Relief Next to Me

Chapter 6

Thunder boomed loud enough to shake the windows of Louis' bedroom, rain pounding in angry sheets against the thin glass.

"Louis, fuck," long feet slid along cool sheets, "Louis--"

Louis pulled his mouth away, the tip of Harry's dick brushing over his lips. He smiled while his hand steadied his base, darting his tongue over his weeping slit.

"You enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," Harry said with a shudder. "Very much so."

He forgot to silence his phone before taking a nap and had never been happier to wake up to a text. Louis' text about getting out of work early including multiple Emoji hands, followed by an open mouthed smiley, and concluded with ten bursts of confetti.

Harry arched his lower back, his legs spreading wider and his hands clenching the beams of the headboard. Louis peered up his body, Harry's stomach trembling. His arm muscles looked larger from this perspective, his biceps bulging each time Louis gently dug his thumbs into his thighs.

Louis stroked his finger tips in a light flutter on Harry's balls, the tease of his darker, fleshier skin causing Harry to whine and smile into his own shoulder.

"Sorry?" Louis did it again and Harry started to giggle, his right knee bending inward. "What'd you say earlier?"

Harry's arm muscles flexed, his ribs pressing out of his sides, his cock twitching in Louis' hand.

"Yes, I'm enjoying myself," he exhaled on a big breath. He smiled down at Louis, fingers clenching the headboard. "Thank you so much."

Louis kissed down his length, Harry arching upward. Thunder and wind roared outside, followed by a crackle of lightning.

Harry moaned, "Like this storm is accompanying my orgasm."

"You like it?"

"Yeah. I think storms are kind of hot."

Louis lifted himself onto his knees and crawled to Harry's side.

"Not me."

Harry raised his eyebrows, watching Louis stand up next to the mattress. Louis pulled his tee off and let it fall to the ground. He lifted his right arm over his head, pushing his elbow down with his left hand. He hummed, the warm stretch of his back muscles only increasing when he leaned to the side. His abs scrunched to the side, then switched when he changed the direction of his stretch.

"Really? Why?..." Harry stroked himself while watching Louis stretch. "Uh...You look," his eyes snapped back to Louis' face, his cheeks pinking, "I mean, why don't you..."

His gaze went from Louis' bare chest to his hips, then to his groin. Louis' boxers hit the floor and his hands rested on his hips.

"You don't," Harry started, licking his lips, "you don't think...Your hair..." His words slowed while Louis ran his fingers through his hair and pulled on the longer back, walking back to bed. His cock was heavy between his legs, his neck elongated while he pulled on his own hair. "You don't think storms are, uh..."

Louis kneeled on the bed and turned his back to Harry, who was still holding out a low, "Uh," and holding completely still. He eased one leg over his broad chest, his feet almost tucked under Harry's arms, his shins flat on the bed. He bent over, keeping his arse a tongue's length from Harry's face. He gripped his cock and sucked his head once, Harry hissing and thrusting up towards his lips.

Harry rubbed his hands over Louis' arse cheeks, dragging his palms down the sides of his thighs. He squeezed his ankles, then gripped his arse again.

"I prefer fog," Louis said before sitting back, Harry moaning and pressing his face between his cheeks.