'Paint it Red' for mcfreakk
Merry Christmas, mcfreakk! (yes, again XD)
Title: Paint it Red
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mostly Fletcher/Poynter
Word Count: 2,451
A/N: Hope you enjoy, mcfreakk. :)
How Dougie had ended up in this predicament, he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that currently, his hands were bound behind his back with Tom's red tie, he had an apple in his mouth, and Tom was positively spanking his rear end raw. What a life this was, though Dougie was certainly not about to complain. Not that he could if he wanted to. At all. Not with the constant want of his to moan, but that damn apple.
The night had started out simply enough, and most like other nights. Tom and Giovanna had invited Dougie out for dinner. It was something they had grown used to doing. Partially because there was still part of Tom that worried Dougie might never eat a proper meal if he hadn't somehow been involved in preparing it and making sure that he ate it. This never particularly bothered Dougie as he was never one to turn down a free meal. Then again, most people don't particularly turn them down either.
Before coming over, he had bathed, and had even tried on the new cologne that Harry had given him as a birthday present. Giovanna was going to be there, and he wanted to look and smell nice for her. Trying and putting some effort into things was always nice, especially if it was for a girl. Even if she was Tom's girl. It was Christmas Eve, and Dougie hadn't finished his shopping. He would wait for the sales that began on Boxing Day to get the rest of the presents he was missing. After Christmas sales were incredible for those extremely last minute gifts. And maybe if he hid out from the people he didn't have anything for, he could make them on time presents.
Dougie had arrived at Tom's with a nice bottle of wine, and a little air thingy he had seen advertised on the telly. It was supposed to make the wine taste better, fill it with air or something. Truthfully, he hadn't paid it much attention, he just thought it was neat and Tom would appreciate it. Harry and Danny's presents had both been food items. What did one get the people that all ready had everything, anyway?
Tom's was decorated warmly for the holiday. He always went all out at Christmas. A real tree, even though everyone warned him against them. Tons of lights inside and outside, though the electricity bill would sky rocket. Garlands and wreaths all over the place with holiday candles in them. Even the dinner table was decorated with wreaths and candles, and even a dry stick of cinnamon here or there.
Things had gone well the whole night, with the exception that Dougie got the feeling Giovanna was staring at him a little too long sometimes. He would turn in her direction to say something, and her eyes would linger just a split second longer than he would have liked. It made him nervous, almost as through he was going to be a part of dinner. Like she was lying in wait. For what, Dougie had no idea. All he knew was that it made him more uncomfortable as the night progressed.
It was when Tom went to grab dessert out of the kitchen, that he felt her foot slide against his his leg. Dougie jumped at first, quite visibly, as he had been taken by surprise. He laughed nervously, trying his best to not miss a beat and act like everything was normal. He wanted things to be. Giovanna had been a part of his and Tom's life for so long that he didn't want to be responsible for them breaking up. He couldn't just let Tom come back into the dining room and drop the bomb on him that his girlfriend had initiated a game of footsie. Would Tom even believe that?
As Dougie's mind raced a mile a minute, Tom popped back into the dining room with a nice, entirely too big for just three people, trifle. The older man set it down in the center of the table and slipped back to the kitchen. A moment later he returned with plates and silverware, and it was then that he noticed how pale Dougie looked.
"Are you all right," he asked quietly of his younger friend. The younger man couldn't say anything, what exactly was he going to say, anyway? "You look like you've seen a ghost, mate."
Again, Dougie nodded his head silently, just in time for the foot that was rubbing against his leg to go up and between his legs. Once again, he jumped, closing them instantly and trying his best to get Giovanna's foot away from his groin. Try as me might have to be discreet, he couldn't help but shove her foot away and turn sideways. A move that attracted Tom's attention more than anything.
"All right then, what's going on," he asked seriously. The warm light making his eyebrows look much thicker than they were as they knitted together. Tom crossed his arms over his chest, still holding the serving spoon in his hand. His red and black argyle vest wrinkled in the front as he did, the red tie he was wearing underneath it showing where the vest went up and revealed it and where his shirt was tucked into his trousers. For a panicked moment, Dougie looked back and forth between the two. What was he supposed to say? And what would Tom say to it. Would he believe him?
"I, I, I..." he stammered for a brief moment while Tom stared at him. "Um, I, er. Gi." It was all he could say. How the rest happened after that, he still wasn't sure.
