"Uh..." Louis looked to Zayn and back to Harry, "Nope. You're right, I'm a porn star."

"Louis," Zayn warned.

"What?" Louis shot back. "What would you like us to be?"

"Not porn stars. Come on, mate, that's a terrible choice."

"Fine," Louis huffed, "We're very young CEO's of a startup?" Zayn made a non-committal sound. "Heirs?" Zayn raised an eyebrow in consideration? "Royals?" Zayn laughed at that.

"This isn't funny guys. And I don't much appreciate being played with," Harry voiced.

Louis settled into a more serious state and went to put his arms around Harry's waist. "Maybe this holiday was a bad idea."

That wasn't what Harry was hoping to get out of this conversation. He sort of wanted Louis to beg his forgiveness and the take him back to his room and fuck him into the night and forget Zayn even existed.

"I see."

"Not that I'm not having fun, but I realize this," he pointed between Zayn and himself, "is weird for you. But Zayn's always been there, always will be."

"I get that," Harry allows.

"But you're still upset about us having sex," it didn't sound like a question but Harry knew he should answer.

"It's none of my business I guess. We're not together and you guys obviously are and I'm just not sure why I thought I could compete with him."

Zayn laughed, but Louis didn't. He looked at Harry with something a little too serious for this to be over so quickly. "Hazza," Louis sighed, "I'm going to try and get you to understand, okay? So buckle up." Harry nodded dumbly. "I love Zayn. He's my best friend, my brother, my partner. But I could never be in love with Zayn. It's just not in the cards. We're not," he ran a hand through his hair, "We're not together. We're not like that. But with you, when we're together there's something else. There's the possibility for more. There is no more with me and Zayn. We are what we are, that's it. But when I see you laying next to me, sometimes I, fuck this is hard. Um, sometimes I think there could be more. We could be more. But we can't, and that sucks, because of who I am. I was hoping I could get away from who I am for just a week, and be someone that could actually be with someone like you." Louis sat down on the bed next to Zayn and started playing with the hem of Zayn's shorts. "But I'm not that person, I'm me. I always will be. I'm the person that sleeps with his best friend on a regular basis. I'm the person that doesn't have any family and invites strangers to foreign countries. That's me. And that's the opposite of the person who should get to have you."

Louis breathed out a long breath but didn't look up from Zayn's knee. Harry went and knelt down in front of Louis. He lifted Louis's face to look at him, "You are exactly who you should be. You're funny and kind and loyal and creative and adorable and great in bed and everything that I want. I know you said you've never done this before, invited someone along without knowing them, but I have. I've been invited to spend vacations with men that barely knew me, but it's never been like this. I've never been jealous or needy or clingy like I can't help but be with you. I want your attention at all times. I want your hands on me every second of the day. I want to cook for you, and help pick out your clothes. And I have no clue what to do about that. I'm only twenty-two, I'm in my last year of Uni and I'm imagining a fucking future. That's not me. So I'm glad at least one of us refuses to change."

Louis fingers had clenched tighter and tighter in Zayn's shorts as Harry was talking and now they were tangled in the material. "Harry, this is bad."

Harry's head fell in resignation, "Yeah I figured it would be. But I at least had to tell you before I gave up and went home."

Louis rushed forward and tackled Harry to the ground, pressing his lips to Harry's. "This is bad," he kept saying between kisses. Harry wouldn't mind bad, he wouldn't mind awful, if Louis kept kissing him like that.

"Well I'm hungry. Want me to pick up something for dinner boys?"

Harry broke away, "Already did. On the counter."

"Hmm, good man," Zayn complimented and walked out.

Louis moved down to kiss Harry's neck. "This is bad. We should stop." He moved Harry's shirt up his body and off then moved to kiss over his chest. He groaned and said, "You should go back home. We shouldn't stay here together," he bit lightly over Harry's nipple, making him whine. "I shouldn't take you right here, right now."

Harry rolled up into Louis' barely clothed body. "Please, Lou."

"You have to know. Things between Zayn and I, they aren't changing. I don't know how to make that okay with you, but I'd like to. But I'm not giving Zayn up."

