Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Fifteen: Phone Call

Harry stayed in his seat, shaking his head quickly. "No." He mumbled.

Louis quirked a brow, "It's not a choice. Get out before you make it worse." He tapped his fingers across the car door.

Harry sighed and slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, sliding out hesitantly. "Louis.." He trailed, unsure what exactly Louis wanted to do.

Louis shrugged and grabbed his wrist, "Come." He said, now walking towards the cabin.

Harry groaned, "What are you going the do? You're scaring me." He said softly.

"I like it better when people are scared, so I'm doing this right. Just shut up." He pushed the door open, smirking now.

Harry frowned, seeing a mess of beer bottles, old blunts, fags scattered across the floor, an old mattress, and just plain trash.

"Do you stay here?" Harry asked, scoffing.

Louis chortled and nodded, "How'd you guess?" He pushed Harry down onto the mattress.

Harry squeaked and then huffed, "Stop pushing me around!" He yelled.

Louis glared at him and took off his jacket, tossing it on the floor.

Harry gulped, "You know.. Instead of raping me, you could just ask and maybe I would've said yes.." He said quietly.

Louis shrugged, taking off his shirt, exposing his abs.

Harry's eyes trailed down to them, biting his lip. He was honestly excited now. He wanted Louis to rape him. Which would just be sex, but still.

Louis unbuckled his pants and slid them down, "Strip, stupid." He said when he noticed Harry was just staring.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Harry mumbled, sliding off his shirt. "Why'd you drive way over here to do this?"

Louis was silent for a moment as he kicked his pants aside, just in his boxers now. "This is my own hangout place. I never show people or tell people about this place, so you better not tell. You're not special just because I told you about this place either, so don't get too excited."

Harry shrugged, stripping to his boxers. "Now what?" He asked.

Louis stripped from his own boxers and smirked. "Suck me off." He said.

Harry tried not to smile, nodding and slowly going over to Louis, staying on his knees. He wrapped his hand around his length and blushed, looking up at Louis.

Louis quirked a brow, waiting.

Harry slowly licked the slit, heart besting fast. He was glad he was able to do this. Skipping school wasn't so bad after all. He got to suck off this hot jock and possibly have sex with him. Where are the cons for these pros?

Louis moaned slightly, pushing his hips forward.

Harry took that as a 'keep going' and immediately took the head of Louis's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking.

Louis's phone began ringing but he ignored it, pushing his hips forward more in Harry's mouth. He wanted more than just a stupid tease even though it felt amazing already.

Harry hummed to send vibrations and swirled his tongue around before starting to bob his head in a synchronized pace.

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Niall huffed, pacing back and forth in the locker room. Where the hell did Louis go? He was supposed to bring Harry back here ten minutes ago. He dialed Louis's number, rolling his eyes when it went to voicemail. Louis fucking promised he'd brig Harry here so they could discuss the certain thing they have been talking about for a while. Louis lied. That fucking prick.