Tom had uncrossed his arms slowly, so slowly that Dougie thought he was in a film and the man was going to take that serving spoon, and jam it right between his eyes for the blasphemy spewing out of his mouth. Instead, he put it down on the table, and casually moved things out of the way. It was the way he moved that made Dougie the most uneasy. It was like something out of a film where the serial killer had just told his next victim they would die. He was moving slowly, methodically, moving every individual item out of the way with absolutely no hint as to what was going through his head. At least, that was the case until he undid his tie.
Uh oh, Dougie thought when he saw him loosen it. Tom reached cross the table to the centerpiece and pulled an apple off the wreath that was sitting there. He played with it momentarily, tossing it in the air and catching it again. "Care to explain that to me," he asked in a dark voice.
"She started it!" He had blurted it out before he could stop himself, and once it was out there, his eyes widened at what he had just said. No, no, no that was bad. It was almost as though Dougie could see the flash in Tom's eyes, there was something going on there. And oh no, he didn't want to be the cause of it.
The apple was shoved into Dougie's mouth before he even knew what had happened, and Tom had pulled him up and down onto the table on his stomach in what felt like one swift move. Really, if Dougie hadn't been so worried about his life expectancy, he would have thought it was pretty hot.
"Tom, don't do that," he heard Giovanna's voice say sweetly. She was the cause of this, of the fact that Dougie was about to get his face pounded in. He saw her move from her chair and walk around the table to their side, but lost track of her after that. "You'll hurt him." Yes, Dougie thought at once. Tom would hurt him, and he nodded his agreement enthusiastically.
"But I'm just giving you your Christmas present," Tom replied cooly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Giovanna put her hand on Tom's arm and kissed him softly before she moved back and pulled the chair Dougie had previously been using away. She sat on it, crossing her legs, and Dougie couldn't help but watch her. The stocking she wore were nice, they had patterns on them, and from where he was, he could see her garters from under her skirt.
"Carry on then."
This was surprisingly sexy, actually, he had to admit it. The way she was just all right with her boyfriend grabbing the younger man and making it sound as though he was some sort of present. And then he felt it. While he was being distracted by Giovanna's legs he felt the satin tie wrap around his wrists behind his back. At that point, he didn't fight it, knowing exactly what was going to happen and being thoroughly okay with it. He'd always wondered about the two of them, something had had to keep them together for this long, and now he knew what that something was.
Still, he hadn't actually expected it when Tom rubbed himself against his rear. Nor did he expect it when he felt the bulge that had very quickly formed when Tom did it a second and third time. If Dougie didn't know any better, he would have said that Tom was getting hard from this, and beyond that, he himself was getting hard from it. With the apple in his mouth, Dougie could only groan, any words he tried to form were quickly evaporated, and his protests fell on deaf ears.
"Really, Tom, don't tease him," Giovanna whispered from her chair.
It was strange to Dougie to see this side of them, but he couldn't help thinking he was at least in for a good time. Until she moved away from where she was sitting. He lost sight of her for a moment when she got up, but Tom was undoing his belt, and that seemed to take precedence. He grumbled backwards, and the older man laughed, not being able to understand a single word he had said.
Giovanna returned a few moments later with a small tin square and a bottle that looked suspiciously like lube. As soon as the bottle was on the table beside Dougie, his pants hit the floor, pooling around his ankles.
"You've done this before, right," Tom asked, undoing his own trousers and letting them drop on the floor as well. He held his length in his hand, rubbing it against Dougie, who could only nod and close his eyes, feeling himself growing harder. Giovanna had opened the condom, and she rolled it onto her boyfriend before stepping back and returning to her seat. If this was a Christmas present, Dougie wondered what they did on birthdays.
Tom took the small bottle of lube and opened it, smearing it all over himself and Dougie's entrance. The younger boy braced himself, not sure of how much different Tom was going to be from the others. it wasn't like Dougie was a whore or anything, but some nights, things just got lonely on the tour bus. Very lonely.
Other than the initial question, Tom didn't say anything else. He didn't ask Dougie if he was ready, he merely guided himself into him, pushing himself as deep as possible. Dougie tightened around him, moaning as he felt every inch of Tom's length. At once, Tom pulled back and thrust back into him, holding onto Dougie by his neck.
