Adventures Of Super Boy and His Girlfriend who is Neither a Girl nor his Friend.

Part 5

"Do you have," Harry pants, taking off his shirt as he looks down on Louis lying on the bed, "any common sense...at all?" Harry starts to pull down his trousers as Louis watches him, leaning up on his elbows on the bed.

"You were there with your fucking voodoo or whatever, it's not like I was just walking up to a bunch of guys alone..."

"It doesn't matter..." Harry interrupts, only in his boxers and now straddling Louis, trying to pull his shirt off too, "shit..." Harry whispers, growing more and more frustrated with the shirt once he's now ripped it twice, trying to unbutton it.

"It doesn't matter, you've already ruined it just get it off," Louis whines and Harry obliges, ripping it in half like he's tearing a piece of paper before throwing Louis up farther on the bed so he can do the same to the trousers, "Where's the stuff..."

"What?" Harry looks up, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulls on Louis' pants.

"The stuff." Louis probes and rolls his eyes as Harry realizes, sucking in a breath as he tries to think.

"I'll be right back it's in the bathroom." Harry calls as he trips off the bed and Louis huffs, throwing his head back against the pillow.

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"That was..."

"Umm..." Harry answers, breathing against Louis' cheek as he lies on top of the other boy, one arm and a leg draped over him from where he's fallen slightly to the side so not all his weight is resting on Louis, who's on his back looking up at the ceiling. Their heavy breathing is the only sound in the room, the panting bouncing off the walls and coming back to them, sweat covering their bodies like a sheet and Harry raises one shaky hand to push Louis' damp fringe back off his forehead.

"Harry..."

"Louis, I'm so sorry, I forgot that I...you know-that I'm now like this-I swear I'm..."

"I really liked it," Louis interrupts, continuing to stare at the ceiling so he doesn't have to look at Harry's surprised face, "I mean like, whenever you top you're always so...sweet...and like gentle but like...this is how I..." Louis trails off; the pink in his cheeks no longer only from the exertion and Harry places his hand on Louis' cheek, pushing him lightly so Louis has to look him in the eye and when he does Harry searches Louis' like they would hold an answer.

"You like it..."

"Rough." Louis finishes for him in a soft whisper, moving his eyes so he's looking down between them in embarrassment and Harry's trying to even his breathing, to make Louis feel comfortable again.

"But you were, I thought you were hurting I mean...weren't you....crying?"

"Harry," Louis starts, looking back up at him, his eyes wide like he's pleading with him to understand, "I came twice..."

"I mean, we're teenagers, our recovery time is embarrassingly quick I just thought..."

"If I didn't like it, I would have told you." Louis promises, reaching his arm not covered by Harry's body to lie on top of Harry's hand, running his thumb in circles over his palm. They lay there for a few minutes in silence, calming down and slowly sinking into sleep even though it's only a little after six and they haven't even eaten dinner yet.

"Lou, did you know. I mean, before?" Harry asks, whispering into his cheek and Louis nods, "so why didn't you ever tell me?" he asks and Louis opens his eyes again, meeting Harry's and the unspoken embarrassment flows through them, and Harry understands.