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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_-_Band
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_horan_-_mentioned
  Additional Tags:
      Louis_Lies, also_he's_still_13_this_isn't_going_to_change_for_a_while
      folks, Harry's_still_15, they_go_on_a_cute_little_date_to_a_cafe, and
      there's_pumpkin_muffins_and_bitter_tea, and_there's_groping, Kissing,
      Frottage, Fingering
  Series:
      Part 3 of Reverse_age_gap!!
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-09 Words: 4402
****** And I can tell someday, that I'm gonna say the truth. ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Louis lies to his mum, goes on a date, and ends up getting fingered.
     (Or 13 year old Louis really wants to prove that he's ready to 15
     year old Harry.)
Notes
     hahhahahaha i don't know what iM DOIng goodness me.
     I still don't proof read (never have never will) so bear with me, but
     other than that, enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
“Louis, dear. Where're you going all dressed up like that?”
 
Louis freezes and turns around quickly, clasping his hands behind his back
innocently, sickly sweet smile spread across his face. “Just to Niall's house.”
He says convincingly. There's a small part of his that feels guilty about lying
to his mother, but there's another, bigger part of him, that's willing to say
or do anything so long as it gets him out of the house and down to the corner
of the street where he knows Harry's waiting for him. “Niall? I thought you
said he was at his grandparents for the weekend?” His mother questions and
Louis' eyes widen momentarily. “Uh, right. He is! I just needed to see him
before he left. I let him borrow something and I need it back,” Louis says. He
crosses his fingers behind his back, praying his mum won't pester anymore,
mainly because he's pretty sure he won't be able to keep lying to her, and if
he can't then he'll have to admit that he's going on a date with his sort of
boyfriend and that's something he'd rather not do.
“That still doesn't explain why you're all dressed up-” his mum starts, and
Louis makes a noise and turns around, opening the door the door and stepping
outside quickly. “Sorry mum! Niall's leaving soon, gotta get a move on. Text me
if you need me, bye!” And with that he closes the door, nearly sprinting down
the drive way and sidewalk, right up until he sees Harry.
The older boy's sitting on the curb, body hunched over his phone as he taps
away, completely oblivious of anything and anyone who might be approaching, and
Louis uses that as an opportunity to get revenge. Louis tiptoes slowly towards
the curly haired boy, letting out the smallest of giggles when he gets right
behind him, leaning over to the left when Harry looks right, biting the inside
of his cheek to keep from laughing.
When Harry turns back around and leans back over his phone, Louis takes the
chance to clamp his hands down on the older boys shoulders and scream loudly
behind him, Harry's own loud cry echoing afterwards. “Bloody fucking- fuck!”
Harry curses, twisting around, his face instantly softening when he sees Louis.
“Oh course it's you, you brat.” He chuckles, smiling fondly before he picks
himself up from the road, standing tall above Louis and wrapping his arms
around the boy and kissing the top of his head.
“Hi. I'm sorry I scared you.” Louis smiles sheepishly as he apologizes. “It's
alright love; just payback, yeah?” The look that Harry gives him makes Louis'
insides squirm, and suddenly everything feels too sweet and cliche, so Louis
taps the tip of Harry's nose before he pulls away from him, beginning to walk
down across the street.
“Wrong way, lovely.” Harry snorts sarcastically, Louis turning on his heel and
marching the opposite way.
-
“Where are we going?” Louis questions again, hands shoved in the pockets of
Harry's much too large sweater he'd yet to returned, despite the number of
times he's already hung out with the other boy. “To the cafe I work at,” Harry
answers after a few moments of silence. Louis scrunches his face up in
confusion. “Why?” He asks, gazing up at Harry.
“Because I wanna go on a proper date where I can buy you something, but I
haven't got much, and I get a discount at the cafe, so why not?” Harry shrugs
and Louis nods along mutely. “Besides,” he says afterwards. “I wanna be seen
holding your hand in public,” Louis' cheeks reddens considerably as he hides
his face in Harry's shoulder, pulling his hand from his pocket and allowing
Harry to intertwine their fingers, Harry's warm palm pressed against Louis'
chilly own.
