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“Wanker,” Harry swore staring down at the text message on his phone. “Wanker, wanker, wanker,” he repeated. Not yet ready to respond, the boy with the green eyes scrolled through his contacts and called Niall. “Louis’ a fucking wanker,” he claimed before his friend could even finish his ‘hello’.
“Why, what happened?” Niall sounded understandably confused.
“He broke up with her,” Harry sighed not bothering to say the girl’s name. The syllables were always far too painful on his tongue.
“Again?” Niall was definitely rolling his eyes. “What are they fighting about this time?”
“No idea,” Harry replied. “But Louis’ just text me asking if we can all hang out at mine so that I can cheer him up.”
“And that’s bad?” Niall still sounded confused.
“Yes,” Harry practically hissed. “It’s completely insensitive. He breaks up with her for like the hundredth time this month and he expects me to be the one to cheer him up. Selfish prick. He knows how I feel about him. He knows I won’t say ‘no’ to him. This is all so shit, it’s not fair. They’ll end up getting back together in a couple of days anyway.”
“We don’t know that,” Niall reasoned. “It could be over for good this time. And I’m sure Louis isn’t deliberately trying to be an insensitive arsehole. You should take it as a compliment that you’re the one person who can always cheer him up. And does he really know how you feel? It’s not like you’ve ever actually told him.”
“Oh, he knows,” Harry insisted. “I know that he knows. And he knows that I know that he knows. You know?”
“Um… sure,” Niall decided to simply agree. “So, what time should me and the lads come round to yours then?”
XXX
Less than an hour later, a few close friends were gathered in Harry’s small flat, drinks flowing as Harry moved over to his CD player, putting in a CD he knew Louis would enjoy.
“Yes, mate, fucking tune,” Louis approved.
They drank, they laughed, they smoked, they talked shit about Louis’ ex as well as singing at the top of their lungs and reminiscing about their school days.
“It’s definitely over for good this time,” Louis told them all firmly. He truly sounded like he meant it. But then, he had sounded equally sure on all the other occasions he claimed the relationship to be truly over. “I’m done with her. It isn’t happening, never again.”
“If you say so, mate,” Zayn commented dryly.
“Why’d you break up?” Liam asked curiously.
“She’s just too much you know?” Louis sighed as he opened a fresh can of beer. “Too clingy, too needy, gets jealous too easily. I don’t need that. This time it’s definitely over for good. So… cheers to being single, hey lads?”
“Cheers,” Niall, Zayn and Liam laughed. Harry smiled weakly as he gulped down some more of his vodka and coke.
“Hey, Lou, how many people have you actually slept with?” Zayn asked and Liam and Niall both perked up, eager for the answer. Harry however was sure he didn’t care to hear a response.
“Hang on, what are we classing as ‘slept with’?” Louis asked.
“Your dick in a girl,” Zayn answered and Harry downed the rest of his vodka and coke before discreetly slipping away to the bathroom. “Or up her ass,” Zayn cackled and Harry winced as he sat alone in the cold bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light and still able to hear the loud words of his drunken friends from the next room. “Your dick in a guy’s ass or their dick up your backside. So come on, how many?”
“A few,” Louis laughed.
“Name ‘em,” Liam challenged and Harry cringed. He absolutely did not want to hear Louis’ list.
“Ok, ok, let me think,” Louis replied. “Eleanor, obviously,” he began with his ex-girlfriend’s name, the sound reminding Harry of nails on a chalkboard. “Naomi, Dean, Aiden, Harry, Jessica, Dylan and Kate.”
The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stood on end. Surely he must have misheard. Louis couldn’t have possibly said his name.
“Dude, did you just say ‘Harry’?” Zayn asked with a laugh and Harry felt his stomach drop unpleasantly.
“What? No,” Louis responded.
“I think you did, mate,” Liam said seriously.
“Don’t be silly,” Louis scoffed. “I’ll start again,” he decided and Harry inwardly groaned as he sat on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, praying the nightmare would end soon. “So, Eleanor… Naomi, Dean… Aiden, Hannah, Jessica… Harry, Dylan and Kate.”
