Looks like its round 2 for our boys ;)
once again, i do not own McFLY, or just my luck.. if only!
Hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as i enjoy writing it, thanks to everyone who has reviewed for their lovely coments :')
The night and day that followed went totally in a blur of voices, sounds and shapes the only constant being Dougie. His voice. His smell. His hand on Harry's cock.
It was unbearable, he couldn't think of anything else, totally wrapped up in a constant fantasy and an aching core. By lunch the next day, he was a wreck. Again, running out of his seat to get to their secret meeting. He walked without really looking, knocking kids flying, and causing a scattered domino effect of year sevens. He only slowed as he reached the music rooms and opened the door.
There was another note; Harry's heart skipped a beat as he picked it up and read it. "Take me there… Doug x" it was the single most jaw dropping turn on he had ever read. Just the danger of it being there for anyone to see, it made it exciting. It made it real. He wasn't just dreaming it. He raced to the stairs, already semi-hard, and found his boy waiting silently for him. "You took your time," he laughed sarcastically, moving closer and kissing his lips roughly, dominant again. This time, Harry's mind was clearer, he fought back for dominance, taking their kiss to new heights, and it was like electricity pulled them together. Dougie grinded closer
"Mmm, someone's pleased to see me" he whispered into Harry's ear before reaching down to slide his hand over Harry's chest, his belt, his thigh, tormenting before running his fingertips over Harry's cock with a feather like touch. Harry groaned, "fuck. Just do it, I can't stand it. Ahhh-" he was cut off short as Dougie's hand gripped down firmly, sending shockwaves through Harry's body, his hand making light work of his belt and fly, the only thing stopping skin contact was his boxers, teasingly close.
Harry gritted his teeth in agony as his whole body craved relief. He needed to take control; he moved two shaking hands to undo the smaller boy's shirt, this time he wasn't stopped. Then he moved to Dougie's belt and fly, letting his trousers fall in pools to the floor.
Both boys stood facing each other in their boxers and undone shirts. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, from the light definition of flat muscle to the hardness pressing into his stomach.
"Hmm looks like someone's happy to see me too" he grinned, moving his mouth down to flick Dougie's nipple with his tongue "Ohh god Harry" his eyes fluttered closed as Harry's hand moved south, peeling away the thin layer of cotton, and began pumping Dougie's cock lightly, making Dougie writhe on his feet, before moving his hand onto Harry's cock himself, mimicking Harry's every action.
It took all the strength Harry had to move the boy's hand off himself, before looking directly into Dougie's expectant eyes. " Lie on the floor" he demanded, Dougie did as he was told, before Harry moved on top of him, grinding on top of Dougie, kissing his lips, collar bone, chest, stomach before moving his lips over the other boy's cock, he groaned in response, bucking his hips. "Fuck Harry" was the faint whisper that escaped his lips, chanting over and over until he was near climax, when he slammed his hips upwards, gripping Harry's head downwards.
With a quiet moan he came, Harry tasting every bit of him. Moving his attention back to Dougie's lips, he let them both taste the wetness. Both were sweating and panting hard, Harry still craving relief. Dougie sensed this, and with a grin pushed Harry onto his back, teasing him with kisses all over his body apart from the one area he needed it most.
Harry was so close when Dougie's mouth found his rock hard cock, swirling his tongue around the head making Harry groan before moving in deeper and pumping his shaft harder.
He had made him wait; it was going to be good. Harry's hands entwined into Dougie's hair as he bucked his hips in time. For the first time the quiet was split by Harry. "Dougie" he half shouted in a strangled voice as he came hard. A feeling of ecstasy filled Harry's body as he moved to lie next to Dougie, wrapping his arms around his chest, kissing his shoulders and down his back. They lay curled in a dazed hum of happiness on the carpet.
"We have to go you know" Dougie finally said quietly.
"I know" Harry replied reluctantly "But I don't want you to go" the words slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Before this had purely been a physical thing, had he changed the game by sounding too needy? His heartbeat sped up.
" I don't want to go either" Dougie replied simply, moving his hand to hold Harry's "But we have to. We don't want a class of kids finding us do we?" a smile crept across their faces. Relief washed through Harry, they felt the same way.
Reluctantly they both moved out of their entwined position on the floor to dress. Before leaving Dougie called over his shoulder " I'm not doing anything tomorrow night. And my folks are out for the weekend, just wondering if you fancied some out of school practice?" he winked as Harry swallowed hard
"Sure" his voice weak, from a dry mouth "meet you at the gate after school? You'll have to show me where you live" he explained. Another perfect smile;
"sure, see you there" and he silently left.
That night Harry sat down at his drum kit for the first time in two weeks, and played for hours, emotions he couldn't voice coming out through his music. Electricity still buzzing through him after his unusual lunch date.