“Thank you for coming round tonight, it’s been a real treat hosting for the two of you as always,” Glenne smiled, setting the flute glass in her hand on the side of the hot-tub the four of you were situated in. Bubbles and jet streams filling the silence as you watched Glenne reach for her towel set on the glass table on the corner of the decking. “Feel free to stay in the hot-tub if you wish, you’re welcome too. Just don’t be too loud. We’re only up there,” she smirked, pointing to the window above the decking. The curtains pulled to a close, with a small amount of light coming from behind the material to which you could only presume was the little lamp turned on to give them light for easy access to enter the room.
“We’ll probably stay in a bit longer, if that’s okay. You stole my girlfriend today, so, it’ll be nice to have some alone time with her,” Harry chuckled, wrapping his lips around the rim of the flute glass and letting the bubble and burning liquid run down his throat. “Is there any more of this in the mini-fridge? It’s bloody good,” Harry grinned, his eyes red-rimmed and glossy and you knew that one more glass would have him tipsy and noisy and tripping over his own feet; something you were not immune to seeing after a hearty night out with the boys back in London.
He wasn’t one to go out every night of the week, giving him 6 days to focus on work and making sure he took you out or stayed in touch with you to talk about your day and how it went, as well as 1 day where he would let his hair down and enjoy a night to himself. Without the stresses of work pushing down on his shoulders and creating tension upon his body, headaches coming and his back beginning to ache from the endless nights he would spend awake to jot down ideas for song ideas and verses. When it came to his one night of freedom from work, he would always end up on your doorstep with a fist pounding against the door with a slur of your name following with the actions continuing until you roused yourself from your sleep and opened the door. His figure tripping over his own feet as he made his way into the small apartment he’d grown to love over the months he had been with you, his hands reaching to grab anything to keep him stable.
Leaving him for just one moment would end in trouble, and keeping him close to you as you made him a cup of tea with a couple of headache tablets was the best way to make sure your tiny living space stayed neat and tidy and vomit-free from his belly churning and his sudden movements rousing the burning bile to rise up his throat.
“There’s one more bottle,” Jeff stated, reaching over the side of the tub to pull the door of the mini-fridge open, “please don’t plan on getting drunk and passing out with us finding your drowned bodies in the morning,” he stated, retrieving the bottle from the fridge and holding the neck tightly in his hand.
Harry’s eager hands reaching for the bottle, his eyes set on taking it before you could reach it.
“Try telling Harry that,” you giggled, taking the bottle from Jeff just in time before Harry’s hands could grab it. You took the cork-screw from Glenne, pressing it into the cork of the bottle and twisting it until a pop was heard over the jet streams. “But, go to sleep. You look tired. We won’t be up much longer, we promise,” you smiled, chucking the cork to Jeff and watching as he stepped out of the water and stepped foot on the decking.
“And, no sex. Please,” Jeff groaned, grabbing his towel. He fell to the seat beside Glenne, drying the soles of his feet off to make sure he didn’t slip on the linoleum floor of the kitchen on his way through to the bedroom. “We had one couple from down the road come over one night for a barbeque we had, to crack open the new grill, and by morning, there was a pair of floating bikini bottoms on the water surface,” Jeff grumbled, his head turning to Harry with a smirk.
Over the course of the evening and during the dinner that had been delivered from a take-away van that Jeff had called, the two of them could see the sexual tension forming between the both of you, with Harry being extremely handsy and your lips and urges finding it exceedingly difficult to keep away from his skin. With each passing moment, Harry would be touching you in any way possible – his hands on your thighs, his arm around your shoulders, or his knee resting against yours in a close manner that would and mostly could be considered as you both sitting on top of one another.
They knew what was coming next and they’re prepared themselves for a night that could possibly be filled with moans and rocking beds and squeaky springs of the bed that they had assigned for the two of you to share till morning.
“We wouldn’t dream of it, Jeffrey. We’re guests in your home,” Harry grinned, his cheeks flushing pink as he grabbed the bottle from your hands and poured himself another glass of the champagne brought especially for that night. “Go to bed. Please. I just want alone time with my girlfriend,” Harry whined, rolling his head back in annoyance and puffing his cheeks out.
“Alright, alright. Eager beaver over there wants to get something started,” Glenne pointed out, sending you a wink causing your eyes to widen. “I’m joking. But, we’re going to bed. The guest bedroom is set up and ready for you, and the en-suite bathroom is set with towels and a bottle of my shower-gel for (Y/N) and a bottle of Jeff’s for Harry to use. I’d advise you shower because the sheets get a bit sticky with the chlorine,” Glenne explained, drying the tips of her hair with the towel in her hands.
The night and the rest of the week had been something that Jeff and Glenne had planned for months – with them celebrating an anniversary and wanting Harry and yourself out to celebrate with them, they had made sure that everything was set and ready for your visit. Making sure there were clean sponges in the bathroom as well as clean towels, with shower gels and shampoos set up on the shelves within the bathroom, with toothbrushes stacked in the holders just in case you had forgotten the essentials, with a tube of unopened toothpaste in the box beside the sink.
