mcfly-slash ... Exposed
eeeeeeeee .. i have a ticket to see doug!
august 16th, grantham, i'm there!
latest obsession = german idol.
there is this guy and he has this orgasmic voice and .. no good.
must distract myself.
story anyone?
Title: Exposed
Author: me
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Porn
Pairing: JuddJones
Summary: Those two inches of exposed skin between the top of his shorts and the bottom of his t-shirt …
Word count: 3,996
Disclaimer: not true … I think
Dedication: to Star star55 who prompted me with ‘Exposed’ and wanted me to write some Junes. Et voilà!
And if you feel like prompting me, choose something here.
Author’s note: So, yet another boysex-story from me. I’m slowly getting a hang of it, I think. And this is also my first Junes everrrr!
Being in a band can be a really dangerous thing. Especially when you’re a guy in your 20s, which means that you’re basically constantly horny. And when you also happen to be in a band with just guys, it’s not funny either, even when those guys are your best friends. Because ‘best friends’ means no boundaries. ‘Best friends’ means that there are no qualms about getting naked in front of each other and that sort of stuff. And when you’re in that kind of state in that of kind band and you’re gay and have a rather inapropriate crush on your very hot drummer … Let’s face it, in that case you are downright fucked. Not literally, though - unfortunately.
So yeah, welcome to my life then.
At first everything was fine. First there was just Tom and me. Was all fine in my book. Tom is straighter than a ruler. Plus, not really my type anyway. But you can’t have a band with just two guitarrists so that’s why we had to find people for drums and bass.
Finding a bass player was fine. Dougie was the best and despite him being the weirdest individual on this planet, he’s a great guy. Has no idea about football, chatting up someone - guy or girl, no matter - makes him shit himself in fear and he’s the biggest leightweight I ever came across but honestly, I wouldn’t swap the friendship with him for anything in the world.
The drummer, he is the problem. I didn’t really like Harry at first. I didn’t get his sense of humour, could never tell when he was being honest about something or when he used his bloody sarcasm once again. But the problem was that he was good on drums and he instantly had clicked with Tom and Dougie. So there was no choice really, we had to take him in.
With time I got to know Harry better. And with knowing him, I started liking him. I started to understand his jokes and I could tell when he used his sarcasm. Plus, he really is like the sun - the longer he’s there, the hotter he gets. It really is unfair. He had a mullet, for the love of god. A mullet is the least sexy thing ever but he made it sexy. But then he started experimenting with his hair. Longer, shorter, dyed, not dyed - he did it all and every style looked even better than the one before. He also started working out and got into his running-thing and became really toned in the process. Not good, not good at all. I won’t dare to imagine what he looks like in a few years to come.
I mean, we’ve all grown up, all our looks changed, but I can safely say that Harry is the only one of us who turned into this god-like figure. And that is fucking pissing me off. How am I supposed to keep my thoughts and hormones under control with someone like Harry Judd being constantly around me, oozing his sex-appeal and being absolutely fuck-able all the damn time?
I tried to distance myself from Harry for a bit. First there was Christmas and New Years so we didn’t see much of each other anyway. Then we went to Australia and me and Tom got really into the whole recording-thing while Harry and Doug did god knows what. And Harry was always training for that marathon as well. Some days I only saw him for breakfast and dinner and inbetween that he was plain and simply lost.
I did miss him, don’t get me wrong. It was weird to be at the same place as him and yet, I barely got to see him. But at the same time it was nice to just play music with Tom without trying to think of old women in bikinis just to not get a boner at the mere sight of Harry.
But of course Harry was catching on. I don’t know if Tom said anything to him or if him and Doug just got bored but these days they are around a whole lot more. And it starts to be unfair again.
You know, when you’ve not seen someone for a while and then you see them again, you start to notice every little change they’ve been through? It was like that for me when I really looked at Harry again. He was suddenly really tanned and thanks to his constant running up and down the beach, his legs had gotten really muscular, nevermind the rest of his body. And you better not get me started on that arse of his. I think ‘firm’ doesn’t even come close.
And just earlier that firm arse with the rest of the awesomely sexy Harry Judd decided to saunter into the room, eyes immediately settling on me spread out on the sofa in front of the big television we have in that house we have rented for the time being Down Under.
“Hey Dan, what you doing? Where’re the others?”
I shrugged. “Think they went to eat or summat. No idea really.”
Harry nodded, plonking down onto the sofa, right across my legs, I might add. He stared at the telly for a bit until he huffed.
“This is so boring.”
“What is?”
“Everything. It’s a nice day out, we shouldn’t waste it sitting in here.”
“What you wanna do then?”
“We could go swimming or surfing.”