“You definitely just said ‘Harry’ again,” Niall pointed out.
“Piss off,” Louis laughed. “Eleanor,” he listed and Harry trapped his lower lip between his teeth as felt tears pool in his eyes. “Naomi, Harry… oh shit, I don’t mean Harry,” he laughed. “I’ll start again…”
Harry clamped his hands over his ears, rocking himself back and forth gently, hoping to block the sound of Louis’ raspy tones that still sounded crystal clear even over the music that was still playing. Unfortunately, he could still hear Louis struggling to successfully make his way through the list of people he had slept with, accidentally including Harry’s name each time.
“Harry, Naomi, Dean, Aiden, Hannah, Harry, Jessica, Dylan and Kate,” Louis recited. “There, done.”
“You said Harry’s name twice,” Zayn spluttered into laughter.
“And you forgot to say Eleanor,” Liam realised.
“That’s not true,” Louis argued.
“It is mate, I recorded it,” Niall claimed playing it back for him.
“Shit,” Louis swore. “Well you fuckers knew what I meant. Hey, where is Harry?”
“Oh, um, he went to the bathroom I think,” Liam answered.
“Oi, Hazza, you alright lad?” Louis asked and more tears spilled down Harry’s cheeks as he heard his friend’s footsteps getting louder. “Harry?” he knocked on the bathroom door.
Sniffling, Harry shifted onto his knees and unlocked the door, casting his face down to the tile as he pulled it open so Louis could step inside.
“What you doing sitting in the dark, love?” Louis asked flicking the light on as he closed the door behind him. “Mate, what’s wrong?” he crouched by Harry’s side, reaching a hand out to gently brush some tears away. “Why you crying?”
“You kept saying my name,” Harry told him, his tone almost accusatory.
“Um, yeah,” the blue-eyed man scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry about that. But forget it, yeah, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Fuck you,” Harry said weakly. “Just piss of will you. Take the others with you. They can cheer you up tonight. I wanna be alone,” he avoided looking at his friend as he stood up and left the bathroom, heading to his bedroom and hiding away from the others under the safety of his quilt. Face buried in the pillows, he heard the music be turned off, the sound of cans and bottles being cleared away, questions about what was wrong with Harry and Louis’ voice acknowledging that he had ‘fucked up’. Then his front door opened and shut and Harry let out a full on sob, feeling utterly upset, angry and humiliated about his name being included in Louis’ derogatory list. Then he felt the mattress dip and a hand rest on his back above the blankets. “Fuck off, Louis,” Harry groaned knowing it could only be the object of his affections.
“I’m sorry, love,” Louis said gently as he pulled the covers back. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
“But somehow you always do,” Harry croaked out resentfully. “Why are you still here?”
“I can’t leave you when you’re upset like this,” Louis replied. “You’re my best mate.”
“Lucky me,” Harry remarked sarcastically.
“I guess I deserved that, hey, Curly,” Louis laughed and Harry worked hard to continue scowling at him but it was hard to stay mad when Louis smiled at him so beautifully. “It really is over with her by the way.”
“Yeah, heard that before,” Harry said.
“I know, but I genuinely mean it this time,” Louis insisted.
“Yeah, what makes this time so different?” Harry drawled glaring up at the ceiling.
“She told me I had to stop being friends with you,” Louis revealed and Harry’s eyes snapped to meet his. “I told her to go to Hell.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Harry replied.
“Budge up,” Louis requested and Harry scooted to make room for him, his flesh heating up now that Louis was so near. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?” he asked as they both rested their heads on the same pillow. “I hate it when you’re upset. Especially if I’m the idiot that caused it.”
“I’m fine,” Harry sighed. “I just… you kept saying my name when you were listing the people you’d slept with… why?”
“I really didn’t do it on purpose,” Louis told him. “I definitely didn’t do it to make you cry. Your name just kept coming out… wishful thinking I guess,” he added quietly.
