BLUSHING//L.S.

Chapter XXII

While Harry walked to school the next morning, he couldn't stop fidgeting with his hands, hidden in the pockets of his sweater. He hadn't slept a single minute that night, thoughts of Louis filling his mind at any given moment. He just couldn't stop replying over and over again the way that Louis had fucked him, laying in the soft green grass, just them and the lullaby sang by the trees that were moving with the light breeze. For once he didn't have an ounce of regret for what had happened: he knew that it was the right thing, and he couldn't have had his first time with anyone else. Louis was perfect: he was rough and delicate at the same time, reassuring Harry for taking him so good but also knowing the right things to say to make him blush and feel naughty.

But besides all these thoughts that were making Harry's stomach twirl, there was something else that kept popping up in the back of his mind, a thought he didn't want to listen to but couldn't avoid: he was scared for Louis. He hadn't heard from him since he dropped him off at the dormitory and he was worried sick about Louis going back to his father. The anxiety was corroding him as he kept wishing that Louis wouldn't have any new bruise that morning.

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Around lunch time Harry headed towards the canteen: he hadn't seen any of the boys yet and he was felling bored, his only wish for the lessons to be over so he could go back to his room and rest, the lack of sleep now heavy on his eyelids. He was hoping to see Zayn: they hadn't talked yet, since he stormed in the room and found out about him and Lou, and he knew for a fact that if there was someone who could help him navigate to understand those new feelings, it was him.

As he walked toward the entrance, his eyes were caught by a certain boy, as always leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette: with only a glance, Harry knew that something was off. Louis was a mess: a black hoodie on, stained with God knows what, and ruffled hair. His eyebags were coloured with a new shade of purple, making the blue of his eyes stand out.

-Hi...- the little boy whispered, getting closer.

Louis didn't answer, taking yet another drag from his cigarette and then throwing it on the ground.

-Come with me- he then said, moving his hand to gesture Harry to follow him. And Harry did, no questions slipping from his mouth. He would have followed Louis anywhere.

They walked away from the canteen, no words exchanged, and Louis leaded him towards the gym. The place was empty, since everyone was having lunch, and the only audible noise was their footsteps as they went in the locker room.

As they got in, Louis closed the door behind Harry, trying to avoid making any noise, and soon he was on his lips, sucking and biting harshly as the little boy tried to keep up with his pace.

-Lou...Lou too tight- Harry whined, referring to the hand that was wrapped around his wrists.

-Shut up...- he replied, soon going back to kissing him. Harry sighed and started kissing him back, trying to ignore the burning sensation and the flavour of weed he could clearly feel in Louis' mouth. He felt tears pricking in his eyes, but not because of pain. He knew that Louis was stoned in that moment, so there wouldn't be any intimate complicity. There would be no sharing, no sweet pecks on each other lips or soft caresses.

But Harry was okay with it: he loved this side of Louis too. The side that probably needed love the most.

Louis snatched off Harry's sweater in a fast motion, gripping it from the ends. Soon his cold hands were wondering around the little boy's torso, sending shivers down his spine and making him blush with desire.

- Has my baby been thinking about my dick pounding into you yesterday? - he whispered, his voice slightly shaky –Mh? Been thinking about the way you cried and begged me to make you cum? - .

Harry closed his eyes, his breath now heavy and his dick already throbbing in his tight jeans.

-Yes Lou... yes, I thought about it...- he admitted shily, lowering his stare because he lacked the courage to look into those deep blue eyes.

-Mhh.. And did you touch yourself like a little slut or were you a good boy? - he asked, his voice raspy and his right hand on Harry's dick, brushing so slightly against the rough material of his jeans.

-Good...I was good...- Harry gasped, air missing from his lungs, stolen by Louis. And he wasn't lying, he desperately wanted to touch himself that night, but the mere thought of Louis not being there to degrade him a little had stopped him.

-Good boy. Then maybe you do deserve a reward...-

-Yes, yes please Lou...- Harry pleaded, involuntarily pushing against his hand for more friction.

-Now stop being greedy Harry- he scolded him, taking away his hand and pulling on his hair, enough for Harry to whine. -Stop being a whore...- he said, suddenly turning Harry so he would face the wall, and slapping his ass a couple times.

The little boy gasped at first, but soon a moan filled the room. The slight burning left on his cheeks with each slap was turning Harry on in ways he didn't know were possible.

-Does my baby need a spanking to be reminded of his place? - Lou asked, sarcasm dripping heavily from his words, making Harry squirm out of embarrassment.

He didn't know what to say: asking for it would be humiliating, but deep down he did want Louis to hit him. He loved to walk on the thin line between pain and pleasure and being with Louis meant constantly doing it. Physically and emotionally.

-Answer me Harry- Louis said, voice stern. He really wanted the little boy to feel the shame of asking for it, and he was willing to just walk away if he didn't answer.

-Yes Lou...-

-Yes what? What do you need? - he kept teasing. Harry took a deep breath, his cheeks now on fire from embarrassment, but his dick throbbing and probably already leaking with pre-cum.

-Please Lou, spank me... I was greedy and I want you to remind me of my place...- he finally found the courage to say, the sinful words making him moan and contort his face in pleasure even if Louis wasn't even touching him yet.

-As you wish baby boy – Louis whispered, before starting to land slap after slap on his ass.

Harry started trashing around, the older boy holding him from his wrists. The bliss he felt with each spank was something he would have never even thought about.

As Louis kept going, taking small breaks just to bite his neck or pull his hair, Harry felt hot tears run down his cheeks and soon he was a sobbing mess.

-Lou...God...I'm-I'm gon..- he tried to say between tears, but the sentence was abruptly stopped by a loud moan and soon Harry was coming, hot cum staining his jeans. Louis chuckled slightly, trying to hide the fact that he was as surprised as Harry. He knew he had power over him, but he didn't know he had this much.

-You're such a slut...- he said, caressing his face softly and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, as Harry kept panting slightly.