"Nineteen" (A Smutty Larry boyxboy One-Shot) COMPLETE

Rain

Louis squinted through the blinding California sun to see Harry ambling toward him, his tanned arms laden with plastic grocery bags and a lit cigarette dangling precariously between his pink lips. He was wearing his signature black skinny jeans, dark grey long sleeved Henley, those fucking brown boots, and an American flag scarf which held his unruly brown curls away from his face.

"Nice specs, nerd," Harry chuckled when he approached Louis before dropping his bags on the ground and taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"At least they’re practical," Louis huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest after adjusting his new glasses, trying not to stare at the tattoos peeking out on Harry’s chest. "You do realize it’s almost 90 degrees outside and we’re going to the beach, right?"

"No," Harry gasped in mock surprise, his green eyes wide with shock, "I must have missed that the first thirty times you reminded me this week. I thought you just wanted to hang out because you like me so much, Tommo."

Louis rolled his eyes and reached for the keys in his pocket as Harry stuck his tongue out playfully and tossed his cigarette to the pavement.

"Whatever. Can we just get going? I want to get back before the storm rolls in, and we’re already…," Louis checked his watch as he made sure to look obviously irritated, "almost an hour behind schedule."

"Ooh, why the rush? Does someone have a hot date tonight?" Harry posed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, actually. Tomorrow’s my birthday and I would prefer if I didn’t spend it stranded on a beach in the middle of a tropical storm. Now, if you don’t mind," Louis said through gritted teeth as he tried to maintain his composure.

Harry whistled and clapped his hands together, ignoring Louis’ exasperated sigh. “Well if I’d known that I would have brought more booze! But if you’re that anxious to go, start her up Captain. Two bottles of Smirnoff should be enough to get us good and wasted on the way there, yeah?”

God, please give me the strength to not murder this idiot today, Louis thought as he unlocked the side door before walking around and climbing behind the wheel, the roar of the engine almost masking Harry’s extremely off-key and loud rendition of “Happy Birthday” from outside - almost.

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"Louiiiiiiis! Hey, Louis! Dude, dude, check this out," Harry called out three hours later, breaking Louis’ concentration as he attempted to focus his lens on a family of otters playing amongst the increasingly rough waves.

"What’re you-," Louis’ voice trailed off as he glanced down at a slightly-tipsy Harry lying in the sand next to his feet to see him cupping a few struggling crabs on his crotch.

"Look, I’ve got crabs! Get it?" Harry exclaimed before bursting into a fit of unashamed giggles. Louis grinned in spite of himself at how happy Harry was just playing in the sand, so carefree and filled with childlike wonder at the simplest things.

To Louis’ surprise the afternoon hadn’t been nearly as dreadful as he thought it would be. Harry spent most of the drive to the secluded beach taking pictures of the stunning coastline, babbling on about his classes, his part-time job at a local music venue, and the vintage Jaguar he was working on fixing up while Louis drove and listened.

Considering how much Harry talked in their photography class, Louis never quite realized until now how pleasant Harry’s voice was, or how passionately he spoke about the things he loved. Louis wasn’t even upset that Harry hadn’t done a damn thing related to their project; Harry used his time to build sand castles, sing old Irish drinking songs at the top of his lungs, and ask Louis endless questions about his life, plans after school, and if he ever thought about hotboxing his van.

Louis returned his attention to the task at hand, hoping he’d have a few more minutes to get some usable shots before the darkening sky and whipping wind ruined his chances.

He must have lost track of time, however, because before he knew it he started to feel fat droplets of water hit him in droves, forcing the boys to seek refuge in the back of Louis’ bus.

"Shit, shit!" Louis cursed when he shut the rusting doors behind them and pulled his camera out from under his soaked shirt, checking to make sure it wasn’t as drenched as he was. He wiped at the Canon furiously, but had trouble seeing what he was doing due to the condensation fogging up his glasses.

"Hey, it’s alright," Harry said soothingly as he laid a light hand on Louis’ arm, causing Louis to freeze on the spot at his touch.

Louis swallowed tightly when Harry shifted closer towards the smaller boy, his nose filled with the scent of the ocean and Harry’s musky cologne as he reached for Louis’ glasses.

Harry removed them gingerly, his hands brushing gently over Louis’ temples, but to Louis the gesture was anything but gentle. Harry’s fingers felt like they carried an electric charge where they connected with his damp skin, the lightning striking down outside a mere spark compared to the shock coursing through his thin frame.

"You…you don’t have to do that," Louis mumbled as Harry took his glasses and wiped them off with a corner of a blanket before leaning forward with a smirk.

"Do what, Tommo? Clean your glasses or make you shake like a newborn calf?" Harry whispered as he placed the frames carefully on Louis’ face before his hands came to rest on the boy’s cheeks, green eyes sinking into blue in the dim lighting.

"It’s - it’s not because of you," Louis breathed as he tightened his grip on the camera in his lap, attempting with all his might to appear as neutral and stoic as possible, "I’m just cold, that’s all."

Louis wanted to pull away, to knock Harry’s sinfully soft hands from his face and tell him that he was a pompous, arrogant child who was only there with him because they were forced together for a grade, but he couldn’t.

"That’s funny, because I’m burning up." Harry laughed as he dropped his fingers to the bottom of his shirt and began lifting the wet fabric from his body inch by inch, ever so slowly.

Louis sat in absolute silence as Harry pulled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it behind him and leaning forward once more until he was so close Louis could see every eyelash framing his large green eyes and nearly taste the salty air on his flushed skin.

"You’re a horrible liar, Louis Tomlinson," Harry murmured as he took the camera from Louis’ lap and placed it off to the side before trailing his fingers along the boy’s thighs, Harry’s lip becoming preoccupied between his teeth as he grazed over the noticeable bulge betraying Louis’ words, "the absolute worst."

Harry inched even closer as Louis remained motionless, his breath coming out in faint, shallow puffs as Harry pressed down firmly on Louis’ cock.

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