for all the stats ive been getting.

As Harry promised, he had me pinned up against the wall the minute the door to our hotel room opened.

That day I had Skyped Louis. He was also reassuring me that Harry wouldn't forget about me or leave me in the dust.

"God Niall," he muttered, kissing my neck, "the girl was such a white chick. She basically talked about her favorite outfits while drinking Starbucks the whole time. She didn't even look at me...can you look at me baby?"

He pulled away and I have him full eye contact.

"God I love you," he groaned before kissing me, "C'mon, we're going to the hot tub."

Harry and I both grabbed towels (he grabbed the lube and the condom) before literally sprinting to the room where the hot tub was. We both pushed the door to the side, grinning when we saw no one was going to be around to see us fuck.

Harry and I both stepped in, goosebumps rising on my skin as soon as the hot water touched.

"C'mere babe," Harry whispered.

He was already sitting in the hot tub all comfortable. That asshole.

I slowly trudged over, sitting in his lap. He hummed in satisfaction before leaning up to kiss me.

"Mhm, let's get this started please."

I nodded and pressed my mouth on his harder than last time. He lifted me higher on his lap and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It had been such a long time since we kissed like this. Or...yesterday.

But who cares. It's a hot tub. We're about to have sex in a hot tub.

Harry's thumbs hooked around the waistband of my swim trunks and within seconds my privates were soaking wet.

I tugged off his swim trunks and his hard-on popped out. I'm so surprised we have this much energy to have this much sex.

He moved me off his lap so he could sit up in the tub. His cock moved out the water and I had full visual of it. Completely and utterly hard.

I wrapped my hand around him and Harry jerked himself off on it. That's a good thing then.

I pumped him faster as his whining and groaning increased. As much as I loved it, I didn't feel like giving any blowjobs today, so I settled for my favorite; handjobs.

Harry gripped the bottom of his cock and begin flicking his wrist where I wasn't reaching. I felt him twitch in my hand and I pulled away immediately.

"Fine, I'll come in you then." he chuckled. We switched spots, me leaning with my back against the edge of the hot tub and Harry gripping my hips.

"Alright," I heard him say, "Let's get you nice and open babe."

I looked at him and he squirted lube on three of his fingers. He kissed me before I felt the first one slip in.

"Oh god," he groaned, "So fucking tight Niall Jesus."

Harry managed to hit my prostate almost immediately and my hips lifted up off the wall. It was so amazing I could barely breathe.

"That was fairly quick," he chuckled.

Two fingers were in and moving fast as soon as one finger became boring. Once three were in I could feel myself reaching the end. I gripped my cock but that's when Harry pulled all the fingers out.

"Sorry," he chuckled. I looked up and saw him lining himself up. He winked before he pushed himself in. The feeling of just being full again made me feel extraordinary.

I nodded and he began to thrust into me. It was beautiful really, just staring at him as he's so pleasured. Hopefully he doesn't stare at me though.

Soon we're both coming, he into me and me onto both of us. He pulled out once we both recovered from our highs and he laughed.

"God, we have to have wet sex more often--wait...what about shower sex?"

My eyes widened in surprise. Of all things, we haven't had shower sex.

We linked hands and walked out the room.

"That's next on the list."

im writing smut in the middle of spanish class do you see how much i love you okay adíos.