“What does that mean?” Harry asked.
“Are you really that thick, love?” Louis laughed looking at Harry fondly. “I’ve always liked the idea of the two of us together. I flirt with you like crazy but you never seem to take the hint. Not even when you caught me masturbating in your bed that time.”
“I thought you were just… just…” Harry trailed off, unsure how to answer. “You mean you… you want to fuck me?”
“More than anything,” Louis answered. “All you need to do is ask… all you’ve ever needed to do is ask… but um, I can leave now,” he offered, “if you want me to.”
“No,” Harry shook his head. “Stay.”
“Yeah?” Louis checked.
“Yeah,” Harry confirmed, feeling a surge of confidence and throwing his leg over Louis’ waist to straddle him. “I wanna earn my spot on your list.”
XXX
It started with a kiss, soft and gentle at first, almost shy. They even giggled a little before Louis reversed their positions, pinning Harry’s wrists to the mattress and slotting their mouths together, tongue expertly flicking into Harry’s mouth as though it had always belonged there.
“Any chance you like it a little bit rough?” Louis asked hopefully.
“I, yeah, um… I do, but… maybe we should have a quick talk about… um, things,” Harry reluctantly pushed Louis off of him and sat up against the headboard, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. “I’ve never topped before and it’s not something I’m really interested in trying right now so… I’m the bottom, right?”
“Works for me,” Louis agreed easily. “And you’re definitely cool with me being a bit rough with you?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a bit of a pain kink,” Harry admitted. “Not like proper beating me up and making me bleed or anything,” he hurried to explain, keeping his eyes on the bed-sheets. “But like, a bit of biting and scratching, pulling my hair, holding me down, a slap or two if you’re comfortable. Choking,” he whispered, cheeks ablaze.
“Someone’s been hiding what a kinky fucker they are,” Louis teased and Harry grinned sheepishly. “Anything else I should know about? Any hard limits?”
“No kids, no animals, no shit,” Harry listed and Louis grimaced at them all. “And no filming me or taking photos. Anything you don’t want me to do to you?”
“No naming my penis, it’s weird,” Louis responded and Harry fought off a laugh, wondering who had given Louis’ manhood a name and what name they had bestowed on said appendage. “But yeah, so, we can be a bit rough with each other. Feel free to bite and scratch me back, love. I’m down for a bit of dirty talk if you are?”
“Ok, but no gay slurs,” Harry compromised.
“Well obviously not, who the hell does that,” Louis scoffed.
“You’d be surprised,” Harry shook his head thinking of some past experiences. “And I um… you know… I like to… I like to know my place and be… um, be good,” he said hesitantly.
“Look at me, babe,” Louis took a hold of Harry’s chin, tilting upwards, encouraging him to make eye-contact. “Are you trying to tell me that you like to be submissive?”
“A little,” Harry blushed. “But like… only in the bedroom. Not all the time. And it’s fine if you don’t want to. I get that it isn’t for everybody. So if you think it’s too weird we can just… mmm,” he was interrupted by Louis’ lips upon his.
“I think I’ll quite like being in control, love,” Louis smirked. “But, I don’t actually have any real experience,” he warned.
“That’s ok, me neither,” Harry shrugged. “I’m not dumb enough to submit to just anyone. I could only ever do it with someone I really trust.”
Louis smiled, leaning in for a tender kiss.
“Ok, so we’re doing this?” Louis checked and Harry released a nervous giggle as he nodded. “Alright. So if you’re my submissive little bitch tonight,” he mouthed teasingly at Harry’s neck, “what does that make me? Am I Sir… Master… Daddy… Captain Ass-fucker?”
They shared another giggle fit, exchanging a few kisses as they calmed down.
“Let’s just go with it and I’ll call you whatever feels natural in the moment,” Harry recommended.
“Ok,” Louis kissed him sweetly again. “I’m gonna walk out the room, then I’m gonna come back in. When I do I’ll be in full Dom mode. Sound good?”
