Sweet Revenge (Prompt 015. Revenge)
Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: R
Summery: It was Danny that he wanted to hurt, Danny that he wanted to get back at.
Disclaimer: Just fiction, not real, all fake!
A/N: For catching_clouds who prompted me with 015. Revenge from my prompt tables here. Pudd is probably not my strongest pairing, but I’ve tried. Con-crit is always welcomed and comments are, of course, loved <3
Word Count: 2,349
The room was dark, tall shadows silhouetted against the cream walls as the static buzz of adrenalin filled the body of the young blonde sat on the bottom of the bed. The crisp sheets were slightly rumpled, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he beat back the bubble of nerves.
Cocking his head he watched him, the elder man, handsomely good looking, chiselled features, shaven headed and eyes so blue they were like an ocean of swirling thoughts. But for once the blue was imperfected by pain and betrayal, sorrow swirling and mixing. It tore at the boyish blonde’s body, he knew exactly how the elder brunette felt, he too felt it, felt the ache, the stab of anger that hideous misplace of trust had brought.
They had both trusted him, both would have given him their heart in a hope he’d keep it safe, not break it. However both knew how clumsy Danny Jones was, both just never thought he’d be so callus, so spiteful. Neither knew they were been played, both didn’t know about the other until it was too late, until Danny had dropped their fragile hearts, watched them shatter, walked away killing every last ounce of confidence and trust.
“Doug’s?” he looked up, thoughts broken, left hanging shrouded by that veil of hate. He knew he should have been angry at the man before him, silver video camera in his hand, glinting in the artificial light. However, he reasoned that the only person he was angry with was Danny. It was Danny that he wanted to hurt, Danny that he wanted to get back at, make him ache inside as he had done both himself and Harry.
He couldn’t be angry at Harry not when he had been just as innocent, played and taken for a fool by the curly haired brunette that didn’t know when to stop. Harry was his best friend, had been for so long, the first person he’d met when he’d joined the band, the band that had slowly started drifting apart because of a secret that eventually spiralled, spilled and tore apart all of those carefully constructed boundaries.
He had hated keeping what was going on with Danny a secret from Harry, he knew he probably should have seen the signs then, knew something wasn’t right when Danny had begged him not to tell anyone what was happening with them. He just thought Danny was afraid of what people were going to say and so reluctantly agreed to keep quiet.
Dougie remembered the moment he’d found them, an entanglement of bodies, warm skin and a distinct smell of sex and all things sinful. He ran, cowardly perhaps, but he couldn’t stand by and watch.
It physically made him throb inside, and not the good kind of throb. He first thought not only his boyfriend, although it had never been an exclusive thing had betrayed him, but also his best friend. He was wrong. Only his boyfriend had betrayed him.
The skate ramp was damp and cold as he sat down, the dew lightly seeping through the thin material of his shorts, mind buzzing, lashes damp with tears as he wrapped his arms protectively around his legs.
It was only when he heard footsteps that Dougie looked up aquamarine eyes resting on sparkling, iced blue, Harry stood above him, fully clothed, rosy skinned, and disbelieving, his chiselled features saddened, tinted by regret.
Dougie had wanted to argue, scream insults at the taller man beside him, but he couldn’t, his lips wouldn’t form words, he just stared bitten by anger. Then he saw the sincerity in his eyes felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing arguing wouldn’t solve anything.
“He’s been playing us Doug’s. He’s been using us both, playing us off against the other.” Harry’s words were whispered, quietly and shakily into the air, eyes twinkling in the dull light from the half moon.
As Dougie watched him he saw the regret, and knew non of this was Harry’s fault. It was then at that moment the plan that lead them to today was made. Dougie forgave Danny, went back to him, and pretended he could get over what he had seen, that it was just a blip, a drunken fumble. But in reality he couldn’t forgive him, couldn’t forget. Inside he held onto the anger he felt, only allowing himself to vent when with Harry, when plotting the brunette’s downfall. They both wanted to hurt him, make him pay, cause him the same embarrassment, and doubt he had them. They both wanted to show Danny Jones they wouldn’t be played.
