Dirty Boxers - Poynter/Judd, Standalone
Title: Dirty Boxers
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Word Count: 4,155
Summary: kind of* a sequel to "The Favour" (Here) but not really, it's basically just smut
A/N: i wrote this for my Jess <3
"I can see you staring there from across the block,
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your..." - Lady Gaga
***
“Mmm, Harry...” he whispered into Harry’s ear, soft groans falling from his mouth.
Harry was standing in the corridor off from the Science office, outside the girl’s toilets with one hand pressed against the wall, the other down the front of Dougie’s school trousers; fist gripped round the smaller boy’s excited cock rubbing him teasingly slow having snaked his fingers through the fabric of his underwear. The Bell had rung not 10 minutes ago for 5th period, Harry and Dougie had been made late after being held back by their Science teacher to discuss their behaviour in class. First they had been separated for, “Not being able to keep their hands to themselves.” And then where caught passing “Suggestive” notes to one and other. But they couldn’t help it, since yesterday at Dougie’s; the two boys couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“We could get caught out here you know?” Dougie pants his forehead pressed against Harry’s, after taking advantage of the deserted corridors with everyone in lessons, a quick kiss had turned heated, and lead to Harry’s hand down Dougie’s front.
“That’s what makes this interesting.” Harry smirks, claiming Dougie’s lips with his own feeling his lover’s cock twitch and throb under his grip, in-between his strokes, slow strokes firmly massaging back Dougie’s foreskin, smudging the pre-come oozing from Doug’s cock over the head.
“Nnngh! Harry...” Dougie grunts as he comes into Harry’s hand, Harry slowing his movements as the hot seed sits warm in his palm. Pulling his hand from Dougie’s front he raises it to his mouth licking up everything Dougie had given him, before taking Dougie’s lips with his own and sharing the taste of his come in a deep loving kiss.
“You taste good.” Harry breathed huskily into Dougie’s ear nibbling on his lobe, as Dougie buttoned his trousers.
“Thanks,” He giggled in response, “We’re - gonna - be so - late - for - Fletcher.” Dougie gasped in between kisses with Harry.
He was right; they must have been a good 20 minutes late by now. But right now all Harry cared about was Dougie, he was like a fever Harry couldn’t shake, he was in his mind, his heart, his body. His smell, his look, the way his lips felt against his, how his skin was smooth like cotton sheets and how his touch sent tingles up his skin. It felt... fluffy. But the lust they shared was paramount, so much that everything else seemed to be a distraction, and they simply couldn’t wait until after the final bell had rung, even if it was last period.
And speaking of distractions...
The sound of someone clearing their throat had Harry breaking the kiss, spinning on his heel as he looked to the direction the disturbance had come from, as Dougie straightened his uniform slightly. Standing in the corridor was a girl Harry recognized from his form; She was wearing her uniform colourfully, everything in places it shouldn’t be, her long black hair falling around her face that was painted with a curious expression, her eyes were fixed over the top of her glasses at the two.
“Uhm, Hi, Jess.” Dougie chocked out, turning scarlet behind Harry, who was still staring at Jess’s bemused expression,
“Shouldn’t you be in Fletcher’s lesson?” Harry asked more sharply than necessary raising his eyebrows,
“Speak for yourself, Judd,” she shot back after shaking herself from a sort of daze she’d been in. Harry couldn’t help but wonder at how long she’d been watching them. Sweeping her fringe over, she smirked, light flashing across the lenses of her glasses, and when Harry failed at a comeback she shook her head grinning wickedly and brushed passed him offering a smile to Dougie, “Sup Doug?”
“Um, Yeah.” Dougie mumbled to the floor still alarmingly red as Jess disappeared into the girls toilets. When she was gone he scooped up his and Harry’s school bags that had been discarded at their feet, throwing Harry’s at him as he took his hand and began to pull him along the corridor and up the stairs.
“Oh. My. Fucking. GOD.” Dougie groaned, and Harry laughed. “It’s so not funny, Harry.” He glared dangerously. “I mean, what if it wasn’t Jess, huh? And how long had she been watching?” he said throwing himself through the double doors at the top of the stairs, Harry following him through coming to a stop next to Dougie who was rummaging through his bag outside the art room.
“You know I think exhibitionism is hot.” Harry smirked letting his mind wander until Dougie wacked him in the gut with Harry’s own sketch book, winding him.
“Do you ever stop thinking about your dick?” Dougie asked rhetorically.
“Geez, Doug.” Harry grunted, drawing breath and fumbling to catch his sketch book.
“There, I did your homework for you. I don’t know why.” He ranted and he zipped up his bag forcefully. “And I don’t see why I should have to horde your crap around as well.” He said shaking his fringe off his eyes, flustered, his brow furrowed as he scowled in Harry's direction, hands on hips.
“Because you love me?” Harry offered trying to be sweet, putting a hand against the wall behind Dougie and leaning in for a kiss.
“Ha-“ Dougie began angrily, but as their lips joined he melted into Harry’s mouth, their tongues dancing until they eventually separated. Harry silently thanked Dougie’s inability to remain angry with him for long. They parted and Dougie drew a deep breath, “20 minutes late Judd, let’s hope Fletchers busy.”
“Fuck Fletcher.” Harry said quickly pecking Dougie's lips.
“He wishes.” Dougie smirked as he opened the door cautiously, then Harry stepped in following behind, they noticed their teacher was occupied with his other students. They rushed over to their place against the far wall, and Dougie threw his bag under the table after removing his extensive set of varying pencils and immediately set to work on his illustrations after flipping open his sketch book.