“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “But, um, we should have a safeword. You know, in case either of us want to stop.”
“Oh, right, yeah… any ideas?” Louis asked.
“Um… err… walls?” Harry shrugged, the walls of his bedroom being his only inspiration.
“Walls,” Louis confirmed with a nod. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he pecked Harry on the cheek before stepping just outside the door to try and get himself into the right frame of mind.
They both had a giggle fit on his first entrance attempt so he promptly stepped back outside before trying again, thankfully with more success.
XXX
“Hello Harold,” Louis carried himself differently than usual, seeming taller somehow. He injected a different tone to his voice too. One that made Harry’s cock fatten up. “Stand up,” he instructed and Harry carefully stepped off the bed. “Take your clothes off,” the Dom demanded, “nice and slow.”
“Yes Master,” Harry answered pulling his t-shirt over his head. Calling Louis ‘Master’ made the situation feel a bit silly. He almost wanted to laugh but he managed to keep it together so as not to ruin the mood. He let his t-shirt drop to the floor, feeling shy yet flattered as Louis’ eyes swept over his torso. He unbuckled his belt and popped open the button of his jeans before slowly dragging the zipper down. Turning around, he pushed the jeans down his thighs, bending over as he pushed them further down his calves, showing off his boxer-clad bum.
“That’s it you dirty little slag,” Louis rasped out.
‘Slag’. Harry wasn’t too sure he liked that word. It sounded too harsh. He decided he’d let it go for now and simply talk with Louis afterwards about what he did and didn’t like. He felt no need to make a fuss and ruin the sexy atmosphere unless he felt genuinely upset or unsafe. This experience was a first time for both of them. They were trying things out and mistakes were bound to be made. If they stopped to talk through every single occurrence the arousal would evaporate pretty quickly.
“Get those pants off, boy, let me see that pretty whore ass,” Louis’ tone was more of a suggestion than a demand, almost like he was losing a bit of confidence in his dominant character.
“Yes Sir,” Harry answered, hoping the term would help keep Louis in the right mindset. He definitely preferred calling him ‘Sir’ over the ‘Master’ title. “Want to be a pretty whore for you,” he added on as he pushed down his boxers. The dirty talk made him blush but he was definitely aroused by it. ‘Whore’ sounded deliciously naughty to his ears and made him feel sexy in a way that being called a ‘slag’ hadn’t.
“Don’t be shy now, turn around, let’s see that lovely cock,” Louis encouraged and Harry obediently spun towards him, placing his hands behind his back and bowing his head, eyes to the floor like he’d seen in pornographic pictures and clips. “Well, well, look at you,” Louis said smoothly as he approached, stalking around Harry and shocking him with a smack to his rear.
“Ow,” Harry yelped hands flying down to his bum.
“Alright, love?” Louis checked, hands squeezing Harry’s shoulders reassuringly as he whispered in his ear, placing a soft kiss to the shell.
“Fine,” Harry answered realising that the hit hadn’t actually hurt him, but the sound and the lack of warning had startled him and crying out had seemed natural. “Just surprised… um, do it again, please.”
“Please what?” Louis prompted.
“Please spank me… daddy,” Harry tested. “Oh,” he gasped in delight this time as Louis’ hand connected with his butt-cheek. “Thank you, daddy,” he gushed, finding the term strangely good, hoping it didn’t make Louis uncomfortable.
“Anything for you, baby girl,” Louis replied and Harry cringed a little.
“’M not a girl, daddy,” he pointed out.
“Sorry,” Louis apologised tightening his fingers in Harry’s curls and yanking his head back a bit. “You’re daddy’s good boy aren’t you, love?”
“Yeah, daddy, I’m a good boy,” Harry grinned and Louis smiled back at him before claiming his mouth.
“On your knees, baby,” Louis said forcefully.
Harry made to drop right down to his knees but he hesitated, quickly reaching for the pillow on his bed and placing it on the floor so he would be more comfortable. He chanced a glance at Louis, smiling bashfully.
