Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

2. Pony

Time began to slow as the glittery boy made his way from the doorway to the top of a nearby table, his shimmering body taking center stage of the tiny room. Without hesitation, he began to raise his arms and gyrate his hips to the beat of the music, creating a sparkly spectacle where he stood. Party-goers began to surround him now. They cheered him on and formed a circle of sweaty bodies on the floor below him. Two other similarly sparkly frat brothers emerged from the crowd and mounted the table and join him, dancing eccentrically.

"Cue the music!" one shouted. He had dark hair and stubble and a long, chiseled torso which was covered in tattoos. Seconds later, he tugged at his sparkly vest and threw it off into the crowd -- now, his audience -- revealing more tattoos on his hipbones. 

The other guy, a tall, muscular brunette with rippling abs, stroked his glitter beard and nodded, raising his chiseled arm to point a remote at the back wall. Instantly, Pony by Ginuwine began to play and the three men assembled, the original bloke with the sparkly torso in the middle. 

"Ohmigosh! They're gonna perform," Camille squealed, interrupting Harry's laser focus on the three half naked men before him. He and Camille had stopped dancing ages ago -- Harry had practically turned into a statue when he saw the glittery man pop the bottle of champagne, his body firm and unmoving against Camille's gyrating hips. 

Upon noticing his stagnancy, Camille had turned around towards Harry, a sly smile spreading across her lips as she watched him stare at the blue-eyed man. His green eyes were so dilated they were nearly black, and his lips were red from nervous biting. Perhaps she had taken Harry to this Zete party for a good reason...

"Looks like they are," Harry finally replied to Camille, following behind her as she made her way towards the crowd surrounding the table -- which had now  transformed into a stage. When Harry looked down, he noticed how tightly her shorts hugged her ass, and quickly began wishing he had drank more earlier in the night. 

"That one in the middle is Louis," Camille said, leaning on her tip toes and cupping her hands around Harry's ear as she spoke. "He's Zete's president. Always puts on a show." 

Harry nodded, running a hand through his hair, and followed Camille deeper into the crowd, blinking his eyes as the rainbow flashing lights intensified. 

Always puts on a show was right. Louis was currently running his hands across his torso seductively to the beat of the music, sending glitter flying everywhere. The other two boys mirrored his motions, moving their hips in unison and flexing their biceps in different poses.

As the chorus picked up, Louis started to do a series of body rolls, all the while maintaining his pouty smirk. Harry could have sworn those blue eyes were looking into his soul as he danced. 

"If you're horny 

Let's do it

Ride it, my pony 

My saddle's waiting 

come and jump on it"

Louis was now down on the ground, hip thrusting against the table top as he supported himself with his triceps. As if the crowd wasn't excited enough before, they were going wild now, screaming and jumping around. Camille shrieked, using the chaos as an opportunity to throw herself into Harry's arms.

"Careful there," Harry bellowed. He had barely caught her, and was now holding her an arm's distance away, eyes still focused on the show. Camille looked up at him with a pouty face, her red lips curling into frown. 

Harry made eye contact with her and blushed. He had been spending so much time immersed in the dancing that he had hardly paid any attention to Camille. He hoped she didn't notice how much he was enjoying it, how much he was staring...

Louis was doing a split now, his package straining against the fabric of the bright pink shorts as he dropped it low. Behind him, the dark haired man was grinding against the brunette, lowering himself slowly and twerking onto his crotch. 

At this point, Harry started to feel faint, like he had seen too much. He couldn't be here right now...He needed to get out of here... Go anywhere but here. Camille sensed his franticness and hopped on her tiptoes again, draping an arm around him as she talked into his ear. 

"You okay?" she questioned. 

"Fine. Just need air," Harry replied, his deep voice small and vulnerable. 

Camille nodded and followed after Harry as he navigated his way through the crowd, his long limbs allowing him to pass through easily. 

"This way," Camille called, once they got to the doorway. "Fire exit." 

Harry followed her into another room, a bedroom, where a group of students were doing lines of cocaine off of a desk, and followed her to the window. She pushed it open, and began to climb out, fresh air showering Harry's face as he headed after her. 

"You okay? Seemed really focused back there," Camille said, leaning her legs out through the metal bars. Street lamps and headlights danced below her dangling feet, illuminating the dark stretches of avenue below. 

Harry sat pretzel style next to her and pulled out a cigarette, his hand shaking slightly as he lit up. He offered the pack to Camille, who shrugged and took one.

"I'm fine," Harry replied, exhaling the smoke through his nose. He handed her the lighter and she took it eagerly, her manicured fingernails shining in the moonlight. 

"Just haven't been to a party in a long time. I don't do well in crowds," he continued, watching as Camille breathed out, the white smoke encircling her cherry lips. 

"Or perhaps you haven't been to a party like this," she suggested. Harry avoided eye contact, trying to come up with a response. 

"I sure haven't. It's been a lot of fun though. Thank you for the invite, Camille," he replied smoothly. Camille blushed as she said his name, his deep voice slowly forming the syllables. It seemed to distract her for a moment, and she batted her eyes, her long lashes meeting in the middle. 

"You're quite welcome, Harry," she finally said, rolling the cigarette between her fingers. "But there's something about you that you're not telling me. And I'm determined to find out."

Harry snorted, perhaps out of nervousness or perhaps out of pure amusement. "Let's get another round of drinks then. And maybe you'll find out," he replied, a sexy grin forming on his lips. 

Camille nodded and reached back inside the window for an ash tray. They put their cigarettes out in silence, taking one last look at the Chicago streets. Harry took a deep breath before climbing back into the apartment, the hot, steamy air of the party replacing the cool nighttime breeze.