heat - Poynter/Judd, Standalone.
Title: Heat
Author: joshyouare
Rating: NC 17 for smuttyness
Pairing: Poynter/Judd (PUDD)
Wordcount: 1,760+
Summary: it's just too hot for Dougie in their hotel room in brazil.
Disclaimer: as far as I know, Harry and Dougie did not fuck in brazil, I can only live in hope.
"We're Going To Hell... So Bring The Sunblock" - The Blackout.
Dougie couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He rolled from side to side on the bed, changing position, again and again. But it was no good, he couldn’t sleep.
The temperature was unbearable, the bed covers seemed to glue to his flesh. He felt damp, with clammy hands, a sticky forehead and his sandy blonde fringe was damp and sat plastered to his face. Brazil was far too warm, it was enough to make him miss the wet British summertime.
He stared, stunned, over at Harry with frowning eyes as he wondered how he could sleep in the heavy heat that filled their hotel room. Harry laid, eyes closed, looking so peaceful. Small shallow breaths whispered softly into the air, as his naked hairy chest rose and fell. He was covered only by a single sheet, that laid low on his hips, and showed off his dark pubic hair that sat at the end of the trail leading from his chest hair. Dougie unconsciously licked his lips, his cock began to stir as beads of sweat crept across his body, making him tingle all over.
Dougie decided to do something.
He threw his naked self off his mattress and crossed the room, slowly, and quietly, like a cat ready to pounce. He carefully lowered himself onto Harry’s mattress before he climbed on top of Harry’s body. He leant his face close to Harry’s until he could feel the shallow breathing hit his lips.
“Haz… Harry, Haz…” Dougie spoke softly, and ran a finger across Harry’s damp brow softly, then along the side of his face, and finally cupped his cheek, as Harry’s breathing interrupted as he stirred slightly.
“Dougie? What’s wrong?” The older man sighed sleepily in a deep, husky whisper. He didn’t open his eyes.
“I can’t sleep in this heat, how could you?” Dougie powted and sat back a little so he could run his hands across Harry’s chest, his palms slid deliciously across the sweaty flesh.
“Dreaming about you.” Harry replied lazily, still with eyes closed, barley a mumble.
Dougie got frustrated; and silently cursed Harry, as he seemed to drift back into sleep, his chest rising and falling slowly once again. Dougie crossed his arms glaring at Harry as he sat atop him.
And a wicked idea birthed itself in Dougie’s mind.
“Harry?” he whispered, “Harry?” he repeated. He waved his hand in Harry’s face... Still, no answer. Dougie smirked and began to crawl down Harry’s body, running his hands and tongue across his toned body, leaving butterfly kisses everywhere. Dougie felt Harry’s muscles twitch and ripple under his touch, and Harry began to stir softly, but still he did not wake from his sleep.
Dougie slowly inched the sheet covering his lover away from his body. He sat there for a moment admiring Harry’s body. He was perfect. And Dougie’s mouth began to water as his eyes landed on Harry’s large manhood, nestled within his dark pubic hair.
Dougie began to inch his hands up the inside of Harry’s thighs. He moved his hands gently, brushing his leg hair and then groping through the coarser hairs nestling the base of Harry’s cock.
Dougie begins to rub Harry’s length under his palm. Harry emitted a small grunt, and began to stir, as his cock stiffened under Dougie’s touch until he took the growing length in a fist and leaned closer running his tongue across the head, and savoured the taste he craved so much.
Harry opens his eyes now lifting his head to look down at the boy between his legs, his expressions was startled at first, but as Dougie began to stroke the flesh that was twitching in his grasp, Harry bit his lip groaning and throwing his head back into his pillows.
Dougie closed his mouth around Harry’s now full erection. He took him slowly at first, tongue running along the underside of the shaft, not choking, and swallowing each time he drew back his head and swirling over the head, just like an expert whore. Dougie reached for his own cock and started working his hand on himself, as Harry cried out into the room.
Harry reached out a hand to the back of Dougie’s head, and gripped at his hair, pushing him down further onto his cock, until Dougie’s face was buried in his pubes.
But Dougie stopped, and left Harry panting, begging for more, Dougie smirked up at him,
“I don’t understand how can you sleep like this…” Dougie teased,
“Because I can’t wait for my dirty dreams about us,” Harry said biting his lip and grinning “Dougs-Uhg...” Harry trailed off as Dougie squeezed a fist around his length,
“Is that so? Well I can’t sleep, I want you to tier me out.” Dougie smirked again, he moved up Harry’s body, and pressed their groins together.
Dougie sighed out as Harry groaned beneath him, the friction exactly what they both needed. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, teeth scraped together and clashed desperately, their sweat covered bodies slid together and they ground their hips into on and other.
Harry released Dougie’s lower lip that had had between his teeth, it jumped back into place as Dougie sat back to straddle Harry’s lap, he felt Harry’s large erection rub against his crack as he pushed down, rocking his hips.
