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Louis was minding his own business stocking a new shipment of vinyl when from a few paces away he heard the sound of crumbled paper and a mumbled “shit”. He looked over to see a mop of brown curls bent over picking up a pile of bright orange papers that lay sprawled on the aged wood.
“Need a hand?” Louis said walking over to the unfamiliar figure, who looked up at the sound of his voice. Louis saw two huge emerald green eyes looking up at him over a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.
“T-thanks, sorry I’m so clumsy,” the stranger said with a slight blush in his cheeks.
“It’s fine, uhm what are these for?” Louis said scanning the flyer.
“Oh, I was uh wondering if I could hang some up in the window and put some by the register, it’s for an art show next weekend.”
Louis was finally able to get a better look at the boy now that he stood back up. He was much taller than himself, maybe four inches or so, he wore a crisp white polo with that little alligator symbol Louis never understood tucked into blue and white striped shorts rolled at the knee with a pair of those fucking stupid ass boat shoes. I bet he doesn’t even own a boat.
“We usually only hang flyers for gigs-“
“Oh okay well uhm sor-“
“But I think I can make an exception for this if you tell me your name…”
“It’s Harry.”
“Hi Harry, I’m Louis.” Louis says reaching for the stack of flyers from his hands.
“Thank you so much for hanging these up for me.” Harry said eagerly.
“I only said I think I could make an exception, maybe if you come out to the shop tomorrow night I’ll hang ‘em.”
“Oh, what’s tomorrow night?”
“We have a little social gathering the last weekend of every month, free beer, good music, you should come.” Louis says as he drops the stack of flyers on the counter.
“Ya, ya okay I’ll be there.” Harry said with a shaky voice.
“Don’t worry pretty boy no one’s going to jump you and steal your wallet. But uh I gotta get back to work, see ya tomorrow Harry.” Louis said walking away before getting a response. He didn’t turn back around until he heard the bell on the door chime, signaling Harry’s exit.
Louis wasn’t quite sure why he invited Harry to the party, or why he couldn’t stop thinking about him hours after he left. But he was curious to know more about him, he must have had some passion for the arts if he was attending an art show, or maybe his parents sponsored the event, either way he couldn’t get this kid out of his head, and he only knew of one way to ease his mind.
“Hey Niall you got an opening now?” Louis says sitting down on a long leather chair in his best friend’s tattoo parlor.
“For you? Always mate, what are we doing today and what’s his name?” Niall says getting his gun ready. Louis has known Niall since birth, he could read him better than anyone and he knew there was no use making up a lie but he tried it anyway.
“Huh? There is no he and I don’t know how about a camera or something?” Louis said rolling up the right sleeve of his black shirt.
“Stop fucking lying to me or I’m no doing this.” Niall said looking him straight in the eye.
“Harry.”
“Harry?”
“Yes, that’s his name, happy now come on,” Louis said tapping the skin on his forearm, “get to work.”
Niall rolled his eyes and started to clean off the spot on his friend’s arm, “you’ve never talked about a Harry before, who is he?”
“Met him today, came in to the shop, wanted to hang flyers for some art show.”
“And…”
“And I invited him to the party tomorrow, told him I wouldn’t hang them unless he came.”
“I swear to god,” Niall groaned out as he began to ink Louis’s skin, “if this turns into one of your notorious fucking relationships I’m done being your friend.”
“Chill Niall, I don’t even think the kid’s gay, but he’s fucking gorgeous and different…”
“Have you looked in the mirror Louis? And he’s different?” Louis chuckled as he looked up into the mirror in front of him, ya he was different, he had a lip ring and huge plugs in his ears, the skin on both arms almost completely covered in various designs, but Niall looked like him too so he wasn’t that different.
“Believe it or not he’s actually kinda completely opposite of me.”
“Go on.” “The kid wears fucking boat shoes for Christ’s sake.”
The second those words slipped off his tongue he felt Niall stop what he was doing. “B-boat shoes, Louis, what the fuck?!” “I know, I know, but…” “But nothing, why the fuck would a kid who wears god damn boat shoes be interested in you? I love you mate you know that but seriously, you’re trying to screw a posh little fuck who probably goes to that private uni down the road.”
“Shouldn’t you be relieved I didn’t say he looks like every other guy I’ve screwed, maybe it’s better I go for someone like him. Shit I don’t even know anything about him besides his name.”
“Well when you find out more please inform me, I’m dying to know!” Niall says sarcastically as he wipes down the small tattoo, “how’s this look?”
“Perfect, thanks.” “Ya whatever, let’s go get drunk you owe me.”
Louis spends the next day rearranging the shop for the party, moving all the highly valuable records and books to the backroom and dragging tables and chairs to the parking lot out back. Niall finally comes around to assist, bitching that he doesn’t even work there and has to help, Louis tells him to shut the fuck up and that he get free booze and food and that should be enough.
