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Title: Waltz Poynter, Part One
Fandom: McFly
Characters: Dougie Poynter/Danny Jones
Prompt: 076;Secrets
Word Count: 1177
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dougie's developed a rather intense infatuation, and Danny hasn't a clue.
Author's Notes: I died for a bit :/ But I'm back with a new story! I rarely ever write multi-chaptered stories, but this would be far too long if it was a standalone. This is part one of three.



Dougie opened his mouth up wide as he shouted into the thick, hot air surrounding him on the stage. He was perched atop one of the feedback monitors, playing his heart out to the kids bouncing up and down in front of him. He was completely lost in the music, forgetting everything that had happened between Danny and Tom the previous night.

Dougie had been watching from his side of the stage as Danny strolled over to Tom’s microphone, towards the end of 'All About You.' The two stood mere centimeters away from one another-not an unusual occurrence for the pair-and sang the last line in perfect harmony. Something new happened that night though, Tom had leaned in that extra distance and pressed his lips square onto Danny’s. Dougie was mortified that the other guitarist had just kissed the object of the bassist’s affections. It had been all the boy had thought about, until he began playing that half-hour ago.

The bassist played as hard as he could for the last few bars of the song, his legs spread in a wide stance as he shook his head to the beat of Harry’s drums. His fingertips were raw and near bleeding, but to Dougie it was a sign that he’d given all that he had. The crowd erupted into a chorus of screams, whistles, and clapping, and Dougie grinned broadly, waving to the kids. He removed the guitar from around his neck and handed it to one of the roadies, before facing the crowd and blowing the lot a kiss.

Sweat rolled down his body as he exited, and the moment he made it backstage he tugged the sopping wet shirt over his head. Danny was the furthest thing from his mind at that moment, so he hadn’t thought twice about possibly being half-naked in the same room as the other boy. Dougie, still high from pure adrenaline, grinned and clapped Harry on the back before the other celebrity scampered off to the tour bus.

"How’d you like that show?"

Dougie had immediately frozen the moment he’d heard Danny’s distinct voice. It took almost all of the boy’s free will to forget that he was shirtless, and muster up a coherent answer.

"One of the better on the tour, I think," he’d said unenthusiastically, all thoughts from earlier flooding his mind again.

It took all the courage that Dougie had to turn around and face the guitarist, but the moment he did so, he wished he hadn’t. His breath caught in his throat as he came face to face with a wet, sweaty, half-naked, and unfathomably sexy Daniel Jones. He’s nearly creamed himself at the sight. Danny had evidently found time on his way off the stage to peel off his shirt and soak his whole upper body with a water bottle. He stood tall and grinned innocently at Dougie through his matted, wet hair, and lifted his hand in a cute, friendly wave.

"I think so too, mate. You sounded and looked so good up there!" The guitarist giggled, and tucked his thumbs into the belt loops on his jeans to tug them down slightly.

Dougie gulped, unable to take his eyes off the boy standing in front of him. His cheeks grew hot when Danny mentioned something about him looking good, though he hadn’t heard exactly what was said, given that the bassist was rather distracted. His heart warmed at Danny’s cute little wave, it reminded him of the shy and slightly socially awkward guy that Danny had once been. Dougie grew even more flustered when his eye caught the dangerously low-slung jeans, and he forced himself to turn away before he did something stupid.

Much to Dougie’s dismay, Tom and Fletch left the room moments later, leaving he and Danny alone. He flopped down onto the couch placed not-so-strategically on the opposite wall, and he used every last bit of his will to keep his eyes on the floor. Danny had given a quick goodbye ceremony to the other two, which mostly consisted of Danny giving each a kiss on the cheek, and then waddled over to the couch Dougie was on. The guitarist curled into the other side, stretching his legs out far and setting them down right in Dougie’s lap.

"Did you not hear me?" Danny asked after a few long moments, for once noticing that Dougie hadn’t actually replied to his comment.

Dougie sunk further into the couch, before momentarily slipping off into his own little world. All he could seem to think about was Danny. The way Danny looked when he woke up, hair strewn about, eyes half-closed and slightly puffy. The way Danny would come to Dougie when he was upset, that slight pout on his perfect lips, his eyes devoid of their usual warmth. The way Danny would glide his fingers over the fret board of his beloved guitar, completely lost in himself and his music. The cute, content little grin stuck on Danny’s face when the two got high together. Danny consumed Dougie’s thoughts, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t think of his girlfriend in the way that he used to.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he felt a sudden pressure on his crotch, and he tensed up again as he looked over to Danny.

"Uh.." was all he could say, he just hoped Danny wouldn’t ask why he was so out of it.

Dougie noticed the slight pout that had grown on Danny’s lips, and he watched the way the guitarist lay back to move his hands to his still wet stomach. Danny folded his fingers over his lower abdomen, and once again Dougie found his eyes glued to the other male’s body.

"Aye, what’s up with you tonight?" The guitarist asked, shifting his feet a bit to get comfortable.

Dougie had to bite down roughly on his tongue to hold back the sounds that were threatening to escape. During the set, the vibrations from his bass, the other guitars, and the drums, made his senses triple in intensity. He became overly sensitive, and his band mates would often tease him by ‘accidentally’ creating friction in his trousers. This time though, it didn’t seem that Danny was taking the piss on him.

He chewed on the muscle for a few long moments, his mind drawing blank in terms of an explanation for his peculiar behaviour. He couldn’t very well tell Danny the truth, because despite being his best mate, the truth would simply destroy their relationship.

"Uh.." he started, his mind racing at a pace he couldn’t keep up with, and he ended up blurting out "I cheated on Lauren." It wasn’t a bad excuse really, but he didn’t want it to get back to her since it wasn’t the truth, so he added, "..sort of." As soon as he did though, he flinched, knowing the questions Danny was going to throw at him next. Dougie had just made his third big mistake of the evening; he’d set himself up for complete disaster.

Continue to Part Two



( x-posted to mcflyslash )