Before long, Harry is leading Louis down semi busy street and into a small,
warm cafe. It's mostly empty, an older man with greying hair and a hunch
sitting at the back with a scowl on his face as he reads the paper, another
older woman sitting behind the counter with her eyes closed lightly, hands
crossed on his lap.
“Afternoon, Mrs. Smith.” Harry smiles kindly, moving behind the counter and
slowly picking up two muffins from the glass display case, placing them on the
counter to free his hands as he turns back around to start a tea. Mrs. Smith
gives him a sharp look, one of her eyebrows arching upwards but Harry does
nothing but morph his kind smile to a cheeky one, motioning with his head
towards Louis who's still standing awkwardly, hands swaying at his sides.
“Oh, a date?” Mrs. Smith asks, not even trying to keep quiet or be subtle,
Harry's mouth turning downward into an unimpressed frown. “Yes, Misses,” Harry
replies, seconds before the kettle whistles. Harry grabs his favourite kitten
mug he keeps hidden away in the top cupboard and sets in onto the little
preparing area, dropping a tea bag into the cup before pouring hot water on top
of it. “I'll pay for all this- after. Later.” Harry promises, cup in one hand
and both muffins in the other, balancing them on each other.
Mrs. Smith rolls her eyes and shoos Harry away, the older boy shuffling closer
to Louis. “Where would you like to sit, babe?” He asks, Louis instantly turning
towards a booth seat, sliding in behind the table. Harry puts the tea down,
along with the pumpkin scented muffins before he slides into the space next to
him, pressing against Louis' side, hand resting on his thigh. Louis makes a
high, surprised sound, and Harry opens his mouth to tease him a bit when Louis
goes to grab for his tea, sipping a mouthful. Harry's jaw drops, his eyes
bulging out comically. “Isn't that bitter? Don't you add any sugar? ” Louis
puts the mug down, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he swallows. “No. Why would I
want to spoil my tea with that garbage?” Louis huffed, as if he were offended
by even the thought of adding anything to his drink. “Hm, I guess you're sweat
enough then, aren't you?” Harry murmured, kissing the side of Louis' head
affectionately. “You're sappy,” Louis commented, beginning to peel the wrapper
from the muffin, picking it up from the top and taking small bites from the
bottom of the muffin.
“You're cute,” Harry replies with a shrug, bringing his own muffin closer to
his mouth and taking off the entire top with one bite, cheeks pushed out as he
chews happily. “You're so gross!” Louis giggles, and Harry hurriedly finishes
his mouthful before sticking his tongue out.
-
By the time both Harry and Louis are finished this mini lunch – which, once
they'd finished their muffins, had consisted of Harry pressing closer and
closer to Louis' side, hand drifting to various places of his body, subtly
grouping. - It's nearly two pm, and the street is significantly busier than it
was at noon, cars driving by and occasionally honking, mummies and their kids
walking hastily down sidewalks. As Harry and Louis walk, their bodies bumping
into one another, a car slows on the street beside them, slowly trailing them.
Harry gives a small shudder, mind instantly focusing on all the criminal shows
and movies he's watched , and he's about to redirect himself and Louis away
from the main street when Louis decides to turn, the car stopping. “Oh,” he
breathes. “It's my mum,” he tells Harry before stepping past him and onto the
curb, bending over at the car window.
“I thought you were going to Niall's.” Is the first thing Louis' mum says,
Lottie giving him a stern look from the backseat as she shakes her head,
mouthing 'you lied'. “I did,” Louis says. “But then when I was leaving I saw
Harry, and he said he was going to get lunch so I came with.” The lies rolls
easily enough, but there's still that slight waver to his tone and the little
nagging voice in his head telling him he's doing wrong. “Oh. Well, the front
doors unlocked if you're planning on going home, just don't make a mess. Lottie
and I are going shopping too, so we should be back in a few hours.” She says.
