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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Hobbit_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Fíli/OMCs, Fíli_&_Kíli_&_Thorin_Oakenshield
  Character:
      Fíli, Kíli, Thorin_Oakenshield, Dwalin
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Abuse, Verbal_Humiliation, Verbal_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Alcohol,
      Hurt_Fíli, Hurt/Comfort, Protective_Kíli, Protective_Thorin, Explicit
      Sexual_Content, Fíli_whump!, Before_the_quest, Back_in_Ered_Luin, so_they
      are_a_little_bit_younger_than_in_the_movie
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-29 Words: 3135
****** Help me! ******
by delank_89
Summary
     Based on this promt, my prompt. I got carried away and took it a
     little bit farther.
     http://hobbit-kink.livejournal.com/
     11476.html?thread=22982356#t22982356
     A simple trip to the town's tavern to find his brother, turns out to
     be a nightmare for Fíli.
Notes
     Sorry for the terrible title, I'm new to this writing thing, I don't
     even know how to do it.
     I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine, I don't even know how
     to get a beta, or what a beta means exactly. I'm seriously new to
     this.
     Also, english is not my language.....and I'm terrible at punctuation.
     Please try to ignore any mistake and I hope you enjoy it.
     And, I might continue this story, not sure yet, but got the idea I
     should fill another one of my promts (yeah, I just love my promts)
     that would fit perfectly with this one as a continuation...
It was getting late and Kili still hadn’t come back from the tavern.
“Fíli, go fetch Kíli before he gets too drunk and he has to be dragged back
here” says Thorin. Well, more like orders him.
Fíli, agrees to go half heartedly. It isn’t the first time Kili spends too much
time at the tavern, nor will it be the last one. Besides, he’s probably with
Dwalin right now; he can drag him home with no problem. Besides, iff Kili is
having fun; it won’t be easy to get him out of there. He’s probably going to
get dragged into drinking a couple of pints himself. Fili thought. Still, he
left the house and headed for the tavern.
He reached the tavern in a few minutes and got a slap in the face, for the
stench of stale beer and pipe weed was not the least welcoming.
Fíli stood by the door, looked around and sighed. It was not going to be easy
to find Kili. The place was filled with men and dwarves; the first ones,
completely blocking his view, forcing Fili to enter the mass of bodies and make
his way inside, trying to get a glimpse of his dumb brother.
He was getting really annoyed by now. “Why on middle earth can’t Kili come home
at a reasonable hour?!” Fili grunted out loud.
He searched, and searched, trying to make his way through the crowd, and about
twenty minutes later, no sign of his brother.
“Great” Fili sighed.
“Can we help you with somethin’?”
Fili turned around at the sound of the voice. The source was this rugged
looking man, with dark, greasy hair and dirty, worn clothes, looking down on
Fíli, easily towering over the small dwarf.
Fili felt a shiver run down his back, for the man’s eyes were really intense
and he felt the physical weight of the man’s stare.
“Are you looking for someone?” The man asked.
“Uhm yes, but no thanks, I don’t need your help” Fili replayed as politely as
he could and tried to hide the small tremble in his voice.
Fíli! Behave like a Durin, don’t be a pussy! Fíli thought berating himself, but
was unable shake the uncomfortable feeling he was having around that man. He
made to move on, turn around to continue his Kíli search, but collided with a
hard mountain of a body. The force of the clash almost sent him to the floor.
“Careful, pretty thing, no need to run off yet” The body he collided with said.
“We’ll like to get to know you some”
Fíli, who by now was more than a little bit freaked out, declined the offer and
made to move to his right, where a path between the crowds had cleared, only to
have that speck of light blocked as well. Fíli looked around himself trying to
find an escape route. To his dismay, there was none.
He realized then that the man with the heavy stare was not alone, quite the
opposite. There were at least five, if not more, men towering over him, looking
at him with something, Fili, didn’t even want to consider thinking about, with
dangerous smirks adorning their faces.
Thinking that maybe it was a bit over dramatic but having no other choice, for
the men did not let him pass, he reached down to the side his boot where he
kept his favorite dagger; a gift from Kili, which to his utter horror, was not
in its usual spot. Fili cursed under his breath, remembering that he left it
under his pillow, at home while he was planning to go to bed early, right
before his uncle told him to come to this awful place.
He felt bad for thinking that way. Maybe these brutes did something to my
brother and that’s why he didn’t come home early. Fíli thought, panicking.
“Well what do you say little one?” asked one of the men, reaching out a hand to
pet Fíli’s golden hair.
Fíli didn’t have time to answer, whatever the answer to such a question might
be, or move away from the hand stroking his hair, for one of the man; the one
right behind him, hauled him easily off his feet and sat on a chair, with Fíli
on his lap.
Fili let out a squeak of surprise. “Let me go this instant!” Fili yelled,
squirming, trying to get free of the oppressive arms of the man behind him, who
held him in a vice like grip by his waist and would not let go.
The men laughed cruelly at his attempts and they all gathered closer to him,
sitting down in their own chairs making a circle around Fili and the man who
had him trapped.
“We’ve got some nice meat for us tonight, it seems. A golden haired dwarf, not
very common that” The man right in front of him cheered, holding his beer mug
up and bringing it down to his lips to drink all of it in one gulp.
Fíli shivered for the second time that night. These men were going to hurt him
if he didn’t get away, and by the looks of it, he had no way to do so.
He thought about screaming for help but that would probably be useless for the
noise in the tavern was very loud; angry yells of men getting into agitated
discussions, roaring laughter and music would completely drown Fíli’s call for
help.
He looked around the tavern again, in a desperate attempt to find Kíli, or
anyone he knew, but all he saw were dark shadows and not one friendly face, and
not to mention they where situated in one of the darkest corners of the
building. He was in deep shit.
“Cute little thing you are, huh? I’m starting to get a hard on with this eager
bum of yours pressing down on my cock. Can you feel it?” said the man holding
him.
Horrified, Fíli indeed felt the hard pressure growing against his bum. This
can’t be happening. They want to rape me Fili thought, as realization downed
upon him and all color drained from his face, his throat tightened and his eyes
filled with tears.
He was completely petrified by fear at the knowledge of what these men wanted
from him, for Fíli, who was training to become a capable warrior and studying
hard to become a prince and a future King, was a total and complete virgin.
At his young age, even though he wasn’t a child anymore, having sex hadn’t even
crossed his mind yet, being so busy with other important matters, so he hadn’t
even gotten the opportunity to explore his sexuality. He didn’t even have his
first kiss yet, for crying out loud.
“C’mon, cute thing, show us what a good whore you can be” The man said,
gripping Fíli by his hips and started to move him back and forth against his,
by now, full erection, moaning out loud when he got a steady rhythm, bucking up
against Fíli’s bum.
Fíli closed his eyes, lowered his head and let the tears run down his face. All
defiance left him and he just accepted his fate.
“Look guys, the little whore is crying.” The other men laughed. “Don’t worry
little one, you’ll get all of us inside your slutty little hole, we all get our
turns” Another one said.
Fíli didn’t want to look up. If this was going to happen to him he didn’t want
those disgusting men faces hunting him forever, but at the last man’s comment,
he couldn’t help but look up towards him, and with a tear stained face he
started to beg. “Please, please don’t do this, please. Let me go, I won’t tell
anyone, just, please, let me go”.
“Not a chance, little slut. The only way we are letting you go, is with you
limping out of here, leaking our mixed seed out of your torn and bleeding,
gaping hole.” The man behind him whispered in his ear.
Fili let out a choked whimper and started to squirm desperately. He found his
voice again and started to scream for help, looking at the passing men trying
to catch their gaze, tears running freely down his face.
Unfortunately, as he had predicted, the noise in the tavern drowned his
screams, and his outburst only served to make the men who held him angry.
“Shut the fuck out or I’ll stuff your mouth with my cock!” The man at his right
said, moving closer to him, holding a knife against the delicate skin of his
neck and Fíli had no choice but to obey the man.
He continued crying, silently now, and went limp in the man’s arms. The man
holding the knife lowered it for now and moved his free hand to rest against
Fíli’s thigh, moving it up towards his crotch and with no warning grabbed
Fili’s limp cock, making the dwarf jump in surprise.
“Let’s see if we can wake this little thing up” the man snarled, followed by a
chorus of laughter.
