Tan Lines

Tell me who you think about

"I-I've never, urm, I haven't-" he stammered, looking up from the perfect arse to the perfect face that was watching him with an understanding that made his heart melt.

"Relax, Harry. You'll do fine. Here, let me help you." he said softly.

Before Harry could ask how, Louis had pulled himself up from between his thighs and replaced his legs either side of his body, on his knees. It was such a quick movement that it barely registered that Louis was now bent over in front of him. He was still in a state of mild shock when one of Louis' feet nudged the bottle of lotion closer to him.

"Are you definitely sure about this, Lou? I don't want to hurt you." he murmured, reaching out a hand to rub the side of his bare thigh as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Louis' body leant into the touch, the swaying drawing Harry's attention to between his legs where he could just see a very hard cock bobbing slightly. He bit down on his lip, his own cock leaking against his underwear at the sight.

"You're not going to hurt me, don't worry. Just use plenty of lotion." Louis replied reassuringly.

Harry nodded to himself, applying the lotion liberally to a few of his fingers. He ran his other hand over the curve of Louis' arse, the flesh firmer now he was in this position. He let it run lower and more central until he could part the two mounds with a forefinger and thumb to expose his best friend in a way he never thought he would find appealing until now.

Louis pushed back as he tentatively ran a cool, wet finger around the hole, mewling slightly.

"How do you know I won't hurt you, Lou?" he asked quietly, pressing his finger a little harder but not entering just yet.

"Because it's not the first time I've done this kind of thing." Louis said a little breathlessly.

Harry froze, jealously spiking through him like a hot rod to his spine. It seemed Louis sensed the tension and spluttered to explain himself. "I mean, n-not with anyone else. J-just, you know... when I'm alone."

The jealousy that had begun to coil in his stomach transformed into something hotter as the image of Louis fingering himself flashed across his vision. "What do you think about when you do it?" he asked lowly, still teasing Louis' entrance.

"Guess."

Harry's mouth spoke the first name that came to mind. "Eleanor?"

He didn't realize how he spat the word until Louis giggled, the sound he usually found adorable now overlaid with breathy want and doing things to his groin. "I barely think about Eleanor when I'm having sex with her, Harry." he stated.

The thought of Louis actually having sex with the girl moved his hand and suddenly his finger was enveloped in a heat that blew his mind. Louis let out a low moan to match Harry's, immediately pushing himself back to meet his knuckle. He didn't move for a moment, savoring the new sensation, and asking the question again.

"Who do you think about when you do this to yourself, Louis?" Louis groaned and tried to push his body back further and get him moving, but Harry wanted an answer.

"I think you can guess." he breathed.

The implication was heavy and it made Harry's toes curl, in turn making his finger curl reflexively inside Louis making him gasp. "Tell me who you think about." he repeated.

"You know who."

"I want to hear you say it." he ground out, inching his finger out slowly.

"Fuck, Haz. It's you, of course it's you. How could it be anyone el- fuck!"

Louis' confession was cut off as Harry plunged his finger deep inside him again. The words had a marvelous effect on Harry's self-esteem, thrusting his finger in and out with a vigor he didn't know he had. The thought of what it could mean for them together was pushed aside as he watched Louis' body rock back and forth with the movement. "More, Haz. Please." Louis whined.

Harry didn't stop to double-check this time, sliding in another lotioned finger to join the first, desperately trying to blot out how the tightness would feel around his throbbing cock. "Oh god. Your fingers feel so good, Haz." Louis panted, pushing himself back on every forward thrust of Harry's hand.

"Yeah? Better than when you imagine it's me?" Harry asked.

"Fuck, yes. So much better, oh god. Harder, Harry." Louis moaned.

Harry complied immediately, crooking and scissoring his fingers instinctively. Hearing Louis say his name like that was driving him crazy and his other hand moved to palm himself through his shorts, before he realized the only person he wanted touching him was Louis. Instead he moved his hand to grip onto Louis' toned thigh for leverage. "You feel good around my fingers, Lou." he mumbled.

"Yeah? Wanna feel me around your - fuck, oh god - around your cock?" Louis panted.

"Fuck, yes. More than anything." Harry growled, scissoring his fingers wider, knowing it was needed.