mcfly-slash ... Happy Birthday
oh my god, simple plan.
i actually forgot about their awesomeness.
camden takeover was the best in history .. probably the only one as well.
three gigs in one day are actually do-able. it's just the day after that's killing.
all in all it was fun though.
and in april they're touring. and i'll see them in glasgow on my birthday!
try to beat that, life. i fucking challenge you!
i'll miss out on the harry-thon though. shame. i wanted to go as a cheerleader and blow doug away.
whatevs, trevs. i do bring a new story as well. happiness all around it seems.
Title: Happy Birthday
Author: me
Rating: NC 17
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Porn, Smut, Boysex … call it whichever
Pairing: PoynterJones
Summary: “It’s not a happy birthday yet.”
Disclaimer: not true *shakes head violently*
Dedication: to the very evil Star star55 who prompted me with ‘Birthday’ and who I hate for this because she said something along the lines of wanting smut and no trace of Pudd. At all.
Author’s note: So, apparently just because I started on the porn, that’s what I have to do now. Great.
And if you want to prompt me, you can do it here.
“God, I really hate you guys sometimes. Was all that really necessary? A simple phone call to my mum would’ve been enough. Now the whole world will think you lot like using me as your slave.” Dougie complained as he wriggled out of the ropes that had him trapped for the last ten minutes or so.
“Well … don’t we?” Harry sniggered.
“Fuck you, straight boy.”
“You wish.”
“Eurgh, I do not!” Dougie already shuddered at the mere thought of it. “I already feel way too involved in your bed-activities because I always have to listen to you and Iz going at it. Ever heard of ‘keeping it down’?”
Their little banter was interrupted by Danny squeezing his body inbetween them, slinging his arms around both his band mates’ shoulders.
“We got your point, Dougs. No more getting tied up for you.”
“I don’t mind being tied up. You of all people should know that. The whole video-for-my-mum-with-me-tied-up-thing was what disturbed me. She won’t let me hear the end of it now.”
“You can always tell her it was our idea.”
Dougie snorted. “Yeah, because she will so believe that. In her eyes I’m the one who corrupted all of you, not the other way round. If only she knew …”
“Are you done complaining now? Because I have another little something for you.” Danny winked seductively.
“Does it involve ropes, tape, a helmet or a camera? If it does, no thank you.”
“None of it, I promise.”
“Fine. Show me then.”
Groaning in mock complaint, Dougie let his boyfriend grab him by the hand and drag him away from the scene, towards their wardrobe.
Upon entering, Dougie’s eyes fell on a birthday cake with twenty burning candles on top. He kept standing in front of the cake on the table, smiling at it fondly when he felt Danny’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Make a wish.” Danny whispered into his ear.
Dougie bent over slightly, took a deep breath and blew out all the candles at once. He then dipped his finger right into the icing of the cake, letting it sink in before he pulled it back out. He brought the finger up and sucked it into his mouth, licking the icing off slowly.
While watching, Danny’s hold on Dougie’s waist grew stronger and he couldn’t help the moan escape him, obviously pleased with the show he got given.
With a smirk, Dougie noticed his boyfriend’s reaction. He turned his head to look at the brunette. “It’s good. Want some?”
Danny nodded and watched as Dougie dipped his finger into the cake once again, scooping a good amount of icing onto it again and raising it up towards his awaiting lips. But just inches before the digit could be taken by Danny’s lips, the short haired male moved his finger to the side, smearing the icing on his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Oops, my bad.” Dougie chuckled. “Here, let me help you.”
Dougie then turned in Danny’s embrace before getting on his toes. He brought his mouth closer to Danny’s skin and then let his tongue dart out to lick away the mess he had made, making Danny groan again.
The icing still in his mouth, Dougie then finally leaned in and pressed his lips to Danny’s, letting his tongue collide with his lover’s immediately.
Sucking on Dougie’s tongue, Danny could taste the icing and that unmistakable taste of his lover. He revelled in the sensation, holding tightly onto his boyfriend’s hips as their kiss seemed to last an eternity.
It was Dougie who brought the kiss to an end, pulling away from Danny slightly, smiling at his lover and subconciously licking his lips, savouring the taste of Danny.
“Happy birthday, Dougs.”
“It’s not a happy birthday yet.” Dougie wriggled his eyebrows.
