Thanks to Max for setting me this ten-minute-challenge topic

Eleven AM, and as usual, only Tom had surfaced in the McFly house. He liked the quiet – with Danny around it was difficult to even have a second’s quiet – and if he wasn’t talking he was watching a DVD or munching pizza (how anyone could eat so loudly never made sense). But today, he was bored. Not enough fanmail for him. Time to wake the sleeping beauty.

He tiptoed up to the first-floor bedroom, peeking his head round a door at the brown haired mess that called itself a guitarist, then went on, to the room bearing the notice of “No Girls Allowed (Except Harry)”. Sneaking in, and shutting the door behind him, Tom at last saw his lover. It had been too long, even though it was less than twelve hours. He reached out a hand as if to shake him, but no. A smile crossed his face, and he leant in, momentarily feeling the warm breath against his face before his lips touched the one he lusted for. A quick kiss, a mere touch.

Nothing.

Again he leant in, this time using his tongue, dampening the soft, teenage lips.

Still nothing. Oh well.

He placed a hand against Dougie’s bronzed cheek, and twisted his head, their lips meeting once more, and this time a spark passed between them. He felt soft hands reach for him as a tongue sought entry. Still silent, he climbed into bed.

It was gone two when they got up.