Liam flicked back through the unanswered texts he'd sent Louis over the past two weeks. He'd asked Louis to meet him in his office and never got a response. He wanted to prove to Louis that he was wrong; he believed Louis was mature. But Louis stayed silent. He even tried calling after the first few texts went without notice, but his phone just rolled over to voicemail after four rings.

He would've been worried that Louis was sick or something, but he was there, in class, every time. He got there after students had arrived and left before most. Liam tried his best to communicate with Louis through rare eye contact, as Louis nearly refused to even look up from his desk. Was he really so mad about being called immature? Liam didn't even mean it. Louis was more mature than most of his colleagues.

Louis missed his mid-term advising meeting, but Liam assumed it was because of what he'd said about Louis' grades and education. Then they had one more session set to meet and go over the play's script before official rehearsals started, but when Friday came, Louis didn't show. Liam waited in his office for an hour, then checked his classroom just in case. He'd sent off a text to Louis, but got nothing.

Liam was nearly out of his mind wondering what could've possibly happened. It wasn't like Louis to let bad blood settle and to shrug off something so important to him. So when Liam couldn't take it anymore, he went where he knew he'd see Louis and could figure this out.

***

The theatre was full of students and right in the middle of it all was his boy. He was standing at the front while most of the others sat, and he gave small direction as the players read off their parts. Mrs. Mastesis sat on the front row and watched the whole thing with a sharp eye, giving feedback at the end of each section.

Liam slinked into the back row of chairs, darkness covering him and giving him just enough excuse to stay and watch. Louis glowed under the minimal lighting on stage. Liam could tell Louis absolutely loved doing this. The only other place he'd seen Louis look like this was on the field when the staff went to Championships last year; well, then, and a few weeks ago when Louis was sucking on Liam's fingers.

Liam shook that thought away immediately and focused on Louis cuing people their lines and giving them a writer's note every so often. If Louis was upset, it was most certainly at Liam, because he seemed perfectly fine right now. Liam spent the next couple of hours sat in shadow and growing more and more fond of that boy that kissed him a lifetime ago.

When Louis came walking down the middle aisle with his bag and saw Liam standing from his seat, Liam cleared his throat quietly and nodded to signal if they could go outside and talk. Louis only shook his head and walked out the theatre door, leaving Liam stunned.

***

From then on, Liam started attending all of Louis practices, sitting at the back and waiting for a chance to talk to him. But every week Louis rushed past him, or went out another door. One week he even told Liam not to come back, but Liam couldn't stay away. Louis ignored his texts and calls, he stopped interacting in class, so this was where Liam saw Louis the happiest.

As time went on, Louis' joy in the theatre went up, but his attitude during the rest of the time Liam caught a glimpse of him was back to the glum surrender from the beginning of the year. Louis walked around the halls with this scared look on his face that made Liam want to wrap him up, take him home, and tuck him into bed.

He could see Zayn taunting him, jeering at him, but Liam couldn't seem to catch him actually hurting him, and Louis wasn't going to talk to Liam about it. The thing that got to Liam the most was that Louis would flinch when he moved; the edges of bruises peeked up from his collar. He hurt when he walked and the one time Liam actually tried to grab his arm to keep him from walking away, Louis yelped and ran before he could get a word in edge wise.

***

"You'll be there, of course," Lisa Mastesis informed Liam.

He really wanted to go, not for the reasons the drama teacher thought, but he would be there nonetheless. "I'll be there."

"I'd actually like it if you'd come to our dress rehearsal tonight; give us a few last minute adjustments. Your opinion means so much to the kids, and I know how much you helped them in writing it."

He didn't really help all that much. He'd looked over the first official draft, but the two times he and Louis were meant to work on it went slightly awry, once to Liam's delight, and once to his disappointment, but he couldn't exactly tell her that. "Of course. I'm so proud of these kids for the work they've done."

Lisa clapped her hands together once and smiled. "Great. We'll see you tonight, then."

Liam only nodded stiffly and watched as Lisa walked away whistling a tune he didn't recognize. There had to be something in the vents in the theaters. Whatever it was, Liam needed some right now. He needed something, anything, to get him through tonight.