“No…..no, please” Fili sobbed out, trying in vain to get the man’s hands to let
go of his penis with his own. Right then, the man in his left, moved closer too
and with a smirk in his face, drew closer to Fili’s face, grabbed a handful of
soft golden hair, forcing the dwarf’s head back, exposing his neck and started
to lick and kiss the tender skin, sending shivers down his body. Fíli was a
sobbing mess by now.
“You smell so ripe; I bet you are a virgin” the man kissing his neck said,
“We’ll make sure to change that tonight” followed by a chorus of agreement.
Fili, out of instinct, jerked away from the offending mouth, causing some of
his hair to be ripped out of his scalp form the force of the sudden movement
and sending him against the man who held the knife, who grabbed him and lifted
him a little from the man under him, who moved his hands over his hips and
started to lift his thin undershirt a little, only to then grab the waistline
of his breaches and yank them down over his bum and down his thighs in one fast
movement, leaving his ass bare for the man to abuse.
Fili closed his eyes again, and cried and cried. He felt more hands than
before, caressing the milky skin of his thighs, moving up to cup his flaccid
penis, ineffectively, stroking it to bring it to life.
Hands moved from his hips to his waist, over his stomach and up towards his
chest and over his sensitive nipples, abusing and groping. Every patch of
creamy skin was touched.
Suddenly, he felt the men grab him and making him stand up, only to move him
towards another man and making him sit in his lap, facing him, his bare bum
facing the rest of the man. He looked at the man he was sitting on in the eyes
and silently pleaded for him to help him, to stop what they were doing to him,
only to have the man laugh in his face.
“You beg so prettily, and those tears really become you, little slut” said the
man and buried his fingers in Fili’s hair, forcing him forward and pressed his
disgusting lips against Fíli’s own softer one’s, kissing him hungrily, with
bruising force, making Fíli whimper in discomfort.
Once the man released his mouth and he could catch his breath, he felt the
men’s hands groping him again, now having free access to his most private
parts. The man he was sitting on had the first taste of his bum. He grabbed two
handfuls of the meaty mounds with force and spread both cheeks. Fili, feeling
so exposed and vulnerable, hid his face in the man’s chest and continued to sob
and plead and beg weakly, to anyone who might hear him. All the while, the men
continued their assault and insults:
“Look here guys, look at this slutty hole”
“I’ll spear it with my huge cock”
“Its winking at us, eager little thing”
“Can’t wait to see it leaking my cum”
“Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never walk again”
“Wanna make you bleed”
Fíli brought his hands up to cover his ears, blocking out the offending remarks
and trying in vain to escape, at least in mind, the abusive hands moving all
over the most private areas of his body.
He just wanted to disappear, wanted his brother; his uncle, or anyone, to wake
him up from this nightmare and comfort him, telling him it was all just a bad
dream.
It was then that he felt wet fingers circling his hole, tapping at it and
threatening to enter him. He screamed in pain and desperately tried to get away
to no avail, when one of the fingers, forcefully and in one single movement,
entered him roughly.
“NO!! …STOP, please stop!” Fili screamed at the painful intrusion, but the
finger inside him didn’t leave him, on the contrary, it began to move, curling
inside and making Fíli cry out in pain. The one finger turned into two, then
into three, with little to no preparation and roughly entering him, making Fili
squirm in blind pain.
“You’re very tight to be such a slutty little whore” one of the men snarled,
scissoring his fingers inside Fíli’s tight, virgin passage.
“Help me! Please someone help me!” screamed Fili, as hard as he could. He was
roughly shut down with a hard blow across his face, jerking his head to face
the other way and he went limp against the man’s chest in front of him. He
looked at the crowd through watery eyes and sobbed softly, seeing the men and
some dwarves, drunkenly stumble by, so close and yet so far away, and no one
even sparing a glance his way. He closed his eyes and let the tears run down
his face, as he felt something hard and big, pressing up against his entrance
as the man that held him by the hips pushed his cock into Fíli’s unwilling
body. Only the tip was inside and the pain was excruciating.
He felt reality slipping away from him, so he forced his heavy eyelids open and
looked at the crowd once more. Then, he saw this brown haired dwarf who looked
very familiar; he had a worried expression on his fair face.
Kili, what’s he doing here? Fili dazedly thought and felt his eyes flutter
closed. The pain increased suddenly as more of the man’s member entered his
body and he was forced to open his eyes. Refocusing and getting a grip on
reality again he looked towards the direction he thought he dreamed he had seen
Kíli, and there, followed closely behind by Dwalin, was his brother.
Life came back to his body and with all the force he could muster; he screamed
and started to squirm again, trying in vain to get away from the man.
“Kíli!”
Fíli saw his brother’s head jerk up, saw him turn and look around, but sadly,
Kili didn’t see him and continued his way, and the knife that had been held
against his skin as a threat before, returned to his neck. That was his chance,
his salvation, and it was gone. He resumed crying, and defeated, he embraced
his fate.
The man was huge so he had trouble entering him but he moved in, deeper and
deeper anyways, causing extreme pain to shot up Fili’s spine. This was it. He
wasn’t going to survive this. Fíli thought and slowly let himself slip away
from awareness, with the last image of his brother’s back, walking farther and
farther away from him, taking his hope at salvation from him.
Suddenly; angry screams, sounds of blows hitting bodies and blades cutting
flesh, and the terrible pain that threatened to spear him to the hilt was
yanked out of him as he was lifted from the man’s lap, turned around, as if he
weighed nothing, and held up in a protective and strong embrace. Fíli pressed
his face against the strong chest and inhaled the familiar, comforting smell of
his brother.
The realization of everything that happened to him on this terrible night came
back with full force when Kíli lifted his chin, forcing Fili to face him, while
his other arm held him protectively around his waist, and looked at him with
tear streaked eyes.
“Kíli” was all he managed to say before he broke down and inconsolably cried
against his brother’s safety.
He didn’t know how much time passed with him breaking down against Kili, but
when he felt his breaches being grabbed and pulled up his legs and covering his
bare backside, he jerked around to see his uncle who he hadn’t seen before,
covered in blood and with a troubled expression on his face. He was holding his
breaches in place for they needed to be laced to stay there and as Fili made no
move to do so; Thorin did it, with Kíli’s help. When his breaches were securely
held in place, Thorin came closer and wrapped his arms around both of them. He
spoke sweet calming words against Fíli’s ear, telling him he was safe now, that
everything was going to be fine and kissing his temple. Fíli was in a sort of
dazed state so he didn’t say anything, letting himself completely relax in
their embrace. Kíli didn’t move his arm from around Fili’s waist for it was
pretty much everything that held him up, and Fíli, for the first time, was
grateful of his brother’s taller and bigger frame, for he felt safe and secure
in his arms.
He was suddenly lifted off the ground and carried home.
Kíli, as gently as he could, not to startle Fíli, who had started to nod off,
placed him in his own bed, removed his boots, covered him with warm blankets
and furs and lifted the covers of the opposite side to lay down next to his
brother.
Dwalin brought Oin to check the damage done to Fíli. Some damage was done, but
not extensive, for the man had not been able to penetrate him fully, thanks to
Mahal.
Kíli didn’t sleep that night, neither did Thorin, who came to check on Fíli
every few minutes during the night, for Fíli’s light slumber was not peaceful,
but plagued with nightmares.
They were going to get through this, for those disgusting rapists were death
and he and Kíli would make sure Fíli recovered from this horrible attack, it
was not going to be easy, but they would help him every step of the way.
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. All the horrible things he did willingly
with people that he would have never done in his right mind he couldn't tell
them that and how he felt about it.
Louis looked at his long time friends and figured one night couldn't hurt,
right, to them happy, for them. He got up from the floor and shoved his way
into their en suite. He got into the doorway and turned around to his
disappointed looking friends and said " I'll be ready in a minute."
* * *
It was far from a minute later, but Louis was dressed and they were eventually
at the party. There was already a smokey haze covering the whole building as
bodies crowed the room obviously intoxicated with various substances.
