Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Four

I woke up on a soft bed. Louis wasn't with me and I thought he would be sleeping on the couch because I didn't see him come back into the room after he got me a pair of clean boxers. I ran a hand through my hair that was starting to curl back like it always does when I don't gel it up. 

I quickly picked up a random shirt off the floor and grimaced as I couldn't find my shirt. I walked out in just boxers and the loose shirt and into what I am guessing is the kitchen. "Good morning, sleepyhead." I heard that familiar voice say.

I turned towards Louis and nodded. "Good morning. Did you sleep on the couch or something?" He nodded and continued to make eggs on the stove. "You were asleep after I was looking at something I found and you looked really, really adorable. So I didn't want to wake you up and ruin that." He winked as he scraped the eggs off of the silver, stainless steel pan. 

He separated them and put them on two white plates, handing me one. "Here, I made breakfast for you." I smiled at him and gave him a quiet thank you. He gave me a wide smile. My smile got bigger since I've never seen him smile before. He's always smirking or frowning. It was probably the most beautiful smile ever. 

I made my way to the small table and sat across from him. I took a piece of egg with my fork and started chewing on it. My thoughts went back to last night. It felt good like he said, but what he did was palming I thought. I wasn't too sure since my father wasn't there to tell me this.

So I took a deep breath and looked at him. "W-what you did last night... wasn't th-that... palming?" My cheeks heated up as he chuckled. I put my fork down on my plate and looked away from him. "No Marcel. That was a handjob." He chuckled, continuing to eat his food. I nodded and took a small bite of mine. 

"Then what's p-palming?" I was really embarrassed to ask him this. "Palming is kind of like... it's kind of like when... I can't really explain it." I nodded. I shouldn't have asked him that anyway. I feel utterly stupid right now. 

I wonder what it would be like to give someone a handjob? "Marcel, it looks like you are thinking too hard about something." I shrugged and the smirk grew on his face. "What were you thinking about?"

I sighed and put my fork down once again. "I was thinking about what it would be like to... to give someone a-a handjob." I mumbled. He chuckled and got up from his chair, walking over to me. "Would you like to learn?" He breathed in my ear. 

My eyes widened. What if I wasn't good at all? What if he'll just hurt me if I do something wrong? "I can show you how." He smirked, grabbing my hand and leading me to the familiar room as his bedroom.

He closed the door and came towards me. He took his shirt off and my gaze went down to his chest and stomach. He was really toned and tan. I was rather envious. I wanted a body like that. His abs were prominent and I wanted to touch them. But that would seem wrong.

He pressed his body to mine and my cheeks heated up. He wrapped his arms slowly around my neck. "You look cute without your glasses. Especially with your green eyes." He whispered softly. I looked down and hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist, not knowing if I should do that or not.

His lips were so thin yet full and his eyes were staring softly back into my green eyes. I looked down at his lips, which were parted and very tempting. "C-can I kiss you?" I asked while looking away shyly. He brought two fingers to lift my chin up. "If only you want to, babe." This was the first time he's ever been so quiet and vulnerable. 

I looked down at his lips and pressed mine gently to his. I pulled away with a good feeling running through me. I pulled him to the bed, sitting down as he laid back against the pillows. "How do I..." He shushed me and unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down quickly. He took my hand gently and put it at the hem of his boxers. 

I remember what he did list time and slid my hand inside his boxers. He gasped out and I looked at him. I didn't know what to do and he realized that I didn't know. "J-just wrap your hand around it and move your...OH!" I wrapped my shaking hand around his rising cock as he wasn't able to finish his sentence. I started pumping my fist, base to the tip. 

He threw his head back and moaned out. I kept repeating the action, not sure what to do. "M-Marcel, please go faster." He groaned. I moved my fist faster and he jerked his hips up. He looked so vulnerable, with the sweat on his forehead and the pleasured face, along with his hands that were turning white from gripping the sheets to hard.

I squeezed experimentally and he moaned loudly. "D-do that again! Fuck!" I squeezed slightly again and pumped my fist faster. "M-Marcel!" He yelled out as something sticky and warm spilled all over my hand and in his boxers. His chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

He grabbed my face and leaned up to catch my lips with his. "You've never done that?" I shook my head. He chuckled and kissed my neck. "You did a damn good job." He whispered huskily into my ear.

I'm starting to like Louis.

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