Undeniable (Fletcher/Poynter/Jones)

Jan 21, 2008 19:41

Title: Undeniable
Author: Me, dangerous_lie
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Multiple Pairings. Fletcher/Poynter/Jones OT3 ♥
Rating: NC-17/18
Beta'd by: juddpoynter
Summery: Tom has a fantasy…
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing except my sanity, although sometimes its questionable.
A/N: Okay, so as the first line suggests this was started way back in October. I just got terrible block on it, and have been adding a sentence here and there for months. I finished it a couple of weeks ago and seen as though I’ve gotten the block on everything else I figured I’d post it. Con-crit is welcomed and comments are loved <3
Word Count: 6,117 (Sorry it’s so long, I got carried away)



Undeniable
The cold October nights chased away the last linger of summer. The warm rays of the summer sun had long since disappeared, replaced by the unfriendly breeze and sprinkle of gold and red leaves.

Saturday night was originally supposed to be party night, an unwritten tradition within the band. However, that particular Saturday the elder blonde didn’t fancy going out. The cold wind and the pounding rain made warmer indoor activities; a night on the sofa, a film, and a few beers much more tempting. With a press of his thumb to the send button a text was on its way to the freckled brunette he had the privilege of calling his boyfriend telling him to have a good time and enjoy himself, that he’ll see him in the morning.

Tom Fletcher had never been big on rowdy nights out. Sure, he could be one of the lads but he much preferred the quite life, a quite night in with his man although Danny was a bit of a wild spark, unpredictable, and a notorious party animal. It was strange how safe and sensible had collided with wild and unpredictable and the effect was still disastrously beautiful.

Tom had always sort of admired Danny’s quick wit and bubbly nature. He had the wondrous ability to shrug off even the most mortifying of situations, laugh about it afterwards. It was one of the many qualities Tom admired, which Tom wished he had.

A year and a half was how long they’d been together. Eighteen months of secrecy, creeping around and been a couple only when out of the lime light. The guys, Dougie and Harry, knew of course they did. Tom knew he couldn’t keep something like that from them and he wouldn’t have wanted to, he valued his friendship, and the close-knit bond they all had.

Slouching down on the couch he sighed and shifted his gaze, trying to get comfy, head tilting towards the TV. However, before he had chance to settle in for the night and channel hop a series of knocks permeated the air, unsettling the atmosphere and causing the blonde to groan, stumbling to his feet.

As he pulled open the front door, the first thing he noticed was the pouring rain and the harsh breeze, eyes eventually falling to Dougie and Danny shivering and wet, obviously freezing cold. He was just about to open his mouth and ask what they were doing there when Dougie spoke out with a furrow of his brow.

“If Mohamed will not go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohamed… or something like that!” his lips quirked into a grin, holding up several bottles of beer, stepping by Tom.

Shaking his head, Tom suppressed the urge to laugh and glanced towards Danny who just shrugged and snatched a quick kiss from the blonde. Tom’s warm lips pressed against Danny’s cooler ones.

“Where’s Harry?” he moved back towards the lounge watching as Danny shook his damp curls from his eyes and looked towards the blonde, hanging his rain soaked jacket up.

“He decided on a quite night in with the ‘ol ball and chain,” Danny smirked as Tom elbowed him, shaking his head and dragging him through to the lounge where Dougie had already seated himself, flicking through the channels, and looking thoroughly at home.

“Oh so you’d thought you’d come by and annoy me? I thought you were going out?” Tom asked shivering as he felt Danny’s arms encircle his waist, hot breath fluttering across the back of his neck.

Danny chuckled. “We were going to, but I thought I’d come by, keep you company, get you good and drunk, and perhaps, if you’re lucky, do that thing you like later on!”

“Oh promises, promises, Daniel,” Tom smirked, pushing Dougie’s feet from off the sofa and sitting down keeping his eyes on Danny, thinking through all the things Danny could do to him, all the things Danny had done to him in the past.

‘Damn if only Dougie wasn’t here!’ He inwardly mused tearing his gaze from Danny and reaching forwards grasping hold of a bottle of beer before sinking back into the soft shrouds of the sofa, focusing his darkened gaze on the flickering TV screen.