“Nice of you to show up Doug,” called the girl on the nearest table; she was chewing on her lip as she considered the image she was working on in front of her. She like Jess had long hair sweeping about her face but with highlights flashed all around, and wore her uniform equally slap dashed as Jess.
“Hey Alexe, got held back.” Dougie explained, it was a half truth.
“For 20 minutes?” she said wiggling her eyebrows towards Harry. Harry inwardly cursed the rumour mill that was this school, they had been together for a day and within a few hours already the whole school seemed to know. Dougie just blushed again and began talking idly with Alexe.
Harry was just pulling out his pencil case as Jess entered the room. Spotting her Dougie’s cheeks flushed with colour and he dived back into his drawings breaking off chat with Alexe. As Jess merely smirked, Harry waved at her stupidly with an overly cheery smile. Jess rolled her eyes and sunk into her seat next to Alexe.
“You took your time.” Alexe pouted at her friend. Jess looked over her shoulder grinning wickedly at Harry and Dougie, Harry looked back as Dougie just avoided eye contact still bright red.
“I saw something interesting,” Jess said winking at Harry, Alexe looked confusedly between them before leaning in closer to allow Jess to speak into her ear. Alexe’s reaction could be described as... over the top? She made a noise something close to a sexual groan, throwing her head back and sliding under the table growling, managing to draw attention to herself.
“Alexe Pruneau, get off the floor...” Called Mr. Fletcher who was watching, like most of the class. But unlike the rest of the class he wasn’t amused, he stood with his brow furrowed and hands on his hips. Alexe stood and swept her hair off her face, her grin matching Jess’s
“Ugh! So worth it.” She giggled,
“Sit down.” Fletcher ordered boredly coming over.
Shit.
Harry hadn’t got anything done. He speedily set about making himself look engaged with his work but-
“Judd, you can make up those 20 minutes tomorrow lunchtime.”
“But Sir I-“
“Ahh, Dougie, how are we getting on?” Fletcher continued as though he hadn’t heard.
Great.
Harry sighed and calmed down his hurry, rolling his eyes. Fletcher was sickeningly cheery when it came to Dougie, he was Fletcher’s prize artist. It was no joke when Dougie said Fletcher wished he could fuck him, Fletcher was a creeper, and he tried to ignore the fact Dougie wasn’t being picked up on lateness.
Something close to anger rose in Harry as he watched Fletcher ‘help’ Dougie. Leaning over his shoulder and pressing himself a little too closely, his hand on the back of Doug’s as he guided him across the page. When Fletcher was done he moved along to Jess and Alexe.
“I don’t like him touching you.” Harry grumbled.
“Huh?” Dougie said rising from his work, looking confused.
“I don’t like that creeper perving over you.” Harry hissed through gritted teeth giving evils to the back of Fletcher’s head.
“Oh, is my Harry Jealous?” Dougie teased, biting his lip. “Don’t you think it would be hot though, Harry? With a teacher.”
“What?” Harry scoffed, raising an eyebrow and staring between Dougie and Fletcher with distaste.
“Just think about it,” Dougie began, a strange dreamlike look washing over his face. “In detention with Fletcher, he’s blates dying to slip his slimy hands all over me. He’d have me all alone after hours... Ugh! I’d be vulnerable, he’s stronger than me... He’d call me over, force his hands down my body, rip my uniform open, and let his mouth wander over my innocent little body. Then he’d turn me round, bending me over that big ol’ black desk of his, strong, forceful hands pushing my legs open. Spitting In my crack, fuck his way into my ass, pop my cherry, fuck me rough and hard... UGH!... like that Harry?” unbeknown to his own actions Harry realises his hand is hovering, rubbing lightly over the tent that had formed in his pants under the desk. Dougie looks at Harry, still with his hand on his groin, licking his lips.
Dougie throws a quick glance over his shoulder, checking the room. Jess and Alexe were absorbed in decapitating supermodels from magazines, and Fletcher was now sat behind his desk, the rest of the class absorbed in their own world. And he turned back to Harry, the look in his eyes, the way he bit his lip through the devils grin gracing his features made Harry’s toes curl, and his cock twitch excitedly.
Dougie snaked his hand into Harry's lap, batting away his hand with his own. Dougie pressed down his hand and Harry let out a strangled groan that ended up as a small squeak. Harry closed his eyes biting his lip worried that someone would notice, but at the same time the threat of being discovered like this thrilled him and Harry’s cock now stiffened fully under Dougie’s touch.
“You like that?” Dougie whispered huskily only loud enough for Harry to hear.
“Nngh, yes.” Harry grunted unable to speak properly, his dick was begging for friction, and if he bit on his lips any harder he’d be drawing blood.
“Good.” Dougie said with a wicked grin turning back to his work and began rubbing Harry’s stiffened cock through the fabric of his school trousers and his boxers. The friction was... FUCK! It was amazing. Dougie winked at Harry and turned back to his sketchbook making it look like he was working, Harry just closed his eyes and leant upon the desk with his elbows, Dougie’s hand still working his excitement under the table.
Soon Harry Was finding it hard to remain in his rigid position, he wanted to push Dougie’s hand into his underwear, make him hold his cock, force him to his knee’s under the desk. But fuck, he kept still letting Doug rub him to completion.
When the familiar sensation fills Harry from the bottom of his navel. His hands claw the smooth surface of the table, nails just slipping over the plastic covered wood, holding in his moans, instead coming out a small grunts. And he’s coming into his boxers, he can feel the warmth spread in his groin, the fabric of his boxers clinging to his used cock as the product of Dougie’s handy work as he slows his motions. Harry brings himself closer to Dougie shuffling over his seat, and leans in close to Dougie, their noses almost bumping.
