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Assistant: Title: but i could be your obsession
        Author: staybeautiful staybeautiful 
        Chapter: 1/5 
        Summary: Through the windshield he could see a maintenance road up ahead. “Turn in there.”

  As Harry was pulling off, Louis pulled open the glove box, dropping both their phones in the cup holders and rifling through the inside of it.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Finding the lube, Louis tossed it in Harry's lap. “You’re hot. It’s annoying.”
It’s the summer before Louis' senior year of college and he’s spending it getting drunk with his friends, working an internship he hates, and hooking up with Harry, the ‘straight’ frat boy he met in January. There’s only six weeks until school starts.
        Contents: Chapter 1: i let you pretend it's just for the night
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Louis’ heart was pounding so hard that it was all he could hear, like a rushing in his ears, like a swarm of cicadas circling his head. Under his fingers Harry’s chest was rising and falling as Louis dug the tips into his abdomen. His eyes were closed, living in a final few moments of bliss, savoring the strain in his thighs, the pleasant ache in his @ss, the warmth of the hands on his hips. 

  When his hearing came back, Louis opened his eyes. 

  Harry was stretched out beneath him, head tilted up to the ceiling with his eyes barely more than slits. Dark hair was flopped on Louis’ pillowcase and he had an urge to flick it off. Instead, he slapped his hand down on Harry’s stomach again so his palm stung and felt it all the way inside when he jerked in reaction. A smirk fell over his lips when Harry’s eyes finally met Louis’.

  “Not half bad, sugar,” Louis teased, letting his Georgia accent roll off his lips, and eased himself off Harry’s c@ck. For half a second he felt too empty and his muscles clenched in protest before he relaxed and ended up on his knees next to Harry’s hip. 

  Harry scoffed, eyes rolling as he stretched an arm behind his head. He was a six-foot wet dream in Louis’ bed. All southern @ssh@l@, always vaguely smelling of the frat house even when he was fresh out of the shower. The first time his roommate Niall saw Harry last semester, he flicked Louis on the shoulder and asked him why he was f@ck@ng someone who looked like he’d hate crime him. 

  “I’ve got a tour in thirty,” Louis said, pushing the tacky hair off his forehead and trying to sort if it’d look alright for ten prospective students and their overeager parents. It was July in Florida, so a little bit of sweat shouldn’t scare anyone.

  There was a spill of come high on Harry’s chest and if Louis were nicer, or if he cared, he’d wipe it up for him. Instead he reached into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a joint and a lighter before flopping onto his back next to Harry. His legs were splayed, c@ck almost soft against his hip, and he didn’t give a single f@ck about being on display. He liked the way Harry’s eyes would snag on him and then dart away like he’d get in trouble for looking. Like maybe it’d make him gay if he stared at a c@ck, but not if he sucked one.

  “I hate that sh@t,” Harry grumbled as Louis lit the joint. It had Louis smirking around the end of it, hollowing out his cheeks as he breathed in. He held the smoke while Harry peeled off the condom with a frown and tossed it into Louis’ overfilled trash can. As soon as he turned back around, Louis let it go, watched it curl out over Harry’s naked body before it disappeared. 

  “So you don’t want a hit?”

  His lip curled in disgust, but he plucked it from Louis’ fingertips anyway. When he put it between his lips, Louis teased his tongue over the corner of his own and breathed in with him. He took the joint back and then leaned to the side to kiss the taste of it off Harry’s lips. For all his side eyeing and scoffs, Harry accepted his tongue easily, wrapping a hand around Louis’ bare thigh. The joint burned between them, curling sweet smoke into their mouths as they parted.

  He pushed Louis back slightly, slipping a thigh against the inside of Louis’. Harry’s c@ck was chubbing up again against his leg, probably smearing tacky lube and come in the hair there. It’d be uncomfortable under the khaki shorts he wore for his Amb@ssador uniform while he spent two hours walking around campus. But still, he couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed about it. He liked being a little dirty, carrying a little secret. Especially, he liked getting Harry messy. Letting his frat brothers think he was s@x-mussed from some ADPi when he was losing his mind for Louis instead. 

  Harry moved to suck on his neck and Louis blinked his eyes open, buried one hand in Harry’s floppy hair and leaned over to stub the blunt out on the ashtray by his bed. He was feeling it a little bit, just the edge he needed for an afternoon of bright-eyed teens. The shifting had Harry biting down on his throat and it shot a jolt of arousal down his body. He curled his fingers in Harry’s hair and yanked.

  Harry whimpered, which had the same effect as the bite. Louis knew he was mostly hard, probably even leaking a little against the dried come on Harry’s stomach. He thrust up into it even as he muttered, “Yeah, thanks for the teeth marks before I’ve got 
  
    work
  
  .”

  “Sorry,” Harry mumbled, mouth still hovering over his skin as Louis held his head in place with the grip on his hair. 

  “Don’t look it,” Louis said lowly, skimming his other hand down Harry’s side to squeeze his c@ck lightly, “don’t feel it either.”

  Harry let out a stuttered moan and it had a smirk rising on Louis’ face. Harry was so nineteen and easy. He liked to pretend he wasn’t into it, too good for it all even, but he melted like butter when Louis got a bit sweet. And if he got a bit mean then it was even better. 

  “I’ve got to go,” Louis said, kissing the corner of Harry’s mouth and teasing his tongue right against the plumpness of Harry’s bottom lip.

  That seemed to get Harry back into his own head because he shook off Louis’ hand and flopped back onto the other side of the bed. “Yeah, me too.”

