Larry Stylinson | Fanfics

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Written by: paynofile

Summary:

Harry is bored at work, and what better way to relieve boredom than a little visit from his boyfriend?

Work Text:

The hum of the air conditioner and the buzz of distant street noise filled the office as Harry stared blankly at a spreadsheet. He shifted his head from one arm to the other, blinked a few times, and groaned. He'd been trying to make sense of this budget for over an hour, but the damn thing was terribly unorganized. Making a mental note to ask Chris what was up with these numbers, he closed the file and checked the clock on the wall: just barely one. Harry sighed and looked back at the computer, glancing through his email. This job was sucking the life out of him, he thought, as he opened up another contract that needed editing. After skimming the first couple sentences, it was clear he needed a brain break before he could take this on. He quickly pulled out his phone and he saw that he had a text from Louis. Harry grinned, unlocking his phone and quickly reading the message:

"bored?"

He texted back immediately: "yeahh work is so bleh"

The response came quickly, Louis' picture popping up beside the text: "can I swing by? Maybe have a little fun xx" immediately followed by "oh and by fun I mean pizza and polite conversation u dirty boy ;)"

Harry chuckled, knowing that the pizza could be the beginning, but it would probably end with some other kinds of fun if he said yes, and that was actually not such a good idea in this case, seeing as he was pretty new here and not too sure about the soundproofing. Then again, he could so easily picture Louis' compact, muscular body strewn across his desk like paperwork, his abs slick with... Okay, maybe Harry would really like Louis to come over. He considered for a second and sent back "ok... but you'll have to sneak up. not sure if ur allowed in here. and no funny business!!"

All Louis sent him back was "mission accepted. See you soon"

Harry couldn't focus now, although he really did try. Work was a no-go, the letters and numbers all just blurred into lines that reminded him of Louis' eyelashes and then he got to thinking about those bright blue eyes, and that perfect mouth, and how much he'd like to have his mouth on it right now and well, before long he'd completely forgotten what he was trying to focus on. He paced around the tiny room, stared out the window at the rainy day outside, and even tried to do some yoga (which didn't go very well. Harry realized quickly that he actually only knew the tree pose, despite Louis' desperate attempts to get him into it) but he couldn't help thinking about Louis, anticipating his arrival. Harry treasured every moment he spent with the smaller man tucked in his arms or playing with his hair or, well, other things... He let his mind wander to last night, the way Louis' body felt against him, inside him, the sound of his voice as he egged Harry on, always teasing. Louis was the dirty one out of the two of them, and Harry was always ready to go along for the ride no matter where it took them. Louis was adorable and funny, but once you got in the sack with him he meant business; just the way Harry liked it.

He was still lost in his reverie, trying to sit in lotus position, when Harry heard a tap at the door. He jumped up and tiptoe-ran to the door, squeezed it open a crack, just enough to see a bright blue eye and the hint of a fringe, and then flung it open, pulling his boyfriend inside. They collapsed on the floor in a giggling fit after Harry had closed the door, and as Louis extracted himself from the tangle Harry got his first real glance at what Lou had on.

"Um boobear..."

"Yes babe?"

"What exactly are you wearing?" Harry was still on the floor, looking up at Louis with a childish grin as Louis unpacked the pizza.