Journal | L.S

Chapter Fourteen

"Harry?" Louis called as he entered the apartment, hearing a sneeze come from the bedroom. "How you feeling?" He asked as he walked to the side of the bed where Harry lay.

"M'okay." Harry mumbled.

"Brought you chicken noodle soup." Louis smiled as he held up the container, laughing when Harry eyed him sceptically. "Don't worry, I didn't make it." He did attempt it, but it tasted like shit, so he opted for takeaway.

"Thank you." Harry smiled, accepting the container from Louis.

"So." Louis sighed, making himself comfortable next to the younger boy. "Your fever is down, that's good." He smiled, feeling Harry's forehead. "Will kisses make you feel better?" The man smirked.

"Don't know." Harry shrugged, "You'll have to find out." It was Harry's time to smirk as he ditched the soup on the nightstand.

Louis laughed but leaned in for a quick kiss, seeing Harry smile as he pulled away. "Definitely, feel better." Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' neck, leaning in for a deeper kiss. "Don't want to get you sick though." Harry panted as they pulled apart.

"You won't." Louis assured, straddling Harry's waist, combing his hands through his curls as the kiss got deeper, slowly pulling away to crawl back, toying with the boy's boxers.

"Faster." Harry whined, getting impatient, only earning a tut from Louis who made sure to take his time. When he took to long Harry took the liberty to pull his own boxers off making Louis laugh.

"Eager much." Louis winked, lowering himself slowly onto the boy's cock. Hearing his moans made Louis feel giddy, something he had never really felt before.

"Ah, Lou-,"

"What the fuck." Louis woke up with a start, his breath heavy and his mind hazed. "What the actual fuck." The man mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes to try and come to his senses. "That did not just happen." Louis whined. "And now I'm talking to myself. What the fuck." He looked at his phone, only to find out it was almost noon and probably a good time to get out of bed. Yes, definitely time to get out of bed.

He stood under the cold shower stream for a while before changing the temperature and taking a long warm shower. His dream replaying in his mind every time he closed his eyes, so he sighed, turning the shower off and looking at himself in the mirror. "You're so stupid." He told himself, though he couldn't push back the feeling of how real that dream was and the fact that he wouldn't actually mind it happening in real life.

He once again willed his thought away as he let himself into Harry's apartment, much like he did in the dream. "Hey Harry." Louis smiled, finding the boy wrapped in his duvet on the bed. "You feeling okay?"

"I'm good. Don't have a fever anymore." The boy sniffled. "Was about to heat up soup though, would you like some?"

"Uh, sure." Louis cringed as he thought about the dream again. "Get it together will you." He mumbled.

"What?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Louis.

"Nothing." Louis smiled. "Would love some soup."

"My mum makes really good ones. Her chicken noodle is the best." Harry beamed, making Louis follow him to the kitchen so he could heat up the soup. This just keeps getting better.

"How'd you sleep?" Louis quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, I guess." Harry shrugged. "My nose kept blocking up, so I woke up pretty much every hour." The boy frowned. "How did you sleep though. I heard you whining through the wall."

"Oh." Louis choked on his water. "Uhm, I slept okay. Don't know what you were hearing though." The man shrugged, "Just dreaming I guess... normal things."

"That's good." Harry nodded, turning back to the stove to stir the soup. "You said my name you know."

"What were you doing listening anyways?" Louis jumped to his defence. "Shouldn't be listening through the walls." Though he sounded like a hypocrite because he definitely did it himself.

"The walls are thin." Harry shrugged, turning the stove off and split the soup into two bowls.

"Thank you." Louis mumbled, accepting the bowl from Harry. "So, Disney?" The man asked earning an eager nod from the boy, so Louis found a random princess movie to put on before settling on the sofa, smiling because this was getting so familiar for him. Just him and Harry, watching old Disney movies.

"Lou?" Harry asked after a moment of comfortable silence. Louis hummed, letting Harry know he got his attention though his eyes were still on the TV. "Did you have a naughty dream about me?" And Louis didn't know whether he should laugh or ditch his soup and run out the apartment as fast as he could. "Because I've had them you know, about you." Harry told him like there was nothing more normal.

"Yes Harry, everyone has them, those naughty dreams." Louis chuckled, feeling his face heat up.

"So, was it?" 

"Was what?"

"Was it about me?"

"Yes Harry." Louis gritted his teeth. "Now shut up."

"Okay." The boy nodded, turning his attention back to the TV. "Was it nice?"

"Harry, I swear to God." Louis sighed, "I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't mean anything, okay?" Harry gave a curt nod.

"What happened?"

"HARRY." Louis was getting frustrated but before he could continue, he felt the boy's lips on his own and it took him a moment to process but it didn't find himself pulling away. It felt awkward, and forced, but Louis only found himself mumbling "relax." To which the kiss gentler, and not as forced. It felt right. Even when he stuck his tongue into the boy's mouth, the boy didn't giggle and pull away, he just followed Louis' rhythm and found himself climbing onto his lap.

They pulled apart after a while, Harry with a goofy grin on his face, and Louis just pulled him in again, both panting but it felt right and Louis started to feel giddy, just like in his dreams. He was tempted to pinch himself, but a dream within a dream sounded impossible.

This time Harry pulled away, looking into Louis' eyes for a moment. "Can I suck you off?"

"What?" Louis' eyes went wide.

"Saw it on the computer. Want to try it."

"I... okay I guess?" Harry quickly jumped off of Louis' lap, getting on his knees in front of him, looking up with his glazed eyes. Shit, that boy better hurry. He shimmied his jeans off as Harry eagerly watched. "So, what now?"

"Shit." Louis sighed. "You said you've watched it."

"Yeah." Harry shrugged, thinking back to the videos before quickly taking Louis' cock into his mouth. "Okay, yeah. Just tighter." Louis instructed. "Then just suck, like a popsicle." He was starting to doubt his decision, but as Harry started, those thought flew out the window.

"Ah fuck, Harry. No teeth. No teeth!" Louis yelled, earning some kind of mumble from the boy almost sending Louis of the edge. For an inexperienced boy, this felt extremely nice, and he can't help but to imagine how this would feel when Harry had more experience.

"Shit H." Louis groaned, quickly finding out that the boy had pretty much no gag reflex, so as Harry lowered himself down, Louis started to buckle his hips. "Fuck, Harry." Louis tapped on the boy's shoulder, earning no response from him. "Harry get off." He whined, and Harry just managed to get off Louis before the man came and Harry stared at him with wide eyes. Before Louis could ask the boy for a tissue or a wet cloth, the boy stuck his fingers into it and put it in his mouth. He cringed at first but then seemed to think about it.

"Tastes sweet." He noted, making Louis chuckle. They were cut off when a soft knock was heard and then keys jangling.

"Shit, get up." Louis instructed, quickly throwing a blanket over himself.

"Hi sweetheart." Anne smiled once she entered the apartment. "Hey there Louis." Louis couldn't find himself looking at the woman, so he mumbled a small hello. "What are you boys doing?"

"Just watching Disney films." Louis smiled, still not daring to look up.

"Was just sucking Louis off."