“We’re still in class, Harry.” Dougie grins, his breath ghosting over Harry’s face, sending shivers down his back.
“I want to kiss you.” Harry whispers back.
“You’ll have to wait till we get to mine.”
“I’m coming to yours?”
“Too right.” And then Dougie is leaning in just that little bit further, their noses brushing, just.
“Doug’s do you an-Oh excuse us!” Dougie sat up straight looking over his shoulder to Jess and Alexe who were staring wide-eyed at them, and decided to remove his hand from Harry’s lap.
“Can I help you?” Dougie said and he sounded oddly confident.
“Um. Uh, yeah. Well I-we thought maybe you would wanna go hang out, and bring Harry if you want...” Alexe trailed off turning slightly red, as Jess stared open mouthed, a look of pure joy on her face.
“Umm, cheers but,” he looked back at Harry, “I have plans.”
“Your blowing me off then?” Alexe said more than asked looking rather off put but Jess butted in, finally taking her eyes off Harry-
“Only so he can blow Harry off, shut up Al...” She gave Dougie a confident smirk “We’ll just get Doug’s to spill all the details in Drama tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh! Oh my god, yes!” Alexe squealed.
“If you say so...” Dougie giggled looking at Harry and winking.
“I wish I was a boy.” Alexe sighed
“Ditto, and then we’d have to go out, and bum each other, if we were.” Jess said nodding. And they dissolved into a conversation about ‘man sex’. Harry just rolled his eyes and linked his hand with Dougie’s.
“I’m going to slip to the loo and err... clean up.” Harry said indicating his crotch, but Dougie shook his head and squeezed Harry’s hand in his.
“Don’t, I want to clean you up, you dirty boy.” Dougie winked, and Harry raised an eyebrow, Dougie just bit his lip and giggled.
“Huh?” Harry said brow furrowed in confusion.
“I want to clean you up, so you’re gonna have to wait.” He said seductively only loud enough for Harry to hear. “Only another 20 minutes, Harry.”
~
Twenty minutes later their School day was done, and then Harry faced the most agonizing bus ride of his life, he never remembered the journey to his and Dougie’s neighbourhood being so tediously long. The remains that clung to his boxers sticking to his flesh felt odd, but Harry’s mind was racing with images of Dougie down on his knee’s eating everything Harry gave him, the ideas had his dick stiffening already in his dirty boxers. As soon as they were off the large yellow coach and it was out of sight, Harry’s hands were around Dougie’s waist, lips pressed to the back of his neck, savouring the taste of the boy who holds his affection, to the boy who makes him crazy.
“Easy tiger.” Dougie gushes arching his head back a little as Harry’s tongue smoothes across his flesh, stumbling up his pathway to the front door to his house, fumbling with his key. “My mother may be at work still, but my neighbours will see.”
“Open the door then,” Harry breathed in between butterfly kisses on every inch of Dougie he could reach.
When Dougie finally cracked the door they slipped inside and seconds later were a tangle of limbs, lips crashing together roughly. They pulled at each other’s uniforms, Scarlet jumpers being pulled over their heads and ties roughly ripped to the floor. Dougie pushed Harry through to his living room. Pushed harry backwards down onto the sofa, falling onto his lap. He joins their mouths in a fiery kiss and manages to unbutton the two top buttons of Harry’s shirt when his phone rings. Dougie groans and pulls the noisy device from his pocket.
“Hu-Hello?” is all Dougie manages having to bite his lip because Harry takes the chance to begin kissing and sucking at the flesh on his neck.
“Hey Dougs, can you tell mum I'm gonna be late home when she gets back?” Came his sister’s voice down the phone.
“You like this?” Harry smirks into Dougie’s neck.
“Yess,” Dougie groans breathlessly,
“Um, ok...” Jazzy goes on sounding slightly put off “’Coz, I'm going to Sammie’s, and her mums gonna sort food and stuff ok?” she rambled on just as Harry’s mouth reached the spot below Dougie’s ear on his neck.
“Mmm,” Dougie sighed forgetting about his sister for a second.
“Doug’s what the fuck? Are you even listening to me?” and Dougie finally grew tired of waiting.
“No.” Was all he said before he threw the phone down on the on the other side of the sofa. And Harry’s patience wears out as well, the sticky tent that had formed in his already messed boxers throbbing slightly, begging for a touch, but Harry wanted to have every inch of Dougie in his mouth. His taste was like a beautiful drug.
Harry takes advantage of Dougie’s position, raising his hands to Dougie’s shoulders and pushing him into the sofa, so he can be on top, lowering himself down between Dougie’s legs, making him pout.
“Spoil sport.”
“You’ll get your turn Pugsley,” Harry says breathlessly leaning into Dougie, moving to trace his tongue up Dougie’s cheek stopping at his ear so he can whisper huskily, “I just need to taste you again, first.” Dougie groans and bites his lip under Harry’s gaze. Harry licks his lips as his hands curl into the front of Dougie’s school shirt, tugging at it, pulling him closer. Their lips meet in short sharp kisses, teasing, almost biting, they watch one and other so closely.
Harry kisses down Dougie’s neck, and follows with his tongue moving over Dougie’s Adams apple before running it up his neck and into his mouth once more. Dougie’s hands snake around to the small of Harry’s back, holding onto him tightly as he arched his back up into him, Dougie erection obvious as it grazes against Harry’s stomach. Harry’s breathing hard as Dougie raises himself up on his arms, looking down at him, as they move their lower halves together, Dougie’s head lolling to the side as he groans pleasurably.
