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Title: All of My Love
Author: sevenphalanges
Part: 6/7
Pairing: Pones
Rating: 16
Warnings: Dougie and his nasty potty mouth.
Summary: "...I still thought of him constantly, trying to keep inside my head the memory of those feelings he gave me, the way he felt against me. Often, I zoned out, I'll admit, and as anyone could assume, Mr. Fletcher worried his pants off."
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Notes: Took a bit. But it's done after I finally decided to write it all in one sitting.
Disclaimer: True? :D What? Oh, no. False. DAMN IT ALL.
This was completely and unconditionally un-fucking-fair. I would put it in other terms, maybe ones that were a little less obscene and foul-mouthed, but no. That's the only way to explain it: absolutely and disturbingly un-fucking-fair, and still, that doesn't even come close to explaining how frustrated and angry I was at him. I always knew Danny to be a bit shady. Not really the kind of shady where if you see him walking around the park in a dark, leather overcoat with sunglasses, you feel you have to tuck away your children, or make sure your purse is securely strapped onto your arm. No, not that kind of shady, but shady nontheless. I guess you could say that I should have expected this from Danny. It seemed like something he would do.
Call me crazy, but for the first few days after I'd sort of halfway had my way with him, I thought that maybe Danny was interested in me. I thought maybe he was looking for something other than fooling around, and even if he wasn't, more fooling around would have made me almost, if not just, as happy. Though, as I've said many of times before, I was wrong.
I was lucky if he looked at me, and after a week of him virtually not saying a word to me (which obviously displeased Tom a bit. He assumed we were fighting) I thought I would be lucky if he spat on me. Laser tag seemed like an eternity ago, and I was convinced it was, along with the feel of his lips, his hands... his mouth around me. Though I still thought of him constantly, trying to keep inside my head the memory of those feelings he gave me, the way he felt against me. Often, I zoned out, I'll admit, and as anyone could assume, Mr. Fletcher worried his pants off.
"Doug, something's wrong," he said after pulling me into a pub bathroom. It was rank, and there was a rather pudgy fellow staring at us from across the urinals, but I tried to think nothing of it. Tom looked at me sternly, and I knew he wasn't messing around.
"Everything's fine, Fletch. You worry too much." I tried to pull away, but his hold on my arm stopped me. With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I looked back at him and slouched, "Really. Everything's dandy as can be, now can we go? That beefy dude over there is giving me looks."
Tom looked over at the man for a moment, but realized quickly that I was just making excuses to leave. He wanted to talk to me, and he was going to, clearly, "Why are you and Danny fighting?"
"We're not fighting," I sighed, and pulled my wrist away from him, rubbing it gently, "Can't fight with someone that doesn't talk to you."
"You're... you two aren't talking to each other?"
I shrugged. "Search me, Tom. You'd be better off asking him about it. I don't know what's crawled up his arse and died, but whatever it was, it told him not to speak to me before it kicked it, and I guess he listened to it."
Tom stared at me for a moment then huffed a bit in agitation, and let his eyes wander. I wondered for a bit what was going through his mind, what exactly was being processed in that brain of his, but I soon concluded that this was Tom, and I probably wouldn't understand his thoughts even if he drew them out for me.
"How long's it been like this?"
I shrugged again. "Week or so."
"And you can't think of anything you may have said or done to him that would have made him angry with you?" Tom asked after a moment.
...I wanted to say yes. I wanted to blame everything on myself. Even though I was clearly aware that none of this was my fault, I still felt that the blame should rest on my shoulders. I shouldn't have let Danny seduce me. I shouldn't have let him take me into his bedroom and blow my brain out, figuratively. I made a mistake, having "relations" with a band member, with a mate, and I needed to pay the consequences. Danny was probably peeved at me for loads of things. I didn't really offer to let him shag me, maybe he was mad about that, or maybe I'm just flattering myself. Dan could have been angry about an endless number of things, and I was positive that not one would make any sense.
"Nope."