***

That something seemed to be listening to Louis' voicemail a couple times, but never gathering the balls to leave one. He called, knowing Louis wouldn't pick up, and just listened to his slightly raspy tenor greet him with an "Oi, Louis here. You called me, so do something about it." The message was like a personal taunt every time he heard it because here he was, calling and not doing anything about it.

The third time he'd listened to it and then hung up, he was right outside the theatre door, his coat pulled tight against the harsh winter and worry in the lines between his brows. He'd probably have to interact tonight, especially with the writers, especially with Louis. Which was really all he wanted, but what if Louis was as cold to him in front of everyone as he had been in private?

Liam pushed the thought away and entered the building, hit by the busy noise of people moving about and directions being given. Liam walked across the lobby and through the open doors that lead into the actual theatre. The noise increased ten-fold, and Liam winced slightly. He did a sweep of the people: two kids carrying some sort of cardboard car, Mrs. Mastesis speaking to a girl in pigtails with flourish. His eyes scanned further, and there he was.

Louis was in rolled up jeans, showing a peak of white socks, and a plain white t-shirt that fit snuggly around his biceps. He had on a pair of converse that Liam recognized he already owned because of the blue highlighter drawn across the white soles. But his hair was what had Liam's mouth running dry.

It was slicked back into a tight quiff, sides smooth against his head and the ends by his neck flicking out just slightly into the air. Liam could finally have an uninterrupted view of his eyes, instead of having to brush his fringe off his face all day. Not that he minded. But right now Louis looked...older. Amazing. Manly. It gave Liam a glimpse into what he would look like in five, maybe ten, years.

When Louis' eyes caught his, he fumbled over his words, but quickly turned away and continued with his conversation with the girl Liam recognized as the female lead. The teacher walked down the aisle and stood at the foot of the stage. Mrs. Mastesis noticed him and waved him to come up the side stairs. Liam did, and joined her in the midst of the madness.

"Thank you so much for coming, Liam. It really means a lot."

Liam smiled, painfully aware of Louis not five feet from him. "Least I could do."

Lisa put a hand up, pointer finger raised in halt. "Hold on. Let me gets the leads for you." Before Liam could protest, Lisa was calling their names. The two students looked over and Liam could see the worry in Louis' eyes as he walked over. "Liam-I'm sorry, Mr. Payne," Lisa put a gentle hand on Liam's arm and Louis' eyes flicked to the contact before moving back to the drama teacher's face. "These are our wonderful leads. You worked with Louis," Liam nodded unsurely at the boy and was rewarded with a nod in return, "but this is Christie."

Liam tried to give both students equal attention. "It's going to be a great show. Good lu-"

Louis' hand lurched up and covered Liam's mouth, and they both froze. Liam wasn't sure what possessed him, but he pursed his lips and kissed the warm inside of Louis' hand. Louis ripped his hand away like he'd been burned and then apologies where falling from his lips. "Sorry, I'm sorry. We just-we don't say that in here."

Mrs. Mastesis was laughing, but Liam couldn't take his eyes off Louis' flushed cheeks. "We don't say those words in the hallowed hall. It's a tradition, and we're very superstitious."

Liam licked over his lips and finally tore his eyes away to look at the other teacher. "I see that. Your students are very..." he swallowed again, "passionate."

"Louis especially," Lisa beamed. "I'm begging him to try for Juilliard or Tisch next year."

"America?" Liam hadn't even thought about Louis actually graduating and leaving here before they even had a chance, especially all the way to America. Liam tried to catch Louis' eye, but he had them determinately on the floor.

"Yes, it's quite far, but Louis is that good."

Liam couldn't argue with that. He'd seen Louis in practice, read the stuff he wrote for this, and he knew he was at home on stage. "He is."

The fondness in Liam's voice must've alert Louis, because he lifted his eyes and looked at Liam. "Th-thank you."

"Soooo," Christie sucked her teeth and looked up to the ceiling, "are we going to get started or..."

"Of course!" Mrs. Mastesis went into teacher mode and started gathering the kids up to begin rehearsal. Louis didn't move and Liam tried not to show how excited he was that he'd actually get to talk to him.

"What are you doing here?"

Liam's hands were pulsing with the need to reach out and touch the blue-eyed boy, but he kept them firmly at his sides. "Lisa asked me to come. Said she wanted another pair of eyes for the dress rehearsal, and since I was involved..."

"Oh, right, yeah."