It didn't take long at all, and Dougie was squirming and pushing back against him, feeling tom deeper and deeper inside of him. If he could have smiled, he would have, instead he moaned around the apple. He bit down on it, every time Tom slid back into him. The sound of it, the fact that Giovanna was just sitting there watching it, it was incredibly sexy... The longer Tom slid in and out of him, the more his own short fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. There wasn't anywhere else for him to grab at due to his hands being bound behind his back, and he couldn't do much more moving than he was.
He tightened around Tom, enjoying the feel of him. He was thicker than Harry, though Harry was a little longer. Danny was probably somewhere in between, he thought for a moment before arching his back. Tom's thrusting became more erratic. With that, Dougie realized that he must have been close, and squeezed around him, making the older man moan loudly. This a few shorter thrusts, he came inside of Dougie and enjoyed his climax. For a few moments he felt himself shaking and trembling.
"Tom," Giovanna said quietly after a few moments of silence during which he was merely rocking in and out of the younger man slowly. "Why don't you spank him?"
It was a brilliant idea that Tom hadn't thought of. Once he pulled out of Dougie, and tossed the used condom aside, he rubbed his rear end again. Softly this time, almost lovingly before he drew his hand back and spanked the younger man. At once, a bright red hand print began to show, and a moment later, the hand came down again, then again. Tom spanked his young friend, harder each time, and alternating which cheek he was striking so that neither one got too much abuse. When one looked bright red and nearly raw, he moved to the other.
How Dougie had ended up in this predicament, he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that currently, his hands were bound behind his back with Tom's red tie, he had an apple in his mouth, and Tom was positively spanking his rear end raw. What a life this was, though Dougie was certainly not about to complain. Not that he could if he wanted to. At all. Not with the constant want of his to moan, but that damn apple.
He watched as Giovanna stood from her chair again and approached both men. She kissed Tom's jaw, and her hand slid down Dougie's sweaty back. Her fingers sent goosebumps all over Dougie's skin, and when she pulled back, he could barely make out the whisper of words she was telling Tom.
"Let's take this to the bedroom."
Famous last words, Dougie had to admit, but he liked the sound of that an awful lot. Far more than he would have admitted in that moment, or possibly ever. He followed the couple, his wrists still bound by a red satin tie, and a large red apple still in his mouth.
Title: Paint it Red
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mostly Fletcher/Poynter
Word Count: 2,451
A/N: Hope you enjoy, mcfreakk. :)
How Dougie had ended up in this predicament, he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that currently, his hands were bound behind his back with Tom's red tie, he had an apple in his mouth, and Tom was positively spanking his rear end raw. What a life this was, though Dougie was certainly not about to complain. Not that he could if he wanted to. At all. Not with the constant want of his to moan, but that damn apple.
The night had started out simply enough, and most like other nights. Tom and Giovanna had invited Dougie out for dinner. It was something they had grown used to doing. Partially because there was still part of Tom that worried Dougie might never eat a proper meal if he hadn't somehow been involved in preparing it and making sure that he ate it. This never particularly bothered Dougie as he was never one to turn down a free meal. Then again, most people don't particularly turn them down either.
Before coming over, he had bathed, and had even tried on the new cologne that Harry had given him as a birthday present. Giovanna was going to be there, and he wanted to look and smell nice for her. Trying and putting some effort into things was always nice, especially if it was for a girl. Even if she was Tom's girl. It was Christmas Eve, and Dougie hadn't finished his shopping. He would wait for the sales that began on Boxing Day to get the rest of the presents he was missing. After Christmas sales were incredible for those extremely last minute gifts. And maybe if he hid out from the people he didn't have anything for, he could make them on time presents.
Dougie had arrived at Tom's with a nice bottle of wine, and a little air thingy he had seen advertised on the telly. It was supposed to make the wine taste better, fill it with air or something. Truthfully, he hadn't paid it much attention, he just thought it was neat and Tom would appreciate it. Harry and Danny's presents had both been food items. What did one get the people that all ready had everything, anyway?
Tom's was decorated warmly for the holiday. He always went all out at Christmas. A real tree, even though everyone warned him against them. Tons of lights inside and outside, though the electricity bill would sky rocket. Garlands and wreaths all over the place with holiday candles in them. Even the dinner table was decorated with wreaths and candles, and even a dry stick of cinnamon here or there.
