"This was a bad idea, Harry," Liam whispered. They were down the hall from Harry's school gym, huddled together in a corner so no one would see them.

"Why? These kids need a bit of yoga. Trust me."

Liam was getting impatient at his boyfriend's ignorance. "But why'd you suggest me to teach it. It's not smart for me to be here. If anyone found out we'd be in a lot of trouble."

Harry smiled kindly at his older lover, "All you have to do is teach me yoga for an hour. Watch me bend all sorts of ways in tight pants and not touch me," Harry shrugged, "What could be so bad about that?"

Liam growled with frustration, "Death of me, Styles."

Harry just laughed and walked back into the gym. Liam took a couple calming breaths and readjusted himself in his yoga pants and headed in as well. The high school class that consisted of juniors and seniors were huddled on the floor in small groups talking to one another. Liam cleared his throat and they all turned their attention to him. He heard a few excited whispers from the teenage girls and a few jealous stares from the boys. Harry however was looking at Liam like he might pounce on him right then and there. Liam tried to keep his eye contact even across the room, but he kept coming back to Harry and some dark-haired boy with a glorious jawline that kept whispering in his ear, making Harry giggle.

"Hi guys. I'm Mr. Payne. I'll be subbing your gym class today and teaching you some basic yoga."

"Mr. Payne? Really?" one boy retorted.

Liam gave him a sarcastic smirk, "Yes and don't make me prove it. Now everyone go grab a mat."

The kids filed towards the corner of the room where a pile of yoga mats sat. Liam watched the dark-haired boy lean into Harry and place a hand on his lower back. Harry blushed and giggled again. Liam had to turn away and take a long breath so he didn't get arrested for punching a student. When he turned back the boy had two mats in his hand and was handing one to Harry, who took it gratefully and delivered a kiss to the boy's cheek. Liam was seething as he watched. Harry's eyes flicked over to Liam and his lips twitched up into a barely there smirk.

Everyone came back and laid out there stations. Harry and his friend set up front and center. Liam set up his and started his music. "Let start with some salutations for a warm up."

Liam led the class in a simple sun salutation with a lot of repetition and practiced breathing. "I know most of you don't practice yoga so today will be mostly about recognizing your body," he instructed with his eyes closed and limbs moving slowly.

"I'd like to recognize your body."

Liam eyes shot open at the remark from a tiny female voice in the back. He saw that Harry was turned around too and could only imagine the scowl on his face. Liam wanted to reprimand the student, but a little bit of Harry's own medicine could be good for him.

That was until the friend put a hand on Harry's shoulder and brought him back to the front. Harry leaned into the touch but kept his eyes on Liam. Liam shook it off and kept going. "Those sort of remarks will land you in lunch detention I believe, so if you'd please, focus on the lesson."

Liam led them through to the basic poses he'd taught Harry months ago. When he got to downward-facing dog his mind flashed back to Harry and him in his living room. Liam's hands running over his spine as he bent him over. Then he could barely touch the ground, now Liam knows he can bend his lover in half comfortably.

Liam decided a few seated poses may be appropriate next...mostly so he could hide his semi that grew from his thoughts. Sitting down watching the class, he couldn't help but see Harry right in front of him looking calm and content while he stretched out his arms. Liam wanted to hold those arms over his head and pin them to the wall. Okay, no. That was doing nothing to make Liam's boner dissipate. He cleared his mind and closed his eyes as he settled into the rest of the routine.

An hour later his was shiny with sweat and shirtless, too hot halfway through to keep it. The action was rewarded with a few cat calls and a low growl from Harry.

Liam bowed to the kids and some of them bowed back. He stood up with a smile, "Alright guys. That's wasn't so bad, right? Thanks for your attention and have a great rest of the day."

Harry quickly rolled up his mat and handed it to the friend, who rolled his eye and took both of theirs back to the wall while Harry came marching straight to Liam. "Liam," he seethed through his teeth.

Liam straightened up and raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"

"Why is your shirt off?"

Liam chuckled, "Because your crappy gym doesn't have air conditioning. Why? Don't like everyone seeing what's yours?"

"No," Harry answered plainly, "Not really."

"Well then, you might understand my frustration at your little chiseled face-of-god friend over there," Liam said with a tilt of his head.

People were filtering out of the class now, either heading home or going to their next class, but the friend was sticking around, waiting for Harry no doubt.

"Zayn?" Harry scoffed, "Please, he's just a-"

"Friend, yeah, okay," Liam spat.

Harry looked genuinely shocked, "Really, Li. He is. I'd never."

Liam knew. He knew Harry wouldn't, but seeing someone that got to spend every day with Harry so close to him still had Liam's fists balled against his side.

"This isn't the place for this. We'll discuss it later."

"Actually I'm done for the day. Take me home?" Harry flirted.

Liam couldn't help the small smile as he nodded, "My car's in the back lot. Meet you there."

Harry agreed eagerly. Liam packed up his stuff while Harry went to the locker room with Zayn to clean up. Harry joined Liam at his car still in yoga pants, much to Liam's enjoyment, with a bright smile.

He did a quick look around before wrapping his long arms around Liam's shoulders and kissing him hard. Liam laughed and returned the enthusiasm. Harry kissed all over his mouth and cheeks as he whispered, "I swear to God, you in yoga pants. Bent over in front of everyone. Everybody wanted you. I almost came in my pants right there."

Liam laughed against his lips, "Like you're much better. Right in front of me in these little things. And flirting with the boy? Very naughty, baby," he squeezed Harry's ass in his tights.