Liam leaned in a little so he could lower his voice. "You haven't returned my calls."

Louis sighed and backed up a step. "I know. I'm sorry. But we can't do this here."

"Just-" Liam scrubbed a hand down his face. "Just tell me you're okay."

Louis smiled sadly and Liam wanted to kiss away the facade and replace it with a real one. "Of course I'm okay, I'm in the theatre." Louis opened his arms wide to encompass the space.

Liam looked over Louis' shoulder and saw that the students were all focused on what looked to be a very inspirational speech from Mrs. Mastesis, so he lifted his hand and put his palm flat over Louis' chest. "Can we please talk afterwards?"

Louis' hands fell to his sides, then he lifted one to cover Liam's for just a second before he pushed it away. "No."

"No?"

Louis stepped further away. "No." He turned and made his way to the front of the crowd while Lisa finished her speech. Liam had to clench his fists tight to keep from marching over and dragging Louis away by his beautifully-styled hair and force him to talk with him. Instead he went back down the small set of stairs and sat in the front row of the theatre to watch Louis work.

The kids dispersed and things were set up for the opening scene. Liam went from mildly angry to entertained to on the edge of his seat by the time the first run through was finished. This story. Liam's not sure exactly how, but it felt so much like their situation. It didn't so much when he first read it, but now, Liam felt like Louis was portraying him in every aspect. He might be crazy, but he swore Louis even took on a few of his mannerisms.

Liam sat in a state of déjà vu as Louis and Christie played off each other in a scene where she snuck over to his house on the bad side of town and shared her story of an abusive brother. These were kids, weren't they? The subjects they're hitting here were hard and very grown up. But then again, it reminded him of he and Louis for a reason. He guessed Louis dealt with things like this everyday.

When the lights went down on the ending, and Louis lost the girl next door to her fate, Liam had actual tears in his eyes. Then the lights rose again and Liam quickly swiped at his cheeks, but not before he saw Louis' eyes trained on his seat with questions in the blue depths.

Mrs. Mastesis clapped for a job well done, but Liam could only sit there at stare at him. He couldn't smile, or blink, he could barely breath with the need to run on stage and kiss all of his wounds and worries away. For Louis' part, he wasn't looking away either. It's like he was waiting for Liam to give him some kind of sign.

Liam swallowed down all the emotions that played inside his mind and sent Louis a smile that he hope portrayed how proud he was. Louis seemed to soften at that, an exhale of relief falling from his lips. But then Louis was distracted by questions and compliments and then they were going for one more round.

Liam decided to sit a bit further back this time, in hopes that he'd be forced to take in the bigger picture and not just daydream about Louis for an hour and a half. He was almost to the back, the shadows of the last seats just barely fading into the dark. He sank down in his seat and crossed an ankle over his knee.

They were maybe halfway through when he saw a shadow and his eyes flicked over to it. There was Zayn, moving along the edges of the dim floor and then using the side door to disappear backstage. Liam knew Zayn wasn't apart of this production at all, he'd been watching for months. So why was he here? If it was to torment Louis, well tonight was not the night, and Liam would make sure no one laid a finger on his boy...hopefully still his boy.

Liam didn't want to just get up and leave halfway through, especially if he could catch Louis looking at him again at the end. So he waited until the lights went up again, and to Liam's absolute joy, Louis' eyes search the seats for him until they landed on him halfway through the back section. Liam would look at him as long as Louis allowed, so when Mrs. Mastesis came on stage and Louis was still looking at Liam he didn't hear a single word she said.

"Mr. Payne?"

Liam jolted from his revery to find the drama teacher calling his name. "Sorry, yes?"

"Why don't you come share a bit of insight with the students? Tell us what you thought, from a mostly outsiders point of view."

Liam nodded dumbly and got up from his seat, grabbing the jacket he took of at some point and didn't realize it, before climbing on stage and standing before the group of teenagers. "It was...wow. Really good." Some clapped, others smiled. Louis just looked at him. For weeks now Louis refused to even acknowledge his existence; now he refused to look away. Liam would always take the latter. "It's an intense story and you all handled it well. The leads were," Liam caught Christie's eyes quickly just so he could then look directly at Louis and smile, "amazing."

"Well done, students!" Mrs. Mastesis cheered. "Now go clean up. Please put your costumes back in the correct place, and I will see you here at call time tomorrow."