Before Danny even had the chance to ask what the other male meant, Dougie had brought their lips together again and started to move the both of them towards the sofa in the corner of the room with cautious steps.
When Danny felt the material of the sofa at the back of his legs, he slowly sunk down onto it, taking the younger guy with him, pulling him onto his lap, their kiss never ending.
It was only when Dougie’s hands started fumbling on the hem of Danny’s shirt, that the elder pulled away.
“Dougs, we can’t. What if … Tom and Harry, they need to get changed before the gig. And we have a meet-n-greet in 20 minutes.”
“Harry’s in physio, Tom probably in catering. And as for the meet-n-greet … We’ll just have to be quick, won’t we?”
And no further complaints were allowed, made clear when Dougie pressed his lips onto Danny’s again, his fingers sliding under the material covering Danny’s upper body again. He toyed with the brunette’s nipples and let his crotch grind into Danny’s in a steady rhythm.
Danny pulled his lips away from Dougie’s and brought his fingers to the blonde’s belt buckle, tugging on it in an attempt to open it, get it off … giving him access to the area he wanted to reach. “These trousers … they need to come off.”
“Same as yours.” Dougie panted into his ear.
After much fumbling and shifting, the two men finally managed to get any offending piece of clothing away from their lower halves and the rest of their bodies. Hands were immediately drawn to needing flesh, touching and stroking, while a mixture of pants, moans, names and swear words mixed in the air.
“Danny, I … Oh God …” Dougie dropped his head to let it rest on Danny’s shoulder, trying to collect his thoughts despite the sensations the stroking motions his lover made on his arousal. “You … In me … Now!”
Danny nodded and proceeded to lay the younger male down on the sofa, making one of his legs lay on the backrest, spreading his legs in the process. His hand fell onto the floor, blindly searching for his jeans, knowing that somewhere in his pockets he had a condom. His search was made more difficult when he felt Dougie stoking his dick in rapid motions and at the same time reaching for his other hand. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked two in immediately, swirling his tongue around the digits, covering them with saliva.
It was when Danny had finally located the condom and brought it up to eye-sight, that Dougie released fingers and guided them down towards his entrace. With fire burning in his eyes, he didn’t wait for Danny to do anything and shoved the fingers right into himself, moaning loudly as the tight ring of muscle was breached.
The brunette couldn’t help but look down at his younger lover, taking in the pleasure contorted face as Dougie held tightly onto Danny’s wrist, thrusting the, to a point unfamiliar, hand in and out of him, changing its angle ever so sligthly before he let out another moan, louder than any before and started to move the hand inside him faster and with more force.
All the sounds in his ear and the sensations caused by Dougie’s fingers running up and down his cock brought Danny into a state of mind where he was completely oblivious to everything around him. The building, the whole world even, could have collapsed right at that moment and he wouldn’t have wasted a single thought about it and long as Dougie kept making his noises and continued his movements.
The voice coming from beneath him made Danny snap out of his daydream and he blinked harshly a few times, seeing Dougie look right back up at him. And it was then that he noticed his fingers were set free again, same as his cock.
“Daniel Alan David Jones, if you won’t get inside of me this fucking instant, I’m letting my dog free on your balls!”
Shaking himself out of his revery, Danny didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the piece of rubber onto his already leaking member, positioning himself inbetween his boyfriend’s splayed legs, lining his arousal up with Dougie’s entrance.
He slowly edged forward and let out a throaty groan as he felt the ring of muscle give way a second time. He then felt Dougie shuffle a bit, bringing his own body upwards while reaching behind Danny and pushing his hips down, meeting his own.
In a matter of seconds, Danny was buried deep into his boyfriend and the two locked gazes again. Passion was sparkling between them as Dougie gave a nod and the brunette started to move tentavely.
The tight hot heat surrounding his length was almost enough to tip Danny over the edge. His legs started to wobble so he leaned down, digging his fingers into the armrest behind Dougie’s head while he thrust in and out of his boyfriend, speed increasing by the second.
Dougie’s eyes shot open and he all but screamed his lover’s name in ecstasy as the slight change of position caused Danny’s length to run over his prostate, making him see stars in front of his eyes and fireworks explode in his stomach.
“There, Danny!” he gasped, “Right there … Oh my God … Harder … Go faster … Deeper.”
