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A/N: Woop, chapter 2/3 :D
Chapter 2.
"I love you, Dougie, I really do," Harry murmured, kissing me over and over again, gently pulling on my cock, knowing I was close.
"I-I think I might like you too," I replied, reaching out to jerk him off, wanting to feel his erection in my hands.
Just seconds before I reached my orgasm I… woke up.
"Shit," I mumbled, stretching my arms out. I froze as I felt a body beside me shift, still in sleep. Suddenly, last night caught up with me.
As I relived my first shag, Harry woke up, cuddling into my chest.
"Morning handsome," he mumbled, apparently still sleepy. I let that slide, thinking he wouldn't say that in his normal state of mind. I forcefully ignored my heart fluttering at his words, trying to convince myself that I was not affected by it.
His arm brushed down my chest, down over my stomach, until it reached my aching erection. I had somehow forgot about my near-wet dream, yet my dick hadn't.
Harry teasingly grazed over my leaking head and I unknowingly let out a slight whimper, pushing my hips forward into his hand.
"Want to experience your first blow job?" he whispered gruffly into my ear. I nodded, biting my lip to prevent a groan escaping.
I watch, painfully aroused, as he shuffled under the covers, hiding his body as his face came level with my cock. He admired it for a moment before licking it from base to tip. I couldn't help but let my head fall back and let out a soft moan of 'Oh, Harry.'
I heard him chuckle, then fully encased my dick in his mouth.
"Fuck," I grunted, trying to stop my hips from pushing him. I felt his strong hands hold me down, before pulling almost fully away from me, then pushing me back into him.
He bobbed his head a good few times, each of them better than the previous. At each draw I emitted a moan, getting louder and lower until I felt the tell-tale tingles signalling orgasm.
"Harry," I groan loudly.
He didn't pull away like I thought he would: he growled, vibrating his throat around my cock, keeping his head in place.
"Harry!" I yelled, my legs curling up around his shoulders, my stomach contracting. The pleasure still continued in the afterglow. I looked down, confused, until I realise Harry was gently licking my cock, making sure he got all of my release. If I wasn't so exhausted I would have been turned on instantly.
Harry sat up on his heels, taking his hand away from his crotch. I noticed his fingers were covered in his semen, and the thought of how he had wanked to me getting a blowjob made me feel more confident.
"Can I try…?" I asked, sitting up.
He frowned, his cum-covered hand still raised in mid-air.
I reached forward with one of my own hands and held his wrist, bringing it close to my face. Gazing intensely at the white stuff still dripping down the fingers, I poked my tongue out and gave an experimental lick. It actually tasted quite pleasant: sort of sweet with a hint of saltiness. I wrapped my tongue around one of his fingers, eager to try and define the taste more.
Before I knew it I had become hard again, and from the sounds Harry was making, he was in a similar situation.
I let him tackle me to the bed, kissing each other furiously, until I flipped us both over so I was on top.
Just as it started to get heated, we heard Tom's cheery voice echo up the stairs in greeting.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, letting his head flop down onto the pillow, still breathing heavily. I quickly jumped off him, willing my erection to calm down, and looked around for some underwear. I spotted some pyjama bottoms and quickly threw them on.
"I'll just see what Tom wants," I said, stumbling over the hem of the bottoms.
"I'll be waiting," Harry replied, his hand lazily trailing over his exposed dick.
I gulped, forcing myself not to jump onto him; his hair a mixture of bed-hair and just-got-shagged, complimenting his striking features.
I hurried out of his bedroom and down the stairs, meeting Tom in the kitchen.
"Coffee?" he asked, switching the machine on, "Just got up?"
"Yeah," I blush slightly, accepting the cup offered.
I sat down opposite him, watching him looking at me suspiciously.
"You look different today, Doug," he murmured, frowning, "Almost as if you just got -" he cut off as his eyes widened, comprehension dawning.
"Who's the lucky girl?" he quizzed, setting his own mug down on the table.
"Well," I mumbled, "I haven't got a girlfriend…"
"Boyfriend?" he asked, not batting an eyelid.
"No, I'm not going out with anyone… It's complicated…"
"I've got time."
I looked up and saw his honest eyes, curious.
I sighed, "You know Izzy?" he nodded. "You know what she did with Harry?" he nodded again, frowning again.
