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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles/Original_Female_Character(s),
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_Horan, Liam_Payne, Zayn_Malik, Anne
      Cox, Original_Characters
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      14-Year-Old_Harry_Styles, 24-Year-Old_Louis_Tomlinson, Underage_Harry,
      Bottom_Harry, Top_Louis, Virgin_Harry, Sweet_Harry, Needy_Harry,
      Feminization, Fluff_and_Smut, Daddy_Issues, Harry_Has_a_Daddy_Kink
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      Published: 2017-08-09 Updated: 2017-12-26 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5012
****** Back to you ******
by Ninaleto8
Summary
     Kinda inspired by Lolita..
Notes
     Another one!! I have a good feeling about this one though. let me
     know what you think in the comments :)
***** Intro *****
Holmes chapel has always been a quiet town. Nothing ever really happened, and
the people there lived peacefully among themselves.
Harry was known throughout the town for being one of the sweetest people
around. He was a fourteen year old boy who volunteered at the hospital whenever
needed, worked the afternoon shifts at the bakery a few houses from his home,
and did good at school.
He lived with just his mother, as his father passed away two years after Harry
was born. It left a hole in Harry’s chest no one and nothing managed to fill.
He never showed it though, because his mother was the best and made sure he had
a good life.
Even though his time is pretty much full, he still manages to make time for his
friends and two cats.
He has two friends, one he practically grew up with named Liam, and one that
moved from Ireland three years ago, his name is Niall. Harry is friendly with
everyone in his school, and everyone seems to like him back as well.
What he loves the most are his two cats. They’re so cute and sweet, they never
scratch him and are always up for a cuddle. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, yet
anyway! His mom keeps telling him he’s a handsome boy and it won’t be long
before girls start noticing him.
He’s not really looking forward to it if he’s being honest. He’s never wanted
to kiss anyone yet, and always pulls a face when Niall starts going on and on
about how he wants to marry Olivia so that he can kiss her all day long. Harry
can admit that Olivia is beautiful, but he can’t for the life of him imagine
himself kissing her.
Liam’s already had his first kiss, with a boy too. He’s only told Harry and
Niall about it. Harry’s eyes widened then while Niall shrugged and said, “Was
it good?”
Liam had blushed and ducked his head. Harry knows he can’t tell anyone about
it, not even his mom and he tells her everything. But in their town and
everywhere really, kissing boys wasn’t allowed as far as he knew.
He doesn’t dwell on it much, since he himself doesn’t feel like kissing any
boys either. He does however admit that Zayn, a quiet boy that goes to school
with them, one year older than them, is the prettiest person Harry has ever
seen. But it’s purely objective. The boy is insanely beautiful.
He smokes too, and not in secret like other school mates Harry knows, he does
it publically without a care. And he seems unbothered by the way people around
him glare and talk behind his back.
“Bad boy” they call him. Harry’s mom said he was trouble and that Harry should
never associate with the likes of him.
“Thank god there aren’t any like him in this town!” she said.
Harry doesn’t see him as a bad boy, or trouble. He’s simply a boy who’s doing
his own thing and not hurting anyone. Harry doesn’t understand why everyone
seems to hate him.
His family is nice too, different from everyone else in town, seeing as they’re
Pakistanis, but so sweet. Harry knows because they buy from the bakery he works
at. And Zayn’s mom is the nicest. It’s too bad their community didn’t welcome
them the way they deserve.
Today is a Monday, and Harry seems to be having a lot of free time seeing as he
isn’t needed at the hospital, and the bakery has closed off for some plumbing
repairs to be done.
He gets home and drops his school bag in its designated spot before going to
the kitchen in search of his mom.
“Mommy!”  He yells as he doesn’t find her there.
“Upstairs” her reply comes seconds later. He runs up the stairs and finds her
inside the guest room, tidying around. He hugs her and beams as she kisses the
top of his head.
“Is aunt Elisabeth vising us?” he asks, seeing as she’s the only one that uses
the guest room. They don’t get many visitors, and none that stay over.
His mother ruffles his curly locks and sits down on the neatly made bed.
“No”, his mom says, “do you remember uncle Jamie? Your father’s best friend”
Harry nods his head, they haven’t seen him in four years, but he used to buy
Harry a lot of gifts whenever he visits. He also tells him all kind of stories
about his father.
“His son is moving to Holmes Chapel, he’s a doctor now and he’s going to work
at the local hospital”
“Oh!” Harry says, “How old is he?”
Maybe they can become friends. Maybe he’ll buy Harry gifts and candy just like
his father used to.
“He’s twenty four! He’ll be here by supper tomorrow. I want you to be on your
best behavior while he lives with us here, okay baby?”