Danny obeyed, now slamming into the body under his forcefully. He let his eyes move from Dougie’s face, his eyes shut again, mouth open, hair plastered to his forehead, down to where their bodies were joined, seeing himself slide inside and out of his boyfriend’s body. And just as he was about to look back up, look at Dougie’s face again, a hand came into view, wrapping itself around the throbbing cock inbetween them, rubbing it harshly.
“Oh fuck, Dougs.” he groaned, “So close!”
Dougie just nodded, stroking himself harder and harder. “Go harder, Dan!”
A few hard thrusts and Danny felt pleasure taking him over. Tilting his head back, he let out an incoherent shout as he released his load inside the condom, his hips almost shaking in the process but not slowing down. He brought his focus back down, looking back at Dougie, seeing on his lover’s face that he also was approaching his climax. Steadying himself he brought one of his hands down, joining Dougie’s on his cock, stroking fast, the moan that left Dougie’s lips at that music to his ears.
“Shit, Danny … I’m gonna …”
The rest of the sentence was swallowed by Danny as he brought his lips upon Dougie’s again, letting their tongues battle while Dougie too was giving into his climax, coming over their joined hands.
Not being able to hold himself up just one more second, Danny heavily collapsed on Dougie, both sweaty, Dougie’s semen sticky inbetween them, but both too exhausted to care while they tried to control their breaths.
It was only when a heavy knock sounded against the door, that they both slowly proceeded to move, turning their heads towards the door.
“And you tell me to keep it down. I could hear your screams over the whole bloody corridor!” came Harry’s voice, making both men on the sofa grin at each other, “And now hurry, meet-n-greet in five! Dougie’s birthday or not, Fletch will have his head if you’re late.”
Laughing amused, the two got up from the sofa and proceeded to put their clothes back on before quickly fixing their dishevelled hair in front of the mirror.
On the way out, Dougie made a short stop at the table with his birthday cake on again, once more digging his finger into the icing.
“Never thought your wishes come true this fast after blowing out the candles.” he mused and licked the icing off his finger, before taking Danny’s outstretched hand into his and leaving the room.
The End
Comments are appreciated.
i actually forgot about their awesomeness.
camden takeover was the best in history .. probably the only one as well.
three gigs in one day are actually do-able. it's just the day after that's killing.
all in all it was fun though.
and in april they're touring. and i'll see them in glasgow on my birthday!
try to beat that, life. i fucking challenge you!
i'll miss out on the harry-thon though. shame. i wanted to go as a cheerleader and blow doug away.
whatevs, trevs. i do bring a new story as well. happiness all around it seems.
Title: Happy Birthday
Author: me
Rating: NC 17
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Porn, Smut, Boysex … call it whichever
Pairing: PoynterJones
Summary: “It’s not a happy birthday yet.”
Disclaimer: not true *shakes head violently*
Dedication: to the very evil Star star55 who prompted me with ‘Birthday’ and who I hate for this because she said something along the lines of wanting smut and no trace of Pudd. At all.
Author’s note: So, apparently just because I started on the porn, that’s what I have to do now. Great.
And if you want to prompt me, you can do it here.
“God, I really hate you guys sometimes. Was all that really necessary? A simple phone call to my mum would’ve been enough. Now the whole world will think you lot like using me as your slave.” Dougie complained as he wriggled out of the ropes that had him trapped for the last ten minutes or so.
“Well … don’t we?” Harry sniggered.
“Fuck you, straight boy.”
“You wish.”
“Eurgh, I do not!” Dougie already shuddered at the mere thought of it. “I already feel way too involved in your bed-activities because I always have to listen to you and Iz going at it. Ever heard of ‘keeping it down’?”
Their little banter was interrupted by Danny squeezing his body inbetween them, slinging his arms around both his band mates’ shoulders.
“We got your point, Dougs. No more getting tied up for you.”
“I don’t mind being tied up. You of all people should know that. The whole video-for-my-mum-with-me-tied-up-thing was what disturbed me. She won’t let me hear the end of it now.”
“You can always tell her it was our idea.”
Dougie snorted. “Yeah, because she will so believe that. In her eyes I’m the one who corrupted all of you, not the other way round. If only she knew …”
“Are you done complaining now? Because I have another little something for you.” Danny winked seductively.