Harry moves to unbuttoning Dougie’s shirt attaching his mouth to his neck again, as he undoes each button one after the other his tongue floats across every bit of flesh that is exposed to him. Dougie thrusts up awkwardly as Harry reaches his belly button hissing through gritted teeth burying his head back into the cushions. Harry’s darting between running his tongue through the trail of coarse hairs that disappear into Dougie’s trousers and nipping playfully at the soft flesh around his belly button, as he undoes the button on Dougie’s trousers.
Harry’s eyes meet with Dougie’s as he slowly pulls down the zip, inching the waistband of Dougie boxers as he goes, pulling them down over his excited cock. He stop pulling them far enough only for Dougie’s cock to stand free of the fabric, Harry takes him into his mouth instantly.
“Fuck.” Dougie moans shivering breathing sharply as Harry’s mouth closes over the head of his dick, his tongue slipping onto the underside as he takes more of Dougie cock into his mouth. And Dougie’s hands creep into Harry short hair, fisting at the strands, pulling gently as Harry starts moving his mouth up and down the shaft. Dougie’s eagerness turns Harry on, every time Harry raises his head he’s followed with Dougie’s hips as he thrusts up off the sofa.
“Harry, nnngh, I don’t think I - I'm gonna... fuck.” Dougie’s back arches jerking slightly as he comes, he buries his head back into the cushion groaning, hissing chewing his lip as his orgasm comes. He’s still clutching Harry’s hair, as Harry gets what he’s wanted. Dougie’s hot juices, his taste is addictive, and Harry can’t get enough. Dougie releases his grip on Harry as he moves his mouth from his cock with a soft pop, before leaning in to kiss Dougie, shivering as he tastes himself on Harry’s lips.
“Your turn.” Harry grins pressing his cock, which is agonizingly hard, into Dougie’s thigh. Dougie responds with a wicked grin rising up and pushing Harry into a sitting position before falling to his knees between Harry’s legs not bothering to do up his clothes. His Hand is on Harry’s cock pressing down on his clothed erection, “Ugh! Dougs don’t tease... please.” Harry breathes out, short of breath as he falls back against the sofa his back arched. Thrusting his crotch into Dougie’s hand.
Dougie swiftly unbuttons Harry’s trousers and whips the zip down and has soon tugged them down to Harry’s knees leaving him sitting in his dirty boxers, come stained and with a wet patch of pre-come that was building on the tip of Harry’s excitement in its fabric confines. Dougie stared down at Harry’s cock, trapped in the dirtied remains of their activities in art, and licked his lips. The sight made Harry’s cock jerk excitedly twitching against the fabric. Dougie moved in closer, kissing his way up the inside of Harry’s thigh. He mouthed Harry’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, before moving his mouth over the stained patches of the fabric, his tongue darting out and licking at the spots.
“Mmm, you dirty boy, Harry. It’s tastes good.” But Harry didn’t have the will to respond, his attempts to speak came out as a whimper as he sucked in air before biting his lip watching Dougie move to the small patch of pre-come soaking the fabric where the tip of his cock sat sucking on the fabric. Small groans floating from him before he gripped the fabric with his teeth and pulled the boxers down using his mouth.
Harry’s cock stands free of the clammy fabric and the remains from Dougie pleasuring him are sticky and obvious, mixing with the leaking juices from Harry’s current excitement. Dougie runs his tongue along the underside of Harry’s dick from top to bottom, swirling his tongue over the head and smudging everything with his tongue, before he takes Harry’s breath away completely as he sinks his head down over Harry’s cock entirely, gagging slightly as he buries his face into Harry’s pubic hair, savouring the delicious bitter taste of his orgasm from earlier and the sweet taste leaking from Harry now. Dougie swallows as he pulls back, the sensation of the extra pressure on Harry’s cock makes his eyes dizzy as he snakes a hand to Dougie’s head but has both his arms pinned to the side by the smaller boy.
“Fuck that tasted good Haz”
“Hungry for more?” Harry smirks before chewing his lip at the sight over Dougie’s eyes flashing darkly with lust. Harry sighs erotically as Dougie sinks back onto his dick with his mouth. The pleasure that hot little mouth was giving was mind blowing. Dougie was sucking him quickly yet deeply into his throat gagging occasionally, his teeth scraping around the base of Harry’s cock while his nose was buried in his pubes. Dougie releases Harry and one hand is quickly wound into his hair, pushing him down slightly, getting rougher as his lust takes over, the other arm propping himself up as he arches his back and starts thrusting up awkwardly with the position they are in. Dougie holds onto Harry’s thighs feeling the muscles twitch under his touch as he rolls his thumbs over them.
Dougie groans around Harry’s cock the sensation making him cry out huskily with various obscenities as Harry uses his hand to quicken the pace, and his thrusts become a bit more desperate, before Dougie’s mouth is filled with the bittersweet he craves, as Harry ejaculates into him. Dougie draws back so he can swallow, swirling his tongue as Harry continues riding out his orgasm.
“Fuck, Dougs,” He pants slowing down. His voice is hoarse, and Dougie lets his used cock slip from his lips slowly making Harry shiver. Dougie licks his lips before looking up at Harry’s flushed face, his chest rising and falling quickly for more air. Dougie rises up a bit shakily, before straddling Harry’s lap, neither one of them bothering to do up their clothes.
They kiss, slowly, deeply, before backing away, butterflies replacing the lust.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
*this was written for fun, with ideas from Jess, and Alexe. I do not consider this the definitive sequel to "The Favour" which is one of my favourite pieces of my writing, there probably will be another sequel number 2, and there will be a lot more work involved in writing it. just because I feel the original stand alone deserves more. if that makes any sense to anyone.
