"I want him to fucking wreck me, Liam. Why isn't he wrecking me right now? I look fucking amazing." Harry muttered, then scooted over closer to Liam in the two-person seat of the bus. "Look at him, helping the students load their luggage onto the bus as if they couldn't do it themselves. If anything, he should be shooting his load into me--"
"Remember when you were a child of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?" Liam asked.
Harry groaned loudly, looking out of the rectangular window to catch a glimpse of Louis, who had laughed at something one of the students said to him as he pushed a suitcase into the compartment underneath the bus. He didn't mean to be so dramatic, but he couldn't help but slide his hand down the glass while at the same time thinking of depressing music to fit his mood.
It's not that him and Louis hadn't spoken to each other since the 'cockblock' incident, but Louis had been nonchalantly avoiding the topic of sex. Whenever Harry made a sexual advance towards him, or even hinted at it this week, Louis would grin, then someone else would butt into the conversation. It was either that, or Louis would tell Harry that he needed to work on the list for the camping trip, which they were going on today.
"Do you think that I look good, Liam?"
Liam shrugged his shoulders. "You should have chosen the blue button up instead of the one you have on now. It looks like something that your aunt Dee would wear."
"There is nothing wrong with this shirt," said Harry, taking offense as he looked down at it's green and blue floral pattern. He didn't understand why, but Liam was turning into a very fashion-based homosexual as the time passed, which was supposed to have been his thing. "It has potential. Strangely, I found it in the basement next to extra blankets we never use."
"Because I put it there. I was hoping to never see it again."
Suddenly, Luke popped up from the seat in front of them with a giant smile on his face, appearing devious as he looked between the two in wonder. He looked alert, the way you would look when you were high, since his eyes were slightly red, but it could have been because of the third cup of coffee he was having that was given out by Principal Plowser early this morning.
"Good morning, Liam and Horton! It's sure as hell a beautiful day today, innit?" Luke inquired, and Harry could see his pinky finger twitch from the corner of his eye. "I can't believe we're going camping. The last time I went camping was like--" Luke began to count on his fingers, then gave up. "It doesn't even matter. Its been a long fucking time."
"I didn't know he was coming." Harry whispered to Liam, who was staring up at Luke with furrowed eyebrows. "I thought he was supposed to stay behind with the no-go's."
Luke rolled his eyes. "I can still hear you."
"Oh, really? Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find your brain back there." Harry said, then instantly regretted it because it sounded way more fucking sassier in his head, but he ended up sounding like a child. Regardless, Liam gave him a pity fist bump and mumbled 'redeem yourself' into Harry's ear to rid of his embarrassment. "And another thing--"
Harry stopped in the middle of his roast session to look at Louis, who had just gotten onto the bus, and tried not to drool at how attractive the man looked in only a maroon hoodie that read SKATE, and black shorts, along with black Vans. If Harry hadn't known his age, or if Louis didn't have his scruff, he could have easily mistaken him for a teenager.
I'm hard, is the first thought that came to Harry's mind when they make eye contact, but his entire self is frozen, and he can't bring himself to mouth 'hi' or lift his hand to wave, so he doesn't do anything. Louis nodded, like he expected this, then held up a clipboard; using the seat next to him to help stay standing as the bus starts to move.
"I'm going to call out attendance. When you hear your name, please say here or present." Louis said, his voice gruff. Whenever Louis called out someone's name, Harry would focus on the way his lips moved and the way he pronounced each syllable--practically being perfect without even trying. In fact, Harry was so distracted, that he didn't notice that Liam switched seats with someone else so that Louis was sat next to him. "Hi."
Harry swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. "Hi."
"How long is this ride supposed to be?" Louis asked, then moved his legs in a way where Harry could see the imprint of his cock from under his shorts. "It feels too tight on this bus."
"Yeah?" Harry mumbled, trying to bring his eyes somewhere else, though it wasn't working at all. Louis didn't seem to notice what he was doing, or what he was saying, but if he was, the man was certainly a great actor. "I mean, this ride is supposed to be only two hours or so. When we get there, the kids use the bathroom, then we have lunch."
"Night activities?"
"Star gazing." Harry responded, though his breath hitched when he felt Louis' hand on top of his thigh. Sometimes small things like this that Louis did caught him off guard; he believed that Louis only did it to see him flustered. "Louis--"
"You were staring at me--very intently, might I add. I'm starting to think that you've forgotten where my eyes are, Princess." Louis whispered playfully, moving his hand slowly up Harry's thigh until it stopped just below his crotch, then he stopped. "Too bad we won't be sharing the same cabin, right?"
When Louis pulled his hand away was when Harry blinked profusely and brought himself back to reality. Why the hell not? is what he wanted to ask, but he, of course, did not. "Yeah, too bad, but I'm sure we'll find time to--you know, to do things. Things that involve actions that don't require talking?"
"Things." Louis repeated. "What are 'things'?
"I'm not good at saying anything in relation to sex directly, okay?" Harry admitted, blushing furiously and hiding his face inside of his hands. "Then when I ask for it, I feel like I'm being hormonal. I'm not the only one who wants this, right? Wait, don't answer. Because if you say yes, then we're turning this bus around so that I can go back home and cry."
