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Mcfly: Harry Judd/Tom Fletcher
Title: Naivety
Completion: Complete
X-posted: mcflyslash@lj.com
Words: 1458
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry Judd/Tom Fletcher
The Prompt: "Curse Your Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal"
Author's Notes: Written for Mcfly Slash Fic-A-Thon
Tom was never sure how he managed to get into situations like this. He was not quite sure how he had lost track of time, or even where he was, but he was willing to bet it had something to do with the heated mouth currently fastened upon his. He was almost positive it had everything to do with the pressure currently applied to the area between his legs, a firm hand wrapped around his erection. Of course, that was not how it started really. It started with Mulan.
It started out innocently enough, Haz complaining about having to hear I’ll Make A Man Out Of You for what he insisted was the thousandth time that day.
“You’re exaggerating. It’s only the eighth time.” The blonde had insisted, his knees pulled up on his bed as he watched the portable DVD player perched on the mattress. To others it probably seemed a funny sight. Or, for those that knew Tom well, it was a perfectly normal sight. Tom, clad in Spongebob boxers, watching Disney instead of practicing. Or anything else sane for that matter.
“Eight times. It’s an hour and a half movie. So eight times ninety minutes is-“ The drummer was trying to drive some kind of point across and the singer tried to wave him away. It was getting to his favourite part. Why did Haz always have to interrupt at the best part?
“You’re not watching that movie any more.” A firm hand came down on the back of the screen, snapping the DVD player shut. Brown eyes turned up on blue ones in a harsh glare. It did not help matters that Tom was actually pouting. Pouting. “You need to get a life.”
“I have a life. You know my life well enough. Now can I watch Mulan?” From the look Haz was giving him, it was definitely not good that Tom was still pouting and now whining like a child.
“No. Danny and Dougie are out on some high adventure in search of crisps.”
“In other words they went to the corner to get some snacks. They should be back soon.” Tom rolled his eyes and fell back on his bed. Haz could be such a drama queen sometimes.
“Left an hour ago.” Harry had pushed the DVD player off the bed and was making his way up towards Tom. The blond shifted uncomfortably as the bed rolled under him. He raised his eyebrows at the drummer.
“Why didn’t you say that sooner? We should probably look for them. Bet you a tenner Dougie got them lost. Or Danny was distracted in the candy shop.”
Tom sat up, ready to get off the bed and get dressed. The last thing they needed was for two members to go missing in search of bloody crisps.
Harry’s hand stopped him. It rested on the middle of his chest and pressed him back down, a leg on each side of Tom’s as the drummer straddled him. “Amuse me.” It seemed normal enough, and it was how their play-fighting usually happened. Except things seemed suddenly a lot tenser.
What had followed had been anything but their normal play fighting. Haz sat on Tom’s lap as he stretched upwards, pinning arms above the blonde’s head. The drummer’s mouth was hungrily fastening itself on Tom’s neck, lapping at the sweat the hot day had created. His teeth brought marks on the pale skin beneath him. Slowly, Harry slid his hands down the blonde’s pale arms, moving to caress Tom’s chest. Tom’s whimpers filled the tour bus, his arms resting on Harry’s hips only momentarily before moving under the drummer’s shirt. His soft hands glided over his friend’s abdomen, the tip of his fingers etching every crease of muscle into his memory. Wait… This was Harry. Haz. His friend.
“Haz…” Tom had opened his mouth to tell his friend to stop and had meant for his hands to be used to push the drummer away. Unfortunately the name came out a moan and his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, hiking up the drummer’s shirt as his palms caressed the skin beneath.
“Hm?” Harry had removed his mouth from the singer’s throat, earning a whimper of disapproval. He licked his lips when he looked down upon the blonde, one hell of a portrait with his hair in disarray, Tom’s lips full and pouting. He could tell Tom was having hard time remembering his complaints.
“Danny and Dougie?” It was a gentle reminder to the missing two band members. What if they were lost? How could Tom concentrate when poor Danny and poor Dougie were out there lost and- His thoughts were broken off when his chest arched up, a moan escaping as Harry’s wriggled his hips on Tom’s lap. No, no, no, NO! Tom cursed his body silently, hating the reactions it was providing Harry with.
The drummer’s lips closed over the nipple below Tom’s star tattoo, the Haz’s tongue swirling around the pink nub. Tom’s hands gripped Harry’s waist, his fingernails digging into skin. It was sheer will that kept him from raising his hips to move against Harry’s. Damn you body, don’t you dare! Even his body ignored his pleas it seemed. Why did nobody listen to him? The drummer seemed to move fluidly, his body sliding down Tom’s length and his firm hands working upon the blonde’s boxers. By working on it was more hooking his fingers under the fabric and pulling the yellow mass off of him. Soon it had met its death upon the floor.
