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Harry carefully stepped over the random mess of travel cases, wires and equipment that were scattered all over the stage of the empty venue. It looked like the roadies hadn’t packed anything away and all were enjoying the day off as well. There was no rush since they did have a few days in between shows before McBusted played at the next venue.
However, Harry being the semi-neat freak he was, had organized his drum kit set yesterday after the show. He hadn’t packed everything away, he had just put away his new cymbals since he didn’t trust anyone else to be as careful as him. But during the chaos of last night, he had left his favorite pair of headphones behind. The hotel they were staying at wasn’t too far away so Harry had decided he would stop by and grab them during his morning jog.
He had thought the venue was mostly empty, other than the guy who let him in the front but as Harry approached the backstage, he abruptly stopped in his tracks when he suddenly saw and heard something. Two figures were kissing quite vigorously against one of his traveling drum kit cases, one sitting on top it while the other person was standing in between their legs.
Giving himself whiplash, Harry jumped behind the stage curtain to keep himself hidden as he tried to make out who was kissing who. At first glance, he thought it was some roadie messing around with a visiting girlfriend until he recognized…the back of Matt’s faded blue-dyed head.
Had Matt’s wife come to visit? Harry thought to himself even though the person he was kissing had shoulder-length blonde hair and Matt’s wife was a brunette.
Maybe she bleached her hair?
It honestly wasn’t Harry’s business what happened in Matt’s marriage, shit, he probably had an open relationship too like him and Izzy but that still didn’t satisfy his curiosity. Being nosy as he was, Harry didn't want to leave until he figured who. He wondered if it was someone he knew, someone who worked at this venue? What if it was a fan—
However, Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets when Matt tugged on a handful of the person’s hair and ‘the girl’ moaned.
It wasn’t a girl though.
Dougie!?
He would recognize that boyish high-pitch voice from anywhere, he also got a visual confirmation when Matt moved his body to start kissing on Dougie’s throat, giving Harry a clear view of his bandmate.
Hair disheveled, button up shirt ripped open and soft features scrunched up in pleasure, Dougie never looked so good to Harry. And the noises he was making were also heavenly to Harry’s ears.
Fuck.
Harry had to look away for a moment in disbelief and recollect his thoughts because kissing was a PG description of what they were actually doing. Dougie had his legs wrapped Matt’s waist, who was adamantly humping into him and to be honest, if they didn’t still have their clothes on, it would look they were full on fucking each other.
Harry sneaked another peak and felt even hotter than before as he gripped the velvet stage curtain around his body.
Shit.
He knew Matt and Dougie had really grown close over the last few years, bonding over their struggle with addiction and common interests but how the fuck did it escalate to this!? Sure, Matt and Dougie joked around a lot and “flirted” but to be honest, Dougie did that with everyone in the band.
Actually, it was him (Harry) and Dougie that the fans seemed to ship together the most: Pudd, they called it. And yes, it was all just a big joke to them and okay…maybe sometimes they got carried away and actually made out with each other a few times but they never actually had sex! It was an unspoken rule they both strictly followed because neither of them wanted to be the one responsible for messing up the band dynamic.
…even though… sometimes… Harry wanted to go all the way.
But how the fuck did this happen?? Matt and Dougie?!! It’s not like it was a drunken accident since Matt and Dougie were both sober. No, this had been a conscious choice made by both of them.
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when they finally broke apart and Dougie held a couple of fingers up to Matt’s lips.
“Dude, I got to go soon but I just want to make sure that Emma is okay with this…like no misunderstandings or anything?”
Instead of answering the question, Matt playfully licked Dougie’s fingers, which made Dougie giggle and make a fake disgusted noise like they hadn’t been sucking each other’s faces a second ago.
Sighing contentedly, Matt began to caress Dougie’s hair and reassured him:
“For the millionth time, yes, we talked extensively about it.” He then tucked some hair back behind Dougie’s left ear, revealing a long dangly gold earring. “Do you want to talk to her in person since you're clearly still worried about it?”
“No!” Dougie immediately snapped, looking embarrassed at the mere thought of that. “I’m just making SURE, no, no I’d rather you just be the middleman and I can act like everything is normal and not awkward the next time I see her.”
Matt let a small chuckle out at Dougie’s blabbing as he continued to play with his blonde hair before slowly slurring, “Actually… I would have mentioned this earlier but she would be totally down if you wanted to do a—
“Matt! No!” Dougie interrupted, eyes widening in panic but was trying to cover it with fake laughter. “I don’t want her to see me like…that.”
