Hands On Learning

30. last night

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Here's the thing. Louis was horny. Like, really, really 'ohmygod if I don't get off soon I'll explode' horny, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

He sighed as he laid there, frustrated, sweating and knowing what he was supposed to do- save his pleasure for his daddy like a good boy. He pushed off his covers and tucked his erection into the waistband of his boxers before ninja-tiptoeing to the bathroom.

He splashed cold water on his face then cranked the shower all the way to cold, doing his best to be quiet and not wake his mother. He stripped off his briefs, bracing himself for the shock before stepping into the frigid water. He sucked a quick breath in through his teeth and watched himself wilt back to softness. His decision to remain obedient was a comfort as he gritted his teeth, resisting the instinct to jump out of the cold stream. He turned it off and got out as soon as he'd achieved it, shivering and toweling his goosebump riddled skin dry and redressing. Technically I didn't touch myself, so no rules were broken.

He crept back to his room and though it felt silly, he took out Mr. Styles' house key from his desk drawer where he'd hidden it in an old glasses case before getting back into bed. He tucked his hand under his pillow, holding the solid metal loosely in his fist and feeling somehow connected to his beloved daddy. He curled his little body into a ball around his pillow and hugging it to his cheek, smiled softly with pride at his will power.

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Mr Styles

Sunday morning light filtered through Harry's bedroom window. The man rolled over to snooze a minute longer and a tiny smile graced his lips despite his dull headache. Today he was getting his butterfly tattoo finished. As he slowly awoke, the previous night filtered in bit by bit and he lurched upward into a sitting position, the bedsheets sliding down his naked chest and gathering by his waist when it all came together.

He was at that ridiculous bar that Niall liked, The Thirsty Lizard, talking to his friend while drinking a sparkling water. Niall teased him for it, asking if he was an old man. Harry decided to loosen up a bit and ordered a round of shots for them...

A heavy hand slid across Harry's back, resting lightly between his shoulder blades. He turned to see a handsome, brunette young man in tight clothes to his left, smirking at him. His youthfulness reminded him of Louis, though not as appealing as his boy.

"Sorry, not interested." Harry tried shrugging off the unwanted advance, the man's hand just sliding to his arm instead.

"Sweetie, I have excellent gaydar, you don't have to be coy," the man replied.

Harry frowned in response. "I said, not interested." Niall had noticed by now, and slung an arm over Harry's shoulder, flicking the man off of Harry like an annoying mosquito.

"That is my fiancé you're hitting on, kind sir," Niall announced with comical drama dripping from his words. "We're celebrating six years of queer love, and I didn't agonize over the font for the invitations to be cuckholded right in front of my very eyes." Harry snorted and the man scoffed, giving up and walking away in search of another person.

"Thanks Niall, I'll accept only if it's a destination wedding in Jamaica. Need to work on my tan." The two men laughed and clinked their glasses together in a cheers.

"You're very picky when it comes to would be suitors," Niall observed.

Harry nodded in agreement. "I mean, he certainly was attractive but a little too domineering for my taste. He doesn't hold a candle to my L-" Harry dissolved into a nervous coughing fit at his drunken recklessness, cutting off his near slip of the tongue. Niall raised his eyebrows in response to Harry's hinting at both his sexuality and being involved with someone, but changed the topic graciously...