One Hell of a Distraction
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nc-17
PoynterJudd
Tom held the flashlight under his chin, illumining his face in the dark room. His words were spoken in a eerie whisper “And the footsteps grew closer, closer. Until they were right outside the door.”
Three pairs of eyes watched the blond reciting his story for the umpteenth time. They could pretty much say if word for word themselves. The horror of this particular ghost story had faded years ago when they had first heard it. But nonetheless they listened to every syllable, talking in every dramatic pause and sound effect.
When the power went out hours ago, Dougie was the most eager to tell scary stories. But now as he sat on the living room sofa he regretted his enthusiasm. The young bassist was afraid, petrified. He sat with his legs pulled tightly to his chest. Tom’s voice filling his ears, he knew what was coming. “Then the girl opened the door and there is was!”
Dougie’s eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block out the inevitable. In a sudden adrenalin boost he jumped up from the couch saying, “I think I’m going to go to sleep now.”
“I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.“ Tom protested. “You aren’t afraid are you?”
Dougie all too eagerly shook his head. “No, no. I just really tired.” The bassist through in a unconvincing yawn for effect.
He glanced over his shoulder. The dark hallway loomed at him, in his minds there could be anything lurking in the dark corners. Various monster, zombies, and killers with butcher knives could waiting for him. Harry saw his dilemma, he knew that his friend was afraid. So he did the only reasonable thing that he could think of, “I think I am going to turn in to.”
“What is this?” Danny whined , “Everyone’s going to sleep!”
The drummer merely shook his head, giving the to remaining band members an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you in the morning, Come on, Doug, I’ll go with you.”
Dougie smiled and nodded. He followed closely behind Harry, his hands fisted into his shirt, brining him comfort by having his friend with him as he walked down the dark hall. “Seriously Dougie, you need to back up a little. There is nothing going to get you!”
The bassist listened to his friend, though he left his hand remain on Harry’s hip, a small comfort that neither minded. They stopped at Dougie’s door, “Do you want me to check under your bed for you?”
Dougie’s cheeks filled with a small blush, “No.”
Harry laughed, “I’ll stay here with you for a while if you want. Make sure the monsters don’t come out.”
The blond nodded, “Okay, only if your up for it. I mean I’m not even scared.”
“Come on Dougs, sarcasm is my thing.” The drummer lead the way into Dougie’s dark bedroom. He blindly groped the at his surroundings, seeing as Dougie had the flashlight, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark. After getting his bearings Harry proceeded to flop himself onto Dougie’s bed, crossing his arms behind his head. He looked around the room, the young bassist still hovered near the door, glancing cautiously at the wardrobe. Harry rolled his eyes, “Are you serious?”
Dougie meekly looked at his shoes, unable to meet the gaze of his best friend. “Can you-you know- can you check? Please?”
“For Christ’s sake.” Huffing Harry pulled himself off the bed and stomped to the closet. He swung the door open and peered inside even in the dark he could tell there wasn‘t anything. “Nothing. Just clothes.”
Dougie nodded and crossed the threshold. He fell onto his bed, repeating Harry’s earlier actions. The drummer followed suit, laying next to the blond. “How many times have you heard that story and it still scares you?” he asked, turning to face Dougie.
“I‘m not scared.”
“Do you want to know what helps me when I am afraid?”
Dougie nodded eagerly, causing Harry to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” the bassist glowered. “What is it?”
The drummer gave him a sly smile “The trick is to take your mind off of it.” he said as he startled Dougie’s hips, pressing his body against the blonds. “You know a distraction.”
“What are you doing?”
Dougie felt Harry’s nimble fingers on the hem of his shirt, exposing his skin to the cool air. The bassist leaned upward to protest his band mates action but his words never came as the drummers lips molded themselves to his.
“Harry, I-”
“Shh.” Harry lips curved into a smirk as he whispered into the boys ear. “Just relax. You’ll love it.”
Harry moved to Dougie’s neck, sucking on the sensitive pulse point, earning a moan from the bassists swollen lips. From neck to chest, from chest to lower stomach, the brunette left deep red marks in his wake, Harry began to undo the button and zipper of the blonds jeans. Dougie’s pants joined his forgotten shirt strewed across the room. All protest forgotten, Dougie stared intently at the drummers movements. Watching him slowly sliding his hands along his shoulders, chest and stomach, never going low enough to touch the one spot that was aching for contact. “Harry!” Dougie wined, a frantic edge apparent in his voice.
The blonds eyes fluttered shut as he Harry’s hands rubbed him through the fabric of his boxers. Feeling the boy harden from the contact brought a smile to his face, knowing that so little could get him going. He pushed his hand past the elastic of the boys boxers. Wrapping his fingers around the hard flesh, he began a slow steady rhythm.
Dougie began to moan as Harry lips latched themselves once more to his neck. The combination of the drummers agonizingly slow pace and the feel of his lips was driving the bassist insane with want and need. Harry moved to his shoulder, lightly biting the tattooed flesh and tracing the patterns with his tongue.
When he abruptly removed his hand all Dougie could do was groan in protest. His silent pleas were answered when the drummer began to pull his boxers past his hips, exposing his firm length.
With a mischievous grin at Dougie, Harry began his decent , licking and biting at the boys skin on the way down. The drummer swiftly took him into his mouth. Dougie’s hips bucked upward involuntarily as he felt Harry’s skilled tongue swirl from base to tip. The brunette’s hands fell to his hips, holding him firmly to the mattress, as he continues to pump his arousal.
The boys shaking fingers threaded themselves through the drummers hair while moans filled his ears. Dougie’s mix of incoherent words, moans and pants echoed off the walls. Surely Tom and Danny could hear them but they didn’t seem to care. Harry slid his hand up the boy’s stomach, feeling the tight muscles beneath the skin as he ghosted his fingertips back down. A strangled cry came from Dougie’s gaping mouth as Harry sucked firmly on the tip of the bassist’s cock This was all it took to push the boy over the edge, his body went ridged. The drummer swallowing quickly as the blond came.
Harry kissed his way back to the boys mouth. Leisurely dragging his tongue over his damp skin as he went. Dougie looked at him through hooded eyes, “What was that?” he asked, bringing his hand to the drummers cheek.
“I would call that a distraction.” Harry said, flopping next to him, propping his head on his hand. Dougie smiled at him saying, “I should get scared more often.”