Just Experimenting - Poynter-Judd - Smut - 18
Title: Just Experimenting...
Author:Me (watchthehorns)
Rating:Major Sex so erm 18
Pairings:Poynter Jones, Poynter Judd, Poynter Fletcher, Poynter Jay, Jones Judd, Jones Fletcher, Judd Fletcher
Genre: SMUT!!
Part: Chapter 5
Summary: Sex is an excellent form of stress relief. So how do relieve stress when there are absolutely no girls around? Well no girls quite as hot as the band mate standing next to you. Answer...
A/N: Okay next bit, I've put these two together as the first one is annoyingly short! ENJOY PEEPS!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know, Don't insinuate, So Don't sue!
Dedication: yaoi4yuri because I LOVE HER AND THERE IS PUDD!
Harry stared out into the screaming crowd below him, his eyes slowly travelling backwards from the very top of the arena right down to the sweaty grinning band mates in front of him. His grin widened as he saw Dougie’s mouth close around the rim of his water bottle, forming the perfect ‘o’ whilst his tongue darted out to feel the embrace of the cool liquid. Harry sighed in satisfaction and allowed himself to remember a time when that perfect mouth had been put to very different use.
Harry groaned and slowly dragged his eyes across the television screen towards the small object currently dancing wildly on the side table. He was in the process of convincing himself to ignore it when a hard jab in his side caught his attention. Turning his head again, this time to the right he saw Dougie glaring at him through sleep soaked eyes then looking pointedly at the phone. With an overdramatic sigh Harry heaved himself from his extremely comfortable position on the sofa and staggered, slightly light headed from the sudden change, over to the offending object.
*MUM* flashed on the cheerfully lit little screen and Harry bit back a groan of frustration, he wasn’t sure how many more times his mother was going to ring and complain about something he or one of the others had said on telly but he wasn’t sure if he could be held responsible for his actions if it continued much longer.
“Hi Mum” his attempt to sound cheery rang hollow in his own ears but thankfully she either didn’t hear it or chose to ignore it.
“Darling” oh no there was an unmistakable wheedle in her voice which set alarms bells blasting in his brain, she wanted a favour, and from the use of ‘darling’ it was a nasty favour.
“Hmm”
“You know your cousin” which bloody cousin?
“Hmm”
“Well your aunt and I were wondering if you could, you know, have a talk with him, we felt it would be better coming from someone of a similar age” about what for Christ’s sake, the weather?
“About?”
“Well you see Darling” again with the ‘Darling’. “We found some magazines of a rather unsavoury nature in his room and we wanted you to explain that sex is intended to be the consummation of ones love for each other not a quick way to relieve tension” Harry felt his face burn, if only she knew his favourite method of tension relief. He looked over at Dougie who was had nodded off again in front of the film they were watching, Harry couldn’t even remember the title.
“Erm, yeah sure, I’ll ring him when I get a minute.”
“Oh but he’s here now and you can’t be all that busy at this time of night sweetie” ‘sweetie’ at least it was a change from ‘Darling’
“Oh, right, well put him on” the phone line went quiet and he assumed his mother hand gone to fetch said cousin for his talking to. Harry sighed and plonked himself down on the second sofa, eyes ghosting slowly over Dougie, lying in semi darkness, curtains shielding them from the heat outside.
His eyes fell onto Dougie’s bare chest; a slight sheen glistening over the tanned skin, Harry licked his lips subconsciously and shifted slightly in his seat suddenly very aware of every item of clothing he was wearing. He allowed his eyes to travel lower, reaching the younger mans stomach, the muscles below the surface flexing with his breathing causing Harry’s skin to prickle all over with desire. Following the perfect treasure trail down the boy’s abdomen to his boxers, Harry had to suppress a groan as his eyes lighted upon the significant bulge in Dougie’s low riding shorts. His own jeans suddenly felt uncomfortably tight and he was just reaching down to reposition himself when a voice in his ear made him jump and look around wide eyed.
Eventually he realised the phone was still pressed tightly to his ear and it was his cousin speaking.
“Hi Harry” the young man tried again.
“Hi, so erm, your mum wants me to talk to you” Harry sank his head onto the back of the couch and shut his eyes tight, trying to concentrate on the task in hand and not on the images of half naked band mates floating through his head or the nagging throb in his groin.
