Words counted: 4665
By: PuzzlingApproach (ao3)
Summary:
The hotel messed up the boys' reservations for after their Red Nose Day performance, causing Louis and Harry to share a single bed hotel room. When Harry wakes up to Louis having a wet dream, he just can't help himself. He'd have to remember to thank the hotel later.
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Harry's eyes flashed open in to the darkness, unsure of what had brought him from sleep until he heard a noise that must have been the culprit.
A low whimper came from the space next to him on the bed and Harry went completely still, surprised at the sounds that could be coming from none other than the boy next to him.
Harry and Louis were both in the same bed- supposed to be sleeping, really, as they had another city to travel to the next day- but there Harry lay, wide awake and slowly beginning to feel hot under the blankets as the seconds passed and Louis' whimpers grew in to whines accompanied by the sounds of shifting bedspread.
The hotel had messed up their sleeping arrangements, having booked three hotel rooms- one with two beds, and two with only one bed when the opposite was needed. They were too tired to ask for more suitable accommodations, having just returned from their Red Nose Day performance. So, it had ended up that Liam and Niall were sharing the room with two beds, Zayn was alone, and Harry and Louis were sharing the other single bed room. The two boys fell asleep using each other as pillows all the time while traveling and had simply assumed that this would be no different. They had such a close friendship that sharing a bed would be no big deal, despite the fact that Harry had taken the initiative to sleep in the nude as he would when alone and Louis was in nothing but his bright purple boxer briefs hidden under the duvet.
Harry was beginning to regret his decision to wear so little to bed as he could feel his cock beginning to harden just at the sound of his friend.
"F-fuck," Louis whined lowly but a few inches from Harry and unable to stop himself, Harry's head whipped to the side to take in the sight of his companion.
Harry's eyes traveled the sleeping lad's form, seeing that he had kicked off the blankets in his sleep and his hands were gripping the mattress tightly. Harry's eyes traveled first to Louis' head, his newly red hair mussed with sleep and more than a little enticing. He continued to Louis' face, seeing that while his eyes were closed his face was scrunched up, a small line forming between his eyebrows that Harry tried not to recognize as adorable. Moving farther down, Harry saw that Louis' taut stomach muscles kept jumping as his back arched and his body writhed. Down just a little father, Harry spotted what he had shamefully been hoping to find.
Straining against that fabric of his shorts, Louis' erection was distracting Harry from any possible coherent thoughts.
"Please," Louis whimpered so quietly it was merely a breath, his legs parting and slowly spreading wide.
Harry's breath caught in his throat, his cock becoming painfully hard because that looked a whole lot like aninvitation.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Harry's hand had reached out and he was palming Louis loosely over the fabric of his shorts. Louis' back arched up in to the touch, a quiet Ah! falling from his lips and Harry was thoroughly entranced. Curiously, but cautiously, so lost in the older boy he had no hopes of stopping himself, Harry shifted himself closer until he was right up against the writhing boy's side. Staring down at his face, feeling the way Louis' hips kept pushing up in to Harry's large palm, he leaned in until his face was but centimeters away from the other lad's. Harry's eyes flickered from the expression of concentration on Louis' face down to his lips, they seemed overly red and a little swollen as though he was biting down on them in his sleep. The sight was too much for Harry to sit there motionlessly, and so he slowly leaned in and their breaths mingled- Harry's becoming pants while Louis' were deep but harsh, a combination of sleep and uncontrolled arousal.