“Okay, I'll call you if I need you, bye.” Louis promises, stepping back from
the car and giving a little wave as the window goes up before his mum is diving
off.
“We're going to my house.” Louis states as soon as his mothers car is no longer
in sight, looping his arm with Harry's and pulling the older boy in the
direction of his house. “Uh, why?” Harry asks. He's not opposed to the idea,
Louis' mum not being home means more time for him and Louis to snog without
having to worry about being caught, but the eagerness in Louis' step and the
slight nervousness that's visible on his face. “Because my mum's isn't home and
there's things we have to do, that's why.” Louis puts emphasis on the word
things in a way that makes Harry want to ask what kind of things but he keeps
quiet, happily and ignorantly following the shorter boy.
-
The closer and closer they get to Louis' house, the quieter the boy gets, until
they're stepping in through the front door walking down the corridor where
Louis stops, just outside his room, pausing briefly before he pushes his door
open. As soon as the door's closed behind Harry, Louis' turning around and
pushing himself up on his tippey toes, hands on Harry's shoulders as presses
his mouth against the older boy's, Harry instantly kissing back, hands gripping
Louis' waist.
Louis makes a small sound in the back of this throat as he practically melts
against Harry, clinging to the other boy as he tilts his head, moving his lips
harder and faster, a bit sloppy as Harry begins to walk them backwards.
“Harry,” Louis whines, falling back against his bed and letting his legs fall
wide open, pulling Harry between them. “Hey, easy there, yeah? No need to get
so worked up.” Harry mutters before he starts kissing Louis again, slow and
gentle, the complete opposite of what Louis wants. “I thought sex was suppose
to be fast and hard,” Louis murmurs when Harry moves his mouth down onto the
sensitive area on his neck. Harry, however, freezes. Pushing himself up until
he's hardly touching Louis at all. “Who said we were having sex?” Harry asks,
suddenly serious. “But- that's what people do after dates and stuff, right?”
Louis' voice gets softer and quieter, adverting his eyes from Harry's, looking
at the roof above his head, the navy blue blankets, anywhere but Harry.
“Yeah- sometimes. But you're thirteen Louis, not to mention that we've been
dating for what- three weeks? If that?” Louis' eyes at Harry's harsh tone, the
older boys haze hard and stern, and Louis' chest suddenly feels too tight as
his own eyes begin to fill with tears, the younger boy squirming to get away
from Harry and hide himself away under his sheets, burying himself as much as
he can with Harry's weight still on the end of it. “Lou,” Harry sighs after a
few seconds, leaning forward and resting his weight on his left hand, using his
right to pull the blanket from over Louis' body. “C'mon babe, look at me,”
Harry requests, but Louis stays curled up in his little protective ball,
refusing to move.
“You don't like me, that's the only reason. Niall said he and Jade did- stuff -
and he's only three months older than me! Age doesn't even matter!” Louis
wails, sitting up to poke Harry's chest accusingly before he spins around so
his back's facing Harry and rips the blanket from Harry's grip, throwing it
over himself grumpily.
“I like you a lot, Lou, but you know it's not a competition, yeah? It's about
whether or not you're ready.” Harry reasons, continuing on when Louis doesn't
reply. “But, if you can prove to me that you are ready,” Harry comments,
pressing himself against the back of Louis' small form from above the duvet.
“Really?” Louis asks, interested, and only has time for a short nod before
Louis' attacking him, mouth pressing hotly against Harry's. It's a pick awkward
since they're both on different levels of the bedspread, and Louis' teeth clank
against Harry's a bit painfully, but Harry forgets about all them once Louis'
crawling onto his lap, shirt already half off his body.
Louis' back arches as Harry's hand travel down to his arse, using the grip he's
got to start moving Louis' hips against his, the two layers of clothing between
proving to be a great inconvenience. Wanting to feel Louis' naked skin but not
yet willing to move the younger boy from his lap, so instead he trails his
hands slowly up Louis' sides, hitching his top higher and higher up until it's
bunched up below his underarms, Harry's lone fingers inching their way around
Louis' chest until they end up on his nipples, the small bud going erect under
his touch.
