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Harry is an idiot. And very horny.
A horny idiot.
Tonight was supposed to be a night in. He was going to smoke a joint, eat some take-out and jerk off. But his night has changed—quite drastically.
He’s been home from work for two hours, instantly putting on a pair of sweats and turning on an episode of Love is Blind. This is his way of relaxing after a busy, hectic day at work. They've been preparing to choose a new hire for his 9-5 office job. Harry thankfully is not part of the hiring process but gets hit with the slack of his co-workers who are.
So, because of that, he’s been nursing the same beer since he flopped down on the couch, and it's getting grossly warm. He takes one more sip, cringing at the bitterness and sets the can down more aggressively than necessary.
Sighing, he picks up his phone to text his mom, he loves her and misses her because he's a momma's boy. Sue him. When the message is delivered he chucks his phone down beside the pillow and sinks further into the cushions. Honestly, he doesn't think his life could get any more boring. It's a Friday night, and he's alone and watching shitty reality T.V. at the prime age of twenty-eight he honestly thought he would be settled down by now, but hooking up is so much easier nowadays. A quick exchange of an orgasm with no attachments. He is embarrassed to admit how active his Grindr is but he's just a man.
Suddenly his phone dings, bringing him from his mid-life crisis thoughts. Picking up his phone expecting it to be his mom answering his message from earlier, he's surprised to see a message from an unsaved number.
“Huh..” Harry says, completely to himself considering it's only him in his apartment. He slides his phone unlocked and he chokes completely on his spit when his eyes scan the words sent to him.
+1 (555) 776-8854
iMessage
Today 8:48 pm
i wanna suck your dick till you nut in my mouth & your toes curl up !!!! ASAP !!!
Now–this type of message is something Harry isn’t quite used to on the regular. Especially when it's being sent through to his direct phone number. He notices the area code is local which makes him wonder if it's one of his friends pranking him. He sits up, pausing his show so he can think clearly. He ponders for a second— Who the fuck is this?
He debates just deleting the message and moving on. But he can't say it didn't make his dick hard.
His fingers hit the keys before he even thinks.
Who dis?
The reply comes almost instantly.
omg sorry wrong number.
Harry snorts.
Hell nah this is the right number.
Harry almost cringes at his reply, but his breath hitches when he sees the message bubbles pop up just a second later.
LMFAOOO is this jared?
He wishes he was, honestly.
No, unfortunately. It's Harry.
what an ugly name.
Wow, thanks.
you're welcome <3
Harry considers leaving it at that. A funny interaction with a stranger messaging the wrong number. A great story to tell his co-workers on Monday. But what if…
Jared sounds like a lucky guy I must admit.
only when i let him be!
Harry's eyes raise in surprise, and an amused smile fills his face.
What's your name?
i don't know you…
But I gave you mine?
ok? and?
You just asked to suck my dick?
no i asked to suck Jared’s but he obviously gave me the wrong number after we hooked up.
wait idk why im telling you this.
Please go on.
ew bye.
I'm kidding… but not if you're still offering…..
my name is Louis.
The irony of it being a guy who is messaging him right now makes Harry look up at the ceiling and send a quick prayer to whatever god is up there.
How old are you?
24, you?
oh god please tell me you’re not a graying old man with a limp dick.
actually, that sounds kinda hot…
Harry laughs out loud, the sound makes him realize how quiet his apartment is, now that his head has been immersed in his phone. It takes him three seconds to open his camera app and take a quick selfie to send to the stranger. He added the picture and ‘ 28 and it's your lucky night’ . Maybe he's being cocky– no he definitely is, but he has been told that he is a very handsome man more than once. The picture shows off his growing mustache sitting on his top lip, his hair is tousled from running his fingers through it all day at the office, and his naked chest is just barely showing.
He watches as the picture delivers and he feels a flash of nervousness fill his chest. What is he doing exactly? He just sent a stranger a picture of himself without even knowing what he looked like. Except, it is almost as similar to talking to someone on Grindr if he thinks about it.
