The Boys of Summer - Chapter 7
*gasp* pierre from simple plan is just singing in my ear!
a reset-song though. 'friend' = ♥
times like these i miss them!
anyway, aren't you surprised? i am updating! i found an hour today in which i am not doing anything so i figured i might as well do something for the common good of everybody and update my story. the things i do for my readers!
Title: The Boys of Summer
Author: me
Rating: PG-13 (for more … stuff)
Chapter: 7/16
Genre: AU - Romance
Pairing: Poynter/Judd yet again
Summary: Harry starts a new life …
Disclaimer: me no own, this no true
Dedication: everyone who read and commented on the last chapter … syphilisparade, juddpoynter, danni1112, roguecharmedone, iiriz, beckystark06, elphee, jedisnickers, orpheous87, star55, bffimagine, foreverlove_xx, imaginarymisery, juuanna, hidden_angel_07 and katybase
Author’s note: I think this is the longest chapter so far. I added a few parts to it the other night because I didn't really like it before.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Harry found it harder than expected to settle into his new life. Sam and especially Dougie tried their best and hardest to make Harry forget what had happened and move on. But Harry just couldn’t forget it, no matter how hard he tried telling himself that he did the right thing. Every night he laid awake for hours, thinking and remembering that certain night.
He had seen his father a few times and even though Mr Judd tried to hide it, Harry could see that he was far from his usual self. His father never mentioned his wife anymore and that alone let Harry know that the marriage of Mr and Mrs Judd had suffered immensely from the whole thing. Mrs Judd barely spoke to her own husband anymore, if she did only to keep up the image of the happily married couple. And even though Mr Judd detested the way his wife dealt with the whole thing, he couldn’t bring to himself to deteste her, the woman he met while still in school, who he had been with more than half his life, who he had three wonderful children with.
With every new time Harry saw his father he felt ten times worse than the time before. The marriage of his parents was nothing but a pile of shreds and it was all his fault. Harry knew he shouldn’t think that way and everyone around him, his father included, always pointed out that Harry wasn’t the one to blame but every time Harry heard it, he had a hard time believing it.
Harry had also seen his mother a few times when he and Dougie were outside, walking along the beach. The second Mrs Judd’s eyes landed on her son, she stared straight ahead and walked along, some times she even crossed the road. Everything to not be assiociated to her own child.
A few times Harry had been close to just run after her, block her way and confront her with the whole thing. Cause a scene in public and ask her what was going through her mind. He wanted to scream at her for involving his father into the whole thing, telling her to leave him out of it, that this was a battle they both had to fight out.
He wanted to tell her that he would be so much better off without her. That he had found a new home with a loving family that wasn’t even his but his boyfriend’s and that, one day, his mother’s behaviour would only fall back on her and then hit her a million times harder than the things she had done had hit Harry.
But even though everything played out well in his head, Harry never did any of the things he imagined. Instead he just did the same thing like his mother. He shot her a cold look before averting his eyes and walking ahead, away from her.
Two weeks after the fight with his mother, Harry was again laying on what now was his and Dougie’s bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. His father had been over for dinner, looking exhausted and worn out, like he had aged years in a day. Seeing his father like that left Harry in an uneasy state and just wouldn’t let him find peace to sleep.
Dougie was laying at his side, fast asleep. Harry smiled lovingly and wished he had his boyfriend’s easiness, that some of it would be wearing off on him.
Harry thought that maybe some fresh air would help him relax his mind so carefully he lifted Dougie’s arm from around his waist and got out of the bed. A thought struck him so before he left the room he got his mobile phone out from his jeans’ pocket.
Silently, he made his way through the house until he was out on the kitchen’s patio. Harry sat down on one of the chairs, took a deep breath and dialled a number he had wanted to dial for quite some time now.
There were a few rings before someone picked up on the other end. “Hello?” came the sleepy voice of a female.
“Joanne, it’s Harry.”
“Harry? It’s …” He heard sheets rustling before Joanne said in an alerted voice, “It’s almost four in the morning. Good god, are you alright?”
“Can I talk to Tom?”
“Sure. Hang in there a sec.”
There was more rustling of sheets and Joanne’s muffled voice before the phone was passed on.
“You better have a well good excuse now.” his brother muttered sleepily.
