mcfly-slash ... This is It
wahey people, i am back!
16 weeks i have been gone. i had to deal with death, life and just a lot of sadness and frustration.
and now i am back in the world of stories and words and it feels just so good.
now i can take on the world again. and it better let me do it.
Title: This is It
Author: me
Rating: G … PG maybe
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Romance
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Summary: This is It. Just what Dougie wanted and needed and imagined.
Word count: 1,612
Disclaimer: Not true, a real shame
Dedication: This is entirely for ♥ manuanya ♥! Because she was there when I was in need for someone the most, and she was there just like that. She brought me back to life and made me smile when I thought I lost the ability to do it. What you are about to read is inspired by her so this is not just dedicated to her, it is hers.
Author’s note: So this is my comeback-piece after what? My journal says 16 weeks! I think it differences from my usual stuff but as long as I can write again, I’m happy.
This is It. Just what Dougie wanted and needed and imagined. The year’s been long and exhausting, or maybe he’s just gotten old. Whatever it is, he is exhausted and tired and everything is just so draining. So of course he accepted when Harry suggested a holiday over new year’s, didn’t protest at all. And even saying ‘suggested’ isn’t right because Harry had just showed him all those pictures of this tropical island and handed him a ticket afterwards.
So now they are here. There’s sun and it’s warm and people don’t know them. It’s every single bit of perfect there can be. They can be whoever they want, can do whatever they want without cameras around and no one asking them questions.
They don’t do much during their days. They sleep in late and maybe they have breakfast, maybe they don’t. They don’t feel like surfing so they just spend time by the pool or at the beach and go for a lazy swim every now and then.
Today hasn’t been much different. It’s been the hottest day so far so even if they wanted to actually do something, they wouldn’t. Because collapsing from a heatstroke isn’t that much of a tempting idea. So they’ve been in the water a lot, at least cooling off a little, if that was possible since the ocean feels like a bathtub full of salty water. And they’ve been going through cold drink after cold drink, refusing the alcohol until it was at least a halfway respectable time.
The sun’s not as killing in the late afternoon anymore so they race each other into the water, the beer they had before making their steps a little easier. They let the waves crash against them and dunk each other in and they play around and laugh.
When the sun sets, disappears piece by piece behind the horizon, they stand across from each other and smile and Harry moves Dougie’s hair away from his face and then he kisses him so thoroughly that Dougie is actually sure that he is floating a few feet above the ground.
They want to go back to their room, shower away all that salt on their body, smell less like ocean and more like themselves. After all their playing around in the water Dougie is exhausted so he jumps on Harry’s back, determined to not walk through the sand and exhaust himself even further. That takes Harry by surprise so he stumbles and they both land in a heap in the sand. They laugh and wrestle a bit but get back up when they feel sand in places where sand really shouldn’t be.
Back in their room they feel sweaty and damp and there’s still sand everywhere so yes, shower is a very good plan. Dougie grabs a random towel and heads straight for the bathroom but Harry is already in the doorway, however he did that.
“Can I get in there?”
Harry shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
“And that is because?”
“Since it’s actually your fault that we’re both in this state.” He gestures down his own body, sand sticking at some places. “I deserve the shower first.”
“You dropped me.”
“And you dragged me down with you.”
Dougie laughs, having experienced what felt like a billion of those playful fights before.
“You know, the time we’re standing here, discussing this, I could be out of the shower already. So technically, by you refusing to let me get in there” He points at the shower cabin in the spacious bathroom. “All you do is prolong your go for the shower.”
Harry grins, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Is that so? And how do you suggest we solve that problem?”
Dougie sighs, making it seem like he has to give Harry some bad news. “I guess we have to share the shower now. No other way to make up for lost time.”
Harry nods, sighing himself and then, in a moment of surprise, snatches the towel out of Dougie’s hand before heading into the bathroom.
“Hey, that was m-”
“Get yourself another one then.”
