Teach Me How to Dougie

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to clear my vision. I guess I had moved positions during the night, as I now faced away from Dougie, on my side. I looked over my shoulder, noticing that I had the bed to myself. Sitting up, I wrapped myself in the blanket and looked around the room, trying to straighten out my sleepy thoughts and wake myself up.

Just as I was yawning and stretching, Dougie opened the door and entered the room, sleepily standing in his underwear.

"Good morning, beautiful." Dougie yawned and walked over to the bed pulling me down beside him.

I moved the blanket over the two of us and blushed as I remembered I was still fully naked. I buried my head in Dougie's chest as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Good morning. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well. I was tired from the road trip and - well..." Dougie looked at me, smirking, which led me to hide under the covers. "What? Are you telling me you didn't feel a little tired after?"

I peeked out from under the covers, looking at Dougie as he spoke.

"Yes, I was tired but, OMG, stop talking about it. Your'e embarrassing me." I looked away from Dougie again, as he started to laugh. "Stop laughing!"

Dougie didn't stop but instead hugged me tight, kissing my forehead.

"Maybe after awhile you won't be embarrassed to talk about it."

"Oh really?" I turned so I was facing Dougie, as he still held me close. "Well, maybe we should get a move on, then."

I pressed my lips to Dougie's, eagerly kissing him. He responded just as enthusiastically, smiling momentarily and then running his tongue along my bottom lip before I opened my mouth to accept him.

I felt his hand slide under the blanket and along my side, resting on my ass. Dougie moved me so I was on top of him, not breaking contact as we continued to make out. I could feel his enthusiasm as I straddled him, our bare chests touching.

Dougie sat up and reached into his bedside drawer to grab a condom. I moved off of him slightly, helping him take of his briefs and revealing his erection. After putting it on, he looked at me, gauging our next move. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back down, resuming my position straddling him. Dougie looked at me with widened eyes, and I could tell he was getting more and more turned on by the minute, although he tried his best to hide it.

He grabbed his shaft to position it at my opening as I kneeled over, slowly sinking onto him. I let out a moan as he began thrusting. Holding onto his shoulders, I rocked with each movement he made. Last night had felt great, albeit a little uncomfortable since it was a new sensation. But this felt even better. I had a little more confidence and, although I was still getting used to this, I could feel pleasure taking over.

Dougie's hands rested on my hips as he rocked into me, his eyes locked on mine. My head fell back as I moved closer to the edge, my eyes closing.

"DOUGIE YES", I yelled in a moan, not able to control myself. Dougie thrusted into me harder, pushing me over the edge and soon after himself. I collapsed onto him, feeling his heart racing against my chest.

I rolled off of Dougie and he threw away our protection, pulling me into his chest as I faced away from him.

After a few minutes of catching our breaths and enjoying the silence, Dougie spoke up.

"So, it didn't seem like you were too embarrassed just then."

I smiled, looking over my shoulder slightly so I could see Dougie.

"No, you see, I said I was embarrassed to talk about it. Not embarrassed to do it."

"Ohhhhh, I see. Well, we don't have to talk about it then."

"Dougie Hamilton. Where is this sexual animal coming from? You're not the little angel I thought you were." Dougie laughed at my comment.

"Touché."

We lay like that for a little longer, before my stomach growled, letting my hunger be known. Standing up, still naked of course, I looked around the room as Dougie threw on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. I found my pants that I had worn over to Dougie's place last night, and then walked over to his dresser to find a shirt to wear. He looked at me funnily as I opened his top drawer, which is where I knew he kept his shirts.

"What? Can I pretty please borrow a shirt?" I pouted my lip and gave my best puppy-dog eyes. Dougie pretended to think about it before answering with a sigh.

"I guess so, but you'll have to give it back ASAP." I rolled my eyes and nodded, knowing just as well as he did that that certainly wasn't going to happen. I settled on a long sleeve shirt with "Toronto" across the chest, throwing it on to complete my outfit.

We made our way out of the room, heading towards the kitchen. I wasn't surprised to see Reilly and Ryan there, watching TV on the couch.

"Well, look who finally decided to join the real world again", Reilly commented.

I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was noon, later than both Dougie and I usually woke up, even on days without commitments.

"Oh, yeah. We were just really tired and slept late, I guess." Dougie walked into the kitchen as I moved to sit on the armchair, next to the boys who sat on the couch. Reilly nodded.

"Sure, we heard you guys sleeping pretty loudly."

My jaw dropped and I covered my mouth. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my head, my cheeks burning bright as I died of embarrassment. I could hear Dougie nearly choke on his water as he started chuckling.

"Hey, I'm just glad someone's finally letting Dougie get his sexual frustrations out. Got tired of walking in on him jacking off all the time." From the sound next to me, I could tell Ryan had hit Reilly with a pillow. I felt a hand on my knee and looked up to see Ryan looking at me, as Reilly laughed like the immature child he was.

"He's just joking. Don't worry about it." I nodded, my cheeks still burning, but feeling a little bit better. Ryan always knew how to make others feel better. He was definitely a calming presence in the apartment.

Dougie walked over and handed me a granola bar. I stood up and allowed him to sit, and then returned to perch on his lap. Everyone looked at the TV, focusing on what was on the screen. I felt Dougie's breath as he leaned forward slightly.

"He's just jealous he doesn't have a hot girlfriend to make him feel as good as you make me feel', Dougie whispered into my ear, quietly enough for only me to hear. He gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him, as we sat comfortably and watched the television. I was thankful I didn't have class today and could spend my time with Dougie.

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