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Title: Sweet And Sour
Author: Me, or nicky1388
Chapter: 1/6
Pairing: Pones, Floynter
Rating: R (for language)
Dedication: Becky, for the mcsecretsanta fic exchange.
A/N: I haven't written fic in forever and this one sort of took on a life of it's own.
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When Dougie Poynter joined McFly at 15, he was already comfortable identifying himself as bisexual adn didn't hesitate to tell his bandmates as much. He'd had two boyfriends and one girlfriend, but still hadn't been kissed. He didn't really care though, because he knew it would happen when it was supposed to.
As Dougie continued to dispense random facts about his life, Tom Fletcher looked at him in awe. It amazed him that someone so young could be so matter of fact and sure of themselves. At 18, Tom could only wish he was so open. He'd known for years that he was attracted to guys, but refused to admit it to anyone, even outloud to himself. He just couldn't do it.
Instead, when it was his turn to share, he told the guys about Giovanna, the girl he'd known since preschool and had started dating about 3 months previously.
If he hadn't been so worried about sounding convincingly straight, he would have noticed how the light in Dougie's eyes dimmed a bit. As it was, he didn't, but Danny did.
So, when Tom went to bed that night to dream of Dougie and wishing he could be more open and possibly make something happen, Danny slipped into the boy's bed, determined to make his eyes sparkle again.
*two years later, Dougie's 17th birthday at Danny's house*
"Danny," Dougie screeched between giggles, "Stop it!"
Danny, of course, didn't listen and just continued to smush cake into Dougie's chest as he staddled his hips. He scooped a little up onto two fingers and pressed them to Dougie's lips before replacing them with his own lips.
Dougie's giggles abruptly ceased as he kissed his boyfriend, fingers tangling in the straightened brown locks.
Tom looked away as the happy pair continued to make out. He cursed himself yet again for not being brave enough to speak up when he had the chance. If he had, maybe he could be the one getting his shirt sticky with icing and not watching it.
He was startled out of his thoughts by Harry tapping him on the shoulder.
"What?"
"Take a walk with me."
Tom didn't hesitate. He didn't need to watch his dream make out with his best friend any longer.
"So, why don't you tell him?" Harry started that moment they were out of Danny's yard and onto the sidewalk.
Tom turned to look at him, brown eyes wide. "What?!"
"Dougie. I see the way you look at him." He replied seriously, fixing Tom with an icy blue gaze.
"I don't know what you're talking about," was the stubborn blonde's reply.
"Yes you do. 'Fess up."
"No. He's happy. He's got Danny." Tome replied averting his gaze to his trainers.
"That's what you think. Try talking to him half as much as you stare at him and you might figure it out."
"I do talk to him," Tom protested.
Harry hit him upside the head, "About Danny and the like you don't," he said matter-of-factly and turned around, back towards Danny's house.
Tom stood staring after him bewildered and rubbing the now sore spot on his head.
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Author: Me, or nicky1388
Chapter: 1/6
Pairing: Pones, Floynter
Rating: R (for language)
Dedication: Becky, for the mcsecretsanta fic exchange.
A/N: I haven't written fic in forever and this one sort of took on a life of it's own.
*
When Dougie Poynter joined McFly at 15, he was already comfortable identifying himself as bisexual adn didn't hesitate to tell his bandmates as much. He'd had two boyfriends and one girlfriend, but still hadn't been kissed. He didn't really care though, because he knew it would happen when it was supposed to.
As Dougie continued to dispense random facts about his life, Tom Fletcher looked at him in awe. It amazed him that someone so young could be so matter of fact and sure of themselves. At 18, Tom could only wish he was so open. He'd known for years that he was attracted to guys, but refused to admit it to anyone, even outloud to himself. He just couldn't do it.
Instead, when it was his turn to share, he told the guys about Giovanna, the girl he'd known since preschool and had started dating about 3 months previously.
If he hadn't been so worried about sounding convincingly straight, he would have noticed how the light in Dougie's eyes dimmed a bit. As it was, he didn't, but Danny did.
So, when Tom went to bed that night to dream of Dougie and wishing he could be more open and possibly make something happen, Danny slipped into the boy's bed, determined to make his eyes sparkle again.
*two years later, Dougie's 17th birthday at Danny's house*
"Danny," Dougie screeched between giggles, "Stop it!"
Danny, of course, didn't listen and just continued to smush cake into Dougie's chest as he staddled his hips. He scooped a little up onto two fingers and pressed them to Dougie's lips before replacing them with his own lips.
Dougie's giggles abruptly ceased as he kissed his boyfriend, fingers tangling in the straightened brown locks.
Tom looked away as the happy pair continued to make out. He cursed himself yet again for not being brave enough to speak up when he had the chance. If he had, maybe he could be the one getting his shirt sticky with icing and not watching it.
He was startled out of his thoughts by Harry tapping him on the shoulder.
"What?"
"Take a walk with me."
Tom didn't hesitate. He didn't need to watch his dream make out with his best friend any longer.
"So, why don't you tell him?" Harry started that moment they were out of Danny's yard and onto the sidewalk.
Tom turned to look at him, brown eyes wide. "What?!"
"Dougie. I see the way you look at him." He replied seriously, fixing Tom with an icy blue gaze.
"I don't know what you're talking about," was the stubborn blonde's reply.
"Yes you do. 'Fess up."
"No. He's happy. He's got Danny." Tome replied averting his gaze to his trainers.
"That's what you think. Try talking to him half as much as you stare at him and you might figure it out."
"I do talk to him," Tom protested.
Harry hit him upside the head, "About Danny and the like you don't," he said matter-of-factly and turned around, back towards Danny's house.
Tom stood staring after him bewildered and rubbing the now sore spot on his head.
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