“Did dad talk to you?” Harry asked.
“We spoke yesterday. Not long though. He sounded a bit rough, wouldn’t say why though. What’s going on over there?”
Harry let out a breath. He had asked his father to not tell Tom about what had happened, he had wanted to do it himself. But until now, he never quite mustered up to courage to tell his brother about the past’s events. He knew Tom wouldn’t judge him on his sudden liking for boys but he still thought that he had let his older brother down in some way or the other.
“Loads.” Harry just answered, “You’ve got time?”
“Hang on.”
Again there was faint rustling on the other end of the line, followed by a few hushed words and creaking of a door and some floorboards. After a few moments, Thomas’ voice was heard again, louder this time.
“Okay little one, spill!”
“Mum and me had a fight. Only that ‘fight’ doesn’t even come halfway close.”
“What, did she found the cigarettes? Did you come home smashed?”
“Worse.” Harry sighed.
“Don’t make me beat it out of you. It’s too early for that.”
“She walked in on me making out with someone.”
“And she flipped on that? Oh please, that’s the -”
“It was another boy.” Harry interrupted.
Then there was a sudden silence. Dead silence. Harry held his breath and listened. Apparently, Thomas did the same since no sounds were heard from his end of the line.
“Okay.” was the first word Thomas got out after a while, “And …?”
“His name’s Dougie. We met on the day we got here and … he’s just perfect. I never met someone like him. He makes me feel things I never thought were even possible when he just looks at me.”
“Sounds like you’re in love.”
“I am.” Harry admitted.
“That’s great, I’m happy for you. Should’ve been knowing that you swung the other way earlier. You were always too concerned about your looks to be straight anyway. Always fussing with your hair and that stuff.”
“Oi!”
Thomas let out a short laugh. “You bloody well know it, little one. So, what happened with mum?”
“She completely freaked out. She threw Dougie out and then gave me a proper speech how I can’t be gay and all. Resulted in me packing and leaving the hotel and now I’m living with Dougie and his mum.”
“What about dad?”
“He took it quite cool. I think he suffers more from the way mum’s treating him right now though.”
“Bet he does. He sounded like he hasn’t slept for days when I spoke to him.”
“He most likely hasn’t. He’s here quite often. Mum doesn’t really want him around anymore. But you know what she’s like, as soon as they’re back home she’s gonna pretend nothing’s happened. She’ll rather shoot herself before she gets center of attention because she got divorced and her youngest is gay. I wouldn’t be surprised if she pretended I died just to get a few pity-parties thrown for her.”
“True. And you?”
“I quit boarding school. There’s no chance I will go back to that hellhole. I hated it there anyway.”
“I know, so did I. But I was speaking about mum. What about you and her?”
“I honestly can’t be arsed. She didn’t treat me like a mother so there’s no sense in me seeing her like one. I’m dead to her and she’s dead to me. I’d be fine if I never had to look at her face again.”
“That’s harsh, Harry.”
“No Tom, it’s just what she deserves.”
At that Thomas sighed. “You got yourself stuck in some deep shit this time.” he said after a while, not lecturing, just stating a fact, “I mean, what do you wanna do now? You’re just seventeen, you’ve got to finish school. How do you wanna do that? Where will you live?”
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk about with you.”
A pause.
“I’m listening.” Thomas said.
“Right. I thought I might could come live with you and Joanne. Don’t say ‘no’ right away, I’ve got this figured out. I thought I could go to some school at yours. I’ll get me a job as well. And dad insists on helping me out with money too. I’m gonna save up and then, once I’m done with school, I’ll leave to live with Dougie or at least somewhere closer to him.”
“That’s your masterplan?”
“Yeah. I mean, what else can I do? I can’t live on the streets. And it’s just for one year anyway.”
Again, Thomas sighed. “You know that mum will most likely disown me and rip me into pieces when she finds out about that, right?”
Harry smiled. He knew he had his brother on his side now. “Do you care?”
“Not particularly, no. Listen Harry, I can’t decide that on my own. If this was just me, you know you could come over right now and I wouldn’t care. But I have to talk to Jo and I’m gonna talk to dad again. Just … you know … to have them know.”
“Okay. Thanks, Tom.”
“No problem. And now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back into my bed. And you should do the same.”
“Right. Good night Tom.”
