World Tour
Mouse Fetish
***Harry Styles***
Wednesday, July 4th, 2012 – Orlando, Florida, USA
It was our last full day at Disneyworld. We’d be leaving for London the following morning, and it had been an amazing past few days. That day, Wednesday, was an American holiday, and Disney would be putting on a huge fireworks display that night to celebrate Independence Day. We got around to the last few rides that we hadn’t done the other two days, and then we rode our favorites again as night fell. Louis and I stood with our arms around each other, watching the fireworks show, and it was absolutely perfect.
“Can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” I whispered in his ear as the fireworks finale began. A big smile spread across his face.
Ever since Louis opened up to me about his guilt on Monday, the tension between us had begun to ease. I still had a huge weight on my shoulders because I knew he wouldn’t be dealing with any of this if it weren’t for me, but I wasn’t about to ruin this vacation by opening my big mouth. If it came up again, I would talk to him about it. Otherwise, I was fine just being able to be there for him – and loving that he was finally letting me – and learning to man up and deal with my crap on my own. Louis had enough going on without having to worry about my issues.
We got back to the hotel, said goodnight to the others, and then I went into Louis’s room with him. The only reason the two of us still checked into separate rooms at hotels was so that nobody got suspicious, but there was always one room that never got any use.
Louis lied down on his bed and patted the spot next to him. I lied down with him, and he took my hand. We just stayed like that, in a comfortable silence, for a few minutes. Then Louis pulled my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. I looked at him.
“What was that for?” I asked, pleasantly surprised.
“For being there,” he shrugged.
“Always, Lou,” I said, and I turned and kissed him on the lips. We kissed for a few minutes, and then he pulled away.
“Hang on,” he whispered, seriously, then jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I sat up, confused, wondering if he was okay, but he emerged a minute later, wearing nothing but Mickey Mouse ears on his head. I laughed, very turned on by his perfect naked body. That was my boyfriend, and I was damn proud of it. “Ready to have sex with a mouse?” Louis asked me. Only Louis. I busted out laughing.
“Not when you put it like that, no, I’m not,” I teased.
“Too bad,” he said, and he pushed my shoulders back against the bed then climbed on top of me. We began kissing and he lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. We kept kissing, but every time I opened my eyes I saw his fake ears. I finally pulled away, unable to control the laughter anymore.
“Lou,” I said. “I can’t take you seriously with those things on.”
“Oh! How rude of me!” he gasped, feigning horror. He reached under the bed. “I forgot to give you yours,” he said, popping back up and putting my own pair of Mickey Mouse ears on my head. I shook my head, but if my boyfriend had some weird mouse fantasy, then I would happily fulfill it for him. He continued to remove my clothes, and once I was naked as well, he busted out laughing. “Okay you’re right,” he shook his head. “These things are distracting.” We both cracked up as we removed our Mickey Mouse ears.
“You got any other weird animal fantasies that I should know about?” I asked Louis. He smirked.
“You have no idea,” he smirked, and kissed me, and then somehow we made love to each other amidst the occasional fit of giggles from one of us.
Wednesday, July 4th, 2012 – Orlando, Florida, USA
It was our last full day at Disneyworld. We’d be leaving for London the following morning, and it had been an amazing past few days. That day, Wednesday, was an American holiday, and Disney would be putting on a huge fireworks display that night to celebrate Independence Day. We got around to the last few rides that we hadn’t done the other two days, and then we rode our favorites again as night fell. Louis and I stood with our arms around each other, watching the fireworks show, and it was absolutely perfect.
“Can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” I whispered in his ear as the fireworks finale began. A big smile spread across his face.
Ever since Louis opened up to me about his guilt on Monday, the tension between us had begun to ease. I still had a huge weight on my shoulders because I knew he wouldn’t be dealing with any of this if it weren’t for me, but I wasn’t about to ruin this vacation by opening my big mouth. If it came up again, I would talk to him about it. Otherwise, I was fine just being able to be there for him – and loving that he was finally letting me – and learning to man up and deal with my crap on my own. Louis had enough going on without having to worry about my issues.
We got back to the hotel, said goodnight to the others, and then I went into Louis’s room with him. The only reason the two of us still checked into separate rooms at hotels was so that nobody got suspicious, but there was always one room that never got any use.
Louis lied down on his bed and patted the spot next to him. I lied down with him, and he took my hand. We just stayed like that, in a comfortable silence, for a few minutes. Then Louis pulled my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. I looked at him.
“What was that for?” I asked, pleasantly surprised.
“For being there,” he shrugged.
“Always, Lou,” I said, and I turned and kissed him on the lips. We kissed for a few minutes, and then he pulled away.
“Hang on,” he whispered, seriously, then jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I sat up, confused, wondering if he was okay, but he emerged a minute later, wearing nothing but Mickey Mouse ears on his head. I laughed, very turned on by his perfect naked body. That was my boyfriend, and I was damn proud of it. “Ready to have sex with a mouse?” Louis asked me. Only Louis. I busted out laughing.
“Not when you put it like that, no, I’m not,” I teased.
“Too bad,” he said, and he pushed my shoulders back against the bed then climbed on top of me. We began kissing and he lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. We kept kissing, but every time I opened my eyes I saw his fake ears. I finally pulled away, unable to control the laughter anymore.
“Lou,” I said. “I can’t take you seriously with those things on.”
“Oh! How rude of me!” he gasped, feigning horror. He reached under the bed. “I forgot to give you yours,” he said, popping back up and putting my own pair of Mickey Mouse ears on my head. I shook my head, but if my boyfriend had some weird mouse fantasy, then I would happily fulfill it for him. He continued to remove my clothes, and once I was naked as well, he busted out laughing. “Okay you’re right,” he shook his head. “These things are distracting.” We both cracked up as we removed our Mickey Mouse ears.
“You got any other weird animal fantasies that I should know about?” I asked Louis. He smirked.
“You have no idea,” he smirked, and kissed me, and then somehow we made love to each other amidst the occasional fit of giggles from one of us.
Notes
FIRST of all, I just wanted to say thank you to each and every one of you for reading. It is so encouraging to me to know that people actually like this story, so THANK YOU. You guys make me so happy, I love you all very much!SOO, this chapter is just a fun thing to make up for your patience with all the drama! I know it's super silly but it gave me a good visual so I thought I would share, haha. Also, for any fellow history buffs out there - like the irony of putting the British boys in the USA over the 4th of July?? Hahaha ;-) Enjoy, friends!
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