A Little Less Conversation
Summary: Liam gets to fuck his younger crush, Harry.
Warnings: Slight underage, Daddy kink, gay sex, etc.
Sorry, it was a bit rushed :D
"There he is Li." Niall said, a grin on his lips as himself, Liam and Louis turned their attention to the small, curly haired boy walking into the canteen. Zayn, on the other hand, was focused on his sketchbook.
"He's just, perfect." Liam whispered, mostly to himself.
Harry was just 16. Liam fell for him ever since the day he started at Wolverhampton College.
And it starts to kill him. Because Liam thinks he loves Harry. And he does. After just a measly three months of being at the same college as Harry, he has fallen in love with him.
That's what drives him mad. Because they don't even speak. Being in different levels is one reason, but then another is Liam's too afraid. When he plans on asking Harry out, or just simply going over to talk to him, he's afraid his ego will be damaged when he gets rejected.
But Harry doesn't help either. When Liam - rarely - gets the courage to stammer a weak hey, the curly haired boy blushes, and lowers his head, and acts all sweet and innocent and shy and Liam just can't help but imagine him like that in bed: all flushed and soft and whimpering.
"Hey Harry, wanna sit with us?" Louis asks, and then Niall's eyes are on Liam, a smirk on his lips.
And then Harry blushes, because he's sat next to Niall, opposite Liam, with Zayn on his other side, who's still glued to his sketchpad.
And then Niall and Louis share a look.
And then Niall's speaking. "Harry, you're good at maths, aren't you?"
"Yeah. G-got an A*." The small boy smiled, his voice a little proud.
"Congrats. You see our boy here, Liam. He's been failing in maths. You think you could tutor him?" Louis said.
Harry bites his lip, because he knows how Liam feels about him, and he feels the same.
He looks up at Liam, smiling. "Yeah, of course." He assured with a nod.
Then the taller boy speaks up. "I got practice tonight, so I don't know."
"I-it's fine." Harry's voice is soft, and when Liam looks up, Niall and Louis hav faces that are saying 'oh well, another day', but he knows they're gonna plan something.
He'd rather be with Harry right now. Just them, alone. Liam thinks as he runs the final lap of the track. He's topless, sweaty and it's getting dark. He wants to get home, get away from the almost empty college. So he opts for no change, just stays in his sweats, trainers and throws his shirt back on.
Liam walks out the changing rooms and heads down the corridor, towards the main doors. But then he stops.
There. Dressed in the same skinny jeans, black jumper and red beanie as earlier at lunch, stands the boy. Harry.
"Hi." The curly haired boy smiles, his eyes lighting up when he sees Liam. "H-hey, what are you doing here?" The taller one replies.
"I thought I'd stay behind and catch up, seeing as you cancelled on me." Harry smiled with a warm giggle. And god it's just so, so uplifting to hear that sound.
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry about that. I can do it now?" Liam offered, and he feels a little stupid, because it looked as if Harry was leaving too, planning on going home.
The small boy smiles and again, lights up. "Sure, if you don't mind."
They're soon in Liam's car. Harry's texting his mum about his new plans and Liam's wishing he had changed, because he's sure the smell of sweat isn't very pleasing.
"I really need to go take a shower." Liam says when they walk in, a hand on the small of Harry's back.
"Sure, I'll just get everything ready." The smaller boy replied, watching as Liam headed upstairs.
A good ten minutes passed. Harry was sat at Liam's dining table, a couple books spread out.
Liam soon came down, a pair of sweats on and nothing else. "You ready?" He asked, walking over to Harry.
The boy nodded and his breath hitched as he turned to face Liam.
Liam took a seat next to Harry, the smaller boy, pulling a book close to them.
"Louis told me you were struggling with algebra?" He said, voice warm and wrapping around Liam.
"Uh, yeah." Liam choked, clearing his dry throat. "It's just all the letters and stuff."
Harry giggled and smiled, making Liam's dick twitch.
Time passed and gradually, Liam began learning.
But he wasn't learning algebra. No, he was studying Harry this whole time.
The way he had a small sparkle in his eyes, the way his curls bounced when he moved his head, the way his lips were so puffed and would probably look amazing around Liam's dick, the was Harry's eyes were wide and full of wisdom, but they'd look better when Liam's fucking him into oblivion, his pupils clouded with lust but shut tight.
