Hidden Gardens

Chapter 10

Louis took a deep breath and closed his eyes, arching his body backwards to press against Harry's. It was a July morning and he was feeling so, so hot. Not only because of the warm summer air that came through the open window, but also because of the heat of Harry's body pressed up against his back as they both laid on their sides.

"Feels good, huh?" Harry whispered against his ear, moving his body forward. They both had their underwear down and Harry's cock was deliciously placed between Louis' butt cheeks. Harry's long fingers were circling Louis' cock and moving deliciously, making him whimper and seek more friction with every thrust of Harry's hips.

"Dry humping is seriously underrated," Louis said lowly and Harry chuckled before squeezing his fingers around him just a little harder. Louis moaned and threw his head back. He could feel his skin getting slick with sweat and the base of his back wet with precome.

Harry kept rubbing against him in a way that was so erotic that Louis was feeling his face getting red. Harry was breathing directly in his ear, and the hot panting was driving him wild. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin as Harry worked magic with his hand, stroking him lazily.

Louis pressed back, as if it were possible for them to be closer than they already were.

"Wanna make you come," Harry whispered in his ear and started to nibble slightly on Louis' neck, making him shiver. He also started jerking him faster, and maybe they had only been doing that for ten minutes, but Louis was ready to let go.

With a muffled cry into his pillow, Louis let his orgasm wash over him, thrusting up into Harry's fist as he came. He was still feeling dizzy from it when Harry grunted deep in his throat and he felt his back getting wet when Harry came, his whole body pressed firmly against him.

"I get the appeal of being the little spoon, now," Louis said and turned to his side, feeling the damp sheets underneath him.

Harry giggled and laid on his back.

"Nothing like waking up with a hard-on against your bum," Harry said with a grin, still breathing a little fast. Louis watched his skin glisten around his neck and couldn't resist licking the salty skin. He felt Harry shiver under him.

"Great way to start the day," Louis said, removing his underwear and using it to clean both of them, "What time are you going to the gallery?"

"I was thinking around one. I could grab you and Niall some lunch and head over there."

Harry had developed the habit of going to the gallery a few days a week. He was immensely surprised to see that it was always crowded. It was also showcasing the works of a famous sculptor, and she was popular enough to draw attention to the gallery, but most people wandered to the room with his pictures as well and actually stayed there.

The pictures were going to be up for only one more week, but neither of them was worried about that.

Harry had gotten an amazing free lance opportunity. A magazine, not a big one, if he was being honest, had commissioned him to make a similar project, photographing the people who lived on the streets of central London.

Louis was worried sick everytime Harry spent the night wandering the streets of London, chatting with homeless people and taking their picture. Harry insisted on doing it only at night, because he wanted the pictures to have a particular feel to them. Louis could kick his artistic ass.

He'd gone with him once or twice, but people grew very suspicious when they both showed up to talk to them. Harry was a lot less frightening with his friendly smile and camera in his hands. Louis understood their caution, of course he did. Still, he barely slept those nights and was constantly checking his phone for messages.