Flones - Standalone - For now; for always.
Title: For now; for always.
Author: nathd5
Part: Standalone
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: FletcherJones
Genre: Romance
Summary: A series of drabbles depiciting the evolution of Tom & Danny's relationship. .
A/N: This fic appeared quickly and unexpectedly, so I apologise if it isn't my best work...it sort of just fell out of my head and afterwards I didn't know how to treat it. So, I give it to you and hope you enjoy reading it.
Confession
~
Tears appeared nonchalantly, accompanying his pounding heart as the confession spilled from his lips like a litany.
He attempted to explain, simple phrases escaping him, replaced by vivid, awkward descriptions of longing amidst a sense of betrayal.
He grabbed his coat, filling the silence with words - meaningless words laced with fear, no, certainty of rejection.
But he couldn’t leave it like this, after all that.
“Say something,” he begged.
Pause. Infinity.
“Are you saying you love me?” Danny asked.
“Yes”, he managed to choke out.
“I...I need time to digest this. I’ll...I’ll be back, ok?”
And then he left.
Understanding
~
Friend, he was his friend. This was not how friends were supposed to act, to react.
Overwhelmed by Tom’s monologue Danny shuffled through the streets of London, his feet leaving wet imprints on the cobblestones.
I just wish I knew how to feel.
His fingers, writhing in his pocket, latched onto a guitar pick which rested there.
“This pick is from the first time we played together, I still remember it. Happy Birthday mate.”
Tom’s words echoed through Danny’s mind, clarifying the hurricane of emotions he was overburdened by.
Suddenly, he realised what he had to do.
He turned around.
Hope
~
Danny entered the room.
“I -“ Tom began.
“No, listen mate -“
“I’m sorry , I shouldn’t -“ he attempted.
“You know I love you.”
Pause.
“But?” Tom enquired.
“I don’t think there is a but.”
Pause.
“I’ll need time.” Danny stated. “You’ve known since...for a while. It’s new to me. So...I’ll need some time.”
Tom nodded, attempting to understand.
Pause. Danny’s feet shuffled.
“We’re way past dating, yeah? I mean, we know everything...you know everything.”
“Yeah,” Tom agreed.
“Then, what? What happens?”
“I don’t know” Tom replied.
They looked at one another, their gazes full of confusion and hope.
Date
~
Tom waited by the door; they had decided to make it as official as possible, follow a structure.
Danny was to pick him up at seven.
It was six fifty seven.
To say that he felt nervous was a dramatic understatement, he was almost panicked.
When he heard the knock on the door, the knock he had been anxiously waiting for since the moment he awoke that day, he jumped in shock.
He paused a moment to compose himself before opening the door.
He pulled the door open and awkwardness immediately transformed to joy.
Danny had brought him flowers.
Dinner
~
Their whole relationship had changed instantly, meaning now woven into every casual touch or subtle glance.
Their feet met underneath the table and it sent waves of electricity through Danny’s spine.
Their talk moved from music, to films, to animals, to fireworks and then onwards into obscurity, each word seeming fresh and new, awakening as if from seedlings planted long ago yet slow to bloom.
Danny felt his apprehension slowly melt away.
He decided to trust in the nature of the smile which lay upon Tom’s face when they were together; to trust in its warmth.
A smile to light up the world.
Kiss
~
The porch light watched over their tryst, their evening together waning into the lamp lit night.
Tom stared at his hands sheepishly, a blush washing across his cheeks like spilt paint.
Danny gathered up his courage, hands balled into fists by his sides and tenderly kissed Tom’s reddened cheeks.
Brown eyes connected with blue, asking for permission, still hesitant.
Another kiss, on the corner of his lips.
Closer.
Tom shivered, and sighed, his lips joining Danny’s in a proper kiss, at last.
Danny tasted of peppermint toothpaste and espresso beans.
They said goodnight, and promised each other tomorrow.
Bed
~
Tom had fallen asleep in the middle of the film, they both had.
The television was still whispering its stories in the background.
Danny looked at his watch and noted that it was too late for him to go home.
