Larrendall

Chapter 1

Louis' POV

"Fuck you're huge" groaned the bartender whose name I don't care to remember.

"My dick or me bastard?"

He just stared at me and rolled his eyes and fuck; didn't that turn me on more than I already was. Do I plan to see him again after this? No. However, I do plan on having a good time.

"Are you going to suck me off or not?" I grunted in response, eager to reach some sort of climax.

As those words left my mouth he bent down and his hand grabbed a hold of my cock, his hand creating friction by going up and down my size. His eyes met mine and it was clear that he was hesitating, probably debating whether or not to put me inside his mouth. He proved his purpose though, my tip collided with the man's lips and he began to bob his head up and down. I moaned loudly at this action, the alcohol in my system that he served me moments before, making me sensitive. My hands trailed down to his hair and tugged harshly while he moaned in response. I bit down on my bottom lip in pleasure, feeling the familiar burning pit in my stomach.

"Fuck!" I shouted rather audibly as he brought up his right hand to cup my balls and the other to squeeze my ass. I felt myself get closer to my high as he continued his marvellous work.

Out of absolute nowhere, someone started to bang on the door of the single unisex bathroom we happened to be in. Now I got a case of blue balls, a fucking great way to finish the evening.

The bartender pushed me away almost immediately like a reflex, it was clear that the guy seemed utterly stressed. The wimp suddenly ran and opened the entrance door and bolted out. Now that leaves me with the prick who stopped me from cumming.

"Shit sorry I didn't know you were doing someone, I just wanted to piss" the curly haired bloke with emerald eyes shook his head in dismay. He looked no older than 30 and I had a feeling he was already judging me because of the situation we were currently in.

"Stop looking at me with those judgy eyes, you walked in on a guy giving me a blow job, not me assassinating someone." I tried to laugh it off as a joke and to shed light on what was happening but I was failing.

"Well I wasn't planning on walking into a gay porno or anything." He smirked, amused by this whole thing. Not going to lie, it was starting to piss me off. I wanted my dominance back. What do I have to lose?

I proceeded to make my way over towards this attractive but irritating stranger, my eyes not leaving his until our chests were touching. I leaned into his ear and rasped, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it, I can see that delicious bulge in your pants. I can have you kneeling down for me, looking pretty with your precious pink lips wrapped around my cock." I then continued to lick his ear lobe. I took a step back smirking, knowing I got to him because of his shaking exterior.

"I'm-I'm straight." He muttered, probably trying to convince himself that. But oh well, if he's straight then he's straight.

"Calm down love, I was only joking. Come, buy me a drink because you at least owe me that for interrupting my session before."

We walked out of the bathroom and made our way to the bar. As we were waiting to order, the man who stopped me from receiving a blow job asked, "What's your name?" My eyes couldn't stand looking at his forest green eyes so I looked down at the ground instead. I had an internal fight with myself on whether I should or shouldn't tell him my name.

"My name is..." For a moment I forgot my name and soon realised that I was staring at a place I probably shouldn't be. This is so wrong, he's not attracted to boys. I find myself wanting something from him.

I glanced up at him and finally answered his question.

"My name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson" I attempt to answer with confidence.

"Well I'm Harry Styles." He stuck out his hand for me to shake, the gesture making me feel butterflies as I peered at the man's set of rings on his veiny fingers.

He somehow noticed me glaring at what seemed to be a wedding ring on his ring finger.

"Yes I'm married." Harry studied me in response, looking me up and down, followed by awkward silence.

Finally we made our way to the front of the line to order drinks, after doing so, I purposely found and  sat at a table in a dark corner of the club.

"How old are you?" Harry questioned out of the blue.

"I'm turning 22 this year and in college, what about you?" I responded, trying to make the conversation flow.

"I'm 30 and a college teacher, I'm new to the area though so I haven't gotten the chance to teach yet."

We received our drinks and settled into our seats. We continued to talk to each other until the club was nearly empty and the more we spoke the more personal questions were brought up. The clock on the dim lit wall seemed to spin as we drowned ourselves with what seemed to be bourbon or whiskey.

"So you're telling me that you're a college teacher and you don't know how to spell permanent?"  I couldn't contain my laughter because of how silly this was. We just were talking about how Harry won his spelling bee in the fourth grade, but he couldn't spell the word permanent. He didn't seem happy that I was laughing.

"Fuck off Lou" Harry snarled, his face displaying annoyance but a hint of humor could be heard underneath.

"Yes daddy" I joked for what was probably the millionth time in 5 minutes. Usually I'm the one getting called daddy but I just wanted to piss him off even more.

The mood suddenly changed drastically and I felt Harry shift under the table to get out of his seat and soon enough he was so close to me that he was sitting on my lap.

"You're making me so hard baby. So hard" Harry grunted and shifted in my lap so I could feel his erection on my thigh. He brought his damp, pink lips to the soft spot in my neck and began to nibble, eagerness swept over me but this all felt wrong. He's drunk.

"How would your wife take this?" I never usually care about this stuff when I'm fucking the shit out of someone but since talking to Harry, I don't want him to regret meeting me.

"Fuck you're right. I um-I got to go." Harry immediately stood up and left the building without saying another word. I don't think I'm going to be seeing him again, it was fun while it lasted I guess. Goodbye Mr Styles.