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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Anne_Cox
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Kidfic, Elementary_School, Blowjobs, First_Time,
      Best_Friends
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-21 Words: 4608
****** Bite My Tongue ******
by Taayjaay
Summary
     Harry is overjoyed that his new older friend Louis is sleeping over.
     Harry just wants to act like the older, experienced twelve-year-olds.
Notes
     Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while! Just threw together
     something I thought was cute for you guys! Hoping to get a wicked
     one-shot out next time I post. I'm teacuphaz on tumblr and feedback
     is greatly appreciated.
Bite My Tongue
"So you're coming for sure tonight, right Louis?" Harry peered anxiously up at
the older boy through his eyelashes. He couldn't help doubting Louis' multiple
promises to come over after school because Louis was twelve. That was a whole
two years older than Harry and Harry could hardly believe his ears when Louis
agreed to spend the night at his house. Louis shook his head, chuckling and
ruffling his fingers through Harry's mop of curls affectionately.
"Of course, Curly, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Louis pushed the boy who
was now blushing at the way Louis was touching him. "Now will you stop
pestering me?" Harry nodded, face still red. They were outside for recess; all
of the boys in Louis' class were gathered around on the playground and Harry's
heart wouldn't stop beating because he felt like one of the older boys. He
didn't care that Louis picked on him a little bit because it just felt so good
to actually be accepted by kids who were in junior high when Harry himself was
only in elementary school still.
"Okay. Sorry, Lou." The boys continued laughing and joking, shoving each other
every once in a while and laughing loudly. Harry watched the rest of his
classmates at another playground not too far away. They were swinging from the
monkey bars and racing down the slides. Harry smiled to himself knowing how
jealous the other boys must be of him for hanging out with seventh graders. He
smirked to himself when suddenly, he was snapped back into reality by one of
the boy's in the circle punching him on the arm gently. Harry shook his head,
widening his eyes, giving the boy a questioning look.
"What about you, Curly?" All of the boy's leaned into the circle, Louis leaned
closer into Harry's side, and Harry felt stupid for not paying attention.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?" Harry mumbled quietly, embarrassed.
The same boy who had punched him in the arm earlier responded almost
immediately.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Uh oh. Harry looked at all of the boys in the
circle, then nervously at Louis who had placed a hand softly on his bicep
comfortingly. Louis' hand on his skin definitely didn't help with focusing. How
did the boys want him to respond? If he said no, would they make fun of him?
"It's okay if you haven't, Hazza." Louis spoke softly, not taking his eyes away
from Harry's. Harry felt a chill run down his spine as his eyes remained locked
with the older boy's.
"Have you, Louis?" Harry questioned curiously, eagerly craving support. Louis
broke eye contact, looking at the rest of his classmates in the roughly formed
circle.
"Oh totally! Loads! With tongue and everything." Louis spoke the last sentence
slowly and ominously, raising his eyebrow with a smirk while gratefully
accepting the pats on his back and enjoying the way even the coolest guys in
his class seemed to go red. Wow. Harry knew Louis was an older boy, but now he
was an older, experienced boy. And, he wanted to stay at Harry's house tonight.
Harry couldn't believe how lucky he was. Luckily, none of the boys asked Harry
any more questions or pestered him too much, they were much too preoccupied
with asking Louis for details, those of which he was more than happy to share
with an arm around Harry.
Too quickly, the recess bell rang letting them know it was time to go back to
class for the afternoon and there was a simultaneous groan as one of Louis'
stories which was so eagerly being soaked up by the boys was interrupted. They
entered the crowded boot room, kicking their outdoor shoes and jackets off
before heading to their classrooms.
"Meet you here after school eh?" Louis asked Harry before rounding the corner
to his classroom. Harry nodded.
"Of course, Lou. God, stop pestering me!" Harry grinned widely, blushing at his
imitation of his own previous eager attitude. Louis flicked him on the
forehead.