~*~

The three boys all in various stages of intoxication were laid across the sofas, or in Danny’s case the floor of Tom’s lounge.

The curly haired brunette’s high-pitched laugh echoed in the air, the beer bottle in his hand held at a precarious angle. The intoxicating haze, the sudden rush of heat, and slight flush radiating his skin making his head spin.

Watching his boyfriend from the corner of his eyes Tom made a mental note to kill Danny if he spilt his drink. That rug was expensive, and extremely hard to clean! Sensing Dougie move, thoughts of reprimanding his boyfriend quickly disappeared, Tom’s head lifted, gaze focused on the younger blonde, watching him wobble, before picking up an empty beer bottle and slouching down beside Danny, small hands smoothing across his forearm. A sudden, unexpected flare of jealousy roared through Tom’s veins, burning to the very core. ‘Dougie’s totally harmless… right?’

As deep brown eyes locked with the mischievous, twinkling orbs of blue Tom felt something shift internally watching Dougie lick his lips and smirk wantonly in his direction. Okay, so maybe not as innocent as he portrays himself to be?’

“So, fancy playing a little game?” Dougie’s eyes glimmered as he spun the bottle, looking between Tom and Danny, daring them both.

Danny, either too drunk to care or just plain stupid, not realising what Dougie was insinuating nodded his head quickly and glanced towards Tom. Tom, however, wasn’t as wasted, wasn’t as free and easy with his actions as Danny was and paused, lips parted.

He knew Dougie’s games were never as innocent as they first appeared to be and the flare in aquamarine eyes, the sprinkling glow of something more, seemed to back up his first thought. Although somewhere between processing that thought and parting his lips to answer, tell Dougie that no they were not interested; a spark of excitement had broken away his fragile defences, his blonde haired head buzzed, submerged, and before he had chance to rationalise the situation was sliding onto the floor, sitting in the deformed circle facing Dougie.

“This game is for like thirteen year olds…” Tom mumbled, focusing his gaze on Dougie. “And I hate to break it to you mate, but it’s not really a three player game!”

Dougie simply smirked and shook his head. “We’ll improvise then!”

Pausing momentarily Tom was just about to answer when he felt Danny’s hand on his leg and warmth fill his body. “C’mon Tom it’ll be fun!” his husked words were tempting, tearing through Tom’s body like a hot knife through butter.

He could see himself giving in and shook his head. “You’d better make it up to me later; you know how much I hate these sort of games.”

Danny chuckled and pressed his lips to the side of Tom’s neck, whispering a soft, “That shouldn’t be too hard!” the blonde shivering, but at the same time finding the touch comforting.

The alcohol was going to their heads it was more than noticeable to see within the glazed gaze in everyone’s eyes. With each spin of the bottle Tom was finding himself falling deeper into the swirl of intoxication, knowing there was a lot more productive things he could have been doing. With or without Danny.

As the game progressed the truth and dares were starting to become a little more risky too. They weren’t just the regular and simple truths or dares, safe questions and slurred facts. They were steadily becoming more and more personal, more in-depth.

Tom watched the bottle spin, the green glass mesmerising, shining below the lights. Dougie smiled as it eventually slowed and stopped on himself, eyes rolling in mock surprise. Tom’s brown eyes twinkled in the half-light, as a strange sense of excitement bubbled below his skin as he reached out and set the bottle upright, licking his lips, and turning his attention to Danny. Dougie swallowed back the nervous look and glanced towards Danny, he too, like the curly haired man before him, had seen that sparkle before.

Swallowing thickly, and trying to hide his panic, Danny focused his gaze on Tom. The look in his eyes was one he only ever saw when the blonde wasn’t thinking, when he was throwing caution to the wind and letting the devil perched on his shoulder win the battle of wills.

As Tom cleared his throat, letting words fall eloquently from his lips, taking Dougie up on his dare, he didn’t think that perhaps he was pushing the boundaries, in fact it was one of the rare occasions that he didn’t think at all.

