Behind Closed Doors {Larry Stylinson}
Chapter 34
LOUIS’ P.O.V.
“I don’t know, El. I’m just glad he get’s back soon.”
I lean over and leave a kiss on her cheek. I don’t mind holding her hand in public and showing affection like this, but it really makes it difficult to have a conversation when we’re constantly looking around to make sure no one can hear us. We would be back at one of our flats, but I feel the need to use the time Harry is gone to make a lot of public appearances with Eleanor. That way, when Harry is home, we can lock ourselves away for a while.
“I’m glad he’ll be back, too. I’m sick of seeing you all mopey.”
“I’m not mopey!”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, maybe a bit. But, this whole separation shit is complete rubbish. I’m so sick of it all.”
She leans forward and takes a sip of her Starbucks, speaking softly now.
“You just have to remember what will be best in the long-run. If you and Harry came out now, it
could completely ruin your career.”
I sigh and run my fingers through my messy hair.
“I know, El. If it weren’t for the other boys, I’d honestly say ‘fuck it all’. We would never dream of
ruining this for them, though. They’ve become family to us; you too, Ellie.”
She grins and rests her hand on mine, trying her best to look deeply in love. I swear we must look more like brother and sister, but if Jason is happy, I’m not going to try any harder.
“Seriously, these past three years seem surreal. Like, wasn’t it yesterday when I met him in that bathroom? Now, I would do anything for him. I just wish we could go back to how it used to be or jump forward five years and hope things are all figured out.”
“I know, Lou. It’s not been easy for you guys and I hate seeing you two torn apart all the time. Where do you see yourself in five years; like, if you could jump forward, what do you think would be happening?”
I sit back and think, my mind roaming back to the many dreams I’ve had.
“Well, I imagine in five years, Harry and I will leave London, which it’ll take everything in me to convince him to do, and we’ll buy a house in the country somewhere. The boys will probably go off and do their own thing, but I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t keep in touch. I want to marry him, El. I want to adopt some kids and raise them together. I want us to finish growing up together and then, I want us to grow old together. We’ll be 86 and 84 and I could still never get enough Harry.”
I look back at Eleanor and she’s grinning from ear to ear, tears glazing her eyes.
“You’re such a sap, Lou.”
We both chuckle and I take a sip of my scalding coffee.
“I never used to be! This boy has ruined me.”
_____________
“Hey, Hazz.”
I had run into my room when I heard the phone ring and plopped down on the bed.
“Hi, boo. I just left the studio. I think I can get out of here in a couple days if I cooperate.”
He doesn’t seem enthusiastic until he mentions leaving early.
“Really? That would be fucking amazing! So, it’s going good?”
“I guess. It’s really weird. I don’t like posing in just my pants.”
“Yeah, I don’t like you posing in just your pants either. How many of the models came onto you today?”
He giggles and I can just picture his cheeks burning red.
“None, Lou.”
“Oh, come on, Harry. They all did, I’m sure.”
I try to eliminate the jealousy in my voice. I’m not really worried about his being around underwear models this whole time. I’m more anxious that he’ll go to another stupid party.
“Nah, Louis. They were nice; nothing else.”
I can tell he’s trying to be humble and thinks he’s calming my nerves.
“So, last night was fun.”
I really liked having phone sex with Harry. Knowing I can drive him wild just by talking to him is a real confidence booster. Plus, it was pretty great on my end, too. I doubt he’ll want to do it again today. Although, he did initiate it last night.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat and whispers, “Lots of fun.”
“You don’t have to talk quietly, Hazz. No one knows what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles and I hear him breathing into the receiver.
“I know. I’m just paranoid. I’m about to head back to the hotel, though...”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, d’ya- uh, wanna do it again?”
I grin, even though he can’t see me.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He chuckles and I can hear the beep of car horns. He must be getting a cab.
“Oh, and Lou?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m going to do the talking this time.”
I gulp as his voice goes deeper and soft. I feel my joggers get snug. I tug at them and kick them down to the edge of the bed.
“Are you getting ready for me, Louis?”
I hum a response and start to palm myself through my briefs ever so lightly.
“Mmm, Lou, text me until I get to the hotel. Until then, think about the first time I sucked you off.”
He hangs up and I close my eyes tight, sending my thoughts back a few years.