"Loser." Louis chuckled. "I hate you." They both stuck their tongues out at
each other before Louis finally entered his class. Harry skipped to his own
classroom. He almost felt like his heart was on fire with the anticipation of
after school. He couldn't focus in class, tapping his pencil and shaking his
legs while counting down the minutes until he got to see Louis' face in the
boot room. It felt like infinity to the fifth grader before he was finally
excused by the chime of a school bell. His legs were like springs filled with
adrenaline as he shot upwards out of his desk, fumbling to get his books in his
bag with shaking hands and consequently causing himself to be one of the last
kids out of the classroom. He raced down the hall, tripping over his gangly
pre-teen legs as he threw his pack over his shoulder, apologizing to the other
kids on the hall who would resemble bowling pins of Harry was a ball.
Harry reached the boot room after what felt like an eternity (while in reality,
it must have only been a minute) and tried to catch his breath. He fooled with
his shoelaces, breathing heavily when he feels someone tapping on his shoulder.
He looked up, shaky breath catching in his throat as he saw Louis' smile. What
a lucky boy he was. Harry remembered to breathe again, standing up straight and
smiling back at the boy in response.
"Are you ready to go?" Louis asked. Harry nodded all too eagerly.
"I've been ready since last week!" Did that sound too eager? Harry shook off
his nerves and exited the now slightly abandoned boot room of the small school
with Louis in tow.
"Slow down, Curly! We've got all weekend!"
Harry dragged Louis by the hand the whole way home, backpack hanging off his
shoulders and he rambled on about everything him and Louis were going to do
this weekend. Louis was laughing, he wasn't sure why, but it probably had to do
with the adorable way Harry got worked up about being so excited for Louis to
stay the night.
"We can play Nintendo and mom says we can order pizza- my mom... I guess you
don't know her but I'm sure she'll love you and her and my dad are going out
for the night so we can turn the volume up as loud as we want on the tv! Plus
I've still got a bunch of Halloween candy left that my mom doesn't know about
so we can stay up all night and do anything! Why aren't you saying anything?
Aren't you excited?" At this point Harry was jumping and Louis could barely
keep up.
"You aren't giving me a chance!" Louis laughed, trying to catch his breath.
Harry's face went red, looking both ways before bounding across the street. "Of
course I'm excited."
At last they reached Harry's house, Harry bursting through the door and almost
forgetting Louis behind him. They removed their shoes and ran through the
kitchen where Harry's mom was washing fruit.
"Hi mom!" Harry yelled, startling his mom.
"Oh!" She jumped, startled and almost dropping the apple she was holding into
the sink. She turned around, smiling, placing the apple nicely in the sink and
wiping her hands on her apron. She wrapped her arms around Harry, greeting him
warmly before turning to Louis. "You must be Louis!" She beamed, wrapping her
arms around Louis as well. The boy felt his face light up, grateful to be
accepted so wholeheartedly. "Harry's been so looking forward to this! He
wouldn't stop talking about everything you guys were going to do!" She pulled
away, kissing Harry's temple as her son's face went blood red from
embarrassment. He struggled to get away, stepping toward Louis who ruffled
Harry's hair.
"Awwww, Curly, you've been talking about me?" Louis teased, Harry pouting. Why
couldn't his mom understand that Louis was an older boy? Harry didn't want to
be embarrassed in front of an older boy! "Thanks for letting me stay her Mrs.-"
"Call me Anne, sweetheart." Harry's mom grinned invitingly.
"Anne." Louis repeated confidently.
"Harry, your father and I are going out in a few moments when he gets home from
work. I just called the pizza place and they're going to bring you guys pizzas
in an hour, I hope that's alright Louis, and there's pop in the fridge. I'm
leaving money on the table and you two can rent a movie to watch downstairs. Me
and dad are going to be out late. If you don't mind, Louis, would you want to
sleep in Harry's bed? I didn't have time to set up the cot. If that's not ok
Harry can lay some blankets on the couch so you can stay there."
"Harry's room sounds fine." Louis answered promptly, smiling at Harry whose
face couldn't possibly get any redder. A horn honked outside, startling Anne
once again, and she turned around to grab her jacket.
