Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Chapter 9

MAY 27, 2010

I opened the door and saw him, carrying a duffel bag. He dropped it and jumped into my arms. And in that moment, it didn't matter that the door was wide open. It didn't matter whether his mum was approving or not, nothing mattered. Except for my hands spanned across his ass and his tangled in my hair as our lips grabbed hungrily at each other.

"Lou," I breathed, "God I missed you so much."

He pulled back and stared my in the eyes. His arms were wrapped tightly round my neck and his legs were still round my waist. He wore a loose blue jumper and blue jeans. A beanie was on his head.

"I was only gone three days," he giggled.

"I thought I lost you," I whispered.

He buried his head into my neck.

"You'll never lose me, Hazz. I love you," he said.

"I love you, Louis. More than anything in the world."

I sat him down and helped him get his things inside. I cleared out one of my dressers, it was practically a junk drawer, and put his clothes inside. There were about eight outfits in all, which made me happy enough. I thought he was only staying for a day at most.

We sat on the couch, when he spoke.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I got home and she had packed almost all of our clothes into the car and told the officers to get me inside. I was going to text you, but my phone was dead. By the time we'd got to London, it had been a day and a half and I didn't want to wake you so I waited until morning. Then Mum's friends wanted to go on some business trip and wished for her to join, so she did. She said she'd be gone a week and it's already been two days. I can only stay three days if I want to be back before she is. I'm so sorry all of this happened. But most of all, I'm sorry you've fallen in love with someone you can't be with."

By the time he'd finished, tears were streaming down his face.

"Lou, it's alright about your leaving. You can't help that. But you're wrong. I haven't fallen in love with someone I can't be with. I have fallen in love with someone who I don't deserve. Someone who is the funniest, sweetest, most adorable boy in the world. Someone who is my world. Someone who I cannot bear to be without. You may be far away, but you're here, now. We can find a way around this, Lou. You can visit me, and I can visit you when I can. If we can find a way around this for a year and a half, then you'll be eighteen. Then we can run away together and we won't have to ever look back. I promise, love. I will love you infinitely, forever."

"Oh, Harry," he cried into my shoulder, "I love you so much."

"I love you, baby."

We spent the day watching Netflix movies and cuddling. He would make jokes about certain things and I would laugh. Then something sad would happen and I would comfort him by telling him it was just a movie. And as the night approached, we went into the bedroom.

He stood on the other side of the room, PJ's in hand. His hair was pushed all around his head from lying on the couch in my arms all day. And in that moment, I realized just how much I loved him. How that small boy had stolen my heart, every once of it and it was his. As long as he wanted it, it was his.

"Hazz?" He asked.

"Hmm?" I walked toward him, placing my hand gently on his face.

"This may be the last time we see each other for a while..."

"And I'll miss you, but you will see me again," I said.

"Yeah, but I never returned the favor," he said shyly.

"The favor?" I smiled knowingly.

"Please don't make me say it," he said and I laughed.

I nodded, "Okay, then. Come over here, love."

We walked over to the bed. I laid down on the bed and positioned him down toward my already growing erection. I reached for the button of my jeans.

"Here, let me," he said and unhooked and slid down the zipper of the jeans. I lifted up so he could slide them down my legs. My Calvin Klein's were already wet from the precome dropping from my pulsing cock. He looked up at my with a certain innocence that killed me.

"Fuck, Lou. Don't do that again right now unless you want me to come right now," I groaned. He smiled with a blush and pulled down my underwear. My dick sprung out hungrily, ready for the warmth of his mouth. He looked up at me again, this time with a confused look.

"Just, fuck, suck," I whispered. He nodded.

He went down slowly, putting his lips around my tip.

"Take what you can, baby. Don't push yourself."

He moved down slowly, too slowly. But I knew he was new at that and was trying my best to stay composed for him. He moved up and down, his angled cheeks hollowed. Warmth evaded me and I felt the pit in my stomach.

"Move your other hand," I strained, "Fuck, yes Lou."

I grunted as he continued the sweet torture of my pleasure. He looked up at me and that was it. He looked so innocent and in love, mesmerized by me.

"Lou, I'm going to come. Do you, shit, want," I began and luckily he knew where I was headed. My body was tingling and I was overtaken by the pleasure my lovely boy was giving me.

He nodded, and I came, shooting my load into his mouth. I saw stars around the room and every muscle in my body pulsed with the electricity only his mouth could provide. He swallowed with a pained look on his face, but looked satisfied.

He brought me more under wear and assisted me in getting them on. He then changed into his pyjamas and crawled up into bed next to me. My breathing was still doing its best to slow back to normal, and my hair was wet with sweat. I was exhausted and completely happy.

"Are you okay, Hazza?" He asked.

I glanced over at him and he was seriously, genuinely asking. He really thought something was wrong.

"Oh, yes. I am better than okay. I am great, I'm just tired now is all," I breathed.

"Was it okay? I mean, did I..."

"Oh, fuck yes. Louis, no one has ever made me feel that way, that pleasured in my life. I love you," I said.

"I love you, too, Harry. You were, you are, so beautiful."

I chuckled, "And you are the prettiest boy I've ever met."

He grinned and leaned into my chest, not caring that it was still damp from sweat. I looked down at him and kissed his forehead.

"We'll get through this, Lou," I whispered. And I think I was talking more to myself than I was to him.

"I don't know if I can," I said, and I felt a tear leak out of his eye.

"Hey," I coaxed, "You can. We can, together. I know we can. I don't want to lose you, Louis."

"You won't. No matter what, Hazz. You must know that you won't lose me. No matter what happens."

I nodded, "Get some sleep, love."

"I love you Harry Styles," he said, and kissed my chest.

"And I love you, Louis Tomlinson."

IM SO SORRY I LIED ABOUT THE DOUBLE UPDATE IT WAS LITERALLY AN ACCIDENT HAHA ANYWAYS I HOPE THIS SMUTTY CHAPTER MADE UP FOR IT ILSM AND MUAH

-AUTUMN