  Louis rolled his eyes as he slid off the mattress. Harry was the same every time. As soon as the bubble was broken he slipped back into a frat bro @ssh@l@. It’d been six months or so of them f@ck@ng around, but it was always a hell of a time to get him back into bed once he was out of it. It was like some sort of spell snapped as soon as he walked out of the front door. He was turning his cap back around, wiping the sweat off his neck, and heading back to the frat house. 

  It was so boring. 

  Walking right over the mess on his floor, Louis opened his bathroom door. He was in one of the uppercl@ssmen dorms, a quad with Zayn and Niall. Last year, their fourth had been Noah, but he transferred out and they’d been waiting on a room @ssignment for what felt like months. 

  After taking a quick p@ss, he cleaned himself with a wipe from the cabinet under the sink. He wouldn’t have bothered and just left the mess on his thigh, but the lube on his @ss was starting to get uncomfortable. In the mirror, he faffed with his hair and grimaced at the redness on his throat. At least Harry’s teeth weren’t identifiable and they might even be hidden by the ugly blue Rollins College polo he had to wear. 

  “No damage this time,” Louis called out to Harry to only get a grunt in return. There was a mess the week after spring break where Harry had bitten into his shoulder so hard he’d had to have Zayn rub an antiseptic on it twice a day. That had been embarr@ssing, but he couldn’t deny he’d let him do it again. 

  When he went back to his room, Harry was buttoning up his shorts. They were a near match for the ones Louis had to wear for tours, but 
  
    he’d
  
   never wear them by choice. Ignoring Harry, he dressed in his stuffy uniform and when he turned around, Harry was hovering awkwardly by the door with his phone in his hands.

  “Lost?” Louis teased, slipping his bare feet into a pair of dusty vans. 

  Harry’s lips pulled down into a frown. Whenever he got a little high, he moved slower than normal, which would seem an impossible feat and yet. “No, I just forgot I had a thing to get to.”

  Louis hummed and straightened out his polo. “You got a date, darlin’?”

  Harry’s scowl deepened and Louis wanted to laugh in his face. 

  “She prettier than me then?”

  “Shut up,” Harry said, rolling his eyes, but his cheeks burned.

  Louis did laugh then, pocketing his own phone and snatching up his name badge. He had ten minutes to get to Admissions and the drive took seven. He could have walked, a straight line that cut right through campus, but he didn’t want to start sweaty if he didn’t have to.

  Opening his bedroom door, he hesitated for only half a second. He was almost certain that Zayn wasn’t home yet, but if he was he’d have a good eyeful of Harry’s walk of shame. Zayn’s room was right across from his and Niall’s, along with the empty spare, was on the other side. As he stepped out, he peeked into Zayn’s room to see it was empty. Harry followed behind him apprehensively. He always was even though the apartment was quiet. As if one of his roommates was going to jump around the corner and catch him in the act.

  “Give her a kiss from me,” Louis said as he opened the door. He leaned up to press one right into the missing dimple on Harry’s cheek. Holding himself there he whispered, “And take a shower unless you want her to lick my sp@nk off.”

  Harry reeled back with a look of disgust that Louis smirked at. He shoved him out the door and turned to lock it. The door to the stairwell banged closed while he yanked the key out and by the time he made it downstairs, Harry was already gone. 

  It made him want to laugh again, imagining Harry running to his Wrangler with his tail between his legs. Louis thought maybe he got off on it a bit, the way he was scared to death that someone might see him, because he kept coming around no matter what he said. 

  The heat was oppressive in the parking lot. Sweat misted over his lower back in thirty seconds as if he was fogging over. The car seat was scalding under Louis’ thighs when he climbed into his old Corolla and the AC had barely kicked in by the time he was parking behind Admissions. There were already half a dozen cars in the lot and he cursed summer tours. Nobody wanted to go on a two hour walking tour of campus in this heat
  
    . Nobody
  
  . Least of all him. 

  He slipped in the back door smiling warmly at the families loitering in the lobby looking through the brochures and ogling the big map they had of different degrees. There was a makeshift break room behind the receptionist desk and inside he found Oli messing on his phone. 

  “F@ck@ng brutal out there,” Louis muttered to him, going to his locker. The code was easy to remember and he spun the dial with practiced fingers. He’d been a tour guide since he was a sophomore and now he was going into his senior year. It was all so familiar that he was sure he could walk campus backwards and blindfolded. 

  “Think we’re in literal hell,” Oli said, finally looking up from his phone. They’d been friends for a year or so, pairing up on a lot of tours because their humor played off each other nicely. He even got along with Niall and Zayn. They’d begged him to fill the space in their apartment, but he was an RA and miraculously loved it. A smile ticked up on his lips. “Have a good afternoon?”

  “It was alright.” Louis fiddled with his hair and then pulled the building keys out of his locker. “Sort of a lazy one.”

  Oli hummed and then stood up, stretching his back. They moved towards the door and just as they were about to go through it, he quickly reached and pressed a finger into Louis’ neck. “You’ve got an incisor there, I think.”

  A squawk rose from his throat and he kicked a leg out to try to trip him as they were walking through the door, but Oli jumped over it with a laugh. He stayed in the room half a minute longer, checking the barely-there mark on his throat in the mirror. Oli was just being a lying sh@t. The reddish smudge wasn’t even noticeably teeth. 

  
  

  ⋆

  
  

  “Are we going out tonight?” Zayn asked, words so lightly spoken that Louis barely heard him. 

  It was a long week and Friday found him lying on the floor in the living room, Zayn’s bong a foot in front of him, and staring at the ceiling fan. His eyes kept going cross, getting lost in the dizziness of it all, before righting again.

  Zayn was on the couch above him with Niall between his legs. They weren’t together, but only 
  
    just not
  
  . Like one wrong turn of their heads and it’d all be over. Louis loathed to see it happen, preferring to have them as a group rather than coupled off. Sometimes he went as far as climbing in between them, sandwiching himself in their bubble. It was annoying of him, but if they minded they never said so.

