what the hell is a disco stick?...i think you know!

Writer's Block: 2012

2009-12-06T02:44:17Z

If the world were going to end on December 21, 2012, how would you spend the last of your days on earth and why?

"You lot. You spend all your time thinking about dying. Like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible. Maybe you survive."

seriously doomsday crap is retarded. the world was supposed to end a hundred times over by now and has it? evidently not. i mean this one is even more ridiculously craptastic because not only is there an exact date but some even say there is an exact time that is will happen. the future isn't set in stone, nobody can predict was is going to definitely happen. i have no doubt that some day something will destroy the world and more than likely it's going to be humans that cause it. don't be stupid and waste your life fretting over the end of the world, just live your life.

if you couldn't tell i'm sick as fuck of all the doomsday, 2012 bullshit.

but if i knew when i was going to die i'd try my damnedest to become famous and meet Lady GaGa, Madonna and Kylie. or you know search for an entrance to a parallel world where i could go live out the rest of my life. sc-fi question deserves a sc-fi answer.

*side note, cookies to whoever knows where the quote at the top is from.*

Love Scene (Ooh Baby)

2009-11-05T05:21:44Z

Title: Love Scene (Ooh Baby)
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: NC-17
Summery: it's pudd smut, need anything else?
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.

Dougie placed his hands against the rough brick wall behind him, panting. Harry pressed himself against the younger boy's back, forcing his legs apart with a knee.

“You're such a fucking cock-tease,” Harry breathed, the hot air and low feral growl making Dougie shiver. “You were just begging to be fucked.” Harry continued, his hands curling around Dougie's hips, grinding into the blond's ass. Dougie gasped when Harry bit into his neck, groaning as the drummer continued to grind into him.

“H..Harry,” Dougie whimpered, grinding back into Harry. Harry sucked hard on the spot he had just bit. Harry moved his hands around to Dougie's front, fighting with the buttons of Dougie's jeans.

“I'm gonna give you what you want,” Harry promised. Finally undoing the buttons Harry roughly pulled down Dougie's jeans and boxers. Dougie shivered again as the cool night air hit his newly exposed skin. Dougie breathed heavily, body shaking with anticipation, excitement and lust. Harry pushed a hand under Dougie's shirt dragging his blunt, jagged nails over the soft skin. Dougie inhaled sharply as Harry passed over the small of his back. “You're such a little slut,” Harry growled into Dougie's ear. “So eager and needy. Willing to get fucked in a filthy ally.” Harry moved his hand between Dougie's legs, grabbing his hardening cock. Dougie moaned, pressing back into Harry, feeling his jean clad erection press into him. Harry groaned as Dougie started to grind into him again.

“Stop,” Harry commanded, his free hand curling around Dougie's hip. Dougie whimpered when Harry withdrew his hand from his now fully hard cock. Dougie listened as Harry undid his own jeans, the sound of the zipper clicking and denim rustling making him shudder. Dougie couldn't help but push back when he felt the hot and heavy flesh of Harry's erection slap against his skin. “Whore,” Harry whispered.

“Harry, please.” Dougie breathed.

“Please what?” Harry asked, and Dougie just knew he was smirking. Harry pressed his erection between Dougie's ass cheeks. Dougie groaned when he felt the head of Harry's cock press against him, smearing the few droplets of pre-cum around.

“Fuck me,” Dougie moaned. Harry pulled away from Dougie's ass, pressing his fingers against Dougie's lips. Dougie obediently opened his mouth, sucking on the drummer's fingers. The skin was rough and tasted slightly of alcohol. It wasn't long before Harry pulled his fingers from Dougie mouth and almost immediately started to press them into Dougie. Dougie closed his eyes, instinctively tightening around the invading digits.

“Breathe and relax,” Harry instructed. Dougie relaxed as much as he could, breathing deeply. Harry continued to force his fingers deeper into Dougie, twisting and scissoring his fingers.

“Fuck,” Dougie hissed, Harry's fingers just ghosting over his prostate, sending a short spark of pleasure threw his body. “Harry, please. Just fuck me.” Dougie pleaded.

“You should see how you look, Dougie.” Harry said. “Your entire body just begging for me to fuck you.” Dougie groaned when Harry pulled his fingers out. Harry placed his hands on Dougie ass, spreading the cheeks apart. Harry slowly pushed into Dougie. Dougie closed his eyes tightly, but continued to breath deeply and try to relax. Harry slowly pushed by the ring of tight muscle, pushing into Dougie inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Dougie hissed through gritted teeth, the searing pain causing his eyes to water. Harry wrapped a hand around Dougie's wilting cock and started to pump his hand. Dougie gasped, hips jolting forward slightly. Harry quickly pushed the rest of the way into Dougie in the boy's moment of surprise. Everything seemed to freeze in Dougie's world for a moment, the only sounds were their heavy panting. Dougie could feel the metallic teeth of Harry's zipper bitting into his skin.

“Move,” Dougie hissed, pressing back against Harry. Harry grabbed a hold of Dougie's hips, holding him steady, as he pulled and thrust back in. As Harry continued Dougie's pain ebbed away, replaced by spurts of pleasure when Harry thrust against his prostate. Harry buried his face in Dougie neck, tongue flicking out against the warm, salty skin.

“Fuck, Dougie.” Harry moaned, his voice muffled slightly. Harry sped up his thrust, barely pulling out before slamming back into Dougie.

“ohmyfuckinggod,” Dougie words blended together in a drawn out moan. Harry wrapped an arm around Dougie's waist and wrapped his hand around Dougie's renewed erection. Harry pumped his hand in time with his thrust. Dougie wanted to scream, there was pain and pleasure, sensory overload.

“Fuck!” Harry growled, slamming back into Dougie one last time before he came. Harry kept pumping his hand over Dougie's cock, years of experience helped him to know how to get the younger man off quickly. With one last pump and a flick of his thumb over the head Dougie was cursing and cuming over Harry's hand, the wall and ground. Harry slumped against Dougie back, breathing heavily, as was Dougie. Harry stood on shaky legs and pulled his softening cock from Dougie. Dougie stood and turned around so he could lean against the wall. He watched as Harry pushed his cock back into his boxers, still slick with his own cum. Dougie pulled his jeans and boxers back up too, grimacing as he felt the cooling evidence of Harry's orgasm running down his thigh.

“Next time you wanna do this, bring lube and condoms.”

yeah...it's been a little while since i wrote just a smut story. no plot, just sex. anyways i couldn't think of i title so i turned to janet and borrowed a song title.

Always Something to Hope For

2009-10-31T08:50:22Z

Title: Always Something to Hope For
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Jones
Rating: PG-13
Summery: There's always something to hope for.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.

“I don't know what to say.”

“Say what's on your mind.”

“I....I just want this to be over.”

–

I laid back in the soft grass, next to him. The sky was blue, barely a cloud in sight. The perfect day.

“That one's pretty,” He said, pointing to one of the many hot air balloons overhead. I watched as it slowly floated over us, the people in it's basket waving. I smiled and waved back before I looked off into the distance. More balloons were rising, some still cabled to the ground as they were prepared.

“Would you ever go up in one?” I asked.

“Bit scared of heights,” He answered, laughing. “What if a bird landed on one and popped it with it's beak?” I laughed at that.

“They're a bit thicker than a party balloon.” I told him. Silence fell between us, comfortable enough just to watch as the balloon and the random cloud float by.

–

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Do you want this to be over?”

“Because it's not working.”

–

“This is nice,” He said, slipper deeper into the warm water of the bath. It did feel nice, it felt even better with him here with me. I relaxed, sinking deeper too. Our legs intertwined and folded together, knees just breaking the surface. We never really needed words, just soft (sometimes demanding and bruising) touches, secret looks. Things only we knew, it was us.

“I wanna go to the beach,” I said, after a few moments. The water waved slightly when he moved his hand, stroking my leg.

“Anytime,” He said, smiling. I smiled back, letting his touch sooth me and the water relax my tired and worn muscles.

“I'm tired,” I said.

“Don't fall asleep yet, I've got plans.” He said, with a mischievous smirk and promising look.

–

“You've got to be hopeful.”

“Hopeful?”

“Yes.”

“I was...once. I have nothing left to hope for, it's all gone.”

–

The candle's flame flickered in the slight breeze ghosting through the room. I was propped up on arm, watching him. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair fanned out on his pillow. He was so peaceful and relaxed in his sleep. I softly drug my hand over his face, tracing it over his neck and down his exposed chest. He was beautiful, beyond it. I smiled to myself as I thought about us. My life with him, from the time we first met until now. Everything that led us here, where we could...would go.

“I love you,” I whispered, pressing a soft, feather light kiss to his lips. I watched as they curved into a subtle smile, his arm wrapping around my waist pulling me down against him.

“I love you too,” He said, kissing me back. I smiled and relaxed into his embrace, letting sleep overtake me.

–

“I hear you're doing better.”

“I dunno.”

“You actually came out of your room for something other than this.”

“Yeah...”

“If you want this to end why do you keep coming?”

“I dunno....I guess it helps. In some way.”

“That's good. So what did you do, you were out all day?”

“I...I went to the beach.”

–

The beach, it was the beach he took me too. It seemed so colorful and bright then. It just looked grey and lifeless now. A perfect place to loose your identity. Become just another face in the crashing, churning ocean waves. I walked to the edge of the visible sand, letting the waves crash around my legs. I thought about just diving in, letting the ocean have me. What was left for me here?

“Dougie,” I spun around, almost falling as my feet got stuck in the sand. It was a cruel joke my mind played on me all the time now. I would hear his voice, see a flash of him in the mirror, feel his touch. Tom thought I was going crazy, was making me go see a shrink tomorrow. I wasn't crazy though. Even if I was I didn't want this to be fixed, it might not be healthy, but I wanted to hold onto this. I wanted to hold onto the faintest part of him that still existed. I pulled my feet out of the sand and walked over to a large piece of driftwood, sitting down.

“Where ever you are,” I whispered. “I want you to know I still love you. Always will.”

“I'm here,” I heard him say, feeling him place a hand over my heart. “Always.”

–

The ticking clock seemed so loud in the room. The therapist, just sat in front of me, waiting for me to talk. This was a waste of time and money.

“I don't know what to say,” I finally spoke.

“Just say what's on your mind,” The therapist said with an encouraging smile. I thought for a moment. So many things were on my mind. Mainly Danny, sometimes Tom, my Mum and sister.

“I...” I struggled for words, I didn't know what to say. I didn't really want to say anything. “I just want this to be over.”

“Why?” The therapist, I think his name was Harry. He was only slightly older than Tom. Seemed nice enough, waited for over an hour for me to say something. I finally looked up at him, taking in his face for the first time. Blue was the first thing I saw. His eyes, the same piercing, electric blue.

“Why what?” I asked, still staring into his eyes. They were so similar, so painfully similar, yet so different.

“Do you want this to be over?” He elaborated.

“Because it's not working,” I said. It was a stupid reason, one that wouldn't hold up.

“It's your first session, give it time.” He said. “You've got to be hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” I practically spat the word.

“Yes,” He said, seemingly un-phased by the venom in my voice.