And Dougie wants to give another smart remark but Harry’s swimming trunks are falling to the floor, his boxers following swiftly and all he sees is the naked form of his boyfriend opening the door of the shower cabin before stepping in and turning on the water.
Dougie stares and he knows it. But there is all that water and it cascades down Harry’s body and Harry tilts his head back and his eyes are closed and the water runs all over his face. How would it be possible to not stare, seriously?
But suddenly Harry seems to notice that he still is alone in the shower so he turns and catches Dougie looking. A smug grin appears on his face and he blinks the water out of his eyes before poking his head out of the cabin.
“Stare longer and I will have to charge you for it. Come on, get yourself in here.”
And that, Dougie doesn’t need to be told twice. His trunks and boxers hit the floor and he all but dashes into the cabin, shivering at first at the lukewarm, more cold than hot water. But it’s nice after a few seconds because really, he’s been in hot water all day.
Suddenly there’s Harry’s body against his back and they’re both under the spray now and Dougie hums in appreciation because this? This is what Heaven probably feels like.
They stand like that for a while, Dougie leaning against Harry while sharing the water pelting down onto them from that massive shower head. And when the start cleaning themselves, each other, it’s with the same lazy languid moves they’ve had all day.
In the end they wash each other’s backs. They’re in this tight embrace and their hands roam over the back of the other person and they don’t wash each other really. It’s strokes, caring and full of love for one another, just with slightly soapy hands.
At some point Dougie gets on his toes, looking over Harry’s shoulder and reaching for the tap because he actually wants the water to be a bit warmer now and when he gets back fully into Harry’s eyesight, his hair has fallen into his face again and he smells so good and his breath ghosts against Harry’s face and if Harry concentrates enough he can feel their hearts beat in tandem. And he’s sure, absolutely certain, he has never been more in love with the man before him like he is now. If it were possible, he would probably burst from the intensity of the feeling racing through his body right now.
Dougie notices his boyfriend’s movements on his back came to a stillstand and when he looks back up at Harry, he almost winces when he sees the fire burning in the other’s eyes.
“Harry?”
“God, I love you so much!” Harry replies and sooner than Dougie can blink, Harry’s hands are in his hair again and lips crash upon his.
They kiss and their hands can never reach enough naked skin at once. It’s like they can’t get enough of each other, ever. And they don’t want to anyway. This is not about turning each other on, not about sex. This is about loving and needing each other. They are each other’s air and each other’s heartbeat. Each other’s love and each other’s world. Each other’s everything.
It feels like half the night is already over when they leave the shower finally. And again it’s Dougie who slumps against Harry’s body, his towel just hanging over his shoulders, even too tired to dry himself properly.
Harry reaches back, threading his hands through the hair on Dougie’s neck and it really feels as if Dougie’s purring against Harry’s shoulder.
“Tired?”
“Warm. Exhausted.”
Harry smiles and turns around and sure enough, Dougie can’t even keep his eyes properly open. He fastens his own towel around his hips and then takes Dougie’s towel away from his shoulders before tying it around Dougie’s hips. Then he just grabs him by the hips, swings him over his shoulder and the next thing Dougie knows is that he is laying on the soft sheets of their big bed.
The air is hot around them because they forgot to turn on the air condition when they entered the room earlier and it feels like sweat is forming on their bodies already but really, Dougie doesn’t care. Because Harry is there, next to him. His fingers are tracing the outlines of his tattoo and his breath is in his hair. He can smell the lime of Harry’s shower gel and Harry’s chest hair is tickling his forehead a bit.
He is tired but he really doesn’t want to fall asleep. Not when everything is so perfect. This is what he really wants. This is what he can’t live without, wouldn’t want to either. This is more than his world, it’s his universe and Harry is being his sun, the centre of it all. He can’t see himself without him again, can’t imagine to take on the world without Harry by his side.
But then sleep takes him over but he has one last thought while he feels Harry tightening his grip on him. He knows that this. This is It.