  Now, Zayn’s hand was dangling so his finger tips could trace the edge of the bong, an ugly green glass thing his mom had made at some hippie retreat. He turned to look at Louis, big brown eyes blinking slowly. It took him a minute to remember he even asked a question. 

  “Don’t think so.” The words came out dry and he licked his lips. On top of the tours he gave twice that week, he was doing an internship at a broker downtown two days a week. It wasn’t hard work, but it did have him running around playing at professional, which tired him out. The summer class he was taking started next week too. “Don’t wanna do anything if I’m being honest.”

  Niall made a noise of agreement, but Louis couldn’t see any more of him than the lump he made on Zayn’s chest. 

  “Heard there’s a thing across campus tomorrow,” Zayn said. His fingers swayed in a lazy circle and all Louis could do was watch them, entranced by the way his tattoos blurred. 

  “Heard from who?” Niall mumbled. 

  “Girl in my lit class.” Zayn yawned loudly. “Her sorority or something. Maybe even a few of them. I wasn’t really listening after she gave me the address.”

  “Zaynie always gets the good parties with those cheekbones,” Louis teased, raising a hand as if to pinch them, but missing by a mile. Niall finished the reach for him and Zayn swatted his hand away with a look far fonder than he would have given Louis. 

  “You think your boyfriend’s gonna be there?” Niall asked, reaching over the couch to grab the bong. 

  “Don’t have a boyfriend.” Louis closed his eyes and let the breeze from the fan draw goosebumps up on his bare stomach. 

  “That Harry kid,” Niall clarified, as if he could have meant anyone else. He blew smoke down over Louis’ body. 

  “Dunno,” Louis said. He stretched his arms back and then folded them behind his head. “Don’t really care either.”

  “Sure.” That one word from Zayn dripped in sarcasm. “You’ve been hooking up like all year.”

  “And?” 

  “And?” Niall said back.

  “Says he’s not even gay.”

  They both laughed and Louis tucked a smile into his mouth, trying to keep a straight face. 

  He’d met Harry at the first party after winter break. It’d been unseasonably warm and he’d been in a cut-off tank top, covered in sweat from the dance floor, with half his drink down the front of him when he saw a pair of green eyes and a dumb face looking at him. And remain looking at him as he danced with a girl and then a guy. As he went to get a new drink. It didn’t take much of anything to pull him into the bathroom. He said 
  
    I don’t even like guys
  
   with his mouth against Louis’ and 
  
    you’re so f@ck@ng hot
  
   when Louis was on his knees. 

  Louis didn’t even learn his name until the next time, as he’d stumbled out of the room after he came, not even getting Louis off. Something about that, being left on his knees with the taste of come on his tongue, turned him on even more. He’d left a spray of j@zz in the sink before he left the bathroom. 

  “He can be whatever he wants to be,” Louis said around his smirk.

  “’Cause you know he’ll be back anyway,” Niall snorted.

  “Love when he comes around,” Zayn admitted. “Always know he’s been here ‘cause the dishes are magically done or my socks are picked up.”

  “I’ll let him know,” Louis drawled. “Think it’ll spook him into next year if he finds out you know he exists.”

  Niall laughed loudly and then nudged the bong against the top of Louis’ head until he grabbed it. Turning onto his side he took a hit and closed his eyes until he breathed out. 

  It’d been over six months of seeing Harry around. The first few times were spread out a month apart and then it became more frequent. Since school ended for the summer and they’d both been on campus it was all the time. It could be a Tuesday afternoon or Louis dragging Harry home from a party on Saturday night and him not leaving until Sunday afternoon. But it was just s@x. They weren’t even really 
  
    friends
  
  . 

  Louis could count everything he knew about him on both hands and that was plenty. 

  He didn’t even learn his last name until the end of April when he’d shown up to a party and all of Harry’s frat brothers were in matching jerseys. There’d been some sort of club baseball league, all of them in a baby blue t-shirt with a shark on it. He saw Harry from behind first, frizzy brown hair curling over the collar. Below that it said STYLES real big and the number 17. It was a dumb name for a dumb kid, but Louis still wore it when he was face down on Harry’s bed later. 

  None of it meant much and his friends calling Harry his boyfriend was a bigger dig at Louis than anything else. So all he had to do was shove a finger in Zayn’s face and then laugh when he swatted it away. 

  He rolled onto his knees and then leaned over the two of them, real close to their faces, and asked, “Do you wanna get sushi?”

  
  

  ⋆

  
  

  They arrived late the next night. Niall had a gig playing some outdoor food market in the afternoon and they’d sweated their @ss@s off to cheer him on. As the sun set, Niall was able to join them, and Louis and Zayn had him buy a few more rounds of beer on the money he’d made. By the time they grabbed an Uber back to campus, they were all pleasantly buzzed. 

  “Don’t suppose it’s the same twenty people we saw last week,” Niall said, pushing his hair off his forehead. He still had his guitar case on his back and it wouldn’t be the first night he’d pulled a 
  
    “So here’s wonderwall…
  
  ” and still pulled at the end of the night. It never seemed to bother Zayn, who walked behind him with an even, unbothered expression on his face. 

  “Why, do you want to see that blonde or not?” Louis asked.

  “I don’t think I’m drunk enough to answer that,” Niall said too loudly and then slung an arm over Zayn’s shoulder. Somehow they seemed entirely unaware of what was brewing between them, while Louis felt too aware of it. 

  They followed the thumping music up the sidewalk to the sorority house. People were spilling out the front of it. It was nearly eleven, late enough that someone was already on the front steps with their head hung between their knees, while a guy Louis vaguely recognized rubbed her back. 

