The Hidden Chapters

Prove It- Part 2 *Larry

Part 2

He shrugs his shirt off the rest of the way and then yanks mine off. So much for childish Harry; this Harry is the typical teenager with raging sexual urges. I feel myself get to a new high just off his excitement. He undoes my belt and I lean down and press my lips to his cheek.

“Slow down, Haz.” I whisper. I feel his face heat up and his hands retract.

This makes me give a small laugh. I take my time, kissing him seductively, before slipping his trousers off.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize once more, kissing his shoulders. I take my time with every kiss, and it’s driving him crazy.

“Fuck you, Lou.” He says when I laugh at his hard-on. Now it’s obvious I’m dragging it out just to torture him.

“Promise?” I taunt before taking my pants off. He doesn’t answer, his eyes taking my body in. Then, his green eyes look up at me and when they meet mine, all restraint goes out the window. One hand is used to hold me up, the other to cup his face as I kiss him.

“I’m still kinda pissed at you.” He mutters against my lips. Oh right; I’m supposed to be proving something.

“I’m sorry.” I say breathlessly, pulling his underwear off. Well, ripping them off would be a bit more accurate…

His hands tangle themselves in my hair as my hands grab at him. Something I’ve heard of and never tried flashes in my mind. I debate. Would Harry be okay with trying it?

I don’t even ask, deciding to use the element of surprise. I crawl down and take his manhood in my mouth, sucking the tip. I hear him gasp in shock, which quickly turns to pleasure.

“Louis, what are you- oh my fucking God.” He says. I must be doing something right because then he’s enjoying it too much to protest. He moans my name, which gives me a hard-on. I try to ignore it, focusing solely on giving Harry my all. My hands are on his hips, my fingers digging in to his skin as he gives small screams and moans.

“I’m gunna c-” He doesn’t finish his sentence before it happens. I move away just in time, knowing there is know way I’m ready for that. I kiss his throat softly and listen to his heavy breathing.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I really am.” I whisper sincerely. He looks down at me with those powerful green eyes. He then rolls us over so he’s looming over me, taking me completely by surprise.

Without a word being said, he slips my boxers off. He keeps his mouth on mine as his hand finds it’s way to my, um, lower region. I try not to, but the moan escapes my lips anyway. This encourages him and he works faster, his arm pumping like a pro. That particular thought makes me blush deep red, knowing I’m the only boyfriend he’s ever had, meaning I was his practice.

“What are you thinking? Nothing too dirty?” He says, noticing my blush.

Deciding to play along with this, I grab his curls and pull his lips to my neck as he continues.

“Just h-how you’re a bit t-t-too good at this.” I stutter, shivering in pleasure. Then, I can’t hold back the light screams anymore. To make them quieter, Harry lets me bury my face in his shoulder. His smell makes me feel dizzy. Holy shit, this guy has made me get high.

Let me just tell you: being high on Styles is the best thing in the world.

When we lay next to each other, me trying to get my breathing under control, I can’t help but run my hand through his messy curls. They’re just a mop of curls, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“Am I forgiven, Captain Curly?” I ask.

He pretends to think it over, then nods.

“I think you proved yourself quite well.” He says trying to act mature.

After silence, he turns into the normal Hazza.

“Um, can I…ask something?”

“You just did.” I answer with a grin. When he’s silent, I sigh. “Shoot away, Haz.”

I’ve never seen him more embarrassed, and I immediately know it has something to do with what I ‘tried out.’ He keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling to avoid my eyes.

“Did you…not enjoy it?” I ask just as embarrassed as him.

“No! I mean- did you, like, only do that because you felt like you had to, or because you wanted to?” He rambles.

“I wanted to, Harry.” I say, staring at the ceiling. “Would you mind…if I did it again sometime?”

His hand finds mine under the sheets and I turn to look at him. He’s already staring at me, his green eyes smiling along with his lips.

Such a great smile…

“As long as I get to return the favor.” He whispers, sending me into cardiac arrest.

“Tomorrow?” I blurt out, anxious.

“Absolutely. It’s a date.”