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Louis spent most of the night tossing and turning. Part of it was trying to think up a reason why he couldn’t possibly go to the swim meet. He had almost a whole week to think of something but he wouldn’t leave it for the last minute, like he’d almost done with Jon. He didn’t have much faith in his own abilities to come up with the perfect lie on the spot, and it had to be a good lie. If it wasn’t he might not be able to see Julian, and that was the whole point of not going.
Trying to find a way to balance ‘everything is good, pay no attention to me’ with ‘I don’t want to do something I normally always want to do’ was not fun, nor easy.
Julian was the other reason why Louis couldn’t sleep. Or, call him The Reason, since plotting a good lie was directly related to him. The attempts to think up a solid and convincing lie was however not what got Louis’ dick hard enough that it made falling asleep similarly hard.
He was honestly starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him. Was it really normal to be this horny all the time? Julian had said some things that kinda made it seem like it wasn’t entirely normal, but he always seemed pretty pleased about it all the same. Maybe… maybe this was just catching up? Robbie had always talked way more about sex than the rest of them, and he was normal.
Thinking about a smiling Julian saying ‘See you on Saturday’ made Louis spiral into anxious arousal once more. He hoped they could go back to the cabin. Or at least someplace with an actual bed. Or… a reasonably flat surface. The car had been okay, but, yeah. Julian’s actual home would of course be the obvious S tier.
Louis turned over to lie on his stomach, shoving his head into his pillow and took as deep of a breath as was possible considering his position. The pillow smelled faintly of his own shampoo, but Julian’s bed would obviously smell like him. Louis’ dick promptly let him know that it quite liked that idea, but he forced himself to keep still. No humping the mattress. He should sleep. Only he wasn’t sleepy. He almost felt like going running again, but it was literally in the middle of the night. When he raised his head and looked the big red numbers on his nightstand clock declared it to be after midnight and he had to be up at 5 A.M. Awesome.
Half-an-hour later Louis had done enough sit-ups and push-ups on the floor of his bedroom that he felt shaky, but he still felt very much awake. The good news was that he might actually end up with a six pack if this continued.
As quietly as possible - much more quiet than he’d been during the little exercise intermission - Louis tip-toed to his closet and then into the bathroom with a certain metal plug clutched tightly in his hand, only to immediately go back into his bedroom once he realised that a metal plug would make a very loud noise should he accidentally drop it on the tiles. He wasn’t sure if it was heavy enough to break them, but his hands felt unsteady and he didn’t want to find out. The little trip wasn’t all in vain; Louis did snag a towel to put on the bed.
New plan. Coming would hopefully mean he’d get sleepy and even if that wasn’t the case he could at least lie on his stomach afterwards. Jerking off would of course be easier, but Louis didn’t really consider it beyond a fleeting thought. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do that, and he wanted to be able to truthfully tell Julian that he hadn’t.
Knees almost touching his chest Louis fought against the slightly awkward angle as he stretched himself open on two slippery digits. He didn’t try to find that spot inside himself, it didn’t even feel the same when it was his own fingers, not to mention how it was still difficult to find it. Reliably anyway. Maybe he should find some yoga vids and practice how to become a better pretzel. That’d be easier than growing longer arms.
Grabbing the plug Louis thought about holding it for a while to warm it up, and then decided he didn’t want to wait.
Room temperature felt a lot colder as the plug slid over his skin and nudged up against his balls. Louis twitched and shifted as he tried to find the correct angle. It was the third time that day - or at least in the last twenty-four hours - that he was messing around with the plug. He should be getting better at this. The first time had been in the bathroom, and then Julian had told him to do it in the car, after they were done. He’d said he wanted to enjoy the show, and also that Louis better plug the leak before there was a flood.
Julian had needed to help him out a little, and if Louis had exaggerated his struggles to get the plug inside himself just the tiniest bit… that wasn’t something he needed to share. The look in Julian’s eyes as Louis had squirmed around to look at him hadn’t given the impression that he really minded.
The plug felt impossibly big for a moment as Louis got it where it should be and pushed, but all it took was additional pressure against the base and his ass swallowed it up like it’d been waiting for him to get to it. Lying like he was - on his back with his ass still almost facing the ceiling - maybe gravity helped as well. It certainly felt like the heavy plug sank inside with more force than he was applying to it, and Louis took a few seconds to breathe and wait for his thighs to stop twitching.
