Mikes Story

Disclaimer: this work is fiction. I do not know/have met, any of the mentioned celebrities or know or have any knowledge of their private lives.

Mike's story

A Story To Tell

Mike sat at his computer reading some story off of the internet, someone else's private fantasy about their favourite celebrity. This one was about James Bourne of busted, sleeping with some fan after a concert. Like that'd happen in real life. It was nothing special but it kept Mike captivated for a few minutes while he read. Finally finishing he returned to the sites homepage and looked at which other celebrities had homo-erotic stories written about them. The usual ones really; Aaron Carter, Justin Timberlake, Robbie Williams, etc.

Nothing else really caught his eye, all those fit celebrities out there and nobody's writing about them, and especially about the one Mike really wanted to read about, well maybe he should, he thought to himself as his hand moved the cursor down the screen and casting a brief look over the hundreds of stories upon the screen.

He went downstairs and got himself a drink and returned to his room five minutes later with a glass of lemonade and turned on the music, loud. Green Day played at top volume as Mike laid on his bed looking at the ceiling, and putting his thoughts into the shape of a story that he could write down on the page. It had to be something good, something he could throw all his enthusiasm in to.

Getting off his bed and sitting back down at his computer, the ideas flowing, he starts a new document, and sat before the blank screen, let his hands move over the keys. Then nothing. He had a story. He had a celebrity. What he didn't have was an opening line. Sat in silence, the music drowning out his thoughts, waiting for a stroke of genius to come.

Finally he thought of the only thing that would come into his head. His hands find the keyboard and he begins to write:

Some would call him a dreamer, but to Ryan, to himself, he knew he wasn't. No matter who said he was lying, he knew the truth. Last night had been the best experience of his life and no matter what anyone said they couldn't erase the fact he maybe, just maybe, be falling in love. And with Danny fucking Jones, no less. Okay, so he wasn't the best candidate to fall in love with anybody, and okay, so last night had been just under the premise of sex, but he could feel the emptiness growing within him now that Danny had left.

It had all started so innocently, even thinking back now he could hardly believe that he had even met Danny, never mind brought him home, or Danny had brought him home. The McFly concert ticket had been placed in his hand by his friend who had been asked to work at the last minute, she had just handed it over and told him to have a good time. He thought it stupid at the time, but it was all last minute. He had even thought about not going, but then thought again, it was free after all. But he was a guy...going to a McFly concert. It was one thing to like their music in private, but to see them live...what the hell.

He had caught the train straight to the venue, got their an hour before they even started letting people in, but he was there. And when they did let him in he was pretty much front row, just to the left of the stage, Cassie maybe a pain but she sure could pick a seat. After nearly an hour of waiting, of listening to girls screaming for the guys to come on stage, at long last they appeared. Tom, followed by Harry, followed closely by Dougie, then finally Danny. And for the best part of two hours they rocked the arena, played the hits whilst playing the crowd, it was totally unbelievable. And he was going to miss this?

When the guys had finally finished their set and after waiting nearly half an hour to leave the venue for screaming girls he made his way for the train, which to his horror, after reading the timetable wasn't coming. "SHIT!" Ryan cursed at the top of his voice, the station was nearly empty anyway but those that were left looked to see what was going on.

He was panicking. Who wouldn't? he was eighteen, waiting in a train station for a train that wasn't coming nearly one-hundred-and-fifty miles from home, in a place he didn't even know. He was screwed. He paced the station, thinking, worrying. What was he going to do? He didn't know anybody who could drive that he could phone to come pick him up, he didn't even have any money to make a phone-call with anyway, the only way he had managed to get their on the train was with a weekly pass. It was nearing midnight and he was the only person left in the station. He sat on one of the long metal seats and sighed, his only option was to sleep in the station tonight and get the train home in the morning, he'd never slept rough. Well he supposed this was a little better than rough, at least he was inside and not on the street, which was better than nothing.

He rested his head back and looked up at the ceiling nearly thirty feet above his head, he closes his eyes and tries to at least fall asleep. After being there for nearly fifteen minutes, his eyes still closed, yet he remained firmly awake voices started to approach from the same way he had come over an hour-and-a-half ago, surely, he thought, nobody could be just leaving the venue after this long. Whoever it was they were getting closer, then the thought hit him, maybe it's the security doing rounds. Keeping his eyes shut he stayed still, hoping they'd help rather than kick him out. Finally the voices started coming down the stairs and into the station.

"...But it was awesome, my ears are still ringing now." one of them said, followed by a laugh from whoever he was with.

"I thought I was gonna faint it was that bloody hot," said another.

"I know, my hands are still clammy." came a third.

"Aye, aye." somebody said, they must've noticed him.

"You think he's dead?" one asked.

"Dunno," someone said quieter, "Go check."

"Fuck off. You go," he replied.

"Don't call me Hugo," the one he was referring to before replied sarcastically.

