Something More

Chapter Three - FWB?

-This Story Is In First Person Excluding Some Sex Scenes-

*Louis' Perspective*

I woke up the next morning as I usually did; my arms wrapped around Harry's narrow hips. I got out of bed before he did, just in case he had no recollection of what had happened last night. Every moment, every single sliver and detail, is replaying in my mind on an unstoppable loop. Harry and I, my best mate in the entire world, had sex. We fucked in my car.

I was rummaging threw our desk when I came across Harry's notebook, this stupid old thing. The edges are tattered and they bend in slightly, the pages are worn and yellow from the years of being lugged all over, and the faint smell of his cologne is always given off by it. He loves this thing, he's had it since X Factor and possibly longer then that; it contains ever song he's ever written.

He rarely lets me go into it, but he's so peacefully asleep that I couldn't help but take a peek inside of it. I peeled back each page, the hand writing so neat and crisp, Harry always had the neatest hand writing. I stopped at the newest song it was dated from last week, the night I came home actually sober. It was titled 'Don't Let Me Go' and it was a page and a half long. All I managed to read was the first line before I heard Harry rustle around in the bed.

I panicked, closing the note book and shoving it back under the clutter of books and papers we had both shoved in there. Note to self, organize that damn drawer later. I could hear him yawn as my head snapped over to him, watching as he sat up, his curls flowing every which way from how he adjusts and moves in his sleep. His eyes opened slowly, the piercing green eyes I'd grown so used to, so fond of. He looked at me, and a grin played on his features. "Mornin' BooBear" he smiled.

"Good morning Haz... Can we... Talk?" I asked, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth whilst chewing on it. He stood, turning away from me and stretching his limbs. God dammit he's hot, I could just bend him over that bed.. I shook away my perverted thoughts. I have got to stop doing that, especially in this state of confusion; I have absolutely no clue where we stand at this point. "Of course, Lou." He said, sitting criss legged on the bed, looking at me.

"So, last night.." I started, trailing off. In complete honesty I had no clue how to word my feelings. 'Hey Harry, I know we had sex but I can't get enough of it, I need to fuck you, a lot more.' No, I can't just say that. Shit, how can I tell him that I want him. Scratch that, Harry was the best fuck I've had in a long time, I fucking need him. "What about it?" He asked, running his fingers threw his curls. I looked at him like he had three heads, for one he remembers what happened and two, he's playing it off like it was normal.

"I mean... What do you... Think?" I asked, tripping over my words. Fuck, I'm like a little kid in primary school with their first crush. "Your dick is big, and you know how to use it." He grinned, running his fingers through the waist band of his boxer briefs. I choked on my spit, coughing and gasping for breath. "You l-likes it?" I asked, catching my breath. Fuck what was he doing to me? I've gotten tons of girls way simpler then this, I just swoon them and they come home with me, we fuck and I call em a cab.

Then again I didn't even know I liked boys until last night, but fuck do I like them. Maybe it's just Harry but seeing him in his knees in front of me, seeing his face as he rode me, fuck. The way he would bite his lip when I thrusted up to meet his pace. The best part though, the face he makes when he climaxes, holy fucking shit.

"Yeah, we should do it again." He smirked, dangling his legs off the bed. My eyes widened, I know I want that but that's a fucking shock, and a relief. "You want to?" I asked tensing, holy shit.. I can't function right now, I really need a smoke fuck. "You need to loosen up baby." Harry smirked, walking over to me and straddling my lap. Fuck fuck fuck.

"H-Haz" I breathed out, bitting down on my lip roughly. Harry leaned in close to my ear. "Relax" he whispered, kissing behind my ear lightly. A soft moan unknowingly escaped my lip, fuck that spot.

*Third Person's Perspective*

Harry began to grind his hips against Louis, trailing his lips down Louis neck. "Shirt. Off." Harry demanded, slipping his own off his head. Louis clumsily grasped the hem of his shirt, peeling it off to reveal his tattoos. Harry traced his fingers over the 'It Is What It Is' tattoo on Louis' chest, grinning and bitting his lip. "This ones my favorite." he said, bringing his lips down to trail kisses across it.

Louis could feel himself get hard, what was going on? No one has ever turned some one on as much as Harry does and he couldn't quite wrap his brain around it. He wasn't complaining, not in the slightest, it all felt amazing. "You're always so tense" Harry began, trailing his long fingers down Louis chest. Louis shivered at his touch, bitting his lip as he watched him intently. "You need to losses up." Harry said, dropping to his knees in front of the boy. "Let me help you, baby." Harry spoke, his voice now deeper, his accent think with arousal.

Harry slowly and teasingly unbuttoned Louis' trousers, his breath warm against Louis thighs. Harry kissed up Louis' thighs to the waist band of his boxers, bitting them and pulling them down his legs. Louis' erection sprang free and Harry licked his lips, grabbing ahold of Louis' length. "Harry we sh-" Louis began but was cut off my Harry wrapping his full lips around Louis. "Oh fuck" Louis moaned, tangling his fingers into Harry's curls.

Harry hummed against Louis, swirling his tongue as his hands found their way to louis hips, firmly gripping onto them. "God Harry" Louis groaned, bucking his hip, pushing himself further into Harry's warm mouth. Louis realized that Harry had no gag reflex and his eyes widened, he's never been with anyone like that and the possibility that Harry could take him in entirely made him get harder, the hardest he could possibly get.

Harry bobbed his head down to the middle of Louis length, wrapping his hand around the base of it and pumping the rest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Louis repeated under his breath as Harry took all of him in, hitting the back of his throat. "HARRY!" He yelled, clenching his eyes closed. Harry was pleased with what he was getting out of Louis, if he was lucky maybe Louis would be up for his proposition.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows from the hall way, what the hell was going in in Louis and Harry's room? He reached for the door handle, ready to open the door. "Harry, fuck, yes!" He heard Louis groan from inside, as his eyes widened. He back away from the door slowly, turning to walk back down the hallway. "About fucking time." he muttered, returning to him and Zayn's bed room.

"Shit... Fucking shit." Louis murmured, feeling himself reaching closer to his boiling point. Louis looked down at Harry who was concentrating on what he was currently doing, but when Harry looked up at Louis with an innocent stare plastered on his features Louis lost it. "H-Harry!" He yelled out, finishing in Harry's mouth. Harry swallowed, coming back up to peck Louis lips.

*Harry's Perspective*

"I have an idea." I said, looking at Louis' tired, warn out face. Even like this he's fucking gorgeous Jesus. "What's that, baby?" He panted, keeping his head leaned back, his eyes closed loosely as he attempted to labor his breathing. "What we are.." I began. "Friends..." Louis trailed off, not being able to find the words to finish his statement.

"With benefits." I finished, a grin finding its way to my lips as he tiredly nodded.