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Harry pulled himself away from Louis’ lips, tilting his head up so that he could catch his breath. Not that it did much good, with the way Louis moved so seamlessly to mouthing down the column of Harry’s neck, and then off to the side, sucking under his jawbone, turning Harry’s whole body to a soft mess of electric nerves.
Louis was— Harry didn’t even know how to describe him when people asked him about his “best friend.” He was… everything. He was kind and gentle and a good listener. And, he was just as fiercely competitive as Harry, and annoyingly just as good at lacrosse. He loved his family, and Harry’s too, and laughed at Harry’s terrible jokes, and they had so much fun together that he was more than Harry’s boyfriend; he was… everything. And god was he beautiful. Harry had never before been content just to sit and watch someone just be, but it was like everything about Louis was magical. He was smitten. He was in love.
And, god, the chemistry between them. Fuck.
Harry could get hard just thinking about the way Louis was able to pin him down with a stare across a crowded family gathering, or a lick of the lips from a greasy takeout. Their kisses could be gentle and playful, but more often than not, they were a humid, breathtaking, passion-fueling, lust-fest that made Harry’s knees weak.
Harry pulled away from the kiss with Louis, and checked the alarm clock next to his bed. They were naked, with two of Louis’ fingers inside of him, sticky with come from their first orgasms of the day, and Harry was about to let Louis know that he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Instead, all that came out was a strangled “nghhlll” as Louis nipped gently at Harry’s ear lobe. Louis’ free hand was petting the back of Harry’s neck, tangling his fingers in Harry’s curls and gently pulling in random intervals that kept Harry on edge.
“Lou, fuck, Lou, that feels so good,” Harry panted.
Louis made a sort of a possessive growl in response. “Want to make you feel so good,” he said after a moment, as their sweaty bodies continued to grind against each other. Against his thigh, Harry could feel Louis thickening up again.
“Yeah, please,” Harry tried again. “I want—” His words caught in his throat as Louis pulled his fingers out of his ass and gripped the meat of Harry’s butt instead. “Want so much.”
“Me too,” Louis groaned, hot breath against Harry’s neck. “Never enough.” Against his thigh Louis grew harder and harder, as he rutted along the seam of his groin, against Harry’s own growing erection, uncoordinated and lube slick.
“Love you,” Harry panted again, for like the fifth time that day. There didn’t seem to be words enough to express how he felt, the enormity of how much he loved Louis.
Louis’ hips kept snapping, seemingly of their own accord, as he lifted himself up and looked into Harry’s eyes. “God, babe. Same. I just…” His eyes fell shut as he grunted out a sound that had Harry’s cock kicking. “Can never get close enough to you.”
Harry’s own hips kept lifting too, chasing another orgasm, gaining friction from Louis’ abs. He raised a hand to comb a part of Louis’ sweaty hair back behind his ear. Louis turned his head to kiss Harry’s wrist, making the column of Louis’ neck right there and Harry could never resist pushing his nose into it, kissing where he could. Louis nudged his head back, connecting their lips in another kiss.
Harry all but sobbed against Louis’ lips, the pressure and the closeness and the smell of Louis, it was all so delicious he could barely stand it. He was going to come again, pressed against his favorite person in the whole universe. Thanks to his favorite person in the universe. And Louis was going to come too, Harry was sure of it. An expert in all things Louis, but particularly in reading his facial expressions.
Their bodies came together again, the lube and sweat keeping everything moving smoothly. Louis’ cock was pressed in the spot between his thigh and pelvis, and he was rocking faster and faster. One millisecond it was there, then it was gone, and then it was back, this time sliding between Harry’s cheeks, and pressed right against his hole. Louis slowed for a moment, but Harry held him close, willing him to continue, he was so close. Lous did, kept rocking where he was, holding his breath.
“Fuck. Lou, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come again. Just— Oh—” Harry’s body seized as he was coming again, making a mess between them, again. His whole being was tingling, lit up with love. And then, pressure. The tip of Louis’ cock was definitely pressed right up against his rim, all but breaching the ring of muscle. Harry wanted it. Harry wanted Louis just to go for it, to stick it in him, to feel all of him. Harry gripped Louis’ shoulder, ready for the intrusion.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Louis tilted his hips back, and was all but sitting up, stripping his dick frantically, and with a whine, added to Harry’s mess.
“Sorry,” Louis panted as he caught his breath.
“For what?” Harry reached across him, pulling some tissues out of the box. He’d have to add more to his mom’s shopping list. Or they could steal a box from Louis’ house. His mom would never notice and Harry’s mom wouldn’t get suspicious of the sudden uptick in tissue usage.
Louis was uncharacteristically quiet.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“For almost… sliding in,” Louis said slowly. “Sorry. Maybe you didn’t even notice.”