He grinned, watching Dougie squirm, teal eyes shining and fixated on Danny’s wide-eyed, awe struck, and glowing features. Dougie felt his carefully constructed defences crumble, considering the dare Tom had set him. He was never usually one to turn down a dare, but this was different, this was pushing boundaries that weren’t meant to move.

He’d seen how affectionate, open, and loving Tom and Danny were when they weren’t hogging the spotlight, his cheeks flushing at the thought that for one night, in one clouded haze, he could be part of that affection.

“T… T… Tom what cha doin’?” Danny’s words broke the air, slicing the atmosphere, dark eyes widening and glancing towards his boyfriend.

The blonde smirked to himself; gaze focused on Danny’s confused and shock contorted features. “Been reckless, just this once!” he smirked and shifted his gaze back to Dougie, interested to see what he was going to do. If in fact he would indulge him and his reckless fantasy.

Their was a moment where the young blonde just stood, stock still, eyes wide and mouth falling agape. His first though was ‘are you mad?’ but his mind, lust clouded and ruled by a sudden wave of something akin to want pushed the thought out, silencing him.

His eyes, deep and blue, roved freckled features, pink lips, and drooping eyes. He could feel warm breaths on his cheek and licked at his own lips, stopping the frantic beat of his heart by taking the plunge, performing Tom’s dare, his lips clumsily crashing against Danny’s, hearing the sudden intake of breath, lips curving slightly, unable to beat away the sudden squirm of his stomach.

He’d had the pleasure of a ‘Danny kiss’ before, a soft, lustful, needy kiss. However, it was different this time. This time, Tom, the guy Danny was in love with, connected to emotionally, in more than the friendship way, was watching seeing his boyfriend reciprocating a kiss to a man other than himself.

That thought alone acted as more of an accelerant, spurring the young blonde on. He couldn’t help but think perhaps moral lines were starting to blur as he felt the tip of Danny’s tongue move against his own, a large hand resting on his hip, bring flush bodies slightly closer. However, he wasn’t sure the blurring of such fine lines was as a consequence of the alcohol swirling through their systems or the lust swaddling their minds.

Pulling back, Dougie’s eyes glazed as he looked between the brunette his lips had departed from, the skin still tingling, body thrumming, and his smirking boyfriend. The neurons in his mind weren’t connecting. Tom shouldn’t have been smiling, he should have been jealous, should he? Before he had chance to question the words screeched to a halt, eyes narrowed, gaze bright and wide, resting on Tom as he shared that knowing look only partners could.

Dougie felt self conscious knowing he was under scrutiny by two of his best friends, two pairs of eyes, chocolate brown and aquatic blue roved his skinny features, heads bobbing and before Dougie had chance to protest his lips had been captured again, this time by the eager lips of the elder man.

Dougie’s eyes closed, Tom’s kisses were different to Danny’s, a lot different. They were less insistent, much calmer, caring even, paced, but still leisurely. His skilled hands warm and slightly callused, cupped youthful cheeks, caressing soft skin, and adding something a little different to their kiss, sparking an emotion deep inside.

Dougie’s lips parted, Adam’s apple bobbing as an almost inaudible groan tumbled from his lips, Tom smiling into their kiss and arching against him. Small tapered fingers moved along Tom’s t-shirt covered spine, trying to hide the uncontrollable want he had to rip the garment off.

His eyes remained closed, he didn’t want to open them, he didn’t want to see what Danny was doing, see the look on his freckled face. He knew how possessive the northerner could get, how hot headed and temperamental. But as he felt another pair of hands join in the exploration on his young body the pieces fell into place with clarity, knowing, for once, perhaps Danny was up for a little sharing.

The brunette was behind him, lips pressed to his neck, breath warm and sultry fluttering like the wings of a butterfly across flushed skin. His hands gently explored every wantonly aching contour with feather light caresses.

However, it was Tom’s hand that undid buttons that pushed the material of Dougie’s pale blue shirt over scrawny shoulders; it was Tom’s lips that descended over a peaked nipple, sending a wave of rapturous bliss over bronzed skin.

