Love Uncovered (Larcel/Loucel AU)

Chapter 5

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Marcel’s POV   

I felt my hands shaking and quickly shoved them into the pockets of my jeans. “Louis.” I greeted with a low voice. “How’ve you been Marcel?” he said, running his hand softly down down my arm. My eyes quickly darted down to his hand and I gulped again. What the hell was he doing?

“What do you want Louis?” I tried to make my voice sound firm, but of course it came out shaky. I felt Louis’ hand  reach up and make its way up to my curls. He grabbed a lock of my hair and started to twirl it between his fingers. Oh god, that feels good. What?  “You alright there, Marcel? You sound a bit...” Standing on his toes and taking a tug at my curls he whispered in my ear, “...nervous?” His voice was so low and seductive, the sound trickled down my neck and shot chills down my spine. His head lingered near my ear and he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile now you know?” Then he suddenly placed a small peck onto my neck. He chuckled and I quickly spoke up.

“Louis, you’re really drunk.”

“Am I really?” And all in one swift movement he gripped his hands on my waist and placed another kiss on my neck. I had to bite my lip to keep a moan from tumbling out of my mouth. “Louis please don’t.” was all I could manage to say. He continued to place small, soft kisses down my neck and my mind was jumble of thoughts.

I’ve noticed him looking at me before, but never with any type of lust. However, I must say Louis was a very fit lad. Strangely, I caught myself staring at the tattoos on his muscular arms. They were so fascinating, like a secret piece of him just out for the world to see. “Marcel, do you have a room?” his slurred voice shook me out of my trance and I nodded quickly and grabbed his hand. I lead him up the stairs with our fingers intertwined. His hand looked rather adorable and small in comparison to mine. Louis was drunk and I knew it, but in this moment, I wanted him. And he wanted me. Louis released my hand from his and I opened the door to my room. Louis walked in front of me and pulled me inside, closing the door. There was an awkward pause as I stared down at my carpet and I started to second-guess my decision to bring him up here, but then his hand snaked around my waist and I felt his other soft hand at the nape of my neck. His eyes were on my chest and they moved up and down my body with lust. We made eye contact and he slowly pulled at my neck and closed his eyes before softly placing his lips against mine. He looked almost angelic with his arms around me and his eyes shut tight. I could see in the way he moved, in the way he closed his eyes, like he wanted to leave the rest of the world behind, he was hiding from something. I wanted to hold him and run away with him. And even if we just personally met, I could read him like the back of my hand. Sure he made me uneasy, but right now, it was an amazing kind of uneasy. I kept thinking ‘this is wrong’ but then I looked down at Louis wrapped around me and immediately pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind.

Our lips moved together perfectly as I ran my hands through his fringe. Louis let out a soft moan against my lips and pushed me against my door. I let my hands trace down his arms and chest, tugging at the tight black material between us. He took the hint and broke our heated kiss to let me pull his shirt over his head. I knew he was fit, but not like this. I found my eyes wandering down to his abs and painfully deep v-lines. But before I could say anything, his lips attached to mine again and his hands pinned my shoulders against my bedroom door. “You’re so hot, Louis.” I mumbled. He let out a low growl in response and I could tell he was already turned on. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I denied him access. He grinded his body against mine and I couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping. Louis decided to take the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and we fought within each other for dominance. Louis winning of course. He jumped and wrapped his legs around my waist and I spun around to press him up against my door, not breaking the kiss once. We kissed until I was seeing stars in my eyelids and Louis pulled away and he started to tug at the hem of my shirt. “Louis stop.” I said. I wasn’t nearly as fit as him and I didn’t want him to see my thin body. He didn’t listen and tore my white t-shirt over my head of curls. He did a once-over my frail chest and looked at me with bloodshot eyes. “Marcel, y-you’re gorgeous.” He tried to kiss me again, but I caught him and cupped his face in my hands.

I took in his features, his swollen lips, his electric blue eyes full of lust and blood, his eyes were so fascinating. They were lost and undone and I could see every aspect of him and he was wonderful. As I held him, he started to sway and I remembered how drunk he was. There is no way in hell I’m letting him drive home like this.

“Marcceelll, I’m tired.” I kissed his forehead and grabbed his hand, leading him to my own bed. He fell onto my plaid duvet and immediately kicked off his ultra-tight jeans and untied his shoes. It took everything I had not to jump in with him. I shouldn’t let him sleep here anyways, he’s just going to wake up and be pissed off with me. I’m just going to let this amazing moment last while it could. The younger lad shut his eyes and drifted off into a drunken sleep. I turned the switch on my lamp and made my own bed on the floor of my room. As I lay down on my carpet, I finally let myself do some sensible thinking. I realized in my short time with Louis I had forgotten about Zayn, school, my parents and everything that was hurting me. But, I had forgotten who Louis really was. And what he had done to me, until now.

A sudden wave of anger and frustration washed over me. He had seduced me! And I had fallen for it! Who does he think he is! “Damn you Louis Tomlinson.” I mumbled. Those were my last words before I drifted away to sleep to the sound of roaring music and Louis’ snoring.

Louis’ POV

    Shit. Where the hell am I? I breathed into a pillow and smelled an overpowering scent of vanilla and… Marcel Styles. Holy shit. Did I sleep here? I frantically sat up and squinted through the morning sunlight. Books lined the walls and I saw the bright screen of a desktop computer. I checked the time on the clock near the bed, 7:12 A.M. I was about to drift back to sleep when suddenly, the memories of last night came flooding into my mind and I sat up frantically. The snogging, the touching, oh god we had undressed. Did I go any further? I couldn’t remember. I leant over and searched the trash bin for any sign of a condom. I didn’t find one, so I stood up and absently walked into the nearest bathroom. I grimaced as I caught sight of my own reflection in the mirror. My lips were swollen and I had deep and slightly blue bags under my eyes. My raging headache pounded, causing waves of pain throughout my body. Yep, this definitely wins for worst hangover.

    I groaned and realized I was just standing in my boxer shorts, so I walked back into Marcel’s room. I found my clothes and quickly threw them on.

“Louis?” said a deep, raspy voice. My eyes widened and I turned around to face the older lad on the floor.

“Oh shit.” he said in his morning voice. His eyes widened and I could tell he was going through the events of last night. He fell back into his pillow and groaned, damn that was sexy. No Louis, you’ve done enough. You need to stop this right now.

“Good you’re up. I wanted to let you know that last night meant nothing. I was just drunk and stupid. So if you tell anyone about what happened, you know I will personally make your life ten times worse than it already is.” As I said it, I felt the pain in my head grow stronger.

The look in Marcel’s eyes flashed from hurt to pure hatred. “Get out now.” He said firmly. I pressed my lips together and glared at him. I walked out of his room and into the living room where I found Harry passed out on his sofa with some blonde from school in his arms. I rolled my eyes and walked straight out the front door. I could already tell, Marcel was never going to let me live this down.