It made you feel welcomed, and you were sure that in future events, you would do the exact same for the two of them as the two of them had done for you and Harry.
“We’ll try and be as quite as possible. Just, give us a curse and a shout if we’re too loud and wake you,” you stated, setting your flute glass on the edge of the tub and shuffling comfortably beneath the water level. “Thank you for having us, by the way. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and be up at 8. We’re treating you to breakfast tomorrow morning,” Jeff smiled, grabbing Glenne’s free hand and using his occupied hand to pull open the patio door that barricaded the deck from the kitchen. “Goodnight, you two. Have a safe night,” he teased, tugging Glenne into the house and pulling the patio door to a close, disappearing round the corner and out of your eye-line.
The main light of the kitchen being switched off, with the only light lighting up the decking was the installed lights within the hot tub, giving the feeling an aqua-type atmosphere. The blue shining against Harry’s face and brightly lighting his features up, the colour making him look more attractive than you though possible.
“Now, would you like to explain to me why you’ve been touching me and been handsy through the night?” You smirked, the feeling of his toes dragging up your calf sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps form on your skin. “Stop doing that. You’re not getting anything, we promised them.”
And it was going to be a promise you would keep.
“If you stay quiet, we could have a lit’le fun,” Harry slurred drunkenly, his green eyes staring at yours as he brought the glass to his lips and downed the liquid from inside. “You look really fit, y’know tha’? S’my favourite one on you. Matches my yellow trunks, don’it?” He grinned, slouching himself down in the water with his chin sitting upon the water surface, his knees knocking against yours with his feet pressed on top of yours. “M’really horny, babe. V’had a boner for almost an hour, just looking at your boobs from sittin’ opposite you,” he grumbled.
“You’re like a teenage boy, aren’t you? A teenage boy getting his first glimpse of boobs,” you giggled, looking at his wandering eyes. “You’re unbelievable, I’m telling you. You drink one glass of alcohol and you’re a horny, moaning teenage boy. Give you more than a bottle of alcohol and you’re a horny, moaning, tipsy and very drunken teenage boy,” you stated, his hands disappearing beneath the water with his bottom lip being taken between his teeth. His eyes closing as he shuffled his body around the uncomfortable seating of the hot-tub, his knees banging against yours a couple of times before he settled comfortably back upright.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing,” he whispered teasingly, looking down at the bubbling water before he brought his head back up to you. “Y’should come over here and see what I did,” he winked, signaling with his head to come and sit beside him, bringing his hand from beneath the water and up above the surface.
A bright yellow material hanging off of his index finger, a bigger smirk forming on his lips as you watched the water trickle down the material and drip onto the decking below, forming little circles on the wood that the hot tub had been installed upon. His eyebrows wiggled suggestively as he continued to drag his toes up your calf, a tickle sensation coursing up your limbs and at the base of your belly. The idea of Harry being completely nude beneath the water giving your mind a picture that you found oddly titillating and rather arousing.
“Harry, put them back on,” you hissed, sitting instantly as you shuffled around and fell beside him, the water sloshing up and over the sides of the hot tub. “Seriously, Harry. You’re not getting hot-tub sex, for goodness sake. Put them back on,” you grunted, his green eyes locked onto yours as he swung his wrist about, his finger curled into the material to keep a secure hold upon the dripping trunks.
“C’mon. Just one round,” he whispered, his voice deep and slurring slowly. “M’ready n’waitin’ f’you to come ride me,” he smirked, dropping the material to the decking.
“You’re awful. Why am I dating you?” You whispered, cupping his cheeks in your palms and bringing his face to your level. “You better keep quiet, yeah? You’re a loud one when you’ve had some booze,” you pointed out, his hands roaming your back and tugging on the strings of your bikini top. The constraint loosening against your breasts, the material falling and disappearing beneath the water, the bubbles sending an unusual feeling through the areas of your body that were previously covered. “No foreplay. No touching to start things off. Just, a quickie, do you understand me, Harry?”
Being caught by Jeff and Glenne had sent a feeling of adrenaline through your veins, but it was something you didn’t want happening on a night that was meant to be about them. There was no lie that they would be doing something similar to what you and Harry were doing, but you had to give them respect for not showing sexual tension through the evening; they have ever choice to go to bed and consummate their anniversary, but they had chosen to spend it with the two of you in a way they knew best. And you felt rude to repay them with a thank you by them finding you in a position that seemed rather suggestive and unpleasant to the eyes of the spy.
“Of course. I jus’ need t’release right now. V’not got a condom on me, though, so when I say I need t’pull out, I mean it. Unless you want ba-“
“We do not want babies right now, Harry. We’ve only been together for a year. We’re only nineteen,” you stated, pressing a finger to his lips. “Jus’ let me know when to move and I’ll move,” you smiled.
“Mm-hm. Just get on up here and ride me,” he whispered, groaning softly as you hitched a thigh over his and set your knees upon the uncomfortable seating of the hot-tub. Your thighs straddling his with the tip of his hardened cock brushing against your pubic bone. “Hmm, so fuckin’ hard f’you, y’know that?”