His nerves suddenly disappear when a picture is sent back along with the angel emoji.
This time Harry sets his phone down. He needs a minute to think. The boy on his screen is honestly so stunning he might go into cardiac arrest. Maybe he's being dramatic but holy fuck.
The picture doesn't have the greatest lighting but it shows the other boys features enough. Harry notices his eyes first, wide baby blues framed by long lashes. His lips are a light shade of pink and his teeth are sharp and white. His hair is sprawled in all directions, light brown locks covering the white pillow behind his head.
Wow.
That is all Harry can respond with because, wow.
omg stop….
you're so hot I’m blushing!!!
Prove it.
why don't you come over and I will?
And that's how Harry, a horny idiot, ended up in an Uber headed to the stranger who texted him just an hour ago. He chugged two more beers right before leaving his apartment for the sole purpose of calming his nerves. He is not sure why. He's hooked up lots of times, but there's something different about this one.
He sends another thank you to whatever God is blessing him tonight because Louis only lives twenty minutes from him. He is embarrassingly horny at this point; he isn't sure he could handle it any longer. Thankfully, the Uber pulls up to an apartment building just outside the city not too long after. He says a quick thanks and exits the car with a slam of the door.
When he buzzes up to apartment 28, the door unlocks immediately. He climbs up three sets of stairs, avoiding the elevator to take more time to calm his nerves.
Standing in front of the apartment belonging to the person you're about to hook up with shouldn't be as nerve-wracking as it is, but he keeps recalling the picture of the boy that's standing behind the oak door in front of him.
Harry lifts his fist to knock, but before he makes contact with the wood, it swings open, and he almost falls to his knees.
Louis is standing there, looking even more gorgeous than he did in the picture but now Harry can see the freckles on his nose.He's leaning on the door slightly with a coy smile on his lips. Harry’s eyes then fall to his bare legs as Louis crosses them in front of one another, almost nervously. The blue cotton shorts the boy is wearing hug the tops of his thighs beautifully, his waistband is visible from the baggy white crop top and oh– he has a dangly navel piercing.
Harry is going to die.
“Are you going to come in or stare at me like a weirdo?” Louis breaks the silence, opening the door wider to let Harry inside. His voice is high but raspy and Harry wants to hear him moan his name right now.
“Right, thanks.” Harry gives him an awkward closed-mouth smile and he wants to punch himself for being weird.
When Harry enters the apartment there's an overwhelming smell of vanilla filling his nose. He then notices candles lit all around the open-concept kitchen and living room. There are tons of plants adorning the apartment, making it homey and very green.
“Would you like a drink?” Louis asks, rounding the marbled island in the middle of the kitchen, and opening the fridge. He bends over, the shorts riding up slightly and Harry swears he can see lace peaking at the bottoms, which.. He has to look away.
“Sure, what do you have?”
“Water, wine, beer, shots?” Louis peeks over the door of the fridge, a curved eyebrow raised.
“A beer is fine,” Harry states, reaching for the beer Louis hands him. Harry can feel a shiver run through him when their fingers brush.
“So.”
“So…”
“Are you super bummed you’re not meeting with Jared tonight or…?” Harry asks, twisting open his beer and taking a sip. Their eyes meet over the lip of the bottle.
“Honestly, not anymore,” Louis admits, Harry swears he sees his eyes twinkle under the fairy lights hanging above them.
“I'm honored, truly.”
“Honored that I want to suck your dick?”
Harry chokes on his drink and sputters, “Well, yes.”
“Okay then, sit.” Louis takes a step and pushes Harry towards the white plush couch sitting in the middle of the room.
“Wait, like… we’re doing this right… now?” Harry asks while being directed towards the furniture. Louis hums behind him and turns him by the shoulders when the back of his knees hits the cushion.
“What? Do you want to play Scrabble or something?” Louis shoves him down and lowers onto his knees in front of him. Harry sits up, pushing back, so he’s flush against the back of the couch.
