It was 8:49am when I woke up the next morning, and as soon as I opened my eyes I soon remembered the encounter Harry's dick had with my leg and crotch last night.
I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh or become extremely turned on by it. But the one thing I knew was, Harry wasn't lying when he told me he doesn't masturbate.
I knew I wasn't dreaming of last night when I saw Harry peacefully sleeping in his jeans. He must've changed into them after he practically ran to the bathroom last night after waking up. What a night that was, it was definitely a night that I would never forget.
I slowly walked my index and middle finger over to the side of his toned stomach and then to his abs. He didn't seem to flinch or move at all at my touch, which encouraged me to go further. But as soon as my fingers trailed over his V line he soon let out a groan before stretching his whole body. I mentally rolled my eyes at him, I couldn't do anything to him without him knowing.
"Hi." He peeked an eye open, smiling at me before he rolled himself over so he was facing me more. I sat up lightly and softly rubbed my eyes before smiling back at him.
"Good morning." I whispered to him. Watching him lazily smile at me as he woke up was one of the best things ever. He quickly groaned to himself before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed which was next to me.
"Oh- why are you wearing your jeans, Harry?" I asked innocently, and the colour in his face instantly vanished. His smile faded and his eyes widened. He definitely knew what I was thinking, but he was definitely trying to hide it.
"I f-feel asleep in them." He whispered in embarrassment before looking at the floor instantly. I felt so sad for him right now, I could tell how shy and nervous he was.
"Are you sure?" I asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at him as he shyly nodded in response.
"Yes. I wore them all night."
"That's strange," I said in pure sarcasm as I looked at him in utter confusion. "I couldn't remember the feeling of demin humping my leg last night."
I've never seen someone's smile turn so quick until now. His mouth parted in shock, he looked absolutely mortified at himself. "Jamie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that would happen-"
"Harry, it's okay," I laughed at him, and he put his head in his hands in embarrassment before whining to himself. "It's normal."
"Yeah, for a twelve year old." He retorted, shaking his head at me, as if he was done with everything and he just gave up on life like that. It was adorable yet gross at the same time, watching Harry act so embarrassed from having a wet dream.
"Where are your boxers?" I giggled to him as he tried to hold back his nervous smile. I loved the way he acted when he was nervous, it was the sweetest thing in the world.
"I, um- I threw them away. They're in your bin." He replied with a look in disgust on his face as he obviously expected me to laugh at him, and I couldn't help but do so.
"Harry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," I pouted my lips at him, making his face fade from a scowl into just a simple frown. "If it makes you feel better, my younger brother came running into my room with an erection when I was thirteen, he was crying his eyes out."
Harry let out a light laugh at my words, and after a few seconds he hesitated. But instead of saying anything, he started to laugh even louder. And it was honestly the first time I've ever seen him laugh like this.
He was literally dying on my bed, clutching his stomach as he let out howls of laughter. He couldn't control himself, and it made me laugh too. I loved seeing him laugh, because he didn't do it very often.