Behind The Mic

seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Harry's POV

"Fuck, Harry." Louis moaned as we kissed. His hands softly tug my hair, making me groan. He bucked his hips up, meeting mine and making me groan louder. 

"Shit."

He bit my lip then flipped us, making him on top of me. He took off my shirt and ran his hands on my torso. His touch makes me feel on fire. I moan during the very heated kiss. I placed my hands on his hips, slamming his dick against my clothed one. We both groaned. His lips left mine and started kissing my chest. He started sucking on my right nipple making me gasp. His lips went nearer and nearer my hardened, both of us already panting. 

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Fuck. Not a good time. Definitely not a good time.

We stopped what we were doing and looked at each other with horrified looks on our faces, as if looking at each other would tell us how to move quickly and clean ourselves because there's a goddamn person knocking on our door. Or Louis's door.

He got off quickly, telling me to go inside his bathroom to hide. I did, and watched him look everywhere for clothes, to cover his bare body.

Louis put clothes on so fast he was like a lightning, and when he's ready he unlocked the door and opened it to let Paul come in.

"Louis, he- what happened? You look like someone who's just finished running a marathon."
He did look like that, his face visible with sweats and he was breathing heavily. And loudly.

"Er, no, I just-just um-" he said, but was cut off by Paul.

"Nevermind, have you seen Harry? He's not in his room."

Louis looked towards the bathroom, and I realized that I didn't lock myself in. I pretended to open the door, letting it squeak and walked beside Louis. "Sorry, Paul. I just used Louis's bathroom because mine didn-"

"Guys, meeting with the management in thirty minutes." he simply said and walked out of the room, leaving me and Louis with hot pink color on our faces.

Louis and I turned to look at each other at the same time and Louis' got a smirk on his face. "Well, we still got thirty minutes..."

I laughed and then pushed Louis again on the bed, which made his body bounce. We continued the scene and it got hot again. This time Louis pulled my shirt up, all the way to get it off. He rose up to kiss my neck, finding the spot that makes me weak. Eventually, he did. I groaned, trying not to do it loud, because holy fuck someone might actually hear us. And we're not even on the last base.
Our bodies were rocking, our movements synchronizing as he kisses and sucks the lower part of my jaw where I'm pretty sure is now turning to purple and pink.

It felt wrong but so right. I really didn't want to stop but Louis is drunk once again and I don't want to repeat what happened the last time. I decided to stop it because it was so wrong. He doesn't even like me and one more thing, he's my boss.

"Uh, erm, uh, Lou, I mean Louis, I think-fuck-we should get ready for the meeting." He quickly moved to the side then jumped off the bed. I think he's pissed.

He walked towards the bathroom. He was about to enter it when I started to say, "Lou, I didn't mean to ruin th-" He ran back to me and kissed me hard then started grinding his hard member against mine.

A few seconds later, he got up then walked to the bathroom once again. Before opening the door, he turned to me and said, "I think you might need a shower."