Hate That I Love You

Chapter 21

Louis, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling, was lying on the bed completely naked and his mouth half open. Harry, next to him, on his stomach, was smiling satisfied and content.

Both in silence for several minutes, in their usual tree room at the Palace hotel.

"Tomlinson" chuckled Harry. "You should say something."

Louis started gasping, unable to say anything that made sense. "Wow" was the only thing he managed to get out of his mouth.

Harry laughed, slowly settling on his side and putting an arm under his head. "I think this doctor-patient experience should be repeated."

Louis just laughed, slowly positioning himself to the side, too, to be able to look him in the eye. "Give me some time to recover, Doctor," he said jokingly. "I think I'll be walking wrong for the next two weeks."

"You're still the same melodramatic," he complained. "I was delicate."

"Delicate, look," he chuckled. "But anyway, it was nice. In fact, beautiful," he nodded. "We'll repeat it sooner or later."

"I got the hint," he snorted. "Sooner or later it means that sooner I will have to dedicate myself to other weeks of complete submission."

Louis laughed. "No," he shook his head, raising his arm and starting to stroke his cheek slowly. "No need, when you want, we can do it."

Harry stared at him puzzled. "Are you serious?" he asked him.

"Sure," he nodded, still running the back of his thumb over his cheekbone.

"I thought you didn't like being a bottom," he continued.

"I don't love it, no" he shook his head. "Maybe you will only be the second who had this chance. Or maybe the third? But it's different now," he explained softly, crawling his body close to his.

"Now?" he asked, whispering.

"Yes" Louis nodded, continuing to slowly approach him, craning his neck towards his face to decrease the distance between the two mouths which, because of Harry, hadn't touched for days yet. "Now," he repeated. "With you it's different" he blew him a few millimeters from his face.

"With me?" he asked again, swallowing a lump of saliva. Harry really wanted to move, he really wanted to avoid that contact, but he just felt petrified. Simply his brain was ordering him to move, while his heart was forcing him to bring his mouth close to kiss him in turn.

Confused, Harry's body had decided not to move at all.

"Yes, with you," Louis hissed, narrowing his eyes and bringing his lips closer and closer to his. Harry began to breathe loudly, his eyes wide open and fear still twisting his stomach.

But luckily, just as the distance was about to be canceled entirely, Louis's phone started ringing. The boy at first ignored it but Harry, saved by the sound, said "You should answer" an inch from his lips.

Louis sighed, snorting. "I have to, huh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," he nodded.

Louis snorted again, sitting on the mattress and grabbing his cell phone absently. Harry, meanwhile, to avoid that moment yet to be classified could repeat itself, approached him and encircled his hips with his knees, starting to kiss his chest and descending lower and lower, until he reached his dull erection. Louis instinctively brought a hand to weave into his curly hair and massaged his scalp with his fingertips. Harry began to lick the shaft to wake it up, never stopping to stare.

"Niall," Louis snorted, answering the phone. "I warn you, someone is going to give me a wonderful blowjob, so either hurry up or you will sext with me because I have no intention of stopping him" he said, making Harry smile who had started to swallow his semi-erection in his mouth.