Pretty boy // l.s

03

Tuesday

Harry saying he fell in love at first sight was something he usually would cringe at, gag and then have to move on from before he threw up— dramatic, he knows.

However, after spending half of last night making out with the pretty boy in the streets before he snuck back into his house, gracefully, he decided to settle with the term.

Harry leant with his head in his hands on the counter top. It was quiet again today, just another boring Tuesday in the Bakery. It never got busy on week days which was always a result, Harry still got paid the same and did less work— definitely worth skipping sixth form lessons for.

Peter was out back, stocking the bread shelves whilst Harry day-dreamt up front. All he had had on his mind all morning was Louis Louis Louis Louis.

He couldn't quite get to grips the wonders of the boy. They had spoken for hours, Harry learnt he played piano (in which he had promised to play to Harry one day) and he had five sisters? Harry couldn't remember if it was five or si—

"Hey sunshine." The beautiful honey Sound dropped into Harry's ears, breaking him out of his daydream.

Harry blushed, despite knowing Louis well enough to not go all school girl crushy on him, his cheeks still liked to throw up the crimson glow.

It made Louis laugh, "you know—" Louis said, trailing off to gaze lovingly into Harry's eyes, "— I find it incredibly cute when you blush over me."

This of course made Harry blush harder.

Harry calmed himself down and smiled as he  bent forward and puckered his lips out, waiting for Louis to close the space between them. Louis moved in, closing his eyes, barely brushing his lips over Harry's before moving back.

Harry snapped his eyes open in annoyance.
"Tease." He bitched.

"You know you like it." Louis mocked, before leaning in to peck his cheek. Harry shrugged in agreement, he loved being manhandled and left on edge— which Louis had already taken into account.

"What can I get you then." Harry said, picking at the fraying hem of his green apron, smiling to himself.

"I would like to try something homemade today." Louis grinned cheekily and Harry watched the look flick back into Louis' lustful eyes.
Louis bent forward to whisper, even though there was no one around.

The tingly sensation returned to Harry's easily turned on teenage body, he groaned as he felt Louis brush over his ears.

"Take a cupcake without icing and add your own."

Harry backed away, confused.

"W-what? I can't make icing, Peter usually doe—"

Louis cut him off with a brief kiss before glancing obviously down to Harry's bulge, then proceeding to look up innocently to Harry's eyes.

"Oooohhh— you mean? Ew that's nasty!" Harry furrowed his eyebrows in discomfort.

Louis tutted, "you said last night you'd be a good little boy for me."

Harry gave in submissively, knees going weak as he grabbed a plain cupcake and headed to the bathroom. He tried to calm his dick as he heard Louis whisper, "daddy likes a lot of icing." whilst he walked away.

Harry double, and then triple checked the bathroom door was locked and then looked for security cameras just in case.

He ripped down his jeans nervously and pulling out his already hard dick, he tugged it a couple of times— feeling how bloody close he was. Embarrassed, Harry realised Louis could probably make him come untouched.

He threw his head back and suppressed a groan by biting his lip as his picked up the pace, the whole time imagining it was Louis' hand on his member.

He came seconds later, every ounce dropping out onto the cupcake, luckily. He felt dirty and disgusting but looked forward to Louis' reaction in a troubled pleasure.

Cleaning himself up, and whispering softly to himself to stop from going crazy and leaping out the bathroom window or something, he wobbled out. Peter was still stacking bread, most likely sexting his girlfriend instead but their boss wasn't in today so there was no one to tell them off.

Harry returned cautiously and got a shock when he realised there was another customer waiting, he apologised to the lady politely and gave Louis the cake who thanked him with a cheeky smile, knowing full well what it did to Harry.

Controlling himself wasn't the hardest part, but drawing his eyes away from the little auburn boy sitting in the corner, eyes burning into Harry as he licked every ounce of 'icing' off of the cake was.

Harry was dying for the lady to go, hoping that her age meant she couldn't tell that it was cum on the cupcake Louis was eating.

Once she'd left, Louis looked to Harry sexily and licked a strip across the top, swiping up any cum left over before moaning and walking up back over to Harry.

"You taste so good." He moaned out. Harry burned up in excitement but also embarrassment of what he just did.

Fucking hell. He thought.

Louis did his usual and turned, leaving Harry in the bakery with nothing but the jingle of the bell on the door and a very aching boner.

Fuck.