~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis doesn’t know what he was expecting when Harry and Zayn return to the kitchen, but Zayn’s red-rimmed eyes and Harry’s troubled face were not at the top of the list. “Everything alright?”
“Golden,” Harry answers around a forced, fake smile. “Let’s eat.”
Gemma snickers as she glances at the table. “We already ate. You’re the only one that still needs to eat, but there’s plenty left. I made sure we kept some of your favorites for you.”
“I can’t eat alone with everyone staring at me. That’s creepy and weird,” Harry whines.
Niall laughs and holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to twist my arm. I’ll eat with you.”
“Me, too,” Louis agrees, scooping a good portion of eggs onto his plate.
“I still say you two need to have an eating contest. Where do you put all that food in your tiny, little bodies?” Harry asks as he fills his plate and digs in. “If I ate like that, I would have a perpetual food baby all the time.”
Louis grins up at him and licks the lip ring at the corner of his mouth. “I’d be more than alright with that.”
Liam looks at him, horrified. “Nope. No more. Stop right there. I saw enough last night. The image of you coming is ingrained in my brain. Full video with surround sound and everything. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot as fuck, but I don’t need any more fodder for my wank bank.”
Gemma makes a disgusted face. “You watched?”
“Oh, yeah. Couldn’t take my eyes off of them,” Niall butts in with a smirk. “Liam is right. It was so fucking hot.”
Gemma glances curiously at Zayn. “Did you watch, too?”
Zayn crosses his arms and leans on the table and stares back at her with a smirk. “Yep, and I would watch all over again if I had the chance.”
Niall fist bumps him. “Right there with you.”
Louis grins mischievously. Got him. “Sort of like when you wanked the first time you saw Harry and me get off together in his room?”
“What?” Niall stammers, eyes wide. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I saw you watching us, and I know exactly what you were doing behind that pillow,” Louis smirks and moves his fist up and down in a jerking motion.
“Did you really?” Gemma asks, looking scarred for life.
“Oh, my God. Yes. Yes, I admit it,” Niall laughs and shrugs. “When Louis saw me wake up, I tried to close my eyes. I truly did, but the sounds. Oh, fuck, the sounds.” Niall’s hands drift down to adjust his pants. “I’d do that again, too. Just saying. Best wank I’ve had in ages.”
“The sounds really are quite lovely,” Louis murmurs and runs his hand over Harry’s thigh, stopping when his pinky finger brushes against Harry’s dick in his loose joggers. Louis stretches up and whispers in Harry’s ear, “Freeballing today, love?” Harry’s breathing hitches, and Louis kisses his cheek. “See what I mean? Just lovely.”
