[Fill] Go Fuck Yourself (9/?) (past!Harry/present!Harry) WARNINGS FOR NONCON, SELFCEST, AND UNDERAGE
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December 3 2012, 06:44:13 UTC
Harry's chest feels tight in a way he can't entirely attribute to his bedmate. There was no way he pulled Louis. Sure, there'd been some interested looks since the X Factor days, and he knows Louis is bi, but Louis is a top, through and through, and Harry gave up on that shag a while ago.
Harry realizes with horror that his arse is sore and he definitely bottomed last night. God, Louis fucked him in the bum and he doesn't even remember it.
“You're insatiable,” Louis is chiding him now, pulling him from his miserable thoughts. “Can't we cuddle without you spreading your legs just once?” Harry's heart feels like it's being choked at the casualness in Louis' tone. He rolls the older boy off his chest and jerks away from him.
“Why did you say it like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like I'm always spreading my legs for you.”
“Oh, love. But you are. You're kind of a minx,” Louis says. He sits up on the side of the bed and stretches his muscles, his back to Harry.
“Wha-but I'm not!” he sputters.
“I'm not complaining, really. We just don't have time to go again this morning,” he's standing up and heading into the bathroom and Harry hears the shower turn on before Louis peeks his head out and gives him a dirty look. “Are you joining me, then? You know I could never say no to a quick blowjob in the shower.”
Harry's barely in control of his body as he gets up and joins Louis in the bathroom. He hasn't had another man's cock in his arse since that first time with... with. With who? He tries to remember his first time and the name Danny seems significant, but the only Danny he can remember is that gay bloke that transferred to his school for like a week when he was sixteen. But that Danny was kicked out for sexually assaulting another student before he really got to know him, so he can't be who Harry's thinking of.
His mind suddenly clears to the memory of losing his virginity back when he was fifteen. The boy had been older-devastatingly gorgeous even if Harry can't remember his face now-and patient, opening him up slowly and looking him in the eyes as he thrust deeply into him. He remembers feeling loved at the time (Harry knows now that it was probably just lust) and vowing to never let himself go without sex ever again.
He'd made quick work of the boys in his school after that. He must have had excellent gaydar back then because none of them were openly gay but they were all eager to shag him when he offered. And he's fucked a lot of guys since then, too. More recently, Louis. It just hasn't ever felt as good as it did that first time.
He's pulled out of his thoughts by a warm hand on his cock and he smiles down at his boyfriend. There's a moment when the word boyfriend doesn't feel quite right, but it's smothered when Louis stands on tiptoes and kisses him sweetly.
“Come on, love. We have to leave for soundcheck soon. Comerica Theatre waits for no bloke. Not even incredibly fit blokes. I asked.”
Harry's focus shifts and he looks at Louis with a furrowed brow. “But we just played that show.”
Louis gives him an fond look and kisses his forehead. “Oh, Haz. I think all the touring has you confused. We just checked in three hours ago.”
“W-what?” his mind goes blank for a moment before it's filled with the memory that, yes, they did just check in a few hours ago.
And they'd shagged immediately, both thrumming with arousal at being alone in a bed for the first time in three days. They'd made a sort of game out of blowing each other in the loo of every venue they played, and it was fun, but nothing beats the relief of having Louis buried deep in his arse.
Harry's looking forward to a much more leisurely shag later.
Harry realizes with horror that his arse is sore and he definitely bottomed last night. God, Louis fucked him in the bum and he doesn't even remember it.
“You're insatiable,” Louis is chiding him now, pulling him from his miserable thoughts. “Can't we cuddle without you spreading your legs just once?” Harry's heart feels like it's being choked at the casualness in Louis' tone. He rolls the older boy off his chest and jerks away from him.
“Why did you say it like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like I'm always spreading my legs for you.”
“Oh, love. But you are. You're kind of a minx,” Louis says. He sits up on the side of the bed and stretches his muscles, his back to Harry.
“Wha-but I'm not!” he sputters.
“I'm not complaining, really. We just don't have time to go again this morning,” he's standing up and heading into the bathroom and Harry hears the shower turn on before Louis peeks his head out and gives him a dirty look. “Are you joining me, then? You know I could never say no to a quick blowjob in the shower.”
Harry's barely in control of his body as he gets up and joins Louis in the bathroom. He hasn't had another man's cock in his arse since that first time with... with. With who? He tries to remember his first time and the name Danny seems significant, but the only Danny he can remember is that gay bloke that transferred to his school for like a week when he was sixteen. But that Danny was kicked out for sexually assaulting another student before he really got to know him, so he can't be who Harry's thinking of.
His mind suddenly clears to the memory of losing his virginity back when he was fifteen. The boy had been older-devastatingly gorgeous even if Harry can't remember his face now-and patient, opening him up slowly and looking him in the eyes as he thrust deeply into him. He remembers feeling loved at the time (Harry knows now that it was probably just lust) and vowing to never let himself go without sex ever again.
He'd made quick work of the boys in his school after that. He must have had excellent gaydar back then because none of them were openly gay but they were all eager to shag him when he offered. And he's fucked a lot of guys since then, too. More recently, Louis. It just hasn't ever felt as good as it did that first time.
He's pulled out of his thoughts by a warm hand on his cock and he smiles down at his boyfriend. There's a moment when the word boyfriend doesn't feel quite right, but it's smothered when Louis stands on tiptoes and kisses him sweetly.
“Come on, love. We have to leave for soundcheck soon. Comerica Theatre waits for no bloke. Not even incredibly fit blokes. I asked.”
Harry's focus shifts and he looks at Louis with a furrowed brow. “But we just played that show.”
Louis gives him an fond look and kisses his forehead. “Oh, Haz. I think all the touring has you confused. We just checked in three hours ago.”
“W-what?” his mind goes blank for a moment before it's filled with the memory that, yes, they did just check in a few hours ago.
And they'd shagged immediately, both thrumming with arousal at being alone in a bed for the first time in three days. They'd made a sort of game out of blowing each other in the loo of every venue they played, and it was fun, but nothing beats the relief of having Louis buried deep in his arse.
Harry's looking forward to a much more leisurely shag later.
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