“Yeah, she found my porn” there was a nervous giggle from the other end of the phone and Harry smiled at how much it sounded like Dougie’s when he had first met him, how on earth had that quirky fifteen year old become the extremely attractive young man currently causing the constriction of his jeans?
“Don’t worry, it’s happened to us all” Harry was having trouble trying to work out how to phrase his next question. “Erm, have you erm, been in a relationship?”
Harry heard the young man begin to answer when suddenly he felt an added pressure on his groin and his head snapped forward eyes wide. The image before him nearly made him cream instantly. Dougie, hair tousled from a fitful nap on the couch, eyes wide and gleaming, was on his knees between Harry’s spread legs, smiling innocently up at him as he expertly unclasped Harry’s belt, running his hand teasingly over the jean clad bulge he found there.
“Harry?” Harry bit back a moan, of both frustration and pleasure as he realised he still had his cousin on the phone, whilst Dougie slid his hands up the inside of Harry’s thighs applying light pressure with the pads of his thumbs, just enough to make Harry squirm. Eye contact never breaking Harry watched as Dougie popped the button on his jeans and then took the zip in his mouth and drew it down agonisingly slowly, Harry could feel every single tooth of the zip being released and the blood began to pound in his ears as his arousal grew and he bucked his hips up impatiently.
“Sorry, erm, c-could you say th-that again, the line went funny” Harry stammered, watching Dougie’s eyes gleam with mischief as he pushed open Harry’s jeans and ran his hand over the tent in Harry’s boxers. Harry bit his lip hard, tasting blood as Dougie’s thumb skimmed over the head of his cock, the thin fabric covering doing nothing to lessen the sensation.
“I’ve been in a relationship, but erm we never, you know did it or anything”
“Mhmm” Harry replied “Are you gonna wait or were you just not ready” he managed to get out, stomach churning as Dougie gripped the waistband of his jeans and boxers and slid them slowly down his hips. Harry lifted his arse to allow Dougie to remove them but Dougie left them bunched around his thighs enhancing the fact that they had been lowered and the position Harry was now in.
“I don’t know, I really want to try it but I guess I don’t know if I’m ready”
Harry ‘hmmed’ down the phone as Dougie lent forward on his knees, hands resting on Harry’s thighs thumbs pressing the insides just before his crotch. Harry was about to continue with his reply when he had to bite down hard on his hand to prevent himself from crying out as Dougie blew cold air over his painfully hard arousal. Harry was just recovering when he felt Dougie’s tongue whip the end of his cock, collecting the pre-come gathered their. Dougie sat back and licked his lips slowly, spreading the pearly liquid across his mouth then groaning in satisfaction at the taste. Dougie lent back to allow Harry to see his now fully hard cock, tenting his boxers and slowly began to palm himself, one hand still gripping Harry’s thigh.
Harry whimpered desperately his arousal heightening as the air being circulated around the room by the fan in the corner caressed his hard on.
Dougie looked at him through lust filled eyes and lent forward again, Harry watched him through half lidded eyes waiting for Dougie to take him in his mouth but instead Dougie slid his tongue down the throbbing vein under Harry’s cock making him buck his hips again groaning in frustration. He gripped the back of Dougie’s head, fingers twisting through his hair, and attempted to force him to take him in his mouth but Dougie resisted, running his tongue back up Harry’s cock right to the tip then blowing cool air on the swollen head. Harry’s cock twitched and he let out his first uncontrolled moan of satisfaction. Spurred on by Harry’s obvious lack of control Dougie flicked his thumb over the throbbing head of Harry’s arousal eliciting another loud moan of pleasure as Harry bucked his hips up involuntarily desperate for more contact.
“Please Doug” Harry whimpered, face flushed, eyes pleading, desperate for relief. Dougie smirked up at him and then lent down again, he pursed his lips and gently kissed the tip of Harry’s hard on swirling his tongue over the end.
“Doug…” Harry’s moan of frustration was cut short as Dougie’s hot mouth engulfed his cock, massaging the sides with his tongue then pulling back to suck hard on the head. Harry felt his stomach beginning to clench already and new he wouldn’t last long. As Dougie began to bob his head Harry moaned loudly, putting gentle pressure on the back of Dougie’s head to keep him from pulling back and teasing him again. Dougie slowed his movements and Harry looked lazily down when he suddenly felt Dougie’s throat muscles flex as he swallowed and took Harry deep into his throat. Harry let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips up again unable to hold them against the sofa as pleasure washed through his veins.
