I've loved Harry since I was 18. I've always found ways to be close to him, and hug him. We were really good friends, but I've always wanted more. I kept hinting it to him. The thing is, we were so close, we could act like a couple and he'd think I was just being friendly. I never blamed him, of course. He was young.

And then, when he turned 18, things kind of changed. We were still close and everything, but he started to stray. If I said "I love you," he would just... Nod. As if I just asked him if he was hungry. I started feeling heartbroken. I thought he was rejecting me. So one day, I went to talk to him.

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"Hey, Haz!" I greeted, walking into his dressing room. We were about to do an interview with Hollywire. He looked up and nodded, before looking back down at his phone.

I sat down next to him and looked at what he was doing. He was twitter tweeting people.

"Are you doing a following spree?" I asked Harry.

"Yeah, and just, ya know, tweeting," he replied, not even bothering to look up. I pushed down the phone.

"Can we talk, Harry? Please?" I asked. He closed his eyes and sighed. He then looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes.

"What do we need to talk about, Louis?" I sighed in relief of him talking to me and not walking away.

"Why?" I asked. He looked me confused.

"Why are you ignoring me? Honestly, I don't know what I did. I feel like I'm losing a friend," I said. As I reached the last sentence, my voice started to break.

"Lou, don't cry. Please don't," he muttered as he hugged me.

"How can I not? My best friend is breaking up with me." He smiled.

"I'm not breaking up with you. I love you too much." I smiled back.

"I love you too." As I said that, Harry started to lean forwards and his eyes wandered to my lips. Did he want to kiss me?

I would be lying if I said I didn't want to. I leaned in too, trying to close the space between us faster.

"Lou," he breathed. I shushed him and pushed myself to kiss him. As our lips touched, I screamed inside. I've loved this boy for two years and I finally get to kiss him.

I started to take control. I wound my hands into his curly brown locks and pushed him closer towards me. His hands grabbed my shirt tightly, pulling my body to his. I moaned slightly when a hardening part of my anatomy touched his.

"Harry, take your shirt off." He followed my instructions and tried to take his shirt off without separating our lips. But it was taking too long.

I grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up to his chest. I separated from him and pulled his shirt off before reattaching. He drove his hands towards my pants. He quickly undid the button and pulled my pants down. His hand ran up and down my cock through my boxers and I was ready to explode.

"LOUIS! HARRY!" I heard management yell.

"One sec!" I yelled back. There was a banging on the locked door.

"Come on boys!" It was Liam.

"Quick and quiet," Harry whispered in my ear. I bit his earlobe and whispered back.

"I can promise quick, but not quiet."

I felt a shiver run through the younger boy's body. I smiled, feeling proud for having that effect on him.

"Who's topping?" I asked.

"No one," he replied, pulling my bowers up so that my hard length sprang up.

"What?" I wondered. Instead of answering with his words, he answered with my dick in his mouth.

I almost screamed, but Liam banged on the door again.

"Damn it, Haz and Lou! We gotta go!"

"Stall!" I yelled.

"Don't worry guys. I got it," Zayn said.

I heard footsteps go away and I could now focus on the younger boy on his knees, giving me pleasure.

"Harry, I'm not gonna last long."

"S'mkay," he mumbled, never taking me out of his mouth. The vibrations didn't help with me trying to last longer. He bobbed his head faster and faster, his messy curls constantly hitting my hips. He tried putting my whole length into his throat and succeeded. The tightness of his throat brought me right to the edge. My mouth opened and my eyes closed. Harry covered my mouth with his large hand.

He didn't need to. As he swallowed, I came so hard, I couldn't scream. My toes curled, and my eyes clamped shut, my breathing fastened and I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. In my head, I was screaming his name like a chant. But I couldn't bring myself to make any noise. The pleasure overran my body.

As I started to calm down, I could feel Harry's tongue licking my slit, and I almost came again when I looked down. Harry was kitten licking my cum off my whole cock. But it was obvious to see he swallowed most of it.

I breathed hard, trying to calm down. Harry stood up and kissed me. I kissed him back lazily.

"I'm gonna go out to the interview. I'll tell them you're not feeling well, and that you MIGHT be out. Come on if you want," Harry stated. I nodded. He looked back at the door.

"Next time we do this, I want you loud," he said.

As he left the room, I sat there and just thought about what happened. I just got the best blow job of my life from a boy that I love. And I might get another one.

Notes

Aaaaaahhhh! I've been thinking about this story for a while, but I never wanted to write it down because I might not update a lot. But I thought fuck it. So I'm making this I've already mainly planned it out! So hopefully, you guys like it! Much love!

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