little bit of smut in the beginning because i'm nice <3 sorry if it's wonky i've edited as much as possible & had to stop myself before i deleted the entire chapter lolol

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harry lifted the covers with a bitten lip, watching louis carefully. his gaze flickered to the door, then back down at his partner. if someone were to walk in, they were screwed.

"really wanna do this?"

"i gotta make sure it works," louis hummed. "for your sake, of course."

"right," harry chuckled. "my sake."

"what, you don't think i'm thoughtful?"

"never did i say that."

"sounds like it."

"shut up and suck it already."

louis perked his head up. "yes, sir."

louis doesn't hesitate to tug the man's boxers down to mid thigh and immediately glide his tongue along the underside of his dick. he doesn't hesitate to grab the base of harry's cock and swirl his tongue around the tip like he knows harry likes. he doesn't hesitate at all. it's like he wanted to be caught.

the smaller man peeked up at his partner as he took him in his mouth. he waited for harry to make a noise or touch him before breaking eye contact as he lowered his head. he felt harry relax beneath him, the blanket lowering, and a hand slipping beneath it to rest on the back of his head.

the television mounted to the wall got louder, but louis could still hear harry trying his hardest to suppress his moans as he bobbed his head, his hand following each glide.

harry's hand clenched his hair and his hips shifted on the bed. "fuck," he groaned gently, head lolling back against the pillows.

louis hollowed his cheeks as he sucked particularly harder at the top of harry's dick, causing the younger man to clench his jaw and exhale through his nose to prevent himself from making any loud noises.

"tease," harry muttered.

a repetitive buzz from the side table made harry sigh heavily. he tried to ignore the incoming call, but louis lifted off of him in curiosity.

"me or you?"

"you."

smirking, louis stood on his knees and reached over to the side table to grab his phone. he held it to his ear as he continued to jerk harry off. slowly, of course, so no noises would be speculated over. "hi, nialler."

"hi, lou, is harry awake? i tried to call him but he didn't answer."

"he's awake. been trying to get him to calm down so he can sleep." louis licked his lips, circling his thumb over the tip of harry's cock.

he rose an eyebrow at his partner when he made the slightest whimper. a look of warning followed. he leaned down to dribble spit on harry's cock, watching his saliva roll down the side with an intrigued glimmer in his eye. he flattened his tongue and rubbed harry's tip against it before barely dragging his tongue to the slit, pre-come already meeting his tastebuds. it works. it definitely works.

"he still having muscle pains?"

"yeah. irritating the shit out of him. nearly choked him out earlier because he got moody with me." louis sat back up and adjusted the phone between his shoulder and ear. he beckoned for harry to sit up. while still tugging on him, he used his other hand to slip his thumb between harry's lips. he looked so pretty like this.

"he's a crybaby. i'll call him again in the morning then. you guys should be home, right?"

"supposed to discharge by eleven. should be home by noon, one at the latest. if he doesn't answer, just call me. or meet us at the house." louis suggested. he circled his thumb around the tip of his lover's dick again, a little harder, biting his lip. harry's eyes fluttered shut almost instantly. "i'll let him know you need to talk."

"thank you. see ya."

"later." louis nudged his phone on the bed once the call ended and removed his thumb from harry's mouth.

as he kissed him, he tightened his grip on his cock, swallowing the hiss that seeped from the one underneath him. he smirked against his mouth as he licked along the seam of harry's lips.

"working so far?"

"think so, yeah." harry mumbled. "keep going, please."

luckily it's dark and there were small curtains over the windows of the door, so even if anyone tried to peek into the room, they wouldn't be able to see much. it's all on harry to keep quiet so nobody suspects anything. if he were hooked up to his monitors, it would definitely be alarming.

"keep kissing me or i'll stop," the smaller man warned.

harry sucked in a harsh breath and gripped louis' sides with both hands, sloppily kissing him and holding onto him for dear life.

"good boy," louis murmured against him. he bit down on harry's bottom lip, grinning at the underboss's small huff. harry did say he was a dominating brat, but really he is also just a slut for him. louis would be the first one to prove it. "think you can be quiet so i can finish?"