Louis keens and thrusts his chest outwards more, Harry smirking slightly as he
pinches, Louis whimpering again and disconnecting their mouths in favour of
biting Harry's shoulder through his shirt. “Ha-Harry,” he breathes, another
jolt of pleasure shooting through his body and going to his dick. “Getting so
worked up already? And you're sure you're ready to have sex?” Harry murmurs,
teasing, but in all honestly he isn't doing any better. With every small sound
and breathy moan Louis makes, Harry's cock hardens more and throbs, precum
already beginning to dampen his boxers.
“Mhm.” Louis hums, “I want you to fuck me,” he says and Harry nearly comes
right there. Groaning loudly, Harry flips them over so they're in their
original positions, the older boy settled between Louis' spread open thighs,
ripping the smaller boys shirt off before leaning down to drape his still fully
clothed body over Louis' half naked one. “You're so lovely,” Harry mutters as
he runs his hands along Louis' exposed torso. “Lovely little body,” he
continues, kissing down Louis' neck and collar and chest, until his mouth is
level with his sensitive nipples, warm breath fanning over one. Louis makes
high pitched whine as Harry licks over him, suckling on his nipple.
Louis' mouth falls open and his head tips back, hands scrabbling blindly for
something to hold onto before settling on the back of Harry's head, pulling and
tugging his curls unintentionally hard. Harry moans lowly as he draws back,
blowing lightly on the spit covered nub, making Louis whine sultrily. “Lovely
sounds too.” He says before fitting his mouth over Louis' opposite nipple.
There's a familiar coiling heat building up quickly in the pit of Louis'
stomach, unbearably close to toppling over the edge, being pushed closer every
time Harry's tongue flicks over his nipple. “Harry- Haz, Harry. S-stop,
please,” Louis pleas, beginning to tug on Harry's curls again.
“Haz?” Harry smirks, cocking an eyebrow up, and Louis' cheeks burn, turning
red. “Cute,” Harry approves, leaning up to kiss Louis shortly on the mouth
before be leans back, sitting back on his heals and making quite work of
unfastening Louis' jeans, urging the boy to lift his hips as he pulls the dark
materiel down his thin legs.
Louis' left in nothing but his tight, red boxers, while Harry's still
completely clothed, rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the inside of
Louis' thighs. As if Harry senses Louis thoughts, the older boy reaches down to
pull on the hem of his shirt, arms crossed over his torso as he pulls it up
over his head, undoing his fly right after. Louis' eyes widen and his mouth
gapes slightly when Harry pushes down his jeans, the very evident bulge at the
front of his black boxers making Louis salivate and whimper lightly. “See
something you like, babe?” Harry chuckles, and Louis' eyes flicker back up to
Harry's face, bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he nods.
Harry's lips quirk upwards into a smile as his fingers gravitate towards Louis'
body again, pressing against the boys slim hips, toying with the waistband of
his underwear. “Still think you're ready?” Harry asks again for the third of
fourth time since this whole thing started, and Louis takes a deep breathe
before he nods. Seconds later, Louis' briefs are being tugged off him and he's
stark naked, a small gasp escaping him.
Harry's body is suddenly pressing against his, face inches above his, the curly
haired boy's eyes dark with arousal as he stares down at Louis, watching for
his reaction as he gyrates his hips slowly. There's significantly less clothing
between them now then there was before, and the friction of Harry's soft cotton
boxers rubbing against his bare cock send a shudder down Louis' spine, biting
down on his lower lip to stifle his noises. “Harry-” Louis starts but chokes on
his words when Harry's hand travel down to his small prick, wrapping around it
and stroking slowly. “Y'alright, baby?”