He whispered Tom awake, wrapping the blanket around his warm frame before urging him upstairs.
Tom murmured vague incoherencies, telling Danny he’d ‘been dreaming of space’.
Danny nodded and placed him in bed before lying down beside him, their bodies slotting together like a puzzle.
Danny lay awake that night, feeling his arms wrapped around Tom and wondered why he should bother dreaming.
Sex
~
They were both nervous; they had been taking things so incredibly slow, each step part of an intricate dance.
“I promise , it’ll be fine. I’ll be gentle” Tom cooed as they sat together on the mattress.
“I know you will, but what if...” But Tom was kissing him.
He unwrapped him like a gift and treasured him, slowly unfurling him like a ribbon.
Danny could feel himself falling apart at the seams, his eyes searching the heavens as his body erupted in shivers which felt like sunbeams dancing across his skin.
They crossed the line together, whispering each other’s names like a prayer.
Love
~
He had never felt like this before, like strawberries and springtime and sunshine.
He knew the reason, he felt it boiling in his blood every time he thought about him.
It was on a crisp day in Autumn that he decided to tell him, to confess his happiness.
They were walking down a London street, hand grasped in calloused hand.
“Stop.”
“What for?”
He looked into brown eyes, and grinned sheepishly.
“I love you, ya know. Really.”
Tom moved his hand towards Danny’s face, playing with his brown curls.
“I love you too.”
They kissed in the street, their affection on display like a cake in the window of a bakery.
Promises
~
“Tom, you’ve been acting off all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I...I don’t want to go alone. I want someone with me.”
“Huh? What are you talking about, are you ill?”
“No, no...It’s just, one day I’ll...and, I don’t want to. Not alone, I mean.”
“Well, you won’t have to will you? You’ve got me.”
“...promise?”
“Promise.”
There were no rings, no ceremonies or doves...just whispered words of assurance amidst fear.
That was when the two boys realised they were forever, something they’d always known, really.
They cuddled each other by the fireplace, safe in the throes of their love for one another.
For now; for always.
Author: nathd5
Part: Standalone
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: FletcherJones
Genre: Romance
Summary: A series of drabbles depiciting the evolution of Tom & Danny's relationship. .
A/N: This fic appeared quickly and unexpectedly, so I apologise if it isn't my best work...it sort of just fell out of my head and afterwards I didn't know how to treat it. So, I give it to you and hope you enjoy reading it.
Confession
~
Tears appeared nonchalantly, accompanying his pounding heart as the confession spilled from his lips like a litany.
He attempted to explain, simple phrases escaping him, replaced by vivid, awkward descriptions of longing amidst a sense of betrayal.
He grabbed his coat, filling the silence with words - meaningless words laced with fear, no, certainty of rejection.
But he couldn’t leave it like this, after all that.
“Say something,” he begged.
Pause. Infinity.
“Are you saying you love me?” Danny asked.
“Yes”, he managed to choke out.
“I...I need time to digest this. I’ll...I’ll be back, ok?”
And then he left.
Understanding
~
Friend, he was his friend. This was not how friends were supposed to act, to react.
Overwhelmed by Tom’s monologue Danny shuffled through the streets of London, his feet leaving wet imprints on the cobblestones.
I just wish I knew how to feel.
His fingers, writhing in his pocket, latched onto a guitar pick which rested there.
“This pick is from the first time we played together, I still remember it. Happy Birthday mate.”
Tom’s words echoed through Danny’s mind, clarifying the hurricane of emotions he was overburdened by.
Suddenly, he realised what he had to do.
He turned around.
Hope
~
Danny entered the room.
“I -“ Tom began.
“No, listen mate -“
“I’m sorry , I shouldn’t -“ he attempted.
“You know I love you.”
Pause.
“But?” Tom enquired.
“I don’t think there is a but.”
Pause.
“I’ll need time.” Danny stated. “You’ve known since...for a while. It’s new to me. So...I’ll need some time.”
Tom nodded, attempting to understand.
Pause. Danny’s feet shuffled.
