The Bet- Larry Stylinson fanfic

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

Fuck, fu-uck, Louis. Oh, yes. Louis, oh Lou. Ahhh!

Someone shoved my shoulder with big eyes, and the green sent me into shock.

Louis was leaning over me, slightly smirking. Fück! I'm dead, I just had a wet dream with me and Lou. I could've moaned or said his name, all I know is I'm especially hard. He chuckles gripping his stomach, faking sounds.

Oh, Louis! Yes, right there! Oh fück, so close... Ahh, God.

The grip of my jeans tightens and Louis falls still laughing. He finds this funny? What the hëll? Shït, I can't breath. Lou's eyes turn a dark green, and he sits himself in the bed next to me gasping for air.

Louis's hand grips my bicep, and I take in a short, sharp breath. He smirks and leans toward me, I don't hesitate to lean in. We sit there until our lips brush, and he laughs, his minty breath mixed with mine. He sits up straight and says, with his eyes returning to their bright shade.

Got ya!

He struts out of the room, leaving me confused as fück.

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Zayn grips Louis's knee, rubbing his leg. I'm growling at the Tv and Louis walks back in. He laughs at me, plopping down next to me.

Lou throws his leg over me, straddling me. What is he doing? He looks me dead in the eye, and starts rolling himself against me. I moan loudly, moving my hands to his slow hips. He rotates them faster, then suddenly stops and whispers to me.

We can't help our dreams can we? I bet you I can last longer, in that way.

I nod, but he doesn't go into further explanation. Then he's standing up, and I'm gripping the couch with full force. Lou walks out of the room, and the Tv still plays Zayn's arms finding their way around him. I should be that close to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Lapse ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I know Lou likes to tease me but this was to much, now it's replaying in my head every time we make eye contact. His hips rubbing his groin against mine, my hands forcing him to go faster.

I imagine the serious look in his eyes, thrown off by the small smirk he wore. The way he didn't moan once, and watched me groan under his touch. All because of a stupid dream.

It's been a week of imaging his touch on me, and imagining him with Zayn. I trip him so he falls on top of me, now we're both on the couch. He's laying on his back, looking at me with that stupid smirk. I reach over to him, and brush my lips against his. Right when I'm about to kiss him, he licks my lips. I back up, shocked and he mumbles.

Want to play that game? I don't back out Harold, so go ahead and try.

Fine, I won't back out either. I push myself against him, and he's first to stick his tongue down my throat. I gasp into the kiss, followed by my moan. He controls me so easily, flipping us over so he's on top.

My hands trail down, grabbing his bum. He jumps creating friction in my jeans. Lou smirks and rolls his hips in a wide circle. Slow as fück, f·f·f·ü·ück. My hands make their way up, clawing at his back. Obviously giving Lou an idea.

He leans back and rips his shirt off. I suck in a sharp breath, and his hands move down to his jeans. He's in his tight boxers, showing his small bulge. I don't mean he's small, I mean he's not as hard as I am right now.

Louis puts his legs around me again, and moves his hips back and forth instead of circles. I yell, gasping at the same time.

Fück Lou!

He's dry humping me now. I'm gripping his back, digging my nails into him. He moves his kisses to my neck, sucking on my collar bone. I groan and shiver at his tongue making circle motions.

Louis leaves his mark, bright red and soft. Then continues kissing my neck. After lots of love bites, and me not backing down, his hand grabs my bulge under my jean waist band, and he pulls my jeans to my feet. His hand is palming me through my loose boxers, and he smirks as I yell out.

Louis! Oh god.

He's sucking my neck, and giving me a hand job. That's it, no. I'm not going anywhere else because he wants to play a game. I mumble as my head rolls back.

Fine, fine. I back down.

Yes!

He jumps off me, pulling his pants back up. He remains shirtless and leans down to peck my cheek. Az I get up to take a shower, he smacks my bum yelling.

Thanks boo!