Loved By Him

six

The air is muggy, cushioned with the smell of sweat. Panting fills the air, killing any silence. The lights are dim, room scattered with clothes, discarded and forgotten.

Harry lays on his back, eyes hooded, watching as Louis hovers over him, thrusting in and out. The feeling is indescribable. Louis is perfect. The blue-eyed boy reaches behind Harry's head to grab a fist full of hair, pulling back to reveal the younger boy's delicious neck. Shivers go down Harry's spine as Louis leans down into the crook of his neck, biting and sucking deeply. Louis slows his pace for a moment, focusing more of his energy on Harry's neck. He is sure Louis can feel his heart racing from his pulse point, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Louis continues the devilish pace, moving further up his neck until he is right below his ear. He latches Harry's earlobe between his teeth, earning a low moan from his slack mouth.

The noise makes Harry's eyes open. Blinking, he can make out the furniture in his hotel room, and then the sleeping boy neck to him. He can feel sweat dripping down his neck and spine.

Shit.

Harry's eyes shoot open as he realizes what has just happened. He just had a sex dream about Louis.

WHILE HE WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HIM.

Oh no.

Luckily, as Harry stares down at him, it seems as though Louis is a heavy sleeper. Thank god. Looking down at himself, Harry can see the unfortunate, but inevitable problem in his pants. He weighs his options quickly before carefully climbing out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He takes a deep breath before turning on the shower, flicking the handle to hot. He undresses and steps into the shower without hesitating, hoping to take care of his situation before Louis wakes up.

When he steps out, Louis is still sleeping, thank goodness, so he gets dressed in a new set of boxers and dries his hair before slipping back in between the sheets. He's not really tired, so he reaches over and grabs his phone, sending a few messages to his mum about the trip before scrolling social media aimlessly. After about thirty minutes, Louis starts to stir, snuggling closer into Harry's chest. Harry flushes, remembering his complication this morning.

"Why are your cheeks rosy, love?" He hears a voice rasp beside him. Harry freezes, taking his eyes off of his phone to look down at Louis, who is staring up at him, both sleep and curiosity painting his face.

"Um, the uh blankets are really warm." Harry replies, saying the first thought to come to mind. Louis does not need to know about his embarrassing dream. Louis seems to accept the answer as he rubs his cheek against Harry's bare chest, getting comfortable again.

"How did you sleep?" Harry asks, dropping his phone next to him and running his fingertips through Louis' soft hair.

"Amazing. So good." Louis replies, closing his eyes as Harry continues his pattern of zig-zags.

"Mm" He says, filling the silence.

"You?" Louis asks, turning his face only slightly to peek up at Harry.

"Good. Great." Harry says, if only you knew.

"Mmmm," Louis groans, burying his face deeper into Harry's chest. "you smell good." Louis rolls onto Harry's chest, resting his chin on his pec to stare up at his face. Harry wraps his arms around Louis' waist, feeling the sweatshirt glide over his bare stomach.

"So," Louis asks, blinking slowly. "what are the plans for today?" Harry scans his face, before looking out the windows at the morning sun shining into the room.

"Umm, well, I think I was planning on going on a bus tour of the city today." Harry suggests, shrugging his shoulders. Louis' face brightens before the boy nods.