~*~ Harry (continued) ~*~
The end of February comes sooner than Harry would like. Isn’t that how it always goes though when it comes to something you dread. He packs his bags with slow movements, anxiety settling heavily into his stomach. He hasn’t been as sick this time, but Louis has been a huge help with making sure he eats while also providing him safety, comfort, and security in his everyday life. Gemma is driving, so at least Harry won’t be alone on the trip even if his dad did email him last week to inform him that he would be seeing to Rayne. The thought makes his stomach turn.
Louis and Harry have spent the last month with Dylan providing them updates two and three times a week. From what Dylan has gathered, Rayne plans to fuck Harry this upcoming weekend. She stopped taking birth control and is hoping to get pregnant. He wasn’t able to get many details without drawing attention to himself, but Dylan told them a large sum of money is involved if she can provide a positive pregnancy test. The amount increases if she can prove that the baby is Harry’s.
Harry relaxes when Louis comes up behind him, wrapping him safely in his arms. “You’ve got this, love. Gemma will be with you, and I’ll only be a phone call away.”
Louis mouths at Harry’s shoulder, nipping lightly, and Harry moans. “God, Lou. Do it.”
Louis pulls back and trails his fingers over the marks already adorning Harry’s neck. “You like my marks on you.”
“I do. Please,” Harry begs. “Do it.”
Louis latches onto the tender skin near Harry’s the base of Harry’s neck and sucks until it is a dark purple, licking over it and repeatedly pressing the barbell of his tongue piercing into it. The feelings it sends coursing through Harry are nearly his undoing. “I want to watch you come,” Louis whispers.
“Now?” Harry turns to face Louis.
Shaking his head, he brushes his hand over Harry’s denim covered erection with an almost imperceptible touch. “When you get back.”
“Okay,” Harry exhales with a stuttered breath.
Gemma arrives midday to pick up Harry. She hugs Louis after they load the car with Harry’s bags and slides into the driver’s seat leaving the boys to say goodbye. Harry turns to Louis, tears already pouring down his face.
“I’ll see you in two days, baby. If you need me, call. Anytime. Don’t overthink it. Just do it,” Louis instructs as he wipes the tears from Harry’s cheeks with his thumb.
“I miss you already,” Harry tells him.
“Me, too. Now, kiss me before you go.” Louis reaches up and meets Harry’s mouth with his, tongue demanding entrance and sliding against Harry’s. The kiss progresses leaving them both panting for more when they finally pull apart. Louis presses several more soft kisses to Harry’s lips before lowering himself down off his tiptoes. “Fuck, Hazza. The things you do to me. Go before I change my mind and drag you to my room to have my wicked way with you.”
“You aren’t making this any easier,” Harry whines.
“Not exactly trying to.” Louis smiles mischievously. He kisses him chastely a final time and opens the car door, ushering Harry inside. When the door shuts, Harry places his palm against the glass of the window. Louis lines up his hand to match on the outside of the glass before stepping back and knocking on the top of the car.