“That’s it,” Louis encouraged. “On your knees, that’s where a bitch like you belongs,” he pulled himself out of his pants, slapping his erection against Harry’s face.
“Oi,” Harry complained, finding the action really irritating and surprisingly hurtful. While it wasn’t an extreme pain by any measure, it actually hurt more than when Louis had smacked his ass. “Don’t do that,” he grumbled, not prepared to accept such a thing again and explain to Louis that he didn’t like it later.
“Sorry, love,” Louis apologised stroking his hair and kissing his cheek. “Ok to carry on?”
“Yeah,” Harry nodded. “I mean… yes, Sir,” he corrected himself to get back into his submissive mode.
“Alright then, you gonna show me what a good little bitch you are and suck my dick?” Louis challenged.
“Yes, Sir, I want your cock,” Harry answered. He felt like laughing at himself again so he quickly took Louis into his mouth to disguise a giggle. The dirty-talk seemed to be a bit hit-and-miss. Sometimes it definitely made the situation hotter. Other times it felt a bit ridiculous and cringey. “Mmm,” he hummed around the flesh in his mouth before pulling back, holding Louis at the base and spitting onto him. He wiped the saliva all over to make the blow-job easier.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Louis approved in a hushed tone. “Good bitch… perfect little whore… my dirty slut… love the taste of my dick, don’t you? Hey,” he tapped the side of Harry’s face. “I asked you a question, bitch,” he pointed out sternly.
“Yes, Sir, I love the taste of your dick,” Harry agreed before tonguing Louis’ slit and massaging his balls.
“Enough,” Louis pulled him away with a rough grip on his hair. “Get on the bed… hands and knees… bum in the air… I’m gonna fuck that dirty slut ass of yours and you’re gonna love every second of it you filthy bitch.”
Getting up, Harry wordlessly opened the bottom drawer of his bedside table. A photo album was on top, he took it out, quickly discarding it under the bed, leaving lube and condoms on show as well as few toys. He then arranged himself on the bed in the required position, dick and balls hanging between his legs, bare ass on display.
“One moment, love,” Louis said bending down to retrieve the photo album. “Funny place to keep a photo album.”
“No, don’t look,” Harry tried to object but Louis had already opened to a random page.
“Pictures of me,” Louis realised. “In your drawer with lube, condoms and some sex toys. Well, that’s one way to boost my ego,” he teased giving Harry’s butt a playful swat with the photo album. “Do you masturbate to my pictures often?”
“Shut up,” Harry muttered dropping his face to the mattress.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, love,” Louis cooed rubbing his back. “I think it’s hot that you jack off while looking at photos of me. Aww, bless ya, have you gone all shy, Hazza?”
“Louis,” Harry whined.
“Sorry, sorry,” Louis placed the photo album under the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube instead. “You gonna let daddy open you up, love?”
“Yeah,” Harry consented, pushing his bum up higher, but he still wasn’t prepared to lift his face and look Louis in the eye again just yet. “Oh shit, Lou, that’s cold,” he complained, flinching as the liquid was drizzled along his crack and over his hole.
“Haha, sorry, babe,” Louis laughed, not sounding sorry at all. “Is that ok?” he asked in a more serious tone, gently dipping a finger into the other man’s rim.
“Yeah, nice,” Harry said softly.
“Good,” Louis smiled as he carefully eased his finger in, wiggling around to stretch Harry open. “Such a perfect slut-hole. Can’t wait to fucking ruin it. And you want me to ruin it, don’t you, darlin’? Want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
“Yes, daddy, want you to fucking own my dirty asshole,” Harry attested. “Oh God,” he groaned as Louis jerked his finger in with greater intensity, clearly turned-on by the submissive words. “More, please,” he begged.
“Greedy boy,” Louis tutted with a spank to the curve of Harry’s ass, still pumping a finger in and out of him. “What are you?” he asked condescendingly.
“A greedy boy, daddy,” Harry panted. “So slutty and greedy for your fingers… hungry for your cock,” he elaborated, letting out a whine as Louis added a second finger. “Desperate for your cum… can’t live without your big dick, daddy… need you to fuck me every day because I’m a, oh fuck… I’m a dirty little bitch.”