"not if you keep looking at me like that," harry replied.

louis halted his movements as he tilted harry's head back. "like what?"

"sex eyes. drive me crazy."

"good." louis kissed the corner of his mouth. "lay back."

harry did as told and watched louis crawl back down the bed. he checked the time on louis' phone to see it was one in the morning. one of the nurses should be in soon to give him his last dose of nausea medicine soon. hopefully they don't step in while louis has his dick in his mouth, that would be one hell of a situation right there. they should be sleeping anyways, but harry was wide awake and louis was bored. so, louis opted to find something to do that would make them both at least a little less antsy, and now harry is on the brink of an orgasm.

he always said louis was a genius.

louis began to gently suck on the base of his cock, gliding his wet lips up and down the underneath of it. he inched down further to suckle on his balls, moving from one to the other, watching harry tense up.

louis giggled at the low whine that harry made and kissed his inner thigh. "okay up there?"

"absolutely not."

louis sucked a small hickey on harry's thigh, leaving general bite marks in other spots before returning to his task. he liked teasing more than he should, but it was always nice to see his lover writhe beneath his fingertips.

harry let out a soft noise of pleasure when louis took him all the way in his mouth. "fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good," he whispered. "fucking love looking at you like this."

louis' tummy fluttered at the praise. he didn't flinch when the blanket was moved off of him, only proceeded to bob his head faster, slower, nuzzling his nose against harry's groin and relishing in the touches given to him.

harry propped himself up on one hand, carding his other hand through soft caramel tufts. "daddy's boy knows how to make him feel good, doesn't he?"

louis pulled off with a small hum.

"use your words, bunny."

"yeah," louis managed to whisper out.

"you love making daddy feel good, huh?" harry continued to croon. when louis nodded, he added, "so good for me, my best boy."

louis took him back in his mouth after pressing tiny pecks along the tip of harry's cock. he made obscene noises as he went just to fuck with him until harry grabbed the back of his neck.

"hush," he told him softly and squeezed his neck. "thought you were my good boy. if i have to be quiet then so do you."

louis exhaled slowly as harry rubbed his fingertips into the sides of his neck. he pulled off and continued his teasing game of light licks and slow strokes of his hand.

"are you not?"

louis arched a brow. "not what?"

"my good boy," harry murmured. "or are you just a fucking cockslut that doesn't know how to use his ears?"

the tips of louis' ears burned. he tried to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. harry could probably see his blush in the dark.

"louis. answer me or you're done."

louis pouted up at him. "done?"

"mhm. only good boys get the pleasure of sucking me off. are you my good boy or no?"

"i am," louis whined, suddenly embarrassed to think he wasn't. "i am, i am."

"i don't think i believe you," harry hummed. "why don't you prove it to me?" he continued to massage the back of louis' neck, carding his hand through his hair. when louis took him back into his mouth, he bit down on his bottom lip and massaged at his scalp to let him know to keep going.

"that's it," he whispered. "look at you. so pretty. can i take a picture of this?"

louis patted the bed for his phone and handed it to him.

harry guided his head up and down his cock by grabbing his hair, tugging on the ends in certain places. he took plenty of pictures and even a short video with a breathy moan on the recording just so louis could have it on his camera roll. he put the phone down when louis used one hand to stroke the base of his dick and the other to grab his thigh or play with his balls. the latter made harry twitch.

"close," harry whispered, watching louis' head rise and fall. "shit, lou-"

louis whined when his head was yanked up. he stared at the man with glossy wide eyes and a pouted bottom lip. "hey."

harry grabbed the base of his cock and tapped his tip against louis' mouth. "open."

louis complied with the directions, resting his tongue underneath the head of his partner's cock. his eyes fluttered shut as harry tightened his grip in his hair, listening to the man's short, heavy breaths and the sound of him jerking himself off. he blinked back up at his partner, coming into eye contact with him, and sat patiently as harry released into his open mouth.