“Doug’s, you alright?” his reverie was broken once more, brought back to the presence by Harry’s voice. Looking up, eyes locking, stomach jumping he nodded his head.
“You sure you want to do this?”
He just nodded again, numb to the very core, eyes wide and watching Harry, the video camera positioned aptly, and ready to capture whatever was to unfold.
It felt strange for Dougie, Harry was a friend they weren’t meant to cross those lines, Dougie had before with Danny, as had Harry, and friendships had suffered as a consequence. He didn’t want to lose another friend, but this was his way to hurt Danny, rip at his heart until he no longer felt alive.
He mutely watched the red light on the video camera flash indicating it was recording. He swallowed back the nerves resting below his skin and watched as Harry stepped towards him the air of naivety lost as his eyes, glassy blue and shimmering filled with lust, all aspects of their friendship dissolving as for the moment they became wrapped up in something else, fiery want fuelled by the knowledge that once Danny saw, he’d break.
Lips were pressed chastely against lips, soft, and uniquely tasting, a smooth kiss carving through thin lines and crumpling boundaries. It took a while for Dougie to get use to Harry’s kisses and the roughness of his stubble against soft skin, tickling his chin, but he soon fell into a rhythm, kissing back, fisting the shirt he was wearing tugging him overboard and causing a rapturous groan to emit from the back of his throat.
He couldn’t help but smile, kneading skin and letting fingers slip across Harry’s well defined spine. Dougie’s body buzzed, adrenalin slicing through his veins, open-mouthed kisses exchanged as the slow, almost teasing removal of clothing began.
As their lips separated and Harry tugged at his t-shirt Dougie purposely focused his gaze on the camera, cheeks flushing, moaning at the slight touch of Harry’s fingers against his warm skin. He wanted Danny to remember every touch see the lust in his eyes, even if it was slightly forced, fake, make believe.
He arched, cold air nipping at sensitive skin, his t-shirt removed lightening quick, tossed to the floor, eyes starry as Harry’s lips clasped around a peaked nipple, enveloping him in warm wetness, mind buzzing and over loaded.
His hips bucked off the bed Harry’s tongue continuing to tease, kitten licking, and driving him almost to the point of exhilaration. His fingers curled around taut shoulders, striped shirt buttons undone with ease, rippling muscles shimmering under silky skin as the material was pulled free, dropped to the floor as an exploration of familiar bodies continued, slow, and easy.
The belt buckle holding Dougie’s jeans up was next, pulled from the loops, jangling as it was pushed to the floor. Dougie arched a little, loving the feel of warm skin against his own, loving the touch of gentle hands exploring soft, lightly tanned flesh.
It was different to how Danny would touch him; his caresses were much harsher, much more feral, never as soft, or loving. Dougie arched and his hands gripped hold of Harry’s shoulders as the elder man admonished soft kisses across his collarbone, sucking at the skin in the hollow of his neck. The move alone was simple, but so driven, so teasing. Dougie’s hands slid along Harry’s spine, fingers scraping scratches into the rosy flesh.
As the hindering garments that were left on their bodies, hanging loosely and dishevelled, were removed Dougie breathed a sigh of relief, goose bumps attacking sensitive skin, rolling waves of cold air swathing him cooling to the core.
The only thing that proved a source of heat, of comfort, was Harry’s breath on his neck, as his lips skittered across slightly sweaty and rosy skin. The camera still buzzed in the background, capturing the images unfolding in front of it. The scene solely created by anger, and lust. The desperate want to get retribution spurring both on, inhibitions lost, rationally silenced. Perhaps it was wrong, an unorthodox way to seek revenge, but Dougie, for once, just wanted to feel loved, feel more than just a plaything.
Every touch Harry made helped him feel safe, made his innards quake and his body respond rapturously and as Harry entered him with one fluid move, simple and silently Dougie voice worked in over time, calling the drummer’s name as he found himself suddenly reeling upwards, hands clasping around the brunette’s neck.