Flashback:
It’s been a month since Harry and I first kissed and it’s been like heaven. I can’t keep away from him; not even for a minute. It feels like a blessing that we’re on the X-factor and have an excuse to spend all of our time together. As soon as we make it to our bedroom after a long day practicing with the boys, Harry locks the door and comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and leaves chaste kisses along my neck. I turn to face him and rest my arms on his shoulders. Harry grins and places a small peck on my nose, making me giggle. I lean forward and pull him toward me, meeting my lips with his. I simply leave them there at first and then move them slowly against his lips. He tightens his grip around my waist and my hips meet his roughly. Things have been a bit tense in the past week. We’ve slept in the same bed for a while now, only cuddling and kissing, but the sexual tension has been building.
“Lou-“
He breaks away from the now-heated kiss.
“Yeah, Harry?”
I feel intoxicated from his touch.
“I- I wanna try something.”
He’s nervous, I can tell. But, the way he speaks in a low, raspy tone, makes me feel like the world has stopped turning.
“Anything, Haz. What is it?”
“Better if I just show you.”
He loops his fingers in my belt loops and pushes me with his hips toward the empty bed that hasn’t been touched in weeks. My knees hit the mattress and I fall backwards, toppling onto the comforter. Harry stands at the foot of the bed and finally crawls toward me on his hands and knees. He lowers his body so that it is barely touching mine and I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him on top of me. He brushes a piece of hair out of my face and carefully removes my glasses, setting them on the nightstand. He holds my face on either side and starts to kiss me again.
Our song becomes much more intense and he starts to move his body in unison with every kiss. I’ve been hard since the moment he pressed his hips into mine and now it’s becoming unbearable. Usually we’ll song and cuddle and as soon as he’s asleep, I’ll sneak off to the bathroom and have a good wank. This is much more sensual than I’m used to with Harry.
“God, Harry, you’re so hot.”
He shushes me and kisses me once more before sitting up on his knees, straddling my lap, and taking his shirt off. Of course Harry takes his shirt off before bed and such, but not while we’re passionately making out. This is going to the next level. What exactly did he mean when he said he wanted to try something?
I decide not to question him and wiggle around underneath him, tugging my shirt off as well. He lays back down and the sensation of his skin on mine is overwhelming. Instead of kissing my lips again, he starts to suck on my neck, leaving marks all along my collarbone. He starts a trail of kisses down my chest and abdomen and as he reaches my bellybutton, I know exactly where this is going. My stomach knots in anticipation as he pauses where my jeans begin. He looks up at me and I smile as convincingly as possible. I really don’t want him to stop, but I’m a bit nervous as well. I’m not completely comfortable with my body, just like most people my age. I’ve only gotten intimate with one other person and I didn’t care for her like I do for Harry. I nod slightly and Harry smirks between my legs. He slowly unbuttons my pants and pulls the zipper down. I already feel a bit of relief from less constriction on my erection. I lift my hips up as Harry pulls my jeans down. He stands up to pull them off completely, yanking my shoes off and letting them fall to the ground, my jeans following.
Harry looks at me, his eyes roaming my almost entirely naked body and I feel too exposed.
“Louis...”
Oh god, he thinks I’m gross. He doesn’t really want to do this. I start to wrap my arms around myself, covering anything I can.
“It’s okay, Harry. You don’t have to-“
“Oh, no! Louis, you’re fucking beautiful. I just-“
He sits between my legs again and his eyes meet mine.
“What, Hazz?”
“I’m afraid I’ll be bad. Like what if I’m terrible? You’ll tell me, right?”
I chuckle and pull him closer to me. I kiss his lips and lay back against the pillow.
“Harry, do you even realize what you do to me just by touching me?”
My eyes shift down to my tight boxers. He grins and turns bright red. He nods and before I can say anything else, he moves back to the empty space between my thighs. I whimper as he rests his hands on my legs and his warm breath meets the dampness of my pants. I’m throbbing from his near contact and I squirm a bit. He steadies me and leaves a soft kiss against my clothed member. I moan softly and he smirks as he starts to remove my boxers.
My length springs free and I watch Harry’s reaction. I’m scared he’ll change his mind when it comes to sexual things. What if he doesn’t like having sex with a guy? What if he doesn’t like having sex with me? His expression says the opposite. He looks shocked and nervous, but in a good way. He appears to be...excited. I try to relax my body a bit and brush his curls away from his face so I can see him. It gets his attention and he finally looks away from my crotch, his green eyes meeting mine as a smile covers his face. I tuck some of the ringlets behind his ear and leaves numerous kisses on my stomach and thighs before gripping my cock in his large hand. I see his eyes shift to look at me as he wraps his perfect pick lips around the tip, his tongue darting out to lap over me. I shiver in response and my eyes shut tightly responsively. I grip the sheets in balled fists uncontrollably and a moan escapes my lips as he hollows his cheeks and takes me to the back of his throat. My hips jerk involuntarily and I open my eyes wide in terror as I hear him gag.
