Ok, first of all, I am truly sorry for what you are about to read. Harry said in one of the vodcasts that he read a few fanfics that turned him on, this was not done because he said that, I have been wanting to write Pudd smut for ages and I finally did it. (Probably not very well, considering i'm not a guy and am still quite young..) Anyway, this is light smut(?) and will have more chapters when I have time to write anymore! It's 2:06am now, so BYEEEE!

Whatever time it is in the uk, what Harry's doing - it's wrong, so wrong, even for the gay guy he is.

He's been doing it for a while, almost 3 years and it's really bad because he shouldn't be getting off to the thought of his mates, none of them, and it's even worse considering it's the guy he's known for 10 years, the one he taught how to shave, the one he's caught wanking so many times now it should be normal. But it's not, because every time he thinks of it he gets hard and has to deal with his problem. Sometimes it's before a show, when they're changing and he catches a glimpse of him naked, his huge tattoo staring him right in the face and his perky ass that the other three get to see most nights after stripping him. It was the other night when he walked in on Dougie showering and playing with himself that really got to him, he turned away quickly, slamming the door to the bathroom quickly, his cheeks red and his cock starting to throb, this shouldn't have happened.

But he has a crush on his best mate, Dougie Poynter. - and that's not right.

Being in a tour bus with three other guys was getting to him. They all know he's gay, yet they trust him enough to walk around with only boxers on, and sometimes naked, just for a laugh, -although Harry thinks that's just to tease him- and it's all too often that he's being caught out with a raging boner that will just throb if he doesn't do something about it. He's still awake now though, at 1:39am and he really should get some sleep because they have a show tonight and it won't do him any good to be tired whilst he's playing. There's only one thing that could make him tired, something that he probably shouldn't do when his friends are only a few meters away from him.

But who cares? They've all seen each other naked anyway and he's already semi-hard, so why not just get rid of it. He's got the perfect idea of what to do as well.

He starts touching himself, lifting one hand up to his nipple, rubbing it until it stood up fully and then doing the same to the other, feeling his dick raise to it's full length. He closed his eyes, trying to remember the vivid dream he had last night which left him aching for some attention this morning as well. The dream felt more than real to him, and he wished it was, because he really needed a good fuck and from what he'd imagined, Dougie seemed like just the lad.

He's imagining it now, Dougie down on his hands and knees finger-fucking himself, to stretch his hole for Harry, and he knew Harry liked this, watching Dougie almost make himself cum and already Harry had started to bite his lip in an attempt to stop his moaning, but it just muffled them and made them louder in a way, which he really didn't want. He swiped his thumb over the top of his dick, taking a sharp breath in and rocking his hips up into his hand, realising that if someone was awake right now they'd be able to hear the slickness of his hand going over his member, lubricated by his own pre-cum.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, his dream had started to get a whole lot better and now Dougie's on his knees, Harry's cock sliding to the back of his throat and then coming out lubed up with his own saliva before giving the head a small kiss and giggling when Harry let out a small groan. Harry didn't need to strip Dougie, oh no, because he's already naked, has been for the past 20 minutes, trying to get Harry as close to coming as possible before he starts begging for that fuck. So lets be honest here, Harry's gagging for it, this will be the first sex he's had since way back into last year when he got his second boyfriend who found someone else and cheated, and lets just say, Harry did a lot of crying for the next month or so.

The only way he'd found to try and sort his problem was wanking to porn every time he got a hotel room, and it really wasn't doing it for him, he needed actual release, into an actual person. To feel the warmness of somebody around him, only if it was just for a few minutes because imagining it didn't compare at all. Even if the visions were about his sexy bassist friend. I mean, a tour bus bunk wasn't really the best place to do this considering both guitarists and his bass player were fast asleep and even though they were heavy sleepers, one moan could wake them all up, and would result in a "go into the bathroom dude, I don't want to hear you fapping!", which wouldn't be any help, since he could only just fit in there, let alone move around enough to get off.

Harry's close now, and this dream just keeps getting better, so he breathes in quicker and the small shy Dougie who was once embarrassed about his own penis size was opening himself up to Harry, literally. Dougie was now on all fours, smirking and turning to look back at Harry over his right shoulder, just in time to see Harry spit on his hand and rub it over his hard member. Harry stood behind Dougie, the head of his cock, slipping into his arse so slowly it made them both groan out, Harry cursing quietly as to not wake up the others. Harry pushed further in, stopping when his balls slapped against Dougie's round arse, he started moving back out almost as soon as he'd buried himself there, knowing Dougie had, had more than a few experiences with men before and soon enough they were getting into a rhythm. Harry speeding up when Dougie ordered him too and slowing down just to tease Dougie.

Before Harry knew what was happening, Dougie's arse spasmed around his cock, telling him he'd came and causing Harry to shoot his load deep into his arse and finally, in the fucking midget tour bed he came, riding out his orgasm slowly still rocking his hips into his hands, and fuck it was so good. But then-

"Haz?"

Oh shit.