Saved In The A.M.

23-No Control

———LOUIS' POV———
"Angel, angel" Harry whispers into my ear as he traces his fingers up and down my arm.
"Angel sunshine, sunshine angel" he repeats quietly.
We're laying in my bed waiting for Luke to get back from showing the boys around. I turn over so I'm facing Harry and kiss his nose softly.
"It's not so bad here" I inform Harry. Just glad that I have a friend to spend time with, grateful that I'm not alone. Luke doesn't treat me like a celebrity, he treats me like any other normal person and it's refreshing.
"I knew it would be hard, but ultimately good for you" he replies. I glance around the room, taking in the colour, it's painted a sunflower yellow colour and I've already started decorating one of the walls with pictures of my loved ones to remind me why I'm here, to be my happiest self and recover so I can live my best life.

The door swings open and the boys enter the room, myself and Harry sitting up on the bed.
"Alright Haz, it's time for us to head off, we've got a meeting, are you good to go?" Liam asks as he fixes his hair in the mirror that hangs on the back of the door.
"Already?" He whines.
"Don't worry mate, we can come back in a couple days" Niall reassures. Harry looks at me with his emerald eyes, big and sad like a puppy.
"It's okay baby, it's only 2 days" I comfort him as I place my hand on his face gently, rubbing my thumb on his cheek. We both get up off the bed and everyone shuffles out of the room, the boys say their goodbyes and wait in the hallway as I say bye to Harry.
"I'll miss you" he whimpers and I chuckle at how cute and clingy he is.
"I love you, Harry" I giggled, engulfing him in a tight hug.
"I love you, angel sunshine" he whispers in my ear as he squeezes me tight. Harry catches up with the boys and they walk down the hall, turning around and waving briefly.

I rejoin Luke in my room who is sitting on my bed, playing guitar.
"You two are a bit cute" he teases, striking down gently, playing a soft tune.
"That's what they say" I joke back.
I flop dramatically onto the bean bag chair.
"Play me a song" I sigh as I pick up a book and try to read.
"What do you want me to play?" Luke queries.
"Anything".
Luke starts plucking at the strings, playing a familiar sounding song. I try to focus on the words but I can't seem to pay attention. My mind is elsewhere. Harry. Harold. Hazza. Harry Edward Styles. My Love. I suddenly feel Luke staring at me and I look up and notice his confused face and the guitar stops.
"Uhhh" he murmurs.
"What?" I question, concerned.
"I knew I was good at playing guitar, but I didn't think I was THAT good" he emphasises as he uses his eyes to point to my crotch. I look down. Mortified.
"Holy fuck-" I breathed, noticing the very prominent bulge.
"Um, oh my god, I'm so sorry" I scramble trying to find the words.
Luke places the guitar down next to the bed as he hops up and walks towards me, squeezing my shoulder.
"I'll let you tend to that mate, see you at dinner" he chuckles and briskly leaves.

I'm in shock. Not able to properly register what just happened. I got a boner, in front of Luke! What if he thinks it was because of him?

I notice I'm still hard and remember I haven't came in days, this place is giving me blue balls.

Somehow I manage to roll myself out of the beanbag then get myself to the door and lock it, heading back to my bed and lying down on it. It smells like both Luke and Harry. I rub my hard member from on top of my sweatpants, inhaling the sweet aromas left on my bed. Ripping a picture of Harry off the wall to look at, I slide my hand into my boxers, pulling it out and letting it spring free, precum dripping from the top. I spit on my hand and rub up and down as I look at the picture of Harry, remembering our first time. The way it felt having his dick so far in me that it rammed into my prostate. I pull my pants down to my ankles sitting up slightly so I can lean against the wall, making it possible for me to tease my asshole. I miss the feeling of his tongue licking in and around it, the tingling I felt the first time, making a return. Gently, I slide the tip of my pointer finger in and twist it around as I continue to pump my throbbing cock. The feeling of pure ecstasy takes over and cum shoots out of my penis, onto my chest and stomach, it then goes limp and twitches as it tries to get out every last drop of cum.

I grab some tissues and wipe myself down then head to the shower to clean myself up. Stepping in, the warm water flows over me and I remember what just happened with Luke. Fuck. What if he thought my boner was about him, because he was sitting there playing guitar and then I just get hard? What the fuck Louis. I need to clear this shit up ASAP. Taking a moment to just appreciate the feeling of the water rain down, I close my eyes and just stand there. After a while I decide to get out, get dressed and go to Luke's room.

———LUKE'S POV———
I'm laying on my bed still trying to comprehend what just happened. Louis just got a hard on. Pretty much out of no where. I'm struggling to think of a logical reason as to why it happened but all I can think of is that it was me playing the guitar, because that's the only thing that was happening at the time. It wasn't his book, he wasn't even reading it. Just staring.

There's a knock at the door and a wave of anxiety rushes over me, I already know it's going to be Louis. I decide to stay silent, hoping he thinks I'm not in here because I'm not really sure how to face him.
"Luke please open the door, we need to talk" he begs.
Reluctantly, I get off the bed and slowly open the door.
"Hey mate" I say uneasily.
You could cut the tension with a knife.
"I need to clear something up" he stammered.
I gesture him over to my bed and we both take a seat, a bit further apart than usual.
"Okay first of all, I am so sorry about that, that was so awkward and embarrassing, I didn't even notice anything until you said something. And second, that was absolutely not about you, it probably seemed that way though, you playing the guitar made me think of Harry and how I haven't been with him-" he falters.
"Um... you know... sexually - for a while, and it just happened. I just need you to know that it was definitely not caused by you, even though it would've looked like it, please say something or I'm just gonna keep rambling" he finishes.

"Okay" I laugh.
"Honestly it's no stress, it happens to the best of us!"
"There's absolutely no need to feel awkward and embarrassed, I completely understand what happened." I reassure him.
"Oh thank god" Louis exclaims, clearly relieved.
"I didn't want you to get the wrong idea and for it to ruin our friendship or make it weird or awkward or anything" he rambled.
"Honestly Louis, we can just forget it even happened" I smile, and he exhales a sigh of relief as he flops backwards onto the bed after picking up my guitar, trying to play.

I sit there for a couple moments in a trance, something's not right. I'm uneasy. As if the situation didn't go right. I notice what I'm feeling is in fact, disappointment. Do I wish I was the cause of his boner?

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Woooooo!! Finally up my loves! Sorry it took a day or two longer, obviously it got pretty hot n heavy and I was a bit shook myself and had to take a break and regroup :,) but let me know all your thoughts xoxo