Oh no. No, no, no, and have I mentioned, no! That was so not a good idea. Because going swimming meant a tanned Harry in his low-slung trunks, water dripping from that sexy body of his. And if I saw that in my current state, even thinking about hords of old women in bikinis couldn’t help me. Nevermind seeing Harry in a skin-tight wetsuit.
“Nah, don’t feel like it. But you go if you like.”
“I’m not going alone. Come on, don’t be a spoilsport. I thought you enjoyed the surfing last time.”
“I did. I just don’t fancy all that salty water entering my body through my eyes, ears and mouth today.”
“Pleeeeeeeeease Dan. I don’t wanna wait hours until Doug gets back.”
I groaned, looking back at him. “You won’t shut up until I agree to go with you, will you?”
He smiled triumphantly. “Nope. Come on, I put my surfboard on top of the wardrobe in my room, you need to help me get it down.”
Reluctantly, I raised from the sofa and followed Harry into his room. Entering, I was a bit surprised. His room was quite a mess, what with several t-shirts thrown about and all. His room has never been so messy before.
Harry smiled at me. “Doug’s doing. He can’t be arsed with his laundry so he borrows my stuff.” he explained, “Help me with the board?” He pointed to his wardrobe. I could see the pointy end of the surfboard poking out on the edge.
I stretched and got on my tip-toes until I had a slight grip on the board and then looked over at Harry, doing the same at the other end of the board, checking if he was ready to lift the thing down. And right then I was doomed.
Thanks to his stretching, Harry’s t-shirt had moved up a couple of inches and gave me a nice view of that bit of stomach that was now exposed right between the top of his shorts, his underwear poking out over their waistband, and the bottom of his t-shirt. It was maybe two inches but that little bit of skin was enough. My mouth was watering and I couldn’t tear my eyes away to save my life. And before I knew it, it happened.
Harry had moved the board on his side but I was too paralysed to do anything so I lost grip on the board and it fell down on my side, its end hitting me right on the head, bringing me out of my pleasant daze.
“Ow! Fuck!”
I pulled my hand back to rub my head which wasn’t the best idea either because the damn board now fell all the way down and right onto my foot.
“Fuck’s sake, what’s it with that damn thing?” I cursed.
“Shit! Dan, you okay?” Harry placed the board on the floor and rushed over to me.
“My foot hurts. Not as much as me head though. Ow.”
“Sit down. I’ll check if you’re bleeding.”
He guided me over to the bed, shoving Doug’s - or his - t-shirts down onto the floor so I could sit down on the sheets. I sat down on the bed and he stood right in front of me, his hands brushing aside the hair around the spot where the surfboard had attacked me.
“I can’t see blood.” He touched a certain spot and I winced. “You’ll probably get a little bump there, though. But don’t worry, I think you’ll survive.”
I nodded.
“I suppose now you really don’t wanna go surfing anymore?”
“Good guess.”
“Shame. But whatever. I’ll go tomorrow with Doug.” He then left his spot in front of me and fell down onto his bed next to me, his legs dangling down by my side. “It’s still boring though.”
He raised his arms and folded them behind his head and there they were again. Those two inches of exposed skin between the top of his shorts and the bottom of his t-shirt. Harry was looking out of the window and therefore couldn’t see me taking in every millimeter of that piece of skin right there, right in front of me, close enough to touch.
And before I could even think about my actions, I did just that. Almost automatically, my fingers reached out and their tips tentavely touched Harry’s skin, stroking along a few centimetres as well.
I felt Harry wince under my touch but I was too mesmerised to move my hand away. His skin was so soft under my fingertips and even though I barely touched him, I felt his stomach muscles twitch.
“Danny?” he asked cautiously, “What you’re doing?”
At the sound of his voice I snapped out of my trance. I quickly pulled my hand away, staring down at my fingers as if it wasn’t even my own but a stranger’s hand attached to my own arm.
“I … I better get going … Y’know … back to the telly I think.” I stuttered and made to get up.
Harry then grabbed for me though, holding me firmly by the wrist. He sat back up and looked me dead in the eye and I swear, the look in his eyes made me turn to a puddle of Danny there and then. If it were possible to turn into water, he would have had a wet patch on his floor.
“Don’t go.” he simply said, his voice suddenly filled with … was that lust? “Touch me again.”
I was paralysed again. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even blink I think. Harry hadn’t just asked me with a lust-filled voice to touch him again. Or had he?
