True Colours

Unveiling Desires

Harry has lost all control of holding himself back, of acting like a good friend. The approaching jealousy throughout the night and no Louis contacting him caused all reason to be thrown overboard. His finger presses quickly and wildly against Louis' doorbell until it finally buzzes. He sprints across the two floors and finds Louis already waiting in the doorway wearing only sweatpants. His delicate upper body on full display and his hair sticking out from sleep don't make Harry's raging feelings any better. He wants Louis. And all for himself. Even if he can never tell him that out loud, he is so selfish that he at least wants to make use of their agreement. Pure possessiveness clouds his mind as he lunges straight at him.

Louis can only let out a small gasp before Harry has grabbed him around the waist with one hand and is holding his face tightly with the other. Makes sure that Louis is all his own. He claims him back after another man probably touched him yesterday.

Without letting go of Louis and kissing him wildly, he pushes him into the apartment and kicks the door shut with his foot.

"How was your date?" Harry asks as he hovers his lips over Louis' for a moment and presses him against the wall in the hallway, trapping Louis with his body.

"I broke it off," Louis breathes before Harry presses another hard kiss to his lips.

"Why?" Harry asks, his voice deep and his heart pounding wildly, just like his cock as he presses his groin against Louis'.

“I could only think about you. I’m not free in my head and it wouldn’t be fair for the other person.”

"Good," Harry nods and begins to place kisses on Louis' neck.

"Good," Louis murmurs back, arching his neck back and leaning it against the wall to give him more access. "We're still just friends Harry."

Harry bites Louis' earlobe. “Yeah. Best friends. I’ll show what a good friend I am.”

"What are you going to do?" Louis sighs as Harry's hands run up and down his bare chest.

“I want to fuck you,” Harry whispers, lifting his head and meeting Louis’ gaze.

“Bold of you to say. Who says I'll let you?" Louis asks, suddenly his cocky self again and looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

But Harry feels exactly that - bold. “Oh you let me,” Harry grins, grabbing Louis‘ hard cock over his sweatpants.

“I definitely let you,” Louis moans and they both stumble kissing through the hallway into the living room. Until they finally fall onto the sofa.

Louis first and Harry half on top of him. They stay there, just breathing quickly, sinking into their eyes and suddenly the mood changes from wild to something gentler. Both realise what they are up to. What it means to Harry. What it might even mean for Louis.

Harry lets his free hand glide over Louis' hair, down along his jaw and under his chin. Carefully Harry lifts Louis' face towards him, bends down and kisses him tenderly. First his cheek and then his mouth. Just a short kiss, but it sends a jolt through both of them, when Harry's mouth touches his soft lips. A longer, deeper kiss follows and Louis kisses back enthusiastically, putting his arm around Harry's neck and opening his mouth.

After a few minutes they let go of each other and Louis looks at Harry expectantly. He understands immediately and takes off his sweater and now Louis spends a while running his hands over Harry’s bare skin and kissing his shoulders and neck. Suddenly he lets go, sits up and turns Harry around. Louis hugs him from behind and Harry gets even more turned on, when he feels Louis‘ warm naked torso against his body, while Louis hands explores Harry's chest and his breath by his ear becomes faster. Turning around again Harry takes hold of Louis' shoulders and guides him down on the sofa, lies down next to him. They spend some time kissing and caring for each other, but only from the waist up. Harry is sure both of them are aching to have the other fondle the hard-ons that are tenting their pants. But both know it’s Harry’s first gay sex and in a silent agreement they take this slowly.