“I was...once. I have nothing left to hope for, it's all gone.” I told him. It was true. Danny was gone, what was there to hope for?

“There's always something to hope for.” Maybe he was right, but I could see the point in hope right now.

–

“It's OK,” I shot up in my bed at his voice. It had been weeks since I last heard it.

“What?” I asked, looking around my darkened room.

“It's OK,” He repeated.

“What's OK?” I asked, but the answer never came.

–

“I heard him last night.” I said. Harry looked up from whatever he was writing. I was sitting on the couch by the window, watching the trees rustle in the wind and the birds fly.

“What did he say?” Harry asked. I liked that about Harry, he never made me feel like I was crazy. That Danny's voice was just in my head, a figment of my grief stricken mind.

“That It's OK,” I told him.

“What do you think he meant?” I didn't respond for a little while, just stared out the window. I turned around to look at Harry, who was watching me expectantly. That's another thing I liked about him. He always made me feel like I was important, when I talked I always had his undivided attention.

“That it's OK to hope again,” I said, smiling.

ending notes: ok, probably the saddest thing i've wrote thus far. and i really don't have a lot more to say...Happy Halloween though.
and because mydoctortennant is probably slightly disappointed i will write the other fic i was planning, it's coming to me in bits and pieces, and it's gonna take a little while longer to write. and also part of ponesxox 's prompt made it's way into this, i'll get to writing the full version soon.

&

Happy Halloween!

i have Twitter

2009-10-30T23:43:32Z

and new more people to talk to on it.

http://twitter.com/DaytonBowen

Writer's Block: Nature or nurture

2009-10-28T09:01:58Z

Do you think your moods are controlled by your brain chemistry or that your brain chemistry dictates your moods? Do you believe people are born with particular emotional temperaments or that they are primarily shaped by environmental factors?

Submitted By abelincoln1864

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i think it's a combination of both. this question is rather complexly worded whenever it boils down to such a simply thing. nature vs. nurture. are your moods controlled by your brain (nature) or your environment (nature)? and like i said i believe it's a combination of both. the chemicals that control or cause moods are released at points in your daily life because of your environment. they're not solely caused by one or the other (unless you have a chemical imbalance ie. depression.)

i just can't get over the wording of this though, it's stupid, to be blunt. like it's purposely worded to confuse people and make them look stupid.

...Of Fallen Leaves, Jack-o-Lanterns and Sex

2009-10-27T06:29:39Z

Title: ...Of Fallen Leaves, Jack-o-Lanterns and Sex
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: NC-17
Summery: “The pumpkin isn't watching,” Dougie said, following Harry towards his bedroom.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.

Fallen leaves cluttered the ground, sticking to the rain soaked pavement. It was still dark, the storm having just subsided, water still dripping from the trees.

“It's ugly,” Harry grumbled, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets and kicking the leaves.

“You just fail to see the beauty of the season,” Dougie said, laughing. The blond bassist watched as a water logged leaf fell to the ground, joining its fallen friends.

“How is this,” Harry gestured around them with his hands. “Beautiful?”

“It's tragic beauty,” Dougie responded simply. Harry shot him a confused look. Dougie huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “It's the time when everything changes. The leaves become colorful and give the city new life.” Dougie explained.

“How's that tragic?” Harry questioned, looking around at the soaked trees.

“Because it means everything is about to die.” Harry raised an eyebrow at Dougie's answer.

“Wow, Doug, you just took your EMO to a whole new level.” Harry teased.

“Oh stuff it Posh Spice,” Dougie retorted, laughing. Harry stuck his tongue out. “That mature.”

“What are we doing anyways, just going for a romantic stroll?” Harry asked, batting his eyes in an attempt at flirting. Dougie rolled his eyes but snuck his hand into Harry's coat pocket, grabbing his hand. Dougie stepped closer to Harry, almost pressing their sides together.

“Actually I was gonna take you down the the river, knock you unconscious and throw you in. But your idea sounds better.” Dougie joked, smirking.

“Like you could life me with those sticks you call arms.” Harry said, laughing.

“Hey!” Dougie extended his free hand, punching Harry in the shoulder. “Jerk.” A comfortable silence fell between them as they walked through the slowly drying streets of the city.

“So what are you doing on Halloween?” Harry asked.

“Staying inside and not answering the door.” Dougie responded. Harry laughed, shaking his head. “What?” Dougie questioned.

“Well that's boring,” Harry said. “Me, Danny and Tom are going to go...”

“No!” Dougie shouted, interrupting Harry and drawing some odd looks from the people around them. One mother quickly ushered her child to the other side of the road. “Just because someone shouts 'no' you automatically think they're crazy!” Dougie shouted.

“You're not really helping your case Dougs,” Harry said.

“Whatever,” Dougie huffed, blowing his blond fringe around with the blast of air.

“So why don't you wanna come with us?” Harry asked. “Scared?”

“Yes!” Dougie exclaimed.

“You really should get your boyfriend on some medication.” One of the people behind them stated.

“Sod off!” Dougie shouted. “I'm not fucking crazy!”

“Dougie!” Harry hissed, as the small blond drew more attention to them.

“Well I'm not,” Dougie grumbled.

“Just stop shouting,” Harry stated, voice stern. Dougie felt like a toddler being scolded for breaking an expensive vase. Dougie blushed and ducked his head, trying to disappear inside his coat.

“You look like a turtle.”

–

“Harry said you don't wanna come with us,” Danny said as he cleaned out one of the many pumpkins in the kitchen.

“You're going to go to a 'haunted house,'” Dougie said, using air quotes.

“Well if you don't believe it's haunted why don't you come?” Danny asked, making a face as he dumped another handful of pumpkin goo into the bin. Dougie shrugged and rested he head on the table. “You could help me,” Danny said, flicking some on the orange, seedy goop at Dougie.

“It makes me sick,” Dougie said.

“What this?” Danny asked with a grin, shoving a handful of the stuff at Dougie's face.

“Danny!” Dougie squealed, pushing away from the table.

“What's the matter?” Danny asked, still grinning like a loon, as he walked around the table, coming closer to Dougie.

“Dan, I'm serious!” Dougie warned. “I will vomit on you!” Danny rolled his eyes and walked away. Dougie sighed and scooted back towards the table.

“Hey Doug,” Dougie looked up just in time to get a face full of pumpkin goo.

“YOU GODDAMN FUCKING ASS! EW!” Dougie shouted, while Danny laughed hysterically. Dougie frantically wiped the goo off his face, gagging as some found its way into his mouth.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked walking into the kitchen.

“Moisturizing Dougie's skin,” Danny answered with a smile.

“OK,” Tom said slowly.

“God, I need a shower.” Dougie said angrily, pushing away from the table with more force than necessary. “You just wait Jones, I'll get you.” Dougie warned. “And your bleach blond fairy too!” Dougie cackled and he left the kitchen.

“Hey! I don't bleach my hair.” Tom shouted at the retreating blond.

“Sure Tom and Britney Spears doesn't lip-sing.” Dougie shouted back.

“Britney doesn't sing live?” Danny asked, looking at Tom. Tom just shook his head and ruffled Danny's hair affectionately.

–

“Boo!” Harry shouted, as Dougie came out of the bathroom, holding a fully carved jack-o-lantern in front of his face.

“It's not scary,” Dougie said, leaning against the door frame, smirking. “In fact, I think it's an improvement.” Harry lowered the pumpkin, lower lip stuck out in an attempt to pout. “AH! Now that's scary.”

“Oh knock it off,” Harry said. “You know you love this.”

“Yes I do,” Dougie relented, leaning up slightly to press a quick kiss to Harry's lips. “Now move, I gotta get dressed.” Dougie said, trying to make his way around the drummer.

“Why?” Harry asked, shoving the pumpkin under his left arm and wrapping his right around Dougie's waist. Harry smirked and pressed his lips against Dougie's again, in a deeper kiss. Dougie laughed into the kiss slightly before draping his arms over Harry's shoulders. Harry's hand slipped under the towel loosely wrapped around Dougie's waist.

“Danny, you are such a liar!” Tom shouted. Harry and Dougie both quickly turned to see him walking back down the steps. “He's not scarring Dougie!” Dougie laughed, resting against Harry.

“Come on, Jack is getting heavy and I wanna continue.” Harry said with a sly smirk.

“The pumpkin isn't watching,” Dougie said, following Harry towards his bedroom.

–

Dougie drug his blunt nails down Harry's back, watching the flickering shadow of the drummer on the wall. Harry panted, breathing heavily into Dougie's ear as he thrust into the willing body beneath him. Dougie bit his bottom lip soft moans escaping his mouth as Harry's skin brushed against his erection with each thrust.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed, thrusting hard a few more times before biting down on Dougie's shoulder as he came. The raw stimulation of flesh and course hair against Dougie's cock was enough to bring him right to the edge of orgasm, but not send him over.

“Harry,” Dougie whimpered, trying to urge the man to do something. Harry slowly moved down Dougie's sweat slicked body, Dougie's hands pushing on his shoulders, urging Harry to go faster, further. Harry placed open mouthed kisses along Dougie's heated skin, teeth dragging along the tan expanse of flesh as he made his way down. Dougie bucked his hips as Harry licked and nipped around the area he really wanted the drummer to be. Harry soon grasped the base of Dougie's erection and sealed his lips around the head, tongue teasing the small triangle of sensitive skin on the underside.

“Harry,” Dougie moaned, arching his back off the bed. It didn't take long, a few bobs of Harry's head and pumps of his hand and Dougie fell over the edge, crashing into an orgasmic bliss. Dougie fell back against the mattress, breathing heavily. Dougie felt Harry get off the bed, Dougie opened his eyes to watch him move around the room. Harry blew out the candles that he had set up in his room.

“Romantic,” Dougie mumbled, tuning over to face the night stand. “Even with the pumpkin watching.”

ending notes: sorry if this seems disconnected, random or rushed. it is kind of rushed i've been working on if for three days and always got like 500 words in and decided to delete half of it in favor of going another way. but i wanted to finish it tonight because my power is going off tomarrow for like 6 hours and i'm knocking on wood, crossing my fingers and praying to baby jesus it comes right back on. but anywhos, this is my entry for the halloween challenge on mcfly slash. and i haven't forgotten about the prompts, they'll probably end up being a christmasnewyearsvalentinesday gift for you lovely people. but i will write something for each of them.

Writer's Block: Forgive and forget?

2009-10-26T20:40:34Z

Do you tend to forgive and forget or hold grudges? What is the longest you've ever stayed angry with someone? Is there anything the other person could say or do to win back your friendship and trust?

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"Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could." - Not Ready to Make Nice (Dixie Chicks)

I can forgive people, and i usually do, it's just i never forget what they've done to me. and i stand my ground in a fight and i'm not the first to give in. i'm willing to apologize if it's my fault by i have to know the other person is willing to forgive or say their sorry too. it takes more than one person to fight and the other party usually has something to apologize for as well. i'm not a very trusting person, forget walls i built a fortress, and it takes a long time for me to let someone in and for them to earn my trust. stupid little fights where hurtful things are said will usually make me push that person away again and it takes a while before i start letting them in again, if ever.

