Loser Gets Kissed on the Mouth

Depraved

After the amazing sex we had last night, we ended up going straight to bed.

I had asked Harry if he was hungry. He said no, that he'd eaten on the plane. We were too tired to do anything else.

When we woke up the next morning, it was 11. No alarm. Not rushed. Relaxed.

"Morning, boyfriend" he says with a cheesy smile as we peel our eyes open.

"Mmm boyfriend..." is all I get out.

After a few minutes of waking up, he tells me Louis is supposed to be home soon, around 1.

He asks if I'd rather go with him and be there when Louis gets home, or come later.

He tells me he wants me to come with him now, promises Louis won't mind, but it's completely up to me and what I'm comfortable with.

"I'll go with you" I say. I tell him that I'm excited to meet him, but nervous just the same.

Louis had seemed slightly more...direct. Slightly more sassy and...a little...maybe colder? Than Harry. That might be the right word.

Not directly to me. When we met on FaceTime he was a total doll. I just mean in all of the footage I'd seen.

"Nothing to be nervous about, love. You can back out of anything at anytime. No expectations still..." he says searching my face.

"He definitely wants to play, but it's not like there's not plenty of dick to go around, should you change your mind..." he laughs.

I realize that part isn't even honestly my main concern.

"As intimidating as the sex sounds...I'm actually really looking forward to it..." I say with a nervous laugh.

"I think it's more...I think I'm worried that he won't like me." I admit, looking at my feet. I feel like it's safe to air my concern, pathetic as it is.

He laughs with a little relief. Like he knows for a fact that won't be an issue.

"He's going to love you. I promise." He replies, leaning in for a kiss.

I text Mike, and tell Harry he will be here in 30.

We get ready quickly, we shower together, but try to keep our hands off of each other. I snuck a few kisses in.

When we're done we get dressed, and shortly after, we both hop in the backseat when Mike brings us downstairs.

When we get to their place, it's a palace, obviously.

Harry tells me there are 12 bedrooms, 9 baths. An in home theater, a library, indoor and outdoor pools.

There's a huge gym, a tennis and basketball court, and a mile long track. Everything you could possibly want is here, seldom a reason to leave.

We get inside and he tells me to make myself comfortable. He grabs us both a beer, and when we're on the couch in the living room he starts rolling a joint.

I can tell how excited he is to see Louis, even if he isn't saying much. He practically jumps out of his skin when we hear the front door open.

"Honeys!! I'm home!!" I hear a familiar Doncaster accent yell out.

My heart starts racing. I'm relieved he knows that I'm here, and he's already being friendly.

"Boo Bear! In here!" Harry yells out as he stands up.

Louis walks around the corner and Harry jumps up to greet him.

His husband jumps into his arms, and they kiss passionately for a moment before he jumps down.