“Damn right you are,” Louis agreed drilling him with two fingers. “Daddy can’t wait to split you open on his dick. I’ve never fucked such a desperate little slut before. You’re gonna be a good bitch and do just what daddy says, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes daddy,” Harry nodded with a grunt. “Gonna be so good for you.”
“That’s what I like to hear, slut,” Louis slapped his bum before slotting in a third finger.
“Oh fuck,” Harry whined, cock feeling unbelievably heavy. “Please, Sir, need you to fuck me, need it so bad.”
“Of course you do,” Louis taunted. “Always been a desperate little bitch haven’t you? Can fucking smell it on you. Bet you get on your knees for all the lads and beg for them to give your whore ass a good dicking. But not anymore, Harold. You belong to me now. This ass is mine. Understood?”
“Yes, I’m yours daddy, you own my naughty little fuck-hole,” Harry panted out. “Please fuck me. Show me who I belong to.”
Louis gave a few harsher pumps before pulling away, wiping his sticky fingers on the back of Harry’s thigh and leaning across to grab two condoms from the open drawer. He fit one on to himself before carefully sheathing the other onto Harry so there wouldn’t be too much mess.
“Ok, Harry,” Louis teased his dick at Harry’s opening. “Beg for it.”
“Please Sir,” the sub begged with a whine, flexing his anal muscles, hoping it might make his asshole flutter enticingly. “Fuck my whore ass with your big fat daddy dick. Want it hard and fast. Want you to abuse my slut-hole and make me scream. Oh y-eee-sss,” he sighed as Louis filled him up.
“You like that don’t you, you dirty fucker,” Louis rasped, snapping his hips as he worked in and out of Harry’s welcoming body, yanking on the other lad’s hair. “Like being treated like the nasty slut you are. Love knowing your place. Just born to be daddy’s needy little whore.”
“Yes, Sir, I love it,” Harry moaned. He had every intention of pushing back, meeting Louis thrust for thrust. Instead he found himself panting and gasping, simply allowing Louis to do as he pleased and just laying there and taking it. “Thank you for using my slut-hole, daddy.”
“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” Louis grunted. “Taking your daddy’s dick like you were fucking made for it. Not gonna last long, love.”
“Me either,” Harry admitted, positively shrieking in pleasure as Louis sucked a love-bite onto his neck. “Fuck, Lou.”
“Touch yourself,” Louis ordered as he continued to pound Harry’s arse.
“Oh God,” Harry groaned, holding himself up off the mattress with one hand and tugging on his cock with the other, all while Louis continued to fuck into him. “Please may I cum, Master?” he begged, deciding to give ‘Master’ another chance. It felt more sexy and less silly now he was so close to an orgasm.
“Yeah, baby, want you to fucking cum for me,” Louis panted, gripping his fingers into Harry’s hips, nails digging into his skin slightly.
“Oh, ah… fuck, Louis,” Harry babbled and moaned, his dick twitching in the aftermath of his orgasm. He collapsed down into the bedding, Louis still jerking in and out of him, a string of dirty words falling from his mouth before he rasped out his name and pulled out, panting for breath.
“Wow,” Louis sighed rolling onto his back and pushing his fringe away from his sweaty forehead. He let out a happy laugh, extending his arm for Harry to move in for a hug. “Fuck, Harry, that was so good,” he praised kissing him gently on the lips.
“Yeah,” Harry grinned, feeling quite dazed.
They kissed lazily for a while, the used condoms removed from their limp dicks and thrown towards the bin, missing by a few inches. They definitely needed to talk about things, but for now Harry just wanted to lay in Louis’ arms and simply enjoy the moment. He wasn’t sure if they would get to do this again, or if he was just another name on Louis’ list. He dearly hoped it was just their first time. If it turned out not to be, well, Harry would surely be set to cry more tears on the bathroom tile.
The End