Wroetofreezy One Shots

//35 - attention

Warnings: explicit smut throughout (THIS WHOLE THING IS PURE FILTH AT ITS FINEST)

A.N: okay, i'm sorry, i know i promised the ultimate wingman pt.2, but i got distracted by writing this... no more smut for a while after this though, i promise. and ultimate wingman pt.2 is deffo next chapter. it's half finished already, so shouldn't take more than a couple of days to come out. hope you enjoy this pure filth! :)

Concept: Harry gets bored of Cal not paying attention to him, and decides to do something about it.

[4940 words approx.]

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Harry POV

Cal is about to learn the hard way, that not paying attention to me, will result in a long night for both of us.

We've gone out to Nando's with the rest of The Sidemen, and Lux of course. Nothing fancy really. We just all wanted to have a meal together.

Cal's first mistake was sitting opposite me. We're at the end of the table, me on one side, him on the other. Vikk is to my side, and he has Simon next to him.

I end up talking with Vikk and Josh for most of the night, since Cal is talking to Simon. I know they're close mates, and that doesn't bother me at all. I just wish Cal would talk to me a little bit too.

It's petty really. But what can I say.

"Harry? You alright?" Says Vikk. I look over to him, and there's slight concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I ask. He shakes his head at me.

"Doesn't matter, you just spaced out, I guess," he says. "Some of us are getting desert, do you want anything?"

"I'm alright thanks," I respond.

"Okay bro," Vikk says, turning away to talk to Josh. I take a moment to zone everyone out, and glance at Cal. He does look good tonight, I'll give him that. His hair perfectly messy as always. He's wearing a simple black shirt and ripped jeans, and was wearing a denim jacket, but I assume he got too hot and took it off.

"Umm, Haz? You're staring babe," grins Cal, pulling me from my thoughts. I just glare at him and don't respond. "What's up with you?" He asks, a hint of sarcasm to his tone.

"Oh, nothing at all," I say sweetly, batting my lashes at him. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question it further, returning to his conversation with Simon. I huff quietly, and lean back in my chair. But doing that somehow just gives me an idea on how to get Cal's attention in the most frustrating way possible.

I carefully take off one of my sliders, trying not to touch anyone else's feet. It would be a shame to raise suspicions before I've even started. I then carefully rest my foot on Cal's knee under the table. He glances across at me sharply, and I give him a look that warns him not to say anything.

"You alright Cal?" Asks Simon, watching the other boy turn a delicate shade of pink as I slowly trail my foot up the inside of his thigh.

"Yep, fine," Cal responds, his voice surprisingly steady. But that won't be the case in a minute. He shifts slightly as I place my foot over his crotch, and begin rubbing him lightly through his jeans. His breath hitches, and when Simon looks confused, Cal fakes a cough.

"Harry," Cal says lowly. "Not the place for this."

"Oh really?" I respond innocently, and apply a little more pressure. I can feel his cock beginning to harden in his jeans, and he gives me a look of pure desperation.