Tommo The Tease

Chapter 9

Louis were brooding. He didn't really know if he really had a reason to, but he was brooding. Perhaps he just imagined the tiny nagging feeling inside him, telling him that something was a little tense between him and Harry, but he just couldn't let it go. Everything was going so well between them, everything felt just as it should. They enjoyed each others company and they missed each other when they were apart. They even had set a date for when they officially became a couple, they had been giggling like crazy while toasting from their cups of tea over the beautiful thing which was now two insanely in love boyfriends.

Despite this, Louis couldn't let this little nagging feeling go. Ever since New Year's Eve, he had over and over again, with his hands tightly gripping Harry's hair, reached the seventh heaven, he had heard his boyfriend's delicate little sounds so many times that he could just reach for them in his memory, hearing them wherever he wanted to. The delightful sounds, spanning the entire range from contented little moans to high-pitched sobs; on the verge for Louis to again be afraid that Harry would be crying, were ringing in his ears whenever he wanted, and he loved it. He saw and knew that Harry loved that they had taken their intimacy a notch further.

But.

Four weeks had passed since New Year's Eve, four weeks had passed since that amazing moment when he let emotions take over and without knowing it, had treated Harry like he wanted to be treated. Louis had lost count of how many times it had happened since. Once, they even made it on a bus empty of people apart from them and the driver, late one night, cuddling up in the very back of the vehicle. Louis had hesitated, had been so scared that the driver would notice them. But when Harry took Louis' hands and placed them gently on top of the dark curls covering his neck, chin already resting on Louis' lap, it was like the risk of being discovered made it all even better. It ended up with Louis whispering gasping out "Harry, so good, so so good... You're so good to me, you're so good..." and then came so hard that he saw stars.

What Louis however now were troubled about, was that there had never been quite the opposite. Not once had he made it just as nice for Harry, the way Harry so often did for him. The first few times, he didn't even think about it, he was so contained with how good they had it together that he probably lost a bit of his wit... but when two weeks had passed, he suddenly realized one day that he had never touched Harry's body as he touched Louis, and he was appalled! He felt like a big egoist! Everything had been so new and nervous in the beginning, they had been making out, they had been dryhumping like crazy and then Harry had taken that first step, and after that Louis had somehow been thrown into a hurricane by the never ending unreal orgasms. He had approached Harry at times, quite undramatic, as to let his hand slide a little higher up on his thigh as they sat watching a movie. But it always always ended up with Harry changing his position so that Louis could no longer reach, or sometimes he simply just got up from the sofa and with a smile that made his beautiful dimples show, would ask if Louis wanted some tea, or popcorn, or more soda or a glass of water, or whatever really...

Louis had felt a little rejected, but tried to explain it all with that Harry might still feel shy, unsure in the way he had been when they first started dating, when he asked for permission for so much. Maybe it was some of that uncertainty still remaining. Louis guessed that kind of feeling didn't just disappear.

For each day that passed though, it became harder and harder to explain Harry's avoidance behaviour with his insecurity, for he became more open, happier and more confident. Louis felt fortunate to get to follow these developments and feel that he was part of it, but it didn't match that he then never got to touch him. While they became closer and closer, Louis felt that a small piece of them slowly were drifting apart.