The sweeping moves of cold fingertips against reddened cheeks and chaste kisses pressed to swollen lips was almost enough to make both forget this wasn’t real, more than a game.
They fell into a rhythm fairly easy. Dougie’s mouth falling agape every time Harry brushed over that sweet spot inside, his grip tightened a little on muscular shoulders. Skin slapped against skin, kisses exchanged and breathes heightened, heavy and ragged.
Dougie couldn’t help but think how different sex with Harry was. They were the same moves Danny used, same positions, there was just something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, a certain element that made the whole thing slightly more exciting.
Perhaps it was the video camera, perhaps it was the knowledge that he was breaking the hold Danny had on him. He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know. He couldn’t think, and as positions changed he took advantage raising himself slightly, plunging almost straight back down, groaning at the sensation, and throwing his head back, he didn’t care!
Sweat rolled down his back, locks of golden blonde sticking to his forehead unruled and tussled. Harry didn’t seem to be fairing much better. His skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat too, his lips parted, and his breaths laboured as he sailed closer to that precarious edge. Their movements continued, harmonised.
Fingers curled against skin, protecting, pulling lissom bodies closer, and seeking friction and heat. Their minds span as boundaries crumbled and defences shattered, the reality hitting like a freight train, heavy and burdening as the tidal waves of pleasure washed over them both, their releases hitting almost simultaneously.
Dougie fell forwards, Harry still inside him, still moving as the aftershocks raced through veins. The young blonde, boneless, and satiated buried his face in the crook of the drummer’s neck fighting to calm down, calm the erratic thump of his heart, and the way his breathes were uneven and gasped.
Harry’s heart was racing almost as fast; Dougie could feel it against his chest as sweat and semen mixed between them. Everything was still and calm as a sense of peace washed over them both, legs tangled the bed sheets creased and stained with the wrong doings of sex.
It was Dougie that made the first signs of movement pulling himself free, unburdening Harry, giving him much needed space to breath, rolling onto his back beside him. The drummer’s lips curled into a smile as he peered down on the younger blonde, his friend, band mate, and one time lover, sweeping the strands of hair away and kissing his forehead softly.
Dougie could only smile, sighing contentedly and watching as the bed dipped slightly as Harry got off it, pulling on his boxers. He moved towards the camera, pausing before reaching out and switching it off. His head turned back, looking towards Dougie and grinning a, “that was fun!”
Dougie knew it was just for camera sake, but he still let a giggle fall through his lips, still felt the twitch of nerves and muscles as the aftershocks ate away at his insides. He watched as the red light stopped flashing, watched as Harry took the small cd out of the camera and looked towards him, eyes glazed seriously.
“What d’ya think Danny’s going to think when he sees it?” Harry looked down to the cd held between his fingers as he climbed back on the bed, then back to Dougie, anxiety clouding his sparkling azure. Dougie couldn’t help but wonder the same thing. Knowing Danny he probably wouldn’t care, probably enjoy watching it. Shallow and insensitive.
“Do you care what he thinks when he sees it?” Dougie was cautious with his question, Harry’s arms wrapped around his torso as the post coital haze settled above them.
Harry sighed, reaching out and placing the cd on the bedside table, switching the light off and laying back down, his eyes wide and glinting in the moonlight. “No, not really, he deserves to be hurt.”
As Dougie watched Harry’s eyes close he felt questions whiz through his own mind, spinning and tearing through brain space. The high was still buzzing, but his thoughts were momentarily snatched away from him.
He knew that once he left the warmth of Harry’s bed things would look different. He knew once he went back to his flat, packed before leaving for his mothers, needing space, he’d be dropping the evidence of a lustful liaison through Danny’s letter box.
He knew eventually he’d have to talk to Danny about this, about what had happened between them all for the sake of the band, but for now he couldn’t face it, was happy to pretend non of it was happening, pretend everything was as it had been weeks ago.
Revenge was sweet, and as Dougie sunk down on the pillow, covers warm against skin he couldn’t help but smile. It was good been the bad guy, just this once.
