Louis was already late for work, but his coffee was way too important. He waited at the counter for his name to be called and heard two teenagers next to him.

"I swear it's true," one said.

"No way," the other countered.

"He's huge. I have gym with him. I've seen it."

"Liam? Liam Payne?" The boy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't believe you."

"I don't know what to tell you, man. He's packin'."

"Lucky slut that gets him, I guess."

Liam Payne? Louis knew Liam. He was Harry's best friend. Over all the time. Nice kid. Louis had no idea he was so...gifted.

"Lewis?"

Louis sighed and took his coffee.

***

"Dad? I'm home! I've got Liam!" Harry called as he walked in after football practice. "Can he stay for dinner? Thanks!" He yelled as the two boys ran up the stairs to Harry's room.

Liam poked his head into the kitchen and smiled. "Hey Mr. T."

Louis couldn't help but glance towards Liam's jeans. "Hey, Liam." Then Liam disappeared up the stairs.

***

"How was your day, boys?" Louis asked when they sat down for dinner.

"I passed my Maths exam," Harry informed Louis.

"That's great! We studied hard for that one," Louis encouraged. Louis put a hand on Liam's shoulder, "What about you, Li?" Liam smiled and told Louis about his typical high school day.

Harry grabbed the dishes and took them into the kitchen to rinse and put them in the washer. Louis had been tense all throughout dinner trying and failing not to scan Liam's body. His chest was actually rather toned and his arms were lean but defined.

"Liam?" Liam looked up from his phone with a raised eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, sir."

"Almost legal." Liam nodded. "Do you, um, have a girlfriend?"

"No, sir. I don't- well, sir- I don't like girls."

Louis' mind rushed with thoughts of Liam with men, Liam with him, Liam enjoying it.

"I can't say I'm not pleased," Louis spoke lowly.

Liam's eyes went wide for a second, taking in what Louis just said and his dark, wide pupils.

"How old are you, Mr. Tomlinson?"

Louis smirked and said, "I'm thirty-eight, Liam. A bit older than you."

Louis saw Liam's hand curl into a fist on his leg when he said, "Not that old."

Louis nodded, contemplating whether or not he could touch Liam. Before he could decide Harry came back to the table.

"Done. Li?" he said and pointed upstairs.

Liam glanced over to Louis then back to Harry and nodded. Harry led Liam upstairs while Liam looked over back his shoulder.

***

Louis was sat on the couch watching some barely funny sitcom, but all he could think about was Liam's legs as they climbed the stairs. He rubbed his palms on his shorts to keep from palming himself. He was getting harder but refused to touch. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly adjusted himself in his pants. Whoever it was went into the kitchen and fiddled around before coming into the living room.

"Mr. T?"

Louis groaned internally. "Hey, Liam. Where's Harry?"

"Upstairs. He was practically falling asleep while we were doing homework so I decided to take a snack break." Liam plopped down next to Louis on the couch. Louis clasped his hands together and stared intently at the now fascinating show. "Mr. T?"

"Yes, Liam?"

"Are you gay?" Louis' entire body froze. His blood stopped pumping, his heart stopped beating, his lungs stopped breathing. "I only ask because I told you I was, and I know Harry was adopted, and I never see any women around the house, and-"

"Yes. I'm gay, Liam." Liam breathed out what sounded like relief and turned so he was facing Louis. Louis shook his head, knowing what was coming. "Liam, I can't."

"What's the youngest you've been with?"

"I can't," Louis repeated.

"I just want to know," Liam asked again.

Louis looked at Liam, deciding. Finally, he sighed and said, "When I was in my late twenties I went through a phase."

"What kind of phase?" Louis shook his head, but Liam put a hand on Louis' knee. "I'd really like to know."

Louis sighed again. "I met someone. Harry was in grade school and he had a tutor for Maths that was in high school."

"And you slept with him?"

Louis nodded and kept going, "He had friends. It started something. But then Harry starting noticing the boys coming and going so I stopped. Not before a parent or two found out."

"Parents know!"

Louis shushed Liam and calmed him. "Their kids are have families now so everyone has gotten past it. It was almost ten years ago."

"Do you still like younger guys?"

Louis kept his eyes resolutely in front of him. "Liam, stop."

"I'm old enough. I'm not a child. I know." He slid his hand from Louis' knee to his thigh. "I know what I'm doing."

Louis put a hand on Liam's arm but didn't push him away. "Harry."

"Probably asleep by now, and I told him I'd be back up later."

Liam shifted closer and kissed Louis' shoulder where his shirt had fallen off. "Liam," Louis breathed.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want. Just let me," he whispered and kissed Louis' collarbone.

Louis could feel the tips of Liam's curls on his skin. It tickled a little but he loved it. Liam kept moving his lips closer until he nuzzled into the curve of Louis' neck.

Louis gripped tighter on Liam's arm that was making its way from his thigh to his crotch. When Liam found the curve of Louis' shorts between his legs he curved his fingers around Louis' hard on and squeezed.

"Sh-shit."

"You're very handsome, Mr. Tomlinson."