Writer's Block: Yes, offense taken

2009-10-25T17:50:33Z

If a friend or relative makes a racist or homophobic remark, do you tend to confront them or let it slide? Are you more likely to confront them if it offends you directly or someone else who seems reluctant to speak up?

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i refer to my dad as a racist, homophobic, bigot. he only really likes straight, white, americans and takes every chance he can to insult other races. in that respect i hate him, i don't mean strong dislike i mean i hate that part of him. whenever he says something i'll just usually roll my eyes and ignore him and he gets the point, most of the time, and shuts up. i'm gay and he refers to it a lifestyle choice, which i believe is somewhat insulting. it's not a choice, if it was don't you think i would chose the easier road? the rest of my family is basically the same way, along with the majority of people around here. it's horribly sad in all honesty.

my friends are racist, they've admitted it. though they don't seem to have a problem with gay people. though T has asked me multiple times what the difference between fucking a girl or a guy in the dark would be. it's not about that. i'm not attracted to women. end of story. she kept asking me that for like 3 years, randomly. until i asked one day 'do you not accept me being gay?' and she promptly shut up and hasn't mentioned it since.

i just don't get it, at all. why some people have such an intense hatred for other people, certain groups. we're all human so in my mind whenever you hate/dislike others you hate yourself. you can't control your nationality, your skin color or who you're attracted to or will fall in love with. people need to realize just because you hate certain groups they're not going to go away, hide who they are or try to change to fit your standards.

Writer's Block: War and peace

2009-10-22T18:30:00Z

Many countries require all citizens to fulfill a mandatory period of service in the armed forces. Do you agree or disagree with this policy? Do you think the current recruitment system creates or sustains socioeconomic inequality?

Submitted By jeepgirl77

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i would have to very strongly disagree with that. i have many reason, the main one being that i don't think anyone should be forced to do something that they do want to do. forcing someone into the armed service is taking away their free will to chose if they want to do that or not. also it may very well go against what they personally believe. in short, in my opinion, it's an idiotic and barbaric policy. no one should be forced to learn how to kill or harm other people.

Writer's Block: Take my advice

2009-10-19T09:28:02Z

What's the best and worst advice you ever received? Did you follow it even if it ran counter to your gut intuition? How did it turn out?

Submitted By forecastisrayne

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worst advice you can give a person "don't do it" (unless it something truly, totally stupid and dangerous) life is too short to wonder what would've happened if you had done so just do. you can always look back later and say 'shit, i shouldn't of done that.'

best advice 'do it' just do it.

a little something i picked up from Cher. nobody i know ever gives me any real advice so i rely on outside sources.

The Fame: Monster

2009-10-17T06:42:54Z

Title: The Fame: Monster
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: PG-13
Summery: he thought of fame as a monster
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Author's note: it's been a little while....blame facebook! anyways this in angsty, maybe slightly dark, an unflattering light in placed upon a few people....enjoy

Flash bulbs exploded all around him, people shouting his name, some hurling insults just to get him to glance their way. It was overwhelming, made his head spin. He thought of fame as a monster. A monster that would slowly creep up on you and envelope you slowly until it ate you whole. He loved what he did, he just didn't like the attention that came with it. Every photo allowed the monster to eat a little more of him. What was so special about him? Just because he was in a band, he deserved everyone's attention? Why he was no longer allowed to leave his house without some bozo with a camera snapping photos? For Christ sake, he was just the bass player, a session musician (hell even a machine,) could do what he does. But the monster's minions wouldn't be clambering over each other to snap a photo of a machine would they? Which brought him full circle, why was he so special? Admist all these flashing lights, I pray the fame won't take my life.

–

“Dougie!” For a second Dougie thought it was another paparazzi. He looked up slightly, seeing Tom leaning in front of him slightly.

“What?” Dougie asked, slightly irritated. Weather Tom wanted to admit it or not he let the monster devour him. He was obsessed with what came with fame. And he didn't want anything damaging that.

“Look alive or at least pretend to be happy.” Tom hissed. Dougie clenched his teeth tightly.

“Whatever,” He mumbled. Dougie was use to pretending. False smiles and excitement almost a daily occurrence. Dougie looked up, lips curling into a smile, allowing the flashes to blind him. Make believe this is where you wanna be.

–

“You alright?” Danny asked, voice hushed. Dougie could feel Danny's breath ghost over his skin and turned his slightly to his left.

“Tom needs an ego check,” Dougie responded quietly. Not that anyone would be able to hear them anyways, over the shouts and screams.

“Tell me about it,” Danny laughed. Danny hadn't let the monster consume him fully, there was still some of the real Danny there. Danny liked what came with the fame too, but he knew how to keep himself in check. Dougie admired him for that but wished he had fought the monster off more.

“Do you want me to talk to him about it?” Danny voice startled Dougie from his thoughts. Danny knew how to bring Tom back down to Earth, for a little while at least. Dougie shook his head.

“It doesn't do much good anyways,” Danny smiled softly and patted Dougie on the shoulder, trying to comfort the younger boy.

“Hang in there, we're almost done.” Danny assured him. Dougie smiled, even though it was a lie. They were never done. There would always be more. More temptations and traps the monster set. Always be another day of half-hearted smiled and laughs. Lies, lies, lies.

–

“What's up with you?” Frankie asked, lips wrapped around he drink straw.

“What do you mean?” He asked, pushing his food around his plate.

“You're like, I dunno, distant.” She said.

“Just a lot on my mind,” Dougie answered. It wasn't a lie, there was a lot on his mind. So many thoughts bouncing around in his head.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked, setting her drink down. What good would talking do? Dougie wondered. He looked at Frankie. He liked her, right now. She was new to this, relatively. She just got back in the game, older now. Poor girl didn't really know what she was in for now. Dougie felt sorry for her.

“No, wouldn't want to lay all my issues on you.” He finally answered. She shrugged and nodded.

“If you ever do, I'm here.” Dougie felt bad, for using her like this. She's just a decoy. Something Tom and the management insisted on. Cross promotion, it doesn't look good for someone like you to be single, rumors will start flying.

“I know,” Dougie said, offering a small, real, smile. Frankie smiled back before going back to her lunch. Can't read my, can't read my, no she can't read my poker face.

–

“What are you doing tonight?” Harry asked.

“Nothing, why?” Dougie asked. Harry smiled and threw his arm over Dougie's shoulders.

“Wanna go to a gig?” Harry asked.

“What gig?”

“Can't you just give me answer?”

“Can't you?”

“That's getting old,” Harry said. “Anyways, Lady GaGa.”

“You have tickets to see Lady GaGa, why?” Dougie asked, she defiantly wasn't Harry's type of music. Dougie liked her, but he liked just about anything.

“Izzy wanted to go but she can't now so, what do ya say?” Harry asked.

“Sure,” Dougie answered.

–

The venue was small, crowded and hot. Everybody pressed up against one another screaming for the main attraction. Dougie like small venues, closer to the fans. He didn't think of the fans as pawns in the monsters game, just innocent by standers that sometimes got swallowed by the beast to be used.

“We need to play venues like this again,” Dougie told Harry.

“I know,” Harry agreed, nodding. Dougie looked back at the sea of people. He used to be one of them, jumping and screaming.

“I wanna be in the crowd,” Dougie told Harry.

“Think we can squeeze in front?” Harry asked, smiling.

--

A couple minuets, a few bribes and shoves later Dougie and Harry manged to get front and center.

“Happy now?” Harry shouted.

“Yeah!” Dougie responded, nodding. Tonight he could be himself, lost in a sea of people, just enjoy life for a few hours.

“You know,” Harry started, leaning closer to Dougie.

“What?” Dougie asked, when Harry didn't continue.

“No, never mind.” Harry said, pulling away. Dougie grabbed his wrist.

“No, come on tell me.” Dougie pleaded. Harry smiled, looking slightly nervous. Dougie liked Harry, a lot more than anyone else he knew. He fought the monster too, never gave in. Harry, like Dougie, wondered why he was so important. Dougie was closer to the drummer than anyone else. Harry knew more about him than even his family.

“Izzy never wanted to come,” Harry said, finally.

“What?” Dougie asked, slightly confused.

“I got the tickets for you,” Harry elaborated. “For us.” Dougie smiled, wide and bright. He slipped his hand into Harry's, lacing their fingers together.

“Thank you.” I want your love, I don't wanna be friends.

ending notes: i wanted to write something based on GaGa's song Bad Romance, but i had trouble coming up with anything. so instead i took her idea that fame is a monster and beat the metaphor to death. anyways, sequel anyone? i had a few ideas, mainly full on slash. comments are <3

songs used:
Admist all these flashing lights, I pray the fame won't take my life - Paparazzi 2009 VMA performance - Lady GaGa
Make believe this is where you wanna be - Decoy - Paramore
Lies, lies, lies - Lies - McFly
Can't read my, can't read my, no she can't read my poker face - Poker Face - Lady GaGa
I want your love, I don't wanna be friends - Bad Romance - Lady GaGa

In the Morning Sun

2009-10-06T05:53:17Z

Title: In The Morning Sun
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Fletcher/Judd
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summery: the early morning sun streamed through the blinds
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Author's note: for poetic_soul92

The early morning sunlight streamed through the blinds. The yellow, dust filled light slowly crept over the floor as the minuets passed. Harry propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at Tom. The blond looked so peaceful in his sleep, completely relaxed. Harry smiled to himself, he enjoyed the early morning, when he could just look at Tom. Some people might consider it freaky or weird but Tom thought it was sweet. He had told Harry as much. Harry bent down and pressed his lips against Tom's exposed shoulder. He felt Tom stir slightly. Harry twined his fingers in the halo of blond hair and continued pressing kisses against Tom's pale skin.

“What are you doing?” Tom mumbled.

“Waking you up,” Harry responded, smiling against Tom's shoulder. Harry pressed one final kiss to Tom's shoulder, lightly scrapping his teeth over the skin, before Tom rolled onto his back. Tom scrunched his eyes closed, not used to the sunlight.

“You're weird,” Tom said, opening and blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the light.

“Spent a lot of time with Dougie,” Harry said, with a slight laugh. Tom smirked at Harry's comment and finally focused his eyes on the drummer. Harry bent down and pressed his lips against Tom's. Tom rested his hand on Harry's neck, pressing deeper into the kiss.

“Good morning,” Tom said, breaking the kiss.

“Very good morning,” Harry stated with a smile.

“You need to brush your teeth,” Tom said with a teasing tone and smile. Harry smirked and bent down, quickly licking Tom's face. “Ew!” Tom pushed Harry away. “Freak.”

“You love it,” Harry said, laying back on the bed. Tom wiped his face with the bed sheet.

“That depends,” Tom stated before laying back down on the bed, resting his head on Harry's chest. Harry wrapped an arm around Tom, rubbing his hand over smooth, pale skin. Tom sighed and closed his eyes. “But yes, I do love it.”

ending notes: hope you like this, it was written at like 2 AM and it was just coming to me. if not then you can request another prompt.

and to everybody that had requested/prompted i am working on them, i just have to be in the mood to write and have my thoughts organized (some of you may know what i'm talking about.) but i will write a fic/ficlet for every prompt it will just take some time.

