Therapy (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4 - Mine

‘So how have you been since last time ?’ Louis asked but Harry was laying on the chaise, staring at the ceiling as he said nothing.

When Harry called Louis that night, it had turned out to be the best and worst idea. Yes he had prevented him from hurting himself, yes he had been listening to him carefully and was there for him, but he had also made him do something he regretted as soon as it was done.

When he hung up with his therapist after his tips, he couldn’t sleep without trying. He knew he had lube somewhere and grabbed it to wet his fingers as Louis had told him. He was scared as fuck but he needed to try it. Not because Louis had told him to, absolutely not. He sat on his bed and took a deep breath. He was clumsy at first, getting lube everywhere before finding the spot. He closed his eyes and tried getting one then two fingers in. The feeling was foreign and extremely weird, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. As soon as he adjusted himself, he started to get them in and out of him slowly, keeping his eyes closed as he threw his head forward, his hair falling in front of his face. As he kept going down on his fingers, he felt himself getting hard and watched his cock twitch at the friction, but it wasn’t enough, he needed some help. Weirdly enough, the first thought he had was Louis’ instructions. As he repeated them, he started to focus on his voice and found himself moaning to the thought. Was Louis imagining him touching himself like that ? How would it feel if it was his fingers ? Maybe he’d be better at this ? Harry couldn’t keep the man out of his head as he dug his fingers in his hole, panting as he fucked himself slowly.

He quickly pictured Dylan sucking him off, but for some reason, it wasn’t Dylan in his head, it was Louis. What if Louis was sucking him off, how would it feel to have him show everything he didn’t know ? Soon enough, he was moaning his name as he collapsed on the bed, fucking himself as he thrust on the mattress, biting at the covers as he squinted his eyes. When he felt himself too close, he started to jerk himself off and quickly moaned his way through this one, coming all over his bed in his hand as he thought about the man touching him properly.

As soon as he came back from his high, he texted Louis. He had to thank him for this. But right after, he felt awful. He had just been masturbating thinking about his thirty year old therapist. There was no way he was going to face him anytime soon without feeling sick to his stomach from embarrassment.

And that’s exactly how he felt right now.

‘Good.’ He simply said.

‘Okay.’ Louis didn’t talk after that, he just sat there, making Harry eye him to check why he wasn’t pushing him. ‘What ?’

‘Why aren’t you making me talk ?’

‘Because you clearly don’t trust me enough to talk Harry. I can’t make you.’ Harry sighed. He hated when Louis would force him to open up, but he hated it even more when he wouldn’t push him, it made him feel like he cared.

‘I’m just so confused. I mean, it felt so fucking good Louis, and I wasn’t even thinking about a girl.’ Harry finally said as Louis coughed.

‘It’s not a bad thing though. You’re exploring, discovering new things.’ Louis said but quickly changed the subject. ‘How are things with your mom and stepdad ?’