It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

thirty-eight

Louis sighed. "I miss sex."

Liam looked at him, confused. They had long since forgiven and forgotten whatever conflict they'd had. "Why? It's not like Harry hasn't had sex before. He doesn't want to do it with you?"

"I don't know what he does and doesn't want. All I know is that I don't know how sex with two guys works, and I don't really want to find out."

"I don't know much about sex in general," Liam said unhelpfully. "It's not like I've done anything anyway."

"You haven't?" Louis asked.

"I started liking Zayn around when sex started looking good to me, and I wasn't going to do anything with anyone if I didn't actually like them, so I didn't."

"Just talk to Harry about it. He knows everything you need to know, and he'll be happy to help you out."

/ / / \ \ \

Louis knocked at Harry's door.

"Oh, hey, Lou. Come in. I actually just made a batch of tea and thought about you."

"I suppose I'm a good thing to think about," Louis said, sipping the tea as Harry and he walked slightly aimlessly into the living room. It was made perfectly for him, like always. Harry was so sweet.

"You are. So, not that I don't love your company, but what brings you here?"

Louis hesitated, moving the cup in his hand to pass the time. "Um... I was talking to Liam and Z earlier today, and they said I should ask you. Only it concerns you, so I don't really know how to word it."

"You can say it. Be as blunt as you need to get the point across, babe."

Louis made a face as he tried to get the words out. "I, um, told them that I missed sex. Not, like, with the girls I was with in the past, but in general. I'm just kind of nervous, because I don't know what it means when it comes to... us."

Harry thought for a moment, then stood and faced Louis, taking both of their cuppas and setting them on the table. He kept walking forward, causing Louis to take steps back, until Louis was against the wall and looking up at Harry through unreadable eyes.

"How you do it..." Harry's voice sounded more scratchy and raspy than he thought it would, "is you go slowly. Take everything one step at a time..." he paused to take Louis's hands in his own and pull them around his own waist, "and don't rush anything."

"Like how?"

"First base first," Harry said, looking from Louis's eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. "Then the clothes come off, and we get used to that. And then foreplay... and then we go especially slowly after that."

"I know what the base system is. I just don't know what it means with two guys."

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob?"

Louis shivered just a tiny bit from that, imagining Harry's pink, parted lips on places that weren't his face. "Yeah." But he doubted the blowjobs he'd gotten before would ever compare to what Harry could do. "Are you...?"

"No, baby," Harry told him, grinning. "We're taking everything slowly, right?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Getting on my knees is not taking this slowly," Harry whispered in his ear, slipping off his shirt first, then Louis's. "But nice try anyway."

"Worth a shot," Louis giggled a little as Harry's hands wrapped around his waist.

"You're so cute, fuck."

"Are you going to give me that blowjob any time soon?"

"Later. After we've been together longer."

"I suppose that's better," Louis said, sighing dramatically.

"Better than what?"

"Whatever I thought before I came over here," Louis teased.

Harry stuck his tongue out playfully before changing the subject. "Why is it that you've been to my house a lot, but I don't even know where you live?"

Louis hesitated. "It's not that I don't want you there."

"Then what is it?" Harry wasn't being mean or insisting about it — Louis just wasn't fond of answering. He expected Harry to ask soon; they had been close for far too long for them not to have been to each other's houses at least several times. But Louis was reluctant. "Are you ashamed of me or something?"

"No, of course not," Louis answered instantly. "Um... no, H, it's not you."

"'It's not you; it's me,'" Harry joked, grinning and using a different voice that suggested he was quoting something.

Louis laughed. "It's not me, either. I'm not ashamed of you or scared of you or anything. It's... my parents aren't the best, and I don't want them to be allowed to get in my business, if that makes sense."

"Not really."

"Like, if I go over to your house after school, they won't care enough about where I am and what I'm doing if it's inconvenient for them. But if we go over to my house, then my parents will ask a bunch of questions and judge everything and complain and disapprove and whatever because it's convenient for them. They won't have to go far to stick their noses in my life."

"You sound like you're their biggest fan."

Louis grinned and looked down. "It sounds bad if you've never met them. Li and Z know. There's a reason they hardly ever come over, either. Only I'm not dating them, so it's a little bit easier to tell my parents whatever."

"Well, it's a good thing you're not dating them, then," Harry teased, sensing that it wasn't something Louis liked to talk about. "But you are dating me, so step up your boyfriend game."

"You're the one who asked! I totally would've kept kissing you if you hadn't asked!"

Harry smiled and kissed Louis's nose. "Liar."

"I'm not lying!"

"You're definitely lying," Harry said, trying not to laugh. It was times like this when he was reminded of just how much Louis meant to him and how much he liked him. Louis just brightened Harry's life. He was his own source of sunshine, making any bad things seemingly disappear. "You're a lying liar and I disrespect that."

"I disrespect you." Louis laughed adorably. "This must be how all of our conversations end. Are we going to keep making fun of each other anytime we talk?"

"It's how I flirt."

"You don't have to flirt. I'm here already."

"It's how I flirt," Harry repeated teasingly. "Now put your shirt back on before my mum gets home and thinks we did something."

"You're the one who took it off!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lou."

Louis sighed in fake exasperation as he bent down to pick up his shirt and hit Harry in the arm with it. "Fuck you."

Harry smiled, lightly kissed Louis's lips, and sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to him and sitting as close to Louis as he could.

Louis couldn't be happier.