“Dougie? Any final words?” Tom dared to ask. I smirked slightly, seeing the pleading look in his eyes as he begged me not to say anything dire.

I took a deep breath and stepped up to my microphone, glancing out over the packed Edinburgh Playhouse: “Danny’s gay.”

I could see Danny glaring at me, but there was no time for him to hit me as we launched into an energetic rendition of 5 Colours In Her Hair. ‘Later,’ he mouthed at me moodily.

*****

Danny didn’t speak to me on the whole ride back from the Playhouse, and when we reached the hotel we were staying in, he went straight into his room. We were staying overnight in Edinburgh since we didn’t have a gig tomorrow night, giving us the whole day to travel to Ipswich at our leisure.

“Hey.” Harry could my shoulder as I headed towards my room. He pressed a Creme Egg into my hand, “Happy Easter, Doug.”

I laughed. With the tour and everything, I’d totally forgotten about Easter. “Thanks, dude.” I smiled at him and went into my room.

I wasn’t too bothered about Danny, though. His sulks never lasted long- he wasn’t that type of person. And besides, this gave me the much needed time to shower. I hadn’t been lying to the audience when I had told them I had sweat in my eyes. I was soaked. So I took a long shower, cleaned off, and soaked my aching muscles.

I just didn’t expect to see Danny sitting on my bed when I walked out.

I jolted, staring at him with wide eyes, “How the hell did you get in here?!”

He shrugged, “Went down to the desk. Said I was Dougie Poynter and I’d managed to lock myself out. They gave me a key.”

I blinked, trying to take it all in as I tightened my grip on my towel, “Okay, let me rephrase that: Why the hell are you in here?!”

He stood up slowly, moving towards me, “You think you’re so damn clever, don’t you…?”

Oh, God. Here it came. My punishment for calling him gay on stage had arrived. I backed up slowly, not liking the cool, composed look on his face. That wasn’t a Danny-like expression. “Look, it was just a joke,” I told him as my back hit the wall. “I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t get so wound up about it.”

He leaned forward, trapping me with his arms, “It’s Easter, Dougie… Don’t you want to know what I got you…?”

I swallowed nervously, not liking where this seemed to be going, “Harry got me a Creme Egg.”

He laughed softly, “I got you something different…” The sheer blue of his eyes had me rooted to the spot. I could do nothing but stare back at him. “Why d’you think I get so wound up about it, Doug?” He leaned in to whisper in my ear, “It’s true…”

I gasped, realising how firmly I was trapped between his body and the wall, and I was only wearing a towel! I hoped to God this was only a wind-up. “Danny…”

He pressed a light kiss to the bottom of my jaw, and began to work his way up. “You’re a hypocrite, Dougie. You’re bi… And I’m gay for you.”

His mouth crushed down on mine so roughly that the back of my head smacked off the wall. I knew it was wrong, but I kissed him back eagerly. There was just something so erotic about the way he was trapping me.

My free hand slid up his side, and lingered, before I tugged on the hem of his t-shirt.  Understanding, he stepped back and pulled it off, before coming back in again. He was seemingly unfazed by the fact I now wanted to take it further. I guess it wasn’t a wind-up…

I pushed him back towards the bed, my mouth still attached to his. I wanted Danny, and I wanted him now.

I pushed him down onto the bed, but stayed standing. I pulled off his shoes, and his socks- with less worry than I normally would have because they were fresh- and finally his jeans. I spared him his boxers, but dropped my towel, letting him stare for a moment before climbing on top of him.

He reared up so our mouths connected, and his hands came to rest on the small of my back, pulling me further into him. He arched his body sensuously, making me moan as our erections rubbed together, only a thin layer of fabric between them.

Danny’s kisses were addictive. Already, I didn’t want to release his mouth, because I’d crave it again instantly. But his erection was straining, and I knew I should take care of it.

Then I was on my back.

There was a wicked grin on his face as he kissed down my jaw again, and down my neck. I purred throatily, and I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin. I reached up, and threaded my hands in his curls as he did the unimaginable to my body- making me moan, buck and writhe under him.

Then I gasped in a mixture of shock and pain as he slid one finger into me. He waited until I’d gotten used to the next sensation before sliding in a second, and a third. He scissored them gently to stretch the hole, then he slid into me, and my whole world exploded.

He hit my prostate on his first thrust, and my vision blurred as I groaned in sexual longing, and slid my hands down to his shoulders. His own hand found my rock hard penis, and he began to pump it steadily, adding to the pleasure I was already receiving.

He was panting heavily as our mouths met in a heated kiss. Our moans became entangled, much like our bodies as we moved together in perfect synchronisation. I stared into his eyes as he slammed into me, beat after beat. Even as my vision dulled more and more, I could see the bright blue in my head.

With a final moan, he came deep inside me. I followed seconds later, his climax triggering my own as I ejaculated over both of our chests. He pulled out of me and rolled to the side. I turned to look at him, leaning down to clean my own come off his chest. Once I was done, he followed my lead and cleaned me up.

Then our mouths met again, the taste of my essence mixing on our tongues as they fought ferociously. Danny pulled back with a grin, staring down at me where I was against the pillow. “Who’s gay now?”

I rolled my eyes, rising to kiss him again on the lips, “Still you, Dan.”