“Oh, god. Harry, I’m sorry!”
He doesn’t pull off though. Instead, Harry winks and starts to bob his head up and down on me, sucking sharply each time he moves up my length.
“Shit, Haz. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
My words are choppy and breathy. Harry moans against my cock in response and my legs go numb. The vibrations of his voice are just too much and I know I’m already embarrassingly close to coming. I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug a bit as I begin to pant and whimper every time his tongue slides across me.
“So... close.”
He sucks one more time before taking me to the back of his throat and swallowing hard a few times, the suction sending me over the edge. I try not to buck my hips up, but I can’t help it and I gag him once more as I release down his relaxed throat. He pulls his mouth away, licking his lips as soon as he sits up.
“Was that alright, Lou?”
I pant and try to catch my breath enough to respond as he lays down next to me. I sit up and kiss his warm mouth before collapsing again at his side.
“Harry, that was... I can’t even describe how amazing that was.”
He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist, pecking my cheek.
“I’m glad it felt good. I can’t wait to do it again.”
My chest begins to rise and fall at a more normal pace and I turn on my side, propping my head up with my elbow on the pillow.
“How about I show you how good it feels.”
His cheeks turn an shameful shade of pink and I grin as he grows flustered.
“O-okay.”
End of Flashback:
*TO: Harry <3
I’m going to come just thinking about that night. Hurry up!*
I look at my phone and wait for some sort of response. Within a few minutes of me shifting around to adjust my hard-on, I get a text in return.
*FROM: Harry <3
Here’s a good visual*
Attached is a picture of Harry laying in bed, completely naked, his large erection resting on his thigh. The room is dark and I can’t see his face, but his abs are flexed and he just looks... so fucking hot.
I pick up the landline phone and dial his number, lodging it between my ear and shoulder. I want to be able to look at this picture while I talk to him.
“Like what you see?”
His tone is meant to be comical, but there’s nothing funny about how turned on I am right now.
“Are you trying to kill me, Harry Styles? Because it’s working.”
He chuckles and returns to his breathy, deep voice inflection.
“Gonna ride you, Lou. Want you to pretend I’m riding your dick while you touch yourself.”
A groan catches in my throat and I stare at the dirty photo he sent moments ago. I’m really not going to last long tonight.
“I don’t know, El. I’m just glad he get’s back soon.”
I lean over and leave a kiss on her cheek. I don’t mind holding her hand in public and showing affection like this, but it really makes it difficult to have a conversation when we’re constantly looking around to make sure no one can hear us. We would be back at one of our flats, but I feel the need to use the time Harry is gone to make a lot of public appearances with Eleanor. That way, when Harry is home, we can lock ourselves away for a while.
“I’m glad he’ll be back, too. I’m sick of seeing you all mopey.”
“I’m not mopey!”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, maybe a bit. But, this whole separation shit is complete rubbish. I’m so sick of it all.”
She leans forward and takes a sip of her Starbucks, speaking softly now.
“You just have to remember what will be best in the long-run. If you and Harry came out now, it
could completely ruin your career.”
I sigh and run my fingers through my messy hair.
“I know, El. If it weren’t for the other boys, I’d honestly say ‘fuck it all’. We would never dream of
ruining this for them, though. They’ve become family to us; you too, Ellie.”
She grins and rests her hand on mine, trying her best to look deeply in love. I swear we must look more like brother and sister, but if Jason is happy, I’m not going to try any harder.
“Seriously, these past three years seem surreal. Like, wasn’t it yesterday when I met him in that bathroom? Now, I would do anything for him. I just wish we could go back to how it used to be or jump forward five years and hope things are all figured out.”
“I know, Lou. It’s not been easy for you guys and I hate seeing you two torn apart all the time. Where do you see yourself in five years; like, if you could jump forward, what do you think would be happening?”
I sit back and think, my mind roaming back to the many dreams I’ve had.
“Well, I imagine in five years, Harry and I will leave London, which it’ll take everything in me to convince him to do, and we’ll buy a house in the country somewhere. The boys will probably go off and do their own thing, but I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t keep in touch. I want to marry him, El. I want to adopt some kids and raise them together. I want us to finish growing up together and then, I want us to grow old together. We’ll be 86 and 84 and I could still never get enough Harry.”
I look back at Eleanor and she’s grinning from ear to ear, tears glazing her eyes.
“You’re such a sap, Lou.”
We both chuckle and I take a sip of my scalding coffee.
“I never used to be! This boy has ruined me.”
_____________
“Hey, Hazz.”
