"Get on top of me," Harry said when Dougie didn't move.
"Why?" Dougie asked, he'd been waiting for Harry to take top.
"Because I want you to," Harry replied. Dougie didn't say anything else, just did as he was told. He looked at Harry for a moment, thinking he would change his mind but he didn't. He leant down and pecked Harry's lips before he quickly slid down Harry's body, unzipping his jeans.
"Lift your bum," Dougie whispered. Harry obeyed and in one swift motion Dougie pulled his jeans and boxer briefs off, throwing them blindly across the room. He moved back up Harry's body, but taking a moment to admire his length. Then he got Harry's shirt off. Harry quickly set to work unzipping Dougie's jean but he was having trouble so Dougie swatted his hands away and did it himself. In the mean time Harry literally ripped Dougie's shirt from his chest. They hastily locked lips, and as they did their bodies ground together, eliciting moans from both of them. Harry moved his hand between their bodies, moving down to touch both their hard members. Dougie pulled his lips away from Harry's, panting with eagerness to have Harry inside of him. Dougie groaned as he pulled away from Harry and reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed a condom and quickly moved back to Harry but as he was about to put it on Harry's cock he was stopped.
"No," Harry said, grabbing Dougie's wrist.
"What?" Dougie asked, confused.
"Put it on yourself," Harry said. Dougie gave him a questioning look. "Just do it,"
Harry shifted Dougie higher onto his stomach. While Dougie rolled the condom on he noticed Harry shifting around underneath him.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Harry didn't reply, just let out a deep sigh. Dougie looked back and saw the reason for Harry's shifting and he let out a moan at the sight of Harry fingering his arse.
"Dougie..." Harry moaned. Dougie didn't need any more encouragement than that and soon he was feeling something he'd never felt before. Now he realised, as he slid all the way into Harry, why Harry loved been on top and why he always fucked him.
"Fuck!" Dougie groaned as he started a slow pace. It wasn't long before both men were panting, moaning and cursing. Sweat stuck his dirty blonde hair to his face, his fingers dug into Harry's hips as the pleasure became more intense, his words were incoherent and he told himself it was only a matter of seconds. With one hand Harry grabbed the sheets, needing something to hold onto, and with the other hand he grabbed the back of Dougie's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It only took a slight movement and both of them were screaming each other's names and moaning loudly. Their lips connected and both felt like they were in heaven.
"I love you Dougie Lee Poynter!" Harry groaned into the kiss as their orgasms started to slowly face away. After another few moments Dougie pulled out of Harry. He reached down and grabbed his torn shirt from the floor, cleaning them both up. He lay back down beside Harry. Harry took Dougie into his arms, kissing his forehead and tasting the saltiness on his lips.
"Harry..." Dougie mumbled.
"Yeah?" Harry answered.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Dougie asked.
"Ahh...It was at Tom's place, wasn't it?" Harry replied.
"No...Remember we'd met at Starbucks before that, when I was with Tom and you walked in and started talking to him and I was all like 'ah, hello, I'm still here'..."
"Oh yeah..." Harry laughed. "That was when I swore at the counter when I dropped my phone and the girl's jaw dropped to the ground...Yeah, and then it was about a week later when Tom invited us both to his house,"
"Yeah...And he made an attempt to set us up...He was so bloody obvious about it even thought he was trying to be discrete..."
"And that bloody stuff he cooked for dinner, what the hell was it?" Harry cringed at the memory.
"I don't know but it was horrible..." Dougie said.
"And like the good friends we are we sat there and ate it with smiles on our faces," Harry said.
"Harry, I need to tell you something," Dougie said. He sat up and watched as Harry sat up to, a worried look on his face.
"What is it?" Harry asked, his heart beating loudly in his chest.
"I have to tell you, and I'm really sorry..." Dougie said, looking down.
"Dougie, you're scaring me," Harry said looking and sounding more nervous.
"This is hard for me to say, I've actually wanted to say it for some time..."
Harry thought he was going to be sick just thinking about what Dougie was going to admit.
"...You know that tomato pasta stuff you make, well it's not the best thing I've ever had,"
Harry's jaw dropped he let out his breath he'd been holding and then he lunged on Dougie.
"I thought you were about to break up with me or tell me you'd been seeing someone else!" Harry yelled. And then in a softer voice "You scared me half to death..."
"Aww...I'm sorry babe!" Dougie said then gave Harry a kiss. "I was just messing with you...I love you..."
"You...You..." Harry didn't know what to call Dougie, there was so many things he could call him, all good of course.
"You love me," Dougie smiled. Harry smiled back at him and kissed him again.
"Yes I do," Harry said. "I love you,"
"Oh you should have seen your face, it was bloody funny!" Dougie laughed. Harry tried to keep a serious face but Dougie had started giggling and he could help but laugh as well. He wasn't angry with Dougie, how could he be when he thought it was pretty funny that Dougie had got him good.