The End
Comments are appreciated.
16 weeks i have been gone. i had to deal with death, life and just a lot of sadness and frustration.
and now i am back in the world of stories and words and it feels just so good.
now i can take on the world again. and it better let me do it.
Title: This is It
Author: me
Rating: G … PG maybe
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: Romance
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Summary: This is It. Just what Dougie wanted and needed and imagined.
Word count: 1,612
Disclaimer: Not true, a real shame
Dedication: This is entirely for ♥ manuanya ♥! Because she was there when I was in need for someone the most, and she was there just like that. She brought me back to life and made me smile when I thought I lost the ability to do it. What you are about to read is inspired by her so this is not just dedicated to her, it is hers.
Author’s note: So this is my comeback-piece after what? My journal says 16 weeks! I think it differences from my usual stuff but as long as I can write again, I’m happy.
This is It. Just what Dougie wanted and needed and imagined. The year’s been long and exhausting, or maybe he’s just gotten old. Whatever it is, he is exhausted and tired and everything is just so draining. So of course he accepted when Harry suggested a holiday over new year’s, didn’t protest at all. And even saying ‘suggested’ isn’t right because Harry had just showed him all those pictures of this tropical island and handed him a ticket afterwards.
So now they are here. There’s sun and it’s warm and people don’t know them. It’s every single bit of perfect there can be. They can be whoever they want, can do whatever they want without cameras around and no one asking them questions.
They don’t do much during their days. They sleep in late and maybe they have breakfast, maybe they don’t. They don’t feel like surfing so they just spend time by the pool or at the beach and go for a lazy swim every now and then.
Today hasn’t been much different. It’s been the hottest day so far so even if they wanted to actually do something, they wouldn’t. Because collapsing from a heatstroke isn’t that much of a tempting idea. So they’ve been in the water a lot, at least cooling off a little, if that was possible since the ocean feels like a bathtub full of salty water. And they’ve been going through cold drink after cold drink, refusing the alcohol until it was at least a halfway respectable time.
The sun’s not as killing in the late afternoon anymore so they race each other into the water, the beer they had before making their steps a little easier. They let the waves crash against them and dunk each other in and they play around and laugh.
When the sun sets, disappears piece by piece behind the horizon, they stand across from each other and smile and Harry moves Dougie’s hair away from his face and then he kisses him so thoroughly that Dougie is actually sure that he is floating a few feet above the ground.
They want to go back to their room, shower away all that salt on their body, smell less like ocean and more like themselves. After all their playing around in the water Dougie is exhausted so he jumps on Harry’s back, determined to not walk through the sand and exhaust himself even further. That takes Harry by surprise so he stumbles and they both land in a heap in the sand. They laugh and wrestle a bit but get back up when they feel sand in places where sand really shouldn’t be.
Back in their room they feel sweaty and damp and there’s still sand everywhere so yes, shower is a very good plan. Dougie grabs a random towel and heads straight for the bathroom but Harry is already in the doorway, however he did that.
“Can I get in there?”
Harry shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
“And that is because?”
“Since it’s actually your fault that we’re both in this state.” He gestures down his own body, sand sticking at some places. “I deserve the shower first.”
“You dropped me.”
“And you dragged me down with you.”
Dougie laughs, having experienced what felt like a billion of those playful fights before.
“You know, the time we’re standing here, discussing this, I could be out of the shower already. So technically, by you refusing to let me get in there” He points at the shower cabin in the spacious bathroom. “All you do is prolong your go for the shower.”
Harry grins, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Is that so? And how do you suggest we solve that problem?”
Dougie sighs, making it seem like he has to give Harry some bad news. “I guess we have to share the shower now. No other way to make up for lost time.”
Harry nods, sighing himself and then, in a moment of surprise, snatches the towel out of Dougie’s hand before heading into the bathroom.
“Hey, that was m-”
“Get yourself another one then.”
