I'm not a superhero
Title: I'm not a superhero
Author: littlesumo
Rating: R
Pairing: JuddJones
Disclaimer: This is fiction; although I wish it was true, it isn't (probably *g*).
A/N: This is totally not betaed, as I've only decided a few hours ago that there are not enough entries for the challenge (that was before I saw the two new entries) and I did actually manage to finish this before midnight. :)
Tom is the first to notice (of course; geek that he is) and Danny is quite glad. Because Tom has a quick and plausible answer for something he couldn't make sense of, find an explanation for, for the longest time.
Dougie is the one that benefits from it the most. Because how couldn't he dampen Dougie's senses for example when Harry tickles him (which he knows annoys Harry to no end) - or heighten them, to get back at Dougie for something?
Harry is the most intrigued by it. Danny can tell from the way he's always watching him.
And then, then he gets an actual letter. From some kind of institution dealing with people like him. He feels a bit too much Harry Potter for his own comfort, then. They want him to come in and register, his name, his abilities, get tested (for what, he has no idea), get some kind of introduction on the dos and don'ts.
He's a bit unnerved, because he gets enough attention for being in a band, thank you very much, but then he reads the paragraph on how this is all a secret thing. (He wonders what they'll have to say about the others knowing already)
He feels a bit afraid too, because it's something the others cannot help him with (even though Tom assures him they'll always be there for him). Harry offers to go to the office with him and that reassures Danny a bit.
And it's as stressful as he thought it'd be. They record his name and stuff first, then measure him. Afterwards he has to show them what he can do, in various degrees and they try to push him to his limit. He's visibly shaking afterwards, after they have as good as beaten up one of the volunteers, who of course didn't feel anything at the moment ("It doesn't mean he won't feel it afterwards." "That's our concern. Please continue, Mr Jones."), after he has to heighten the sensation of the simplest of touches. And can he dampen or heighten other senses too? He can't but he thinks what really tires him out is when they make him try if his power works on himself too. If he can make it work on himself. That he cannot either and he's glad when Harry gives him a hug afterwards, pokes him in the side when he's almost falling asleep during the most boring presentation ever.
They explain what exactly they are here for, what the people working here do, when and how to contact them; and Danny, he's not remotely interested in any of that. He doesn't need it either, he has his band, and it's not as if he was like one of the others, like that guy who can read the mind of people by touching them for example (and who gave Harry a raised eyebrow and really strange look when he demonstrated it on him) or the boy who can set things on fire by touching them.
It's almost evening when they get handed a sheet of paper, summarising the most important info.
Then they finally go home and Harry drives, because Danny feels too exhausted, and he looks at him at every red light, to the point that Danny thinks he's grown a second head during the day (that one girl had looked a bit suspicious).
He realises where they're going only when they are already in front of Harry's house.
"Come inside, have a drink? You look like you need it."
And who's Danny to decline an offer like that? So he sits on Harry's couch a moment later, beer in hand.
"Can you really not do it on yourself? To be honest, you didn't look like you were trying really hard." That's a bit out of the blue really, but it's Harry, never beating 'round the bush.
"Believe me, I tried." Danny lets his head loll back onto the back of the couch and halfway closes his eyes, so he doesn't see when Harry brings a hand to his arm, but he can feel it, when he touches him, almost, finger only getting in contact with the tiny hairs there.
"Wouldn't it be awesome to feel yourself what you can do to others? Make the tiniest touch so much more?" Harry breathes lightly on his ear and Danny doesn't really know what he's trying to do.
"Harry?"
"Try again. Try harder. I won't touch you properly until you try again." His mouth is hovering over Danny's now, but isn't touching, and yeah, it's frustrating. Very.
"Harry." He can only stupidly repeat himself, a bit more pleading than before though, maybe. And he'd thought they were over each other (if there ever was anything to get over), four years ago. But yes, he wants Harry's hand on himself and although he's never really thought about using it in a sexual way on someone else, it indeed would be awesome if he could heighten his own senses.
"Try it."
Harry opens his shirt, moving a finger over Danny's torso, only just not touching, breathing on his neck now.