"Fine. I'll do it as usual." and footsteps started to approach where Ryan was sitting on the seat, he came round to the front to have a look at him from the front before leaning down and shaking him, "You all right, mate?" he said. Ryan looked at the stranger who was at his face level, he may have had his eyes closed for a while but there was no mistaking who it was, after all he had only been no more than twenty feet from him just two hours ago, Danny Jones.

"I'm...fine," Ryan said with a smile, "Well, apart from being stuck in this place," he said indicating the station.

"The doors are open you know?" he must've misunderstood him.

"But I've got nowhere to go out there. I missed my train earlier, so now I'm stuck here for the night till the first train in the morning." he tried to give Danny a pleading look.

"Ah, right," Danny cast a look over at the other three members of McFly who were waiting for him and Harry just gave a shrug of his shoulders, not knowing what to do, "So where abouts you from?" Danny asked.

"Huddersfield," Ryan replied looking into Danny's eyes hoping for some sign of good will to help him out.

"Dude! That's pretty far," Ryan felt like saying something sarcastic like `no shit Sherlock' but thought better of offending possible help, "Why you way out here?"

"Came to see you...well McFly," Ryan saw Danny smile, maybe he was finally getting through.

"Well maybe we can help," Danny tried, "Is there anyone you can call who can come and get you or anything?" Again he felt like saying something sarcastic, but stopped himself.

"Everyone will either be asleep, or the friends I could call don't drive."

"Man you are in a fix," Danny said, although he said it quite solemnly which surprised Ryan in a way. He let out a small laugh, not intentionally, but it got Danny's attention, "I'll be right back," he added, and went over to the other three that were waiting quite patiently and started saying something that wasn't audible for Ryan to hear, but he saw Tom shake his head in a disapproving way. Finally Danny said something to them and Tom, Dougie and Harry all started to leave and Danny started to walk back over towards Ryan.

"I'll tell you what," Danny said standing back in front of Ryan, "You promise to keep this hush, hush, and I'll give you a ride home," Danny looked at Ryan and saw the delight on his face.

"Really?" Ryan blurted, not quite believing that he could be going home after all, and also not quite believing that he could be getting taken home by Danny, "You don't mind?" he had to ask.

"No!, but like I said, it has to remain between us. Or else I'll have girls looking in distress every time we play a venue hoping to get a ride home." he sounded pretty sincere.

"Cool. You don't know how much I appreciate this," Ryan enthused, "And I promise I won't say a word about this." he added. Danny started walking away, then feeling he was alone he turned back to Ryan.

"You comin' or what?" Danny says to him. With that Ryan followed him outside and started to walk down the street with him. The silence felt a little uncomfortable to Ryan so he just had to say something.

"Where're the other guys?"

"They're stopping in a hotel just round the corner." Danny said, suddenly stopping.

"What?" Ryan asked wondering why he had just stopped dead. He indicated the car next to where he was stood, and rummaged through his trouser pocket till he found what he was looking for.

"This is mine," he replied, and shook the keys that he had just removed from his pocket in front of him.

"Right. Nice." Ryan said approving the choice of car. It was a nice car, a new model Mini. Danny pushed the button on his key chain to de-activate the alarm, and started to get in, Ryan walking around to the passenger side and getting in himself.

"Danny, by the way," Danny said amusingly.

"I know. Ryan." he replied and held his hand out for Danny to shake. After a few seconds of shaking hands Ryan finally let go and Danny turned on the ignition, putting the car in gear he started off down the road.

"You fancy some music or something?" Danny said after a few seconds of silence.

"Sure."

"Radio or CD?" Danny switched on the system and to horror of horrors, whatever station it was preset to was playing, yes, McFly. "Or anything but this," he said switching stations slightly embarrassed. Ryan found that kind of funny that he didn't like listening to his own music.

"What CD you got in?"

"Green Day, I think." he pressed the button to switch the system over to CD and sure enough `American Idiot' started playing.

"This'll do. I like Green Day. Just want them to tour over here so I can go see em' now," Ryan said, trying to start a conversation over Billy Joe's singing.

"Yeah, they're cool. Best track on the album though definitely has to be -"

"- Boulevard of broken dreams," they said in unison.

"But Jesus of Suburbia is good too," Ryan added.

"Yeah, I like it, the way they go from one song to the next seamlessly, plus it has some good lyrics." Again the car went quiet between the two as the first single dragged on until Danny finally decided to ask a question.

"So what other music you into?"

"Anything really. Green Day, Metallica, Linkin Park..." Ryan started.

"And McFly. How do you go from listening to Metallica to McFly?" he took his eyes of the road for a second to glance over at Ryan, who was tapping his hands on his thighs to the track playing.

"Just do. I suppose you have one thing in common."

"Which would be?" Danny asks.

"You're both bands that play good music to a wide audience. That and you both are made up of the same people playing the same instruments."

"How'd you mean?"

"Two lead guitarists, a drummer and a bassist."

"O-kay!" Danny says amusingly, "So do you always go to concerts all by yourself?"

"This was a once off, friend had a ticket but had to work so I took her place."

"Nice friend," Danny again says amusingly, "Imagine if she knew how you were getting home?" he glances over at Ryan and grins.

