Church Boy (boyxboy)

Three

This is what I don't understand about parties. The morning after, my head is pounding and I only just woke up. My eyes have yet to be opened, but based on the light pink shade of my eyelids there's a light shining bright and exactly on my face.

My body feels nasty; sweaty and clampy. It's really quiet, except the light snores and movement. I pray God gives me strength.

Opening my eyes and keeping them open is proven to be a hard task when you have a hangover. When I open my eyes I notice 3 things.

1. There's a window wide open letting in sunlight and a light breeze.

2. I'm naked. Well not really, my boxers and jeans are on my lower thighs above my knee. There's a thin blanket thrown over my hips.

And most importantly, I'm not in my own bedroom.

I sit up quickly, completely ignoring the pounding in my head. There's a guy in the corner. He's curled up on a couch, a pillow hugged to his chest. His legs are long making him look very uncomfortable. His curly hair is laid out against the pillow. He looks kinda cute, minus the snoring.

In a non gay way.

I stand up off the bed and pull my pants and boxers up. I spot my shirt thrown carelessly on the floor. My shoes are missing.

"Never drinking again." I mumble to myself as I start getting dressed.

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The boy on the couch started to stir when I started looking for my shoes. I've been able to wash my face, even got to use some mouthwash all I need is my stupid shoes.

I freeze and watch as he opens his eyes, I find myself staring into them, his eyes are so green. He smirks at me, standing up and stretching. His shirt riding up to show the bottom of his belly. Or should I say abs.

But I'm not checking him out. More so, observing.

He goes into the bathroom without a single word and I continue my search for my shoes. I smile when I see a foot of my white vans. I quickly grab it sliding my foot into it.

I turn around to look for the left foot and I gasp. There he is, right in front of me, with a stupid little smirk on his pretty pink...never mind.

"Good morning sunshine." His voice is deep and causes me to shiver. I don't respond, or move, I don't even breathe. I must have given him some indication that he could grab me and kiss me because that's what he does.

His lips are moving slowly against mine and I whimper. I pull away. I won't give into temptation.

"I'm not gay." I state, pushing his chest. He doesn't budge.

"Well Lewis," he starts.

"It's Louis." I frown.

"You said your name was Lewis."

"Look, I was drunk. I don't even know you."

"Tsk. Well doesn't that suck. My name is Harry and I claimed you last night babe."

"What do you mean you claimed me?" Who does this guy think he is?

"Last night you were moaning pretty loud last night. I even caused you to slip into subspace, freaked me-"

"We had sex!" I shout, finally pushing him away. He growls.

flipping growls.

"First of all," His voice is dangerously deep. "We did not have sex." I let out a breath of relief. "Rule 1, Never interrupt me. Rule 2, Never push me away." Rules? He was serious.

"Rules? What are you talking about?"

"We'll go over that when you're ready. All I did was give you a hand job and finger you. You have such beautiful moans." His entire face had soften and his fingers ran down my cheek. I looked down, away from him. 

"God is going to punish me."

"You're religious? God isn't real babe. Even if he was, you're gay and you should accept it. The sooner the better." He mumbled, kissing my forehead. I went to take a step back but I thought against it when I see Harrys warning glare. He smiles. "You're already learning."

"I need to leave. My mum is probably worried." I whispered, I was getting uncomfortable with how much I liked him touching me.

"Alright, I'll see you around real soon baby."

I subtle roll my eyes and dig in my pocket for my phone to text Liza.

To: StankLiz

Come get me. You left me at the party butthole. x

I'm still upset Liza put her name in as that but whenever I change it, she ends up changing it back. After the fifth time I just gave up. I turned my back to Harry and read Lizas reply.

Fr: StankLiza

Sorry, we got separated. You know how Maya is and well...but I'll be there in a few. U okay?"

I text her back saying that I understand and I'm fine, before I hear a soft groan. I turn back to see Harry pressing his hand down on his clear boner and staring at my area.

"You have a lovely bum." He spoke, his voice even more raspy as he looks up at my face.

"Don't stare at my bum." I snap.

"Don't you dare snap at me or I'll do something I'll regret." He threatens. The way his voice sounds, strong and holding authority, makes me want to drop to my knees, kiss his toes and apologise. I don't, obviously.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. When is your friend coming to get you?"

"Soon...wait how'd you know my friend was coming?"

"I really want to fûck you right now." He ignores my question and surprises me. 

I involuntarily blush.

"Oh"

"A gay man just complimented you and you blushed but you aren't gay?"

"It doesn't mean anything?" I didn't sound sure, I wasn't sure and he could tell.

"Oh my dear Louis, it means everything."

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Notes: Hola! Hi! Ciao! I don't know any other languages lol. How you liking the story? At this point in time, this is still a short story and I pray it stays that way because I always change something.

Any one reading that shipped or ships

Elounor or

Larry

as a romance?

I ship Larry as a romance because they have eye sex way to often during interviews.

Thanks for reading. xx