Royalty // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 8: Tease

Harry's POV

Lottie was an incredibly gifted athlete. We were only halfway through her second session and was already better than some of the regional players I had to face at private school. She returned the ball to my side of the court, taking my correction on technique from her pervious shot when I froze.

Lottie shouted something about waking up because she was winning but I didn't care. I was just watching him. Lottie soon got the idea, turning around to see Louis approaching us. She giggled at my reaction as he smirked at me.

"Like what you see, babe?" He lifted his jumper slightly, exposing the curves of his naked skin. The white tennis skirt barely covered his ass, and his legs were glistening under the sun. He looked like a God.

"You know, dear brother, if you didn't look so good, I would make you take it off." Lottie joked as Louis made his way over to me. My breathing hitched as he swayed his hips, running a finger along the inside of the waistband on Lottie's skirt.

As he got close enough to whisper and his sister not to hear him, he lent in slowly. "Boxers were too uncomfortable. White lacy thong had to do instead." My heart stopped and my dick twitched at the thought of him in a pretty thong, begging to be touched.

He backed away at the first sign of my arousal, shouting to Lottie and me to carry on. He made sure to face away from me to bend over and pick up the tennis ball, allowing me a view of his ass. God, I was whipped.

I continued with Lottie's session whilst trying to ignore the constant teasing from Louis. He was enjoying himself way too much. Eventually, Lottie said that she was tired and had some homework to finish so she headed inside.

"Come on, babe. I wanna swim!" Louis was jumping up and down like a toddler and I wondered if he would be into that kind of thing... No, Harry! Stop! To be fair, let's face it, if he was I would never be dominant.

We made our way to the pool for swimming lesson one. Once changed, Louis's demeanour shifted too, becoming shy and embarrassed.

Louis's POV

I was absolutely petrified of the water. I don't know why, just the fear of drowning, I guess. Harry took my mind off things when he walked out of the changing rooms. He was wearing a pair of tight, knee length speedo shorts and passed me a spare pair of goggles with a smile.

He told me that I wouldn't need them to start with and that we would just get in and mess around. I don't think he picked up on how nervous I was. As he jumped effortlessly into the pool, I just stared in awe. He was so perfect.

Harry soon realised that I hadn't moved, and he pulled his body out of the water to sit on the side. Holding out his hand towards me, he gave me a dimpled smile and ran his other hand through his slightly damp curls.

I took his hand, seating myself next to him, as I let my feet drape down into the water. Harry plunged back in and I gasped at the way his muscles tensed in his arms. I was thanking myself for wearing baggy trunks to hide my semi.

He held both arms out to me, awaiting my permission to lift me into the water. I placed my hands on his shoulders and nodded, biting the inside of my cheek. Harry made it look effortless as he gently lowered my body until my feet reached the floor. It wasn't as deep as I originally though it would be.

It wasn't long before I got used to the water and started to relax. Harry then wanted me to put my head under and I don't know what came over me. The fears that I had felt years ago, the feelings I still had of wanting to die but fearing death itself overwhelmed me, and I started to feel the tears stream down my face.