These Inconvenient Fireworks (original story on ao3 by complemtattoos)

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LOUIS

It all starts with a thoughtless comment as Louis lies in the middle of his living room, his brain a post-orgasmic mess.

"That was fun," he says to no one in particular. Feel like you probably have a carpet mark in the morning.

"Yeah?" Harry says, rolling onto his side to rest his jaw on Louis's chest. Harry came first this time, so he had more time to recover.

"Yes," Louis says sleepily. It's fun with you.

It's something he probably wouldn't say with his mind in good shape, but he's too weakened to care.

"Good," says Harry.

Louis reaches out and tangles it in Harry's hair, massaging his scalp. Harry smiles and closes his eyes, moving closer so he can touch him better.

"It's been a long time since I've had fun with this, actually," Louis says.

Harry frowns without opening his eyes. -Why?

"I don't know," says Louis. His eyelids begin to feel heavy, and he loses all hope of getting to bed. You will deal with back pain later. "I just stopped trying, I guess."

It's just a small confession at a time when I was off guard. He didn't mean anything by it, honestly, but he should have known that Harry would take it as a personal challenge.

He's sitting in his classroom a few days later, caught reading a book while his students have a test, when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. It's a message from Harry, and he smiles a little at what it says.

can't wait to see you later sweetcheeks;) let's order food and stay home, I feel dominant today x

It's not at all unusual for Harry to get a little suggestive about the messages he sends while working. He likes, in fact, he likes to think of Harry sitting in his faculty study waiting for his photos to dry, typing out daring things for Louis while surrounded by students. Louis's own students are engrossed in their exams, very fearful of his invulnerable anti-cheating policy to allow their eyes to wander.

Open to reply.

you are? ;) x

Put down your phone for a moment and go back to your reading. The minutes pass leisurely, and Louis is so engrossed with the book that he hardly notices when Harry's answer comes in. He opens the message with the hand that is not holding the page, glances at it, and immediately spills his tea.

I'm going to fuck you while you suck my fingers like you don't know if you have my cock in your ass or your mouth xxxxx

Louis curses under his breath and quickly searches for the stack of napkins in his desk drawer as the class looks up to see what happens.

"I'm sorry!" He says, his voice higher than usual. Minor tea disaster! Finish the exams!

He makes a frantic gesture to scare them away and begins to put napkins on the tea to soak it up before it reaches the papers on the desk, mentally cursing the day Harry Styles was born. When he is satisfied with how the situation is controlled, he opens the message again and responds without daring to look up to read it again.

harold pls

That night they order Thai food and Harry keeps his promise, fucking Louis against the mattress with two of his fingers in his mouth. It's good, and it's fun, and Louis realizes that Harry is doing this on purpose. He's trying to keep things fun.

The realization makes your heart do weird things in your chest when you lie in bed that night, and you can't afford to think too much about it. You can deal with everything as long as it's still a game, like when they did a run on the playing field at midnight. You can deal with the competition. Hell, he's good at it. And he's not going to let this incident happen just like that.