Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

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TW: Sexual content.

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*Louis' POV*

I began driving towards my house, wondering if I was doing the right thing.

Styles was asleep. His mouth was slightly ajar and one of his hands were in his hair. I wondered what it might feel like if someone ran their hand through his hair. His hair, aka, his curls. Cute curly curls.

I won't deny it, Styles looks decent. Of course, he can never look as handsome as I do, but yeah, he looks pretty decent.

But I hate curly haired people and especially those who are taller than me. So, me and Styles are actually polar opposites. Besides, I'm not even looking for a partner. I fucking hate relationships. I hate relationships much much more than I hate avocados.

But why was I even thinking about stupid Styles and his awful appearance? Eww, I should think of better things.

But before I could do that, I took the right turn to my mansion.

After parking my car, I shook Styles gently, saying, "Oi, wake up." He grunted in his sleep, but didn't wake. I shook him again but he didn't wake up. I then said, "Styles, you're losing your job."

"What? What? What?" He said and sat up straight. I burst out laughing and said, "We're here, you moron." He blinked twice at me and then he slapped my shoulder playfully saying, "Dickhead. Gave me proper fright." I laughed and said, "Now come on."

We both got out of the car and began walking towards my house. He saw the mansion and said, "Oh my God, this is big!" he said and I chuckled. I opened the door and he stepped inside.

He said, "It's all black!! Just the opposite of mine!" I nodded saying, "We're really different after all." He nodded as he said, "I'm really sleepy. Could you tell me where the living room is?"

I wiggled my eyebrows as he said, "The couch? I suppose it's in the living room?"

"Oh, no. I mean, yes, it's in the living room but no, you're not sleeping on the couch. You take the guest room. I'll lead you there." I said as he gaped saying, "Mr. Tomlinson you are not asking me to stay in your guest room!" I rolled my eyes, "Mr. Styles you are not some poor boy who I would let sleep on my couch! You're my friend. Now come on."

He suddenly threw his arms around my neck and hugged me. He said, "Thank you for all this, dickhead."

I laughed as I said, "It's my pleasure, dear asshole. Now follow me."

Styles walked behind me, rubbing his eyes all the time, and when I stopped outside the guest room, he walked into me and then tumbled backwards. Before he could fall, I took hold of one of his hands. He looked at me and said, "I'm so sorry, I'm really sleepy." I giggled and said, "It's alright bro."

I pulled him and he stood back straight. Again, his face and my face were barely inches away. We just stared at each other for a great deal of time, until I said, "You were sleepy."

"Oh, yeah. I'll go. Good night Lewis." He said and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Good night." I said and walked in the direction of my room. I lay down and fell asleep in less than a few minutes.

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Next morning, I woke up at nine in the morning, in my last night's clothes.

Fuck, that's early for a Sunday.

I was planning on sleeping for a little while longer, but I heard someone knock on my door. I supposed it was Michael. I walked up to the door and opened it.

Styles stood there, grinning and...shirtless.

"Good morning!" He said, happily and I gave him a sleepy smile. He asked, "Slept well?" I nodded and asked, "You?" He nodded and said, "Come on, breakfast's waiting."

He tugged at my hand and dragged me to the dining table. "You're gonna have breakfast shirtless?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes as he said, "Does it matter? The breakfast isn't seeing who's eating it." I decided to let the topic drop.

So, breakfast? Pancakes. We both sat opposite each other as Michael began serving us pancakes.

Once we were done, we left the dining room. Styles suddenly said, "Thank you for letting me stay the night. And now breakfast. Thank you so much." I waved a hand in front of me, saying, "Come on, it's nothing."

"What can I do to repay you for what you've done for me?" He asked. I smiled, "No worries, Styles. You're my friend after all, so it's o-" "Please. Tell me what I can do." He insisted.

"I don't know. I really don't need anything." I said and shrugged my shoulders. "But I want to do something, and repay you." He pleaded. "Uhm, what do you mean?" I asked.

"Can I give you a blowjob?" He asked, eyes glinting. I was speechless. What did he just say? I stared at him with wide eyes, as he smirked saying, "I know you're definitely single, so am I. So, I'll just help you feel better, if you'll let me."

I began debating with myself as Styles slowly began dragging me to the guest room's bathroom and...I let him. He then closed the door and got down on his knees. I still didn't say anything, thinking about the past, present and future. Then he looked up at me and asked, "Can I?"

I was in a daze, I nodded.

He immediately unzipped my jeans and fiddled with the waistband of my boxers. I hummed and he pulled it down. He immediately took me in his mouth and began working on it. too many sensations running through my body, I moaned and gripped his curls harshly.

He moaned too, but never stopped. He sucked harder and tears flowed out of his eyes, as I couldn't believe how the fuck was he able to do it like a pro.

I jerked my hips forwards and my dick hit the back of his throat, but he didn't pull away. He continued working on it as I felt my orgasm pooling at the bottom of my stomach. I said, "I'm f-fuck cl-close S-Styles, move."

He didn't move but glared at me through his teary eyes. I tried pulling him away. I gripped harshly at his curls and pushed him away but he didn't budge. I gave up and let my orgasm take over. Styles choked on it but swallowed the whole of it and only then pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me, "Well, how was it?"

"Mind blowing." I replied and he beamed proudly. I gripped at his curls harshly again, and he looked up at me with eyes blown. I said, "No strings attached, alright?" He nodded and said, "Of fucking course. Like I'm interested in you."

"Neither am I interested in trash like you." I replied, gripping his curls tighter and he moaned.

"You stinky head." He said.

"You poop head." I retaliated.

"What are you, five?" He asked and I pulled his curls harshly. "I'm twenty-five, unlike you, twenty-three." I said and stuck my tongue out at him.

He got up and looked me in the eye. He said, "You're an old grandpa."

"Why are you fighting like a three-year-old with me?" I asked him, amused. He rolled his eyes and said, "Because I despise you."

"It's likewise." I said and left the bathroom after fixing my posture.

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