Breaking All The Rules (Larry Stylinson)
Chapter nine
*Harry’s POV*
Jason and the rest of the gang weren’t very happy when I got back to the apartment. They said I took too long to get back so I made up a lie about seeing my mom at the store and getting caught up in a conversation with her. Marcus didn’t believe me but Jason seemed to buy it.
I told them she invited me to stay with her tonight and that I’d accepted. Jason seemed to think I was lying for a moment but he came around.
I packed a bag and left the guys at the apartment. As long as they don’t know where I’m actually going I’ll be okay.
I cut through the park and made my way back to Louis’ house. Because of it being dark, it takes a little longer than I would have liked it to but it just gives me more time to think about what I’m doing.
I finally make it to Louis’ house and walk up the front steps. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to just walk in or not so I take the safe road and knock on the door. A few moments later, a sleepy looking Louis pulls the door open. It’s obvious he was asleep. I feel bad for waking him but at the same time, I’m glad I did. He’s even cute when he’s sleepy.
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” I tell him, shifting my bag on my shoulder.
“No, it’s okay,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I’m glad you came back.”
I’m still not used to his voice being so soft and friendly. I hope it’ll stay that way.
“So, are you hungry? I just bought groceries,” he jokes.
I laugh to myself and close the door behind me. I set my bag down by the door and watch him walk to the kitchen.
“I’ll only eat if you do, I’m not that hungry,” I answer.
“Want some macaroni?”
“Sure.”
I sit down at his table and look out the back window. The lawn is as overgrown back there as it is in the front. I’m guessing he doesn’t go out there very often. I can’t imagine how annoying that long grass would be if he spent a lot of time out there.
Louis puts a pot of water on the stove and lights the burner. It takes a while for the water to boil but we don’t really say anything while it does.
I can feel the tension in the air; it’s obvious Louis is uncomfortable. I don’t blame him, really. I’d be uncomfortable if I were in his position too. He’s just realized he’s gay and he’s already having a guy stay the night at his house. It’s a lot to take in in one day but maybe he’s better at change than others.
The macaroni is finally done and he dishes it out in two bowls and slides me one across the table. He takes a seat across from me and I catch him staring at me a few times but I don’t say anything.
We eat in silence, looking everywhere but at each other. I’m not uncomfortable at all, but I’m acting like I am so Louis feels a little more at ease. I know that’s not how it’s supposed to work but maybe it’ll help a little.
“Louis, you don’t have to be quiet,” I say after a while. “You can talk to me.”
He looks up at me and finishes chewing.
“Sorry,” he says. “I’m just so new at all of this, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“I know, but being quiet isn’t going to get you anywhere. Tell me what’s on your mind,” I suggest.
He looks thoughtful for a second before answering.
“I don’t know, I’m just trying to figure everything out. This morning, I was straight and now I guess I’m not. It all happened so fast and I don’t know how to deal with it. What if it’s just a phase?”
I had that same thought when I found out I was gay. I thought maybe it was just a part of growing up but I quickly realized it wasn’t.
“Trust me, it’s not.”
“How do you know?”
“I thought the same thing when I realized I might be gay. Besides, have you ever heard of a gaydar?”
“That’s real?”
“Yep. And mine’s pretty strong. You’re about as straight as a roundabout, Louis.”
He takes a deep breath and goes silent again. I know that’s not what he wanted to hear but someone had to tell him sooner or later.
We finish the rest of our dinner in silence and Louis washes the dishes while I sit on the couch in the living room. I’m going to give him as much space as he needs, I’ll probably even sleep on the couch if he doesn’t send me home early. I hope he doesn’t, I really want to get to know him better than just his gang reputation. I know he’ll still have to act like he hates me when we’re around our gangs but I think we’ll have a nice time when we’re alone.
Louis finishes the dishes and comes to sit with me on the couch. He turns the TV on and drapes his arm across the back of the couch, barely letting it go behind me. I don’t dare move, he might pull back.
He flips through the channels until he finds a movie. It takes me a while to realize what it is and when I do, I’m glad he chose it. Maybe the Notebook will get him to open up a little.
About halfway through the movie, I see tears start to show in his eyes and I know his emotional walls are crumbling. I’m not sure why he would choose this movie if he knew this would happen but I don’t say anything. Instead, I decide to keep quiet until he wants to talk.
