Clarity

"How much does a private jet cost?" I ask, tracing patters on my knee's as I rested my feet up on the dashboard. "More then you can make in a year." Harry chuckles, amused by my constant questions about the jet, questions I had been peppering him with since we pulled out of the driveway.
"So alot?" I ask, even thought the anwser was obvious. "Yes Louis, alot." He laughs, turning onto the highway in the direction of the Doncaster airport. "Why couldn't we drive though? I mean the gas would be cheaper." I point out and he sighs.
"It will cut half an hour off our trip, and don't worry about having a car. I'll rent one." He says, probably reading the next question forming on my lips. "Oh. I guess that makes more sense." I laugh, sitting back in my seat so I could look out the window while Harry's attention went back to driving.
"It does honey." He says, an amused smile on his face as we both finally lasped into familiar, comfortable silence. I could still feel my stomach knotting with antisipation, I was nervous yet excited, I was dreading the meeting yet looking terribly forward to it. It was really hard to make a choice between the two.
Also the thought of what I had learned about Carson had been lingering, but I pushed it away because I didn't want anything to effect the giddy mood we both were sharing right now, though his was a bit more realistic then mine.
I was eager to ride on a jet though, I couldn't remember the last I went to a new place on a plane, and I was ethusiastic to see Cheschire, Harry's home town. Harry had promised me when we first left that he'd try to show me around a bit, and let me meet a few people he knew but he wasn't sure how far that aspect of our trip would go.
I think though next to meeting his mother, I was also a little nervous to meet his sister. Gemma I believe. Harry hadn't really gone into much detail, nor did he talk much about her, but if she was anything like Harry I was positive I would adore her.
"We're almost there." Harry then informs, turning off the highway, and I nod. "To Cheschire?" I ask dumbly, making him laugh. "No doof, the airport." He said, turning onto a nearly deserted road made up of gravel.
"Shortcut." He says before I had a chance to ask why it was so secluded. "You seem to know Doncaster better then me, and I was raised here." I chuckle, my gaze focusing on the scenery outside my window, which wasn't much to look at, yet still enhanced me.
"Well, I use to drive around every aspect of the town, study every location, so that way I knew where I was headed." He says. "In other terms, you had alot of free time?" I correct. "Well if we're going to be boring, then yes Louis, I had alot of free time." He huffs, a smile still on his face as he let go of the wheel with one hand, and rested it on my knee so he could give it a light squeeze.
"Shocking." I state sarcastically, placing my hand over his, and laced our fingers together. "Very." He said, giving my hand a light squeeze as we turned into the half full parking lot of Doncaster. "It's usually not very crowded this time of day." He says, pulling past the cars.
"We're going to park next to the door, there I have people who will take my bags." He then looks at me with a smirk. "For the next hour you will recieve a demonstration of what it's like to be rich." He says, pulling past the front double door, and over to a smaller one.
When he pulled up he honked the horn, and less then ten seconds later two men dressed in pure white janitor uniforms with buzz cuts and a girl dressed in a navy blue dress with pin straight brown hair carrying a clipboard came out.
"Hello Mr. Styles." She chirps, opening the door for him, and he nods at her. "Ms.Garreth, how's Ben? Did the tonsil's come out all right?" He asks, and she nods.
"The surgery went great, he's up and about doing gigs again." She giggles, and I sit there listening, amusement on my face, and feeling a little bit like orphan Annie when she was first brought to Mr. Warbucks household.
Harry then walked around the front, the both of them still talking as she showed him the clipboard, and then he opened my door for me. "Alright, well tell him to change the time because I'll be out of town with my boyfriend here." He says, holding out a hand for me as they both smile at me, and I slouch in the seat with a shy smile.
"So your Louis?" She asks, a warm smile on her face, and I nod. "Yeah." I say, grabbing Harry's hand and he hoisted me out of the car. "Oh your right Harry, he his handsome." She says, grinning at me, and I feel some of my shyness dissolve.
"Louis this is one of my buisness assisstents Ms. Garreth, she's helping me aquire a company." He says, wrapping an around my shoulders as he kicked the door closed. "I've always wanted one." He adds, kissing my temple and I nod.
