Hate That I Love You

Chapter 2

Louis and Harry had been staring at the ceiling for several minutes, out of breath, lying on the mattress side by side (but not too close) and their bodies still completely uncovered.

"Holy shit," Louis hissed at one point, making Harry laugh. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?" he asked him, without taking his eyes off the ceiling of their hotel room.

"Years and years of experience, Tomlinson," he replied.

"Whore," he giggled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Always the usual sluts."

"I don't think there's a nicer way to express that," Louis asserted, turning his head and looking at the boy.

"Whore, prostitute," Harry began. "Courtesan, woman - indeed a man of easy virtue. Peripatetic."

"You're the pathetic one," Louis protested. "Well, the concept is always the same, isn't it?"

Harry then turned his head, looking the boy in the eye, smiling. "You're ignorant, Tomlinson," he said. "I said peripatetic, and you are not pathetic."

"What language is this?" he frowned. "Only you can use such ancient terms."

Harry laughed again. "Maybe" he shrugged. Again his watch rang, marking the end of their post-orgasm moment. At that point, the hedgehog widened his eyes and looked at the time. "Fuck, I'm late!" he exclaimed sitting up on the bed.

"Already?" Louis snorted. "I thought you could give me another practical demonstration of your language," he muttered, placing his back against the bed rail and crossing his arms.

Harry stood up, searching here and there for his clothes. "Maybe another time," he said absently. "And anyway, I think today you've already been hard enough, I've satisfied you too much" he pointed out. "In fact, I was going to offer you a little role swap for once," he shrugged, nonchalantly.

Harry turned to look at him, puzzled and folding his arms. "What do you want back?" he asked skeptically.

"Nothing," he shrugged. "Why do you think such a thing?"

"Because last time I had to promise you complete submission for two weeks to get the chance," he said.

"And I have to say those two weeks were great," he chuckled. "But, really, I just wanted that, that's all."

"Bah," Harry exhaled. "Anyway, I can't, this time. I'll have to waste this golden opportunity. I have to have lunch with Xander," he pointed out, picking up his black boxers from the floor and starting to put them on.

"Are you saying you're cheating on your boyfriend?" laughed.

"Can you explain to me why you have to underline it all the time?" Harry moaned, walking up to him and placing both hands on his bare hips. "Besides, we are in an open relationship, we both know that he too has fun on his behalf."

"Then you'll explain to me why you have been together for so long if you love to fuck each other" he rolled his eyes, before grabbing his wrist and forcing him to approach him. Harry snorted, then sat on top of him and encircled his hips with his knees.

"You know how it works," the hedgehog complained. "He is a Ritz, and he is a noble. My father and his father are very good friends and they both benefit from our history."

Louis raised an eyebrow, brushing his long hair from his collarbones and tucking it behind his shoulders so he could see his face. "Are they friends like your father and my father?" he asked him.

Harry laughed. "No," he shook his head. "They are two people who love each other because they can bring each other a lot of profits and a lot of money. Friends of convenience, in two words."