Harry scoffed. “I noticed. And um, maybe I kind of was hoping you would?”
Louis went very still too. “Oh?”
Maybe Harry was pushing for too much too quickly.
Louis turned in Harry’s arms, and Harry laid on his side too, so they were facing each other. “Is something that, um, you’d want to do? Like, with me?”
Harry giggled. Louis was so cute when he was nervous. “With you? Of course. I’m certainly not doing it with anyone else.”
“But you’d want to? Have you thought about it? Losing your virginity?”
“It’s a construct,” he responded automatically, “But I have thought about it, with us, yeah. Duh. Have you not?”
“I have,” Louis said, quickly. “I just didn’t know that you have too. You’ve never mentioned it.”
“You haven’t either.”
“I know. But like…”
“But like…” Harry mocked. Then kissed the tip of Louis’ nose. Harry loved Louis’ nose.
“It’s a construct,” Louis mocked right back. “Would you, um,” he was serious again. “Have you thought about like, how, like, the position,” he cleared his throat, “or like, how you’d want your first time to go?”
“God, you’re so fucking cute when you’re nervous. Also. You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.”
“Well, I don’t know! We’re talking about having sex, for the first time.”
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “We’ve been having sex, haven’t we, for like, a while now.”
“If you keep being so pedantic—” Harry gave him another kiss on his nose for using one of their PSAT words correctly. “Maybe I won’t want to have penetrative anal sex with you anymore.”
Harry laughed. “Of course you’ll still want to have sex with me. I’m the love of your life.”
“I hate that you’re always right.”
“But, to answer your question, I’ve thought about it. And I think I’d like to try being the top and the bottom, to see if I have a preference. For my first time, no, I don’t think it matters. And I think as long as it’s with you, any time, any place. I don’t know. Really, it’s you. You’re the part that’s consistent. The rest just feels like… details.”
“Okay.” Louis paused to think. “I agree, about the top/bottom thing. I think maybe I think about being the top more, but like, I definitely want to see what all the fuss is about bottoming. And I love when you finger me.” Harry smirked in approval. He was great at making Louis come. “So, I think I’d like that too.”
“Wanna do it now,” Harry asked. “We could.”
Louis chuckled. “Nope!” Harry pouted, and it was Louis’ turn to kiss him on the nose. “First of all, your mom will be home soon and we should be getting dressed and getting our homework started so she thinks we’re good boys. And also I want to make it special for you. So, we should plan. And third of all, I think my dick might fall off if I come again this afternoon, and I’m a thousand percent sure that I’m going to want to do it more than once. So, I’m going to need it.”
“Fine.” Harry kicked his legs, giddy. “You make good points.”
He and Louis were going to do it.
Soon.
2
Louis tipped his head back to finish his glass of sparkling grape juice. Harry admired the length of his neck and let his eyes drift down to where Louis’ collarbones were normally on display, instead of hidden under a nice shirt buttoned all the way to the top. Not that Harry was actually complaining. Louis’ collarbones were in Harry’s top fifteen Louis’ Body Parts list, but he did look really nice, cleaned up and dressed up, specifically for Harry. To look good for Harry. To impress Harry. It felt insane that Louis felt the same way about Harry as Harry did about him.
Louis laughed and waved his hand in front of Harry’s face. “Earth to Harry.”
Harry got warm under his own collar, embarrassed to be called out so blatantly checking Louis out. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t get us the real stuff.” He shook his empty champagne flute. “I probably could’ve pushed it with Matt Vines but I didn’t want him asking too many questions.”
“Nah. It’s fine. I actually have practice early tomorrow so I wouldn’t want to drink, plus, for our first time, I want to make sure that I’m like all the way there.”
“All the way there,” Louis echoed, his own cheeks pinkening.
They held eye contact, Harry getting lost in Louis’ gaze, feeling so overwhelmed to have Louis look at him so reverently. His dick made itself known, stirring up interest the longer they sat there. “Okay,” Harry finally broke, “let’s go upstairs.”
“Whoa lover boy,” Louis chided him. “Let’s do it proper. Put on some music, do the dishes—”
“Dance in the kitchen?” Harry loved to dance in the kitchen. And he could hardly ever get Louis to let loose. One of his favorite memories though was Louis swinging his hips and singing along to Paul Simon listing all the ways to leave a lover, while they made pancakes after a sleepover. Watching Louis, he had thought, I want to kiss him and over breakfast had realized he was probably gay, but, more importantly, crushing on his best friend.
“You pick the playlist,” Louis said, pushing back his chair, “and I’ll start clearing the dishes.”
