“Ask him.”

“Ask him.”

“Stop it, guys. I’m not going to.”

“Ask him.”

“Ask him.”

“No!” Have you ever had that experience where two people are sitting on each side of you, saying the same statement one after the other? It’s like having flies buzzing around your head. Every time you swat one of them off, another swoops down on you, and by the time you’ve got rid of that one, the first one’s back again. Well, that’s what I had, sitting in the school library. However, my flies took the form of a Scottish girl and an English boy. I’d been stupid. Stupid enough to tell them I had a massive crush on Harry Judd- one of the most popular guys in school, currently dating the girl in our year that every straight guy wants. Now, they wanted to do something about it.

“He’s refusing, Kenz,” Kyle Wilson said round me, just in case his best friend hadn’t worked that out.

A grin curled on her lips, “I say we have to move onto Major Threat.”

Kyle gasped, and I found myself looking back and forth between them frantically, “What? What major threat?”

Stacey Mackenzie leaned towards me, her heavily black lined dark blue eyes glinting. Kyle did similarly on the other side, and I felt enclosed. “If you don’t tell him,-” Stacey began softly.

“-we will,” Kyle concluded. I turned to face him and found myself staring into his clear grey eyes for any sign that they were kidding. I found none.

“No way. Uh-uh.” I leaned back away from both of them, “Besides, neither of you even know him. How are you going to get near to him?”

“He went out with my brother, actually,” Kyle corrected. Kyle’s identical twin brother was well known in the school for being a proud gay. He was actually respected for it. “I got to know him pretty well over that time. Nice guy.” He caught Stacey’s eye and grinned, “Even nicer pull.”

I gaped at him, “You made out with Harry Judd?! Hang on, Harry Judd’s gay?!?!”

Stacey shook her head, “He’s about as gay as the two of us are…” At my blank look, she gave a deep sigh and rolled her eyes. “Gorgeous…” she commented to Kyle. “But one of the slowest blokes I’ve ever met… He’s bi, Dougie.” She smiled coyly, “You could have a chance if you told him…”

I gave her one of my sweetest smiles in return, “Well, I guess we’ll never know if that’s true or not…”

“Oh, for the love of Siree! Can we just conclude now that Judd’s going to find out sooner or later? The only question is: From whom?”

I sat back in my chair with what I hoped was a stubborn and defiant gesture, “Not me.”

Stacey nodded in what appeared to be understanding, “Fine… Be right back.” With that, she stood up and left the library like a girl on a mission. My sinking heart told me what that mission was.

Kyle patted me on the shoulder sympathetically, “You had the chance…” I hid my face in my hands.

*****

I sighed deeply as the weak water spray from the school showers beat against my shoulders and ran down my body. I had permission to use the pool after school to train for the companionships that were coming up. Not that you could tell I was a swimmer, I thought disgustedly, looking down at my body. I looked weak, and the legs that emerged from my black trunks were too skinny. “Hey.”

I turned to see him standing there. I’d forgotten he came here once a week. I normally stayed late in the pool to try and avoid him. He was filthy, presumable from his rugby training. “Hey,” I said simply. He smiled at me before going into a changing cubicle. He emerged only a few seconds later. I could sense him watching me even as I turned away.

“Dougie Poynter, right?” he suddenly asked. I spun back round to be greeted by the sight of him taking his top off. I took a breath to calm myself.

“Yeah. You may have heard about me from Stacey Mackenzie?” I was well aware I sounded bitter, but I didn’t care. I stuck my head under the spray and dragged a hand through my hair, but I heard him laughing.

“I’m sure she was only trying to help…in her own weird way,” he said, yanking off his trousers so he was simply in his boxers. Dear Lord, if you kill me now, I’ll die happy… “And besides, it was probably a good thing,” he continued casually. “‘Cause I wouldn’t have been able to resist for much longer…”

The water switched off, a final trickle splattered down on my back. I turned to press the button to start it up again, but it occurred to me what he had said before I managed to complete that task. I turned back to see him grinning at me in amusement, “I’m sorry?”

He moved into the shower area towards me. There was a cute smudge of dirt along his left cheekbone that I ached to brush off. “Here,” he said simply, then showed me. He leant down, and his dry mouth connected with my wet one gently.

I pulled back after a few seconds, though it pained me to do it. “But you have a girlfriend…”

He shrugged, a sexy smirk coming onto his face, “If she had a chance with Hot Swimmer Boy, I’m sure she’d take it, too.”

I frowned, “Who’s ‘Hot Swimmer Boy’?” He rolled his eyes, and it dawned on me, “Oh…” He began to back off. I panicked. Had he decided I was too stupid? “What are you doing?”