Kids were already stripping off accessories and taking their hair down, but Louis was actually walking towards Liam this time. Liam felt like a kid, talking to his first crush and hoping not to mention his extensive action figure collection in case they thought it wasn't cool.

Louis raked his fingers over the short ends by his neck and Liam nearly licked some part of his body, the tight bicep, the flexing neck, the twitching lips. Liam was done, over done and burning. But not quite blind enough not to notice the hiss of pain before Louis lowered his arm again. "Good job." Liam's voice came out a bit higher than he remembered hearing it last, but Louis only smiled and scratched at the legs of his jeans.

"You think so?"

"I do. You're really good. I can't believe I never got into theatre before."

Louis chucked softly. "Guess you never had a reason to before."

"But I do now."

Louis deterred Liam's eyes contact as he glanced at the floor. "Maybe not."

"I hope so."

Louis was shaking his head before Liam even finished. "You don't understand."

Liam gave a cursory look around to make sure they didn't have onlookers and lifted a thumb to stroke down the length of Louis' arm. A fleeting touch, but the best Liam could do in public. "Let me try."

It seemed like Liam got through; Louis lifted his head and Liam saw the desire to share in Louis' eyes, but then he flicked his eyes over Liam's shoulder and they went cold again. "Please, leave me alone, Mr. Payne."

And before Liam could try again, Louis was walking away, joining the students in going backstage to change and go home. Liam closed his eyes against the sting of rejection, and when he opened his eyes and looked around for his student, he'd lost him.

Liam couldn't let Louis give up. He knew he saw what Louis really wanted before he brushed him off. He'd just gotten to have Louis in a way he never knew he wanted and now Louis was walking away before they even started. Liam shook his head with determination and made his way backstage to find Louis and not let him go until Liam had said all he came to say so many weeks ago at the first practice he attended.

He glanced at each kid that passed, looking for the sharp quiff and bright blue eyes, ducking under ropes and nearly tripping on a skirt. Then he pushed past a curtain on the back wall and heard it. There was a small hallway that lead to just one room at the end. A janitor's office. The door was open and just inside was Louis and Zayn, their voices where hushed, but they weren't exactly being quiet. Liam stayed mostly hidden by the curtain, but made sure he could see Louis.

"I'm going insane, and you should watch what you say if you want to keep what you have. I can't stop-" Zayn rubbed the heel of his hand into his temple.

"Only because I've told you what you don't want to hear."

"You did this, Louis," Zayn seethed. "I never wanted this."

"Me?" Louis' voice had that incredulous sound to it that Liam had learned so well over the years. "Zayn, I didn't make you gay."

"I'm not gay-fuck you, faggot."

Liam tensed at the word and almost broke it up right then, but Louis was quick to the draw. "If I'm one, then you're one. That's why you do this to me. I'm your release for all the shit you give yourself because you can't except who you are."

"I know who I am." Zayn shoved Louis' shoulder and Louis just sighed; he actually sounded sorry for Zayn somehow. "You kissed me."

Louis laughed then, but the humor wasn't there. "If that's what you choose to remember then so be it, but you'll always know what my tongue tastes like."

Zayn raised a hand and Liam knew he had to stop Zayn before he hit him, but then Zayn's hand curled around the back of Louis' neck and his lips pressed harshly against the shorter boy's. Louis made a surprised sound against his mouth and seemed frozen for a moment.

Liam's mind was racing. Zayn kissing Louis; it didn't make sense. And kissing him like that, his hand finding the curve of Louis' back so easily. Like they'd done it before. That's what Louis had just said. Then it all came together for Liam and he nearly choked. Zayn was Louis' first kiss, and the one who betrayed him. Now he punished Louis everyday for something Zayn didn't like about himself.

Liam wanted to punch the bully, but for what. He didn't have any proof and right now they looked more cozy than cold. Especially when Louis' hands lifted up to rest on Zayn's shoulders. Zayn wrapped his arm fully around Louis' waist and pressed their chests together. Louis broke away, but kept his lips close, panting into Zayn's mouth.

"I trusted you."

Zayn closed his eyes heavily and rested his forehead on Louis'. "You don't have a choice, but to trust me. That's how it is now."

