mcfly-slash ... Those Summer Nights
yeah, i needed to do something.
my nan is about to die. and i've lost my job.
found out about both in the timespan of a few hours.
and then i got myself a new job and had to re-schedule my mcfly-tour for november for the second time.
first it was glasgow and liverpool. then it was sheffield, newcastle and liverpool. now it's just liverpool.
so yeah, my world is in shreds but i need to stop myself from thinking or feel sorry for myself so i wrote.
Title: Those Summer Nights …
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Summary: Summer days drifting away to … ah … those summer nights
Word count: 2,851
Disclaimer: no true *shakes head*
Dedication: nicky1388 who prompted me ages ago. Her prompt was ‘Summer’ and she wanted a Floynter, of all things. And if you want to, you can prompt me here but be aware that it will probably take forever until I will write your story.
Author’s note: This took me forever and a day. Because I don’t do Floynter normally. But I’ve been going through more than I could take recently so I welcomed pretty much every tiny thing that kept me from thinking.
“Summer days drifting away to … ah … those summer nights.” Tom happily sang along while he was sitting at home, watching ‘Grease’ on DVD.
He had just returned from a trip to Tesco, loading up on ice-cream, knowing that it would definitely come in handy to have some in the freezer if the summery weather continued. He was just stuffing another spoonful of the cold treat into his mouth when he was interrupted by a loud bang at his front door.
Pausing his DVD, Tom left the ice-cream on the coffee table and trudged through his corridor towards the front door to investigate where the noise came from. He risked a peek through the peephole and saw Dougie standing outside his door, looking dazzled at it.
With a smile, Tom opened the door. “Alright, Dougs? Couldn’t find the doorbell?”
Dougie just walked past Tom into the house, kicking his flip-flops off. “When did you start locking the front door?”
“Must’ve been when I realised I would get no time to myself if I didn’t lock it.”
“I ran into the bloody thing. A warning would’ve been nice, you know.”
“Okay then. Hey Dougie, just so you know, my front door’s locked.”
“Bastard. Anyway, I couldn’t fail to notice you coming home earlier and was that some Ben & Jerry’s peeking out of that Tesco-bag?”
“Not that it’s any of your business but yes, it was.”
“Good. Go get the stuff and two spoons and meet me in the living room.”
“Buy some yourself.”
“Dude, have you checked the weather? Summer’s here full force. Crossing the street to get here was about as far as I could go without getting a heatstroke.”
“As if. The temparature in your flat isn’t much different, you’re just being lazy. By the way, it didn’t occur to you that maybe that was my ice-cream, did it?”
“Nah. I’ve known you for five years. You never just buy stuff for yourself, you always buy enough so you can feed us because you get off on taking care of us. Now go get the stuff before it’s melting.”
Tom sighed. “It’s in the living room already. But hands off my spoon, I don’t know where your mouth has been before. I’m getting you your own.”
Grinning, Dougie went for the living room while Tom went into the kitchen to fetch Dougie a tub of ice-cream and a spoon.
When Tom returned to the living room, Dougie already got comfortable on the sofa, looking back at Tom with raised eyebrows.
“We’re not watching ‘Grease’, are we?”
“Well, I was watching ‘Grease’. That was before you decided to invite yourself into my house. So now you’re either watching it with me or you’re going back to the rainforest you call home. Without my ice-cream.”
“So ‘Grease’ huh? That’s always been my favorite, dude!”
They fell silent and Tom re-started the DVD. His focus stayed on the film but he didn’t need to look at Dougie to see him cringe at some parts or shake his head at others. It was only after Tom had sang along loudly to one of the songs that their silence got broken by a short laugh of Dougie.
“What?” Tom wondered, looking over at his bandmate.
“You’re such a geek.” Dougie replied, laughing again before sticking another spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth, sucking on it soundly.
“And you’ve noticed that just now?”
“No but … every time I think you can’t go further, you do. You out-geek yourself on a daily basis, basically.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No, not at all. Just shows you’re passionate. I like that in a guy.” Dougie grinned, winking at Tom.
“That the only thing?” Tom asked curiously.
Dougie’s sexuality had never been a secret to Tom, or any of the other guys, for that matter. Still, no one actually knew what Dougie liked in a significant other specifically.
Dougie shrugged. “Can’t really say, actually. If it tingles, it just does, you know.”
“But some things make you tingle more than others, right?”
“Yeah, but that depends on the person. Like, I love how Danny is always happy and how he can entertain himself and everyone around him with nothing. Harry is competitive and just doesn’t give up until he gets what he wanted. He’s really driven, which is incredibly hot. And you … when you love something, you just love it, period. You don’t care if people laugh at you for it. And you’re creative and talented. Both probably the biggest turn-ons ever, no matter in who.”
That had Tom confused. Did Dougie fancy him? He had just said that certain things about him turned the younger guy on, didn’t he? And how come that Tom wouldn’t even mind if Dougie was interested in him?