"I think she'd kill me," Ryan says and the CD track changes to `Jesus of Suburbia', "But she'd crucify me if it would've been Dougie bringing me home." He looks at Danny and sees his bemused look. "She is the biggest Dougie fan you could imagine."

"I wouldn't know, I've seen some pretty weird teenage girls who fancy Dougie with a passion. And that's because I sometimes read his fan-mail," he says slyly.

"How weird?" Ryan just had to ask. Danny thinks for a second, reminiscing about all the times he had read Dougie's mail before he finally starts on his answer.

"Wedding proposals, shrines, you know stuff like that. I mean even the desperate ones send stuff like underwear and stuff. Even naked pictures of themselves. Its kind of demeaning the stuff he gets."

"I'm sure!" Ryan replies smugly, and Danny grins to acknowledge that he's right.

"So what kind of stuff do fans send to you?" Danny looks at him funnily.

"You really want to know?"

"That bad?" Ryan says shockingly.

"You wouldn't believe." Danny says casually.

"So what's it like? Being famous and stuff." Ryan tries to say it casually but it comes off a little bit more star struck.

"It has its ups and downs."

"Ups?"

"Money, popularity, women, the usual stuff really." Seeing the turn off to head off towards the motorway he heads down a dual carriage way.

"Downs?" Ryan continues his invasion into the stars life.

"Constant invasion of your privacy by the paparazzi, not knowing who you can trust to be your friends."

"Not to mention the long hours and all the travelling, and then being away from home for long periods of time," Ryan finishes for him.

"Pretty much."

"But you wouldn't give it up for the world, huh?" Ryan says smiling, already knowing the answer.

"Nah, its too much fun." he beams, "And the guys wouldn't let me walk away anyway. Suppose it'd be different if I wasn't in a band, must get lonely being a solo star," he muses over that thought for a few seconds, and they finally get onto the almost empty motorway.

It was a long drive to get back to Huddersfield, and it wasn't until nearly three-o-clock when, after Ryan had given him all the directions, they pulled up outside. Ryan had asked almost every question he could think of in the last three hours on the road home, after relaxing in the company of Danny, he just felt at ease asking his questions, which Danny answered almost every one, but Ryan could tell Danny was tired, and when Danny yawned and stretched at the wheel it just confirmed it to him. Ryan decided it wasn't right to let Danny face the long drive back to the venue when he was tired so plucked up the courage and asked:

" Hey, Danny, listen. I know you must be tired so why don't you stay and get some sleep and head back in the morning. That way I kind of feel like I'm repaying you for bringing me home." There was a long pause as the idea floated through Danny's head.

"You wouldn't mind?" he asked to see if it was a sincere offer.

"Not at all, besides I do owe you or else I'd still be in the train station now," noticing Danny's grin, Ryan knew he was going to accept his offer.

"All right, since you've twisted my arm," he says as he yawns again, "Let me just put the car around the corner for the night then," and he starts slowly going down the road and turns the corner leaving Ryan stood on the pavement waiting for his return.

Ryan waited in the cold night air for nearly five minutes as he waited for Danny's return, which he did eventually. Jogging back up the road to where Ryan was stood, Danny came and started apologizing profusely for his lateness, to which Ryan just shrugged off with a laugh and then started to lead them both up the path to his house. After rummaging through his pockets he finally found his key to the door in his left jacket pocket and continued letting them both into the house. Closing the door after him as he entered, Danny looked around at the bottom of the staircase where they stood as Ryan locked the door behind him.

"You want a drink or anything?" Ryan says doing his best to make his guest feel welcome.

"Yeah, sure," Danny whispers back.

"Why you whispering?" Ryan asks coolly.

"Won't anyone be in bed or anything?"

"The house is empty. My dad works nights and my brother's at his girlfriends house."

"Oh, right."

"Why don't you wait upstairs and I'll go get you a drink," Ryan opens the door that leads into the living room and starts walking away, just catching Danny's response.

"Okay."

Rummaging through the fridge he grabs a couple of cans of Coca Cola and pockets a chocolate bar because he was starving and then shuts the door, leaving him stood in the dark kitchen. When he finally made his way up to his room he found Danny waiting just around the corner at the top of the stairs waiting patiently.

"Why you waiting out here?" Ryan asks looking bemused.

"Didn't know which was your room, did I?"

"Right," he casually just pushes the door to his left open, "This one's mine," and he follows Danny into the dark room and flicks on the light. The walls were covered in posters of Green Day, Metallica and other bands from metal, pop, rock and punk. Clothes are strewn over the floor from the hurry Ryan was in to get ready to set off to the concert earlier, other than that it all seemed tidy and respectable, unusual for Ryan really, although he wouldn't admit it if asked.

Ryan watches with interest as Danny slowly surveys the room, his eyes taking in everything, from the DVD's to his trainer collection in the corner of the room,

"Here,' Ryan says breaking Danny's concentration of surveying the room and handing him a can of Cola.