Louis nodded and pushed away from the brown-eyed boy. "That's okay. You're not what I want. I want someone who's mature, and open about who they are. Someone that will spend more time loving me, than hurting me." Louis' smile came across soft and his eyes shifted to the floor. "Someone who can teach me things, but wants to learn about me, too."

Zayn scoffed. "You sound like a fag."

Louis' face went hard. "Because I am, Zayn. I'm gay. I'm so gay. I like cock, and so do you. Only difference is I can actually admit it. And because of that I can pick someone to be with that makes me happy, unlike you, who pretends to hate me just so you can touch me." Louis pushed Zayn away and started out of the office, but Zayn caught him by the wrist and pulled him back around at the same time his fist came in contact with Louis' side, making the smaller boy wince and muffle a yell.

Liam's body was moving before his mind was. He'd never felt the explicit need to hit anyone, much less a student, but that child just put his hands on Louis and that's all the reason Liam needed. Louis saw him coming when he was only halfway there and must've seen the red in Liam's eyes, because he instantly put himself between Liam and Zayn.

"Liam, don't."

"Move, Louis."

Louis put his hands out and stopped Liam's forward movement with his palms flat on his chest. "Mr. Payne, calm down. Remember where we are."

Louis calling him by his last name brought Liam back a couple steps as he realized he really was this close to knocking a student out. "Mr. Malik," Liam spat and then look a long breath before continuing. "Bullying is not tolerated at this school. I will see you in Headmaster Powers' office on Monday."

Zayn put a hand on Louis' shoulder, making the smaller boy flinch, but he didn't move away, and smirked. "Sure about that, Liam?"

Liam narrowed his eyes. "It's Mr. Payne. Some respect would be-"

"He knows."

Liam's words dropped off his tongue as he looked at Louis in confusion. The boy wouldn't look up from the floor. "What?"

Zayn came around to stand next to Louis. "I know about you two, Mr. Payne." He gave the name a sadistic edge. "I know all about what happened in your office. The text messages and phone calls."

Liam ignored him and focused on Louis. "Lou, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry."

"Louis, no." He couldn't have...he didn't tell him. Did he?

"He was my best friend, Liam."

"Still am, I think," Zayn bragged.

Louis knocked Zayn's arm off his shoulder and moved closer to Liam. "Don't kid yourself. You manipulated me into telling you, and then blackmailed me into a deal I didn't want." He turned to Liam and slid a hand up to rest against his neck, fingers pressing into his skin. "He promised to stay quiet about us if I ignored you and let him kiss me. I've always been...blind when it comes to him." Louis brought his other hand up to the other side of Liam's neck and trailed a thumb down Liam's jaw and back. "But nothing else happened, I promise."

"Yeah, because I wouldn't let you."

Liam felt the fire inside his chest ignite and Louis' hands went to hold him still again. "I wouldn't have. I didn't want-" Louis forced Liam to look at him. "I wanted you."

Liam traced his fingers down Louis' cheek to cradle the back of his head. "Why didn't you come to me?"

Louis bit his lip and Liam could see he was trying to keep from crying. "We fought. You thought I was immature. And I figured out how to make him stop hurting me, for a minute at least."

Liam couldn't stand it anymore; he pulled Louis to his chest and pressed his lips to his temple. "You're the bravest person I know, Lou."

Liam heard a scoff. "You're both pathetic. Don't you see how wrong you two are for what you're doing?"

The teacher kept an arm around Louis, but turned towards Zayn. "Here's the new deal. You keep our secret and we'll keep yours. Wouldn't want everyone knowing that you've been snogging a bloke behind the scenes, would we?" Zayn looked like he was going to protest, but Liam barreled on. "Stay away from Louis, stay away from me unless absolutely necessary. I hope you figure out how to live with yourself, Malik."

Liam turned him and Louis around and walked away from the small office. They separated long enough to get outside and walk the back way to Liam's house under the cover of night. He let Louis in and followed him into the living room. Louis fell onto the couch and kicked off his shoes before burying his face in his hands. Liam flicked a lamp on and grabbed a bottle of water before sitting next to Louis.

They stayed quiet in the dim light for a while, Liam listening to Louis' breathing slow and become more even. When Louis finally lifted his head, Liam almost sighed with relief. Liam turned his body to give his full attention to Louis.