Louis smiled and pulled Liam across him so he was sitting on Louis' lap. He took Liam's face in his hands and brought him down to kiss him. Liam tensed for a second but quickly relaxed and brought his hands to Louis' sides and rubbed circles into his shirt.

"I can't stand the idea of Harry catching us. We have to hurry." Liam nodded and went to pull his shirt off. "No. If Harry comes downstairs we need as much clothing on as possible."

"Ok," Liam agreed and kissed Louis again.

"Have you ever..." Louis spoke against his lips.

Liam stopped kissing and looked down to his lap. "I've done, um- I've done stuff, but I've never..."

Louis threaded his fingers through Liam's hair. "Fuck, okay. Lay down."

Liam climbed off Louis' lap and laid back so his head was on the arm of the couch. Louis straddled Liam and shoved his shorts down to his knees, releasing his hard cock. Liam reached for him immediately and took him in his hand. He stroked Louis surely, pulling his foreskin back with every tug. Louis moaned into the back of the couch before he quickly sucked on two fingers. Liam watched as Louis reached behind himself and pushed one inside. Louis' mouth fell open and Liam tugged faster.

"Yes, Liam," Louis moaned quietly.

Liam felt a smile spread across his face and reached his other hand down to pull his own dick out. Louis glanced between them and saw that Liam's friends weren't lying; Liam was massive. He couldn't help but sit back and take Liam in his delicate hand. He barely got his fingers around him. Liam groaned when he felt Louis pump him slowly.

Louis added another finger and his eyes fell closed. He pumped his own fingers inside himself and scissored them without any finesse, just going for speed. Louis' hand fell away from Liam's long dick to his chest. Soon he pulled out his fingers and pushed Liam's hand away from his cock.

"You have to be quiet," Louis warned. Liam nodded silently. "And I'm clean. I promise."

"Mr. T?" Louis raised an eyebrow. "Please do something before I come."

Louis laughed and scooted up Liam's body. He spit in his palm before rubbing the saliva and precum over Liam's shaft. The older man hovered over Liam's flushed, red cock and leaned down to kiss him.

"You're lucky. I haven't gotten any in a while so I'm really tight. Although, with your size, you'd split me open even if I were loose."

Liam groaned loudly and Louis covered his mouth. Liam apologized with his eyes and gripped Louis' hips. Louis reached a hand behind him and lined Liam up. He lowered down smoothly but slowly and gave Liam a glare when he tried to buck up. He could feel Liam smile under his hand. Louis finally came flush with Liam's hips and leaned down to let his head fall forward onto Liam's shoulder. His hand fell from Liam's mouth to the arm of the couch by his head.

"You are," Liam choked, "really tight."

Louis chuckled. "I don't normally bottom but I had to try you out. Louis bit down on Liam's shoulder when he thrusted up into him. "I heard you were big, but fuck."

"Heard? Thank you? I think." Liam thrusted harder.

"It's definitely a compliment." Louis pushed down.

"Well, you're really fit."

Thrust.

"Thank you."

Push.

The two gained a fast and hard rhythm that had Louis panting against Liam's neck. Liam was biting his lips between his teeth to keep from screaming at the tight warmth surrounding his leaking cock.

"Lou, Louis. Fuck I'm gonna come," Liam sputtered.

"Hold on for me."

Liam nodded against Louis' head and focused solely on not coming. Louis sat back a little so Liam's massive head pushed against his prostate. Louis bit down again and moaned.

"Stop, shit, stop biting me or I'll come Louis, I swear," Liam warned.

"Sorry," Louis whispered.

Louis pushed back at the same angle while Liam thrusted harder. He felt the familiar heat and knew he was close, too. Liam kept hitting his spot, making Louis' legs shake. He wrapped a hand around himself and tugged his foreskin back and forth over his length.

"Fuck, okay, Liam. Come with me," Louis breathed against his skin.

Liam pushed in twice more and shivered while he came into Louis. Louis tensed and shot hot cum into the tight space between them.

Liam kept thrusting until Louis whimpered and ordered, "Pull out."

Liam slid out while Louis clenched his sensitive hole. Louis sat back on his heels and rested his head on Liam's chest.

"So big," he whispered to no one in particular.

Liam smiled and ran his fingers through Louis' hair. "So fit," he whispered back.

"Liam?" Harry called from the top of the stairs. They both froze but didn't hear footsteps.

"Yeah?" Liam called, then cleared his throat.

"Are you done eating? I hate doing this shit by myself."

"Don't curse," Louis admonished quietly, so only Liam heard.

Liam chuckled and scratched Louis' scalp. "Yeah, be right there."

They heard Harry's bedroom door close again and both breathed out a sigh of relief. Louis sat up on his knees and pulled his shorts and pants back up. Liam tucked himself back into his jeans before he looked at Louis' shirt then his own and made an annoyed sound.

"I have one you can borrow," Louis assured him.

"Won't Harry notice?"

"Tell him you spilled something on yourself."

"Actually you spilled something on me," Liam laughed.

Louis hit him playfully and climbed off. He led Liam to his room and gave him a clean shirt.

"I wanna try your bed out next time."

Louis whipped around to confirm that there will not be a next time, but then Liam was smiling and giving Louis that look and instead he just changed his own shirt and said, "Death of me."

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