Harry nods even though his mother didn’t need to ask him that. He’s always a
good boy.
“He’ll live with us here?”
His mom nods her head, “until he can afford a place for himself! He’ll be
paying for this room anyway since he refused to take it for free”
“Okay! I can’t wait to meet him” harry smiles big, kisses his mother’s cheek
and dashes to his room.
After supper, that consisted of delicious spaghetti his mother made them, harry
spends a few minutes talking to Niall on the phone, telling him about the
newest addition to their home.
Niall hums on the other side of the line, “What’s his name?”
Harry pauses, raking his brain for the stranger’s name before realizing he
never asked his mom about it.
“Wait a second!” he says to Niall through the phone before poking his head into
the living room.
“Mommy! What’s the man’s name?” Harry asks with big curious eyes and pouty
lips. How did he not ask that before? He can be so silly at times.
His mother looks up from her magazine and smiles, “Louis! His name is Louis
Tomlinson”
***** 1 *****
Harry’s Tuesday doesn’t go as planned, for one his shift at the Bakery takes
longer than he anticipated. He wanted to get home early and bathe before their
guest was to arrive. He wanted to give a good first impression.
But now he’s running back home, already sweaty and late. He rushes inside his
house, dropping his keys on the table by the door and dashing inside the living
room.
“Mommy I’m ho-“ he stops abruptly when he finds a man sitting on their couch.
Harry’s mouth hangs open a bit as he stares. The man is looking back at him,
amusement coloring his expression. He has soft brown hair that’s pushed back in
a messy way, his eyes are so blue and piercing and his cheekbones are
beautifully defined. Harry swallows when his eyes drop to the man’s jaw,
lithered with beautiful stubble.
The man clears his throat and says, “Close your mouth love!”
Harry’s eyes widen and his cheeks warm up. He’s saved from saying anything and
further embarrassing himself when his mother comes in, straightening her apron.
“Harry dear! Welcome home” she kisses his cheek.
He finally looks away from the man and mutters, “sorry I’m late!”
His mother chuckles, “it’s fine! Louis is a bit early. Did you say hello?”
Harry’s cheeks warm up even more, averting his eyes to the ground and muttering
a shy hello.
“Hi, Harry! It’s nice to meet you”
“Why don’t you go freshen up and change your clothes? Dinner will be ready in
an hour”
Harry nods and moves out of the living room, hearing his mother say, “You can
go rest upstairs in your room! I’ll call you boys down when the table is set”
He rushes up the stairs then and locks himself in the bathroom. He strips and
steps into the bath, opting for a quick shower instead of a bubble bath.
He tries to slow down his heart beat but it’s futile. Something about Louis
seems to have ignited a fire inside Harry, and he can’t for the life of him
understand why.
Once he’s done bathing and wraps himself in a fluffy towel, he realizes that he
didn’t bring any clothes with him. the worst part is that the guestroom is
between his bedroom and the bathroom he’s currently standing naked in, safe for
a small white towel.
He sighs and opens the door, peaking his head outside to see if the hall is
empty, once he makes sure Louis is nowhere in sight, he dashes for his bedroom.
As soon as he passes the open guestroom, Harry’s towel somehow falls from where
he secured it around his waist. And to his luck, Louis comes out of the room
saying, “where’s the fire, curly?”
He has to options, he realizes. He could either forget about the towel and
continue running to his room, leaving it along with his modesty behind. Or he
could stop and pick it up to put it back around his hips, where it belongs.
It only takes him two seconds to think of all this, but it seems like enough
time for Louis to retrieve the towel from the floor and hold it behind his
back, a smirk evident on his face.
Harry stares at him, eyes wide and horrified, before Louis’ eyes drop to his
crotch and Harry is reminded that he is very much naked and exposed in front of
a strange man. He brings his hands in front of him to cover his cock and balls,
his cheeks flaming red.
“Can I have my towel back?” he asks his voice small. He would walk to his room
and leave it behind to save himself from this extremely humiliating experience,
but then Louis would see his bum. And somehow to Harry, that is worse than
Louis seeing his cock.
Louis hums, “No thank you for picking it up then?” he teases.
Harry blushes even more, “sorry, sir!” he adds because Louis is a stranger and
a guest, and also because he is way older than Harry.
“Christ, Harry!” Louis groans, “Don’t call me sir when you’re all naked and
wet. Here” he says as he steps closer and hands Harry his towel, “cover
yourself”
Then he’s gone, his door closed behind him.
Harry doesn’t take any chances, hurrying to his room and locking the door
behind him. Louis’ words didn’t make any sense, but Harry gathered that he
doesn’t like being called Sir. He wonders why! And what does Harry being naked
and wet have to do with it?
