Post by janeybourne on Jul 8, 2005 23:11:19 GMT -5
Title: Untitled
Author: janeymcfly
Rating: 16...I wrote it..so I should be able to read it
Pairings: PoynterBourne and implied FletchJones and JuddJay
Warnings: Some language, sex
Disclaimer: I don't know if the medical history is true...so...yeah
Urm..I posted this on another site...so sorry about the Dougie for those of you who don't like it!
James looked at the thermometer. "Holy shit, 37 degrees!" The blonde walked over to the tap to pour himself a glass of water. He took a mouthful, then, "Fuck it!" And he poured it over his head, wetting his already sweat-dampened hair.
James trode over to the sliding glass door. He reached up and put his hands, one still grasping the cup, at the top of the door frame and looked out. What he saw made his jaw and the cup (also due to a sweaty hand) drop.
The brown-haired youth in James' yard pushed and old-school rotating mower accross the lawn. His toned biseps flexing with every tug, while beads of sweat defined every muscle. He noticed the boys skin was starting to turn crimson from the sun.
Dougie had come to stay with James three days ago when Danny came home from the hospital and announced that he had the chicken pox. Surprisingly Harry had never had the chicken pox, so he packed his bags and went to visit Matt for a couple weeks. Tom and Dougie had both already had them, so Tom volunteered to stay with Danny, which was fine with Dougie, as he didn't think he could handle a whiney, complaining Danny. And when Dougie landed on James' doorstep, he had gratefully accepted the company.
James stepped forward, "Doug...", but was cut short as he fell backwards to the floor. The glass door was still shut.
Dougie looked up when he heard the sound. "James!" He ran over and pulled the door open. "Dude, what happened?" The boy dropped to his knees laughing. "Are you okay?"
James blinked a couple of times, then flushed furiously. "I'm fine. I was just going to go tell you to come in and get a drink. It's way too hot to do that now..."
Dougie chuckled. " How considerate of you, Bourne! Come on, get up..." Dougie put James' arm around his neck and tugged the blonde up. "Sit here," he sat James in a chair, then passed him an Advil and a glass of water. "I'll go put the mower away."
James swallowed the capsule. "No, that door sticks...I'll get it."
"Dude, you just rocked your head off a glass door!"
"I'm fine!" James said through clenched teeth. That actually made his head throb more.
James braced himself on Dougie's shoulder and pushed himself up. He could smell sweat and some sort of cologne.
The two boys ambled slowly out to the shed. When Dougie stopped to get the mower, James couldn't help but check out his ass. It made the perfect transition from his back. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, (they'd been slowly invading his head for the past three days) and then almost fell over because of how dizzy it made him.
They got to the shed, and James pried open the door and walked in after Dougie.
"Bourne, when are you going to get a new mower!? Maybe one that runs on petrol!"
James laughed, but then stopped when it put pressure on his head. "Not as long as you're here to use that piece of rubbish!" He earned himself a dirty look.
<i>BANG</i>
Dougie jumped and James grimmaced at the sound.
"Shit..." James whispered.
"What?" Dougie's voice was a little higher than usual.
"The door...it shut..."
"Well, obviously!"
"No, I mean shut, like won't open. I told you it sticks." James explained calmly.
"Shit! So now what? We'll cook in here! There's no windows or anything!"
"We'll have to wait. Tom's coming over in an hour or so to drop off some Jaffa Cakes, he can let us out when he gets here." James sat on a crate next to him.
"Fine." Dougie huffed and wiped his hand down his slick chest to his shorts and pulled them out from his body. "Poor guy, can't breath!"
James smiled at Dougie's comment. As he scanned the boys slightly darkened, glistening, toned body, he felt a fimiliar stirring between his legs.
"What are you looking at me that way for?"
James looked away quickly. "What way?"
"Stand up." Dougie said.
"What?!" What was Dougie doing? This was not a good time for him to stand up! That Advil had done nothing for his head, and he was feeling, uh, a little... stiff.
"Stand up!" This time it was a demand.
James shifted his weight and slowly stood up, his hands falling in front of his trousers, trying to hide what was by now so blatently obvious.
"James..." Dougie chuckled. He looked over both his shoulders then gestured to himself. "Did I do that?"
"Urm..." was all that James could get out.
Dougie crossed the short distance between them. He moved his hands towards J
James' hips.
"Dougie?"
"Well, was it me?" He looked down at <i>James</i>, then brought his gaze up to those vivid blue eyes.
James cleared his throat. "Uh, it may have possibly been you..." he smirked. "You're very naughty!" He looked down. "And...did I do <i>that</i>?" James nodded his head down and Dougie followed his gaze.