Louis looked around at the familiar scene and memories of the former parties
began to flash in his head. He felt a bitter sweet feeling come over him that
made him want to leave and stay at the same time. One side was winning over and
at first he didn't realize which one. He saw many people he partied with before
and wondered if they realized who he was and what he used to do and wondered if
they would expect him to be the old Louis. He felt the bass of the music in his
very core and felt the pull of the dance floor. He had forgot how thrilling it
was to be in the mist of all these people who all had one goal: Have Fun.
Whether it be dancing, drinking, smoking, talking, or sex, these people were
all looking for it. Louis knew he was looking for it too and already noticed
himself moving with the rhythm of the electronic music. Being shut up in his
room for long seemed to have pent up all of this energy and urge to everything
in this world. He felt a familiar adrenaline begin to creep inside of himself
and he began to bounce to the music. He forgot about everything he just sought
to find his fun and nothing else mattered.
Niall saw this transition and began to have second thoughts about bringing his
friend here. He knew he could not control a drunk Louis and didn't know what he
and Liam were thinking bringing him out there. Their judgement had been clouded
with their want to make him happy, but now what about his health. Liam saw the
transition and began to see his old friend return and was excited for his
recovery from his depression. He saw that he and Niall's treatment was working
and felt accomplish.
Louis turned to Niall and grabbed his hands in his, "Dance with me!" he said.
Niall looked back at Liam for help , but Liam only smiled and yelled over the
music, "I'm going to get drinks." So Niall was pulled on to the dance floor
among the sweaty, grinding bodies.
Louis felt alive and dance with his friend and others his whole mind vacant of
the outside world, troubles and other's judgement. Liam kept the drinks coming
and soon Louis couldn't even feel his body and he was even vacant of himself
and he was loving it.
Louis had no concept of time, but he knew he was grinding on a body that was
behind him with a prominent bulge. He notice his own bulge begin to grow. He
turned around to see who was responsible for this physical problem, totally
ready to give them the appropriate punishment.
"Louis!" he had a faint sense of his name being called, but it was the last of
his worries. And as it continued and grew closer, he turn and met the
perpetrator of the crime pushing against the zipper of his skinny jeans. Bright
emerald eyes looked at him in a hazy, lustful gaze and dimples sprung to his
cheeks as a lopsided grin graced his face. He had obviously had his shared of
an illegal substance that night with his hooded eyes, but that didn't take from
their beauty. His long, dark locks framed his face and he looked so impossibly
gorgeous that Louis wondered if someone had put something in his drink. The
most beautiful hallucination. Louis opened his mouth and said "..."
Niall dragged Louis to an open spot by the bar where Liam occupied a stool and
was casually drinking. "Its time to go." Niall yelled over the music. Louis
frowned. "Its 3 in the morning and you have both had enough to drink." Liam
frowned. Neither of the unhappy members of the trio made a moved and so Niall
grabbed a hand of each began to drag.
"NO!" Louis protested and yanked his arm away. He grabbed another guys shot and
downed it in Niall's face in defiance. " You're not drunk enough! You need to
get on my level Ni! You're being a pussy!" Niall's fear had just manifested.
"You're all PUSSIES!" Louis yelled. Niall was glad the music was so loud. Louis
began to rant impossibly louder and louder about how all the party people were
a bunch of pussies and how they weren't having real fun like he was and
everybody else was fake. He finally climbed on the bar behind a laughing Liam
and stood over everyone.
" Who wants to challenge me, you bunch of pussies, Aye? Who can take more shots
than me?" He yelled having most of the party's attention by now.
The crowd murmured, as Niall dropped his face into his hands. Liam had finally
stopped laugh, but remained with an amused smile waiting to see what would
happen next. He got his result shortly with a long lanky arm raised above all
else. The arm's body shoved its way to the front and Louis was once again
mesmerized and couldn't hold the smile the spread across his face. He brushed
his hair out of his face, after stumbling forward, revealing those lazy lidded
eyes and that lop-sided smirk.
"I will." the beautiful boy said.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry im late just getting the hang of this and im in my first year
     of college so just getting the hang of that too! Update when i can!
     Merry Christmas!!!
SLAM! black. Green eyes. Brown locks. SLAM! black. Crooked Smiled. Tattooed
chest. Big hands. SLAM! black. Pink lips. Tender touch. Tight pants. Bulge.
SLAM! black.
Louis was beyond even blacking out. He was drunk and not just off drinks. This
boy was too beautiful to be true and Louis couldn't help, but pursue him. They
went shot for shot for so long the crowd surrounding them in the beginning, got
bored and left them alone. They were sitting on top of the bar facing each
other and somehow got impossibly close. He could smell the boy's sweet cologne
underneath the smell of weed and booze. He had lost the voices of Liam and
Niall long ago and the boy's deep, slightly raspy voice was the only sound that
managed to pierce the alcoholic fog in his mind. The boy's lips seemed to be in
a permanent smirk. Louis was mesmerized with them, pink and moist, he watched
how they moved and spoke to him. Louis, only interested in the sound, but not
able to comprehend the words.
Suddenly, he felt the lips ghosting over his cheek and pressed to his neck
lightly. This didn't last long for Louis, it was only a small peck, but the
lips didn't leave him completely. They hovered over his ear and spoke to him
again. He once again only heard sound, a beautiful melody sending chills down
his back and over his arms. At that moment it didn't matter what he said Louis
needed him. Louis let his body fall against his hard, smooth body and then
whispered in his ear "Take me."
That seemed to be all the boy needed to know, he chuckled in Louis' ear and
whisked him away. As they got outside a huge gust of wind hit Louis' face. The
cold air seemed to sober him, a little, of the alcoholic drunk, but the warm
body that surrounded him still had his head spinning. The boy was at least a
head taller than Louis and hailed a cab over his shoulder. The cab seemed to
come magically quick and he and the boy threw themselves into the back. The boy
talked to the driver as Louis leaned his back on the opposite door they came
and stared at the boy with lustful eyes.
The boy noticed this and his smirk returned. He crawled closer to Louis and
returned his lips to Louis' neck, sucking that spot. Louis gasped struggling to
breathe, it seemed the boy was a professional, he knew just how to please him.
He kissed more spots on Louis' neck slow and soft and letting his lips ghost
over the marks he'd made. A sensation was covering Louis' entire body that had
been forgotten. It was coming back with a vengeance and Louis didn't know if it
was that he was out of practice or this boy was just like none other. Their
hands wondered, face, arms, chest, hips, thighs. The cab stopped at their
destination just as the boy's hand hovered over his crotch, but not before
Louis' hand found the boy's and was caressing his large bulge, while looking
into the boy's emerald eyes and feeling the boy's breath grow shaky. He had
finally caught the boy off guard, but the driver broke their trance, yelling
something angrily. The boy handed him money and scrambled out the car pulling
Louis after him quickly.
Louis was once again sobered by the air and he noticed this was his same dorm.
But focused more on the boy's hand that engulfed his own. Even it seemed to
cause a sensation throughout Louis' body.
They seemed to float to the boy's room and Louis was slammed into the door, as
soon as it was closed and the soft lips returned and the haze that came with
it. Soon Louis' legs were wrapped around his slim hips and he was carried to
and laid on a bed.
The boy was immediately between his legs, Louis felt like they would never be
able to unravel themselves nor did he he want to. The boy's hands were sneaking
under his shirt sliding over his tummy he gained while in seclusion. The large
hands found their way to his chest and the thumbs skimmed over his nipples,
making them hard and earning twitches from his already prominent bulge that
didn't go unnoticed. The boy smiled like he had solved a puzzle and a moan
escaped Louis, his body becoming completely submissive to the beautiful boy.
His shirt was taken off and the boy's lips and thumbs returned. "What's your
name?" the boy whispered into Louis' ear and began trailing kisses down his
jaw. "Louis." he answered as his jeans became too much. Louis' hands began
rubbing his bulge and unbuttoning his pants simultaneously, he was desperate.
The boy took Louis' hands before they could do any damage at all and pinned
them above his head their fingers intertwined "Louis. Patience. Louis." the boy
whispered, his voice like silk. The boy's warm breath washing over Louis'
shoulders. He had made it down to Louis collar bones and the pit of Louis'
stomach felt like it was going to burst without being touched. The pink, wet
lips were then on his nipples sucking gently. Somehow despite the amount of
alcohol Louis' had consumed, Louis' entire body had become aware of this
pleasure. His body tried to resist against the boy's hold, while also trying to
earn more from him. "Please.........More." Louis begged, but the boy only
chuckled. Louis' nipple was then between the boy's teeth, gently being pulled
as he came off of it, letting it go with a pop. The boy sat back and seemed to
analyze Louis like he was a map. He released Louis' hands and grazed them
slowly up his arms and his neck and then back down his chest. The boy's gentle
touch and the way he looked at the boy in front of him, reminded Louis of an
archaeologist delicately examining the fossil of a beautiful, rare creature.