“You think pretty boy is gonna show up? I’m dying to meet him.” Niall asks carrying a keg over his shoulder and dropping it down on a table.
“Don’t know, and you better not start shit.”
“Just need to make sure I approve of him for my little Lou Lou.” Niall says mockingly pinching Louis’s cheeks. “Fuck off and help me lift this.” Louis says before punching Niall in the gut.
As with any of the parties Louis has here nobody is drunk until at least 11 pm mostly because they spend the first couple of hours doing what the party was intended for, swapping vinyl and books and talking about the last few gigs they attended. Niall is usually the first one to start handing out cups of beer to all the familiar faces and some new ones, people he swears he’ll talk to eventually.
“You’re getting antsy mate, here.” Niall says handing Louis a cup.
“I’m fine.” Louis says swigging down most of the beer, he’s just buzzed enough to still be coherent and not make an ass of himself just in case Harry does show up.
“I’m sure he’ll show, unless he got scared off thinking we were some cult.”
“There,” Louis says pointing past a few people, “that’s him, I’ll be right back.”
Niall grabs his arm before he can walk off. “That’s Harry?” Niall says with an eyebrow raised staring at a boy wearing a buttoned up plaid shirt rolled at the elbows and dark blue jeans. “Oh god they’re going to eat him alive, better go save him Louis” Niall responds mouth agape.
“Fuck you.” Louis says grabbing a cup of beer and walking in Harry’s direction.
“You came!” Louis exclaimed handing Harry the cup.
“Thanks, ya I did, need those flyers hung ya know.” Harry said taking a sip of the beer.
“Oh yes right.” Louis responded.
“What?” Harry yelled resting his hand on Louis’s shoulder leaning his head down closer, the music too loud to really have a conversation.
“Nothing.” Louis asked looking into Harry’s eyes; they seemed greener today, if that was even possible. He leaned his head into Harry’s ear taking in the faint smell of vanilla and musk and it made is eyelids flutter. “So you never told me Harry, do you actually paint or are you like helping out your parents’ or something with that gallery?” He felt his stomach flip when he saw two dimples form when Harry smiled and laughed,
“yeah I do actually, uhm some of my pieces are going to be displayed there but I sketch more than anything, don’t have time to do big pieces, with uni and all that.”
“Ah right,” Louis said, “well my best mate over there,” Louis says pointing in Niall’s direction, “is a tattoo artist maybe you can help him out with his shitty sketches.” He says laughing pulling Harry over to Niall.
“Harry this is Niall, Niall, Harry.” Niall nods at Harry with a quick hey before handing Louis another cup and a knowing look. “Harry is an artist Niall, look you already have something in common.”
“Oh sick mate, this is all my work,” he says lifting Louis’s right arm up, “did this one last night after he started talking about y-“ Louis jabs Niall in the ribs with his elbow hoping Harry didn’t hear him. “That’s my cue to leave, I bid you adieu,” Niall says as he dramatically bows and walks off.
“Sorry about him, he gets obnoxious when he drinks.” Louis says looking up at Harry, “need a refill?”
“Please.”
Louis wasn’t going to allow himself to drink as much as he did but being around Harry made him nervous and anxious and the only way to calm those nerves was to drink, but the more he drank the more he noticed about the curly hair kid by his side.
He was completely out of place but somehow meshed with everyone, no one gave him shit for wearing a shirt that probably cost more than their entire wardrobe, they laughed at all his jokes they let him ask about their tattoos and weird piercings. There was something about Harry that was so likable and charming and Louis couldn’t help but smile and be mesmerized by him.
He was brought out of his trance when he noticed Harry’s head was leaning down and two hands were rifling through the clump of curls on his head, a booming laugh escaping Harry’s mouth, “no product au naturale like I said mate.” Louis saw one of his friends, Zayn withdraw his hands from Harry’s hair and a ping of jealousy shot through his spine.
He noticed Harry didn’t pull away from Zayn or even look stiff as the boy obviously hit on him, Harry almost seemed to like it and flirt back, perplexing him even more. He made his way over to them a little more staggered than he would have liked.
“is he giving you a hard time Harry?”
“Not yet,” Zayn answered for him with a wink in Harry’s direction.
Louis could feel his cheeks redden at Zayn’s response as he wedged his body in between the two.
“no we’re having fun, no harm done.” Harry said with a laugh, “he didn’t think my curls were real.”
“I still don’t think they are, I might have to tug on them a bit,” Zayn replied with yet another wink and smirk.
Louis couldn’t tell if Harry was just being nice and playing along or if he was genuinely flirting back with Zayn and it could have been the alcohol but he was determined to find out.
“I’m sure Harry’s girlfriend wouldn’t be too fond of that Zaynie boy.” Louis says patting his friend on the back.
