Just Worth It/Drabble
Just Worth It
Fletcher/Jones
1/1
NC-17
His face is pushed deep into the pillow, teeth biting at the cotton case . He wants to scream, wants to yell, but he can’t. He must stay quiet, can’t make a sound. The walls of the hotel are paper thin, Dougie and Harry in the next room, doing God knows what themselves.
Danny’s strained groans flow from the his kiss swollen lips into Tom’s ears. Causing him to whimper helplessly into the pillow, biting at it harder as he feels Danny’s blunt nails digging into the skin of his hips. Danny leans over Tom’s back, changing his angle, slamming into that spot over and over, mouth planting sloppy kisses along his spine and Tom feels it. The familiar warmth building in his stomach and starting to spread. It won't be long now and he knows it.
But Danny is first to fall, his thrusts no longer synchronized, no longer in a rhythm, just sporadic movements as he presses his chest into Tom‘s back, incoherent words falling from his mouth, sticking to the blonds sweaty skin. Tom isn’t far behind, his body going ridged, under Danny’s weight, muscles burring as he comes.
His arms aren't strong enough to hold both he and the brunette, they tremble before giving out, laying him flat out on top of the dirty sheets, knowing it should bother him, gross him out just a little, but when he hears Danny breathing heavily in his ear, lips against his temple, he can’t bring himself to care.