Harry must have sensed my hesistance because he took the lead then. Still holding me by the wrist, he guided my hand towards his body, gently pushing it back under his t-shirt. I felt his skin under my fingertips again and swallowed as a jolt of electricity shot right through my whole body. Harry then let go of my hand and brought his hand back up from under the t-shirt. He snaked his arm around my neck and pulled my face closer to his. Shortly before our lips touched, he moved his lips to the side though, breathing down on my neck before moving up to my ear.
“Move your fingers, Danny.” he breathed into my ear.
Swallowing again, I did as he said and slowly curled my fingers, that simple action making his breathing quicker. He was obviously enjoying it so I straightened my fingers again, tracing them in slow movements along his skin which made him moan right into my ear.
Harry then pulled his face away from my ear and was looking at me again. We got lost in each other’s eyes for a moment before he leaned in and properly kissed me on the lips. His lips first just moved against mine until we both seemed to have the same idea at the same time and simultaneously opened out mouths, our tongues immediately meeting inbetween our lips.
My fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his stomach and his hand still on the back of my neck, Harry sunk back down onto the mattress, pulling me with him in the process. Once he was laying on his back, me hovering above him, Harry let go of my neck and his hands moved to my sides, tugging my t-shirt upwards. Our lips parted only long enough for him to pull the t-shirt over my hand and discard it to the side and once the cloth was removed, Harry’s hands began their journey over my back, my chest and my stomach, each touch sending shivers up and down my spine.
Growing more confident with each second, I in turn moved my hand under his t-shirt up until I reached a nipple. I rubbed it between my fingers, feeling it harden under my touch while Harry needily moaned into our heated kiss.
I pulled away, breathing heavily and looked down at him, seeing his eyes clouded with lust and want. “It’s not fair.” I panted, “I’m here topless and you’re still wearing all your clothes. Must change that.”
Without hesistance, I ripped off his t-shirt and while I was diving for his lips again and my hands tried to touch every bit of now overly exposed skin at once, Harry was already fumbling with my belt buckle, getting it open in a speed that was quite impressive. He definitely wasn’t new at this. I suppose that was Dougie’s doing as well.
I couldn’t put further thinking into that idea as Harry shoved his hand right into my boxers and grabbed for my hard on, making me almost bite down on his tongue in surprise. I pulled away and let a groan escape me as Harry’s hand stroked up and down my length in just the perfect speed. If he went on like this, the whole thing would be over before it even began and that really was the last thing I wanted.
Swallowing hard, trying to not give into the sensation, I tried to speak. “Harry … Harry … stop.”
“Don’t think I can, Dan.” he panted, pulling me back down, nibbling on my earlobe, “Feels too good to finally be able to touch you.”
I chuckled, the air I released in the process making Harry moan again. “If you won’t stop, I’ll come in about 30 seconds.”
“Can’t see anything wrong in that.”
I shook my head, moving my lips right to Harry’s ear to whisper, “I don’t wanna come unless I can come inside you.”
That seemed to do the trick because almost instantly, Harry pulled his hand away and pulled my trousers and boxers all the way down my legs, leaving it to me to shake them off, while he wriggled out of the rest of his clothes as well.
With no more barriers inbetween us now, I wanted to take my sweet time to explore Harry’s body further. I had been dreaming about seeing him like this, exposed to his fullest, for longer than I can remember and now that it had happened, now that I had him exposed underneath me, I didn’t want it all to end. I sat up, straddling him and let my fingers run up and down his torso and arms, creating a mental map of all the dips and curves of his body. I let my hands travel down his body until I reached his hard on and I couldn’t resist. I losely fisted it and stroked up and down, seeing Harry squirm under me, his eyes closed in pleasure, mouth agape, moans leaving him at every breath.
“Stop teasing Danny, just … please …” He trailed off, moaning even louder as I cupped his balls in my hand.
“Please what, Harry? Tell me what you want me to do.” I asked him boldly. Moving to stroke his length again, I leaned back down, whispering into his ear again. “Do you want me to suck you off, Harry, make you come in my mouth, licking you clean? Or do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to pound you into the mattress, hard and fast, me buried deep inside you?”
My dirty talking apparently had an effect on Harry. I could feel him get even harder in my hand and the air was filled with low throaty moans, all coming from him, while he couldn’t stop writhing underneath me.
“What do you want me to do, Harry? Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“Fuck me, Danny.” he gasped out, “I want you to fuck me. Please!”
I nodded. “D’you have … you know.”
“Drawer.” Harry pointed to the side, to his bedside table.
I sat up again and pulled open the drawer, immediately finding a tube of lube and a packet of condoms, both obviously being opened before.
“You’re definitely not new to this.” I voiced my thoughts, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow, “Doug?”
“Just a bit of fun. Was his idea.”
I shrugged. Honestly, at that moment I couldn’t care less if Harry was fucking Dougie on the side. He could’ve been with the whole population of Australia, for all I cared. He was with me now and that was all that mattered to me.