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Word Count: 4,155
Summary: kind of* a sequel to "The Favour" (Here) but not really, it's basically just smut
A/N: i wrote this for my Jess <3
"I can see you staring there from across the block,
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your..." - Lady Gaga
***
“Mmm, Harry...” he whispered into Harry’s ear, soft groans falling from his mouth.
Harry was standing in the corridor off from the Science office, outside the girl’s toilets with one hand pressed against the wall, the other down the front of Dougie’s school trousers; fist gripped round the smaller boy’s excited cock rubbing him teasingly slow having snaked his fingers through the fabric of his underwear. The Bell had rung not 10 minutes ago for 5th period, Harry and Dougie had been made late after being held back by their Science teacher to discuss their behaviour in class. First they had been separated for, “Not being able to keep their hands to themselves.” And then where caught passing “Suggestive” notes to one and other. But they couldn’t help it, since yesterday at Dougie’s; the two boys couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“We could get caught out here you know?” Dougie pants his forehead pressed against Harry’s, after taking advantage of the deserted corridors with everyone in lessons, a quick kiss had turned heated, and lead to Harry’s hand down Dougie’s front.
“That’s what makes this interesting.” Harry smirks, claiming Dougie’s lips with his own feeling his lover’s cock twitch and throb under his grip, in-between his strokes, slow strokes firmly massaging back Dougie’s foreskin, smudging the pre-come oozing from Doug’s cock over the head.
“Nnngh! Harry...” Dougie grunts as he comes into Harry’s hand, Harry slowing his movements as the hot seed sits warm in his palm. Pulling his hand from Dougie’s front he raises it to his mouth licking up everything Dougie had given him, before taking Dougie’s lips with his own and sharing the taste of his come in a deep loving kiss.
“You taste good.” Harry breathed huskily into Dougie’s ear nibbling on his lobe, as Dougie buttoned his trousers.
“Thanks,” He giggled in response, “We’re - gonna - be so - late - for - Fletcher.” Dougie gasped in between kisses with Harry.
He was right; they must have been a good 20 minutes late by now. But right now all Harry cared about was Dougie, he was like a fever Harry couldn’t shake, he was in his mind, his heart, his body. His smell, his look, the way his lips felt against his, how his skin was smooth like cotton sheets and how his touch sent tingles up his skin. It felt... fluffy. But the lust they shared was paramount, so much that everything else seemed to be a distraction, and they simply couldn’t wait until after the final bell had rung, even if it was last period.
And speaking of distractions...
The sound of someone clearing their throat had Harry breaking the kiss, spinning on his heel as he looked to the direction the disturbance had come from, as Dougie straightened his uniform slightly. Standing in the corridor was a girl Harry recognized from his form; She was wearing her uniform colourfully, everything in places it shouldn’t be, her long black hair falling around her face that was painted with a curious expression, her eyes were fixed over the top of her glasses at the two.
“Uhm, Hi, Jess.” Dougie chocked out, turning scarlet behind Harry, who was still staring at Jess’s bemused expression,
“Shouldn’t you be in Fletcher’s lesson?” Harry asked more sharply than necessary raising his eyebrows,
“Speak for yourself, Judd,” she shot back after shaking herself from a sort of daze she’d been in. Harry couldn’t help but wonder at how long she’d been watching them. Sweeping her fringe over, she smirked, light flashing across the lenses of her glasses, and when Harry failed at a comeback she shook her head grinning wickedly and brushed passed him offering a smile to Dougie, “Sup Doug?”
“Um, Yeah.” Dougie mumbled to the floor still alarmingly red as Jess disappeared into the girls toilets. When she was gone he scooped up his and Harry’s school bags that had been discarded at their feet, throwing Harry’s at him as he took his hand and began to pull him along the corridor and up the stairs.
“Oh. My. Fucking. GOD.” Dougie groaned, and Harry laughed. “It’s so not funny, Harry.” He glared dangerously. “I mean, what if it wasn’t Jess, huh? And how long had she been watching?” he said throwing himself through the double doors at the top of the stairs, Harry following him through coming to a stop next to Dougie who was rummaging through his bag outside the art room.
“You know I think exhibitionism is hot.” Harry smirked letting his mind wander until Dougie wacked him in the gut with Harry’s own sketch book, winding him.
“Do you ever stop thinking about your dick?” Dougie asked rhetorically.
“Geez, Doug.” Harry grunted, drawing breath and fumbling to catch his sketch book.
“There, I did your homework for you. I don’t know why.” He ranted and he zipped up his bag forcefully. “And I don’t see why I should have to horde your crap around as well.” He said shaking his fringe off his eyes, flustered, his brow furrowed as he scowled in Harry's direction, hands on hips.
“Because you love me?” Harry offered trying to be sweet, putting a hand against the wall behind Dougie and leaning in for a kiss.
“Ha-“ Dougie began angrily, but as their lips joined he melted into Harry’s mouth, their tongues dancing until they eventually separated. Harry silently thanked Dougie’s inability to remain angry with him for long. They parted and Dougie drew a deep breath, “20 minutes late Judd, let’s hope Fletchers busy.”
“Fuck Fletcher.” Harry said quickly pecking Dougie's lips.
“He wishes.” Dougie smirked as he opened the door cautiously, then Harry stepped in following behind, they noticed their teacher was occupied with his other students. They rushed over to their place against the far wall, and Dougie threw his bag under the table after removing his extensive set of varying pencils and immediately set to work on his illustrations after flipping open his sketch book.