Nearly 10 minutes later, he’s moved closer to me and slipped his arms around my waist. His head is resting on my shoulder and I feel wet spots on my shirt where his tears are falling off his face. I’m taken completely by surprise when he does this but I don’t protest one bit.
I drape my arm across his back and let him lay on me. He doesn’t even seem to notice and I take that as a good sign. Maybe he’s going to adjust faster than I thought. I’m proud of him.
When the movie ends, Louis lays there for a moment, watching the credits roll. After he gathers his bearings, he grabs the remote and turns the TV off. He looks at me, our faces only inches apart. His right arm is still behind my waist and my arm is still on his back.
Before I know what’s happening, Louis smashes his lips to mine. It takes me by surprise but I don’t pull away. I can’t take the chance of messing things up between us.
He kisses me harder, leaning me back until I’m laying down with him on top of me.
*Louis’ POV*
After the movie’s over I know what I want to do and now is the perfect time. I kissed Harry with everything I had, laying him down at the same time.
The kiss felt so real, so right. I never wanted it to end. Harry doesn’t pull away and I know he wants it as badly as I do. I’m glad he doesn’t object or let me rethink anything; I don’t want to. If he’s so sure I’m gay, I might as well give him the benefit of the doubt and go with it, right?
I lay on top of him, making sure to take away any chance of him getting away. I feel him getting hard under me and I know I’ve got him in the palm of my hand.
“Louis,” Harry moans against my lips.
“Harry,” I moan back.
I’ve had heavy kisses in my past but none nearly as passionate as this one.
“Louis, get off me,” he says.
My heart sinks as I break the kiss.
“What?” I say in a nearly inaudible whisper.
“Just get up,” he demands.
I lift myself off of him, trying my best to keep my face free of emotion. Harry sits up and runs his hands through his hair. He turns to look at me with the most adorable look in his eyes.
“Why did yo-”
Before I can finish, he’s kissing me again. He’s in control this time and I don’t know what to do.
“I want to show you how it’s done,” he says against my lips.
My heart beats faster as he slips his tongue into my mouth. He’s moving faster than I thought he would but I don’t care; I love it.
He shoves me down on the couch and pulls my shirt over my head. He’s aggressive and I find that extremely attractive.
He gently bites my bottom lip and my blood is pumping.
“Take your pants off,” he commands.
I do as I’m told and undo my belt and slid my pants down my legs. I’m left in only my boxers and I know if he looks down he’ll see erection I’ve recently acquired.
He pulls his shirt over his head, only briefly breaking our kiss. When he’s tossed the shirt to the floor, he’s right back on my lips. My heart is racing and I’m nearly sweating at this point but nothing matters besides Harry’s touch.
His fingers find their way to the waistband of my boxers and my skin tingles everywhere he touches.
“Harry…” I moan quietly.
“Shh,” he whispers seductively. “Let me do something for you.”
My stomach does a flip at the sound of his raspy voice.
His mouth moves from my lips to my jawbone to my neck. He plants small kisses everywhere, all the while working my boxers down to my ankles. He takes them off and tosses them aside, moving his kisses down my chest and stomach.
I lay my head back on the couch so I don’t have to watch. I want to, I just don’t know how long I’d be able to last. Butterflies fill my stomach; I don’t want this to stop.
“Just relax…” I hear him whisper.
He kisses my waist and makes his way down further. My skin is tingling everywhere he kisses me and I squeeze my eyes shut. I clear my mind and focus on the feeling.
I lose his touch for a moment and open my eyes right as I feel something wet. I look down and Harry has his mouth sliding down my erection, his eyes locked on mine.
I quickly close my eyes again so I can take in all of the feeling. He moves his mouth up and down, pressing his tongue against me in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
I’ve had Brittany blow me before but nothing as good as this. I know she’s experienced but she must not have cared much, since this is the best feeling I’ve ever had. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last if Harry keeps going the way he is.
“Harry,” I sigh when he slows down.
He pulls off a moment and I’m disappointed.
“I want you to watch,” he says.
I’m a little taken aback by his words but I lift myself up on my elbows so I can see him. His innocent eyes look up at me as he takes me back into his mouth.
My breath hitches in my chest as he moves up and down again. His tongue feels amazing and I know it’s not going to take much to send me over the edge.
