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Louis let the top down to his little red saab as he whipped the car down the road to his house, cranking the music he had chosen. "My demons are begging me to open up my mouth. I need them..." He burst out laughing at his own little joke and slid on a pair of sunglasses, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Louis Tomlinson, you my friend, have just peaked."

I sold my soul to a three piece, and he told me I was holy

He's got me down on both knees, but it's the devil that's trying to -

"Hold me down! Hold me down! Sneaking out the back door make no sound!" Louis sang along at the top of his lungs moving his little shoulders to the beat. He smiled at the memory of Mr. Styles' strong arm wrapped around his chest, pinning him still on his lap as he stroked him, faster and tighter. He ran his finger over the slightly raw spot on his neck where Mr. Styles had been biting and licking him like some kind of sex crazed animal.

He let out an involuntary little moan at the memory, still sensitive from his intense orgasm only minutes before. What kind of shit can I stir up tomorrow? Maybe he'll punish me all afternoon if I smash every beaker he owns on the floor. Pulling into his driveway he hurried to the door, wondering if he was going to be interrogated for being an hour late. When he got inside, the house was empty and quiet.

"Ugh thank god," he muttered, kicking off his toms and going upstairs. Walking into his room he saw something move out of the corner of his eye and screamed like a little girl.

"Hi," his best friend Liam called out, laughing his ass off at Louis as he lay sprawled on the bed with his phone in front of him on the comforter. "Did you forget we had plans asshole?"

"How the fuck did you even get in here you creepy stalker and where is your car?"

"You don't ever lock the door dumb fuck. And I walked it's nice outside. What have you been up to? You look strange."

Louis nervously laughed. "Strange? Well I don't even know what... okay so ahem... I got detention."

"On your birthday dude? That's fucked up who do you have?"

"Mr. Styles." Louis did his best to maintain his cool as the name left his lips.

"Isn't he that new British guy? The young one?"

"Yeah, I uh swore in class. I broke a beaker when I got... surprised." Surprised by that broad hand squeezing my shoulder like he was warning me how hard he was gonna fuck my mouth later. Snap out of it Louis. He went and joined Liam on the bed.

"Sounds like you, little shit. And jeez he must be pretty hard on you then huh?"

Louis pursed his lips to hold back his smile. "You could say that." He recalled the memory of Mr. Styles' low voice drawling out earlier, 'I'll go easy on you... at first.'

"He could give me detention any time," Liam joked.

Louis snorted in laughter. "You are even gayer than me Liam I swear to god."

"Am not! I like girls too remember? What was that crazy chick's name... it started with an 'E' I think? She was a bitch though."

Louis sighed and smiled. Liam knew him better than anyone ever had before in his life. He hadn't even needed to come out to Liam. Because Liam told him first about how he was bisexual, and that he trusted only him with that. Then he told Louis 'You know you can tell me anything too. I would never judge you.' So they both kind of had an understanding about it. And again, what straight man wears red pants?

"Like I said, gayer than me. So what are we doing tonight Payno what's the plan?"

Liam got a sly smile on his face and reached into his bag pulling out a big pink bottle of Kinky Liquer vodka. Louis grabbed the bottle from Liam's hand, crinkling his nose in disgust. "Fucking Kinky Liquer Liam? Really? You basic bitch." He unscrewed the cap and took a swig making an exaggerated gagging sound at the sickeningly sweet taste.

"Don't choke on it Louis. It isn't Mr. Styles' dick."

Louis gasped. "What... what the fuck I um," he stammered at a loss for words. How could Liam know? He felt his face get hot from the memory of Mr. Styles shoving his thick cock practically down this throat when he lifted those slim hips up, oh how he had loved that even if it he was a little hoarse now. Wonder how he'll feel deep inside me... his thoughts started to wander to dirty, undiscovered places.

Liam laughed again. "Oh come on, don't even try to tell me you don't think he's hot as fuck too. I mean goddamn that hair I just wanna get lost in it! And those shoulders... and those hands... what those hands could do to me... just." Liam's tone was light, but Louis was pretty sure he was dead ass serious.

Louis laughed nervously. "Yeah, of course yeah... he's definitely hot... you just took me by surprise that's all. I didn't know you went for teachers, what are you a reverse pedo?"

"I don't but for him, I'd do anything." Louis felt jealousy start to rise in him, and mixing with the alcohol it was only intensified. He hadn't seen this coming. But then again, he did see how all those stupid girls had fallen all over themselves for the man. He shook his head. Time to move on before he said something he would regret.

"You're fucking weird Liam. What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Ooh can we watch Transporter? It's a great movie."

"Liam don't even try to fool me you just wanna stare at Jason Statham with a halfie." They both dissolved in laughter as Louis flopped down next to Liam and they snuggled up, Liam's foot nudging his own.

An hour later the bottle lay in front of them mostly empty and abandoned. Louis was feeling light and relaxed, a little sleepy even as he absent mindedly picked at the cuff of Liam's plaid shirt. The other boy's hand moved over to meet Louis' own and he interlaced their fingers. Louis foggily turned to Liam, a questioning look in his eyes as the movie played in the background. Liam had turned to face him entirely, an unreadable look on his face, brown eyes staring. "Liam wh-" He was silenced by Liam's mouth pressing hungrily to his own, pushing the drunk boy back on the mattress easily.

