Push Me (BoyxBoy)

"I Wanna Right My Wrongs."

Harry's POV

When Louis confirmed it was okay to start over, I felt like jumping out of my skin. He left a couple of seconds later giving me a small nod, and a barely visible crooked grin. I was so happy, nothing could make happier than finally getting into this boys pants.

I got the rest of my things out of my locker and walked to my next class, which happens to be the one I have with Louis. I should have offered to walk with him, the sooner I befriend him, the sooner I can get him into bed. Some may think I'm a bad person, but I would like to think that those people just don't understand me. Hell, I don't understand me.

Walking into the classroom, Louis is already in his seat behind me. He's staring down at his notes waiting for the teacher to start speaking. He looks quiet adorable today, did he do something differently with his hair? Maybe I should ask him...

I take my seat in front of him and I turn around slowly my lips turning up in a small smile. I kept reminding myself to take this super slow, to not scare him off, to not make him mad, or hate me.

"Hi Louis. "He looks up then, smile gone.

"Hey.." Something is wrong with him, I can tell. What's happened to make him look so distant in so little time?

Louis POV

FLASHBACK

He has me pinned down the moment he walks into the room, his hands twisted in a knot on my back.

"Hi Louis." He speaks in a low deep voice to me, why won't he just leave me be? Why does he have to do this every time I come here? I just want to be happy. He thrust his hips against my thigh trying to tell me he's hard for me, he's so nasty. When and if I leave here today, the first place I'm going is to the bathroom to take a shower, get the feel of him off of my body.

"Aren't going to greet me naughty boy? Well, I'll just have to punish you, You shouldn't be so rude." I'm now bent over his desk, my hands tied behind my back with his tie. His pelvis is against my bum, with his erection throbbing against me. He backs up just enough to pull my pants down, showing my bum. He squeezes my left ass cheek with one of his hands while he bites at my right. I shut my eyes tightly trying not to whimper in pain. None of this is pleasure, when you do this with someone you love, then it's pleasure, but he doesn't love me, nor do I love him.

His teeth and hand are gone now. Nothing happens for a couple of moments, no movement, no sound, I think for a moment that he's gone, but as I'm about to look up there's a hard slap against my bum.

"Count for me." He slaps again, harder than the first. I don't say a word. "COUNT!"

A tear slips from my eyes. "T-two.." I whisper. Another slap, I can practically feel the redness that's there, the stinging is getting worse and worse with each smack. He hits again.

"Three..." Five more slaps and I'm sobbing all over his paperwork, on his desk. He jerks my head by my head, I don't think it's natural to have your head bent back this far.

"Don't mess up my work with your salty fucking tears. What are you crying for anyway? You know you deserved it, all eight smacks against your plump little bum." I feel his hand reach down and spread my cheeks. He probes his finger at my entrance. "Even if you didn't like it, I think you'll like this part more, won't you whore?" I don't answer. He jabs his finger in quickly pushing all the way back to his knuckle. "WON'T YOU?!"

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Yes! Yes." I scream out to him. I don't need eight more slaps for saying I won't like it. The next thing I know I feel him enter me, the only thing I can think is, how'd he get his pants down with one hand? The other hand is inside me.