Uncovered {Larry Stylinson}-AU

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"How about we go and play that game of tennis?" He mumbled against my lips, as he finally broke up the kiss. I was so dazed I was not quite sure what I was thinking when I agreed to this whole thing.

"Y-Yes of c-course." I stuttered out as I blushed with embarrassment. I felt his hands run down my arms grabbing my smaller hands with his considerably larger, slim looking ones. My heart was on a positive high and I did not really want it to end. I met Harry's eyes and saw them bright, filled with happiness. Happiness what not something I really imagined a man of his... Presence to possess.

He smirked pushing away from me. His green eyes wandered down and over my quivering body. I chewed my lip softly and pushed myself slowly off of the ice cold wall, my knees shaking.

"Mm you really are a fine person Louis." He murmured, the squeaking of his sports trainers entering my ears. I watched him intently, my eyes unable to draw away from his tensed back muscles. I swallowed nervously, his biceps large as he balled his long, soft hands into iron fists, his knuckles growing white. As he walked he rolled his tense shoulders, swinging his arms.

Oh my...

Even from a far I could see small droplets of sweat slid down his spine, going over each individual bump. My mouth ran dry, my tongue running over my teeth.

"Come on now Louis. Staring is not very polite." He said, amusement lacing his words. I tore my eyes away and shuffled over to where he had lay my glasses. I picked them up with delicate hands, slipping them on. I stared at my plaid shirt lying in a heap on the floor. As I was debating with myself on wether or not to pick it up, I was unaware that Harry's eyes were watching me like a hawk, watching pray.

"You need not put that shirt back on Louis. You will get too hot. I like giving people a good work out."

I felt myself blushing scarlet. He has certainly dirtied up my mind. I can remember being so level headed and strong minded. Now I seem to crumple in a sorry heap on the floor. Like ice melting in a deep pool of water. The smirk on his face said it all I might add. He was not talking about tennis. I swallowed hard and push any unreasonable thoughts from my poor abused mind.

"Here Louis. You can use my racket." He said with a slightly teasing tone, spinning the racket skilfully in his hand, long fingers brushing the leather pad. I grabbed it with a shaking hand being sure to hold it tightly, in fear of dropping it. Now that, I could not live down.

"T-Thank you."

He smiled, his soft lips parting ever so slightly. His tongue that had once made residence in my mouth was flicking at the tip. I let the racket hang by my side as I stared emotionless at Harry who yet again walked away. His hips swung graciously, his tight shorts sliding down his hips, waistband visible. His calf muscles tensed every time his feet his the ground. I was in no way any match to this man.

I could not seem to find the right words for this... Predicament I have all but landed head first into. If Liam were to see me now he would be laughing so hard his lungs packed in.

"Come on. Do not silence me out here Louis." He started turning with a grin as he opened a locker, in which hung many tennis racket as similar to the one I held, but all had distinct patterns. "I can always find a way," he muttered, pulling off a sleek tennis racket, twisting it in his hand. He poised himself in positions, only real tennis players used. Tried forehand. Backhand... Serve. I found myself positively mesmerised by the muscle movement. Tract and contract. It was positively incredible. I was snapped from my rather lovely daydream by his voice awfully close to me. "To make you talk." He growled in my ear, his teeth grazing it softly, sending a maddening shiver down my spine. He chuckled, I could fell the vibration of his chest of my back, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.