Writer's Block: Sick day

2009-10-06T00:11:39Z

When you get sick, do you prefer to go it alone or be doted upon by a friend, partner, or parent? Do you usually go to work or school or stay home?

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if i'm really sick i'll just lie in bed and sleep. i get aggravated if anyone bothers me. i just prefer to be left alone, but i prefer to be left alone even when i'm not sick.

if i'm not real sick i'll just go about my day normally. i usually don't let being sick stop me. cause i hate just laying around doing nothing. i have a tendency not to tell anyone that i'm sick too, i just grin and bear it.

if i did have a job and i was sick i would probably stay home. you don't get sick days for nothing.

i've gone platinum

2009-10-05T04:04:56Z

oh yeah my hair is very, very, very blond. i did it three times and i still missed some spots but what are ya gonna do? not do it by myself next time that's for damn sure. and only do it once a day. god it sucked, never again man. my roots are gonna show so sooooooooon.

Writer's Block: Who's your BFF?

2009-10-05T04:00:17Z

Who is your oldest friend (i.e., the friend you have known the longest)? How often do you see or talk to each other? Do your close friends tend to stay the same year after year or change over time?

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my oldest friend is R. i've known him since grade five, oddly enough we became friends after he punched me. despite that he's a good friend.

my second oldest friend is T, who is married to R. i've known her for going on 4 years (i think).

we fight, had some pretty big blowouts, but we're still friends. they haven't changed much. i think they're gonna be how they are now for a while.

super blond

2009-10-05T02:27:42Z

my hair was already blond but it was starting to grow out and i had missed parts so i did it again. three separate times in one night, because doing it by yourself is a bitch. i like having my hair blond but the upkeep sucks. my scalp is like on fire right now and i have a headache coming on.

i'm glad i won't have to do this for like months now, my hair grows slow (mainly because i dye and bleach it way too much and it's dead.) i should just let it grow out so it will be healthy.

Writer's Block: Confessions of a couch potato

2009-10-03T16:12:52Z

What is the longest uninterrupted period of time you've ever watched TV? Were you alone or with a friend/partner? Do you tend to watch more TV when you're happy, depressed, or simply bored?

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i can sit in front of a TV for hours but after like the first 15 minuets i'm not really paying attention unless it's something i'm interested in. and even then i have to get up and do something. i don't really like TV, i guess. too many commercials, not very many good shows. i'd rather watch movies or listen to music. i'm not even on the computer so much as i'm usually just sitting in front of it listening to music.

but, anyways, i think the longest i watched actual TV was like an hour (or more) when NBC showed Madonna's Confessions Tour. then there was that time i watched all 22 episodes of Supernaturals first season over two days.

Writer's Block: Least favorite subject

2009-10-01T00:24:36Z

What was your least favorite subject in grade school? What was your favorite? Did your love or hatred of those subjects change with time/age?

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to be honest i hated school from the start. i view school as pointless, it doesn't prepare you for the real world. you're taught things that you will more than likely never use in everyday life or working an average job. and you don't really get to work on your social skills because you're told, basically, to sit down, shut up and listen. grade school isn't as pointless, but really you sit in a stuffy room with 30 other kids, some of whom you probably do not like, and you usually have a bith/dick for a teacher. it doesn't really add up to a fun time.

though my least favorite subject had to be math. i never got good grads in it until we started algebra. which for some reason i picked up damn fast and was good at. i went from getting D's and E's to B's and A's and maintain a B average.

i also hated gym, with a passion. i remember my grade school gym teacher well and i didn't like her. but for some reason she liked me. she never talked bad about me and actually tried to motivate me. and i was the only one she would say goodbye to. but i'm not an athletic person, i play basketball, volleyball and tennis for fun and that's it. that and gym sport are supposed to be for fun but people take them way, way to seriously and actually turn them into competitions and that sucks all the fun out of it.

i didn't really like art or writing in school either. though i'm good at them and like to draw, paint, write and basically be artistic i like to do it on my own terms. i hate being told what to write/draw and how to write/draw it.

i didn't really have a favorite subject, i didn't mind some but like i said i hated school. i mostly just sat in class and watched the clock, waiting for the dismissal bell. i had detention a lot in grade school, mainly because i would never do my homework. and everyday, up until the day that i stopped going, i got a headache. i woke up with one and came home with one, sometimes it would morph into a lovely migraine. and the school nurse knows shit, and won't give you anything and half the time she's not even there so you just get sent back to class to deal with it.

so yeah i think school sucked.

Storm

2009-09-30T21:22:09Z

Title: Storm
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Jones
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summery: everybody's afraid of something
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Author's note: for mydoctortennant

The first time is shortly after they move into together. Thunder rumbling outside, lightning illuminating the sky. Between the short silences Danny hears his bedroom door creak open.

“Danny, are you asleep?” Danny lifts himself up slightly, looking towards his door. Dougie was standing in the door frame. Danny fell back against the mattress, he considers not answering for a moment but the mattress is already dipping under Dougie's weight.

“What's wrong?” Danny asked, turning over onto his back.

“I can't sleep,” Dougie answered simply. In a flash of lightning Danny can just make out Dougie's face. Bottom lip pulled between his teeth, eyes wide.

“Get under the covers,” Danny instructed. The bed bounced as Dougie got situated next to Danny. “Are you afraid?” Danny asked, but Dougie remained silent. Danny still gets his answer though, when Dougie curled closer to him when the thunder rumbled.

“You can't tell Tom or Harry,” Dougie said quietly.

“Why not? Tom would probably be a lot more helpful.” Danny reasoned.

“He's just looking for amo, to get back for all the fat jokes.” Dougie responded, Danny laughed slightly, which he realized quickly was a mistake. Dougie rolled away from him, intending to get up.

“Hey,” Danny reached out, his large hand circling Dougie's wrist. “I wasn't laughing at you.” Danny assured.

“It's so childish, something I should of grown out of.”

“Everybody's afraid of something,” Dougie laid back down, closer to Danny than before. Danny wrapped an arm around Dougie's shoulder, holding the younger boy close. The storm continued to rage on outside, rain splattered against the window, thunder still making Dougie curl closer.

–

It becomes an irregular-regular thing after that. Anytime it stormed Dougie would crawl into Danny's bed, not even asking. Danny would just wrap his arms around the younger boy and hold him through the storm.

But then they move. Dougie gets paired off with Tom and Danny with Harry. Danny laid awake the first night, a light rain drizzling, wonder who would comfort Dougie. Wondering if the blond would be brave enough to still come to him. Danny always makes sure the door to the flat is un-locked, just in case. Harry scolds him for it constantly. (“Any weirdo, psycho killer even, could come in.”) Secretly Danny hopes that a certain weirdo will come in. A short, blond, lizard loving weirdo.

–

The third time they move Danny makes sure he's close to Dougie. It pays off. It storms withing the first two week that they move in and Dougie's barging through Danny's door, DVDs and food cradled between his arms. How he got the door open Danny doesn't know.

“Slumber party!” Dougie shouts, sounding like a teenage girl. Danny grins widely as Dougie drops everything on the coffee table.

“Seriously Doug?” Danny asked, holding up Just My Luck.

“It was free, and it's good for some laughs.” Dougie reasoned.

“You were such an EMO wannabe,” Danny said examining their photo on the case.

“Suck it,” Dougie retorted around a mouthful of M&Ms.

–

“I'm glad you didn't get your own place.” Dougie said quietly. Danny knows what he means, he's just not sure why he didn't anymore.

“I did it for you,” Danny confessed, surprising himself. Dougie pulled back from his position on Danny's shoulder, looking at him with wide, shocked eyes.

“What?”

“I did it for you.”

“I heard you, why?” Dougie asked. Danny doesn't know why. Because he thought Dougie needed someone close, someone who really knew him. Because they get each other. Because, maybe, he likes Dougie a little too much.

“I like you,” Danny answered, it was the truth.

“I like you too Dan, but that's not really a reason to live on top of each other.”

“I like you,” Danny said again, stressing the words. Realization dawns over Dougie.

“Oh,” He said simply, leaning back into the couch, leaning back into Danny. “I stopped being afraid of the storms a while ago.” Dougie confessed. Danny didn't say anything, instead he just wrapped his arm around Dougie.

–

They get caught in a downpour on their way home from a pub. Tom and Harry flag down a cab, while Danny and Dougie linger behind. The streets are virtually empty, everyone having ducked for cover. Danny is slightly surprised when Dougie grabs his arm and forces him to stop. Danny doesn't get a chance to talk before Dougie is pressing his lips against Danny's. Danny presses his hand against Dougie's jaw line, stubble giving the skin a rugged feeling. Dougie wraps his arms around Danny's neck, holding him close.

“I always wanted to kiss someone in the rain,” Dougie said, breaking the kiss.

“Cab is waiting!” Tom shouts from down the street. Danny and Dougie share a smile, Dougie giggling slightly. Danny presses his lips against Dougie's in a quick kiss before grabbing Dougie's hand and bolting to the waiting cab.

ending notes: hope it's fluffy enough for you, a tiny bit of angst may have snuck in, if not you can keep requesting prompts until i get it right ;p

Hurt You

2009-09-29T17:47:57Z

Title: Hurt You
Chapter: 8/8
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Jones & Poynter/Judd
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Summery: the end.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.

I fiddled with my phone as I sat on my couch. I needed to call Danny, I needed to know if I was just a replacement for the shot he missed with Tom. If he still had feelings for Tom. I didn't want to be a substitute for someone, I wanted to be loved for who I was. I pressed in Danny's number, holding the phone to my ear. I didn't even give Danny a chance to say hello before I told him we needed to talk, didn't even stay connected long enough to hear his answer. It took Danny less than a minuet to barge through my door.

“Dougie, what's wrong?” He asked coming around to the front of the sofa.

“I'm not Tom, I never will be.” I stated, Danny looked confused for a moment before his brain started to piece my words together.

“Dougie...”

“I have more to say,” I interrupted him. “I need to know if you still have any feelings for him, any at all.” Danny remained silent, worrying his bottom lip. Great. “I don't want to be substitute.” I told him. Danny sighed and fell onto the sofa next to me.

“Yes, OK? I still do have feelings for him. Probably always will. I loved him.” Danny admitted.

“Then why didn't you tell him, why were you afraid to take the chance with him but you're not with me?” I asked.

“Why do you have to ask so many questions?” Danny responded, I could tell he was getting angry. “It's in the past, I couldn't do anything about it now even if I wanted to.”

“You can always do something,” I said. Danny looked at me for a brief moment before he abruptly stood up.

“I'm sorry,” He said quietly, looking directly in my eyes. All the answers to all my questions came in a simple look and two words. I could feel my heart break, as the piece I gave to Danny shattered. Danny fell to his knees in front of me, grabbing onto my shoulders.

“Dougie, I want you to know I do love you. I love you as more than a friend,” He said. I smiled sadly at him.

“It wouldn't work, we both have to much baggage.” I told him. Danny nodded, pressing his lips tightly together.

