I Dare You // Larry AU

Chapter Two

Louis sighs. "Fine. I accept."

Harry falters for a minute, the smirk dropping from his face, giving Louis an opportunity to shove him away and onto the bed.

He climbs on top of him, unbuttoning Harry's shirt and trousers, pulling the clothes off of him.

He wants to get this over with as quickly as possible.

Harry suddenly has lube and a condom out of nowhere. Louis raises an eyebrow.

"What? Never heard of being prepared?" Harry shrugs. "Keep it in my sock."

"What the fuck..." Louis mutters, grabbing the lube out of Harry's hands.

Harry spreads his legs, moving to lean against the pillows.

Louis mentally curses himself for getting into this situation, then drizzles some lube on his finger and starts opening Harry up.

It's a somewhat strange experience, one that he definitely doesn't want to relive.

Eventually Harry's getting impatient, and kicks Louis in the side. "Hurry up!" He snaps.

Louis rolls his eyes, purposefully taking his time as he rids himself of his clothes, rolling the condom down his cock.

He moves towards Harry, placing himself between the boy's legs, positioning himself.

"You still have time to turn the dare down." Harry says, a smirk on his face. 

Louis rolls his eyes, before thrusting sharply into Harry, breaching him. The boy moans, jolting a bit, and the smirk falls from his face.

"Jesus fucking-" Harry says. Or rather moans.

He waits a minute, knowing that Harry'll need a few moments to adjust.

Then, he begins thrusting into Harry at a brutal pace, not really caring if he hurts the other boy.

He cares a little. But not enough to slow the pace down. Like, at all.

Harry's long legs wrap around his waist, forcing him deeper, and he's properly nailing his prostrate with every thrust.

Moans and whimpers fall in a constant stream from Harry's red bitten lips, precum bubbling from the tip of his dick.

A sheen of sweat covers his chest, and his face and torso are flushed red, hair tangled and messy, the baby hairs stuck to his forehead with sweat.

His eyes are screwed shut, mouth wide and slack. His thighs tremble, his breathing is heavy, his chest is heaving.

And Louis continues to fuck into him so roughly that he probably won't be able to walk tomorrow.

Eh, who cares.

***

Louis wakes up trapped beneath a strong tattooed arm, a loud snoring in his ear.

"What the fuck?" He mumbles, noticing his lack of clothes a second too late.

He looks blearily, noticing a curly head right next to him.

No. No no no no no no. NO NO NO NO NO.

Why the actual fucking fuck is he in a bed with Harry Styles, naked?

"Harold!" He whisper yells urgently, hitting Harry aggressively with a cushion. "Harry! Fucking wake up!"

Harry startles awake, blindly pushing at Louis. "What? What do you fucking want?" He grumbles, burying his head into the pillow.

"Why are we naked?! And why are you in my bed?" Louis exclaims, and Harry groans.

"You woke me up for that? I don't give a flying fuck if you're having a crisis, I'm tired." He sasses, and Louis slaps him, earning a sigh. "I dared you to fuck me, you fucked me. We fell asleep. End of fucking story. Alright? Can I sleep now?"

And that's when Louis freaks the fuck out. "I FUCKED YOU?"

Harry winces, stumbling to his feet, limping awkwardly. "Yeah, you did. Now stop yelling, I'm going to bed, idiot." He says, and limps out of the room.

Louis can't believe he's done this. He... He fucked his mortal enemy. And if that wasn't bad enough, he fucked his step brother.

Oh fuck.

Why did he accept the stupid dare? Is his fucking reputation worth to him more than his... Pride? Self-worth?

Ew. He smells like sex and Harry.

He groans, stumbling to his feet and heading to the shower.

***

"Lewis." Harry says, nodding as he walks into the kitchen. Harry is standing at the stove, stirring a pot. "You hungry?"

"Why do you care? You're probably gonna try to poison me." Louis grumbles. Annoyingly, the food smells delicious.

"Oh fuck off. Got an ok shag, not gonna poison you." Harry snorts, glancing over his shoulder at Louis.

"Ok? I'm fucking great." Louis scoffs, throwing an orange at Harry's back. It hits him, hard, and Harry hisses in pain.

"You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. And stop throwing fruit at me, from what I've been told you can't cook, so if I don't feed you you'll die." Harry says. "Which, while preferable, wouldn't end well for me, now would it? Now, where's the plates? Unless you'd rather I dump this spaghetti on your head?"

Louis rolls his eyes. "Cupboard next to the dishwasher. Don't use the floral ones, they're for fancy occasions only."

Harry nods, wandering over to the cupboard and grabbing two plates, and grabbing the cutlery on the way back.

A few minutes later he sets a steaming plate in front of Louis, laden with spaghetti bolognese.

Harry sits opposite Louis.

"Why did you dare me to do that?" He asks, and Harry blinks at him a minute before answering.

"It was a stupid idea, it was sort of a joke. Never expected you to accept." He says, wiping his hand on a napkin. "I mean, I wasn't about to turn down a free fuck, so."

"How do you know it was free?" Louis asks, slightly indignant.

"Well, you're far too young to be prostituting yourself, Louis." Harry mock scolds. "What would your mother say?"

"What would your mother say when I tell her you made me fuck you?" Louis asks.

"Touché." Harry chuckles. "I just realised- I can't make your mum jokes anymore."

"Because she's your step-mother?" Louis asks, shovelling a forkful into his mouth.

"Bingo. Well done, Boobear." 

Louis throws the nearest thing he has at Harry, which just so happens to be a glass of water.

It bounces off of his head, soaking him in the process, shattering on the ground.

"Oh my fu-" Harry says, standing up in shock. There's a crunch, and Harry starts yelling every obscenity under the sun at him, before hobbling out of the room.

Louis chuckles, just continuing to eat.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" Harry roars from the other side of the house.

"GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!" Louis responds, chuckling.