~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis’ request for a hookup on Temporary Fix is quickly accepted and before the week is out, he’s getting ready to meet the girl at the “no tell motel” just down the street from the bar. Before he submitted the request, he changed his preferred name to Tommo on the site, needing something nameless and detached, something to separate himself from what he’s doing. He walks there, hoping the fresh air will settle him into the right headspace. Arriving ten minutes early, he checks in and sends a message to the girl to meet him in room #29. Unlucky number, that.
He specifically requested a girl for the fix, in hopes that it may help him get his mind off Harry; but now that he’s waiting in the motel room, he isn’t sure it’s going to help. Matter-of-fact, he’s almost positive it won’t seeing as how he can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about Harry. Walking away from Harry has taken its toll on Louis, but he knows it was the right thing to do. When a knock breaks into his thoughts, Louis opens the door greeting the girl with a quiet, “Hey.”
“Hi.” She flounces into the room and removes her short, black overcoat to reveal that she is wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Naked before him in only red stiletto heels, she lets her coat fall to the floor and coos, “You’re overdressed. Get naked.”
Louis takes a deep breath, resigning himself to just getting it over with. It’s a warm hole to sink his dick into. He spends more time than necessary in removing his shirt and pants, but for some reason he can’t really entirely explain, he leaves his boxers in place against his slim hips.
“Ooh! Nipple rings.” The girl steps into his personal space, reaching out manicured fingers to touch stainless steel rings, and he immediately steps back out of her reach.
“They are off limits. Don’t touch them,” he states, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
“Aww, why not?” the girl purrs, moving forward and pressing her naked body fully against Louis’.
“Because I said so.” He steps back putting space between them again as he stifles a shudder because boobs. Not really doing it for him this time, especially since his thoughts continually drift to a long, lithe decidedly male body topped with dimples, green eyes, and long curly hair. A body that most definitely doesn’t have tits.
Disappoint flares behind her eyes, but she quickly masks it. “Whatever. Did you bring condoms?”
Louis flicks his hand idly toward the bed. “On the nightstand.”
“Let’s get to it then.” She slinks forward again, winding her hand around the back of his head and kissing along his neck down to his collarbone, the slick slide of her lipstick adding a touch of disgust to the already unappetizing feeling. Louis moves backward toward the bed, sitting when the backs of his legs make contact with the soft mattress. Well, softer than the floor anyway. What do you expect from an hourly-rate motel? The girl wastes no time in pushing him further onto the bed before crawling over him and pushing him down as she perches on his lap. “I want to ride you.”
Louis doesn’t accept or deny her request. He just wants to get through this and get Harry out of his fucking head. The girl grinds down onto him, and he finds himself struggling to get hard, even with the warm, willing body pressed over his. When the girl notices, she scoots down lower on the bed and licks along his still flaccid penis. Getting no response, not even a twitch, she asks, “What does it for you? I’ll do anything you like.” She grins mischievously before snagging his nipple ring between her fingers.