"That would be dad!" She chimed, sliding her feet into the fancy heels that
Harry only saw his mother wear every once in a while when she was going
somewhere very fancy. She blew kisses to both of the boys, rambling her "be
good"'s and "call me if you need anything"'s. After what Harry felt was
forever, his mom was finally gone.
"Wow," Louis remarked, "your mom sure is a looker. Your dad's a lucky man! I
see where you get it from!" Louis turned around, walking into the kitchen
quickly much to Harry's relief. If his face got any redder, he would pop. Harry
took a deep breath, shaking his head before yelling,
"Louis! Let's go to the basement and play video games until the pizza gets
here!"
*******
The two boys ate pizza and gamed for a couple of hours, drinking pop and
burping as loud as they possibly could until they were so full that if they
burped they would throw up. Harry was cuddled right into Louis' side, unaware
of the implications. All he knew was that he wanted to be as close to Louis as
humanly possible. Louis' heart raced as he stayed as still as possible. Harry
was so snuggly and comfortable, rather kitten like, and Louis didn't want to
disturb him. Harry won a race on the game they were playing, jumping up and
pumping his fist in the air screaming. Louis wasn't even upset that Harry won,
he just loved watching how proud Harry was about his win. He looked so cute
with his cheeky grin- cute? Was that the right word? Louis was interrupted by
Harry leaping on top of him and jabbing his fingers in his ribs.
"Oh!" Louis shouted in surprise. "Ow! Harry stop that tickles! Harry!" Louis
was shifting and giggling but Harry was laughing harder. Harry finally rolled
off the older boy. Louis pushed Harry, blushing, and Harry shook out his curls.
"You know Louis, this is my first real sleepover." Harry admitted, looking away
from his friend and biting his lip.
"You mean your parents have never let you have friends stay the night?" Louis
asked quietly.
"Well they have, but a lot of the time it's just my cousins. I don't have very
many friends who want to spend the night! They all think sleepovers are for
babies but I think they're just scared. Liam in my class slept over once but
his mom had to come pick him up before we went to bed because he got sick."
Louis nodded understandingly. "So, how late do we stay up on sleepovers?"
"You really haven't had a sleepover before, have you?!" Harry shook his head.
"You stay up as late as you want! There is no bedtime!" Harry was grinning as
widely as his face would allow. Yes. Cute was definitely the right word. "What
do you know about sleepovers?" Harry shook his head.
"Nothing. Well I mean I've seen some stuff on TV but I don't know if that
really happens in real life." Harry was fiddling with his thumbs and biting his
lip and Louis felt like his heart was going to explode.
"Well how about you tell me what you know and I'll tell you if it happens or
not?" Louis encouraged, placing a hand on Harry's leg but quickly removing it.
Harry didn't seem to notice.
"Ok. Well... I saw that the first person who falls asleep gets their hand put
in warm water so that they wet the bed." Harry's eyes went wide. Louis nodded,
and Harry's eyes looked like teacups. "So it does happen?!" Louis chuckled.
"Yeah, that's true. I promise I won't do it to you if you don't do it to me.
Also, it usually only happens if there's a bunch of people sleeping over rather
than just one." Harry smiled, nodding. Suddenly his face screwed up. "What's
wrong?" Louis asked, concerned. Harry sighed, shrugging.
"I saw this one show." Harry paused, judging Louis' reaction. "It was a few
girls at a sleepover... And they were practicing kissing." Harry peered up at
Louis through his eyelashes. Louis felt his heart clench in his chest.
"You... What were you watching?" Louis didn't know what to tell the kid. He
didn't have much experience in that area nor had he ever seen girls kissing
each other. He would admit that he had HEARD that girls do that, he'd just
never believed it for sure.
"Just some show with my cousin. She's a teenager or something. Never mind, it
was a stupid thing to bring up."
"NO." Louis grabbed Harry's wrist. He released it quickly; Harry was shocked by
Louis' quick movements. Louis stammered, "no it's just, I've only heard of
girls doing that. Were you scared of me doing that too?" Harry shrugged again.