“Nice of you to show up Doug,” called the girl on the nearest table; she was chewing on her lip as she considered the image she was working on in front of her. She like Jess had long hair sweeping about her face but with highlights flashed all around, and wore her uniform equally slap dashed as Jess.
“Hey Alexe, got held back.” Dougie explained, it was a half truth.
“For 20 minutes?” she said wiggling her eyebrows towards Harry. Harry inwardly cursed the rumour mill that was this school, they had been together for a day and within a few hours already the whole school seemed to know. Dougie just blushed again and began talking idly with Alexe.
Harry was just pulling out his pencil case as Jess entered the room. Spotting her Dougie’s cheeks flushed with colour and he dived back into his drawings breaking off chat with Alexe. As Jess merely smirked, Harry waved at her stupidly with an overly cheery smile. Jess rolled her eyes and sunk into her seat next to Alexe.
“You took your time.” Alexe pouted at her friend. Jess looked over her shoulder grinning wickedly at Harry and Dougie, Harry looked back as Dougie just avoided eye contact still bright red.
“I saw something interesting,” Jess said winking at Harry, Alexe looked confusedly between them before leaning in closer to allow Jess to speak into her ear. Alexe’s reaction could be described as... over the top? She made a noise something close to a sexual groan, throwing her head back and sliding under the table growling, managing to draw attention to herself.
“Alexe Pruneau, get off the floor...” Called Mr. Fletcher who was watching, like most of the class. But unlike the rest of the class he wasn’t amused, he stood with his brow furrowed and hands on his hips. Alexe stood and swept her hair off her face, her grin matching Jess’s
“Ugh! So worth it.” She giggled,
“Sit down.” Fletcher ordered boredly coming over.
Shit.
Harry hadn’t got anything done. He speedily set about making himself look engaged with his work but-
“Judd, you can make up those 20 minutes tomorrow lunchtime.”
“But Sir I-“
“Ahh, Dougie, how are we getting on?” Fletcher continued as though he hadn’t heard.
Great.
Harry sighed and calmed down his hurry, rolling his eyes. Fletcher was sickeningly cheery when it came to Dougie, he was Fletcher’s prize artist. It was no joke when Dougie said Fletcher wished he could fuck him, Fletcher was a creeper, and he tried to ignore the fact Dougie wasn’t being picked up on lateness.
Something close to anger rose in Harry as he watched Fletcher ‘help’ Dougie. Leaning over his shoulder and pressing himself a little too closely, his hand on the back of Doug’s as he guided him across the page. When Fletcher was done he moved along to Jess and Alexe.
“I don’t like him touching you.” Harry grumbled.
“Huh?” Dougie said rising from his work, looking confused.
“I don’t like that creeper perving over you.” Harry hissed through gritted teeth giving evils to the back of Fletcher’s head.
“Oh, is my Harry Jealous?” Dougie teased, biting his lip. “Don’t you think it would be hot though, Harry? With a teacher.”
“What?” Harry scoffed, raising an eyebrow and staring between Dougie and Fletcher with distaste.
“Just think about it,” Dougie began, a strange dreamlike look washing over his face. “In detention with Fletcher, he’s blates dying to slip his slimy hands all over me. He’d have me all alone after hours... Ugh! I’d be vulnerable, he’s stronger than me... He’d call me over, force his hands down my body, rip my uniform open, and let his mouth wander over my innocent little body. Then he’d turn me round, bending me over that big ol’ black desk of his, strong, forceful hands pushing my legs open. Spitting In my crack, fuck his way into my ass, pop my cherry, fuck me rough and hard... UGH!... like that Harry?” unbeknown to his own actions Harry realises his hand is hovering, rubbing lightly over the tent that had formed in his pants under the desk. Dougie looks at Harry, still with his hand on his groin, licking his lips.
Dougie throws a quick glance over his shoulder, checking the room. Jess and Alexe were absorbed in decapitating supermodels from magazines, and Fletcher was now sat behind his desk, the rest of the class absorbed in their own world. And he turned back to Harry, the look in his eyes, the way he bit his lip through the devils grin gracing his features made Harry’s toes curl, and his cock twitch excitedly.
Dougie snaked his hand into Harry's lap, batting away his hand with his own. Dougie pressed down his hand and Harry let out a strangled groan that ended up as a small squeak. Harry closed his eyes biting his lip worried that someone would notice, but at the same time the threat of being discovered like this thrilled him and Harry’s cock now stiffened fully under Dougie’s touch.
“You like that?” Dougie whispered huskily only loud enough for Harry to hear.
“Nngh, yes.” Harry grunted unable to speak properly, his dick was begging for friction, and if he bit on his lips any harder he’d be drawing blood.
“Good.” Dougie said with a wicked grin turning back to his work and began rubbing Harry’s stiffened cock through the fabric of his school trousers and his boxers. The friction was... FUCK! It was amazing. Dougie winked at Harry and turned back to his sketchbook making it look like he was working, Harry just closed his eyes and leant upon the desk with his elbows, Dougie’s hand still working his excitement under the table.
Soon Harry Was finding it hard to remain in his rigid position, he wanted to push Dougie’s hand into his underwear, make him hold his cock, force him to his knee’s under the desk. But fuck, he kept still letting Doug rub him to completion.
When the familiar sensation fills Harry from the bottom of his navel. His hands claw the smooth surface of the table, nails just slipping over the plastic covered wood, holding in his moans, instead coming out a small grunts. And he’s coming into his boxers, he can feel the warmth spread in his groin, the fabric of his boxers clinging to his used cock as the product of Dougie’s handy work as he slows his motions. Harry brings himself closer to Dougie shuffling over his seat, and leans in close to Dougie, their noses almost bumping.
