Dougie lay chest-down on the sofa, watching Stargate Atlantis on Channel 5. It was one about a planet that was apparently protected by a Goddess, who turned out to be an Ancient. Danny, he knew, was watching him. Tom and Harry were upstairs making the bedsprings squeak. The episode ended on a typically sentimental note, and Dougie turned off the TV, continuing to stare into space for a while. Danny watched him. Eventually, he turned round.

“Do you ever wonder… if there’s anything more to life? If this is just the beginning of something bigger?”

Danny stared for a moment, before replying, “No.”

Dougie shook his head, wondering if Danny would ever think about anything beyond the next song, meal and orgasm. The orgasms were good, certainly.

No. No, that wouldn’t work He leaned back in his computer chair, rubbing his eyes. He’d been trying for hours to get the right start to the story, but never seemed to quite get there. It was pissing him off now.

“What are you up to now?”

Dougie sighed, “same as I was an hour ago. Writing a story.”

Danny rested his hands on Dougie’s shoulders, squeezing gently.

“So what’s it about?”

“Us.”

“Do I get to be dashing, brave and handsome?”

“I write only the truth. You’re an ugly coward who pongs a bit.”

Danny started kissing the nape of his neck, “I love you, Dougie-babe.”

“Love you too, Danny. I’ve just got to finish this.”

Danny leant forward and typed in a few lines. Dougie smiled.

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

Danny stared for a moment, before replying, “No. All I care about is you.”

Dougie smile, looking into the deep blue eyes of the gorgeous guy on the other sofa.

“And I love you too, Danny.”