“Night little one.”
Harry finished the call and tossed his phone on the table. He kept sitting on the patio, leaning back in his chair, staring at the star-filled sky, not feeling like going to bed just yet. For the first time in weeks he felt at ease so he figured to relish that on his own for a while before going back to bed.
A good amount of time had passed until Harry suddenly felt some arms wrapping around his neck from behind, their warmth a sharp contrast to his skin that had cooled down rapidly without him even taking notice. A pair of hands settled on his chest, followed by a low whisper by his ear.
“If I remember correctly you didn’t want me ill the other day and forced me to go inside. You should practise what you preach, you know. You’re a human icecube.” Dougie chuckled.
Harry smiled and covered Dougie’s hands with his own, kissing them. The younger boy walked around the chair and sat down on Harry’s lap, immediately getting comfortable in his boyfriend’s embrace, his body heat radiating off him and warming them both at the same time.
“I’ve been talking to Tom.” Harry stated.
“How’d it go?”
“Alright.”
“You gonna live at his then?”
“Not officially yet. Tom wants to let his wife know first. But when she knows … yeah, I’ll live with them.”
Dougie craned his neck to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Good, I’m happy for you. It’s about time things work out for you.”
“They started to work out for me when I met you.”
“Aww, aren’t we just sappy?”
Harry poked Dougie’s ribs to which the younger let out a giggle. “I’m serious, Dougie. If I hadn’t met you, I never would have been able to stand up for myself in front of my mum. You gave me the strength to get through all of this.”
“If you hadn’t met me you wouldn’t even be in this mess, Harry.”
“Don’t say that. This is the best mess I ever got myself in. I mean, if I hadn’t met you, I still would be that boring seventeen-year-old boy who’s going to boarding school before attending some college and doing whatever his mum told him to do just to stay out of trouble. I would’ve married some girl just to please my mother and have three children who were probably stuck up since the day they were born. And before I even reached the age of 40 I would’ve been the unhappiest person on this godforsaken planet. What kind of life would that be?”
“Pathetic much?”
Harry nodded.
“Then thank god you found me!”
At this Harry laughed.
The two kept sitting in their position for a while longer, staring out into nothing and keeping each other warm.
“You wanna go back inside?” Harry asked after a while.
Dougie shook his head. “The sun comes up in just a bit. Let’s watch it rise for a change.”
“We can’t see the sunrise from here. We need to get to the other side of the house.”
“Our window then.”
“Well, get your arse up or we’ll miss it.”
Harry and Dougie got up and made their way through the house and up to their bedroom. They stood by the open window. Harry again behind Dougie, his arms wrapped tightly around the other boy, and at the same time keeping the duvet from the bed wrapped around them to keep them warm. They were both looking out to the horizon, waiting for the sun to fight its way upwards.
It didn’t take long and the first few rays made their way above the empty grounds the boys looked at. The dawn faded and more and more light took over the sky, welcoming a new day. The chilly air was replaced by the soft warmth of yet another summer day.
When the sun was fully up, Dougie leaned his head back on Harry’s shoulder and sighed. “I wish every day was like this. No more school, no more worries. Just you and me watching the sun coming up and going down and doing nothing inbetween. I’d never get bored of that.”
Harry nodded. “It’d be perfect.”
“Yeah.”
Dougie turned around in Harry’s arms until they were face to face. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and pulled his boyfriend even closer, never breaking eye-contact.
“I love you, Harry.”
Harry smiled. “I love you too, Dougie. So much.”
Their faces inched closer and their lips met in a kiss, their tongues immediately meeting in each other’s mouths. They held onto each other even tighter and it was Harry who carefully led them back to the bed, sinking down onto the mattress and pulling Dougie with him. He moved until Dougie was laying under him and started tracing soft kisses on his boyfriend’s neck.
By now the two of them had had several encounters like that. Still, they never took the whole way so far. The anticipation grew with every time and both of them were almost exploding by now.
It didn’t take long until Harry had shook off the duvet and shed both himself and Dougie of their tops and was planting featherlight kisses and touches on Dougie’s chest while Dougie’s hands roamed all over Harry’s chest, stomach and back, trying to touch every inch of naked skin at the same time.
