Clarity

After Harry had finally stopped crying, and he felt like he'd be okay to step out of the bathroom, he paid the bill and we left.
I think Harry felt guilty for what happened though because the whole drive back to my house, and most of the night he said and texted me multiple appoligies. Honestly I wasn't disappointed at all because I had a splendid time, and couldn't help but grin at the memories of our wonderful day together. I should let him take me on dates more often.
That night I had never slept better, exhausted from my rough night of sleep on the couch, and worn out from our long day of showers and bowling.
Now this morning I was sitting on one of the bike racks outside the apartments, waiting for Harry to pick me up because my car was still at the school, for we were to beat to get it last night.
Even though it was Saturday we were going to the University, because earlier, the first week of school to be exact, the school had to make budget cuts so they eliminated the clubs and extra-curricular stuff that year. But now due to a generous donation, they were happy to announce that they were bringing them back, so if you wanted to sign up for a club you had to go to the oritations they were having today, where basically they made a stand showing pictures and relics of the clubs, and you listened to a short presentation, no more then a minute, at each one, then made a choice to either ask questions and sign up for information, or move on the next the one.
The reason Harry was going was because they needed teacher volunteers, so he decided to see if there were any more openings for anything he'd be interested in helping with, or able to help with. Luckily they had emailed him about it last night so he forewarded the memo to me to ask if I wanted to go, and of course since I had nothing better to do I agreed, and texted Shailene to meet me there since Harry couldn't be near me for he would be busy and didn't want to rise suspicion.
Shailene had actually been planning on asking me anyways since they announced it on Friday while me and Harry were skipping through buffets, and bowling rinks.
"Hey Tomlinson!" Harry's raspy tone then shouted, and I jumped as he honked his horn when he pulled into veiw in that awesome sports car of his. "No need to scare me!" I shouted back, picking up my shoulder bag before climbing into the passenger side, and I put my feet up on the dashboard as I buckled in.
"Sorry, but you looked like you were falling asleep." He teases, backing up, once he made sure I was secure, and peeled out of the parking lot. "I was just thinking that's all." I say truthfully, I had been lost in thought about our current events. "I see." He chuckles, turning on some music, but keeping it low so we could still hear each other, and think straight.
"So did you call your mum last night?" I asked, referring back to our conversation we had over text, where he mentioned he was going to call his mum and ask her about visiting with me. "Yes, and she said she'd be thrilled to see us in a couple of days." He informs, and I shift positions slightly so I could look at him with out cranning my neck.
"So you don't know when we're going?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "Nope. Well half and half. I know we're going this week, but I don't know what day exactly." He says, and I nod sitting back, deciding to drop the subject. For a moment he was quiet then pulled that plump bottom lip of his inbetween his teeth.
"On a totally non-related topic, I don't believe you've ever told me about your family." He comments, and a goofy grin appeared on my face because I loved talking about my family. "Well I have a mum and dad that are both fairly happy together, and four little sisters." I sigh, "Charlotte, who's fifteen, and we called her Lottie. Felicite, who's thirteen, and we call her Fizzy. Then the littlest of the bunch, the twins, Daisy and Phoebe, who are both a brilliant nine, and have no nickname." I say, "Their amazing girls, very intelligent, talented, and attractive." I then noticed Harry's grip tighten on the wheel, and he did that thing where he sucked in the bottom of his cheeks, and his eyes got distant.
Now I was starting to regret my word choice. "And yeah, but other then that we're pretty average." I add quietly, slouching down slightly in my seat, and he sighed. "Louis you don't have to pull that with me, they sound wonderful." He says, giving me a worn smile, I could see it in his face though, he was upset.
For a moment I almost wished that I had an abusive father so we could related, but my family was one of those strong happy ones so I couldn't really relate to him, or state a flaw in our characters.
"Are you sure?" I ask, and he shrugs, "I just, it's.." He sighed, "Your family sounds like that kind I wanted, lots of siblings, happy, good parents, and all that crap." He admits, and I bite my lip as I rest a hand on his thigh and give it a light squeeze. "You can have a family like mine someday, once you get married you control what happens." I assure, and a a goofy grin then crosses his face as he turns off the highway. "I would love to be a father." He confesses, and I nod in agreement. "Me to. I would love to have kids!" I announce and he laughs, pulling one hand off the wheel so he could grab mine and place a soft kiss to my skin.