“We'll always be friends, not matter what.” He reminded me. In a split second decision I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, one final time.

“I love you,” I told him when I pulled back. A sad smile passed between us as Danny stood and walked out the door without another word. I sighed heavily and laid down on the sofa, waiting for the tears and pain to come, ready to deal with them, ready to end this chapter of my life and hopefully move onto one that wasn't so confusing and heartbreaking.

–

I waited a few days, moping around my flat, before I finally went to Harry. It was raining as I walked down the street to Harry house. The rain soaked through my thin sweatshirt, I could bring myself to care that I was cold. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings so I was slightly surprised when I felt someone brush against me and the rain stop. I looked to see Harry standing next to me.

“So...I talked to Danny the other day.” He said, I just nodded. “Dougie,” Harry said, grabbing my arm and stopping me.

“I love Danny,” I told him. Harry nodded.

“I know,” He said.

“But I'm not in love with him.” I continued, Harry looked shocked for a moment. “He's a good...great friend but...” I paused, looking around, searching for words. “I never got the same spark with him that I got with you. I never got the feeling that I could just open up to him, like I did you. You may not be perfect Harry, but I don't want perfect.”

“You deserve perfect,” I shook my head.

“Perfect doesn't exist,” I told him. “But you do, and you are my best friend.” I told him, smiling. Harry smiled back and grabbed my hand.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Harry said.

“There's no love without pain,” I told him.

“I love when you try to be all deep and thoughtful.” Harry teased.

“Jerk,” I said, punching his shoulder.

“Love me despite it?” Harry's tone was light, but his question was serious.

“Yeah, I love you because of it.”

ending notes: it's lackluster, i know. it angsty, with no real ending. it's so many things but most of all it's an end. because i lost all insperation for this story, lost the direction and i just honestly started to hate it. it started out strong and then i just lost it somewhere along the way. so i decided just to end it, open ended, with lots of questions still floating around.

i probably won't write anything else chaptered, unless i'm 100% sure of the way i want it to go and how i want it to end. i'm gonna be sticking to standalones for a while.

Firsts, Seconds and Some of the Stuff in Between

2009-09-27T20:31:48Z

Title: Firsts, Seconds and Some of the Stuff in Between
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: NC-17
Summery: firsts, seconds and some of the stuff in between (like the title says)
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.

The first time Harry kissed Dougie was during the first tour. The younger boy had a severe headache and was huddled in his bunk, whimpering. Harry felt sorry for him, wanted to do something for him. Harry crawled into Dougie's bunk, wrapping his arms around the blond. Dougie groaned when the thin mattress dipped under Harry's weight, any movement making the pain worse.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered softly.

“It's so bad,” Dougie's voice trembled as he spoke. A cool washcloth draped across his forehead and eyes. Harry didn't know what to do for Dougie, didn't know where to go.

“It'll go away,” Harry promised, rubbing Dougie's shoulder, pressing his thumb into Dougie's neck.

“Feels good,” Dougie mumbled. Harry pressed his thumb harder into the tense muscle of Dougie's neck, rubbing in small tight circles. Harry's fingers continued to work Dougie's shoulder, gently. Harry could feel Dougie get heavier on his arm as the small blond feel to sleep. Harry continued to massage Dougie's neck until he was sure Dougie was in a deep sleep. Harry looked at the sleeping boy in the faint light seeping in around the curtain. Dougie looked so peaceful, relaxed. Harry was thankful for that. Before Harry's brain could even register what he was doing the brunette was pressing his lips against Dougie's. It was a quick peck, lasting no more than a second. But for Harry it felt like it lasted a lifetime. It was so strange to him, kissing Dougie felt so right when it should of felt anything but. Harry decided to push any thoughts of the brief kiss aside, realizing that despite any feelings he could, might, may have it would never go further than stolen kisses in the night.

–

Years passed, memories of that night fading becoming a distance echo in Harry's mind. However his feelings towards the young, blond bassist didn't fade. They grew stronger, became harder and harder to fight as he watched Dougie grow into a gorgeous young man. Watching as muscles developed and tantalizing stretched and shifted under sun kissed skin.

“Why don't you ever wear a shirt?” Harry asked.

“Why should I cover this up?” Dougie said, trailing his hands over his chest and stomach.

“You're so not that hot,” Harry responded with a roll of his eyes.

“You know you want this,” Dougie teased.

“Oh yeah, bring that over here.” Harry said sarcastically. Well not really, Harry did want Dougie, more than the younger man could ever know.

“How 'bout we go out tonight, just us two?” Dougie suggested, previous teasing forgotten. Harry shrugged and agreed. It had been awhile since just they had, had 'Harry and Dougie time.' Harry missed spending time with Dougie, and he had been living with his feelings for long enough one night alone with the bassist wouldn't hurt.

–

Harry is shocked, maybe slightly hopeful and aroused, when Dougie shoves him against a cold, brick wall in an ally. Dougie's small hands pressed firmly against Harry's broad shoulders, holding the taller man against the wall. Dougie looked up at Harry through a fringe of dirty blond hair, his blue eyes swirling and pupils blown wide (from the cheap vodka and possibly...definitely lust.)

“Dougie?” Harry asked, trying to fit so many questions into a simple name.

“'m gonna kiss you,” Dougie states bluntly, Harry's eyes widen in shock. Dougie leans up, lifting himself up on his toes. Harry should push him away, tell Dougie they're both drunk, shouldn't do this now. Harry doesn't do any of those things. Instead he leans down, meeting Dougie halfway. When their lips meet Harry's fingers immediately get lost in Dougie ratty, blond locks, while Dougie's fingers dig deeper into Harry's shoulders. The kiss is awkward, slightly painful and so real. Dougie's tongue flicks against Harry's lips asking for entrance. Harry parts his lips willingly allowing Dougie's tongue to dance over his own. Harry can taste the fruity, vodka laced drink Dougie had been drinking all night, he can taste the cheap cigarettes and pizza from the bar. But above all that Harry can swear he tastes Dougie. When Dougie breaks the kiss, gasping for air, Harry immediately pressing his lips against Dougie's again in a quick, chaste kiss. Staring at the blond Harry smiles and Dougie returns it with one of his own. Shortly afterward Dougie turns around and vomits on the ground. Poor guy has trouble holding his liqueur at the best of times.

–

From that point on they were something. Both reluctant to label what was going on between them with it being so new. All that Harry knew was that when he kissed Dougie it still felt right, felt like home. Lying in bed next to Dougie felt like heaven, though. With the smaller, blond man pressed against him. With Dougie's arms and legs wrapped tightly around Harry. Harry wants so much in those moments. He wants whatever this is to last forever, wants it to go further, just wants to kiss Dougie, wants to hold him closer.

–

The first time it goes beyond kissing is when Danny and Tom were both out. Dougie and Harry were sitting on the sofa watching a movie. Dougie was pressed tightly against Harry, while Harry had an arm draped over the blond's shoulder. Dougie's fingers were tangled with Harry's in the older man's lap. Harry's attention was drawn away from the flickering TV screen when he felt Dougie's lips press against his neck. Dougie untangles his hand from Harry and places his hand high on Harry's thigh. Dougie's hand felt so heavy and hot, even through the denim of Harry's jeans. Harry gaps when Dougie started to run his fingers along the metal teeth of his zipper.

“This OK?” Dougie asked against the heated, flushed flesh of Harry's neck. Harry can only nod as Dougie pops the button on his jeans and carefully pulls the zipper open. Harry's hips jolted for ward when Dougie grabbed his rapidly hardening cock through his boxers. Dougie pumps his hand, dragging the fabric over Harry erection. Harry turns his head slightly glancing at Dougie. The blond was watching with lustful eyes as he pumped Harry's cock. Dougie reached through the flap in the front of Harry's boxers, pulling his cock out. Harry thrust forward at the feeling of Dougie's bare hand against the hard, heated flesh of his erection. Harry knows he's close, knows that it's going to be over embarrassingly quick. When Dougie leaned down and sealed his lips over the swollen head of Harry's cock the drummer was gone. Harry's head fell against the back of the sofa, mouth open with a string of moans and broken words falling from it. Harry cums hard in Dougie's mouth, just barely feeling the blond swallow around the head of his cock.

“Jesus fuck...” Harry groaned. Dougie returned to his previous position, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand. Harry sinks into the sofa in his post-orgasmic bliss, closing his eyes. He can feel Dougie running his fingers over his now soft cock. “What are you doing?” Harry mumbled, feeling Dougie shrug in response.

“I expected it to be bigger.”

–

“It's seven and a half inches,” Harry stated.

“What?” Dougie asked, noisily slurping the milk and cereal from his spoon.

“This,” Harry said, grabbing his crotch. Dougie just rolled his eyes.

“Harry it doesn't matter how big 'it' is,” Dougie stated. “It's not like I would want you to have some ten inch monster dick.” Dougie said, giggling.

“Then why did you say you expected it to be bigger?” Harry asked, taking a seat next to Dougie.

“You have big feet.”

–

Harry kept catching Dougie's eyes during rehearsal. The blond was looking at him with lustful eyes, mouthing words when Danny and Tom weren't looking. Words that stood out to Harry were 'bathroom' and 'blowjob.' It was enough to make Harry's heart beat a little faster and make the rehearsal last forever. When Tom finally declared they were done Harry almost knocked over his drum kit in his haste to get up.

“Really gotta go!” He shouted when his other three band mates sent him odd looks. Harry practically ran to the bathroom, almost knocking over a very startled, and slightly pissed off, woman. When Harry was finally inside the white tiled room he sagged against the door.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed, pressing his hand against the erection he'd been living with for the better part of an hour. Just the thought of Dougie going down on him was enough to keep him hard. Keep him wanting.

“Harry?” Dougie asked from the other side of the door, knocking softly. Harry moved away from the door, pulling it open and dragging the bassist in. Harry pushed Dougie against the closed door immediately sealing his lips over the blond's. Dougie's hands gripped Harry hips hard, while Harry's own hands got lost in Dougie's hair. The kiss was heated and lustful, nothing but pure want and need.

“You're a tease,” Harry accused when he pulled away from the kiss.

“A tease is someone who doesn't plan to follow through. I do,” Dougie punctuated his last words by grabbing Harry's hard cock through his jeans. Harry's pulse quickened as he watched Dougie sink to his knees. Harry held his breath as he watched Dougie undo his jeans and pull them down with his boxers. Dougie grasped the base of Harry's cock and took as much of the hard flesh that he could into his mouth. Harry's hips bucked forward when he felt the moist heat of Dougie's mouth envelope him. Harry placed his hands on either side of Dougie's head, winding his fingers in the blond hair. Harry helped guide Dougie as the blond bobbed his head. Dougie would trace the bulging vein on the underside of Harry's cock with his tongue and suck hard when he reached the sensitive head.

