Behind Closed Doors {Larry Stylinson}
Chapter 33
HARRY’S P.O.V.
The three of us pile into a small black car, Nick sitting between his new boyfriend and I. We stay quiet as Nicco directs the driver in Italian.
“So, Nick. How did you two meet?”
“We’ve actually been keeping in touch for a while.”
Why didn’t he tell me he was talking to someone? I always felt like we were close.
“Gee, thanks for telling me.”
Nick playfully punches my shoulder and drapes an arm around Nicco’s.
“No need to be jealous, Styles. We’re still mates. Took you long enough to tell me about-“
“I know. It’s fine.”
I’m nervous at his relaxed attitude toward Louis and I’s relationship. If he almost blurted it out right then, is it possible that Nicco
already knows? I don’t know him; he can’t know about me and Louis.
I look at Grimmy and wait for him to make eye contact with me. I mouth the words ‘does he know?’ and Nick shakes his head, no. He doesn’t seem worried and I start to think perhaps he wasn’t going to say it out loud.
“Well, Nicco, I’m glad to meet you, even if Nick here never said anything.”
“Thanks, Harry. Same here. We just wanted to keep it quiet; he wanted to tell you.”
“I know how that is.”
I grin sheepishly and turn to stare out the window, admiring the lights against the night sky. Soon after, we pull up to the hotel we are staying at and it’s surprisingly empty on the sidewalks; probably because I made them leave early so no one was expecting us back now. Still, we hurry inside and make our way up the elevator and to the appropriate level.
“Do you want to come hang out with us for a while?”
Our rooms are connected, but I can tell they want alone time.
“No, it’s alright. I need to call Lo-someone, anyway.”
Nick pats my back and unlocks the door to his room as I turn the knob of mine. I walk in as Nick closes the adjoining door between our rooms. I stroll into the bathroom and immediately find my phone sitting on the floor where I knew I had left it. Seven missed calls and five texts. All from Louis. I grin and call him back.
“Hey, love. Guessing you’re back?”
“Yeah, just got here.”
We are both silent for a bit and I can hear the two next door giggling and chatting. I sit on the edge of my bed and see Nick’s light shut off.
“I wish you were here, Lou. I miss you already.”
“I know, babe. I miss you too. I’ve got a surprise for you when you get back.”
I smile and scold him instantly.
“You know I hate being surprised. Especially whenI know something is coming.”
“I know. I just want you to keep thinking about me while you’re over there. ‘What on earth could my lovely boyfriend be planning back home?’”
I scoff and lay back against the pillow. Soft whimpers and less talking seeps through the walls.
“As if I don’t think about you enough.”
“Hmm. Think about me how?”
“I’m not trying to be perverted, Lou.”
“No, but I am.”
I chuckle and pull my shirt and pants off to get more comfortable. A muffled moan echoes through my room and my breathing catches in my throat.
“Okay, fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“Let’s do this.”
It feels weird saying all of this out loud and I know he’s just trying to make me uncomfortable.
“Do what, Harry?”
“Talk dirty to me, Lou. I wanna touch myself to the sound of your voice.”
He didn’t expect that. I can tell.
“What are you wearing?”
I grin and relax my body, feeling myself grow harder as his voice gets soft and raspy. Moans emanate louder behind the door to
Nick’s room and I feel guilty at how hot I find it.
“I’m in my boxers. The tight black briefs.”
“Mmm. I love those on you. Are you laying down?”
“Yeah, I’m in bed. What are you wearing?”
“I’m on the couch in a pair of sweats.”
“You should go in the bedroom; I don’t want cum stains on the couch.”
I hear fumbling through the receiver and chuckle as he curses under his breath.
“Always the domestic one, eh?”
“Always.”
I wait for a moment and listen as a banging on the wall ensues, the headboard pounding with each thrust, I would assume. I begin to
palm myself through the thin fabric of my briefs and a small whimper escapes my lips.
“Getting started without me, Hazz?”
“Oh, sorry. You’re taking forever.”
He giggles and I can’t help but to smile at the cute noises he makes.
“I’m in bed now and don’t worry, I’ll be sure to wash the sheets before you come home.”
I pull at my boxers with my free hand and tug them down to the middle of my thighs, giving up once my member springs free. I can tell Louis has started to feel himself as his breathing grows louder and less rhythmic.
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you want?”
“Surprise me.”
I wrap my hand around my girth, rubbing my thumb lightly over the slit and gathering pre-cum to spread down my length slowly. The banging on the wall mixed with Louis’ short, quick breaths sends chills down my spine.
“Imagine my hand in place of yours, gliding up and down your huge cock as I make hickies all along your neck.”
“Mmm. Keep going, Lou.”
“Moving my hand faster as you arch your back off the mattress like I love so much.”
I do as he says, pumping my hand quicker, lifting my back off the bed and breathing heavily.
“Just like that, babe.”
“Want your mouth, Lou.”
