Larry One Shots

Football

Harry dialed the radio station's number, anxiously tapping his foot.

Harry was trying to be the 17th caller so he could meet Louis Tomlinson. The, not to mention, gay, footballer whose game he was driving to literally this second.

"YOU ARE THE 17TH CALLER!" A voice boomed from the other end of the like.

Harry's stomach jumped. He had won!

"OH MY GOD!" Harry yelled excitedly into the phone.

The guy on the other end of the line chuckled and gave Harry the details of where and when to meet Louis.

••••

"Right through here, young man." The woman said, pointing to a door with a 17 on it. Harry took a deep breath, straightening out his brown jumper and tossing his curls.

His hand turned the knob and Harry stepped into what looked to be a locker room.

"Hello?" He called out, closing the door.

"Hey." He heard a slightly raspy voice.

Harry turned his head to see the one and only Louis Tomlinson, standing SHIRTLESS in front of him.

"U-um.. I-m Harry." He said, stuttering nervously. He could see the thin, shiny layer of sweat on Louis' toned torso. His brown hair slightly damp and all messed up.

"Hello Harry. I'm Louis." He responded, stepping closely in front of Harry.

Harry's entire body was shaking. Louis was his favorite footballer EVER. Like he is about to faint at this very moment.

"How old are you Harry?" He questioned. Harry's breath caught in his throat.

"17." He responded.

"So young... I'm 21." Louis mused his eyes trailing over the boy's torso. It seemed to be never ending.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Louis suggested. He led Harry to the wood bench in between two rows of lockers. Louis sat down next to him, their thighs rubbing together slightly.

"Um.. Good game." Harry complimented. Louis smiled at the younger boy, admiring his piercing green eyes as curly brown hair.

"I like your hair." Louis complimented, gently touching one of the brown curls that have fallen in the boy's face.

Harry blushed.

"I like your ass" Harry said under his breath.

"Sorry, what was that?" Louis asked.

"I... Said I liked your hair too." Harry tried to cover up his words, but Louis smirked.

"You sure?" He questioned. Harry nodded quickly.

"Hmmm.... I heard you say that you liked my ass..." Louis trailed off, smirking at the now blushing Harry.

"Uhh....." Harry mumbled, not sure what to say. He nearly choked on air when he felt a hand on his knee.

"Did you have fun?" Louis asked, keeping his hand on the young boy's knee.

"Uh, yeah. That goal in the fourth quarter was sick." Harry boasted, smiling at the footballer.

"Yeah, I thought it was gonna be a bit too high, so i was surprised it even went near the goal!" Louis admitted.

"Where you from?" Louis asked.

"Cheshire!" The curly haired boy replied, grinning.

"Lovely place." Louis responded.

"Yeah... I guess." Harry said. "I wish I was from Doncaster, so I could have been closer to you." Harry's eyes widened and his hand flew over his mouth when he realized what he had just said to the older boy.

"Doncaster is lovely.." Louis trailed off, his eyes inspecting the perfect features on the young boy's face.

"So.... Have you been to america?" Harry asked, becoming a bit tired with the boring small talk.

"Loads, many tournaments there." The footballer said. Harry nodded awkwardly.

"I have been to New York." Harry responded. Louis nodded, sighing a bit.

"Soo.." Louis trailed off, yet again.

Harry tapped his foot a bit harder, trying to resist the urge to rip off Louis' clothes and get fucked senseless.

"Hav.." Louis began, but Harry had already snapped.

"Just fuck me already." Harry growled, grabbing Louis by his shirt and crashing his lips on his hungrily.

Louis kissed him back, after he got over the shock of the young boy telling him to fuck him. His hands began ripping at Harry's shirt, pulling it over his head and flinin it across the room.

Harry's lips attached to Louis' neck, sucking harshly and pulling on the skin with his teeth.

"God. Harry!" Louis moaned, pushing his hips into Harry's. Harry began leaning backwards, pulling Louis on top of him.

Harry smirked and began pulling Louis' pants off swiftly, followed by his own.

"You are such a slut." Louis growled, grinding hard on the young boy. "You come here just so I can fuck you. You cock slut."

Harry groaned, grabbing Louis' ass, squeezing the cheeks.

Louis' hands prodded the waistband of Harry's tight briefs before slipping his hands inside. His hands quickly spread Harry's cheeks apart, rubbing his thumb over the throbbing hole.

"Louis!" Harry gasped. His briefs were thrown off of his ankles and soon enough, their members were rubbing against each other, creating an unholy amount of friction.

"Get inside of me!" Harry screamed. Louis shoved three fingers into Harry's mouth.

"Suck." He demanded. Louis moaned as Harry's tongue ran over his fingers, sucking on them. He pulled the fingers out of the boy's mouth and ran a wet trail down to Harry's entrance.

Harry groaned as he felt a slick finger push into his entrance.

"You are so.. Ungh!" Louis moaned, pumping his finger. Harry grasped onto Louis' biceps, his fingers digging into the skin.

"Fuck!" Harry cried out as Louis added a second and third finger.

"I'm ready Lou." Harry gasped. He groaned at the empty feeling when Louis pulled his fingers out. Louis slung the boy's leg's over his shoulder's and lined his cock up with the tight ring of pink muscle.

"Are you sure?" Louis asked, staring at the boy.

Harry nodded.

"Fuck! Louis!" Harry screamed as Louis plunged his un lubed dick into his ass. White hot pain shot up his body as he pushed back on Louis.

"Faster!" Harry begged.

Louis' brows furrowed and he licked his lips as he slammed into Harry harder, the only sounds being Harry's string of continuous moans, Louis groaning and the sound of their bare skin slapping.

"You are gonna make me come without even jacking me off!" Harry breathed. That simple sentence sent Louis over the edge, squirting hot ribbons of cum into the younger boy.

"Harry!" Louis screamed. The feeling of Louis' cum in his ass sent Harry squirting his own load over his and Louis' toned stomachs.

Louis slowly slid out of Harry.

"Best fuck ever." Louis breathed, kissing Harry passionately.

"Fuck that was so hot." Harry gushed.

"My next game is on saturday." Louis said, smirking.

"Oh, don't you worry, I will be there." Harry responded with a wink.