Louis had tried to recreate some of his ‘teachers’ handy work throughout the week, but he could not seem to replicate the way Harry moved his wrist. So needless to say when the next Tuesday rolled around Louis was blue with anticipation.


“Are you really going to see Styles again?” Liam questioned again just to make sure.


Louis huffed and blew his fringe out of his eyes. “Yes, of course I am. What do you expect me to just quit him?”


Liam gave an end all look. “Well, mate, I thought the fact that Styles left you without a word with your d*** in the air might make you reconsider things. I mean didn’t you want to do all your firsts with someone you cared about? Not just blow through them in a month?”


Louis pushed off the locker beside Liam’s; he was leaning on, and returned his mates look. “Would you turn down Harry, if he had chose you and not me?”


Liam shut his locker and sighed. “No, I wouldn’t. Just because Styles is hot, doesn’t mean I would f*** him.”


Louis frowned; he didn’t like that Liam was making him sound like a cheap whore, when there was so much worse that he could be doing. “Whatever, Li, I’ve got to get on or I’ll be late and I don’t think Harry would much like that,” Louis replied legging it down the hall.


“You’re late, titch,” the taller upperclassmen growled.


“Sorry, I got held up by my mate Liam,” Louis apologized, a nervous pit rising in his stomach.


“That is not an acceptable excuse, you will be punished. No kissing this time, I expect you to get hard on your own,” Harry demanded.


Louis stuck out his bottom lip and pouted, but it wasn’t a hard task to accomplish (no pun intended), all he had to do was think about the way the lad touched him and bam, he was rock hard.


Harry surveyed the bulge in Louis’ trousers and rubbed his hands together in approval. “Alright, titch, for your next lesson I need you to exercise better self-control than you did last week.”


Louis nodded and assumed the position of back flat against the wall and waited patiently. Harry grinned and undid Louis’ trousers, slipping a finger into his pants, stroking lightly like it were a family pet. “You know, I never told you, but you do taste good. You’ve got your own little tang. I like it,” Harry murmured lowering himself to eye level with Louis’ bulge.


Confusion swept through Louis, until he remembered Harry liked to do recaps of the last lesson. “I think I’d like to taste you sometime,” Louis said in a breathy whisper.


“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, titch,” Harry mumbled shimming the younger lad’s pants down to his ankles, chuckling in delight when Louis’ erection sprang out.


Louis looked down at Harry with dreamy eyes, waiting for what was to come next. Harry pressed his lips to the side of Louis’ d***, sucking and licking over it. Louis shut his eyes at how amazing the things the upperclassmen were doing to him, he was sure he would explode from the ecstasy. “God, you’re so good with your mouth,” Louis whispered.


Harry’s eyes danced. “I know, in a minute we’ll see if you’re good with yours.” Harry licked his lips before putting Louis’ member all the way in his mouth, making the lad crackers.
The entire time that Harry was bobbing his head all Louis could think about was touching the forbidden curls, and before he knew it he was reaching out and tangling his fingers deep in the brunette’s luscious locks. He only got a bit of a feel for the curls when Harry stopped what he was doing and shot up looking Louis in the eye.


“No, don’t touch. That’s very bad, titch. Your time is over, now it’s my turn. Get on your knees,” Harry commanded unclasping his belt.


Louis gulped and did as he was told, taking Harry’s pants with him. He was a bit hesitant after that, he had never done such things with a boy. Surely it couldn’t be that hard to figure out; he had watched Harry do it two different occasions now.


“Titch, something tells me you’ve never done this,” Harry mused with a devilish glint of amusement twinkling in his green eyes.


Louis cleared his throat and looked up through his lashes at Harry, not wanting to look at him proper because of embarrassment. “What gave me away?”


“It’s just like sucking on a lolly,” was all Harry offered before debagging himself so that his slowly forming erection popped out into Louis’ face.


Just like sucking on a lolly, Louis thought repeating his instructor’s words. Without any further hesitation, Louis ran his tongue along the length of Harry’s member one or twice, to get it fully erect, before taking just the tip into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around Harry’s slit just the way it was done to him and then he started bobbing his head, taking in more as he did.


And the longer it went on the more Louis realized it wasn’t so bad. He kind of liked the feeling of being in control of someone like that; after all he was better than what he thought for his first time doing it because Harry had opened and closed his eyes so many times Louis had at first thought he had gotten something in them.


“S***, titch, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were lying about never sucking someone off before,” Harry said and it was meant to be a whisper, but Louis had done something particularly amazing and it had come out as a whine instead.


Louis smirked up at Harry, gaining more confidence, and started fondling the other thing dangling between the upperclassmen’s thighs. That was rewarded by Harry grabbing two fistfuls of Louis’ hair and shoving him into his hips. Unfortunately, that wasn’t something Louis was prepared for.


