“Shh! Shh! Stop moving around!” I whisper shout as you squirm around in the small space. We already don’t have enough room in here for the both of us, and you wiggling around like a worm isn’t helping.

We’ve been seeing one another for a bit, around 4 months, but no one else knows yet. We’ve wanted to keep it a secret for…different reasons. You think it preserves the ‘spark’, and I think it makes everything hotter.

Honestly, the boys probably wouldn’t care too much, but we would never hear the end of it. We’re all friends, so they might think it would complicate things. It’s better this way.

“You know what?” I grumble, grabbing you and dragging you on top of me. “There. Comfortable?” You laugh lightly and I feel the movement against my own stomach. My arms wrap around your waist as I tug you impossibly tighter against me. “Mmm… I’m comfortable.”

Another low hum escapes my lips when I feel your lips press against my jaw. A small smile grows on my lips as you continue your ministrations, knowing what it’ll lead to. Even in this cramped bunk.

“You’re being bad,” I murmur. Your only response is pick up your momentum. I groan as your legs wrap around my hips, your lips making their way to mine. “Baby, I’m not gonna—“

All of a sudden, the privacy curtain to my bunk is yanked open, sending unwarranted light into the room. We both jump in surprise at the intrusion, causing you to bang your head up against the roof of the bunk.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?” Louis smirks devilishly, staring down at us as if he’s already plotting how to capitalize off of this.

I’m stuck between making sure you’re okay and trying to come up with a good enough lie as to why you’re in my bunk. And why you were straddling me. And…why we were kissing.

We’re screwed.

Louis waits patiently for whatever half-assed lie we come up with, still holding the curtain open with an expectant look. He’s amused. Delighted to find us in the act.

“Louis, we were just— It’s not what it… Look—“