The tip of the plug ended just where his prostate was, and unlike trying to find it with his fingers it was very easy to nudge it the tiniest bit and hit the right spot every time. Not as good as getting fucked, but good. Louis' dick very much agreed, it was hard and wet at the tip where it rested against his stomach.
Julian had kept the underwear, unless he'd tossed them. The red G-string hadn’t really survived Louis coming twice, but at least he hadn't made a mess of the car. He couldn’t have put the shorts back on while still wearing it without getting a rather telling stain on his crotch, instead going commando when Julian told him to get dressed. Plus the plug, if that at all factored into the meaning of commando.
Luckily his parents hadn’t tried to talk to him beyond a shouted greeting once he got home, or chances were that Louis would have spontaneously combusted from sheer embarrassment.
Even if he could have told them about Julian, Louis wasn’t sure he would have. Or rather, he wasn’t sure he could do it without also melting into a puddle of cringe. How did anyone ever bring someone home to meet their parents without dying? At least once you got old enough to do more than hold hands. Beyond that point there was a certain... implication.
‘Mom, Dad, meet the person who is either putting their dick in me on a regular basis, or vice versa.’ Unless no one had a dick. Maybe that made it easier? Plausible deniability or something.
Even worse were people announcing that they were trying for a baby. Sure, tell everyone that you’d decided to go for creampies on a regular basis. Post about it on Insta. Not weird at all. Storks really should be more mainstream, like Santa.
Forcing his thoughts to veer away from the horrible path they’d started to head down, Louis - unsurprisingly - ended up thinking about Julian again. If he closed his eyes he could pretend Julian was sitting on his desk chair, watching him.
‘Get yourself ready for me.’
Because Julian had thought about having sex in Louis’ room. With him. Obviously. Freeing one hand Louis wrapped his fingers around the base of the gleaming plug and tugged.
‘Just like that.’
It didn’t take long before that line of thinking got away from him. Because what if someone would look through his window and see him like this? Naked and fucking himself with a buttplug. They’d think he’d been waiting for someone to show up and fuck him. He was already naked, they could climb in, slide the plug out and replace it with their cock. Louis shivered at the thought. Maybe he wouldn't even be awake. He might fall asleep with the plug inside, and wake up just as a cock started to push inside of him.
This unknown person was somehow both a stranger and Julian at the same time, and Julian was also still sitting on Louis’ chair, watching everything that happened. No, not just watching. He’d tell them what to do. Tell the guy fucking him to go faster or slower, to fuck him harder or-
Louis let out a choked gasp as he tugged the plug all the way out.
‘Look at that slutty little hole.’
Said hole winked at the empty room, in a complaint about also being empty and Louis craned his neck to try and see in the dark room as he teased the tip of the plug back inside, pushing it in until he started to feel the strain from the thickest part of it, then pulling it back out.
‘Needs to be filled.’
“Yeah,” Louis said softly. “Please.”
The plug really wasn’t as good as being fucked. Why did he have two plugs, and not anything else? There was lots of space in his old backpack. Assuming Julian would give back the underwear back, or maybe give him another pair to wear, they’d take up no space at all. Even the giant purple dildo would easily fit. Three of them might even fit. Not that he needed three.
In his mind the Julian sitting on the chair dangled the bright red underwear from his fingers before wrapping both the small piece of fabric and said fingers around his erection. That the lace probably would be rather scratchy did not figure into Louis’ thinking at that moment and fantasy Julian slowly started to stroke himself with them as he fixed his eyes on Louis.
‘Go on.’
Louis pushed the plug back inside his hole, as far as it would go, and in his mind the man who’d climbed in through his window also pushed back inside of him.
It was difficult to really get a proper rhythm going with the plug, mainly due to how the lube made him loose his grip but also because of the girth of the toy. It was less a smooth slide and more a push and plop, followed by a tug and plop. Not that the the stretch wasn't good, it was, really good, and Louis kept nailing his prostate with the tip of the plug which was even better. But the plug ended too soon, before he got a chance to really feel full aside from the way his hole had to stretch open to take it. And the temperature was wrong. It warmed up and was now exactly the same level of warm as himself , which felt… strange. He wasn’t sure if that’d been the case with the realistic looking one. That one hadn’t been metal, and he hadn’t really thought about temperature at the time. Julian’s cock always felt hot though, way hotter than the plug, and it was so much bigger too.