“What?” Matt smirked, grabbing the younger man’s chin and tipping it up so he couldn’t look away. “You don’t want her to see you as the needy little bitch you actually are?”
Harry could see Dougie blush a deep red before hissing, “Jesus, Matt yeah, I don’t feel comfortable—
“It’s okay, baby boy,” Matt assured him, now holding his face in both hands and stroking his cheeks tenderly. “I understand, you can only be a cockwhore with me, yeah?”
Harry grinned at Dougie's reaction, liking how Dougie would blush every time Matt would call him a degrading name.
“Oh my god, shut up,” Dougie playfully growled, knocking his hands off his face but Matt suddenly became serious. He gave Dougie a stern look like he was giving him a warning, which confused Harry until Dougie jokingly added:
“—shut up, sir.”
As soon as Dougie uttered the word “sir,” a fucking jolt was sent right into Harry’s crotch. He quickly put a hand over his mouth as a laugh/groan had escaped but luckily it wasn’t loud enough for them to hear him. Harry also held the curtain closer to him as well, he was wearing tight jogger shorts for crying out loud!
But it wasn’t just Dougie either driving Harry crazy, Matt was sexy as fuck with his dominating confidence. A mixture of jealousy and fascination gnawed at Harry and couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Matt or be with him.
“And they said you weren’t trainable!” Matt declared in delight before bopping Dougie on the nose with one finger like he was a good dog.
“No one has ever said that, you fucking twat,” Dougie retorted, rolling his eyes and trying to go in for another kiss. However, Matt stopped him at the last minute, snatching Dougie’s face in one hand, keeping his mouth agape. While his other hand grabbed Dougie’s half-erected penis through his jeans, making the younger man whimper and squirm, pathetically.
“Twat? That’s definitely not how you address me,” Matt faux-mocked, squeezing his junk not particularly hard but it made Dougie let out a desperate gasp. “But you can’t keep your bratty mouth shut for a minute, can you?”
Dougie let out a devious giggle, eyes shining with mischief. Harry could see Dougie’s hands slowly creeping up the side and knew he was planning something wicked.
“Yeah so what are you going to do about it— Sir?”
Dougie then grabbed onto Matt’s hand that had been holding his face, yanking it up towards his mouth and chomping down on it. Not hard enough to break skin or anything but enough to hurt and startle Matt.
“You little fucker!” Matt snarled, instinctively pulling his hand back as Dougie took the opportunity to jump off the storage box and out of reach.
Giggling like an idiot, he tried to run away (Harry knew he loved being chased) until Matt caught him from behind. His laughter became even louder as he half-heartedly struggled just to be annoying.
Harry felt stabs of jealousy shoot through him as he watched because dammit, he wanted to be the source of Dougie’s laughter.
Gahhh, he is so cute like this…
Matt carried Dougie over to the drum riser (the platform on the stage to raise the drums up higher) before roughly slamming him against it.
“You don’t think I wouldn’t fuck you right here in the open?” Matt questioned, bending him over and grabbing a handful of hair.
Throat exposed, Dougie’s Adam's apple bobbled when his laughter turned into a guttural groan. He was clearly enjoying the rough treatment and even shoved Matt back with his ass like he was trying to knock him over. But that just made Matt grunt and pull on his hair harder before smacking his ass as well.
“Such a fucking brat! Keep still!
“HnnghnNG FUCK me!” Dougie cried out, using one hand to brace himself against the platform as he tried to slip a hand down his own trousers.
“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Matt exclaimed, snatching Dougie’s wrist and twisting it behind his back.
A lewd yelp escaped Dougie’s mouth as Matt also then yanked his body up by hair, holding him in place against him and breathing into his ear: “You don’t touch yourself or cum until I say so, bitch.”
Licking the shell of Dougie’s ear, Matt then slammed him back against the platform and smacked his ass again, harder this time.
Dougie cringed against the harsh strike, nodding feverishly and moaning, “Yes sir!”
Harry dramatically looked away, curling further into the thick curtain. Yeah, there was no way he would be able to prevent himself from getting a raging boner if they actually fucked on stage. So he had 3 options: A) try to slip away immediately, B) stay and fucking masturbate into a curtain like a fucking creep or C) walk out and catch them in the act and see what happens.
Though… if Harry chose option C that would present even more unpredictable scenarios like would they stop and play it off or beg him not to tell anyone or ask him to join in?
Yeah…ask me to join…as if!