"beautiful," harry praised softly, grabbing louis' chin to close his mouth. "swallow."

louis did so, opening his mouth again to prove it.

"good boy." the younger man brought him back up to press a kiss to his lips.

"i see it works."

"for my sake, right?"

louis nods proudly.

harry rubbed louis' lower lip with his thumb. "can't believe you really just did that."

"i've sucked your dick in worse places," louis hummed. "tired yet?"

"little bit."

louis got harry adjusted back into his boxers and shorts before grabbing him by the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. "you need to sleep."

"i gotta wait for them to bring me my meds first, bunny."

"atleast just lie down for a bit, yeah?" louis cooed, stroking his knuckles against harry's cheek. "you look wore out." he smirked as harry rolled his eyes.

"whatever," the patient muttered. "'s your fault."

"i know."

harry slipped his hands under louis' shirt. "gonna stay with me?"

"of course. bitch nurse isn't here tonight, you already know i'm gonna be with you."

harry hummed at that, leaning into his partner's touch. louis made him feel hazy, a very good hazy. he always made him feel warm and fuzzy, and safe, and all of these good things. he could just blink at him and harry's day is ten times better.

louis kissed his forehead. "i'm gonna go wash my face, then i'll be back. 'kay?"

"don't miss me while you're gone."

"trust me, i won't."

harry chuckled and released him so he could tend to his routine.

while louis was in the bathroom, avery stopped by to give him his zofran as promised and went over his discharge rules with him. basically if he was still feeling shitty within the next week, to come back and see jana and find out if it's a medication problem or the fentanyl. they had talked about prescribing him suboxone to prevent him from craving the opiod, but harry decided against it because he felt it was unnecessary. yes, he was drugged, yes, it was with a highly addictive narcotic, but he doesn't want to be put on something else that is just as addictive in order to stop him from going to the main source.

louis returned once the nurse left and climbed in behind harry, cuddling up to his back. he pressed his lips to the nape of the man's neck, feeling the chain of his playboy necklace against his upper lip.

"feeling okay?"

"mhm."

"promise?"

"i promise," harry looked over his shoulder. "just ready to get the hell out of here."

"you and me both," louis sighed.

"do you want me to..." harry quirked an eyebrow.

"no. i'm okay. try to sleep, please. i know you're still hurting and feeling icky but you need to get at least a few hours of shut eye. i'm not going anywhere."

harry nodded and returned to snuggling against his pillow. he rested his hand on top of louis' that was laid against his stomach, rubbing his thumb over the rings that sat over his fingers.

"love you," louis mumbled into his neck. "niall wants to talk to you tomorrow, by the way."

"kind of figured," harry yawned. "love you most, baby."

—-

"oh my gosh, hi, hello," harry chuckled as shark wiggled over him on the bed. the orange cat walked on his chest, down his legs, back up his torso, and sniffed his face before curling up beside his head.

emma sat perched up at the end of the bed, ears twitching, and she stretched out before laying across harry's knees.

"how cute," louis crooned from the doorway. "your meds are in. liam's on the way to pick them up."

"wicked." harry reached back to stroke shark's head with his knuckles. "missed my babies."

"they missed you," louis confirmed. "i got all the pictures while we were gone. that one right there didn't leave your spot on the bed." he pointed to shark. "i think he likes you more than me."

"he likes me, but he loves you," harry hummed. "it's deserved. you should be loved by everyone."

"as should you."

"i am loved by the one person i wanna be loved by most. fuck the rest."

louis gave up a shy smile before running to the bed and jumping on it, startling their animals. he sat on all fours as he peppered kisses along the side of harry's face, murmuring, "hope you're talking about me."

"it's actually about zayn." harry laughed at louis' stunned reaction and turned his head to kiss the bewildered man. "always you, baby. always."

"better be. i'll kick some royal ass."

"trust me, i know."

louis found himself cuddling with emma when liam arrived with harry's meds. jana kept his nausea meds prescribed since he was still having some issues with it.

the smaller man carried the cat downstairs and opened the front door, grinning at the fellow clique member. "hi."

