we're like bumper cars ~ l.s.

chapter 4

The feud is definitely not over between them.

Harry overtakes him on their third lap around the 4 poles, and Louis might trip him over the next time he tries to get ahead. He paces himself faster, breath still quite relaxed but very heavy. He has his head hanging low with sweat beading up on his golden forehead. Against the sun, he looks like he's been showered with glitter. Managing to look good while running has always been a hard job for anyone - but Louis.

The poles are merely 6 metres apart from one another, forming a square where trainers run laps around them. Their mentor for the trip is working them hard in training them this lovely Friday afternoon. There's 15 laps to complete altogether, and Louis is making sure he keeps count maybe to distract himself from Harry's rugged breaths that Louis can hear from a mile away. They sound all too similar to those breaths of last Saturday night.

The mentor, Mr Jupp, praises them with a yell. Louis and Harry are not alone. Selected champions from the lower levels of high school have also been chosen and are running laps. However, they're slow, and Louis hasn't seen anyone else but Harry's arse bouncing in front of him. He's glad about that - no one's there to block the view.

He ends up catching close to Harry's steps by the time they're on their 5th lap, and he's making sure he doesn't let him pass by him again. It's training, Louis reminds himself, but everything against Harry seems like a competition. Whether it be running for the interschool cross country, or trying to make each other hard during the breaks they have spare.

And that's been quite an issue in this past week. Louis hasn't worn any form of exceptionally tight pants at all, and it's a miraculous feeling of being so free without anything cramping up his easily-formed blue balls. He doesn't think he's wanked himself hard enough in his life until this week. Harry's making everything very difficult, and sometimes he doesn't even do anything. Harry would be just standing there and Louis would remember it with some form of photographic memory and get off until his bones are shaking and mouth is trembling open later that night.

It's insane how much of an impact Harry has on him. And it surprises Louis that it's not a bad type of influence. Well, could be bad since Louis is probably about to get hard in front of classmates and everyone would think it's for someone else other than Harry, who's currently panting and has his mouth hanging open and water bottle tight in his large hands. Just fucking insane.

"Look who's here." Louis shoots his head left, where Harry grins at him but doesn't slow his pace. They're making good time. It's the 13th lap now. It wouldn't harm them if they did slow down a bit, but why should they. "Never knew baby tigers could run as fast as the cheetah."

"Implicitly admitting you're a cheater, Styles?" Louis smirks over to him, squeezing his water bottle to squirt out to the grass before lifting it up to his mouth and taking a sip. He hears Harry grunt beside him, and Louis keeps smiling as they run together. "Baby tigers are more vicious, you know. Can be dangerous."

"Whatever," Harry hisses. It's clear he doesn't want to talk to Louis. He doesn't want to run out of breath. Louis doesn't care.

"Claws are sharp, aren't they. Could easily claw into skin and create a scratch that could last for days, weeks. Imagine that on your back," Louis taunts cheekily.

Harry pretends to be unfocused on Louis as they turn around the bend of the pole. He tries to speed himself up, but he fails miserably as Louis catches up with him once again.

Louis keeps up until the final lap, and passes the line first with Harry behind him as a close second. Their mentor pats them on the back and praises them once again, rewarding them with a slow walk towards the back of the school where cold water fountains are located. Harry requests him and Louis to fill up their bottles while the other students continued to train, and for emphasis on how much Louis does indeed hate Harry, he groans an "okay" and fucks off with Harry.