All these different options were giving Harry a proper headache and he knew he had to make a decision right now. He rapidly began to plan how to slip down the stage stairs and—
“Oi, LADS what’s going ON here!?” Harry heard himself basically yell as his body moved on its own accord and jumped out in front of them.
Well, option C it was, whether Harry liked it or not. The impulse to just rip the band-aid off and get the awkwardness over with overtook Harry's real time actions and honesty, it was probably for the best.
At first both Dougie and Matt both froze into place, looking like deer in highlights unsure how to react. Few seconds later, Dougie scrambled to get up and went to hide behind Matt, trying to cover his obvious boner. Matt, however, showed no signs of being embarrassed or even looking bothered as a tiny smirk began to form on his face.
“Did I interrupt something?” Harry casually inquired, trying to appear totally unfazed by the whole thing. If Matt was going to act like nothing was wrong, he would too!
“How long have you been watching us, you fucking pervert?” Matt asked, voice cracking like he was about to burst out laughing.
“Long enough that you can’t say it’s just a joke,” Harry confidently stated. He then strolled over to where he had left his headphones on the other side of the drum riser before picking them up.
Waving the headphones around as an explanation to why he was even there, he then tutted, disapprovingly: “Are you guys serious? Right in front of my drums?”
Matt let out a hearty chuckle at the “right front of my salad” porn reference, which made Harry feel at ease like they weren’t in a weird tense situation and they were just hanging out.
Dougie, on the other hand, remained silent even though that was a joke he would usually find funny too. Harry could see Dougie frantically glancing around for a quick exit since he knew he hated conflict and being confronted but Harry wasn’t going to let him get away that easily.
“Why are you hiding, Dougie?” Harry abruptly snapped at Dougie, knowing exactly why and just wanted to further embarrass him.
Honestly, Harry was feeling a bit betrayed by Dougie at the moment. Yes, he acknowledged he was highly jealous Dougie had chosen to mess around with Matt and not him even though, they had wayyyyy more history. He was also peeved over the fact Dougie probably was never going to tell him, they were best friends afterward all and you tell your friends this kind of shit.
“I’ve seen you with a boner a million times, you know?” Harry added, indifferently. “Maybe not for a guy but it’s the same thing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, why are you hiding, Dougie?” Matt also questioned, turning around and catching Dougie by the left arm when he tried to back away. Smirking at Dougie’s boner, he pulled Dougie in front of him and cackled: “Everyone already knows you’re a horny slut, no need to be shy.”
“The biggest slut,” Harry agreed in a cold voice, shooting Dougie a look of malice.
Dougie physically faltered at Harry’s glare and nervously darted his blue eyes back and forth between Matt and Harry.
“This is weirding me out,” Dougie squeaked in a very high-pitched voice, higher than usual. “I’m gonna go—
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Matt told him, grip becoming tighter on his arm. “You’re the reason it’s weird. Let’s talk this out like adults. Now I want to know have you two actually fucked or what? Because sometimes the sexual tension between you two is so thick even Danny notices.”
“Matt!” Dougie hissed, trying again to yank his arm away. However, Matt ended up grabbing his other wrist before twisting Dougie around and pinning both his wrist behind his back.
“No, we haven't,” Harry answered, watching Dougie struggle against Matt. “And I won’t lie, I’m a little salty that you fucked him first.”
Really salty actually, more than he liked to admit.
"That's a pity." Matt made a sad face and rested his chin on Dougie's shoulder as he continued to hold him in place. "But you’re in luck, Dougie and I haven't actually fucked fuck fuck yet just blowjobs—
“It would have messed up the band!” Dougie piped up, loudly over Matt. He then tried jumping up and shoving his shoulder in Matt’s face to get him off him but yelped in pain when Matt simply twisted on one of his wrists.
"OH that's horseshit," Matt pointed out. "I’m technically in your band now. What were you thinking when you threw yourself at me?”
“I didn’t throw myself at you!” Dougie snarled, getting really defensive now. “Let me go, goddammit, I want to leave!”
Harry thought for a second that maybe he should get Matt to let him go since Dougie was getting visibly upset but it irked him that Dougie was actively avoiding eye contact with him. If Dougie actually asked for help with actual words then he would not hesitate to help; however, right now he was enjoying how flustered Dougie was getting.
”What are you being all pissy about?” Matt implored, shaking him a bit to calm him down. “You got two guys that want to fuck you! An attention whore like you should be loving it!”