"hi, lou. i have harry's drugs. and i brought sweets."

louis gasped. "sweets?" he set emma down took the bag with harry's medicine in it, and a small to go box that had cupcakes inside. "liam, you shouldn't have."

"just a small welcome home treat from me. hopefully he likes them. there's a lemon one, red velvet, cinnamon and vanilla. i told her i'd pay her double for extra rat poison and now i'm twenty bucks in debt."

snickering, louis admired the baked goods. they're adorable. the lemon cupcake even has a small lemon decorated on top of the frosting. how cute. "thank you, li. wanna come see him?"

nodding, liam followed the smaller man upstairs. they found harry in the middle of telling shark some sort of tale that clearly involved action, because he was moving his hands around to make guns and kept saying 'pow'. louis didn't announce their arrival until he caught the underboss grabbing the cat's paws and pretending to have shark punch him in the face. his laughter gave it away.

"payne, you didn't see shit."

"i saw it all," liam smirked. "i'm telling."

"we'll beat you up." harry crossed his arms, nudging shark. "tell 'im, sharky. we'll kick his ass."

shark meowed on cue, making the three men laugh.

"alright, alright. i'll keep my mouth shut. but only for shark," liam bargained. "i'd rather not go out by pussy. that's very un-classy of me."

"and liam is quite the man of class, might i say," louis agreed. he sat on the edge of the bed and handed harry his cupcakes. "poisoned sweets for my sweets."

"thank you," harry took the box and opened it. "liam, you shouldn't have. red velvet? i just might kiss you."

"see, when i said i didn't want to go out by pussy, that didn't mean i wanted to go out by rabbit, either." liam nodded towards louis. "i know your little bunny here has quite the temper."

smirking to himself, louis twinkled his fingers at his friend before snatching shark up and flipping him back onto the bed. this started a war between the man and his pet, which ended up with louis holding the cat by his tail and spinning him around on the mattress. when his arm was tired and clawed up, he stopped and nudged his nose against shark's head.

"loves you, sharknado," he hummed and beamed when his cat rubbed their faces together. "we're not gonna attack mister liam, are we? he's pretty alright."

"something like that," harry and liam both say. the clique members give eachother the same puzzled look. "jinx."

"jinx again," harry smirked. "i want a blueberry redbull, please."

"'s not soda."

"blueberry redbull," harry repeated. "if i don't have one in my hand the next time i see you, i'll tell niall about the time you-"

"okay, okay!" liam covered his ears and chanted to himself, "blueberry redbull. blueberry redbull. okay, got it."

harry leaned forward to whisper to his boyfriend, "busted the taillight on niall's car because he backed into a mailbox."

"ooh," louis gasped softly. "bad liam."

harry put a finger to his lips, that louis mimicked with a nod. louis pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key before turning to face their friend.

"when did you want to talk to mitch?" liam changed the subject.

"tomorrow, probably. i'm too comfortable to go anywhere at the moment."

that was fair judgement in their eyes. he did just nearly die and had to stay in a hospital for a few days. it was best for him to be home before tackling this situation head on when he can't even stand without the side effect of vomiting.

liam proposed to pick him up by noon and gave him a hug, telling him he's glad he's home and wished for feeling better. he gave louis a hug as well and said goodbye to the cats before leaving the house.

"red velvet makes you want kisses, hm?" louis rose an eyebrow at his partner.

harry shrugs innocently. "maybe."

"i'll have to keep that in mind."

the rest of their night consisted of movies, ordering pizza, and a joined shower, where harry continued to ramble about how he missed his shower pressure and that the hospital shower sucked. he stood under the shower head for roughly ten minutes, unmoving, just letting the water beat into his stiff shoulders and allowing louis to massage the tension away along with it. harry may or may not have mustered the ability to get on his knees, pin louis against the shower wall and rim him until his thighs shook. even with the older man arguing that he needed to save his energy, harry argued back using only his tongue.

"you're so lucky you're pretty."