After a while Louis let the plug stay where it was, only pressing on it with two fingers, chasing the wave of pleasure that still seemed elusive. His other hand was busy holding up his left leg and that also- it really could be better. The suction cup thing would really be convenient. Not on the bed, but-
His orgasm caught Louis by surprise, more a sudden sparkly shiver than anything truly mind-blowing. Maybe it would have been more impactful if he hadn’t gotten side-tracked by a sex toy review. Probably. But coming like this really wasn't the same.
The towel did come in handy during the clean-up, but even though Louis felt a fair bit more sleepy as he stumbled into the bathroom to clean up himself and the toy, he still didn’t manage to actually fall asleep until quite some time later. It would be nice if his parents would be the ones who’d tell him he couldn’t go to the swim meet, that’d be the perfect solution not to be sus, but he had no idea how to make that happen without also getting grounded.
The lack of sleep actually turned out to be something of a blessing in disguise as Monday morning saw a Louis who was too tired to really think until he was showering post a completed swim practice. All things considered it would have been even better if his brain would have taken a little longer to finish rebooting. Like until after he’d finished up in the locker room, or at least after he got out of the showers.
When showering in a communal shower you shouldn’t look at other people. That was an unspoken rule and Louis had spent enough time obeying it that he didn’t need to think to follow it. As he somewhat mechanically went through the motions of getting clean he kept his eyes closed, fixed on the tiled floor, or fixed on nothing in particular in the distance.
Not everyone minded smelling like the pool and and those guys together with the guys who opted to use a swim cap were quick to get out of the shower, but there were still a fair amount of people coming in and out by the time Louis was rinsing off. Not all of the guys on the swim team were morning people, but enough of them were fine to be social before 8 A.M. that there was a constant hum of voices over the sound of running water.
Suddenly one voice in particular raised itself above the background noise.
“-if you’ve not gotten a bitch hot just from letting her suck your dick then I’m afraid you’re the one who sucks.”
Jon. Blowjobs. Deep inside Louis’ brain a neuron fired up.
”Letting her, yeah?" Someone replied, probably Lucas. "Doing her a big favour.”
”You can see for yourself how big it is.” Louis wasn’t even looking in Jon’s direction but he could hear the smirk. ”Didn’t think you’d be the sort to stare at my dick though, Booker.”
Once the memory of what he’d done together with Jon the last time they’d been in the locker room appeared it seemed impossible to get rid of it. As always, not-thinking about something was doomed to be a lost cause. Which meant Louis couldn’t look at Jon or risk dying from embarrassment, and that should be fine, you weren’t supposed to look at other guys in the showers. But Louis also didn’t seem to be able to not-not look at him. It felt like his eyes kept getting pulled in that direction, and he quickly finished up the shower and snagged his towel from the hook, leaving the room while resolutely not looking at anyone. Definitely not at anyone's dick.
As he walked out into the locker room, towel now secured around his waist, Louis could have sworn he caught Eric Morgan looking at him. As in, checking him out. Which was… No way could he have clocked that correctly. Maybe he was… sizing him up. For something. Hopefully not a fight. Eric didn’t have a reason to fight him. Even if Jon would have told him - which he wouldn’t have, because he said not to tell anyone so why would he tell Eric - that was no reason to start a fight. Jon had liked it. He’d even said he’d do it again.
And even if none of that had been true - and this made Louis feel a little bad - Jon would never have admitted that someone like Louis had made him do anything. He'd bet a leg that Jon would more likely drown himself in the pool rather than admit a guy half his size had forced him to have sex. So… either he’d said nothing to Eric, or he would have said he’d enjoyed it. Option one seemed preferable.
Getting dressed as quickly as he could, Louis went to lurk outside the building’s staff room, with the hope he could talk to Coach about missing the upcoming competition. He didn’t have a real reason to give, but he figured he could just say he had personal or family reasons why he couldn’t go. Unlike his parents Coach wouldn’t pry.