Dougie instantly froze like the words being spoken out loud had physically paralyzed him and muttered: “Please…this is so weird just let me go…”
“You think we’re mad or are gonna fight over you?” Matt asked in a softer tone. Averting his gaze to Harry, he gave him a lazy knowing smile and wiggled his eyebrows. “I certainly don’t mind sharing. What about you Harry?”
Usually, no Harry did not like to share and he also did not like the fact Matt and Dougie were already intimately familiar with each other. But this was a pretty unique opportunity and the alluring thought of Dougie sandwiched between them convinced Harry to at least try and see where this went.
“Not sure how this works,” Harry admitted, nodding to Matt’s proposal. “Never done it with all guys.”
Matt grinned, widely and nodded as well. A transcendent understanding seemed to take place between Harry and Matt right then like they could suddenly read each other’s mind, well when it concerned Dougie anyways.
“Oh, I don’t have a choice!?” Dougie exclaimed, beginning to struggle again as the color in his face got even redder (if that was possible at this point).
“Alright knock it off,” Matt ordered, marching them forward closer to Harry so Dougie was literally nose to nose with him. “Tell us right now, you don’t want this.”
Again, Dougie refused to make eye contact with Harry, closing his eyes shut and turning his head to the side. All Dougie’s confusing emotions felt amplified as his boner was still going strong, so physically and mentally it was all too much at once for him.
He needed to think!
“Tell us right now you don’t want this.” Matt repeated before managing to clutch both of Dougie’s wrists in one hand so he could use his other hand to hold his head still by the hair. “Say you don’t want it and we’ll stop.”
The painfully pull of his long hair made Dougie open his eyes and face Harry. Surprisingly, he went still when he saw Harry actually had a concerned look on his face.
“Stop thinking so much,” Harry tenderly told him before swatting Matt’s hand out of his hair, who gladly backed off. He began to fondly pet Dougie's head, soothing the spot Matt had pulled on. “It will be fun, don’t take it so seriously...the band will be fine." Massaging his scalp, running fingers through his hair. "You’re so pretty and we just want to give you the attention you deserve and obviously want.”
Dougie blinked, now looking a bit dazed and had fully leaned into Harry’s touch. He suddenly couldn’t remember why he was against this, there was no screaming or bad blood like he thought there would be and it was soooo nice being touched like this.
“That’s a good boy.”
“Always the romantic,” Matt teased Harry, who was still behind Dougie. Letting go of Dougie's wrists, he had wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in a low voice. “Why don’t you kiss him and see how you feel, baby?”
Finally!
Harry slowly leaned in and was going to take it slow like Dougie was still a frightened deer but was caught off guard when Dougie was the one to crash against his lips first. It was desperate, needy and a bit sloppy like he had been waiting for a really long time.
It was worth the wait.
Dougie groaned wantonly into Harry’s mouth and jerked forward, boner bumping into his own crotch. The contact sent a shiver down Harry’s spine as he deepened the kiss and snaked a hand down Dougie’s trousers, fondling him.
Damn, Dougie was rock hard now.
Dougie mewled and his whining only got louder because Matt also had lifted Dougie’s shirt and started playing with his nipples. All this attention and hands everywhere, especially when Harry began stroking him made Dougie feel like he was going to burst in any second. Eyes half-lidded, Dougie started to breathe heavily and began gyrating along with Harry's hand.
So close, so close..
Unfortunately for Dougie, Matt and Harry both brazenly stopped touching him in sync like they were connected, which made Dougie cry out in frustration. He was still sandwiched between them but they had just stopped...?
What the fuck!
Opening his eyes, Dougie found them were smugly looking down at him, maybe he was too far gone to care but he let out dejected moan up at them.
"Awww baby boy, don't be sad," Matt cooed in a disgustingly sweet voice. "We just wanted to make sure you are consenting to this before we go any further."
"Of course I am!" Dougie almost shrieked, trying to move against them to get some friction but they didn't budge and was annoyingly just stuck in limbo between them.
“Hey now, I thought Matt had taught you some manners," Harry sternly reprimanded him. "You will apologize and then ask nicely to be fucked by the both of us."
Dougie wasn't sure if he liked this tag team Matt and Harry had suddenly established, however; he was desperate for them to touch him again and swiftly begged, "I'm sorry! Sorry sir! Please yes, I consent! Please fuck me, both of you please, sir, sir...please I need to cum!"
“Geez okay, you don't have to shout,” Matt bemusedly reassured him. “Don’t worry...you will cum but first..." Dougie was then forced onto his knees in front of Harry, who started to unzip his trouser.
“...you gotta suck Harry off."