jealousy isn't flattering - juddjones standalone
title: jealousy isn’t flattering
part: 1/1
rating: 17+
pairing: JuddJones
warning: complete and utter smut, swearing
disclaimer: just words that form a fictional story, you know the deal.
Harry didn’t stop to think as his legs flew from the car, slamming the door shut behind himself as he threw himself into a jog, not even bothering to lock the car. His mind was flashing between reality and the twisted fantasies his mind had concocted; and he could taste his own heartbeat in his throat.
Danny’s door was big and red and the path towards it looked almost too long as he bounded over broken twigs he was sure Danny was meant to rake into a pile at least - but his mind skipped over that as he skidded to a halt in front of the door, his fingers rapping against the chipped red paint impatiently.
There was a scuffing noise of a chair being scraped along the tiles before the familiar bob of dark curls filled the small glass windows beside the door as Danny walked towards it, his hand on the top of his head, slightly obscured by the strangely shaded colour of the glass.
As the door swung open Harry was hit with a spread of pale skin and a speckle of freckles beneath two vibrant blue eyes.
“Danny,” he’d breathed, almost as though by pure instinct, and his brain still hadn’t kicked it - adrenaline still pumped through his veins as he urgently pressed his body through the doorway, his chest violently close to Danny’s as the brunette cleared his throat, stepping back almost instinctively.
“Harry? What’re you doin’.” he paused, as he looked down at himself, still in his boxers and a shirt that was probably just a little too small, making his hips jaunt through at almost awkward angles, “it’s early,”
Danny’s voice was rough and weak all at the same time, like waking up in a pool of sweat before noticing the sun that had been peaking through the curtains threatening to wake you up.
“Dougie here?” was all Harry could muster, his fingers were twitching at his sides by now, coughing a little as he stepped a little closer to Danny, his nose barely centimetres from the confused brunettes as he breathed in deeply. The strange cinnamon and sea-salt scent hit him like a ton of bricks as he tried to stop his body involuntarily lurching forward - closer to that smell, to him, to touching him.
“He’s gone for his morning jog,” Danny scratched at his nose, his eyes narrowing as he looked Harry up and down, and for a split second Harry was certain he was going to kick him out of his house, like he was below par in an overcrowded nightclub. “why?”
Danny’s voice was almost an invitation as Harry let his leg kick back to slam the door shut, before his body finally let itself leap forward, his lips crashing awkwardly against Danny’s as his eyes blasted open.
It took a few moments of Harry’s desperation before Danny responded, his lips twirling against Harry’s and his fingers dropping from their raised protective position to linger in the curves of Harry’s dark shirt, his jacket already slipping off his shoulders as he moved closer to Danny - trapping his hands in their position.
“Danny,” Harry’s words were spoken against his open mouth, his hand was clasped over his shoulder, his nails were probably breaking through his skin under his shirt, but at the moment he didn’t care. His other was thrown haphazardly around his lower back, slowly dragging him closer between desperate kisses.
Danny just grunted back, letting his tongue slip just across the confides of Harry’s lips, grazing across his teeth before he shuddered back to reality.
-
Sure, it wasn’t the first time something like this happened, Danny was always there when Harry had another bad day, when his frustration overtook his body and his heart felt like it was so broken it needed to be sewn back together - and it always happened like this, awkward lust and his limbs wrapped around his sweaty torso, their mouths recklessly kissing whatever skin they could find and inevitably somebody’s cock up somebody else’s arse.
Danny didn’t mind, really - but it was starting to become almost too much of a routine for him to handle, if he was going to get Harry’s angry rage of sex - then he wanted all of him too, he wanted to be there when he cried, like last time they’d watched Monsters Inc or hold his hand when he was nervous about starting a new job. He loved the sex, don’t get him wrong - but sometimes he felt that he just wasn’t enough, that the flesh-on-flesh act wasn’t enough to put Harry back together.
But right now Danny’s mind was filled with the handfuls of Harry’s shirt, and the feel of his hips as they ground against his slowly sliding boxer-shorts. And then Harry tore his lips away from Danny’s, the fire in his deep blue eyes still as evanescent as ever as he loosened his fingers from Danny’s shoulder, just enough for him to feel the indents from his nails claw across his skin.
“I had a dream about you, last night,” Harry’s words were broken apart by a heavy panting, his lips slightly red as Danny attached himself again, his chest pressing firmly against Harry’s as he let his hands slide out first - one heading straight for the back of his hair, while the other lingered just over the back pocket of Harry’s dark jeans.
Danny just groaned against Harry’s lips to ensure him he was listening, but his fingers were tightening in his hair and his kisses were getting more and more vicious as he pulled him backwards, blindly stumbling towards his room.
