Larry One Shots

teach me

"Lou, quit throwing popcorn at me. It's distracting me from the movie," Harry pouts.

The two boys were sat on opposite sides of Louis' couch, watching some animated Disney film about princesses. Usually, Louis would be content sitting with Harry and watching films of his choice, but he was restless. His best friend scrunching his nose at him every time he flicked a kernel of popcorn at him was just simply more entertaining.

"Lou, come on," Harry whines three kernels later.

"Say please," Louis says, flicking another piece.

"Lou."

He flicks another piece.

"Okay, okay!" Harry squeals, shielding himself with his hands. "Please stop throwing popcorn at me. When the movie's over, we can watch something else if you'd like," Harry says.

Louis sighs and sits on his hands. "All right. You can choose the next one," he says. "Just no princesses this time. You should have some kind of limit, yeah?"

Harry just smiles at him with his dimples and turns back to the movie, snuggling into the couch.

--

As soon the movie runs the credits, Harry yawns.

"Tired, Hazza?" Louis asks.

Harry nods and rubs his eyes. He looks like a kitten with his curls all astray, Louis thinks.

Louis' mom works the night shift at the hospital on the weekends and Harry comes over so he isn't lonely, but also because they genuinely enjoy each others company. It's been an ongoing thing for a year now. Harry goes home with him every Friday night, goes to school with him every Monday morning. It's become a routine.

Just like when Louis says, "C'mere," and holds out his arms to him. It's just routine.

Harry crawls over to him, nudging between his legs on the couch and cuddling his face into Louis' neck. Louis moves them to a laying position where his back rests on the arm of the couch, and Harry's laying on top, his head resting on his shoulder.

"Warm," Harry mumbles, already drifting off.

Louis chuckles, wrapping his arms around him. "Go to sleep, Haz."

And he does.

--

Louis wakes up a few hours later because he's hot and sweaty and he hears little whimpering noises.

He's not sure what's going on, he thinks maybe he's left the TV on or something. But - oh. His eyes snap open. Oh.

The whimpers are coming from Harry.

He's still got his head buried in his shoulder, but his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are parted slightly, making little 'mph' noises.

He's also humping against Louis' leg.

And, okay, Louis thinks this isn't so weird. His friend is just having a wet dream, it happens. He thinks he'll just let Harry ride it out, cum, and maybe afterwards he'll wake him up and tell him what happened. Yeah, okay.

It's been five minutes and Harry's still humping against him, and well, Louis' grown uncomfortably hard in his trackies. Harry's moaning out something that Louis can't quite make out, and he doesn't quite care at this point. He just wants to escape to the toilet to have a quick wank, and come back like everything that just happened, didn't. He decides he can't take much more of this.

He puts a hand on Harry's shoulder and shakes gently, hoping to wake him up and still his hips.

Harry's eyes flutter open and he looks at Louis with blown out pupils. "Lou?" he says, his voice raspy.