Dougie let out a load moan of pleasure as he reached his own climax, creamy juice coating his hand as he slid his fingers up and down his cock flicking his thumb over the head, the vibrations bringing Harry even closer to orgasm, his thighs shaking from the tension, his stomach swirling with the intense pleasure. Dougie’s teeth grazed the vein on the underside of Harry’s over sensitive arousal and he moaned wantonly, the pitch rising as Dougie began to suck feverishly on the head of Harry’s arousal, tipping him over the edge. White flashed before Harry’s eyes as he felt the pleasure overload in his system as his stomach clenched and his body stiffened as he released himself into Dougie’s hot, waiting mouth.
Dougie continued to suck lightly on Harry’s softening length as Harry came down from his high. As Dougie finally let him slide from his mouth Harry was brought out of his comfortable after glow by a voice in his ear. Pain shot through the side of his head and his right hand as he loosened his vice like grip on the phone and removed it from where it had been pressed tightly to his skull.
“Harry, what on earth is going on, your cousin came to fetch me, he was quite worried, said you were moaning, sounded like you were in pain. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine” Harry glared at Dougie who looked up at him through glazed eyes head resting on Harry’s thigh.
“Well alright dear, I’ll get your cousin to call you back tomorrow, please try and have that talk with him”
“Sure” Harry grimaced at the thought and then realised the phone pressed to his ear had gone dead. He slumped down on the couch slightly and glared at Dougie who was now drawing lazy patterns on Harry’s naked thigh.
“What was that about?” Dougie’s tone was nonchalant but there was a wicked smile playing around his pink, swollen lips.
“I had to give my cousin a talk on sex being to confirm love not as a quick way to get rid of tension” Harry heard Dougie snort.
“You’re hardly the person to lecture on sex for anything other than tension relief now are you Haz?” Dougie smirked as he swept his eyes meaningfully over Harry’s dishevelled state.
“Oh, now you’re gonna get it Poynter” Harry scowled, making to pounce on the young man below him but remembering too late that his jeans were inhibiting movement and found himself face down on the floor next to Dougie who burst into fits of giggles.
“Haz?” Tom’s voice sounded from the door, “What are you doing face down on the floor?” Harry growled into the carpet
Author:Me (watchthehorns)
Rating:Major Sex so erm 18
Pairings:Poynter Jones, Poynter Judd, Poynter Fletcher, Poynter Jay, Jones Judd, Jones Fletcher, Judd Fletcher
Genre: SMUT!!
Part: Chapter 5
Summary: Sex is an excellent form of stress relief. So how do relieve stress when there are absolutely no girls around? Well no girls quite as hot as the band mate standing next to you. Answer...
A/N: Okay next bit, I've put these two together as the first one is annoyingly short! ENJOY PEEPS!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know, Don't insinuate, So Don't sue!
Dedication: yaoi4yuri because I LOVE HER AND THERE IS PUDD!
Harry stared out into the screaming crowd below him, his eyes slowly travelling backwards from the very top of the arena right down to the sweaty grinning band mates in front of him. His grin widened as he saw Dougie’s mouth close around the rim of his water bottle, forming the perfect ‘o’ whilst his tongue darted out to feel the embrace of the cool liquid. Harry sighed in satisfaction and allowed himself to remember a time when that perfect mouth had been put to very different use.
Harry groaned and slowly dragged his eyes across the television screen towards the small object currently dancing wildly on the side table. He was in the process of convincing himself to ignore it when a hard jab in his side caught his attention. Turning his head again, this time to the right he saw Dougie glaring at him through sleep soaked eyes then looking pointedly at the phone. With an overdramatic sigh Harry heaved himself from his extremely comfortable position on the sofa and staggered, slightly light headed from the sudden change, over to the offending object.
*MUM* flashed on the cheerfully lit little screen and Harry bit back a groan of frustration, he wasn’t sure how many more times his mother was going to ring and complain about something he or one of the others had said on telly but he wasn’t sure if he could be held responsible for his actions if it continued much longer.
“Hi Mum” his attempt to sound cheery rang hollow in his own ears but thankfully she either didn’t hear it or chose to ignore it.
“Darling” oh no there was an unmistakable wheedle in her voice which set alarms bells blasting in his brain, she wanted a favour, and from the use of ‘darling’ it was a nasty favour.
“Hmm”
“You know your cousin” which bloody cousin?