“We’re way past dating, yeah? I mean, we know everything...you know everything.”
“Yeah,” Tom agreed.
“Then, what? What happens?”
“I don’t know” Tom replied.
They looked at one another, their gazes full of confusion and hope.
Date
~
Tom waited by the door; they had decided to make it as official as possible, follow a structure.
Danny was to pick him up at seven.
It was six fifty seven.
To say that he felt nervous was a dramatic understatement, he was almost panicked.
When he heard the knock on the door, the knock he had been anxiously waiting for since the moment he awoke that day, he jumped in shock.
He paused a moment to compose himself before opening the door.
He pulled the door open and awkwardness immediately transformed to joy.
Danny had brought him flowers.
Dinner
~
Their whole relationship had changed instantly, meaning now woven into every casual touch or subtle glance.
Their feet met underneath the table and it sent waves of electricity through Danny’s spine.
Their talk moved from music, to films, to animals, to fireworks and then onwards into obscurity, each word seeming fresh and new, awakening as if from seedlings planted long ago yet slow to bloom.
Danny felt his apprehension slowly melt away.
He decided to trust in the nature of the smile which lay upon Tom’s face when they were together; to trust in its warmth.
A smile to light up the world.
Kiss
~
The porch light watched over their tryst, their evening together waning into the lamp lit night.
Tom stared at his hands sheepishly, a blush washing across his cheeks like spilt paint.
Danny gathered up his courage, hands balled into fists by his sides and tenderly kissed Tom’s reddened cheeks.
Brown eyes connected with blue, asking for permission, still hesitant.
Another kiss, on the corner of his lips.
Closer.
Tom shivered, and sighed, his lips joining Danny’s in a proper kiss, at last.
Danny tasted of peppermint toothpaste and espresso beans.
They said goodnight, and promised each other tomorrow.
Bed
~
Tom had fallen asleep in the middle of the film, they both had.
The television was still whispering its stories in the background.
Danny looked at his watch and noted that it was too late for him to go home.
He whispered Tom awake, wrapping the blanket around his warm frame before urging him upstairs.
Tom murmured vague incoherencies, telling Danny he’d ‘been dreaming of space’.
Danny nodded and placed him in bed before lying down beside him, their bodies slotting together like a puzzle.
Danny lay awake that night, feeling his arms wrapped around Tom and wondered why he should bother dreaming.
Sex
~
They were both nervous; they had been taking things so incredibly slow, each step part of an intricate dance.
“I promise , it’ll be fine. I’ll be gentle” Tom cooed as they sat together on the mattress.
“I know you will, but what if...” But Tom was kissing him.
He unwrapped him like a gift and treasured him, slowly unfurling him like a ribbon.
Danny could feel himself falling apart at the seams, his eyes searching the heavens as his body erupted in shivers which felt like sunbeams dancing across his skin.
They crossed the line together, whispering each other’s names like a prayer.
Love
~
He had never felt like this before, like strawberries and springtime and sunshine.
He knew the reason, he felt it boiling in his blood every time he thought about him.
It was on a crisp day in Autumn that he decided to tell him, to confess his happiness.
They were walking down a London street, hand grasped in calloused hand.
“Stop.”
“What for?”
He looked into brown eyes, and grinned sheepishly.
“I love you, ya know. Really.”
Tom moved his hand towards Danny’s face, playing with his brown curls.
“I love you too.”
They kissed in the street, their affection on display like a cake in the window of a bakery.
Promises
~
“Tom, you’ve been acting off all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I...I don’t want to go alone. I want someone with me.”
“Huh? What are you talking about, are you ill?”
“No, no...It’s just, one day I’ll...and, I don’t want to. Not alone, I mean.”
“Well, you won’t have to will you? You’ve got me.”
“...promise?”
“Promise.”
There were no rings, no ceremonies or doves...just whispered words of assurance amidst fear.
That was when the two boys realised they were forever, something they’d always known, really.
They cuddled each other by the fireplace, safe in the throes of their love for one another.
For now; for always.