Loser Gets Kissed on the Mouth

Complicated

We're all suddenly very tense on the bed. When I meet Harry's eyes, he looks concerned and angry.

Louis sits up, to slide the underwear off, tossing them angrily to the side.

"FUCK!" He screams, and his voice cracks.

Harry's expression falls immediately only to concern now, as is mine.

We're all naked, half hard, on the outdoor bed.

"He's going to leave me...us. He's going to leave us. Last night likely played a part, but it's not all of it" He says softly.

Louis' voice is shaky, and there are tears in his eyes again.

Harry looks confused. He leans forward to put his arm around Louis.

I get up and grab us 3 towels from the shelf next to the pool house.

Partly because I want to be covered, partly because keeping busy is how I deal with things.

"Tell us baby. No one's mad" Harry assures, wrapping a towel around himself and one over Lou's lap.

I nod, just to encourage him.

"He met some bloke maybe 2 months back. I met him, he's alright, but he wasn't cool with our...arrangement" he begins speaking slowly.

"I did tell you that, Haz, remember? That guy that took him on a date?" His voice sounds morose. He's hurting.

Harry nods. I'm so confused.

"I made the choice I did last night...because while I do love Dom, in all of the time we've spent together...we just were never...this." Louis says, motioning between the three of us.

"That kiss, at the dining room table....I couldn't shake how...much...stronger it was" he says, almost whispering, looking down.

"It was like...kissing Dom is like the take off on a plane. And the one last night with Matt, it was like a...rocket launch." He says, sniffing, trying to find an appropriate analogy.

Okay, now I am super confused.

"He'd told me he's not going to see Derek again, after he freaked out when he told him about us..."

Louis's expression suddenly gets very hard through the tears. He's scowling at a thought.

"This morning when I went to turn his alarm off, there was a text from Derek, saying 'see you soon' with a...fuckin' kissing emoji, and heart eyes" He scoffs.

He's crying harder now, Harry has his arm around his shoulders, I put mine around his waist. Harry smiles.

"I don't know anything more than that. But it's enough to know. I don't think he was ever serious about me...."

"He doesn't know I saw...I didn't want to start shit on his way out the door...needed to process too..."

"...So that's why, Haz. That's why Matt and not him. Plus, Matt gives a fuck, you can tell..." he's really breaking down, I feel awful.

"I think it was a message to him last night. That I trust this person I met 3 days ago, more than I trust him...." He says, his voice is soft now.

"Wasn't really conscious of it at the time, it wasn't like...I just wanted you to fuck me to hurt him, I promise, Matt" he says looking at me, sadly.

I shake my head, just to tell him to not even worry about that. I'm so wildly confused.

"He could tell, I think, after the first night. I think he could sense that...I feel something deeper for you, Matt" he says, looking at me, tears spilling over.