Just Experimenting - Poynter-Jay - 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 2/6
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 guys, this is the multiparing smut fest I promised! Hope its as good as the last one! Lol. A bit of something for everyone, I think I have almost every pairing covered in this so enjoy, something a bit different this time lol hope its ok!!. 'Current' is during the Wembley show of the Motion In The Ocean tour. Italics is current, normal is flashback, I know it is usually the other way around but there is so much 'flashback' it seemed silly. ENJOY!!!!!! SECOND PART OMG!!! LOL HERE YOU GO GUYS!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know, Don't insinuate, So Don't sue!
Dedication: All the amazing people who commented my first fic, hope you like this. You gave me the confidence to post this!! .
Matt smirked at Danny as he took the microphone the guitarist was offering him. His eyes scanned the stage and he nodded to Harry, who grinned widely before his gaze finally came to rest on the youngest member of McFly. Dougie’s eyes were shining with excitement and adrenaline and he shot Matt a smile that almost made Matt’s knees melt beneath him. God that smile.
Dougie stumbled out of what would be known as the lounge, when it had furniture in it, panting, sweat dripping from his once spiked hair which was now lying flat upon his forehead. McFly had officially been official for seven hours and that in their book had meant seven hours of none stop drinking and partying.
“Hey” Dougie spun round and looked into the room that would be the kitchen, which currently contained the only piece of furniture in the whole house. A rather tacky plastic topped table. Matt Willis was grinning at Dougie from where he sat on said table, t-shirt long ago discarded because of the heat, a light shimmer of perspiration showing on his upper body. Dougie swallowed audibly.
“Hey” Dougie shot back over his shoulder as he all but ran to the stairs. He was the horniest he had ever been, he hadn’t had the opportunity to relieve himself for three days and that situation was not being helped by him being surrounded by very attractive half naked bodies. Dougie was half way upstairs when an idea began to form in his alcohol tainted mind. He flew back down the stairs and into the kitchen skidding to a halt in front of Matt.
Matt looked down at Dougie stood in front of him and watched as an evil smile began to spread across the bassists face. Slightly nervous he ran his hand up his chest to the back of his neck and cleared his throat unable to ignore the effect that smile was having on him, especially inside his jeans. Dougie’s blood pounded with lust as he stepped in between Matt’s legs and snaked his arm around the older mans neck, jerking his face down so it was mere millimetres from his own. Matt swallowed and ran his tongue over his dry lips. Dougie waited, the heat in the room doubling, the windows to their left already becoming steamed up.
Matt felt Dougie’s breath ghosting along his face and finally snapped. He closed the gap between them and pressed a bruising kiss to Dougie’s lips. Dougie moaned and Matt used the opportunity to force his tongue into Dougie’s mouth, exploring the hot cavern he found. Dougie melted into Matt’s body, both arms finding their way around his neck as Matt pulled Dougie upwards and into his body so Dougie’s feet left the floor and eventually his knees were touching the edge of the table.
Dougie broke the kiss and pushed Matt backwards crawling slowly up his body stopping at his hips, straddling them and pressing down lightly. Matt gasped at the pressure on his groin and felt his jeans tightening further. Dougie swivelled his hips experimentally and enjoyed the groan the tumbled from Matt’s swollen lips. He pushed down again, the sudden friction making them both cry out in ecstasy. Matt leant forward and crushed his lips against Dougie’s again, bucking his hips up leaving Dougie helplessly writhing in pleasure on his lap. He tugged the bottom of Dougie’s shirt up, breaking their kiss to remove the restricting piece of material. Dougie leant forward to catch his lips again but Matt moved first pressing kisses down Dougie’s neck, sucking hard on the protruding edge of the young mans collar bone causing Dougie to whimper in sweet agony and grind his hips into Matt desperate for relief.
Matt continued to kiss down the young mans chest, tongue moving in small circles teasing the skin around the nipple, slowly moving inwards until Dougie gasped with pleasure and dug his nails into Matt’s back as Matt grazed the hardened nub with the tip of his tongue. Lost in pleasure Dougie failed to notice Matt loosening the belt on his shorts and undoing the zip though he could hardly fail to notice when a blisteringly hot hand closed about his painfully hard cock causing him to throw his head back with a silent scream of pleasure.
“Like that?” Dougie nodded his head dropping forward onto Matt’s shoulder, the pleasure coursing through his veins draining his energy entirely. “You’ll like it even more if you slip these off” Matt tugged pointedly at the waistband of Dougie’s shorts and Dougie, reluctant to lose the immense pleasure whimpered slightly before sliding to the floor and ridding himself of his remaining clothing. He stood, watching impatiently as Matt lay back on the table and agonisingly slowly pushed his jeans and boxers off his hips, down his legs, kicking them onto the floor along with his trainers.
When he was finally finished Dougie scrambled back onto the table and straddled Matt again, a leg on each side. Matt pulled him higher so Dougie was sat upon his chest and closed his hand lightly over the young mans arousal once again. Dougie groaned in pleasure and frustration, the volume increasing as Matt began to move his hand laboriously over his hard on. Dougie could feel his orgasm building in his stomach and bucked his hips forward Matt’s grasp desperate for more friction. Matt looked up and tutted slightly.