He breathes out loudly and a small moan emerges from his throat as the noise from the other room persists.
“Fuck, Harry. I’ll suck you off so good when you get back. My mouth around your tip, tongue swirling around...”
A grunt interrupts his speech and I close my eyes, trying my best to mimic his words with my hand. I’ve seen him do exactly what he’s describing so much that it’s effortless for me to picture his head between my legs, starting to take my length into his warm, wet mouth.
“Wanna fuck my mouth, Harry?”
“So bad, Lou. Shit...”
My breathing becomes erratic, creating a rhythm of its own. Louis imitates the sound of gagging and I picture him taking me deep
down his throat, eyes watering. I tighten my grip around my member and move my arm faster and faster.
“Dammit Harry. The things I’d do to you...”
The tone in his voice is sending me in a convolution of ecstasy, as is the now rapid knocking of Nick’s bedpost on the wall.
“Lou, fuck. So.. Close.”
“Come for me, babe. Wanna hear you.”
It’s now impossible for us to speak in complete sentences, half of our words being incoherent. The banging on the wall slows and exaggerated whimpers flow under the door. Louis hums into the phone, his soft murmurs filling every part of my mind. A few more flicks of my wrist and I shut my eyes tight as I start to see stars behind my eye lids. I moan loudly and my brow furrows as I come hard, warm liquid spilling over my hand and onto my stomach. Louis follows soon after, screaming and panting what is supposed to be my name, and we both try to return our breathing to a normal rate.
“That...”
He can’t finish the sentence and I chuckle softly.
“I know.”
We lay in near silence for a few minutes and I feel comforted just knowing hearing his breathing.
“I can’t believe I almost screwed up tonight.”
“But, you didn’t love and I’m so proud of you.”
I smile even though he can’t see me.
“That should be enough to keep me going.”
“I’ll see you real soon, babe. Call me in the morning; you should get some sleep so you can get this modeling shit over with.”
“You’re right. Maybe I can get it done early and be back sooner. But...”
“But, what?”
“Will you stay on the phone until I fall asleep?”
He giggles and coos lightly.
“Of course. I love you so much, Harry.”
“I love you, Lou. More than you’ll ever know.”
I lay the phone next to me in the spot Louis would normally occupy and set it on speaker. Louis starts to hum softly like he always does when he holds me in his arms. I cuddle a pillow against my chest in his place, smiling as he yawns between light mumbles.
The three of us pile into a small black car, Nick sitting between his new boyfriend and I. We stay quiet as Nicco directs the driver in Italian.
“So, Nick. How did you two meet?”
“We’ve actually been keeping in touch for a while.”
Why didn’t he tell me he was talking to someone? I always felt like we were close.
“Gee, thanks for telling me.”
Nick playfully punches my shoulder and drapes an arm around Nicco’s.
“No need to be jealous, Styles. We’re still mates. Took you long enough to tell me about-“
“I know. It’s fine.”
I’m nervous at his relaxed attitude toward Louis and I’s relationship. If he almost blurted it out right then, is it possible that Nicco
already knows? I don’t know him; he can’t know about me and Louis.
I look at Grimmy and wait for him to make eye contact with me. I mouth the words ‘does he know?’ and Nick shakes his head, no. He doesn’t seem worried and I start to think perhaps he wasn’t going to say it out loud.
“Well, Nicco, I’m glad to meet you, even if Nick here never said anything.”
“Thanks, Harry. Same here. We just wanted to keep it quiet; he wanted to tell you.”
“I know how that is.”
I grin sheepishly and turn to stare out the window, admiring the lights against the night sky. Soon after, we pull up to the hotel we are staying at and it’s surprisingly empty on the sidewalks; probably because I made them leave early so no one was expecting us back now. Still, we hurry inside and make our way up the elevator and to the appropriate level.
“Do you want to come hang out with us for a while?”
Our rooms are connected, but I can tell they want alone time.
“No, it’s alright. I need to call Lo-someone, anyway.”
Nick pats my back and unlocks the door to his room as I turn the knob of mine. I walk in as Nick closes the adjoining door between our rooms. I stroll into the bathroom and immediately find my phone sitting on the floor where I knew I had left it. Seven missed calls and five texts. All from Louis. I grin and call him back.
“Hey, love. Guessing you’re back?”
“Yeah, just got here.”
We are both silent for a bit and I can hear the two next door giggling and chatting. I sit on the edge of my bed and see Nick’s light shut off.
“I wish you were here, Lou. I miss you already.”
“I know, babe. I miss you too. I’ve got a surprise for you when you get back.”
I smile and scold him instantly.
“You know I hate being surprised. Especially whenI know something is coming.”
“I know. I just want you to keep thinking about me while you’re over there. ‘What on earth could my lovely boyfriend be planning back home?’”
I scoff and lay back against the pillow. Soft whimpers and less talking seeps through the walls.
