Saviour (A Larry Stylinson Fic)

Chapter 10: Trouble

A/N Bit shorter this time. Hope you still like it!

Harry sat with his eyes closed taking in the breeze coming through his open window and the soothing sound of his boyfriend singing along to the radio next to him as Louis drove them both to school on Monday morning. Harry ended up staying over the whole weekend as the two couldn’t seem to separate themselves. Harry would have sung along too but his throat was too raw from being ravaged over and over. He couldn’t complain though, it had all been at his insistence, not even accepting Louis’ offers to return the favor, except for once that Saturday night. He looked over to see Louis smiling and tapping his hand against the steering wheel, looking like perfection personified. His tan skin was glowing in the sun light and the blue in his striped tee brought out the deep blue of his own eyes. Louis looked so utterly happy and content Harry couldn’t help but smile. His mind, however, had a million questions circling in it.

"Lou, can I ask you something?" Harry asked tentatively. Louis reached out and turned the radio down.

"Of course, Hazza. What’s up?" Harry smiled at his new nickname before getting nervous again.

"Well, I was just wondering if you thought… maybe, like, we went too fast this weekend?" Louis raised his eyebrows and shot a glance over at Harry before he laughed.

"Honestly?" Harry nodded. "Yeah, I do," Harry felt his stomach drop. He knew he was pushing too hard, but Louis had never pushed him away so he figured everything was fine. "But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want it; that I didn’t enjoy it. I just would have preferred to wait a little, but that’s fine, Haz. If what you wanted it, and if you were ready then I wasn’t going to complain. I mean it isn’t like I hadn’t been thinking about it since the day I met you." Louis reached over and gave Harry’s knee a reassuring squeeze. Harry quickly grabbed Louis hand and squeezed it in his own, linking their fingers together. Louis looked over at him and smiled, squeezing Harry’s hand back. 

"Okay… I’m not ready to go any further though. I just want you to know that. I’ll get down on my knees all day for you, but I don’t want to do anything else. Is that, okay?" 

"Yeah, of course! Hazza, even if you told me you were ready I wouldn’t have sex with you. I’m not ready for us to take it to that level. You mean a lot to me, this relationship means a lot to me. We don’t need sex, not yet anyway. We need to see how this goes, ya know? Just us being together, without all of those complications." He pulled Harry’s hand toward him and placed a few quick kisses to his fingers. "I also don’t want you sucking my dick everyday." Louis laughed and Harry looked confused and slightly heartbroken.

"Was it not good enough?" Louis’ eyes went wide. Had his reaction to ever touch and flick of Harry’s tongue not made it obvious that it was the best head he had ever received? Surely the fact that he was able to go multiple times in a row without stopping had to give Harry some hint at how incredible his technique was. Harry had made him cum so many time in one night it was almost painful.

"Harry, that’s ridiculous! You’re beyond amazing, almost frighteningly good at it. I don’t even want to know where you learned all of that, and I mean that literally. I’d rather be in the dark about how you got so good." Louis laughed as Harry pulled his hand from Louis to cross his arms and pout.

"I’m not a slut." Harry said very matter-of-factly.

"I know, I know. What I was saying is that I don’t want you to feel obligated to have to do that all the time. I want there to be more to our relationship than just blow-jobs and sex. I think that’s what happens when you have sex too soon in a relationship, it’s easy for that to become the center of the relationship and you forget to form an actual emotional bond with the person. That’s why I would have preferred to wait a little longer. It never lasts when it becomes all about sex, believe me." Harry’s body eased as he understood what Louis was saying.