“Does it involve ropes, tape, a helmet or a camera? If it does, no thank you.”
“None of it, I promise.”
“Fine. Show me then.”
Groaning in mock complaint, Dougie let his boyfriend grab him by the hand and drag him away from the scene, towards their wardrobe.
Upon entering, Dougie’s eyes fell on a birthday cake with twenty burning candles on top. He kept standing in front of the cake on the table, smiling at it fondly when he felt Danny’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Make a wish.” Danny whispered into his ear.
Dougie bent over slightly, took a deep breath and blew out all the candles at once. He then dipped his finger right into the icing of the cake, letting it sink in before he pulled it back out. He brought the finger up and sucked it into his mouth, licking the icing off slowly.
While watching, Danny’s hold on Dougie’s waist grew stronger and he couldn’t help the moan escape him, obviously pleased with the show he got given.
With a smirk, Dougie noticed his boyfriend’s reaction. He turned his head to look at the brunette. “It’s good. Want some?”
Danny nodded and watched as Dougie dipped his finger into the cake once again, scooping a good amount of icing onto it again and raising it up towards his awaiting lips. But just inches before the digit could be taken by Danny’s lips, the short haired male moved his finger to the side, smearing the icing on his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Oops, my bad.” Dougie chuckled. “Here, let me help you.”
Dougie then turned in Danny’s embrace before getting on his toes. He brought his mouth closer to Danny’s skin and then let his tongue dart out to lick away the mess he had made, making Danny groan again.
The icing still in his mouth, Dougie then finally leaned in and pressed his lips to Danny’s, letting his tongue collide with his lover’s immediately.
Sucking on Dougie’s tongue, Danny could taste the icing and that unmistakable taste of his lover. He revelled in the sensation, holding tightly onto his boyfriend’s hips as their kiss seemed to last an eternity.
It was Dougie who brought the kiss to an end, pulling away from Danny slightly, smiling at his lover and subconciously licking his lips, savouring the taste of Danny.
“Happy birthday, Dougs.”
“It’s not a happy birthday yet.” Dougie wriggled his eyebrows.
Before Danny even had the chance to ask what the other male meant, Dougie had brought their lips together again and started to move the both of them towards the sofa in the corner of the room with cautious steps.
When Danny felt the material of the sofa at the back of his legs, he slowly sunk down onto it, taking the younger guy with him, pulling him onto his lap, their kiss never ending.
It was only when Dougie’s hands started fumbling on the hem of Danny’s shirt, that the elder pulled away.
“Dougs, we can’t. What if … Tom and Harry, they need to get changed before the gig. And we have a meet-n-greet in 20 minutes.”
“Harry’s in physio, Tom probably in catering. And as for the meet-n-greet … We’ll just have to be quick, won’t we?”
And no further complaints were allowed, made clear when Dougie pressed his lips onto Danny’s again, his fingers sliding under the material covering Danny’s upper body again. He toyed with the brunette’s nipples and let his crotch grind into Danny’s in a steady rhythm.
Danny pulled his lips away from Dougie’s and brought his fingers to the blonde’s belt buckle, tugging on it in an attempt to open it, get it off … giving him access to the area he wanted to reach. “These trousers … they need to come off.”
“Same as yours.” Dougie panted into his ear.
After much fumbling and shifting, the two men finally managed to get any offending piece of clothing away from their lower halves and the rest of their bodies. Hands were immediately drawn to needing flesh, touching and stroking, while a mixture of pants, moans, names and swear words mixed in the air.
“Danny, I … Oh God …” Dougie dropped his head to let it rest on Danny’s shoulder, trying to collect his thoughts despite the sensations the stroking motions his lover made on his arousal. “You … In me … Now!”
Danny nodded and proceeded to lay the younger male down on the sofa, making one of his legs lay on the backrest, spreading his legs in the process. His hand fell onto the floor, blindly searching for his jeans, knowing that somewhere in his pockets he had a condom. His search was made more difficult when he felt Dougie stoking his dick in rapid motions and at the same time reaching for his other hand. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked two in immediately, swirling his tongue around the digits, covering them with saliva.
