Baby, We're Fireproof

Chapter 27

Louis' Pov

I slowly move my lips against theirs as I use one hand to hold their arms above their head and the other to trail down their stomach.

Their sweet moans are quickly swallowed up as I make out with them.

"Oh god Louis." Harry moans.

"Mhh, you like that baby boy?" I trail my hand up his chest and lightly wrap my hand around his throat. I don't apply any pressure but Harry moans anyway. "Answer me."

"Y-Yeah." He squeezes his eyes shut.

He's laying in my bed with only boxers on while I'm still fully dressed. Just showing how much power I have over him right now.

"Want me to make you feel good baby? Wanna feel so good you're screaming in pleasure?"

Harry's breath picks up. "Please." He nods desperately.

I press one last hard kiss to his lips before leaning back on my knees and slowly dragging his boxers down his long legs. Fuck his legs are hot.

His hard cock slaps against his stomach as I throw the boxers off to the side. I move his legs so they're spread open and his feet are flat on the bed. I lean down and starts pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs.

He doesn't seem to notice as I grab the lube that was sitting next to me and quickly apply some to my fingers before entering one into him.

He sucks in a sharp breath as his right leg jerks out at the sudden pleasure. I smirk.

I also apply some to my other hand and slowly start jerking him off. Now that got him in a state.

His head's thrown back, eyes screwed shut. His mouth is agape, small pants and moans escaping out of it. His breathing is heavy and his legs are shaking slightly.

I tease his slit my the tip of my thumb and press another finger into him, and another and another. Right as he looks like he's about to cum, I let go of him altogether. Causing him to whine.

"No, Louis please -"

"Relax baby. I'm not finished with you yet." I make quick work of pulling my shirt, pants and boxers off. I'm so fucking hard right now and haven't even touched myself.

I roll a condom on and line my tip up with his entrance before slowly pushing in.

He winces at the stretch, so to distract him I start pumping him again. Which definitely works. I wait until he gives me permission to start thrusting before I begin to wreck him.

Fuck, he's tight. It feels so good.

"H-Harder Louis." Harry pants.

"Harder? You want me to go harder baby? Want me to completely wreck you?" I whisper, leaning down near his ear.

Harry silently nods, and that's all I need.

I grab ahold of his hips before relentlessly thrusting into him as hard as I could. He lets out a high pitched gasp.

I groan at the tightness. Holy shit, I don't think I'm going to last very long.

I find his prostrate and start hitting that with every thrust. Harry lets out little "uh uh uhs" as I keep going until an idea comes to mind.

I pull out of him. "Sit on my lap and ride me." I pant.

Harry quickly nods and positions himself above my dick before slowly sliding down on it.

He starts rising up and down on it as I thrust up to meet him. And he honestly looks so fucking good like this, fucking himself on my cock.

I notice his hand sneaking up towards his nipples so I slap it away.

"No, these are mine." I take my hands off his hips and start rolling his nipples in-between my fingers as well as pinching them. If it's even possible, he starts getting louder.

I can feel my lower stomach start to clench up and I can tell Harry's is doing the same, meaning we're both close to coming.

"Come Harry, do it."

He looks at me with teary eyes, and right before we both cum he stutters out some words.

"I-I love y-"

"LOUIS! WAKE UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

I sit up with a small gasp, breathing heavy. I quickly look around and notice I'm in my room. Alone.

Fuck, did I just have a wet dream... About Harry?

I look down not only to see a massive dent in my shorts but a pillow that I must have been rubbing against.

Holy fuck.

"Louis?" I hear my mum knock again.

"Uh, yeah. Coming." I yell out truthfully. She didn't have to know that I ment litterly.

I push the bedsheets back and quickly rush into my ensuite bathroom. My bedroom door's locked so I don't worry about shutting the door. I quickly strip off my clothes and jump in the shower. Originally I was thinking off just hoping the cold water will help my dick calm the fuck down. But I'm so close to the edge that I may as well finish. Otherwise it's just gonna be painful. I do what I need to do in the shower, and if thinking of Eleanor didn't work so I thought back to my dream to climax then no one needs to know that.

I throw on a pair of joggers and a black tee shirt before brushing my teeth, doing my hair and rushing out the door.

On the drive to school all I could think about is what the fuck did that dream mean?

Why did I have a fucking wet dream about Harry? The same guy I was trying to kill not that long ago?

And why did I like it so much? So much so that thoughts of fucking Eleanor while I was in the shower just made my dick start going soft.

It all felt very real. It felt like I was actually there with Harry. And right at the end of my dream, was he going about to say 'i love you'?

If the whole dream was spured on just because I was a horny teenager then why did that happen?

I'm so fucking confused.