“We’re still in class, Harry.” Dougie grins, his breath ghosting over Harry’s face, sending shivers down his back.
“I want to kiss you.” Harry whispers back.
“You’ll have to wait till we get to mine.”
“I’m coming to yours?”
“Too right.” And then Dougie is leaning in just that little bit further, their noses brushing, just.
“Doug’s do you an-Oh excuse us!” Dougie sat up straight looking over his shoulder to Jess and Alexe who were staring wide-eyed at them, and decided to remove his hand from Harry’s lap.
“Can I help you?” Dougie said and he sounded oddly confident.
“Um. Uh, yeah. Well I-we thought maybe you would wanna go hang out, and bring Harry if you want...” Alexe trailed off turning slightly red, as Jess stared open mouthed, a look of pure joy on her face.
“Umm, cheers but,” he looked back at Harry, “I have plans.”
“Your blowing me off then?” Alexe said more than asked looking rather off put but Jess butted in, finally taking her eyes off Harry-
“Only so he can blow Harry off, shut up Al...” She gave Dougie a confident smirk “We’ll just get Doug’s to spill all the details in Drama tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh! Oh my god, yes!” Alexe squealed.
“If you say so...” Dougie giggled looking at Harry and winking.
“I wish I was a boy.” Alexe sighed
“Ditto, and then we’d have to go out, and bum each other, if we were.” Jess said nodding. And they dissolved into a conversation about ‘man sex’. Harry just rolled his eyes and linked his hand with Dougie’s.
“I’m going to slip to the loo and err... clean up.” Harry said indicating his crotch, but Dougie shook his head and squeezed Harry’s hand in his.
“Don’t, I want to clean you up, you dirty boy.” Dougie winked, and Harry raised an eyebrow, Dougie just bit his lip and giggled.
“Huh?” Harry said brow furrowed in confusion.
“I want to clean you up, so you’re gonna have to wait.” He said seductively only loud enough for Harry to hear. “Only another 20 minutes, Harry.”
~
Twenty minutes later their School day was done, and then Harry faced the most agonizing bus ride of his life, he never remembered the journey to his and Dougie’s neighbourhood being so tediously long. The remains that clung to his boxers sticking to his flesh felt odd, but Harry’s mind was racing with images of Dougie down on his knee’s eating everything Harry gave him, the ideas had his dick stiffening already in his dirty boxers. As soon as they were off the large yellow coach and it was out of sight, Harry’s hands were around Dougie’s waist, lips pressed to the back of his neck, savouring the taste of the boy who holds his affection, to the boy who makes him crazy.
“Easy tiger.” Dougie gushes arching his head back a little as Harry’s tongue smoothes across his flesh, stumbling up his pathway to the front door to his house, fumbling with his key. “My mother may be at work still, but my neighbours will see.”
“Open the door then,” Harry breathed in between butterfly kisses on every inch of Dougie he could reach.
When Dougie finally cracked the door they slipped inside and seconds later were a tangle of limbs, lips crashing together roughly. They pulled at each other’s uniforms, Scarlet jumpers being pulled over their heads and ties roughly ripped to the floor. Dougie pushed Harry through to his living room. Pushed harry backwards down onto the sofa, falling onto his lap. He joins their mouths in a fiery kiss and manages to unbutton the two top buttons of Harry’s shirt when his phone rings. Dougie groans and pulls the noisy device from his pocket.
“Hu-Hello?” is all Dougie manages having to bite his lip because Harry takes the chance to begin kissing and sucking at the flesh on his neck.
“Hey Dougs, can you tell mum I'm gonna be late home when she gets back?” Came his sister’s voice down the phone.
“You like this?” Harry smirks into Dougie’s neck.
“Yess,” Dougie groans breathlessly,
“Um, ok...” Jazzy goes on sounding slightly put off “’Coz, I'm going to Sammie’s, and her mums gonna sort food and stuff ok?” she rambled on just as Harry’s mouth reached the spot below Dougie’s ear on his neck.
“Mmm,” Dougie sighed forgetting about his sister for a second.
“Doug’s what the fuck? Are you even listening to me?” and Dougie finally grew tired of waiting.
“No.” Was all he said before he threw the phone down on the on the other side of the sofa. And Harry’s patience wears out as well, the sticky tent that had formed in his already messed boxers throbbing slightly, begging for a touch, but Harry wanted to have every inch of Dougie in his mouth. His taste was like a beautiful drug.
Harry takes advantage of Dougie’s position, raising his hands to Dougie’s shoulders and pushing him into the sofa, so he can be on top, lowering himself down between Dougie’s legs, making him pout.
“Spoil sport.”
“You’ll get your turn Pugsley,” Harry says breathlessly leaning into Dougie, moving to trace his tongue up Dougie’s cheek stopping at his ear so he can whisper huskily, “I just need to taste you again, first.” Dougie groans and bites his lip under Harry’s gaze. Harry licks his lips as his hands curl into the front of Dougie’s school shirt, tugging at it, pulling him closer. Their lips meet in short sharp kisses, teasing, almost biting, they watch one and other so closely.
Harry kisses down Dougie’s neck, and follows with his tongue moving over Dougie’s Adams apple before running it up his neck and into his mouth once more. Dougie’s hands snake around to the small of Harry’s back, holding onto him tightly as he arched his back up into him, Dougie erection obvious as it grazes against Harry’s stomach. Harry’s breathing hard as Dougie raises himself up on his arms, looking down at him, as they move their lower halves together, Dougie’s head lolling to the side as he groans pleasurably.