Dougie moved one hand from James' hip to the protrusion in his shorts. He smiled. "When did that happen? It must have been you..."
"Um..." James stuttered. "How long..."
"Well, about seven and a half, is that..."
James laughed, then grimaced from the pain. "No, that's not quite waht I meant. How long have you...uh...I mean...have I...been...um...doing that...to you..."
Now Dougie blushed, making his sun-burned cheeks a deeper shade of red. "Oh, um...well, for awhile. But it's gotten quite bad since I've been here. Your shower just so happens to be right beside the bed in my room...so...uh...I guess you enjoy your showers then?"
It was the older boys turn to blush now. "Oh yeah, well, they're not always that much fun!"
"So how long for you? I mean, you know..."
"The same I supp..."
James was interuppeted by a tickling sensation moving up his sides. Dougie was peeling off the soaked white t-shirt that was plastered to the boys frame, and dragging his fingers lightly against the skin, causing James to have goosebumbs, even in the heat. James lifted his arms and allowed Dougie to pull the shirts over his head.
"Dougie, if I'd've known...that you...that I...Jesus!" James sighed and brought his hands up Dougie's arms, his calloused fingers dancing lightly on the boys sun-burned shoulders. Then moved them up, tracing the outline of his jaw and pulling him closer. With a sharp intake of breath, James smelled the same scent he had in the kitchen, and he knew he wanted Dougie.
Dougie looked into James' eyes. "Are you just gonna stand there? Or are you going to snog me?"
James smiled as their lips touched and Dougie's peach fuzz tickled his face.
Dougie let James pull him closer, his legs on either side of James', so their pelvis', their erections, were pressed together.
James moved his lips back and forth over the younger boys, sending tingles through both of them. He could taste salt from their sweat on both their lips. Dougie opened his mouth to allow James to enter. And he did, feeling around the boys mouth, James tongued the spot between Dougie's lower gums and lips. Dougie purred lowly in response, as he felt his erection grow harder.
Dougie's hands, which had been playing with James' damp hair, found their way down to the blondes low-slung trousers. They shakily undid the buckle on James' SucPuppy belt and popped the button beneath. The zipper slowly slid down the track tooth-by-tooth. James gave his hips a small shake, and his trousers fell to the ground. Dougie smiled, and actually stopped kissing James to look at his body, which was glistening with sweat. His muscles were relaxed, but defined. His chest was virtually hairless, except for a small dark line that started at his navel and disappeared somewhere beneath his boxers. Which happened to be white with red hearts, and slung deliciously low on his hips. Dougie stared at the two lines that started at James' hip-bones and and arched down to form a "V", like and arrow, directing Dougie to his prize. He had a "V" too, but was sure it wasn't nearly as nice as James'.
"Something wrong?" James inquired, actually sounding worried.
Dougie looked James straight in the eyes. "Don't be daft!" he whispered, tilting his head to one side and bringing James' mouth back to his.
James smiled as he kissed Dougie and put his hands on the boys hips. He didn't have nearly as much work as Dougie. He gave one swift tug and the brunettes black shorts dropped to his ankles. It was James' turn to look at Dougie. The young boy was so beautiful it should have been illegal. (And it almost was!) His brown hair was damp and tousled. "You're beautiful." James said quietly.
Dougie blushed furiously and answered by pulling James close to him and holding him tightly.
James rested his forehead on Dougie's and gazed into the boys blue eyes. "I want you, Dougie." He said simply, as he pulled Dougie's boxers, then his own, to the floor. James stroked Dougie's hard length as Dougie took James'. They rubbed in unison, slowly at first, then faster. Their breathing was getting heavy when Dougie spoke. "Okay, James."
James looked at him, "Are you sure?"
Dougie knew if he hesitated, James wouldn't do it, that was just the kind of bloke he was. So he didn't. "Yeah..." he said.
James gave him a short, but passionate kiss, and stroked the boys cheek, before tenderly turning him to face the wall.
Both boys felt, and looked, sort of awkward. But they both wanted it so bad it ached.
James stepped up behind Dougie and put his arms around his waist and down to his stiff penis, stroking it gently.
Dougie could feel James' length against his leg and he knew he wanted it.
"Ready?" James asked softly.
Dougie just nodded.
James thumbed the end of his penis and spread the precum over it. Dougie flinched slightly as James did the same to him, only rubbing it around his tender hole.
Dougie took a deep breath as James pushed in slightly.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Dougie said, "Keep going."
James pushed in a little deeper, then pulled out. He pushed in hard this time, and Dougie moaned, egging James on. James thrust in hard again and hit Dougie's prostate.