"This isn't how I expected my first time in your house to be," Louis admitted with a sad smile. Liam laughed with him, a slightly wet sound on Louis' half, and took his smaller hand in his own. He intertwined their fingers and kissed the short fingertips while Louis collected himself. "I'm sorry for being a child about this."

Liam kept kissing his hand and shook his head. "I'm sorry for making you feel like you couldn't come to me. You're not a child, Lou."

Louis picked at the knee of his trousers. "You know, back before everything, I thought he might actually love me."

Liam's heart broke for this boy. He hated that Louis' first encounter with, what could've been, love turned dark so quickly. "He doesn't deserve to have you, Louis."

"I know that. I'm not actually a masochist, even if I seem like it." Louis huffed a wet, self-deprecating laugh. "But he was such a huge part of my life."

"I get it." Liam sat back on the couch and pulled Louis to his chest, petting his still half-styled hair idly. When a silent few minutes passed, Liam kissed his hair and said, "I really like this look though. The whole greaser thing with the quiff?" He tucked a hand around Louis' waist. "It's kind of hot."

Louis turned his head and looked up at Liam from the place on his chest. "Really?"

Liam nodded easily. "You look older. Really hot."

Louis slid a hand under Liam's shirt and let it rest on his flank. "Hot enough to do something about it."

Liam just kissed the tip of his nose. "We don't have to do anything tonight, Lou. That's not why I brought you here."

Louis shifted more, and soon he had one leg thrown over Liam's lap. "I know that." The hand under his shirt ventured higher and played with the dips of Liam's abs. "But it's been months and the only person I've had to kiss is-"

Liam pushed two fingers between Louis' lips, surprising the boys for a moment before Louis smirked and started sucking on them. "Let's not talk about him." Liam didn't want to think about the fact that Zayn was the last one to kiss Louis; his mouth probably still tasted like him. "Come here."

Louis sucked cheekily on Liam's fingers as he scooted up Liam's body and pulled off Liam's fingers to press his lips to his teacher's. Liam growled; he did taste like someone else, but then Liam was pressing his tongue into Louis' mouth and Louis was moaning against his lips. Louis' other hand slipped under his shirt as Liam's arms went around Louis' curvy waist. Louis' toes were curled under Liam's thighs and he slid a hand down to cup Louis' firm ass.

Louis gasped into the kiss and then pressed their lips harder as he started rocking against Liam's lap. "Liam," he whined. "Let me suck you off." Louis dropped a hand between them and pressed on Liam's semi.

Liam nearly choked on his own tongue as he pulled back to give Louis a look of disbelief. "What?"

Louis just nodded and slid off Liam's lap to the floor. "I want to. Been wanting to for a long time."

Liam's mouth hung open, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Then Louis' hands were at his belt and Liam couldn't think of a single reason why Louis couldn't suck his cock. Liam lifted up and helped Louis pull his trousers to his ankles, and watched him lick his lips when he saw how hard Liam already was.

"This is going to be fun."

Liam rolled his eyes, but smiled down at his boy. "You don't have to."

Liam," Louis warned, "stop treating me like a child. Treat me like anyone else you've slept with."

Liam traced his thumb along Louis' bottom lip. "Firstly, you're better than anyone else I've been with. Secondly, be careful what you wish for. I'm not always so amiable."

"Bring it on, old man."

Liam raised a brow. "Okay, then." He grabbed a handful of Louis' hair and pushed his head towards his bulge. "Suck me off, Princess."

Louis' eyes fluttered closed as be breathed a quiet, "Fuck," against Liam's pants.

"Watch your mouth, Louis."

Louis apologized quickly and lowered down to mouth at Liam's clothed erection. "Li, I want this, but I can't guarantee it'll be any good."

Liam tilted Louis' head back by his hair and leaned down to kiss him. "It's you. It'll be fantastic," he spoke against his lips.

Louis surged up for one more kiss while his fingers tugged at Liam's pants. Liam didn't budge. "Liam," he urged.

"Ask for it."

Louis breathed a bewildered laugh that dropped off when he saw Liam was serious. Liam watched as Louis' face went from flustered to flushed and he swallowed thickly. "Liam, can I please-" He wiped his hands on the couch cushions by Liam's thighs. "Can I please see your dick again?"