“As if I don’t think about you enough.”
“Hmm. Think about me how?”
“I’m not trying to be perverted, Lou.”
“No, but I am.”
I chuckle and pull my shirt and pants off to get more comfortable. A muffled moan echoes through my room and my breathing catches in my throat.
“Okay, fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“Let’s do this.”
It feels weird saying all of this out loud and I know he’s just trying to make me uncomfortable.
“Do what, Harry?”
“Talk dirty to me, Lou. I wanna touch myself to the sound of your voice.”
He didn’t expect that. I can tell.
“What are you wearing?”
I grin and relax my body, feeling myself grow harder as his voice gets soft and raspy. Moans emanate louder behind the door to
Nick’s room and I feel guilty at how hot I find it.
“I’m in my boxers. The tight black briefs.”
“Mmm. I love those on you. Are you laying down?”
“Yeah, I’m in bed. What are you wearing?”
“I’m on the couch in a pair of sweats.”
“You should go in the bedroom; I don’t want cum stains on the couch.”
I hear fumbling through the receiver and chuckle as he curses under his breath.
“Always the domestic one, eh?”
“Always.”
I wait for a moment and listen as a banging on the wall ensues, the headboard pounding with each thrust, I would assume. I begin to
palm myself through the thin fabric of my briefs and a small whimper escapes my lips.
“Getting started without me, Hazz?”
“Oh, sorry. You’re taking forever.”
He giggles and I can’t help but to smile at the cute noises he makes.
“I’m in bed now and don’t worry, I’ll be sure to wash the sheets before you come home.”
I pull at my boxers with my free hand and tug them down to the middle of my thighs, giving up once my member springs free. I can tell Louis has started to feel himself as his breathing grows louder and less rhythmic.
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you want?”
“Surprise me.”
I wrap my hand around my girth, rubbing my thumb lightly over the slit and gathering pre-cum to spread down my length slowly. The banging on the wall mixed with Louis’ short, quick breaths sends chills down my spine.
“Imagine my hand in place of yours, gliding up and down your huge cock as I make hickies all along your neck.”
“Mmm. Keep going, Lou.”
“Moving my hand faster as you arch your back off the mattress like I love so much.”
I do as he says, pumping my hand quicker, lifting my back off the bed and breathing heavily.
“Just like that, babe.”
“Want your mouth, Lou.”
He breathes out loudly and a small moan emerges from his throat as the noise from the other room persists.
“Fuck, Harry. I’ll suck you off so good when you get back. My mouth around your tip, tongue swirling around...”
A grunt interrupts his speech and I close my eyes, trying my best to mimic his words with my hand. I’ve seen him do exactly what he’s describing so much that it’s effortless for me to picture his head between my legs, starting to take my length into his warm, wet mouth.
“Wanna fuck my mouth, Harry?”
“So bad, Lou. Shit...”
My breathing becomes erratic, creating a rhythm of its own. Louis imitates the sound of gagging and I picture him taking me deep
down his throat, eyes watering. I tighten my grip around my member and move my arm faster and faster.
“Dammit Harry. The things I’d do to you...”
The tone in his voice is sending me in a convolution of ecstasy, as is the now rapid knocking of Nick’s bedpost on the wall.
“Lou, fuck. So.. Close.”
“Come for me, babe. Wanna hear you.”
It’s now impossible for us to speak in complete sentences, half of our words being incoherent. The banging on the wall slows and exaggerated whimpers flow under the door. Louis hums into the phone, his soft murmurs filling every part of my mind. A few more flicks of my wrist and I shut my eyes tight as I start to see stars behind my eye lids. I moan loudly and my brow furrows as I come hard, warm liquid spilling over my hand and onto my stomach. Louis follows soon after, screaming and panting what is supposed to be my name, and we both try to return our breathing to a normal rate.
“That...”
He can’t finish the sentence and I chuckle softly.
“I know.”
We lay in near silence for a few minutes and I feel comforted just knowing hearing his breathing.
“I can’t believe I almost screwed up tonight.”
“But, you didn’t love and I’m so proud of you.”
I smile even though he can’t see me.
“That should be enough to keep me going.”
“I’ll see you real soon, babe. Call me in the morning; you should get some sleep so you can get this modeling shit over with.”
“You’re right. Maybe I can get it done early and be back sooner. But...”
“But, what?”
“Will you stay on the phone until I fall asleep?”
He giggles and coos lightly.
“Of course. I love you so much, Harry.”
“I love you, Lou. More than you’ll ever know.”
I lay the phone next to me in the spot Louis would normally occupy and set it on speaker. Louis starts to hum softly like he always does when he holds me in his arms. I cuddle a pillow against my chest in his place, smiling as he yawns between light mumbles.
Notes
Thank you all for your lovely comments!!!!!I hope you liked this chapter.. it's a bit fluff/smut- doesn't really impact the storyline, but I felt like we needed some sexy time. xx
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