Louis sips yet another drink as he looks around the bar. No one really looks as appealing as he wants his next one night hookup to be. Maybe there are no sexy boys in the bar on Wednesday or maybe he's just way too picky. He's trying to find a good shag, but he's probably not getting some tonight. Or at least that's what he thinks until a gorgeous boy approaches him. He's got luscious curls, sparkling green eyes and full pink lips that would look amazing wrapped around his cock, Louis thinks.
"Hi, I'm Harry." the boy says. His voice is deep and smooth and all Louis can think about is hearing this boy moan for him.
"Louis," he answers shortly, but smiles enchantingly.
"Well, Louis, you look quite bored," Harry laughs a little.
"Yeah, I've been sitting here for like two hours waiting for someone special and now you're finally here," Louis flutters his long eyelashes, knowing it will work on the gorgeous boy in front of him.
Harry smiles and says: "If you want to take me home, you have to buy me a drink first,"
Louis smiles and orders them a few shots of vodka. After an hour of drinking, flirting and making out, they decide to call a cab. At the end of the ride Louis pays quite more then he was supposed to as an apology for the inappropriate acting on the backseat.
They keep kissing in the elevator, as they try to walk down the corridor to Louis' flat, when they walk past the door. Harry presses Louis against a wall and trails his lips down his neck and stops on his collar bones. He bites down on the soft skin and sucks on it, then he soothes the spot with his tongue. Louis moans as he tangles his fingers in Harry's curls. Harry's hands roam his body and then stop on his bum, gently squeezing it. He picks Louis up and presses him even more into the wall. Harry takes off Louis' shirt and tosses it to the ground. They start to grind their hips together and moan each others name. By the time they get to Louis' bedroom, they are both fully hard. Harry puts Louis down on his king sized bed and undresses himself. That's the first time they stopped kissing since they walked into the apartment.
"Wow," Louis says as he admires Harry's body. He has a six pack and v-line and biceps and his skin is tanned and all Louis wants is to kiss and lick and mark every centimeter of his body. Maybe another time, since Harry got pretty dominant. He pushes Louis into the mattress and holds his hands above his head. Harry presses his lips behind Louis' ear, than he moves to his neck, collar bones and chest, paying special attention to his nipples. Louis' heart beat picks up and he can't help but thrust against Harry's thigh.
"You have amazing body," Harry says. Louis laughs a little.
"I have amazing body? Harry, have you ever looked into the mirror?"
"I like your body. It's curvy in all the right places." Harry smiles as he traces his hands up Louis' thighs and kisses his cute tummy. Louis giggles and Harry thinks it's the most adorable noise he's ever heard. He slowly unbuttons and unzips Louis' jeans and pulls them down with his boxers. Harry keeps his eyes on Louis' pretty cock as Louis reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom and lube. Harry licks Louis' leaking cock, tasting his pre-cum. He closes his lips around the tip of his cock, slowly swallowing it in. Louis is quite vocal, Harry learns. He keeps moaning and groaning. He twists his hands into the sheets and accidently thrusts up into Harry's mouth. Harry pulls away and coughs a bit.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Louis apologizes.
"It's okay," Harry answers with croaked voice and smiles gently. Louis takes Harry's face in his hands and brings him up for a long passionate kiss. Harry lubes his fingers and circles one around Louis' fluttering hole. Louis moans into the kiss and chases the friction. Harry grins cheekily and enters Louis with his finger.
"Oh, Harry," Louis gasps. Harry slowly pushes the finger in and out, teasing Louis.
"Please, more..." Louis moans and thrusts his hips up. Harry pushes another finger in, scissoring them, stretching Louis open. After he inserts another finger, he starts searching for Louis' prostate. He knows that he found it when Louis practically screams Harry's name and arches his back off the bed.
"I'm ready, Harry. Fuck, I'm ready," Louis breathes out. Harry smiles as he pulls his fingers out, wiping them into the sheets. He puts on condom and lubes up his aching red cock, finally paying some attention to it.
"Please, Harry," Louis whispers, his voice broken.
"Don't worry, babe. I've got you." Harry presses his lips to Louis' neck, sucking another lovebite on it as he positions his cock to Louis' hole. Louis would protest to Harry calling him babe, if he wasn't gagging for it. Harry presses his cock past the tight ring of muscle and Louis practically screams from the pain and pleasure perfectly combined and mixed into one overwhelming feeling. Harry begins to slowly thrust into Louis. He doesn't pick up the pace even when Louis begs him to. Harry likes to watch him fall apart in front of him. But then he starts moving his hips faster. Louis can't say one normal sentence, he keeps moaning Harry's name, that's basically all his brain is capable of processing. Both of their bodies are covered in sweat and they gasp for air. Louis feels like the room is on fire, his skin burns in the best way possible. Harry's muscles are numb, but he somehow moves even faster as he feels his orgasm building up. Louis comes untouched after only two more thrusts. It doesn't take Harry long until he's coming hard inside of Louis. He collapses on Lou and breathes fast.