Things had gone well the whole night, with the exception that Dougie got the feeling Giovanna was staring at him a little too long sometimes. He would turn in her direction to say something, and her eyes would linger just a split second longer than he would have liked. It made him nervous, almost as through he was going to be a part of dinner. Like she was lying in wait. For what, Dougie had no idea. All he knew was that it made him more uncomfortable as the night progressed.
It was when Tom went to grab dessert out of the kitchen, that he felt her foot slide against his his leg. Dougie jumped at first, quite visibly, as he had been taken by surprise. He laughed nervously, trying his best to not miss a beat and act like everything was normal. He wanted things to be. Giovanna had been a part of his and Tom's life for so long that he didn't want to be responsible for them breaking up. He couldn't just let Tom come back into the dining room and drop the bomb on him that his girlfriend had initiated a game of footsie. Would Tom even believe that?
As Dougie's mind raced a mile a minute, Tom popped back into the dining room with a nice, entirely too big for just three people, trifle. The older man set it down in the center of the table and slipped back to the kitchen. A moment later he returned with plates and silverware, and it was then that he noticed how pale Dougie looked.
"Are you all right," he asked quietly of his younger friend. The younger man couldn't say anything, what exactly was he going to say, anyway? "You look like you've seen a ghost, mate."
Again, Dougie nodded his head silently, just in time for the foot that was rubbing against his leg to go up and between his legs. Once again, he jumped, closing them instantly and trying his best to get Giovanna's foot away from his groin. Try as me might have to be discreet, he couldn't help but shove her foot away and turn sideways. A move that attracted Tom's attention more than anything.
"All right then, what's going on," he asked seriously. The warm light making his eyebrows look much thicker than they were as they knitted together. Tom crossed his arms over his chest, still holding the serving spoon in his hand. His red and black argyle vest wrinkled in the front as he did, the red tie he was wearing underneath it showing where the vest went up and revealed it and where his shirt was tucked into his trousers. For a panicked moment, Dougie looked back and forth between the two. What was he supposed to say? And what would Tom say to it. Would he believe him?
"I, I, I..." he stammered for a brief moment while Tom stared at him. "Um, I, er. Gi." It was all he could say. How the rest happened after that, he still wasn't sure.
Tom had uncrossed his arms slowly, so slowly that Dougie thought he was in a film and the man was going to take that serving spoon, and jam it right between his eyes for the blasphemy spewing out of his mouth. Instead, he put it down on the table, and casually moved things out of the way. It was the way he moved that made Dougie the most uneasy. It was like something out of a film where the serial killer had just told his next victim they would die. He was moving slowly, methodically, moving every individual item out of the way with absolutely no hint as to what was going through his head. At least, that was the case until he undid his tie.
Uh oh, Dougie thought when he saw him loosen it. Tom reached cross the table to the centerpiece and pulled an apple off the wreath that was sitting there. He played with it momentarily, tossing it in the air and catching it again. "Care to explain that to me," he asked in a dark voice.
"She started it!" He had blurted it out before he could stop himself, and once it was out there, his eyes widened at what he had just said. No, no, no that was bad. It was almost as though Dougie could see the flash in Tom's eyes, there was something going on there. And oh no, he didn't want to be the cause of it.
The apple was shoved into Dougie's mouth before he even knew what had happened, and Tom had pulled him up and down onto the table on his stomach in what felt like one swift move. Really, if Dougie hadn't been so worried about his life expectancy, he would have thought it was pretty hot.
"Tom, don't do that," he heard Giovanna's voice say sweetly. She was the cause of this, of the fact that Dougie was about to get his face pounded in. He saw her move from her chair and walk around the table to their side, but lost track of her after that. "You'll hurt him." Yes, Dougie thought at once. Tom would hurt him, and he nodded his agreement enthusiastically.
"But I'm just giving you your Christmas present," Tom replied cooly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Giovanna put her hand on Tom's arm and kissed him softly before she moved back and pulled the chair Dougie had previously been using away. She sat on it, crossing her legs, and Dougie couldn't help but watch her. The stocking she wore were nice, they had patterns on them, and from where he was, he could see her garters from under her skirt.
"Carry on then."
This was surprisingly sexy, actually, he had to admit it. The way she was just all right with her boyfriend grabbing the younger man and making it sound as though he was some sort of present. And then he felt it. While he was being distracted by Giovanna's legs he felt the satin tie wrap around his wrists behind his back. At that point, he didn't fight it, knowing exactly what was going to happen and being thoroughly okay with it. He'd always wondered about the two of them, something had had to keep them together for this long, and now he knew what that something was.
