Rating: G, not a dirty word even, I think
Summary: Tom and Harry wonder about thier friends
You could imagine from what we see that Danny is the fire starter and Tom the fire brake, with Dougie following shyly in suit with Danny’s shenanigans and Harry cool and collected hanging back amused by it all until he’s had his fill and rallies the wayward playboy and the bashful beauty to business. “Come on you two, let’s be about it, Tom’s called us to order, you can play later!”
Sufficiently abashed they quit their fit of silliness; well mostly as Dougie does his level best to be good while Danny cannot resist the occasional distraction in the form of licks and intimate touches that garner blushes from the youngest member of the troop and an admonish from the oldest. They all get up to their own measure of play, pranks and jokes, enjoying each other’s company, but Tom is by far the most businesslike when it comes to practice and rehearsal. Though if he was honest, and he’d never admit it out loud he was glad for the duo’s distractions, the mayhem that contrasted to his order... mostly!
He had always wondered though, as had Harry, he had learned while talking, after a similar attempt at practice when the goofy two just would not let the other be, if there wasn’t something more. Having been anywhere from shirtless to bare ass naked in one another’s company they are all not shy of the other but neither he and Harry, or any variation of the quartet’s roughhouse and play with quite the enthusiasm as Dougie and Danny. Mind you Danny was quiet the ladies man, bedding more than his share of cabbage, in boast and in fact, and Dougie had his moments but still there was the suspicion, not that he or Harry cared in the negative, rather to the positive they had hoped they would if they had not, cattle truck, wear the other out and maybe they could get some work done for once.
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