Lights Off, Lights On

You are such a creep. This is wrong.

Louis had hoped that, with some mental scolding, he'd get a twinge of conscience and stop listening. But, nope. Nothing. So he continued to listen. The sounds he craved were muffled, the running water of the shower and the echo of the bathroom twisting the sound to something almost unrecognisable. Almost.

Okay, so Louis was a pathetic specimen. This was probably one of the worst invasions of privacy out there. Yet here he was, straining his ears to hear the beautiful sounds of his roommate touching himself in the shower.

"Fuck," he muttered, quickly palming himself through his joggers.

Louis dropped his head to the doorframe as he heard the telltale sound of climax coming from the bathroom. He let out a quiet, strangled moan, palming himself again as he heard the water stop running.

"Shit," Louis muttered, quickly moving back to his own bed and throwing himself on top of it. A minute later, Harry emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped round his waist, smiling brightly, nonchalantly.

"Morning, Lou."

"Hiya, mate," Louis said breezily, scrolling through whatever the hell was on his phone screen. He was laying on his side, angled slightly to make sure his boner wasn't showing. "How's it going? Got plans today?"

"Meeting my sister for lunch." Harry yawned, scratching his stomach below his belly button. "You?"

"Lazy day in bed, I think." He shrugged. His pulse quickened, knowing exactly what he'd be doing as soon as Harry left.

Harry gave him a knowing smile. Harry always gently ribbed him for being lazy. Louis wasn't lazy, Harry knew Louis wasn't lazy, but Harry had a particular interest in remaining active and liked to tease Louis on his lack of that particular interest.

"If you're nice, I'll bring you back something from the cafe."

Louis smiled sweetly. Harry gave a quick grin, stretching his arms above his head and Louis watched closely, hoping that finally, finally the towel might drop off.

It never did. It always hung precariously off of Harry's hips and had never once done Louis the good grace to slip off. Harry pulled a pair of boxers from his drawer and grabbed his jeans from his desk chair.

"Oh, Lou? It's your turn to clean the bathroom. Reckon you could do it today?"

"Sure, yeah."

Louis wondered if Harry had cleaned up after himself properly. God, the image of Harry shooting his load up the white tiles of the shower made Louis' dick twitch, and he felt his ears go red as Harry grinned at him, humming softly.

-

He didn't know whether to blame God or University, but whoever was responsible for placing him in a room with Harry was a cruel, cruel person. It had been four months since he'd moved in and Louis was in absolute agony.

Harry had the prettiest long, curly hair. His gorgeous green eyes always regarded Louis with mirth, and he possessed a very tantalising mouth that was erotic no matter what it was wrapped around. Added onto that, he had a long, lean figure, his torso and arms toned to perfection. Louis even found it sexy that Harry was constantly tripping over his own feet in those ridiculous boots he wore.

Currently, Harry was holding a biro between his teeth, those lovely full lips slack over the length of the pen.

"I'm too tired to work."

"Then go to sleep, Harry." Louis sighed, briefly slathering some lotion on his face before climbing into bed. "When's that assignment due?"

"Three weeks."