You Don't Own Me (Larry/Larcel)

8 Glass

WARNINGS: slight sexual talk

"Louis!" Marcel shouted, a loud sound of breaking glass sounded throughout the house and a shout of 'shit' from Louis himself.

Louis had gotten annoyed with the boy so he shoved Marcel against the fridge, causing a vase to come tumbling down off of it, breaking over the floor.

Marcel whined out "My mum's favourite vase." And Louis rolled his eyes. "Glue it back together or something." He said as he looked over the small and big shards of glass that he /knew/ could not be glued back.

Marcel looked down at his own feet, then he spoke up, trying not to sound annoyed,

"I'm not wearing any shoes, how am I supposed to get passed all this glass to get the broom?" Marcel asked frantically and Louis chewed his bottom lip, and looked down at his feet clad with his black VANs.

"I'm wearing shoes." Louis spoke subtly and Marcel scoffed. "Good for you, but how am I supposed to get passe- L-Louis!"

Marcel shouted as Louis lifted his lanky frame off of the ground, carrying Marcel over the glass, Marcel's arms immediately wrapping around his neck, and his legs around his waist.

Louis stomach flipped as he gripped Marcel's thighs, and felt the youngers warm breath on his neck, and the youngers legs tight around his waist.

Louis sat Marcel down on the other side of the glass and shrugged off the giddy feeling. "Where's your broom?" He asked.

Marcel was blushing, because he actually liked how easily Louis lifted him and it made him think, it could also be that easy for Louis to hold him against a wall.
Then he was snapped out of his dirty thoughts by Louis clearing his throat.

"U-uh by the fridge." He muttered and avoided Louis gaze.
Louis noticed Marcel's flustered look and he grinned.
"Go have a seat princess, I'll clean this up." He said and lightly pushed Marcel toward the living area.

Marcel flushed pink at the pet name and went to sit on the couch, watching Louis sweep up the mess.

"You might want to be careful Louis, there's small shards an-"

"Shit!" Louis yelled from the kitchen and Marcel sighed. "I was going to say you might want to put on gloves but I guess never mind."

Louis walked in with a bloody hand and Marcel jumped up, gasping.
"Oh god! Did it cut your finger off?" He asked frantically and Louis scoffed.

"No, just a little cut. It's a lot of blood though. Clean me up?" He asked with a pouty face and Marcel quickly ran to get his first aid kit without answering.

He came back and sat Louis on the couch. "Keep your cut above your heart, it will slow the bleeding a bit and you won't have to deal with low blood pressure."

Louis cocked his head as Marcel was cleaning off the cut. "Whys that?" He asked, actually intrigued with the youngers facts.

"Well, if it's below your heart, the blood is leaving your heart and coming from the cut, making your blood pressure low. Keep it above your heart, and the blood rushes back down to it." He shrugged.

"Learned that in health, which I know you take in school." He raised an eyebrow at Louis.

"Oh, that's my nap class." Louis grinned, wincing as Marcel put the antibiotics on the wound.

"How come you are so calm with this? When your nose was bleeding, you had a panic attack." He stated and Marcel bit his lip.

"B-because it's...it's not my blood this time...like every other time." He muttered.

Louis nodded and looked down, with a feeling of slight guilt, but it went away. He couldn't feel anything towards the boy. He wouldn't let it happen.
"Oh. Well, thanks for helping me." Louis nodded and stood back up, taking the bloody tissues from Marcel's hand and throwing them away once the band-aid was on.

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"This, is an onomatopoeia, they're sounds like, 'boom', or 'crash'. Just sound words." Marcel explained and Louis cocked his head.

"Or like, 'oh', and 'mmm' yeah?" Louis said and grinned, looking at Marcel.

Marcel tugged at his collar a bit and nodded "u-uh yeah. That could be it too." He said and blushed, causing Louis to lay a hand on his knee.

"Why don't you demonstrate then?" He asked quietly and Marcel shook his head. "N-no I-I think you get the idea, haha uh, -" then Louis' hand traveled up Marcel's thigh.

"I do? Are you sure?" He asked, leaning in to touch his lips to the youngers ear.

"Why don't you make those noises for me, Marcel?" He asked, his warm breath tickling Marcel's ear, making him blush.

"L-Louis I- " he stuttered and Louis gripped Marcel's khaki clad thigh.

"You know what eating out is, Marcel?" He asked quietly and Marcel shook his head.

"Yeah but I haven't been to a restaurant in years. My mum likes home cooked meals." He grumbled and Louis scoffed loudly.

"Not that kind of eating out. I guess I will have to show you some day." Louis said and patted Marcel's thigh, then he stood up.

"But for now, I have to go." He announced and Marcel huffed.
"We barely even studied." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, how about tomorrow? We have so many weekends left, don't fret." He shrugged and grabbed his shoes, sauntering out the door.

Marcel huffed, still flustered from Louis words and a bit sad that he was leaving.

As soon as Louis left, Marcel grabbed Louis jacket, the one that he gave Marcel to stop his bleeding nose, and he held it to his chest.

It was a comfort thing for him now, when he was anxious or nervous, he just held the jacket.

As much as Marcel washed it, the blood stains didn't come out, but that didn't stop him from falling asleep every night with it on either.

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OK so that wasn't that interesting but I hope you like it anyway. OH AND I WENT TO SEE ALL TIME LOW LAST WEDNESDAY AND IT WAS SO GREAT JACK AJFKDKA ALEX ok ok I'm done. I will post another one nest Saturday and it will have some surprises ;) Just wait. Have a good day lovelies. -E