Tattoo - Flones - Chapter 6
Title:Tattoo
Author: Me!
Part:6/11
Pairing: Flones
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Word Count: Chapter : 1,909
Summary: They were best friends until they went to Uni. Six years later, they find each other again, but everything has changed.
Warnings: It's a pretty emotional fic. Some health issues that might hit hard if you have an eating disorder, or someone you know has one. Implied Mpreg, but theres a good explanation of how it happened, and no actual Mpreg in the fic. Anyways. Take a look.
A/N:For everywordsalie. On time today! Yay!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Lips pressed against each other, so familiar, yet so new. Stubble was sharper and more worn in than when they had been eighteen, and it scratched their skin. They didn’t care. All they cared about was feeling each other, exploring each other in the privacy of a home that had no nosy parents to bother them. Tom’s arms wrapped around Danny, his left around a firm waist, the right coming up to press the elbow just beneath Dan’s shoulder blade, long, nimble fingers threading through thick curls.
Danny’s thumbs brushed over Tom’s cheeks, fingertips clenching in his blonde hair before the left dropped, running harsh and desperate and wanting down his flat stomach, a completely different sensation to six years before when Tom had flesh to speak of. Danny could feel the bone beneath the thin cotton of the worn-in t-shirt, and he frowned slightly into the kiss as he ran hand around Tom’s too thin waist.
He pulled back to take a breath and rest his forehead against Tom’s once again. Tom took deep breaths in an effort to calm himself, even as Danny began to speak. “You’re too thin. Do you even eat?”
Tom frowned and shrugged. “Yeh.”
“How much?”
He thought back to what he had eaten that day. A small bowl of cereal and a couple of chicken nuggets that night, stolen from Dani’s plate when she was too full to eat them. He’d skipped lunch due to losing track of time in the music room, and Danny turning up. Tom sighed. “Not enough.”
“How much, Tom? Today? What did you eat?”
“A bowl of cereal and a couple of chicken nuggets.”
Danny pulled back and looked at Tom sternly. “That’s not enough, Tom. You’re starving yourself.”
“I wasn’t hungry.”
“You’re obviously never hungry. What happened to your appetite?”
“It disappeared when you did.”
Danny stared at Tom, before shaking his head. “Eat more. You hear me?”
Tom smiled wryly. “You’re kind of ruining the mood, Dan.”
The brunette smile at him, soft as cloud, and Tom felt his heart melt. “No, I’m not. This is me loving you, Tom.”
Tom stared at Danny, his heart suddenly aching so much that he couldn’t think of anything that would stop it except for more kisses. He pulled Danny back into him and pressed his lips against Danny’s again, lips that parted eagerly to allow Tom’s tongue to slip inside and tangle with his.
Dan pulled back and breathed a whisper over Tom’s lips. “Let me love you.”
Tom’s reply was another kiss, pulling his lover closer to him. It was as though they could never be close enough, and he started to get frustrated.
Ever the romantic, Tom refused to have their reunion sex up against the wall, so he pulled away and grabbed Danny’s hand from where it had ventured down to his arse. He all but ran up the stairs, making sure Danny had locked the front door behind him as they went past. As soon as they got through the bedroom door, Tom twisted and pressed Danny against it, shutting it quietly in the process. Lips met in a frenzy of kisses, and Tom’s fingers went instantly to the buttons of Danny’s blue shirt. They trembled with anticipation, and he could barely get them through the holes, but each time he did, he’d pull away from Danny’s lips to press a kiss to his lover’s chest.
When the tattoo was revealed, Tom pulled in a harsh breath, tears instantly filling his eyes as he rested his palm against Danny’s heart and closed his eyes, feeling his heart beat solidly against his touch. Finally, Tom looked up to meet Danny’s eyes, blue turned almost black from desire, yet still held such understanding. Yet again, the need became too great for Tom’s patience to endure, and buttons were being popped once more.
