I Can't Stop Even If It's Wrong!!

Chapter 23

Louis's POV:

I couldn't sleep...

I mean, as soon as I shut my eyes, it all came back. It was amazing how Harry was sleeping so soundly while I was struggling to not get off near him. How could he sleep so peacefully??? Isn't he bothered by what happened? Is he that tired? I turn around on my side to see Harry sleeping facing the other side. His back was towards me.

I wasn't angry or anything, but I was confused. Why was this bothering me so much? I mean, I slept with a guy...big deal. I gave him a blowjob, sure that's something. I got a handjob and nipple play in return, which can be said to be slightly gay. But i don't see any big problem about it? So, why can't I get him out of my head?? Why am I smiling like an idiot everytime I think about him teasing me or flirting with me?? That's what I do too! As soon as that thought struck me, my whole line of questioning changed. Does Harry smile like this thinking about me? Does he feel flustered when I flirt with him? Is this bothering him as much as it is to me?? I again turn around calmly so as to not to wake Harry and this time I am facing the roof. I think in my head, funny how last time I was staring at my roof, I was despised to think about Harry. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still do, maybe slightly less now, but I do. I checked the time on the table clock and it hadn't been enough time for the dawn to rise. I had never wanted the morning to arrive so bad until now.

I hear Harry shuffling about and I immediately close my eyes. I wait for him to stop shuffling so that I could open my eyes but he doesn't stop moving about. And when I hear him mumble something, I open my eyes. I raise slowly to see what was going on but he was still sleeping, only breathing harder. I was so confused. His chest was heaving voraciously and he was constantly moving about. Is he having a stroke or what? Should I wake him up? I was about to wake him up when he visibly whimpered. Wait! Is he???? Holy shit! My eyes went wide and my face went red realising what was going on. Harry was having a wet dream.

HOLY SHIT!!!

I was going to leave him alone and let him have his wet dream but when he moaned, I had to stop and watch. I wasn't curious what was he dreaming but I wanted to see him like this. Call me a pervert but in all honesty, Harry was looking really hot. I decided I will just watch. It was gonna be epic when he would wake up and realise that it was a wet dream and will wake up shocked and then more embarrassed because I had front row seats to the show. I will finally have something to tease him about. I watched as he whimpered again. I got comfortable because the heat was rising and I wasn't gonna miss any second of it. I turned to my side and raised myself on my elbow. Now I had the perfect view. We were sharing the duvet but I slipped out of it because shuffling under in it would have interrupted Harry's fun.

He kept turning his head and moaning and God it was really beautiful how he was gasping most of the times. I watched him as he slowly got his hands above his head. He literally dug his nails in the pillow. What the fuck am I doing to him in his dream?? The possibilities of me doing something to him, started to have an effect on me too and Harry was literally a sight to drool over. His torso was revealed because the duvet was thrown off by him, in his constant shifting and I could see a thin layer of sweat on his chest. I forced myself to not palm myself when I watched him squeeze his thighs together.

Fucking Hell!

I gulped hard when he turned his head to the side, I assumed in attempt to quiet himself, but it was really useless because I clearly heard him say, "ahh, fuck". I should have woken him up because I knew if he kept moaning like that, I would have no choice but to touch myself, but for the life of me, I wasn't able to speak or tell him to wake up. I just couldn't. I wanted to watch him cum. This was weird for me to feel. I don't know why I was so eager to watch him cum in his sleep, moaning my name, feeling me in his thoughts, but I needed to see that happening. He was moaning lowly but I could still hear him. He was even mumbling swear words, or so I thought and I just watched patiently while he moaned again. This time it was perfectly audible and understandable what he said, "fuck, Lou..." My jaw literally dropped. I mean I knew I was in the dream but the way he gasped and moaned my name.... I knew I will come undone if I kept hearing him.  But that didn't stop me from watching him with pure focus. A few more seconds of moaning and groaning and he came. I couldn't stop looking at his covered crotch and how the wetness was spoiling the duvet. It was off the charts hot. I looked over at Harry's face and he seemed relaxed.