(On hold) Under his Thumb

Prologue

Updates for this story will be slow but here is the start.

This story is for Hvitserk100 , creds and massive Thankyou to her for the idea and helping me with it 💜

It's got a darker theme than the rest of my stories and I'm not sure how it's turned out but you can let me know

"Uhmmm Anth... don't... someone might walk in." Dec mumbled breathlessly. His mind losing the battle against his body as Ant trailed warm, wet kisses against the pulse of his neck.

"No ones gonna walk in Decky its way past home time... I just want you all to myself for once." Gently biting at the sensitive blood vessel like a hungry vampire.

"Um okay... I'm all yours."

"How lucky am I?" The taller Geordie stood up to his full height, towering over Declan and smirked. Dec melted as Ant captured his lips but all to soon pushed him so he stumbled and landed on the sofa behind him... looking at his lover with a confused expression.

Ant swaggered towards the door of their shared BGT dressing room, clicking the lock carefully in place before making his way back to his breathless presenting partner.

Dec made to get up to get some kind of contact, once again, with the younger man but found himself shoved back to the sofa by a firm hand on his chest.

"Umm I've wanted to have you like this all day Decky. I love you so much."

"Love you too Anth... now please let me kiss you." Ant smirked once again, loving the power he had over the older man. Ant sat down beside Dec and turned his face so that he could lean in slowly, bringing his chapped lips down upon Dec's soft puckered ones. Dec let out a contented moan as Ant sucked on his bottom lip while working on the buttons of his shirt to expose the milky pale flesh underneath.

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"I don't wanna go home... I wanna stay here with you." Dec mumbled into Ants side as the two Geordie's walked along the desolate stage, Ants arm slung casually over his shorter friends shoulder. Ant placed a soft kiss on Dec's hair trying to work out how they could hide the hickeys he'd left on Dec's neck from when he got particularly carried away back in the dressing room a few moments ago.

"Me too Decky but our wive's are waiting for us. I'll see you on Monday for football remember? And then we have another round of auditions next Friday."

"I can't wait that long-" Dec stopped as a speaker crackled loudly through the silence.

"Ant and Dec, what a coincidence you are both here so late.. do you mind coming up to the editors booth for a moment please? Thanks."

"Was that Simon? What's he doing here this late." Dec asked, pulling away from Ants arm and trying to look through the tinted windows of the control booth.

"Guess we'll find out."

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Hesitantly Ant knocked on the door, Declan stood in the safety of the younger mans shadow. "Come in." Came the gruff reply. Ant and Dec sighed simultaneously; neither presenter liked Simon, contrary to what the production team have them say on camera, he was cruel, rude and arrogant but they could live with it so long as they all managed to keep their distance.

"What's this about Simon." Dec deadpanned following Ant into the room, who folded his arms as he sat down in the producers chair about 2 meters from where Simon was sat righteously, with the biggest shit eating grin they'd ever seen. Dec stayed stood beside Ant, in all honesty a little too achey to take a seat.