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simon wasn’t really sure how he ended up here. well, it’s not that surprising that he ended up in his own hotel room at the end of the night, that’s not what he was talking about. what he wasn’t sure about, was how harry ended up in simon’s hotel room as well. on his bed. naked. that’s where everything got a little lost in simon’s mind.
not that he was complaining, obviously, but he honestly couldn’t remember when this ‘gay plunge’ thing had stopped being a joke and started being, well, being.
he knew it started with drinks, of course. they’d finished filming and playing golf for the day, they headed back to the hotel with everyone else, ate, talked, laughed and joked. cal had gone to bed first, then, josh, randy, cal, and harry and simon both agreed they didn’t want to go to bed yet. one of them, simon didn’t remember which, said they should go to that bar in the hotel, so they did.
well they tried to anyway. it was a big hotel! finding the bar was hard, and asking someone for help was embarrassing and simon grew bored of searching and invited harry to his room, bribing him with the mini fridge full of shots. so they went, and they talked and they joked and they drank. not too much, just enough to feel lighter. and they talked. and the taking turned into joking. and the joking turned back into talking.
and simon didn’t remember, he really didn’t, where it had come from, who said it. maybe he was drunker than he thought? but they talked about it seriously, well as a joke, but not really.
‘if i had to try it i’d try it with you.’
‘yeah, same.’
‘but we don’t have to try it, so.’
‘obviously, yeah.’
‘yeah.’
…
one thing simon did remember was that look on harry’s face. the one he was sure he mirrored. the one that said everything.
‘i’d try it with you.’
‘same.’
‘if i did it.’
‘me too.’
‘but, obviously.’
‘yeah, right.’
…
‘but if i was going to-‘
and that went on for awhile. talking around each other. asking, making sure, checking and checking again. and maybe simon did remember how it happened, because he asked harry how they’d do it, if they did it, which they wouldn’t, but if they did want to try it here and now, then how?
‘places like this always have lube.’ simon had half wondered how harry knew that, why he needed to know. ‘have you never opened a drawer?’ harry pointed at the bedside table and simon got up to check for himself, somehow shocked when harry hadn’t lied to him. there was a bottle of lube there, condoms too. simon had picked them up and placed them onto or the table, humming in surprise. and then they’d talked around it a bit more, eyes flicking from the bottle to the other man and simon asked a question.
‘do you know how to?’ harry tilted his head at this, amused. simon briefly wondered why that head tilt made his mouth dry.
‘know how to what?’ harry tried to keep a straight face but simon knew him well enough to notice the teasing glint in his eye.
‘stop it, you know.’ simon had stopped letting eye contact with harry distract him, since when had simon been the one to shy away from eye contact? that was a harry thing.
‘yes, i know how to prep myself.’ simon nodded and looked back to harry. that amused glint still there. they just looked at each other for awhile, not knowing how to get to the next step.
‘so we could.’ simon had eventually said, still nodding for some reason.
‘we could.’ harry nodded back and swallowed.
and now here simon was. sat in the corner of his hotel room watching harry prep himself like some creep. harry had sent simon away from hovering next to the bed. he wanted to help but he didn’t know what to do, harry told him to go and try to get a boner and simon didn’t have it in him to tell harry he wouldn’t need to try.
harry had a towel under him, the duvet was thrown to the floor to make room for the plunge. ‘the plunge’ god, this was ridiculous.
simon scratched the back of his head as he watched harry’s fingers disappear and reappear. that was going to be him soon, simon looked away, it was going to be him once. one pump. disappear. reappear. that’s it. he readjusted his shorts.
simon somehow managed to keep his eyes off of harry’s ass long enough to watch harry’s face for a moment. eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging slightly open, small sighs with every exhale, other hand holding himself up on the headboard, gripping it. simon had to look away again, his eyes met the mini fridge and he got up towards it.
‘want-‘ simon cleared his throat. ‘uhm- want another shot?’ he grabbed himself a fireball and could hear harry let out a breathy laugh before agreeing. simon turned back to harry and forced his feet towards him. he just wanted to keep watching.
‘here.’ he offered the shot once he was next to harry. harry moved the hand holding himself up away from the headboard for the shot. simon couldn’t help himself, letting his eyes drop down to take another look whilst harry threw his head back.
‘eugh.’ he scrunched his face and shook his head. he took his hand away from his ass and gave the empty shot back to simon. he grinned cheekily as he brought his lubed hand up to slap simon’s cheek lightly. ‘drink up, minter, and get those clothes up.’
harry clearly took joy in simon’s shocked face, laughing slightly as he turned to wipe his hand on the towel below him. simon threw back the shot and stripped.
they were both nervous, but harry seemed to know what he was doing so simon let him take charge. harry led on his front, arching up, simon’s hands naturally moved themselves to harry’s hips, absentmindedly caressing them with his thumbs. harry resting his head to the side, watching simon behind him.