“Hmm”
“Well your aunt and I were wondering if you could, you know, have a talk with him, we felt it would be better coming from someone of a similar age” about what for Christ’s sake, the weather?
“About?”
“Well you see Darling” again with the ‘Darling’. “We found some magazines of a rather unsavoury nature in his room and we wanted you to explain that sex is intended to be the consummation of ones love for each other not a quick way to relieve tension” Harry felt his face burn, if only she knew his favourite method of tension relief. He looked over at Dougie who was had nodded off again in front of the film they were watching, Harry couldn’t even remember the title.
“Erm, yeah sure, I’ll ring him when I get a minute.”
“Oh but he’s here now and you can’t be all that busy at this time of night sweetie” ‘sweetie’ at least it was a change from ‘Darling’
“Oh, right, well put him on” the phone line went quiet and he assumed his mother hand gone to fetch said cousin for his talking to. Harry sighed and plonked himself down on the second sofa, eyes ghosting slowly over Dougie, lying in semi darkness, curtains shielding them from the heat outside.
His eyes fell onto Dougie’s bare chest; a slight sheen glistening over the tanned skin, Harry licked his lips subconsciously and shifted slightly in his seat suddenly very aware of every item of clothing he was wearing. He allowed his eyes to travel lower, reaching the younger mans stomach, the muscles below the surface flexing with his breathing causing Harry’s skin to prickle all over with desire. Following the perfect treasure trail down the boy’s abdomen to his boxers, Harry had to suppress a groan as his eyes lighted upon the significant bulge in Dougie’s low riding shorts. His own jeans suddenly felt uncomfortably tight and he was just reaching down to reposition himself when a voice in his ear made him jump and look around wide eyed.
Eventually he realised the phone was still pressed tightly to his ear and it was his cousin speaking.
“Hi Harry” the young man tried again.
“Hi, so erm, your mum wants me to talk to you” Harry sank his head onto the back of the couch and shut his eyes tight, trying to concentrate on the task in hand and not on the images of half naked band mates floating through his head or the nagging throb in his groin.
“Yeah, she found my porn” there was a nervous giggle from the other end of the phone and Harry smiled at how much it sounded like Dougie’s when he had first met him, how on earth had that quirky fifteen year old become the extremely attractive young man currently causing the constriction of his jeans?
“Don’t worry, it’s happened to us all” Harry was having trouble trying to work out how to phrase his next question. “Erm, have you erm, been in a relationship?”
Harry heard the young man begin to answer when suddenly he felt an added pressure on his groin and his head snapped forward eyes wide. The image before him nearly made him cream instantly. Dougie, hair tousled from a fitful nap on the couch, eyes wide and gleaming, was on his knees between Harry’s spread legs, smiling innocently up at him as he expertly unclasped Harry’s belt, running his hand teasingly over the jean clad bulge he found there.
“Harry?” Harry bit back a moan, of both frustration and pleasure as he realised he still had his cousin on the phone, whilst Dougie slid his hands up the inside of Harry’s thighs applying light pressure with the pads of his thumbs, just enough to make Harry squirm. Eye contact never breaking Harry watched as Dougie popped the button on his jeans and then took the zip in his mouth and drew it down agonisingly slowly, Harry could feel every single tooth of the zip being released and the blood began to pound in his ears as his arousal grew and he bucked his hips up impatiently.
“Sorry, erm, c-could you say th-that again, the line went funny” Harry stammered, watching Dougie’s eyes gleam with mischief as he pushed open Harry’s jeans and ran his hand over the tent in Harry’s boxers. Harry bit his lip hard, tasting blood as Dougie’s thumb skimmed over the head of his cock, the thin fabric covering doing nothing to lessen the sensation.
“I’ve been in a relationship, but erm we never, you know did it or anything”
“Mhmm” Harry replied “Are you gonna wait or were you just not ready” he managed to get out, stomach churning as Dougie gripped the waistband of his jeans and boxers and slid them slowly down his hips. Harry lifted his arse to allow Dougie to remove them but Dougie left them bunched around his thighs enhancing the fact that they had been lowered and the position Harry was now in.