He moves a little faster than in the beginning and I feel my core tense up. I’m trying to hold back so I can enjoy this as long as I can, but when Harry looks up at me with his gorgeous eyes, I’m done for.
I squeeze my eyes shut and my head falls back. I let go into Harry’s mouth and something tells me he isn’t planning on spitting.
“Harry,” I say, louder than I had before. “Oh, god.”
When I’ve finished, he pulls off and sits up. I recompose myself and look at him again. He’s licking his lips in a way more seductive than I ever thought to be possible.
“How was that?” He asks.
“Amazing,” I manage to reply.
He smiles and tosses me my boxers off the floor.
“Maybe you can try on me sometime,” he suggests.
I feel my cheeks grow warm at his words but I don’t protest. I’m not sure if I’d be good at it, but I’m sure I’d be willing to try if the time was right.
I slide my boxers back up and grab the rest of my clothes.
“I hope you don’t plan on sleeping on the couch,” I say.
Harry looks at me with a blank expression.
“You did, didn’t you?”
He nods in response.
“Well, you’re not. Come on.” I walk to my bedroom and look back to make sure Harry is following.
I’m glad I cleaned my room before he came over, the mess would have been really embarrassing.
I toss my clothes into the laundry basket and pull the covers back on my bed.
“You can take your clothes off if you like,” I tell him.
He pulls his shirt over his head and I’m drawn to his torso. His abs are extremely visible and he has even more tattoos under his shirt.
He sees me staring as he pulls down his pants and smiles.
“Like what you see?”
All I can do is nod but I know he understands.
I scoot over to the other side of the bed so he has room to get in. I’m not sure what to do, I don’t know how gay guys sleep together. Do they sleep with their backs facing each other? Do they spoon? I guess there’s only one way to find out.
Harry climbs into the bed and I roll onto my side, facing away from him. The covers are pulled up and I feel his arm on me. He’s pressed up against my back and I feel an odd sense of security.
“Is this okay?” He asks quietly.
“Yes,” I answer, smiling to myself.
“Good.”
I like the feeling of Harry’s arm around me as I drift off to sleep. Maybe I’ll have to have him over more often.
Jason and the rest of the gang weren’t very happy when I got back to the apartment. They said I took too long to get back so I made up a lie about seeing my mom at the store and getting caught up in a conversation with her. Marcus didn’t believe me but Jason seemed to buy it.
I told them she invited me to stay with her tonight and that I’d accepted. Jason seemed to think I was lying for a moment but he came around.
I packed a bag and left the guys at the apartment. As long as they don’t know where I’m actually going I’ll be okay.
I cut through the park and made my way back to Louis’ house. Because of it being dark, it takes a little longer than I would have liked it to but it just gives me more time to think about what I’m doing.
I finally make it to Louis’ house and walk up the front steps. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to just walk in or not so I take the safe road and knock on the door. A few moments later, a sleepy looking Louis pulls the door open. It’s obvious he was asleep. I feel bad for waking him but at the same time, I’m glad I did. He’s even cute when he’s sleepy.
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” I tell him, shifting my bag on my shoulder.
“No, it’s okay,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I’m glad you came back.”
I’m still not used to his voice being so soft and friendly. I hope it’ll stay that way.
“So, are you hungry? I just bought groceries,” he jokes.
I laugh to myself and close the door behind me. I set my bag down by the door and watch him walk to the kitchen.
“I’ll only eat if you do, I’m not that hungry,” I answer.
“Want some macaroni?”
“Sure.”
I sit down at his table and look out the back window. The lawn is as overgrown back there as it is in the front. I’m guessing he doesn’t go out there very often. I can’t imagine how annoying that long grass would be if he spent a lot of time out there.
Louis puts a pot of water on the stove and lights the burner. It takes a while for the water to boil but we don’t really say anything while it does.
I can feel the tension in the air; it’s obvious Louis is uncomfortable. I don’t blame him, really. I’d be uncomfortable if I were in his position too. He’s just realized he’s gay and he’s already having a guy stay the night at his house. It’s a lot to take in in one day but maybe he’s better at change than others.
The macaroni is finally done and he dishes it out in two bowls and slides me one across the table. He takes a seat across from me and I catch him staring at me a few times but I don’t say anything.
