Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Twenty-Six.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Louis’s shower is not massive, but it’s not small. It’s a simple square shower with glass walls, tucked away in the corner of his bathroom, but it would do.

We began stripping of our sticky clothes as soon as we entered the bathroom. My shirt got stuck around my head from all the cake batter, so Louis had to help me tug it off.

Our clothes were situated in the corner of the bathroom, probably getting the tile floor dirty with all the cooking ingredients that had gathered on the cloth, but we didn’t mind. The only thing that mattered right now was me and him.

Louis turned on the shower water and waited for it to warm for a few seconds, then opened the glass door and pulled me into the shower by my wrist, laughing as I practically tripped into him. He caught me as I fell into his bare chest, smiling down at me as I continued to giggle.

The mess that we created on our bodies from the kitchen dripped down our bodies and swirled into the drains, but the batter in my hair was still evident due to the chocolaty smell it was creating. Louis reached behind me, still holding me close to his body and grabbed the shampoo.

I wasn’t embarrassed at that we were doing. Most girls would blush and shy away, giggling awkwardly. I was in that stage once, but I got over it, because it’s not very fun. I like to be confident in whatever I do, and not worry about what other people think of me. That may be the only thing that I don’t regret about dating Ryan; be taught me tons of things that are useful to me now.

Louis spread the shampoo onto his hands, then plopped his hands on the top of my head and started massaging the masculine smelling soap into my hair. I returned the favor by squirting the shampoo onto my hands and massaging it into his hair. He gently nudges me under the shower faucet, letting the warm water wash out the shampoo. I switch positions with Louis, so he is now under the faucet.

No words were said throughout our entire shower, it was just us staring into each other’s eyes, laughing occasionally when the soap gets into our eyes.

The only time things got awkward is when the bar of soap dropped between us, and I ended up accidentally giving Louis a blowjob.

His head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut as the shower water dripped down his tone, tanned, fit and ready body to where my mouth connected with his shaft. His fingers entangled in my now clean hair, I bobbed my head forward and back, my knees supporting me as I kneeled on the shower floor. Loud grunts and soft pants fell from Louis’s parted and swollen lips as he came to his high, releasing into my mouth as the soap drifted along the water current, riding its way forgotten in the corner.

***

The next day, when I returned home I headed straight up to my room, only to find tons of papers lying on my bed. At closer examination, I realized that these were not normal papers; they were job applications. I knew this day was coming as soon as it was legal for me to get a job. My parents weren’t going to let it go this time, though, because they could easily just force me into work by deciding they were going to make me pay an insane amount of money for me to live in their house. Honestly though, who would want to move out of a house like this? It’s big enough that I get my space, and I am provided with a nice bed, food and running water.