When it became necessary, Tom knelt before Danny, popping his jeans buttons opens as Danny shook off his shirt and let it drop to the floor a couple of feet from them. A zip was lowered, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room. Tom then reached down and untied Danny’s laces, helping him step out of his shoes and socks before reaching up to tug jeans and boxers down at the same time, ignoring the hard shaft that was released until Danny had stepped out of his bindings.
Tom looked up at Danny’s face and chest, watching him breathe heavily before he finally focused on the cock in front of him. He looked for a couple of seconds, before he reached his hand up, dragging his fingertips from head to base, leaning forwards to bury his nose in the hairs at the bottom, breathing in the musky scent that was purely Danny.
Danny watched his lover lean in and smell his scent. just staying there for endless minutes. His large hand had very quickly made it to the back of Tom’s head, cradling him there gently, not moving him, just... reassuring himself. Eventually, Tom pulled back a centimetre and pressed a kiss to the bass, before withdrawing completely and standing, making short work of pulling his t-shirt over his head and pushing off his jeans and boxers.
Danny stared at the blonde. He was right. Tom was far too thin. His ribs stood out above his stomach, each one visible even in the dim light of the moon through the windows. His thighs and arms had very little muscle, and his ankles stuck out harshly above his feet. Tom shifted self-consciously under Danny’s gaze, drawing blue eyes back up to his face. Danny smiled. “You’re so bloody beautiful, Tom.”
Tom looked down at himself. He knew he was ugly, too thin, a stick compared to how he used to be. “No, I’m not.”
Danny shook his head. “Yeh, you are. You’re too bloody thin, just like I said but... you’re Tom. You’re Tom and I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and you’ve always been beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful, and you’ll always be beautiful, whether you’re thin or fat or normal. Whether you’re young or old. Whether you’re healthy or sick. You’ll always be beautiful, because I’ll always love you.”
Tom didn’t say a word, just stepped closer to Danny and drew him back into the circle of his arms, pressing soft but firm lips against Danny’s in a kiss that poured out his soul. Together, they stepped back towards the bed, Tom’s knees hitting the edge and dropping them backwards. They continued to kiss, even as they shifted so that Tom’s head was on a pillow and Danny was cradled between his thighs.
Danny pulled his lips back just far enough to whisper, “I want you.”
Tom blinked, before swearing. Danny frowned and pulled far enough back to look at Tom. “What is it?”
“I don’t have anything slick. Lube, lotion, Nothing. I don’t keep hand cream in the house. Don’t see the point.”
Danny bit his lip, then shrugged. “I don’t have to be inside to love you.”
Tom gave him a crooked, happy smile before pulling him down by the neck to kiss him again. Danny lowered himself from where he’d been poised above Tom, carefully aligning their bare, hot flesh in a delightful touch. Tom hissed as Danny pressed down, cocks caught between their stomachs.
Danny’s eyes sparkled with laughter. “Good?”
“Oh yeh.”
Danny grinned, before lowering his head to press his lips to Tom’s neck. The blonde tilted his head back to give Danny better access even as Danny gave a small thrust of his hips, creating delicious friction. Tom gasped, hips arching upwards in an unconscious effort to get closer to the pleasure. Danny chuckled against the soft flesh of his skin, bending his back slightly so that he could press his lips to the circle above Tom’s heart.
“Am I still on your heart, Tom?”
“Forever and always.”
Then, there were no more words, only moving hips and shadows in the dark of foreheads touching and lips meeting, gasps of air and sighs of pleasure. When they came, it wasn’t rough and hard and powerful. Instead, it was a slow ebb that continued for longer than they could stay conscious, and they fell asleep, Danny cradled with Tom’s legs around his hips, head in the crook of his shoulder.
***
Morning came and the sun poured through the open curtains, making Tom blink quickly to clear the fog from his eyes. When he could finally see, he smiled at where he was, and who he was with. Danny was curled into his side, and at some time in the night one of them had pulled up the duvet from the bottom of the bed, because they were cosy and snug beneath it.