When Tom pulled back brown eyes glazed, meeting the stark blue of his boyfriend’s sat directly behind their younger friend, he felt his lips curl into a coy smirk and something stir deep within. His head nodded, in answer to a question that hadn’t been voiced, but that was obviously setting the sparkling pools of aquamarine alight.

Dougie watched the bob of Tom’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, watched as his gaze dropped to the splash of colour adorning his right pec, the indescribable scene inked into tanned skin.

Dougie didn’t move his gaze from off the eldest blonde, even if he wasn’t looking directly at him. His eyes blazed with lust, a feeling that only served to double as he felt Danny’s naked chest press against his equally naked back, the sudden skin on skin contact sending a shiver through pulsing veins.

“Liking it, are we?” Danny’s words were mumbled, arms snaking around his body, large hands pressing over and cupping the swell in Dougie’s jeans, lips pressing to his neck, sucking at salty skin, and most probably leaving a mark that could become problematic, tricky to explain come morning.

Dougie could only nod his head muffling an ‘mmmhm’ head thrown back against Danny’s shoulders as the brunette’s lips continued their exploration.

Each touch was like an electrical shock to Dougie’s young body, senses razor sharp and alive. Not only were Danny’s hands on his body, but so were Tom’s, tugging and pulling, undoing shiny buttons on dark denim.

Dougie groaned the friction in his jeans almost unbearable thanks to the manipulative touches of his best friend’s fingers. He felt Tom shift, his body momentarily missing the touch, but as he craned his neck, blue eyes dancing wildly he watched Tom and Danny exchange kisses, disengaging from the real world and losing themselves in feral touches.

Danny’s hands moved, Tom’s pale skin shimmering in sweat, the young blonde, turned on and on the verge of desperation couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful Tom truly was. Danny had a natural kind of beauty, perfect smile, and freckled skin. Tom’s beauty was more hidden, locked away to only the eye of the beholder. Dougie knew of his insecurities, seen him shed weight in an effort to look more appealing, but then he’d seen the way Danny looked at him, simple words showing Tom that he was beautiful, that it wasn’t what was on the outside it was what was on the inside that counted, in his heart.

Dougie couldn’t have agreed more with Danny, for once the northerner had been right, building Tom’s confidence and without a doubt making him the person he was today. He smiled to himself watching as Danny’s freckled fingers pressed against pale skin, feeling the erratic thump of his lover’s heart, and knowing it was because of him.

Tom was gorgeous, skin like snow and lips red like tempting strawberries. He smiled, always smiled, as he pressed them to Danny’s, dainty fingers winding through tangled curls as without missing a beat Danny’s fingers slid the zipper of Tom’s jeans down, letting the rough denim pool around his ankles.

Dougie’s heart beat quickened waiting for Danny to go a little further and free Tom from his boxers, but the elder blonde stopped the brunette before he had chance to, chastely kissing the corner of the brunette’s lips. He muttered something to Danny, smirking and looking towards Dougie, who squeaked, blue eyes following a lone droplet of sweat across the blonde’s chest, as he beckoned him forwards, raising his eyebrows at the curly haired brunette, brown eyes twinkling and giving him the green light to do what he pleased.

And do what he pleased, he did…

Danny took his chance, stepped forwards and as he did so Dougie couldn’t stop himself tremble with heady arousal, iced blue eyes twinkling, lips parting as Danny’s large hand clasped around his wrist. The spark of electricity that shot through his veins was startling, Dougie’s eyes springing wide, and before he had chance to think, rationalize the situation, lips had been claimed and kisses exchanged under the watchful eye of the elder blonde.

Danny’s hands were warm, exploring soft skin, Dougie’s own hands stilled, unsure of what he was suppose to do with them, unsure of how comfortable he was doing this when Tom was watching, heavy eyed, rosy skinned, and seemingly urging his curly haired lover on with just the power of his gaze alone.

The kisses grew ever rougher, Danny’s fingers slipping below the elastic of chequered boxer shorts, but stopping, not falling any further.

Dougie groaned out in frustration clawing at Danny’s back and finding something for his incessant fingers to do as the brunette make quick work of the buttons on his jeans, undoing them, pushing the belt open and letting the heavy material hang loosely from skinny hips.