"I'm sorry," Harry bit his lips and looked up at Liam through his lashes, "Let's go to your place and you can teach me a lesson, yeah?"

Liam let go of Harry but kept a hand on his waist as he led him around the car, "Eager?"

Harry smiled wide, "Very."

***

"Touch your toes, Haz."

Harry hummed before bending over and wrapping his arms around his legs. The position trapped his hard cock between his stomach and legs but gave it no friction, leaving it up to Liam to make Harry come. Meanwhile it gave Liam quite a view from behind. He spread Harry's cheek and ran his thick cock between. Harry groaned, the sound muffled by his current position. Liam pressed against his crack harder, the head catching on rim on the upstroke.

"Stay like this," was all Liam said before he left Harry to grab supplies. He came back with lube and condom to find Harry still as before. "Good boy," he cooed.

He knelt down behind Harry and kissed the soft skin between his balls and hole. "Li," Harry sighed.

Liam smiled against his entrance and played his tongue over the tight rim. He puckered his lips and sucked on the skin there, making Harry's knees buckle a little. Liam gripped Harry's thighs and held him in place with he pushed his face deeper and poked his tongue past the ring of muscle. Harry shivering and instinctually rocked back on Liam's face.

Liam curled his tongue and dragged it along his walls on the way out. Harry whined once his mouth was gone, desperate for more. "Taste so good, baby." Harry whined again and pressed his flushed cheek to his legs. "Get on your knees for me."

Harry practically fell to the floor and sat on his hands and knees waiting for more instruction. Liam took that matter into his own hands and starting moving Harry's body how he liked. He bent his torso down so his chest was on the floor, his cheek pressed into the carpet, and then pulled his arms back and curled his fingers around the heels of his feet. Harry was curled up tight and panting with the effort.

"So flexible, baby. Can't believe the difference from when I first met you in my beginner class. I bet that boy can't teach you like I can."

Harry shook his head, hair floppy and hanging. "No, sir." He sighed happily and closed his eyes when he felt Liam's hands on him. Then he felt two cold, wet fingers at his hole and shuddered from what he knew was coming. Liam pushed one in deep in one smooth motion. Harry clenched around the digit as Liam wiggled his finger inside Harry. Harry pushed back on it as best he could but Liam out a firm hand on his hip to hold him in place. He added another slick finger and smiled at Harry's gasp.

"Good?"

"Yes," Harry breathed, "More, please."

Liam scissored his fingers open and stretched Harry's rim wide. Harry keened and arched his chest to the floor harder to push his bum out for Liam. Liam pushed his fingers in deep and left them there. "Ride 'em, sweetie. I wanna see how bad you want it."

Harry moaned and started rocking his hips back on Liam's fingers with gusto. Liam watched proudly as they disappeared inside the boy again and again. "Let go of your feet," Harry did, "Find your prostate, Haz. Use my fingers to get off."

Harry whimpered and got back up on his hands and wiggled his hips. He turned them this way and that until his breath and movement stuttered and Liam knew he'd done it. Harry sat back furiously, pressing the tips of Liam's fingers into his spot. "Li, li, shit, Liam. Right there. God, I'm so close."

Liam hmm'd, "Do you wanna come from my fingers or my cock?"

Harry groaned loudly in exasperation, "Cock, give it to me, please!"

Liam pulled his fingers out with an, "Alright, love." He rolled a condom on his length and slicked himself up. He pressed on Harry's back and he melted forward so he was laying on his stomach on the carpet. He unconsciously rubbed his aching cock into the rough floor. Liam reprimanded him with a light smack to his round ass, "Be still. Wait for me."

Harry nodded into the floor and stilled his hips. Liam laid over him and pushed inside slowly, inch by inch. Harry pushed back at the same time so they met in the middle with Harry's hips raised off the ground. Liam pushed them both back flat to the carpet and wrapped Harry's legs around his hips. Harry crossed his ankles behind Liam's ass and squeezed his thighs on either side of Liam's stomach, making his hole clench and Liam to moan.

"So good, babe. So tight."

Harry made a pleased noise and supported himself with his palms flat on the floor. Liam was forced to stay deep in this position, but Harry didn't mind, just rolled his hips back so Liam's tip rubbed into his bundle of nerves. "Uhhh, Liam, it's so-fuck, yes."

Liam thrusts stayed slow but harsh, slamming into Harry and making him whimper. Harry tried to keep his hips in the air so his cock didn't rub against the carpet, but he was getting tired and lowering more and more each second. Soon he let go and fell to the floor, accepting the rough pain mixed with flying pleasure of the material against his leaking erection.

"Li, I can't. I'm gonna come."

"Not yet," Liam instructed, "Not until I do." Harry nodded his assent and focused on squeezing his hole around his boyfriend until Liam stilled and spurted into the condom.

Harry pushed back frantically on Liam's twitching cock and begged, "Now? Please let me come."

Liam kissed between his shoulder blades and allowed, "Come on, Hazza."

Harry moaned and then gasped as he felt the wet shoot into the small space between the floor and his stomach. Liam rocked him through it and then rolled them on their sides to get Harry i to a more comfortable position. Harry curled his back against Liam's chest and sighed.

"Always so good," Harry murmured sleepily.

Liam nuzzled into his hair, "Yeah, love. You're always so good." He waited a minute until he heard Harry's soft snores and even breathing before picking the boy up and carrying him to his bed.