"I've never actually kissed anyone honestly. I don't know what it's like
anyways." Harry felt like such a little kid. Louis was going to laugh and he
knew it. Louis was going to go home and leave him like Liam that one time and
he'd tell all the boys at school and they'd make fun of him. Louis was
relieved.
"I've never kissed anyone either." Louis blushed. Harry beamed. "I mean, I'm
sure it's not that hard, but I can totally see why girls practice on each
other." The boys sat quietly for a few moments, shifting uncomfortably. "Would
you... Would you want to? Kiss me, I mean?" Louis couldn't believe he said
that. Harry was going to think he was a freak. He didn't expect Harry to smile
sheepishly, nodding as if he was uncertain if Louis really meant what he said.
"I mean, if you wouldn't mind. It would be good to practice for girls you
know?" Louis smiled, agreeing. "Ok. So how do we do it?"
"I think we just touch our lips and then, use our tongues and stuff? I don't
know I guess that's what the practice is for." Harry screwed up his face
disgusted. Louis laughed at him. "Yeah I know. I guess it's good though?" Harry
leaned in, face inches apart from Louis. Louis was leaning against the arm of
the couch, Harry pressing into him, and a small noise escaped his lips. He shut
his mouth, looking at Harry embarrassed.
"What was that, Lou?" Harry looked confused.
"I don't know. It just happened. Ok, so should I just lean in?" Harry accepted
Louis' answer, nodding. Louis leaned in, pressing his lips to Harry's full, red
ones. They felt wet, warm, very nice. Harry pressed into the kiss a bit more,
experimentally, and Louis made the noise again. Harry gasped, pulling back.
"Am I doing something wrong?" Harry pouted. Louis looked at how shiny and wet
Harry's lips were. He wanted them. He wanted them all over him. He didn't
understand these new urges, but every second where he wasn't in contact with
Harry's lips was suddenly wasted time.
"No no no please again." Harry's heart clenched as Louis pulled the boy closer,
pressing their lips together again. Harry's tongue licked out of his mouth,
tracing the outline of Louis' lips and tasting them for the first time. Louis'
tongue met Harry's, both boy's gasping and pressing against each other harder
and licking into each other's mouths. They eagerly tasted each other, tracing
each other's teeth and sucking one another's lips into their own mouths. Harry
pulled away for breath at last, breathing heavily and grinning. His hair was
messier than usual and his lips were growing increasingly redder. Louis needed
to get closer to Harry. He shifted, pulling the younger boy into his lap.
"Bite my tongue." Louis growled, confused at where his own demand came from.
Harry obediently sucked Louis' tongue, into his mouth, enjoying the taste of
the other boy's mouth as he shyly bit down on his tongue. Louis made the noise
again, kissing Harry harry so deep that he could barely breathe.
"Wow." Harry couldn't say much else. He loved how Louis seemed to be taking
care of him. He felt safer knowing he was with Louis, and now he sat,
straddling the older boy whose lips eagerly met his again. Louis kissed down
the boy's neck, tasting the soft, warm skin beneath his lips. He sucked,
nipping at the skin and breathing against his ear.
"You're so pretty, Harry." Louis breathed between kisses. Harry suddenly made
the noise that Louis had made earlier and Louis smiled. "See I told you!" Louis
shouted, giggling. Harry blushed, shifting in Louis' lap. Louis pulled away,
eyes going wide.
"What? What happened?" Harry was nervous. Louis looked scared.
"No Harry no just do that again!" Louis sounded desperate. Harry was confused,
but he obeyed, moving his bum against Louis' lap. Louis' eyes rolled back in
his head and he moaned, scaring Harry a bit.
"Does it hurt?" Harry whispered. Louis bit his lip, shaking his head furiously.
Louis was whimpering now, barely able to talk as he grabbed Harry's hips and
pressed as hard as he could into the boy's bum.