Louis squirmed under this gaze, which seemed to semi-snap the boy out of the
trance. The boy went immediately to Louis' hips, sucking bruises there and
slowly unbuttoning Louis' jeans. It seemed to take the boy forever, but Louis
was finally granted a small relief, released from the restriction. His jeans
peeled from his legs and soon after his underwear. His dick sprung back on to
his stomach, red and angry and leaking.
The boy's lips trailed all around Louis' penis, avoiding it purposely. Slowly,
he got down to Louis' inner thighs. Sucking and licking the skin there. The
anticipation grew too much for Louis. He reached down, tangling his fingers in
the boy's soft brown locks. He then gripped the hair in his fist yanking the
boy towards his shaft. The boy yelped so helplessly and Louis expected to hear
that same chuckle he had before, when he was impatient, but it didn't come.
Louis felt bad for a second thinking maybe he had been too rough, until, he
felt the boy's hot wet tongue slide over his tip. Louis seemed to slip into a
trance, muttering a mixture of moans, orders, and curse words, as if in a
fevered delirium.
The boy's tongue circled the tip several times before leaving and licking a
long stripe from bottom to top, extremely slow. He repeated this and then
leaned down lower and took one of Louis' balls into his mouth and began
sucking. Louis' hand, still in the boys' hair, began kneading his scalp as if
rewarding him for doing a good job. Louis was lost in pleasure. All of a sudden
the boy took Louis whole and Louis literally screamed and couldn't stop his
hips from jutting in the boy's mouth. The boy took it perfectly without choking
and began working Louis' cock, bobbing his head while rubbing his balls. The
the other hand crept under his balls and one long finger entered Louis' hole.
Louis felt helpless as his body betrayed him and pleasure washed over his body,
he knew he was close.
The boy continued, his mouth, his fingers, his hands all working. Louis didn't
know what to do with himself, he hadn't felt this much pleasure in a long time
or maybe ever. He still didn't know if it was this boy or his seclusion that
sparked this much intensity. Suddenly, a second finger enters Louis and begins
to scissor and plunge into his insides. Louis knew he wasn't going to be able
to hold and he got what he needed when one of the long fingers hit his prostate
and sent him over the edge like pushing a button. Louis released into the boy's
mouth, who accepted it all no problem. Louis was pretty sure he was screaming,
but felt like he was out of his body watching himself climax.
After slowly coming down from his high, Louis realized he was stark naked and
the amazing male in front of him hadn't even taken off a shoe. Louis looked
down at the boy who wasn't looking at him the way he was before and looked as
though he wanted to be done with this encounter. The boy sat up, wiped the
corner of his mouth and went to leave the bed. Louis shot up and grabbed his
collar pulling him back to the bed. "Woah, okay." the boy said taken by
surprise as he was thrown to the bed and straddle. Louis then attacks earning a
grunt from the large boy.
"Where do you think your going?" Louis whispered in his ear and began to kiss
his neck. He slowly trailed kisses down the boy's body as he unbutton the boy's
shirt and sliding it down and off his body. Louis sat back and marveled at the
boy's slim, toned, tattooed body. He traced his finger down the middle of the
boy's chest and asked him "What's your name?" The boy, then gazed up at him
with those striking, green eyes. They were still analyzing Louis when the
breathed, "Harry." in his slow drawl.
"Harry." Louis whispered in response as he began to unbutton Harry's pants.
Louis felt an uncertainty coming off the boy as he got ready to strip him, so
he leaned down and trailed his tongue around the edge of he underwear and
slowly slid them down.
Louis felt his arousal return as his eyes were revealed to this beautiful,
creamy white body, laced with black ink. Harry's cock laid across his hip,
Louis couldn't figure out if it was semi of completely hard, so he went
straight to work. His mouth covered Harry's tip and began sucking gently. This
seemed to take Harry by surprise, as his body began to squirm away. Louis put a
settling hand on the boys hip gently holding him there. Louis bobbed down on
Harry's penis feeling it grow impossibly large in his mouth. Harry moaned
softly like a kitten as Louis let his cock hit the back of his throat. Louis,
then came off of it with a pop and licked his lips humming. His cock had become
hard again, but he dared not touch it. Instead he leaned down and began to suck
on Harry's balls, while pumping his cock simultaneously, letting his thumb
graze the tip every time. His other hand, Louis reached between his own legs
and slid them into himself. His two fingers though, didn't compare, he slid in
a third and began spreading them and pumping into himself. He returned his
mouth to the boy's penis and began bobbing to the same rhythm as his fingers.
He looked through his lashes at the boy who seemed to be experiencing pleasure
he'd never experienced before. His eyes were closed and his lips parted, he
seemed to move in slow motion, to Louis, as a moan escaped his lips. Harry's
cock hit the back of Louis' throat once more and the boy's eyes shot open and
his back arched of the bed, and Louis knew he needed more. Louis came off with
another pop and he heard the boy whimper. He softly shushed the boy as he
pushed the long brown hair from Harry's eyes. He crawled up once again
straddling Harry's waist and opened himself up. He locked eyes with the boy as
he slid down on to Harry's huge cock. He sank down until his ass connected with
Harry's hips.
Louis started slowly rotating his hips all of Harry filling him up. His cock
was standing at attention, once again angry and Louis began to pick up the
speed, soon bouncing on Harry's cock. He had found his prostate and began
slamming into it, until he was so close it hurt. Louis' legs began to grow
tired. Harry seemed to notice and immediately flipped them over. Harry rammed
into him three more times and sent Louis to his climax for a second time that
night. Harry rode Louis out of his second high, then slowly slid out. Louis
noticed for a second time, the boy made a move to get up without having an
orgasm.
Harry
He made it off the bed this time and began to look for his underwear. He found
them on the other side of the room, when he noticed Louis staring at him in
confusion. He stopped then. "What's wrong? Was it good?" he asked, he didn't
want him to be upset. For some reason, he seemed different and Harry honestly
wanted to make him feel good. He loved the way the small boy looked when he
came undone. He even looked beautiful now, staring at Harry with those sky blue
eyes, lips set in a slight frown and brows furrowed in confusion.
He nodded at Harry slowly, "Yeah, it was great." he said, but his confusion
remained. "It might have been the best.....but you didn't -" he made a gesture
with his hands.
Harry now returned his confusion, was he worried about Harry's own pleasure.
"Orgasm? No, its alright. I never do."
The boy's face then morphs more into astonishment than confusion. He stood up
and approached Harry, "You've never has an orgasm?" Harry suddenly felt the
need to back away. They both still stood completely naked and Harry felt that
the smaller boy was in control. He shook his head no as his back side hit the
wall behind him. The boy looked up at him with his steel blue eyes while
closing in the space between them, "Would you like to?" he asked. Harry
immediately felt there was something wrong about it. All his life he had been
taught to give not receive. This small beautiful boy had caught him off guard.
He had crept up so close that if Harry took a deep breath their chests would
touch. The boy's eyes were piercing Harry and he felt he was under scrutiny.
"You don't ........ If you don't ......... its okay?" Harry tried to say. "I
want to," Louis said and pressed his lips to Harry's. "If you want me." he
added and returned his lips for a passionate kiss. Harry experienced something
that he had never experienced before. Somehow something as small as this boy
and those lips and something as simple as a kiss had sent a spark throughout
Harry's entire body. Louis' lips were softer than anything Harry had ever felt
and he was helpless to them. Louis' hands found themselves tangled in Harry's
hair and Harry let himself be pulled into the kiss. As Louis' lips worked over
him, Harry's hands involuntarily went to Louis' hips pulling him closer. He
found himself wanting every part of this boy as their dicks touched and Louis
gasped into his mouth. He pulled away then giving Harry a look " This is all
about you." he said taking Harry's hand and pulling him back towards the bed.