We eat in silence, looking everywhere but at each other. I’m not uncomfortable at all, but I’m acting like I am so Louis feels a little more at ease. I know that’s not how it’s supposed to work but maybe it’ll help a little.
“Louis, you don’t have to be quiet,” I say after a while. “You can talk to me.”
He looks up at me and finishes chewing.
“Sorry,” he says. “I’m just so new at all of this, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“I know, but being quiet isn’t going to get you anywhere. Tell me what’s on your mind,” I suggest.
He looks thoughtful for a second before answering.
“I don’t know, I’m just trying to figure everything out. This morning, I was straight and now I guess I’m not. It all happened so fast and I don’t know how to deal with it. What if it’s just a phase?”
I had that same thought when I found out I was gay. I thought maybe it was just a part of growing up but I quickly realized it wasn’t.
“Trust me, it’s not.”
“How do you know?”
“I thought the same thing when I realized I might be gay. Besides, have you ever heard of a gaydar?”
“That’s real?”
“Yep. And mine’s pretty strong. You’re about as straight as a roundabout, Louis.”
He takes a deep breath and goes silent again. I know that’s not what he wanted to hear but someone had to tell him sooner or later.
We finish the rest of our dinner in silence and Louis washes the dishes while I sit on the couch in the living room. I’m going to give him as much space as he needs, I’ll probably even sleep on the couch if he doesn’t send me home early. I hope he doesn’t, I really want to get to know him better than just his gang reputation. I know he’ll still have to act like he hates me when we’re around our gangs but I think we’ll have a nice time when we’re alone.
Louis finishes the dishes and comes to sit with me on the couch. He turns the TV on and drapes his arm across the back of the couch, barely letting it go behind me. I don’t dare move, he might pull back.
He flips through the channels until he finds a movie. It takes me a while to realize what it is and when I do, I’m glad he chose it. Maybe the Notebook will get him to open up a little.
About halfway through the movie, I see tears start to show in his eyes and I know his emotional walls are crumbling. I’m not sure why he would choose this movie if he knew this would happen but I don’t say anything. Instead, I decide to keep quiet until he wants to talk.
Nearly 10 minutes later, he’s moved closer to me and slipped his arms around my waist. His head is resting on my shoulder and I feel wet spots on my shirt where his tears are falling off his face. I’m taken completely by surprise when he does this but I don’t protest one bit.
I drape my arm across his back and let him lay on me. He doesn’t even seem to notice and I take that as a good sign. Maybe he’s going to adjust faster than I thought. I’m proud of him.
When the movie ends, Louis lays there for a moment, watching the credits roll. After he gathers his bearings, he grabs the remote and turns the TV off. He looks at me, our faces only inches apart. His right arm is still behind my waist and my arm is still on his back.
Before I know what’s happening, Louis smashes his lips to mine. It takes me by surprise but I don’t pull away. I can’t take the chance of messing things up between us.
He kisses me harder, leaning me back until I’m laying down with him on top of me.
*Louis’ POV*
After the movie’s over I know what I want to do and now is the perfect time. I kissed Harry with everything I had, laying him down at the same time.
The kiss felt so real, so right. I never wanted it to end. Harry doesn’t pull away and I know he wants it as badly as I do. I’m glad he doesn’t object or let me rethink anything; I don’t want to. If he’s so sure I’m gay, I might as well give him the benefit of the doubt and go with it, right?
I lay on top of him, making sure to take away any chance of him getting away. I feel him getting hard under me and I know I’ve got him in the palm of my hand.
“Louis,” Harry moans against my lips.
“Harry,” I moan back.
I’ve had heavy kisses in my past but none nearly as passionate as this one.
“Louis, get off me,” he says.
My heart sinks as I break the kiss.
“What?” I say in a nearly inaudible whisper.
“Just get up,” he demands.
I lift myself off of him, trying my best to keep my face free of emotion. Harry sits up and runs his hands through his hair. He turns to look at me with the most adorable look in his eyes.
“Why did yo-”
Before I can finish, he’s kissing me again. He’s in control this time and I don’t know what to do.
“I want to show you how it’s done,” he says against my lips.
My heart beats faster as he slips his tongue into my mouth. He’s moving faster than I thought he would but I don’t care; I love it.