“Fuck, Dougie.” Harry grip on Dougie's hair tightened as he got closer and closer to the edge. Moaned and hissed words spilled from the drummer's open mouth, his breath coming in short, labored huffs. Harry looked down, watching as Dougie bobbed along his shaft, watching as Dougie jerked himself off. The sight of the blond knelt before him and a final hard suck to the head of his cock sent Harry careening off the edge. Harry's head slammed hard against the door, his hips pushing forward. Dougie pulled off, almost choking when Harry's cock was forced deeper. The final strings of hot cum landed on Dougie's face and shirt. Dougie pumped his hand a few more times before he came. The hot, white cum streaking over the floor. Dougie fell against Harry, head against Harry's hip. Both boys were breathing heavy, coming down from their orgasm induced high.

“Shit,” Harry hissed when he felt the door being pushed open. Dougie's eyes widened and he quickly fixed his jeans. Harry pulled his up, boxers bunching uncomfortably. Dougie ducked into a stall when Harry moved away from the door.

“What the hell?” Danny asked, almost falling into the room.

“Sorry, was leaning again the door.” Harry said. Danny rolled his eyes and stepped forward, right into Dougie's mess. Shit, Harry sucked in a breath and hopped Danny wouldn't realize what it was.

“What the fuck? They need to clean these better.” Danny complained. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to leave, that was until he heard a loud bang.

“Gross!” Dougie shouted. “Harry,” the blond whined. “My foot is stuck.”

“In what?” Harry asked, despite already knowing the answer. Danny was giving him an odd look, which Harry chose to ignore.

“The toilet.”

–

“I think Dougie and Harry have a thing,” Harry stopped at Danny's hushed voice. He peered around the wall into their dressing room. Danny and Tom were sitting on the sofa, their back to Harry.

“Thing?” Tom asked.

“Fuck buddies, friends with benefits. Some sort a relationship,” Danny explained.

“Oh. What makes you think that?”

“They were both in the same bathroom and Harry was blocking the door and Dougie was hiding in a stall.”

“Hey, Harry!” Dougie shouted from down the hall. Both Tom and Danny turned around at Dougie's voice. Three pairs of eyes met and silence descended.

“Awkward,” Tom sing-song, trying to lighten the mood. Harry shrunk away from the door, leaning against the wall outside it.

“What's up Haz?” Dougie asked coming to stand in front of the taller man. Harry sighed and placed his hands on Dougie's shoulders.

“Tom and Danny know.”

–

Since Danny and Tom knew, or had an idea of, what he and Dougie were doing, Harry suggested they stop. Or at least cool things down for a while. Dougie, however, had other ideas.

“You don't really want to do that, do you Harry?” Dougie asked, voice low and lustful. The blond slowly kissed, licked and nipped his way along Harry's stubble lined jaw and flushed neck.

“But...maybe we're being to obvious,” Harry tried to reason, his voice shaky and his words meaningless. Harry didn't want to stop this, never wanted to. Dougie chuckled against Harry's skin. Dougie pushed his hands under Harry's shirt, pushing it up.

“I, personally, believe we should go a little further.” Dougie said, pressing an opened mouth kiss against Harry's chest while undoing his belt and jeans. Harry just groaned in response to Dougie's words, winding his fingers in the bassist's hair, urging him to go lower. “Do you want to fuck me?” Dougie asked, slowly making his way lower. “Or maybe you want me to fuck you.”

“Yeah,” Harry moaned. His blood felt like fire rushing through his veins, skin electric and cock throbbing.

“You want me in you, Harry?” Dougie pressed, pulling Harry's jeans and boxers off.

“Yeah,” Harry repeated. Dougie smirked and stood back up.

“Come on then,” Dougie said, grabbing Harry's hand tugging him towards the bedroom. Harry followed, stumbling slight because of his jeans being tangled around his feet. Dougie shut his bedroom door, turning the lock and proceeded to push Harry down onto the bed. Harry bounced slightly when he landed on mattress before he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Take off your shirt,” Dougie instructed as he picked a bottle of lube up from the floor. Harry pealed his shirt off, throwing it to some random corner of Dougie's room. Harry continued to watch Dougie as the blond pulled a condom from his nightstand drawer and began to peal off his own clothes. Harry was mesmerized as more and more of Dougie's smooth, tanned skin came into view. Harry toed off his shoes and kicked off his jeans and boxers.

“Ever done this before?” Harry asked, Dougie just shook his head in response.

“I don't exactly think it's rock science though,” Dougie smiled reassuringly, climbing on the bed next to Harry. “Get on you hands and knees,” Dougie instructed and Harry rolled onto his stomach and did as Dougie said. Harry heard the click as Dougie opened the lube bottle. He jolted in surprise when he felt Dougie's finger pressed against him.

“Just relax,” Dougie said as he started to push his finger into Harry. Harry closed his eyes and clamped his teeth together tightly. It didn't hurt so much as it burned. Dougie gave Harry a minuet to get used to the feeling before he started to press a second finger in.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed.

“OK?” Dougie asked and Harry nodded. Dougie pushed his finger in the rest of the way, twisting and curling the digits, searching for the bundle of nerves that would erase Harry's pain. Harry tried to keep his breathing steady, tried to relax. When Harry gasped Dougie suspected he finally found the older man's prostate.

“That felt good,” Harry said.

“Good,” Dougie responded, a small smile gracing his lips. Dougie began to scissor his finger, trying to press against Harry's prostate as much as possible. With every brush of Dougie's fingers against it Harry got harder, pre-cum seeping from his cock.

“Dougie,” Harry moaned. “Come on,” he urged. Dougie slowly, carefully pulled his fingers out. Dougie tore open the foil condom packet and rolled the latex onto his erection before coating it with lube.

“Ready?” Dougie asked, positioning himself behind Harry.

“Yeah,” Harry breathed. Dougie grabbed the older man's hip with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his cock. Dougie slowly started to push into Harry.

“Relax,” Dougie urged when he felt Harry seize up. Harry started breathing deeply and Dougie continued to push in. When Dougie was fully inside Harry he moved his other hand to Harry's other hip. Dougie resisted the urge to pull out and slam back into Harry, instead he waited.

“Move or something,” Harry urged after a moment, pushing back against Dougie. Dougie pulled out slowly, leaving only the head of his cock inside Harry, before thrusting back in. Dougie soon had a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of Harry. Harry buried his face in Dougie's pillow, inhaling the familiar scent there. Breathless moans and broken curses filled the air, the steady slap of sweat slicked skin echoing in the room. Harry snaked a hand under his body and started to pump his cock in time with Dougie's thrust. It was long before Dougie felt himself getting close, his thrust became quicker. Harry pumped his hand faster. Dougie hit Harry's prostate dead on several times in a row and it was enough to send the older man over the edge. Harry moaned loudly as he came over the sheets and his hand. Dougie slammed back into Harry once more before he also came. Dougie fell against Harry's back, breathing heavily, sweat coating both of their bodies.

“Fuck,” Dougie breathed as he pulled out of Harry. Harry groaned and fell flat against the bed. Dougie pulled off the used condom and tossed it on the floor. Dougie fell onto the bed next to Harry.

“Still want to cool things down?” Dougie asked, smirking.

“Fuck no.”

–

Harry sank into the warm sand watching as Dougie wadded through the shallow water of the shore line. Harry smiled when Dougie turned to look at him. Dougie smiled back and ran up to Harry.

“What's up?” Harry asked when Dougie plopped down next to him. Dougie stared at the sand, running his finger through the fine grains. “Whatch ya doing Dougs?” Harry asked looked over the blond's shoulder to see what Dougie was doing. Written in the sand were three simple words Harry had never know he'd wanted to see so much until just then.

“I love you,” Dougie said quietly, still looking away from Harry. Harry grabbed Dougie's face and forced the younger man to look him in the eyes.

“I love you too,” Harry said, smile almost splitting his face in two. Dougie grinned widely, eyes lighting up. Harry pressed his lips against Dougie's, knowing that from now on he could steal all the kisses he wanted in the bright light of day.

the word virgin can basically mean a first time, and i took liberty with that. writing about first kisses, first time having sex and the first 'i love you's' and some of the tender, fluffly, funny moments in between. i had trouble coming up with an entry because i didn't want to just write a short smutty first time fic, i wanted to do something a bit more. anyways, hope you like it and do leave comments <3

A Special Bond

2009-09-22T23:38:59Z

Title: A Special Bond
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: PG-15
Summery: Dougie and Harry have a 'special bond
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Author's note: see the end of the story, there's a bit.

Dougie was shy. Quiet and reserved, but he would blurt out the most random things. His thought process seemed skewed. That was why Harry was immediately drawn to him. Dougie was a mystery, a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle with only the edges put together. Harry wanted to fill in all the missing pieces and complete the picture. And he was sure it was going to be fantastic.

–

Tom and Danny had gone on holiday, leaving Harry and Dougie to fend for themselves. Harry personally believed they didn't invite himself and Dougie because they were planning on fucking like rabbits. But of course Dougie and Harry weren't supposed to know they were screwing each others brains out. It was a secret.

“So...what do you want to do? House to ourselves, no Tom to yell at us.” Harry said, prompting the young, blond bassist to speak. Dougie just looked at him like a deer caught in headlight. “Yes I'm talking to you, is that so shocking?” Harry asked. Dougie quickly shook his head and began to examine the obviously fascinating rug pattern.

“I dunno,” Dougie said quietly, shrugging. Harry didn't know what question he was actually answering.

“Well what do you like to do?” Harry prompted.

“Get off,” Dougie said almost immediately. Harry could just barely see his eyes go wide in shock of what he said. Color quickly flooded the blond's face. Harry smirked and chuckled at Dougie's embarrassment.

“What else?” Harry asked. Dougie shrugged again, scrunching himself against the arm of the sofa. Despite his seemingly one track mind Dougie was easily embarrassed. “Come on Dougie, talk to me.” Harry urged, sliding closer to Dougie.

“I don't know what to talk about,” Dougie confessed.

“Well neither do I,” Harry responded. “But I'm sure we can find some common ground. We did at the audition.” Harry reminded Dougie.

“Music is easy,” Dougie said quietly.

“Then we'll talk about music,” Harry said. “We have two weeks to ourselves, two weeks to talk.”

“OK,” Dougie agreed timidly. Harry smiled softly as the bassist lifted his head. Dougie's eyes swirled with unspoken emotion, just boiling under the surface of his skin. Harry wanted to force everyone of them to the surface and catalog them all. He wanted to know all of Dougie's expressions, wanted to memorize every flicker of emotion that ran through the young boy's blue eyes.

“Harry?” Dougie's words brought Harry crashing back into reality. Harry cleared his throat and focused on the wall behind Dougie's head.

“Sorry, kinda got lost in thought for a second.” Harry said. In the corner of his eye, Harry could see Dougie pull his bottom lip between his teeth. Maybe there were a few pieces missing to Harry too, and he was finding them in Dougie.

“So what's your favorite band?” Dougie asked.

“Girls Aloud,” Harry answered, smirking. Dougie rolled his and and scoffed.

“With actual talent,” Dougie added.

“Oh, with talent. Defiantly Steps.” Dougie laughed. Harry smiled at how easy it was to get along with Dougie. Maybe filling in the rest of the puzzle wouldn't be that hard.

–

By the fourth day on their own Harry and Dougie had run out of money, so to speak. Tom had left an envelope with a some cash for them. They had spent it all on junk food and take-away. Now chip bags, pizza boxes and burger wrappers littered the floor.