"Oh fuck, James!" Dougie screamed as stars danced in his eyes.
"That's the spot?" James smiled.
Dougie purred in response.
James thrust in again, and hit it once more, sending Dougie's body in to orgasmic spasms.
James got into a motion and struck Dougie's prostate each time.
Dougie took his hands and placed them over James', which were stroking his own quivering length.
"Dougie..." James moaned. "Dougie, I'm gonna..."
Dougie felt James' warmth pour inside him, and he shivered as James pulled out.
"Turn around, Dougie. I want to see you." James whispered. He let go of Dougie long enough for him to turn around. He held Dougie tight, kissing him deeply, and stroking him hard until the boy moaned into his mouth, and James felt Dougie's warm, sticky, come over their chests.
Dougie sighed, and James smiled.
"James..." Dougie started. "Does this mean...Are we..." He didn't know how to word it.
"Yeah," James smiled softly. "I mean, if that's what you want..."
"Yeah, I do want..."
"Ace!" James laughed as he kissed Dougie again. "Let's, uh...clean up, shall we?"
Dougie laughed and looked around for something to wipe off with. James picked up his shirt and wiped both Dougie's and his own chest off.
They were just pulling their shorts on when they heard a car pull in the yard.
"TOM!" They both screamed. Dougie began banging on the door as James continued to hollar.
The door pulled open and Dougie stumbled forward. "Tom!" he said jovially.
"What the bloody hell are you..." James appeared behind him. "And James, doing in the tool shed?"
"It's a long st..." James began.
"And what the fuck happened to your head?!"
"What? Oh..." James sighed, the throbbing in his head, which had miraculously ceased, was coming back. "I, um, hit my head...on the sliding glass door." He mumbled the last bit.
"You what?!" Tom doubled over in laughter.
The other boys started to giggle too.
Tom, still laughing, started towards the house.
James trodded slowly a few paces behind him.
Dougie, who was behind James, grabbed his ass.
James jumped. "Dougie!"
"I don't care!" he smiled. "You're too fit not to! And we'll have to tell him sometime...he'll understand. He's with Danny, you know..."
James was surprised at first, but then a lot of things became much clearer.
The two boys walked into the house. "Tom?" James called.
"Yeah." Tom said as he came in from another room. "Let's hear this story, then. I've got awhile. Danny's being a right pain in the ass!
James and Dougie smiled.
Author: janeymcfly
Rating: 16...I wrote it..so I should be able to read it
Pairings: PoynterBourne and implied FletchJones and JuddJay
Warnings: Some language, sex
Disclaimer: I don't know if the medical history is true...so...yeah
Urm..I posted this on another site...so sorry about the Dougie for those of you who don't like it!
James looked at the thermometer. "Holy shit, 37 degrees!" The blonde walked over to the tap to pour himself a glass of water. He took a mouthful, then, "Fuck it!" And he poured it over his head, wetting his already sweat-dampened hair.
James trode over to the sliding glass door. He reached up and put his hands, one still grasping the cup, at the top of the door frame and looked out. What he saw made his jaw and the cup (also due to a sweaty hand) drop.
The brown-haired youth in James' yard pushed and old-school rotating mower accross the lawn. His toned biseps flexing with every tug, while beads of sweat defined every muscle. He noticed the boys skin was starting to turn crimson from the sun.
Dougie had come to stay with James three days ago when Danny came home from the hospital and announced that he had the chicken pox. Surprisingly Harry had never had the chicken pox, so he packed his bags and went to visit Matt for a couple weeks. Tom and Dougie had both already had them, so Tom volunteered to stay with Danny, which was fine with Dougie, as he didn't think he could handle a whiney, complaining Danny. And when Dougie landed on James' doorstep, he had gratefully accepted the company.
James stepped forward, "Doug...", but was cut short as he fell backwards to the floor. The glass door was still shut.
Dougie looked up when he heard the sound. "James!" He ran over and pulled the door open. "Dude, what happened?" The boy dropped to his knees laughing. "Are you okay?"
James blinked a couple of times, then flushed furiously. "I'm fine. I was just going to go tell you to come in and get a drink. It's way too hot to do that now..."
Dougie chuckled. " How considerate of you, Bourne! Come on, get up..." Dougie put James' arm around his neck and tugged the blonde up. "Sit here," he sat James in a chair, then passed him an Advil and a glass of water. "I'll go put the mower away."
James swallowed the capsule. "No, that door sticks...I'll get it."
"Dude, you just rocked your head off a glass door!"
"I'm fine!" James said through clenched teeth. That actually made his head throb more.