And Dougie wants to give another smart remark but Harry’s swimming trunks are falling to the floor, his boxers following swiftly and all he sees is the naked form of his boyfriend opening the door of the shower cabin before stepping in and turning on the water.
Dougie stares and he knows it. But there is all that water and it cascades down Harry’s body and Harry tilts his head back and his eyes are closed and the water runs all over his face. How would it be possible to not stare, seriously?
But suddenly Harry seems to notice that he still is alone in the shower so he turns and catches Dougie looking. A smug grin appears on his face and he blinks the water out of his eyes before poking his head out of the cabin.
“Stare longer and I will have to charge you for it. Come on, get yourself in here.”
And that, Dougie doesn’t need to be told twice. His trunks and boxers hit the floor and he all but dashes into the cabin, shivering at first at the lukewarm, more cold than hot water. But it’s nice after a few seconds because really, he’s been in hot water all day.
Suddenly there’s Harry’s body against his back and they’re both under the spray now and Dougie hums in appreciation because this? This is what Heaven probably feels like.
They stand like that for a while, Dougie leaning against Harry while sharing the water pelting down onto them from that massive shower head. And when the start cleaning themselves, each other, it’s with the same lazy languid moves they’ve had all day.
In the end they wash each other’s backs. They’re in this tight embrace and their hands roam over the back of the other person and they don’t wash each other really. It’s strokes, caring and full of love for one another, just with slightly soapy hands.
At some point Dougie gets on his toes, looking over Harry’s shoulder and reaching for the tap because he actually wants the water to be a bit warmer now and when he gets back fully into Harry’s eyesight, his hair has fallen into his face again and he smells so good and his breath ghosts against Harry’s face and if Harry concentrates enough he can feel their hearts beat in tandem. And he’s sure, absolutely certain, he has never been more in love with the man before him like he is now. If it were possible, he would probably burst from the intensity of the feeling racing through his body right now.
Dougie notices his boyfriend’s movements on his back came to a stillstand and when he looks back up at Harry, he almost winces when he sees the fire burning in the other’s eyes.
“Harry?”
“God, I love you so much!” Harry replies and sooner than Dougie can blink, Harry’s hands are in his hair again and lips crash upon his.
They kiss and their hands can never reach enough naked skin at once. It’s like they can’t get enough of each other, ever. And they don’t want to anyway. This is not about turning each other on, not about sex. This is about loving and needing each other. They are each other’s air and each other’s heartbeat. Each other’s love and each other’s world. Each other’s everything.
It feels like half the night is already over when they leave the shower finally. And again it’s Dougie who slumps against Harry’s body, his towel just hanging over his shoulders, even too tired to dry himself properly.
Harry reaches back, threading his hands through the hair on Dougie’s neck and it really feels as if Dougie’s purring against Harry’s shoulder.
“Tired?”
“Warm. Exhausted.”
Harry smiles and turns around and sure enough, Dougie can’t even keep his eyes properly open. He fastens his own towel around his hips and then takes Dougie’s towel away from his shoulders before tying it around Dougie’s hips. Then he just grabs him by the hips, swings him over his shoulder and the next thing Dougie knows is that he is laying on the soft sheets of their big bed.
The air is hot around them because they forgot to turn on the air condition when they entered the room earlier and it feels like sweat is forming on their bodies already but really, Dougie doesn’t care. Because Harry is there, next to him. His fingers are tracing the outlines of his tattoo and his breath is in his hair. He can smell the lime of Harry’s shower gel and Harry’s chest hair is tickling his forehead a bit.
He is tired but he really doesn’t want to fall asleep. Not when everything is so perfect. This is what he really wants. This is what he can’t live without, wouldn’t want to either. This is more than his world, it’s his universe and Harry is being his sun, the centre of it all. He can’t see himself without him again, can’t imagine to take on the world without Harry by his side.
But then sleep takes him over but he has one last thought while he feels Harry tightening his grip on him. He knows that this. This is It.
The End
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