Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 2nd.

Louis hadn't spoken to me since Halloween, not in person.

He'd gotten drunk yesterday and called me but I didn't pick up. "Can I talk to you?" I shake my head. "Harry please. I seriously need to talk to you. It's getting ridiculous."

"Louis I don't want to talk to you. Call me pathetic if you want but every time you speak it makes me feel less sorry for you."

"Harry I-"

"I have a test tomorrow and I need to fucking study so if you're not going to do that then leave." He sits beside me.

Leaning over onto my work. "I know that no matter how many sorrys I give you, you'll never care but I don't know what else I can give you. I don't even know what I'm doing when I'm drunk it's not me."

"I don't care. I'm not sitting around waiting for you to call me every night like some desperate little fuck who needs help getting himself off." He smirks. "I wouldn't call you for that, I have pictures saved in your folder."

He taps my nose. "Louis I kissed you once and it's fucker me over more times than I'd care to admit. I don't want to be somebody you use because girls don't help you anymore."

"I'm not asking you to be my fuck buddy. Not out loud. I just need you to accept my apology." I scrunch my nose with a smile. "No."

"Fuck you're impossible. You and me both know you want to pick up anyway. Drunk words are sober thoughts and if you didn't care you wouldn't be so angry about it."

"I'm angry because you're using me. My god how fucking dense are you? Just deal with the word no and go away." I hate that look.

"I don't know how to feel Harry. I've been pushed in a corner my entire life with everything handed to me. You're new to me, everything I feel for you is new."

"Well once you figure that out come find me because I don't want you around while you're acting like this."

*Louis is a bottle deep and desperate*

"Please, don't hang up. I need you. I need you here. Please Harry."

Fuck!

There wasn't an ounce of me that could've said no to this. Why?

No clue.

"Go away."

Nothing wrong with lying when it benefits you.

I think this benefits me.

I wasn't sure. I was a little desperate for some kind of touch. Anything.

Next thing I knew I was answering the door with Louis stood soaked and out of breath. "I don't want to be alone again."

I wasn't going to sleep anyway.

"Louis you're drunk go home." He takes another step in. "Please." He chokes out. "I don't want to do this with you."

"It doesn't have to be anything. I just need you." I make my way up the stairs hearing him follow behind me.

He didn't say anything to me on the way to my room but the second the door closed he'd started running his mouth. "I missed you."

"You're drunk. What do you want Louis?" Holding my shirt in his hands, I watched him hesitate before kissing me. I tried to pull back but I really wasn't sure I had the strength.

"I missed you so much." My back meets the bed and his teeth sunk into my neck. "Louis this is a bad idea." I felt the smile against my lips. "It's okay."

"Really bad idea." I pant. His hands pressing under my shirt. "Tell me to stop."

My mouth opened to say something, not a word came out. His cold hands running along my waistband. "Is anybody else home?"

"No." I suck in a sharp breath feel his fingers hook over my boxers. "What time do they get back?"

"Twelve." I choked out. "Can I apologise?" He kisses my hips. "Please Harry." The bulge in his pants grazed over my leg as I nodded.

"Use your words." He whispered. "Please." My mind went blank. I could barely speak or tell him to stop. I didn't want or but I should've.

Watching him suck my dick the way he did was something I don't think I could ever get out of my head. It wasn't even something I could've imagined. "Fuck-"

Before I'd even had the chance to figure out what was happening I was fucking done.

I'd gone ten minutes without a single word leaving my mouth and I didn't even remember it. Louis got his fucking cum on my sheets.

Smiling and kissing my neck he starts to laugh. "Sorry, I'll clean it." I nod. "I'm not fucking cleaning it." He just fucking sucked my dick with chewing gum in his mouth.

I'd only realised because it fell into my mouth. "You're dicks a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be Harry."

"You've got lipstick around your mouth." I wiped the side of his mouth. "It's fine."

"How fucking big did you think my dick was?" He laughs against my lips. "Not sure like 4 inches maybe. You just seem like you enjoy giving more than taking."

"Yeah?" His desperate little eyes were still just as drunk as when he walked in. "You know I'm probably going to do the same thing again."

"I know. Just let me have this." He frowns. "I don't know how much longer I can stay."

"Just let me have this." I breathed out before kissing him. "Can I lay with you?" He hiccups. "Just for a second." He kisses my forehead.

"I need to get you some new clothes." His lips part slightly. "I think in have a problem."

"I have to change anyway. Just tell me what you need." My heart was racing. "Just keep your eyes on mine." I nod.

Feeling my blood rush between my legs hearing him slowly get worse.

Hearing him whine in pain made my head spin and I wasn't sure what was wrong with me for enjoying it.

Pressing his dick to my stomach I felt my shirt get wetter the longer he stayed there.

"Come here," He drags me up to the edge of the bed. Pressing his hand to the back of my head. "Open your mouth for me." Holding my tongue over my bottom lip he pushes himself in.

Hitting the back of my throat and pushing further. "There we go. Don't panic you can take it." He pushes me harder.

His fingers tangled in my hair, the struggles moans started to sound more desperate.

I could feel myself cumming on the floor between his legs, then he finished in the back of my throat and I came again. "Swallow for me." I hated swallowing.

Why'd I do it?

"Atta boy," He leans down, kissing me gently with his hand palming me. "My head hurts."