Not noticing Tom’s dazzled state, Dougie continued to speak. “When you’re sitting at the piano and just start to play something out of nothing. Dude, you have no idea how fucking sexy that is. Or you’re sitting here, singing along to all the songs in bloody ‘Grease’ and it just makes me wanna grab and kiss you.”
Tom looked over at Dougie, seeing his friend completely at ease, not the slightest bit ashamed of what he had just said. “Why don’t you do it then?” he asked, surprised how easy the question had left his lips.
At this, Dougie turned over to his bandmate, saying nothing, just raising his eyebrows in question.
“I mean, you always follow your impulses. Why not now?”
“Because …” Dougie looked for words. “Tom, this is you.”
“It’s just … I never thought you … you know.”
“No, I don’t actually.”
“Acting spontaneously is about as far away from your personality as thinking before acting is from mine.”
“Maybe I’m tired of always thinking.”
With a grin, Dougie took the ice-cream tub Tom held in his hand away from him and placed it on the coffee table.
“No more for you. This is brain freeze in its worst stage.”
“Doug, I’m serious. If you wanna kiss me, fucking do it!”
“You seem awfully eager for someone who isn’t even openly gay, do you realise that?”
“And you are a pain in the arse, do you realise that?”
“I’m just trying to save you from doing something you might regret in the end.”
“How do you know what I’m going to regret and what not?”
“Because I know you. You’re all up for it now and then you’re going to chicken out later.”
“Prove it then. Like you just said, if you wanna do it, fucking do it. Not that you’re going to or anything …”
Dougie then sat back on the sofa, keeping his eyes on Tom, a smirk on his face, wordlessly challenging him to put his words into action.
With a huff, Tom took back his ice-cream tub and leaned back on the sofa, setting his focus back on the film showing. No matter if he wanted Dougie or not, he surely wouldn’t give his younger friend the satisfaction and proving that he was right in thinking that Tom was so desperate that he would jump him.
The amused smirk never leaving his face, Dougie brought another spoonful of ice-cream to his lips, but couldn’t hold back one last remark.
And that was all that it needed.
Tom forcefully slammed his ice-cream tub back on the coffee table and took Dougie’s away from him as well, before grabbing the younger man by the shirt collar, pulling him onto his lap.
The second Dougie was close enough, Tom slammed his own lips on the other one’s, not even giving him a chance to protest. But when Dougie immediately thrusted his tongue past Tom’s lips, the guitarrist realised that if he wanted to wait for Dougie protesting, he would have to wait quite some time.
When the need to breathe became evident, Tom pulled back from Dougie’s lips, bringing at least some distance inbetween them. Still, he made sure to keep his firm hold on Dougie’s hips so the bassist wouldn’t dare to escape him.
“Fuck you!” Tom uttered breathlessly, finally replying to Dougie’s last statement.
Dougie grinned and wriggled his eyebrows. “You wanna?”
Without a word, Dougie ground his hips against Tom’s, making the elder release a moan. He also couldn’t fail to notice that there was something stirring inbetween them too. Dougie wound his arms around Tom’s neck, never bringing his hips to a halt, while he whispered into Tom’s ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“You want me Tom, don’t you? You can have me if you want. You can fuck me, you just need to say it.”
“Nnnrgh, Doug …” Tom got out between gritted teeth, the combined sensations of Dougie grinding down on him while the boy breathed into his ear almost making him see stars.
“Say it, Tom.”
Those three words were too much for Tom. He turned his head again, his lips crashing down onto Dougie’s once more. He barely pulled away to speak.
“I wanna fuck you, Doug. I wanna fuck you so hard until you won’t remember your own name anymore.”
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, then. Because this” Dougie ground down on Tom once again, letting the elder feel the bulge in his trousers. “won’t stay up long with ‘Grease’ running.”
“You really are a pain in the arse.”
“Oh no, that’s what you’re going to be. And I’m looking forward to it.”
Shaking his head with a laugh, Tom made Dougie get off his lap so the both of them could stand up and get upstairs. However, the way was prolonged by the boys stripping, groping and kissing each other. When they finally fell down on Tom’s bed, nothing but their boxers was covering them and Dougie’s more than eager fingers made them fall to the bedroom floor soon enough.
Once Dougie was actually naked underneath him, Tom, just as his younger band mate had predicted beforehand, felt his nerves flutter. What was he supposed to do now? Sure, he had thought about this happening before, but never had he dared thinking that it would actually happen. And now that it did, he had no idea what to do first, what to say, if to say anything at all, or just … go ahead.
Dougie’s voice from underneath him pulled the blonde out of his daydreaming and he looked down and the other male.
Dougie cupped Tom’s cheek with his hand, letting his thumb graze the skin of the elder.
“But I … I have no idea what to …”
“Follow your impulses. Do whatever feels right. I’m not going to leave.”
Tom just nodded while Dougie tilted his head upwards to meet Tom’s lips in a tender kiss. And Dougie definitely knew what he was doing because after less than two seconds, all of Tom’s doubts were forgotten and all he wanted was to kiss Dougie into oblivion.
Dougie switched their positions so he was on top now. His hand left Tom’s cheek, grabbing Tom’s hand and guided it downwards to where their groins were connecting every so often.
