Harry's POV:

The doorbell rings and I practically hurl myself at the door to let Louis in. When I open it I see him standing there with a backpack and a duffel bag, which I assume are his clothes and stuff for his weekend stay. 

He's looking as handsome as ever in his green Adidas hoodie and black skinnies. Too bad they'll be off him soon since no way he's beating me in pool (thank you Niall for the idea). 

Sorry, not sorry.

"Hi, Louis! Come in,"

"Hey Haz, thanks for having me," 

He slips off his shoes, placing them neatly next to my butterfly shoes by the front door. He also drops his duffel bag on the floor and catches me by surprise by engulfing me in a long kiss. I can feel myself grinning against his lips, thankful for his much-needed company.

"I missed you," He murmurs when we break the kiss, "Mind if I drop off my bags upstairs?"

I jokingly scoff and roll my eyes. "You're abandoning me already?"

He smirks and heads upstairs to drop his bags off while I head into the kitchen. He's back down a minute or so later and sits down on one of the kitchen stools.

"Want something to drink, love?" I open the fridge and find the juice, one step ahead of him.

"Orange juice would be great," He replies but I've already got the carton in my hand.

"Y'know apple juice is the better juice, right?" I comment, pouring him a glass.

"As if," He shoots back defensively, taking a sip. I get myself a beer from the fridge before sitting down on a stool next to him.

"Oh, guess what Haz?" Louis grabs my arm excitedly.

"Hmm?"

"I got us dinner reservations for Saturday!"

"You did? Awe bean you didn't have to, but thanks! Where to?"

"That restaurant downtown - Petits Plats d'Eroda - at 8 pm,"

"The French restaurant? It's so fancy!" I exclaim, surprised (but equally excited) at Louis' choice of restaurant. 

I've seen the restaurant before in passing, and it's a fancy and rather elegant looking restaurant. Anna raves about their food all the time, but I've never been.

"Yeah, that's the one. But if you'd prefer something else I could always cancel and-"

"Babe it's perfect, don't worry. I've heard the food is wonderful. But Lou, don't think you need to book tables at all of these fancy places every time you want to go out to dinner. I'm just as happy with fine dining as I am with a burger and chips since I'll be with you,"

He blushes, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. "I just really wanted to treat you, at least this time,"

He gives me another kiss, the sweet and tangy taste of orange juice lingering on my lips after he pulls away.

"I've got things planned for you too," I add.

"Ooh, really?"

"Do you want to have a little rooftop picnic with me this weekend? Just you and me and some good food I picked up at the store,"

"Oh my gosh, I'd love that! We sit in the grass together with blankets and stuff," He grins.

"Of course!"

"That'll be so fun, I can't wait!"

"Y'know what else would be fun?" I take a sip of my beer to hide an oncoming smirk.

He arches a brow. "What?"

"A game of pool. Want to play?" I stand up and he's soon to follow. 

"It's on," He challenges and we head into my pool room. I've already got out two pool cues (the shorter one being for Louis) and the table is all set up.

"Before I take the first shot, want to up the ante?" I ask him, leaning on my own cue.

"How so?"

"Strip pool," I say casually as his jaw drops, but Louis quickly replaces it with a smirk.

"Let's," He nods.

"If you miss your shot, the other person gets to decide what you take off. And only one thing at a time,"

He just nods and eyes my clothing (specifically my pants). Too bad I've got this in the bag. I line up my shot and break the triangle of balls. Louis goes next and makes a solid purple ball in the far left pocket.

"I'm solids and you're stripes," He tells me, smiling from the fact that he's already made one in.

"I'm stripes but you'll strip," I whisper, not loud enough for him to hear me as I gear up for my second shot. I get another one in and Louis shoots next but misses.

"Alright Haz, what goes first?" He turns to me and motions down at his clothes.

"We can start off easy. Your black socks with the green and blue hearts can go first," 

He takes them off and tosses them onto a sitting chair nearby, which will surely become the host of our pile of clothes in the time to come.

I make my next two shots, but Louis misses his second one. He takes off his hoodie, revealing his tight white shirt underneath. It's cut low, exposing the IT IS WHAT IT IS tattoo on his chest which spans the space between both of his prominent (and rather sexy) collarbones.

"Your turn Haz," Louis stands behind me, watching as I take my aim. I've got a clear shot at hitting in one of mine into the near left pocket, but I purposefully miss (sue me).

