That's Just Publicity

Fuck

A/N; Hey yall! I am currently on the stair master trying not to die.
P.S this shit kind of smutty so...

Harry's POV:

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"Oh fuck!" Louis groaned, his brows furrowing as his mouth hung open. Everything was fuzzy, his face and his body and what I was doing to him. All I could see clearly were his eyes, mouth, and nose as it wrinkled in pleasure. Another moan from Louis forced me to focus on what was going on. I was sucking him off, rubbing myself as he moaned.

It felt weird though, but it definitely felt. My stomach was in knots and my skin was buzzing with heat. I could feel every inch of him on my tongue and down my throat. But every time I thought I was going to come, I couldn't. It's like my body would reset, all the heat and buzz coming right back at full force.

Holy fuck I was dreaming.

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I woke up with the most painful boner of my life. Sure, i'd gotten morning wood before, but nothing like this. There was literally precum dripping on my boxers.

I groaned into my hands, the thought of the dream making me twitch all over. No fucking way I just had a sex dream of Louis. The last time that happened to me was the night in the tub during the X-Factor, and then again a month afterwards.

God.

Before, I made the excuse that I just needed to get laid, that I was completely sexually frustrated and all I needed was to jack off and i'd be fine. I'd just had sex a few days ago though, and I wanked last night.

Maybe that was the start of this. Maybe if I hadn't touched myself last night, I wouldn't have had that dream.

Or maybe, this attraction to Louis was getting worse now that he was growing his beard out and wearing that fucking quiff and those damn skinnies.

Yesterday, we had an interview and Louis had done something extra suggestive. Plus, at the show in Toronto a few days ago, he had taken his shirt off on stage, dripping with sweat and water.

I've always been attracted to him, every queer guy on the planet is, but it's never been something I desired to pursue. Now, though, with my dick hard and pressing against my boxers, all I could think of was pursing it.

Whatever this nonsense was, I had to push it deep deep down and never bring it back up again. Luckily, I had plenty experience crushing my attraction for Louis.

I felt my cheeks burn and checked the time. I had 15 minutes to get to breakfast.

I reached down my boxers to touch myself, hissing at the first touch. I was so sensitive, I must have been dreaming for a while. I tried to think of something good, like one of my regular hookups, or a porno i've seen, but my mind kept betraying me, taking me right back to Louis. And his dick. In my mouth.

As much as I hated it, the pleasure clouded all my senses and soon enough I was coming, tongue out and back arched.

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As I walked down to breakfast, a nauseous wave of anxiety hit me all at once. I had just finished to the thought of Louis, and now I had to go eat breakfast with him as if nothing had happened. We've been so good this week, talking and goofing off like we usually would. Plus, we'd be going back to London in a day, and I couldn't afford to ruin things again by being awkward.

This whole Larry thing has always been weird for him, the least I could do is try and keep everything as normal as possible.

But fuck. There he was with his bed head and chapped lips and for some reason I was into it.