Dare To Love

14 - Pancake Sunday

☆ Warning: Mature content...ish ☆

  . . . . .

It was late, the room was quiet, and enveloped in complete darkness. Harry had found it hard too sleep, and was now silently scrolling through Louis' Instagram in the early hours of the morning. For the last few hours, he'd cycled through a number of random activities, none of which were very sleep-inducing. He'd watched videos for a bit, washed the bathroom, tried to read himself to sleep, and even tried to count sheep, but sleep simply wouldn't come.

The glow of the phone illuminated his face, as he chuckled silently at the smaller boy's older posts before stopping short, breath hitching in his throat and heat flooded his body.

Louis was standing in the middle of a party, oblivious to the picture being taken of him, smiling brightly at someone off-camera. He wore a white t-shirt that clung to muscles Harry hadn't noticed before, the shirt practically pasted to his torso. Nothing of his upper body was left unseen, some dark shapes becoming visible as his damp white shirt pasted to his skin. His hair was slightly damp, falling in soft waves around his forehead and temples, his earlobes peeking from underneath.

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek, looking around his dorm room reluctantly, before shimming out of his pants. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the bed on the opposite side of the room before shoving his hand underneath the blankets, his head falling back on his pillow with a relieved, extended sigh.

He could be quiet.

He wrapped his hand around himself, eyes focused on the screen. He moaned softly and opened his mouth, biting on his bottom lip as he pumped, his toes curling against the fluffy duvet.

"Fuck," he muttered, biting his bottom lip.

It wouldn't be his finest or longest wank, but with literally nothing separating him from his roommate, speed was important. He would've normally waited until no one was home, but after seeing Louis in that picture, he couldn't take it.

Fucking Louis, he thought, his hand speeding up.

Thick thighs that would pin him down, strong arms would hold him close, and that devil mouth of his would be moaning in his ear and kissing him. His mind flashed to their time when they'd hidden in between the buildings while running from Campus Security, his back pressed to the brick wall with Louis' heaving chest pressed to his, his voice fluctuating from his natural rasp to panting as he tried to regain his breath, warm breath fanning over Harry's face in a way that made him shudder. Louis' panting paired with his natural raspy voice had been hotter than anything Harry had heard.

Harry's breathing became ragged, chest heaving up and down as his hand pumped faster, sweat prickling his temples and hips bucked uselessly upwards. He arched his lower back and moaned a touch louder, quickly biting his bottom lip to stop himself.

"Fuck," he hissed again and sucked in a breath.

The tightness in his belly coiled and unfurled, his arm starting to tremble as he stroked and stroked and—

The sleek device fell from his hand, falling to the hard-wooden floor in slow motion, and Harry's eyes flew open, his hand stopping all movements. He quickly reached forward to catch it with his free hand, releasing a sigh of relief when the phone didn't come crashing down on the floor. He couldn't afford a new one.

He turned the phone over to see the screen, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.

Harry swallowed, eyes widening and hand flying up to cover his mouth in realization. His mouth felt instantly dry, and his heartbeat could be heard through his ears. He'd liked his picture. He jumped onto his feet, pulling on his sweatpants and pacing the length of his dorm room in panic, cursing under his breath.