Louis' hip hitch upwards as he shakes his head, mouth going slack as his hips
continue to buck upwards, his release within reach. “I-I'm- ah, close.” He
whimpers, the same moment Harry's hand moves faster, Louis' entire body going
taunt as his vision blurs, breath caught in his throat as his orgasm washes
over him, clinging to Harry like a life line. The combination of Louis'
pleasure ridden face and the knowledge that he's been that one to make him come
that hard is almost enough to push Harry over the edge as well, but he manages
to suppress it, withdrawing from Louis' still shuddering body to calm himself
down.
“I'm sorry,” Louis pants, chest heaving. “I still want you to fuck me, though.”
He says, and it sounds so innocent and filthy at the same time Harry forgets
breathing for a minute. “Fuck,” Harry curses, “fucking- fuck.” He tucks his
face in the crook of Louis' shoulder and bites down lightly, attempting to get
his thoughts in order. He's still weary about taking Louis' virginity- Harry's
only had proper sex once in his life and it he could he'd defiantly go back and
undo it, so he really doesn't want Louis regretting any lust filled decisions,
but the more Harry thinks about it, the more the thinks that there might be an
alternative way to do it.
“Ye- yeah. We'll just do it a different way, m'kay?” Harry murmurs, lifting
three fingers to his mouth and sucking on them, covering them with a liberal
amount of spit. “Wha-?” Louis begins to ask, just as Harry lowers a hand to
between his thighs, rubbing the tip of his finger between Louis' arse and over
his hole, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Louis sucks in a harsh
breath as his hips raise instantly, torn between flinching away from and
pressing harder against the digit. Drawing his eyebrows up in fascination and
curiosity, Harry dares himself to push his finger against Louis' hole harder,
until the just the tip breaches him. “Harry could you- can you please,” Louis
cuts off with a groan, both from frustration and pleasure, wiggling his hips
and pressing against Harry's hand. “Properly, please?”
Harry doesn't respond verbally, choosing instead to respond physically as
slowly and carefully slides his long finger inside Louis, stilling when Louis
whimpers lightly. The feeling of something inside of him is new and a bit
thrilling to Louis, erotic in a way he doesn't understand, making him feel
naughty. It doesn't take long for his softening dick to perk up again. Soon
enough Louis is babbling to Harry for more, the older boy looking hesitant for
a brief second before he edges another finger in, stretching Louis out further.
Louis keens loudly, not even realizing how sensitive his body had become with
the previous orgasm until Harry's fingers brush against something inside of
him, something that sends a flash of pain-pleasure mix through him, making him
arch his back and dig his heals into the mattress, back away from the touch as
tears spring to his eyes. “No, I can't- Harry! I don't know-” Louis cries,
still squirming. “Hey, darling. Calm down, you need to settle down, okay?”
Harry soothes, trying to get Louis to stop for a minute. He leans forward, body
covering Louis' as he plants kissed all over the younger boys face, his
forehead, his nose and cheeks, once on the mouth. “It feel t-too good, like,
it's too much,” Louis tries to explain, but Harry just hushes him, kisses him
again. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, kind and gentle, and Louis takes a
short moment to think about it before he's shaking his head 'no', letting his
legs sprawl open further as Harry begins to thrust and twist his fingers again.
Harry's finger brush up against that part inside him again, but this time he
manages to contain it better, only letting out a small whine as he brings his
hand to his mouth and clamps down on his knuckle. He's so extremely close again
already, his climax build up teetering on the edge of painful, his cock still
so sensitive as Harry leans down to kitten lick at it, sucking it into his
mouth and gazing up from under his eyelashes to make Louis, make sure this is
alright. There's a wet patch at the front of Harry's boxers, his cock achingly
hard inside his boxers, but his mind pushes that back in exchange for listening
to the various sounds Louis' making. “Haz, I'm about to- I think,” Louis' voice
is much higher now, nothing more than a breathy warning, but Harry hears it all
the same, pushes his fingers in harder and faster, causing the younger boy to
tremble and practically scream out as his limit is reached, unable to do
anything but continue to make undignified sounds.