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: R
Summery: It was Danny that he wanted to hurt, Danny that he wanted to get back at.
Disclaimer: Just fiction, not real, all fake!
A/N: For catching_clouds who prompted me with 015. Revenge from my prompt tables here. Pudd is probably not my strongest pairing, but I’ve tried. Con-crit is always welcomed and comments are, of course, loved <3
Word Count: 2,349
The room was dark, tall shadows silhouetted against the cream walls as the static buzz of adrenalin filled the body of the young blonde sat on the bottom of the bed. The crisp sheets were slightly rumpled, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he beat back the bubble of nerves.
Cocking his head he watched him, the elder man, handsomely good looking, chiselled features, shaven headed and eyes so blue they were like an ocean of swirling thoughts. But for once the blue was imperfected by pain and betrayal, sorrow swirling and mixing. It tore at the boyish blonde’s body, he knew exactly how the elder brunette felt, he too felt it, felt the ache, the stab of anger that hideous misplace of trust had brought.
They had both trusted him, both would have given him their heart in a hope he’d keep it safe, not break it. However both knew how clumsy Danny Jones was, both just never thought he’d be so callus, so spiteful. Neither knew they were been played, both didn’t know about the other until it was too late, until Danny had dropped their fragile hearts, watched them shatter, walked away killing every last ounce of confidence and trust.
“Doug’s?” he looked up, thoughts broken, left hanging shrouded by that veil of hate. He knew he should have been angry at the man before him, silver video camera in his hand, glinting in the artificial light. However, he reasoned that the only person he was angry with was Danny. It was Danny that he wanted to hurt, Danny that he wanted to get back at, make him ache inside as he had done both himself and Harry.
He couldn’t be angry at Harry not when he had been just as innocent, played and taken for a fool by the curly haired brunette that didn’t know when to stop. Harry was his best friend, had been for so long, the first person he’d met when he’d joined the band, the band that had slowly started drifting apart because of a secret that eventually spiralled, spilled and tore apart all of those carefully constructed boundaries.
He had hated keeping what was going on with Danny a secret from Harry, he knew he probably should have seen the signs then, knew something wasn’t right when Danny had begged him not to tell anyone what was happening with them. He just thought Danny was afraid of what people were going to say and so reluctantly agreed to keep quiet.
Dougie remembered the moment he’d found them, an entanglement of bodies, warm skin and a distinct smell of sex and all things sinful. He ran, cowardly perhaps, but he couldn’t stand by and watch.
It physically made him throb inside, and not the good kind of throb. He first thought not only his boyfriend, although it had never been an exclusive thing had betrayed him, but also his best friend. He was wrong. Only his boyfriend had betrayed him.
The skate ramp was damp and cold as he sat down, the dew lightly seeping through the thin material of his shorts, mind buzzing, lashes damp with tears as he wrapped his arms protectively around his legs.
It was only when he heard footsteps that Dougie looked up aquamarine eyes resting on sparkling, iced blue, Harry stood above him, fully clothed, rosy skinned, and disbelieving, his chiselled features saddened, tinted by regret.
Dougie had wanted to argue, scream insults at the taller man beside him, but he couldn’t, his lips wouldn’t form words, he just stared bitten by anger. Then he saw the sincerity in his eyes felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing arguing wouldn’t solve anything.
“He’s been playing us Doug’s. He’s been using us both, playing us off against the other.” Harry’s words were whispered, quietly and shakily into the air, eyes twinkling in the dull light from the half moon.
As Dougie watched him he saw the regret, and knew non of this was Harry’s fault. It was then at that moment the plan that lead them to today was made. Dougie forgave Danny, went back to him, and pretended he could get over what he had seen, that it was just a blip, a drunken fumble. But in reality he couldn’t forgive him, couldn’t forget. Inside he held onto the anger he felt, only allowing himself to vent when with Harry, when plotting the brunette’s downfall. They both wanted to hurt him, make him pay, cause him the same embarrassment, and doubt he had them. They both wanted to show Danny Jones they wouldn’t be played.
