again, very) drunk too, now Danny thinks about it. And when he thinks about it more, he remembers grinning and leaning over, kissing Harry deeply while Dougie retched with disgust. Or perhaps he was just being sick in the bushes. That would explain Tom’s cry of “MY HYDRANGEA,” actually.
But It’s autumn, and maybe it’s only been four months but Danny’s in love. So fucking deeply in love that it hurts his insides when he thinks about it.
But it’s a good hurt, he thinks.
He thinks (that Dougie would be surprised by how often he actually thinks) that while their relationship has only been four months, he’s been in love a hell of a lot longer than that he can’t remember exactly when it was, but he remembers he tried to distract himself from the thought of infatuation. Mainly by fooling around with Tom. And okay, maybe their whole POV routine can’t be classed as fooling around, but it definitely distracted him from Harry, even if it was only for a short while. Because Danny was trying to distract from what he thought was an infatuation, a crush. Yeah. Wasn’t a crush.
And looking back, Harry may have threw some wayward signs at Danny, signs of interest, but it never amounted to much because Danny’s never been the best a picking up on those things. The subtle touches and the shy laughter and those eyes he makes when he flirts; slightly narrowed and smouldering. In fact, he only really noticed that Harry was interested when he pinned him to the ground at Tom’s Summer Party (capitalised, because Tom complains if it’s not. Danny knows... he printed the invites). Danny guesses he’d been asking for it... he’d liberally soaked Harry with the hose before tearing down across the fields leaving a Hysterical Dougie and an Unimpressed Tom behind.
...Tom seems to be unimpressed a lot around Danny.
...Is there a pattern developing?
And then it was all a quickly moving relationship from messing around to dating (even though neither Danny or Harry like that term, whereas Tom and Dougie seemed to love using it against them) to actually in a relationship and now, they’re in their house. That they bought. Together.
And they’re both still in bed, it’s only early out and Danny’s been awake for a while now. He can’t stop fucking staring. At Harry’s palm against his, at their legs in a tangled mess, and they pale golden light illuminating their skin. That’s probably the sex, though. The sex is good. Danny knows, Harry knows, even Tom knows because he always seems to be grumbling about it, but then Giovanna smacks him over the head and tells him to be thankful he has a boyfriend at all. And then they all tell her she’s beautiful and Dougie hides the ice cream tub from her, because she’s the only single one of them left and it’s getting her down.
Although Danny’s seen her leaving Tom and Dougie’s house during very early mornings, wearing the same clothes as the night before, so he doubts she’s really alone. He also doubts there’s never some form of scandal going on behind his back, whether it’s Tom’s risqué piercings (why on earth he got it, Danny wonders) or Dougie’s urges to... well, Dougie’s urges are always scandalous.
Danny’s loosened from his train of thought when he feels Harry starting to wake. Stubble against his shoulders- it has to be the best feeling in the world. Especially when he’s this warm and this full and sated and.
“Morning.”
“I love you,” he hasn’t realised he’s said it aloud until Harry lifts his head slightly.
“You what,” he sounds all sleepy and tired and so bloody confused/curious and Danny’s heart would be melting if he wasn’t so. Shit. What did he say?
“Olive juice. We need to buy olive juice.”
“Think that’s called olive oil, Dan,” Harry chuckles (affectionately), yawning a bit as he stretches out, foot coming to rest against Danny’s shin.
“Oh right. yeah.”
“And I love you too, Danny.”
Danny thinks he may actually melt after all.
Title: My Only Sunshine
Author: ???
Rating: PG-13 for some naughties and mentions of piercings
Pairing: Junes (and some obvious Floynter).
Summary: Danny reflects on his fast-paced relationship with Harry, and how his friends have affected it.
A/N: Wow, hate to admit it but I struggled. I’m used to writing Tom pairings only, but since I’ve been reading a lot of Junes lately I thought I’d put it down as one of the pairings I’d write but this was…difficult. Maybe it shows up through my writing - it’s more stifled than usual even - but it’s definitely encouraged me to try write some more of this pairing.
Also, really liked the prompt, I hope you can see how I worked it in :D
Dougie and Tom are gone. Harry says it’s because they can’t put up with the tension. Danny thinks that this was Harry’s way (he’s never been very direct with Danny) of saying “They want to fuck each other’s brains out, and they want to do it in private.” Danny doesn’t blame them because, well, Tom’s bloody hot and Dougie’s got that mouth and Harry’s kind of, sort of taken. Taken. Yes, that’s a nice way to put it.
Danny doesn’t want to say it aloud particularly, but Harry’s his, he’s got the bite marks to prove it and fuck it if that’s not enough. Danny thinks it’s enough. No, he knows it’s enough because if it wasn’t, he doesn’t know how he could face Tom and Doug in the morning. Damn them.