Tongues clashed, saliva was swapped as kisses left bodies breathless. Dougie couldn’t help but muse that their was something oddly addictive about Danny’s touch, Danny’s lips, Danny’s taste. ‘Tom’s a lucky guy, a very, very lucky guy!’

Dougie’s thoughts were halted abruptly, jaw slackening with surprise as Danny fell to his knees, tugging at his boxer shorts, lowering the material down creamy thighs. Dougie breath stilted, nothing more than a heavy gasp, as he felt warm air swirl around uncovered flesh, eyes drooping closed, mouth falling agape as he fought back a groan of Danny’s name, as nimble fingers curled around his straining erection.

Somewhere inside his mind there was a small quiver of uncertainty, perhaps it was only natural, he was naked with his friends fingers wrapped around his cock, after all, jerking him off, curling the edges of his world with each caress.

He stripped off all the time, but this was different, this time he felt self-conscious, not realising how evoking the touch of his best friends fingers on hot, naked skin could be. It felt strange, surreal, and so fucking wrong!

The surreal feeling only served to double though as Danny bobbed forwards, lips clasping around the tip of his erection, eliciting a hoarse groan and an experimental roll of Dougie’s hip by way of response. The blonde instantly flushed, his movements forcing Danny to fall quickly into a rhythm of decisive licks and knee quaking sucks.

Waves of molten pleasure were starting to seep through Dougie’s veins, blissfully burning, teeth gritting trying to keep himself upright already starting to feel his energies dwindle. He closed his eyes warding off the feeling to come already; giving in this soon would have been even more mortifying.

However, with each experimental roll of his hips, each flutter of warm breath against exposed skin Dougie felt himself sail closer to the edge on a blissful high, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he gripped onto sweat drenched curls. He tried to call Danny’s name, jaw falling slack, but the words he wanted to say were stuck in the back of his throat as new sensations soared through his veins.

Danny hummed around his erection, dragging him head long into his burning high, waves of pleasure pulsing through his body. Dougie’s mind swam, his stomach somersaulted feeling Danny’s throat work busily, catching, and cleaning away all the young blonde had spilt.

When Danny pulled away, grinning up at him, hands resting on his sticky stomach Dougie couldn’t hide the wobble of his legs, chest rising and falling, breathing heavily as he fought to keep his footing, legs eventually weakening, falling to the floor as Tom chuckled from somewhere behind him.

Dougie’s heavy lidded blue eyes watched as the elder blonde, boxers tented obviously, swept towards the brunette, chastely kissing him and savouring the unique taste on his eager tongue.

The young blonde, levelling his breath, couldn’t hide the groan that emanated in the back of his throat as he watched his two friends kiss, fingers fumbling with the clothes that were left on their bodies, muscles flexing.

Tom’s fingers trailed the contours of Danny’s body, resting on his prominent hip bones as kisses intensified, before eventually continuing their exploration, unbuttoning rough denim and pushing over pigmented skin.

Dougie watched as Danny’s head was thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing, neck bared, and lips parting as he groaned in frustration. However, Tom simply teased, smirking, not willing to relinquish the control he was finding he had.

Talented fingers skated across creamy skin, dipping below the waistband of chequered boxers, tantalising flesh, teasing and testing mercilessly, seeing how far he could go before Danny’s tolerance snapped.

It didn’t take long. The curly topped brunette was never patient and proved that by whining a ‘Tom’, tugging at messy strands of blonde as dainty fingers eventually slipped past the waistband, curling around arousal and eliciting a hoarse gasp.

Danny arched forwards, pushing against Tom’s hand seeking heavenly friction, every nerve in his body twitching, excited by soft touches.

It was only when Tom caught Dougie watching that he actually began to pick up a rhythm, fingers moving, lips pressing against Danny’s shapely ears whispering what the young blonde presumed to be sweet nothings.

He was however wrong. He just didn’t know it.

As Tom removed his hand from Danny’s boxers, Dougie saw the glint in his eyes, stomach jumping nervously. He couldn’t shake the look, hearing Danny growl as Tom announced he was going to get something, that he’d be right back.

