The College Experience [Larry Stylinson boyxboy]

Chapter Twenty Five

A/N I'm so sorry for how weirdly sexual this chapter got I didn't mean for it to go there xD anyway, you've been warned. Enjoy (or skip it if these sorts of chapters make you uncomfortable, it's up to you)! 

It had happened one morning when they were lazing around in sweatpants studying together, Harry's head resting on Louis' tummy as he read through his psychology notes. He tapped his pen against his notebook a few times in thought. 

"I want to go to a party," Harry said, like he'd only realized how much he wanted it when he said it out loud. "Like, a really wild one." 

Louis slid off his reading glasses. "You sure?" he asked. "That's not too much for you?" 

"I want to do this," Harry said. "I want the whole college experience, you know? I don't want to miss out on these things." 

"Okay, if you're sure," Louis said. He drummed his fingers against Harry's arm while he mulled it over. "There's one this Friday at Michael's house if that's alright with you." 

"Who's that?" 

"A guy I took an English class with. Bit wild, but he's a decent guy." Louis pushed his glasses back into place. "You'll let me know the second you need to leave though, alright? Even if it's five minutes after we get there?" 

"Of course," Harry said. "We probably won't stay long anyway." 

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"What are they doing?" Harry whispered, nudging his boyfriend clumsily. He'd lost track of how many shots he'd done and how many drinks he'd had... they were all such pretty colours though, especially the jello shots. They'd been there for hours but Harry was wide eyed and excited, clutching onto Louis' arm the whole night and giggling against his shoulder. 

"He's doing shots out of her bellybutton... you've never seen that before?" Louis replied. 

Harry shook his head a little, still watching the girl giggle as some frat guy sucked tequila off of her stomach. 

"What you want to try it?" Louis asked, laughing a little. 

Harry nodded, looking over at Louis with wide green eyes. "Yeah," he said softly. 

"Oh! I didn't, I mean- yeah we can, I can..." Louis stammered, not expecting Harry to say yes. 

Harry bit his lip a little, sucking on his lip ring, and quickly swiped the bottle of tequila off the table. 

"Fuck," Louis groaned under his breath, following Harry into an empty bedroom. 

Harry pushed the large pile of coats off the bed, and lay down on the mattress, wriggling around a little bit as he looked up at Louis, already unable to keep still. 

"You good, babe?" Louis asked, holding the bottle up over Harry's navel. 

"Mhm," Harry nodded, peering down at his stomach. 

Louis pushed the younger boy's shirt up, and Harry ended up just taking it off entirely. Louis held the bottle over Harry's tummy and slowly began to pour, setting the bottle down on the nightstand and sucking and licking all the tequila off his boyfriend's soft belly, his stubble scratching a little against his skin. 

Harry started giggling, and turned over onto his side as soon as Louis was done. "Oh my God," he gasped. "That tickles. How does anyone do that?" 

"No idea, babe," Louis said, looking down at his boy fondly, his eyes crinkling a little by the edges. 

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. "You've never done it?"