"Good ambition there." I state, and he grins with pride. This all felt a little weird, maybe not to Harry, but for me. Being introduce as the boyfriend by another boy, having people carry in our bags which I saw the men do with the corner of my eye, and just overall having cash.
"I would like to think so." He says, giving my shoulder a light squeeze as he sighed with contentment. "So is the jet ready?" He asked, and she nodded pointing to the turn a few feet ahead of us. "Yes sir, we just need to load your luggage, and Mr. Louis is there anything your allergic to? Now would be the time to chance the snack menu." She says, and I shake my head.
"No, I'm allgery free." I pronounce, and Harry raises an eyebrow. ''Don't jinx yourself love." He says, then turns back to Ms. Garreth. "I do believe we'll board then." He says. "Alrighty, I'll see you when you return, say hi to your mum for me." She says, then turns away to walk back inside, her heels making a light tapping noise on the concrete.
"She seems nice." I say, glancing at her until the door shut behind her, and then looked down at the car. "Oh Harry you left the car on." I say, and he shakes his head. "Don't worry, the men will come back and park it for us; all we need to worry about right now is getting our arse's on the jet." He says, tapping my cheek lightly before pulling his arm away and grabbed my hand so he could tug me behind him.
"Say hello to my baby, baby." He introduces, pulling me around the turn and into the bright sun, out of the safety of the awning. Before us there was a rather large jet, a sleek black with white stripes, was parked there.
"Wow!" I exclaim, a smile rushing to my face as my eyes widden with impression. ''It's awesome!" I shout, and he laughs. ''If I had know you were gonna get this worked up I would've video taped you." He says, running a hand through his mop of curls.
"Harry it's so cool! And I love the colors!" I state, wishing my phone wasn't turned off to save battery right now. Which remind me that I had to text Shailene, Marcus, and my mum and tell them I'm going out of town.
"I'm glad someone appreciates my color scheme." Harry laughs, lacing his finger back through mine for I had pulled them away in excitement. "It looks awesome." I announce for the second time as we begin to walk over to the stairs that were elegantly stretched out from the door of the plane to the ground.
"I'm glad you like it." He laughs, then stops at the bottom steps. "Louis' first." He says, letting go of my hand so I could climb up. "Okay!" I say, making so attempt to hesitate as I ran up the steel steps of the jet and found myself walking into a rather fancey seating area.
The jet was big enough to seat a minumum of twenty people, two to a chair, with a starch white table inbetween. Each table had a menu strapped down to it, and from what I saw phone chargers.
"This. Is. Brilliant!" I shout, running down the isle with a fast pace heart to explore every aspect of the seating area, having to stop when I got to the pilots quaters, and then I ran back down to Harry who was lingering the doorway with an amused face.
"I find your ethusiam very amusing." He says, then looks up at a panel of buttons right above him. ''These are some of the buttons the waitress' push to make announcements, and such." Harry says, and I walk over to his side and look up.
'Oh! What does this one do?" I ask, reaching my finger up to press it. ''Louis no!" Harry exclaims, but I had already pressed the button. Then once I pressed it reds light started flashing and a loud alarm blared through the whole plane.
''Oh. It's a fire alarm." I say, the look on Harry's face youtube worthy as he pressed the button again the obnoxious alarm, and show of red light stopped instantly.
"That Mr. Tomlinson is the button that signals the jet is about to crash.'' He sighs, and I nod as I reach up to press another button, just to annoy him, but he grabs my wrist.
''How about I show the bedroom before you figure out how to fly the plane?" He suggests, and I laugh with a smirk as he drags me away from the panel of buttons and over to a mahgony door. ''Nice door." I comment, "It looks like the President's door." I state, and he sighs, shaking his head as he twists the door knob and pushes it open.
The room wasn't really much, but it was big enough for about four people to walk circles in with out banging into each other. In the center, up against the wall there was a fancey bed frame that held up a king size mattress which was draped over with a dark blue blanket, and had four giant plush white pillows set up along the headboard.
"This is really nice considering it's on a jet." I comment, kicking off my shoes before flopping on the bed, landing on my stomach. The matress was as soft as a cloud, not that I would know what that would feel like, and I rested my head on my head as I rolled over onto my side and watch Harry peel off his blazer, and shut the door, locking it once he had assured himself it was shut.
