17BLACK

Chapter 37

Will's POV:

"Did I hurt you?" Aaron questions, the previous look of relief replaced with worry. He lays beside me under the blankets and turns to face me, leaning on his elbow.

I laugh weakly. It's all I can manage at the moment. "Yeah you did, but that's kind of how topping works." I sigh and close my eyes, suddenly longing for sleep. He kisses my cheek and I can feel the smile on his lips as they connect with my skin.

"That doesn't mean it wasn't enjoyable though," I clear up. I don't want him to think that I didn't like it, because I did. A lot. Probably more than I should have, since we are only fuck buddies.

Aaron strokes my arm with his index finger lightly. "Good. You weren't too bad either," he teases.

"You're a real pain in the ass," I joke. Aaron laughs loudly. He seems a lot happier than he was earlier when Louis and Harry were here, as if he's drugged up on the sex we had.

Aaron yawns. "Are you tired?"

I nod. "Yeah," I admit. Do fuck buddies cuddle?

Aaron runs his thumb over my bottom lip and holds my gaze for a moment. "Goodnight Will." He kisses my cheek again.

I'm the one that yawns this time. "Goodnight Aaron."

He smiles warmly, his eyes holding mine for just a minute longer before they look away. Aaron flips over and buries his head in the pillow. I debate on whether or not to ask him if he wants to spoon or something, but after thinking about it I scoot over to his side of the bed and curl my body around his.

"We may be taking turns topping but I'm the big spoon. Always." I lay my head against the back of his and inhale the smell of mint shampoo. Aaron turns his head so that our faces are inches apart.

"Deal." He leans forward and pecks my lips. "Night."

Harry's POV:

I wake up dazedly with sunlight in my eyes. I rub my eyes and sit up.

"Louis?" I try clearing my throat, the 'Louis' sounding more like 'Loouwe.' I've always hated my morning voice, it's way too deep for my liking and it hurts my throat.

"I'm right here Harry." I reach out towards the voice and smile as Louis takes my hand.

"What time is it?" I still feel tired but then again I don't want to sleep anymore. I open my eyes and squint at the brightness. As my eyes adjust I see Louis sitting criss-crossed on top of the blankets. He's in a new pair of clothes, consisting of a blue beanie and a matching blue sweater. 

"You have to go to work in about three hours," he answers.

"Is everything okay?" I struggle to remember last night. As I dig for my memories they start coming back to me, me and Louis going to Will's apartment and watching movies, Louis pinching my side, giggling as Louis tickled me and told me jokes.

It's clear in Louis' expression that I do not remember everything. He looks at his hands in his lap and doesn't say anything.

I'm on the couch, which is why there's so much sun in my eyes. The large wall of glass is pretty but annoying sometimes.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He finally asks, his eyes still on his lap and his voice quiet.

I nod. "Yeah we went over to Will's, but then I can't think of what we did next..." My blood runs cold and I start putting the pieces together.

"Louis we didn't have..." I take a shaky breath. "Sex... Did we?"

"No," he rushes. I breathe a sigh relief.