He shrugs and goes to wear his pajamas.
****
The dinner is awkward, for Harry at least. His cheeks keep flaming every time
he as much as looks in Louis’ direction. Even though his head is kept down most
of the dinner.
His mom is happily chatting with Louis while Harry's mind keeps chanting he saw
me naked he saw me naked
“My Harry wants to become a baker when he grows up” his mom says, including him
in the discussion, much to Harry’s dismay and Louis’ amusement.
Louis hums, a subtle smirk forming on his handsome face, “is that so?”
Anne nods and explains, “he wants to open a little bakery somewhere in town,
and keep volunteering at the hospital when he’s needed”
“What do you do in the hospital when you volunteer, Harry?” Louis asks as he
takes another bite of the baked chicken.
Harry blushes and swallows. It’s a direct question so he can’t rely on his
mother to answer, especially when she’s looking at him encouragingly.
He clears his throat and says, “I help the nurses with paper work and I keep
the kids calm during their examination”
Louis hums while Anne pats Harry’s head, looking proud.
“Does that mean you’ll help me around when I start tomorrow at the hospital?”
Harry nods, because it’s the polite thing to do. And maybe that will help him
give a better impression, one that’s not tarnished with nakedness and
embarrassment.
Louis winks at him then and Harry’s eyes widen, looking at his mom to see if
she noticed, but she’s happily cutting her vegetables, her eyes on the plate.
Harry is told to help Louis get settled up for the night while his mom cleans
the kitchen. He obliges because he always listens to his mom.
He leads Louis upstairs and stands near the bathroom.
“Um” he starts, “the towels are under the sink”
Louis hums, “I think I’ll just do like you and run along the hall naked”
Harry’s eyes widen as he stares up at Louis in horror, only to find the older
man laughing.
“Relax, curly! I’m only teasing”
Harry looks down, “I didn’t mean for it to fall earlier, I’m sorry you had to
see that”
Louis uses his index to lift Harry’s head up until he’s looking at him and
says, voice gone soft and quiet, “if it’s any consolation, I like what I saw”
And with that, he gets inside the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
****
Harry tosses and turns and can’t sleep. Miny, one of his two cats, hisses and
jumps out of the bed, leaving Harry’s room. Great, he’s annoyed her. He's got
bigger problmes though, Louis’ words keep swiveling around his thoughts and
he’s so confused. What did Louis mean? Surely, it was meant to ease Harry’s
embarrassment.
Louis could not have possibly meant that he likes Harry. No way.
Harry hates the way his stomach flutters at the idea, at the possibility of
Louis liking him the way Niall likes Olivia. The way Liam likes the boy he
kissed, the mysterious boy he refuses to tell Harry and Niall about.
Harry will ask him again tomorrow at school. He’ll tell him he might be having
a crush on a boy and he doesn’t know how it works. Maybe Liam will tell him
then who the boy he kissed is, maybe he’ll tell him that it’s not weird.
But it is weird. And not just because Louis is a boy, but it’s because Louis is
a man, ten years older than Harry.
He decides not to think about it anymore. He can appreciate beautiful people.
Harry thinks Olivia is pretty, and Zayn is handsome, and he can think that
about Louis as well. No harm done.
He turns around on his tummy, tangling his bare legs in his sheets as he closes
his eyes and tries to fall asleep.
***** 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     an updaaaaaaaaaaaaate :))
     I don't know shit about medical stuff so bear with me
     alsooo I think i should add med kink to the tags, yeah?
The next morning, Harry is up bright and shiny, dressing up in his school
uniform and going to the kitchen, kissing his mom on the cheek.
“Morning baby” she coos at him, “slept well?”
He hums, contended. “Breakfast will be ready in a few; would you be a darling
and go wake Louis up”
Harry nods and saunters up the stairs, walking to the guest room and softly
knocking on the door. When he doesn’t get an answer, he slowly pushes the door
open. He cautiously gets in, the room is mostly dark with the blinds drawn, but
he can make out Louis’ form sprawled on the bed.
Harry’s eyes widen when he realizes that Louis’ only wearing pants, his chest
and thighs are gloriously on display. The young boy can’t help but stare at his
body in awe, his eyes lingering on the bulge hidden by the thin material of the
underwear Louis is wearing.
Harry thinks that Louis must have a big penis, he briefly wonders if his will
get as big when he’s older.
He then realizes how naughty he’s being, standing there and staring at the man,
he blushes and moves closer, keeping his eyes mostly on the ground. He reaches
a small hand to gently shake Louis’ shoulder. The latter stirs and groans.
