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Hey Jude I & II

Big Wknd



The alarm on my phone goes off. What was I thinking setting it for 6:50 in the morning? When I scraped my feet off the floor and into bed last night, after the concert, I knew I’d be too tired to wake on my own. We have such a busy day today, roundtrip to Scotland for Radio 1’s second day event and the boy’s performance. Just thinking about that small detour and then back again for another concert tonight . . . poor Harry.

He’s not in bed when I sit up to stretch in my oversized Beatles’ shirt. Knowing if I lay back down I’ll fall right back sleep, I force myself out of bed and to the bathroom. My hair is disheveled and the mascara stain around my eyes doesn’t help the image one bit. First, freshen up before Harry gets back.

There’s a beep and the door unlocks, heavy footsteps traveling in. I’ve gotten far enough by emptying my bladder, thankful that I’m almost done with my period and can get away with just a pantyliner. I quickly splash my face, hiding in the sink to keep Harry from seeing my raccoon lines.

“There’s my freckles. . . I kinda like this view,” I hear him smiling while I lather my cheeks and eyes, strands getting in the way.

His hands pat my rear and rest on my hips, there's even a gentle kiss is pressed against my back.

“What time did you get up?” I ask before rinsing.

“5. I went downstairs and did a lil weights. Brought you back some coffee.”

The toilet seat clangs against the tank and next I hear a stream targeting the bowl. Nice to see us so comfy around each other. I prolong my wash till I hear the toilet flush and stand straight, grabbing the washcloth folded on the shelf. Harry resumes to wash his hands under the running water before turning the knob.

Glistening from his workout, Harry’s sweat stains dampen the white shirt under his armpits, chest and stomach. He flings his headband off his forehead and begins to undress.

“I wouldn’t have the strength to workout so early, especially after yesterday.”

“I know. . .I’m exhausted.” He mumbles, hardly an energy to continue. “The workout actually helps. Gives me more energy for the day than any brew could. “

“Ah yes, and that’s where we agree to disagree.”

Harry smiles lazily before stepping into the shower while I make my way to this coffee cup with my name on it. I hear more words come from the bathroom and make a U turn back.

“What, sweetie?” I take another sip and search for the brush in my toiletry bag.

“You never showed me the dress you got with Gemma yesterday.”

“It’s a simple tan one, long hem.”

“I would’ve appreciated some pictures. . .” he peeks his head out of the shower curtain.

“And spoil the surprise . . . wouldn’t dream of it. Gemma bought a nice black dress.”

“I could’ve guessed that one.” Harry rolls his eyes before hiding back inside. “The wedding is next Tuesday.”

“You still not going to tell me who’s it is?”

“I can’t, it’s a secret!”

“Really?! Come on, Harry.”

His head pokes again, hair full of suds. “You have to swear-“

“Tell me!” I bounce and shuffle my feet up to the curtain.

“Zayn’s havin’ a small reception close to Perrie’s hometown. Her father is ill, so they. . .”

The two seconds of giddiness diminished with the sad news of her father. My lips still transitioning between a smile and a frown. Just then Harry grabs my wrists and pulls me in.

“Harry-my shirt!”

“Is not wet yet.” Harry smiles cheekily and spins me for the direct hit.

My hair is drenched as well, covering my eyes from seeing anything else but blurry streams. It sure does feel good, hot water to achy muscles. Closing my eyes I lift my face then turn around, letting the pressure push my bangs out the way. Harry hooks his fingers on the ends of my shirt, peeling the heavy fabric off my body.

His mouth eases my shoulder at first, feathering pecks over the curve while his hands glide up and down my back. He gather’s my wet mane to the side and squeezes my neck gently, kissing the rim of my exposed ear. I should be relaxing him, not the other way around. My back leans against his front at a struggle for proper balance. Gentle hands continue around my waist and glide higher.

I wince at the firm cupping of my breasts, still slightly tender. But the sensation still sent a tickle to those favorable places.

"Beautiful. I don't say that enough."

"You say it with your eyes."

“How’s your womb?”

I can’t help chuckle at his straight question or his polite way of asking for sex. “My womb is fine, thank you. How’s your penis?”

I catch Harry off guard and he turns me by the waist to face him.

“Well if you’re genuinely concerned. . . are you? Wait, you’re teasin’!”

I nod. Harry presses his lips together and narrows his gaze. “I don’t deserve that, I think. I’m just makin’ sure you’re aright.”

I study Harry’s leafy green irises, so childlike and yet mischievous. I’m thinking of a comeback or maybe an apology, but instead I wrap my arms around him and he curls down to me. We’re taking turns caressing one other’s backs, placing wet kisses over every beauty mark and tattoo. We stay like this for a while, my cheek resting on his chest. I feel him completely aroused and hardened between our bellies, yet Harry remains calm, this long moment uninterrupted.

So many things can happen in a day. Troy almost fell apart at the mention of getting pulled from the tour yesterday. They were no longer a band, they were broken. Billy negotiated a break to get someone to fill in for Zac. He said something about getting his friend back, the old bassist, Noah. Troy was desperate for any solution, and it looked like Kaycee was too. This band had tasted only the beginning of their career and almost lost it just as quickly.

