The boy in the lacy mask (Larry Stylinson BDSM)

12

Previously on the boy in the lacy mask

Anders Lennon Alders older brother is a homophobic asshole who goes apeshit at Louis and Harry. Accusing them of knowing where his brother went. The two play a little mind game and Anders gets furious. They finally tell him where Alders is.

Meanwhile in Bolton Rowan revealed what he did in America. He writes romance novels. Alders blushes like a little baby he is and turns cute as a button.

That's what you missed on The Boy in the Lacy Mask.

And this chapter will basically be Anders Alders and Rowan. WITH NO LARRY AT ALL. So if you are a Larry and came to read some Larry.....well hate to break it to ya but this is more than just a larry fic.

*Mentions of suicide are in this chapter*
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"Those homosexual freaks disgust me in every way" Anders said. Opening the door as he walked inside and dialed his private investigator Cason. "Cason Maximus" Cason said. "Tell me Everything you Know about Rowan Kelly birthdate address parents names all of it call me back when you have everything about this man" Anders said. "Why do you need this information" Cason said. "It's my business get it done" Anders said.

Anders set the phone down as he walked into the study. His wife Meredith walked taking a seat on a chair in front of the desk. "Your up to something" Meredith said. "It's for me to know" Anders said. "Why did I hear you say tell me everything you know about Rowan Kelly " Meredith said.

"That's none of your business" Anders said. "Have you forgotten that my brother is Cason who you have your little private investigator play with" Meredith said. "Dammit Meredith it's none of your concern get the hell out of my office or go clean some shit up" Anders shouted. "I hope you get kicked in the ass for that" Meredith said.

A couple minutes later Cason called back. "His name is Rowan Kelly, Born October 15th 1898, parents names are Lillian and Ernest Kelly, Is a American Writer of Romance is homosexual no arrest charges or warrants to know of this guy is clean" Cason said. "Did you say he was a American man, where in America is he from" Anders asked. "New York City" Cason said. "Thank you so much I have all I need" Anders said.

Anders sat at his desk as he thought out his plan to raise a little hell.

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"No no no more kisses Rowie I cant breathe" Alders said. Rowan kissed Alders once more on the lips before giving his boy a break. "Alright Fine besides I wouldn't want my dashingly handsome boy breathless" Rowan said. Alders caught his breath before he was a blushing mess. "Or would we" Rowan whispered in his ear. Rowan pulled him into a hug as he moved side to side. "What time is it Rowie" Alders asked. "Umm it is nine thirty is my prince tired hmm" Rowan asked.

Alders nodded while he yawned and rubbed his eyes. "It's been a long day hasn't it baby" Rowan asked. "Yes Rowie, can you carry me to bed" Alders asked. Rowan couldn't help but admire his tired boy looking so soft in his arms. "Of course I can Prince Aldi" Rowan said. Rowan picked alders up off from the sofa as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Do you like being in my arms Aldi" Rowan asked. "Mmhmm" Alders said. "I love you being in my strong arms" Rowan said. Rowan kissed alders head spreading kisses down to his collar bone. "Rowwiieeee I'm trying to sleep" Alders moaned. "Well I want to make my little prince happy" Rowan said.

Rowan wrapped his arms around his boy as he cuddled next to him. As Rowan cuddled Alders he realized something Adlers has never said that he loved him. He didn't want to bother his sleeping boy but he would ask him in the morning.

An hour later Rowan went to go write more for his novel. Once he was done writing it was already morning. Rowan couldn't believe that he wrote all night. It's a habit Rowan hated, he did it a lot for his first second third forth and this is his tenth novel so basically he does it a lot.

"Shit not again why do I do this" Rowan groaned. The light from the window blinded him as he went to shut the curtains. The clock on Rowan's desk read eight thirty. Rowan heard breakfast being cooked as he walked downstairs towards the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen he saw Alders making him breakfast.

"What's all this for babe" Rowan asked. "You had a long night , I heard you writing the ticking of the type writer,  with that ding when you reached the end of the sentence" Alders said. "I'm impressed by the knowledge of Typewriters Aldi" Rowan teased. "What can I say in the hospital they taught me how to write my feelings on a typewriter, the therapist Ms Elaine showed me how" Alders said. "Do you still have those papers with you I'd love to have a look" Rowan asked.

"Can you watch the food I'll be right back" Alders said. Walking into the bedroom to retrieve his pile of Papers from the days he was in the hospital. "There's depressing and suicidal thoughts in those" Alders said. "Have you gotten close to committing suicide" Rowan asked. Alders eyes turned glossy as he looked at the wall.

Rowan pulled him into a hug. Alders cried into Rowan's chest from the horrible memories. "I tried...telling Anders but he ignored me....I wrote him pleading letters to rescue me but he never replied" Alders cried. Rowan couldn't help me let tears go as he thought of Alders suffering in that horrid place. "I-I am grateful that I met you Rowan because your the first person ever to make me feel wanted" Alders said.

"You'll always be wanted Aldi, I love you" Rowan said. "I-I Love you too Rowan" Alders said. Hearing those words made Rowan cry tears of happiness. "Why are you crying Rowie" Alders asked. "You just said you love me" Rowan said. "I love you Rowie" Alders said.

Alders admitted he loves Rowie how ADORABLE