Tom broke the kiss and looked up at Dougie when he noticed where his hand was suddenly placed.
“Touch me, Tom.” Dougie breathed.
“I can’t … I don’t … how do I …” Tom stuttered.
Smiling up at Tom, Dougie pointedly wrapped his hand around Tom’s hard cock, making the elder moan at the simple touch and buck his hips into Dougie’s hand.
“You could also do this …”
Dougie started to move his hand up and down on Tom’s length, making Tom groan even louder and arch his hips even more.
“Come on, Tom. Touch me. Make me feel what you feel right now.”
Throwing his hesitation out of the window, Tom now also reached for Dougie’s rock-hard cock and wrapped his hand around it, immediately starting to copy Dougie’s movements. His mind was spinning from Dougie’s well-practised movements and he was determined to pleasure him as much as he was pleasured himself.
Dougie almost came there and then when Tom finally lost his shyness and began stroking his cock. He leaned down and began sucking the skin of Tom’s neck into his mouth, wanting, needing, to do something to distract himself from the fluttering in his stomach or otherwise this whole thing would be over before it even began.
“Do you … we’d need … lube or anything?” Dougie mumbled into Tom’s skin, before leaning up again and looking down at Tom, trying not to pay attention to what Tom was doing with his hand around his cock for at least a moment.
“There are condoms in the drawer.” Tom nodded towards his bedside cabinet. “And … well, there should be some hand creme in there.”
“That should do the trick, I think.”
Dougie took his hand away from Tom’s erection and shuffled through the drawer, looking for the items Tom had mentioned. Tom kept rubbing Dougie’s length all the while, enjoying how easy it was to distract his young lover.
When Dougie had found the items needed, he leaned back over Tom, his face expression changing into a pleasured one whenever Tom did something with his hand that he enjoyed.
“For someone who was shitting himself about two minutes ago, you seem oddly comfortable right now.”
“Well, I have a good teacher, showing me all the right moves.”
“You do, don’t you? Then I think it’s time to move to the next part of this particular lesson.”
“And what would that be?”
“You. Inside. Me.” And Dougie puncuated every word with a kiss and a featherlight touch to Tom’s still hard cock.
Tom swallowed at Dougie’s words, his nerves almost getting the better of him again. But Dougie was fast at reading the obvious signs. He made Tom look into his eyes again, while picking up the stroking motions on the elder’s errection again. Tom’s worries were washed away as quickly as they had roamed over him before.
With skilled fingers, Dougie rolled the condom on Tom’s arousal and coated it with hand creme, before guiding it towards his entrace.
“Wait!” Tom interrupted and stilled Dougie’s movements, “Don’t you … I mean … aren’t I supposed to … get you … ready?”
“It’s fine, Tom.” Dougie leaned down to kiss him once more. “Stop worrying and just enjoy, alright?”
Tom nodded and just moments later he felt himself being engulfed by Dougie’s body ever so slowly. He had to hold back a moan when he looked up at the other male, his head tilted back and his eyes shut tightly, moaning throatily while he let Tom travel deeper and deeper inside of him.
“Okay?” Dougie asked when Tom was fully inside of him.
“‘S so … it’s so tight. Fuck!” Tom breathed.
Smiling, Dougie raised his hips again until only the head of Tom’s cock was penetrating him, before bringing his hips down again, riding Tom slowly and thoroughly. With each movement Tom found it harder to breathe, to think, to move, to do anything really. But he didn’t want to leave it to Dougie to do all the work so when Dougie brought his hips down, Tom thrust his own hips up, meeting Dougie’s halfway.
At this Dougie let out a deep moan of Tom’s name and began to speed up his movements with each thrust, Tom’s hips raising with every downwards movement.
“Harder, Tom. Fuck. Fuck me harder!”
And Tom did. His hips barely touched the mattress anymore while Dougie still rode him for all he was worth, one hand gripping onto the headboard of Tom’s bed. The other wandered to his erection, standing proud and begging for attention and Dougie fisted it and stroke it out of time to their thrusts.
Watching Dougie pleasuring himself and knowing that he was also a part of the pure satisfaction on the young man’s face and the sounds that left Dougie’s lips, brought Tom closer and closer to the edge. And only seconds later he came with a loud moan of Dougie’s name. He kept the movements of his hips going, determined to not stop until Dougie would find his own release as well. And just moments later, Dougie’s face contorted in pleasure and he came all over his hand while calling out Tom’s name.
Both men slowed their movements down, before Dougie raised his hips one final time and let Tom pull out of him. Still breathing heavily, he collapsed on the mattress, half on half, off Tom.
“That was …” Dougie gasped out, “… yeah.”
“Exactly.” Tom replied while ridding himself of the condom.
They both didn’t say a thing while getting their breathing back to normal. But suddenly Dougie let out a giggle which made Tom turn to look at him.
Dougie shook his head. “Nothing. Just have this song in my head now.”
Grinning, Dougie looked back at Tom before starting to sing softly. “Summer days drifting away to … ah … those summer nights.”
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