Their movements against each other got more frantic with each passing second and when they ground their hips into each other both felt each other’s arousal below their waistlines. Usually, this was the point when one of them, Harry usually, would pull away, forcing them both to end. But not this morning.
Ever so slowly Dougie moved his hands down Harry’s back until they rested on the waistband of the elder’s pyjama bottoms, his fingers tugging at the elastic, teasing.
When Harry felt the touch on an area they both had tried to avoid in the past nights, he drew his lips from Dougie’s body looking down at the boy underneath him, who looked back at him with lust-filled eyes.
“I can’t wait anymore, Harry.” Dougie breathed out.
Harry only nodded before he went for Dougie’s lips again. At the same time his own hand moved lower on his boyfriend’s body until he reached the hem of Dougie’s pyjama bottoms. Almost in slow motion he started to tug at them, but not getting them off.
Harry drew his lips from Dougie’s at sat up. He looked down at Dougie who was visibly flushed and had a hard time to breathe.
“This is so the wrong time to stop, you know that?” Dougie gasped.
Harry just smiled and reached over to open a drawer of the nightstand, his chest only inches above Dougie’s face as he did so. Dougie craned his neck, trying to see what Harry was doing but his sight was blocked by his boyfriend’s body above him.
When Harry came fully back into Dougie’s line of sight, he still smiled and hid something in his hands behind his back.
“What do you have there?” the younger wondered.
Harry still didn’t say anything, just smiled and shrugged.
“Let me see!”
Dougie now sat up as well and his hands fumbled around on Harry’s back, trying to get a hold of what Harry held in his hands. But Harry kept them firmly closed.
“Lay back and close your eyes.” he huskily whispered in Dougie’s ear.
Dougie looked back at Harry’s face, questioning. “Huh? Why?”
“Just do.” Harry ordered.
“Fine.” Dougie muttered and did as he was told.
When Harry was sure Dougie wouldn’t open his eyes again until he was told to do it, Harry placed the items in his hands on the mattress, a bit out of Dougie’s reach but still close to enough to have an easy access. He then got his bottoms off, making as less movements as possible.
He was now only dressed in his boxers and looked down at Dougie who laid on the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed.
Harry hovered back over Dougie, careful to not let too much of his body come in touch with Dougie’s so the other might guess what was going on. He leaned in close to Dougie’s ear.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered. He leaned back up and saw the blush on Dougie’s cheeks. “So beautiful.” he repeated before he let his lips come in contact with Dougie’s skin again.
Dougie hissed when Harry’s lips met his body, his skin being more sensitive to any form of contact now that he had his eyes closed. He was dying to see what Harry was doing but he also enjoyed not knowing so he kept his eyes closed.
While moving his lips lower and lower over Dougie’s chest and stomach, Harry reached for his boyfriend’s wrist. He cast a short look to the side and then placed Dougie’s hand directly on the things he had gotten out of the nightstand earlier.
When Dougie’s hand touched the unfamiliar objects he was surprised for a short moment. He had thought Harry was just holding his hand. Instead he had guided his fingers to something else. He felt around, trying to make out a shape of the thing under his fingers.
Realisation set in only seconds later and Dougie’s eyes shot open. He looked to his hand, just to make sure. He smiled when he saw a tube of lube and a wrapped condom in his grip.
“You planned this.” Dougie got out and looked at Harry, now seeing the other boy was minus his pyjama bottoms. He let out a short gasp before he continued speaking. “You had me waiting all the time when you’ve actually had it all planned and knew it was gonna happen. And here was me thinking you were just teasing again.”
Harry let out a low chuckle, his breath tickling Dougie’s skin as he continued kissing down Dougie’s upper body. He reached a sensitive spot on Dougie’s hip, inches above the top of his pants, and Dougie let out a low moan.
Harry’s hand now ran up and down Dougie’s still clothed thigh, making the younger boy melt under his touch. His lips left Dougie’s body and he looked up at him.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked.
Dougie raised his head looking at Harry. “Does this look like I’m unsure?” He pointed at the now visible bulge in his pants a few inches away from Harry’s head.
Harry smiled and moved up again until he was side by side with Dougie again. “I love you so much, Dougie.” he whispered out before he passionately kissed him again and his hand finally tugged the material covering Dougie’s lower half away.
To be continued …
A/N 2: *holds keyboard up to protect self from flying objects* Don't hate me for ending here please.
