Another tour, another concert, another hotel room. Like always, Louis and Harry shared a room with a king size bed, and the other three shared the room next door, with another king. At a certain point, comfort and utility overtake dignity, so months ago they both started to sleep naked (with Harry under a sheet and Louis on top of one, preventing their bodies from touching, that way it wouldn't be gay). They used this system because he and Harry had been friends before 1D and were the closest, and therefore shared a room.
Five minutes ago, they both got under the covers and then slipped their boxers off (so it wouldn't be gay), and Louis decided Yes, now is the time. I'm going to tell him. I'm going to come out of the closet.
Harry had slowly edged over to Louis, and he could feel the other's heat radiating through the sheet. "Harry," he said, "I-I have something to tell you. This is really hard for me, but... I'm gay. I'm gay, and you have to accept that."
Harry said nothing.
"I realize this is quite a shock, but you have to say something. I can't go on like this, with no one knowing."
Harry produced a small snore in response.
Oh. He's asleep. Perhaps I should take this as a sign. That this is the kind of shit you keep to yourself.
Louis stared up at the ceiling in the darkness, pondering this, before Harry let lose the smallest moan. Louis could feel with his elbow through the sheet Harry's pectoral flex, and then his arm move downward. Another tiny moan, you wouldn't be able to hear it unless you were looking for it, as his arm moved down onto his junk. With this development, Louis just felt something hard, about the size of a lime move against his thigh, and Harry's arm moving back and forth, more and more, the moans becoming louder and breathier, though still fairly quiet.
Louis was visibly disturbed at this, but also trying very hard to stifle his own wood. He finally couldn't take it anymore when he heard, "L...L-Louiss..."
"Ooh. Yeah, Louis. Mmm," Louis imagined Harry biting his lip, "Loouuiissss..." Louis moved the covers and started furiously, but silently, jacking off. He was completely sent over the edge when he heard, "Ah. Aaah. Haaaa," and felt warm moisture against his thigh as all movement on Harry's side stopped. Louis bit his own lip as he had probably one of the top five orgasms of his life, somewhere between his first attempt at fingering and his first dildo; eight inches. He felt a larger wad of cum slap his nose and slide onto his forehead, and it took a great deal of effort to not laugh out loud and to finish strong to milk every bit of pleasure out of this one.
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