"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," Louis says as he presses his lips to Harry's lazily. They keep kissing for a few minutes, until they are just breathing into each other’s mouth. Harry stands up and throws the condom into the trash bin. He asks where's the bathroom and Louis navigates him. Harry comes back with a wet wash cloth and gently wipes the cum from Louis' belly and hole. He takes the cloth back to the bathroom and then returns to Louis' bedroom.
"Can I stay or do you want me to go?" Harry asks quietly, unsure of what to do.
"You can stay, if you want to," Louis answers with a cute sleepy smile. Harry gets under the covers and cuddles Louis.
"I'll make you breakfast in the morning," Harry says and kisses Louis on forehead. Louis hums happily. This is so not him. He's not into cuddles after sex and pet names and relationships and love and all that kind of stuff. He probably drank more alcohol than he should have.
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When Harry wakes up, nothing in the room seems familiar. For a second he panics, but then he sees the gorgeous boy sleeping in his arms. Memories from last night fill his mind and he smiles so wide, his cheeks hurt. He keeps his eyes on Louis and plays with his soft hair, trying to capture this moment in his mind. He's always appreciated beautiful things and Louis is probably the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on.
After a half an hour he decided to get up and start working on the breakfast like he promised.
He finds it hard getting off the bed when Louis tries to cuddle him closer in his sleep. Harry gently unwraps Louis' arm from his waist, slowly stands up and pulls the covers up, so that Louis won't be cold. He walks around the apartment, only now realizing how fancy it looks. Not really a surprise since Louis is a top model. Harry searches for kitchen, but stops in the living room to admire the view. The sun is rising above the still sleeping London, no cars or people on the streets. It looks so lovely, he wishes he had his camera to take a picture. Harry goes back to his quest of finding the kitchen. When he walks into it, he cannot help but laugh a little. It looks so... not-used. He's read in a magazine once, that Louis is a terrible cook. He probably gave up trying to get better. Harry opened the fridge, thinking of what he could make as breakfast for a famous model. He was expecting to see a lot of fruits and healthy food, but Louis had a lot of fat and junk food, sweets and bread, which surprised Harry. He picks a few things and starts cooking, hoping Louis won't deny French toasts.
When he's almost done, Louis comes in. His hair is messy, cheeks rosy, eyes still half closed and Harry yet again wishes he had his camera.
"Good morning," he greets Louis, who yawns, waves his hand and sits on a chair.
"I wasn't expecting you to stay." Louis mumbles.
"You said I could stay. Do you want me to go? I can leave if you want me to."
"No, no! I didn't mean it like that. I just... no one has ever stayed, even if they said they would. I'm just surprised." Louis explains and stands up to go and make some tea.
They sit down at the table and eat quietly and Louis is grateful that Harry doesn't ask about it. But this is quite awkward.
"I should probably go. I have to be at work in an hour and should go home to shower before." Harry says and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
"You can take a shower here." Louis says with a soft smile, which he mentally punches himself for. He should just lead Harry out the door.
"Really? Thank you, I didn't want to ask."
"Yeah, sure. Or we could shower together and have a round two." he whispers seductively in Harry's ear. He watches the curly haired boy blush, but nod. They leave their half eaten breakfast on the table and Louis leads them to his bathroom. They step into the bathtub and pull the plastic curtains together. Louis lets the water wash his body as Harry softly rubs up and down his sides. He closes his eyes and lets the green eyed boy kiss and nibble at his neck. It feels so good, having no control, just taking what the boy is going to give him. It's something he almost forgot. It's been a long time since someone had such a control over him. Before he can start thinking about who was the last person to treat him like that, Harry is closing his lips around Louis nipple, rolling and pinching the other with his fingers. Louis moans Harry’s name and it echoes beautifully in the bathroom. Harry smiles and pushes Louis against the cool shower wall. The older boy can't stop moaning as he thrusts up against Harry’s thigh. They press their bodies together in a slow rhythm, but go faster as they feel closer to coming. That's when Harry reaches down and wraps his long finger around both of their hard cocks. He strokes them furiously, trying to bring them over the edge. He kisses Louis hungrily and squeezes their dicks. Louis arches his back and comes moaning loudly into Harry’s mouth. The beautiful sound brings the curly haired boy over the edge. He moves his hand gently and slowly as both of them moan into eachothers mouth. The warm water washes the come of their bodies and Harry reaches out and takes shampoo in his hand. While Louis is still trying to recover from his orgasm, Harry gently washes his hair and body, then washes himself too. He wraps his arms around Louis' waist and holds him under the spray of water. When they are both clean he pecks Louis on lips and turns off the shower. He grabs a big, fluffy towel and wraps it around Louis' shoulders. They dry their wet hair and their bodies and step out of the tub.