For a few minutes he enjoyed the feeling of not having heartache to worry about, and the sensation of not waking up in bed alone, before he carefully extricated himself from his clinging lover. He grabbed his dressing gown from the hook on the wall and head for the en suite, taking a quick leak and washing the dry come from his stomach. He had a quick shave, then wandered back into the bedroom. He was greeted with blue eyes looking at him from the pillows and a smile that could cheer up even the greyest of days, like it looked like it would turn out to be through the windows.
“Hey.” Tom smiled at Danny and wandered over the bed to press a kiss to his lips. He pulled away before Dan could deepen it, knowing he needed to be up and about to look out for their daughter. Danny pouted, but Tom had developed an immunity to that attack over the years, and Tom stood, heading to the wardrobe to dress.
“Hey.”
“You can shower if you like while I make breakfast. I have the horrible urge to eat celebratory pancakes.”
Danny beamed at him. “Really? You’ll make me pancakes?”
Tom smiled back, tugging a clean, deep blue t-shirt over his head. “Just like I used to.”
“Awesome! Back soon!” With that, Danny jumped out from under the duvet and streaked naked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Tom chuckled and hopped into his boxers and jeans, before heading out and down to the kitchen.
***
Ten minutes later saw Danny stuffing his face full of pancake, lemon and sugar topping creating his favourite food. He’d told Tom that he hadn’t had pancakes for six years because he couldn’t bear the thought of them tasting different to Tom’s special recipe.
Tom was weighing out ingredients for the cookie mix so that he and Dani could get on with it when she finally woke up. She was sleeping an unusually long time, and if she slept much longer, he’d have to go and wake her.
Danny finished eating, and Tom automatically started up another one, ready for him gulp down in one go. “What are you doing?”
“I told Dani we could bake cookies before we went to the aquarium today, so that we’d have them to take over to mum’s tomorrow.”
Danny fidgeted, just like the old days. “If you want, I could leave?”
Tom shook his head. “She’s going to meet you some time Dan, it may as well be today.”
“How long do you think she’ll be a-“
He was interrupted.
“Daddy?”
Chapter 7
Author: Me!
Part:6/11
Pairing: Flones
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Word Count: Chapter : 1,909
Summary: They were best friends until they went to Uni. Six years later, they find each other again, but everything has changed.
Warnings: It's a pretty emotional fic. Some health issues that might hit hard if you have an eating disorder, or someone you know has one. Implied Mpreg, but theres a good explanation of how it happened, and no actual Mpreg in the fic. Anyways. Take a look.
A/N:For everywordsalie. On time today! Yay!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Lips pressed against each other, so familiar, yet so new. Stubble was sharper and more worn in than when they had been eighteen, and it scratched their skin. They didn’t care. All they cared about was feeling each other, exploring each other in the privacy of a home that had no nosy parents to bother them. Tom’s arms wrapped around Danny, his left around a firm waist, the right coming up to press the elbow just beneath Dan’s shoulder blade, long, nimble fingers threading through thick curls.
Danny’s thumbs brushed over Tom’s cheeks, fingertips clenching in his blonde hair before the left dropped, running harsh and desperate and wanting down his flat stomach, a completely different sensation to six years before when Tom had flesh to speak of. Danny could feel the bone beneath the thin cotton of the worn-in t-shirt, and he frowned slightly into the kiss as he ran hand around Tom’s too thin waist.
He pulled back to take a breath and rest his forehead against Tom’s once again. Tom took deep breaths in an effort to calm himself, even as Danny began to speak. “You’re too thin. Do you even eat?”
Tom frowned and shrugged. “Yeh.”
“How much?”
He thought back to what he had eaten that day. A small bowl of cereal and a couple of chicken nuggets that night, stolen from Dani’s plate when she was too full to eat them. He’d skipped lunch due to losing track of time in the music room, and Danny turning up. Tom sighed. “Not enough.”
“How much, Tom? Today? What did you eat?”
“A bowl of cereal and a couple of chicken nuggets.”
Danny pulled back and looked at Tom sternly. “That’s not enough, Tom. You’re starving yourself.”
