ATTENTION: THIS STORY IS ABOUT A BAND THAT I CREATED IN MY HEAD. THE BAND IS CALLED "NO DIRECTION" AND THE MEMBERS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
-HARRY STILES
-LOUIS THOMLINSON
-ZAYN MALICK
-LIAM PAIN
-NIALL HORAM
ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. ANY LIKENESS TO ACTUAL PEOPLE AND/OR EVENTS IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL AND UNINTENTIONAL.
A/N: HI! Great seeing all of you again! I'm sorry it took me a whole ten days to update. *Hangs head in shame* But I'm back now! Enjoy! (Yet again I apologize if this is formatted oddly!)
WARNINGS:
-Masturbation
-The watching of porn
Louis's point of view
I can't sleep. It's two in the fucking morning and I can't sleep. I keep looking next to me at Harry's sleeping form and thinking to myself; "That boy, that boy right there, likes men." Personally I don't see anything wrong with it. It's just the thought of Harry with another man that drives me crazy. I groan and roll over yet again, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach and the insistent aching between my thighs.
I really can't explain why I'm reacting this way. I've never thought about two guys doing that and now I can't get my brain to shut up about it. And it only gets worse when I start thinking about Harry like that... Or Harry and me like that.
Wait a second... Harry and I together, the fans have talked about that. They call it Larry Stylinson. I reach over to the laptop sitting on my end-table. Maybe if I look it up I can sort through my feelings a little more easily.
The screen lights up, illuminating my dark room, and as soon as I can I type 'larry stylinson' into the search bar. The first thing that pops up is a YouTube video. "Larry Stylinson/Read All About It", but it's not the title that catches my eye. No, it's the little thumbnail preview of the video before the title. From what I can see two men, one with brown curly hair and a fit body the other slimmer with straight bangs pushed out of his face, are having sex on a newspaper covered floor. My dick unhelpfully springs up with a renewed interest and with one look at Harry's closed eyes I click the link.
The video opens with a calm piano riff and the man who is supposed to be me lying down on the floor in slow motion. He lays there for a few seconds before he is joined by fake-Harry. Both men look surprisingly similar to us making it all the more interesting when they start getting closer to one another. My hardness quickly starts to become painful and I allow myself the relief of palming myself through my sweats.
Fake-Harry leans in to kiss fake-me in slow motion and as soon as their lips meet everything is sped up. They rub their hands all over each other like they can't help it and I slowly start to rub myself. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life, and it only gets worse when fake-Harry climbs on top of fake-me and starts kissing his neck. Fake-me looks like he's just having a grand old time and I can't help but feel slightly jealous of him. He's running his hands through fake-Harry's hair and all up and down his back and damn it I want to be able to do that to. Fake-Harry crawls his way down below fake-me's waistline and out of the sight of the camera and I curse quietly. I want to know what he's doing, I want to see it, want to feel it.
Fake-me leans up to take off his shirt and I dip my hand beneath my pants and keep rubbing outside my now damp knickers. For a few seconds all I see is fake-me writhing on the floor in pleasure and I again wonder exactly what fake-Harry is up to before he's back in the screen, and this time he's shirtless. Fake-Harry kisses fake-me on the lips and neck and it's so much better now that I can see the graceful line of fake-Harry's spine and the muscles of his back rippling and clenching with all his movements. Then fake-Harry is backing up out of sight again and I don't have time to groan in frustration before fake-me is turning over onto his stomach. I moan a little too loudly as I realize what's about to happen and I can't resist any more. I thrust my hand down my knickers and wrap my fingers around my length tightly and begin stroking myself as slowly as I can make myself go. Fake-Harry comes back up behind fake-me and my stomach coils in anticipation.
Then there is this moment where you can tell fake-Harry is entering fake-me. Fake-Harry tenses with the effort of going slowly and fake-me's hands grasp for purchase at the floor and my hand speeds up around my cock, all pretenses of going slow immediately forgotten. Fake-Harry starts thrusting into fake-me and I feel myself getting closer and closer to coming. But it's when fake-Harry pulls fake-me's head back and kisses his lips, an almost tender moment during all this animalistic passion, that one of the best orgasms of my life rushes up and takes me by surprise and before I know it I'm sitting on my bed panting with a sticky mess in my sweatpants.
That's when I realized that I just masturbated to thoughts of my best mate while he sleeps next to me... And I have a girlfriend.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's smutty so that makes up for it… right? I also just wanted to let you know that the video Louis watched in this is REAL. It's the same title that it is in the chapter above. I stumbled upon it on Christmas Eve and I burst into flames, it's my second favorite thing on the Internet. My first favorite thing is all your lovely reviews! Speaking of which… PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! Seriously, I need them to survive.