Dougie’s gaze followed the departing blonde, feeling a little of that weight lift from off his shoulders. However it soon crashed back, weighting him down as his gaze returned to Danny seeing the mischievous sparkle imperfecting pools of blue.

The brunette smiled lopsidedly advancing towards him with grace, prowling and elegantly pouncing, lips squashing against lips as that exhilarated feeling of power burnt through his veins.

Large freckled hands moved gripping at Dougie’s slender hips as bodies slid together effortlessly. Danny’s lips parted, a groan falling free as he found the friction Tom had denied him, Dougie’s fingers wrapping around him, squeezing gently.

Every flicker of pleasure across Danny’s features held Dougie captivated. The brunette’s aquatic eyes dazed, pink lips parting as once again his conscience attacked. It felt strange, exhilarating to have his fingers wrapped around his best friend’s cock, bringing him off slowly, perversely fascinated by the way in which Danny was responding to his touch, body twitching, breath hitching.

Part of Dougie’s body wanted to spin on its heel and run away, this was too close for comfort, this was wrong, but he couldn’t make any movement apart from that of his hand. His thoughts, brief worries were broken as he felt a presence watching them. His blonde hair obscured his vision as he lifted his head, sweaty strands pushed out of his face, watching as Tom hovered behind the entanglement of bodies on the floor.

He smirked, brown eyes twinkling watching Dougie’s mouth open yet words failed to fall from his tongue. Tom’s head shook as he dropped several foiled wrappers, protection; onto Dougie’s stomach the outer package glinting in the artificial light, like raindrops on flower petals.

Dougie swallowed back the lump forming in his throat, fingers unwrapping from around Danny’s length, causing the brunette to grunt in sheer frustration, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Am I ever going to get off tonight?” He mumbled exasperatedly, cheeks flushing ruby red, sweat clinging to the ends of chocolate curls as he blew them from off of his face, looking up at his boyfriend for some sort of answer.

Tom chuckled heartily, leaning forwards, cupping Danny’s freckled features and smoothly allowing their lips to meet as a foiled wrapper was pressed into his sweaty palm, eyes glinting as their lips parted.

“It’s totally in your hands, babe… literally.” Tom’s words were husked, glancing down, and then between Danny and Dougie.

Danny’s lips parted to question his boyfriend, but he saw the look in Tom’s eyes, read his mind, knew he was just fulfilling his fantasy. Danny smirked at the though it wasn’t as if Tom’s fantasy was a dirty little secret. No, he’d willingly let Danny in on it, surprising the brunette, but never the less intriguing him to equal amount as well.

When the elder blonde had spoken about involving another guy Danny had never expected it to be Dougie, their friend. There was something surprisingly scary about that. Danny knew Dougie wasn’t exactly straight, how could he not? But this wasn’t just some random shag, this was something much more, this was possibly crumbling the foundations of a friendship to live out a fantasy purely told in the bedroom for titillation's sake.

All thoughts that this was possibly a mistake seemed to tone out as he peered towards Dougie, whose cheeks were flared, flushed and beet red, teal eyes sparkling. Danny felt his stomach jump and knot as Tom’s hands on his lower back slid lower, thumbing the waistband of his boxer shorts, before pushing them over his rounded bottom, licking his ear, and growling lowly husking words that gave Danny the go-ahead.

As Danny moved towards Dougie, blue eyes meeting, he felt the need to reassure the young blonde. The hesitance Dougie was feeling, the unsurity Danny had felt moments before plain to see, highlighting the pools of deep aquamarine. Each reassured word that fell from Danny’s shimmering lips was spoken softly lifting the weight from off of Dougie’s skinny shoulders. Fingers moving across skin, soft, warm flesh like velvet below his tantalising touch.

Dougie’s head lifted, lips parted ever so as he felt his body respond to Danny’s every caress. He felt brown-eyed stares on his body, but chose to ignore them, ignoring the churn of his gut as pink lips clashed with Danny’s own, messily, uncoordinated, filled with need and want.