“I can feel it, Harry. Are you ready?” You grinned, his answer being muffled by his face being pressed into your neck, his lips leaving wet kisses against your skin as well as his teeth tugging on the skin to leave not only a bright purple hickey but a piece of evidence that you’d gone against the promise you’d expressed to Jeff and Glenne just moments prior. “No hickies, Harold. We don’t need them guessing what we did.”
“Y’no fun when it come t’quickies.”
“Do you want me to ride you or not? Because I can easily get out and go back inside,” you responded, his fingers brushing over your thighs and adjusting your bikini bottoms to give him easy access to push into you.
“Wan’ you t’ride me now. M’ready for it,” he slurred, rolling his head back against the side of the hot tub and hissing as your hand wrapped around his girth and proceeded to guide him to your opening. The burning feeling of his entirety stretching you out made you groan, and no matter how many times the two of you had partaken in the act of love-making or quickies, you would never adjust properly to the size of his cock. “Mmm, y’know, it always feels so good when you’re wrapped around me like this. S’like a nice warm feeling,” he whispered into the cool air of the cool Los Angeles air, the stars twinkling in the cloudless night sky.
A night that looked clear and perfect, and acted as a beautiful scenery for a night filled with quick passion but a lot of lust radiating from your bodies.
“You know; it always feels good when I have this sort of control over you. Makes me want to do this when we get back to your LA home, or when we get to London,” you started, rocking your hips against his with his fingers moving towards the bundle of nerves set between your legs. “Might have to purchase some handcuffs and a blindfold,” you grinned tessingly, pressing your lips to his jawline. The stubble forming beneath his jaw tickling at your lips the closer you got to his ear, your teeth tugging on the lobe that created a groan from his gut.
“Sounds so good. I love when y’get all dominant wi’me,” he whispered truthfully, his feet pressed firmly to the floor of the hot tub, pushing up to let his hips coincide with your thrusts, your movements syncing up with each action taking place. “V’you ever considered us experimentin’ a lit’le bit more? Maybe with toys or somethin’? I always see you as one to get wild in the bedroom.”
“Tha’s funny because I thought the same of you,” you replied, your eyelids fluttering closed with your forehead resting against his shoulder as the tip of his cock hit the spot that had you squirming in his lap. “Hmm. Feels so good, Harry. You’re so good a’this, y’know that?” You whispered, your warm breath fanning across his wet shoulder.
“Hmm, v’been waitin’ 19 years for this to happen,” he whispered, rubbing his fingers in a figure of eight pattern against your nerves, you soft gasp and a moan leaving your lips. His neck muffling the sound to ensure it didn’t filter up to the bedroom just a few feet above you. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you grinned, bringing your head to his level and pressing your lips against his pink and champagne-flavoured lips. “I think m’going to come, Harry.”
Your knees shook with pleasure and your toes curled up as tight as they could, the want to close your legs and grind harder for more friction becoming stronger and the urge to squeeze at his cock inside of you became a struggle to hold back.
“Mm-hmm. Me too,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppier and slower with a twitch emitting from his cock to signify he was close to a release that had been building up throughout the evening. “Think y’can do the rest wi’yer hand, love. Don’t wan’to get you pregnant with a baby yet,” he giggled drunkenly, his hands finding their way around your thighs and settling upon the curve of your bum. His fingers kneading into your flesh as he quickened his thrusting pace, the slopping sound of skin on skin becoming audible over the sound of the jet streams that were still on and forming bubbles on the surface.
“Ge’me off at the same time, yeah? Use those magic fingers o’yours,” you whispered, loud enough for him to hear over the sloshing water that created waves as your body moved from his thighs to the place beside him.
Your hand tickled at his thigh before you wrapped your hand around his base and proceeded to give him the pleasure he desired until you felt his knees tense and his cock continuously twitch in your hold. As you continued to give him what he was after, he pressed his fingers at your pubic bone with the tips dangerously close to where you were desperate for pressure. Soft profanities left his lips as he dropped his head to your shoulder, his wrist beneath the water slipping with the pads of his fingers ending up at the area you needed him, a fuzzy knot-like sensation forming at the bottom of your belly. A fire-like feeling raging to escape in the form of moans and groans with grunts of Harry’s name leaving your lips, the need to be quiet being thrown from through as you ground your hips against his fingers and let your eyes roll back in pleasure.
“S’tha’ good, hm? You look like you’re enjoyin’ my touch,” Harry cooed smugly, a hint of cockiness laced within his tone. “Come for me, baby. Then we can go inside and have some shower sex, where they won’t be able t’hear us,” Harry smirked against your ear.
“Oh, Jesus, you’re so horny.”

Notes

All through writing this, I couldn’t help but have the image of Harry in his yellow shorts in my mind. So, here we have yellow-shorts Harry feeling horny in a hot tub. The first smut I’ve written in a long, long, long time so it’s probably a little rusty and a bit off in some places - I do apologise and I’m trying my best when it comes to smut.
Also, it’s a flashback on the last chapter