  “Rough night?” Louis asked as they passed and he grimaced up at him, but lifted his other hand for a fist bump. 

  “They’ve got some vile voodoo punch in there. Sweet as hell.”

  “F@ck yeah,” Niall said, bounding up the steps and into the house while he and Zayn trailed behind. It was packed inside, definitely not the same twenty people as the week before. The second session of summer classes was starting on Monday, so there were some fresh faces back on campus. 

  They formed a line to squeeze around the beer pong tables as they headed towards the back wall, weaving through people to get to the big coolers full of punch. Louis saw a few people he knew as he walked, patting them each on the back as he passed. There wasn’t a curly mop of brown hair in sight, but he sure as hell wasn’t looking for it either. 

  He filled a plastic cup with punch and hissed from the strength of it when he took a sip. No wonder that girl was dry heaving on the front porch. It tasted lethal. 

  Opening his mouth wider, he chugged half the cup in one gulp. Some of it leaked out the corner of his lips, so he wiped his face with the back of his hand and then licked it off. 

  “Think your boy’s over there,” Zayn said lowly in his ear. He was pointing to the left, but Louis didn’t turn to look. Instead, he smirked at Zayn and walked in the other direction. 

  
  
  

  Time was a blur. The room was heavy with humidity and smoke. One of the sorority sisters kept coming over and snatching cigarettes from people’s fingertips, flinging them into an ashtray, a display Louis found incredibly hot. Even so, he laughed behind his wrist and fished his lighter from his pocket when she disappeared again.

  “Thanks man,” the guy said, leaning towards him to light the end. 

  His eyes sparked up at Louis and he felt his interest even as he stood back, leaving distance between them. Most other nights he’d be intrigued, might c@ck his hip out, flap his hand around, see if it got a smirk curling on the man’s lips. But that night, he felt pretty married to the gaze stuck on his ass. He could feel it across the room. 

  “No problem,” Louis tossed back, slipping the lighter back in his pocket. Over the guy's shoulder, which was starting to curve in towards Louis, he could see a familiar curly head weaving through the crowd. It got a self-satisfied smile rising on his lips. 

  Harry was so easy. 

  “So, what are you studying?” he asked Louis, trying to get his attention back, but it was already gone.

  “None of your business,” he replied, cheekily, smirking at him before slipping out of the conversation entirely. 

  He snaked through the crowd until he spotted Zayn, sidling up next to him. Into his ear he whispered, “Think I’m gonna get out of here.”

  Zayn turned to him with a slow blink and then a similar smirk to Louis’ own when he must have spotted Harry hovering somewhere behind him. Louis didn’t give a reaction, just waited for Zayn’s nod before he moved through the living room again.

  He made it as far as the hallway towards the back door before there was a tug on his belt loop, pulling him to a halt. Biting a smile back, Louis took another step forward before a hand curved around his hip bone. 

  “Where’re you going?” Harry’s voice rumbled behind him, so close Louis could feel the shape of the words on the back of his neck. 

  Louis turned slowly so that Harry’s hand didn’t slip off his hip. He was always so careful, not wanting anyone to see, but after a drink or two he couldn’t help getting handsy. It’d be a lie if Louis said he didn’t like it, putting Harry on edge and keeping him there. Testing a limit. 

  “The bathroom,” Louis teased out. It was his first time properly looking at him all night. The dumb Tampa Bay Lightning hat was backwards on his head, with a golf shirt neatly pressed over his chest, and the same ugly shorts he was wearing the other day. Louis loathed how attractive his face was. 

  With a tilt of his head and a dopey smile, Harry said, “It’s the other way.”

  Louis shrugged, leaning a shoulder against the wall and popping his hip out, knowing his body turned into a slippery slope of curves. 

  “Havin’ a good night, sugar?” Louis asked, dipping his words in honey before he spat them out. 

  It almost looked like Harry had a full body shiver from that, but Louis had two cups of voodoo punch and it could have just been his vision going blurry. 

  “Could be worse,” Harry said with a shrug. “Had to pick my Big up from the airport, so I was late.”

  “I didn’t notice,” Louis lied. Sometimes he forgot that Harry existed out of his sight, that he’d be running off to the airport to pick up his frat big brother and not appearing right where Louis wanted him. 

   “Didn’t expect to see you here, though.”

  “Free booze? I wouldn’t have missed it.” Louis tipped the rest of his cup into his mouth and then held it out in front of him until Harry took it with a glazed look. “Mary Kate is in my roommate’s class.”

  “Which one’s that?” 

  “No clue,” Louis shrugged, not even sure if her name was right. “She’s probably the blonde one over there.”

  The heat of his hand fell from Louis’ hip when he turned to look at a group of girls standing by the stairs. There were ten or so of them, each with the same platinum curls. It took Harry long enough to snort out a laugh that Louis had slipped further back down the hallway, laughing when he heard Harry curse him out. 

  He caught him again by the back door, the overhead light busted and leaving them in near darkness when Harry pinned him against the wall, the cup getting lost somewhere along the way. They tripped over shoes and he was pressed against a raincoat hanging from a peg on the wall, the fabric fanning out behind him and tickling his bare arms. His eyes looked straight ahead at Harry’s nose, watching his nostrils flare before finally tipping his head back and laying out against the wall. 

  “Slippery thing tonight, aren’t you?”

  “Could be a bit more, I reckon,” he teased and then shoved Harry until he had him against the wall across from him. His arms flailed as he fell back and Louis bit a smirk down. “Watch your step, darlin’.”

  He rubbed at his elbow, but it was a half-hearted attempt at it. “You pushed me.”