"So are you planning on joining any clubs?" He asks, and I shrug. "I'm not sure, it'll depend on what they have to offer, and what Shailene can talk me into doing." I say, glancing down at our intertwined fingers. My hand looked so girly when tangled with his. "I need to meet this Shailene, she sounds like a character." He says, and I nod in agreement, even though I had no plans of introducing him as my boyfriend to her anytime soon.
Actually come to think of it, I hadn't been spending much time iwth her lately. I can't even remember the last time I spend a good solid hour with her, it was a bit stressful to think about because I knew she'd ask for an excuse, and I didn't want to continously give her the Scruff one, but it was better then the one about Harry. Also come to think of it, Scruff hadn't crossed my mind all that much lately. It was sort of a buried thought, one that made me feel sick to think about. If I closed my eyes long enough, I could hear his strangled cries and the howl of the coyote.
"You okay?" Harry asked, interupting me from my thoughts, and I shake my head to refocus my attention as I nod. ''Yeah, why?" I ask, and he glances at our hands before looking back to the road, "Your gripping my hand really tight." He informs, and I realized my grip had tightened over the past few seconds, "Oh sorry." I appoligize, loosening my grip, and he chuckles.
"It's fine, I like tight contact." He says, and I shake my head in confusion at him, "What do you mean?" I ask, and he smirks. "Well you loosing your gayginity to me for example, that was an example of tight yet sexy contact." He says, and I scoff. "Well in that case no more for you." I huff, and he chuckles, "If I think about it long enough, I can feel your hole clenching around me, your cries of pleasure, you know the hot stuff." He says, his tone becoming lower and raspy as the images settled in my head, including when he gave me a blow job, and I felt my jeans tighten slightly.
"Cut it Harry." I warn playfully, pulling his hand towards me so I could play with his fingers. "What? You don't like it when I talk dirty to you, and then claim you as my own?" He inquires, and my jeans get tighter. How did he have this effect on me? In just a matter of a couple of minutes, and a couple of dirty sentences, a familiar burn was starting to errupt in my core, and I was getting turned on. He definately had a gift for seducing someone.
"Your being mean." I whine, and his smirk widdens as he pulls his had out of my grasp, and then gropes me, making me gasp, and then bite down on my lips to restrain a moan.
"Well, already hard I see?" He points out, rocking his hand against my bulge as I swallowed thickly, my boner getting harder.
How did he do this? How did we do this I should say. Go from talking about families and kids, to him palming me while I faught the urdge to beg him to do more.
"Harry not now.." I breath, digging my finger nails into the seat as I tried not to buck my hips, but he didn't stop. "Why not? We still have two blocks." He says, slowing down slightly while driving, a smirk still present on his face as he groped then palmed, groped then palmed, repeatedly.
"Harry.." I moan, my eyes fluttering shut, and then his hand pulls away as he grabs the steering wheel, and then swerves to the left, parking next to the sidewalk. "It's a two minute walk from here, can't arise suspicion now can we?" He says, and I taking a deep shakey breath as I notice the swarms of students, and assorted teachers. I was glad Harry noticed that or I would've been thrown into a whirl wind of embarassment.
"Text me if you find a club you like, and keep me updated on your where abouts, and if you see Carson." Harry warned, glancing around before leaning over and kissing my cheek. "See you inside." He says, and I nod as I look at him with an annoyed smile. "If even person points out that I have a boner, I will not hesitate to wee on everything you love." I say, climbing out of the car as he laughed, and then once I was on the sidewalk he peeled off, and turned into the parking lot.
Sighing I looked down, and huffed when I saw a noticable bulge beneath the fabric of my jeans. ''Great." I muttered, adjusting my jeans, and pulling down my shirt as much as I could to hide it until it went away, but with his touch still lingering, I doubted that it would.