"No. Fuck, Harry." Louis growled. Harry gasped. He knew Louis was an older boy,
but he'd never heard a kid swear like that before. There had to be something
happening that Harry didn't understand and it seemed to be pretty great.
"Show me." Harry begged, looking Louis straight in the eyes. Louis sacrificed
one of the hands on Harry's hips to place it on Harry's lap. He started palming
the boy through his pants, rubbing small circles with a flat hand until Harry
let out a low whine. Louis pressed into Harry's bum again, groaning as Harry
continued to whimper. "L-Louis..." Harry choked out. Louis grabbed Harry and
shifted the boy so that Louis was laying down with Harry flat on top of him,
hips pressed together. Louis started kissing Harry again, sucking the boy's
bottom lip and pressing his hips into Harry. Both boys groaned together, Louis
biting down on Harry's lip, eliciting a yelp.
"Oh my god, Louis." Harry spoke into Louis' mouth. Louis grabbed Harry's bum
with both of his hands, pushing up against the boy as hard as he could. Louis
paused, panting. Harry was still hopelessly rutting against Louis' lap, but
Louis placed a hand on his hip to slow him down.
"Harry, wait." Harry stopped, whining in the back of his throat.
"What, Lou? Am I doing something wrong?" Harry's eyes looked glassy and his
curls clung messily to his damp forehead.
"No, honey, no." Louis had heard his dad call his mom that sometimes and she
seemed to like it. Harry did too, seeing as the boy keened affectionately.
"It's just, this feels amazing, but a bunch of the guys at school were talking
about how something was supposed to happen when you do this where you feel
really good." Harry looked confused.
"But this already feels good!" Harry argued, trying to hold back from moving
his hips just so that Louis wouldn't think he couldn't control himself. Louis
giggled a bit confused as well.
"I don't know. They said stuff comes out too. Like, I don't know." Harry looked
unsure, but he trusted Louis.
"Ok... What do we have to do?" Louis adjusted so that Harry rolled off of him,
whimpering from the loss of friction. He began undoing Harry's pants. Harry
watched carefully, trusting, and lifted his hips as Louis slid his pants down
and off his body along with his underwear. Harry was more focused on what Louis
was doing than the fact he was exposed. Louis dropped to his knees between
Harry's legs looking up at the boy as if he was asking permission.
"I really don't know what I'm doing, but I know what the guys at school have
told me. Is this ok?" Harry admired Louis' bitten lips and flushed cheeks,
corners of his mouth turning up slightly as he felt his heart pounding in his
throat. He suddenly realized that his mouth was hanging open. He shut it
promptly and nodded. He trusted Louis. Louis was older; he had to know what he
was doing, Harry watched as Louis kissed up his pale thighs, eyelashes brushing
against the soft, white skin, tickling Harry slightly and making his heart
lurch in his chest. Louis' eyes were watching Harry cautiously, moving slowly
to not startle Harry. Louis wanted to make sure Harry was as comfortable as
possible, but the time Louis was taking to ensure the boy's comfort were making
Harry impatient, causing him to whimper, hips moving involuntarily.
"Are you okay, honey?" Louis cooed, backing away slightly, afraid he may have
gone too far. Harry shook his head, tears forming in his eyes as his hips
thrust forward again. Harry real eased his held breath, exhaling shaky and
broken.
"Please." Harry begged. Louis felt his cock twitch. "Please, Lou. Make me feel
good. I want you to so bad that it hurts." Louis felt himself grow almost
achingly hard, heart beating in his ears as he sucked Harry's cock into his
mouth, surprised at the way the boy buckled forward and moaned lower than Louis
had expected.
"Shit." Harry gasped. Louis felt his pulse increase in his throat as the young
boy curse, pursing his lips and sucking around the fullness in his mouth. He
pulled up to the tip, dropping back down so that Harry reached the back of his
mouth again. The noises Harry was making were inhuman, spurring Louis to go
faster. Harry's hands tangled in Louis' hair making the older boy yelp in pain,
but the pain wasn't more intense than the pleasure Harry seemed to be in.
