To Think, Lust Isn't Enough (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Hope you guys enjoy! No smut yet, but we're close!

-Cassie

Week later

Louis' in a considerably better mood today, a total of 10 hours of sleep does a growing boy good. And so does parties and booze, and sex, lots of sex. So of course, Louis grinding on a muscular boy behind him while the boy sucks on his neck, is only for Louis' greater health. Hes got a slight buzz, just enough to make the boy behind him five times better looking than he actually is. Louis would like to think that that's the only reason he plans on having sex with him, but really, Louis would screw a pole right now, horny as he is. And yeah, Louis was horny, but not desperate, so he didn't want to be the one to ask to go to a room. So he waited, with skin against skin, and his plump bum rubbing against clothes crotch.

It took everything for Louis not to sigh in relief as a slight bite came at his shoulder, and soft inquiries of the room upstairs to be accepted. So Louis pulled the burly boy toward the stairs, fighting a moan as the guy attached himself to Louis back side and sucking roughly on his neck. He was about to pull the sweaty body of the body builder up the stairs when a hand reached and grabbed at his bicep. Louis felt annoyance build in the pit of his stomach as he turned to chew out whoever had just cock blocked him, because obviously he was in the middle of something. But instead his jaw slackened a little as he saw a shirtless Harry Styles standing with dagger eyes at the boy Louis has every intention of fucking. Harry's hair was unruly as usual, stuck to his head from sweat, just like his body glistened like a god. His tattoos were prominent, and his tight jeans left nothing to the imagination , and well, even Louis could admit whoever got screwed by Harry Styles that night was in for it.

Harry's large hand slid from Louis bicep down to his small wrist with a strong grip, but not tight enough to hurt. Harry's eyes were alight with anger as he jerked his chin up as a signal for Louis future sex pal to get lost as he pulled Louis from the boys grasp. Louis stumbled unexpectedly into Harry's glistening toned chest, his finger tips landig on the boys abs and over the butterfly on his stomach. Louis' heart beat fast, because he knew Harry could feel his hard on through his jeans and the large hand came from behind and gripped at Louis shirt. Louis glanced up at the strong jawline and handsome features of Harry's face, and annoyance and anger fluctuated in his abdomen that even a sweaty attractive body couldn't quell, "I was about to set laid you cock blocking son of a bitch!" He growled out, and Harry's face turned to a smirk instead of the hard set grimace, "Nuh uh uh." Harry's hand gripped Louis' bum and pushed Louis into his own crotch, rubbing their clothes erections together, "I don't take it so well people getting off in my house, unless it's me." Louis' jaw went slack, "This is your home?!" He tried to push back from Harry, despite the burning want running through his veins, but Harry gripped harder and grinded Louis hardened dick against his own thigh. "Don't you think it's a good idea to know who's house you're in, Tomlinson?" Harry asked, almost scoldingly with amused eyes, "Besides, I'm proud your here, I think I have a promise to follow through." Louis bit his lip, "But you said-" Harry bit at Louis ear pulling softly, "I said no one except me, and I'd like for you to join me."

Louis bit on his bottom lip, considering, although he's pretty sure his dick made his mind up for him. He nodded slowly, making Harry's face break out into a grin, dimples and all. Louis really didn't understand how Harry could be planning to do such dirty things to him and still look innocent with his cherub cheeks and big green eyes. "Great," Harry mumbled as he gave Louis a glance over, slightly kneeding his long fingers into the flesh of Louis' bum. He gently guided Louis up the stairs, and with each step Louis' dick got harder, and his mind got more and more stubborn and protestent. Because this is Harry Styles, the player. The boy who kicks hearts around like a football, but what does that matter to Louis? After all, he wants what Harry wants, quick fuck. Still though, Louis had to have the last word, and well he was still kinda pissed at Harry for interjecting what he has worked so hard for. "We can do this," he started as Harry and he came to the end of the stairs into a long hall, "but just know you weren't my first choice." He stated matter-o-factly. Harry snorted, coming to a stop in front of a room. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a key, while Louis observed the skinny jeans that hugged Harry tightly and wondered how the fuck he got them on, how Louis was going to get them off, and how even a piece of lint could fit into the pocket nevertheless a key.