"so i have been told," harry smirked as he watched louis get dressed. he only wore a pair of panties, white knee high socks and one of harry's sweaters. the underboss wanted to take him right then, too. maybe bend him over the bathroom sink or have him lay flat on his back on the bed while he buried his head between the boy's legs.

"stop it."

"stop what?"

"looking at me like you wanna eat me." louis' face went pink. "i get it, i'm pretty."

"so pretty," harry agreed. "could stare at you all day."

"creep."

harry nodded, walking up behind his lover and wrapping his arms around the man's waist. he kissed louis' cheek as he held him, back to chest, and glanced at their reflection in the mirror.

"glad 'm home with you," he murmured. "just glad i'm with you, really."

"i am, too," louis whispered. "i'm so glad you're okay."

he turned on his heels and buried his face in harry's shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze. "love you so much. don't know what i would do if i lost you. can never go without you, my flame."

"not going anywhere, my bunny."

there it is. he knows exactly what tattoo he's gonna get now.

"better not."

harry tipped louis' head back and pressed gentle kisses to his lips before travelling to the corner of his mouth and around his face. "wanna watch spider-man and eat cupcakes with me?"

"no place i'd rather be."

—-

liam leaned against the wall as he watched harry shoot daggers into mitch's head with his eyes.

"are you fucking kidding me?"

"i told you, h, it's not what it looks like."

"it looks pretty fucked up either way you look at it," harry scoffed.

"you went into my garage without my permission or knowledge-"

"-and found out that not only does the camaro inside belong to dominic, which confirms all of my speculations about him, but also somebody bugged our fucking getaway car. yes. i did." harry nods. "want the cams? i bet liam could get them for you just like he got the cams that matched the license plates."

mitch skimmed his tongue over his teeth. harry caught him red handed and everyone in the room knew it.

"you knew dominic busted louis' car and didn't do shit."

"i made sure he got out of there as safely as possible."

"safely," harry repeated. "you're telling me you got him out safely but knew what the fuck was going on the whole time? what else have you hidden from everyone?"

"nothing-"

"i don't believe you."

"-that related to the car shit, harry- would you shut the fuck up and let me speak?"

"absolutely not. you don't deserve to speak after the shit i just found. you deserve your head smacked into your fucking desk."

"then why are you here?"

harry rubbed his hands over his face. he's forming a headache. "to point out the fact that i'm not stupid and i've seen shit fall apart in the last few weeks more than i ever have in my four years of knowing you. something is not right and someone knows that i know."

"i think," liam said softly, to avoid getting something thrown at him. "we should start slower. mitch. did you or did you not know that dominic was the one that vandalized louis' car?"

"i did after it happened."

"and what did you do about it? hide his fucking car in your-"

"haz."

"liam, there is no easy way out of this." harry huffed, then turned back to mitch. "are you and dominic working together? is that what this is?"

mitch slouches in his seat. "i wouldn't put it that way."

"then what is it?"

"i'm trying to keep you out of shit here, kid. i can't speak on it much but i'm saving your life right now."

"like when i was drugged."

"yes."

"do you know who did that too?"

"i have my suspicions."

"suspicions are what got us here in the first place. do you have facts?"

"do you?"

"yeah. i got footage from the bar that showed dominic putting something in my drink and if you don't tell me what's up it's going to be a fact that i will paint this fucking office with your brains. you won't let me leave the gang yet you refuse to communicate with me, boss to underboss, about gang matters and shit that i need to be aware of. you know something i don't."

harry pulled his gun out of the back of his waistband and set it on the table. he didn't release it, but kept it pointed across the desk. "don't make me bring louis in here."

"louis can't do anything."

"you said it yourself that he was a boss once before. don't underestimate my boy, rowland. you think you know him but i know him."

"no, i know he would cause some serious damage to me, but i'm saying he killed me or tried to, then both of you are fucked." mitch opened his desk and pulled something out of the top left drawer, placing it in front of harry's gun. "this fell out of your pocket the night we went to vegas."

harry squinted down at the yellow bic lighter. he remembered putting his cigarette out on montana's face. all of the moving and running (and curb stomping) must have made his lighter fall out of his pocket somewhere.

