Rain And Wet Jeans

Harry lay listening to the rain hit the window, the smell of sweaty clothes and the overuse of Lynx filling his senses with the reminder that he wasn’t at home. That he definitely wasn’t going to be able to deal with anything that was going on below the belt, not when the others had great sense of timing for walking into the room. Turning his head to the left to stare out the window, watching the drops run down the window pane and pool against the wood. 

Sighing loudly and forcing himself to sit up, the thick duvet slipping down his body and pooling in his lap; tenting over his now irritating morning wood. Rubbing his palms slowly down his face and smelling the awful stench that was his sleep heavy body. Stretching and cracking his back, he dragged his naked body pout of his bed and shuffled slowly across the room and into the bathroom. Blinking slowly and looking in the mirror, he groaned slightly and grabbed at the soft flesh at his hips. 

Slowly stepping into the shower, all he could smell was Louis body wash. The fresh burst of mint and the tang of lemon, filling his nose and making his cock twitch between his legs. Breathing in the scent, he started the shower and feeling the cold water hit his skin. The smell only seemed to get stronger the longer Harry stood in the shower, he had had to force himself to use his own body wash and not Louis’. Swallowing as he ran his hand down his body, the suds covering his torso and sliding over his hard member; his breath coming out shaky and his body falling forward to lean against the cold tiles that surrounded him. 

His mind was racing thinking about every night curling up with Louis, completely naked but never doing anything more than pressing their lips together and fisting each others hair. Louis always pulled away as soon as he started getting turned on, always fearful of how his body reacted when all he was doing was kissing Harry. 

Harry would always watch as Louis scrambled from his bed, ran for the bathroom and didn’t return for ten minutes. He watched as Louis would walk out, red faced and unable to look over at Harry. While Louis crawled into his bed, Harry would turn his head and look out the window. Looking out at the lights and willing his erection to disappear, but he would end up falling asleep each night dreaming of a night where Louis would stay. Where he would keep kissing Louis and roll him onto his back. Slowly climb on top of him, slipping his body between Louis naked thighs and join their lips; while his hips move slowly against Louis. The rhythm of their hips speeding up, their hearts racing against each others chest and their breaths hot and fast. Until he looked right in Louis eyes groaning his name and cumming between them. 

Harry flicked his eyes open, staring at the cold white tiles he felt his dick leaking heavily onto his soft stomach and biting down hard on his bottom lip, he wrapped his fingers round himself. A breath rushed out of his mouth and forced itself just a quickly back into his lungs, making him choke on the air swirling round the steamy bathroom. 

Shakily he moved his hand up slowly, but he felt so bad getting off to his friend in a way that Louis obviously wasn’t into. But it didn’t stop him dragging his hand wetly over himself, listening to his own loud breathing and slick hand. He listened and heard the bedroom door open, laughing ringing round the room. Louis laughter, it slightly breathless as if he had been running. The groan fell from his lips before he could stop it and he froze completely in the shower. Listening to see if he had been caught but instead he heard the bedroom door being locked and a body fall back on a bed. Quickly rinsing himself off and shutting off the water he stood.

He could hear the rustling off clothes, but that meant nothing. The boys were constantly having to change, with Louis having a thing at the moment for pranks involving water. Licking his lips and slowly dragging his towel over himself, he found he was no less hard than he had been only moments before. His mind still spinning with the thought of having Louis wriggling underneath him. His lips slick with saliva as he kept licking at them.