minishaw one-shots

a helping hand

warnings: smut (3096 words)

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"Fuck, Si," Harry let out, throwing his head back, nearly hitting it against the headboard of his bed. He lifted his hand and slid it into Simon's hair, as Simon gave him the absolute best head of his life. 

He wasn't sure how they had gotten into this situation, it just sort of happened. One moment they were talking, and the next he was lying on his back, Simon's lips wrapped around him and three fingers buried deep inside of him.

"How are you so good at this?" Harry asked him, and Simon let out a chuckle, vibrating around Harry. He came back up to kiss Harry softly, sharing the taste of Harry on his tongue.

"I can't really reply when your dick is down my throat, you're aware of that, right?" Simon remarked, smiling down at him, and he took Harry in hand, wasting no time in bringing him closer to the edge, curling his fingers, continuously hitting the right spot. Harry closed his eyes, grasped at the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Simon, please," he choked out, and the older knew what he wanted, was ready to give it to him. 

So, before Harry could say anything else, Simon had removed his fingers and was trusting into him at a steady pace. Harry let out a groan, digging his nails into Simon's back, wrapped his legs around him, and pulled him in closer. Simon kept moaning his name, over and over again, leaving marks on Harry's hips, where he held him down firmly, and Harry was so close, felt himself starting to let go.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, wake up!" Simon called out. Harry's eyes snapped open, and his body shook as he felt the soft mattress below him, felt Simon's hand placed on his arm, softly shaking him. 

Harry then remembered; Simon had stayed over after the shoot from the previous day. JJ was in America to promote the release of his new album, and after the drinks, they had to do for the Sidemen video, Simon couldn't be arsed to go home alone, sought refuge in Harry's room. 

Harry immediately became aware of his aroused state, felt flustered as Simon just stared at him.

"Are you okay?" Simon asked him.

"Yeah, absolutely! Just a weird dream," Harry waffled panicked, unsure how much Simon knew about what had just occurred.

"You were moaning my name," Simon said softly.

"I- Fuck, I'm sorry," Harry apologised, knowing it was of no use to try and deny it.

"It's fine, it can happen," Simon reassured him, and Harry didn't miss the smug smile across Simon's face.

"By the sounds of it, it was a good dream," Simon added, and Harry felt his cheeks burning up. Harry let out a shocked sound, hid his face in his hands, and Simon started laughing.

"Never thought you'd get flustered that easily," Simon said.

"Mate, can you not?" Harry let out.

"What? Can't stand a bit of teasing?" Simon pushed. Harry let his hands fall to his sides again, let out a loud sigh.

"You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?" Harry asked.

"If that's what you want," Simon replied, still staring at him way too observantly for Harry's liking, and Harry let out a frustrated groan, staring at the ceiling as he thought about Zerkaa eating bread, in hopes his erection would go away.

"I'm quite curious now, what was it about?" Simon asked him, and Harry snapped his head to look at him.

"You don't want to know," he replied.