And Danny tries, concentrates, and he feels that familiar glow, but nothing else and he tries harder and Harry bites down on his collarbone.
Which makes Danny moan unexpectedly.
"Wrong person." Harry sounds a bit breathless and Danny realises he has one hand under Harry's shirt, one in the waistband of his jeans. And he wonders why he should make the effort when this already feels so damn amazing.
"Danny." Strained now. And Danny lets the glow die down, before he rekindles it, not trying to direct it anywhere yet.
"I... dunno how."
"How do you usually do it? On us?"
"Mostly I..." How does he do it? He normally doesn't think about it. "I focus on a body part that I want affected, then just let it loose, if I want it all over."
"Focus on your nipples then."
Danny gasps a little at these words, and tries to focus, nods almost imperceptibly and Harry licks his nipple. Actually licks it and Danny arches off the couch, stars exploding behind his eyes, moaning. In some corner of his fuddled brain he's amazed at himself, that he hasn't come on the spot, because that felt too... Felt so much.
"Hold onto it." Harry's voice is almost commanding, his fingers on the fly of his jeans, and it turns Danny on more than it should.
Before long Harry has Danny's cock in his hand and thinking gets more difficult by the second and he's breathing so hard and moaning so loudly. He can feel Harry's erection against his hip and he's rubbing it against him too, but Danny's really not in any fit state to help out. He's losing control, this is getting out of his hands.
"Harry... Haz... coming... soon. Very soon... just too much..."
And then Harry's moaning with abandon himself and Danny thinks he's done it, lost it, put it on Harry, but he can still feel it himself and... and... Oh!
He must have lost consciousness for a moment or something, because when he comes to, he's zipped up again, Harry lying by his side, grin on his face.
"I knew you could do it."
"Yeah... Wow, that was intense."
"I guess we'll have to practise this a bit though. I'd like to get further than a handjob, out of my clothes, at some point."
Harry wants to practise. Danny grins widely.
* * *
A week later, Danny receives a letter that he's now officially registered and accepted into their elitist circles.
Tom makes him a badge, Dougie offers to buy him a cape, Danny flips both off, and Harry just kisses him.
Author: littlesumo
Rating: R
Pairing: JuddJones
Disclaimer: This is fiction; although I wish it was true, it isn't (probably *g*).
A/N: This is totally not betaed, as I've only decided a few hours ago that there are not enough entries for the challenge (that was before I saw the two new entries) and I did actually manage to finish this before midnight. :)
Tom is the first to notice (of course; geek that he is) and Danny is quite glad. Because Tom has a quick and plausible answer for something he couldn't make sense of, find an explanation for, for the longest time.
Dougie is the one that benefits from it the most. Because how couldn't he dampen Dougie's senses for example when Harry tickles him (which he knows annoys Harry to no end) - or heighten them, to get back at Dougie for something?
Harry is the most intrigued by it. Danny can tell from the way he's always watching him.
And then, then he gets an actual letter. From some kind of institution dealing with people like him. He feels a bit too much Harry Potter for his own comfort, then. They want him to come in and register, his name, his abilities, get tested (for what, he has no idea), get some kind of introduction on the dos and don'ts.
He's a bit unnerved, because he gets enough attention for being in a band, thank you very much, but then he reads the paragraph on how this is all a secret thing. (He wonders what they'll have to say about the others knowing already)
He feels a bit afraid too, because it's something the others cannot help him with (even though Tom assures him they'll always be there for him). Harry offers to go to the office with him and that reassures Danny a bit.
And it's as stressful as he thought it'd be. They record his name and stuff first, then measure him. Afterwards he has to show them what he can do, in various degrees and they try to push him to his limit. He's visibly shaking afterwards, after they have as good as beaten up one of the volunteers, who of course didn't feel anything at the moment ("It doesn't mean he won't feel it afterwards." "That's our concern. Please continue, Mr Jones."), after he has to heighten the sensation of the simplest of touches. And can he dampen or heighten other senses too? He can't but he thinks what really tires him out is when they make him try if his power works on himself too. If he can make it work on himself. That he cannot either and he's glad when Harry gives him a hug afterwards, pokes him in the side when he's almost falling asleep during the most boring presentation ever.