He moved forward, stretching Louis' hand above his head and holding it down on the bedspread as he attacked Louis' lips, shoving his tongue inside the boy's mouth. He leaned most of his weight on the boy now and Louis struggled in his drunken stupor to realize what the fuck was even happening, not moving or responding at all.

It didn't feel right when Liam moaned into him and ground his hips down into Louis' own. Didn't feel anything like that afternoon with that demanding older man, skillful tongue, delicious lips and quiet commands. This was messy and eager, he could tell the alcohol had given Liam courage to do this. But he didn't want it, even though he should. This would have been easy. But easy isn't always what the heart wants. With his free hand he pushed against Liam's chest, mumbling against him, "No." Liam pulled back hesitantly, panting as his glassy eyes opened to meet Louis'.

"I'm sorry Liam. I don't want this," he slurred slightly.

Liam's face fell. He looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, immediately letting go of the smaller boy's hand and sitting up. "Fuck, Louis, I'm sorry I don't even know what came over me... you're just so... so perfect." His voice trailed to a whisper as he looked down at the bed.

Louis sighed. "It's okay Liam, really. It's just, I don't think of you that way."

"Well why not? We get on really well don't we?"

"Liam I'm sorry. It's not always that simple, though I wish it could be."

"Are we still best friends then? Please?" Liam looked so vulnerable, and Louis immediately reached out, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Of course we are Liam, I love you." They held each other for a few moments, everything still fuzzy from all the vodka. Louis felt a tightening in his chest, like guilt and disappointment. But the heart and the head don't always agree, unfortunately.

"Do you want to keep watching the movie, Li?" Louis gently used the nickname.

"Yeah sure," Liam responded with a sniffle and a small smile. They laid down again, side by side, picking up where they left off.

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Seeing the bright neon green sign blinking 'The Thirsty Lizard' Mr. Styles stepped inside the bar. It was hot and loud with music playing in the background. He already didn't like it.

"Hey, Harry!" He looked over and saw Niall sitting at the bar waving him over. He came over and joined him, sliding onto a stool.

"Whiskey on the rocks," he called loudly to the bartender, who nodded and made it quickly. Everyone responded to his commanding presence, not just gay boys. He took a long sip and set it down turning to Niall. "So, what's up with the name of this bar?"

Niall threw his head back in laughter. "My cousin owns it, and he's the gayest dude you will ever meet honestly. The name utterly delights him. And I drink for free so I come here sometimes even though it isn't really my scene. I prefer a six pack watching the game at home, a lowkey night."

Harry smiled. "I think I like you Niall." He took another sip of his drink.

"So how are you liking it here so far?"

"Oh I think I'm adjusting very nicely, thank you. Very welcoming people here at the school. And the students listen to me. Quick learners too." They shared a laugh and Mr. Styles smirked as he felt the phantom memory of Louis' lips sliding over his throbbing cock, vulnerable blue eyes gazing up at him, looking for approval. Quick learners indeed.

"Glad to hear it. I -" Niall was interrupted by a woman leaning in between the two obnoxiously.

"Well hey, haven't seen you around here before handsome," she slurred as she ran her hand up the inside of his thigh, obviously fucking smashed. Her eyeliner was smudged and her lipstick mostly worn off. To be honest, she looked like hell. Not that it would have mattered even if she was Megan Fox, or whoever straight guys thought was hot.

"If I wanted a prostitute I wouldn't be here. Do you mind?" He asked bluntly. He had no tolerance for rude whores. Or girls in general really.

She glared at him and huffed. "Well fuck you too," she muttered, hobbling away on her four inch heels.

Niall had a wide grin on his face. "Damn Harry you don't mince words do you? She was hot though I would've hit it."

Mr. Styles just smirked. "Not really my type, Niall."

Several drinks and a water later, they decided to call it a night. "I'll see you in school tomorrow Harry, have a good one!" Niall smiled and patted Harry on the arm as they parted ways at the door.

"You too Niall, good night."

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Mr. Styles was slightly tipsy as he attempted to open his front door, key scraping the outside of the knob. "Shit." He pulled off his tie and threw it on the couch as he made his way inside. Normally he was neat (he liked order and control) but he was slightly drunk. He changed into simple sweats and a black tee shirt then sat on his couch and turned on his laptop. As his eyes adjusted to the bright screen a slow smile played on his lips as he got a very tempting idea.

He quickly typed an address into the search bar and up popped the Victoria's Secret website. He clicked on the Angel collection and swiped his hand down the touch screen, quickly rejecting most options. None of them were good enough for his beautiful boy.

He tapped on a skimpy pair of lavender lace cheekies, leaving the bottom half of the leggy model's ass exposed. He was entirely unimpressed at the feminine form and pictured Louis instead, making his dick twitch and swell. He clicked the drop down box of sizing and momentarily closed his eyes, remembering when he had squeezed Louis' petite but shapely hips and ass. Medium. And if it was too tight? Even better. As he checked out he chose the most expensive and quick option: overnight express.

'Your order will be shipped and delivered within twenty four hours.'

He closed his laptop and sat back, smirking at the dirty things he was going to do to his little fallen angel. "Louis, you have no idea what daddy has in store for you tomorrow night."

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