When Louis' finally finished, Harry withdraws his fingers, wiping them on the
bed spread. Louis' eyes are still squeezed shut, his mouth wide open as ragged
breathes escape him.
The younger boy finally reopens his eyes when his lungs no longer feel like
they're burning and his body has calmed down, the sound of slick movement
drawing his attention, his gaze moving downwards. Harry's sitting back on his
heals again, his black boxers pushed down his thighs and a hand gripping his
calf as his right hand moves faster over his cock, the pleasure evident on his
face as a bead of precum drools from the head of his cock. “C-can I?” Louis
stutters meekly, his own voice sounding foreign to his own ears, broken and
wrecked. Harry looks up, bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he nods,
reluctantly removing his hand from his prick, allowing Louis to scoot down the
bed, his thighs over lapping Harry's, and wrap one hand around where Harry's
were previously, his hand dry as he begins to stroke. “Wait wait, wait.” Harry
says, grabbing the smaller boy's hand and licking his palm before placing it
back on his aching cock.
Louis' eyebrows shoot upwards once he starts moving his hand again, noticing
how tiny his hand looked on Harry's larger cock. Louis raises his other hand to
his mouth and mimics what Harry had done, licking his palm so his hands wet
before placing that one on Harry's dick as well, moving them a bit clumsily
before he finds a rhythm he can keep.
Harry's head tips back as his eyes shut, loud groan emitting from him as Louis'
pace quickens, the younger boy hunching his back slightly to lick over the tip,
tonguing at the slit. “Fuck! Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Harry chants, grabbing
Louis' face a bit too firmly as he crashes their lips together, hot and rough
and no time for finesse as he wraps a hand over one of Louis', jacking himself
off with the help of Louis impossibly fast and without rhythm. A few seconds
later Harry's hips are jerking and fucking forward, the older boy coming hard
all over both of their hands, leaving a warm sticky mess as it drips between
their fingers and onto the bed, staining. It's without a doubt the strongest
orgasm he's had – probably ever, not being touched for the majority of the time
proving to have a majorly positive impact.
Harry's mouth is still moving against Louis', slow and sloppy, tongue lazily
licking inside the other boy's mouth. When Harry's pulls away and looks at the
mess between them he laughs lightly. There's dried come on Louis' tummy, though
it's more of watery mess than it is semen or sperm. There's also Harry's own
sticky mess everywhere, on the duvet and on his fingers, come dripping down
onto their thighs. “Should probably clean this,” Harry mumbles, suddenly
overwhelmed with the urge to sleep, but he's sure he would be dealing with
something a lot worse than a sleepy body if Louis' mum were to walk in on her
son cuddled naked with another equally naked boy and come stain sheets. Without
waiting to hear Louis' agreement, Harry shuffles out of his underwear and uses
them to wipe up as much of the mess as he can, before he gets out of bed and
grabs a semi-dirty towel from the corner of Louis' room and a water bottle left
beside his bed, wetting the towel and dabbing at the stain on the bed, moving
on to clean off Louis stomach.
He trudges sleepily back to where he found the dirty towel beside Louis'
dresser and drops it back on the floor, rummaging through each of the boys
drawers quickly, finding two pairs of shorts and a pair of boxers briefs,
throwing the briefs and the smaller pair of shorts at Louis. “Put 'em on, don't
want your mum seeing you bum naked with a boy in your bed.” Harry says as he
slips his own pair of shorts on, careful not to let his sensitive parts brush
too heavily on the smooth fabric, climbing into Louis' bed. Louis tucks himself
into Harry's warm body sighs contently, yawning obnoxiously loud.
“Maybe next time I'll really be ready for you to fuck me.” Louis murmurs
tiredly. Harry groans.
End Notes
     oH MY gOD DON'T LOOK AT ME IM ONLY 13 I DON'T KNOW HOW SEX BETWEEN
     TWO MALES WORK I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW SEX BETWEEN A MALE AND A FEMALE
     WORKS IM JUST A BIG GAY DUMMY
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