“I wasn’t hungry.”
“You’re obviously never hungry. What happened to your appetite?”
“It disappeared when you did.”
Danny stared at Tom, before shaking his head. “Eat more. You hear me?”
Tom smiled wryly. “You’re kind of ruining the mood, Dan.”
The brunette smile at him, soft as cloud, and Tom felt his heart melt. “No, I’m not. This is me loving you, Tom.”
Tom stared at Danny, his heart suddenly aching so much that he couldn’t think of anything that would stop it except for more kisses. He pulled Danny back into him and pressed his lips against Danny’s again, lips that parted eagerly to allow Tom’s tongue to slip inside and tangle with his.
Dan pulled back and breathed a whisper over Tom’s lips. “Let me love you.”
Tom’s reply was another kiss, pulling his lover closer to him. It was as though they could never be close enough, and he started to get frustrated.
Ever the romantic, Tom refused to have their reunion sex up against the wall, so he pulled away and grabbed Danny’s hand from where it had ventured down to his arse. He all but ran up the stairs, making sure Danny had locked the front door behind him as they went past. As soon as they got through the bedroom door, Tom twisted and pressed Danny against it, shutting it quietly in the process. Lips met in a frenzy of kisses, and Tom’s fingers went instantly to the buttons of Danny’s blue shirt. They trembled with anticipation, and he could barely get them through the holes, but each time he did, he’d pull away from Danny’s lips to press a kiss to his lover’s chest.
When the tattoo was revealed, Tom pulled in a harsh breath, tears instantly filling his eyes as he rested his palm against Danny’s heart and closed his eyes, feeling his heart beat solidly against his touch. Finally, Tom looked up to meet Danny’s eyes, blue turned almost black from desire, yet still held such understanding. Yet again, the need became too great for Tom’s patience to endure, and buttons were being popped once more.
When it became necessary, Tom knelt before Danny, popping his jeans buttons opens as Danny shook off his shirt and let it drop to the floor a couple of feet from them. A zip was lowered, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room. Tom then reached down and untied Danny’s laces, helping him step out of his shoes and socks before reaching up to tug jeans and boxers down at the same time, ignoring the hard shaft that was released until Danny had stepped out of his bindings.
Tom looked up at Danny’s face and chest, watching him breathe heavily before he finally focused on the cock in front of him. He looked for a couple of seconds, before he reached his hand up, dragging his fingertips from head to base, leaning forwards to bury his nose in the hairs at the bottom, breathing in the musky scent that was purely Danny.
Danny watched his lover lean in and smell his scent. just staying there for endless minutes. His large hand had very quickly made it to the back of Tom’s head, cradling him there gently, not moving him, just... reassuring himself. Eventually, Tom pulled back a centimetre and pressed a kiss to the bass, before withdrawing completely and standing, making short work of pulling his t-shirt over his head and pushing off his jeans and boxers.
Danny stared at the blonde. He was right. Tom was far too thin. His ribs stood out above his stomach, each one visible even in the dim light of the moon through the windows. His thighs and arms had very little muscle, and his ankles stuck out harshly above his feet. Tom shifted self-consciously under Danny’s gaze, drawing blue eyes back up to his face. Danny smiled. “You’re so bloody beautiful, Tom.”
Tom looked down at himself. He knew he was ugly, too thin, a stick compared to how he used to be. “No, I’m not.”
Danny shook his head. “Yeh, you are. You’re too bloody thin, just like I said but... you’re Tom. You’re Tom and I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and you’ve always been beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful, and you’ll always be beautiful, whether you’re thin or fat or normal. Whether you’re young or old. Whether you’re healthy or sick. You’ll always be beautiful, because I’ll always love you.”
Tom didn’t say a word, just stepped closer to Danny and drew him back into the circle of his arms, pressing soft but firm lips against Danny’s in a kiss that poured out his soul. Together, they stepped back towards the bed, Tom’s knees hitting the edge and dropping them backwards. They continued to kiss, even as they shifted so that Tom’s head was on a pillow and Danny was cradled between his thighs.