Still, he hadn't actually expected it when Tom rubbed himself against his rear. Nor did he expect it when he felt the bulge that had very quickly formed when Tom did it a second and third time. If Dougie didn't know any better, he would have said that Tom was getting hard from this, and beyond that, he himself was getting hard from it. With the apple in his mouth, Dougie could only groan, any words he tried to form were quickly evaporated, and his protests fell on deaf ears.
"Really, Tom, don't tease him," Giovanna whispered from her chair.
It was strange to Dougie to see this side of them, but he couldn't help thinking he was at least in for a good time. Until she moved away from where she was sitting. He lost sight of her for a moment when she got up, but Tom was undoing his belt, and that seemed to take precedence. He grumbled backwards, and the older man laughed, not being able to understand a single word he had said.
Giovanna returned a few moments later with a small tin square and a bottle that looked suspiciously like lube. As soon as the bottle was on the table beside Dougie, his pants hit the floor, pooling around his ankles.
"You've done this before, right," Tom asked, undoing his own trousers and letting them drop on the floor as well. He held his length in his hand, rubbing it against Dougie, who could only nod and close his eyes, feeling himself growing harder. Giovanna had opened the condom, and she rolled it onto her boyfriend before stepping back and returning to her seat. If this was a Christmas present, Dougie wondered what they did on birthdays.
Tom took the small bottle of lube and opened it, smearing it all over himself and Dougie's entrance. The younger boy braced himself, not sure of how much different Tom was going to be from the others. it wasn't like Dougie was a whore or anything, but some nights, things just got lonely on the tour bus. Very lonely.
Other than the initial question, Tom didn't say anything else. He didn't ask Dougie if he was ready, he merely guided himself into him, pushing himself as deep as possible. Dougie tightened around him, moaning as he felt every inch of Tom's length. At once, Tom pulled back and thrust back into him, holding onto Dougie by his neck.
It didn't take long at all, and Dougie was squirming and pushing back against him, feeling tom deeper and deeper inside of him. If he could have smiled, he would have, instead he moaned around the apple. He bit down on it, every time Tom slid back into him. The sound of it, the fact that Giovanna was just sitting there watching it, it was incredibly sexy... The longer Tom slid in and out of him, the more his own short fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. There wasn't anywhere else for him to grab at due to his hands being bound behind his back, and he couldn't do much more moving than he was.
He tightened around Tom, enjoying the feel of him. He was thicker than Harry, though Harry was a little longer. Danny was probably somewhere in between, he thought for a moment before arching his back. Tom's thrusting became more erratic. With that, Dougie realized that he must have been close, and squeezed around him, making the older man moan loudly. This a few shorter thrusts, he came inside of Dougie and enjoyed his climax. For a few moments he felt himself shaking and trembling.
"Tom," Giovanna said quietly after a few moments of silence during which he was merely rocking in and out of the younger man slowly. "Why don't you spank him?"
It was a brilliant idea that Tom hadn't thought of. Once he pulled out of Dougie, and tossed the used condom aside, he rubbed his rear end again. Softly this time, almost lovingly before he drew his hand back and spanked the younger man. At once, a bright red hand print began to show, and a moment later, the hand came down again, then again. Tom spanked his young friend, harder each time, and alternating which cheek he was striking so that neither one got too much abuse. When one looked bright red and nearly raw, he moved to the other.
How Dougie had ended up in this predicament, he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that currently, his hands were bound behind his back with Tom's red tie, he had an apple in his mouth, and Tom was positively spanking his rear end raw. What a life this was, though Dougie was certainly not about to complain. Not that he could if he wanted to. At all. Not with the constant want of his to moan, but that damn apple.
He watched as Giovanna stood from her chair again and approached both men. She kissed Tom's jaw, and her hand slid down Dougie's sweaty back. Her fingers sent goosebumps all over Dougie's skin, and when she pulled back, he could barely make out the whisper of words she was telling Tom.
"Let's take this to the bedroom."
Famous last words, Dougie had to admit, but he liked the sound of that an awful lot. Far more than he would have admitted in that moment, or possibly ever. He followed the couple, his wrists still bound by a red satin tie, and a large red apple still in his mouth.