Within a few minutes, Louis felt his mouth being filled with a salty liquid at
the same time that Harry muttered a series of colourful curse words. Louis
looked up, swallowing, admiring the was Harry's lips and eyes were glossy and
his curls clung to his forehead. Harry's lips were parted slightly, hands still
clenching at his sides as if he needed something to cling onto. Louis didn't
think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful in his life. He almost forgot
about the ache in his cock as he stared into Harry's blissed-out green eyes.
Almost. His hand moved to Palm himself, moaning as Harry looked down at him.
Harry looked much older leaning over him like this, and Louis needed him so
badly. Harry finally moved, eyes moving to look at Louis rubbing himself.
"May I?" Harry asked cautiously, extending a hand towards Louis timid and slow.
"God. Fuck. Yes. Please." Louis spoke each word between shaky, desperate
breaths. Harry wiped some moisture from his own eyes, leaning down to kiss
Louis' lips languidly, tasting himself on the boy's mouth and smiling shyly at
the unfamiliar taste. Louis loved how comfortable and open Harry was. He didn't
cover up, he kissed slowly, but god, he did not want Harry to take his time
with this. As if Harry read his mind, he lowered Louis so that he was laying on
the floor with the younger boy straddling him. He kissed down Louis' chest,
mimicking the way Louis had kissed his thighs earlier, sucking small purple
marks into the tan skin and feeling his heart smile with the way Louis'
whimpers were higher than his own. He pulled Louis' cock into his mouth
confidently, sucking like he felt Louis do. Louis swore loudly, not expecting
the warm wetness of Harry's mouth to surround him as fully as it did.
"I love how much older you sound when you swear. I like the thought that we're
doing something bad." Harry spoke softly but dominantly, and Louis practically
got off on how innocent Harry was; how innocent he himself was. He thrust into
Harry's mouth fast and shallow, cursing as he felt Harry's mouth against the
tip of his cock at the end of every thrust. The older boy looked down briefly
to admire the way Harry's dimples sucked deep rivets into his cheeks before
throwing his head back, unable to control the pleasure rushing through his
delicate body. Louis whined, a deep cry from the base of his throat as he came
quickly, filling Harry's mouth and making the boy gag. Louis painted Harry's
mouth and throat, coating his lips as he grasped one hand in the carpet and one
hand on Harry's shoulder for support. Louis finally relaxed, looking at the
younger boy who was licking sticky, white substance from his lips. Louis had
never seen a prettier young boy in his life. Harry was blushing, slightly
embarrassed, coughing to clear his throat.
"Wow. Harry." Louis could barely think right now. Harry simply smiled his wide,
goofy grin. "Are you ok?"
"Lou, that was amazing!" Harry giggled. Louis relaxed at last, smiling and
chuckling to himself. The boy couldn't take his eyes off of Harry, admiring the
way his curls framed his face. He remembered all of the things the boys at
school said about sex. He could imagine Harry's body sprawled out, open,
wrecked, abused, beautiful, just like the girls the kids at school talked
about. He'd never understood why it was so amazing until now. He just needed
the right boy. Harry was still flushed red, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why are you being so cute?" Louis smiled, shaking his head at how adorable
Harry was.
"I was just thinking, I love the way you're my first kiss. You're all I want. I
think I love you but I don't know if that's ok." Harry's face was very serious
now and Louis wanted more and more of Harry and he barely knew if it was
possible to have more of him than he already had right now.
"C'mere, baby." Louis motioned for Harry who then crawled eagerly into his
arms, laying down with him on the floor. "I love you. I want all of you. You
mean the world and a half to me and that's more than I can say about anyone. I
want to have you and I want to make you feel good and I want you on your knees
for me and-" Louis trailed off, distracted by the way Harry cuddled against his
neck. "You were so good for me. Thank you."
"Don't thank me! Can we do it again?" Louis barked a loud laugh and Harry
blushed. Louis moved a small curl away from Harry's face and tucked it behind
his ear.
"You should see the plans I have for next time."
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