Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER TWENTYTHREE: ROCK ME

Sliding his hand from around Louis' neck into his fluffy hair, Harry grips tightly, pulling his head back. Looking directly into Louis' lust-blown eyes and using his free hand, Harry pushes louis' hips backward against the cold wall. Louis inhales sharply, his dick jumping at what's to come. Spinning him around, Harry moulds himself to Louis' back, naked skin touching from shoulder to ankle. The pleasure so anticipated already feels so good. Harry's mind starts to race.

Was he really here? Was this really happening? He could feel Louis against him; this was real.

A small smile danced across his lips as he wound his arms around Louis' waist. Louis' breathing became heavier with each passing second. It was the breathing of a man who had gotten his way and was finally getting what he deserved, but Harry didn't want it to happen like this. This wasn't what he wanted, not how he planned to have Louis for the first time.

Harry leaned closer to Louis' ear, whispering, "I don't share."

His hand was back in Louis' hair, yanking his head back to expose the long column of Louis' throat.

Louis begged quietly on repeat, "Please, Harry, please."

Harry removes his hands from Louis and steps away from him. "No."

Taking a large step back, Harry breathes deeply, trying to calm himself down. This can't happen, not like this.

"Harry, what the fuck do you mean, no?"

Releasing another slow breath, Harry looks up at Louis and sees the desperation on his face; he can see the underlying confusion mixed with anger.

"Am I not good enough for you, popstar? Don't have the right assets for you? No boobs, no vagina. Are you scared?"

Harry looks at Louis in confusion; why would he want a female? Does Louis not know he's as gay as they come?

"Louis, don't do that."

Scoffing, Louis rolls his eyes, "Don't do what, Harry? Take your rejection personally? You had me pinned against the wall two seconds ago, and now your soft and don't want anything. Fuck you, Styles."

Louis stomps over to the bed, grabbing the covers and ripping them off.

"If you don't do it for me, I'll find someone who will."

Louis wraps himself delicately in Harry's bed sheets, gives Harry a dark look, and stomps towards the door.

"Walk out that door, Louis, and you won't step foot in one of my shows again. Your little game will be over."

Louis laughs, "I've seen what you do on stage, Harry; it doesn't impress me much. I've also seen the sad excuse you call a penis, so I would rather miss out on that. Your narcissistic tenancy can kiss my fat ass."

Harry and Louis stood opposite each other, their eyes locked, each waiting for the other to make the next move. The air crackled with tension, filled with an undercurrent of aggression and sexual energy. Both men were acutely aware of each other's state of undress, the non-existent presence of clothing noticeable from the distance between them. Each is daring the other to have a look. Harry's chest heaved with each breath; his fists clenched at his sides. Louis' gaze darted from Harry's eyes to his mouth and back again, his fists balling at his sides. He could sense the anger emanating from Harry's body, radiating off him in waves. Louis was aware of the power he held over Harry, revelling in it, savouring the way Harry was itching to take back control. Harry's eyes flickered to Louis' lips before snapping back to his face,

"I don't share." He growled through gritted teeth, his voice low and gravely.

Louis smiles, a slow seductive curve of his lips. Harry's breath skipped at the sight of it. He couldn't help but feel a small measure of guilt at how easily Louis manipulated him. He'd been so angry with him only moments ago, and now he was practically falling apart at the sight of Louis' smile. Maybe he should let Louis leave, Harry thought to himself. This can't be healthy for either of them, but he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to look away from Louis. The air between them continued to hum with electric charge, the palpable tension rising and grabbing hold of Harry's senses. He could feel the weight of Louis' stare pressing down on him, holding him in place.