DISCLAIMER:
If you're under 18 then dont read this, or your brain may throw up. This is purely a work of fiction and I have no knowledge about the true sexuality of the members of McFly, nor do I care. Now enjoy...
Outside, Harry and Dougie sprinted through the castle grounds, being pelted forcefully by the freezing cold wind and rain, towards the vast iron gates. But there was nothing there waiting for them. It seemed they were completely abandoned.
Harry was shaking the gates bars angrily, shouting at no one. None of them had the keys to get out. They were completely stuck. Meanwhile Dougie stood watching helplessly, clutching at his own body, his head aching with pain from the freezing storm they were right in the middle of. Then the sounds of the rattling gates stopped.
Listen,' shouted Harry over the gale, we need to get inside!'
Dougie nodded and made to go back to where they came from, but Harry grabbed his arm and said `No, it's too far... come on, this way'. And Harry began tearing through the wind and rain towards a much nearer tower than where they had come from. Dougie quickly followed, squinting to try and see his mate through the darkness and rainfall. The ground was as wet as water and as slippery as ice. It was so bad that Dougie almost slipped into the muddy grass before Harry suddenly grabbed him by the arm again and helped him up.
With only the light coming from the moon and the distant window where Tom and Danny were on the other side of the castle, and the rain drops being so fat and many- Dougie and Harry were completely disorientated.
But together through the mud and rain, they ran towards the tower and barged through the door. Climbing and climbing up the narrow spiral staircase in complete darkness, they eventually came to another door at the top of the tower which led them into a dark space. Groping around for a switch, Harry turned on the light. It was a large and grand bedroom, with rich tapestry hangings and eerie ornate furniture that looked like they would turn to dust if they were touched.
Right in the middle of the room was a small single bed which, like the room itself, looked as though it hadn't been used for years. Dougie banged the door shut behind them making Harry jump and look back at Dougie. He saw Dougie standing there without so much as a jumper on; he was soaked through to his skin, his long hair plastered to his face.
`You're shaking like a leaf,' said Harry moving towards him.
`I'm c-cold.' replied Dougie, shivering.
Harry immediately whipped off his heavy black trench coat and wrapped it around Dougie. He began to rub Dougie's body through the coat in an effort to warm and dry him. He rubbed and rubbed, but Dougie was still shaking, as though it was nothing to do with being cold...
Dougie couldn't stop himself- he leaned closer into Harry's body, and slowly rested his head on Harry's broad shoulder. Harry froze in confusion, taken aback by the move, not understanding why Dougie had done it. Maybe he was delirious from hypothermia? However, much to his chagrin and wanting desperately to comfort his friend, Harry resisted his instinct to back away from him, and put his arms around Dougie, embracing him.
Then, realising what he was doing, what it must look like, Harry quickly detached himself from Dougie and said `Come on. We need to get out of these wet clothes or we'll freeze'. He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, where he began to yank off his muddy, sodden boots, avoiding Dougie's eyes.
Dougie followed suit, gently laying Harry's trench coat over a chair and pulled off his drenched shirt and trousers with great difficulty, as his hands were so numb. Together, in total silence, they stripped down to their underwear. Harry gave Dougie a look as if to say `well we've gone this far...' And anyway, it's not as if they've never seen each other's bodies before.
Now standing there both completely naked, Harry said `Get under the covers. Just to warm up.' he added quickly.
The guys tugged hard at the stiff sheets to release them from their tightness. Dougie got under the covers and huddled his body close to prevent himself from shivering still, and rested his head on the single hard pillow that was there.
Harry meanwhile was going round the room searching for a radiator, or something to heat up the room- but there was nothing, and the large dusty fireplace was just as empty. Even if there was wood I couldn't light it- I left my lighter with Tom and Danny' said Harry, actually I better text them- tell them what's going on.'
`Thank fuck there's a signal in this bloody place'. Harry said as he lifted up his coat from the chair to put back his mobile.
`Oh yeah, forgot about this' he said pulling out the camcorder from the same pocket.
`Why did you even b-bring th-that?' Dougie asked tentatively, noticing how angry and worked up Harry had gotten that night.
I said earlier' explained Harry irritably as he put the camcorder on top of the dusty dresser adjacent to the bed, If we're gonna be trapped in some god-forsaken castle for some god-forsaken programme, we might as well do what we're here to do'.
Dougie watched him from the bed; his naked friend bending over slightly as he set up the device, and nearly getting caught by him when Harry suddenly turned round.
Harry could have sworn he saw Dougie looking at his arse just then, but ignored it and asked him if he was warming up yet.
