Liam's POV
The hair. This was odd. I knew it was. I groped around the wall for the switch. None. I reached over my head for a pull when the person started kissing my neck again. Got it. I pulled the cord and the light flooded the room.
"Lou!" I grabbed him by the shoulders.
He pulled back and put his hand on a jutted out hip. "What the hell? We were having a moment here."
"What'd you do to your hair?" I asked, looking at his coiffed up hair.
"I'm trying something new. Is it bad?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It's sexy. I just wanna mess it up." I grabbed two fistfuls at the back of his head and pulled him in for another messy, wet kiss.
He pulled away and said, "We don't have a lot of time babe. I just needed to do this."
His hands pulled at the buckle of my belt, and when he got it undone, his hand dove into my pants inbetween my boxers and jeans. Palming my length through the material, my hips bucked up to meet his hand.
I hadn't been touched like this since I was fourteen. Well, other than one time in the bathroom of a bar with some guy who was so drunk he could barely give a proper handjob.
"Lou," I groaned when his hand slipped inside my boxers. He pulled my dick out and tugged my pants down to the middle of my thighs.
"Ten inches of Payne, huh?" Lou said with a breathy laugh. His palm rubbed the underside of my fully hard erection and spit into his hand before running a fist up my length, twisting the hand around my head, and pumping it down before repeating the process over again. I was writhing against the wall, my palm flat against the brick surface behind my back, the other wound tightly into Louis' hair.
He never let up. The feeling of his hand was better than any girl I was with, and definitely better than the guy in the bathroom. I was a sweating, shaking mess. "God, Lou. Shit," I smacked the wall before pulling his lips to mine as he increased the speed of his hand. I groaned deeply in the back of my throat before feeling my stomach tighten and then relax. Louis' hand slowed down while my orgasm washed through my body and spilled over his fingers.
"Wow, Li," Lou said. "That was impressive. Now come on, we need to get out to the show."
"Why did you do that? Now I'm not going to be able to focus on the interview. All I'm going to be able to think about is, that," I said to him while pulling my pants back up.
He smirked, "Exactly." And he walked out of the closet, leaving me with my mouth open in awe, my hair a mess, and my forehead sticky with sweat. I followed him out, looking at his perfect ass the entire walk to the stage.
Author's Note: I wasn't sure how to approach this chapter. I wanted something to like leave readers hanging, but I wasn't totally ready to introduce the big problem in the story. It kind of sucked, so I apologize, but I needed to wait a bit. I've never written anything like this before, so I'd love to hear thoughts and suggestions. So comment below :) Thanks for reading!
