Music
Summary: I just wanna make you feel like you never did.
A/N: PUUUUUUUUUUUUDD! Finally! Another Pudd! Though Flones will forever be in my heart… Pudd made itself some room.
A/N 2: Written on my iTouch so this sucks more than usual.
Background Check:
Dougie Poynter: The schools number 1. He is openly gay and known as a heartbreaker. His entourage consists of mainly girls but the eyecatchers of the group would be Dougie's friend Lara and family friend Tom. Dresses in outlandish clothing mainly leathers, bright colors, and high-fashion pieces, sometimes shows up in make-up. Cocky, sarcastic, cheeky, over-confident, and slutty… period.
Harry Judd: Also the schools number 1… but in academics. Honor student in all subjects. Secretly bisexual, horribly perverted, daydreamer, and unusually horny at the strangest of times and at the strangest places.
'Music room, Lunch. X D.P.' Read the note.
Harry stared at the piece of paper that he found in his locker. He knew who "D.P." was, everyone would know at first glance. No one could ever mistaken "D.P." for anyone else. And what this note meant, he also knew. Anyone who has ever gotten a note from him was really lucky to because after spending time with Dougie… well… they were happy. And with that now in mind, it got Harry feeling hot.
He started getting nervous and sweaty underneath his white button up, he was sure there were heavy pit stains now. A rock hard erection was threatening to burst through his plaid khaki's
"And just before classes to!" Harry exclaimed. The bell rang and it was time to head off. AP Chemistry next… just a few more hours till lunch.
He had never been so nervous to meet a guy ever in his life! No not Harry! Dougie!
Sure he's been with some other guys before, like that jock Johnny, and that pervert Francis, and he could never forget his first time doing it with his long-time friend Tom but this nerd?!
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Dougie said to himself. Where had all of his confidence gone? He doesn't know. He just lied back and waited for Harry's arrival.
Harry adjusted his glasses and looked at his loafers. He was standing outside the music room door, why the music room? Why not something more private? Like the locker-rooms or maybe a closet? So many questions were running through his mind that he didn't notice a flustered looking Dougie open the door.
"There you are! I've been waiting for absolutely ages!" Dougie nearly shouted, he sighed. "Get inside."
Harry obeyed immediately and stumbled inside the room. He sat down in a chair and looked at Dougie.
Dougie was dressed in his normal over-the-top fashion. He wore a slick black blazer with a yellow v-neck shirt inside, his favorite cherry red skinny jeans, and a pair of black and gold 3-inch platform shoes. The warm colored outfit contrasted greatly against his ocean eyes but Harry didn't mind, he thought that his eyes mellowed out the outfit. Dougie didn't have his usual side fringe, instead his hair was spiked up. Harry was snapped out of his fantasies by a very loud CLICK!
"Did he just lock the door?" Harry thought to himself.
"You know, I'm not one for cliché phrases but I like to judge things by its cover." Dougie said, he walked across the room to the front of the class and sat on the desk place there. He looked and smirked at Harry, who was fidgeting with his cuff button. "Take you for instance. Nerdy, scrawny, unlikable, unpopular, possibly perverted, etcetera, etcetera."
Harry was taken aback, "Excuse me?!"
"Now, now Harry. Don't get your panties in a knot just yet. Let me finish." Dougie's smirk went even wider. "Harrrry."
Harry was surprised by Dougie's action, he should of expected that. "F-fine." Harry sat uncomfortably in his chair.
"So of course I didn't mind you, much like how I ignore everyone else insignificant in this school but the other day in the locker-rooms sometime after gym class, I happened to notice something." Dougie hopped off the desk and took long, slow strides towards Harry. He sat on the desk table and wrapped his legs around Harry's back. "You wanna know what is saw?"
Harry nodded hesitantly and Dougie leaned in to Harry's ear then whispered,
"I saw a hunky brunette, showering all alone in the shower stalls."
Harry gulped, if his assumption was correct…
"He was tall, muscular, and totally my type. Oh and did I forget to mention that he was… playing?"
"P-playing?"
"Yup! But that's not all! He was also playing to a name."
"Whose name?"
"Mine." Dougie unwrapped his legs and decided to rewrap them around Harry's neck. "I wanted to know who this person was, so I snuck quietly into the next stall and looked over the dividers. The first thing that struck me was a big, long dick… and you, Harry."
"Y-you… you saw th-that?!" Harry stuttered.
"From beginning to end!" Dougie beamed.
"You even saw me…!"
"Cum?" Dougie paused then giggled. "All the way to the last drop."
Harry was left speechless. There he was in an empty classroom with Dougie looming over him, confessing to him that he saw him masturbate. Specifically to Dougie… or well his name. The fact was that the raging hard-on in his pants wasn't helping the situation at all.
"You know, you never really struck me as the muscular type, or the big-dick type, or the super uber hot type, perverted type… yes. You radiated pervert." Harry looked at Dougie and asked,
"W-well now you know. So why did you ask for me to come to you?"
Dougie didn't answer, instead he went back to the front of the room and grabbed the nearest microphone. Harry was confused as to what was going to happen next but little did he know that all of his questions were to be answered by these next two words.
A/N: Well? Write a sequel yes or no?! 'Cause I really want to write a sequel! Rated 'M' perhaps?