It was not abnormal for Tom to be naked around Harry. How many times had they all lost their clothes for one ridiculous reason or another? This time was obviously different. Harry was perched back on his knees, serenely gazing down at his panting friend. He hardly seemed aware his hand was on the inside of Tom’s thigh, inching upwards.
“Haz.” Tom whimpered and closed his eyes, feeling the warm air caressing his naked body. His body jerked as fingers moved over his length, bringing out a moan as he became painfully stiff. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Tom’s hatred for his body, especially his damn prick was soon lost as he arched up into Harry’s touch.
The drummer leaned forward, his fingers wrapping around the base of Tom’s cock, his mouth latching onto the head. Harry swirled his tongue around the tip and soon Tom’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hair, reminding his friend he needed a haircut. Using his free hand to pin Tom’s hips down, Haz slowly took the erection further into the heat of his mouth, listening to the sweet music of his mate’s whimpers and moans. Harry was by no means experienced, though Tom could barely tell. The way his friend’s head was moving had his fingers tightening, tugging at the dark hair. What Haz did lack in experience was more than made up for by enthusiasm. Of course there were a few brief moments when Tom’s mind wondered how he learned some things. However, it really was hard to concentrate on thought with Haz’s throat suddenly seemed to be meeting the tip of his dick. Especially so when the felt the drummer actually humming and… that was pretty brilliant.
Tom’s hands clenched the sheets, his hips fighting against the hand that held him back as he whimpered and mewled. He was vaguely surprised when he felt an extra hand caressing his thigh. He hadn’t noticed the lack of a hand around his dick, too preoccupied with the mouth that seemed to be eating him alive.
“Oi, we got the crisps!” Tom never heard Danny and Dougie come in. With a silent cry Tom arched on the bed, quietly moaning Haz’s name as he released into the awaiting mouth. His body sagged tiredly and he was vaguely aware that the Mulan music was still playing. Apparently the DVD player had not been turned all the way off.
It was only when the bed shifted that Tom jerked up, brown eyes panicked as he searched for Harry. Haz was smirking like the Cheshire Cat, licking his lips as he tossed the yellow boxers in the blonde’s face.
“You hear me?” Tom had managed to somehow find his way back into the boxers before Danny’s curly head poked in the curtains. “Crisps!” With a beaming smile, completely oblivious to the scene before him, he ducked back out and the sound of Dougie hitting a bed made it evident a wrestling match had just happened.
Talking would just have to happen another time. In the meantime, Tom didn’t think he’d ever be able to hear A Girl Worth Fighting For without getting a stiffy.
Title: Naivety
Completion: Complete
X-posted: mcflyslash@lj.com
Words: 1458
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry Judd/Tom Fletcher
The Prompt: "Curse Your Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal"
Author's Notes: Written for Mcfly Slash Fic-A-Thon
Tom was never sure how he managed to get into situations like this. He was not quite sure how he had lost track of time, or even where he was, but he was willing to bet it had something to do with the heated mouth currently fastened upon his. He was almost positive it had everything to do with the pressure currently applied to the area between his legs, a firm hand wrapped around his erection. Of course, that was not how it started really. It started with Mulan.
It started out innocently enough, Haz complaining about having to hear I’ll Make A Man Out Of You for what he insisted was the thousandth time that day.
“You’re exaggerating. It’s only the eighth time.” The blonde had insisted, his knees pulled up on his bed as he watched the portable DVD player perched on the mattress. To others it probably seemed a funny sight. Or, for those that knew Tom well, it was a perfectly normal sight. Tom, clad in Spongebob boxers, watching Disney instead of practicing. Or anything else sane for that matter.
“Eight times. It’s an hour and a half movie. So eight times ninety minutes is-“ The drummer was trying to drive some kind of point across and the singer tried to wave him away. It was getting to his favourite part. Why did Haz always have to interrupt at the best part?
“You’re not watching that movie any more.” A firm hand came down on the back of the screen, snapping the DVD player shut. Brown eyes turned up on blue ones in a harsh glare. It did not help matters that Tom was actually pouting. Pouting. “You need to get a life.”
“I have a life. You know my life well enough. Now can I watch Mulan?” From the look Haz was giving him, it was definitely not good that Tom was still pouting and now whining like a child.
“No. Danny and Dougie are out on some high adventure in search of crisps.”
“In other words they went to the corner to get some snacks. They should be back soon.” Tom rolled his eyes and fell back on his bed. Haz could be such a drama queen sometimes.
“Left an hour ago.” Harry had pushed the DVD player off the bed and was making his way up towards Tom. The blond shifted uncomfortably as the bed rolled under him. He raised his eyebrows at the drummer.
“Why didn’t you say that sooner? We should probably look for them. Bet you a tenner Dougie got them lost. Or Danny was distracted in the candy shop.”
Tom sat up, ready to get off the bed and get dressed. The last thing they needed was for two members to go missing in search of bloody crisps.
