Second Shot (Bastille)

8: Weak spot

*Freddie's POV* 

His fingers laced mine.
He spun me round.
His eyes locked onto me and his lips rested against mine with such a gentleness that made me wonder whether he was actually kissing me.

Then he brought me closer in so that no part of our bodies weren't touching: A passionate fire sparked inside of me as I felt Dan's fingers trail the back of my neck, trace my shoulder blade and run down my spine.

Quickly, my hands found themselves sneaking under Dan's shirt; his skin was hot against my touch and excited tingles passed from his back to my fingertips as Dan pulled away from my lips and began lining my cheeks, neck and shoulders with hungry- but still delicate- kisses.

Without even realising, we'd ended up in my room, Dan was half on top of me, half lying next to me. My top had been pushed off the edge of the bed and was now in a crumpled heap on the carpet and Dan's shirt was fully unbuttoned, showing off his toned (but not over-worked) torso. Music was playing from the radio on my bedside table and had given us a rhythm to work off; kisses in time with the beat of the drum and hands moving alongside the strums of a guitar or notes of a piano. The end of a particularly energetic song was coming to a close and just as the last pluck of a guitar string drifted out of the speakers, I teasingly pressed my nails into Dan's back, causing him to arch away from me and bite his lip in an attempt to stifle a moan. Dan looked down at me and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Well done," Dan began in a barely audible whisper "You found my weak spot" I copied his smirk proudly and dug my nails in once again. Dan bit his lip again, only this time it didn't suppress the pleasured groan and it echoed around the room, filling me with a confidence I'd not felt in a long time. "Okay, now you're asking for trouble" Dan swiftly pulled off his shirt and planted a lustful kiss on my lips before slowly moving down my neck, over my chest and across my stomach with his fingers running along the waistband of my skirt. "Wait," Dan moved so he was lying next to me and looked at me, a cautious look on his face "Are you okay, w-with this? I mean, we don't have to" A warm reassurance simmered through me and knowing that Dan was so considerate made me want to go through with it even more. I smiled softly and kissed his forehead. He took my response as a yes and climbed back on top of me, carefully removing my skirt just as...

A knock sounded through the door.

"Fred?" Sam's voice asked warily. Dan stopped still in his tracks and my mouth fell agape.

"Yeah?" I replied trying to sound casual and turning down the radio.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I was just working... on something..." Dan raised his eyebrows jokingly and I had to try not to laugh too loudly "Sam, you alright? I thought you were staying at Kyle's?"

"Yeah, we just had a stupid argument and it was too tense to stay" Dan had now flopped down next to me and he shot me a concerned glance. I shrugged, my forehead creasing worriedly.

"You need a chat? I think we have our friends Ben and Jerry in the freezer" I offered, consoling her through the door.

"No I think I'll be alright. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Night Fred" I listened as her footsteps moved down the hall and disappeared into her room. There was silence. I sighed anxiously, hoping Sam was okay and feeling slightly guilty about lying beside Dan in a romantic bliss while my friend was playing over an argument in the next room.

"You want to go and talk to her?" Dan asked. Once again, my heart fluttered: What did I do to deserve Earth's most compassionate person? I listened for any sounds coming from Sam's room, I couldn't hear anything so I shook my head and flipped onto my front, Dan's face looking soft and gentle despite the amorous mood we were just in; his hair was no longer quiffed, instead it fell and stuck up in random positions.

"Sorry about that, the mood kinda died..." Dan shrugged and tucked a few hairs behind my ear.

"We can redeem it another time... but maybe we'll go to mine next time" Both of us chuckled quietly and I quickly pressed my lips against his before turning over and closing my eyes, with Dans arm draped over me.

-X-

*The next morning*

I woke up the following morning as the radio crackled to life, telling me it was 8:00 and time to get up. However, I didn't get up. Instead I hit the snooze button, casting the room into quiet; the only sounds being my slow and drowsy breaths and Dan's quiet snoring. Lying still, I tried to hear any noises that would suggest that Sam was awake- no kettle boiling, no water running- I guessed she was still asleep or had gone out. Carefully, I climbed out of bed- untangling myself from Dans arms, hoping I wouldn't wake him- and wrapped myself in his shirt, the soft material hanging loosely off my shoulders, as well as swapping my skirt for a pair of pyjama shorts. I padded through the apartment, my eyes still half closed. As I stepped into the kitchen/living area, I saw Sam curled up on the sofa, headphones covering her ears and her attention firmly locked on the screen of her laptop. Alertly, her head spun in my direction and she squinted thoughtfully as she scanned my outfit. After 14 years of friendship we had mastered the skill of speechless communication: I knew exactly what she was saying. 

 That's not your shirt. 

I nodded, hugging the material closer to my chest self-consciously: Well done. 

Sam's eyes widened and her jaw dropped excitedly: Did Dan stay the night? Is he there, in your room?

I shrugged and smiled, turning my back to her and wandering over to the kitchen island: Maybe...

Sam scuffled over, her grin big and bright. A crude hand gesture was made: Did you guys... you know? 

"Nearly" I broke the silence in a hushed tone. Still avoiding eye contact embarrassedly. 

"Agh Fred! What stopped you?" Sam grabbed my shoulders, trying to shake some sense into me. I held my tongue, not wanting to admit that Sam's intrusion was what put it on hold. "Wait... shit, Fred did I totally walk in on you?" I glanced up pitifully and Sam sighed at herself "Damn I'm so sorry! I must have killed the mood- no, not killed, totally mascaraed it huh?" 

"I wouldn't say mascaraed... dampened is more accurate. Don't worry though, I'm sure there'll be more opportunities" 

"More opportunities for what?" Dan's voice resonated behind me. Sam diverted her glance towards the kettle and I turned around to see a half-dressed Dan leaning against the wall, smiling curiously. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I retorted, picking up his jumper off the back of a chair and handing it to him. Dan pulled it over his head before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead "Coffee?"

"Ah, I wish I could, I need to head off quickly: got some band stuff to do" He sighed disappointedly. I pouted, reluctant to let him leave. "Hey, I'll have to come back later to get my shirt back won't I?" 

"Believe me Dan, you're not getting that back anytime soon" Sam chipped in, pouring hot water into two mugs. I nodded in agreement, holding onto the shirt determinedly. Dan chuckled and shook his head, snaking his arms around my waist and leaving a playful kiss on my lips before moving over to the door and heading across the hallway.