14 days with you - Larry

DAY 5

There's too much noise when I wake up—much more than what is presumably necessary. Eight-year-olds really shouldn't be able to make so much noise just by climbing down the latter to their bed. Louis groans in response, cursing when they begin climbing on him as I turn around to look at the wall instead.

"The sooner you wake up dad, the sooner he's gonna bring you to the pool."

The pool isn't open yet, but his promise has them leaving. He moves closer to me so he can wrap an arm around me and press his body against mine. It's rather nice to be wrapped up in his arms, body warm and calming and enough to arouse me—he's slipping his hand benath my waistband, though, so that might be why I'm getting horny.

"Louis."

He hums as he kisses the back of my neck. "Does your mum know you slept here?"

"I assume so."

"Text her, please."

"Louis."

"Please," he says, rolling away before he comes back with his phone, since mine is at my own lodge. "Let her know you're not dead somewhere."

"Fine."

I type in her number so I can send her a quick text, showing it to Louis so he stops bugging me about it. I'm not sure why he's so insistent, but I know Mum is going to appreciate a text, so perhaps he's right.

"From now on you should sleep here—and tell her as much."

"Fucking every morning might be a bit excessive."

"No, it won't," he argues. "It's a privilege, and we've been blessed with the opportunity."

I chuckle. "I see."

"I'm glad."

I push back against him so he tightens his grip on me, making him grind back into me as a response. He's already sporting a semi, pressing right into my ass as he works himself up. He slips his hand into my boxers to curl it around my cock, keeping it there until I slide my own hand past my waistband to cover his. I close it more tightly around my cock, slowly guiding his up and down despite knowing we shouldn't be doing this when we're not alone.

"Louis," I breathe, words contradicting my actions, "we need to stop."

He hums in response, pulling his hand out of my boxers so he can roll away. He groans as he tries to calm himself down, which seems to work now that we're not touching anymore. He stays where he is, keeping a distance between us until Mark peaks inside to tell us they're leaving—time must've gone by quicker than I thought, since they haven't only had time to change into their swimsuits but also to eat breakfast.

Louis stays in bed an extra ten minutes, understandably waiting to make sure no one is coming back—the girls apparently have a tendency to come back and retrieve their goggles. He makes sure they've brought them before he slips into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He's not rushing anything, which I appreciate, but he does hand me his toothbrush, claiming he won't kiss me until my morning breath is gone.

I can hear him move around as I brush my teeth. I assume he's making sure the condoms are in place. I'm worried we're messing it up by planning it, but it makes more sense to do it when we know we're not going to be interrupted. And even doing it now is a risk, but it's one we've chosen to take because we can't wait. I need him as much as he needs me, so much that I'm already tingling with anticipation.

"You're overthinking it, love."

I look at him through the mirror. "I'm not."

"Have you changed your mind?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me. "Because that's okay."