Harry And Dougie
Title: Through him, with him, and in him.
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: This part 16, overall 18.
Part: 1 of ?
Summary:Dougie is sent to church reform house and his experiences take him to have forbidden gay sex with a boy he meets and gets to know, namely Harry.
Disclaimer:Obviously I don’t own McFly (I wish) or anything and the story is fiction, but hey a girl can dream.
Inspired by:The All American Rejects song, “Dirty Little Secret” and the card one guy holds up in the video saying, “I had gay sex at church camp 3 times”. And the hymn of the same name as my title, the strangest name for a holy hymn I have ever come across!
“Through Him, With Him, And In Him”
He had been given a pencil and paper on which to keep a journal of his religious thoughts for 2 weeks.
“A pencil” thought Dougie, “not even a frikkin’ pen!”
It seemed like a military institution, which was why he supposed he’d been sent here.
“A fortnight of spiritual guidance”, his mother had said, the morning after she had uncovered his secret stash of “impure thoughts”. (Gay porn to you and me). She’d packed his Dickies and Etnies so fast, practically dragging him by the ear to car. No amount of “But mum, I…….I”, would hold her back.
“Blasphemous filth! It’s not natural Douglas and I am damned if my son gets involved with it or becomes one of…….them!”
That had been the general gist of their 4 hour car journey. Dougie had cowered in the front seat for the most part of the journey. Too embarrassed to look his mother in the face and yet too angry to speak.
And now here he was. Encased within 4 white walls, as single room, a single bed and only a crucifix and a bible for company. It was quiet. Too quiet. The coldness of the room ran down his bare arms and a short shiver ran through him. A neat pile of brown robes lay at the foot of the bed and the wash bowl and jug suggested plumbing must be a luxury.
Dougie dropped his bag to the floor with a dull thud, tossed the pencil and paper on the bed and crossed the room towards the window, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floorboards.
”A perfect view of the cemetery” he thought. “Great…”
He leaned on the cill and continued to stare out at what was to become home over the next 2 weeks. The sun was just setting and a was getting dark. A couple of nuns waddled back towards the house. The growing gloom covered the landscape in musty shadow and everything seemed dull. The spark of a match caught Dougie’s attention. In the far corner of the cemetery Dougie could just make out the outline of a boy. Cigarette in hand, the boy dragged quickly with hurried movements, his eyes constantly searching for any movement of the clergical side. Dougie stared entranced by the boy, who was hidden from ground level view in his secret smoking pit. Tattered Puma shoes just visible from under his brown robes.
As his lips closed around the cigarette, Dougie couldn’t help but notice the boy’s chiselled jaw line highlighted by light sideburns. The glint of a subtle eyebrow stud also visible.
Someone just like him he thought, although the chances of that boy being gay were slim he looked far from that way inclined judging by his vice grip on the cigarette. When the boy had regretfully come to the very last bit of his cigarette, he threw it down and stubbed it out viciously with his toe, before hauling himself up and strolling back towards the house.
Dougie’s mouth curled into a small smile as the boy strode back confidently, his robes catching gently between his legs as he went. It looked so inviting…….
”What are you staring at my child?”
The voice brought Dougie back to his senses and he wheeled around, heart jumping in his chest.
An old priest hovered in the doorway surveying Dougie, a puzzled look on his face. Caught for words, Dougie barely managed “I” before,
”Ah yes, it is a beautiful cemetery, isn’t it my child? Dates back five centuries”, chortled the priest apparently thrilled Dougie had taken an interest.
”Saved by the bell” thought Dougie before replying,
”Eh, yeah, yeah, its em…….it’s nice”.
”Anyway, Mr. em, Poynter” with a glance at his list, “Its time for your first counsel with Fr. Francis. If you wouldn’t mind changing into your supplied robes, ‘civil’ clothes are no longer permitted. Fr. Francis is expecting you in 5 minutes down in the prayer room”.
As the door clicked shut, “fuck” was all Dougie could mutter before turning back to the window. The boy was gone. “FUCK!” he spat, and kicked his bag viciously before pulling his shirt over his head and pulling on the starchy robes.
*
Dougie sat awkwardly in the prayer room, arranging and rearranging his robes around him so they wouldn’t itch as much. The prayer room was much like his own, minus the bed, instead 2 straight backed chairs sat opposite a big window. He sat anxiously, wondering what kind of probing personal questions he was about to asked. He glanced out the window. Dougie was now on the third floor of the building and all that was visible was the other side of the building, its windows facing his. The door open suddenly and a taller, sullen looking priest entered. Dougie stood up and offered a hand in gesture.
”SIT DOWN BOY!”
”Oh I’m……I’m sorry, sir” Dougie responded very taken aback.
”And from now on you will address me as Father, is that clear?”
Dougie nodded painfully, running a confused hand through his hair. The priest took the seat opposite him and scanned Dougie disapprovingly up and down.
”I have met your kind before boy.”
” My kind?!”
”DON’T SPEAK UNLESS YOU ARE SPOKEN TO! Yes, I have met your kind. Blasphemous fiends, intent on twisting the Lord’s natural order with your foul ways. Your mother is despairing and I for one do not blame her. Filth! That is what you are”.
”NOW JUST HOLD ON A SECOND! I……….”
”SILENCE!”
Dougie shot back in his chair after rising momentarily to retaliate. Frustrated he turned his attention to the window.
”I will now read a chapter from the Old Testament. The story of Adam and Eve to be exact, God’s ideal. Your attention is paramount”.
The priest’s voice soon became a blur of dull noise as Dougie continued to stare, combing the opposite windows for any sign of life. Until he did a double take, at the sixth window. There he was, the boy from earlier! Dougie once again stared transfixed at the boy who began to……..Dougie blinked hard, the boy was unbuckling his belt.
Dougie glanced back at Fr. Francis for a second. He was still engrossed in his passage. Dougie turned back quickly to watch the boy.
The boy let his trousers fall and removed his robes over his head.
Dougie gave another glance back.
The boy stood in his boxers and gave a quick scan out his window, not noticing Dougie practically drooling up at him.
Dougie gave yet another rushed glance back to Fr. Francis, satisfied he was still busy reading.
The boy, too satisfied no one was watching, (little did he know), returned to removing his boxers. As they fell to the floor he let his left hand slide up the nearest wall, steadying himself. He then grabbed hold of his own cock practically shaking with sexual tension. He let hand slid up and down his length and his mouth shot open in ecstasy.
So did Dougie’s not believing what he was seeing, making him squirm in his chair. He too was getting hard. His shifting caused Fr. Francis to glare at him.
”Something the matter boy?”
Dougie jumped. “Sorry?” he gasped tearing his gaze away from the boy. “Oh, no, no…..its just…..its so hard…..hard hitting I mean….the piece, the piece, eh yeah!”
”Yes it is and you stood be learning from it”, he continued reading.
Dougie’s eyes flew back to the window and upon the boy again. The boy rubbed his cock vigorously as if it were between life or death. His eyes closed, mouth gasping for breath. His left hand slipped up the wall as his palms grew sweaty.
Dougie’s cock throbbed hard now and his own breathing had become quick. Fr. Francis finished reading and looked up to see Dougie’s attention elsewhere, a light sweat forming on his brow.
”Boy have you been listening to a word I’ve been saying?!”
Dougie jumped and quickly grabbed the nearest bible, slamming it down over his rock solid erection, hiding it from view.