"Oi! Where's Harry?" Louis asked his band mates as they all bounded off the tour bus. He looked to the empty spaces between each of them for the familiar green eyes and long brown hair.

"He decided to stay behind and rest. He really took it hard tonight." Liam answered.

That night at the concert, Harry had taken a nasty tumble down one of the ramps on stage. He had finished the show semi-gracefully, but not without wincing with just about every step and turn.

"You lads go on without me. I'm gonna hang with Harry and keep him company."

Not another word was needed, the boys happily continued on their trek to the nearby bars as Louis turned and climbed the large steps back into the bus. The bus was nearly silent save for the low murmur of music wafting from the rear of the vehicle. The driver and other roadies had already gone out to the bars ahead of the boys to set up a safe perimeter for them to enjoy their night and relax.

Louis headed down the aisle toward the back to find Harry. He slid back the partition leading to the back living space to reveal Harry laying on the couch. He was face down, no shirt with just a loose pair of grey joggers covering his bottom half. His long brown hair covered his face, masking whether he was awake or asleep.

"Uh, Harry?" Louis called gently, to which Harry gave an inaudible groan. Louis tried again, "How're you feelin' Haz?"

Another groan as Harry turns his head and blows hair out of his face.

"I feel...like I'm never gonna dance again." Harry mumbled, earning a snort from Louis.

"Well I'd say that's a relief. You were a danger to yourself and everyone around you." Louis teased. Harry began to laugh, but stopped as he grunted through pain.

"Jesus, Harry. You really outdid yourself this time didn't you?" Louis moved closer and gently lowered himself beside Harry. "What can I do?"

"I don't know, Lou. I think I landed a weird way on my shoulders. I can feel it every time I move."

"Hmm. Maybe your muscles just need to be loosened up, they may just be tense from the fall. I mean, I'm no doctor, but it sounds possible right?"

"Yeah, you've got a point." Harry shifted a bit with noticeable difficulty. "I can feel the tightness."

"Well let's try something then."

Before Harry could ask what he meant, Louis stood up and repositioned himself so that he was straddling Harry's waist. He was careful not to sit on him, not wanting to add any more strain to his friend's back.

"What're you-? Ooohh..." Harry's question was cut short by a moan as Louis's hands pressed down onto his back. Louis moved his hands up in a slow trail, gently applying pressure toward Harry's neck and pushing out across his shoulder blades using the heels of his palms. When Louis felt a tough spot, he dug his thumbs in and kneaded the muscle, earning yet another moan from Harry.

"Oh god, Lou," Harry sighed. "That feels amazing."

Louis just smirked to himself, enjoying all the little moans and gasps Harry made whenever he moved over certain spots. He made sure to pay extra attention to those places and returned to them frequently. He couldn't help himself when he pressed his fingers up Harry's spine and kept moving upwards until he found his hand plunged into the dark mass of Harry's curls.

"Ugnh..." Harry sighed through a moan, not realizing his breathing had increased and was close to panting. "Keep this up and I'll be creaming my shorts."

Both boys froze as they took in Harry's words. Harry waited for Louis's reaction, not sure if he should say anything.

Louis removed his hand from Harry's hair, but kept his palms on Harry's back. He looked over the curve of Harry's spine, the way his skin stretched over his firm muscles. There were no tattoos on his back, just a pure, blank slate. His eyes trailed up to where his hand had been moments before. Harry's hair. Without really knowing why, Louis began to lean forward. His fingertips ghosted over Harry's skin as he moved the soft hair to the side, baring his neck. He felt Harry shiver slightly. Louis knelt down until his lips were an inch from Harry's skin. He paused for just a moment as if to rethink his actions, then continued and let his mouth connect with the back of Harry's neck. Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The warmth of Louis's mouth on him was causing his head to spin. Louis slowly let his lips trail around Harry's neck and settled just below his ear.

"Wh-what're you doing?" Harry stuttered, unsure if he should let go of the moan harboring below the surface, threatening to slip past his lips.

"I don't know. I just...do you want me to stop?" Louis asked, his breath whispering past Harry's ear.

"No!" Harry pleaded then said softer, "Please, don't stop."

With a new confidence, Louis sucked briefly at the base of Harry's ear causing him to groan in approval. Louis's hands continued to rub more deeply against Harry's muscles. His mouth skimmed across Harry's back, following the path led by his hands as he moved lower. Every few inches he nipped at the smooth skin causing a gasp from Harry and followed by a moan when Louis ran his tongue over the reddening spot. With every audible reaction from Harry, Louis found himself growing steadily harder.

Louis readjusted himself as his lips and hands continued their assault. Reaching the waistband of Harry's joggers, he curled his fingers around the edge of the band and hesitated. But when Harry lifted his hips invitingly, it was all the reassurance Louis needed. He tugged the pants down revealing Harry's plump bottom. Louis smirked appreciatively, of course Harry had gone commando. He yanked them off the expanse of Harry's long legs, dropping them to the floor.