Management decided to pull them from this portion of the tour. They had till August to get their replacement and issues straight. I don’t know if they can get passed all the loose ends. Troy’s still trying to mend his wound over Kaycee, and she has yet to figure herself out. Billy needs a personality makeover but at least he apologized to Harry for being such a dick.

Billy asked Harry about his comment and was told to call his friend Linda. Harry described how this puffed up man crumbled on the floor against the wall, all pride draining from his persona. Harry stood around, waiting for him to finish the call. When Billy stood up, eyes teared up and face flushed from the news, he exhaled heavily a few times before looking completely lost. Harry assured him things would be alright, to which Billy replied, “I guess it’s time for me to grow up.”

Remembering that conversation made me feel proud of Harry and the caring person that he is. I squeeze him in my arms, as hard as I can anyways, only to hear a chuckle at my faint attempt. I tell him I love him and he whispers it back in a deep velvety tone.

“I’d stay here foreva if it were up to me, but we ought to start getting’ ready.”

I grumble over his chest, shaking my head in a fit.

“What about this problem?” I ask staring at Harry jr.

“I’ll manage,” he smirks.

He get’s out first, wrapping a towel around his hips, and I finally get a chance to shimmy out of my undies and hide them in a ball in the corner. I ponder the last times he’s been aroused and selfless. He’s tired and has a full day ahead of him.

Not today!

I hurry and shut the water off. Harry hands me a towel and I pat the excess water off before piling it on the toilet seat. While he takes another q-tip, I comb my fingers down his broad back and watch him smile in front of the mirror. My hands reach the top of his towel and I tug it loose till it slides to the ground.

“Ooh!” Harry shivers in a bit of excitement.

His height keeps me from seeing my own reflection. Such a lean back divided by the lengthy runway curving into a firm perky buttocks. I’m jealous of them actually, my butt looks sad compared to his. They feel warm beneath my palms as I practice the wax on wax off technique. My hands then slide to the front in search of those handsome V lines, and I follow the borders but bump into a friend along the way.

Blindly, I reach for the base as my small fingers rope up till the end of him. Harry sighs and grips the sink, hunching over slightly. I can tell he’s looking down now. The heat I hold in my hands compared to his skin is mind-boggling. I can feel the moisture exude from the satin texture while his testicles are little cooler. Harry’s body quakes at the first stroke. The muscle has intensified and grown so thick my middle finger and thumb can’t touch.

“Your tiny hands look-look so sexy around me right now.” Harry breathes heavier.

I kiss his back but notice the friction increase from the lack of lubrication. I peer from his side and see the image of him in my firm hold. The tingles turn into bold surges as I remove my hands. Guiding Harry’s hips against the bathroom wall, I squat down slowly, kissing the scattered hairs of his happy trail.

When I kneel, I’m still too short and Harry smiles as he inches his feet to a slouching position. His warm tip kisses my mouth. How bizarre is it to make-out with this body part? I mean would I look attractive making out with a cucumber in the supermarket?! The only reason why I crave it so much is because he’s Harry. The effects that every lick, kiss and nibble have on this boy. . . I crave that.

No one else gets to see these expressions but me. To see how he blows invisible smoke out his mouth as he leans his head back then when he’s run out of air, he gasps and bites his bottom lip. I can hear him then exhale through his nose slowly before he lowers his gaze to admire me. Sometimes he’ll just breathe with his mouth open and once it dries he licks the surface one lip at a time. Or he’ll stare in complete fascination, especially when I swirl my tongue around and under his tip. His stare is completely consumed by aroused pupils but softened by two dimples.

I like when he watches me. He knows I enjoy this now, and his taste. His hands carefully gather my hair and he holds it in his grasp while his other hand brushes my shoulder and cheek. He’s so quiet this time, all I hear are broken breathing patterns. But I focus on getting him as wet as possible and stroke tighter while my other hand caresses beneath him.

His hips thrust timidly at first but then I move with him. His eyes are shut, head bent back against the wall and chest panting. He’s so close. The veins protrude and pulsate under my fingers as I predict his perfect timing of release. He grunt but I don’t stop. He hisses and curves over me and I continue to collect him and press at the base that’s hidden between his thighs. The colorful cuss words spew from his mouth as I don’t back down. I’ve never had him fall apart so hard before.

“Christ, Jude!”

I free his tip and soothe his sensitive length with caresses and kisses. He needed this. Dropping to his knees, Harry cradles my face and devours my lips with the tiny strength he has left. I could go on to round two if we had the time. Just the fact that Harry’s tasting himself on my right now, turns me on in a way I’m almost embarrassed to admit.

“Now we can start getting ready.” I interrupt and smile at boy wonder.

“We certainly can. And know I’ll be thinkin’ of this for the rest of the day.”

"Even while you perform on stage?" I smile wider as Harry struggles to get up.

"Count on it!" He winks.


Notes

A/N: Chapter Song

Fall in Love - Barcelona



Finally going to speed things along here. I'm a few chapters away from finishing Part Two. And from there we'll take a great leap to 2015. For those that are interested in the songlist that I've added to each chapter you can find 98% of these songs on my hey Jude 2 playlist on spotify. It has all the songs from Part Two.


And... I just wanted to ask again. Should I continue Part Three here in the same book or are you guys tired from all the scrolling down yet???

Voice those opinons ladies. Cherish you all! xo :)

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

Hey! Could you please answer me on Whattpad? I would be so honored to translate your amazing fanfiction into Russian.