“Doug’s, you alright?” his reverie was broken once more, brought back to the presence by Harry’s voice. Looking up, eyes locking, stomach jumping he nodded his head.
“You sure you want to do this?”
He just nodded again, numb to the very core, eyes wide and watching Harry, the video camera positioned aptly, and ready to capture whatever was to unfold.
It felt strange for Dougie, Harry was a friend they weren’t meant to cross those lines, Dougie had before with Danny, as had Harry, and friendships had suffered as a consequence. He didn’t want to lose another friend, but this was his way to hurt Danny, rip at his heart until he no longer felt alive.
He mutely watched the red light on the video camera flash indicating it was recording. He swallowed back the nerves resting below his skin and watched as Harry stepped towards him the air of naivety lost as his eyes, glassy blue and shimmering filled with lust, all aspects of their friendship dissolving as for the moment they became wrapped up in something else, fiery want fuelled by the knowledge that once Danny saw, he’d break.
Lips were pressed chastely against lips, soft, and uniquely tasting, a smooth kiss carving through thin lines and crumpling boundaries. It took a while for Dougie to get use to Harry’s kisses and the roughness of his stubble against soft skin, tickling his chin, but he soon fell into a rhythm, kissing back, fisting the shirt he was wearing tugging him overboard and causing a rapturous groan to emit from the back of his throat.
He couldn’t help but smile, kneading skin and letting fingers slip across Harry’s well defined spine. Dougie’s body buzzed, adrenalin slicing through his veins, open-mouthed kisses exchanged as the slow, almost teasing removal of clothing began.
As their lips separated and Harry tugged at his t-shirt Dougie purposely focused his gaze on the camera, cheeks flushing, moaning at the slight touch of Harry’s fingers against his warm skin. He wanted Danny to remember every touch see the lust in his eyes, even if it was slightly forced, fake, make believe.
He arched, cold air nipping at sensitive skin, his t-shirt removed lightening quick, tossed to the floor, eyes starry as Harry’s lips clasped around a peaked nipple, enveloping him in warm wetness, mind buzzing and over loaded.
His hips bucked off the bed Harry’s tongue continuing to tease, kitten licking, and driving him almost to the point of exhilaration. His fingers curled around taut shoulders, striped shirt buttons undone with ease, rippling muscles shimmering under silky skin as the material was pulled free, dropped to the floor as an exploration of familiar bodies continued, slow, and easy.
The belt buckle holding Dougie’s jeans up was next, pulled from the loops, jangling as it was pushed to the floor. Dougie arched a little, loving the feel of warm skin against his own, loving the touch of gentle hands exploring soft, lightly tanned flesh.
It was different to how Danny would touch him; his caresses were much harsher, much more feral, never as soft, or loving. Dougie arched and his hands gripped hold of Harry’s shoulders as the elder man admonished soft kisses across his collarbone, sucking at the skin in the hollow of his neck. The move alone was simple, but so driven, so teasing. Dougie’s hands slid along Harry’s spine, fingers scraping scratches into the rosy flesh.
As the hindering garments that were left on their bodies, hanging loosely and dishevelled, were removed Dougie breathed a sigh of relief, goose bumps attacking sensitive skin, rolling waves of cold air swathing him cooling to the core.
The only thing that proved a source of heat, of comfort, was Harry’s breath on his neck, as his lips skittered across slightly sweaty and rosy skin. The camera still buzzed in the background, capturing the images unfolding in front of it. The scene solely created by anger, and lust. The desperate want to get retribution spurring both on, inhibitions lost, rationally silenced. Perhaps it was wrong, an unorthodox way to seek revenge, but Dougie, for once, just wanted to feel loved, feel more than just a plaything.
Every touch Harry made helped him feel safe, made his innards quake and his body respond rapturously and as Harry entered him with one fluid move, simple and silently Dougie voice worked in over time, calling the drummer’s name as he found himself suddenly reeling upwards, hands clasping around the brunette’s neck.