He shoves me down on the couch and pulls my shirt over my head. He’s aggressive and I find that extremely attractive.
He gently bites my bottom lip and my blood is pumping.
“Take your pants off,” he commands.
I do as I’m told and undo my belt and slid my pants down my legs. I’m left in only my boxers and I know if he looks down he’ll see erection I’ve recently acquired.
He pulls his shirt over his head, only briefly breaking our kiss. When he’s tossed the shirt to the floor, he’s right back on my lips. My heart is racing and I’m nearly sweating at this point but nothing matters besides Harry’s touch.
His fingers find their way to the waistband of my boxers and my skin tingles everywhere he touches.
“Harry…” I moan quietly.
“Shh,” he whispers seductively. “Let me do something for you.”
My stomach does a flip at the sound of his raspy voice.
His mouth moves from my lips to my jawbone to my neck. He plants small kisses everywhere, all the while working my boxers down to my ankles. He takes them off and tosses them aside, moving his kisses down my chest and stomach.
I lay my head back on the couch so I don’t have to watch. I want to, I just don’t know how long I’d be able to last. Butterflies fill my stomach; I don’t want this to stop.
“Just relax…” I hear him whisper.
He kisses my waist and makes his way down further. My skin is tingling everywhere he kisses me and I squeeze my eyes shut. I clear my mind and focus on the feeling.
I lose his touch for a moment and open my eyes right as I feel something wet. I look down and Harry has his mouth sliding down my erection, his eyes locked on mine.
I quickly close my eyes again so I can take in all of the feeling. He moves his mouth up and down, pressing his tongue against me in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
I’ve had Brittany blow me before but nothing as good as this. I know she’s experienced but she must not have cared much, since this is the best feeling I’ve ever had. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last if Harry keeps going the way he is.
“Harry,” I sigh when he slows down.
He pulls off a moment and I’m disappointed.
“I want you to watch,” he says.
I’m a little taken aback by his words but I lift myself up on my elbows so I can see him. His innocent eyes look up at me as he takes me back into his mouth.
My breath hitches in my chest as he moves up and down again. His tongue feels amazing and I know it’s not going to take much to send me over the edge.
He moves a little faster than in the beginning and I feel my core tense up. I’m trying to hold back so I can enjoy this as long as I can, but when Harry looks up at me with his gorgeous eyes, I’m done for.
I squeeze my eyes shut and my head falls back. I let go into Harry’s mouth and something tells me he isn’t planning on spitting.
“Harry,” I say, louder than I had before. “Oh, god.”
When I’ve finished, he pulls off and sits up. I recompose myself and look at him again. He’s licking his lips in a way more seductive than I ever thought to be possible.
“How was that?” He asks.
“Amazing,” I manage to reply.
He smiles and tosses me my boxers off the floor.
“Maybe you can try on me sometime,” he suggests.
I feel my cheeks grow warm at his words but I don’t protest. I’m not sure if I’d be good at it, but I’m sure I’d be willing to try if the time was right.
I slide my boxers back up and grab the rest of my clothes.
“I hope you don’t plan on sleeping on the couch,” I say.
Harry looks at me with a blank expression.
“You did, didn’t you?”
He nods in response.
“Well, you’re not. Come on.” I walk to my bedroom and look back to make sure Harry is following.
I’m glad I cleaned my room before he came over, the mess would have been really embarrassing.
I toss my clothes into the laundry basket and pull the covers back on my bed.
“You can take your clothes off if you like,” I tell him.
He pulls his shirt over his head and I’m drawn to his torso. His abs are extremely visible and he has even more tattoos under his shirt.
He sees me staring as he pulls down his pants and smiles.
“Like what you see?”
All I can do is nod but I know he understands.
I scoot over to the other side of the bed so he has room to get in. I’m not sure what to do, I don’t know how gay guys sleep together. Do they sleep with their backs facing each other? Do they spoon? I guess there’s only one way to find out.
Harry climbs into the bed and I roll onto my side, facing away from him. The covers are pulled up and I feel his arm on me. He’s pressed up against my back and I feel an odd sense of security.
“Is this okay?” He asks quietly.
“Yes,” I answer, smiling to myself.
“Good.”
I like the feeling of Harry’s arm around me as I drift off to sleep. Maybe I’ll have to have him over more often.
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