  “You pushed me first,” Louis tossed back.

  A pout rose on Harry’s lips, never more nineteen and baby than when he was a little drunk. He always liked to act unaffected, but the more time they spent together the more Louis could see his tells. 

  Leaning up slightly, he kissed Harry’s bottom lip and then dragged it down with his teeth. He tasted like cheap beer and the sweat Louis licked off from under his lip. It wasn’t particularly nice, but he wouldn’t mind trying it again. When his eyes flicked up to meet Harry’s he was stock still, looking to the left, as if to make sure nobody was coming close. The hallway was dark enough that they probably couldn’t be seen unless someone started walking towards them. It’s why Louis had come in this direction after all. 

  “You have too much to drink tonight?” Louis asked, squeezing Harry’s waist lightly.

  Harry’s eyes flicked back to his, just barely visible in the low lighting. The green of them completely indistinguishable. “Not 
  
    too
  
   much,” he emphasized.

  “Good.” He slipped a couple fingers under Harry’s ugly shirt, petting over the sharpness of his hip bone. 

  They were so close that the space around him shuddered as Harry took a deep breath. Louis could have sworn he felt the room start to vibrate with his heart beat picking up, but it might have just been the bass. 

  “My Jeep’s out back,” Harry breathed out. 

  “Alright then.” 

  He smiled up at Harry, blinking slowly as if he was as distracted as Harry clearly was. His eyes hadn’t even strayed back to the main room for a minute. Skimming his fingers around the top of Harry’s waistband, Louis waited to see if he’d say no. But he didn’t, he just sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and looked hungrily at Louis. He pressed his thumb into the button of Harry’s shorts, watched his throat bob, and then slipped his hand into Harry’s front pocket to pull out his car keys. 

  Harry’s jaw fell open and Louis let out a low laugh, swinging the ring around his pointer finger. 

  “See you later then,” Louis said, side stepping past him out the back door. It closed with a soft thud and he was sure Harry was still standing there trying to collect himself. It might be a thrill for him to crowd against Louis in a dark corridor, but he’s not gonna follow him anywhere into the light. 

  He picked past a small garden and then over the sidewalk into the parking lot. It was mostly full, but quiet. The bass from inside was still rattling out here and it was like he could feel the asphalt shifting with it. On the key fob, Louis clicked the unlock button, looking around until he saw the front lights flash. Harry had parked near the back of the lot as far from a street light as he could get. 

  The door handle was still hot under his fingers when he pulled it open, despite it being well after midnight. Louis climbed into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind him. He adjusted the seat for himself, just to be a d@ck, and then turned it on. He hadn’t been outside long, but it’d been hot in the house, so his whole lower back was covered in sweat. The AC pumping out of the vents had him sighing in relief. 

  After a moment of languishing in the cool air, he tugged open the glove compartment. It’d only be a few more minutes before Harry came strolling out after him. Inside he shifted through his car registration and maintenance docs before finding a couple of condoms in the back and a small, half-full bottle of lube. 

  “Bingo,” Louis muttered to himself and then slammed the compartment closed. Through the windshield he could see a shadow moving through the lights, walking casually with hands in his pockets. He could spot Harry’s faux nonchalance anywhere by now. 

  From the backseat he grabbed the sun shade and pushed it open against the windshield, the car going pitch black around it. Even so, Louis managed to plug in his phone and then the car was vibrating with the Arctic Monkeys. It had his blood moving south before anything even happened, just in anticipation. The music was so loud he couldn’t think and if he couldn’t think, then neither could Harry. Which was just how Louis liked him. 

  He climbed over the center console into the back just as the driver side door opened. Harry’s face morphed from 
  
    something
  
   to annoyance so quickly that Louis didn’t even have time to properly catch it. But it did have him dragging his shoe over the leather a little slower before flopping down onto the back bench. There were a few papers on the seat and a crumpled t-shirt that he unceremoniously flung to the floor. 

  “Are you f@ck@ng up my interior?”

  Louis shrugged, holding in a laugh. “Guess you’re gonna need to get in here and find out.”

  He rolled his eyes, glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure no one was looking, then released the driver’s seat to slide forward and climbed in. His hand swiped out and pushed Louis’ feet off the seat, causing a grin to rise on Louis’ lips. 

  “So how was your night?” Louis asked, leaning back against the door, ignoring the way the handle dug into his back.

  A hand fell warmly onto his thigh, two fingers slipping up the edge of his shorts and lighting up all his nerve endings. Harry’s voice rumbled out of him when he said, “Don’t feel like talking,” and cracked slightly on the last word.

  “Of course you don’t, sugar,” Louis sweetly teased, using a hand to ruck up his own shirt and the other to tug Harry over him. He never did and Louis knew it, he only ever started talking to get Harry riled up. 

  Their mouths met in a messy kiss, like they were already halfway through something they hadn’t started yet. Harry fell between his knees, pushing one of Louis’ legs against the seat back and leaving the other foot resting on the floor. It wasn’t comfortable, but with Harry’s hand still on his thigh and his tongue in Louis’ mouth he didn’t care all that much.

  Harry did this thing where he started every kiss tongue first, even the first one. It’d thrown Louis off guard the first time they’d kissed. Some tall frat boy who couldn’t quite seem to look him in the eye, but going at him like he was trying to devour him. It was how he went at everything really: kissing and the few times Harry had tentatively sucked his c@ck. All with a spit slicked intensity. 

  Fingers were slipping high up under his shorts, till the material was around the thickest part of his thighs and couldn’t move anymore. Louis liked the restriction of it. Crowded in against the door, tangled and twisted up underneath Harry. It hurt a little bit, which was how he preferred it. 