As the kisses grew and their bodies reclined, growing more comfortable, more confidant with one another Danny let his eyes linger on Dougie, trailing his facial features, before reaching for the tube of lube Tom had brought with him. There was no sign of hesitance now, just pure lust, deep satiated want and a dash of something unexplainable.

Freckled fingers circled the young blonde’s entrance, Danny’s gaze kept level, watching every flicker of discomfort cross Dougie’s boyish complexion. Dougie was hardly a blushing virgin when it came to this, Danny knew that, seen him the morning after, despite his shy tendencies he’d had his far share of men and women. Dougie had just never crossed lines quite as risky as this before.

Dougie’s pink lips parted as Danny’s fingers continued to stretch him, pulling him in two different directions. The power to call out seeming to dwindle, voice box shifting as he grunted his displeasure, but Danny simply soothed him with husked words, gaze lifted resting on Tom, who sat calmly, watching, savouring every move and caress, storing in his mind, an image he would never forget!

Danny felt Dougie’s hand on his hip incessant fingers digging into freckled flesh indicating that he was ready, sparkling teal eyes glancing up and locking with alluring pools of indigo.

Danny watched as with shaky fingers Dougie tore open the glinting condom wrapper, sheathing his erection in latex causing a shiver to run the length of his spine, the intimate touch having a disastrous effect, it almost been his undoing.

He looked down, watching Dougie; the young blonde flushed, waiting, his will power dwindling as he twisted, arched and writhed, sweat glistening on his skin like the first dew of the morning across luscious green grass. Self-control was an issue for Danny as he moved forwards, sliding into slick heat with a smooth jab of his hips, desperate to be closer.

Dougie’s lips parted, head dropped backwards as a light glaze filmed his vision, a slight grunt of displeasure ringing in Danny’s ear, crystal clear.

They were both aware of Tom watching them, soaking up the tense atmosphere like a sponge. Yet despite the strange turn of events, the fact that this was so, so wrong they blocked out his perverse stares, concentrated on the rhythm of their breaths, the moving of their bodies, and the immense wave of pleasure that rippled across slick skin, building up inside.

As Danny began moving, experimental thrusts to begin with, tentative and steady Dougie’s fingers curled against taut shoulders, soft freckled skin flexing under his fingertips.

The young boy arched, gasped and dry swallowed muscles flexing and tingling with searing pleasure. His lips sought out Danny’s, kisses exchanged with haste, feral, uncoordinated, and so goddamn good!

Danny’s fingers moved, gripping tight, and exploring warm contours. Both were so wrapped up in one another, in smooth touches and velvet heat that neither saw Tom move, neither saw him pick up one of the many condom wrappers littering the floor, and neither heard him tear it open.

It was only when Danny felt fingertips on the base of his spine and warm, wet kisses press against the skin at the nape of his neck that he realised Tom was joining in on the action, eyes blowing wide in realisation as with very little and next to no preparation, Tom was pressing in.

When Dougie’s eyes opened again, bright blue orbs widened, bewildered ever so, locking with rich brown over Danny’s shoulder, a wave of something new filled him, bubbling excitement. Tom’s movements were much more paced, faster, and brutal. The rocking of his hips, which in turn sent vibrations into Dougie’s body stood his senses on end, razor sharp, exploiting every over sensitized nerve in both Danny and Dougie’s bodies.

Danny gasped, mouth falling agape, lips parted wordlessly as he locked eyes with Dougie trying to ward off the sting and burn and fall into the same unruly rhythm Tom was setting.

It was an entanglement of sweat-drenched skin, aching limbs, and warm breaths their bodies moving in some sort of weird harmony, skin slapping against skin. The air was filled with that delicious scent of sex, mingling with the sheer immorality of the situation.

Licking his lips Danny tried to ward off the feeling to come as Tom continued to batter his prostate. His mind swam and the strength of his bodily defences waned, the temptation to give in, to feel elated, powerful, surged blisteringly from his very core.

Dougie’s gaze lingered on Tom, seeing beads of sweat form on his hairline, plastering sleek locks to his forehead. A picture of perfection no longer perfect. He could almost sense how close the elder blonde was; eyes scrunched closed, lips parting as his sense of control weakened.