Liam lifted his hips off the couch just enough to let Louis rip his pants to the floor. A moan rattled around in Louis' throat and his hand shot out to wrap around him. Liam sank into the already familiar feeling of Louis' small hand on his heated skin.

"It's been too long, Princess."

"Fuck-I mean, sorry-shit. Liam, that name."

Liam gripped Louis' hair tighter, scratching at his scalp. His smile was in juxtaposition, sweet and open. "You are. You're my sweet princess, Lou."

Louis kissed the soft inside of Liam's thigh. "Yes." Louis brought Liam's tip to his lips, but paused and looked up at his teacher. "Tell me how?"

"If you need it, I'll help you. But don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for practice." Louis stuck his tongue out and flicked the wet tip in a short stroke across the head. Liam puffed out a breath, but let Louis take his time. The student gave his prick one more look over before closing his lips around just an inch or so. "There you go," Liam encouraged and combed his fingers through Louis' short hairs. "Only take what you can."

Louis lowered down a little more, just a couple inches now, but Liam could already feel the excess saliva Louis' mouth was producing from being filled. Louis popped off and looked up at Liam from under heavy lashes. "Will you-" Louis had to clear his throat and it made Liam want to bend him over the coffee table and fuck him now. "Will you guide me?"

Louis was perfect. Exactly what Liam needed and he didn't even know it. Liam smoothed a hand from Louis' shoulder to his neck as the other one kept firm in his hair. Louis scooted closer, making himself comfortable between Liam legs, and Liam thought he could really get used to this. "Of course." He led Louis back to his cock and Louis dropped his mouth open. As he fed Louis his length, he praised, "Doing so good, Princess."

Louis' brows furrowed as a small moan slipped from between his lips, coating Liam shaft in sensory vibrations. Liam sighed contentedly and directed Louis further, his thin, pink lips stretching taunt around his thickness. Louis' eyes closed tight and Liam had to remind him to breathe in long breaths.

When Louis' relaxed again, Liam moved Louis' head, by the hands on him, to bob up and down. Louis moaned out at the new movement and Liam pressed his hips to his seat. He could ruin Louis' mouth some other time. Tonight was about learning and trusting. Louis started to suck harder, hollow his cheeks, on the way up, and Liam couldn't help but think that Louis was made for this. When he told him as much, Louis groaned and shifted between Liam's legs restlessly.

"You can touch yourself, Princess. But, if you can wait, I'll get you off after."

Louis nodded just a little and Liam went back to sliding over Louis' wet tongue. They built a rhythm that had Liam holding back full out moans. His neighbors lived close and were also fellow teachers; he couldn't afford to get caught. Louis seemed to get bolder with the new skills, pursing his lips around Liam's head, tonguing the thick vein along the bottom side of his shaft.

Liam grabbed Louis' hand off his thigh and wrapped it around the inches Louis couldn't take. Yet. "Move your mouth and hand together." Liam had to guide him at first, but soon Louis was shaking his hand off, like he did the first time he gave Liam a hand job, and working Liam's cock closer to the end.

"God, that's perfect, Lou. I'm so close."

Louis hummed at that and doubled his efforts, causing spit to slip from between his lips and back down Liam's shaft. Liam bit his lip as he watched Louis work. He'd always loved a dirty blow job, and apparently so did Louis. The sounds Louis was making around Liam's prick could've sent him over the edge alone, but Louis was pushing himself further and moving his hand faster, and when Liam came it was harder than he had in a very long time.

Louis pulled back, but kept his mouth open for Liam's seed. It landed across Louis' swollen lips and sharp cheeks and the sight had Liam pumping out a bit more white release with a groan. Louis smiled, cum dripping down his chin, as Liam sank back into the couch and tried to keep his eyes open to watch Louis feed himself Liam's spunk.

"I really think it's just your cum, but it's actually really good." Louis finished sucking the last from the corner of his mouth before wiping the back of his hand across his face and sitting back on his heels with a triumphant grin. "So?"

Liam growled and pulled Louis to him by anything he could reach, shirt, shoulders, hair, and Louis came easily, straddling Liam's lap and putting his hand back under Liam's shirt. "Get your pants down, Princess. Are you still hard?"