“You were,” Harry was cut off as he pressed himself forward, pinning Danny against the wall of the hallway, his hands on either side of Danny’s shoulders as his teeth clashed against the brunettes, awkward messy open mouthed kisses were turning into needy touches as Danny’s fingers curled under Harry’s shirt - and then he began to wonder who needed who more.
It took him a few awkward seconds to hook his fingers around the bottom of Harry’s shirt, his lips falling from the corner of Harry’s curling smirk to the rough morning stubble of his chin, slowly following the small sprinkle of sweat to the side of his neck.
Harry just shuddered under his lips as his tan skin seethed under his teeth, his playful kisses turning into deprived nips at flesh. And Danny pulled his head back, pressing the back of his neck against the cool wallpaper of the wall as he pulled Harry’s shirt over his head, tossing it haphazardly across the hall before Harry’s mouth pinned him to the wall again.
-
Harry felt the need surge through his body, and he could feel Danny’s erection pressed against his thigh, his tongue ran across the bottom of Danny’s jaw as he finally pressed his body further against Danny, just for the moment of friction before pushing them both backwards from the wall, his fingers tugging at the other mans curls and their legs entangling into a matt of flesh.
Harry knew where he was going, of course he did - but the adrenaline overtaking his brain made everything seem a little foggy, but he still knew that if he let Danny lead the way, he’d already be at a disadvantage - and today, today he really needed to be on top of his emotions.
With his fingers looped in the elastic of Danny’s boxers and his mouth attached to the side of Danny’s lips, slowly pressing enthusiastic kisses against his tainted lips. And he pushed Danny through the first doorway he saw, pretty sure it was Danny’s room. The sight of clothes tossed half-assed around the room finished the picture as he twisted his body around Danny again, his fingers delving beneath the elastic, dipping in quickly before fumbling his hands back out to steer Danny backward against the bed.
He liked the sound Danny makes when his back hits the mattress, like a little tuft of air caught in his throat was suddenly exiled from his lungs, and it took him a total of four seconds until he let his lips fall from Danny’s, nodding down at his belt as he let his hands delve into Danny’s crouch.
-
Danny grunted through his clenched teeth as he struggled to undo Harry’s damned belt-buckle. “What’s the dream about, then?” He grunted, trying to regain his composure, if things kept going like this he was going to come in a matter of seconds rather than minutes.
He watched as the look on Harry’s face flickered between ecstasy and confusion before his eyes widened, feeling his jeans droop from his hips, slowly sliding down his thighs before pooling around his ankles.
“It was you -” Harry let out a hissed moan as his head fell backwards, Danny’s hands were clasped around the top of his boxers, and were slowly working on pulling them down. “And you were fucking him,”
Danny’s hands froze, and Harry’s eyes shot open. And Danny could see the fight in his face as he tried to build that wall up between them, the wall of alcohol and sex, the real reasons behind this visit weren’t as clear as they usually were.
“Who?” Danny mumbled, his hands dropping from Harry’s boxers as they fell back against his heaving chest. Harry just straightened his back a little, towering over Danny completely, still standing on the carpeted floor, leaving Danny on his back in-between the pools of cotton.
Harry didn’t reply, just let his hands fall back down to Danny’s cock - and as much as Danny didn’t want to bat his hands away, he still did. He liked to know the details of why he was being used as today’s comforting whore.
“Who?” He hissed it this time, one of his hands ripping from his own chest to clutch his pale freckly fingers around Harry’s shoulder, dragging him closer.
“Dougie, alright - fucking Dougie,” Harry’s words were a hiss, almost between clenched teeth, but his hands were still palming Danny through his boxers and his lips were wavering above Danny’s.
Danny just blinked feebly, what the hell is that about? And then Harry’s lips were back against his own again, open mouthed and breathing through his lungs - needy and messy and his hands were back all over Danny’s body and it was only a matter of seconds until he was off the carpet, leaving his jeans behind as his hips clashed against Danny’s. And Danny had forgotten what they were talking about in the first place.
“Fuck,” Danny’s words were more of a grunt than anything else, and he could feel the blood surging around his body, he could feel the way he twitched under Harry’s all-fucking-knowing fingers, delving over every curve of Danny’s body like it was a map he had read so many times they were embedded into his fingertips.
-
Harry just chuckled against Danny’s shoulder, his teeth pressing against the soft flesh as he let his fingers curl around Danny’s boxers, pulling them off in one mighty swoop. Harry didn’t falter as he carried on leaving small love bites across his chest, only slowing down to suck promptly on one of Danny’s nipples, feeling his body jolt once before letting his trail down the middle of the muscles of his stomach.
Danny moaned as he pressed himself backwards, his spine arching as he pressed his cock up, closer to Harry in a moment of desperation wrapped in lust. Harry could feel his fingers twining up his body towards the back of his hair, he knew where Danny intended to take this, and he was pretty sure he didn’t have a choice about it.