Danny’s hips rolled, continuing to batter the young blonde’s over sensitive prostate. Dougie gasping out, fingers flexing and curling around Danny’s freckled shoulder, finding leverage. The hand that wasn’t keeping the brunette upright curled around Dougie’s erection, moving, teasing, gently bringing him off with accurate ease.

Duel sensations of pleasure, scorching warmth, spliced Dougie’s senses, rolling from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Dougie’s back arched, senses standing on end as he shivered, desperate to ward off the urge to come first, mind whirling. It was no use; he couldn’t shake the immense feeling of sizzling pleasure.

His head flung backwards, blonde locks splayed across the carpeted floor, mouth falling agape as he found the floor snatched from under him, like thin paper, defences crumbling. He couldn’t help himself groaning Danny’s name as thick streams of semen streaked his own and Danny’s stomach.

As his body relaxed, muscles twitching he breathed out deeply, blowing the sweaty strands of hair from off his face. He knew both Danny and Tom were close, felt it. He held his bottom lip between his teeth as he locked eyes with Tom, smirking knowingly.

The elder blonde’s forehead was dotted with beads of sweat; knuckles turning white as he gripped onto Danny’s hip, so tight he left finger marks on the smooth flesh, marks that would probably become bruises by morning, vivid reminders not only burnt onto their skin, but their hearts and minds as well.

Dougie’s eyes twinkled, lips parted as a flurry of dirtily spoken encouragements slipped free the words directed at Tom, “C’mon Tom, give in, let Danny feel how much you love it! Fuck him harder, make him come!” He relished the way the blonde crumbled, grunted, and cursed below his breath.

However, it seemed it was Danny who responded best to the words, Danny who groaned, head pressed into the crook of Dougie’s shoulder, teeth biting down on the sweaty skin as he gave in. He bucked forwards; arching his spine as he came with a roar of Dougie’s name, jaw falling slack as he breathed heavily, body slumping.

Tom crumbled seconds later his boyfriend’s ecstasy setting off a wave of pleasure, body shaking as he too, came. His mind twirled the world, steady ground, snatched from below his feet. He slumped forwards, rapidly rising chest pressed against Danny’s slick back, kisses scattered over his neck as they lay joined, an entanglement of sweaty, sore limbs.

Dougie groaned at the immense weight and the sticky feel that blanketed his body, grimacing in displeasure. Danny’s head lifted auburn curls pushed from out of his eyes, giggling cutely which eventually resulted in the two blondes joining in, laughter peeling from within.

It was Tom that made the first sign of movement pulling himself from Danny’s body and laying beside him, skin sticky and slick with the remnants of their work out. With a sigh and a groan Danny copied Tom’s moves and moments later slid from the boy below him with relative ease, laying the other side of the blonde, so Dougie himself was sandwiched between the two heavily breathing lovers.

As all three lay basking in the post coital glow Dougie couldn’t stop his mind running away with its self, questions buzzing annoyingly.

What would the implications be come morning? Had the lines they’d crossed become so blurred that things wouldn’t be the same anymore? Had one night of unbridled passion tainted their friendships forever?

However, right at that moment Dougie couldn’t allow guilt to eat away at his body, or crawl below his skin. The reality would kick in once the high had warn off, and perhaps he wouldn’t be able to look Danny or Tom in the eyes, but that was something he’d just have to deal with if the situation were to arise.

Right now all Dougie could do was sigh dreamily and giggle quietly at the sheer oddity of what had happened and how quick a quiet night had turned into something much more wilder, unpredictable. His giggles grew louder causing both Tom and Danny to stare down on him the elder blonde’s features creasing, staring at him, wondering what the hell he was finding so funny.

He didn’t need to ask, the question was answered by the young blonde himself speaking out, his answer causing both Tom and Danny to chuckle.

“I bet Harry hasn’t had this much fun tonight!”

As Dougie spoke Danny and Tom’s gazes locked, smirking knowingly. Harry didn’t know what he was missing!

mcfly, standalone, smut, multiple pairings

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