  “You gonna get undressed for me?” Louis asked, pulling his lips from Harry’s to kiss the corner of his jaw and then suck on his neck. 

  He felt Harry’s reaction more than heard it. A gentle vibration under his lips and then the shifting of Harry’s body as he struggled to undo his shorts. Louis’ fingers joined his at the button before shoving them out of the way. He yanked the zipper down and then his shorts and briefs in one go until Harry’s c@ck was out and half hard between them. 

  Harry sat back on his knees between Louis’ legs, chest heaving with his breathing. His head was bent awkwardly against the ceiling of the Jeep, hair plastered to it and hard to see in the dim light. 

  Louis ran a quick hand up it, heard Harry let out a low hiss, and smirked to himself. 

  “Are you fixin’ to do anything with that or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”

  Harry scoffed, but pulled his shirt over his head anyway. Louis tugged off his own and then threw the lube at Harry and snorted when it thunked off his chest.

  “I don’t wanna f@ck up the leather,” Harry mumbled, but opened the cap anyway. 

  “So then don’t spill.” He kicked his shorts off, only just clipping Harry in the thigh with his heel. It was hard enough Harry yelped. If it had been anyone else Louis would have apologized with words or maybe even his mouth, but he and Harry weren’t like that. A kick in the leg wasn’t an accident between the two of them, even when it was. 

  Louis ended up splayed on the leather, one leg up and the other still on the ground. He knew his whole body was on display with Harry looking down at him like this. It’d been six months, but still sometimes when he saw Louis fully naked he got freaked out. Like he couldn’t quite believe that what had him hard and breathing heavily was another c@ck. Sometimes Louis could be a jerk about it, but he usually gave him half a minute to reacquaint himself with the idea. 

  “Maybe on your knees,” Harry said.

  “If you missed my ass, all you had to do was say so,” Louis teased, sitting back up. Before he turned, he gave Harry another biting kiss and squeezed his c@ck, smearing some precome across the head. 

  “Just - the angle. I don’t-” Harry blustered and Louis kissed him quiet, one hand holding his jaw firm, but only managing a few twists of his lips before he started laughing. 

  “You can admit it, Harry. Nobody else but me is gonna know.” He ran a finger over Harry’s jawbone and then across his lips. It might have been the one that was on Harry’s c@ck, but Harry didn’t protest when he tugged at his lip. When his tongue came out and licked the end of it. The slick warmth had Louis shivering in the cool air. 

  “That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled against Louis’ finger.

  The thumb of his other hand skimmed along Harry’s knuckles and then the bottle of lube. “Do you want me to do it?”

  His gaze shifted to Louis’ and something he didn’t understand passed on Harry’s face. Their hands stayed frozen together for a moment before Harry’s grip went slack and Louis could slip the bottle out. Quickly he got it uncapped and was twisting two slicked fingers behind himself. They were both still kneeling on the backseat, heads bent awkwardly from the ceiling height. The first finger pressing inside had him shifting his legs wider. Harry’s hands came up to grip his waist and then he sank all the way down onto the seat and started sucking on Louis’ chest. 

  The wet heat of it was so delicious that he rushed the second finger. Harry pinched one nipple and bit down around the other. A sharp wave of arousal rolled through him and he slumped his head forward to rest his forehead against the top of Harry’s head. He breathed in the scent of his shampoo and sweat, then breathed out a moan. 

  “F@ck, Harry,” he muttered. A tug on his nipple had him jolting his hips forward so his c@ck bumped into Harry’s chest before falling back onto his fingers. It felt so good he did it again. 

  Harry’s grip on his hip tightened, as if to still him, but he liked that too. His lips dragged across Harry’s forehead and his free hand curled in Harry’s hair to tug at it every time his mouth did something clever on Louis’ chest. 

  “Need another.” The words were a rush, lost in the pleasure in his head. For a second he wasn’t sure he said it out loud at all because Harry didn’t pass him the lube so that he could slick up a third finger. He didn’t seem to be doing anything at all and Louis was about to repeat himself when Harry’s mouth moved off his chest, shifting Louis’ own that was still resting on top. When he blinked down, he saw Harry squirting lube onto his fingers and then another was pushing in beside his own.

  “Good?” Harry asked, tentatively. His fingers were a bit longer than Louis’ and they didn’t move perfectly in time with his, but somehow that was better. They were bumping against each other and pulling in different directions and Louis would fall forward in a keen if his legs could move at all. 

  “So good,” he rushed to say, then tugged on Harry’s hair. Getting involved in this bit took Harry a couple of hook ups to brave and even once he’d stuck a finger in the first time, it wasn’t easy to get him to do it again. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, his c@ck was hard against Louis’ thigh and his chest was flushed, but part of him thought Harry was maybe a little afraid - of his ass or of doing it wrong, he wasn’t sure. 

  Harry’s head tilted to suck on his collarbone and then tug at his earlobe. Little sparks of pleasure trailed behind his lips. “On your knees?” 

  Louis nodded, pulling his own fingers out - and Harry’s, too in the process - before wobbling for a second on the seat. He almost laughed, but didn’t want Harry to think he was laughing at him. Instead he swayed forward to meet him in a kiss, a slow roll of their lips that had his hand tightening in Harry’s curls again and Harry’s hand gripping his ass cheek. 

  “C’mon baby,” Harry mumbled against his mouth, separating them. He used his hands to turn Louis around on the seat, until his head was crammed against the door and Harry was looming over him. He heard the rustle of the condom wrapper behind him and then the head of Harry’s c@ck was against his hole. 

  It’d only been a few days since he’d last been with Harry, but there’d been an itching under his skin for it. For the barest pressure just resting against his rim and Harry’s breathing sounds too loud even with the music still pouring out of the speakers. It had Louis arching his back and rocking against him. 

