Summary- Louis Tomlinson is a 19 year old and Harry Styles is 18 years old. They probably would have never met and would have never ended up being step brothers, if it weren't for unforseen circumstances and a wild concealing decision. Will a heated...
As soon as we enter the house, he wishes me a good night and goes towards his room. I wish him back and as I sit down on the couch, I get a notification from Zayn. It was a short video of how the party looked actually. I read the mssg attached to the video,
"Everyone is here, except you Lou. C'mon, join us. We are getting bored anyways, without you" I smile a tired smile at his message. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go or not. Maybe I could go there for sometime. Harry is sleeping anyways. I will be back in an hour or so. I made up my mind and went to Harry's room to inform him of the same. He obviously doesn't say anything and I felt somewhat relieved. I go to my room and get changed into something more party appropriate.
I bid Harry a goodbye as he firmly locks the doors and i set off to the party. I have to say, I enjoyed more than I had thought I will. And besides, I got some girls grinding on me, I mean what else could I have wanted more than that. But as I was dancing with some girl, my eyes fell on a couple who were making out with the girl sitting on his lap and he was rocking her hips. My thoughts immediately drifted to the time Harry and I made out exactly like that. In that instant, all the things I was thinking were fun turned out annoying. I excused myself from the dance floor and bid adieu to all the people i knew. All three of us left the party together and I unlocked the main door silently and proceeded for a glass of water. As I was drinking, I hear footsteps...
"Oh...hey..when did you come back??" Harry asks me immediately.
"Just about now.." I say as I absent mindedly sip the water, taking in his sceneric sight. He wasn't wearing a shirt obviously but the thought of us making out hadn't still left my mind. But that didn't mean he had to know about it.
"Soo...how was the party?" He asks in his deep voice, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"It was okay...I guess" I say putting the glass down.
"From what Zayn sent me I think it was pretty fun, wasn't it?" He smirks at me.
My breath catches. I stayed silent as he stared at me in amusement. What did he want me to say? Yes, I had girls grinding on me, it was fun...yayy!??
"U came back pretty early...why?" He asked grinning. His curiosity looked fake. And shit...what was I supposed to say? Oh yeah, I wanted to make out with u Harry because I saw someone doing that, and obviously because I totally did not just agreed to have boundaries with you..
"Yeah, I was having a headache, so-" I started making up an excuse but got interrupted.
"Headache or a different kind of problem?" He smirks as he moves closer to me.
What the fuck is he doing??? I couldn't form a single coherent sentence as he kept getting closer and closer until I was caged in a corner. I stared into his eyes and lips. I had not the slightest idea why he was doing what he was doing but I knew I wanted it as much. He leans down as if to kiss me but then goes to the other side, grabbing a glass from behind me and moving away. I stare at him in shock and surprise.
"You seem like you wanted to kiss me..." He asks sipping water.
"No...i didn't! Good night Harry!" I blurt out angrily, as I make my way past him to go to anywhere but near him.
I had just passed him when he grabs my wrist and turns me around and walks me into the wall. My mind went blank. Now I was caged between the wall and his one arm. He leans down as his breath fans over my face and neck. It was getting harder to keep the boundary. The lines were blurring. And I couldn't stop looking at his eyes and how his throat was moving. God I wanted to bite his neck. I gulped as he brushed our lips just a smidge. What ever happened to me?? Why am I getting so desperate to have him, His lips on me, his hands on me, his teeth on my neck, his tongue in my mouth, his head between my thighs??
"So u don't want me to do this..." He says as he gently kisses my neck. Goosebumps erupted in my body. My breathing was getting faster as he kept kissing my neck. As if this couldn't turn hotter, he grabs my waist as he plants my back completely on the wall and bites the skin of my neck. I hiss at the sudden pain while simultaneously feeling his smile against my neck.
"Harry...the rules...." I pant as I try pushing him away from me.
He lifts his head from where it had been busy with marking my neck and before I could say anything more, he subtly inserted his knee in between my legs as he pressed our chests together and said in his raspy and deep voice,
"Rules are meant to be broken..I want to-"
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Before he could finish the sentence, I kissed him deeply and he reverted back with equal passion. This time the kiss was filled with hunger, a teeth crashing kiss and tongues fighting for dominance, lips not wanting to leave or depart from the taste of each other. His hands finally land on my hips as he slowly starts moving me on his knee as my hands find his neck and his hard on. We moan into each other's mouth as he lifts me up and puts me on the kitchen counter as we both unbutton our pants while still kissing like hungry and desperate teenagers. His hand slips underneath my underwear and mine slips under his at the same time and we moan in unison. We both start moving our hands together as our lips find each other again. He uses his other hand as he pulls me closer making me whimper against his lips. He smirked as he held me close while he increased the pace and I groaned in pleasure. Surprisingly with his each fast paced strokes, my strokes were also getting faster. We were both moaning loud and our hands were straining and even though, it was getting hard to keep our feet on the ground and have our thoughts sane, we both couldn't stop. Not when watching how desperate we were getting with each kiss and each touch. We both know it is wrong but we can't stop. We cum hearing each other moan and whimper at the touch of the other.
We were panting really hard. Harry was trying to keep his composure while I was just restraining myself from having Harry's cum covered fingers in my mouth. I know it's sounds dirty but that's how I was feeling in this moment. Unregretting and slutty. We knew there was no turning back now and there literally wasn't any way left to turn to.
From then on, it became a thing between us. Sneaking off from classes to give each other handjobs in empty classrooms, making out in a cubicle, blowing each other as soon as we entered the house, touching each other under the desks, sexting, getting off together...it became so normal between us that we literally couldn't keep our hands off of each other. The best time had been when, after some girl flirted with him in the college corridor, I took him to my room upstairs and blowed him until his thigh shook with pleasure and his nails tore a hole in my pillow. However, we agreed this is all it is. A way to feel pleasure but with no feelings whatsoever, kind of like a friends with benefits situation. And we agreed, none of us would dare to fall for each other. And we obviously wouldn't...like we absolutely hate each other! And the feeling is mutual,
