after hours - larry

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unedited; but its 3am rn and there are probably a lot of mistakes beware.

"me too, buddy."

"i think we all could. all the time. the world's much too tense for my liking. why can't we just feel the euphoria of certian things all the time? why do bad feelings exist?"

"you're right, man." the bartender reponds, relaxing as more people exit the club.

after about two hours of us talking drunk philosophy, a tiny boy sits next to me and orders a drink i'm not familiar with.

"are you lost little boy?" i ask him, attempting to place my hand on his shoulder but losing my balance and falling off of my chair and on to the floor. he looks really young. maybe twelve?

"no. and i happen to be of legal age, thank you." he responds, helping me up. "i'm also old enough to he a stripper here."

the more i look at him the older he appears. he has facial hair and he's still blurry, but i notice the fluorescent purple lighting compliment his cheekbones. his everything really. his icy blue eyes are shiny and fuchsia swims between the color, his small nose makes the ends of my mouth turn up a bit. the purple lights really make his skin glow, it's beautiful. i want to touch him.

the prettiest thing is his frosty hair. it's white with a hint of grey making his elf-like appearance resemble jack frost. sa

"oh well, thank god you're not a little boy." i giggle. i don't know why i'm here. it happened again, one of those nights that you long for something more, anything remotely different from everyday's occurences. the pain i've learned to remain unphased by still, no matter how hard i try not to feel it, gets to me.

"yes, thank god i'm not a little boy, because i would be a little.. boy.. stripping." he laughs, a smile on his face. its an uncertain smile, one of my favorite types. the smiles that you don't plan or do for anyone else is what infinite beauty is.

"mhm." i giggle up at him with lazy eyes. "but i actually said that because i thought a thought about you that would've been quite strange if you were a kid."

"i'm not a little boy, but i act very much like a kid." he mutters, looking to the floor. "what was the thought?" his head levels with mine once again.

i just shook my head and hid my face in my arms, unwilling to reveal my thoughts about him. i mean, they're quite embarrassing, and even being as drunk as i am, embarrasment is still evident.

"oh come on." he tries again with a playful smile, touching my shoulder. i peek my eyes out and slowly shake my head.

"please." he pouts.

i take my head out of my arms and nod. next, i move my mouth slowly towards his ear, place my lips to it and slur, "i would really like to make out with you right now." into it before kissing down his ear and on to his ear lobe, nibbling for a bit before retreating back to my standard position of arms crossed on the bar and my back slumped.

the boy seems a little surprised but responds nonchalantly anyway. "you don't even know my name."

"no. but is it really significant to know someone's name? i mean they're a person, a soul. the less standard things you know about someone the better. if i happen to hate someone named calvin and your name is calvin i might not give you a chance just because of the memories i have in my own brain that you have nothing to do with." i respond.

"i see." he nods. "anyway, my name's louis. the only memories associated with that name are those of old men so i think we're okay."

"okay louis. i'm harry styles. i have a cool name. i know." i giggle for the thousandth time tonight. i've always been aware that my name sounds like one of a pop star.

"here's your drink, lou." the bartender slides louis his drink, louis catches it swiftly.

"sounds like a celebrity." he knocks back his drink quickly and stands up. "well, h. i'm off."

"where?" i whine, disappointed that my new, attractive, stripper friend is leaving. i would rather not sit here and talk to the bartender all night.

"to home. sleep, you know?"

"oh yeah." i giggle again.

"if you keep giggling like that i'm going to have to have sex with you." he smiles.

i giggle.

"oh?" he smiles.

"oh." i chuckle and stand up, walking closer to him.

he grabs my collar and somehow gently yet roughly shoves my body against the wall and kisses me.

i kiss back, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip. i whine as he ruts his knee against my crotch. he moves his godly lips to my neck and sucks. his hands tease my waistband until he slips them inside. another moan escapes, and he takes my length into his soft hands.

"let's go somewhere before i cream myself right here." i stop louis and whisper into his ear.

"not so good at dirty talk." he chuckles. "got a car?"

i nod, and guide him towards my car. whipping my keys out and unlocking it as quickly as i can. i do have a throbbing cock and i'd rather not leave here with a bad case of blue balls.

soon enough this boy and i are dry humping in the back of my shitty car.

the friction is bliss, but the real thing would be much, much better.

"how far are we-" i moan. "going?"

"as far as you want to." he mumbles.

oh, okay. "take your pants off." i tell him. i do the same.

i slide his shirt off, removing mine quickly after. louis flips us over so he's on top now.

i remember i have a few condoms in my pocket. they really came in handy. i should be thankful kat ruined our plans because now i'm in this car making out with an even hotter person.

i place my hands on his small waist, he sits up. my plan was to continue making out for a while until i decided to, you know, put it in, but louis has a different idea because he sits up, and turns his hips in different ways on my covered dick, causing a sweet amount of friction and a very hot scene.

my boxers are so wet, his too, but before he can get off i'm groaning his name and coming through my underwear, staining his too.

he starts to get off of me and move, but i stop him. "it's alright-"

i cut him off by placing a hand to his mouth and another hand to his crotch. i rub through his boxers on his hard dick. he's whining into my grasp and bucking his hips so the friction becomes more intense.

"oh my god." he moans before cumming. he came a lot, my god.

"i don't know about you," i mumble after we finish cleaning ourselves up. "but i'm sleeping right here, and you're welcome to as well." i open my arm up as for a place for him to lay.

he chuckles but leaves my car without another word, fortunately, however the alcohol is stopping me from feeling any sort of rejection so i just lay down and drift off to sleep.