  Harry inched forward until the head popped in. A hot hand soothed down his spine and then short nails scratched on the way back up. Louis shivering as Harry thrust further in. 

  “Just like that, darlin’.”

  His words spurred Harry on until he fully bottomed out. Louis braced his forearm against the door, dropping his head in the barest space until it hit the cool leather of the seat. The hand that was sticky with lube curled against the seat and he tried his best not to smear it, but he couldn’t feel much beyond the pressure in his ass and the warmth of Harry’s hand on his hip. 

  “Okay?”

  “Peachy,” Louis breathed out, clenching his ass to hear Harry curse. 

  He started moving slowly and Louis met each motion with one of his own, his pace just faster than Harry’s. Like the pull of his body might spur him on to move faster. It didn’t work for half a minute, Harry drawing him out slow and steady on purpose. 

  “Come on sugar,” Louis said lowly, dragging his words across his own skin. The song faded out and in that silent space he heard Harry’s breath catch. It had taken Louis all of thirty seconds that first night to learn Harry liked his southern sweetness, the roundness of his words and the pet names that rolled off his tongue. It was the easiest sort of manipulation. 

  Harry’s pace sped up and Louis wished he had room to spread his arms out, stretch his back. F@ck@ng in cars was the worst, but at his f@ck@ng worst, Harry still got the back of his knees sweating. 

  He was mumbling something under the music, but Louis couldn’t hear him. Just the low buzz of his voice layered under Alex Turner’s. It felt like some sort of cliche scene from a movie that got all the details wrong. 

  The pace Harry set had the car rocking underneath him and was jolting him up the seat with each movement. It felt so good, his whole body tingling with arousal. But the seat belt crushed under his knee was starting to sting and his head was wedged in the crook of his elbow, which was almost hooked around the door handle. One good thrust and he’d be falling out into the parking lot bare ass up.

  Between one roll of Harry’s hips and the next Louis planted a foot on the floor and was angling his arms up, bracing a hand against the window. 

  “Don’t make a f@ck@ng Titanic joke,” Louis said, looking over his shoulder at Harry. His hair was sweaty on his forehead and his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth. He didn’t look like he was going to say anything. Actually, he barely looked like his brain was working at all. It softened something in Louis and his hole fluttered around Harry’s c@ck in reaction. “Sit back for me.”

  Harry pulled out and then Louis turned to shove him down onto the seat. “Jesus Christ,” Harry muttered as his hands fell open to his side. His c@ck was flushed and glossy looking under the condom as it bobbed slowly in the air. It was a mouth watering sight and for half a second he thought about changing tactics, but then Harry’s hand curled around his thigh.

  “Hold your c@ck,” Louis said and once Harry obliged, he slipped between his legs and backed himself down onto it. When he was flush, he leaned back against Harry’s chest, their heads slotting in together against the headrest. He could feel the beat of Harry’s heart against his back and the way his breathing was unsteady. 

  From this angle it felt like Harry might burst out of him. His legs were slung over Harry’s thighs and the AC vents were blowing cool air right on his b@lls. It was chilling in a tingly sort of way. 

  Harry’s right hand came up to run over his hip and Louis put his on top, guiding them over his body. They were shifting slowly, barely any friction possible in the position, but still it was so good. His c@ck was pressed right against Louis’ prostate and every single shift of Harry’s hips sent a toe curling pleasure down his legs. 

  He guided Harry’s hand to his nipples, squeezed with his own fingers, and then Harry’s right after. Lips dragged up the side of his neck as Harry’s other hand curled around the inside of his thigh, hiking his leg up slightly.

  “You feel so good,” Harry mumbled, biting lightly at the juncture of his shoulder. The feeling had him flexing his hips and grinding down and leaving Harry to breathe a loud moan into his skin. 

  “If I pulled that shade down right now…” Louis chewed out slowly, distracted by his hand leading Harry’s down to skim over his c@ck. Their fingers trailed up the length of it in tandem, the double sensation too heady for his train of thought. It had the words coming out crass in a way he knew would shock Harry. “If I did, the whole parking lot could see me split open on your c@ck.”

  Harry sucked in a sharp breath, his hand pulling from Louis’ to wrap around him in a sharp tug. A long moan drew out of Louis’ lips and he pushed one leg back to brace it on the seat at an awkward angle, trying to get more leverage. 

  “Would you like that, sugar? A crowd of people watching us?”

  The grip on his thigh turned almost painful, the strength of it hauling his leg higher and with that movement and Louis’ leg braced they were able to get a semi-decent thrust going. The air punched deliciously out of Louis’ chest. 

  “No,” Harry ground out, finally, teeth pulling at the back of his neck. 

  Louis stretched a hand behind his head and tangled it in Harry’s hair, arching his back against Harry’s chest. “No, that’s right. You want me all for yourself. A secret.”

  His breathing was sharp in Louis’ ear and he rushed out, “I’m really close.” 

  “You gonna make me come first?” He rocked slowly down and then turned to kiss Harry’s cheek, his tongue dragging across the barest stubble. 

  “Yeah,” Harry breathed out. His hand on Louis’ c@ck finally started to move with purpose and Louis let out a loud moan. It urged Harry into going faster, gripping Louis’ thigh harder, hips grinding deliciously on his prostate. 

  “F@ck, f@ck,” he chorused out, eyes fluttering closed and fingers dragging Harry’s head to the side with the force of the @rg@sm ripping out of him. 

  For a second there was blissfully nothing, just a white cast of pleasure. Harry was hard behind him, hard beneath him, and hot on his c@ck. It was so good for a moment he forgot he wasn’t meant to be 
  
    actually
  
   into Harry. Turning his head, he planted another kiss on Harry’s cheek, this one softer, and finally released the death grip he had on his scalp. 