“So....you know how to cook?” Dougie asked.

“Kind of,” Harry answered. “It can't be that hard.” He said, trying convince both himself and Dougie. Dougie looked at him with hopeful eyes, as if expecting him to magically produce a feast or something.

“I could try and help. I've watched my mum,” Dougie offered. Harry nodded.

“Let's go see what's in the freezer.” Dougie followed Harry as he walked into the kitchen. The sink was brimming over with dirty dishes ready to topple onto the floor. “We should hire somebody to clean.” Harry said absentmindedly and he went toward the refrigerator. Pulling open both doors he was greeted with next to empty shelves. “Uh..” Harry scratched at the back of his head as he looked for something edible.

“I think the money Tom left us was to go shopping with.” Dougie said.

“What makes you say that?” Harry asked, closing the doors. Dougie was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“This note that says, 'Don't spend this on junk. Go shopping for proper food!'” Dougie said, reading the note aloud. Harry sighed and leaned against the refrigerator. Dougie leaned against the counter, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the surface.

“So...” Harry said.

“We're screwed,” Dougie responded bluntly.

“You got any money?” Harry asked.

“You're the posh, rich boy.” Dougie responded.

“So I'm automatically supposed to have money?” Harry snapped.

“Well don't you?” Dougie asked. Harry huffed and pushed off the refrigerator and headed back towards to living room.

“Get your shoes.”

–

On the sixth day Harry attempts to cook breakfast, or lunch but that was only if you wanted to get technical.

“What do you want?” Harry asked Dougie with a smile. The younger boy just looked at him from the table, eyebrows raised as if to ask 'are you serious?'

“You burned a frozen pizza, and now you want to cook actual food?” Dougie asked.

“Practice makes perfect,” Harry said with a smile. “Shut up,” He added quickly when Dougie opened his mouth to respond.

“Fine, toast. Let's see how you do with that,” Dougie said. Harry nodded and looked around the kitchen, trying to locate the bread and toaster. “Second cabinet from the right,” Dougie said.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Second cabinet from the right,” Dougie said again, this time pointing towards the cabinet he meant.

“Oh,” Harry said, realization dawning.

“And we thought Danny was the slow one.”

Harry soon learned that Dougie was a sarcastic little bastard in the morning. Especially when he doesn't get food within the first hour of being up. The entire time Harry tried to make something remotely edible Dougie just sat at the table making sarcastic, sometimes helpful, comments.

“I'm going to go watch TV,” Dougie announced. Praise the lord was the first thing that ran through Harry's mind. Harry watched as Dougie stood and stretched. Harry watched as the muscles beneath slowly tanning skin moved and flexed. Harry tore his gaze away. So many thoughts rushed into his head. Dougie's to young, he would be disgusted, I want him. The last thought seemed to echo in his head.

“Harry,” Dougie's voice brought him out of his thoughts. “You alright, You like keep zoning out?” Dougie asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Harry assured him with a smile. Dougie's lips quirked up in a quick smile in response. “It's almost...” Harry looked around for a clock. “Half past one...”

“Yeah, how 'bout you try lunch now?” Dougie suggested. Harry pressed his lips together and nodded. “I'll help, it's frozen food, already cooked. Shouldn't be that difficult.” Dougie said. “We'll just follow the instructions.”

“Sounds good,” Harry agreed. As Dougie walked past Harry's hand brushed against his skin. The brief moment of contact made both boys shiver.

“You cold?” Dougie asked.

“Yeah,” Harry breathed. Dougie nodded, saying nothing else. Harry watched as Dougie reached out, stroking Harry's skin. Harry's skin felt electric, goose pimples rising in the wake of Dougie's touch. Dougie looked up at Harry, his hair falling over his eyes.

“You feel hot,” Dougie said. “Are you sure you're feeling OK?” Harry wanted to tell Dougie that he was fine. But he also wanted so many other things in that moment. He wanted to put his hands on Dougie's skin, wanted to feel the softness and heat that radiated there. He wanted to tangle his fingers in Dougie's hair and press himself against the younger boy. He wanted so much, so much that he knew he could never have.

“Never better, Dougs.” Harry finally said. Harry was taken by surprise when Dougie pressed against him, wrapping his small arms around him.

“You can talk to me,” Dougie said quietly. Harry just nodded, even though Dougie couldn't see it, and wrapped his arms around the blond.

–

It storms by the end of the first week. The wind howling, thunder a continuous rumble and rain pelting the windows like a million bullets trying to break in. Harry holds his breath every time lightning flashes, offering a silent prayer of thanks when the power doesn't go. Dougie's been shut in his room since the first hint of thunder, blasting music. Harry put up with the constant noise until Dougie started playing ABBA. There's only so much a person can take.

“Dougie!” Harry shouted over the chorus of Dancing Queen, pounding on the door. The music stoped almost immediately and the door was pulled open. Dougie's eyes were rimmed red and his hair messed. Harry felt sorry for ever disturbing him. Harry walked into Dougie's room, pulling the shorter boy behind him and shutting the door. Dougie follows, worrying his lip, trying to figure out what Harry is doing.

“Lie down,” Harry instructed. Dougie just sat on the bed, watching as Harry turn the stereo back on, albeit at a lower volume. A particularly loud crack of thunder drew a whimper from Dougie. Harry sat down next to Dougie, a careful distance between them. However it didn't last long. Dougie tugged on Harry's arm, eyes wide and lips drawn tight. Harry lies back on the bed Dougie following, wasting no time in curling around Harry. Resting his head on Harry's chest while Harry wraps an arm around Dougie's shoulders, holding him close. No words were exchanged, just reassuring touches on Harry's part and content sighs on Dougie's end. The music provides cover from the storm, blocking out the thunder, wind and rain. Dougie eventually falls asleep, lulled by the music and Harry. Harry thinks about leaving, for brief moment, but then Dougie's hand clutches his own tightly. Harry smiles to himself and closes his eyes, soon falling into the darkness of sleep.

–

It's Tuesday when Dougie asks Harry to show him how to shave.

“You barely even have any stubble,” Harry said.

“There's some, besides I'm going to have to some time.” Dougie reasoned. Harry sighed.

“OK,” He agreed. Dougie smiles at him.

“Cool.”

The small bathroom felt even more crowded with two people hovering over the sink. Harry pulled a can of shaving cream and razor from the cabinet above the sink.

“Hold out your hand,” Harry instructed. When Dougie held out his hand Harry sprayed some shaving cream into his hand. “Now rub it on your face, a thin layer.” Dougie did as he was told. “OK,” Harry turned on the hot water, running it over the razor. “Now turn around,” Dougie turned to face Harry. Harry held onto Dougie's jaw, drawing the razor across Dougie's skin. “Your turn,” Harry said, handing the razor over to Dougie. Harry and Dougie both held their breath and the young blond drew the razor across his skin, leaving a strip of exposed skin.

“Good,” Harry whispered. “Keep going like that, carefully.” He encouraged. Dougie continues a steady pattern of drawing the razor across his skin and rinsing it off. Dougie was about to finish when his grip on the razor slipped. The blade slid straight for a second cutting into Dougie's skin.

“Ouch!” Dougie exclaimed, the razor fell from his hand into the sink. Harry quickly grabbed Dougie's head to assess the damage. There were two small cuts across Dougie's lower jaw. Harry grabbed a towel from the rack behind them. Wetting one end he lightly dabbed the cuts.

“That hurt a bit,” Dougie mumbled.

“You'll be fine, happens to everyone.” Harry assured him, with a small smile. Harry rubbed his thumb in small circles over Dougie's skin. “You did good though.” Their eyes locked on to each other. Harry drew his thumb along Dougie's bottom lip, feeling the younger boy's tongue flick out against it.

“Ow,” Dougie whispered, and pulled back slightly. Harry realized he had been pressing quite hard against the cuts. Harry quickly pulled his hand back, the cut hadn't been bleeding much to begin with and had stopped completely now.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered, backing up.

“It's OK,” Dougie's words were followed by silence. Dougie sucked in a breath and left after what seemed like hours. Harry just stayed, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A million and one thoughts swirled in his mind. The most prominent being Dougie responded to me....didn't he?

–

Things were fine, if not a little tense, the next day. Though Dougie seemed to have withdrawn further into himself. Only answering Harry with short one word responses or shakes and nods of his head. Most of the time Dougie just stayed in his room, leaving Harry basically alone. By evening Harry had enough and marched up the steps and pounded on Dougie's door.

“Dougie!” The door was ripped open, causing Harry to stumble slightly. “Dougie,” Harry breathed. “What's going on?” The blond just looked at him and then scoffed.

“Are you serious?” Dougie asked. “The bathroom, yesterday, remember?” He asked rhetorically, tone sarcastic.

“Yeah...about that,” Harry started. Scratching the back of his head (a nervous habit.)

“I was waiting for you to kiss me,” Dougie said suddenly, voice quiet.

“What?” Harry asked, dumbfounded.

“I was waiting for you to kiss me, I wanted you to kiss me.” Dougie repeated. Harry's breath caught in his throat.

“Dougie...” Harry whispered.

“I've evidently just made an ass of myself. So we can just forget this ever...”

“Shut up,” Harry interrupted Dougie, framing the younger boy's face with his hands. Harry's heart was beating fast, blood rushed through his veins as he leaned closer. Harry sealed his lips against Dougie's. Dougie was stiff for a moment before he relaxed, placing his hands over Harry's. The kiss was short, just slightly chapped and dry lips pressed together in confirmation. When Harry pulled back he could see a flush creeping up on Dougie's face.

“You're like a puzzle,” Dougie said. Harry laughed at his words.

“I think the same about you,” Harry responded. Dougie smiled broadly.

“Maybe we can put each other together?” Dougie suggested.

“Maye we could,” Harry responded with a smile of his own.

–

“We're back!” Danny shouted, the door slamming shut.

“How'd you two make out?” Tom asked, plopping down on the sofa next to Dougie. “You didn't destroy the house so I'll count that as a success.” Tom said with a laugh.

“Have a little more faith Tommy,” Harry said, ruffling said blond's hair as he walked past him. Harry sat down next to Dougie, casually slinging an arm over bassist's shoulders.

“Whoa, what's this?” Danny asked, obviously shocked by the closeness.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Isn't it obvious Dan?” Tom asked, with a knowing smirk. “Dougie and Harry have a 'special bond.'” Tom said laughing. Dougie's face immediately flooded with colour, while realization dawned on Danny.

“Yes, Tom, we do.” Harry stated matter-of-factly. “And we expressed this 'special bond' on your bed.” Tom's face contorted into a look of shock, horror and with a slight hint of disgust. Harry and Danny both laughed.

“Ew! You're not serious?” Tom asked.

“Maybe....Maybe not,” Harry responded.

“Just wait until you go away. I'll express myself on your bed.” Tom grumbled. Harry just laughed, tightening his grip on Dougie, smashing the young blond's face against his chest. Dougie laughed, pushing playfully at Harry.