Louis scoffed, "Am I hard?" Louis directed Liam's eyes down as he untied the strings of his waistband and Liam realized the question wasn't necessary. He could see Louis pressing the front of the shorts he's changed into after rehearsal. He pushed them down, along with his pants and got a hand around himself immediately. Liam made a pleased sound and gave Louis a moment to feel himself.

"Lay down on the couch, babe."

Louis' eyes went wide for a second and his smile broke open again as he scrambled out of his bottoms and laid down on Liam's coach, head against the arm rest. "Fuck, I might come really soon."

"Language," Liam reminded as he turned and propped one knee on the cushion and placed his other foot on the floor to face Louis, "and I figured. It's okay."

"This whole teenage stamina thing sucks," Louis complained.

Liam kissed the top of one soft thigh and then the other. "I can train you to last longer if you'd like."

Louis groaned and pushed his hips off the couch. "Not if you say things like that, you can't."

Liam curled sure fingers around Louis' shaft and gave a couple slow strokes. "Tonight, come whenever you want. Next time we do this, I'll show you what you can really do."

Louis shuddered at the promise. "Next time?"

Liam buried his face at Louis' base and trailed his lips up and down the side of Louis' length. "Were you worried I wouldn't want to again?"

Louis fisted the back of the couch and nodded shortly. "I wasn't very good."

Liam growl lowly in disapproval. "You were amazing, Lou. You made me come harder than I have with anyone else. I can't even imagine what it'll be like when you're experienced."

Louis threw his other arm over his face and whined. "Really? Jesus, Liam, that's insane." He slid his arm off and into his hair. "I want to learn so bad."

Liam delivered a kiss straight to Louis' slit, making the boy whine again, and promised, "You will," before opening his mouth and taking Louis in. Louis' hips bucked up immediately, so Liam pinned them down with his free hand.

"Fu-God, ugh, Liam." Liam was proud that Louis was at least attempting to control his language, and for it he lowered further and squeezed Louis' base a little harder as he tugged. "Your mouth is so hot. Like," Louis turned his face into the crease of his elbow and scrunched his eyes tight, "hot, like good, but I mean hot like-shhhit-hot."

Liam reached up and gave Louis' nipple a hard pinch for the word before moving back down to hold his hips when he bucked up.

"Sorry, sorry. Just-God, if I'd of known it felt like this..."

Liam felt a smug pride fill his chest at Louis' obvious delight. He took a moment to thank the school for being so strict and Louis for being so pure, so Liam could have this chance to give Louis something for the first time, and make it good.

Louis was moaning and pressing his face into his arm and Liam was sure his sounds were just a little too loud, so he reached up and turned Louis' face before pushing two fingers in his mouth, pressing on his tongue. Louis' eyes fluttered shut as an airy moan slipped from his throat. Liam focused back on taking Louis down and, when he was deep enough, he moved his hand down to tug on Louis' sac.

Louis' whole body tightened and he bit down on Liam's fingers as he moaned out again, the sound thankfully dampened by the digits. Liam kept his lips tight and moved in determined bobs, and Louis got more and more shifty underneath him.

Louis was mumbling something, but Liam couldn't understand around his fingers so he pulled them out and moved them down to Louis' nipple again. He squeezed the pink nub to hardness and Louis stilled. "I'm go-Liam," he cried out, and then Liam's mouth was splashed with warm cum. Liam pulled back just enough to keep Louis' head in his mouth and sucked his release from him.

Louis' legs twitched and his arms grabbed blindly for anything as he rode out his orgasm before he melted back on the couch, limbs loose and smile lazy. "Fuck."

Liam rolled his eyes and sucked hard one more time, making Louis hiss, before he pulled off. "You'll learn not to talk like that in front of me."

"Not if you keep making me come like that."

Liam moved up Louis' body and kissed him, Louis humming at his own taste. Liam kept his lips whisper close as he told Louis, "You're so pretty when you come."

Louis wrapped his arms around Liam's shoulder and groaned, but said, "I'm not pretty."

Liam raised a brow and kissed along Louis' jaw and down his neck, latching on and sucking a mark that made Louis gasp. "Oh, no?"

Louis squirmed more under him and pulled Liam back for a kiss. "Maybe."

"No maybe, you are, and I'll show you whenever I can."

Louis let his head fall back against the couch and moaned. "Promises, Mr. Payne."

Liam just sucked Louis' earlobe between his lips and breathed, "You'll see."