Harry knew exactly what he wanted to play. He put on the playlist he had curated the night before, amped up from a great practice and the knowledge of what was happening the following night. He carried the last of the dishes into the kitchen, and found Louis wearing his mother’s yellow scrubbing gloves, halfway decently rinsing the plates and putting them in the dishwasher.
He encircled Louis' waist, and pushed his nose into the top of Louis’ spine. “Love you,” Harry whispered, struck by the enormity of what they were about to share. “Let’s finish these later.”
“H,” Louis giggled as Harry dug his fingers into Louis’ most ticklish spot by his ribs. “I’m pretty sure I’m not going to want to get out of bed once we start, so let’s just finish this up quickly, then we can just focus on each other.”
“I hate when you’re right,” Harry grumbled. But he really did have a point. They hurried to clean up.
“You know,” Louis said, mouth smooshed as he trailed kisses up the side of Harry’s neck. “I think this is the most spotless I’ve ever seen this kitchen. What you say we finally go upstairs?”
Harry threw down the dish towel he was holding. “Go, go go.”
Louis winked. “Race you!” And turned on his heel, sprinting out of the kitchen.
Harry was obsessed with Louis’ collarbones. The perfect dip of them, the smooth skin and the way they tasted. How they were perfectly placed between his earlobes and nipples; Harry could spend hours, hours, teasing Louis, kissing, licking, sucking his shoulders and chest, slowly working his way lower. Louis was forever impatient and watching him get more and more amped up for Harry to “Oh my god, just get to it already!” brought Harry such joy.
Harry’s phone buzzed. Whoever it was could wait.
It buzzed again. Harry sighed. Whoever it was clearly didn’t want to wait. He saw Niall’s name on the screen, and let out a frustrated huff. He canceled the call. It started buzzing again before he put the phone back on his nightstand.
“Unless it’s your mom, tell them to fuck off,” Louis groused. The top button of his nice pants was undone, waiting for Harry to finish the job. And Harry needed to get back to him, now.
“Niall, now’s not a good time.”
“Of course it is. I’m here. Let me in.”
“What do you mean, ‘I’m here’?”
“I mean I’m downstairs, with FIFA, ready to play.”
Louis redid his button. Harry was going to cry. Louis started to put his shirt back on. It was a travesty of the nth degree. He mouthed, more than whispered, “I should go?”
“Harry. I swear to god.” Niall’s voice came through the phone. “Come down and let me in. FIFA waits for no man.”
“I… Niall, I can’t.”
Harry begged Louis with his eyes to wait this out. “I know you’re home. Don’t try to lie to me.”
“How do you…”
“Because your front door was unlocked, and I see your car keys and wallet and backpack here. And your lacrosse stick. I’m coming up.” No.
Louis’ eyes were huge.
“Niall, no!” Harry all but shouted. Louis scrambled from the bed into the closet, barely getting the door shut before Niall busted into Harry’s room.
Niall took one look around: the candles, the soft music, Harry tenting his pants. He burst into laughter. “Oh my god. Harry! You really go all out with your self love. I normally just jack one out. Never thought about adding some romance.”
“Niall,” Harry groaned.
“Okay. Okay. I know when I’m not wanted. Finish up up here, I’ll be downstairs, getting the game started.”
“It’s not—”
“Take your time! I’m going to make some popcorn or something. Make myself at home.” And he was gone, from Harry’s room at least, as quickly as he arrived. After a beat, the closet door opened an inch, and Harry loudly whispered, “It’s safe to come out.”
“Oh, that’s a good one,” Louis deadpanned.
“Lou—”
“I guess I should…”
“You don’t have to—”
“H, babe, the mood is kind of ruined. You start the game, I’ll sneak out the way I always do.”
Harry gave him a kiss, pressing everything he wanted to say into it, then blew out the candles, turned off the music, and tromped down the stairs. He was going to be a virgin forever. Even though he didn’t believe in the concept.
3
Louis was two fingers deep, and Harry couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. They were going to have sex. It was going to happen, in like a matter of minutes. After the disastrous, unintentioned cockblock from Niall, it took them days to find a time when their schedules lined up enough for them to have a free house. Harry said any place was fine, they could take a drive and find a parking lot, but Louis wanted Harry’s first time to be special, and ‘in a bed at the very least’, and if that’s what Louis wanted, then Harry would give it to him, even though it seemed silly to pile on arbitrary rules on top of a made up social construct.
So it was finally going to happen. On Louis’ unmade bed, with the window open and dappled light coming in through the maple tree. It smelled of fall—which Harry supposed it almost was. Louis’ sisters were back-to-school shopping, which is why this Saturday morning they had the house to themselves. Harry wanted to lock this feeling into his brain to remember always: loved, in Louis’ arms, not a worry in the world. Maybe the chill of the breeze when he was ninety-eight would bring him right back to this moment.