I had run into my room when I heard the phone ring and plopped down on the bed.
“Hi, boo. I just left the studio. I think I can get out of here in a couple days if I cooperate.”
He doesn’t seem enthusiastic until he mentions leaving early.
“Really? That would be fucking amazing! So, it’s going good?”
“I guess. It’s really weird. I don’t like posing in just my pants.”
“Yeah, I don’t like you posing in just your pants either. How many of the models came onto you today?”
He giggles and I can just picture his cheeks burning red.
“None, Lou.”
“Oh, come on, Harry. They all did, I’m sure.”
I try to eliminate the jealousy in my voice. I’m not really worried about his being around underwear models this whole time. I’m more anxious that he’ll go to another stupid party.
“Nah, Louis. They were nice; nothing else.”
I can tell he’s trying to be humble and thinks he’s calming my nerves.
“So, last night was fun.”
I really liked having phone sex with Harry. Knowing I can drive him wild just by talking to him is a real confidence booster. Plus, it was pretty great on my end, too. I doubt he’ll want to do it again today. Although, he did initiate it last night.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat and whispers, “Lots of fun.”
“You don’t have to talk quietly, Hazz. No one knows what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles and I hear him breathing into the receiver.
“I know. I’m just paranoid. I’m about to head back to the hotel, though...”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, d’ya- uh, wanna do it again?”
I grin, even though he can’t see me.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He chuckles and I can hear the beep of car horns. He must be getting a cab.
“Oh, and Lou?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m going to do the talking this time.”
I gulp as his voice goes deeper and soft. I feel my joggers get snug. I tug at them and kick them down to the edge of the bed.
“Are you getting ready for me, Louis?”
I hum a response and start to palm myself through my briefs ever so lightly.
“Mmm, Lou, text me until I get to the hotel. Until then, think about the first time I sucked you off.”
He hangs up and I close my eyes tight, sending my thoughts back a few years.
Flashback:
It’s been a month since Harry and I first kissed and it’s been like heaven. I can’t keep away from him; not even for a minute. It feels like a blessing that we’re on the X-factor and have an excuse to spend all of our time together. As soon as we make it to our bedroom after a long day practicing with the boys, Harry locks the door and comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and leaves chaste kisses along my neck. I turn to face him and rest my arms on his shoulders. Harry grins and places a small peck on my nose, making me giggle. I lean forward and pull him toward me, meeting my lips with his. I simply leave them there at first and then move them slowly against his lips. He tightens his grip around my waist and my hips meet his roughly. Things have been a bit tense in the past week. We’ve slept in the same bed for a while now, only cuddling and kissing, but the sexual tension has been building.
“Lou-“
He breaks away from the now-heated kiss.
“Yeah, Harry?”
I feel intoxicated from his touch.
“I- I wanna try something.”
He’s nervous, I can tell. But, the way he speaks in a low, raspy tone, makes me feel like the world has stopped turning.
“Anything, Haz. What is it?”
“Better if I just show you.”
He loops his fingers in my belt loops and pushes me with his hips toward the empty bed that hasn’t been touched in weeks. My knees hit the mattress and I fall backwards, toppling onto the comforter. Harry stands at the foot of the bed and finally crawls toward me on his hands and knees. He lowers his body so that it is barely touching mine and I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him on top of me. He brushes a piece of hair out of my face and carefully removes my glasses, setting them on the nightstand. He holds my face on either side and starts to kiss me again.
Our song becomes much more intense and he starts to move his body in unison with every kiss. I’ve been hard since the moment he pressed his hips into mine and now it’s becoming unbearable. Usually we’ll song and cuddle and as soon as he’s asleep, I’ll sneak off to the bathroom and have a good wank. This is much more sensual than I’m used to with Harry.
“God, Harry, you’re so hot.”
He shushes me and kisses me once more before sitting up on his knees, straddling my lap, and taking his shirt off. Of course Harry takes his shirt off before bed and such, but not while we’re passionately making out. This is going to the next level. What exactly did he mean when he said he wanted to try something?
I decide not to question him and wiggle around underneath him, tugging my shirt off as well. He lays back down and the sensation of his skin on mine is overwhelming. Instead of kissing my lips again, he starts to suck on my neck, leaving marks all along my collarbone. He starts a trail of kisses down my chest and abdomen and as he reaches my bellybutton, I know exactly where this is going. My stomach knots in anticipation as he pauses where my jeans begin. He looks up at me and I smile as convincingly as possible. I really don’t want him to stop, but I’m a bit nervous as well. I’m not completely comfortable with my body, just like most people my age. I’ve only gotten intimate with one other person and I didn’t care for her like I do for Harry. I nod slightly and Harry smirks between my legs. He slowly unbuttons my pants and pulls the zipper down. I already feel a bit of relief from less constriction on my erection. I lift my hips up as Harry pulls my jeans down. He stands up to pull them off completely, yanking my shoes off and letting them fall to the ground, my jeans following.