Harry began to protest, but let it fall from his lips and mind, no one had ever
paid attention to what he wanted in sex (or in life) and he wanted to see where
this went. Louis stepped up on the bed without turning around and pulled Harry
up after him and ordered him to lay down, so he stood above Harry. He then
straddle Harry, reconnecting their lips. Once again Harry was lost in the boy
on top of him. Harry let Louis take control of the kiss and tried to bring his
hand back to Louis' hips, but was stopped by Louis. Louis, then, grabbed them
and pinned them on either side of Harry's head. He pulled out of the kiss then,
" Harry. Patience. Harry." he mocked
Louis leaned back and began analyzing Harry again, this time slower. As he
looked, his hands wondered. His small hands slowly and softly slid down his
arms, so gently he was barely touching him, but gave Harry an explosion of
sensation. Louis' hands got to Harry's neck and grazed slowly down to his chest
where he stopped and began to trace Harry's tattoos. "Love birds? Huh?" Louis
asks looking as if they confused or saddened him. Or maybe both.
Harry's body had betrayed him in a number of ways already and he couldn't find
his words. He just nodded as he watched the boy possess his body as if hid
fingers were magic. Louis Fingers then trickled down his waist skimming
multiple other tattoos. He got to the end of Harry's happy trail and trails one
finger from hip to hip as he leans down once again and takes Harry's lips.
Harry's body experiences another rare commodity as Louis' tongue explores his
mouth. Louis' hands slide down past Harry's hips and to his thighs. His hands
then clutched the back of his thighs so sudden and bit his bottom lip
simultaneously. Harry's entire body rut into Louis' and a moan so passionate
escaped his lips. Louis held Harry strong, nails also biting the skin of his
thighs. Louis' mouth leaves Harry's and begins to trail down his chest. His
soft lips only grazed Harry's skin, leaving Harry with a need so strong it
almost pained him. His cock, now so swollen, red and angry, it laid stiff and
sticky across his stomach. Louis was so close to Harry's cock that Harry
squirmed with anticipation. He began to tease Harry, kissing around his cock,
but never touching, hand still clutching his thighs. Harry wasn't sure what to
do with his hands, and was afraid to touch Louis. His eyes were squeezed shut
and jaw locked, his body felt like it might explode at any minute. Louis, then,
bit down on Harry's inner hip, igniting a fire throughout Harry's body so
fierce Harry thought he would come right then. His body seized and took over
his mind. He involuntarily clutched Louis' hair making Louis yelp and Harry
immediately let go. Looking down into Louis eyes apologetically, he whispered
"I'm sorry." so soft he didn't know if Louis heard.
Louis only chuckled as he crept up the length of his cock, lips only grazing
the skin. The boys seemed to exhale at the same time. Louis' bathing Harry's
cock and Harry's turning into a soft purr of pleasure. Louis' lips traveled up
the length of Harry's cock and pressed a gentle kiss on the tip. Harry, then,
gave Louis a look so pained Louis had to laugh. He, then licked the tip nice
and slow and a soft moan left Harry's lips as he dropped back down to the bed.
Louis, finally took the top of Harry's cock, sucking it lightly. Harry gently
slid his fingers back into Louis' hair, brushing it out of his eyes. Those
ocean blue eyes looked up at him, then, as Louis' tongue began to swirl around
his tip and Harry felt as if he were swimming in pleasure. He felt like his
body was on overload, he had never been to this level of ecstasy and didn't
know how much longer he had.
Louis slowly began to take Harry in, until his lips touched Harry's stomach and
his tip hit the back of Louis' throat. Louis held it, breathing through his
nose and doing something with his tongue that Harry couldn't explain. A fierce
wave of pleasure went through Harry and the hand in Louis' hair began to grip
again as his other hand gripped the sheets behind his head again. Harry cried
out and his hips involuntarily thrust up into Louis' throat. Louis only
sputtered a little and then regained his composure. He let go of Harry's thighs
and softly slid up to Harry's hips holding him in place. He began bobbing up
and down Harry's length creating a rhythm. Harry sand to the rhythm with his
moans. Louis started off slow, but picked up speed as he got into it and
Harry's moans began to turn him on. One of his hands left Harry's hip and began
to stroke his own cock with the rhythm of his mouth. Breathing became a
struggle as Harry came closer and closer to his release. He urged himself not
to thrust his hips, but his body acquired a mind of its own. Harry was
completely overwhelmed and then he hit the back of Louis' throat and Louis
moaned against him.
The vibrations from Louis' throat spread throughout Harry's body like a
frequency and sent him over the edge. Every muscle in Harry's body strained and
his back arched off the bed. His toes curled and chills spread out over his
body and he felt like he was having a fevered high. A powerful, strangle cry of
pleasure escaped his throat and his hands clutched the sheets and Louis' hair
so hard Louis sputtered again. Harry's stomach clinched in the most wonderful
way as he released into Louis' throat. After recovering from his sputter, Louis
swallowed every bit of Harry's come, until Harry's body completely relaxed.
All of the energy seemed to have exited Harry's body and all he could do is lay
disoriented on the bed. He had felt Louis release his cock from his mouth and
he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He felt his eyes fluttering
closed as he heard Louis shuffling. He felt some energy return just as he felt
the bed dip beside him. He opened his eyed and immediately was taken in by the
beautiful blue eyes. He felt a warm, wet rag on his crotch and abdomen cleaning
him up.
Louis smiled at him, amused. "Was it good?" he asked his amusement sounded in
his voice.
"It was amazing." Harry breathed he looked at every inch of his beautiful face
and felt the urge to touch it, but was afraid.
"Yeah?" Louis answered, small humor in his voice.
"Yeah. How'd learn to do that?" Harry asked genuinely curious. He looked up at
Louis so confused that Louis began to laugh, which confused him even more.
Louis' laugh, though, warmed his heart so much he had to smile too.
"This was really your first orgasm wasn't it?" he asked and stroked his fingers
through Harry's hair and then stopped leaving his hand in the curls, gently
rubbing his scalp. Harry nodded. Then Louis answered softly, " You gave me my
hardest orgasm in.... ever and then you ask how it how it happens. What is
that?" he asked his smile widening. This only makes Harry smile bigger than he
had in years and he giggled.
"You're downright adorable, you know that?" Louis told him and Harry could no
longer keep his hands away, hand stroking Louis' soft, velvet skin on his
cheek.
"You can't call me that." Harry contorted. "I'ma man." he smiled his dimples
prominent.
It was Louis' turn to chuckle and he shook his head and looked away. Louis
looked back at him and Harry could see that the look in his eyes had changed.
"I think I should be going." he said Harry tried to keep his smile going as he
nodded.
"Do you need a cab or anything?" Harry asked politely. Louis shook his head,
though.
"I actually live right down the hall so I'll be fine." he gave a short awkward
laugh and climbed off the bed. Harry stared at the ceiling as he listened to
Louis shuffle around. Then all of a sudden he was back at Harry's side. Harry
looked up at him and again got lost in his eyes. Louis leaned down over Harry
and whispered in his ear, "Sweet dreams, Love." and kissed him on the cheek
lightly and turned and left. Harry continued staring at the ceiling until he
heard the door shut. Then he curled in on himself and squeezed his eyes shut.
All he kept seeing were those blue eyes that almost made him forget what he
was.
* * *
Harry woke to the light coming through the window. He groaned and turned over,
tucking the blankets closer around his body. He tried to go back to sleep, but
was interrupted by loud sounds of his roommate moving around the other room. He
shoved his face further into his pillows trying to drown out the noise, but the
noise only seemed to get louder. He finally turned over and stared at the
ceiling, and tried mentally will Zayn to stop. After a while of banging around
and eventually the loud music, Harry threw his upper body forward, sat up and
looked around.
Everything about the night before came rushing back to him and he couldn't help
the smile that spread across his face. Louis. This gave him the urge to get up.
He crawled out of bed and found some pajama pants and a t-shirt and threw them
on. He, then, went out to face his raging best friend.
Zayn seemed to be on a cleaning frenzy, lifting their couches and coffee table,
throwing things and kicking things, but nothing seemed to be progressing. He
was playing loud music that Harry was too tired to decipher. On seeing Harry,
Zayn seemed to be satisfied with his rearranged mess. He gave Harry a smile
dripping with sarcasm and said "Morning sunshine."
