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“You kissed him?” Harry asks with his brows raised, not hiding his surprise at what Louis just told him.
“No, he tried to kiss me, but I didn’t let him do that.” Louis says, looking over at his best friend. “Come on, H. I am not into men.”
“Yeah, I know. But have you ever tried it with a man?”
“No! And tried what exactly?” Louis handed over a beer to his friend who was lying next to him on the day bed, beside the pool of their private bungalow in Fuengirola, Spain.
“Oh, I don't know. Sex, a kiss, feel a guy up?” Harry asks.
“Why would I do that? I have no interest in any of that. Have you ever tried it with a girl?” Louis returned the question with a smile, one hand rubbing his tanned tummy. Harry followed the motion with his eyes before answering the question.
“Of course, I have! And then I tried it with a guy and learned I like dick a lot more. Feeling him deep in my throat… besides sex, that is the best feeling,” Harry says with a grin.
“Yeah... I do love a good blow job,” Louis said, squeezing his balls without thought.
Harry knows it doesn’t mean anything, it’s not that his friend is getting aroused because of the subject, because it’s a little habit Louis has, like many other men. A little squeeze or rub every now and then. It's a comfort thing. Just like Harry has a habit of running his hands through his hair whenever he needs to be a little comforted or because he's feeling nervous or anxious. This doesn’t mean Harry doesn’t appreciate it, because he does. Especially now that his friend is wearing tight swimming trunks. His bulge looks so good and maybe Harry has fantasised about it one too many times ever since they met at a mutual friends party five years ago.
“Receiving one is good, yes, but giving one Lou... Let me tell you, that is amazing. The power you have or the power he has pushing your head down just a little bit deeper on his-”
“Harry, stop with your filth, hahaha,” Louis laughs, throwing his head back.
“Yeah, yeah. All I'll say is don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, ok?” Harry replies.
“Sure, but not blowing anyone at this moment though,” he swallowed a sip of his beer, his lips tight around the tip of the bottle.
“That’s a shame,” Harry mumbled while looking at his friend’s lips.
“What is?” Louis asked.
“That you are not blowing anyone. You have the mouth for it.” Harry quips, liking the direction the conversation is going.
“Me? I think your big, wet mouth is more adapted to that, Harry. With your full lips and that long tongue and all…” Louis trails off.
“Thanks!” Harry laughs. “But don’t write off yours, though. I bet you have good suction, you know? I have a big mouth, but yours is smaller. I bet it would feel amazing to fuck your mouth . And then you've got that three day growth on your face…”
“Harry! Stop thinking about me like that!” Louis says, slapping at Harry's arm.
“Alright, alright. No blow jobs then. How about a kiss, hmm? Just one?” Harry laughs, leaning in closer, making kissy lips at Louis.
“Now you want to kiss me? What about that Finn guy?” Louis says, trying to distract his friend and wriggling away from his grasp.
“From last night? No, he kept asking about you. Come on Lou, you just said you liked my mouth.” Harry crawls towards his friend, sliding one arm over his tanned tummy to reach for his hip to pull him closer.
“For blow jobs yeah... No, I didn’t mean it like that! Get away from me Harry! STOP IT!” At this point Louis was squealing in a way that no one would describe as manly, all because Harry started tickling his sides.
“I'll only stop if you admit you like my mouth!” Harry laughed as he continued tickling all the spots he knew Louis was sensitive.
“Never!” Louis only giggled louder, trying to fight off his friend by grabbing him where he could, but Harry was relentless.
“Harry stop! I’ll piss myself! Stop, stop!”
Harry paused only to ask for one kiss, one last time.
“Ok, Ok.” Louis finally caved, rolling his eyes, hoping that Harry would leave him in peace after just one kiss. “One kiss, no tongue.”
“One kiss. With tongue,” Harry countered. “I have kissed you on your lips before, Lou. Delicious as it was, I want your tongue this time.” He winced when he realised how it sounded, but he stood his ground. He was so close to having that one kiss he so desperately wanted. Louis looked down at his mouth, then back up to his eyes. “Please, Lou… just one kiss…” He licked his lips slowly when he saw Louis’ eyes rest just there.
“Ok. One kiss.” Louis agreed and grinned when he saw the happy smile on his friend’s face.
“Really?” Harry asks in surprise. “All I had to do, is to tickle you? If I'd known sooner…”
“Are you done? Hurry up before I change my mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Yes. So, how do you want to do this? Laying down like this, or sitting up, or standing?” Harry starts babbling.
“Harry Styles, getting all nervous for a kiss, who would have thought, haha. Just kiss me you fool,” Louis laughed, his eyes all wrinkly and cute.
They moved onto their sides, feeling cocooned in the shade provided by the tree beside them, allowing a sense of intimacy. Harry leaned on one elbow and slowly bent over his friend, his other hand resting on Louis’ bicep, his fingers getting tingly at the light touch. Then he focused on those gorgeous lips, so close, until they touched. It’s quiet around them, all that can be heard are birds and crickets, but in Harry’s head there is one big scream.
He is kissing Louis. His hot best friend Louis. The friend who always talked about girls and boobs. Fucking hell! The kiss starts slow with an occasional lick over Louis’ warm lips. Harry was a nervous wreck but so was Louis. He caressed Louis’ arm and neck until he relaxed enough to open his mouth a bit further. Harry pushed his tongue inside until he met Louis’ tongue, slowly giving more and more. Louis’ girlfriends always told Harry he was such an amazing kisser and he couldn’t agree more.
