Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: SOLO ROUTINE

Waking slowly, Louis rolls onto his stomach feeling his morning wood below him. Deciding it's been too long since he graced himself with any pleasure and after staring into Michaels's eyes for hours, Louis ruts down a few times, waking his body up. He can feel all the blood rushing south, his nipples tingling with the sensation of rubbing against the sheets. Louis had somehow lost all his clothes during the night; without a second thought, he reached out, grabbed his phone off the nightstand, and clicked on Instagram. He quickly typed in the username he knew by heart. Scrolling down until he finds his favourite photo, his phone's wallpaper, Louis clicks into it, breathing a sigh of utter longing. Long thick fingers wrapped around the guitar head, toned arms in a tight white shirt, thick thighs in tight skinny jeans.

Louis rolls onto his back, wrapping a hand around himself tightly, wanting to make this fast in preparation for the first show. Sliding his hand up and down his stiff shaft in short rapid strokes, Louis bends his knee, reaching his free hand down to cup his balls, wanking is nothing compared to sex, but it feels so good first thing in the morning. Making his blood pulse through his veins, and his breathing becomes laboured. Louis twists his hand at the head, running his thumb through the bubbling precum. Squeezing his balls slightly to awaken the nerves of his prostate, louis slides a finger onto his perineum, pushing against it the best he can from this angle. He can feel his hole fluttering around nothing but wants to save that for a special occasion.

He can feel the familiar tingle starting in his tailbone, but just for good measure, louis stops altogether. Sitting up slightly, he sucks his bottom lip while caressing his thighs; placing a pillow on the bed in front of himself, Louis quickly straddles the pillow creating the illusion of another person. He ruts into the pillow repeatedly, feeling the tingles start again. Spanking his ass with one hand and twisting his nipple with the other, Louis glances down at his phone again. With one final thrust, Louis is cumming. Hot white ropes painted the pillow, and loud, uncensored moans fell from Louis's bitten lips. One day it won't be a solo routine.

After cleaning up the mess on the bed, Louis calls to order room service, eggs on toast, a strawberry smoothie and a black coffee. He will need all his energy if he will be standing in line all day to get a barricade. Louis chows back his breakfast before starting to get into his concert fit. He has decided on high-waisted black sequin shorts, a white crop top with a yellow heart on it paired with fishnet stockings and his black leather docs. He opts out of makeup for the night as he still feels the effects of the drinks from the night before and can't be bothered trying to be precise. Grabbing his bag, Louis loads some fruit, protein bars, pretzels, a water bottle, his wallet and multiple charging packs. He isn't going to take a hoodie because he plans to buy one from the merch stand to commemorate the first night of the tour. Looking around once more, he is satisfied he is ready. Heading out the door, walking the two minutes to the venue and joining the queue, which is only about 20 people so far.

Time to make friends, eat snacks and hope for a good day.