Harry decided to be just as cheeky. He walked around and plopped down on the
couch and whined, "Feed me!" long and drawn out with an exaggerated pout. Zayn
was clearly too irritated to be entertained by Harry's theatrics. He didn't see
how Harry could be so oblivious to what he had put him through the night
before. Zayn had saw Harry's eyes catch the small boy and saw the interest he
had in him. He had watched the smaller boy's drunken proposal and Harry's
slightly less drunken acceptance. He knew Harry could hold his own liquor and
so didn't let himself worry too much. He, then, went about his own business of
finding himself someone to take home or at least have a nice make-out session
with. Next thing he knew he was watching those dark curls escape through the
exit.
After trying his phone various times he gave up and downed a series of drinks
in despair. All he wanted was to protect the young boy after everything he'd
been through, while Harry seemed to only want to forget his past. Zayn was
relieved when he found Harry in his bed on returning home, alone. Still Zayn
couldn't keep his anger away, not knowing what happened to Harry scared the
living shit out of him.
He looked down at his friend's innocent, playful face, that only angered him
more. To think of what the little, feather haired boy could have done to Harry
set off a fuse in him. "What happened to you last night, Harry?"
Harry finally looked at Zayn for the first time that morning. He had dark
circles around his eyes and his hair wasn't styled yet. Harry could tell he had
a hangover and that he was irritated as hell. This, even, could not blow
Harry's happiness for that day. He couldn't help the smirk that trespassed in
to his lips, when thinking of what to tell Zayn about last night. Louis' face
immediately popped into his head as he answered, "Oh nothing really just came
back here and messed around for a little bit with Louis."
He could tell Zayn wasn't satisfied yet and was proved right when he heard Zayn
scoff and say " That's his name is it? What'd all you have to do for him, Aye?
Suck his dick?" Zayn said it in an almost disgusted way.
Harry was a little taken back by that, hearing the anger in his best friends
voice, but his smile returned immediately. He giggled and licked his lips,
"Maybe." he said playfully taunting Zayn. Then lifted his foot up and started
sliding it under Zayn's shirt, "Why Z? You jealous?" he asked in a sensual
tone.
Zayn has has enough, he slapped Harry's foot away and with no second in between
struck Harry across the face, hard. There was a tense silence as he watched
Harry begin to go into himself, shocked. After years of abuse, Zayn realized
that Harry's father had inflicted so much damage, physical and psychological,
that sometimes the only thing Harry responded to was violence.
"Don't you know what you put me through last night. Fuck! Harry you just ran
off I didn't know what happened to you. You just ran off with a complete
stranger he could've been anybody and hurt you. After all you've been through
you'd think that you'd know, you can't trust everybody. And drinking like your
trying to forget everything -"
"Is that so bad, Z?" he said in a small voice with a glance at Zayn. He could
hear that he was holding back tears. He sighed and reached out towards Harry
not stopping even when he saw the boy flinch, and ran his fingers in those
chocolate curls.
"No its not Harry, I just...." He grunted looking for the words. In the end he
couldn't fine anything original and went with, " I just don't want you to get
hurt. I want you safe."
Harry want to say that he was already hurt, that'd he'd never be safe, but he
knew that's not what Zayn wanted to hear. "I can take care of myself, Z." Harry
said finally looking up at Zayn. "I promise"
Zayn stroked Harry's face nodding, "Okay, Harry." Harry knew that was the end
of it, but Zayn wasn't convinced he knew it.
"He was actually a really nice guy Zayn." Harry tried again, but it still
didn't seem to help only make it worse. Zayn's face turned suspicious and he
retracted his hand from Harry's face.
"Harry what's up I've never heard you talk about anybody like this?"
The smirk returned to Harry's face and looked away from his friend. "Nothing
just usual, ya know. Just some good sex or whatever." he said simply, but
couldn't keep the smile from his face as he remembered the night before.
"Harry what the fuck are you talking about sex it never good for you.
You........Harry? What the hell Harry........did you........did you have an
orgasm?" Zayn's face showed utter disbelief and a little of amusement.
Harry nodded with that smirk still on his face. "Why didn't you tell me that
before?" Zayn yelled at him.
"You were mad at me." Harry said softly. Harry knew Zayn was happy for him. He
knew that Zayn had started to worry, because he knew Harry was having a lot of
sex, but got nothing out of it (but money) and he would start to suspect things
sooner or later.
Zayn then crossed his arms in front of his chest and playfully turned his head,
"Well.... I had a good right to be too."
Harry couldn't help but smile and knew the had made up, " Feed me!" Harry tried
again.
"Oh no." Zayn said. "You don't get off that easy, jsut cause you had your first
climax. If you wanna eat you gotta get it yourself."
Harry saw a small flicker of Zayn's anger come back and felt bad again. He
hated when Zayn was mad at him, he was all he had. His sister, Gemma, had left
him along time ago and he hadn't seen her since. Zayn was the closest thing to
a sibling he had. "Okay, Z how bout I treat us both, yeah?"
Zayn looked at Harry out of the corner of his eye and knew he couldn't turn it
down. He nodded and a giant smile graced Harry's face, he loved those. "But you
gotta shower first you got jiz dried on your face."
* * *
Harry sat in the booth across from Zayn. They were in a little diner that all
students went to after a night out. The place was packed, some kids still in
their clothes from the night before. You could tell which ones were hungover,
Harry suspected he was one. He had showered, Zayn had been right come was
everywhere. He felt better after a nice shower, but he was tired, achy, and a
little spot over his eye wouldn't stop throbbing, and he still hadn't wiped the
smile from his face.
Harry had threw on jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, he had shoved his long hair
into a bun, and threw on a peat coat. The waitress place his and Zayn's
steaming plated in front of them and they both immediately dug in.
"So he made you cum with just a blow job?" Zayn asked, his mouth full. Harry
smile while chewing and nodded. He chuckled a little as Zayn shook his head
exasperated. "Damn, with a mouth like that, can we share him?" Zayn joked.
Harry was laughing as he stuffed another mouthful in, when there was a ding of
the door. Sunshine poured in and with it came the fair faced, beautiful boy
from the night before. His eyes were still a bright blue brought out by the
dark circles around his eyes. His nose was red and his lips were chapped from
the cold. His hair was pushed back into a beanie and his scruff was prominent
around his jawline. To say the least, other might have thought Louis looked
like complete shit, but for all Harry was concerned it was like a model had
walked through the door.
A large boy with brown hair walked in behind him, along with a small blonde.
Louis caught Harry's eye soon as he walked through the door and Harry
shamelessly smiled to maximum capacity. Louis looked almost disturbed by this.
He looked around the small diner to find any other open tables, when he found
none he risked a look at Harry, who waved him over with that same stupid smile
on his face. Louis turned around and consulted with his companions. The larger
one smirked, for he had saw Harry as well and looked amused. He seemed not to
be listening to Louis at all and was more concerned with the boy at the table.
Without taking his eyes off Harry or wiping the smirk ff his face, he
completely ignored Louis by shoving past him and seating himself next to Zayn
at the table.
Liam's shit-eating smile was clearly pissing Louis off, who was stubbornly
glaring at him. Harry giggled at Louis' irritation. Niall looked all kinds of
uncomfortable. Zayn, who was now squished up against the diner window, was
confused over everything and decided to break the silence.
"What the fuck is going on ?" he just about yelled.
Several heads turned to look, but no one at their table took notice. Liam kept
his smirk, Louis kept glaring, and Niall was looking around with a nervous
smile. Harry then took it upon himself to explain. " Zayn, this is Louis, the
guy from last night." he said
Zayn's eyebrows raised as realization came to him. "And I'm guessing the rest
of these fuckers are his little friends." Zayn said motioning towards Liam and
Niall with is fork.
"I'm right here!" Louis said at the same time Liam said "Hi. I'm Liam." and put
out a hand for Zayn to shake.
"Okay!" Louis threw his hands up. "This is not a meet and greet. This was
supposed to be a one night stand. We're not friends or friends with my friends
okay?" Louis almost yelled and left the diner.
Louis knew the long haired boy would follow him, he was almost counting on it.
Last night had flipped a switch in him and he felt has old self beginning to
come back. So when he heard "Louis!" from the deep voice from the night before
it excited him. He turned on his heel and looked at the fully in the light.