Comments are appreciated.
a reset-song though. 'friend' = ♥
times like these i miss them!
anyway, aren't you surprised? i am updating! i found an hour today in which i am not doing anything so i figured i might as well do something for the common good of everybody and update my story. the things i do for my readers!
Title: The Boys of Summer
Author: me
Rating: PG-13 (for more … stuff)
Chapter: 7/16
Genre: AU - Romance
Pairing: Poynter/Judd yet again
Summary: Harry starts a new life …
Disclaimer: me no own, this no true
Dedication: everyone who read and commented on the last chapter … syphilisparade, juddpoynter, danni1112, roguecharmedone, iiriz, beckystark06, elphee, jedisnickers, orpheous87, star55, bffimagine, foreverlove_xx, imaginarymisery, juuanna, hidden_angel_07 and katybase
Author’s note: I think this is the longest chapter so far. I added a few parts to it the other night because I didn't really like it before.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Harry found it harder than expected to settle into his new life. Sam and especially Dougie tried their best and hardest to make Harry forget what had happened and move on. But Harry just couldn’t forget it, no matter how hard he tried telling himself that he did the right thing. Every night he laid awake for hours, thinking and remembering that certain night.
He had seen his father a few times and even though Mr Judd tried to hide it, Harry could see that he was far from his usual self. His father never mentioned his wife anymore and that alone let Harry know that the marriage of Mr and Mrs Judd had suffered immensely from the whole thing. Mrs Judd barely spoke to her own husband anymore, if she did only to keep up the image of the happily married couple. And even though Mr Judd detested the way his wife dealt with the whole thing, he couldn’t bring to himself to deteste her, the woman he met while still in school, who he had been with more than half his life, who he had three wonderful children with.
With every new time Harry saw his father he felt ten times worse than the time before. The marriage of his parents was nothing but a pile of shreds and it was all his fault. Harry knew he shouldn’t think that way and everyone around him, his father included, always pointed out that Harry wasn’t the one to blame but every time Harry heard it, he had a hard time believing it.
Harry had also seen his mother a few times when he and Dougie were outside, walking along the beach. The second Mrs Judd’s eyes landed on her son, she stared straight ahead and walked along, some times she even crossed the road. Everything to not be assiociated to her own child.
A few times Harry had been close to just run after her, block her way and confront her with the whole thing. Cause a scene in public and ask her what was going through her mind. He wanted to scream at her for involving his father into the whole thing, telling her to leave him out of it, that this was a battle they both had to fight out.
He wanted to tell her that he would be so much better off without her. That he had found a new home with a loving family that wasn’t even his but his boyfriend’s and that, one day, his mother’s behaviour would only fall back on her and then hit her a million times harder than the things she had done had hit Harry.
But even though everything played out well in his head, Harry never did any of the things he imagined. Instead he just did the same thing like his mother. He shot her a cold look before averting his eyes and walking ahead, away from her.
Two weeks after the fight with his mother, Harry was again laying on what now was his and Dougie’s bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. His father had been over for dinner, looking exhausted and worn out, like he had aged years in a day. Seeing his father like that left Harry in an uneasy state and just wouldn’t let him find peace to sleep.
Dougie was laying at his side, fast asleep. Harry smiled lovingly and wished he had his boyfriend’s easiness, that some of it would be wearing off on him.
Harry thought that maybe some fresh air would help him relax his mind so carefully he lifted Dougie’s arm from around his waist and got out of the bed. A thought struck him so before he left the room he got his mobile phone out from his jeans’ pocket.
Silently, he made his way through the house until he was out on the kitchen’s patio. Harry sat down on one of the chairs, took a deep breath and dialled a number he had wanted to dial for quite some time now.
There were a few rings before someone picked up on the other end. “Hello?” came the sleepy voice of a female.
“Joanne, it’s Harry.”
“Harry? It’s …” He heard sheets rustling before Joanne said in an alerted voice, “It’s almost four in the morning. Good god, are you alright?”
“Can I talk to Tom?”
“Sure. Hang in there a sec.”
There was more rustling of sheets and Joanne’s muffled voice before the phone was passed on.
“You better have a well good excuse now.” his brother muttered sleepily.
“Did dad talk to you?” Harry asked.