"Well, I asked Harry and … well… we, erm…" I stuttered, trying to find a good way of explaining it.
Suddenly his face split into a wide smile. There were many reasons why I liked to speak with Tom: he caught on about subjects quickly, and never asks too many questions.
"Do you like him?" he asked, resuming his coffee-drinking.
I bit my lip, realising that I didn't know. A few days ago I would have laughed if anyone suggested it, but now… now was different.
"I don't know," I whispered, running a finger over the rim of the cup.
I looked up through my fringe and saw Tom with a smile that plainly said 'aww, isn't that sweet?'
"Shut up," I mumbled, drinking the rest of my coffee, swilling the remains.
"So is he upstairs still?" he asked.
"Yeah. Probably still waiting for me to come back up," I smiled, remembering his beautiful face, feeling my heart beat wildly.
"Mustn't keep him waiting, Doug," Tom grinned, gesturing towards the door, letting me take my exit, "I'll be off in five minutes to Starbucks," he hinted.
I laughed at his not-so-subtle tip-off and stood up, slotting the empty cup into the dishwasher and heading out the door.
"Hey, Doug?" Tom called after me. I stuck my head back through the doorway.
"You have Harry's pyjamas on," he smirked, looking at my attire. My head snapped down and saw he was indeed right: the bottoms had a silver coloured 'Harry' stitched down the right leg, contrasting with the dark green material.
I laughed, embarrassed, making my way back upstairs.
I was surprised to see Harry still laid there on the bed, a plastic band around the base of his still erect cock.
"Finally," he purred, slowly pushing the band off. I realised with a shock that it was a cock ring, usually used to prolong an orgasm.
Lust rushed through my body, straight to my own cock: I could feel it hardening fast.
I climbed onto the bed, pushing his legs up onto his chest, kneeling over his torso. I leant down and kissed his lips passionately, rocking my hips, aware of how our dicks rubbed together creating a brilliant friction.
I reached out with one hand, fumbling for the condoms and lube. I finally grabbed them and without breaking the kiss, I tore open a condom and slid it swiftly down myself, scrabbling to crack open the lubricant.
I squirted some onto my fingers and broke the kiss, looking down as I positioned them at Harry's arse. I glanced up, seeing Harry smile encouragingly at me. I slid a finger hesitantly into him, watching him squirm slightly, then impatiently impale himself on the digit.
The second, third and fourth finger quickly followed, and before I knew it he was grunting, "Please, Dougie, I'm ready."
I squirted some extra lube onto my covered dick and pulled his hips close so the tip of my cock was brushing his entrance.
"Now," he murmured, chest heaving.
I slowly pushed into him, not wanting to hurt him. He breathed slowly, occasionally nodding for me to continue.
I let my head hang forward as I breathed deeply, my pelvis flat against his balls.
"Go on," Harry moaned, head thrown back on his pillow.
I pulled out halfway and pushed slowly back, butterflies erupting. Somehow this time was different from the first time, something had changed.
Harry's hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. The darn butterflies sprung joyfully from my cock to my chest and back again.
The kiss was different, too, almost tender, affectionate, caring.
I gently thrust into him, enjoying how he moaned softly each time I hit his sweet spot, tugging leisurely at his dick. I batted his hand away and replaced it with my own, wanking him, fingering his balls.
He stiffened, legs curling around my chest, arse tightening around my dick. I sensed his urgency and sped up my thrusts, making sure I hit his prostate over and over, our kiss deepening.
I bit his lip, careful not to draw blood. He groaned, his fingers clutching my chest digging in, surely leaving bruises.
His arse twitched again and I broke the kiss off to look down as he yelled my name, his head thrown back, sweat dripping down his throat. I saw, fascinated, as his cock convulsed, bouncing up off his stomach and back down again as it emitted his release, bobbing with each shot.
My eyes half-closed and I gave one last thrust, the memory of Harry's orgasm still fresh in my mind, and I came, slowly riding it out, one of my hands stroking down Harry's chest.
As my arms gave up and I fell onto Harry's sticky torso, I realised with a jolt what was different: I had made love to Harry.
"You alright?" he chuckled, hugging me close.
"Yeah," I breathed, still a bit shocked, "more than fine."
A/N2: R&R?