“Baby?” Louis cooed, concern laced through his voice. “You okay?”
“Oh. Yeah.” Harry took a slow breath. “Why?”
“Because I’m pretty sure I’ve been stroking your prostate, but you seem a million miles away.” He pulled his fingers out, and Harry clenched around nothing. “Just wanted to check in. Make sure you’re still here with me.”
“Just thinking.”
Louis cupped his chin, and gently chided, “Don’t hurt yourself.” He gave Harry a soft kiss.
“I love you.” Sue him, he wanted to be soppy.
“I love you, too. You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I just, I really love you.”
“Okay. I— I’m not sure I understand.”
Harry shifted, so he could better see Louis’ face. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, like, I understand the words, I don’t get why you’re saying them like that.” His voice went up at the end; something like condescension.
“Like how? I was just saying that I loved you.”
“But like, it was… really intense.”
“It’s a big feeling. It’s like, it’s too big for my chest. My heart can’t hold all the love I have for you.”
“Oh. Babe,” Louis’ eyes went soft around the edges, “I know what you mean. That’s why… I mean, one of the reasons why I want to do this, yeah? As like, a way to express how much I love you. To share that with you.”
Harry groaned. “Making love. God, you know how much I hate that phrase. Ew. Are we… we’re going to be making love?”
Louis’ eyes were still soft. “Afraid so, darling.”
“No.” Everything Harry had believed was tilting to the left.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a social construct.” Harry’s voice sounded weird to himself.
“Yes. But also—”
“Oh.”
“Had you not considered that?”
“I guess, I guess not.”
“We’re literally going to be inside of each other.” Harry’s mouth went dry with the thought of being that close to Louis. That his love could bust through the confines of his own body, and he could share it, could literally show it to Louis.
“Harry,” Louis laughed. “I just had my fingers inside of you.”
“I know. But like—”
“It’s different?” Louis took the words right out of his mouth. He couldn’t explain it. It was a social construct, but standing on the precipice, he could see it from a new angle, too.
“It feels different than I expected.” He took a deep breath. He couldn’t have an asthma attack. Not now.
“I’ve got you,” Louis whispered into his hair. He snuck his arm under Harry’s neck, and Harry curled into Louis’ side.
“Sorry I’m all—” Harry flapped his hand in the air.
“Don’t be, baby. I still love you. I’m here, not going anywhere. Take all the time you need.”
Harry laid there for a long time, running his hand along Louis’ chest, thinking about love. Feeling loved.
4
Louis stopped kissing him. “You sure?” Louis confirmed for about the millionth time.
“Yes, Louis. I’m sure.” Harry desperately wanted to get back to the kissing, not talking part of their evening. “That was like, days ago that I freaked out about it.”
“Yeah.” Louis rolled his eyes. “It was only a few days ago. Forgive me for checking in and making sure you still want to.”
“Well I do, and like I said, I’d quite like to forget that ever happened.”
Louis chuckled. “No need to be embarrassed.”
“Louis,” Harry whined. “Let’s get to it.” He pressed his neglected erection into Louis’ hips. “I would quite like to lose my virginity tonight.”
“Social construct,” Louis muttered.
“Chop chop! Time’s a wastin’. I absolutely refuse to be interrupted tonight.”
“Okay. Pushy, pushy.” Louis sat up and pulled his shirt off. Yes. Getting to it was definitely the best decision. Harry kissed Louis’ breastbone, then pressed another one to his ribs because he could, then he pulled off his own shirt.
They adjusted themselves, shucking off their pants, and boxers, then getting settled back in on Harry’s bed. If he wasn’t playing lacrosse, the only thing other thing he’d want to do is be naked with Louis.
Louis was kissing across Harry’s chest, and Harry lost himself in the sensation. He loved when Louis paid attention to his nipples. Eventually Louis snaked his way down to Harry’s cock, mouthing at it and then sucking. It was a great blow job, and Harry was worried he was going to come too quickly. “Lou. Lou—” Harry gently pulled his hair. “Can you… let’s… I don’t want to come until you’re in me.”
Louis exhaled a hot breath across Harry’s pubes. “Yeah, fuck. Okay. Yeah.”
With shaky hands, Louis slid the condom on. “You think that’s right?”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know how else it would go.”
“Okay. Right.” He jacked himself a few times. “Feels weird.”
Harry tilted his head. “You’ve never worn one before?”
“Wh— W—” Louis reared back in surprise. “Why? Who? How—”
Harry snickered. “Myself. Just to like, see, what it felt like.”
“I know, like, cleanliness, et cetera why we’re using it. But someday, maybe, we could do it bare?” Louis’ rubber-slick dick was at Harry’s entrance, and he wanted it so bad he could barely stop himself from attempting to impale himself.