They explain what exactly they are here for, what the people working here do, when and how to contact them; and Danny, he's not remotely interested in any of that. He doesn't need it either, he has his band, and it's not as if he was like one of the others, like that guy who can read the mind of people by touching them for example (and who gave Harry a raised eyebrow and really strange look when he demonstrated it on him) or the boy who can set things on fire by touching them.
It's almost evening when they get handed a sheet of paper, summarising the most important info.
Then they finally go home and Harry drives, because Danny feels too exhausted, and he looks at him at every red light, to the point that Danny thinks he's grown a second head during the day (that one girl had looked a bit suspicious).
He realises where they're going only when they are already in front of Harry's house.
"Come inside, have a drink? You look like you need it."
And who's Danny to decline an offer like that? So he sits on Harry's couch a moment later, beer in hand.
"Can you really not do it on yourself? To be honest, you didn't look like you were trying really hard." That's a bit out of the blue really, but it's Harry, never beating 'round the bush.
"Believe me, I tried." Danny lets his head loll back onto the back of the couch and halfway closes his eyes, so he doesn't see when Harry brings a hand to his arm, but he can feel it, when he touches him, almost, finger only getting in contact with the tiny hairs there.
"Wouldn't it be awesome to feel yourself what you can do to others? Make the tiniest touch so much more?" Harry breathes lightly on his ear and Danny doesn't really know what he's trying to do.
"Harry?"
"Try again. Try harder. I won't touch you properly until you try again." His mouth is hovering over Danny's now, but isn't touching, and yeah, it's frustrating. Very.
"Harry." He can only stupidly repeat himself, a bit more pleading than before though, maybe. And he'd thought they were over each other (if there ever was anything to get over), four years ago. But yes, he wants Harry's hand on himself and although he's never really thought about using it in a sexual way on someone else, it indeed would be awesome if he could heighten his own senses.
"Try it."
Harry opens his shirt, moving a finger over Danny's torso, only just not touching, breathing on his neck now.
And Danny tries, concentrates, and he feels that familiar glow, but nothing else and he tries harder and Harry bites down on his collarbone.
Which makes Danny moan unexpectedly.
"Wrong person." Harry sounds a bit breathless and Danny realises he has one hand under Harry's shirt, one in the waistband of his jeans. And he wonders why he should make the effort when this already feels so damn amazing.
"Danny." Strained now. And Danny lets the glow die down, before he rekindles it, not trying to direct it anywhere yet.
"I... dunno how."
"How do you usually do it? On us?"
"Mostly I..." How does he do it? He normally doesn't think about it. "I focus on a body part that I want affected, then just let it loose, if I want it all over."
"Focus on your nipples then."
Danny gasps a little at these words, and tries to focus, nods almost imperceptibly and Harry licks his nipple. Actually licks it and Danny arches off the couch, stars exploding behind his eyes, moaning. In some corner of his fuddled brain he's amazed at himself, that he hasn't come on the spot, because that felt too... Felt so much.
"Hold onto it." Harry's voice is almost commanding, his fingers on the fly of his jeans, and it turns Danny on more than it should.
Before long Harry has Danny's cock in his hand and thinking gets more difficult by the second and he's breathing so hard and moaning so loudly. He can feel Harry's erection against his hip and he's rubbing it against him too, but Danny's really not in any fit state to help out. He's losing control, this is getting out of his hands.
"Harry... Haz... coming... soon. Very soon... just too much..."
And then Harry's moaning with abandon himself and Danny thinks he's done it, lost it, put it on Harry, but he can still feel it himself and... and... Oh!
He must have lost consciousness for a moment or something, because when he comes to, he's zipped up again, Harry lying by his side, grin on his face.
"I knew you could do it."
"Yeah... Wow, that was intense."
"I guess we'll have to practise this a bit though. I'd like to get further than a handjob, out of my clothes, at some point."
Harry wants to practise. Danny grins widely.
* * *
A week later, Danny receives a letter that he's now officially registered and accepted into their elitist circles.
Tom makes him a badge, Dougie offers to buy him a cape, Danny flips both off, and Harry just kisses him.