“I don’t know, I really want to try it but I guess I don’t know if I’m ready”
Harry ‘hmmed’ down the phone as Dougie lent forward on his knees, hands resting on Harry’s thighs thumbs pressing the insides just before his crotch. Harry was about to continue with his reply when he had to bite down hard on his hand to prevent himself from crying out as Dougie blew cold air over his painfully hard arousal. Harry was just recovering when he felt Dougie’s tongue whip the end of his cock, collecting the pre-come gathered their. Dougie sat back and licked his lips slowly, spreading the pearly liquid across his mouth then groaning in satisfaction at the taste. Dougie lent back to allow Harry to see his now fully hard cock, tenting his boxers and slowly began to palm himself, one hand still gripping Harry’s thigh.
Harry whimpered desperately his arousal heightening as the air being circulated around the room by the fan in the corner caressed his hard on.
Dougie looked at him through lust filled eyes and lent forward again, Harry watched him through half lidded eyes waiting for Dougie to take him in his mouth but instead Dougie slid his tongue down the throbbing vein under Harry’s cock making him buck his hips again groaning in frustration. He gripped the back of Dougie’s head, fingers twisting through his hair, and attempted to force him to take him in his mouth but Dougie resisted, running his tongue back up Harry’s cock right to the tip then blowing cool air on the swollen head. Harry’s cock twitched and he let out his first uncontrolled moan of satisfaction. Spurred on by Harry’s obvious lack of control Dougie flicked his thumb over the throbbing head of Harry’s arousal eliciting another loud moan of pleasure as Harry bucked his hips up involuntarily desperate for more contact.
“Please Doug” Harry whimpered, face flushed, eyes pleading, desperate for relief. Dougie smirked up at him and then lent down again, he pursed his lips and gently kissed the tip of Harry’s hard on swirling his tongue over the end.
“Doug…” Harry’s moan of frustration was cut short as Dougie’s hot mouth engulfed his cock, massaging the sides with his tongue then pulling back to suck hard on the head. Harry felt his stomach beginning to clench already and new he wouldn’t last long. As Dougie began to bob his head Harry moaned loudly, putting gentle pressure on the back of Dougie’s head to keep him from pulling back and teasing him again. Dougie slowed his movements and Harry looked lazily down when he suddenly felt Dougie’s throat muscles flex as he swallowed and took Harry deep into his throat. Harry let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips up again unable to hold them against the sofa as pleasure washed through his veins.
Dougie let out a load moan of pleasure as he reached his own climax, creamy juice coating his hand as he slid his fingers up and down his cock flicking his thumb over the head, the vibrations bringing Harry even closer to orgasm, his thighs shaking from the tension, his stomach swirling with the intense pleasure. Dougie’s teeth grazed the vein on the underside of Harry’s over sensitive arousal and he moaned wantonly, the pitch rising as Dougie began to suck feverishly on the head of Harry’s arousal, tipping him over the edge. White flashed before Harry’s eyes as he felt the pleasure overload in his system as his stomach clenched and his body stiffened as he released himself into Dougie’s hot, waiting mouth.
Dougie continued to suck lightly on Harry’s softening length as Harry came down from his high. As Dougie finally let him slide from his mouth Harry was brought out of his comfortable after glow by a voice in his ear. Pain shot through the side of his head and his right hand as he loosened his vice like grip on the phone and removed it from where it had been pressed tightly to his skull.
“Harry, what on earth is going on, your cousin came to fetch me, he was quite worried, said you were moaning, sounded like you were in pain. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine” Harry glared at Dougie who looked up at him through glazed eyes head resting on Harry’s thigh.
“Well alright dear, I’ll get your cousin to call you back tomorrow, please try and have that talk with him”
“Sure” Harry grimaced at the thought and then realised the phone pressed to his ear had gone dead. He slumped down on the couch slightly and glared at Dougie who was now drawing lazy patterns on Harry’s naked thigh.
“What was that about?” Dougie’s tone was nonchalant but there was a wicked smile playing around his pink, swollen lips.
“I had to give my cousin a talk on sex being to confirm love not as a quick way to get rid of tension” Harry heard Dougie snort.
“You’re hardly the person to lecture on sex for anything other than tension relief now are you Haz?” Dougie smirked as he swept his eyes meaningfully over Harry’s dishevelled state.
“Oh, now you’re gonna get it Poynter” Harry scowled, making to pounce on the young man below him but remembering too late that his jeans were inhibiting movement and found himself face down on the floor next to Dougie who burst into fits of giggles.
“Haz?” Tom’s voice sounded from the door, “What are you doing face down on the floor?” Harry growled into the carpet