Prompt: “they’re gonna catch us—”
Pairing: Crubbles 😈
The door opens at the other end of the barn, and Harry goes very, very still. Bubbles, who is currently sucking a mark on his collarbone, does not.
"Joey!" Harry hisses as he hears footsteps coming closer. Two pairs. Army boots. "Someone's--"
Joey slides his mouth over Harry's and sucks Harry's tongue into his mouth. He cups Harry through his underwear and presses Harry's hand to his own erection.
Harry pulls away and presses his mouth to Joey's ear. "They're gonna catch us!"
"And?" Joey asks, drawl heavy. "Let 'em get a glimpse of you like this."
Harry grits his teeth and only just remembers his hand is on Joey's dick before he clenches his fists. "Joey!"
Joey rubs against Harry's hand and shifts so he can rub his fingers over the top of Harry's dick while rubbing the rest of him against his thigh. "Let 'em see how handsome you are. See what they're missing not getting you naked before I did."
Harry bites his lip and closes his eyes as the steps get even closer. Something hits the wall he''s leaning against, and he goes very still. Bubbles has the damn nerve to tuck his head against Harry's neck and start leaving small, sucking kisses, which only makes Harry's cock throb more.
"You--" Harry starts to say, but there's a moan from the other side of the wall, and he clamps his mouth shut. He shivers as Joey drags his own precum over the head of his cock, and he can't help but adjust his grip on Joey's cock through his shorts so he can feel more of the length of it.
Behind him, there's another groan, then a small squeak, and then a laugh that makes Harry's eyes snap open. "ROSIE?!"
All movement on the other side of the wall stops. All movement on his side of the wall stops. Joey stares at Harry, and even in the darkness, Harry can see he's fighting laughter.
"Harry?" Rosie asks after a long moment.
"Uh-huh."
"Busy?" Rosie asks, and Harry curses as whoever Rosie's with breaks down in snickers.
"Uh-huh."
"We'll find another place," Rosie says.
"I've got a good one," the person with Rosie says so quietly it almost doesn't carry.
"JACK?!" Harry screeches.
There's a long sigh. Joey finally gives in and laughs.
"I assume it's Bubbles with you," Jack says, sounding very tired.
"Sure is!" Joey chirps. "You didn't hear it from me, but the kitchen shed is empty."
"This never happened," Jack says.
"Sure didn't!" Joey calls back. He stares Harry in the eyes until they hear the barn door close, and then he howls with laughter, body pressed fully against Harry's front.
"Why are you laughing?!" Harry asks, shoving at Joey's shoulder. "This isn't funny!" he adds, trying to shake Joey, but at the first shake, their dicks line up, and he goes limp against the wall. Joey, bless him, pins him there and starts to rub himself off on him and, in the process, rub off Harry as well.
"Jack's got a private bunk," Joey says into Harry's ear. "Why fuck in a barn when you've got a bed to use?"
Harry can't think suddenly, the awareness that he and Jack may both like nearly getting caught. "Oh my god," he whispers. He pictures it, Jack and Rosie (Rosie?! How long has this been going on?! Harry's gonna talk to him about this--)
"Get back here," Joey says against Harry's cheek. He drags a kiss to Harry's ear and bites the lobe with a little too much pressure.
Harry's brain clicks off, and all he cares about for two minutes is kissing the breath completely out of Joey's mouth until they're both coming.
They breathe into each other's mouths as they calm down, and just as Harry's brain is gearing up to realize everything that's just happened, Joey leans over and murmurs, "Wanna wander by the kitchen shed, and see if we can catch a show?"
And, no, Harry does not want to do that. He does want to tackle Joey to the floor and neck with him until they're both hard again. So, he does that.