Dougie couldn't stop himself admiring Harry's caring and fatherly nature. Dougie never really grew up with a proper dad, so Harry had always taken it upon himself to protect him, and teach him how to shave, cook, and drive a car...
Of course, standing there, rubbing his hands together desperately, the air so cold you could see his breath escaping, Dougie also couldn't help himself admire how good Harry's body looked- hairy, taut, slim...
Harry resisted the urge to jump under the covers (not that it would make that much difference) as he stood over Dougie in the single bed, trying to think of an alternative. But he was simply too cold, and instinct took over.
`We could always burn our c-clothes' joked Dougie, as Harry eventually climbed under the covers next to Dougie, where he threw his head onto the hard single pillow which Dougie's head also rested on, apparently exhausted.
But Harry still felt uncomfortable; not physically though. The bed was so small that their bodies were practically on top of each other. So when Dougie started to shuffle even closer to Harry than he already was, Harry decided to sit up slightly and rest his head on the head board. Then, for the second time, Dougie rested his own head on Harry's body. As soon as Harry had got into the bed he knew this would happen, but he could never have had predicted how he'd feel at this moment, and he suddenly felt his own heart beat harder against Dougie's cold face.
As looked down at his best mate, feeling Dougie's soaking wet hair against his own hairy chest, he realised he'd never been this intimate with Dougie before, and that no matter how awkward he was, he still felt incredibly protective of Dougie.
Dougie though, knowing that there was only a single sheet on top of them, tried his best to hide his slowly hardening cock...
Harry looked out the window opposite them and listened to the fierce wind and rain that pelted the pane. He could feel the rickety bed shake under him as Dougie still trembled. But just as Harry considered putting a comforting arm round him though, there was a loud BANG! against the bedroom door, making Dougie shout and sit bolt upright next to Harry.
`Dude what the fuck was that?!' came Dougie's voice now as tense as his naked body.
`It's nothing don't worry about it, just calm down yeah?' Harry reassured him, although he was trying his hardest not to show his own fear.
`I fucking hate this castle dude, seriously' Dougie said as he felt himself beginning to shake again, which Harry must have sensed as he suddenly put his arm around him. He held him tight, and then his other arm came in, and he hugged him. Harry didn't know what he was doing, but he knew it felt right. Then, as unexpected as the bang at the door, Dougie turned his head towards Harry, looked down at his lips, closed his eyes and gently kissed them.
Harry's stomach lurched in shock. His eyes were still open and he looked at Dougie as he kissed him back. All he could hear now were the sounds of their hearts beating and the rain pounding on the windows outside...
But Dougie suddenly pulled back from his friend, and whispered nervously: `Harry, I...'
Dougie opened his eyes to look back at him. `What?'
`I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop' Dougie trembled- his brain no longer in control of what he was saying.
Harry didn't know what to say. He felt like he'd just swallowed his heart and was chocking on it. He couldn't find any words, so again started to kiss. After a moment though, Harry broke off once more, and said `Wait Dougie, maybe we shouldn't-'
But Dougie quickly held up a finger to Harry mouth to silence him: `Don't. Just kiss me'
Dougie's mind had left its body, it was what he had been dreaming about for so long, every time he closed his eyes, and it was as fantastic as he ever imaged. Their lips glided smoothly with each other's as they were still wet from the rain. Dougie began to feel his way down Harry's body with his damp hand, which clashed uncomfortably with Harry's furry chest and torso. Dougie moved lower and lower down towards Harry's groin. He opened his eyes at Harry's handsome face to find no sign of objection from him, so he continued to slide his hand under the loose covers- now able to lay his hands on the buried treasure he'd so longed for. Groping, squeezing and stroking, and somewhat surprised at just how hairy he was down there- Dougie thoroughly savoured every part of his mates furry balls and hardening shaft.
Dougie was now very slowly jerking Harry's rock hard manhood under the covers, every now and then squeezing it firmly, making his mates eyes bulge in discomfort as Dougie grinned cheekily at him.
Feeling increasingly confident now that he knew for sure his mate was happy to oblige, Dougie sat atop of Harry- now able to have a proper look at his gorgeous friend as he looked up at him. Harry's heart was beating so hard he thought it would break his chest. He was so glad to see Dougie happier than he'd seen him in months.
Dougie rubbed their cocks together whilst he lowered himself back onto Harry's soft lips again. He liked the sensation of his own soft skin against his mate's rough stubble. Harry wrapped his arms around Dougie's soft bare back, noticing that he'd stopped shivering completely. Then Dougie began to kiss his stubbly neck, his furry chest and torso, down his thick treasure trail...