"Y-you o-okay?" Harry asks, looking up at Liam with those eyes.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." Liam said, clearing his throat and hiding the tent in his sweats.
"Y-you sure? You're not sick are you? I-I get you some medicine." Harry rambled, and the only thing Liam could thing to do was press a finger to his lips, moving it along them to feel the softness.
"I'm fine baby, honest." He said, letting the name roll off his tongue.
Harry nodded and looked up when the finger was gone.
But then it was replaced by something better. Liam's lips.
And it was slow. Like they had both been waiting to do it. (Which wasn't exactly false).
The kiss deepened, lips parting and tongues sliding, tasting each other.
That's when everything sped up, Liam soon ushering Harry up to his room, kicking his door shut - even thought here was no need, he lived alone - and holding him close.
Their lips met once more, the kiss now sloppy, swapping saliva.
Liam's hands trailed down to fumble with Harry's jeans, letting them slump to his ankle.
Then Liam's sweats came off, then Harry's boxers, leaving them both naked, hot.
Harry straddled Liam's waist, knees on either side of the elder's body as they made out.
Liam rocked their hips together, making the pair moan into each other's mouths, swallowing the mixture of low and high sounds.
"W-wanna ride you." Harry whispered, his breath hot and warm against Liam's sensitive ear.
And Liam couldn't help but groan at the words. "Prep?" He asked, reaching out to fumble in his drawer.
"No prep. No condom. Just you." Harry whispered, kissing Liam's neck. And again, the taller boy groaned.
His innocent, sweet Harry, was no longer that.
No, this new, more devilish Harry, was sexy, filthy, dirty. And Liam couldn't wait to just ruin him.
He retrieved the lube and smothered his cock in the substance, gasping at the feeling as Harry worked his collarbone.
"Baby, you sure about no prep? I'm not exactly small." Liam smirked, holding Harry's hips.
The boy nodded, kissing Liam hard. "Fingered myself this morning. Over you." He rasped, looking Liam's eyes, who just moaned.
Yup. Harry was not as innocent as he first thought.
Having the tip of Liam's slick cock pressed against his entrance, Harry sank down slowly, taking him in bit by bit.
His small, delicate hands were pressed on Liam's shoulders, Liam's held firmly on Harry's dainty hips, resisting the urge to slam up. Because Harry was just so tight. So hot. And surprisingly wet.
And just like he said, Liam wasn't small. He was fucking huge. And now, with all of the elder inside him, Harry felt stupid. He thought he could take it, he really did. But as his small hole stretched around Liam's thickness, he knew he'd be sore in the morning. Very sore indeed.
But then he rolled his hips to adjust to Liam's size, and that actually felt good. And then his body started to relax. And then Liam kissed him. Breathlessly this time, swallowing moans once more as Harry, with the help of Liam, lifted himself up, then back down.
And that's how it went for a good period. Harry lifting and dropping himself, Liam bucking up hard to meet the boy's downward thrusts.
Pleasure rocked their bodies and their eyes never averted from the other's. Harry's curls stuck to his forehead with sweat as his nails grazed all over Liam's upper body.
"D-daddy, feel so good." Harry whined, a small smirk on his lips. "That's it baby, tell me who's making you feel good." Liam rasped, slamming up harder.
"Daddy. You Li. Only you. O-only daddy." Harry rambled, his petite body, now wet with sweat and flushed deep, being torn apart by Liam.
"That's it, Daddy's little slut. All mine, got it?" Liam rasped, moving a hand to wrap around Harry's hard cock.
The curly hared boy whimpered, his head falling to Liam's shoulder. "You. Only you daddy. Never anyone else. No-one else will ever make me feel this good daddy. Only you. M'yours."
And then, with a loud moan of Liam's name, Harry released, all over their two bodies and trickling into the elders hand.
Liam could practically feel Harry's body become lifeless. Limp against his own. And he felt proud. Because he'd done it. He'd reduced Harry to a whimpering, hot mess. And god it was just perfect.
But then he felt Harry clench around him. Hotter and tighter than ever before. He screamed the boy's name as he erupted inside of him, hard and fast.
Their breaths were fast, coming out in small pants. Liam slumped into his mattress, taking Harry with him.
"That. Th-that wasn't exactly alga-algebra." Harry whispered, his head laying in Liam's chest.
"I'd say it was more, chemistry." Liam smirked, his arms pulling the covers over them and wrapping around Harry, holding him tight.
