fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Twenty

Smut in the beginning

Mood: Budapest by George Ezra

Louis was grinding against him, his lips on his neck, his hands around his body. Harry threw his head back and moaned loudly.

Louis slid down, getting in between Harry's legs. He pulled his sweats down, his embarrassingly hard cock slapping against his stomach. Louis smiled and went down and oh god--

Harry's eyes flew open, moaning.

He looked down to find the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Louis in between his thighs, lips puckered around Harry's cock, eyes wide and dark full of lust.

"Lou--shit." Harry groaned, grabbing a handful of the small boy's hair. Louis moaned, vibrations shooting up Harry's legs, going straight to his stomach. Harry tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch the boy swallow his girth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of his throat, his eyes kept shutting, ecstasy running through him.

"So good--fuck. Taking me so well, kitten." Harry moaned, tugging on his hair roughly. He tried--God did he try--to buck his hips up in fear of hurting him but in the end he couldn't help it. He thrusts his hips, Louis gagging, gripping the taller lads thighs.

"Fuck, sorry I--" Louis pulled off with a pop, grinning at Harry.

"Fuck my mouth." Oh God, this just got better. Louis put his cock into his mouth again, bobbing his head slowly. Harry bucked his hips up, softly at first, watching hot tears brim at Louis' eyes. His stomach curled with heat as he fucked up into his mouth, Louis taking it like a pro.

"Oh, God, princess." The heat became unbearable, ribbons of come spilling down Louis' throat. The small boy licked his lips, leaning up to kiss Harry quickly. And if he repeated the favor, no one had to know.

****

Harry and Louis sat in the living room, cuddled together. Louis had on a blue jumper that was too big for him, a pair of sweats covering his legs. Harry had on one of his hideous button ups and skinny jeans.

He was due to leave in a few minutes. His family wanted to spend time with him before he had to go to New York for New Years. He had to be out publicly with Taylor.

"Where's Eleanor?" Harry asks, noticing there were no camera flashes or loud voices.

"Work. She'll be back in a few. She got off half an hour ago." Louis explains looking at the clock. It was last three in the afternoon. Just as he said this, the door opened, an over enthusiastic Eleanor walking through the door.

"Louis! Oh my god, you will not believe what just happened!" She says, throwing he bag on the couch.

"What?"

"Okay so, I was working, minding my own business ya know? Okay and then in comes this gorgeous--and I mean gorgeous--girl. She asks for a trim and I'm like 'yeah okay' and we talked for like an hour. My boss got mad at me." She says pulling out a slip of paper from her jean pocket, "I got her number."

Louis pushed himself off Harry, grabbing the paper from Eleanor and re-reading the digits on it.

"Did you make a date?" Louis asks. He couldn't be happier. Eleanor hasn't dated since high school.

"No. She told me to text her."

"What's her name?"

"Alice. Oh my god Louis, she's just ugh. Is it possible to fall in love with people's hair? 'Cause hers in so curly and pretty and soft--okay I'm going crazy."

"Eleanor, I'm so happy for you!" Louis squeals and okay his gay needs to be toned down.

Harry was sitting on the couch, smiling, his white teeth gleaming.

"You two are adorable." He says eventually.

"Shut up."

"Oh! I forgot to ask." Eleanor says, turning her attention to Harry, "Why did you have sex with Louis on your first date?"

Harry's smile disappears, replaced by a blush.

"I-I, sorry?" He chuckles, grabbing Louis' hand and pulling him onto his lap. Louis' cheeks reddened, hiding his face in Harry's neck.

"You two are disgustingly cute." Eleanor mumbled, leaving the room. Harry let out a small laugh before placing a kiss on Louis' head.

"I don't want to go, but duty calls." Harry huffed, pulling himself and Louis to their feet.

"You know, I never asked. How's Taylor? Does she know that the whole thing is a stunt?" He asks.

"Oh she does. But it doesn't stop her from trying to seduce me every chance she gets." Louis didn't like that.

"Have you two..."

"What? God, no." Harry says, gagging for emphasis. Louis giggles.

"Okay, well, I guess I should walk you out." Louis whispers, swaying their intertwined hands softly.

"Such a gentleman." Harry smiles and Louis rolls his eyes. They make their way to the door, opening it. The cold December air hit them. Harry shivered, hugging himself.

"I'll call you. Maybe we can hang out again some time after New Years." Harry offers and Louis nods. He doesn't know how he's going to last even a day without Harry.

"If you get lonely, you have my cardboard cut out to kiss goodnight." Harry laughs. Louis blushes, hitting Harry's arm.

"Shut up! Don't embarrass me."

"Would it be embarrassing if I got a cardboard cut out of you?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm getting one. But first I need a good picture of you." Harry's dimples become prominent. Louis' heart flutters at his smile. He will never get used to this.

Having this god so close that he could smell his Calvin Klein cologne and see the small acne on his face.

He will never get bored of loving Harry Styles.

The tall boy pulls him into a kiss, their lips moving softly against each other's. Louis hummed, pulling him closer, tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Love you." Harry whispers, kissing him slowly.

"L-Love you too." Louis stutters because oh my he just said he loved him.

He loved him.

And dammit Louis loved him too.