"Louis!" Shailene then called out, as I walked over to the place where my car was still parked, so I could check on it. "Hey Shay!" I call out, and she tackles me with a hug, one I return tightly. Shailene, unlike Carson who almost towarded over Harry, was a mere five'four, and looked even smaller because of her cascades of long blonde hair curling down her back.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in a year, where have you been?" She inquires, and I shrug as I pull out of the hug. "Catching up on school, and getting over stuff." I say, feeling guilty for lying to her, but I knew it couldn't be avoided. "Okay, so then maybe we could hang out this weekend?" She asks hopefully, and I bite my lip. "I'm not sure, I'm busy tonight, but so far free tomorrow." I say, and she cocks an eyebrow,
"Since when have you been busy on a Saturday night? Louis, your bull doesn't fly by my radar." She says, and I roll my eyes. She was right though. "I'm just doing stuff." I say, the both of us begining to walk inside towards the athletic building where they had a big arse gym.
"What kind of stuff?"
"Boring stuff." I say, and she sighs.
"Alright." She says, the tone in her voice signaling the end of our conversation topic.
She then looked down at her feet, the way she did when she was trying to think of something to say, then giggled.
"Louis.." She says, and I nod. "Yes?" I ask, both of our tones playful. "Why do you have a boner?" She asks, looking up at me and instantly my face flushes red as I get choked up. "I-I..um..what?" I choke out, rubbing the back of my neck, and she laughs. "Were you watching porn before you came here?" She asks, and I scoff.
No Shailene I was getting touched and seduced by my boyfriend that is my teacher, but you don't know about that.
"No! It's just one out of the random." I protest, already planning on Harry's murder as she giggles again, her giggle cute. "Are you sureeee..?" She asks, and I nod giving her the narrow eyes, and she bit her lip trying to contain her smile.
"So what club or clubs are you going to join?" She asks, and I shrug. "I have no idea, I guess it'll depend on what kind they have to offer." I say, and she nods. "Gotcha." We then become quiet as we entered the noisy, crowded gym, every inch of the floor packed with students, club stands, and teachers.
"Whoa, it's crowded." She points out like it wasn't obvious to my naked eye, and I laugh. "I can see that." I say, the both of us jumping onto a drifting line that went around the gym in a slow circle.
For the next hour or so, we drifted with the students, most of the clubs not catching my interest, but plenty catching Shailene for she was less picky of a person. By the time we had made it half way through, I wasn't paying attention no longer, and Shailene had her attention everywhere.
Then as we finished at the Astromony Club stand, I spotted Harry, he was standing on the bleachers, chatting with a few other teachers while occasionally scanning the crowd, and then his eyes fell upon me and he smiled as we made eye contact, and I smiled back, my heart fluttering.
I was actually missing him right now, even though the embarassment of Shailene pointing out my boner begin to show on my cheeks. I may of missed him, and wished he could hold my hand or cuddle me right now, but he wasn't getting away with me having to be embarassed becaue he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Then looking away, I pulled out my phone, and pulled up his contact before going to the text messages so I could text him.
'Loved the little stunt you pulled in the car, brilliant thing to do before being seen by lots of people. -.- Yet even with that being said, I can do it better ;)'
I couldn't help but snicker when I sent the message as the thought actually crossed my mind. Yesterday in the shower I'd be lying if I said that I didn't greatly enjoy pleasing Harry, pressing my lips to his wet skin, and running my hands over him.
Never in my life had I been the type of person who'd imagine himself pleasing another, but now in this moment the thought irrefutable. I could literally feel a desire to touch him, and make him happy begin to build up. The thought made me excited, yet made me wonder.
From the few times we had sex, or did sexual things, he had always been the dominent one (minus the shower incident), which made me ponder over the thought whether he'd would want me to take control or not. Since he was basically my first partner I did naughty things with, I wasn't sure if the dominent was my thing anyways, but today I wanted to be dominent, even though I didn't really know how.
'Is this you asking for another rookie challenge? ;) ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXxX'
Rolling my eyes I quickly texted him back,
'No Styles. This is me saying I can't seem to erase the image of me running my hands, and tongue over you from my head. ;)'
After I sent the daring message I looked up at him, and moments later I saw his expression change as he swallowed. The message definately had an effect on him.
'Very cheeky Mr. Tomlinson, perhaps you'd like to save this conversation for later? ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
Chuckling to myself I looked up at him, and just as I suspected his eyes were on me, and I stuck out my tongue.
'Nah. I think it's cute that your uneasy getting dirty images in your head when in public. ;)'
I send back,
'Louis. ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
'I can hear you screaming that, my name bouncing off the walls of the shower as you take back your rookie statement.'