“Yeah,” Harry mumbled, already focused on breathing through the stretch he was about to face. Shouldn’t hurt. Maybe some pressure. Will feel weird. He was ready. “Someday, Lou. But now, can you just… like… do it.”
“Sure. Yes. Just—”
“Louis,” Harry snapped.
“Not to get sentimental again—”
“Jesus.”
“But I love you. There. Just. So you know.”
“I love you too. Now please stick your dick in me.”
Louis’ smile faded as fast as Harry’s, as his eyes were laser focused on where his dick was teasing. “You’ll tell me, if we need more lube?”
“You’re insufferable. Yes, of course. We’ve gone through this.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Louis. I swear to fucking Christ I will break up with you if you don’t dick me down in the next three seconds.”
The front doors slammed.
Louis’ eyes flew up and met Harry’s.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Harry chanted.
“Boys? You home?” his mom shouted. Harry pushed Louis off of him.
“Lou! We saw the Styles when we went to get pizza,” Jay shouted just as loud. They rolled off opposite sides of the bed.
A chorus of “Harry, Harry, Harry!” matched the twins' footsteps up the stairs. They thumped against the door. “Harry, you in there?”
“Fuck,” Harry swore quietly.
“Louis!” One of them sing-songed. “We got you pepperoni and onion! Your favorite.”
“Why’s the door locked?”
“We’ll be right out,” Louis grunted, sliding up his oversized athletic shorts.
“We’ll be down in a minute! Why don’t you help the moms set the table?” Harry asked sweetly.
“We’re not allowed to have your door locked.”
“Because you’re too young!” Louis snapped.
“Are you two wrestling again? You know you’re not allowed to. Mom said so.”
“No!” Louis shouted.
“Yes!” Harry countered. “Don’t tell the moms.” Harry wiggled his eyebrows as he put his shirt on, hoping Louis would get the hint.
Of course Louis did, cracking a smile as he pulled on one of Harry’s Exter t-shirts. “Please don’t tell on us!” Louis faux-begged.
Harry’s erection had deflated immediately at his mom’s voice, but it gave a feeble kick at the sight of Louis in his clothes. Unfortunately, he knew that might be a dead give away.
“We won’t!” The twins shouted in unison, as they cackled and raced back down the stairs, surely on their way to tattle.
“Ready?” Louis asked. His hair was all mussed and he still was still flushed.
“To break up with you?” Harry joked.
“Har Har.” Louis leaned in to kiss him, and all Harry wanted to do was fall back into bed. But their plans were ruined.
“Here,” Harry cooed as he tried to get Louis' hair into something resembling order.
“I don’t… um, I think I just like, chucked the condom under your bed.”
Harry laughed as he unlocked the door. “I’ll find it later. Or I’ll forget about it and die of embarrassment the next time mom makes me clean my room.”
“Oh my god. Please don’t. You’ll be grounded until next summer.” At the bottom of the stairs, Louis pulled him in for another kiss. “I’m not kidding.”
“Boys!” Harry’s mom greeted them. “I hear you were, uh, wrestling up there?”
Harry rolled his eyes and hoped it was effective. “Planks. We were having a plank competition.”
Louis patted his abs. “Working on our cores.”
She cuffed him on the head then led him to the dining room. “Whatever boys, come eat.”
“I’m sure you two worked up an appetite, with your silly competitions,” Jay said with a smirk. Pinching the fabric of Louis’ (Harry’s) shirt, she tacked on, “Nice shirt.”
“Mom,” Louis whined. “Stop it.”
Harry bumped hips with Louis as they served themselves from the open boxes on the counter.
“Soon,” Louis mouthed.
It couldn’t come soon enough.
5
Harry hadn’t been sure, when he proposed the idea, that Louis would go for it. But he did. After being interrupted so many times in their houses, perhaps a house was not the place for them to lose their virginity, despite Louis’ insistence on it being special. Harry had floated the idea of just doing it in a car—his car because he knew Louis’ car was his baby and wouldn’t want it to get messed up.
And weirdly enough, Louis had gone along with it, although with the caveat that he wanted to do it in his car because “his baby would take care of his baby.” Harry had tried to not die laughing.
They had scoped out a spot, a farm in the next town had a huge parking lot that extended down to where they sold Christmas trees in the winter, and wasn’t used the rest of the year. It was populous enough that they wouldn’t feel like they were in a horror movie—Harry’s fear—and secluded enough that no one would catch them—Louis’ fear.
They held hands on the drive, one of Louis’ mixes softly playing from the speaker, Harry’s knee bouncing. After they pulled into the parking lot and navigated the potholes to the far end, Louis brought Harry’s knuckles to his lips. “Ready?”
