His loud laugh boosted the excitement and happy vibe to the party. Many people were around, drinking, smoking, dancing, laughing, kissing; all of them experiencing a story-worthy moment in their lives. Harry, an 18 year old boy of whom I go to school with, tapped me on the shoulder to grab my attention. I looked over at him, and his deep voice asked me, "Louis... Is this your first party?" I sighed and nodded contently, "And I love it." He chuckled a bit and patted my knee, "Good." Harry and I have had a crush on each other for a while, but we never admit it or bring attention to it; We just know. I quickly put my hand on top of his and then just as quickly removed it, I'm not comfortable with people knowing I'm attracted to a guy. I swear I'm straight, but... There's something different about Harry. A good friend of mine, Eleanor, came and sat beside me holding two drinks. "Hey, babes!" She greeted Harry and I happily, and handed me a beer. "'Babes', that's new." The curly-long-haired boy beside me mumbled. He never liked Eleanor ever since I dated her, recently we broke up, but Harry continues to maintain resentment. "Okay, sorry." She cleared her throat, and stood up a bit straighter, "Hello, Louis. Hello, Harry, I've brought Louis a drink, is that alright with you, Harold? Considering you always want to act like you own Louis, like some fucking mother lion or something. That's not a way to get into his pants, Haz." My eyes got a bit wider and I quickly looked to the floor, feeling the tensity rise. "Maybe you should go get yourself a drink, or take a hit even, calm yourself down, yeah? Thanks, Eleanor." Harry's tall figure finished, and he walked away. I sighed, "You two need to be a lot fucking nicer to each-other, yeah? For hell's sake, El, I thought you were more mature than to continue an argument with him." I rolled my eyes and set my beer down, walking to find Harry. I don't think Harry was necessarily the jealous type, more like the insecure type, and so when Eleanor insults him he feels pretty wounded. Finally, I saw the familiar frame and from behind I slowly grabbed his hand and intertwined it with mine, looking up at him with a smile, "You alright, princess?" I managed to keep quiet, and our hands hidden; He nodded and gave a sad smile, "M' fine." I gave a grin and a slight squeeze on his hand, letting go. The room was quite dark unless the strobe lights were on you, so he quickly wrapped around the curve of my back and held me close to him. Harry and I rarely ever do anything but hold hands for a couple seconds, so I was in awe. I loved the way he felt so close to me, how my body and his fit so perfectly, how his warmth was radiating onto mine, how I could hear his heart beat and his breathing heavy but calm. I took a deep breath and reached around his neck, hugging him back. I had to stand on my tippy-toes in order to do this, but he reached under my bum, picking me up and wrapping my legs around him. I gasped and looked into his eyes and he pushed us up against a wall. "Louis..." My lips were slightly parted, still trying to process what was happening, "Y-yes? Sorry; um, yes?" I cleared my throat a bit, heat rushing to my cheeks very suddenly. "Please. Be mine." He spoke so desperately and the rawness in his voice made me breathless. "But Harry- I" I'm not ready to come out, I'm straight, I'm still trying to figure this all out. "Louis." He sighed and put his face close to mine, our noses and foreheads touching. I couldn't process anything, my breathing got extremely heavy and I couldn't believe I was even in his arms right now. "Yes. Okay. I'm yours, all yours." The words escaped before I knew what I was saying. His breath hitched and we both stared at each other in shock of what I said. "Kiss me, you fool." Harry said deeply. My eyes got wide, I have barely even hugged Harry and now my legs are wrapped around his waist, I'm against a wall, and now I'm about to kiss my BOYfriend. I pressed my lips together and then opened them slightly again, leaning in impossibly slow. He grunted and smashed his lips against mine with pure passion. I've never felt lips so smooth and wonderful before, they made me want to feel them for eternity. His lips were impossibly ethereal, and the fact that they were against mine made me feel obligated to let him feel the infatuation I was feeling. I cupped his face and moved with his motions in sync. He moaned slightly, and I moved one of my hands down onto his chest, leaning against him instead of the wall behind me. We continued the osculation as Harry slowly walked up the stairs, carrying me all the way up. As we got to a room, he closed the door and set me down. I quickly took off his shirt, kissing every one of his tattoos before he could even react; breathy moans escaped from his plump rosy lips. He leaned his head back against the door as I got to his hips. I grabbed him and slammed him down onto the bed, crawling on top of him and taking my shirt off as well. "And you're mine."
He nodded and closed his eyes in pleasure as I grinded slowly against him. "Hm. Baby. Oh. Louis. Ahhhh." He cried out and I bit my lip, holding back the moans. Suddenly, Harry reached to his pants and unbuttoned them, hoisting me off of him as he took his trousers off. He laid me down and did the same, removing all of my clothing like him. We were both naked and I bit my lip at the sight of him. "Princess, you're so hot; So beautiful; So lovely." He gasped a bit and looked at me carefully, "Really?" I nodded and gently letting my hand glaze over his toned stomach, down his happy trail. "So perfect, baby." I grabbed his hips and slammed him down on the bed once again. I kissed his neck and his wonderful lips once again, going back and forth. "Louis, Louis." He pulled away from me and pushed me back, I looked at him confused, "Yes?" He looked very deeply into my eyes, I felt like my soul was being engulfed into his and I've never felt more connected to someone in my life, "I love you." My breath hitched in shock and I gulped, immediately getting off of him and sitting straight up. "You- Y- Harr- Wow. I- Us-We - but you. Fuck. Harry- I - You - Me-" I stuttered and looked down at the sheets on the bed, at a loss for words. "I love you too." I sighed and looked up at him. He sat up and cupped my face, kissing me once again. I couldn't get enough of his lips. They felt so soft and they felt exactly like what someone feels about love but in a physical form. I never wanted to leave this feeling from his kisses. I slowly guided his lips to my neck, moaning at how smoothly they glided. I moved back a little, his lips getting to my chest. He finally caught on to what I was getting to and kissed my nipple, licking and flicking his tongue onto it. "Harrryyyy." My hands were holding onto the loose sheets and I was bitting my lip so hard it drew blood. Once he got to my hips I couldn't contain it. "Fuck, princess." I tangled my hands in his hair and he very gently kissed the tip of my erection. I arched my back and bucked my hips in need of pleasure. He noticed this and carefully licked the underside, swirling his tongue around the tip. Even though it wasn't much, the fact that it was him and how AMAZING he did it made me almost cum right there. "Shit." I gripped his hair harder and clenched my jaw. "Haz, Haz, please. Baby." Suddenly he took the entire thing into his mouth and sucked so good I was in complete bewilderment. "FUCK HARRY." I closed my eyes and leaned my head in pleasure, feeling his wet mouth suck beautifully. I opened my eyes quickly, looking down at him. His hair was tightly in my hand's embrace and his cheeks were hallowed. His lips were formed perfectly around my length. As soon as I saw the image of him, I came. "Ahhh, princess, yes." I groaned and bucked my hips up feeling my climax.