“Sorry” Harry squeaks, when Louis’ eyes open and fall on him, “mommy said to
wake you”
“S’alright, love” Louis says as he stretches. Harry is once again unable to
stop himself from admiring the way Louis’ muscles move beneath his skin.
“Enjoying the view, then?” Louis asks, it makes Harry blush deeper and squeak
an apology before dashing out of the room. Louis smiles lazily as he slowly
gets up from bed.
He loved waking up to the cherubic face of the curly boy.
****
Harry is nervous for the second time while standing in front of the hospital’s
door. The first time being when he first came in for the interview with one of
the nurses. He managed to charm her with his innocence and dimpled smile, and
he’s been volunteering there ever since.
But today is different, because Louis is behind the door. Harry takes a big
breath and marches up the stairs. He’s greeted by Susan at the reception as
always.
“Hello Harry! How was your day?”
Harry smiles, “it was alright, we had a surprise quiz but I think I did well”
“Of course you did, sweet pie” she coos, “you’re a good student”
Harry basks in her praise, his cheeks delightedly reddening.
“Did you know, dear? There’s a new doctor here” she says excitedly.
Harry’s heart stutters as he nods, “I know! He’s staying with us at home. He’s
Uncle Jamie’s son”
“Well, he turned out to be a fine man” she sighs dreamily, “all the nurses have
been fawning over him all day long”
Harry fights the pout working its way to his face as he nods, “I’m gonna go in”
he tells her.
She smiles and waves him inside.
He makes his way down the familiar corridors, saying hi to everyone on his
way.  He doesn’t expect to find Louis by bumping into him. Harry squeaks,
falling backward before two strong arms wrap around his middle.
“Woah there, kitten” Louis chuckles as he makes sure Harry is back on his two
feet, “are you okay?”
Harry nods and looks down at his feet, blushing madly; feeling butterflies at
the nickname Louis gave him.
“Did you just get here?”
Harry nods again, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground. He feels Louis gently
gripping his elbow and steering him away, “come on, I want you to see my
office”
He finally raises his head to look around once they get inside Louis’ office.
His arm is still tingling from where Louis touched it.
“Do you like it?” Louis asks, closing the door behind them and leaning against
his desk.
“I do” Harry says softly, “it’s nice”
Louis smiles and looks around, “I wanted it to feel warm, so patients will feel
safe here”
Harry nods dumbly as his fingers run along the examination table.
“Unfortunately” Louis continues, “I spent the whole day in the emergency rooms
and in the OR, getting acquainted with everything and everyone, so I’ll only
start examinations here tomorrow”
Harry doesn’t know what to say so he keeps his mouth shut, but he can feel the
intensity of Louis’ stare and it makes him nervous.
“You said you’d help me on my first day here” Louis reminds him casually, a
little smirk showing on his face.
Harry nods and looks around, “I’ll help you tomorrow when you get patients, or
I could clean around but everything is brand new”
“You could be my first patient” Louis suggests casually.
Harry’s eyes widen as he spins around to stare at Louis, “what?” he asks
shakily.
“I want to try out the equipment” Louis says, standing up and taking a step
closer to Harry, “so I thought you’d do me a favor and be my patient”
Harry can’t process what Louis is asking of him, but he’s let countless nurses
listen to his heart beat when they had nothing to do, so why should this be any
different? Only Harry’s heart is beating erratically and his body is trembling,
but he finds himself nodding and sitting up on the examination’ table.
Louis smirks, satisfied, before cocking his head, looking contemplative.
“Would you mind taking your shirt off, kitten?”
Harry’s trembling hands go to comply but he’s trembling so much he’s finding it
awfully difficult to take off his shirt.
“Here love, I’ll help you” Louis offers, stepping closer to Harry and ridding
him of his shirt in one go.
He takes his hands and squeezes them in his, “you’re trembling, baby. Are you
scared?”
Harry nods, because he doesn’t have another excuse. He is scared after all.
Louis leans down and presses a soft kiss to each of Harry’s palms, smiling up
at him before saying, “don’t be, yeah? I won’t hurt you” he promises.
Harry nods again, because he believes him, and he trusts him.
Louis gets his stethoscope and slowly presses it to Harry’s chest, hearing his
erratic heartbeats.
“Your heart is beating so fast, love. We’ve got to slow it down, yeah?” he says
softly, removing the stethoscope from around his neck and putting it down
beside Harry, “would you like a caramel?” Louis asks him.
Harry smiles faintly because he loves candy and he nods. He feels so hazy, so
unfocused.
Louis fetches one and unwraps it, before holding it out to Harry, who greedily
pops it in his mouth, sucking on the sweet substance.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
Harry nods, smiling dopily, before hallowing his cheeks around the candy in his
mouth.
