The College Experience [Larry Stylinson boyxboy]

Chapter Eleven

Author's Note: Well, look at me posting twice in a week... hopefully I can keep it up!

How's everyone doing? Is anyone watching Orange is the New Black?

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"Come on," Louis said, his eyes glimmering, stepping back from Harry, who was still pressed up against the kitchen counter.

Harry touched his fingers gently to his lips, ghosting over where Lou had been a moment ago. "Where are we going?" he asked.

Louis took Harry's hand, and held it in his, tugging Harry along past the edge of Liam's yard, "Liam has a rich neighbour," he said with a smile. "They're always away on vacation and they have a pool..." his blue eyes were flickering with life, glinting with mischief as he tugged Harry into the neighbour's backyard. There was a fence that stood around six feet tall surrounding the inground pool. Louis let go of Harry's hand and dug around near the door of the fence.

"Lou it's almost November, it'll be too cold to swim," Harry said, wrapping his flannel tighter around himself.

Louis popped up with a spare key that must have been poorly hidden near the fence. "They keep it heated all through til the end of September, it should still be at least a little warm."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Liam's been living here for a while," Louis explained with a shrug. "You learn a few things about a place over the years."

Louis quickly unlocked the door and swung the fence open.

Harry carefully slipped into the deck area, and knelt down to skim his hands in the water. It wasn't super warm, but it wasn't as cold as he was expecting it to be. He looked over and saw Louis tugging off his sweater and his shirt.

"What are you...?" Harry started, trailing off when he saw Louis' torso. He was smooth and tanned and his muscles looked hard and beautiful and Harry could see a small trail of fine hairs leading from beneath his belly button down to his jeans.

"I'm not swimming fully clothed, Hazza," Louis said with a quick smirk and a roll of his eyes. He undid the button of his jeans, and Harry forgot to look away until Louis had already started shimmying out of them. He kicked them ungracefully into a pile alongside his other clothes. Harry couldn't help but look now, and Louis was standing there in tight black boxer briefs, slipping into the pool, the turquoise water rippling gently around him.

"Are you going to join me, or...?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, I just um," Harry said. He unbuttoned his flannel with slightly shaky hands and pulled off his shirt as well. He stood in his jeans, Louis looking up at him expectantly.

"You can come in with your jeans on if you want," Louis said, "But I really doubt you want to be in wet jeans for the rest of the night."

"Just... just don't judge me okay?" Harry mumbled, fumbling out of his tight jeans. He stood in front of Louis, shivering a little in tiny grey boyshorts, trimmed with white lace. The lace at the top sat low on his hips and the bottom hem of the boyshorts barely covered the curve of his bum.

"Fuck," Louis hissed under his breath. "Get over here, please."

Harry quickly lowered himself into the pool, his body tingling with goosebumps before he could adjust to the temperature. His toes curled a little as his body tried to curve into itself to warm up against the slight chill of the water. Harry had just painted his toes his favourite shade, a faint pink by OPI called 'Bubble Bath'. Part of him hoped Louis wouldn't notice, but bigger part of him hoped that he would.

"Hey," Harry whispered, as Louis wrapped his hands around Harry's waist.

"Hi," Louis murmured, tugging Harry into a kiss.

It started off romantic and slow, but Harry was shivering a little, soaking wet and in tiny grey panties, and Louis couldn't help but lick into his mouth a little, pulling away a bit to nibble on his bottom lip.

"Fuck," Harry whined, trying to pull the older boy closer.

"Mmm," Lou murmured, sucking faint lovebites onto Harry's neck. "I bet you wanted this pretty bad, huh, sweetie?"

"Yeah," Harry whimpered. "So bad, so fucking bad, Lou, I wanted," he let out a little gasp as the older boy brushed over his nipples with the hand that wasn't on Harry's lower back. "Wanted this so bad." he finished. "Wanted you," he repeated. "Fuck, I wanted you so much, Louis."

"Do you have four nipples?" Louis asked distractedly.

"What?" Harry asked, his eyes a little glossy. He blinked slowly. "Oh, yeah, yeah I do."

Louis laughed a little. "Are you even human?"

Harry huffed out a breath and pouted. "Lou," he whined.

"Sorry," Louis smirked. He trailed his fingers up Harry's arm, and the younger boy shivered under his touch. "You cold, babe?" Louis asked.

Harry bit his lip a little and nodded.

"I can take you back inside if you wanted...?" Louis offered, his eyes trailing down to Harry's lips.

"Okay," Harry whispered, not caring that they'd literally just got in the pool moments ago, only caring about Louis... always wanting more.

The two boys got out of the pool and grabbed their pile of clothes, Louis' scattered around the deck and Harry's in a neat and folded pile.

Louis locked up the fence behind them and hid the key again, tugging on Harry's arm as he lead him back to Liam's house.

"I'll get us some towels," Louis said, once they were in the hallway. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Lou returned with two fluffy towels, which Harry quickly wrapped his torso up in, pausing to look at Louis expectantly.

"How are you doing?" Louis asked quietly.

"I'm good," Harry whispered, and tugged Louis closer by the hem of his boxers. Louis moaned a little as Harry kissed him, clearly growing frantic as he knotted his fingers in Louis' hair, his towel falling off his body, and Louis' towel neglected on the floor. "Liam's room's empty?" he asked, and Louis nodded, biting his lip, his eyes dark and wanting.

Harrry steered Louis a little down the hall until they got to a bedroom door. "Want you," Harry panted, reaching for the doorknob without looking, still focused solely on Louis's mouth... Louis' body...

"Wrong room, babe," Louis murmured, but Harry had already opened the door.

He heard a shriek as the two of them tumbled into the room, the boy on the bed looking up from his phone with alarm.

Harry blinked a few times as though he thought it were a hallucination he could shake off, before he finally addressed Liam's new roommate, dripping wet and still latched onto Louis.

"Niall?"