“No, I —you really just want to…?”
“I really love sucking cock, Harry.” Louis cuts him off and deadpans at him.
Harry chuckles to cover his gay panic.
“Okay cool, love that.” Harry takes another sip of his beer and leans back onto the couch because he might as well enjoy himself.
And Louis goes right for it. His slim fingers -which Harry now notices are painted a lilac color- push up his shirt, making the waistband of his sweatpants visible. Louis quickly goes to work untying the strings and slipping his fingers underneath the waistband, feeling for his boxers as Harry lifts his hips. Louis pulls them both down to his knees in one go.
Harry cringes at his half-hard cock that he had been trying not to let get fully hard the second he saw the boy kneeling in front of him.
“Jesus Christ,” Louis whispers, mostly to himself Harry thinks and he can't help but let a smirk fill his face.
“You can just call me Harry.”
“ Ugh,” Louis scoffs, “Men.” he rolls his eyes and suddenly wraps his hand around Harry's length. Harry practically jumps forward at the sudden touch, the cool fingers against his warm skin feeling foreign. Louis jerks his cock dry a few times before removing his hand and licking up his own palm, making eye contact with Harry the whole time.
“That's hot,” Harry says and Louis leans forward and lays his tongue directly under the head, looking right into Harry's eyes again, but this time from under his lashes, making Harry let out a low grunt. “Are you going to take your time?”
“Are you going to shut up?” Louis bites back and sticks his tongue out to wet his lips. Harry lets out a short breath as Louis runs his free hand up Harry's naked thigh. Goosebumps fill his skin and Louis smirks as he pulls the tip fully into his mouth this time and that does make Harry shut up.
Louis pulls off suddenly, leans up into Harry's space, his nose pressed against Harry's stubbly cheek and he realizes this is the closest they've been all night.
“Use my mouth,” Louis whispers into his ear, his warm breath tickling Harry's skin.
“What?”
Louis leans back, and grips Harry's cock in his hand making Harry whimper –that’s embarrassing.
“Use my mouth,” Louis tilts his head sweetly and says, “Please?”
“Okay,” Harry replies dumbly, because what else is he supposed to say?
Harry presses an open palm to Louis’ cheek, pulling him in eagerly and kisses him. Harry loves kissing and he hopes Louis doesn't mind either, which he doesn't seem to, thankfully.
Louis kisses him back feverishly, mouth open and wet with want. Harry feels hot all over and Louis starts jerking him off, his hand steadily moving up and down his cock, which is hardening fast.
Harry moves his hand from the boy's soft cheek to his tangled hair, pulling back and pushing his head down directly onto his cock. When the wet heat closes around him he lets out a ragged moan, unable to help the noise that escapes him. He can feel Louis lick around the base, almost completely taking Harry in one go. When Louis looks up at Harry, mouth full of cock and eyes wide, Harry almost comes right then and there.
“Fuck, more, ” Harry groans, pushing Louis head down further onto him. They moan in unison as Louis sucks harder around him and Harry tightens his grip on the boy's hair trying to take more control.
He fucks his hips up once and Louis digs his nails into Harry's thigh, his eyes closed. The obscene noises coming from the wetness of Louis’ mouth urge him on more. Louis whines when Harry’s cock hits the back of his throat, he can feel Louis’ throat tightening as he gags around the length.
“That's such a pretty mouth, baby,” Harry rasps out, biting his bottom lip when Louis looks up at him with wet eyes. He tries nodding around the cock in his mouth but fails. Harry pulls him off suddenly, a string of spit connects Louis' lips to his cock and... Harry needs a minute. Louis breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly as Harry throws back the rest of his beer and sets the bottle on the coffee table in front of them. He leans back against the couch and Louis swallows him back into his mouth without warning.
“Oh fuck .” Harry throws his head back, pressing a hand onto Louis' head when his nose buries into the hair at the base of his cock. Harry moves his hips slightly at the overwhelming feeling.