He had pulled his luxurious hair into a messy bun, showing off his face. Louis
had truly seen nothing as perfect. It was sort of a baby face, but still
strong. His eyes were a spring, mint green that were unusually beautiful and
brought by his chocolate brown hair. He had perfectly plump lips that always
seemed to move as if he were tasting something delicious.
He had on a tan peat coat with a dark blue shirt on and dark skinny jeans with
brown boots on. You could see his chest through his shirt, and Louis could tell
he was fit. His strong thighs were brought out by his tight jeans and Louis
wished he had paid more attention the night before.
Finally at the end of his scope Louis realized Harry had been speaking to him
the whole time. Harry's slow drawl was going through how he was sorry and
didn't mean to upset him and blah, blah, blah. Louis found he couldn't care
less and would rather hear that voice moan again. "Aye!" he interrupted. Harry
stopped and looked at him with those beautiful eyes. " You wanna get outta
here?"
Harry looked at the small boy and a small smirk crept on to his lips
"Sure." he said.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took so long I suck at timeliness. Plus I just finished my
     first year of college and I've been working everyday since, so sorry
     again for being so late but here's an update I hope you like it.
"Lou," Harry laughed.
He and Louis got back to the dorm incredibly fast, Harry was then immediately
pushed to the wall and Louis began kissing up his neck. When Louis had
suggested they go back to his place, Harry figured that's what he meant, but
the closer they got to the dorm the less he felt up to it. Now that they were
getting into it he knew he really didn't feel like it. Louis really didn't seem
the type to force, but you never know these days.
"Hey Lou?" Harry tried again. Louis hummed in response as he continued to suck
a hickey on Harry's neck. Harry put his hands to Louis' chest,
"Maybe......Lou........maybe we could...." Harry's efforts seemed to at least
annoy Louis into less enthusiastic kissing. Harry arched his neck away from the
smaller boy and the boy finally stopped and opened his eyes to glare at Harry,
who gave a cheeky smile in response. This seemed to defuse the fire that was
Louis. Somewhat. Louis stepped back and folded his arms across his chest with a
grunt. He looked at Harry with annoyance and expectation, which confused Harry,
until he motioned for Harry to say something.
"Well," Harry started shifting on his feet. "I was wondering if we could not
........... have sex." He finished and looked up at Louis, a little afraid of
what his eyes would meet. Louis stood there arms still crossed and eyebrows
raised. He began to take slow steps toward Harry with that glared back in his
eyes.
"What the hell else would I bring you here for?" he said without hesitation.
Harry felt a pang in his chest that he'd never felt before and found his shoes
very interesting. Somehow he still didn't want to leave. He avoided Louis' eyes
as they stood in awkward silence. His eyes wondered down the hall to the living
area where Louis' equipment was set up, at the same time Louis began to say,
"Ya know Harry, I'm --."
Harry cut him off though, "Hey you do music?"
Louis couldn't help but laugh as his guilt from his harsh words washed away.
"Yes I do music," he said following Harry who had took off down the hall. Harry
sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table where Louis stuff was set.
Louis joined him setting stuff back in their place as Harry picked them up
examining them. "So do you, like sing or do you, like DJ and stuff?"
Louis was still smiling at how cute Harry was acting as he answered, "A little
bit of both." He picked up his headphones and placed them on Harry's ears, who
looked like a small child at the moment. He was smiling and touched the
headphone delicately as Louis moved them into place and their hands touched
slightly. Louis tried to suppress his smile because he felt like he was
grinning like an idiot, but it felt impossible. He took his laptop and started
playing one of his mixes. A smile spread across Harry's face and he started
bobbing his head to the beat. Harry's bobbing turned into pop-locking and some
other type of dance that Louis couldn't describe. Louis' feeling of
embarrassment from his smile seemed to evaporate at the sight of this. He bust
out laughing so hard it brought tears to his eyes and his stomach hurt. He
rolled backwards and continued laughing until his body couldn't anymore. He
didn't know if Harry's dancing was actually that funny or that it was because
he was a bit sleep deprived and malnourished. He turned his head toward Harry
who's dance moves were slowing, but smile was still at full volume. Harry
unplugged the headphones and the music poured into the room. Harry stood up and
put out a hand toward Louis. 
"Dance with me, " he said and swiveled his hips a little. Louis shook his head
and groaned in response.
"Noooooo," he said. "I don't think I can keep up with whatever that was that
you just did." he said and chuckle a little. 
Harry laughed a little and grabbed Louis' hand defiantly, "C'mon Lou it'll be
fun I'll go easy on you." Louis allowed himself to be dragged across the floor
slightly as Harry struggled to get him up. Finally Harry's foot slipped and he
plopped on his bottom. Louis bursted into another fit of giggles that made
Harry smile which he suppressed enough for a efficient pout. "You danced with
me last night." he retorted. 
Louis looked up at the pouting boy and said "Yeah Harry I was drunk as fuck
too. And I'm tired and famished." 
"Who's fault is that Mr. Storm-out-of-a-perfectly-good-diner boy?" Harry said
and it was Louis' turned to pout
"I'm Hungry." He whined. Harry giggle and crawled to where he was hovering the
smaller boy upside down and then place his face in his tummy and blew his mouth
until a loud horn noise came out. Both boys ascended in to laughter bringing
them both into tears. They finished, breathing hard Harry's head lain on Louis'
stomach looking up into Louis' eyes. They stayed like that for awhile the only
sounds were the music and their breathing, their eyes the only thing they both
saw.
Finally they were interrupted by Louis stomach, who let out a ferocious roar
which made Harry smile. He shushed it and poked it with one finger. Louis
rolled his eyes "I don't think that's how it works Harry." he said "I think you
got to put something in it. Let's go see what we got in the fridge." Louis got
up forcing Harry to get up from his comfortable position. Harry stayed seated
on the floor and watch Louis and his nice bottom walk away.
"Okay we eat and then we dance." He called out to Louis. He could almost feel
Louis roll his eyes. Louis was already in the kitchen rummaging through things
to find something to eat. He finally caved and pulled out the ingredients to
make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"What kind of jelly to you like?" he called out to Harry. He heard him hum
before deciding
"Strawberry." Louis went to work making the sandwiches and was nearly done when
he heard his own voice filling the dorm room. He immediately dropped what he
was doing and stormed out to where Harry was facing his laptop playing the
song.  
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said snatching the laptop and
stopping the song.
Harry sat frozen at the quick change of mood. "Lou," he said and looked up with
wide eyes."You have a beautiful voice." Louis looked in his clear green eyes
and knew he was serious. He still couldn't keep the boy's gaze, it made him
feel uncomfortable for some reason. Most of the songs he made where he sang
himself were those of personal meaning. They were never meant for outside ears
just for Louis to have something of his own for a change. They were for when
life just got way too much and no one listened or understood him better than
the paper he wrote lyrics on and the mic he sang into. He felt all this, but
couldn't find the words to explain, for some reason though, he believed that if
he could find the words Harry would understand. "You weren't supposed to hear
that," was all he could muster though and kept avoiding Harry's eyes. 
Harry watched him silently, seemingly seeing through to Louis, the real Louis.
He could see that Louis wasn't ready though; he could see that they didn't know
each other well enough for that yet. Even though the way they'd been acting for
the past few moments Harry felt like they had known each other forever. He
usually had a hard time getting this comfortable with someone when it wasn't
about sex, but Louis was different. 
Harry smiled. "Well I'm glad I did," he said. "It was a beautiful song and you
have a beautiful voice." Then there was more silence as Louis looked to the
floor.
"How's 'bout those sandwiches then." Louis said and moved to turn back to the
kitchen, but Harry sprang up and grabbed his arm. He spun him back around and
gave him the wild look again. 
"Now we dance!" he said trying to move the motionless boy. 
"Nooooo," Louis whined some more. "Foooood." he reached out his arm towards the
kitchen dramatically, when whining seemed not to work he dropped to the floor
and tried louder. 
This made Harry laugh a little. "Looooouuuu!"
"Harrrrrrrryyy." Louis whined back. Harry had let go of Louis and was giving
him a sample of his sexy dance having already seen the other kind. "Oh look,
see Harry you're doing so much better without me. You dance I'll just watch
from here. " He laid on his back and crossed his fingers behind his head with a
cheeky smile on his face. 
