Saving Him ≫ Harcel

♡ C h a p t e r 5 ♡

Marcel snuggled deeper into Louis' toned yet deliciously smooth chest. Marcel could hit himself. How could he have forgotten about this ball of perfection for even a second, while it was sitting alone at home waiting impatiently for the day to be over. He inhaled the sweet fumes of his boyfriend in through his nose, and lovingly sighed it out, billowing Louis' loose top and giving the older lad goosebumps. Marcel couldn't even think of a better, more perfect place to be, then wrapped up in the arms of the love of his life. Taking another breath of Louis in, he turned his head slightly to listen to the heart of his lover pound into his ears. 

"Did you just sniff me?" Louis glanced down at Marcel and admired him. 

"Maybe?"

Louis didn't really mind as he stared adoringly down and the little cutie. Since being home, Marcel has taken a shower, put in his contacts, and slipped into a black Ramones t-shirt and sweats. Louis swears this boy will be the death of him, going from a cute innocent little nerd by day, to a delicious rugged sex god by night. His curls fell loose around his face, and without his glasses, Louis felt like could just drown in the boys brilliant green orbs. These moments with Marcel were the ones he always cherished. When his parents weren't home and they could snuggle, or make out , on the couch and watch films all night long. Louis was really glad Marcel's parents didn't really care what he did, because that meant Louis got to spend every waking moment with the boy. He slept here more often than he did in his own apartment. 

"I hope you don't ever get sick of me." Louis whispered into Marcel's chocolate locks, half hoping the young boy didn't hear him, but also longing for those big eyes to look up into his and say... 

"I'd never get sick of you boobear. I love you." Marcel murmured sitting up more on his own so he was eye-level with his love. Louis didn't say anything in return, and started fiddling with the seams of the blanket the couple was wrapped up in. 

"Lou." Marcel said more forcefully, lightly grabbing Louis' chin tilting his head up to look at him. "I. Love. You. Louis. William. Tomlinson." He leaned forward and placed a sweet, light kiss on Louis soft lips. "Don't you ever forget that, okay boo?"

Louis nodded and smiled, taking his turn to snuggle into Marcel's chest. As if they were trading places, it was Marcel's turn to get bad feelings. As he ran his hand through Louis' feathered hair, he couldn't help but feel guilty about his actions and desires at school today. It seems, while Louis may not forget that Marcel was deeply in love with him, he may have forgotten himself. Shaking the unnecessary thoughts from his head, he focused his attention on the screen in front of him. "Love Actually" was one of his favorite films, and although he knew Louis didn't like it, his lovely boyfriend had no complaints when Marcel picked the sappy romance. Yet another reason for him to be deeply in love with his boobear, and not think about anyone else, because really. Who out there even compared to his British beauty? 

Marcel kept trying to focus on the film, but the more he tried, the more Louis continued to come to mind. Marcel was longing for the boy, and the way Louis was leaning up against his lower region, really wasn't helping him tame the dirty thoughts that were beginning to come to mind. Louis glanced up into Marcel's darkening eyes, and leaned more purposefully on his growing hard-on. 

"Now you're doing that on purpose." Marcel whined, poking Louis in his side.

"Don't pretend you don't love it." Louis sat up and straddled Marcel. "I know you want me." Louis whispered gravely into Marcels ear. He began grinding down on him and whispering more dirty things in his ear. 

"You're mine, you got that Mr. Lewis?" Louis started running his hands down Marcels chest and abs. "You're not allowed to go prancing around that god forsaken school, getting boners for anyone, you understand me?" 

"How did you-"

"Enough." The older boy cut him off and began toying with Marcel's nipples through his shirt, pinching and flicking them, loving the reaction Marcel gave him. "You're all mine. From your pretty little eyes, to your throbbing hard-on. No one makes you hard, except for me. Got that?"

"Yes daddy.." Marcel moaned from underneath him. Louis continued to grind focefully onto Marcel's aching erection. Marcel began to wince at the discomfort his boxers were causing him. It was just too much for him to be confined like he was.

"Awe my poor baby. Panties a little tight?" Louis mocked Marcel and grinded down on him even harder than before, his own aching erection causing more and more friction between the two.

"Lou- I... Louis I need you." Marcel choked out, throwning his head back and letting out the moan he was trying so hard to hold back. 

"That's right baby. Moan for me." Louis was beginning to lose control himself, but he bit his own moan back and continued his work on Marcel. He couldn't allow himself to lose dominance for a second. Marcel bucked his hips up against Louis, and unable to keep down his own moan, he forced his mouth upon Marcels, and it began. Hot lips connected, sparks flying, tongues wrestling... Marcel fought for dominance, but quickly relented; realizing that tonight, it was all Lou. 

Louis was almost astounded at how well their lips fit together every time. It was perfect. The way they're tongues wrapped around eachothers was amazing. He couldn't help himself anymore. Stopping his grinding and disconnecting his lips from Marcel's, he stood up, and dragged Marcel with him. Quickly reconnecting their lips, he picked up Marcel and wrapped his legs around his waist. Movie forgotten, Loius carried Marcel down the hall to his bedroom, keeping their lips together all the time. 

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SO. I wrote out all of the sexy smutty acitivities of Louis and Marcel's night, BUT i'm not sure if you guys want them... Do you want them? I could just, I dunno, skip them and move on if you guys want. *shrugs* It's all up to you. ;) Have a nice night.