"It is. I made sure of it." He says, kicking off his shoes then walked over to the bed before pushing me down on my back and loomed over me, grabbing my hips. "Now what shall we do for the next hour or so?" He asks, pinning me down to the matress by my hips as he hovered over me, his legs pressing against mine because mine were dangling off the bed.
"Something fun, like a board game.'' I say, purposly acting dumb as I felt a rush of excitement go through me, this plane ride was aiming to be interesting. "I think I know one." He growls, a smirk on his face as he pushed my back up the bed and once my legs weren't dangling his climb ontop of me and straddled me.
"I have a feeling this is one you've been longing to do for awhile now. No?" I ask, and his smirks widdens. ''You know me so well Mr. Tomlinson." He states, leaning down and pressing his lips to my neck, just half an inch a way from my sweet spot, a fact that made me start to harden in the lower depepartment.
"Well you are my teacher." I comment, my eyes fluttering shut as I tilted my head back, and then my breath hitched as he nibbled on my sweet spot. "And I suppose I'm supposed to teach you things?" He asks, his eyes swimming with a darker shade of green.
I wonder if he's been turned on all day, I mean I don't believe I had done anything, oh wait- When I sat him earlier my bum had been pressed against his, that was probably what started all that. Honestly though, I don't mind.
"Yes, it's in the job description." I chuckle, slipping my fingers in his hair as he moved his lips away from my sweetspot, up the side of my neck, and then across my jawline, nipping at my skin every now and then.
"And I suppose you wouldn't mind me teaching you how to give blow jobs no?" He asks, and instantly my eyes shot open as I pushed his face away. "Wait. What?" I ask, surprise on my features.
Was he serious? Did he really mean that? I mean, I guess I could learn, because eventually I'd be giving him one, but I wasn't sure if I was ready.
"I said," He presses his forehead against mine. "Can I teach you how to give a blow job? Since the first day I heard those pretty lips of yours say my name I've been craving to know what kind of pleasure they can give." He admits, biting his own lips as he traces my bottom with his thumb.
"I'm not sure, I mean, I might suck at it." I say, and he smirks. ''That's the idea Louis." He teases, making me scrunch my nose at him. Just walked right into that bloody thing. "Oh you know what I mean." I huff, making him laugh.
"But seriously, can you? I mean, if your not comfortable then I'll just screw you, but could you?" He asks, stuttering over his words a bit as he blushed. For a moment I remained quiet, unsure of what to say. Just how I had been the first time I topped, I was nervous, anxious, and just basically shy.
"Did I press your mute button?" Harry chuckles, taking my concealing silence as a sign, but I shake my head. ''Nope. Don't have one." I say, my eyes looking down to watch his thumb trace the smooth texture of my bottom lip.
"To bad, it would've been usful a month ago." He snickers, and I narrow my eyes as I bite the tip of his thumb. ''Naughty boy!" He gasps, pulling back his thumb, exhaling on my face as he sat up on me, still straddling my waist.
"Well that was mean." I pout, even though I didn't take much offense by the comment, and he raises two perfect eyebrows. "I don't-" He starts but then a voice over the loud speaker interupts him. "Gentlemen we will be taking off now so fasten your seat belts." She announces and Harry tightens his grip on as I try to sit up.
"Won't we get hurt?" I ask, and he shakes his head as the whirring sound of the plane starting echoes, and I felt a rush go through the exposed parts of my body as the jet lifted off the ground. "To bad there's no window in here." Harry grumbles.
"I can look when we go back." I suggest, squirming underneath him, and he looks down at me with a grin. "True." He says, and we both remain silent for a moment as we listen to the sound of the plane asending into the birght crisp air.
"Gentlmen you may now remove your seatbellts, and feel free to move around." She chirps, and the click of her hanging up the announcement phone sounds out, and Harry then looks down at me with a smirk.
"Now where were we love?" He asks, and I bite my lip. "You were about to counter-attack my mean statement." I remind, reaching up to tickle his sides, but he catches my wrists and pins them down to the bed.
"No I meant before that." He smirks, making my cheeks flush. "Harry, I don't know." I whine, "I'm not sure if I'll like doing it." I admit, and he kisses my forehead. "How about this, you start doing it, and if you decide it's to much we'll stop?" He suggests, and I sigh as I nod.