“Oh I don’t have a girlfriend Louis no worries,” Harry said smiling at him, “but my ex-boyfriend would probably have your head on a platter for touching my hair.” Louis choked on the beer he was drinking as the words left Harry’s mouth.
“You okay Louis?” Harry asked inquiringly.
“Yup fine,” he answered looking at the ground, “going to get another drink uhm be right back.” Louis practically ran away from where he was standing next to Harry his mind buzzing he’s gay he’s gay he’s gay! Fuck I just left him with the horniest gay man I know and he quickly filled his cup and grabbed an extra as he composed himself and made his way back over.
“Such a gracious host,” Harry said taking the cup from Louis’s hand their fingertips brushing against each other making Louis shiver.
“I try, I try.”Louis said shrugging his shoulders
“Then where’s mine asshole?” Zayn demands.
“Sorry didn’t have enough hands, go get it yourself.” Louis hissed back.
Zayn rolled his eyes and walked away from the two but not before grabbing a handful of Harry’s ass in the process.
“My friends seem to really like you.” Louis joked hoping it would hide the jealousy that he was sure was radiating off his body.
“Ya they’re all really chill nice people. Handsy, but nice.”
“Oh only Zayn, he get quite friendly the more he drinks, what do you say we go somewhere else before he comes back?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Follow me.” Louis said motioning to Harry.
They walk up to the back of the shop, Louis fished for some keys in his pocket before unlocking the back door and holding it open with his hip, “after you.”
“Such a gentleman Louis.” Harry said grazing his hand over Louis’s hip as he made his way into the empty shop. Louis closed the door and locked it so no wandering visitors made their way in.
“So you never told me Louis, do you own this place or just helping out your parents?” Harry asked mockingly as he hops onto the counter, legs dangling over the edge.
“Ha ha, it’s a little of both actually, been my dad’s shop for years and when he passed away when I was 17 he left it to me.”
“O-oh I’m sorry I didn’t kn-.” Harry said dropping his head down.
“Hey, it’s okay no worries!” Louis said patting Harry’s knee. Harry pulled Louis by the shoulders and separated his knees so Louis was standing in between them. Louis looked up at Harry, his eyes were huge and glassy, he wore a smirk on his face, not a pretentious one but one that Louis could feel deep in his chest.
Louis felt Harry wrap his long legs around his body pulling him into the cold surface of the counter, his warm clammy hands cradling his jaw, Louis intertwined his fingers through two of Harry’s belt loops as he pulled his body closer to his.
It happened in mere seconds but Louis felt Harry’s breath ghost over his face as he brought his lips to Louis’s own, but instead of kissing him, Harry bit around his lip ring and pulled hard licking at the skin in the process, eliciting a small moan from Louis.
“Been wanting to do that all night,” Harry said into Louis’s mouth before kissing him hard.
Harry’s mouth was warm and comforting even though he was biting him and his tongue was frantically searching for Louis’s, Louis responded by entwining them together, yearning for Harry, wanting more now that he finally had a taste of him. Louis removed his hands from Harry’s belt loops and rested them on each of Harry’s thighs kneading the material with his fingertips gasping into Harry’s mouth as Harry tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck.
Louis understood why they called it liquid courage because he didn’t think twice about moving his right hand farther up Harry’s thigh before he felt himself palming at Harry’s crotch and Harry reciprocated by pushing his hips forward and letting a moan escape his mouth attached by Louis’s name.
He let his hand wander to the button, that small one-inch circle keeping him from touching Harry, he popped it open one handed and looked up at Harry before proceeding. Harry’s lips were swollen and red and Louis really wanted nothing more than for them to be wrapped around his cock right now, he bit his lip before looking down at his hand and then back up at Harry as to ask can I?
“Please” Harry’s voice came out deep and hoarse and it made Louis grow even bigger in his jeans as he let his fingers unzip Harry’s.
Harry immediately lifted himself off the counter so Louis could pull his jeans and pants down over his hips.
“fuck it’s cold” Harry hissed and Louis just laughed and took his shirt off to put it under Harry’s bum.
“They’re beautiful…” Harry said running a hand across the tattoos on Louis’s chest leaving goose bumps in his trail.
“Thanks, so are you,” Louis said looking down at Harry’s cock then back up at Harry while licking his lips.
He felt Harry lean back down and suck at the script under his collarbone and it made Louis’s knees weak.
He took Harry into his hand, the first feeling of bare skin on Harry’s cock makes him whimper and his heart race, he begins jerking slow and tight as he heard Harry moan into his chest, Harry felt amazing, he was perfect and big and Louis’s mouth was watering at the sight of the bead of precome on the head. He couldn’t wait any longer and scooted Harry to the edge of the counter.
“You gonna take me right here?” Harry says with a filthy smile before Louis is letting his tongue lick up the liquid his eyes never leaving Harry’s.