Louis then proceeds to check Harry’s ears and eyes, while the younger boy
giggles his way through the whole thing.
“There!” Louis announces, “All done.”
Harry looks down at himself then frowns, “you didn’t take my temperature,
Loueh” he whines.
Louis chuckles, “you’re very observant, baby” he says before smirking, “I only
have rectal thermometers for now”
Harry’s face goes scarlet, his eyes wide and glassy as he stares at Louis. He
then whimpers “don’t like them”
Louis chuckles, “it’s why I didn’t take your temperature, kitten”
Harry swivels the candy inside his mouth around his tongue before speaking up,
“but what if my temperature is high?”
He doesn’t know what came over him, but he doesn’t want Louis to be done
examining him. He wants to keep feeling his hands on his body. He loves the way
it makes him feel warm inside.
Louis feels torn inside. Harry is so tempting sitting there and practically
begging Louis to spread his cheeks and stick a thermometer inside him. It feels
wrong, because Harry is still mostly a child and because Louis is lusting after
him.
So Louis sighs and grabs the side of Harry’s face, steadying his head before
gently pressing his hand to his forehead for a few seconds. He steps back and
smiles, “there, your temperature seems normal”
Harry smiles, but his eyes still look glassy and unfocused.
Louis coos at him, “you did so well, kitten. Such a good patient”
Harry giggles, his lips pink and sticky from the candy he’s been sucking on.
“Yeah?” he asks, delighted to know that Louis is happy with him.
“Of course, baby, the best. I’m so proud of you” Louis leans forward and
presses a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead before dressing him back up. He then
takes off his coat and decides that they ought to get home. Harry looks so
relaxed and pliant, so he probably won’t be of any help to anyone. Besides,
Louis needs to make sure that he gets home safely.
He doesn’t know how it’s happened already, but he feels a strong urge to
protect and care for the young boy.
***** 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Come Friday, Harry is sulking in his room, an open textbook splayed over his
bare thighs. He curls his toes inside his knee high socks and pouts. He’s got
an exam coming and it’s keeping him from going to the bakery and the hospital.
Usually, harry doesn’t mind, but now, it means he doesn’t get to see Louis.
He’s grown attached to him in a matter of two days. He’s just fascinating, and
Harry loves it when Louis showers him in attention. But he barely saw him at
all yesterday, as his work hours are quite long.
“Harry” his mother calls as she opens his door, “dinner is ready”
“We’re not going to wait for Louis?” he asks.
His mother shakes her head, “he called and said he’d be coming home late”
Harry sighs and gets up, following his mother down the stairs.
“Harry! It’s getting cold” his mom scolds as she takes in the shorts he’s
wearing.
He pouts, “I’m wearing a jumper”
“Wear your pajamas, Harry, not your swimming trunks. I don’t want you getting
sick and missing school, you have an exam next week”
Harry nods, “okay”
****
Harry can’t sleep; he keeps tossing and turning around but to no avail.
Fortunately for him, he doesn’t have school the next day. He peers down at Miny
and Mickey sleeping peacefully in their little beds by the window and he sighs.
He wishes he was a cat.
It’s midnight and Louis isn’t back yet. Harry knows not to worry as he works
late shifts, but still, he just cannot sleep until he comes back. Which is
silly and stupid, but Harry can’t help himself.
So when he hears the front door open and close, he jumps out of bed and sprints
down the stairs in his sleeping shorts and knee high socks.
Louis’ head whips up to look at Harry, he chuckles and whispers: “still up?”
Harry nods, slightly breathless from his running. Louis looks him up and down
as he removes his shoes. And Harry suddenly feels self-conscious about his
appearance.
“Nice outfit, love! You sleep with your socks on?”
Harry blushes and nods, “I get cold” he whispers.
Louis smiles fondly before moving towards the kitchen, Harry shyly trailing
behind him.
“Your mom’s asleep?” Louis asks, keeping his voice down. He finds the plate
Anne left him already in the microwave, so he only powers it on.
Harry nods, he stays by the door until Louis retrieves his plate from the
microwave and settles down to eat. He looks up at him and pats the table, right
next to his plate.
“Come sit, curly”
Harry takes a few steps but shakes his head, “I’m not allowed to sit on the
table”
Louis smirks, “no one will know. Our little secret, yeah?”
Harry smiles and nods, giddily sitting right where Louis’ hand touched. His
milky hairless thighs are on display for Louis, which he takes full advantage
of, staring at them and making Harry squirm.
“How was your day babe?” Louis asks casually considering the little term of
endearment he let slip out. It makes Harry blush, as he basks in Louis’
attention and starts telling him about his day.
