for an artist you're a little afraid

Chapter 7- drunk

Because it did matter.

Not in terms of love or shit like that, Louis thought. But in terms of him being respected by Harry. For not telling anyone about his sexuality. Or maybe he had other male lovers too and it didn't matter after all?

In the end all they had was the attempt of trying to build mutual-respect (at least Louis tried that) and of course sex.

So Louis respected Harry sleeping with someone else. He wasn't the one to decide.

Two days later Harry was the one to turn up at his dorm. Louis had only opened up, when Harry's mouth was already on his, pushing him against the closed door. "Couldn't stop thinking about you when I slept with her the day before yesterday. And couldn't stop thinking about it ever since.", he mumbled quickly against Louis' lips.

They stood there, just hungrily making out for a little while not even thinking about doing something else. "You taste so fucking good.", Louis told Harry. He couldn't get enough. He loved making out.

A few minutes later he was entering Harry who leaned against the door. Kissing his neck, he whispered hot words against Harry's skin, making him moan every time he pushed deeper.

"Babe, fuck.", Harry groaned, his neck hurting as he turned it only to shove his tongue into Louis mouth. "Let me try something.", the smaller one of both said.

The sharpness of Louis tongue made Harry cry out. Harry had never felt any sensation like that. He wanted to come on the spot. And only a few strokes of Louis tongue against his hole later, he did. He was panting hard, his naked body sticky against the wall.

Regardless of his aching legs, he climbed on Louis lap, who was sitting on the floor. A month ago he maybe would have left Louis like that on the floor, but today he had something to finish.

They were making out heavily both laying naked on the floor only seconds later. Desperate for friction, Louis started rocking his hips up against Harry. He was rock hard. "My turn now.", Harry said, as he fixed Louis' hips on the ground and grinded against them. "More please.", Louis almost immediately moaned and Harry went faster.

Louis was squirming under Harry, while he kissed his neck.

He enjoyed the sex with Harry so much. He was so freaking good in bed.

...

He came like that, Harry watching his eyes close and feeling his back arch.

"Fuck me." Louis laughed and somehow Harry started laughing with him.

Harry left shortly after and as Louis went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, he still heard Harry's real genuine laugh ringing in his head. He was feeling a bit like being high. Satisfied. Even happy, maybe? Even though his belly told him not to be.

***

"How is it going?", Lottie asked, as they had dinner with his mum one week into the semester break. Louis had driven home to Doncaster as soon as he had could. He hadn't seen his family for too long. Lottie, his sister, was just about to finish high school, which is why they hadn't skyped a lot over the last weeks. They just hadn't found the time and now all of them had a lot of catching up to do. "Nice, the modeling gets easier every time. I'd say I'm used to it by now."

"Is it like in Titanic? Draw me like one of your frech girls and all?", Lottie asked and Louis couldn't hide his laughter. "It's a lot more unromantic then you think. But I'm naked, yeah.", he meant awkwardly.

"Oh I always thought that you weren't!", Louis' Mum said. " I thought you were wearing make up coloured pants or something." - "I wish." Lottie's phone started ringing. She looked at the caller ID as she said: "I gotta take that." Her smilie left her bigger brother suspicious, as she left the room.