Showers Are Underated, But I'm Not Sure I Should've Done That. *

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We dress frantically, rushing towards the showers, bringing our bags with us.

"I do need to shower though." Louis says as we get in.

"You make it sound as though I was expecting something different." I grin.

He shakes his head, starting to pull his clothes off again.

"You can join me if you want," He smirks as he pulls his jeans down. "Hands off, though."

The thought is enough to make me whine. Because I would definitely be interested in being fucked in the shower now.

We both get into the hot shower, both completely naked which is something we would've never done two weeks ago.

Watching Louis wash, cleaning his body with soapy hands is actually really fucking hot.

He's enjoying the shower. He washes his hair, having to bend a little to rinse if off properly, but fuck his body looks so toned and delicious wet, tattoos looking far too good.

I start doing the same, needing a distraction, even if my cock is definitely showing interest.

"Sex aside," Louis suddenly speaks. "You're quite an attractive guy, if I can say that."

I laugh, blushing.

"Well, then ditto." I reply.

More like, you're beautiful and I want to kiss every inch of your body. I can't really say that.

"So..." He asks. "You've actually topped people?"

"Yeah," I shrug, trying to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. "Only when I was in the mood to do it. And they were."

Louis hums to himself, the shower going quiet for a second or two.

"I went through this stage at Uni," Louis chuckles to himself. "I've never actually told El. But, I had this whole summer of like, gay shit. No girls."

"Oh right." I reply.

What is he talking about?

"Yeah," He chatters away. "It was fucking crazy. I was fucking these like three guys. I mean, not at the same time. But there was this one guy called Damien and he was topping me, and it was just-,"

"What?" Lurches from my mouth.

Louis just laughs, rinsing his skin where apparently he'd been washing.

"What?" He grins. "Yeah. I mean, he's not the only guy."

"You've bottomed?" I choke.

Okay. So my daydreams weren't futile.

"When I'm in the mood." He smirks, repeating the words I'd said earlier.

"Oh, oh right," I choke. "Yeah. Yeah."

Great. You sound like a bumbling fool.

"What if I said I was in the mood now?"

The conditioner bottle I am holding slips out of my hand, flying and hitting the wall.

"Huh?"

He crowds in my space, knowing exactly what he's doing. How to take my attention and confuse me from my thoughts screaming at me to pull away and get the fuck out of this shower.

"Well," He looks down between us. "You're pretty hard, mate. And what I'm saying is I wouldn't mind if you topped me."

My head is a whirl of screaming yes' and resounding no's, and it's becoming really hard to breathe.

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