  Harry let go of his c@ck and smeared the come on Louis’ belly. He would have kicked him for it if he wasn’t still feeling so good.

  “Wanna come, sugar?” Louis slurred out. 

  Harry grunted out something that sounded suspiciously like “
  
    f@ck off
  
  ” but his hips flexed anyway in reaction to the nickname. With twin thuds, Louis dropped his thigh off of Harry’s leg and his foot off the seat so they both hit the floor. He leaned forward as far as he could, arms splaying forward onto the center console. Spread out for Harry to f@ck into or onto as he wished. 

  A tacky hand ran around Louis’ back and then down his crack to lightly circle his hole. It was so sensitive he had to bite his lip lest he let out a squeak. Harry pushed forward and then must have bent himself a bit awkwardly, but suddenly he was thrusting in earnest, the car rocking underneath them. A hand curled around Louis’ chest to hold him in place. Alex Turner was singing ‘
  
    Stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?’ 
  
  loudly over the stereo. 

  Louis reached a hand down to grip Harry’s, squeezing it once. Dragging it with his own hand, he wrapped them both around his throat, just leaving it there to get jostled and squeezed with the rapid pace of Harry’s hips. 

  “Oh, god,” Harry cursed, head dropping to rest between Louis’ shoulder blades as he let out a low moan. 

  “That’s it,” Louis coaxed him, grinding his hips back and fluttering his eyes as Harry’s fist closed on his throat. He sounded so pretty when he came. 

  His hips slowed and then a messy kiss was pressed against Louis’ shoulder blade before Harry sat back against the seat, his c@ck pulling out. Louis sat back on his knees, awkwardly spread on the floor of the Jeep catching his breath. Thankfully the driver’s seat was still released forward or he wouldn’t have fit. Over his shoulder, he watched Harry’s chest heave for a moment before twisting around and up to the seat. 

  “Wait,” Harry said, a little breathless. He bent to dig through their clothes on the floor before lazily spreading a shirt on the seat. 

  “That’s mine,” Louis bit out, but sat on it anyway. He spread his legs out and it wasn’t until he did that he realized how cramped they’d been. Every position had him twisted up like a pretzel. There were red marks on his knees from the mats on the floor and a deep indent in one from the seat belt. 

  Next to him, Harry peeled the condom off and then held it pinched between two fingers with his nose scrunched. Louis snorted, then rolled down his window and pitched it outside. He didn’t even hear it hit the ground before the window was rolling back up. 

  “That’s littering,” Harry huffed out. 

  “Then go out there and pick it up.”

  Harry rolled his eyes so dramatically that his whole head lolled with it. Then very deliberately, he wiped his hands on the ends of Louis’ t-shirt that were sticking out from underneath him. Louis scowled at him and shoved his shoulder, but there was no heat behind it. 

  He was blissfully sated, the music was good and the AC was pumping. The only thing that would make this better would be a joint. 

  “You don’t have anything good in there, do you?” Louis poked his toe at the center console, which had a fading sweat mark from his chest on it. He imagined Harry’d be out there the next day with a Lysol wipe disinfecting the whole backseat. 

  “You tell me, I know you went through the whole car already.”

  His face was passive, like he didn’t mind. If he had, he wouldn’t have let Louis walk away with his keys in the first place. “I didn’t make it that far before I saw you comin’ this way.”

  Harry hummed, his thigh flexing as he widened his legs and his knee bumped into Louis’. “Not anything you’d want.”

  “Pity,” Louis mumbled. “Are you gonna drive me home?”

  “It’d take you the same amount of time to walk.”

  “And?” He stared at Harry until his shoulders shrugged. Leaning down he started to pull on his clothes and since his shirt was now covered in lube and the j@zz he’d wiped off his stomach, he shucked on the extra shirt that he’d pushed to the floor earlier. 

  “Yeah, sure, Louis. You can borrow that,” Harry said sarcastically.

  “Thanks, sugar,” Louis teased, leaning over to smack a loud kiss on his cheek. Gracelessly he climbed into the front seat, while Harry carefully peered out the back window before opening the door to move to the driver’s seat. As Harry climbed in, Louis pulled down the sun shade, nearly smacking him in the face. 

  “Why do you always have to mess with everything,” Harry grumbled as he readjusted his seat. 

  “Why do you let it bother you so much?” he retorted just to be a d@ck. Harry sighed heavily and then aggressively unplugged Louis’ phone and tossed it at him, the music cutting off. “Thanks dear.”

  He threw the car into drive and peeled out of the parking lot. Harry hadn’t been wrong when he said it’d be about the same time to walk with the way the roads through campus were. It was still only five minutes till they were outside his building. Harry parked in the loop. It was quiet on this side of campus, even though it was all upperclassman housing. There just weren’t a lot of people left on campus for the summer. He and his roommates were the only people even on their floor. 

  “Do you want to come up?” Louis asked, looking out the window at the peek of the pool he could see between buildings. It was glowing electric in the moonlight. 

  “Tomorrow’s Sunday,” Harry said, as if that explained anything. 

  “Gotta pray your sins away?” Louis teased, the words lacking some bite. Exhaustion had hit him then and he was certain if Harry came up they might only manage to make out a bit before they both passed out. 

  “No,” Harry sighed, his thumb drumming on the steering wheel. “Got a breakfast with the guys at nine.” 

  “And you don’t think you’ll be able to pull yourself away from me by then?”

  He turned to see Harry looking at him. The light from outside made his eyes a green-yellow and there was something suddenly so warm about them. Scrunching his nose, his mouth finally twisted and he said, “Let me just find somewhere to park.”'
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