"and this," mitch also grabbed a small velvet box. he showed the bottom of it, which had louis' name written over the price tag. he opened it to display a diamond ring.

it wasn't a bad looking piece of jewelry, but harry could do so much better.

"this was left at the scene. was possibly in the car and flew out during the explosion. from what i've been told, mylo only used zippo lighters, so having a plastic one was out of pocket for him. they traced it for dna. traced the ring. five prints came up on this lighter. yours, niall's, louis', zayn's, and mine. mix louis' prints and the ring and put two and two together-"

"someone thought louis killed mylo."

"or at least was connected," liam spoke up.

"i need you to trust me," mitch said lowly. "just this once, okay? i know you're pissed at me but i mean it when i say you can not leave. not right now."

harry doubts he could trust him ever again after this, but there was a smidge of something in his best friend's eyes that couldn't be avoided.

not right now. that means there's a chance, right?

"what do we know about the situation at hand?" liam walked to the desk and sat on the edge of it. "did you know that our getaway car was bugged?"

"i did not. if i did i wouldn't have let you guys get in it. where was it at?"

"wheel wall. rear passenger side. niall thought you would have used a bug sweeper since he didn't."

"that also doesn't make sense. if we were bugged and cops found us at the store, then why didn't they come get the car from the garage?" liam looked down at harry.

"it wasn't a cop tracking us. someone called them, gave them a tip, and led them to us. us getting chased had little to nothing to do with the tracker. that's just because niall should never have gotten his driver's license." harry rolled his eyes. "mitch, who did you get the car from?" he already knew, but he needed to hear it from him.

"he's named ace."

"i want to talk to him."

"that's not possible."

"and why not?"

"it's just not, harry."

"who exactly is ace? is he a boss? an ally?"

"he's a leader, yes."

"what gang?"

"i can't give you-"

"what gang?" harry tightened the grip on his weapon. "if you don't tell me, i'll just find them myself."

"and get yourself killed?"

"isn't that what's happening right now? dominic tried to fucking kill me, mitch, and i need to find out why. i need to find ace. i need to have a word with dom- matter of fact, i can easily play his game on him now. liam, let's go." harry stood up and stuffed his gun back in his jeans.

"what are you doing?"

"i'm busting dominic's car and if you try to stop me, i'll bust yours as well. they're side by side, you know."

"harry, think about this."

"which side are you on here?!" harry threw his hands up. "mine or his? because it looks like you give a shit more about dominic right now than your own goddamn best friend and underboss. what about me, mitchell? the shit i have done for you, covered for you over, all of that doesn't mean more than your lousy fucking bar manager? i saved you from a fifteen year prison sentence on my first day for god's sake and you want me to think? all i've done lately is fucking think!"

that shut mitch up.

"do you have the keys to the camaro you have hidden in your garage for months?"

"i do not."

"alright." harry shrugged. "no big deal. i'm ending this shit, mitch. real fucking quick. and you're not stopping me."

he handed liam his car keys. "call jake and tell him i need a tow truck by tomorrow night. i'll pay double."

"got it."

"guys-"

the underboss turned his head. "you're working with dominic, so i'm working against you. try me, mitch. fucking try me."

mitch swallowed thick. he glanced between the two men across the room and sighed heavily. "jesus fucking christ."

"you're gonna need him. dominic is to be removed from my employee roster by tonight or else it's your head too. you want me in this gang so bad, i'll fucking take it over," harry warned, tone strict and orderly. "now. i'm going back home, i'm getting my shit together, and if i come back to him still working here and you two still canoodling like fucking undercover boyfriends, you won't like me. i promise."

—-

angry harry is my favorite lol makes me wanna write angry smut

hey hey hey! how are we feeling so far?

thoughts on dominic being the one that busted louis' mercedes & being the one that drugged harry?

WHAT is mitch hiding?

who is ace and what is their relevance to mitch besides the getaway car?

the next chapter goes NUTS, by the way. prepare for a complete and total meltdown. i'll be waiting for threats 😏

ill see you sooooooon ❤️‍🔥