February Air

Chapter 3

When Dougie awoke this morning, he became aware that a few minutes ago, he was curled up at the foot of his door in a position that gave him unpleasant aches and heavy eyelids of someone who wouldn't have slept at all the night before. He must have been fall asleep there after returned to his room. Initially, he had completely forgotten why he was in this unfortunate position, then slowly, the memories of last night reappeared, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. His best friend that he'd kissed the day before, had told him that he was gay. He could not blame him for that, but then, why he felt like that then? Why did he felt like a total twat when he was supposed to support him? Danny might have known it that must be why he tried to put the stupid idea that he was in love with him in his head. Like Danny is kind of a Fangirl that tried to make his OTP real. Dougie shook his head, the lack of sleep and his back aches gave him crazy ideas.

Rising him up from the floor, he proceed to get ready to go take a shower, with the idea that it would evacuate that bad impression that was clung into his skin. Hoping not to meet anyone, he slipped out of his room, looking at the clock, it was just 7:30am , Tom was still asleep and he could clearly heard Danny snoring in the last room of the alley. He didn't even sneak a look at Harry's door, guessing that he was asleep too probably tired from his trip ... But...

He must have had the same idea as Dougie, yeah probably. The bathroom had been renovated and the owners had set a shower which at first could allow a full view of Harrys Body, studded with beads of water running down his body hauled by the sun of the Bermuda. One of his hands was placed carelessly on the tile and Dougie dared direct his gaze along his tanned arm and finally on his other hand, then he realized what was happening, he drew back slowly, still hypnotized by what he was seeing, with his eyes closed and his mouth open just a little, there was Harry who was shagging himself, stroking in a jerky motion his full 12 inches cock. Dougie could just leave him alone, but something in his head urge him to continue to watch his eldest doing this. Basically, he could not stop his eye wander up and down on the exposed body of Harry. He was stroking his penis nimbly up and down, stroking his cock just a moment before pushing his head back and whisper while ejaculating;

« Ohh… Ohhh Dougie! »

Panicked at the idea that he caught him looking at him, the young man went out from the bathroom, returning to his room, panting. Why didn't he leave? When he realized what he was doing. No, he had to stay, just to look at him doing it. And, now, it was his turn to have trouble because of his own erection. Many times before he had seen him naked, naked, he knew that his best friend had a beautiful, long cock, but never ... he never had thought he would ... see this ... Yes he knew that Harry was doing it often, very often, he often did it himself, but he would never have thought to see his best friend doing it right in front of him. And, the thought made him feel incredibly weird and then he had this way of saying his name, precipitate while ejaculating. Tightening his grip just a little on his cock, Dougie bit his lip, he had no right to think about him like that, after all, had not he had just got caught? But it was so much stronger than him, imagining Harry, all his greatness, EVERY muscle in his body tensed in front of him as he stroked so eagerly, until he came, moaning his name ...

« Ohhh Harry! Fuck! »

Gradually becoming aware of what he had done, Dougie looked for a moment his hand stuck with his own semen and sighed, uncomfortable and regretting what he had done. He whipped out his hand on his boxers, then he withdrew it before putting a clean one to fall into the routine of recording these damn demos. Not that he didn't like it, but he would better catch up on all the sleep he had lost those past days.

During the day although, very often, his eyes wandered to his best friend who forced himself on the drums. Then, he tried to understand what could have escaped him. Harry gay. Oh for sure, he had many done these covers for Attitude that he gladly called his acts of charity for gay, but he always said it with a certain gleam in his eye, and his many hugs and kiss to him ... the kiss they shared last night, which was nothing but a little peck on the cheek. But what Dougie less successful explained to himself is why he slept with women if he's ... well he like to suck other dude popsicles? And, why the hell didn't he tell him before? And, he wondered if Danny and Tom knew? Was he the only one not to know?