Harry moves to unbuttoning Dougie’s shirt attaching his mouth to his neck again, as he undoes each button one after the other his tongue floats across every bit of flesh that is exposed to him. Dougie thrusts up awkwardly as Harry reaches his belly button hissing through gritted teeth burying his head back into the cushions. Harry’s darting between running his tongue through the trail of coarse hairs that disappear into Dougie’s trousers and nipping playfully at the soft flesh around his belly button, as he undoes the button on Dougie’s trousers.
Harry’s eyes meet with Dougie’s as he slowly pulls down the zip, inching the waistband of Dougie boxers as he goes, pulling them down over his excited cock. He stop pulling them far enough only for Dougie’s cock to stand free of the fabric, Harry takes him into his mouth instantly.
“Fuck.” Dougie moans shivering breathing sharply as Harry’s mouth closes over the head of his dick, his tongue slipping onto the underside as he takes more of Dougie cock into his mouth. And Dougie’s hands creep into Harry short hair, fisting at the strands, pulling gently as Harry starts moving his mouth up and down the shaft. Dougie’s eagerness turns Harry on, every time Harry raises his head he’s followed with Dougie’s hips as he thrusts up off the sofa.
“Harry, nnngh, I don’t think I - I'm gonna... fuck.” Dougie’s back arches jerking slightly as he comes, he buries his head back into the cushion groaning, hissing chewing his lip as his orgasm comes. He’s still clutching Harry’s hair, as Harry gets what he’s wanted. Dougie’s hot juices, his taste is addictive, and Harry can’t get enough. Dougie releases his grip on Harry as he moves his mouth from his cock with a soft pop, before leaning in to kiss Dougie, shivering as he tastes himself on Harry’s lips.
“Your turn.” Harry grins pressing his cock, which is agonizingly hard, into Dougie’s thigh. Dougie responds with a wicked grin rising up and pushing Harry into a sitting position before falling to his knees between Harry’s legs not bothering to do up his clothes. His Hand is on Harry’s cock pressing down on his clothed erection, “Ugh! Dougs don’t tease... please.” Harry breathes out, short of breath as he falls back against the sofa his back arched. Thrusting his crotch into Dougie’s hand.
Dougie swiftly unbuttons Harry’s trousers and whips the zip down and has soon tugged them down to Harry’s knees leaving him sitting in his dirty boxers, come stained and with a wet patch of pre-come that was building on the tip of Harry’s excitement in its fabric confines. Dougie stared down at Harry’s cock, trapped in the dirtied remains of their activities in art, and licked his lips. The sight made Harry’s cock jerk excitedly twitching against the fabric. Dougie moved in closer, kissing his way up the inside of Harry’s thigh. He mouthed Harry’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, before moving his mouth over the stained patches of the fabric, his tongue darting out and licking at the spots.
“Mmm, you dirty boy, Harry. It’s tastes good.” But Harry didn’t have the will to respond, his attempts to speak came out as a whimper as he sucked in air before biting his lip watching Dougie move to the small patch of pre-come soaking the fabric where the tip of his cock sat sucking on the fabric. Small groans floating from him before he gripped the fabric with his teeth and pulled the boxers down using his mouth.
Harry’s cock stands free of the clammy fabric and the remains from Dougie pleasuring him are sticky and obvious, mixing with the leaking juices from Harry’s current excitement. Dougie runs his tongue along the underside of Harry’s dick from top to bottom, swirling his tongue over the head and smudging everything with his tongue, before he takes Harry’s breath away completely as he sinks his head down over Harry’s cock entirely, gagging slightly as he buries his face into Harry’s pubic hair, savouring the delicious bitter taste of his orgasm from earlier and the sweet taste leaking from Harry now. Dougie swallows as he pulls back, the sensation of the extra pressure on Harry’s cock makes his eyes dizzy as he snakes a hand to Dougie’s head but has both his arms pinned to the side by the smaller boy.
“Fuck that tasted good Haz”
“Hungry for more?” Harry smirks before chewing his lip at the sight over Dougie’s eyes flashing darkly with lust. Harry sighs erotically as Dougie sinks back onto his dick with his mouth. The pleasure that hot little mouth was giving was mind blowing. Dougie was sucking him quickly yet deeply into his throat gagging occasionally, his teeth scraping around the base of Harry’s cock while his nose was buried in his pubes. Dougie releases Harry and one hand is quickly wound into his hair, pushing him down slightly, getting rougher as his lust takes over, the other arm propping himself up as he arches his back and starts thrusting up awkwardly with the position they are in. Dougie holds onto Harry’s thighs feeling the muscles twitch under his touch as he rolls his thumbs over them.
Dougie groans around Harry’s cock the sensation making him cry out huskily with various obscenities as Harry uses his hand to quicken the pace, and his thrusts become a bit more desperate, before Dougie’s mouth is filled with the bittersweet he craves, as Harry ejaculates into him. Dougie draws back so he can swallow, swirling his tongue as Harry continues riding out his orgasm.
“Fuck, Dougs,” He pants slowing down. His voice is hoarse, and Dougie lets his used cock slip from his lips slowly making Harry shiver. Dougie licks his lips before looking up at Harry’s flushed face, his chest rising and falling quickly for more air. Dougie rises up a bit shakily, before straddling Harry’s lap, neither one of them bothering to do up their clothes.
They kiss, slowly, deeply, before backing away, butterflies replacing the lust.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
*this was written for fun, with ideas from Jess, and Alexe. I do not consider this the definitive sequel to "The Favour" which is one of my favourite pieces of my writing, there probably will be another sequel number 2, and there will be a lot more work involved in writing it. just because I feel the original stand alone deserves more. if that makes any sense to anyone.