Deeply kissing Harry again, I popped open the lube and blindly spread a good amount of it over my fingers, moving first just one to his entrance, breaching the ring of muscle for a first time. Hissing in pain, Harry squeezed his eyes shut before taking a few deep breaths. With a simple nod of his head he urged me on to add another finger, reaching down to stroke his cock to distract himself from the pain.
Three fingers in and Harry suddenly arched his back, letting a short shout of my name leave his lips in ecstasy. Aiming for the same spot again, I thrust my fingers in, seeing Harry’s face contort in pleasure.
Being sure Harry was ready for what was about to come, I reached for the packet of condoms, getting one out without looking away from Harry’s face. I didn’t want to miss just a tiny second of him being so deeply lost in the sensations he was obviously going through. He had other ideas though. He took the still wrapped condom out of my hand, opened the foil and rolled the rubber down my length, smirking when a few obscenities left my lips as his remarkably skilled fingers moved down my shaft. He then reached for the lube and his eyes never left my own when he coated my erection generously with the clear substance.
Mustering up the very last ounce of will power in my body I then sat up slightly, wrapping Harry’s legs around my hips and guided my cock towards his entrance. Looking into his eyes again and seeing nothing but want and need and, most importantly, approval, I took a deep breath in and while releasing it, I entered him in one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck!” Harry screamed out, panting heavily now, his eyes squeezed shut again.
I stopped any movement and just stayed still inside him, watching him try to control his ragged breathing. He shifted about a bit and then looked up at me again.
“Okay.” he said, giving me the best reassuring smile he could come up with.
Supporting my weight on my hands on either side of his head, I slowly started to move. I could feel myself slide in and out of him and that feeling alone almost made me see stars. Feeling my cock enter and leave the tight hot heat of Harry was a million times better than I ever could have imagined.
“Go … oh god … fuck me harder, Danny!”
I didn’t need to be told twice. While Harry’s legs wrapped tighter around my waist, trying to pull me into him deeper, I picked up speed with every thrust until I was literally pounding into him, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall with every move. My arms started wobbling so I leaned down on my forearms. The slight change of position made me enter Harry at a different angle and suddenly he screamed out my name in sheer ecstasy again.
“There … right there, Danny! Oh god … fuck!”
Smiling to myself, I continued my thrusting into him, hitting his sweet spot dead on with every move. With hasty movements Harry grabbed his own cock again, starting to rub it hard along to my movements inside of him. His eyes rolled almost into the back of his head and his mouth was open in an o-shape. His breathing was heavy and beads of sweat ran down his face. He had never looked more perfect than in that very moment and I almost came from just looking at him.
“So … so close, Harry.” I whimpered out and leant down to kiss him again, my tongue mingling with his immediately.
Suddenly Harry pulled away and his face contorted in pleasure again. He let out a long groan of my name again and when I looked down at where his hand was wrapped around his cock I could see his fingers coated in a white sticky substance. I looked back up at Harry’s face, not wanting to miss any of his expressions while he rode out his orgasm, me still moving fast inside him.
Seeing that I was literally on the edge of orgasm, Harry then brought his hand up to my mouth, letting me lick his come of his fingers while he contracted the muscles of his arse around me. All that combined, the taste of Harry in my mouth, his muscles tight around me, made me let go as well. I came with a low and long moan, still moving frantically inside him to not lose a precious second of the state of bliss I found myself in.
My arms then completely gave up on me and I heavily collapsed on Harry. I slowed my movements to an almost complete halt until I pulled out of him, using the last bit of strength I had to roll to the side.
We then laid both on the bed on our backs, the only sound in the room being our still ragged breaths.
“That was …” I panted.
“Fucking amazing.” Harry finished for me, before adding, “And long overdue.”
I turned my head and looked at him, smiling. “Definitely. Both of it.”
“And it’s much better than surfing.” He chuckled.
“Much.”
Harry then looked down at himself, his body slick and sticky with sweat and his semen. “I need a shower.”
“Uh-huh.”
He then raised from the bed and moved towards the door of the room, grabbing his towel on the way. I leaned up again, watching his every movement. No doubt, Harry being exposed was the best view in the world. I let my eyes roam over every inch of skin on display. His calves, thighs, his oh-so-perfect arse, his back … his face?
The towel hung over his shoulder, Harry looked at me smiling, obviously liking that I was probably eating him with my eyes.
“Do you think I’m going to shower alone?” he inquired, grinning.
Returning his grin, I jumped up from the bed and followed him eagerly. If Harry really thought that I already had enough of him being exposed, boy, was he wrong.
