That's Just Publicity

Forget

A/N: Okay, I fear this is going to be smutty! Enjoy ;P

Harry's POV:

As soon as the interview was over I bolted for the bathroom.

Holy fuck.

I'm hard, and he saw, and I know he saw, and he knows I know he saw. This is a fat fucking mess. I knew this wouldn't end well, i've had such a horrible feeling about this all since I had that terrible dream. I could hardly face him after he saw me with Will, but now i'm going to have to face him knowing that he knows he made me hard.

It would be better if he did something truly worth getting hard over, but god when he grabbed my waist and hips like that I nearly saw god.

This is why i'm so severally fucked. I'm so attracted to him that him just touching me like that had me turned on. His hands on my waist felt good, like genuinely good, like so good i'd consider it foreplay.

I slammed my head against the bathroom door. I must be dreaming, there's no way I would get myself into this position in real life. Not only is Louis weirded out by the Larry thing, but now i've just made it a million times worse for him by actually getting off on it.

I tried to think of ways to get out of this. There was a breeze, or it was the interviewers fault, but I couldn't pretend this wasn't shitty as hell.

A knock at the door startled me. If it was Louis, I might consider faking my death. "Harry?" Thank god, it was Liam.

"We got to go mate," he shouted, knocking again. I opened the door a crack, staring at him in shame. I even felt mortified being around Liam knowing what just happened.

However, there was no way around this. I couldn't ever admit to Liam that Louis made me this hard, and I couldn't stay in this bathroom forever. Luckily, i'd gone down enough that there wasn't much of a bulge left.

We walked out to the main room where everyone waited, and when I saw Louis, I avoided his gaze. If I looked at him right now, I fear i'd either get hard again, or have a heart attack and die.

Why does embarrassing shit keep happening to me! And why is it always Louis' fault!

Louis' POV:

On the way to lunch, I sat next to Niall, trading with Zayn for the seat next to Harry. He didn't ask questions, just gave me an odd look before getting up and going to the back of the limo.

My mind went back again and again to not only Harry's dick, hard and true, but also the way his skin felt in my hands. I don't think, in all our years of an affectionate friendship, i've ever grabbed him like that. His hips and waist were plump and firm in all the right places, and he was smooth and milky under my fingertips. Not only that, he was sweating and breathing and it was such a suggestive situation, that of course it made me flush.

The whole situation had me thinking back to the night in the hot tub. I remember getting off, but my mind goes hazy after that. I hardly even remember how his lips felt. One thing i'll never forget, though, are those love handles in my grip as we rubbed together. He was so firm and real in my grasp.

Fuck. This was wrong to think about. We were teenagers back then, and anything we did hardly counted. But I remember it, I remember feeling weird that we never talked about it. I just assumed you didn't speak about those things, especially since it was with a guy. It felt normal. Now that i'm older, and now that Harry has this weirdly sexual place in my mind as of late, I can't stop thinking that maybe we should've talked about that.

Ugh.

Why was him being hard having such an effect on me?

I looked back at him, he was looking out the window, his head turned and against the headrest. His neck was exposed, his jaw clenched. Mother fucking cock sucker. He looked good.