Secrecies
Title: Secrecies
Chapter: 1/1
POV: Third person
Author: stargirl82
Fandom: McFly
Pairing/Characters: Flones (Danny Jones/Tom Fletcher); Dougie Poynter; Harry Judd
Rating: mild R, just to be on the safe side
Warnings: none.
Wordcount: 700 (5x100; 1x200)
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own. Unfortunately. If I did I'd keep them in my closet, all tied-up.
Author's note: Ficlet in six parts, five of them 100 words, the last part 200. based on THIS picture.
"Are you comfy down there?" Harry grinned and brushed his fingers over Dougie's grey sweater.
"Very much so, thanks very much." Grinning, Dougie leaned back and rested his head on the older boy's chest. "Yeah, I could definitely stay like this all day." Entangling his fingers, he put his hands over his stomach. "The wood's a bit hard but I've got a great pillow."
The drummer snorted and rolled his eyes behind his stylish sunglasses. "You're awfully flirty today."
Dougie chuckled, then screwed his face up in mock despair. "You don't like me flirting with you? I'm devastated."
"Yeah. Right."
***
"Hey. Fletcher."
Tom turned his head, scowling at Danny. "Why are you hissing?"
"I don't want them to hear," the dark-haired boy whispered, leaning in, his voice dropping another octave as he spoke in an even lower voice. "Think they'd notice if we stole away?"
A spark of desire shot through Tom's insides. Danny definitely knew how to turn him on. The voice, the words, the gentle touches, lips just barely touching the blond's ear. He could feel the other boy's breath on his skin. Shivering slightly, he shook his head once and cleared his throat. "I don't think so."
***
For a long while, neither of them spoke a word.
Then Dougie moved and opened his eyes, blinking at the sudden brightness despite the sunglasses that protected his eyes. "How long have they been gone?"
Harry pushed his hand into the pocket of his jeans and checked his mobile phone. "About twenty minutes."
"So we should probably wait a little longer." Heaving a sigh, he closed his eyes again, enjoying the warm sunshine on his face. "They must think we're really stupid. It's so obvious."
Harry snorted again. "Tell me about it. I wonder when they're going to tell us."
***
Forty minutes later Dougie and Harry had had enough of waiting. Dougie claimed that he'd be in need of a cane if he lay on the wooden bridge a minute longer and Harry's legs were starting to hurt, too. Besides, his foot had gone to sleep and he desperately needed to stand up and move.
"Okay, fine, this is it. I don't care if they're doing it on the couch. I'm going back to the hotel." Harry moved backwards and got to his feet, groaning as he shook his foot a few times.
"Maybe it's you that needs a cane..."
***
Panting, Danny buried his face in the crook of Tom's neck, trying to take a deep, calming breath. They were lying on the bed, limbs entangled, both sweaty and worn out. "How long have we been in here?"
The older boy shrugged his shoulders, sighing. "I don't know. Too long probably."
"Do you think we should tell them?" Danny lifted his head.
"Quite frankly, I think they already know." Tom grinned mischievously. "They noticed that we left."
"But you said-"
"I wanted to get in your pants, darling."
Danny's lips curled into a smile. "Sneaky." And then he kissed him.
***
Dougie lifted his hand and knocked on the door of their hotel suite. "Ready or not, I'm coming in," he called as he pushed the key into the lock. He opened the door and entered the room, Harry hot on his heels.
Tom barely had time to pull the sheets over Danny and himself but he didn't mind too much. The younger boy had fallen asleep on his shoulder and so he simply lay there, stroking his boyfriend's dark curls, a stupid smile on his face.
"Busted!"
"Not quite." Tom grinned. "You could act a little more shocked, you know."
"Oh, I'm sorry. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN DOING? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON? We had absolutely no idea!" Dougie replied, then raised his eyebrows. "There. Better?"
"Excellent. So, you guys are okay with this?"
Harry strolled into the bedroom, glancing at Danny's sleeping figure. "At the risk of sounding like a girl... you're really... cute together."
Tom blushed but shrugged it off and turned to his sleeping lover.
"Harry!"
The drummer turned to Dougie. "Yeah?"
"You owe me twenty quid. Told you Dan wouldn't bottom."
"Get out!" Tom cried and threw a pillow at them.