It was when Danny had finally located the condom and brought it up to eye-sight, that Dougie released fingers and guided them down towards his entrace. With fire burning in his eyes, he didn’t wait for Danny to do anything and shoved the fingers right into himself, moaning loudly as the tight ring of muscle was breached.
The brunette couldn’t help but look down at his younger lover, taking in the pleasure contorted face as Dougie held tightly onto Danny’s wrist, thrusting the, to a point unfamiliar, hand in and out of him, changing its angle ever so sligthly before he let out another moan, louder than any before and started to move the hand inside him faster and with more force.
All the sounds in his ear and the sensations caused by Dougie’s fingers running up and down his cock brought Danny into a state of mind where he was completely oblivious to everything around him. The building, the whole world even, could have collapsed right at that moment and he wouldn’t have wasted a single thought about it and long as Dougie kept making his noises and continued his movements.
The voice coming from beneath him made Danny snap out of his daydream and he blinked harshly a few times, seeing Dougie look right back up at him. And it was then that he noticed his fingers were set free again, same as his cock.
“Daniel Alan David Jones, if you won’t get inside of me this fucking instant, I’m letting my dog free on your balls!”
Shaking himself out of his revery, Danny didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the piece of rubber onto his already leaking member, positioning himself inbetween his boyfriend’s splayed legs, lining his arousal up with Dougie’s entrance.
He slowly edged forward and let out a throaty groan as he felt the ring of muscle give way a second time. He then felt Dougie shuffle a bit, bringing his own body upwards while reaching behind Danny and pushing his hips down, meeting his own.
In a matter of seconds, Danny was buried deep into his boyfriend and the two locked gazes again. Passion was sparkling between them as Dougie gave a nod and the brunette started to move tentavely.
The tight hot heat surrounding his length was almost enough to tip Danny over the edge. His legs started to wobble so he leaned down, digging his fingers into the armrest behind Dougie’s head while he thrust in and out of his boyfriend, speed increasing by the second.
Dougie’s eyes shot open and he all but screamed his lover’s name in ecstasy as the slight change of position caused Danny’s length to run over his prostate, making him see stars in front of his eyes and fireworks explode in his stomach.
“There, Danny!” he gasped, “Right there … Oh my God … Harder … Go faster … Deeper.”
Danny obeyed, now slamming into the body under his forcefully. He let his eyes move from Dougie’s face, his eyes shut again, mouth open, hair plastered to his forehead, down to where their bodies were joined, seeing himself slide inside and out of his boyfriend’s body. And just as he was about to look back up, look at Dougie’s face again, a hand came into view, wrapping itself around the throbbing cock inbetween them, rubbing it harshly.
“Oh fuck, Dougs.” he groaned, “So close!”
Dougie just nodded, stroking himself harder and harder. “Go harder, Dan!”
A few hard thrusts and Danny felt pleasure taking him over. Tilting his head back, he let out an incoherent shout as he released his load inside the condom, his hips almost shaking in the process but not slowing down. He brought his focus back down, looking back at Dougie, seeing on his lover’s face that he also was approaching his climax. Steadying himself he brought one of his hands down, joining Dougie’s on his cock, stroking fast, the moan that left Dougie’s lips at that music to his ears.
“Shit, Danny … I’m gonna …”
The rest of the sentence was swallowed by Danny as he brought his lips upon Dougie’s again, letting their tongues battle while Dougie too was giving into his climax, coming over their joined hands.
Not being able to hold himself up just one more second, Danny heavily collapsed on Dougie, both sweaty, Dougie’s semen sticky inbetween them, but both too exhausted to care while they tried to control their breaths.
It was only when a heavy knock sounded against the door, that they both slowly proceeded to move, turning their heads towards the door.
“And you tell me to keep it down. I could hear your screams over the whole bloody corridor!” came Harry’s voice, making both men on the sofa grin at each other, “And now hurry, meet-n-greet in five! Dougie’s birthday or not, Fletch will have his head if you’re late.”
Laughing amused, the two got up from the sofa and proceeded to put their clothes back on before quickly fixing their dishevelled hair in front of the mirror.
On the way out, Dougie made a short stop at the table with his birthday cake on again, once more digging his finger into the icing.
“Never thought your wishes come true this fast after blowing out the candles.” he mused and licked the icing off his finger, before taking Danny’s outstretched hand into his and leaving the room.
The End
Comments are appreciated.