Step Brothers aka Lovers (Larry Stylinson) ON HOLD

Chapter 3

Louis POV:


I woke up the next morning to Harry laughing. I got up out of bed and walked straight down the hall towards his room. I started to bang on his door. He immediately stopped laughing. "Just a second!" I heard him say. He opened the door and I took in the scene in front of me. Harry was standing only in his briefs and I couldn't help but let my eyes linger there for a second. I heard him clear his throat then speak, "What did you want?" I looked back up at him and made eye contact. I noticed he had these beautiful sea green color. "I just wanted to know why you were laughing so loud this early," I say honestly. He just looks at me, "Like you would want to know," and just as he is about to shut the door I put my hand on it to stop it.

"Well, that's a bit rude. Don't you think?" I said, trying to sound sad. "No, not really." I heard him, obviously trying to hide a stutter. "Well, I did and I'm hurt." I open his door and walk in. "I, I, I don't think you should be in here," he stuttered. "Why Harry?" I started to walk towards him. He backed himself into the wall. "Because it's not your room." I put my hand on his chest and my other one above his head. I put my head right where his neck is and sniffed. I heard him gasp and I chuckled. I nibbled on his earlobe and whispered suductively into his ear, "Well that's not a good enough reason to leave." I heard him almost moan and that's when I left the room. A smirk plastered on my face.


Harry POV:



Fucking tease. Louis left me with a huge problem. I couldn't help but be turned on by him. I hated to admit it, but Louis was just so sexy. I opened my door and looked for Louis. Looked like the coast was cleared. I closed my door and locked it. I sat on my bed and took off my pants along with my boxers. My erection sprung free and I couldn't help but softly moan.


I put my hand on my chest and started to slide it down to cock. I grabbed and tried to imagine another persons hand there. At first I thought Freddie Smith, but that thought was gone soon. I could feel my precum leaking as I started to rub and down slowly. I moaned quietly as I started to speed up. I tried to picture someone's lips around them and all that did was made me speed up. I moaned louder, a name on the verge of escaping my lips. I realized I was nearing my end and started pumping so fast. You could hear my grunts and puffs as I was nearing the end. As I came, I moaned and the name finally escaped my lips. "Oh Lou!" I moaned loudly as I came into my hand. I grabbed some tissues out of my bag and started to clean up my mess. I am really hoping Louis didn't hear me.


I didn't want to be attracted to my jack ass of a step brother. I just couldn't help it. I put my boxers and pants back on then layed down in bed. I picked up my phone and looked for any new texts. I had two from Liam and one from my mum.

From: Liam
To: Harry
How's your summer so far with the dick?

From: Liam
To: Harry
Did he kill you with his doucheness?

From: Mum
To: Harry
Honey, how's becoming friends with Louis so far? Mark and I should be visiting in a week. See you then!

I scoff. I put my phone back onto the desk and close my eyes. I needed a nap.


Louis POV:


I heard everything. I couldn't help but feel a little proud and yet disgusted of myself. I just made my steep brother masturbate to me. I sort of wanted to go into his room and judge him, but I'll just hold it against him. Blackmail, some of you might call it. I call it, yeah I call it blackmail. I chuckled darkly.


I walk out of my room and into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets in search of breakfast. I found it on top of the cabinet and got a bowl. I pour the cereal into the bowl then got the milk. I poured the milk into the bowl, grabbed a spoon and put it in there. I put everything away then grabbed the bowl and headed up to my room.


I grabbed my phone off of my bedside table and checked for missed calls and texts. I ate my cereal while listening to my voicemail from Zayn, my best friend, and reading my texts from my dad. Zayn, called me wanting to know where I was and if I would come to the party on Saturday. I quickly called him back saying no and that I was stuck with dipshit. Dad texted me saying that he would be visiting in a week. Oh gee, what I happy time. Note the sarcasm.


----One Week Later----

Harry POV:


I heard Louis get up and make breakfast. He hasn't brought up me, um, touching myself to him so I guess he didn't hear. The week has been filled with us ignoring each other and keeping up to our own lives. I get up out of bed and head downstairs. I entered the kitchen and smelled burnt bacon. I laughed making him turn and scowl at me. "What are you making there?" I say trying to not laugh and walk towards him. He frowns, "I was trying to make bacon, but it well. You know," he says sadly. I laugh loudly causing me to cover my mouth with my hand. I uncover my mouth to speak, "You can't cook." I push him out of the way, causing sparks to flow through my arms, and take the pan off the oven.


After I finished cooking a second set of bacon, I turn around to find Louis gaping at me. "How do you do that?" he asks. I chuckle, "It's called, I can cook," I turn back around and get him a plate of it. I hear him mumble "Thank you," before heading back upstairs. I decide to stop him. "You do know that today is when Mark and Mum are visiting, right? That means that we will have to be nice to each other," he turns back around. "Well, that's not fun. Do you know what time?" As the answer to his question, someone knocks on the door.