`Doug mate, what are you...?'
Dougie shushed him, pinned his hairy arms down so he couldn't move, and smiled teasingly `Don't worry- I know what I'm doing...' As his lips moved lower and lower, Harry became slightly anxious, as he was about to have a guy put his dick his mouth for the first time ever. Except Dougie went past his hirsute dick, and finally reached his destination. Dougie lifted Harry's legs slightly and lowered his head onto Harry's arse. Harry jumped with shock when he felt Dougie's hot wet tongue suddenly glide over his tight arse hole, making his cheeks instantly squeeze together. Dougie simply prised them apart and carried on licking Harry out. Dougie circled his anus over and over with his wet, nimble tongue as Harry squirmed on the spot. Then Dougie tensed his tongue, and pushed it into the now wet hole.
`Whoa shit mate!' Harry said before he could stop himself. He'd never felt anything like it. Dougie began to kiss his hole just as passionately as he'd kissed Harry's lips. Harry groaned in confused pleasure as he looked down at Dougie buried in his arse, his eyes were closed as he gyrated his own cock against the mattress.
Dougie could feel Harry's whole body struggling against this alien bliss, and he loved it. He loved it so much he couldn't wait to move onto his next fantasy. The one he'd gone over and over in his head, day and night whilst he pleasured himself to it.
So, leaving copious amounts of saliva on Harry's tight, hairy hole, Dougie moved forward onto Harry, and without warning forcefully pushed his own hard cock right up into it.
As he did so, Harry's body surged with sharp agony as he suppressed a huge gasp of immense pain. Just as Dougie hoped, Harry's arse hole clenched incredibly tightly around his entire cock. For a few moments neither of them moved- Harry was almost frozen by the shock of the pain, and Dougie was literally salivating with ecstasy, as he had finally done what he'd prayed of doing for years- he had entered Harry...
But the moments of stillness didn't last long. Instead of taking Harry's sensitive virgin arse hole slow and gently, Dougie immediately began making huge big thrusts in and out of Harry's arse- sliding his fat dick right up inside as far as it could go.
But Harry couldn't take it- he squeezed his eyes shut, put his fist in his mouth and bit hard- hard enough to displace the incredible sharp ache in his arse that Dougie didn't seem to care about at all.
`Aaahh shit!' Dougie exclaimed loudly, running his hands through his own wet hair as he relentlessly ploughed away at Harry's raw butt. He was moaning and shouting so loudly that he didn't notice Harry lying there in agony- trying his hardest not to let on- biting his own fist harder and harder as Dougie fucked faster and faster.
Dougie was now pinching his own nipples and rubbing his tanned stomach all over- the pleasure was almost unbearable. He opened his eyes to see Harry gnawing his fist- but Dougie didn't let-up and simply lowered down to kiss Harry's torso so that his soaking wet hair flopped onto Harry's dark, furry chest- making him grin as it tickled him slightly.
That sudden moment of lightness gave Harry the strength to sit up, hold Dougie still, kiss him on the forehead and pull Dougie's thick cock out of his own arse hole- which gave a huge feeling of relief and comfort (although he was sure he'd feel it still in the morning).
Dougie didn't know what was going on- it couldn't be over already? What if he'd hurt him? Did Harry suddenly realise it wasn't for him? But before Dougie could actually begin to ask him any of these questions, Harry pushed Dougie back down onto the bed. Harry then got up off the bed and stood at the end of it- his taught, lean, furred body- his long, hard, curved dick pointing right at Dougie who lay there on the bed in confusion. Harry then suddenly grabbed Dougie by his ankles and dragged him like a dog to the end of the bed where he stood. He held out his hand which was covered in big red chunks where he had bitten himself, and spat great gob-full's into his palm. And with that, Harry coated his dick in his own spit until it was positively dripping, and he drove it without warning into Dougie's butt hole.
But to his surprise, Dougie did not yelp in pain or recoil in agony- in fact his bony dick slid into Dougie like a hot knife into butter. Dougie showed no sign of discomfort, and immediately begin rubbing his body again and begging Harry to keep going. Had he done this before, Harry thought?
Thrusting fast and furiously, Harry loved being in complete control during sex. He soon realised that a holes a hole- doesn't matter who it belongs to- as long as he shows them a good time. And my god, he thought, with the look on Dougie's little face; he was definitely showing him a good time. Harry thought he might as well go the whole hog- Dougie had just proclaimed his love for him, and now they were shagging each other. So Harry, for the first time in his life, took hold of another guy's penis, and wanked Dougie off with his still wet hand.