Harry was shaking his head two words into Louis' confession. "We'll figure it out. Right now Zayn isn't here and I need you."

Louis groaned and nodded at the same time before pulling Harry's shirt and jeans off. They rubbed back and forth on each other in their pants until Harry was pleading for Louis to "Just fuck me."

"That's not how we ask is it, babe?" Harry bit his lip and shook his head regretfully. "Why don't you ask like a good boy and then we'll see."

Harry's whole body melted under him and he sighed, "Please, Lou, I need your cock. I'll be so good I promise." Louis groaned and nodded at the same time before standing up and pulling Harry with him. "What'd I do?"

Louis cupped Harry's face in his palm, "Oh nothing, love. I want to take you to your bed. Don't want you hurting your back and Zayn's not a fan of other people having sex in his bed." They ran across the living room, receiving a momentary glance from Zayn, and into Harry's room.

"Lay down," Louis ordered and Harry obeyed. Louis palmed himself slowly over his pants and let his eyes roam over Harry, flushed and straining against his underwear. "You're going to ask for everything you want. I'll give you whatever, but you have to ask for it. What do you want, Harry?"

Harry whined and arched his back off the bed, "You."

"No, no. More specific. What do you want right now?"

Harry bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before sitting up on his elbows, "Will you fuck my face?"

Louis had to squeeze himself painfully hard in his hand to stave off his orgasm. "Yeah, I can do that, baby." Louis slipped his pants off and then knelt on the bed and crawled up Harry's body to straddle his shoulders. He took himself in his hand and rubbed his head across Harry's bright pink lips. Harry opened up and licked at Louis' tip.

Louis pushed into Harry's mouth and Harry didn't hesitate to swallow him down. Harry let his eyes fall shut, but didn't start with hard, fast suction, instead he just suckled around him like Louis' prick was a Popsicle. Louis bent over to support himself on one hand beside Harry's head while the other played soft patterns into Harry's hair and cheek.

"God, you're so good, baby. Know exactly what I want."

Harry hummed happily around Louis in his mouth. He kept Louis down his throat and sucked on him, pulling precome from him to swallow. Harry looked so serene that Louis didn't want to disturb him, which is weird considering he was sucking Louis' cock. But he needed to know what Harry wanted.

"Still want me to fuck your face, love?" Harry's eyes slipped open at Louis' question and he nodded with Louis on his tongue. "You sure? I could come like this."

Harry made an unpleased sound and pulled off of Louis, "I want it. Really hard, please."

Louis scrunched the sheets up between his fingers and pulled Harry's mouth wide open by his chin. He pushed back in and thrust deep with a hard shove. Harry moaned and let his eyes close again. Louis used both hands to support himself now and pulled out a little before thrusting down Harry's throat.

Louis pushed deep again and again and Harry's entire body went lax. He made small needy sounds as Louis fucked into his mouth. "I'm close, Haz." Harry just hummed his approval, which sent vibrations up Louis cock into his spine and had him pushing harder for a couple more thrusts before shooting down Harry's throat.

Harry's mouth instantly tighten around Louis, sucking all he could from him until he pulled out and fell next to Harry. Louis turned on his side and ran a hand down to Harry's cock, but when his he gripped around him Harry was soft and his pants sported a pretty large wet stain.

"Did you come already, baby?" Harry snuggled up to Louis and nodded in the crook of his neck. Harry never stopped amazing him. He'd never had someone like Harry before and he didn't think he ever would again. He was amazing in everything he did. When he cooked, when he watched chick flicks, when he came without being touched just from getting his face fucked. Louis was in awe of Harry 110% of the time and he knew that was going to be a problem later.

"Hungry," Harry mumbled.

"Again already," Louis moved to straddle Harry again, "If you insist," he teased.

Harry slapped him playfully and bit his thigh gently. "Off, really, I'm hungry and our food is probably cold."

Louis laughed but climbed off the bed. "Okay, okay. Come on," he offered Harry a hand. Harry smiled and bounced after him.

Fun little fluffy/smutty scene for you!
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