''Alright." I say, and a look of excitement crosses his face as he slides off me, and then stands up before peeling off his shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers. Once he was fully undress, and my eyes raped every inch of his body, he towered over to me and grabbed the middle of my shirt.
''You won't be needing this." He says, tearing it right now the middle. "Harry!" I exclaim, pinching his bum, and he laughs. "Fine, then take it off." He says, even though it was just clinging to my upper half by a few threads.
''Fine." I retort, praying the luggage would be accessible before we got there because last thing I wanted to do was walk off the jet with a torn shirt. "Fine." He mimicks, stepping back as I sat up and pulled off the remains of my now torn shirt, grumbling to myself as he watched me in amusement.
"Well are you just gonna stand there or lay on the bloody bed?" I ask, trying to seem mad but as always my smile failed me. "I'll have you know that bloody bed is the color blue you bat." He teases, grabbing my cheeks and giving me a sloppy peck on the lips before climbing past me so he could lay down behind me.
"When ever your ready." He says, and I dare to turn around. Harry truely had a perfect body, muscle in all the right places, not to fat not to skinny, a light tan on his soft skin, and flawless features to match it.
"What?" He asks, and I shake my head as I shift my position so I was facing him, that way I didn't have to peer over my shoulder to look at my handsome boyfriend, a word I was becoming very fond of.
"Nothing, I was just wondering how you managed to become a tosted marshmellow in the fall." I chuckle, my eyes drifting down to his member. I would decribe it for you, but I don't use that kind of language.
"Well it's not going to suck itself, believe me I've looked into it." He laughs, and I scoff. "Aren't you a piece of joy." I counter, crawling ontop of him shyly, my cheeks bright red as I sat on his stomach, my back face him and I scooted down a bit so I could easily reach the length with my lips by merely bending over.
"So what first?" I ask, chewing my bottom lip as I glanced back at him. "Just put it in your mouth like a lolli and suck it." He shrugs, resting his hands on my hips. "That's it? Is that all you did to me?" I ask, amazed that just one simple action could give so much pleasure, enough pleasure to bring you to a high.
"Yes love." He chuckled, rubbing my hipbones with his thumbs as I trembled slightly. I was really nervous, but now at this point sorta wanted to, most because I didn't want to disappoint Harry. "Okay." I say, looking at the length for a moment more, already sticking straight up and hard.
"You don't have to baby." He coo's, evidently sensing my fear. "No, I want to." I protest, sucking in a deep breath, and letting it go as I leaned over and licked the tip, making Harry shiver. I was actually surprised by how it tasted, salty, kinda like a pretzle or pickle.
Glancing back at him real quick, I then bent down and took the tip in my mouth before sucking softly and he dug his nails in my hips as he bucked his hips up. "Ahh..Louis..more.." He pleaded, the reaction almost immediate as I used his pleasure for encouragement and took a little more in my mouth, sucking harder.
"Good, good, good baby!" He breaths, throwing his head back, and I felt a smirk crawl onto my lips as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, tasting drops of precum in the back of my mouth, I begin to suck as hard as I could, hollowing my cheeks as I gripped his inner thighs, and with in moments he became a mess.
"Oh..oh..Louis.." He groaned, my name sounding like perfection on his lips as I felt sweat build up on his skin. He then bucked up his hips, and I gagged a bit but kept going, this all being not as bad as I had expected, but I could feel myself turning red from not being able to breath properly so I'd have to pull out soon.
"Mmmm.." He breathed, bucking his hips up again, hitting my gag reflex hard and I had to pull my mouth away then, which made him whimper. "I need a breather." I heave, my face returning to a normal color as he breathed deeply.
"I f-forgot how sensitive I was, haven't gotten a blow job in a-awhile." He gasps out, and then pulls me off him and down to his side. His face already had a thin layer of sweat on it, and his eyes were bearing a darker color.
"Do you want me to finish?" I ask, wiping some sweat off his forehead with the back of my hand. "No, let me explain it more first so you don't suffocate yourself." He laughs, kissing my cheek.
"Alright." I say, and then the reality dawns on me.
"I just gave you a blow job...!"

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