"Cheers mate." Taking the can from Ryan and opening it with a loud hiss and taking large mouthfuls which numbs his mouth he drains half the can in one go.

"I needed that." turning his attention back to the room and its double bed Danny speaks his thoughts before he even realizes he'd done it, "I'll take it we're sharing then?"

"Huh," Ryan responds somewhat bemused, his transfix on Danny broken by the words.

"The bed, numpty!"

"Oh, yeah. Right. You don't mind do you?"

"Guess not, just as long as you don't snore," he says playfully, smiling at Ryan.

"I just hope you don't hog the covers," Ryan retorts quickly, "And just to let you know, the bathroom is the first door to your left back on the landing."

"Okay. Anything else I should know?"

"Nope."

"Alright then." They both stood there, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally Danny takes the initiative move and starts to unbuckle his belt before sitting on the edge of the bed to take off his trainers and socks, taking glances at Ryan every now and then as he watches as Danny gets ready for bed. Placing his socks neatly into their respected trainer he places them together and puts them neatly under the edge of the bed, then gets back to his feet and removes his beige cargo pants and folds them neatly and looks at Ryan to point out where he can put them until morning, but Ryan just takes them from Danny's hand and places them on top of a small cabinet by the door, Danny's car keys falling from the pocket to the floor as he does so.

Danny gets into bed and just glares at Ryan who hadn't moved the whole time other than to take his pants from him.

"Are you gonna sleep there or you getting into bed?" Danny remarks. It was an offer every female teenage McFly fan would love to have, but to Ryan it was an offer he had to accept, it was his bed after all, he was tired, and he wanted some bed-chat with Danny before he went to sleep. Ryan felt he was being watched the whole time by Danny as he undressed to just his underwear and changed his t-shirt to something he could sleep in before getting in the bed at the opposite side to Danny.

"Happy?" he states and glances to his left at Danny.

"Yeah. So do you sleep with the light on then?" Cocky bastard, Ryan thinks to himself as he gets out of the bed and heads back over towards the door and flicks the switch casting the room into near darkness.

Stumbling he manages to make his way back over and into the bed.

"Happy now?" Ryan asks at what he could only make out as Danny in the dark across from him.

"Yep, perfect," Danny replies. They lay side by side only inches from one another for several seconds in silence before Danny's voice invades Ryan's thoughts.

"Ryan!"

"Yeah?" Ryan responds looking over at the now more visible figure of Danny, now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

"You got a girlfriend?" Danny asks. It was a question Ryan had hoped wouldn't come up, not that he didn't want to answer, it just meant he had to make a choice. He could either: tell Danny the truth or lie to him and let Danny hear what he wanted to hear. He made his mind up quickly.

"No. You?" he told the truth but redirected the question straight back hoping Danny wouldn't probe him further on the subject.

"Nah," came the response.

"Suppose its difficult, being famous and being on the road and stuff?"

"Yeah, it adds a certain restraint on dating. So how comes you're single?" Fuck.

"Trying to find the right person to fall in love with," he said not stating the obvious and leaving out certain words to mislead Danny but keep the truth to himself.

"So you not into that whole, one night stand stuff, then?" Danny probed.

"Not really. Don't like the idea have having my heart broken for no apparent reason, rather have it broken by someone I love."

"So you'd never have a one night stand?" Danny again pushes the subject, Ryan starting to click at what Danny was getting at.

"Not intentionally. If it was just sex and there was no promise of love from either end then I guess I'd think about it, that way no-one gets hurt."

"You know, throughout all the answers you've given me so far you haven't mentioned the other person to be a girl. Not that I'd mind or anything and I don't mean to offend you, but are you gay?" The room went quiet for a few seconds whilst Ryan thought about his answer, then he just thinks to himself: fuck it.

"Yes."

"Cool." What just happened, Ryan had just admitted to being gay to someone he had only known a couple of hours, he hadn't even admitted it to any of his friends, yet here he was telling Danny, and he was alright with it.

"You don't mind?" Ryan carefully asked the question.

"Nah, to each his own, I say. As long as you're happy, fuck what anyone thinks." The words lifted a great deal of anxiety and pressure off Ryan, he suddenly felt alright about being gay, god Danny was good.

"Including you?"

"Me, your friends, your family. If they can't accept you for you, then fuck em'. you gotta be happy you know, and only you can make yourself happy. If other people aren't gonna help you be happy then maybe they're not the people you need around," Danny's tone had turned serious but still remained friendly to Ryan, but the words were dead on in Ryan's mind.

"You sound like you're talking from experience?" Ryan said, his voice close to tears.

"Maybe I am a little, but hell, Ryan, you gotta be yourself no matter what."

"But everyone seems to like the way I am now!"

"But you're not happy," Danny says now rolling over onto his side facing Ryan and propping himself up on his right elbow, "Even I can see that and I've only known you not even half the night."

"So what, I should just speak my mind and how I feel?" Ryan says a little shakily.

"Yeah, go for it, what you got to lose. It beats being miserable the rest of your life, you never know you might get something out of it you never thought possible."

