Yeah yeah yeah (one shot)

Yeah yeah yeah

(This Is not my fic it was wrote by OhGiveMeLove on Ao3)

Louis was an ordinary teen. Just like everyone else to be quite fair. Louis has needs too, like Harry his best friend, like Liam his good friend, like Niall, Like Zayn etc etc. Louis brings his sparkling hot pink vibrator with him on tour okay, he's a fucking prince and he needs it. Harry brings his little sex toys, Liam fucks Sophia, Niall fucks everyone's girlfriend really and Louis fucks his vibrator. It's the circle of sex.

One evening, unlike the others Louis is especially riled up. They had a show, and they fucking smashed it of course. They completely blew the roof off, excitement blew through all of them as well. So jittery as they were they decided to go to the Gym. Louis does not work out, he barely works out. And usually it's just his arms because that stuff is easy lets be totally real. Now, everyone knows Harry's muscles are through the roof, completely ruining Louis' life and terrorizing his well-being. Louis being Louis can not keep his eyes off of him, engulfed in a trance by Harry's flexing and the sheen sweat collecting on his body. His biceps, abs and back sweating and flexing, Harry's groans of determination filling the room along with the others.

Louis is fucked, and not in the good way, Harry's slick abs are doing things to Louis. Making his heart pound in his ears and his cock grow fat in his baggy sweat pants. No one is looking his way so he decides it would be okay to have a little feel. He reaches into his pants, his small fingers wrapping lightly around his cock, he watches Harry very intently. Louis has to lean against a wall to support himself unable to do if alone now, the shivers Harry's bringing to him too much to bare alone.

Louis moans high and quiet as he rubs at his head, his other dainty hand handles his nipples roughly. Louis finds his eyes closing slowly, his mouth going lazy as he imagines Harry touching him. He imagines Harry large, soft, long, hands roaming his hips, squeezing and pinching at them. He imagines Harry's long cock pressed hot and thick on his lower stomach, Harry's hot and airy breath tickling Louis' neck as he kitten licks at Louis'sweet spot. His knees go weak and his reflexes semi kick in, Louis accidentally tweaks his nipple too hard causing him to audibly gasp. Liam hears and turns around from the treadmill to look, seeing Louis' hand down his sweats and his face filled with bliss Liam yelps. He finds it so surprising Louis' actually getting himself off in the gym, and to them at the strangest.

Harry sees Liam's face and hears his yelp, he looks back and sees the same scene as Liam. He smirks to himself, Louis must be so overwhelmed. The prince must need a good fuck from all this excitement. Harry decides to let it slide till a later time and tells Liam to let it go as well. Louis keeps fisting at his leaking cock trying to find relief, his moans are rough and desperate. He fails to realize everyone can definitely hear him, that he's definitely not being quiet right now. Louis slips a hand down the back of his pants and fingers at his hole, not pushing anything inside however. Just as he's about to come Louis stops, he becomes self aware he'd be too loud, as if he wasn't already. He slides his hands out his pants and tangles them into his hair instead. His eyes opening blurry, witnessing Harry lift again his hips buck uncontrollably. Louis calls it a night to the boys and hurries back to their bus.

Louis rummages through his packed things on the bus, digging through a coloring book, a few pairs of shoes, some clothing and finally his 8inch thick... Lovely pink dildo. Louis put the dildo in the front of his pants, sliding it up and down his crotch, wanting to feel it against him. He thought of turning it on but decided against it because he's short on time. As Louis' climbing into his bunk the bus door swings open, Louis curses to himself and shoots to the back. He closes himself in the laundry room and takes a deep breath.

He could absolutely fuck himself in here, and the boys wouldn't notice for sure. Louis bites at his finger in excitement before grabbing at a dirty pair of sneakers he'd left here. His idea was golden, simmering in his mind just waiting to be used. And he was waiting to be fucked. Louis throws the old sneakers in the washer. He slides his pants down, then his shirt comes off. He smiles to himself not being able to wait to do this.