The End
Comments are appreciated
august 16th, grantham, i'm there!
latest obsession = german idol.
there is this guy and he has this orgasmic voice and .. no good.
must distract myself.
story anyone?
Title: Exposed
Author: me
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Porn
Pairing: JuddJones
Summary: Those two inches of exposed skin between the top of his shorts and the bottom of his t-shirt …
Word count: 3,996
Disclaimer: not true … I think
Dedication: to Star star55 who prompted me with ‘Exposed’ and wanted me to write some Junes. Et voilà!
And if you feel like prompting me, choose something here.
Author’s note: So, yet another boysex-story from me. I’m slowly getting a hang of it, I think. And this is also my first Junes everrrr!
Being in a band can be a really dangerous thing. Especially when you’re a guy in your 20s, which means that you’re basically constantly horny. And when you also happen to be in a band with just guys, it’s not funny either, even when those guys are your best friends. Because ‘best friends’ means no boundaries. ‘Best friends’ means that there are no qualms about getting naked in front of each other and that sort of stuff. And when you’re in that kind of state in that of kind band and you’re gay and have a rather inapropriate crush on your very hot drummer … Let’s face it, in that case you are downright fucked. Not literally, though - unfortunately.
So yeah, welcome to my life then.
At first everything was fine. First there was just Tom and me. Was all fine in my book. Tom is straighter than a ruler. Plus, not really my type anyway. But you can’t have a band with just two guitarrists so that’s why we had to find people for drums and bass.
Finding a bass player was fine. Dougie was the best and despite him being the weirdest individual on this planet, he’s a great guy. Has no idea about football, chatting up someone - guy or girl, no matter - makes him shit himself in fear and he’s the biggest leightweight I ever came across but honestly, I wouldn’t swap the friendship with him for anything in the world.
The drummer, he is the problem. I didn’t really like Harry at first. I didn’t get his sense of humour, could never tell when he was being honest about something or when he used his bloody sarcasm once again. But the problem was that he was good on drums and he instantly had clicked with Tom and Dougie. So there was no choice really, we had to take him in.
With time I got to know Harry better. And with knowing him, I started liking him. I started to understand his jokes and I could tell when he used his sarcasm. Plus, he really is like the sun - the longer he’s there, the hotter he gets. It really is unfair. He had a mullet, for the love of god. A mullet is the least sexy thing ever but he made it sexy. But then he started experimenting with his hair. Longer, shorter, dyed, not dyed - he did it all and every style looked even better than the one before. He also started working out and got into his running-thing and became really toned in the process. Not good, not good at all. I won’t dare to imagine what he looks like in a few years to come.
I mean, we’ve all grown up, all our looks changed, but I can safely say that Harry is the only one of us who turned into this god-like figure. And that is fucking pissing me off. How am I supposed to keep my thoughts and hormones under control with someone like Harry Judd being constantly around me, oozing his sex-appeal and being absolutely fuck-able all the damn time?
I tried to distance myself from Harry for a bit. First there was Christmas and New Years so we didn’t see much of each other anyway. Then we went to Australia and me and Tom got really into the whole recording-thing while Harry and Doug did god knows what. And Harry was always training for that marathon as well. Some days I only saw him for breakfast and dinner and inbetween that he was plain and simply lost.
I did miss him, don’t get me wrong. It was weird to be at the same place as him and yet, I barely got to see him. But at the same time it was nice to just play music with Tom without trying to think of old women in bikinis just to not get a boner at the mere sight of Harry.
But of course Harry was catching on. I don’t know if Tom said anything to him or if him and Doug just got bored but these days they are around a whole lot more. And it starts to be unfair again.
You know, when you’ve not seen someone for a while and then you see them again, you start to notice every little change they’ve been through? It was like that for me when I really looked at Harry again. He was suddenly really tanned and thanks to his constant running up and down the beach, his legs had gotten really muscular, nevermind the rest of his body. And you better not get me started on that arse of his. I think ‘firm’ doesn’t even come close.
And just earlier that firm arse with the rest of the awesomely sexy Harry Judd decided to saunter into the room, eyes immediately settling on me spread out on the sofa in front of the big television we have in that house we have rented for the time being Down Under.
“Hey Dan, what you doing? Where’re the others?”
I shrugged. “Think they went to eat or summat. No idea really.”
Harry nodded, plonking down onto the sofa, right across my legs, I might add. He stared at the telly for a bit until he huffed.
“This is so boring.”
“What is?”
“Everything. It’s a nice day out, we shouldn’t waste it sitting in here.”
“What you wanna do then?”
“We could go swimming or surfing.”