"Are you speaking from experience?" Ryan asks, taking a huge step backwards in the conversation.

"What does it matter? This isn't about me, is it. I know I'm happy. You've got to find yours." Ryan leans forward and kisses Danny quickly then returns to his laying position, what had he just done?

"I'm sorry, that was stupid...stupid," he whispers the second stupid more to himself than wanting to say it out loud and just lays his head back on the pillow in total embarrassment, he'd just fucked up the entire night.

"It wasn't stupid, you were doing what I told you too." Danny says reassuringly.

"Yeah, I didn't hear you tell me to kiss you. I'm such an idiot. Please don't be mad."

"Why would I get mad, I told you to be yourself, besides it wasn't all one sided, I kinda liked it," Danny leans over and returns the kiss for a few seconds, their lips touching, to Ryan it felt so soft and gentle. Danny returns to his still propped up position and just waits for Ryan to say something or make the next move.

"What happens now?" Ryan's voice was sounding very confused, he'd never been this far or in this position before to know what to do next.

"I dunno, what do you want to happen next?" Danny says encouraging Ryan to explore his sexuality with him.

"I want to kiss you again," Ryan replies, hoping Danny will want the same thing.

"Then go for it, you don't have to ask to kiss someone after they've just kissed you, you know." Ryan sits back up and reaching out into the darkness with his right hand finds Danny's head and pulls him into a hard kiss, their lips never parting. Danny decides it's up to him to progress things and takes the lead, leaning more of his weight onto Ryan so he falls back onto the bed, his hand pulling Danny on top of him, Danny props himself just above Ryan.

Rolling his entire body onto Ryan he places his left leg over Ryan's legs, practically pinning him down, he lays on top of him, his arms the only thing keeping his entire weight of Ryan. Separating their lips they look into each others glassy, almost black eyes in the darkness and Ryan pulls Danny back in for another kiss only this time, Danny manages to get Ryan to separate his lips to let him put his tongue into his mouth and seek out Ryan's tongue. The feeling to Ryan was unbelievable as his tongue kept finding Danny's in his mouth before Danny pulled himself away from Ryan.

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" Ryan asks a little disheartened.

"No," Danny's voice seemed okay, "I just want to know how far you're willing to go, that's all."

"I dunno, never been this far before," he replies being truthful with Danny.

"Well if you're willing to go all the way, I just think I ought to tell you that it'd just be a one-night-stand, I like you so I don't want to hurt you," Danny's words were sincere and Ryan respected that Danny had at least been listening to him earlier.

"I'm fine with that, chances are I'll never see you again after tonight anyway right. So I got nothing to lose."

"So you wanna go through with this?" Danny was asking for permission and Ryan knew he was going to accept.

"Just don't fall in love," Danny laughed a little laugh at that comment, "And Danny..." Ryan continued.

"Yeah."

"...Take it easy on me, this is my first time."

"If it feels uncomfortable just tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay." Danny sits up onto Ryan's stomach and takes of his t-shirt and throws it somewhere in the room, then leans down and starts pushing Ryan's t-shirt up his body as he starts kissing his stomach and working his way up his body. Ryan was in ecstasy and this was only the beginning, he didn't know if he'd be able to take another half hour of Danny pleasuring him, but he was going to try. Finally pushing his t-shirt as far as it would go up Ryan's body he leaves it to him to take it off as he kisses his chest and moves round to his right and kisses Ryan's neck moving ever so slowly after each soft peck making his way to Ryan's left ear.

Upon reaching his ear Danny sucks on the bottom of his ear, then lets his tongue explore the rest, making Ryan whimper in pleasure. Feeling Ryan's wandering hands, or more specifically his finger tips, move up his sides before finally stopping just short of his arms. Danny starts to make his way, again in short quick kisses, back to Ryan's mouth which was already open as he was stopping himself just short of moaning in pleasure at Danny's crafty lip work. Sticking his tongue out and letting it run along Ryan's top lip before putting it back into Ryan's mouth for a passionate kiss, as Danny breaks the kiss he playfully and very softly bites Ryan's bottom lip and starts to pull away before finally letting go.

"You hard yet?" Danny asks.

"Danny, I'm gay and I've been lying next to you for the past twenty minutes. What do you think?" Ryan retorts lifting his head to kiss Danny's cheek.

"So I didn't need to do all that kissing?" Danny says playfully.

"Trust me, it didn't go to waste."

"You ready to move on then?"

"Ready when you are, gorgeous." Danny disappears under the covers and Ryan feels the tugging on his boxer shorts a few seconds later, obeying Danny's enthusiasm he lifts his hips from the bed and allows Danny to remove his underwear and sees them get dropped down by the side of the bed and onto the floor. The next thing Ryan feels is a sudden shock to him that almost paralyses him in pleasure, something wet, which he figured could only be Danny's tongue, was making its way up his erection. Driving his head back into the pillow and letting out a soft low moan, Ryan lets Danny know he's doing a good job, and that he shouldn't stop.