“Niall was grumpy throughout the morning because Olivia was mad at him” Harry
sighs, his legs swinging, “apparently; he forgot to call her last night before
going to bed”
He scrunches his nose at that and giggles, which makes Louis chuckle as well.
“Sounds to me like one needy girlfriend” Louis mutters.
Harry shrugs, looking down and whispering, “She was probably just worried about
him, if I worry about someone, I’d want to hear from them too”
Louis is quiet for a while before cooing, “Do you lose sleep as well when
you’re worried?”
Harry nods, still refusing to look up at Louis’ face.
“Were you worried about me then, love? Is that why you couldn’t sleep?”
Harry’s face is flaming red by now, he considers denying the truth, but he
doesn’t like lying because it’s wrong. So he nods.
Louis puts down his fork, since he already scraped up everything Anne left him
and stands up, he puts his hands on the table right next to Harry’s thighs,
caging him in and leaning in.
“You’re too cute” Louis coos before backing up. He doesn’t want Anne to walk in
on him in standing that close to her son. He’s got to keep his distance.
“Ready to sleep now then?” he asks, as he puts his empty plate in the sink and
turns to look at Harry. The little boy shrugs and slides down until he’s
standing on his socked up feet, looking all small and adorable.
Louis lets Harry lead the way up the stairs, and he doesn’t stare at his ass.
No, he doesn’t! He just happens to notice that it’s round and perky and begging
to be touched.
“Come on” Louis whispers, guiding Harry gently with a hand on the small of his
back when the little boy hesitates once they reach upstairs, “I’m tucking you
in”
Harry smiles bashfully and leads the way, Louis’ hand on his back making him
tingle.
Once he gets under his covers, Louis tucks him in with a sweet smile and
ruffles his hair affectionately. “You’re such a kitten” he coos, “good night”
Before he could get away, Harry’s hand clasps his arm and pouts, “Don’t wanna
be alone”
“Don’t you always sleep alone, Harry?” Louis asks, even as he sits down on the
edge of the bed. Harry’s hand holding his arm securely.
Harry only shrugs and pouts harder. “Usually go to mommy if I can’t sleep” he
mumbles, making Louis coo at his adorableness. This boy is going to be the
death of him.
“How about I stay with you until you fall asleep?”
Harry’s face brightens at that and he nods, lifting the covers and scooting
over. Louis gets in bed with him against his better judgment. But he can’t
refuse anything to this kid; he’s already got him wrapped around his little
finger.
As soon as he’s in place, Harry cuddles into his side, shamelessly throwing a
leg over Louis’ thighs. He seems content though as he hums and closes his eyes,
ready to welcome sleep.
Even though he’s so comfortable, and Harry’s body is a nice weight, with his
fluttering breaths and soft warm skin, Louis does not go to sleep. He’s waiting
for Harry to be asleep so he can go back to his room. He won’t be able to
explain to Anne why he’s in Harry’s bed.
Chapter End Notes
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tugging up and slowly pulling down. Sam looked far too
innocent, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen.
“Damn Sammy, you look amazing baby.” Dean inhaled shakily and crawled forward
along the bed, fingers grazing up along Sam’s calves, over his knees, across
his thighs. “So sweet and perfect. Listen to me, you need to promise to do
something, you promise?”
“Anything,” Sam gasped and lifted up off the bed to allow Dean to tug his shirt
off, raising his hands then letting them drop to Dean’s shoulders as his shirt
was tossed across the room.
“Push me.” Dean brushed kisses across Sam’s temple, down his cheek, along his
jaw. “Keep pushing until I know without a doubt that you want me. It’ll
probably be hard, I might not believe you for a while, but trust me. I’d much
rather spend every afternoon with you then leave you sitting at that place
alone for hours. I used to drive up the hill and just sit there, stare at the
window, long for you.”
“Really?” Sam pulled back and blinked up at Dean, tugging on the edge of Dean’s
shirt and working it up his chest. “You really think you, I mean, my you, will
want me?”
“I have no doubt that he will.” Dean panted open mouthed against Sam’s neck,
his tongue flicking out along the vein before he pulled back and slid down
Sam’s body, scattering kisses along his skin. “So you promise you will?”
“Yes,” Sam breathed out the word like a sigh, his body arching up into Dean’s
lips.
There was the hint of salt on Sam’s skin, an underlying sweetness, and Dean’s
eyes fell closed as he kissed down past his belly button, over to his hipbones,
and finally low enough to graze his lips across the few wisps of freshly grown
pubic hair. Beneath him Sam trembled and Dean smiled, slipping his hands
between Sam’s thighs and spreading them as wide as the boy could go.