He smirked again, and fingered the rim of his boxers, “I don’t want those to get wet, do I?” He slid them off and I almost fainted there and then. Now that was a perfect body.

“Shame mine are already wet…” I motioned my trunks. He crossed the shower in two strides, and kissed me again- more forcefully this time. My back hit the cool tiles of the wall, and the large button, accidentally switching on the shower and soaking us both.

“I don’t care,” he murmured as his mouth raced all over my face- fluid as the liquid that rained down on us. “They’re coming off, anyway. Isn’t it a good thing I thought to lock the door on my way in?”

I sighed as he flicked his tongue over the pulse point in my neck, “Definitely.” He grinned, and assaulted my mouth with his again. They slipped over one another’s, not quite getting a grip. I ground into him, and I felt the vibrations of his deep moan on my tongue.

“Want to take it further, Poynter?” he challenged. I didn’t answer at first, just reached up and skimmed my finger gently along that muddy cheekbone.

“I don’t know. You’re dirty…” I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “And we wouldn’t want to break the law, would we? We’re not old enough…” I ran a finger tauntingly down his penis. “We shouldn’t. It’s wrong.” I took a firm grip, loving the effect I seemed to be having on him. “I won’t,” I vowed, allowing my breath to tickle his ear. He shuddered.

“Shut up.” Harry took a step back to evade my fingers, and slipped on the floor. He fell heavily on his ass, the shower stinging his eyes as he screwed them up against it.

I couldn’t help but smirk as I looked at him, “You all right down there?”

He tilted his head back to send me a stunning smile, then his face contorted. “That hurt so much…” he moaned, rolling onto his stomach and giving me a fine view of his ass.

“Aw… Poor you…” I pressed the shower button and dropped to my knees before shunting forward. I leant over and pressed a soft kiss to the flamed area. Then I trailed my tongue over the soft skin. He sighed softly, then yelped in pleasured shock as I dampened the puckered skin around his entrance with my mouth.

“Fuck me,” he murmured. I froze. Did he just say what I think he did? I would’ve thought that Harry Judd would always like to be the driver. “Fuck me!” he said again, sounding more desperate than before. I pulled off my trunks and tossed them to the side, then ran a hand down my length to ensure it was fully hardened. Then again, the way it was throbbing, I’d’ve been shocked if it hadn’t have been.

I moved over him, and pressed a soft kiss into the nape of his neck as I eased my soaked penis into him, the wet acting as perfect lubricant. There was a sharp intake of breath that I heard over the splatter of the water that never seemed to diminish. I started to move in and out of him slowly. He writhed in pain. “Hang on,” I told him, and shifted slightly inside him.

“Shit, Dougie!” He let out a loud moan as I hit the spot. “Right there! Keep it there!” I began to thrust into that spot over and over. He moaned feverishly, rising up to meet me. I came with a loud yell, shooting into his ass. I pressed a soft kiss to the patch of skin between his shoulder blades, and drew out of him. Then I flipped him over so I was staring into his eyes.

I smiled at him, before moving down his body slowly, placing kisses along the skin, dancing my tongue down the trail of darker hair to his penis. “Brace yourself,” I warned jokingly, before taking his rock hard self into my mouth. I felt a shudder go through him. I swirled my tongue seductively around the oozing tip. The water had ceased, I realised. His hands found the back of my head, and he pressed me down, at the same time bucking his hips so more of him was forced into my mouth.

I moved my mouth up and down his member, moving quickly, knowing it would infuriate him if I took too long. I braced my hands on the slippery floor, so I didn’t choke myself. “Dougie,” he whimpered after a while, between groans. “Doug, I’m gonna-” He came violently into my mouth, and my reflexes ordered me to swallow.

I moved back with wide eyes. Harry looked at me in concern. As he opened his mouth, I shook my head. “I’m fine. It’s just… I’ve never done that before.”

“What? The first thing, or the second thing?”

“Second.” I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I felt a mouth crush to mine. I tumbled over backwards, connecting with the cold tiles and Harry, still adjoined, came with me. The kiss was deep, and sensual, making my head buzz. I pulled him into me, not wanting the moment to end, for fear that if it did; it would never happen against lest he lose his girlfriend, his friends and his popularity.

*****

I slung my bag over my shoulder and prepared to leave the dressing room, I glanced back. I knew Harry was still in here, but I couldn’t see him. I sighed softly and headed for the door. “Wait,” a voice called. I turned to see him coming out of the toilet.

“Yeah?” He didn’t reply, just moved over to me. Taking hold of the back of my neck, he pulled me into another heated lip-lock. Damn, this guy could kiss. He brought his hands round to cup my ass, before breaking away.

Biting down on my lower lip and tugging it, he gave me a seductive look. “See you next week, right?”

I smiled at him, “I’ll think about it.”