The Boy Across The Bay

Chapter 13

Once they arrived at Harry's door, Harry was getting impatient and grabbed Louis' hips and pressed him against the door, trapping him between the door and himself. Harry attacked his lips in a heated kiss and let out a moan which reeked of desperation.

Louis smiled into the kiss and said, "is this how you think this is going to work Hazza?"

Harry pulled away to look down at Louis' face, confused.

"You're not the one in control, love." Louis elaborated. "I am." And with that, Louis reached behind himself for the handle and opened the door, pulling Harry into the room. He dragged him to his bed, which was in the middle of the room against the west wall; it was a king sized—only fitting for a king—with a four-post bedframe. Louis pulled Harry's jacket off, along with his vest and pushed him backwards onto the silk sheets and leaned over him to capture his lips with his own. He slides one of his hands down Harry's side and stops at the hem of his shirt. He slips his fingers under and starts to glide his hand back up over his chest. He brushes his fingers lightly over Harry's nipples.

"F-Fuck-Lou. Please. Hurry," Harry moaned at Louis' touch.

Louis pinched the nub under his fingers, extracting another moan from the boy underneath him. "What is it, Hazza? Hurry what?"

"Hurry up and fuck me already!" Harry screamed a little too loudly. Hopefully nobody else heard, or they would be in serious hot water the next morning.

"Yeah?" Louis wanted to be sure Harry knew what he was asking. "I want you to be 100% sure Haz. You've never done this before and you may not want it to be with me-"

"Lou! I'm completely sure! I want it to be with you. No one else! Please..." Harry pleaded. Growing more and more desperate for Louis' touch.

"Fuck-Okay. Okay, we're really doing this?" Louis gasped.

"Yeah. We are," Harry said in almost a whisper.

"Well, we won't be needing these then; will we?" Louis gestured for both of them to completely strip out of their clothing and toss them on the floor.

"How do you want to do this?" Louis asked. He wanted to make sure this was perfect for Harry.

"Like this. I want to lay here like this if that's okay...It's more intimate." Harry shied away. His cheeks were starting to burn up, feeling slightly embarrassed for his request.

"Yeah. That's more than okay. As long as you're comfortable Hazza. That's all I care about." Louis smiled at the blushing boy and leaned down give his nose a little peck of reassurance. "Any other requests?"

Harry shook his head. "Just you, here with me, like this. This is all I need." He gave Louis a little smile.

Louis smiled back at him and nodded. "Okay. I'm just going to fetch the oil—You'll want it. Where do you keep it?" He asked the curly headed boy, while getting off the bed.

"In my armoire. Top shelf." Harry told him.

Louis nodded and opened the armoire. He grabbed the oil and made his way back to Harry on the bed. He crawled between the boy's legs and sat back on his heels as he opened the glass bottle of oil. He looked at Harry and asked, "have you ever...fingered yourself?"

Harry's eyes went wide at the sound of Louis' words. He shook his head 'no' and blushed once again.

"Mind if I...Or do you want to do it?" Louis asks.

Harry gulped and said, "I don't know how. I want you to do it." Louis nodded. Harry piped up again, "will it hurt?"

"It won't feel great at the start—but once you get used to it—it's fucking amazing. I promise. I won't let you get hurt. If you want to stop, we can." Louis said as he started to oil up his first three fingers.