No Strings Attached

Chapter Eight

“I just don’t want you getting star struck or anything,” Zayn said very seriously, and Louis had to laugh at that one. 

“Come on, Zayn! You must be joking.” He released Rosie back to her earlier position after she fussed from being held too long. She swatted at a ladybug that was roaming in the grass beside her chubby leg. “Harry’s a normal bloke. There’s nothing to be ‘star struck’ about.” 

“I don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Hurt?” 

“You take your relationships very seriously,” Zayn explained, trying to be careful with his words. “First it was Hannah, and I saw how you were after that. And then the whole Eleanor thing happened and…Lou, I’m only looking out for you because I love you and I don’t want you getting wrecked again.”

Warmth and affection for Zayn bloomed inside of Louis. He was right; Louis really only ever had two serious relationships and Zayn had been there for each of them, had played witness to their respective ends. He was only completely justified in being as cautious as he was. But this thing with Harry…it wasn’t a normal relationship. It hadn’t even started out like one. There were no words to describe it, but it certainly wasn’t anything to worry over. 

“Mate, you’re amazing. Did you know that?” Louis offered gently. “Even if you sounded completely gay just then.” 

“You would know about being gay,” Zayn grumbled lowly, although he couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his face. 

“Yeah, I guess I would, wouldn’t I?” Louis grinned in return, thankful to have a friend like Zayn. “But seriously, don’t worry about me. It’s a thing on the side, a parenthesis. I know that.” 

“Good.” 

They sat in silence for a bit, save for Rosie’s occasional murmur of fascination whenever she discovered something new lurking in the grass around her. As he absorbed the scene before him, Louis couldn’t help but feel wholly content with his life right now. Somehow, it all kind of clicked together. He ignored the tiny voice in the back of his mind that suggested it was all short-lived, and instead chose to relax and let the rarity of today’s splendor wash over him. 

***

“Fuck,” Louis moaned into the pillow. “Fuck, Harry.” 

Harry looked up from where he had spent the past fifteen minutes between Louis’ legs, his face flustered and awash with hazy contentment. 

“Really? Fuck already? I’m using all my best techniques here, Tomlinson – ” 

“Shut the fuck up and get back to it already,” Louis demanded, his voice hoarse with impatience. He didn’t care how uncouth he sounded just then; all he could think about was Harry’s beautiful and perfect mouth. 

Harry only raised his brow in amusement and wordlessly went back to work without needing to be told twice. He encircled Louis’ cock with his pink lips, slowly tasting every inch that penetrated his mouth. They were on Louis’ bed and what had started out as an innocent conversation quickly turned into tossed clothing, needy whispers, and horizontal entanglements before Harry snaked his way down to Louis’ lower half, much to the other boy’s surprise. He hadn’t asked to be sucked off, but Harry figured it was the generous thing to do. Louis deserved a good blowjob. 

Louis’ mind raced to the other blowjobs he received in the past, although they were certainly few and far between. Girls, he gathered, didn’t exactly seem to enjoy sucking cock, or perhaps it was exclusive to the two girls he dated long enough to reach that point. Regardless, Harry’s sheer willingness to perform the deed made his methodology with a dick that much more superior, that much more heated and passionate. As Harry hummed and bobbed his head up and down on his length, Louis clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. It took all the effort he could muster to keep from bucking into Harry’s mouth, although that didn’t mean he hadn’t done so once or twice since he began. Thankfully, Harry had the foresight to press his hips down with one of his arms.