Larry Stylinson Smut

is it just a dream?

Louis is frustrated.

Like, really really frustrated. Not in the 'someone is irritating and I'm ready to slap them' sort of way. In the 'jesus fucking christ how hard can it be to get enough free time to have a decent wank' sort of way.

They've had promos, interviews and photoshoots for the past week straight and Louis honestly feels like he's about to snap.

Louis is all for going home and having a wank, but Niall insisted that they all get some food first. Louis' stomach unfortunately agrees with him, so they all head back to Harry and Louis' for some food.

As soon as his stomach is full and happy, his mind keeps drifting off to where he knows there is a bottle of lube and a dildo waiting for him.

The other boys start to notice that he's not paying attention and he begs them off with a mumbled reply of not feeling well.

"Do you need something, Lou? I can make you some soup?" The only thing Louis needs right now is something in his arse or a hand around his cock. Preferably both.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks, Haz." They all look a bit sceptical and Louis mentally smacks himself; this is probably his best chance. "Think I might lay down for a bit. Sorry, lads."

Liam calls a "feel better" after him and Louis can't help the smile that slips on his face. Yes. He will definitely "feel better" after this.

Louis just manages to make sure the door is completely closed before rushing over to his nightstand and digging out the lube and dildo, throwing them onto his bed.

He makes quick work of his clothes, stumbling over his feet and jumping onto his bed with a manic grin. Finally.

He pours the lube over three of his fingers, accidentally getting a little on the sheets in his haste, and gets comfortable against the pillows with his legs spread.

As much as he knows he should try to hurry with the boys right outside, he starts slow. It has been a while and as desperate as he is, he doesn't want to ruin this by rushing. Again. One mistake he doesn't intend on repeating.

He circles a finger around his rim and lets his other hand trail across his chest, occasionally pinching one of his nipples. He lets out a breathy noise when he squeezes particularly hard and bites his lip.

He slowly pushes his index finger in, groaning at the stretch. It burns a little, having gone a while without fingers in his arse (even longer than the week without an orgasm) but it feels amazing.

He thrusts them in a few times, slipping in another and whimpering. His hand finds it's way down to his cock, half hard and still filling, giving it a few tugs.

Niall breaks into laughter so loud Louis can hear it and he stills his movements. How the hell did he manage to forget about the others?

He picks up the pace then, thrusting his fingers almost desperately and curls them, trying to hit that little bundle of nerves that will send him flying.

A door clicks shut outside but Louis ignores it, probably just someone going to the bathroom.

His dick is fully hard now and Louis resumes his attention to it, giving quick, firm strokes and swiping his thumb over the head where it's leaking.

"Hey Lou, I brought you some tea- oh shit! Sorry!" Louis completely freezes, staring wide eyed at Harry, heart trying to beat it's way out of his chest. "Sorry, the boys just left and you said you weren't feeling well."

Harry's eyes drop down to where Louis still has two fingers stuffed to the knuckle in his arse and a hand around his cock before darting back up like he never meant to look. "I just. I thought you might want some tea is all."