Oh no. No, no, no, and have I mentioned, no! That was so not a good idea. Because going swimming meant a tanned Harry in his low-slung trunks, water dripping from that sexy body of his. And if I saw that in my current state, even thinking about hords of old women in bikinis couldn’t help me. Nevermind seeing Harry in a skin-tight wetsuit.
“Nah, don’t feel like it. But you go if you like.”
“I’m not going alone. Come on, don’t be a spoilsport. I thought you enjoyed the surfing last time.”
“I did. I just don’t fancy all that salty water entering my body through my eyes, ears and mouth today.”
“Pleeeeeeeeease Dan. I don’t wanna wait hours until Doug gets back.”
I groaned, looking back at him. “You won’t shut up until I agree to go with you, will you?”
He smiled triumphantly. “Nope. Come on, I put my surfboard on top of the wardrobe in my room, you need to help me get it down.”
Reluctantly, I raised from the sofa and followed Harry into his room. Entering, I was a bit surprised. His room was quite a mess, what with several t-shirts thrown about and all. His room has never been so messy before.
Harry smiled at me. “Doug’s doing. He can’t be arsed with his laundry so he borrows my stuff.” he explained, “Help me with the board?” He pointed to his wardrobe. I could see the pointy end of the surfboard poking out on the edge.
I stretched and got on my tip-toes until I had a slight grip on the board and then looked over at Harry, doing the same at the other end of the board, checking if he was ready to lift the thing down. And right then I was doomed.
Thanks to his stretching, Harry’s t-shirt had moved up a couple of inches and gave me a nice view of that bit of stomach that was now exposed right between the top of his shorts, his underwear poking out over their waistband, and the bottom of his t-shirt. It was maybe two inches but that little bit of skin was enough. My mouth was watering and I couldn’t tear my eyes away to save my life. And before I knew it, it happened.
Harry had moved the board on his side but I was too paralysed to do anything so I lost grip on the board and it fell down on my side, its end hitting me right on the head, bringing me out of my pleasant daze.
“Ow! Fuck!”
I pulled my hand back to rub my head which wasn’t the best idea either because the damn board now fell all the way down and right onto my foot.
“Fuck’s sake, what’s it with that damn thing?” I cursed.
“Shit! Dan, you okay?” Harry placed the board on the floor and rushed over to me.
“My foot hurts. Not as much as me head though. Ow.”
“Sit down. I’ll check if you’re bleeding.”
He guided me over to the bed, shoving Doug’s - or his - t-shirts down onto the floor so I could sit down on the sheets. I sat down on the bed and he stood right in front of me, his hands brushing aside the hair around the spot where the surfboard had attacked me.
“I can’t see blood.” He touched a certain spot and I winced. “You’ll probably get a little bump there, though. But don’t worry, I think you’ll survive.”
I nodded.
“I suppose now you really don’t wanna go surfing anymore?”
“Good guess.”
“Shame. But whatever. I’ll go tomorrow with Doug.” He then left his spot in front of me and fell down onto his bed next to me, his legs dangling down by my side. “It’s still boring though.”
He raised his arms and folded them behind his head and there they were again. Those two inches of exposed skin between the top of his shorts and the bottom of his t-shirt. Harry was looking out of the window and therefore couldn’t see me taking in every millimeter of that piece of skin right there, right in front of me, close enough to touch.
And before I could even think about my actions, I did just that. Almost automatically, my fingers reached out and their tips tentavely touched Harry’s skin, stroking along a few centimetres as well.
I felt Harry wince under my touch but I was too mesmerised to move my hand away. His skin was so soft under my fingertips and even though I barely touched him, I felt his stomach muscles twitch.
“Danny?” he asked cautiously, “What you’re doing?”
At the sound of his voice I snapped out of my trance. I quickly pulled my hand away, staring down at my fingers as if it wasn’t even my own but a stranger’s hand attached to my own arm.
“I … I better get going … Y’know … back to the telly I think.” I stuttered and made to get up.
Harry then grabbed for me though, holding me firmly by the wrist. He sat back up and looked me dead in the eye and I swear, the look in his eyes made me turn to a puddle of Danny there and then. If it were possible to turn into water, he would have had a wet patch on his floor.
“Don’t go.” he simply said, his voice suddenly filled with … was that lust? “Touch me again.”
I was paralysed again. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even blink I think. Harry hadn’t just asked me with a lust-filled voice to touch him again. Or had he?
Harry must have sensed my hesistance because he took the lead then. Still holding me by the wrist, he guided my hand towards his body, gently pushing it back under his t-shirt. I felt his skin under my fingertips again and swallowed as a jolt of electricity shot right through my whole body. Harry then let go of my hand and brought his hand back up from under the t-shirt. He snaked his arm around my neck and pulled my face closer to his. Shortly before our lips touched, he moved his lips to the side though, breathing down on my neck before moving up to my ear.