Underneath the covers Danny was enjoying his own sexual exploration, having never been with a guy before himself this too was completely new to him as well as to Ryan, and he intended to enjoy and explore as much as he could while he had the chance. Blowjobs had always been something of a mystery to Danny, sure it looked nice watching others do it but he had never seen the gratification in it himself, until now. Letting his lips slowly descend down the length of Ryan's excited manhood he heard the gasp of pleasure from Ryan as he slowly starts sucking his way back up and lets it escape his mouth as he starts kissing his way back up Ryan's body and re-emerges from underneath the covers to find Ryan with the biggest grin on his face possible.

"That was amazing," Ryan sighs deeply.

"But enough for now," Danny smiles, "Swap places." Ryan does as he is instructed and rolls over on top of Danny, and grins at the very thought of removing Danny's underwear and seeing what up until now had only been imaginable in his wildest fantasies. Leaning down he kisses Danny, then starts to kiss his way down over his chin, down his neck, over his chest, down over his smooth body and disappears underneath the covers, carrying on his kisses until his lips find the fabric that was the waistband of his boxers. He thinks for a second before he carries on kissing at the fabric trying to make out where Danny's cock was underneath, which after a few seconds turned out to be very easy.

Doing as Danny had done to him just a minute ago, he puts his fingers down the sides of his underwear and tugs for Danny to lift his hips and let him remove them, which after antagonising Ryan by not doing so for a couple of tugs he finally did. Pulling his boxers all the way down his legs and finally off his feet he lifts up the side of the covers and throws them somewhere in the room, then gets back to the job in hand. Sticking his tongue out and moving his head forward slightly waiting for it to touch something, unsure of what to expect, then he finally feels his tongue make contact with what Ryan hoped was his cock and starts to make a slow ascent up. Opening his mouth and letting Danny's erection between his lips he slowly makes his way back down, gagging halfway, but he doesn't let it stop him. Re-composing himself he continues to take it slowly down till he knew he couldn't go any further then started his way back up again.

Giving his first blowjob was rather easy Ryan thought to himself as he continued gratifying Danny for several minutes, forgetting of course the end result that was bound to happen.

"Ryan, you might want to stop now," Danny said through his heavy lusty breathing, feeling his climax coming closer and closer with every rise and fall of Ryan's mouth on his cock. But Ryan was too involved in the moment and didn't want to stop now he was getting the hang of his new skill.

"Fuck. Ryan," Danny again says exhaling heavily and clenching the bed sheets hard in his right hand, "Well I did try an' warn you," he continues off handed, before biting his bottom lip softly as he feels himself begin to orgasm as Ryan's mouth takes in as much of Danny's cock as it would allow. To say that Ryan wasn't ready for what was happening he quickly began to swallow as to not choke himself on Danny's semen, that was quickly flooding his mouth and blocking his throat. The taste didn't put him off as such, it was just the amount that Danny had produced that had caught Ryan totally off guard, he expected some, but the amount that Danny had produced was something of a shock. Composing himself under the covers first, and wiping his lips on his forearm to make sure he hadn't missed or left any of Danny's semen on his lips he returned back up to be at face level with Danny.

"How was that for my first time?" he asks Danny with a mischievous grin.

"Fantastic," Danny says reaching his right hand out and placing it on Ryan's left cheek, rubbing his thumb softly on his soft skin, "I'm surprised you swallowed as well though."

"Choked, would be the operative word I'd use, but I figured what the hey, why not dive in at the deep end if I'm gonna do it."

"Yeah, sorry about that, just I don't get time to satisfy myself most of the time. Nearly a month since the last time I got off."

"No wonder there was so much then! How do you manage to not get off for a month though, that must be torture?" Ryan jokes.

"It's a fucking nightmare, is what it is. My sex drive has been sky high for months, glad I got to shoot my load now or else I'd be dying before the next chance I get."

"Which would've been when?" Ryan probes.

"Well, if I hadn't have brought some guy home tonight I'd have had a whole night to myself in a hotel room, then the next chance I'd get is probably in about two weeks when we take a break from touring."

"But I suppose a blowjob `from some guy,'" Ryan uses his own words amusingly back at him, "is a much better way to get your rocks off than your right hand." Danny pulls Ryan's face down with his right and gives him a playful kiss before retorting to his last comment.

"But I can think of a much better way," he grins up at Ryan, who cottons onto his meaning straight away.

"You sure you've got the energy?"

"I'll manage, that's if you want to?"

"What the hell, gotta lose my virginity sometime. And losing it to you can't be such a bad thing, can it." Ryan, if truth be told did feel a little scared, but somehow he trusted Danny and believed that he wouldn't hurt him or force him if he didn't want to. Putting his tongue back into Ryan's mouth and kissing him with a passion, Danny, slowly started to move his way back onto the top of Ryan and started running his hands down his sides till they reached his hips.

"Remember, just tell me if you want to stop or if you're uncomfortable, okay?" Danny said reassuringly.

"Uh-huh," Ryan says, avoiding the last chance to turn around and save his virginity.

