Louis was late, unusually late for his lesson with Harry. It wasn’t his fault though; he had had trouble getting an excuse to miss. He ended up asking to go to the nurse’s office. Of course that was complete rubbish, he ran down the hall feeling his pulse race as he neared the spot, their spot.

Louis skidded to a stop when he saw Harry sitting there looking p***** off. He immediately went into submissive mode. “What’s wrong?”

Harry looked up, only seemingly noticing the lad walk up. “I didn’t think you were going to show,” he mumbled looking at the bottle of lubrication he was fidgeting with.

Louis dropped down to his knees and took the bottle from him and sat it down and took Harry’s hands, he rubbed circles in his palms before placing them on his hips. The brave lad then connected his lips with Harry’s red ones and crawled onto his lap. Harry kissed back and seemed to spring out of whatever mood he had been in and pulled Louis closer to him.

Feeling relieved, Louis started rolling his hips into his partners and deepened the kiss. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he was just going with it. Anything to cheer up Harry, and have him call Louis by his pet name, like normal.

Things started heating up and both lads seemed to forget about Harry’s unhappiness, and the formalities of the lesson plan. They just needed each other and needed each other quickly. Large hands were all over Louis’ body and then all of the sudden his trousers and pants were off.

He was still on Harry’s lap and Harry was struggling to get his own trousers and pants down. Louis smacked his hands away and undid the snaps and with a little cooperation got both of Harry’s bottoms down. All the while Harry had been fumbling with the bottle beside him and finally was able to coat his erection with it.

The lowerclassmen looked to Harry for guidance. When Harry spoke his voice was low and raspy with need, but still managed to sound gentle and patient. “Just sit. I’ll do the rest.”

Louis did as he was told and with some help from the upperclassmen, he slowly slid himself onto Harry’s member. It was different this way, being in control, but not really.

Harry searched Louis’ face before grabbing a hold of his light brown locks and snogging him proper. He waited for the younger lad to begin kissing back and then started rolling his hips upward into him.

Louis let a soft noise escape from his throat and then as if Harry sensed that he needed comfort he moved his lips to Louis’ throat. Harry started pushing into Louis a lot harder and faster as he bit and licked at the younger lad’s throat. Louis tilted his head back giving him more access and let out a quiet groan and found himself moving with Harry so that he was sort of bouncing on his lap.

A low growl escaped from Harry’s lips and the vibrations tickled Louis’ neck in the most pleasant way. Harry untangled his fingers from Louis’ hair and moved them down to his hips so that he could pull Louis up and push into him harder. A scream caught in Louis’ throat when Harry did that and he was thankful that he was able to keep from screaming out.

Harry smirked and licked the hollow of Louis throat and kept pulling him up by his hips and pushing him back down. At this point Louis was starting to get squirmy because Harry was hitting that one spot over and over again and he had to be quiet and he was really feeling overwhelmed.

Like a saviour Harry realized what he was doing to the younger lad and wrapped his large hand around his member. Louis squeaked at the contact and Harry started touching Louis slowly and teasingly. Louis whined in frustration and rocked his hips into Harry’s hand trying to get him to go faster, but all he accomplished was causing Harry to shift inside him and hit that wondrous spot again.

Harry quickly covered Louis mouth with his own to keep the lowerclassmen from screaming out; instead he just made a sound in the back of his throat. Harry kept pushing in and out of Louis and working Louis’ member and kissing Louis until finally the poor lad was a sweaty moaning mess and was spilling into Harry’s large hand. Harry followed soon after.

Louis pulled away and gave Harry an apologetic look before leaning against Harry’s shoulder to catch his breath. Harry pulled a tissue from his blazer pocket and wiped his hand off and leant his slightly damp curls against the cinderblock wall.

After catching his wind, a smile crept onto Louis’ face and he looked at Harry leaned against the wall like that and said, “Feeling better now, Styles?”

Harry frowned and straightened up. “I was, but I’ve got places to be now,” he croaked, his voice strained and he all but pushed Louis off of him.

Louis sat there confused as he stared up at the lad he had just been shagged by who was quickly fixing his clothing and running off to one of the back exit’s to the car park. Louis leaned his head against the cool cinderblock and wondered what had just happened. It was almost as if Harry had reverted back into the block who just wanted to get his end away and leave without another word.

Which of course, was sort of the agreement that the two had worked out, but Louis had thought that things were changing. Apparently he was just being a tit.

Notes

Sorry for taking so long to get this out. I just got settled in college and I hadn't had a chance to write until today. I've had the room all to myself. :) Any who this won't be long, but I think you all knew that.