Harry let a muffled “fucck” leave his lips before throwing his head back in pleasure.
Louis drew a long wet line up Harry’s cock swirling his tongue around the head before pursing his lips tightly together and sliding down and back up his length until his mouth was flooded with Harry’s taste.
Harry was letting out moans and a stuttered “Oh fffuck oh my g- shit Louisfuck!” he uses Harry’s moans as leverage to suck harder and faster “mmm” Louis buzzes around Harry’s cock as he feels a hand tug at his hair, “yeah yeah yeah like that fuck don’t stop.“
And Louis doesn’t stop, he doesn’t ever want to, even though his neck is hurting from leaning over and his jaw is tightening, there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing right now than sucking off Harry.
He swirls his tongue once more around the head licking it like an icy in summertime until he takes the whole length back into his mouth and shallowly bobs his head.
“Christ Louis ooh my go-fuck I’m gonna come sh-“ Louis feels hot spurts of come hit the back of his throat as Harry orgasms letting out a harsh moan. Louis swallows hard and loud and he loves the way Harry tastes and is already craving more as he releases Harry from his mouth.
“Oh. My. God.” Harry says in between breaths as he slumps his body over Louis’s, hands wrapped around his neck, face in his shoulder. Louis wraps his own arms around Harry’s back, feeling the sweat that’s making his shirt stick to his back.
“That was bloody amazing Louis fuck.” Louis feels his cheeks heat up because he’s never been one for taking compliments and not quite sure how to react. He rubs his hands in circles on Harry’s back and gives him a squeeze before nudging Harry’s head with his own so he looks up.
Louis planted small pecks all over Harry’s flushed cheeks and pink lips and the tip of his nose, his own cock was still tenting his jeans and he could feel the wetness of his own excitement seeping into the fabric.
“You’re a quick one Harry,” Louis chuckles.
“Not usually but fuuuck that was-wow.” Harry says as he jumps down from the counter and pulls up his jeans.
Louis feels himself being pulled into Harry’s body as a pair of lips kiss from his jaw to his collarbone. Louis rests his hands on either side of Harry’s hips feeling the bone poke through as Harry twists his hips into Louis’s.
Harry is licking gentle flicks up Louis’s neck to his ear and whispering, “your turn.”
Louis feels himself being pushed hard against the counter; his jeans are halfway down his thighs before he even notices Harry dropped effortlessly to his knees. Louis lets out a loud groan his cock twitching at the sight below him.
“Come in my mouth k, I won’t spill any,” Harry says before letting his red lips glide over Louis’s cock.
“H-harrry fucck” Louis hates himself for making such pathetic noises right away but Harry’s mouth feels better than anything in the world and he can feel his knees shake as Harry’s teeth graze the skin, not in bites but small nips here and there, he’s using lots of tongue and taking him deep into the back of his throat.
Louis lets his fingers grasp onto the curls that have been taunting him all night, he tugs and pulls urging Harry on, “yeahyeah fuuck so good shi-oh” and Louis can’t help but to look down at Harry with his cock all the way in his mouth and he could have came right there if he didn’t want to savor the moment, the lust that filled Harry’s eyes as he looked up to him, the hunger and he just wanted more.
He tugged a few more times at Harry’s curls just to hear him moan as Harry swirls his tongue around the head before taking him out of his mouth and licking up the shaft.
“jesusfuck oh fuck Harry fu-christ” Louis is pressing his hips desperately into Harry as he feels himself on the brink of orgasm.
“Close Harry fuck don’t stop so good.” He swears he can feel Harry smiling around his cock but he doesn’t care because Harry is working his tongue and hand all over him and after a few more long sucks Louis is coming almost silently except for one deep guttural moan into Harry’s throat.
He feels Harry take his mouth off him and looks back down as he licks his lips and wipes the side of his mouth,
“Got it all” he says as he stands up kissing Louis’s neck. Louis braces himself on Harry’s arm as Harry leaves a few purple blemishes on his skin. Louis feels rather exposed now that he’s come down off his high and pulls his jeans back up, letting them hang off his hips.
Harry is the first to speak, “wanna just kiss and lick at every tattoo,” he says tracing the script he was biting on earlier. Louis bites hard at his lip before replying with a faint mmm as he watches Harry finger at the words.
“Wanna come over then? You can stay the night,” Louis asks confidently.
“I’d love to..” and Louis senses a but, he pulls away from Harry’s touch and looks him in the eyes, the green returning the glance.
“but what?”
“Well…ya know since I came here for you, and we had such a great time, I was thinking you can come to the art show next week, do me a favor this time” and that smirk is back on Harry’s face and this time it is pretentious and conniving. And Louis would normally get angry being teased like this but something about bending Harry over in some posh country club has his cock hardening again.