"YES!" Louis cheers and points to my shirt without hesitation, "I love your Keith Haring shirt, but you'd look hotter without it,"

I strip it off and toss it into the pile and Louis literally stares at my chest. I can't help but to blush and encourage him to take his next shot. Another miss and he's taken off his shirt too revealing his beautifully toned stomach and abs.

I take the easy shot that I missed last time and Louis frowns, disappointed he didn't get to pick again. He aims and shoots with good form, but still manages to miss the pocket by a few centimeters.

"What goes next?" Louis grins, not at all disappointed that he's taking another thing off.

"Your skinnies. You've got nice legs, Lou, it's a shame you're hiding them," He undoes his belt and pulls down his skinnies. Now all he's got left are a pair of briefs and oh my god does he look good.

I bite my lip to hide a smile but it doesn't work. A second glance at the pool table and I notice that there are only a few pool balls left all clumped around the far end of the table.

"Haz, don't you want to shoot your shot?" Louis asks slowly, looking me square in the eye with a smirk.

"Fuck yes I do," My voice comes out as more of a low growl and I drop my pool cue before hastily making my way towards Louis. In the process, I sweep the remaining balls into random pockets before grabbing Louis and hoisting him up onto the table so that he's sitting on the edge.

Lust deepens the blue in his eyes and I run my hands through my curls, pushing them out of my face to get a better look. Louis wraps his hands around my back and pulling me between his legs so I'm standing less than a half-foot away from him. 

It doesn't take long for me to close that gap, pushing my lips onto his. I lick his bottom lip, requesting access, which he grants and my tongue makes its way into his mouth. 

He slides his own tongue into my mouth and we stay like this for a bit, just kissing and tasting each other's mouths like we've got all the time in the world.

I eventually put one of my knees up on the table for leverage and push Louis onto his back on top of the table.

"What about the felt?" Louis mumbles against my lips, remembering when I first told him the green felt could be easily torn. But now's not the time to worry about that.

"You could trash this whole table and I wouldn't give two fucks," I reply honestly before shutting up the both of us with another deep kiss as I climb on top of him.

I can feel his hard-on through his boxers and my skinnies are uncomfortably tight too but it's my time to get him off - I've been waiting for ages.

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and break the kiss only to move down to his collarbones. They're so prominent and inviting and I suck on the skin right below his left one. 

"Harryyy," Louis lets out a low groan and I feel his hands tugging at my curls.

I switch collarbones, getting the same pleased reaction out of Louis before I move my kisses down his chest. I  look back up at him when I near his briefs, not wanting to do anything if he doesn't want me to.

He notices my stares and nods eagerly, his wanting eyes doing all the speaking. I don't even think about the bet because technically nodding doesn't count as begging but that's not really at the top of my priorities right now either.

I hold eye contact with him while my teeth lightly graze the bottom of his stomach as they reach his waistband. I don't hesitate and pull them off with my teeth before sliding them down and off of his legs with my hand.

I haven't seen Louis like this before; completely naked and subject to whatever I want to do. But, WOW is he beautiful. 

Not even just hot or sexy, but truly beautiful. The curves in his waist, his subtle abs and muscles, his perfectly smooth tan skin, his bright smile, sparkling blue eyes, and everything about him.

Oh, and he's real big too...

It doesn't take me long before I'm bobbing my head up and down as Louis is moaning beneath me. His tugs on my curls even more than he did before and I pin down his hips with one hand while I pump the rest of his length with my other.

"H- Haz," Louis pants out, making a conscious effort to refrain from bucking up his hips.

I hum against him, knowing all too well what that can do to a person and I can feel him twitch a bit in my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks out to add to the pressure, I go all the way down until my lips are touching his base. 

He's big and deepthroating is not my forte, so I end up gagging a bit by the end.

"Fuck baby boy, gagging on me like a little slut," Louis grips the back of my head and holds me there as he twitches again, "You're gonna make me come,"

I hum again and he comes down the back of my throat as he releasing his grip on my head. I keep my lips wrapped around his dick until he's done and I swallow it all. I'm not normally one to swallow but something inside me felt like spitting for Louis wasn't a good idea.

And, shit, I don't regret it one bit.

My skinnies are all-too-tight at this point and I quickly slip them down to my ankles before climbing back on top of Louis and kissing him again.

"Haz," He groans against my lips and I feel his hand move down to my ass, pulling me (and my hard-on) closer to him. 

Before I know it, he's flipped us around and pinned me down on my back as he murmurs something against my lips.

"My turn."

***

for clarification: technically louis nor harry begged for it so the bet is STILL ON and they both know that! plus, blowies and hand jobs are allowed x

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