Ten minutes later and no Coach Franklin, and no other teachers either which meant that Louis hadn't even been able to ask anyone to get him. The only one who’d been around was one of the janitors, but he left almost as soon as Louis spotted him. Not wanting to go into the staff room uninvited Louis peeled himself off the wall and decided to go put his bag away. His first class wasn’t for another thirty minutes but maybe one of his friends would have shown up now. He did feel guilty about skipping out on the hang out yesterday, but… Julian. See also: Julian. And appendix A: Julian.
The hallways in the main building were slowly starting to fill with bleary eyed students, as well as teachers who were holding on to their coffee cups like they were life lines. Mondays were difficult for everyone.
As he opened up his locker a folded up sheet of paper fell to the floor in front of Louis' feet with a quiet little swish. Expecting a flyer about some school activity he picked it up and unfolded it.
‘YOU REALLY NEED IT THAT BADLY? DON'T WORRY I’LL HELP YOU OUT’
While he did feel a lot more awake Louis still had to read the printed message twice before it clicked. Jesus, Jon must have left this. Why he’d done that was something of a mystery because he’d basically said the same thing. Did he think Louis would forget? That seemed unlikely, both that Louis actually would and that Jon would think he might. Jon thinking that Louis would lie awake at night thinking about his dick… yeah that seemed more probable. Which, for the record, he hadn’t. Not really.
Louis folded the note up and put it in his pocket with the intention to throw it away later. Sex with Jon had been better than playing around with the plug, but it wasn’t like he could hide Jon in his old backpack and bring him out when he felt like it. The locker room thing had been a one-off. Doing it again would just be complicated.
-o-
“Why’s the janitor looking at us?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Felix immediately said. Which meant he had done something. Louis turned to look at him, as did Tim and Robbie. A beat passed and then Felix continued. “But just because I’m curious, which janitor are we talking about?”
“The bald guy,” Robbie said. “He’s kinda… glaring at us. Or at least one of us. Probably you.”
The four of them were sitting outside on one of the grassy areas on the school grounds, and they weren’t the only ones who’d ended up there since it was a warm and sunny day, one of those autumn days that made it feel like summer hadn't ended and that they'd all just gotten the date wrong. There was enough people around that Louis wasn’t sure the janitor was looking at them. He could be looking at someone sitting directly in front or behind them. Though he’d been more sure of that before Felix had opened his mouth.
“Huh.” Felix started to turn around but stopped when Tim kicked him lightly on the leg. “Then I really don’t know.”
“What did you do?” Tim asked suspiciously.
“What if we say I did do anything?” Felix said while offering up a bright smile. “Wouldn’t you rather have the plausible deniability of not knowing?”
“Don’t you think we already know too much then?” Robbie asked. “Like, we can’t say that you’ve done nothing now. Not that I’d snitch.”
“Robbie, Robbie, Robbie.” Felix shook his head. “Let the one without sin throw the first rock.”
“Stone,” Tim said.
“Same difference.”
“Sure, Jesus told people that they shouldn’t be yeeting rocks.”
“Let the one who ain’t sus yeet the first rock,” Robbie snorted, nudging Tim with his shoulder. “Good one.”
“On a scale of zero to expelled?” Louis asked, because it did seem relevant to ask. He wasn’t sure but the guy looking at them could be the same janitor he’d seen that morning. If it was bad enough that he might be watched on a ‘guilty by association’ basis then he’d preferred to know what Felix had done.
“Oh, not even a three.”
“Is expelled a ten or a hundred?” Tim asked. “Or a five? Because I feel that changes my opinion.” As he asked that question he leaned sideways, putting some of his weight against Robbie who - after a moment’s hesitation - slung an arm over Tim’s shoulders.
The fact that Louis felt more weirded out about Robbie and Tim sleeping together compared to Robbie and himself having sex (no need to dig into the details about what'd happened that time) probably meant he needed therapy. He didn’t want to be weirded out, but it felt weird. They’d been friends for so long and now they were what, dating? What if they broke up? That’d be even weirder. Louis had known Robbie for forever but he’d known Tim for almost as long and he wanted to stay friends with both of them. They couldn’t date, break up, and not be friends anymore. That'd be terrible.
“Three is just about half a Robbie,” Felix offered. “You can do the conversion rate.”
“Isn’t that the guy who lets people buy cigarettes from him?” Tim asked. “Jesus Christ, don’t all turn to look at him. You better not start smoking, Felix.”