“Yes. God yes please Dean. Need more. Never felt- so good. Never felt something
so amazing. Yeah, Dean, more.” Sam’s fingers wove through Dean’s hair and
tugged then pushed, trying to get Dean lower or his mouth on Sam’s cock - Dean
couldn’t tell what Sam wanted most.
All he knew was that he was almost desperate for Sam’s body and the burn of
guilt and shame for having this Sam, so small and fragile beneath him, was
starting to make him feel a little dizzy. Before Sam could plead any more Dean
worked his way lower, sucking the fleshy sac of Sam’s balls between his lip,
fitting the entire sac into his mouth. Sam moaned so loud Dean momentarily
hoped there was no one in the room beside theirs, just to be on the safe side.
“Jesus Christ Dean,” Sam groaned and hooked his leg around Dean’s shoulder, his
heel digging into Dean’s back.
Dean huffed a laugh and drew back, sliding down and breathing in the heady
scent of Sam. His heart was racing as he had to grind his hips down against the
mattress just to gain some relief before he absolutely lost his mind.
“What are you-”
Before Sam could finish the question Dean’s tongue slid out, the tip grazing
over Sam’s tight, untouched hole in one steady sweep. The boy all but jumped
off the bed, Dean’s fingers on his hipbones the only thing keeping him held
down. Dean smirked at the string of curses flowing from Sam’s lips - clearly
his brother had a filthier mouth than Dean had even realized - and worked his
tongue over and over Sam’s hole, willing the muscles to relax.
“Wanna taste all of you baby,” Dean murmured against Sam’s skin, knowing the
heat of his breath was causing the shiver that shook Sam’s body. “Relax, let my
tongue inside you.”
Dean considered working his fingers up into Sam, spreading him open and
claiming him, but that wasn’t fair to his younger self. No the logic didn’t
make much sense but he knew it would mean something, that he was Sam’s first.
So instead he continued to work his tongue over the tight hole until Sam
relaxed enough for Dean to inch just the tip forward.
And that seemed to be about it for Sam.
The pull on Dean’s hair was sharp and Sam called out a cross between Dean’s
name and oh fuck me. Dean lifted enough to watch the small streams of come
shoot from Sam’s rock hard little cock and that was nearly enough to make Dean
come in his pants at the sight of it.
“God, so perfect baby, you have no idea.” Dean shook his head and crawled up
Sam’s body, stopping to lap up every inch of the rapidly cooling come. “I don’t
know how much longer I’ll be here. I only have twenty four hours. And soon you
need to head back to Plucky’s. Wouldn’t want your Dean being upset at you. But
things will be okay now, right?”
“I promise I’ll push until you tell me how you want me.” Sam smiled sleepily up
at Dean, tugging him in for a long brush of lips. “You don’t want me to get you
off?”
“Not sure we have the time now.” Dean laughed thickly. The idea of little Sam’s
hand around his cock sounded far better than it should but Dean already felt
like he’d tainted the boy’s innocence too much. “Just gotta use the bathroom.
You keep resting.”
Before Sam could protest - Dean could see the forming words in his eyes - he
climbed back off the bed and all but hobbled into the bathroom. Maybe there
wouldn’t be much harm in letting Sam jack him off. After all, he’d just made
the boy come by working his tongue up Sam’s tight ass, a hand job couldn’t be
that much more perverted right?
Dean rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror, splashing water on his face as
he made up his mind. Little Sam needed the confidence booster, something to
ensure he spoke with his own Dean.
Just as Dean was grabbing the bathroom handle to head back into the room
though, the world began to tilt dangerously. Dean tried to call out to Sam but
everything was fading and once more it felt like there was that pull at his
nostrils, pulling him back and through some tiny, invisible space and all Dean
could do was hold on for the ride.
~~
“Dean?”
It took a long minute for everything to stabilize beneath him and Dean grasped
the edge of the bathroom counter, closing his eyes and riding out the wave of
dizziness. He took comfort in Sam’s call of his name at least - though his
heart quite suddenly ached for the younger Sam that he left alone, naked and
still panting on the bed in the cheap motel room.
That Sam had his Dean though and now Dean had his own Sam back. That was enough
to have his eyes opening and a smile growing on his lips.
Somehow through the transportation through time Dean had lost everything but
his boxers and his eyebrow arched. Then again, when he’d left this time the day
before he was in an alley behind a bar - apparently the details weren’t quite
lined up the same.
“Dean? What the fuck are you doing in there? Painting your nails?”