They walk to Louis’ room and get dressed in peaceful silence. Harry walks to the front door with Louis, puts on his boots and jacket and goes to open the door, but a gentle hand on his wrist stops him.
"Wait, Harry. I can drive you to your work if you want to."
"That's really nice of you, thank you, Louis." Harry smiles wide and waits for Louis to get ready. They walk to the elevator and to the parking lot in silence. Neither of them has idea of what they could possibly talk about. They get into Louis car and turn on the radio and Harry gives Louis directions to the bakery where he works. Harry cannot help but sing along to all of the songs.
"Your voice is amazing. You should become a singer." Louis smiles fondly.
"Thanks. But I get really nervous when I’m supposed to sing in front of crowds. And I don’t think I’m good enough to do something like that." Harry answers and blushes.
"I think you are." Louis whispers and Harry navigates him.
"And here we are. This is where I work." Harry says proudly and points to the bakery. "Thank you for driving me, Louis. I'd like to see you again. Maybe we could go out sometime."
"Look, Harry. You're a really nice guy. But I'm not a relationship type of guy. I only want sex, time to time. I don't want dates and going out together and cinemas and fancy dinners. That is not me. I'm sorry." Louis answers.
"Oh, okay..." Harry says, surprised. He takes out a pen and paper from the pocket of his jeans. He writes down his phone number and passes it to Louis. "Give me a call if you want a good shag." he smiles cheekily and goes to the bakery.
"Sure Harry." Louis whispers to himself, scrunching the paper and throwing it to the backseat.
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A few days later Louis found himself trying really hard not to think about the curly haired boy. But there was no use, he’s always on his mind. Whenever Louis tried to flirt with some random guy, he thought about Harry. Whenever he was in the shower, in the kitchen or in his bed, he thought about Harry. His lovely green eyes, his cute dimpled smile, his messy curly hair, his fucking hot raspy voice, his pink plush lips and that body, Jesus Christ. Louis wouldn’t admit it till the day he dies, but it wasn’t a rarity when he got off to the thought of the green eyed boy.
So yep, Louis was screwed. He needed to see Harry again.
And that’s the story of how he ended up in the backseat of his car, trying to find the small piece of paper with the number on it.
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“I am going crazy, Zayn.” Louis groaned frustrated and rubbed his hands over his face.
“Louis, I think you should stop pinning over the boy. You said that it was just a one night thing,” Zayn answered as he breathed out the smoke of his cigarette.
“I’d love to stop, but it’s quite impossible. You should have seen him,”
“Then call him, for fuck’s sake!”
“I can’t just call him.”
“You could, if you weren’t such a chicken.”
“I’m not!” Louis defended himself, but blushed, because he knew Zayn was right.
“You are scared as fuck, Louis. Admit it.”
They both kept silent.
“We should go back in. The photoshoot is about to start.” Zayn sighed and pulled Louis into the building.
The time was moving way too slow for Louis. He has always enjoyed the photoshoots. The rush of people always took his mind off of the things he didn’t want to think about. But now, he felt really distracted. He couldn’t focus on the poses he was told to do. He needed to see Harry again.
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“This is pathetic, Louis, seriously.” Zayn shook his head disapprovingly as he watched his best friend lay on his bed face down.
“I don’t care.” Louis answered and kept groaning frustrated into the pillow.
“It’s been two weeks, for fuck’s sake. Just pick up the phone and call him.” Zayn commanded.
“I can’t.”
“But I can.” Zayn said as he reached out for Louis’ phone and took it.
“Zayn, I really can’t. His handwriting is unreadable.” Louis groaned once again and threw the paper with the phone number on Zayn. Unreadable was an understanding.
“Well, there’s no other option. You have to visit him in the bakery. And when you’re there, buy me a cinnamon roll. Thank you, babes.” Zayn smiled cheekily and left Louis alone to think.
That actually wasn’t a bad idea. Louis just didn’t want to seem desperate, that’s all.
But either way, he still got dressed and went to his car, drove to the bakery and walked in.
