the men are all over him and while louis doesn't know why, hary does.

it's louis's curvy and petite body. it's the way he swings his hips on the dance floor. it's his seductive smile he has on his face every damn second of having someones attention.

it's crazy how louis tomlinson change from a grumpy cat to a sex god.

or did he just hide this aspect of himself?

harry knows that him palming himself in the men's restroom has something to do with louis's sex appeal. with his behaviour that's suddenly so... confident.

louis was a drama queen last time but it seems that right now he forgot that part of himself.

while palming his cock through the thin material of his jeans, harry determines louis has let go. louis is relaxed between all these men, and damn yes would harry like to be the one to fuck him tonight, but he knows he is only the wing man.

louis will choose some of the sweaty, rubbing, dancing men outside. not him.

after cumming on the toilet, harry gets out of the cabin, washes his hands and gets back to the main room, where louis is still dancing in between a few guys.

he's is laughing and his head is on the guy's shoulder behind him.

the guy is bucking into louis from behind. dry fucking him.

harry balls his hands to fists and makes a bee line for the bar.

more alcohol.

he doesn't even understand why it bothers him that much. after all louis would only be a hook up like other guys. after all louis is still questioning and harry can't deal with questioning guys. he knows how they are. he dated one.

the one that refused to be the bottom. the one that screamed "i'm still a straight man and not a faggot like you" the day they broke up.

harry can remember and he doesn't want to deal with this shit again. falling in love with a non queer guy? nope. dating one? hella no!

fucking one?

maybe.

the thing is he can't just fuck louis, because there is still niall.

if harry fucks louis and louis decides hanging around in a gay bar is his thing, he will eventually see harry again. after their awkward, hung over morning in one of their flats.

harry doesn't want that.

"harry! harry! harry, are you dead, you moron?" a little louis stands in front of him, waving his hands around like calling for help out in the wild ocean.

"what?"

"are you there... or... wait.. did you wank?" louis laughs loudly. "did you have a wanking session with someone?" it sounds bitter, harry notices.

"no, of course not. do i look like i want to go to jail?"

"why jail?"

"wouldn't i break a few laws if i jerked of in the men's bathroom?"

louis's eyes go wide. "so you really did?"

"no, i never-"

"you just said men's toilet. i never spoke about the restroom."

"wait, i just... don't straight guys do that as well? on the toilet? with their lady friends?"

"no, harold." louis giggles.

he is tipsy and his face is red. too much dancing, too much alcohol and too much attention, harry thinks.

"do you wanna dance with me, harrison?"

"my name isn't-"

"that'll be great, my strong man."

harry gets dragged by a small louis. man, does the little one have strength in him...

louis's hands find harry's and the adidas shop worker swirls around harry like a ballerina. well, he'd never do that without the alcohol.

louis seems loose. louis seems like a flamboyant flower and it's really hard for harry in this moment to not just grab him, throw him over his buff shoulder and take him home.

there he'd fuck the little guy into a mattress or a nice wall, make him scream and beg for more.

"holy shit."

"what?" louis jumps in front of him, all giggly and tipsy. "what is holy shit? were you talking about someone you like?" louis follows harry's stare, which is going into nowhere.

of course.

harry just thought about fucking louis and had to look away from him to not just do it.

he has to get himself under control before louis realizes what is happening.

****

i have published two stories i talked about yesterday.

cocktails, which is hybrid harry but bottom louis and

tummies and nappies.

the second one is hardcore ageplay and so i have decided to not put ageplay in this story here. i think it woldn't fit but when you have ageplay cravings (ilike i do everyday) check out tummies and nappies. :)

(do you know other good ageplay stories? tell me, i desperately need some!

*coughs quietly* i only read bottom louis... so...)