30 Reasons I Hate Being Famous (Larry Stylinson) (BoyxBoy)

Reason #7

Reason #7 I Hate Being Famous: I Miss My Family

Louis' P.O.V

"I don't want a fucken girlfriend!" Harry shouts once we're in the car driving away from the phone store.

"Neither did I." I tell him calmly. Ever since that phone call from Modest! Harry's been upset. But tonight we were all having supper together along with a few friends. He needs to calm down before then.

"Stupid management. Thinks they're the fucken boss of me. I'm an adult." Harry grumbles. He's pouting like a baby.

"Listen Haz. You need to calm down before supper. We're meeting up with Ed, Ellie, Selena, Taylor," Harry gives me a look. Modest! tried to set the 2 of them up but they just clashed personalities. I continued, "and a couple others. I was upset too but you're going overboard."

"I know I know. I'm just so angry. But I promise I'll be good for supper daddy." Harry says calmly, sarcastically calling me daddy. I nod.

"Good." My mouth barely even closed when Harry's mouth opens again.

"But really?! Taylor?! Why is she coming?" I sighed.

"She's coming with Selena." I shrug.

"Oh well. At least Ed's coming."

"Yeah." I agree. I pull up to the bus and we climb out. I find Paul and give him the keys.

"Thanks."

"Anytime Lou."

I follow Harry into the bus and into the kitchen. I grab out my phone. It's only 2:00 o'clock.

"What do you want to do until we have to get ready?" I ask Harry.

"Have sex." He says flat out. I choke on my drink I had just pulled out of the fridge.

"Um what."

"I want to have sex. Hard and rough."

"Okay." I say. Harry laughs.

"Really? Normally you want it slow and loving." Harry mocks me.

"Come on Harry," I say and grab his hand. "Let's go have rough sex on my bunk."

"Why yours?"

"'Cause I'm on the top bunk. Gives it another edge thinking we could fall off with my penis up your ass."

Harry bursts out laughing. "I like this side of you. Mean, but damn funny."

"Thanks babe. But wait."

"What?"

"BOYS!?" I yell. We have no response and I smile to Harry.

"We're all alone love." He smirks at my comment before pushing me roughly against the bunk ladder. He opens my mouth aggressively with his own and pushes his tongue in. He starts to palm me through my sweats and I push against his hand.

"Mmmm." I moan against his mouth and he slips my sweats off. I kick them off and start to pull off his tight black jeans. We pull of each other shirts and throw them to the ground. I climb up into the bunk and Harry follows quickly. Once in the bunk we continue to kiss and I slip off his boxers. I pump my hand along his length and he moans.

"Ready to not be able to walk tomorrow?" I whisper. He nods his head vigorously and I chuckle. I continue to give Harry a quick hand job as I nibble on his neck. "Oh. And you'll be wearing a scarf too."

"Mmm." Harry moans. I brush my thumb over the tip of his length, and Harry's body stiffens slightly. I pull my hand totally off and he whines.

"Louis!" I chuckle at him.

"Yes?" I ask, teasing him.

"You're such an asshole." His deep voice tells me.

"No. My penis is going to be up your asshole." I tell him and bite his neck lightly. He laughs before swiftly pulling my boxers down. He grabs onto me and starts lightly ghosting his fingers over my shaft, causing me to shiver. We give each other hand jobs at the same time, and I watch as Harry starts to hit his peak. His beautiful body stiffens up, muscles tightening and his tattoos glistening with sweat. As he comes, his eyes roll back into his head before his eyes close. Watching him hit his climax causes me to do the same. We lay beside each for a few moments before Harry pushes me into my stomach and gets over top of me. I feel him at my entrance.

"But Harry-"

"No Lou. It's my turn to top." He says and quickly plows into me. I grip the sheets tightly, screaming out in pain and pleasure. Harry starts thrusting quickly, his fatigue a few moments ago gone. It feels like my body is rocking with his harsh movements and I start moaning lowly.

"Fuck you Modest! Fuck you Taywhore Swift. Fuck you Eleanor. Fuck you 'Mark from Modest!'. Fuck everyone who doesn't accept me." Harry rants, still thrusting deeply into me. I come quickly but Harry keeps going, obviously getting out all his anger now. I feel sleepy now, but Harry keeps me awake.

"But I'm fucking Louis right now you dicks!" Harry shouts, ramming into me again. I moan Harry's name, feeling as if I could come again with his harsh actions. I feel him start to slow down now, fatigue settling in now that he's done ranting. He hits my g-spot just like before and we both hit our orgasms together. We cry out in pleasure, my body tightening instinctively. Harry lays on top me, our bodies glistening with sweat.

"Are you better now?" I pant.

"Yeah." He says and lays there for a few more moments before pulling out of me.

"How was I?" Harry asks, laying beside me.

"Excellent. I may just have to let you top more often." I wink. He chuckles and kisses me. I pull away.

"Wanna shower?"

"Yep." Harry checks his phone. "It's 3:00 right now."

"We can shower and relax until its time to get ready." I suggest and Harry nods, making his way out of my bunk.

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Hey guys! Sorry for not updating :/ I was in the USA for 2 weeks without wifi and now my family is here from the states so I've been real busy! Thanks for reading though :* mwah!

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