Chapter 7

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  It would be nice to say that things progressed from then on, or at least stayed the same, but they didn't. Rather, they seemed to be moving backward, or even in a worse direction. Louis remained cautious, and seemed to be avoiding Harry, though he emphatically denied this when Harry asked. He kept reiterating that there was too much at stake, too much to lose if they were "caught," and started coming to bed late after Harry was asleep, claiming to be busy writing with Liam or doing vocal exercises with Helene. 

  One day Harry cornered him in their room. He didn't mean to, he'd just had a few spare minutes in the middle of the day and came back to the hotel for a nap. He opened the door to Louis sitting shirtless on the floor with notebooks and papers strewn around him. Louis’ head snapped up as if he were startled to see him.

  "Hi. Thought you were out to lunch." Louis' wide eyes tracked him as he set down his things and got settled.

  "Nah, 'm tired. What are you doing?" Harry sat on the corner of the bed and pulled off his boots and socks.

  "Working on a song." Louis sat straighter and suddenly seemed very engrossed in his work.

  "Oh." Harry peeled off his too-tight jeans and white tshirt. "Do you want help? I was gonna take a nap but if you - "

  "That's ok, I'm almost done I think," Louis said without glancing up.

  Harry crawled into bed. The sheets felt luxurious against his skin. He lay on his side so he could still see Louis and cocooned himself in sheets and blankets. He meant to go to sleep, but found himself watching Louis instead. Shirtless Louis was simply divine to look at, was the thing. He was still wearing his black skinny jeans, the ones that made his bum look beyond incredible. He was sitting down, sadly, but when he leaned forward to write, Harry could just see where his tanned back started to curve out into two perfect spheres that Harry wanted so badly to touch and squeeze. Or maybe kiss? He wondered if Louis would ever allow that. He'd acted like he would, once, weeks ago when Harry had kissed and licked him over his pants until he came, pulsing in Harry's mouth. 

  "D'you wanna come nap with me?" Harry asked. 

  Louis looked up, then, and seemed poised to say no, but his eyes softened as he took in Harry's hopeful face peeking out of the riot of blankets. "Maybe when I'm done," he said.

  "Ok," Harry grinned.

  Harry tried to be patient, but it was hard and so was he, drinking in the way Louis' muscles moved under his golden skin. He also couldn't stop thinking about eating Louis out. He'd never seen Louis' asshole, but he bet it was pretty. Louis probably had a really tight little hole that would have to be coaxed open slowly, with lips and tongue and gentle fingers covered in saliva. He probably made the sexiest noises when he was being eaten out, little high-pitched gasps and moans. And once Harry had him relaxed and open enough that he could fuck a finger in and out, what would he sound like then? Would his hot little body jerk in a rush of pleasure when Harry finally hit that spot inside of him? Would he beg Harry to not stop, to please keep going, keep rubbing right there… would his cock start leaking as Harry kept massaging his prostate? Could he come from just that?

  Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to banish the dirty thoughts from his mind. Louis would hopefully be coming to bed soon and it would be nice to not already be throbbingly hard when that happened. Harry kept his eyes shut and focused on counting backward from 100, without getting distracted by 69. 

  The next thing Harry knew, he was being rudely awakened by the alarm he’d set before his nap. Louis was sleeping behind him, one arm thrown carelessly over Harry’s waist, just like old times. Just like they used to sleep almost every night ever since the band had been formed. They’d shared a bed with the other boys as well, in the early days, when they were a brand new baby boy band. Before fame had really hit. Before they stayed in hotels with heated marble floors. Before it meant anything more than tired lads crashing on any available surface.

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