'Cause I Can Love You More Than Stan

five

It was Saturday afternoon. Harry and Louis had been on a train for almost an hour. They were heading back to Princess park after spending another night at Stan's in Doncaster. The previous night, he had left to go meet up with some girl, and Harry and Louis had the house entirely to themselves. Harry cooked pasta for Louis because Louis can't cook for the life of him and Harry knew that very well. He was always starting fires in the kitchen or brainlessly injuring himself with utensils.

After that, they watched cheesy, straight, romantic comedies while helping each other get off. When they were drowsy from watching movies and pumping each others dicks, they fell asleep, Harry being cradled by Louis in his lap. Louis had his arms held tightly around Harry's torso. Stan came home late and noticed them on the sofa with each other. He thought it was quite a lovely moment until he saw that they mistakenly left their trousers and boxers down below their hips. Does it ever stop with them?

Harry and Louis are situated in the very back of the  train. Harry's looking out the window and talking about the shapes of the clouds. Louis' just sunken back into his seat comfortably and his eyes are closed.

"That one looks like a cow." Harry reaches over to grab Louis' thigh to gain his attention. He ends up unintentionally grabbing his crotch. Louis snaps his eyes open and leans forward. Harry just sits there and swallows hard.

"Oops.. heh." He says while fiddling with the drawstrings on his hoodie.

"It's no biggie." Louis states, cracking a smile. He was lying. When Harry grabbed him it sent chills down his spine and made the hair stand up on his arms. And his cock was suddenly stimulated. He was so annoyed by his own body. Stupid sex cravings. This can't be happening. On public transportation?

He closes his eyes again and tries to ignore what he was feeling down there. He crosses one leg over the other and readjusts his clothing apprehensively. He starts having sexual thoughts about Harry touching him again. It's like he has an urge to sneeze and can't hold it back, so he slides his hand next to Harry's, curls his fingers around his and guides them towards his erection. Harry looks at him straight in the eyes and his heart stops for a split second. He can't breathe.

"Are- are you sure?" He squeaks.

"Mhm." Louis says calmly. He didn't give a fuck if he was surrounded by others. He couldn't calm himself down.

Louis places Harry's hand on his erection, being suffocated by his tight black jeans. Harry looks around cautiously, then starts to palm it up and down very slowly, and in a way where it wouldn't cause a scene.

There are hardly any passengers aboard, most of the commotion being at the front of it, there is only an old couple two sections in front of them towards the back. Louis would have had no other option than to sooth his hard on in the bathroom if they had been sitting in the front near people.

Louis was biting down on his finger to keep himself from moaning. Harry was watching very closely at his face for his reactions. He was fascinated by what he was able to make Louis do. It gave him a boost of confidence he never had before. However, he didn't do it often, he was usually the one on the receiving end. He liked it that way too. Better.

Harry continued palming him, trailing his fingers down his thighs occasionally, which caused Louis to writhe in his seat. He put his mouth up to Louis' ear, "Lou I love doing this, helping you out." Harry placed a wet kiss on his neck behind his ear. Louis groaned lowly and tilted his head to lock lips with him.

During their kiss, Harry felt the faint outline of the head of Louis' cock. He rubs it in circles with his thumb. Louis almost falls out of his seat.

He pants quickly until Harry starts to slow down. He feels as though his cock is going to burst like a pipe. It's throbbing and aching and it needs to be touched, unclothed. He also needs to release a moan that he's been suppressing for awhile now. There was so much bottled up inside of him that needed to be let out.

"Harry, baby, I'm gonna need a bit more from you." He whispers into his ear, so closely his tongue almost going inside of it. Harry scoots away from him timidly.

"But Lou we can't. Imagine people saw us and then told on us and then I had to call my parents and tell them and"

Louis swiftly grabs a handful of his hair and tugs Harry closer to him.

"They won't see us. We can slip away to the toilets."

Harry contemplated it. He would be down to fuck with Louis anytime but not just anywhere. You see, he was a lot more skittish and high strung than Louis.

"Yea, okay." Harry nods.

Louis eyes light up and he smiles.

"You're fine doing this for me, right? I just want to make sure you're in this. I know I can be- well you know, but I'd never want to make you uncomfortable."

Harry nods again reassuringly. He's uncomfortable about the setting but he was growing hard too. They both needed this.

Louis gets up from his seat with his hands folded casually in front of him to hide his boner. Harry gets up shortly after, embarrassed as hell, trying to keep a low profile. He hunches himself over and avoids eye contact with people. Nobody pays them any mind, except for an old guy making judgmental faces as they both walk into the restroom together.

Louis places his hand on Harry's back and gives him a light shove into the room. He follows him in and shuts the door with no hesitation.