“We spoke yesterday. Not long though. He sounded a bit rough, wouldn’t say why though. What’s going on over there?”
Harry let out a breath. He had asked his father to not tell Tom about what had happened, he had wanted to do it himself. But until now, he never quite mustered up to courage to tell his brother about the past’s events. He knew Tom wouldn’t judge him on his sudden liking for boys but he still thought that he had let his older brother down in some way or the other.
“Loads.” Harry just answered, “You’ve got time?”
“Hang on.”
Again there was faint rustling on the other end of the line, followed by a few hushed words and creaking of a door and some floorboards. After a few moments, Thomas’ voice was heard again, louder this time.
“Okay little one, spill!”
“Mum and me had a fight. Only that ‘fight’ doesn’t even come halfway close.”
“What, did she found the cigarettes? Did you come home smashed?”
“Worse.” Harry sighed.
“Don’t make me beat it out of you. It’s too early for that.”
“She walked in on me making out with someone.”
“And she flipped on that? Oh please, that’s the -”
“It was another boy.” Harry interrupted.
Then there was a sudden silence. Dead silence. Harry held his breath and listened. Apparently, Thomas did the same since no sounds were heard from his end of the line.
“Okay.” was the first word Thomas got out after a while, “And …?”
“His name’s Dougie. We met on the day we got here and … he’s just perfect. I never met someone like him. He makes me feel things I never thought were even possible when he just looks at me.”
“Sounds like you’re in love.”
“I am.” Harry admitted.
“That’s great, I’m happy for you. Should’ve been knowing that you swung the other way earlier. You were always too concerned about your looks to be straight anyway. Always fussing with your hair and that stuff.”
“Oi!”
Thomas let out a short laugh. “You bloody well know it, little one. So, what happened with mum?”
“She completely freaked out. She threw Dougie out and then gave me a proper speech how I can’t be gay and all. Resulted in me packing and leaving the hotel and now I’m living with Dougie and his mum.”
“What about dad?”
“He took it quite cool. I think he suffers more from the way mum’s treating him right now though.”
“Bet he does. He sounded like he hasn’t slept for days when I spoke to him.”
“He most likely hasn’t. He’s here quite often. Mum doesn’t really want him around anymore. But you know what she’s like, as soon as they’re back home she’s gonna pretend nothing’s happened. She’ll rather shoot herself before she gets center of attention because she got divorced and her youngest is gay. I wouldn’t be surprised if she pretended I died just to get a few pity-parties thrown for her.”
“True. And you?”
“I quit boarding school. There’s no chance I will go back to that hellhole. I hated it there anyway.”
“I know, so did I. But I was speaking about mum. What about you and her?”
“I honestly can’t be arsed. She didn’t treat me like a mother so there’s no sense in me seeing her like one. I’m dead to her and she’s dead to me. I’d be fine if I never had to look at her face again.”
“That’s harsh, Harry.”
“No Tom, it’s just what she deserves.”
At that Thomas sighed. “You got yourself stuck in some deep shit this time.” he said after a while, not lecturing, just stating a fact, “I mean, what do you wanna do now? You’re just seventeen, you’ve got to finish school. How do you wanna do that? Where will you live?”
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk about with you.”
A pause.
“I’m listening.” Thomas said.
“Right. I thought I might could come live with you and Joanne. Don’t say ‘no’ right away, I’ve got this figured out. I thought I could go to some school at yours. I’ll get me a job as well. And dad insists on helping me out with money too. I’m gonna save up and then, once I’m done with school, I’ll leave to live with Dougie or at least somewhere closer to him.”
“That’s your masterplan?”
“Yeah. I mean, what else can I do? I can’t live on the streets. And it’s just for one year anyway.”
Again, Thomas sighed. “You know that mum will most likely disown me and rip me into pieces when she finds out about that, right?”
Harry smiled. He knew he had his brother on his side now. “Do you care?”
“Not particularly, no. Listen Harry, I can’t decide that on my own. If this was just me, you know you could come over right now and I wouldn’t care. But I have to talk to Jo and I’m gonna talk to dad again. Just … you know … to have them know.”
“Okay. Thanks, Tom.”
“No problem. And now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back into my bed. And you should do the same.”
“Right. Good night Tom.”
“Night little one.”