Harry’s hand stopped him. It rested on the middle of his chest and pressed him back down, a leg on each side of Tom’s as the drummer straddled him. “Amuse me.” It seemed normal enough, and it was how their play-fighting usually happened. Except things seemed suddenly a lot tenser.
What had followed had been anything but their normal play fighting. Haz sat on Tom’s lap as he stretched upwards, pinning arms above the blonde’s head. The drummer’s mouth was hungrily fastening itself on Tom’s neck, lapping at the sweat the hot day had created. His teeth brought marks on the pale skin beneath him. Slowly, Harry slid his hands down the blonde’s pale arms, moving to caress Tom’s chest. Tom’s whimpers filled the tour bus, his arms resting on Harry’s hips only momentarily before moving under the drummer’s shirt. His soft hands glided over his friend’s abdomen, the tip of his fingers etching every crease of muscle into his memory. Wait… This was Harry. Haz. His friend.
“Haz…” Tom had opened his mouth to tell his friend to stop and had meant for his hands to be used to push the drummer away. Unfortunately the name came out a moan and his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, hiking up the drummer’s shirt as his palms caressed the skin beneath.
“Hm?” Harry had removed his mouth from the singer’s throat, earning a whimper of disapproval. He licked his lips when he looked down upon the blonde, one hell of a portrait with his hair in disarray, Tom’s lips full and pouting. He could tell Tom was having hard time remembering his complaints.
“Danny and Dougie?” It was a gentle reminder to the missing two band members. What if they were lost? How could Tom concentrate when poor Danny and poor Dougie were out there lost and- His thoughts were broken off when his chest arched up, a moan escaping as Harry’s wriggled his hips on Tom’s lap. No, no, no, NO! Tom cursed his body silently, hating the reactions it was providing Harry with.
The drummer’s lips closed over the nipple below Tom’s star tattoo, the Haz’s tongue swirling around the pink nub. Tom’s hands gripped Harry’s waist, his fingernails digging into skin. It was sheer will that kept him from raising his hips to move against Harry’s. Damn you body, don’t you dare! Even his body ignored his pleas it seemed. Why did nobody listen to him? The drummer seemed to move fluidly, his body sliding down Tom’s length and his firm hands working upon the blonde’s boxers. By working on it was more hooking his fingers under the fabric and pulling the yellow mass off of him. Soon it had met its death upon the floor.
It was not abnormal for Tom to be naked around Harry. How many times had they all lost their clothes for one ridiculous reason or another? This time was obviously different. Harry was perched back on his knees, serenely gazing down at his panting friend. He hardly seemed aware his hand was on the inside of Tom’s thigh, inching upwards.
“Haz.” Tom whimpered and closed his eyes, feeling the warm air caressing his naked body. His body jerked as fingers moved over his length, bringing out a moan as he became painfully stiff. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Tom’s hatred for his body, especially his damn prick was soon lost as he arched up into Harry’s touch.
The drummer leaned forward, his fingers wrapping around the base of Tom’s cock, his mouth latching onto the head. Harry swirled his tongue around the tip and soon Tom’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hair, reminding his friend he needed a haircut. Using his free hand to pin Tom’s hips down, Haz slowly took the erection further into the heat of his mouth, listening to the sweet music of his mate’s whimpers and moans. Harry was by no means experienced, though Tom could barely tell. The way his friend’s head was moving had his fingers tightening, tugging at the dark hair. What Haz did lack in experience was more than made up for by enthusiasm. Of course there were a few brief moments when Tom’s mind wondered how he learned some things. However, it really was hard to concentrate on thought with Haz’s throat suddenly seemed to be meeting the tip of his dick. Especially so when the felt the drummer actually humming and… that was pretty brilliant.
Tom’s hands clenched the sheets, his hips fighting against the hand that held him back as he whimpered and mewled. He was vaguely surprised when he felt an extra hand caressing his thigh. He hadn’t noticed the lack of a hand around his dick, too preoccupied with the mouth that seemed to be eating him alive.
“Oi, we got the crisps!” Tom never heard Danny and Dougie come in. With a silent cry Tom arched on the bed, quietly moaning Haz’s name as he released into the awaiting mouth. His body sagged tiredly and he was vaguely aware that the Mulan music was still playing. Apparently the DVD player had not been turned all the way off.
It was only when the bed shifted that Tom jerked up, brown eyes panicked as he searched for Harry. Haz was smirking like the Cheshire Cat, licking his lips as he tossed the yellow boxers in the blonde’s face.
“You hear me?” Tom had managed to somehow find his way back into the boxers before Danny’s curly head poked in the curtains. “Crisps!” With a beaming smile, completely oblivious to the scene before him, he ducked back out and the sound of Dougie hitting a bed made it evident a wrestling match had just happened.
Talking would just have to happen another time. In the meantime, Tom didn’t think he’d ever be able to hear A Girl Worth Fighting For without getting a stiffy.