Winning State

Losing

"Hey, man, the guys are all going to Zaxbys, you going?"
Louis grimaced, fighting back the urge to punch him in the face.
"No, I'm not going, you fucking idiot, we just lost our game. Aren't you mad they cheated?"
Trey responds with a shrug of his shoulders, "Shit happens."
Louis storms off, his soccer bag in his hands, when his phone starts vibrating in his pocket.
"Hello?"
"Hey, big boy." Louis knew that voice.
"Hey, Harry," Louis smiled, seeming to forget about his big loss.
"I'm home. Alone. And I heard you lost your game."
"Don't bring that up. I'm coming over. Be ready."
"Yes, master," Louis chuckled with that. Harry always seemed to know what to say after a bad day.
Louis drove to Harbor Drive as fast as he could and pulled into Harry's driveway. Harry opened the door with a smirk on his face.
"Hey, sexy."
"How much time do we have?" Louis asked.
"Plenty, now get over here," Harry says as he grabs Louis by his shirt and pulls him in the door. Louis reverses the action and slams Harry on the wall, their lips hovering over each other's.
"Damn, I see you're not mad."
"The ref gave it to the other team. That was our second to last game. We can't risk losing it all because of some motherfucker that can't do his job."
"True that."
One second passed by and they were on top of each other, tearing the shirts off their backs. Harry's hand scratched down Louis' back, and he let out a yelp that turned into a growl.  Harry took Louis' hand and led him to his room upstairs.
"Get on your knees."
"Okay."
Louis bent down and made sure to slowly unbutton Harry's jeans to drag them down with him.
His smooth hands went to Harry's rough skin, the complete opposite of himself. Harry has always been a bad boy, and maybe that's why he was so turned on by him.