“Move your fingers, Danny.” he breathed into my ear.
Swallowing again, I did as he said and slowly curled my fingers, that simple action making his breathing quicker. He was obviously enjoying it so I straightened my fingers again, tracing them in slow movements along his skin which made him moan right into my ear.
Harry then pulled his face away from my ear and was looking at me again. We got lost in each other’s eyes for a moment before he leaned in and properly kissed me on the lips. His lips first just moved against mine until we both seemed to have the same idea at the same time and simultaneously opened out mouths, our tongues immediately meeting inbetween our lips.
My fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his stomach and his hand still on the back of my neck, Harry sunk back down onto the mattress, pulling me with him in the process. Once he was laying on his back, me hovering above him, Harry let go of my neck and his hands moved to my sides, tugging my t-shirt upwards. Our lips parted only long enough for him to pull the t-shirt over my hand and discard it to the side and once the cloth was removed, Harry’s hands began their journey over my back, my chest and my stomach, each touch sending shivers up and down my spine.
Growing more confident with each second, I in turn moved my hand under his t-shirt up until I reached a nipple. I rubbed it between my fingers, feeling it harden under my touch while Harry needily moaned into our heated kiss.
I pulled away, breathing heavily and looked down at him, seeing his eyes clouded with lust and want. “It’s not fair.” I panted, “I’m here topless and you’re still wearing all your clothes. Must change that.”
Without hesistance, I ripped off his t-shirt and while I was diving for his lips again and my hands tried to touch every bit of now overly exposed skin at once, Harry was already fumbling with my belt buckle, getting it open in a speed that was quite impressive. He definitely wasn’t new at this. I suppose that was Dougie’s doing as well.
I couldn’t put further thinking into that idea as Harry shoved his hand right into my boxers and grabbed for my hard on, making me almost bite down on his tongue in surprise. I pulled away and let a groan escape me as Harry’s hand stroked up and down my length in just the perfect speed. If he went on like this, the whole thing would be over before it even began and that really was the last thing I wanted.
Swallowing hard, trying to not give into the sensation, I tried to speak. “Harry … Harry … stop.”
“Don’t think I can, Dan.” he panted, pulling me back down, nibbling on my earlobe, “Feels too good to finally be able to touch you.”
I chuckled, the air I released in the process making Harry moan again. “If you won’t stop, I’ll come in about 30 seconds.”
“Can’t see anything wrong in that.”
I shook my head, moving my lips right to Harry’s ear to whisper, “I don’t wanna come unless I can come inside you.”
That seemed to do the trick because almost instantly, Harry pulled his hand away and pulled my trousers and boxers all the way down my legs, leaving it to me to shake them off, while he wriggled out of the rest of his clothes as well.
With no more barriers inbetween us now, I wanted to take my sweet time to explore Harry’s body further. I had been dreaming about seeing him like this, exposed to his fullest, for longer than I can remember and now that it had happened, now that I had him exposed underneath me, I didn’t want it all to end. I sat up, straddling him and let my fingers run up and down his torso and arms, creating a mental map of all the dips and curves of his body. I let my hands travel down his body until I reached his hard on and I couldn’t resist. I losely fisted it and stroked up and down, seeing Harry squirm under me, his eyes closed in pleasure, mouth agape, moans leaving him at every breath.
“Stop teasing Danny, just … please …” He trailed off, moaning even louder as I cupped his balls in my hand.
“Please what, Harry? Tell me what you want me to do.” I asked him boldly. Moving to stroke his length again, I leaned back down, whispering into his ear again. “Do you want me to suck you off, Harry, make you come in my mouth, licking you clean? Or do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to pound you into the mattress, hard and fast, me buried deep inside you?”
My dirty talking apparently had an effect on Harry. I could feel him get even harder in my hand and the air was filled with low throaty moans, all coming from him, while he couldn’t stop writhing underneath me.
“What do you want me to do, Harry? Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“Fuck me, Danny.” he gasped out, “I want you to fuck me. Please!”
I nodded. “D’you have … you know.”
“Drawer.” Harry pointed to the side, to his bedside table.
I sat up again and pulled open the drawer, immediately finding a tube of lube and a packet of condoms, both obviously being opened before.
“You’re definitely not new to this.” I voiced my thoughts, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow, “Doug?”
“Just a bit of fun. Was his idea.”
I shrugged. Honestly, at that moment I couldn’t care less if Harry was fucking Dougie on the side. He could’ve been with the whole population of Australia, for all I cared. He was with me now and that was all that mattered to me.