Louis situated himself to kneel between Harry's bare legs. He let his fingertips run up the backside of Harry's legs. Harry let out a staggered breath as Louis's nails scraped lightly against his skin. Louis's hands found Harry's hips and pulled at them, lightly urging Harry to raise himself onto his knees. Louis lowered his mouth the base of Harry's spine as his hands caressed and kneaded the roundness of his ass. Louis kissed a hot trail down between Harry's cheeks. Harry whimpered as Louis approached his hole.

With his head still on the couch, Harry arched his back downward, propping up his rear up in front of Louis. Using his hands to spread Harry's cheeks, Louis placed his mouth against his entrance. Harry sucked in a hiss. He fisted the edge of the couch when he felt the tip of Louis's tongue graze against his hole. Louis slowly dipped his tongue in and out, teasing at the sensitive skin.

"Ooh, so good." Harry panted, "M-more."

Louis obliged by replacing his tongue with a finger. He stroked at Harry's hole a few times before slowly slipping the digit in. Harry gasped in delight at the intrusion. He was tight around Louis's finger, clenching as Louis began to pump in and out. Louis placed his free hand on the small of Harry's back, holding him in place as he slipped a second finger in. He thrusted his fingers into him, curling them slightly.

"Fu-mmhm..." Harry's voice was muffled by the couch.

"I'm sorry, what was that, love?" Louis teases as he playfully bites Harry's ass.

"F-fuck me, Tommo." Harry whimpered.

"Are you sure?" Louis asked, all teasing aside. Fingers slowly sliding out. Harry groans at the loss of contact.

"Yes, Lou please. Fuck me." He responded over his shoulder as he turned to look Louis in the eye. That was all Louis needed. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet. Pulling out the foil packet, he tossed the wallet to the floor. After pushing his jeans down his thighs, he wiped at the pre-cum that had formed on his member and smeared it across Harry's hole. He sheathed himself with the condom and positioned his tip at Harry's entrance.

"Ready?" Louis asked, suddenly fearful Harry would change his mind. He was relieved when Harry pushed back against him and uttered a simple and breathy, "Yes."

With his hand on Harry's hips, Louis pushed slowly, so slowly into him. He stopped midway as he felt Harry's muscles contract.

"Damn your tight, Haz. You feel so good."

"Mmm, yes. So good." Harry sighed as his muscles relaxed and allowed Louis to push himself further in.

Their bodies now flush against each other, Louis took a moment to savor the image before him. He looked down where his body met his best friend's in the most intimate way. He moved his hands to the base of Harry's back and slid them upwards as if to continue the earlier massage. Before he could think of anything else, Harry began to wiggle his ass against Louis,urging him to go on. Louis took his cue and slowly began to pull out before pushing back in again to the hilt. He continued this slow torture until they were both panting trying to keep the rhythm steady. Harry was a moaning mess, gripping the edge of the couch. A light sheen of sweat had accumulated across Harry's back. It was an erotic sight to see. Louis reached a hand to Harry's hair as he moved faster and his thrusts became more sporadic. He gripped the brown curls in his fist, pulling slightly causing a grunt from Harry.

"Ugahh, oh god Lou!" Harry screamed as his muscles tensed and his back arched. He rode out his orgasm as Louis continued to thrust wildly toward his own release.

"Fuck, Harry!" Louis gritted his teeth as his climax built. "Can I come on you?"

"Yes," he answered with a shaky breath, "whatever you want."

After a few more thrusts, Louis pulled out and tore off the condom, tossing it to the floor. He took himself in his hand and pumped his length through his fist. He let out a strangled cry as his warm juices squirted out, covering Harry's back. He stared down at his masterpiece.

"You should get a tattoo of my cum on your back."

Both boys chuckled as their breathing slowed to a normal rhythm. Louis draped himself on top of Harry, squishing evidence of their encounter between Harry's back and his stomach.

"Oh shit!" Louis tensed, "How do you feel? Am I hurting your back?"

"Haha no. I don't know if it was your hands or your dick, but something about you has the magic touch. All better now, nice and loose."

"I'll say." Louis snorted and Harry's body shook with amusement under him. "We should get cleaned up. Fancy a shower?"

"Definitely." Harry nodded.

Both boys slowly stood up and looked down at the couch.

"Um, how're we gonna explain your cum on the couch?" Louis asked as his hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hmm. We can just wipe it up and flip the cushion over."

They laughed together before cleaning up their evidence. With Harry completely nude and Louis still wearing a shirt with his pants trailing by his ankles, they followed each other to the small bus shower.

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A/N: It's been quite a while since I've written boyxboy, like probably around 11 years. So I hope this is going well. I'm thinking the next post for this book may be a continuation of this scene...anyone for a hot and steamy shower?

DCMurphy