Harry looks at me, his eyes roaming my almost entirely naked body and I feel too exposed.
“Louis...”
Oh god, he thinks I’m gross. He doesn’t really want to do this. I start to wrap my arms around myself, covering anything I can.
“It’s okay, Harry. You don’t have to-“
“Oh, no! Louis, you’re fucking beautiful. I just-“
He sits between my legs again and his eyes meet mine.
“What, Hazz?”
“I’m afraid I’ll be bad. Like what if I’m terrible? You’ll tell me, right?”
I chuckle and pull him closer to me. I kiss his lips and lay back against the pillow.
“Harry, do you even realize what you do to me just by touching me?”
My eyes shift down to my tight boxers. He grins and turns bright red. He nods and before I can say anything else, he moves back to the empty space between my thighs. I whimper as he rests his hands on my legs and his warm breath meets the dampness of my pants. I’m throbbing from his near contact and I squirm a bit. He steadies me and leaves a soft kiss against my clothed member. I moan softly and he smirks as he starts to remove my boxers.
My length springs free and I watch Harry’s reaction. I’m scared he’ll change his mind when it comes to sexual things. What if he doesn’t like having sex with a guy? What if he doesn’t like having sex with me? His expression says the opposite. He looks shocked and nervous, but in a good way. He appears to be...excited. I try to relax my body a bit and brush his curls away from his face so I can see him. It gets his attention and he finally looks away from my crotch, his green eyes meeting mine as a smile covers his face. I tuck some of the ringlets behind his ear and leaves numerous kisses on my stomach and thighs before gripping my cock in his large hand. I see his eyes shift to look at me as he wraps his perfect pick lips around the tip, his tongue darting out to lap over me. I shiver in response and my eyes shut tightly responsively. I grip the sheets in balled fists uncontrollably and a moan escapes my lips as he hollows his cheeks and takes me to the back of his throat. My hips jerk involuntarily and I open my eyes wide in terror as I hear him gag.
“Oh, god. Harry, I’m sorry!”
He doesn’t pull off though. Instead, Harry winks and starts to bob his head up and down on me, sucking sharply each time he moves up my length.
“Shit, Haz. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
My words are choppy and breathy. Harry moans against my cock in response and my legs go numb. The vibrations of his voice are just too much and I know I’m already embarrassingly close to coming. I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug a bit as I begin to pant and whimper every time his tongue slides across me.
“So... close.”
He sucks one more time before taking me to the back of his throat and swallowing hard a few times, the suction sending me over the edge. I try not to buck my hips up, but I can’t help it and I gag him once more as I release down his relaxed throat. He pulls his mouth away, licking his lips as soon as he sits up.
“Was that alright, Lou?”
I pant and try to catch my breath enough to respond as he lays down next to me. I sit up and kiss his warm mouth before collapsing again at his side.
“Harry, that was... I can’t even describe how amazing that was.”
He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist, pecking my cheek.
“I’m glad it felt good. I can’t wait to do it again.”
My chest begins to rise and fall at a more normal pace and I turn on my side, propping my head up with my elbow on the pillow.
“How about I show you how good it feels.”
His cheeks turn an shameful shade of pink and I grin as he grows flustered.
“O-okay.”
End of Flashback:
*TO: Harry <3
I’m going to come just thinking about that night. Hurry up!*
I look at my phone and wait for some sort of response. Within a few minutes of me shifting around to adjust my hard-on, I get a text in return.
*FROM: Harry <3
Here’s a good visual*
Attached is a picture of Harry laying in bed, completely naked, his large erection resting on his thigh. The room is dark and I can’t see his face, but his abs are flexed and he just looks... so fucking hot.
I pick up the landline phone and dial his number, lodging it between my ear and shoulder. I want to be able to look at this picture while I talk to him.
“Like what you see?”
His tone is meant to be comical, but there’s nothing funny about how turned on I am right now.
“Are you trying to kill me, Harry Styles? Because it’s working.”
He chuckles and returns to his breathy, deep voice inflection.
“Gonna ride you, Lou. Want you to pretend I’m riding your dick while you touch yourself.”
A groan catches in my throat and I stare at the dirty photo he sent moments ago. I’m really not going to last long tonight.
Notes
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