Dean smirked and huffed a breath, loud enough his brother could hear the
annoyance. “Yeah yeah hold your horses Sammy. It’s not like we’ve got some big
dat-”
He cut off sharply as he tugged the bathroom door open and stepped out, eyes
instantly zeroing in on Sam, naked, up on all fours on the one bed in the motel
room. For some reason, it took Dean longer to accept the one bed thing than
anything else. Until of course Sam twisted back to give him a wide grin and
wiggled his ass in a way that could only be described as inviting.
“Well? It’s not like I’m gonna fuck myself.”
“Shit,” Dean hissed and snapped into motion, shoving his boxers roughly down -
not really all that surprised to find he was still hard. He almost tripped in
his hurry across the room and his body was shaking by the time he crawled on
his knees between the wide spread space of Sam’s legs.
Dean couldn’t believe it had worked. Obviously the younger Sam had pushed and
now, this. They were together. Dean had no idea how long ago it had happened,
what else had changed in the world, where they even were for that matter. But
here Sam was, completely slick and open and waiting for him, and all the other
questions could wait.
In one swift thrust Dean entered Sam, bottoming out and gripping his brother’s
hips tight. His fingers fit over the curved bone like it had been made for this
specific touch and Dean tipped his head back, moaning low in his throat.
“God yeah, right there Dean. So fucking good. Always better.” Sam instantly
rocked his body back to meet Dean’s thrust, not needing any time to adjust to
the stretch and burn.
Which meant he either did a great job of preparing himself or they did this a
lot. Probably all the fucking time. Dean smirked at the thought and pulled out
until just the crown of his cock was lingering at Sam’s puffy red muscles. His
brother’s body was so different from the boy’s of a few minutes before -
muscles and hard lines and miles and miles of delicious skin - but it was all
Sam and always would be and that had Dean’s hips snapping hard forward.
Dean pounded into Sam with an almost brutal force, causing the mattress to
squeak in protest and his brother to gasp choke on strangled words. As far as
Dean was concerned, this was their first time and he was going to make the
absolute best of it. His fingers dug hard into Sam’s hips and he plunged into
Sam over and over, groaning as his brother’s muscles clenched tight around his
cock each time, causing his pace to stutter.
“So close. Fuck Dean. Please please please. Need- need more. Love you so
fucking much Jesus Dean.” Sam’s mouth was constantly in motion, the words
tumbling out his lips through each quick shaky breath and Dean purposefully
aimed for that sweet spot in him with each thrust just to drive him even more
insane.
The memory of licking over eleven year old Sam’s tiny virgin hole was still so
fresh - fuck the taste was even still there on his tongue - and Dean was far
too close to the edge to last any longer. His mind was far too blown to manage
words to warn Sam though so he simply fell forward, reaching around to get his
hand around his brother’s cock.
One stroke and Sam was calling out his name and a curse - almost just as he had
when he was just a boy. That was enough to tip Dean over the edge. He fucked
hard into Sam through his release, pumping his brother full and working the
come deep.
“Fuckin’ christ,” Dean spat, collapsing onto Sam, curling an arm protectively
over his well shaped middle.
A beat later Sam collapsed as well, sinking down on the bed with a soft groan.
“Damn. Still worked up from before? I swear that guy really was just asking for
the time.”
Dean’s brows furrowed, trying to place what Sam was talking about. It was
probably better not to ask. Pressing his lips to Sam’s shoulder, Dean inhaled
shakily through his nose as he drew his hips back and fell to the side. “Just
claiming what’s mine is all.”
It only mildly surprised Dean when Sam rolled and tucked against Dean’s side,
dropping his hand on Dean’s chest, fingers dancing their way up to Dean’s
collar bone. “Mmhmm. Cause you’ve never claimed me before.”
“Shut up, you loved it,” Dean grunted and let his gaze settle on Sam.
His brother looked so... happy. Relaxed. Content. Dean couldn’t remember the
last time he’d seen his brother look quite like this before and his heart flip-
flopped. Of course he had no idea when the witch would call on him, what she
would want, but Dean had absolutely no doubt in his mind that he’d made the
right choice.
This was how they were supposed to be.
“What’s-” Dean choked on his words when he realized Sam was playing with the
necklace around Dean’s neck. The amulet. It was surprising enough Dean’s eyes
pricked with tears and he swallowed thickly to will them back.
“Hey? You okay?” Sam murmured, tugging the blanket over them and sliding up to
brush his lips across Dean’s. “You look upset.”
“No I’m...” Dean tugged Sam closer and crushed their lips together, telling his
brother everything he was feeling through the hard slide of lips. The hope and
love and relief that they could finally be and it had to be so much better.
When he broke from the kiss they were both panting softly and Dean smiled. “I’m
absolutely perfect.”
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