Without warning, Louis’ tongue switched from soft and velvety, to firm and demanding, slow and fast. It was easily the best kiss Harry's ever had, and not just because it was Louis! He started to pant as the kiss progressed, his hips moved forward carefully. He didn’t want to scare Louis but he was already rock hard in his yellow trunks just from the short kiss. He knew he was making little sounds now, sounds he couldn’t keep in. If it were anybody else making him feel this way, he would certainly climb on top of him now, but his friend only agreed to one kiss. And he was doing all that he could to respect that.
Suddenly there was a sound that didn't come from Harry, he was sure of it. It had to have been Louis! Louis liked the kiss too! He always thought Louis would be a quiet lover but that seems to be a wrong assumption. The beautiful sound was quiet but needy. He opened his eyes, and was surprised to discover his hand had come down to Louis’ chest and his fingers were playing with Louis’ nipple, his body was moving in the same rhythm as the kiss. Louis was just as affected as Harry, and knowing that, he tried to push Louis onto his back to climb on top of him, but Louis resisted, just for a moment, before rolling onto his back and opening his legs for Harry to rest in between. Harry was on him in a second. He kept his hips up, not wanting Louis to know that his dick was almost bursting out of his swimming trunks, but when Louis started to suck his tongue, he lowered his hips and began a slow grind against Louis, moaning at the friction it caused. Louis’ chest was warm and had a sparse spattering of hair, and Harry loved the feeling against his bare skin .
“Oh fuck...” Louis moaned, his head rolling to the side and offering up his tanned neck to Harry. Harry knew the exact spot to focus his attention on. Louis once told him how he came untouched when his then girlfriend licked and sucked right behind his ear, while he had his hands on her boobs. So it was no surprise to feel Louis’ strong hands on his chest, kneading his pecs hard. Maybe Louis forgot he was kissing a man, but he didn't stop and continued playing with Harry's largest nipples as Harry licked and sucked at that spot behind Louis’ ear, well aware that he was now dry humping his friend. He wanted him naked, he wanted to fuck him, but that would have to wait for another time if he ever got the chance to do this again.
He gave a final suck and bite to Louis’ earlobe, his teeth grazing the tender skin before moving to the other side, licking the vein in his neck slowly. The groans Louis let out sounded like music to his ears, especially when he switched to high pitched cries in between them. He could tell the end was getting closer, Louis’ hips started moving harder and faster, making Harry dizzy with want. Louis would be so good at topping him one day, his thrusts were strong and everything Harry always imagined they would be. The second Louis pulled his hair Harry came in his shorts with a loud scream of Louis’ name. After a short pause Harry started moving his hips again, faster, knowing Louis needed more, one hand still pulling Harry's hair, the other one pinching his nipple, hard.
“Yes yes yes…” Louis cried out and as Harry licked and sucked at the spot behind his ear one last time, Louis came all over himself, the tip of his cock peeking above the waistband of his shorts.
“You are beautiful, Lou… so beautiful…” Harry whispered, while enjoying the feel of Louis’ cum, warm and sticky, rubbing over his own tummy. They kissed slowly after that, sweet and lovely, their crotches touching. Harry wanted this to last forever, but Louis had different plans. He could feel it in the way his muscles clenched and carefully ended the kiss.
“Harry, I am so sorry, I…” Louis began.
Here it comes, Harry thinks, he regrets it, hates him, hearing regret in Louis’ wrecked voice.
“Harry, I am sorry but the thing with coming this hard is that I always have to piss really bad afterwards…”
They locked eyes and all Harry could see was mirth and love. Platonic maybe, but love. No regret.
“Shit sorry, not into that kind of stuff, haha,” he laughed before rolling off Louis and onto his own back to let Louis escape to the bathroom.
Looking down at his chest he could see where Louis pinched and scratched him and he couldn’t be happier. Louis did that to him, while they were dry humping each other. He had made Louis cum! A smile formed on his lips, just when Louis returned from his wee.
“Admiring my art?” Louis smiled, crawling on to the day bed next to Harry again. “I know how you like to be marked.”
“I love it Lou, and I see you do too,” Harry replied, looking down at Louis’ stomach then at his own, both still covered in cum. He looks up fondly and meets Louis's eyes. “And you, you are so pretty when you cum…”
“Love you too, Harry. But, umm… wanna hit the shower and then go for a swim?” Louis replied, turning away to hide the blush that was appearing on his cheeks.
“Sure, but… do we need to talk about this? I mean, you just got off with a man for the first time… with me!”
“I don’t want to hurt you H.“ Louis replied, unable to make eye contact. “The kiss was so good, and everything that followed, and I loved everything…”
“But?” Harry asked, hoping Louis maybe felt some kind of attraction to him.
“I'm still straight,” Louis said, shrugging his shoulders. “You are an excellent kisser but I just want to be friends. Even after…” he pointed at his chest and Harry’s wet shorts, and finally looked up to meet Harry's gaze. “I do love you, Harry.”
“I love you too, Lou.” Harry said, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from Louis' eyes. Another slow kiss followed, tongue and all with Louis on top of him this time. Harry couldn’t be happier now. He had a little taste of how sex with Louis could be, got to kiss him and they were still friends. That blow job might be just around the corner.