“A bit eager Mr Poynter” he spoke with a low drawl which only made Dougie more turned on and he whimpered desperately trying to spur Matt on. Matt smirked and ran his thumb slowly over the tip of Dougie’s cock. Dougie’s breathing hitched but his moan of pleasure was cut short as Matt pushed him to the side and then knelt up beside him. Dougie looked up at him and saw a hungry glint shining in his eyes. Dougie couldn’t help but whimper in need, desperate for the relief Matt’s gaze was promising.
Matt shoved two fingers into Dougie’s mouth and Dougie began to suck, rolling his tongue around the digits coating them with his saliva. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as pre-come began to ooze from the tip of Matt’s throbbing hard on and he sucked hard on the fingers, arousal building again in his stomach, a fresh surge of blood engorging his cock.
Matt smiled at the hard, squirming boy beneath him and withdrew his fingers from Dougie’s hot mouth with a wet ‘pop’ that made Dougie groan with expectation. Matt gripped Dougie’s hips and pulled him to his hands and knees. With one hand he parted Dougie’s ass cheeks then rubbed the saliva slicked fingers over the sensitive skin around Dougie’s opening. Dougie pushed back desperate to urge Matt on. Matt laughed then plunged one finger into Dougie’s tight hole gasping as the warmth surrounded his digit. He moved it slowly then inserted another scissoring his fingers to widen the opening. Suddenly Dougie gasped and Matt felt the wave of pleasure wracking the young mans body. He brushed his fingers over the same spot and laughed loudly at Dougie’s desperate moan.
He removed his fingers, smirking at Dougie’s whimper of disappointment. He spat on his palm and began to move it teasingly over his own hard on throwing his head back in pleasure. Dougie curious as to what was taking so long turned his head and was unable to stifle the moan that escaped his lips at the sight of Matt pleasuring himself, head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed, stomach muscles flexing desperately beneath taught skin. Matt opened his eyes at the noise and locked his gaze with Dougie. Chuckling slightly he moved forward, placing his aching cock at Dougie’s entrance and began to push.
Matt gasped in pleasure and it took all his self control to refrain from coming as Dougie’s hot, tight passage clamped around his arousal. Dougie groaned in pain but Matt paid no heed and began to move his hips backwards then thrust into Dougie again. This time Dougie’s moan was of pure pleasure, the feeling of pain instantly diminished. Matt continued to thrust in, his movements growing erratic as he felt the intense pleasure soaring thorough his veins, making his head spin. He felt the body below his shudder and give out a long moan of ecstasy and he guessed he had hit Dougie’s prostate. Eyes closed in total euphoria he reached blindly around Dougie and grasped the boy’s impossibly hard cock. Dougie moaned again, the thrill of Matt’s repeated assault on his prostate, coupled with his erratic movement on his cock was making Dougie’s head swirl, his grip on the table tightening, turning his knucles white, as his head lolled and he backed his ass up to meet Matt's thrusts, unable to concentrate on anything but the total pleasure engulfing him.
Dougie could hold off no longer and with a strangled moan of pleasure he shot load after load, coating Matt’s hand with creamy fluid. Matt thrust deep into Dougie, the boys own juices lubricating his hand as he milked Dougie. White shone before his eyes as he reached the edge of pleasure and tipped over shooting his load deep inside Dougie hitting the boy’s prostate again making an exhausted cry fall from orgasm exhausted lips to mingle with Matt’s own shout of ecstasy as he released.
Matt collapsed onto Dougie’s back; knocking what oxygen the boy had managed to accumulate in his lungs back out as they both hit the table which gave out an almighty crack.
After a few moments of lying, still connected, attempting to get their breathing back to normal, Matt pulled away from Dougie and gingerly climbed off the table. Pulling on his boxers he staggered to the boxes at the side of the room and pulled out what looked like a dish cloth. He handed it to Dougie, who slid off the table and cleaned himself up. Matt pulled his jeans and trainers back on and then went to help wipe the table clean of the sweat and cum they had deposited on its surface. Both boys froze as their eyes rested upon a huge crack in the table’s plastic surface. Matt looked at Dougie, who eventually shrugged and turned to pull his clothes back on before staggering out of the room and falling asleep on the bags of clothes in the hall.
The following morning Dougie stumbled into the kitchen, feeling decidedly unclean under his clothes with a splitting headache and a sore back. He found the other three in the kitchen, Harry and Danny leaning against one wall practically holding each other up, Tom staring in disbelief at the kitchen table. Dougie practically fell into Danny who gripped the younger boy’s arms and held him steady. Dougie sighed and rested his whole body against Danny letting his eyes slide shut.
“Guys…” Tom’s voice caught their attention and Dougie opened his eyes, letting them rest on a puzzled looking Tom. “Why is there a giant crack in our new kitchen table?”