James braced himself on Dougie's shoulder and pushed himself up. He could smell sweat and some sort of cologne.
The two boys ambled slowly out to the shed. When Dougie stopped to get the mower, James couldn't help but check out his ass. It made the perfect transition from his back. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, (they'd been slowly invading his head for the past three days) and then almost fell over because of how dizzy it made him.
They got to the shed, and James pried open the door and walked in after Dougie.
"Bourne, when are you going to get a new mower!? Maybe one that runs on petrol!"
James laughed, but then stopped when it put pressure on his head. "Not as long as you're here to use that piece of rubbish!" He earned himself a dirty look.
<i>BANG</i>
Dougie jumped and James grimmaced at the sound.
"Shit..." James whispered.
"What?" Dougie's voice was a little higher than usual.
"The door...it shut..."
"Well, obviously!"
"No, I mean shut, like won't open. I told you it sticks." James explained calmly.
"Shit! So now what? We'll cook in here! There's no windows or anything!"
"We'll have to wait. Tom's coming over in an hour or so to drop off some Jaffa Cakes, he can let us out when he gets here." James sat on a crate next to him.
"Fine." Dougie huffed and wiped his hand down his slick chest to his shorts and pulled them out from his body. "Poor guy, can't breath!"
James smiled at Dougie's comment. As he scanned the boys slightly darkened, glistening, toned body, he felt a fimiliar stirring between his legs.
"What are you looking at me that way for?"
James looked away quickly. "What way?"
"Stand up." Dougie said.
"What?!" What was Dougie doing? This was not a good time for him to stand up! That Advil had done nothing for his head, and he was feeling, uh, a little... stiff.
"Stand up!" This time it was a demand.
James shifted his weight and slowly stood up, his hands falling in front of his trousers, trying to hide what was by now so blatently obvious.
"James..." Dougie chuckled. He looked over both his shoulders then gestured to himself. "Did I do that?"
"Urm..." was all that James could get out.
Dougie crossed the short distance between them. He moved his hands towards J
James' hips.
"Dougie?"
"Well, was it me?" He looked down at <i>James</i>, then brought his gaze up to those vivid blue eyes.
James cleared his throat. "Uh, it may have possibly been you..." he smirked. "You're very naughty!" He looked down. "And...did I do <i>that</i>?" James nodded his head down and Dougie followed his gaze.
Dougie moved one hand from James' hip to the protrusion in his shorts. He smiled. "When did that happen? It must have been you..."
"Um..." James stuttered. "How long..."
"Well, about seven and a half, is that..."
James laughed, then grimaced from the pain. "No, that's not quite waht I meant. How long have you...uh...I mean...have I...been...um...doing that...to you..."
Now Dougie blushed, making his sun-burned cheeks a deeper shade of red. "Oh, um...well, for awhile. But it's gotten quite bad since I've been here. Your shower just so happens to be right beside the bed in my room...so...uh...I guess you enjoy your showers then?"
It was the older boys turn to blush now. "Oh yeah, well, they're not always that much fun!"
"So how long for you? I mean, you know..."
"The same I supp..."
James was interuppeted by a tickling sensation moving up his sides. Dougie was peeling off the soaked white t-shirt that was plastered to the boys frame, and dragging his fingers lightly against the skin, causing James to have goosebumbs, even in the heat. James lifted his arms and allowed Dougie to pull the shirts over his head.
"Dougie, if I'd've known...that you...that I...Jesus!" James sighed and brought his hands up Dougie's arms, his calloused fingers dancing lightly on the boys sun-burned shoulders. Then moved them up, tracing the outline of his jaw and pulling him closer. With a sharp intake of breath, James smelled the same scent he had in the kitchen, and he knew he wanted Dougie.
Dougie looked into James' eyes. "Are you just gonna stand there? Or are you going to snog me?"
James smiled as their lips touched and Dougie's peach fuzz tickled his face.
Dougie let James pull him closer, his legs on either side of James', so their pelvis', their erections, were pressed together.
James moved his lips back and forth over the younger boys, sending tingles through both of them. He could taste salt from their sweat on both their lips. Dougie opened his mouth to allow James to enter. And he did, feeling around the boys mouth, James tongued the spot between Dougie's lower gums and lips. Dougie purred lowly in response, as he felt his erection grow harder.