Harry finished the call and tossed his phone on the table. He kept sitting on the patio, leaning back in his chair, staring at the star-filled sky, not feeling like going to bed just yet. For the first time in weeks he felt at ease so he figured to relish that on his own for a while before going back to bed.
A good amount of time had passed until Harry suddenly felt some arms wrapping around his neck from behind, their warmth a sharp contrast to his skin that had cooled down rapidly without him even taking notice. A pair of hands settled on his chest, followed by a low whisper by his ear.
“If I remember correctly you didn’t want me ill the other day and forced me to go inside. You should practise what you preach, you know. You’re a human icecube.” Dougie chuckled.
Harry smiled and covered Dougie’s hands with his own, kissing them. The younger boy walked around the chair and sat down on Harry’s lap, immediately getting comfortable in his boyfriend’s embrace, his body heat radiating off him and warming them both at the same time.
“I’ve been talking to Tom.” Harry stated.
“How’d it go?”
“Alright.”
“You gonna live at his then?”
“Not officially yet. Tom wants to let his wife know first. But when she knows … yeah, I’ll live with them.”
Dougie craned his neck to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Good, I’m happy for you. It’s about time things work out for you.”
“They started to work out for me when I met you.”
“Aww, aren’t we just sappy?”
Harry poked Dougie’s ribs to which the younger let out a giggle. “I’m serious, Dougie. If I hadn’t met you, I never would have been able to stand up for myself in front of my mum. You gave me the strength to get through all of this.”
“If you hadn’t met me you wouldn’t even be in this mess, Harry.”
“Don’t say that. This is the best mess I ever got myself in. I mean, if I hadn’t met you, I still would be that boring seventeen-year-old boy who’s going to boarding school before attending some college and doing whatever his mum told him to do just to stay out of trouble. I would’ve married some girl just to please my mother and have three children who were probably stuck up since the day they were born. And before I even reached the age of 40 I would’ve been the unhappiest person on this godforsaken planet. What kind of life would that be?”
“Pathetic much?”
Harry nodded.
“Then thank god you found me!”
At this Harry laughed.
The two kept sitting in their position for a while longer, staring out into nothing and keeping each other warm.
“You wanna go back inside?” Harry asked after a while.
Dougie shook his head. “The sun comes up in just a bit. Let’s watch it rise for a change.”
“We can’t see the sunrise from here. We need to get to the other side of the house.”
“Our window then.”
“Well, get your arse up or we’ll miss it.”
Harry and Dougie got up and made their way through the house and up to their bedroom. They stood by the open window. Harry again behind Dougie, his arms wrapped tightly around the other boy, and at the same time keeping the duvet from the bed wrapped around them to keep them warm. They were both looking out to the horizon, waiting for the sun to fight its way upwards.
It didn’t take long and the first few rays made their way above the empty grounds the boys looked at. The dawn faded and more and more light took over the sky, welcoming a new day. The chilly air was replaced by the soft warmth of yet another summer day.
When the sun was fully up, Dougie leaned his head back on Harry’s shoulder and sighed. “I wish every day was like this. No more school, no more worries. Just you and me watching the sun coming up and going down and doing nothing inbetween. I’d never get bored of that.”
Harry nodded. “It’d be perfect.”
“Yeah.”
Dougie turned around in Harry’s arms until they were face to face. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and pulled his boyfriend even closer, never breaking eye-contact.
“I love you, Harry.”
Harry smiled. “I love you too, Dougie. So much.”
Their faces inched closer and their lips met in a kiss, their tongues immediately meeting in each other’s mouths. They held onto each other even tighter and it was Harry who carefully led them back to the bed, sinking down onto the mattress and pulling Dougie with him. He moved until Dougie was laying under him and started tracing soft kisses on his boyfriend’s neck.
By now the two of them had had several encounters like that. Still, they never took the whole way so far. The anticipation grew with every time and both of them were almost exploding by now.
It didn’t take long until Harry had shook off the duvet and shed both himself and Dougie of their tops and was planting featherlight kisses and touches on Dougie’s chest while Dougie’s hands roamed all over Harry’s chest, stomach and back, trying to touch every inch of naked skin at the same time.
Their movements against each other got more frantic with each passing second and when they ground their hips into each other both felt each other’s arousal below their waistlines. Usually, this was the point when one of them, Harry usually, would pull away, forcing them both to end. But not this morning.