Harry couldn’t contain his smile. “More than.”
“Cool. So let’s… get back there.”
Harry clambered over the console, it was awkward, fitting his limbs through the space, but he made it back to the center seat, and smiled brightly at Louis. “I won!”
Louis laughed. “I kinda figured we’d open the doors and get back there like civilized people, but your way works too.” He let out an “oof” as he fell into the seat behind the passenger seat, and draped his legs across Harry’s lap.
“So, there’s not actually a ton of room back here,” Louis said. “I maybe haven’t figured out the logistics of this yet.”
“What if…” Harry pinched his lip as he thought. “What if I just stay here, and you sit on my lap and ride me?”
“Reverse cowgirl?”
“No. Face to face. Please.”
Louis’ face softened. “Such a polite boy. Anything you want.”
He shuffled his way onto Harry’s lap, and dove in for a kiss.
Harry could drown in Louis kisses—the softness of his lips, and the way he let out little surprise moans. He gripped Louis’ hair and held the side of his face and kissed him as though his life depended on it, as though the world was going to be saved by the force of their love. Louis ground down on him as their kisses heated up, already thickening up.
“I don’t,” Harry gasped as Louis found that spot by the curve of his jaw that seemed as though it was directly connected to his dick. “I’m already so hard—”
“Ready for me, baby,”
“So ready. I can’t. No more foreplay. Just… kissing. Then fucking.”
Louis huffed out a laugh into his neck. “Okay.” Then he giggled.
“What?” Louis’ abs contracted under Harry’s hands as he tried to steady the giggling boy in his lap. “What’s so funny?” Harry hated being left out of any joke.
Louis managed to contain his laughter. “Just… in case you’re a two pump chump, we could always keep hooking up after. Since, social construct, and all that, like, it’d be fine.”
Harry pouted. “I won’t be.” It was actually pretty insulting. “I don’t see why that’s so funny.”
“No, that’s not… it’s the phrase ‘two pump chump’ that had me laughing, I don’t know why I found it so funny.” Harry could see he was on the verge of breaking back into his unstoppable giggles. “Chump. It’s such a… perfect word. We should bring it back as an insult.”
“Okay, fine, as long as you don’t think I won’t be able to satisfy you, because I totally will.”
“Aw, babe.” Louis gave him an apology kiss, which Harry easily sank into. “You’re gonna be so good at this. I don’t know how there’d be a competition, but I bet you’d win, no problem.”
Louis must’ve been feeling very contrite to hand Harry a win like that without even making it a competition. And it totally worked.
“You know I would,” Harry crowed.
Louis looked out the windows, and must’ve been satisfied with what he saw. “Okay. Pants off. Let’s do this.”
“Lube and condom?”
Louis reached behind himself for the console, and Harry had the chance to help him balance, putting a hand in the dip of his waist as he turned. Harry basically wanted to live in Louis’ curves. “Check and check!” He held them aloft.
“I am,” Louis said, “sadly going to have to get off your lap to remove my pants.”
“Sadly, I concur.” Harry brought him in for a kiss. “Hurry back.”
Louis scootched over to the previous seat, and wiggled his hips back and forth as he inched off his pants and boxers. Harry watched, rapt.
“Stop eyeing the merchandise.” Harry sighed, and peeled his eyes away to focus on getting his own, decidedly harder jeans off.
“Styles, why the hell did you wear jeans tonight?” Louis asked, trying to help peel them down his legs.
“I wore slides—easily removable shoes!”
Louis snorted.
“I wanted to look good for you! You always say these make my butt look good!”
“They do, babe,” Louis conceded. “But they’re like, the opposite of conducive, to car sex.”
“Adverse.”
“Deleterious.” Louis quirked an eyebrow.
“Detrimental,” Harry countered.
“...inimical?” Louis questioned.
“Mmmm, I don’t know that one,” Harry admitted.
“Doesn’t matter either way. Let’s fuck.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “How romantic.”
“Remember the last time you tried romantic?”
“Point taken. Let’s fuck.”
Louis launched himself back onto Harry’s lap, this time their freed cocks bounced into each other. They resumed kissing, until Louis backed up an inch or so and told Harry to hold his hand out. “You think from this angle you can open me up?”
“Or die trying,” Harry said, smearing the liquid around his finger. “I’m going to really try to not get lube all over everything.”
“It’s worth it. I can get it detailed if I need to.”
They had gotten this far plenty of times, so Harry knew what he was supposed to do, where he was supposed to aim, but the angle was awkward and hard on his wrist. The second time Louis winced, he removed his hand.
“Okay, what if, hear me out, you like, lay back, like when you first got in the car, and I’ll be over here and you sort of spread your legs and I think I’ll have better access then,” Harry offered.