And then Harry felt his lips close around the tip of Danny’s cock, and the brunette was already shaking under his fingers, which were curled around Danny’s bare pale thighs. His breath was already expelled from his lungs, and it didn’t help when Danny’s hips thrust forward.
Sure, Harry knew it wasn’t his fault - Danny had a reputation of his brain being controlled by his penis, and it wouldn’t surprise him if every move he made was all because of the same thing - this ooze of sex appeal dripping from every pore of his skin, the result of such a simple organ.
But it didn’t matter to Harry, the moans from his own mouth as he felt Danny’s fingers tighten in his hair, forcing his head back and forth just a little more roughly than he was used to were making him so hard it was difficult not to pounce on him right now.
Harry’s lips broke free off Danny’s cock for a moment, pushing back while gasping for air, his eyes sparkling with lust and anguish as he glanced up at Danny for a moment, watching the desperation creep over his face for a moment before licking the pre-cum from his lips.
Danny groaned without even being touched now, and he threw his head back against the rough pile of blankets that were once evenly spread across the bed, now bundled up at one end. And then his lips pursed and his fingers tightened in Harry’s hair, before forcing his head back down.
Harry chuckled against Danny’s cock, because his eagerness was funny, the same every time - no patience, at all. And it wall all but a matter of seconds after Harry flickered his tongue, after his fingers scraped across the top of his thighs, leaving tainted trails of red behind them and Danny’s hips were jolting unevenly, different times to the pants and moans Harry could distinctly hear over the rage of his own body protesting to the object he was heaving in and out of his mouth, dangerously close to his gag-reflex.
-
And Danny came as his body jolted upwards, with one final thrust of his hips and the sudden loosening of his fingers as he let them fall just enough to prop himself up with the energy he had left to see Harry’s face contort into a disgusted expression, tipping his head back as he gulped for air between swallowing. And fuck that was hot.
Harry’s body threw itself forward, and he was already pulling his own boxers off as his chest slammed against Danny’s, his fingers curling tightly around his biceps, almost painfully so as he pinned him against the mattress.
“I want to fuck you,” his words weren’t any less than a guttural moan, but their lips were crashing together in between awkward and needy thrusts, and Harry’s erection was grinding against the pale flesh of Danny’s thigh, and he hissed again, “But I don’t think I’m going to make it to your fucking arse,”
Danny chuckled between heaved breaths as he rolled, the sheer muscle in his arms pressing against Harry’s shoulders as he pinned him down against the mattress with a heave, and Danny almost cried in victory.
And then Harry was sprawled everywhere, his legs slouched across the mattress and his head pushed backwards as he gasped for breath before he thrust upwards again, crashing against Danny’s hip once again, and with an almost animalistic groan his body jolted.
Danny could see how close he was, he didn’t need the reassuring groan from Harry, to know - he could feel his body twitching, he could see the burn overtaking his body and the way his eyes hollowed out until he was sure that Harry couldn’t see anything but his own naked sweaty body, before he pressed himself so firmly against him that it was almost impossible to tell who was who by the direction of the limbs, and Harry’s cock was pinned against Danny’s as he tried to will himself from going hard again.
“Fucksake,” Harry muttered, grinding his hips just a little more before his whole body jerked again, his eyes flickering shut as he came, all across Danny’s stomach as the curly haired brunette slid up from his previous position.
Danny just laughed uneasily as he slid his body against Harry’s, their chests overlapping as he pressed lazy kisses against Harry’s neck, he could feel his chest heaving, and their heartbeats thudding in an overexcited harmony.
“Why are you here?” Danny demanded, his voice croaky as he let one of his hand fall across Harry’s chest, thankful that he could feel his body writhing under his own.
“Jealous, I suppose” Harry mumbled icily, nuzzling his nose against Danny’s sweaty hair, his fingers haphazardly stroking across the mess that was now on the side of Danny’s hip, slowly spelling the word mine against his freckled flesh.
“Of Dougie?” Danny gasped, his breathing was still too irrational to control and his lips were left talking against the side of Harry’s neck, sliding down to press a kiss against his collarbone. “it was only a dream, we live together, we’re not fucking - that’s why I’ve got you,”
“You’re mine,” His words were almost a hiss - low and inaudible unless you knew what you were listening for. “I don’t like seeing him touch you,” It was as much of a love-fuelled confession from Harry, as you could expect.
“I’m yours,” Danny panted, slightly disheartened that Harry’s breathing had almost returned to normal while his was still out of beat. But Harry’s lips pressing against the top of his head were reason enough for him to forget almost straight away.
Harry’s arms shuffled around his body, his nose still nuzzling against Danny’s sweaty curls; and Danny couldn’t help but feel a little like they belonged like that. He didn’t know if Harry was serious - if this was his stupid way of accepting him forever - but there was only one way to find out, wait. He just had to wait.