Danny starts by raising Ryan's knees up to his chest, which he somehow amazingly did and the covers remained still covering them, then pinned them there using his arms and presses his erection against Ryan's arse-hole, looking Ryan squarely in his eyes.

"Last chance to change your mind, dude," he says, but Ryan's determined face never shows sign of weakening.

"Go for it," Ryan urges. Danny pushes softly, and the look on Ryan's face changes instantly. Grabbing Danny by the back of the neck with his right hand and digging his fingers of his left into his back, Ryan enthuses Danny to carry on, which he does.

"Ah," Ryan moans softly, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning further. Danny pushes a little further and Ryan drives his head as hard as he can back into the pillow and closes his eyes, Danny unsure if it was in pleasure or pain, but he guesses the latter. Pushing a little further every time he was getting close to being fully within Ryan.

"Last push, you ready?" Danny warns him.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Ryan tried to say as jokingly and coolly as possible. Ryan's moan must have echoed around the room, it was a good job they were the only ones in the house or they probably would've woken someone up.

"You okay?" Danny asks worryingly.

"Just as long as it gets easier from here," he lets out a subtle laugh.

"I promise you it does," Danny reassures him, "You want to wait a sec before we carry on?"

"Nah, now the pains out of the way I should be okay."

"I'll go slow at first anyway, until you get used to it."

"Okay." Starting to move very slowly, Danny only moves a few centimetres out at first so he doesn't have so far to push back in and so he doesn't hurt Ryan too much. Building up a rhythm he notices Ryan start to relax and enjoy the feeling a little bit, taking this to be a good time he starts to pull out further and further each time, Ryan moaning which each thrust.

Pulling Danny down, Ryan kisses him hard to try to take his mind off what was going on, and succeeding a little too. Keeping his right hand clasped tightly to the back of Danny's neck he reaches above his head with his left and takes a firm grip on the headboard.

Danny was in full flow fucking Ryan, and was surprised at how quickly he had taken to it too. Ryan's moans of pleasure, every time they weren't kissing, letting Danny know he was doing a good job, his knuckles on his left hand turning white he was gripping the headboard so tightly. Danny could feel his orgasm coming on quickly as the pleasure was so intense for the both of them, straining himself he leans down and brushes his lips gently against Ryan's,

"I'm gonna be there in a second, dude," he breathes almost non-coherently to Ryan. Thinking he knows what Danny's getting at, he responds.

"Don't stop."

"You sure?" Danny asks.

"Positive," he says firmly, and tightens his grip on the back of Danny's neck. Slowing his rhythmic hip movements down to prolong the pleasure, Danny tries with all his might not to ejaculate yet, biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes to do so in the process. With one last push, he couldn't hold it any longer and let out a long moan of pleasure and relief as his body shook, releasing his orgasm into a willing Ryan, who was also almost paralysed in pleasure.

Breathing heavy, Danny's arms give way and he flops on top of Ryan, moving his arms out of the way to let Ryan get his legs free and straighten them again.

"Man, that was incredible," Ryan says out of the blue, "You okay?" he asks Danny, who was now covered in a layer of sweat from his hard labour.

"Yeah," he replies weakly, his body knackered, he sounded almost already asleep.

"Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Just in case I forget to tell you tomorrow. Thanks for tonight...Danny?"

"Hmnn," it was more of a sound than a response.

"Night." Ryan kisses his cheek just under his left ear and lets him fall asleep on top of him, sleep soon finding him too.

Ryan awoke the next morning to find himself in bed alone, the room lightly lit from the light outside that was just coming through the curtains. Rubbing his eyes he looks at the clock that told him it was 08:03a.m. Reaching down the side of the bed he found his boxers that Danny had taken off him last night and put them back on underneath the covers, he hated being naked, even in the comfort of his own empty house, then laid back down, placing his hands behind his head. The door to the bedroom opened and Ryan found himself looking at the half dressed Danny, who from the looks of it had just had a shower. A towel in his hand that was rubbing at his hair profusely, his upper body still naked, he had put his cargo pants back on but the boxers that were sticking out of the top of them were not the ones he was wearing last night, and his feet were still bear.

"Morning," he says still half asleep to Danny.

"Hey, morning. Hope you don't mind, I took a shower," Danny replied, coming over to the edge of the bed and sitting down.

"And borrowed some boxers too," Ryan says, his eyes falling to Danny's hips then back up into his eyes, his mouth breaking into a smile.

"Yeah, I was gonna borrow some socks too," Danny says, then continues, "I'll give you some money for them."

"Nah, don't be daft. Can't send you packing swinging loose now, can I?" he says jokingly making Danny smile.

"Mind if I borrow a shirt too, just mines a little creased," Danny picks up the t-shirt that had been left crumpled on the floor and holds it by the collar, showing Ryan how creased it was.

"Sure, if you can find one that fits," Ryan says, "T-shirts are all in that closet over there, right next to my jumpers...and my sexuality," he jokes again.

"In case you forgot, you're not in the closet to me anymore," Danny casually tosses back as he opens the closet doors and starts to look through the selection of t-shirts, "So how'd you sleep?"

