It Takes Great Love and Courage to Trust.
Louis parked his Audi R8 in his reserved spot on level one of the under ground parking of his building. He killed the engine and sat in the car. The clock on his dashboard read seven ten in the morning. It was too early and he was too tired to even be here, to even be up at this ungodly hour. He should be at home, in bed, wrapped up around Harry! The day hadn't even started yet and he already felt mentally exhausted. He found himself longing for Harry, for days off where he didn't have to worry about work and mergers and meetings but just cuddle with his boy and do nothing but make sweet love to him. But here he was, driving himself to work because Harry preferred to be driven so he had left Angus for him today, considering last night's activities, Louis figured Harry would be tired and sore to drive himself to University. So Louis, being as whipped as he was and so taken by Harry that he knew he would do anything for him, had left Angus to drive him and had opted for driving himself to work. However, the nagging feeling inside of him that Harry was lying to him about something, festered inside of him, growing and eating at him. Still, Louis closed an eye to the nagging feeling inside of him, told it to shut the fuck up and gave Harry the benefit of the doubt because he trusted Harry. He knew Harry well enough to know that he would tell him eventually and if not, well Louis had the means to find out what was it that Harry was holding back from him.
He decided that it wouldn't hurt to just sit in his car in the silence of the still empty garage for a little while and rest his tired mind before he went up to his office and started the long day ahead. His employees won't be in till at least nine. His mind drifted back to last night, in the back seat of his Bentley when Harry had touched him there and he had let him. Louis took in a deep shuddering breath as he felt the ghost of Harry's long smooth finger rubbing circles and tapping his hole. Then the intense pressure he had applied and even though Louis had nearly lost his shit because he thought Harry was going to enter him, he had enjoyed it and had come so hard like never before, so hard that he had seen the entire galaxy and a few shooting stars behind his closed eyes. He wondered now what it would feel like to have Harry's finger inside him. Two fingers. Three fingers. Harry's dick! Louis shuddered. It was a scary thought, very scary but he found himself wanting it and he trusted Harry blindly. Could he go through with it? Could he bottom for Harry? Could he bottom for himself and get over this fear once and for all? Louis wanted to get over this fear so much. It was Harry! Harry wouldn't hurt him and Harry would be gentle and Harry would love him through it because Harry understood him and knew him. A rapping on the glass of his window made him jump violently. He looked up at the person rapping their knuckles against his window and he froze, his mouth falling slightly open.
Ryan! What the fuck was he doing here? How was he even in here? Louis quickly got out of the car and faced his ex sub, his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
'Hi Mr. Tomlinson,' Ryan told him softly, giving him a shy smile.
'What the fuck are you doing here and how did you even get past security?' Louis growled at him, foregoing pleasantries. Ryan shied away from Louis' harsh tone.
'I-I still have the security pass card that you gave me Sir for whenever you needed me here,' Ryan told him, his voice subdued, his eyes lowered just as Louis had always wanted him.
'And what the fuck makes you think I need you now? Here?' Louis barked at him. Ryan kept his gaze to the ground and it was only then that Louis realized how disgusted he felt that somebody other than Harry was submitting to him.