Louis began to laugh, but abruptly stopped at the mention of home; he grabbed his backpack from underneath the seat and pulled it onto his lap, unzipping it hurriedly. His hand moved the contents of the bag around desperately, but he came out with nothing but an empty palm. "Fuck."
"What is it?"
"I knew it. I fucking knew I forgot--I forgot to pack it. The pills I take to--fuck. My medicine. I even wrote it on a sticky note and I still forgot it." Louis tried to say quietly, just so that he wouldn't draw attention from the students or the teachers sitting near the two.
"Should I ask the bus driver to turn back? Louis?" Harry asked, taking the feather haired man's hand and looking him in the eye. He didn't want Louis to have an anxiety attack on the bus--Plus, he was doing so well when it came to maintaining his positive attitude, and Harry wanted the man to remain happy. It's something that Louis deserved. "Breathe, baby."
Louis nodded and inhaled deeply, but when he exhaled, it came out unsteady. "No, we don't have to go back. I--I can go five days without it. It's just five days. I just have to think happy thoughts, and I'll be fine. I can be happy for you."
"Louis--"
"I promise I can. I promise." Louis reassured, but it wasn't believable to Harry. He knew that he should just ignore Louis' begging and just ask the bus driver to turn back around, but he didn't want Louis to have another freak out about how he could take care of himself. "Talk to me about something different so that I don't think about it. I'll just get even more anxious."
So Harry does, and he doesn't know how he managed to talk for a full hour about absolutely nothing until he ended up falling asleep with his head comfortably situated on Louis' shoulder, but it happened, and he woke up with a giant smile on his face. Louis pat Harry's thigh, a sign for him to sit up, before standing up in his seat and grabbing his backpack.
"As you exit the bus, please remember to pick up your own suitcase from the compartments. We will not be coming back to the bus for your things." Brendon shouted out to those who were still on the bus, then tipped his bucket hat at Louis and Harry as if he was a cowboy. "Look how prepared I am for the wilderness."
"We'll be sleeping in cabins, Urie." Louis replied with a small smile, then followed Harry out into the aisle after all of the students were off. "If we were sleeping out in tents, then it would be considered the wilderness."
Brendon walked behind them, jutting out his bottom lip to pout. "But we'll see bears! You know, if we go farther enough into the woods. Plus, there's gonna be a campfire later. Do you know what this means? I can do my rendition of The Campfire Song by SpongeBob Squarepants. This is my opportunity to start my solo career--"
"Maybe you should start with a band first." Harry snorted, thanking the bus driver as he got off the bus and retrieving his suitcase.
"So that one or the rest of the band can leave? No thanks." Brendon said, then turned to the group of students standing on the sidewalk of the camp facility. "If you see your chaperone, please go with them so that you can be lead to your cabins. After this, we will be eating lunch, and--Alessia, you cannot eat that plant!"
When Brendon stomped over to scold the student was when the students scattered from the group to get to their chaperones, and it's not like Harry disliked any of his students, but his group was filled with boys who caused unnecessary trouble whenever they came to his class. Meanwhile, Louis got the good group of boys, one of which Harry knew was gay (Shawn), so he couldn't help but be watchful.
"I'm really glad that I'm in your group, Mr.Tomlinson." Shawn said, his voice sickeningly sweet. "You're my favorite teacher in this entire grade."
Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled out the activity list from his bag, unaware of the way Louis had glanced over at him with titillate cerulean eyes. He refused to be jealous over a student (whom he looked better than, by the way). Louis clearly liked him--unless, he thought more highly about younger guys. Oh, god. Was he too old for Louis? Wait, Louis is older.
"I'm glad to have that title, Shawn." Louis responded as his group began to walk in the direction of their cabin, then lifted his hand to wave to Harry.
Harry smiled proudly when Shawn looked back at him, not even caring about his child-like behavior today. If he was going to have to make his mark on Louis in front of a pushy student, then so be it. What was the harm in that?
"Are you and Mr.Tomlinson gay for each other?" It was a student in the group named Josh who asked, but it didn't come out as crude as Harry expected it to be. It came out as a genuine question, like he didn't know how to ask if two people of the same sex were in a relationship with each other. "Sorry if this seems like I'm in your personal life and such; it's just that you two act like boyfriends."
"Oh?" Harry retorted. "Well, I can tell you one thing."
"What?"
Ha. "Nothing at all. Now lets catch up with the group, yeah?"
NOTE: helloooo ! how are you on this fine sunday ? well, i'll tell you how i am; i am MAD BECAUSE I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET MY HAIR DONE BUT MY MOM DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PICK UP THE PHONE FLIPS A TABLE !!!!! anyways i love you ! i cannot believe this is ending soon im crafting !!!!! any thoughts on how this trip will go??
whats your pet peeve (something that annoys you sm)??
mine is when people try to use the pencil eraser when it's already done AND THEN IT MAKES THAT SCRATCHING SOUND FUCK,,,,like b you're holding onto something that's already DONE. if you love me let it go..,.,.