"Fine thanks, you?"

"Like the dead," he picks out a green t-shirt and turns back towards Ryan, "This one okay?" Ryan nods his approval.

"So when you heading out?" Ryan asks as coolly as he possibly can.

"'Bout now-ish," Danny puts the t-shirt on and it's a little baggier than expected but he nods his approval and looks at Ryan, "What d'you think?"

"You look fine," Ryan casually comments even though he was staring at the most perfect person he had ever seen.

"Cool. You gonna come and let me out?" it was more a fact than a question.

"You gonna put your trainers on?" he points out.

"I was gonna do that while you got ready, moron."

"Why, as soon as you go I'm gonna come back to bed and catch up on some sleep." Ryan says as he starts to get out of bed, Danny sitting down next to him pulling his socks out of his trainers and putting them back on.

"Ah right," Danny says as pulling his laces tight and starting to tie his right trainer.

"What you gonna do about them?" Ryan points over to Danny's boxer shorts that lie on the floor over by the wall, "Or you gonna let me keep `em as a constant reminder of you?" he grins.

"You keep `em," he says as he gets back to his feet, "And the t-shirt too." Danny makes his way to leave the room and Ryan slowly gets to his feet and follows, noticing something on the side he grabs it and then follows after him again. They stood behind the door, awkward.

"So I guess I'll see you then," Ryan says.

"Yep, always hate goodbyes," Danny remarks.

"You'll be back knocking on my door within five minutes of leaving," Ryan says with a wide grin, "I guarantee it."

"Nope, this is definitely goodbye...funny, I don't know whether to shake your hand or kiss you. I'll let you decide." Ryan grabs Danny by the waist with his left hand and pulls him tightly against his body, kissing him with everything he was worth, making sure that if this was gonna be the last kiss, he was gonna remember it. Pulling away slowly Ryan smiles at him and the reaches out to open the door.

"Five minutes. Bet you five minutes," he plays, "And if I'm right you owe me another kiss. Deal?"

"Alright," Danny plays back, "Bye, Ryan." Danny walks out and into the fresh air of the morning.

"Five minutes," Ryan says behind him, closing the door as he does. Walking down the garden path he takes one last look back at the house then steps onto the pavement and begins walking down the road, back to where he had left his car. Just as he was walking round the corner Danny reaches into his pocket and then stops dead.

"Bastard!" he says to himself. Turning back around and heading back towards Ryan's house.

Ryan sat on the bottom step of the stairs waiting, until finally there was a knock at the door. Opening it he casually remarks:

"You owe me a kiss." Pushing Ryan back into the house and closing the door behind him, Danny pins Ryan against the wall and kisses him hard, putting his tongue into his mouth and letting his hands explore his back, for nearly two minutes he just let himself be with Ryan one last time before he finally pulls away. Holding up his right hand to the left side of Danny, he let the key within it dangle from his finger, as Danny scoops it off with his left hand.

"This time it really is goodbye," Danny says, "And I'm really gonna miss you."

"Me too," their eyes meet and Ryan just smiles.

"Be sure to come see one of our future shows though yeah! And I'll keep a lookout for you."

"Like you'll remember when you walk out that door," Ryan smiles.

"I promise."

"I'll come to one, but I bet you won't see me." Looking at his watch Danny suddenly realizes he should be well on his way by now.

"Well I gotta go, remember what I said about being happy and being yourself," Danny says as he heads out the door and down the path, "And I promise you everything will be okay." Ryan shuts the door and heads back up to his room, making his way over to the window. The street below looked so different today, Ryan thought to himself, but then his thoughts were broken by Danny's mini coming into view and stopping in front of the house. Ryan saw Danny look up at the house and see him stood in the window, waving his last goodbye, Ryan gives a weak smile back as Danny speeds off down the road and out of his life.

Laying down on his bed, the realities of last night flooding his head, Ryan was beginning to realize that he had gone and done exactly what he had told Danny not to do. Now Danny had gone, Ryan suddenly realized that he had fallen in love. And with Danny fucking Jones no less...

The End.

The cursor on the screen blinked as Mike sat reading over the last few lines of his story again, making sure it looked and sounded right. Mike moved the mouse to the save icon and saved his story to his hard drive, then closing it he began to re-connect to the internet, again moving the mouse to the address bar he types in the name of the site where he had read all those other gay fantasy stories.

The page loaded and he scrolled down till he found what he was looking for, and clicked on the submit a story' hyperlink, picking the celebrity category for it he entered his details and then opened his document so the website could upload to their site. He moves the arrow of his mouse over the link and paused for a few seconds, suddenly nervous, then clicks on the text that reads, submit' and the progress bar appears on screen. Within seconds his story had uploaded and it was their now for whomever wished to read it.

Closing all the windows on his desktop, Mike puts his computer into standby mode and takes a step away from his desk as he watches the screen go blank. Smiling to himself, he grabs the remote for his TV and switches it on as he lays down on his bed and watches some music channel as adverts flash on the screen. His story told, for now...

The End.

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