Deeply kissing Harry again, I popped open the lube and blindly spread a good amount of it over my fingers, moving first just one to his entrance, breaching the ring of muscle for a first time. Hissing in pain, Harry squeezed his eyes shut before taking a few deep breaths. With a simple nod of his head he urged me on to add another finger, reaching down to stroke his cock to distract himself from the pain.
Three fingers in and Harry suddenly arched his back, letting a short shout of my name leave his lips in ecstasy. Aiming for the same spot again, I thrust my fingers in, seeing Harry’s face contort in pleasure.
Being sure Harry was ready for what was about to come, I reached for the packet of condoms, getting one out without looking away from Harry’s face. I didn’t want to miss just a tiny second of him being so deeply lost in the sensations he was obviously going through. He had other ideas though. He took the still wrapped condom out of my hand, opened the foil and rolled the rubber down my length, smirking when a few obscenities left my lips as his remarkably skilled fingers moved down my shaft. He then reached for the lube and his eyes never left my own when he coated my erection generously with the clear substance.
Mustering up the very last ounce of will power in my body I then sat up slightly, wrapping Harry’s legs around my hips and guided my cock towards his entrance. Looking into his eyes again and seeing nothing but want and need and, most importantly, approval, I took a deep breath in and while releasing it, I entered him in one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck!” Harry screamed out, panting heavily now, his eyes squeezed shut again.
I stopped any movement and just stayed still inside him, watching him try to control his ragged breathing. He shifted about a bit and then looked up at me again.
“Okay.” he said, giving me the best reassuring smile he could come up with.
Supporting my weight on my hands on either side of his head, I slowly started to move. I could feel myself slide in and out of him and that feeling alone almost made me see stars. Feeling my cock enter and leave the tight hot heat of Harry was a million times better than I ever could have imagined.
“Go … oh god … fuck me harder, Danny!”
I didn’t need to be told twice. While Harry’s legs wrapped tighter around my waist, trying to pull me into him deeper, I picked up speed with every thrust until I was literally pounding into him, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall with every move. My arms started wobbling so I leaned down on my forearms. The slight change of position made me enter Harry at a different angle and suddenly he screamed out my name in sheer ecstasy again.
“There … right there, Danny! Oh god … fuck!”
Smiling to myself, I continued my thrusting into him, hitting his sweet spot dead on with every move. With hasty movements Harry grabbed his own cock again, starting to rub it hard along to my movements inside of him. His eyes rolled almost into the back of his head and his mouth was open in an o-shape. His breathing was heavy and beads of sweat ran down his face. He had never looked more perfect than in that very moment and I almost came from just looking at him.
“So … so close, Harry.” I whimpered out and leant down to kiss him again, my tongue mingling with his immediately.
Suddenly Harry pulled away and his face contorted in pleasure again. He let out a long groan of my name again and when I looked down at where his hand was wrapped around his cock I could see his fingers coated in a white sticky substance. I looked back up at Harry’s face, not wanting to miss any of his expressions while he rode out his orgasm, me still moving fast inside him.
Seeing that I was literally on the edge of orgasm, Harry then brought his hand up to my mouth, letting me lick his come of his fingers while he contracted the muscles of his arse around me. All that combined, the taste of Harry in my mouth, his muscles tight around me, made me let go as well. I came with a low and long moan, still moving frantically inside him to not lose a precious second of the state of bliss I found myself in.
My arms then completely gave up on me and I heavily collapsed on Harry. I slowed my movements to an almost complete halt until I pulled out of him, using the last bit of strength I had to roll to the side.
We then laid both on the bed on our backs, the only sound in the room being our still ragged breaths.
“That was …” I panted.
“Fucking amazing.” Harry finished for me, before adding, “And long overdue.”
I turned my head and looked at him, smiling. “Definitely. Both of it.”
“And it’s much better than surfing.” He chuckled.
“Much.”
Harry then looked down at himself, his body slick and sticky with sweat and his semen. “I need a shower.”
“Uh-huh.”
He then raised from the bed and moved towards the door of the room, grabbing his towel on the way. I leaned up again, watching his every movement. No doubt, Harry being exposed was the best view in the world. I let my eyes roam over every inch of skin on display. His calves, thighs, his oh-so-perfect arse, his back … his face?
The towel hung over his shoulder, Harry looked at me smiling, obviously liking that I was probably eating him with my eyes.
“Do you think I’m going to shower alone?” he inquired, grinning.
Returning his grin, I jumped up from the bed and followed him eagerly. If Harry really thought that I already had enough of him being exposed, boy, was he wrong.
The End
Comments are appreciated