Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 9

"Thank you for dinner, guys. This was absolutely delicious." Zayn says, leaning back in his chair and rubbing over his stomach. "The two of you certainly know how to serve up one hell of a meal." He adds and looks at Louis.

"Oh I didn't do much. Just cut the chicken and tossed together the salad." Louis replies bashfully and points to Harry. "He did the most important part."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Oh shush. You did the most important part." He says, lifting his glass to take a sip of wine. "You kept me company and my wine glass topped."

Niall leans over and whispers to Zayn. "I bet that's not the only thing he wanted him to top."

"Excuse me, what was that Ni?" Harry says, narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing, I said the two of you make quite a good team. We approve of this."

"This?" Louis asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, whatever the fuck is going on there." Niall answers and gestures towards them with a circular movement of his hand. "We can see you guys rubbing each others thighs."

Both men start blushing immediately and Harry lets out a giggle, shyly lifting his hand and resting it on Louis' knee instead. Louis however keeps his hand still but continues to run his fingers up and down the inside of Harry's thigh.

The thing is, they finished making dinner quite early on, and after a few more glasses of wine, Louis might have let it slip that watching Harry cook, really turns him on, which led to a pretty heavy makeout session where Harry thought it would be a good idea to show off his grinding skills. It was a bad idea really, seeing that this bright idea came mere minutes before their guests were to arrive.

Suffice to say that both of them were in desperate need of a cold shower by the time the doorbell rang, prompting Harry to rush back to the kitchen to grab each of them an apron which they absolutely refused to remove before they've managed to calm down a bit, Louis taking a little longer than Harry. And you can't really blame him. All the poor man could think about for the last ten minutes, was how good it felt when Harry started rubbing their clothed cocks together.

Now here they were, at the dining room table, hands running up and down each other's thighs, thinking they're not being obvious at all.

"And don't for a minute think we didn't hear you tell Harry that he's waking up Louis Junior again." Zayn chimes in eliciting a loud cackle from Niall.

"Stop it guys." Perrie says, feeling sorry for the two men, but also knowing that although they really were rubbing each other's thighs and Louis really did say that Harry's waking up Louis Junior, Niall and Zayn are just joking around. That's just the kind of friends they are. And if one of the other boys were in the situation Harry was in right now, then the remaining two would still be doing the exact same thing Niall and Zayn were busy doing.

"But it's funny, babe." Zayn whines.

Perrie shakes her head. "I know, but it's enough now. Now come help me clear the table, so we can head home. Haz and Louis must be exhausted after preparing this lovely meal." She says, looking at her husband and Niall.

"I can assure you they're not gonna sleep when we leave, Pez." Niall says, a knowing smirk on his face.

"That's none of our business, Niall." She tells the Irishman, before turning to the two flush faced men, sending them a wink. And for the first time in his life, Harry wishes that his friends would just leave his house already.