“Fuck...” Harry hissed, gritting his teeth, Dougie observing his reaction with perverse pleasure. Dougie then pressed their sweaty foreheads together, and breathed his words huskily;
“I want you in me.” he raised his ass up, and positioned himself above Harry’s cock. Harry growled, and sat up as well, his hands moved to grab fistfuls of his ass cheeks, before he sneaked a hand to Dougie’s crack, and slipped his index finger inside Dougie’s hole, and then another, before he began to push inside him, preparing him, stretching his ring of muscles.
Dougie’s breathing doubled its pace, as Harry fingered him. Dougie cried out Harry’s name as he found Dougie’s spot, and began to push Down on Harry’s fingers, he groaned like a whore, begging him to put his cock up there instead.
Harry slowly removed his fingers, Dougie’s insides twitching around them. He placed short sharp kisses to Dougie’s chest, as he stroked his cock with one hand, and then used the other on his hip to lower him onto his cock. As Harry pushed into Dougie lowering him down, Dougie shivered and jerked , his whole body tingled, the tight muscles of his hole contracted repeated around the top of Harry’s cock, Making Harry’s vision blur in a collide-a-scope of ecstasy.
“Baby.. relax...” Harry managed to grunt out as he brought both hands to the smaller boys hips, and pushing himself into Dougie completely.
They held to each other tightly, their breathing heavy. Their lips met again, tongues roamed each other’s mouths.
“Move... Please.” Dougie begged. Harry laid back, making Dougie arch his back, and placed his hands over Dougie’s ass, moving him on his cock while they kissed.
“Oh… Harry…” Dougie moaned into Harry’s mouth as he kissed him, he could feel waves pleasure pulsing like electricity riding in his body as his lovers erection went deeper inside of him, hitting his prostate.
But they needed more, both of them.
Both sensing the need, they seemed to move as one and rolled over so that Dougie lay beneath the older man, legs closing around him, ankles hooked over the small of Harry’s back. Harry attached his mouth to Dougie’s neck intent on leaving marks as he began to pound into his ass repeatedly.
“Oh… Fuck Haz, FUCK…” Dougie moaned moving his hands blindly over Harry, just needing to feel more of him, as his eyes closed as the pleasure seemed to be hitting him time after time.
“Are you sleepy already?” Harry smirked. Dougie opened his eyes at once,
“Harry, please, don’t stop, please.” Dougie practically cried begging from beneath, wanting more, so much more, he needed to come.
“Harry… move, or I swear to God, I’m so going to kick your ass and take you hard.” Dougie warned him, trying to be dominant, Harry merely smirked, and chuckled, sending shivers to Dougie.
“You’re cute when you’re pissy Doug.” He moved his hands to the back of Dougie’s knees as he spoke. Then began to push into Dougie with more force than before, pushing Dougie’s legs up against his chest, opening him up wider.
“Oh… God… Harry… harder… fuck me harder…” Dougie begged. “I need more, please.” Harry stopped, pulling out.
Dougie was alarmed somewhat. Harry’s eyes were dark, so dark.
“Harry?” Dougie questioned unsure.
“Roll over.” Harry ordered, growling out the words. Dougie shivered, chills crept into his spine, but did as he was told, rolling over so he was face down to the mattress.
Harry, without a word, kicked open Dougie’s leg’s wider with his knees before he straddled Dougie’s ass, and pressed their bodies close together, skin-to-skin, sweat sliding between flesh in the heat of the sex filled air. Harry pressed his large erection between Dougie’s ass checks, pushing into his hole fiercely as he pressed Dougie into the mattress. Dougie clamped his teeth around the pillow his face was being pressed into.
“This what you wanted?” Harry growled into Dougie’s ear.
“Fuck...” Dougie moaned into the fabric, his head began to swim, he felt every thrust that Harry buried inside of him hit all the right places. Beneath him Dougie’s cock was riding against the bed, each of Harry’s thrusts adding friction.
Unable to speak outloud, Dougie screamed into the mattress as the burn of his orgasm rose up from his navel, and he came onto the bed as Harry continued to fuck him violently into the bed.
“Close…” Harry grunted.
And then Harry began to shake, still he thrust into Dougie’s ass, his grip on the younger boy lessened as his orgasm took hold, Dougie lifted up slightly to breath,
“Fuck, Harry...”
“Doug’s...” is all he grunted as Dougie felt him coming inside him, felt Harry filling him, his thrusts slowed, and eventually stopped.
Harry slowly pulled out from his lover, falling besides Dougie on the bed. Dougie rolled onto his side and laid an arm across Harry, and nestled his head on his hairy chest. The hot air around them smelled of sex and sweat. They both breathed heavily, bodies sweat soaked and come stained.
As they calmed down, the temperature of the room seemed to become more bearable, and exhaustion crept into the pair. And soon they laid sleeping peacefully, tangled together.