Stop The Tears [Graphic McFly Slash] Parts 2 & 3
Title: Stop The Tears
Slash/Het? Slash
Pairing: JuddJones
Warnings: Graphic yes plz
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to I don't own them and keep um as pets, but I do own any characters that I have made up myself
Rating: 18
Dedications To my one true love Laura
Author’s notes: It is a bit AU as they still live in the house and Dougie’s not a transsexual called Martha, Tom’s not a Greek sex god, Harry’s not a virgin and Danny is thick as two short planks, but that is why we love him...
“Forget I said anything yeah?” putting all his weight onto his feet Harry tried to push himself up and off the bed, trying to shake off Danny’s clinging form only to be dragged back down.
“No, tell me please?”
Harry tried but he just couldn’t ignore those glittering blue eyes that seemed to invade his soul just with one flutter of those long eyelashes. Shuffling about nervously on the bed he took one deep breath before practically whispering his reply. “It’s be hypocritical cause I…well you see…I’m gay…I think I mean… I’ve never kissed a guy before or anything like that but just yeah…” pausing for breath he asked pitifully “Can I go now?”
“If you want Haz, but if you wanna talk then I’m here, I went through all this to. Thanks mate” Danny smiled up at Harry, watching him leave the room and close the door lightly behind him.
Shutting his bedroom door he flung himself onto his bed. Harry lay back against the navy pillow’s letting his head rest there trying to take in everything that had happened, but he knew that he couldn’t. Closing his eyes his hand slipped down the front of his body heading straight for his currently limp cock. Sliding his right hand towards his belt buckle he flicked it off with one swift movement. Slowly and deliberately he unzipped his fly, pushing his jeans down over his slim hips, pushing them to his ankles and kicking them off onto the floor with a muffled thud. Taking the waistband of his boxers firmly in his grasp he tugged them down over his burning flesh throwing them off the end of his feet towards the pile of washing stacked against his wall.
His hand slipped back to his cock, the cold air making it perk up already. Taking the flesh firmly in his right hand he started to stroke his dick feeling it getting harder with each stroke, moans emanating from his chest, filling the room.
Opening one eye wide as another moan filled the air, one that didn’t originate from his lungs he saw Danny stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light. His hand placed firmly down the front of his jeans, stroking his own cock. With a grin he stepped forward, shutting Harry’s bedroom door and locking it behind him with his spare hand. Striding across the room, moon light flitting across the floor he stood at the end of Harry’s bed, his gaze following the thick trail of black hair from his belly button down the cock grasped firmly in his hand.
“Mind if I join you?”
Unable to talk Harry nodded his head. Eyes twinkling with mischief he hastingly undid his jeans, yanking them down past his firm thighs, taking his boxers with them. Kneeling down on the bed he crawled across so that he was laying flush next to Harry, turning his head he gave him the most dazzling smile before Harry felt his hand moved away from his throbbing member and replaced with Danny’s calloused hands working their way up to the top of his cock, rubbing across the leaking tip. His hips bucking forward and the moans began getting louder. While one of his hand gripped at the sheet the other snaked across Danny’s hip bone, brushing across the thick black nest of hair keeping the base of his cock warm and Harry began to imitate Danny’s actions, brushing a firm hand up and down the wrinkled flesh. Both getting faster, their breathing matching the speed their hands moved, Harry bit down on his lip, while Danny’s mouth opened and closed, sounds coming from deep with his chest. Both felt the boiling feeling in the pit of their stomachs, Harry came first and Danny followed on shortly after, their cum covering each others hands, orgasms hanging in the air.
Harry let go of Danny’s now limp cock and wiped his hand on the navy duvet, staining it with semen. Danny’s head dropped back against the pillows, breathing still ragged and Harry’s warm cum covering his hand, subconsciously wiping it on the sheets as well.
“Well that was…”
Danny placed one finger on Harry’s lips silencing him before rolling off the bed, collecting his clothes from the floor he turned his back on Harry and left his room. Stopping at the door he turned his head back with a misty eyed grin and finished the sentence “amazing”