“I promise I’m not, mom,” Felix said. “But how do you know that?"
“I have working ears and I’m in the same Physics class as Paisley Price.
Robbie made a disbelieving noise. “Like she’s a smoker? Unless that dude sells watermelon flavoured vapes.”
“She either smokes or buys cigarettes for the fun of it,” Tim said. “That’s all I know. Well, also that she finds that dude creepy. You muppets,” he added when Louis, Robbie and Felix all turned as one to look at the janitor again.
-o-
“Emerson.”
“Uh, hey,” Louis said as he stepped out of the bathroom stall to find Jon standing in front of it, arms folded over his chest. He looked like he’d been waiting, which… there were other stalls available.
“Why are you skipping out on the swim meet?”
It’d been like… an hour since he’d managed to find and talk to Coach Franklin, did Jon have the place bugged or what? Also why did he care? Louis never did the relays, so it wasn’t like he’d really notice that he wasn’t there.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go,” Louis started, immediately falling into the same explanation he’d given earlier. “But- oof.”
As Jon pushed him, Louis stumbled backwards into the stall, and as Jon shut the door behind himself the situation started to feel like a very clichéd bullying scene from a movie. At least until Jon grabbed his ass. Oh. Uh, okay. Maybe Louis should have seen that coming. At least considered it to be a possibility.
“I guess having this helps keep your hips up when you swim,” Jon said as he dug his fingers into Louis’ left ass cheek and squeezed. “Like a damned buoy."
"Uh," Louis said intelligently.
"Suit yourself, Emerson. It’s not like I’ll miss you.”
With that Jon let go of his ass, turned around and left, leaving Louis staring at his back and then the wall as the stall door was pushed aside and left open in the other boy's wake. What the hell?
The same sentiment got an almost immediate repeat less than a minute later. Louis had picked up where he’d left when Jon interrupted him and was washing his hands when someone walked out of one of the other bathroom stalls and joined him by the sinks.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
Robbie. Robbie? Louis raised his head and looked into the mirror to check who was standing behind him. Yup, Robbie. Who looked pissed. “Hey, what’s-”
“I guess it makes sense, why you wouldn’t tell me what guy you’re fucking around with. Fucking Jay.”
Something icy cold ran down Louis’ spine and his hand instinctively went hunting for his phone, which wasn’t even in his pocket, it was in his locker, since Ms. Hughes was real strict about having no phones in class. Robbie couldn’t know. He especially couldn’t know more now than he’d done when they’d last seen each other. He knew Robbie’s schedule and P.E. did in no way hold the secrets to the universe, nor access to Louis’ contact details, but as Louis turned around the look on Robbie’s face still said he knew damned well who Louis had been seeing, and that he was not the slightest bit pleased about it.
“I don’t-”
“I can’t believe you’re fucking that- that asshole,” Robbie hissed. “Seriously? Don’t even try to deny it. I’m not dumb. And I guess that’s what you were busy doing yesterday? Yeah, I thought as much.”
“I’m- Robbie- I-” Louis was at a total loss of what to say. He couldn't explain it, not why he'd decided to go back, or really any of it.
“Jon Duncan.” Robbie made a face as if the name physically pained him to say. “Why the hell? What the hell? How the hell?”
Louis’ mouth dropped open. Jon? Not Julian. Not at all Julian. Jon.
“You didn’t think I'd find out?" Robbie's mouth twisted into something half-way to a smile. "You suck at lying, dude. You had to know it was only a question of time.”
Someone walked into the bathroom but Louis couldn’t make himself look away from Robbie.
“I- That’s not-”
“Oh bullshit.” Robbie shook his head. “But sure, tell me you haven’t fucked him.”
The guy who’d joined them walked into a stall and closed it.
“Please don't tell anyone?” Louis managed to get out, because if he said he hadn’t fucked Jon that’d be a lie, and he didn’t want to lie to Robbie. Again.
“Jesus-” Robbie took a step back and ran both his hands through his hair. “He’s such an asshole.”
“Robbie…”
“You know he’s an asshole. Fuck, I mostly know he’s an asshole is because you fucking told me.”
“Robbie, it’s not-”
“Yeah I don’t need to know. Apparently.”
Robbie did not wash his hands before leaving the bathroom, but that seemed to be a very small issue all things considered.