He pulled away choking and gagging at the added length that was forced into his mouth. He covered his mouth, his cheeks flashing with heat, and glanced up at Harry. He was sure he would be in trouble for stopping, but it wasn’t his fault, Harry had been the one to choke him.


Going against Louis’ expectations, Harry leant down and placed a sloppy kiss on the smaller boy’s lips. Louis tensed up unsure whether he was supposed to kiss back or not. He didn’t have a chance to decide; Harry pushed him in an upright position and shoved him against the wall. His long fingers were inside Louis before he even knew what going on, and they were so warm and it felt so nice.


The feeling of even any part of Harry inside Louis was enough to make him weak in the knees; it was all he could do to keep from his legs giving out on him and then Harry’s fingers were gone and Louis was still feeling a bit weak. But he didn’t have any time to recuperate because Harry commanded Louis’ to hitch his leg’s around the taller boy’s hip bones, and Louis eagerly did as he was told, making it so that a lot of his weight was supported by his back against the wall.


“Now listen, titch, you’ve got to stay quiet, okay?” Harry instructed close to Louis’ ear.


Louis nodded in compliance and his heart thundered in his chest with the realization of what was happening. There was a lad between his legs, and he was about to lose his virginity, to Harry Styles a sixth form student, in the hall, while he was supposed to be in class.


Harry waited for Louis to change his mind and when he didn’t he lined himself up with Louis’ bum and slid himself in. Louis immediately tensed up with pain, he knew that it was supposed to hurt, but he didn’t know how much.


“Relax,” Harry murmured rubbing circles on Louis’ hips. When Louis made no change Harry spoke again softer that time. “Relax, once I start it won’t be as bad, but I can’t do nothing if you won’t relax.”


Louis was surprised enough by the change in his instructor’s tone, that he actually listened, and with great effort managed to let his muscles go slack. Once he did that Harry began rocking his hips into Louis slowly at first, still letting him adjust.


After a rhythm was established Harry began placing kisses on Louis’ neck and collar bone, in their haste to get on with the lesson neither had unbuttoned their tops, so that was the only exposed skin Harry could get to, and that seemed to help Louis stay relaxed.


“ ‘m going to faster now, okay,” Harry warned looking at Louis’ face for a reaction.


“Okay,” Louis grunted.


True to his word Harry picked up his speed so that he was actually thrusting in and out of Louis. And even though it had hurt at first, when Harry started going faster it all dissolved away and Louis started feeling really good.


“F***, this feels so good,” Louis managed.


It was hard for him to concentrate on words; all he could think was what he was feeling, the cold cinderblock biting into his back, and the white hot heat coursing through his entire body. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and that’s when he realized that Harry was hitting a certain bundle of nerves over and over again.


Harry must’ve realized what he was doing to Louis because he very carefully freed up a hand and began stroking the younger lad’s member, causing him to become squirmy. Louis felt like he was coming undone, between Harry thrusting inside him and Harry stroking him. He slammed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.


“Open them,” Harry growled squeezing Louis a little roughly.


Louis was going to yelp, but it got stuck in his throat, a moan escaping instead, and he did as he was told. Well, to be fair he just slitted them so that he could see Harry. It was then when he looked at Harry, and took in the sweat beading at his hairline, his eyes squinted as well, and his teeth ruining his bottom lip, he realized that he should have had is eyes there the entire time.


Louis had no time to warn Harry, it happened so fast. One minute he was taking in Harry’s face and the next he was blowing his load on Harry’s oxford. Harry didn’t have a chance to react because he followed Louis’ lead and finished seconds after him.


Louis looked at Harry slowly coming down off of his high waiting for what was to come next. And Harry, well, Harry just went in for a slow deep kiss that made Louis’ toes curl in his loafers.
Harry pulled away after a while and licked his lips. “I’ve got to get going, but I can’t wait for next week’s lesson.”


Louis nodded, he knew that was coming. “I can’t either.”


Wordlessly, Harry pulled out of Louis and helped him get his feet on the ground before turning and walking to the sixth form wing toilets, tucking himself in along the way.


Louis stared after Harry for a moment before taking himself to the toilets.


The year eleven student stood in front of the full length mirror in the toilets, straightening his clothes, and wondered if Harry was ever so tender with anyone else. It was odd, like he had almost switched personas when he realized that Louis was in pain, it was so unlike the conceited, self-absorbed, Styles everyone else was used to. It was kind of nice, and Louis wondered if it would always be like that when they were having their secret meetings in the hall, or if it was just because it was his first time.


Louis shook off his thoughts as he tucked himself away and stepped over to the sink. He couldn’t think about that stuff, he had to concentrate on not missing two classes in a row. But it was too hard to ditch the thought that he had just lost his virginity in the school hall, to Harry Edward Styles, and it was amazing.

Notes

I love the crap out of this filth. Gah. <3

I am writing some scrumptious lovin' right now that was inspired by a conversation I had with someone on tumblr about how hot it is when Harry tops. Gahhh.