Ever so slowly Dougie moved his hands down Harry’s back until they rested on the waistband of the elder’s pyjama bottoms, his fingers tugging at the elastic, teasing.
When Harry felt the touch on an area they both had tried to avoid in the past nights, he drew his lips from Dougie’s body looking down at the boy underneath him, who looked back at him with lust-filled eyes.
“I can’t wait anymore, Harry.” Dougie breathed out.
Harry only nodded before he went for Dougie’s lips again. At the same time his own hand moved lower on his boyfriend’s body until he reached the hem of Dougie’s pyjama bottoms. Almost in slow motion he started to tug at them, but not getting them off.
Harry drew his lips from Dougie’s at sat up. He looked down at Dougie who was visibly flushed and had a hard time to breathe.
“This is so the wrong time to stop, you know that?” Dougie gasped.
Harry just smiled and reached over to open a drawer of the nightstand, his chest only inches above Dougie’s face as he did so. Dougie craned his neck, trying to see what Harry was doing but his sight was blocked by his boyfriend’s body above him.
When Harry came fully back into Dougie’s line of sight, he still smiled and hid something in his hands behind his back.
“What do you have there?” the younger wondered.
Harry still didn’t say anything, just smiled and shrugged.
“Let me see!”
Dougie now sat up as well and his hands fumbled around on Harry’s back, trying to get a hold of what Harry held in his hands. But Harry kept them firmly closed.
“Lay back and close your eyes.” he huskily whispered in Dougie’s ear.
Dougie looked back at Harry’s face, questioning. “Huh? Why?”
“Just do.” Harry ordered.
“Fine.” Dougie muttered and did as he was told.
When Harry was sure Dougie wouldn’t open his eyes again until he was told to do it, Harry placed the items in his hands on the mattress, a bit out of Dougie’s reach but still close to enough to have an easy access. He then got his bottoms off, making as less movements as possible.
He was now only dressed in his boxers and looked down at Dougie who laid on the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed.
Harry hovered back over Dougie, careful to not let too much of his body come in touch with Dougie’s so the other might guess what was going on. He leaned in close to Dougie’s ear.
“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered. He leaned back up and saw the blush on Dougie’s cheeks. “So beautiful.” he repeated before he let his lips come in contact with Dougie’s skin again.
Dougie hissed when Harry’s lips met his body, his skin being more sensitive to any form of contact now that he had his eyes closed. He was dying to see what Harry was doing but he also enjoyed not knowing so he kept his eyes closed.
While moving his lips lower and lower over Dougie’s chest and stomach, Harry reached for his boyfriend’s wrist. He cast a short look to the side and then placed Dougie’s hand directly on the things he had gotten out of the nightstand earlier.
When Dougie’s hand touched the unfamiliar objects he was surprised for a short moment. He had thought Harry was just holding his hand. Instead he had guided his fingers to something else. He felt around, trying to make out a shape of the thing under his fingers.
Realisation set in only seconds later and Dougie’s eyes shot open. He looked to his hand, just to make sure. He smiled when he saw a tube of lube and a wrapped condom in his grip.
“You planned this.” Dougie got out and looked at Harry, now seeing the other boy was minus his pyjama bottoms. He let out a short gasp before he continued speaking. “You had me waiting all the time when you’ve actually had it all planned and knew it was gonna happen. And here was me thinking you were just teasing again.”
Harry let out a low chuckle, his breath tickling Dougie’s skin as he continued kissing down Dougie’s upper body. He reached a sensitive spot on Dougie’s hip, inches above the top of his pants, and Dougie let out a low moan.
Harry’s hand now ran up and down Dougie’s still clothed thigh, making the younger boy melt under his touch. His lips left Dougie’s body and he looked up at him.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked.
Dougie raised his head looking at Harry. “Does this look like I’m unsure?” He pointed at the now visible bulge in his pants a few inches away from Harry’s head.
Harry smiled and moved up again until he was side by side with Dougie again. “I love you so much, Dougie.” he whispered out before he passionately kissed him again and his hand finally tugged the material covering Dougie’s lower half away.
To be continued …
A/N 2: *holds keyboard up to protect self from flying objects* Don't hate me for ending here please.
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