Dougie's hands, which had been playing with James' damp hair, found their way down to the blondes low-slung trousers. They shakily undid the buckle on James' SucPuppy belt and popped the button beneath. The zipper slowly slid down the track tooth-by-tooth. James gave his hips a small shake, and his trousers fell to the ground. Dougie smiled, and actually stopped kissing James to look at his body, which was glistening with sweat. His muscles were relaxed, but defined. His chest was virtually hairless, except for a small dark line that started at his navel and disappeared somewhere beneath his boxers. Which happened to be white with red hearts, and slung deliciously low on his hips. Dougie stared at the two lines that started at James' hip-bones and and arched down to form a "V", like and arrow, directing Dougie to his prize. He had a "V" too, but was sure it wasn't nearly as nice as James'.
"Something wrong?" James inquired, actually sounding worried.
Dougie looked James straight in the eyes. "Don't be daft!" he whispered, tilting his head to one side and bringing James' mouth back to his.
James smiled as he kissed Dougie and put his hands on the boys hips. He didn't have nearly as much work as Dougie. He gave one swift tug and the brunettes black shorts dropped to his ankles. It was James' turn to look at Dougie. The young boy was so beautiful it should have been illegal. (And it almost was!) His brown hair was damp and tousled. "You're beautiful." James said quietly.
Dougie blushed furiously and answered by pulling James close to him and holding him tightly.
James rested his forehead on Dougie's and gazed into the boys blue eyes. "I want you, Dougie." He said simply, as he pulled Dougie's boxers, then his own, to the floor. James stroked Dougie's hard length as Dougie took James'. They rubbed in unison, slowly at first, then faster. Their breathing was getting heavy when Dougie spoke. "Okay, James."
James looked at him, "Are you sure?"
Dougie knew if he hesitated, James wouldn't do it, that was just the kind of bloke he was. So he didn't. "Yeah..." he said.
James gave him a short, but passionate kiss, and stroked the boys cheek, before tenderly turning him to face the wall.
Both boys felt, and looked, sort of awkward. But they both wanted it so bad it ached.
James stepped up behind Dougie and put his arms around his waist and down to his stiff penis, stroking it gently.
Dougie could feel James' length against his leg and he knew he wanted it.
"Ready?" James asked softly.
Dougie just nodded.
James thumbed the end of his penis and spread the precum over it. Dougie flinched slightly as James did the same to him, only rubbing it around his tender hole.
Dougie took a deep breath as James pushed in slightly.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Dougie said, "Keep going."
James pushed in a little deeper, then pulled out. He pushed in hard this time, and Dougie moaned, egging James on. James thrust in hard again and hit Dougie's prostate.
"Oh fuck, James!" Dougie screamed as stars danced in his eyes.
"That's the spot?" James smiled.
Dougie purred in response.
James thrust in again, and hit it once more, sending Dougie's body in to orgasmic spasms.
James got into a motion and struck Dougie's prostate each time.
Dougie took his hands and placed them over James', which were stroking his own quivering length.
"Dougie..." James moaned. "Dougie, I'm gonna..."
Dougie felt James' warmth pour inside him, and he shivered as James pulled out.
"Turn around, Dougie. I want to see you." James whispered. He let go of Dougie long enough for him to turn around. He held Dougie tight, kissing him deeply, and stroking him hard until the boy moaned into his mouth, and James felt Dougie's warm, sticky, come over their chests.
Dougie sighed, and James smiled.
"James..." Dougie started. "Does this mean...Are we..." He didn't know how to word it.
"Yeah," James smiled softly. "I mean, if that's what you want..."
"Yeah, I do want..."
"Ace!" James laughed as he kissed Dougie again. "Let's, uh...clean up, shall we?"
Dougie laughed and looked around for something to wipe off with. James picked up his shirt and wiped both Dougie's and his own chest off.
They were just pulling their shorts on when they heard a car pull in the yard.
"TOM!" They both screamed. Dougie began banging on the door as James continued to hollar.
The door pulled open and Dougie stumbled forward. "Tom!" he said jovially.
"What the bloody hell are you..." James appeared behind him. "And James, doing in the tool shed?"
"It's a long st..." James began.
"And what the fuck happened to your head?!"
"What? Oh..." James sighed, the throbbing in his head, which had miraculously ceased, was coming back. "I, um, hit my head...on the sliding glass door." He mumbled the last bit.
"You what?!" Tom doubled over in laughter.
The other boys started to giggle too.
Tom, still laughing, started towards the house.
James trodded slowly a few paces behind him.
Dougie, who was behind James, grabbed his ass.
James jumped. "Dougie!"
"I don't care!" he smiled. "You're too fit not to! And we'll have to tell him sometime...he'll understand. He's with Danny, you know..."
James was surprised at first, but then a lot of things became much clearer.
The two boys walked into the house. "Tom?" James called.
"Yeah." Tom said as he came in from another room. "Let's hear this story, then. I've got awhile. Danny's being a right pain in the ass!
James and Dougie smiled.