Lilo & Nouis Smut (BoyxBoy)

41. I'll Always Cheer You On (Nouis)

Louis sighs, resting his back against the hotel door. He's in France and just came back from one of his soccer games, and they lost 3-2, Louis having scored one of the goals. Everyone on the team went to a restaurant as a way of way of trying to cheer themselves up after the loss, but Louis decided not to go, too upset about the earlier conversation with management. They wouldn't let Niall come to the game because apparently it would create more rumors so they made him stay back in London. He grabs his phone and dials Niall's number, frustrated when it goes straight to voice mail. He usually always calls after a game to see how it went but now he's not even picking up his phone? He tries three more times before giving up and tossing his phone on the table.

He kicks off his socks and shoes and walks towards the bedroom and opens his door, stopping dead in his tracks. There are rose petals scattered across the bed, candles are lit on the dresser and tables on either side of the bed, and Louis starts to wonder if he came in the right room. He's about to turn around when the bathroom door opens, Niall walking out in a white plush hotel robe. Louis smiles and opens arms as Niall runs to him. Louis wraps his arms tightly around Niall and lays his cheek against his head

"I heard the game was a bust." Niall mumbles into his shoulder.

"Shh, don't talk about that. How did you get here? When did you get here?" Louis asks, pulling Niall away to look at him. Niall smiles and pulls Louis by his hands to the bed and makes him sit down.

"Honestly Lou, they can't keep me from getting on plane and flying to France unless they forcefully restrain me, and they can't do that in public without looking bad," Niall says matter-of-factly as he straddles Louis' lap. "And I got here during the last part of the game. I would've gone but I wanted to surprise you." He tucks his face into Louis' neck and latches his lips onto a fading love bite, trying to make it bloom again. Louis knocks his head to the side and grabs Niall's hips, moaning softly when Niall begins dragging his fingers through his hair.

"Missed you so much, love." Louis whispers. Niall chuckles and pulls away, hopping off Louis' lap.

"I wanna show you something." Niall says as he starts to untie his robe. Louis raises one of his eyebrows and shucks his shirt off of his body, throwing it to the floor.

"Show me." Niall grins and slowly pulls the robe off his shoulders and let's it fall to the floor with a soft thud sound. Louis' eyes widen as he takes in the sight in front of him. Niall's wearing a blue long sleeve crop top and a matching skirt that stops a couple of inches above the mid thigh. Niall smiles at Louis' reaction and holds up his index finger as if telling him to wait a minute before turning around, and Louis chuckles breathlessly. On the back is Tomlinson with 28 right under that. Louis groans and falls back on the bed, running his hands through his hair. Niall takes advantage of that and crawls over Louis' lap, taking Louis' hands from his hair and holding them down on the mattress on both sides of his head. Louis looks up and gives Niall a goofy smile.

"You like?" Niall asks as he tucks his face into Louis' neck and starts to kiss the skin there. Louis chuckles breathlessly, nodding his head, weakly fighting Niall's grip. "Good, 'cause they're stayin' on." Louis groans and uses his strength to roll them over and hold Niall to the bed.

"My own personal cheerleader, huh? Is that what you are? Cheer me on even when I don't win?" He asks, attaching his lips to the sweet spot on his neck.

"Lou, I-" he gasps when Louis bites down, interrupting his sentence. He sucks and runs his hand up his stomach to his chest, pinching and twisting one of his nipples between his fingers under the crop top. "Oh God, Lou I...fuck."

"What is it baby?" Louis whispers into the mark that's going to blossem there. He can hear the anger from their management now, because how dare Louis mark Niall in such a noticeable location. Could he be any more stupid? Louis smiles at the question, because yes, he could and since his boyfriend is dressed like a cheerleader for him, he's going to be. "What do you need?"