Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 26

Tuesday night I text Harry to see if he's up. He didn't sleep over last night, simply because my dad needed some well deserved time with his children. It was really nice to just watch movies until we fell asleep in the living room. It was something we used to do a lot before our mom died, but it hasn't exactly been a regular occurrence since then.

I was supposed to tutor Harry after school, but he didn't sleep well last night, so he needed a nap. I wanted to come with and take a nap with him, but I had homework to deal with, so I've spend all afternoon not napping. And now it's half past midnight, so I send Harry a text because I'm unusually horny.

I wait patiently for a response. "I need you, baby, so text me back."

I flinch slightly when my phone rings, smiling when I see Harry's name on my screen. I bite my lip when I pick up, then open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off before I can do so.

"Are you okay?"

I smile at his concern—and the sound of his voice. "I'm fine, Haz."

"Then why aren't you sleeping yet?"

I take a breath, trailing a hand down my stomach. "I'm horny."

He's quiet for a few seconds. "Really?"

"I was thinking about you."

"Is that so?"

"Mmm."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Not yet."

"Are you naked?"

"No, I have boxers on."

"Take them off."

I put my phone on speaker, then reach down to do as he tells me to. "They're off."

"Then tell me what you were thinking about."

I blush furiously, thankful that he can't see me. "I was thinking about your mouth... on my cock."

"And?"

"And how much I want you to suck me off again. I was thinking about letting you eat me out, letting you..."

"Letting me what?"

"I want..." I trail off, letting my fingers brush over the head of my cock, allowing a shaky moan to slip out.

"Hands off, baby."

I whimper in response, but move my hand away. "Fuck."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

I close my eyes. "I want you to fucking ruin me."

Harry groans into the phone. "Fuck, you did not just say that."

I can't believe I just said that either, but it makes me blush even harder. "Are you getting hard, Haz?"

"I already am."

"I want... can I touch myself?"

"Mmm, go ahead."

I let my fingers tease the tip, smearing out the precum before I wrap my around my length. I drag my hand up and down, slowly at first, then a little faster. "Harry, I wanna see you."

He doesn't hesitate before he turns the call to FaceTime instead. I turned the idea down instantly when he suggested it after sending me dirty notes in class, but I don't feel as embarrassed as I thought I would. His camera is facing his face, though, but I notice the way he's biting his lip, the way his eyes are a few shades darker than usual.