“We're going to express our bond again, feel free to watch.” Harry said, playfully smacking Dougie's butt. Harry pressed a sloppy, open mouthed kiss against Dougie's cheek, causing the blond to laugh more. Harry smiled softly, realizing that maybe all the pieces that were missing from him he could find in Dougie.

OK firstly I want to dedicate this to all my pudd loving monsters. and in general anyone and everyone who has commented. there was just so much inspiration from so many people and so many comments for everything that i've written. it's great to get comments that inspire you and to know that people actually read and like your work. it's great so thank you, so much.

also this was inspired, mainly, by this video.

it basically confirms the pudd is real. i love it.

so that's that basically. rock on people.

Nobody Knows

2009-09-20T05:57:14Z

Title: Nobody Knows
Chapter: 1/1
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: PG
Summery: anybody that leaves isn't worth it
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Author's note: dedicated to everyone who has commented thus far.

The air was cold, breath turning white and floating away in the soft wind. Dougie sat huddled against the cold brick of Harry's house, waiting for him to return. Dougie pulled his knees closer to his chest, tucking his arms tight against his shaking body. He did want to be home now. Danny was having a party, normally he would've stayed, got drunk, had some fun. Instead he was freezing waiting for Harry to come home. Dougie shivered as the wind picked up, resting his head on his knees. Maybe I should have gone to Tom's he thought. It was only a thought, he'd always go to Harry. Leaves rustled in the wind, blowing over slowly dying grass. Dougie looked to the street, searching for any sign of life, headlights, a shadow in the yellow street lights.

“Dougie,” Danny, Dougie recognized his voice. Soft and pleading. He knew what Danny was going to say, Danny knew what Dougie's answer would be. It was a pointless conversation, but one they always had.

“Dan,” Dougie responded. Dougie could hear as Danny huffed, scuffing his shoes on the ground and shoving his hands deep into his jacket.

“Come back, it's freezing out here and the party's almost over.” Danny said.

“I'm waiting for Harry,” Dougie stated simply. Danny left out a resentful snort of laughter. Bitter and disbelieving.

“Why don't you go to Tom's?” Danny pressed. “You're going to die out here.”

“I'll be fine,” Dougie assured him, smiling softly into his knees. Dougie could picture Danny drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, searching his brain for words, for an argument. Danny huffed, leaves crunching as he moved. Dougie lifted his head and watched as Danny pulled a key from his pocket. He opened Harry's door, standing next to the dark entrance. Dougie smiled softly at Danny. Dougie stood and slowly made his way into the darkened house. He heard Danny flick the light switch by the door. Dougie sucked in a breath, looking around the room he was in. Empty.

“He's gone Dougs,” Danny said from behind him. Cobwebs hung in almost every corner, a light coat of dust already on the floor.

“It's dirty, Harry wouldn't like that.” Dougie said softly, kicking at the dust on the floor.

“Harry is...” Danny started, but Dougie just shook his head. Dougie reached out, fingers lightly tracing the wall as he made his way towards the steps. He made his way up the dark wooden steps, Danny following. Dougie made his way through the dark hallway, coming to a stop in front of Harry's bedroom. He shakily reached out, turning on the light.

“Dougie,” Danny said softly, his voice barely registering in Dougie's ears. Dougie walked across the barren room, the only thing remaining in the room was a dark wood dresser. Dougie swallowed hard as he grasped the metallic handles, pulling open the third drawer. He pulled out a gray sweatshirt. Harry's sweatshirt. The material still held his scent, however faint. Dougie stripped his own coat off and pulled the thinner material on.

“He's not coming back is he?” Dougie asked. Danny could feel his heart break at the innocence and hope in Dougie's words. Holding onto the hope that the drummer would return, that Danny's answer would be yes, he is coming back.

“Dougie,” Danny said again, softly. He heard Dougie suck in a ragged breath.

“It hurts, so much.” Dougie said. “Too much. It feels like there's a hole in my chest.” Dougie's voice broke around the first sob. He sucked in a breath, trying to get control again. “I...”

“Don't,” Danny said, his tone stern and fearful. “He's not worth it Dougie. Anybody that leaves isn't worth it.” Danny crossed the room in a second, tightly holding Dougie.

“I want to live again, Danny.” Dougie said, his voice muffled in Danny's chest. Danny couldn't help the spark of hope that ran through him. Hope that Dougie would get over this, that he would live again. Danny knew it would take a long time. But he was willing to wait. He was willing to be by Dougie's side every second. He was willing to do whatever it would take to get his short, blond bassist back.

“We'll get there, Dougs, we will.” Danny assured, rubbing his hands over Dougie's back as he felt tears start to wet his shirt. Dougie clutched onto the warm, comforting man in front of him. Held tightly to the only steady thing in his world now. Clutched tightly to his salvation.

ending notes: maybe not the best or strongest thing i've ever written. but probably the most depressing. i was on the verge of tears while writing because i've felt like this. it's something that i've felt and pulled out of me and put into words. it's easier to write when you can connect. i'm gonna stop now because this is going to end up being longer than the story 'cause i'll go off into shit you don't really need to know about me.

Writer's Block: Stuck with stardom

2009-09-15T01:25:36Z

What celebrity or politician would you most wish to get stuck in an elevator with for two hours? What burning question would you ask them?

View 374 Answers

Lady GaGa. being stuck in an elevator wouldn't be the most ideal situation, but hey it would work. i would just have (or try to) a conversation with her, like normal people.

or ya know Harry Judd or Dougie Poynter (from McFly) would work too. there's whole list that could go with this question. i wouldn't like to be stuck with any politician though. they're all scum sucking pigs who lie (some a lot worse than others.)

Hurt You

2009-09-12T17:12:44Z

Title: Hurt You
Chapter: 7/?
Author: afterall89
Pairing: Poynter/Jones & Poynter/Judd
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Summery: Give me an answer but please don't tell me the truth
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Author's note: dedicated to everyone who has commented thus far.

I leaned against the cold tile of my shower, letting the warm water cascade down my body. So I was in love with Danny too or at least falling in love with him. Danny was complicated and simple, a living, breathing contradiction. He was everything Harry wasn't but at the same they were so alike it made my head spin. This sucked so hard. Loving two guys that also happened to be your best friends. I ran my hands through my hair, forcing the water to soak the tangled strands.

“Dougie?” Tom? What the hell was he doing back so soon. I heard him knock softly on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Are you OK?” Tom questioned, I could hear the slight creak of the door as he pushed it open.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” I asked. I leaned forward, turning off the water.

“I talked to Danny,” Tom said. “And he told me what happened.” He continued.

“Just because I had sex with Danny doesn't mean I'm going to break down.” I told him. I pulled back the shower curtain, grabbing a towel from the rack. Tom was leaning against the sink, starring intently at the floor.

“I know,” He said quietly. I wrapped the towel around my waist tightly, pushing my wet and dripping hair away from my face.

“What's up, Tom?” I asked. He finally lifted his head to look at me.

“This isn't healthy, for anyone.” He said, just as quietly as before. “You're vulnerable, clinging to any sign of love that either of them show you. You know no matter what things are going to change, everything could fall apart, no matter what they say.”

“I know that, you think I haven't stressed over that?” I said, slightly irritated Tom thought I had thought of that, that he thought he had more insight into my feelings than I did.

“I think you're confused,” Tom said.

“No shit,” I scoffed. “I love them both in different ways, but I love them in the same way too. I don't want to chose, I don't want to hurt anyone.” I said.

“Then don't,” Tom said.

“What?” I asked. Tom looked directly at me.

“Don't chose either of them. Find someone else,” Tom elaborated.

“What the hell Tom? Are you seriously that selfish?” I questioned. Tom's eyes widened in shock.

“Me, selfish? You're one to talk. You're willing to risk everything we've worked for, for your own personal happiness. Screw everyone else as long as Dougie is happy nothing else matters!” Tom shouted.

“You want me to give up a chance at love and happiness. What's worse Tom?” I questioned. “Would you rather me be depressed and alone?”

“No, you could just find love outside of those two.” Tom reasoned. “You just don't want to look, you don't actually want to work at a relationship.”

“Fuck you! Where the hell do you get so much insight?” I asked.

“Because I know what it's like!” Tom shouted. “Me and Danny were like you and Harry. He wanted to be more, but neither of us were willing to risk the band for it.”

“That's you Tom, and evidently Danny has changed his views. He's willing to risk it for me.” I said. Everything suddenly clicked with those words. Danny hadn't been willing to risk everything for Tom but he was for me. Tom was jealous. Jealous that I was getting the chance he never did. “You're jealous,” I voiced my conclusion aloud. “Jealous that Danny is willing to take the risk for me but he wasn't for you. You don't want me to have what you never did.” Tom just looked at the wall behind me, lips pressed tightly together.

“Yeah,” He finally said, barely a whisper. “It's selfish and I'm a horrid person. I have a girlfriend that I love and I'm still hanging on to that.” Tom said with a choked, forced laugh. “I wonder what might have been if we had taken the chance.”

“Everybody spends their lives wondering what might have been, Tom. You have to let it go and realize what you do have. You have someone who loves you and three best friends that truly care for you.” I said, hoping it sounded as good out loud as it did in my head.

“It's hard to let go and stop wondering,” He said.

“You have to try harder,” I told him. Tom just nodded stiffly. “I'm sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm the stupid one. I was trying to talk you out of taking a chance I wanted because I was jealous, that's not a very good friend.” I stepped forward, wrapping my arms tightly around Tom's waist.

“You're a great friend Tom,” I told him. I felt him wrap his arms around me.

“You're wet and basically naked,” Tom said, laughing slightly.

“You love it,” I said. Tom just huffed out another laugh and ruffled my wet hair.

“How 'bout you get dressed and I'll take you to lunch. A little apology.” Tom suggested with a small smile.

“Danny apologized with sex,” I told him.

“You are such a perv,” Tom said, pushing me away, laughing. “Now hurry up,” Tom urged steering me out the door.

“Ohh quick and dirty,” I said.

“Get dressed!” Tom shouted and pushed me into my bedroom. I rolled my eyes and picked clothes that seemed relatively clean off my floor. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above my dresser. The bags under my eyes were almost gone and my skin no longer seemed at stretched or sunken in. Despite Danny adding more stress to the entire situation he was also helping. So was Tom, Harry was too. It was always better when we were just hanging out being friends. When the stress of the entire situation would ebb away and everything seemed normal again. This was going to be hard but it could work. I smiled at my reflection and turned away from the mirror.

“You OK?” Tom asked from where he was standing in the doorway.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at him. I was actually starting to believe everything would work out. Maybe life didn't suck so hard after all.

ending notes: a short little chappy to hold you over. some past flones *shock* more angst, and a fight, jealously. oh my. also here is a new track list for the 'soundtrack'

Like A Virgin (2006 Version) - Madonna
Hurt You - The Sounds
Gravity - Pixie Lott
Falling in Love (Acoustic) - McFly
Night After Night (Rock Version) - The Sounds
Ignorance - McFly
We Are Broken - Paramore
Walls - All Time Low
Happiness - Goldfrapp
For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic - Paramore
Brighter Days - Krezip
Time After Time (Acoustic) - Cyndi Lauper
Remedy - Little Boots

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