I send back, and Shailene nudges me. "Get off your phone, and pay attention." She says, and I nod as I pretend to put my phone away, but whip it back out the instant her attention is diverted away.
'Are you saying you want more of that? :O ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
I hesitate for a moment, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I pondered on the thought for a moment. I wasn't sure if I wanted to act upon my thoughts, for they were a bit extreme for even me, to picture me taking him. I wonder if Harry has had that experiance with any other guys before? He seemed like the type of guy, judging by the way he acted, to have experiance before.
'Yes. I want to try.'
I send, my heart starting to pound as I felt the conversation become more serious, this was serious. I wanted to have sex again, dont' get me wrong, we hadn't gone that far in about two weeks, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to top. Yes top.
'Louis, grab whatever stuff those booths gave you, we're leaving now. ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
He couldn't be serious? Was he serious? Was he really that eager. Looking over at him, I saw him gathering his things, and saying something to the other teachers he was talking to. Oh shoot. He was serious.
"Hey..um..Shailene?" I say, poking her in the side, and she glances back at me. "Hmm?" She hums, and I bite my lip, my heart pounding hard. "I have to go." I say, and she frowns. "Why?" She asks, disappointment clear in her tone, making it obvious she hadn't expected me to leave so soon. "Because, I need to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, text me." I say, and she gives me a weird look as I begin to stumble away, pushing my way through the crowd.
Was I eager to? I wasn't sure, but I couldn't seem to find the ability to wait for the moment any longer.
"Louis!" Shailene's muffled shout called out, but I ignored her, pushing through the people to get to the door.
I felt a sense of freedom, and the ability to breath once I stepped into the roomy hall, "You really know my weak spots don't you." Harry's voice growls as he walks by me, and drags me behind him by my shirt, and I follow willingly. "I didn't expect you to be so eager." I admit, the both of us being quiet as he dragged me and out and over to the cars. "We'll leave your car here one more night, your coming home with me." He says, unlocking the car door, and opening it for me to get in.
Was he really this excited to have me top? Because honestly now I was begining to wonder if I had made a mistake being the fact my killer desire to be dominent faded the instant he was in my presence.
"Am I spending the night again?" I ask, but he ignores me as he gets intonthe drivers side and turns on the car before peeling out of the driveway.
For the whole ride it was silent. Harry obviously in a big rush to get home, and me getting more nervous the closer we got. For a few minutes I had been actually entertained by the idea of me topping him, leaving love bites, and such but now I was nervous, yet still wanted to make him happy.
But, what if I disappoint him?
As we pulled into the neighborhood I shook my head in wonder at how fast the drive had gone, impressed that he had gotten us here so fast.
"We'll take it step by step." Harry promises when we pull into the driveway, and I nod. "I want to, but it'll be like the first time we're having sex cause I'm nervous and inexperianced." I say as I watch him turn off the car. "After your stunt in the shower yesterday, I don't think experiance is your issue, confidence would be a better word." He says, getting out of the car door and opening mine before stretching out a hand for me.
''C'mon." He says, and I slip my fingers through his as he pulls me to my feet and shuts my door before we walk inside. "Hi boys!" Maddie calls when we step through the front door, and kick off our shoes. "Hi Maddie!" We both say in union, Harry in a terrible rush, and me in a nervous state.
"Hey Maddie will our late lunch be ready soon?'' Harry calls, and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "In about half hour!" She calls back and he nods as he guides me to the stairs, ''Thank you!" He calls, and we run up the stairs, him dragging me behind him. "We'll go slow." He repeats, kicking opening his bedroom door, and ushering me inside before shutting it and locking it as he pulled off his blazer and shirt, revealing his amazing upper half.
"You won't be needing this." He says, grabbing the bottom of my shirt, and pulling it over my head then wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled our chests together, and I jumped at the oppertunity to start pressing kisses over his exposed collar bones and neck.
I was still nervous, but decided to just do it.
"Wait until we get to the bed baby." Harry groans, his eyes fluttering shut as he begin to step forward, pushing me with him, and then twisted us over before falling back on the bed, pulling me on top of him.
"And here I was thinking you were impatient." I tease, straddling him as I leaned down and continued to assault his neck with my lips, slowly dragging my tongue along as he ran his hands up and down my back.