“Sure, I’ll just be wide open and fully on display for you,” Louis grumbled as he got into Harry’s recommended position.
“No complaints from me,” Harry chirped.
He worked his finger back in, and then another. “Can’t believe I’m going to fit in there,” Harry mused out loud, to himself more than anything, as he felt the clench of Louis’ body.
Louis tightened up at that, but with a few more tricks Harry had picked up from the few times they’d done it this way, he was able to get Louis relaxed again. He drizzled more lube, some of which did, actually, get on the upholstery—something to mention to Louis later—and made sure Louis was more than slick enough.
“Okay, I think… I think we’re good?” Harry said into the silence of the car.
“Yeah, if you think… then I guess… yeah. I don’t really know,” Louis awkwardly laughed. “Never done it, you know?”
“I think… yes. And if we need more, we can add more,” Harry said. “I’ll be here all night. Try the veal.”
“Har Har.” Louis looked pale in the moonlight.
“Hop on up.” Harry’s erection flagged through the rearranging and opening of Louis up and concern about the lube, so when Louis got back onto his lap, he started to stroke himself back to full hardness.
Louis’ eyes were huge; his mouth etched into a focused line.
“You want to help?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
“You don’t have to.” Harry wondered if Louis maybe wanted to work on his own. Or they could swap, and work on each other.
“I know. But yeah.” Harry covered Louis’ hand with his own, and in tandem worked up a rhythm that had Harry ready in no time.
“This is going to be amazing,” Harry gushed. “Finally. I’m so ready. Condom?”
Louis handed it over wordlessly, and Harry rushed to rip off the corner and slide it on. He emptied the rest of the packet of lube over himself, better too much than too little, and looked up to Louis’ face. “Ready!”
“Mmhmm.” Louis blinked; but otherwise didn’t move.
“Okay?”
“Hm? Yeah, Of course. I’m—Have you always been this big? Or did you grow overnight?”
“You sound like my nan.”
“You’re— It’s—”
Harry pouted. “You didn’t even smile at my joke.”
Louis’ eyes never left Harry’s erection. “What joke?”
“Babe,” Harry cooed. “It’ll fit. People do this, like, every day.” Harry’s heart pounded in his chest.
Louis gave a minute shake of his head. “With something that size? How? How will it—”
“We’ll go slow.”
Louis held Harry’s dick in his hand, giving it a few firm strokes. His fingers almost touched. Louis removed his hand, keeping his fingers in place, and held it up to eye level. “There is no fucking way that’s fitting.”
“I… We…” They were so close this time. “We could,” Harry looked down at his wet dick and the discarded lube packet, “try the other way? I could bottom?”
Louis climbed off Harry’s lap, and sat in the mess of lube. “Gross.”
“Yeah, we could, we could try, right?”
Louis looked close to tears. “I only brought the one condom.”
Harry stroked himself again, though he was softening up as quickly as he had gotten hard, the condom reminded him of a shedded snake skin.
“Sorry.”
“Lou, there is literally not a single reason to be sorry. We should both be excited and into it when we do it. We won’t be virgins forever.”
“Feels like it.”
Harry could feel how upset Louis was.
“Look at me.” Harry cupped his chin. “How would you feel, if it was me, suddenly nervous about it? It was me, that one time. Would you have wanted me to apologize? Actually! I did! And you said not to, that I could take all the time I needed. Right?”
“Of course.”
“This is literally the same exact thing,” Harry explained. “Don’t be sorry. Or even bothered. We’ll try again another day.”
“We’ll have to buy more condoms.” Louis gave him a watery smile.
“A whole box.”
Louis found his boxers on the floor, and pulled them back on, followed by his shorts. “I feel like I’m going to need a ninety minute shower to rinse off all this lube. It’s everywhere.”
Harry pulled on his briefs, then opened the door and stepped out to put his jeans back on, dropping the semi-used condom next to the car.
“Harry, what if someone sees you?” Louis hissed.
“They’re already basically on,” Harry said, holding the door open and reaching in to help Louis out.
“Such a gentleman. Even though your fly is open.” Louis did up the button and zipper, then pressed Harry to the car and kissed him.
“Ice cream?” Harry asked.
Louis’ smile was bright as he nodded. “Ice cream.”
6
“Did we think of everything?” Louis asked, shirtless and spread out along his bed, like some sort of sexy angel demon.
Harry drew his eyes away from Louis. He had to concentrate. “Parents? Out to dinner, courtesy of our gift cards.”
“Siblings?” Louis offered, then answered, “with Gemma, that angel, at your house for girls' night.”
Harry shook the unopened box of condoms. Then, thinking the worst, opened it to make sure it was full of condoms and not, like, tiny glittery unicorns. “And we’re set with lube too.”