`Harry! No mate don't stop! Oh duuude!'
Harry was loving it. It was as if his dick wanted to get even harder- like it was going to explode right inside Dougie. Harry thought he'd have even more fun, with a little dirty talk:
`You like my dick in your ass, huh? You like that bitch?' said Harry forcefully as he continued to bash away at his mates arse.
`I'm gonna fuck you so hard- I'm gonna make you bleed'
You want it harder bitch? Do ya?'... Come on you fucking bitch, say it!'
Harry was now gyrating and humping his furry ass so hard against Dougie it was making the creaky old bed's headboard bang and bang against the wall. And it was the only sound being made now- because Harry was in such intense bliss that he couldn't even carry on speaking. He suddenly grabbed hold of the bed posts either side of him as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He dug his nails into the tall bed posts- scratching into the old wood.
Harry looked down at Dougie on the shaking bed as he took over from Harry at tossing himself off. His slim, tanned, skater's body breathed heavily. Dougie looked right back into Harry's handsome, defined, chiselled features and bright blue eyes, and remembered why he loved him so.
Something was bubbling up inside Harry's hot and hairy groin. Every thrust began deeper, firmer, rougher... He squeezed his cock, hoping to see if he could make Dougie hurt just a little. But then he began to see Dougie's breathing getting shorter, his eyes rolling into the back of his head- he was beginning to peak.
Dougie's hand was almost a blur as he wanked himself off, faster and faster, squirming all over the bed, his body suddenly lurched and spasmed, and he ejaculated load after load of thick, white cum-juice onto his golden stomach and chest.
Harry pulled out his curvy boner from Dougie's wet hole- but he didn't seem to notice at all. He still seemed to be reeling from his intense orgasm. He stood there at the end of the bed in silence, starring at his best mate, wondering what to do. But then his dick made an involuntary twinge and he realised he had a job to finish first. Crawling on his knees he gets back onto the hard bed and kneels over Dougie's limp body. He must have gone to sleep already, thought Harry. Harry quickly took hold of his aching shaft and in three swift seconds he ejaculated, and before he could stop himself whispered `Oh god Dougie, I love you so much' as his load landed heavily all over Dougie's sweet, gorgeous face.
Harry's stomach lurched also at that point- but not because of an orgasm. Letting go of the bed posts, he strokes Dougie's smooth legs, taking in the realisation of what he just said.
Dougie's hand began to caress Harry's hairy thighs, stroking them adoringly with his eyes still closed, and grinning.
Harry was so confused, he needed to think. So he decided to lick both their loads off of Dougie's soft silky skin, and swallow it all. Harry wiped his lips clean, kissed Dougie on the forehead again, and beckoned him back onto the single hard pillow and under the thin cover, exhausted. Holding his body close to his, Harry didn't know whether Dougie was asleep already or not- he'd never seen anyone fall asleep with such a sweet smile on their face before...
`So, what did you guys get up to last night?'
McFly were leaving the castle ground, sitting in the back of their car together, on their way to the next adventure.
Danny and Tom had avoided eye contact all morning, and Danny in particular had been very quiet by his usual standards. Danny interjected quickly before Tom could answer with an ambiguous `Nothing. We just went to bed.' and said nothing more for the rest of the journey.
That morning on the way down the tower stairs and through the castle grounds, Harry and Dougie held hands. They knew though that once their fellow band mates joined them, they would have to play it cool, for now.
Every 5 minutes, Dougie swore to himself that the previous nights events surely could not have happened. It was only the fact that they knew everything had been captured on camera that reassured him it had all been true.
But then Dougie quickly turned to Harry and whispered `Shit- the camera!'
Harry smiled and said nothing, as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black tape.
`As if I'd forget this' Harry whispered back, grinning, making sure not to rouse suspicion from the other two.
Tom, the eldest of the group, reached into his own small pocket and pulled out a folded up picture of his beautiful girlfriend.
He looked at it for a long time, his face completely passive, and his heart beating hard with guilt. He glanced over the photo to watch Danny sitting opposite him, staring out the window and into the distance. Tom had never felt as alone as he slid the photo back into his pocket, next to a small tape cassette which pressed tightly against his thigh.
But the thought of loneliness never seemed to drift into Harry and Dougie's minds much. The two were completely inseparable, constantly mucking around, having a laugh. Whatever happened from now on would always come from that night when McFly, were almost haunted.