I continued this for a moment or two, until hisnbreath hitched when I hit his sweet spot, and I didn't hesitant to attach my lips to it as I bit down and begin to suck.
"Oh Louis.." He moans, his body pulsing under mine as I moaned softly from how hot his moan was.
Once I had damaged the skin enough, I mimicked Harry's behavior of pulling my lips away and blowing on the bruised sweet spot, then proceed to spread my kisses along his jawline, and chin, occasionally kissing the corner of his mouth as he grew hard beneath me. I was actually really enjoying this so far.
Usually it was me convulsing, gasping, moaning, and squirming at his touch but now to know that I; Little Louis had this effect him, made me feel good, because I was making him feel good.
"L-Louis.." He breathed and I nodded, still pressing my lips to his warm skin. "Yes?" I mumble, nibbling on the sharp point of his jawline, and he tightened his grip on my lower back. "I can't w-wait anymore, n-now please." He begged, and I hesitated for a moment.
I could feel his boner against my thigh, it was rock hard and pulsing hard. "Okay." I then whispered, afraid, but willing. "
There's lube in my draw, g-get it, cause I h-haven't been take by the arse in a long time.'' He heaves, and I nod as I hesitently roll off his, and slide off the bed as I walk over to the draw and pull it open before producing the can of lube.
"What now?" I ask, my breath hitching as I watched Harry undress himself. "Smear it on your cock." He says, and I look down to the lube and back to him. "In front of you?" I squeak, and he nods. "Yes babe, in front of me. If it was a condom then I'd put it on with my mouth." He says, winking as I bite my lip hard.
"O-Okay." I stammer, popping off the lid before settig it on the counter and I quickly stripped out of my sweats, and boxers, Harry's green iris' watching with a hungry expression. He wanted to eat.
"Go on." He says, licking his lips. Swallowing the small lump in my throat I dip my fingers into the lube, and then rub my hands together before proceeding to smeer it over my member in a pumping motion as Harry watched shamelessly.
"That's good." He says, and I nod as I shiver slightly from the cool oil on my bare skin, and then walk back over to him. "Let me put my legs on your shoulder, that'll be easier." He says, and I nod as I crawl onto the bed, my body so small compared to his, and my face so childish with the long floppy hair and all.
"Grab my hips." He informs, and I nod as I rest my hands on them with a firm grip, and he puts his legs on my shoulders, causing me to slouch a bit. "Harry I've never entered someone before." I admit shyly, unsure of how to do it, or what to do.
"Just line up your tip, and push baby." He informs, and I nod taking a long deep breath. "Sorry if I hurt you." I appoligize, and he nods, biting his bottom lip hard as I pushed my tip in, and instantly his hips tried to jerk away, but I tightened my grip.
"Now I know what you mean by tight." I breath, sweat already begining to form on my forehead, as I thrusted forward again, getting about two inches in and Harry hisses before moaning.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, ready to pull out on demand, but he shakes his head. "No sweetheart, I just haven't been screwed in awhile." He informs, and I nod as I thrust in again, and immediately moan.
Him being so tight around my hard member was a feeling that was amazing but hard to describe, it almost felt better then when he did it to me or gave me that blow job.
"Faster Louis." He pleads, pressing his hips foreward to get more contact, and I nod as I begin thrusting faster, no pauses inbetween this time. "Oh..Louis..mm..oh.." He moans, and within a minute I could get almost all the way in and we begin to create a perfect rhythm of pleasure.
"Oh gosh..you feel so good Harry.." I breath, another moan falling from my lips. "Louis! Harder!" He shouted, and I begin to go as hard and as fast as my small body could manage, sweat dripping off my face and onto his chest and stomach now.
"I'm c-close." I admit, and he nods, grinding his hips on mine. "M-Me to!" He says, and then I can't hold it anymore as I scream, before filling him up with warm cum.
"LOUIS!" Harry screeched, arching his back as he came, and I felt warm liquid smear over my stomach and chest. ''Ahh.." I breath, collapsing on his chest, and we both lapsed into silence as our heavy breathing filled the air.
"I score you an eleven out of ten." He says, and I laugh. "I give you a two point five." He then smacked me lightly over the head,
"Your lucky I love you Tomlinson."

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