‘now do the plunge.’ he said, simon’s thumbs stoped their movement. simon had almost forgotten what they were doing. the gay plunge. trying to see if they liked it. right. that’s it. gay plunge. one thrust. this isn’t gay.
simon led himself to harry’s hole, pulling one of his cheeks wide so he could watch it disappear. he swore he barely pushed in, harry just seemed to pull him in. harry was breathing heavily, taking it so well. simon couldn’t decide if he wanted to watch harry’s face or his ass. his face was scrunched up and twitching, and his ass was sucking simon in like it was made for it.
once simon was fully sheathed, harry couldn’t help it, he moaned. simon’s hips stuttered slightly, wanting to hear it again. his hips obviously, not him, because simon obviously wasn’t interested in hearing what sound harry made when he finished. obviously.
harry’s face pressed into the pillow, simon filling him in a way his own fingers couldn’t. he moaned again when simon started pulling out. simon watched himself reappear, harry tightened slightly, tempting him back in. simon gripped harry’s hips, holding him completely still so he would be able to get himself out.
simon watched harry’s hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled. a sound left his throat, air getting caught, and he thought about sticking a finger in. neither of them spoke, they just breathed. simon let a hand drop from harry, resting it on his own thigh, as to not tempt fate. he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go of his hold on harry’s hip yet.
harry’s eyes were still closed when he spoke. ‘i think i liked the plunge.’ harry opened his eyes and met simon’s, silently asking. ‘me too.’
simon gripped harry’s hip, stopping himself long enough to see harry nod. he aligned himself again and pushed in, sighing with relief. he needed harry. and harry needed him, he whimpered the second simon pushed passed his rim. his whole body was shaking, he’d never felt like this, never felt this good, never understood why people raved about sex so much until this very moment. he was pretty sure simon was holding him up.
simon didn’t stop after one thrust this time. enjoying watching himself disappear and reappear, but enjoying harry’s reaction more. of course harry was loud in bed. whining, moaning, whimpering. the sluttiest sounds simon had ever heard. he fucking loved it. harry tried to muffle himself with the pillow and simon made a disapproving noise.
‘let me hear you, harry.’ he slowed his thrusts to make sure harry had heard him. ‘wanna hear you.’ harry moaned at this, pushing back on simon, mind foggy.
‘’fuck- simon.’ harry whined breathily, rocking himself. simon sped up, desperate to coax out every needy sound harry could possibly make. ‘mmm- please more. god- fuck, simon.’
harry was grinding into the mattress below him, feeling desperate already. he squirmed and whined, needing to be touched as he rolled his hips. he grabbed one of simon’s hands and moved it up to his chest, whimpering when simon got the hint and twisted his nipple.
‘so good, soo good-‘ he cut himself off moaning when simon did it again. ‘simon, please- f-fuck, oh my god.’
‘good boy, that’s it.’ simon praised, only
making harry louder, simon moved his hand lower on harry and started jerking him off, harry let out a pathetic whine. ‘keep making those noises.’
‘mmm- fuck- si, ah- fuckk.’ harry was practically drooling, wondering how he’d gone his whole life without this.
simon was close now and he guessed that the moaning and the way harry was clenching around him was a good sign that he was too, he slowed his thrusts slightly to focus on the spot harry seemed to like and pumped him faster.
‘that’s it, harry.’ simon panted above harry’s whining. ‘that’s it, you gonna cum?’ harry pushed back into simon’s thrusts desperately, letting out a sob into the pillow.
‘ah- ah- fuck, simon. pleasepleaseplease-‘ his moaning somehow became more high pitched as he tumbled over the edge. eyes rolled back and shuddering as his dick spurted out white ropes onto simon’s hand and then bed beneath him. he pulsed around simon, finished him off too with one last thrust.
‘god, harry. fuck.’ simon groaned as he held harry agasint him, cock twitching. harry whined some more, sensitive. they panted together for a moment before simon pulled out, harry bucking his hips against the bed as simon brushed that bundle of nerves once more.
simon flopped down beside harry and they led in silence trying to catch their breaths, trying to catch their thoughts.
‘simon.’ harry spoke first. simon was worried they’d ruined everything, this was supposed to just be a joke, the gay plunge wasn‘t a real thing. they’d had sex. how would this effect the sidemen? the golf channel? he tried to stop his mind racing and replied to harry.
‘yeah?’ he was so nervous. ready for harry to say they would never talk again. the sidemen are over. everything was finished, this is it.
‘i think i’m gay.’
simon let out a breath and looked at harry, smiling at him slightly. they both started laughing, in disbelief of what has just happened, what they’d done, what they’d learnt about themselves.
‘this explains so much!’ harry continued and simon’s laughter grew louder, harry’s following. ‘i’m serious!’
‘i know!’ simon couldn’t stop laughing though, and neither could harry.