Harry doesn’t want to tell people yet, and Danny gets that. He’s just secretive. Even at the beginning of their relationship, he wasn’t sure how to go about asking... he wasn’t sure if he was even in a relationship, Harry was that tight-lipped. But Danny likes that. It means he can tell Harry anything and Harry can be discreet and tactful. Whereas Tom and Dougie? Let’s just say Tom should trust less easily and Dougie should realise that Danny does not need to know about Tom’s dodgy (intimately placed) piercing. Yeah. Again, Dougie’s got that mouth that tells nothing but gives everything away. But Harry’s not like that, thankfully.
It’s autumn now, though, and they’ve been together for about four months. It’s been longer (probably, maybe?), but Danny only counts from the moment Harry calls him his boyfriend. Which was (counting back September, August, July...) in June, when Dougie was a bit (read: very) drunk and trying to get in on with Danny a little bit. A very pissed-off Tom had mumbled something about Dougie fucking himself and Harry had grinned and said “Keep your froggy little fingers off my boyfriend!”
To which Dougie and Danny (mouths hanging open ever so slightly) had said “Boyfriend?!” and Tom had snorted “Froggy? How are they- Boyfriend?!”...maybe Tom was a bit (again, very) drunk too, now Danny thinks about it. And when he thinks about it more, he remembers grinning and leaning over, kissing Harry deeply while Dougie retched with disgust. Or perhaps he was just being sick in the bushes. That would explain Tom’s cry of “MY HYDRANGEA,” actually.
But It’s autumn, and maybe it’s only been four months but Danny’s in love. So fucking deeply in love that it hurts his insides when he thinks about it.
But it’s a good hurt, he thinks.
He thinks (that Dougie would be surprised by how often he actually thinks) that while their relationship has only been four months, he’s been in love a hell of a lot longer than that he can’t remember exactly when it was, but he remembers he tried to distract himself from the thought of infatuation. Mainly by fooling around with Tom. And okay, maybe their whole POV routine can’t be classed as fooling around, but it definitely distracted him from Harry, even if it was only for a short while. Because Danny was trying to distract from what he thought was an infatuation, a crush. Yeah. Wasn’t a crush.
And looking back, Harry may have threw some wayward signs at Danny, signs of interest, but it never amounted to much because Danny’s never been the best a picking up on those things. The subtle touches and the shy laughter and those eyes he makes when he flirts; slightly narrowed and smouldering. In fact, he only really noticed that Harry was interested when he pinned him to the ground at Tom’s Summer Party (capitalised, because Tom complains if it’s not. Danny knows... he printed the invites). Danny guesses he’d been asking for it... he’d liberally soaked Harry with the hose before tearing down across the fields leaving a Hysterical Dougie and an Unimpressed Tom behind.
...Tom seems to be unimpressed a lot around Danny.
...Is there a pattern developing?
And then it was all a quickly moving relationship from messing around to dating (even though neither Danny or Harry like that term, whereas Tom and Dougie seemed to love using it against them) to actually in a relationship and now, they’re in their house. That they bought. Together.
And they’re both still in bed, it’s only early out and Danny’s been awake for a while now. He can’t stop fucking staring. At Harry’s palm against his, at their legs in a tangled mess, and they pale golden light illuminating their skin. That’s probably the sex, though. The sex is good. Danny knows, Harry knows, even Tom knows because he always seems to be grumbling about it, but then Giovanna smacks him over the head and tells him to be thankful he has a boyfriend at all. And then they all tell her she’s beautiful and Dougie hides the ice cream tub from her, because she’s the only single one of them left and it’s getting her down.
Although Danny’s seen her leaving Tom and Dougie’s house during very early mornings, wearing the same clothes as the night before, so he doubts she’s really alone. He also doubts there’s never some form of scandal going on behind his back, whether it’s Tom’s risqué piercings (why on earth he got it, Danny wonders) or Dougie’s urges to... well, Dougie’s urges are always scandalous.
Danny’s loosened from his train of thought when he feels Harry starting to wake. Stubble against his shoulders- it has to be the best feeling in the world. Especially when he’s this warm and this full and sated and.
“Morning.”
“I love you,” he hasn’t realised he’s said it aloud until Harry lifts his head slightly.
“You what,” he sounds all sleepy and tired and so bloody confused/curious and Danny’s heart would be melting if he wasn’t so. Shit. What did he say?
“Olive juice. We need to buy olive juice.”
“Think that’s called olive oil, Dan,” Harry chuckles (affectionately), yawning a bit as he stretches out, foot coming to rest against Danny’s shin.
“Oh right. yeah.”
“And I love you too, Danny.”
Danny thinks he may actually melt after all.