The sweeping moves of cold fingertips against reddened cheeks and chaste kisses pressed to swollen lips was almost enough to make both forget this wasn’t real, more than a game.
They fell into a rhythm fairly easy. Dougie’s mouth falling agape every time Harry brushed over that sweet spot inside, his grip tightened a little on muscular shoulders. Skin slapped against skin, kisses exchanged and breathes heightened, heavy and ragged.
Dougie couldn’t help but think how different sex with Harry was. They were the same moves Danny used, same positions, there was just something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, a certain element that made the whole thing slightly more exciting.
Perhaps it was the video camera, perhaps it was the knowledge that he was breaking the hold Danny had on him. He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know. He couldn’t think, and as positions changed he took advantage raising himself slightly, plunging almost straight back down, groaning at the sensation, and throwing his head back, he didn’t care!
Sweat rolled down his back, locks of golden blonde sticking to his forehead unruled and tussled. Harry didn’t seem to be fairing much better. His skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat too, his lips parted, and his breaths laboured as he sailed closer to that precarious edge. Their movements continued, harmonised.
Fingers curled against skin, protecting, pulling lissom bodies closer, and seeking friction and heat. Their minds span as boundaries crumbled and defences shattered, the reality hitting like a freight train, heavy and burdening as the tidal waves of pleasure washed over them both, their releases hitting almost simultaneously.
Dougie fell forwards, Harry still inside him, still moving as the aftershocks raced through veins. The young blonde, boneless, and satiated buried his face in the crook of the drummer’s neck fighting to calm down, calm the erratic thump of his heart, and the way his breathes were uneven and gasped.
Harry’s heart was racing almost as fast; Dougie could feel it against his chest as sweat and semen mixed between them. Everything was still and calm as a sense of peace washed over them both, legs tangled the bed sheets creased and stained with the wrong doings of sex.
It was Dougie that made the first signs of movement pulling himself free, unburdening Harry, giving him much needed space to breath, rolling onto his back beside him. The drummer’s lips curled into a smile as he peered down on the younger blonde, his friend, band mate, and one time lover, sweeping the strands of hair away and kissing his forehead softly.
Dougie could only smile, sighing contentedly and watching as the bed dipped slightly as Harry got off it, pulling on his boxers. He moved towards the camera, pausing before reaching out and switching it off. His head turned back, looking towards Dougie and grinning a, “that was fun!”
Dougie knew it was just for camera sake, but he still let a giggle fall through his lips, still felt the twitch of nerves and muscles as the aftershocks ate away at his insides. He watched as the red light stopped flashing, watched as Harry took the small cd out of the camera and looked towards him, eyes glazed seriously.
“What d’ya think Danny’s going to think when he sees it?” Harry looked down to the cd held between his fingers as he climbed back on the bed, then back to Dougie, anxiety clouding his sparkling azure. Dougie couldn’t help but wonder the same thing. Knowing Danny he probably wouldn’t care, probably enjoy watching it. Shallow and insensitive.
“Do you care what he thinks when he sees it?” Dougie was cautious with his question, Harry’s arms wrapped around his torso as the post coital haze settled above them.
Harry sighed, reaching out and placing the cd on the bedside table, switching the light off and laying back down, his eyes wide and glinting in the moonlight. “No, not really, he deserves to be hurt.”
As Dougie watched Harry’s eyes close he felt questions whiz through his own mind, spinning and tearing through brain space. The high was still buzzing, but his thoughts were momentarily snatched away from him.
He knew that once he left the warmth of Harry’s bed things would look different. He knew once he went back to his flat, packed before leaving for his mothers, needing space, he’d be dropping the evidence of a lustful liaison through Danny’s letter box.
He knew eventually he’d have to talk to Danny about this, about what had happened between them all for the sake of the band, but for now he couldn’t face it, was happy to pretend non of it was happening, pretend everything was as it had been weeks ago.
Revenge was sweet, and as Dougie sunk down on the pillow, covers warm against skin he couldn’t help but smile. It was good been the bad guy, just this once.