Harry stopped dancing and put his hands on his hips. "That's not the same Lou,
it's no fun that way." and pouted. 
"Yeah it is for me. You look so good babe." Louis reached out of his feet
towards Harry who moved out the way. 
"Fuck you Lou." he said with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed across
his chest. 
"That already happened Harry." Louis said sarcastically. 
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Suck a dick, Lou." completely joking or at
least half joking. 
"Okay," Louis said. Harry didn't even have time to react before Louis was on
his knees in front of him unzipping his pants. 
"Lou........wait......I..." Harry tried, but Louis had already got a hold of
his penis and was pulling it out of his pants. Harry's eyes rolled back and a
whimper escaped him as he felt the hot breath surround his penis. His wet
tongue slid the down the bottom as he kept taking him in until he hit the back
of his throat. Harry couldn't hold his moan anymore as Louis began to suck.
Harry could feel every cell and every pore wanting more of this boy who had
attached himself to him. The hot breath, the wet tongue, the vibration of his
throat as he moaned, all were driving Harry crazy. He looked down just as Louis
looked up through his lashes. The sensual blue eyes were piercing through him
and he could feel his shaft growing impossibly larger. 
Harry began to reach for Louis' hair wanting to feel his soft caramel locks.
His fingers soon reached their destination and Harry knew he was reaching
complete bliss. 
Harry moaned just as he felt a buzz in his hip. Harry grunted in frustration
and felt Louis the same thing as he dug his phone out of his pocket with his
free hand. With one look at the id Harry's heart dropped. Dread filled every
part of his being so intense he thought he might throw up. Louis' voice broke
him out of his trance, but not his state of dread, "What's up?" Louis said with
Harry's dick still in his mouth. This at least broke a smile through Harry's
state, but only for a moment. Louis pulled the limp cock out of his mouth and
looked at Harry with confusion that turned into concern. Harry wondered if he
looked as bad as he felt at the moment. "What's happened?" he said his hand
still full of Harry's member, pumping it slowly. 
Harry looked at the boy kneeling before him and he felt another pang from the
rock settled uncomfortably in his stomach. He looked at the boy's light brown
hair that his hand still occupied. Harry let his hand slowly fall out of the
boy's hair aching at how soft it was. Louis' lips sat in a pout, they were pink
and swollen from his previous activities. None of those thing were as unnerving
as the boy's eyes though. They bore into Harry looking as if they were
searching for every secret that was embedded in his soul. They were ice blue
and were taking Harry apart as they breathed. I can't have this boy. Harry
thought. I can NEVER have him. 
Harry took a step back and tore his eyes away from Louis'. "I have to go." he
said his voice quiet, but he knew Louis heard. He avoided Louis' confused face
as he tucked himself back into his pants. He turned to leave, shoving his phone
back into his pocket. As he reached the door, Louis seemed to break out of his
shock. "HARRY?" he called. Harry didn't stop though, he couldn't stop. He just
stormed out filling his head with the same words,You need the money, over and
over, louder and louder, Mom needs the money. 
 
                                 *     *     *
 
Harry sped over to the English building on campus, the cold outside helping him
come to his senses. Helping him push Louis' beautifully confused face out of
his mind. He felt the snow crunch under his feet and the breeze hit his already
red nose. There was a lump in his throat and though he knew in the back of his
mind what it was, he kept pushing it back down. This isn't what he wanted, he
wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of the only boy to rise him to his
climax. He wanted to let him suck his cock and let him take over his entire
body and afterwards let the boy hold him. But he couldn't. 
When Harry's most frequent client had messaged him, he was immediately
repulsed. He imagined the flabby, pasty body and found it impossible to keep
his erection. Mrs. Mary Taylor was an English Literature teacher at the
University and was very good at her job. She was married with three children
all with their own lives now. Everything about Mrs. Taylor's physical stature
was average. Average weight and height of a woman who a had had and raised
three kids and was now on the higher side of middle aged. She had red hair that
was working its way to gray and her carpet matched her drapes. Mrs. Taylor had
come to learn of Harry's expertise from one of his other clients which also
happens to be his first client. She was actually his second client who turned
out to be a huge success and now had him on call and referred him to many of
her friends and family. 
Harry reached the English building and too a deep breath before opening the
door. He stopped after entering and began desperately searching his pockets. He
found the little blue pills he was looking for and immediately took two. He
learned, after many times with Mrs. Taylor that it took at least two to keep it
up during the entire interaction. He knew where her office was and knew shed be
ready for him. Opening the door to the office and seeing his ginger client, he
could feel his stomach begin to churn, but he could feel the pills beginning to
work. He thought of the money he would have as the older women said his name
seductively. 
She began to undress herself, getting straight to business. First her blouse,
then her pencil skirt, leaving her only to her supportive bra and granny
panties. Then she took those off too, exposing the flabby body that Harry had
been dreading while calling Harry her pet name for him. She loved the theatrics
of being with a "school boy" even though Harry never wore a uniform of any
sort. After having Harry just once, she said she couldn't stand to have sex
with her husband anymore(not that they were having sex in the first place). The
way Harry saw it was they were both were in denial, but didn't get a divorce
because they were too old. She began stripping him of his own clothing until he
stood only his underwear. He could see his own bulging penis ready to break out
of them. The old women got on her knees and slid Harry's last garment off his
body, his artificial boner sprang out standing at attention. The ginger woman
grabbed hold of it immediately and began sucking. Harry couldn't help, but
compare her skills to Louis'. She was a complete opposite of him. Loud, wet,
sloppy and disgusting. Harry was grateful when he could feel the drugs
completely kicking in. He focused on the aspects of his high rather than the
mess going on around his cock. He could feel the contemporary music playing
lightly in the background. He listened to it instead of the loud slurps from
down below. He listened to the highs and lows. The piano and the wind
instruments. The cellos  and violins. It was exceedingly more sensational that
the tongue circling the tip of his dick at the moment. After awhile, (Harry was
never quite sure of the time when he was under the influence) the lady stood up
and immediately began shoving her tongue down Harry's throat. Harry tried to
keep up, but she had complete control over the situation. Luckily it didn't
last long, unluckily, she immediately got on the carpeted floor and spread her
legs smiling greedily. Harry knew what she wanted and what he had to do, but it
didn't make him anymore prepared for it. It was the worse part of this. He held
back a grimace, got on his knees and began repeating his money mantra in his
head. His lips reached their destination and he went to work. That's what this
was work, like a job he told himself no one really likes their jobs, but they
have to do them if they want to survive, if they was their loved ones to
survive. His tongue worked rhythms as he sucked and fingered and did his job.
Her fingers found their way into his hair, scratching and pulling as she
moaned. He voice when she moaned was that of an opera singer that wouldn't even
make sympathetic change on a street corner. Harry hated it as he hated
everything about this. He licked her clit one more time sending her over the
edge. She clutched his hair painfully tight and shoved his face deeper into
her. Harry struggled to breathe through her climax, but eventually gained
access. She released him as she came down, but Harry knew his shift was far
from over. She handed him a condom and laid back ready for her next orgasms.
She had no less than five each time. Harry entered her and almost shook with
pure disgust, but held it back and began pounding into her. He counted each
thrust as he always did to keep his mind off her roaming hands and
uncomfortable dick. He didn't get breaks, instead during and after each climax
the words "keep going" or "harder" "deeper" every time. Harry lost count
somewhere along the line, but after her fifth orgasm, not counting the one
before, she finally tired out. 
The aftermath was always pretty quick. They dress, she thanked him and loaded
his hand full of bills and they went their separate ways until next time. Harry
was thankful of the cool breeze that hit him once again as he stepped out of
the building. He took a long, deep breath and began his trek back to the dorm
praying he didn't run into anyone. He dug in his pocket and got his phone. He
had a message from Zayn, he was going to one of his girlfriends houses and
wouldn't be back that night. Another form a client scheduled 4 p.m. the next
day and to his surprise a missed call from Louis. His first reaction was to
immediately call back, warmed by the thought of the small beautiful boy taking
interest in him. Then he thought of the way he stormed out of Louis' dorm room
earlier that day. He knew he'd have to explain himself, but not now. Now what
he really needed was a shower and a spliff. 
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