Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> McFLY
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There was a knock at the door. Three slow, three fast and then three slow. S.O.S.
Tom's knock. Danny wasn't sure how late it was but it didn't bother him as he pulled himself of the
couch and padded to the front door.
”Hey Tom” pause. “Oh Tom…”
The older blonde stood on the front step of Danny's house the rain beating down around him, his
clothes and hair dripping endless amounts of water,
”Can I come in?” he asked, his voice small and sheepish against the heavy pounding
of the rain. Danny simply nodded and stepped aside.
The two of them stood at the front door, Tom played with the hem of his shirt and Danny stood there
watching him. After a long awkward silence, rather, hesitated silence Danny finally spoke up.
”Are you alright?” Tom look Danny straight in the eye, his wet face streaked with
things other then rain. Danny's heart skipped a beat as Tom stood there in front of him and cried.
Danny stepped forward and placed a warm hand against Tom's cold face.
“What happened this time?” He whispered. But Danny didn't need to know the answer, he
already knew but he let Tom spill the hurt anyway, it's what he needed. By the time Tom had finished
explaining his tears had dried and his voice had some power, some strength behind it.
“You have to let him go, Tom, you can't keep going through this”
Tom met this guy and fell in love with him instantly, they dated for a few months before Tom found
out that he was a drug dealer, they shared a house and used it mainly for drug parties. When he got
high Tom's boyfriend became violent, he fought with Tom nearly every night.
Danny let out a sigh and tugged lightly on Tom's hand,
“Come on; let's get you out of those clothes.”
Danny rummaged through his top draw and pulled out a shirt and pajama pants.
“Sorry I don't have anything else, will this be alright?”
Danny turned to face Tom and found him looking directly into deep brown sadness.
“I don't know what to do” Tom said his voice lost all confidence that it had gained
before. Danny looked down at the folded clothes in his hands and placed them carefully on top of the
draws, he reached out and clasped Tom's hand in his own and lead him cautiously to the bed.
“I'll get your bed wet” Tom said standing over Danny, who carefully sat down,
“Doesn't matter” Danny patted the bed next to him and watched as Tom slowly sank down,
Danny watched as he winced rubbing his hands over his stomach.
Danny took Tom's hands in his own and slowly laced and unlaced their fingers, the whole time he
watched Tom's face with great interest, a smile formed in the corners on Tom's mouth as Danny drew
patterns and shapes on his palm.
“Tom?” Danny said, his voice dropping to a whisper, the rain had stopped hammering
outside and the air was still and his room was quiet. Tom lifted his chin until their eyes met;
Danny leant forward and kissed him directly on the lips.
They lips moved together yet they hardly touched, Tom could still feel the tingle on his lips long
after Danny had pulled back, his lips danced with electrical sparks and the taste left him wanting
more. Before Tom could realize he started pulling at the top button of his shirt, his mind froze but
his hands kept on working, his hands shaking unable to undo the buttons. Suddenly he felt the warmth
of Danny's hands on his and he gracefully let his hands fall to his side and let Danny finish the
Once his shirt was off and left carelessly on the floor Danny sat back and studied Tom's body, the
marks and scratches left on Tom's chest made a dull ache in Danny's heart.
Tom crossed his arms over his chest and dug the tip of his fingers into his forearm. “Tom
you're beautiful” Danny finished running his fingers over Tom's shaking arm.
“I'm not, I never will be, its terrible” he said, losing control of his voice and
letting it drop until it was almost barely audible. Danny looked up at him with the same sad eyes;
he leant over and switched the lamp off next to his bed plunging the room into darkness, the only
source of light came from the neon glow outside on the street. Danny couldn't see the marks but he
could feel them, he could feel there warmth radiating off Tom's body.
Tom leant forward and connected their lips together again; he still felt self-conscious but quickly
forgot about it as he applied more pressure to Danny's lips.
Somehow Danny had managed to get Tom on his back, flat against the mattress; Danny quickly undressed
himself as Tom watched intrigued by the curves on his hips and the muscles of his bare arms. Danny
quickly re-attached their lips slowly sliding his tongue into Tom's mouth.
“I love you” Danny breathed onto Tom's neck, and Tom said,
He smiled into Tom's neck and slowly made his was down pressing light kisses on the bruises and
marks scattered on Tom's torso. Tom's breathing hitched as Danny kissed a sensitive spot just above
his right hip.
“Sorry” Danny mumbled against his skin, slowly he pulled himself up and kissed Tom
roughly on the lips.
“Danny, Please, I want you…” Tom said shifting his hips under Danny's weight, his
breathing became faster as Danny leant over and fumbled through the objects in his draw next to the
“Danny…” Tom moaned into Danny's collarbone, he planted butterfly kisses along
Slowly and carefully Danny pushed into Tom, Tom groaned in the back of his throat and scratched
lines down Danny's arms.
“Please…” Tom whimpered as Danny paused not sure if he should carry on.
Their two bodies moved together as one, Tom had his hands wrapped around Danny's neck while Danny
had two hands braced on either side of Tom's head; their foreheads pressed together, both of them
looking into each others eyes. Danny came with a disjointed grunt; Tom came with a breathy moan of
“You're beautiful” Danny whispered into Tom's chest as he pulled out slowly, his
breathing fast and loud, while Tom's was more quieter. Tom sighed as Danny flopped down next to him;
he rested his hand on Tom's hip, his chest pressed against Tom's back.
Within minutes they were both asleep.
Tom stirred and slowly opened his eyes, sun light beamed in through the open window, he realized he
was still in the same position as he was last night. Tom slowly rolled over and stretched his arms
over his head and let out a muffled yawn.
Tom rolled over until he was completely facing Danny, he lay there propped up on his elbow and his
head in his hand watching Tom's every move. A small smile spread on Tom's lip and Danny kissed it
“Can you do me a favour?” Danny asked shifting until he was sitting up, his knees to his
chest. Tom followed.
“Can you go over to that mirror over there and tell me what you see?” Tom swallowed hard
and studied the full length mirror on the opposite side of the room, he was scared, scared of what
he would see, the extent of the damage. He glanced over at Danny, who just sat there and smiled. Tom
got up and cautiously made his way over to the mirror, picking up his boxers on the way there and
slipping them on. He stood in front of the mirror his eyes closed and his breath tight in his chest,
he felt Danny come up behind him and slipping his arms around his waist, his head resting lightly on
Tom's right shoulder.
“Open your eyes” Danny breathed.
Tom released his breath he was holding and slowly opened his eyes, what he saw in the mirror shocked
“What?” Tom asked studying his reflection, there were no marks or scratches to be seen
on his body, every single mark was gone.
“You can thank me later” Danny laughed at the look on Tom's face, the reflection of his
smile hidden behind Tom's shoulder.
“You're magic or something…” Tom trailed off running his fingers over the
“I love you” Danny whispered and Tom said.
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