Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Chapter 11

MAY 28, 2010

I HAVENT DONE WARNINGS SO FAR BUT THIS CHAPTER AND THE NEXT WILL BE VERRRRYYYYY SMUTTY SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. LOVE YOU.

I woke up with Lou draped across my chest. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were peacefully closed. His eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheekbones. His skin was chilly so I wriggled out from under him and got a thicker blanket from the closet to put over him. Thankfully, he was a fairly heavy sleeper. I didn't want to wake him.

I put some sweats on and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for him. I made him some eggs and put in some biscuits. Before the biscuits were almost ready, he was trudging in the kitchen, wearing my tee shirt and his boxers. Hair thrown all over his head, hands rubbing over his matted eyes, he looked adorable.

"Good morning, beautiful," I murmured, coming over to kiss him.

"Hi," he blushed, and captured my lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

"I made eggs and biscuits," I said, holding him in my arms. His eyes were so blue, so captivated by me.

I was the boy who had a fucked up past and too many tattoos, and he loved me, was captivated by me.

"I love you so much, Louis," I whispered.

"I know."

With one final peck on my lips, he walked over to the oven and got out the biscuits. My shirt was long on him, down to mid thigh, but when he bent over, I could see his Calvin Klein's. He was so beautiful. He was mine.

We are, making small talk and flirting. Three of my favourite things to do back then.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went into the living room, finding Lou on the couch. He was flipping aimlessly through the channels. I leaned over from behind and kiss his shoulder, sliding my tee shirt over to make his skin more available. He hummed appreciatively and leaned his head over, giving me more access. He grabbed my head and pulled it into him. I pulled his face closer to me and caught his lips in mine.

"I love you, Hazz," he whispered into my lips.

"I know," I said and he giggled.

"We need to go pick up some more Vegan bacon," I said.

"M'Kay. Let me get dressed."

"I'll take care of that," I said and threw him over my shoulder.

"Harry!" He yelled, too afraid to unwrap his arms from my waist to fight, but kicked his legs mercilessly.

"Harry Styles, you put me down this instant!" He yelped, laughing nonetheless.

I threw him on the bed and kissed him roughly.

"What is it about you that has me so whipped?" I whispered.

"Where to begin?" He said and put his finger on his lips in a faux thinking position.

"That's done it," I chuckled and picked him back up, taking him to the shower. I tore his clothes from his body, taking in his beautiful appearance.

I then removed my own clothes after sitting him on the counter. I started the water and adjusted the temperature, before taking his hand and leading him inside. His cheeks were bright crimson, from what I had yet to determine. He had nothing to be ashamed of. People dreamed of being in my position.

"Hazza, you're amazing," he whispered, leaning into my chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, keeping his head on my beating heart. He looked up at me, eyes bloodshot.

"Love, what's wrong? We're supposed to be enjoying our time together and we can't seem to get a day in without you crying," I chuckled, trying but failing to make him laugh.

His eyes crinkled for a second and he said, "Its stupid, really."

"What is it, baby?"

"I want you, Harry."

"You have me, Lou. Mind, body, and soul, I'm yours."

"No, I want you. I want you to..."

"To what, Boo Bear?"

"I want you to make love to me, Harry."

"Lou-"

"No, I know. You said I wasn't ready and you didn't want to hurt me, but I want you to. Please."

"Here? Now?"

He nodded.

"Let me grab something first, okay?"

He nodded again. I could tell he was afraid, but this was what he wanted. And I was determined to give it to him. Sure, i had wanted to fuck him from the moment I saw him, but this was beyond that. I was going to make love to him. It seemed like such fitting words. I did love Louis. Very much.

I grabbed the lube and went back to the shower, Lou still standing under the flow of water.

I put the bottle under the stream for a moment to heat it up and squirted a bit on my fingers.

"Just turn around, love. You can hold on to the bar," I said and he did as instructed.

I tapped the inside of his thigh and he spread his legs a bit further. I pushed my finger in him, adding another with ease.

Pretty soon, I figured he was stretched enough so I lubed up myself and his entrance, and lined up to his slippery hole. I pushed in slowly, trying not to wince at the whimpers he let escape.

Once I was all the way in I leaned over his head and kissed his neck.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Louis, kiss me."

He turned and placed his lips on mine tentatively. I saw the tear slip down his cheek and kissed it away.

"No, please baby, don't cry. We can stop-"

"No, I want to. Please," he begged, "I want to."

I nodded. He was so fucking tight. I was throbbing and aching, greedily wanting more but I forced the feeling away. I didn't want to hurt him.

"Can I move?" I whispered and he nodded.

Carefully, slowly, I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, earning a moan from Lou.

"Right there, Hazz. You found it, just like that," he grunted.

I pulled back and slammed in again and again, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure.

"I love you so much, Louis."

"I love you, Harry."

I felt my release nearing and with a few more thrusts, emptied into my lover.

"Harry, I'm close."

"Come for me, baby. It's alright," I said and sucked on the thin skin of his neck.

He came soon after this, coming all over the walls of the shower. When I pulled out of him, my come was leaking out of his hole. He turned around and faced me pulling my face to his in a long, lingering kiss.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure," I chuckled.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, Louis."