Lessening his grip on Louis' hair when he feels a slight pinch on his thigh, Louis pulls off, instantly gripping the hard cock in his hands and stroking it to keep the sensation.
“Come in my mouth.” Louis pants, eyes glossy and hooded. Harry can only nod, mouth parted in shock at this gorgeous boy going down on him, and doing a fantastic job at it.
“ Yeah , whatever you want.” and Louis' mouth is back, wrapped around him. This time he sucks at the head, licking between the slit and tasting the pre-cum leaking out. Louis sucks eagerly, trying to make Harry come and it's actually working. There's something about his mouth, the way he sucks gently and then hard, and licks fully up the length to then suck him back down. True skill.
Harry can feel the growing pit in his stomach, the tightening of his upcoming orgasm and–
”I'm gonna come–” He warns, and Louis looks up at him. Their eyes meet and Harry instantly releases into his mouth with a groan. He can hear Louis whine as he Comes, his hips still as his orgasm hits him and Louis is grinning around his cock.
When Louis pulls off, he grips Harry’s chin between his fingers and makes sure Harry watches him swallow. Louis rises off his knees, straddling Harry's lap and before Harry can even recover Louis is kissing him. He can taste himself on Louis' lips as they move together. Louis starts rocking against him, his curvy body still fully clothed, his shorts bunched up against Harry's skin as he moves.
“Touch me,” he whines, and Harry does just that.
Wrapping his hand around Louis' waist he helps him move against him, the boy leaves open-mouthed kisses up Harry's neck, his tongue escaping to lick the spot behind his ear as he grinds against him. It's insanely hot and Harry needs to get him off.
Reaching behind, Harry slips his hand under Louis' shorts, feeling soft lace under his fingers and grips the skin there. Using his other hand, he reaches in front of him and pulls Louis cock out. It's hard and leaking, which makes it easier for him to stroke him quickly.
“Yeah, Harry– uh huh –” A high-pitched whine comes from Louis' throat as he releases into Harry's hand, still rocking in his lap. Louis’ head is thrown back, neck on display and Harry can't help but lick up his exposed skin.
It's silent for a second until Louis wraps his hand around Harry's wrist and pulls his hand out from his shorts. Harry chokes on his spit when Louis lifts Harry’s soiled fingers to his mouth and licks his fingers clean of his own come, sucking each finger slowly and not breaking eye contact for a second.
“You’re unreal,” Harry whispers, eyes never leaving the boy.
“That's sweet of you.” His voice is hoarse and Harry thinks he's almost.. shy.
He finds it unbelievably endearing.
After they’ve come down, Louis offers him the bathroom to freshen up as he orders Harry an Uber. Harry doesn't want to leave honestly but this was just a hook-up. A quick exchange for pleasure and he gets that, but he really wants to get to know this boy. Not only because he's great at sucking dick but he's cute and funny and captivating.
Harry leaves the apartment with a quick peck on the lips and a coy wave from Louis.
The walk of shame is quite humbling, to say the least.
—*—
When Harry exits the elevator on Monday morning he wants to cry at the thought of the mountain of paperwork he left for himself on Friday. When he reaches his desk, he sets down his briefcase a little too dramatically, causing Elizabeth from the cubicle beside him to glare. Bitch.
Before he can even log onto his computer, he hears his boss’s voice before he can see him.
“Harry,” His boss chirps. Still turned around, he mutters a reply as he hears the footsteps stop at his desk.
“I want you to meet our new hire, who will shadow you for a few weeks.” Harry almost sighs, turning around and his face drops.
“This is Louis.”
Standing just an inch behind his boss is Louis. The boy he spent the night with just two days ago and whose mouth was on his cock. A smile curling on his lips, waggling his fingers at Harry. Still smiling, he says with the sweetest voice, "Hello Harry, it's so nice to meet you.”
Oh. He is so fucking screwed.