Danny pulled his lips back just far enough to whisper, “I want you.”
Tom blinked, before swearing. Danny frowned and pulled far enough back to look at Tom. “What is it?”
“I don’t have anything slick. Lube, lotion, Nothing. I don’t keep hand cream in the house. Don’t see the point.”
Danny bit his lip, then shrugged. “I don’t have to be inside to love you.”
Tom gave him a crooked, happy smile before pulling him down by the neck to kiss him again. Danny lowered himself from where he’d been poised above Tom, carefully aligning their bare, hot flesh in a delightful touch. Tom hissed as Danny pressed down, cocks caught between their stomachs.
Danny’s eyes sparkled with laughter. “Good?”
“Oh yeh.”
Danny grinned, before lowering his head to press his lips to Tom’s neck. The blonde tilted his head back to give Danny better access even as Danny gave a small thrust of his hips, creating delicious friction. Tom gasped, hips arching upwards in an unconscious effort to get closer to the pleasure. Danny chuckled against the soft flesh of his skin, bending his back slightly so that he could press his lips to the circle above Tom’s heart.
“Am I still on your heart, Tom?”
“Forever and always.”
Then, there were no more words, only moving hips and shadows in the dark of foreheads touching and lips meeting, gasps of air and sighs of pleasure. When they came, it wasn’t rough and hard and powerful. Instead, it was a slow ebb that continued for longer than they could stay conscious, and they fell asleep, Danny cradled with Tom’s legs around his hips, head in the crook of his shoulder.
***
Morning came and the sun poured through the open curtains, making Tom blink quickly to clear the fog from his eyes. When he could finally see, he smiled at where he was, and who he was with. Danny was curled into his side, and at some time in the night one of them had pulled up the duvet from the bottom of the bed, because they were cosy and snug beneath it.
For a few minutes he enjoyed the feeling of not having heartache to worry about, and the sensation of not waking up in bed alone, before he carefully extricated himself from his clinging lover. He grabbed his dressing gown from the hook on the wall and head for the en suite, taking a quick leak and washing the dry come from his stomach. He had a quick shave, then wandered back into the bedroom. He was greeted with blue eyes looking at him from the pillows and a smile that could cheer up even the greyest of days, like it looked like it would turn out to be through the windows.
“Hey.” Tom smiled at Danny and wandered over the bed to press a kiss to his lips. He pulled away before Dan could deepen it, knowing he needed to be up and about to look out for their daughter. Danny pouted, but Tom had developed an immunity to that attack over the years, and Tom stood, heading to the wardrobe to dress.
“Hey.”
“You can shower if you like while I make breakfast. I have the horrible urge to eat celebratory pancakes.”
Danny beamed at him. “Really? You’ll make me pancakes?”
Tom smiled back, tugging a clean, deep blue t-shirt over his head. “Just like I used to.”
“Awesome! Back soon!” With that, Danny jumped out from under the duvet and streaked naked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Tom chuckled and hopped into his boxers and jeans, before heading out and down to the kitchen.
***
Ten minutes later saw Danny stuffing his face full of pancake, lemon and sugar topping creating his favourite food. He’d told Tom that he hadn’t had pancakes for six years because he couldn’t bear the thought of them tasting different to Tom’s special recipe.
Tom was weighing out ingredients for the cookie mix so that he and Dani could get on with it when she finally woke up. She was sleeping an unusually long time, and if she slept much longer, he’d have to go and wake her.
Danny finished eating, and Tom automatically started up another one, ready for him gulp down in one go. “What are you doing?”
“I told Dani we could bake cookies before we went to the aquarium today, so that we’d have them to take over to mum’s tomorrow.”
Danny fidgeted, just like the old days. “If you want, I could leave?”
Tom shook his head. “She’s going to meet you some time Dan, it may as well be today.”
“How long do you think she’ll be a-“
He was interrupted.
“Daddy?”
Chapter 7