Louis held up a towel. “Just in case.”
“And it’s fine, again, if either of us has to stop, for any reason.” Harry knew it was true but he really really really wanted them to be able to go through with it.
“Of course. We’ve got Netflix, minus the chill, in that case, and popcorn. And so many cuddles.”
“Great!” Harry launched himself at Louis. “Let’s do it.”
They made out for a bit, before getting to the preparation, taking turns opening each other up, and thought it felt great, they refused to let each other get off before the main event. Eventually they were ready, and Harry begged Louis to get himself prepped.
Once the condom was on, and he was lubed up, Louis planked above Harry. “You good?”
“So good, baby.” Louis grinned in response, and kissed his forehead. Harry was so in love.
Louis hitched Harry’s leg up, Harry could hear Louis stroking himself, and then their eyes met as there was pressure… and then Louis was sliding in.
“Oh. Oh fuck,” Louis groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked. It felt weird. Full. Louis was inside of him! He wiggled his hips. Less weird. Still full. All he wanted was Louis to move, to properly feel it.
“Nothing. Fuck. Oh my god,” Louis repeated. “You feel— the clench— fuck.”
Harry grinned, pulled Louis down for a kiss. “Now fuck me.”
“I don’t—”
Harry shifted his hips, trying to initiate some drag.
“Harry. Fuck— Fuck—”
“Literally. I’m trying.”
“No you don’t—”
Harry kept trying, though it was hard with the weight of Louis above him. Louis finally got with the program, dragging out and dragging back in—Harry was in heaven—dragging out, and stuttering forward. “Fuck. Shit. Harry. Fuck, I’m—”
And Louis was coming, his whole body tensing over Harry, then trembling with aftershocks.
Harry was still desperately hard. This was not, exactly, how he had planned on this going. He bit his lip to keep from letting out an awkward giggle. “So, it was good for you?”
Louis dropped his head to Harry’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe— You’ve got to try that. It’s—”
He kissed Harry’s throat. Then, hand on the base of the condom, slid himself out of Harry. “I’m gonna…” he scampered to the bathroom, and Harry heard the toilet flush, then Louis was back with him. Harry stroked himself, jealous of Louis’ post-orgasm glow.
“Harry—we’re doing that all the time now.”
“Maybe next time we can both—”
“Do you want to now? Fuck me, I mean. You have got to try it.”
Harry was worried after the last time. “Do you think…”
Louis rolled on top of him, and then rolled his hips. “I know you’ll go slow. It’ll fit. For sure. And I’m so… relaxed now.”
“Uh, yeah, I want to…” Harry was certainly up for trying.
He rolled the condom on and lubed himself up, while Louis got into position on his back, legs bent.
He took a deep breath, wanting to last longer than Louis, then slowly inched forward past the ring of muscle. “Is this… okay?” Harry asked, already breathless. He searched Louis’ face for any sign of discomfort, and found only bliss.
“Fuck. Yes. Oh my god. Harry— You feel— Yes. Keep going.”
Harry slowly worked his way in, until he was fully sheathed by Louis’ body. He kissed Louis’ shoulder, then caught his mouth in a desperate sort of exhaling kiss. It felt… incredible was the only word he could come up with. “Still okay?”
“Yes, I’m— This is perfect.”
Harry shifted his hips back, then snapped them forward. Louis was right. The clench of his body around his dick was transcendent. He had been so hard for so long, and already he could feel the tension building in his balls; the drag of Louis’ body plummeting him towards orgasm. He snapped his hips a few more times, chasing that high, knowing it was just a second away from rocketing through his body. Then he was shooting into the condom, pressing hard into Louis’ body, panting against his skin. It was the best thing he had ever experienced.
Better than making the varsity team—and he had thought that nothing could top that.
“We did it.” He could hear the smile in Louis’ voice.
“We did. No longer virgins,” Harry added.
“Social construct,” they said at the same time. Harry giggled, and wiggled his hips, feeling the odd way it felt to soften inside of Louis and the condom.
“Gonna— ew.” Harry pulled out, and waddled to the bathroom, where he disposed of it.
He launched himself at Louis again, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up with him, until his dick was ready for another round. Louis met him with open arms and held him close.
“I won,” Harry proudly boasted.
“Won what?”
“I lasted longer. I’m better at sex than you are.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Louis laughed. “Nothing a little practice won’t fix.”
“Yeah, you up for doing it again?” Harry certainly was.
“We’ve got all night.” Louis waggled his eyebrows.
Harry wondered if it’d be noticeable, when they left their love cocoon, that they had done it. But that was a potential problem for a few hours from now Harry, so he kissed Louis senseless, and instead thought about how he could keep his title of ‘Best at Sex.’