Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

It had been about a month since Harry had taken me on the best date of my life, and it wasn't but two days later when he asked me to be his, and I accepted of course.

I had been to plenty of parties by now, and many times I had been offered weed and alcohol, but I had always refused the weed, and drank only a little.

I was at one of the notorious parties right now, watching Harry pick up a glass and take a shot, giggling afterwards.

"Babe, let yourself go for once, will you?" He says, when he notices me watching him.

I stare at him for a while. Hell, it was just alcohol. Why not get drunk for once? It didn't have to be an everytime thing.

I shrug, grabbing a shot from the bar on the back deck, swallowing it quickly. I see him grin in approval. I never loosened up at parties, and he was probably happy I was finally going to have fun.

He grabs me around the waste and kisses my cheek gently, and then my lips, letting his tongue slip out the moment our lips touch. I grin a little into the kiss, and part my lips slightly, not caring about our public display of affection. I wrap my arms loosely around his waste, letting one hand trail down to his ass, resting it there.

I feel him grin and press closer to me, reaching behind himself and grabbing my hand, making me squeeze his ass. After a few more minutes, we pull away, and realize we had drawn a crowd.

"Why don't you get a room, curly?" I hear someone remark from behind me. No one calls Harry curly except me.. I turn around and see the boy that I had only seen once, back when I first stayed over at Harry's apartment, James.

"Oh fuck off James, you weren't saying that when we-" Harry starts to retort, and then catches himself. I narrow my eyes and look at him. He was probably going to say fucked, the little shit.

"When we what Harry? Had sex? Multiple times? On that couch in there? How about right there on that kitchen counter?" James finishes for him, a smirk on his lips.

I was getting pissed, and I'm usually very happy go lucky, so this was rare. I take a small step towards him, shielding Harry, even though he was taller than I am.

"Shut the fuck up James. That was over two years ago." Harry mutters, looking at the ground.

"What about the time when we fucked for hours, up in that bed of yours? When you told me you'd never leave me?" He adds, making me furious.

"I never fucking said that shit and you know it James!" Harry yells.

"Is that what he tells you?" James says, pointing his finger at me, "That he'll never leave you?" He laughs to himself. "He's a filthy liar Louis, you better watch yourself."

I take a step forward, almost chest to chest with him now. "Now how about you shut the fuck up James and you-" I start to say, when all of a sudden Liam shows up and grabs James' arm, tugging him back.

"James, fucking christ, stop your shit before you get beat the fuck out of," Liam says, and he pulls him away into the crowd, leaving me boiling in anger, and Harry trembling slightly behind me. That settles it. I'm getting drunk tonight. Fuck this.

I grab a beer, popping it open and chugging it, and then grabbing for another, my vision already blurring slightly, as I had had a few other drinks before this. I feel Harry put his hand on my shoulder gently. "Take it easy Lou, not so much at once," He says, running his hand through my fringe gently.

I nod, but open the new beer, taking a small drink. A few beers later, Harry and I were both stumbling around, completely drunk.

"Harryyy. Come dance with me." I whine out, staggering and giggling at myself. I pull on his sleeve, and he stands, slapping my ass when he does. I jump at this and laugh, and bare my teeth, growling like a wild animal at him. "Fiesty tonight?" I say, and walk to where everyone was dancing, knowing he'd follow.

Soon I was grinding on Harry, my butt pressed against his growing boner, like all the other couples on the dance floor, except normally we'd never be doing this. I feel him grab my hips and press closer to my ass, and I laugh when I know how much he's enjoying this.

"Wow, get it Tommo!" I heard being called from in front of us, and I look up only long enough to see that it was Liam, who was laughing and shaking his head. I offer a small smile and then turn away, turning around so that Harry and I were pressed close together, his arms trailing around my waist instantly. He pulls me backwards, making us both stumble, quite a lot, but eventually he finds his way to the couch, with me straddling his lap.

I instantly start to grind on him, both of our dicks already equally hard. I grunt, burying my face into his neck, breathing heavily. I hear him moan slightly, which causes my dick to grow even more. He reaches up and pulls my head back in front of him by my hair, and kisses me roughly, while I'm still grinding.

"Louis I'm going to cum in my pants if you don't quit." He grunts out, moaning my name right after.

This gives me further motivation not to stop, and I grind harder and faster, moaning quietly.

Soon, I feel him tense up, and he slurs out a string of curse words and my name, and I feel his dick throbbing in his pants, causing my own release, while I moan loudly, bite his neck, and leave a hickey.

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GUYS HOLY SHIT THEYRE SO SEXY I CANT WAIT UNTIL I WRITE ACTUAL SEX. Also, i love how they just did this on the couch. But do you think either of them will regret this once they sober up? Guess you'll have to wait and see c; Also, credit goes to Fancifulcorri for the awesome ass picture she made for this story that I added at the beginning of this chapter!