INT- EAST VILLAGE APT

Louis reclines on the sofa of a tiny living room, feet on the coffee table, playing video games. Empty red bull cans and Cheetos bags litter the room in chaos. He's been working all day on something... something new and scary and he needs a break. He needs to focus on something else for a little while. Harry enters with his school bag over his shoulder, cheeks pink and hair a blustery mess. Louis likes this windswept look, like the breeze has kissed his lover's cheeks, run its fingers through his hair. Irrationally, Louis becomes jealous of the wind.

HARRY: (tired, takes in the state of the apartment with a tinge of annoyance, so much for I'll keep it clean when it's ours) what have you been up to today?

LOUIS: (nervous) uh nothin. Nothing much

HARRY: (tips his head to the side, regards Louis with a mix of concern and confusion as he sets his bag on the arm of the couch, the only clean space he can find) everything okay, Lou?

LOUIS: (more nervous) yeah. Yeah yeah of course. Yeah.

HARRY: Louis? What's going on?

LOUIS: (stands, fidgets, runs his hands over his face) I just...well, I started writing something (struggles to look up at Harry, shy) about um. About you. About us.

HARRY: (smiling, fond, emotional, cooing) awwwww that's so sweet, Lou. I'm touched. Deeply.

LOUIS: (grins, kisses Harry's shoulder--the highest he can reach without stretching onto his toes) ok ok. All right. Okay. I wanna touch you deeply. Shit. (Coughs awkwardly) I mean.

HARRY: (laughing, pulls Louis into a full embrace, lovey. Louis buries his blushing face) you already have.

LOUIS: (peeks up at Harry) did you not pick up on that pile of not-at-all clever innuendo?

HARRY: (chuckles again) did you not? Been there done that, darling

LOUIS: (cocky, puffs out his chest in pride) true. I'm surprised you can even make it to and from school with all the times I've touched you deeply. (Catches the fondness on Harry's face, smoller now) it's beautiful. I mean, um, ya know, being able to do that with you. To share that with you. (Coughs, awkward as hell, probably because of all he's written running through his mind) you're beautiful.

HARRY: (loves his adorable mess of a boyfriend, can't hide his fondness, wants to make him feel as beautiful and loved as Louis makes him feel, kisses him with his whole soul, his lips capturing and releasing Louis' with slowly ascending intensity, their tongues grazing as their hands grope one another's backs and hair, breathless and aroused) maybe, um, maybe I could touch you deeply, too.

LOUIS: (surprised, so turned on he can barely think, fumbling) oh. Um. You. Are, are we. Are you ready for...that?

HARRY: (pushes his erection against Louis' leg) the question, Tomlinson, is whether you're ready for it.

LOUIS: (walks Harry backwards into the bedroom, arms around his back, bodies pressed tight, feigns cockiness to hide the bite of fear nipping at his gut) I've been ready for it since the first time I slept in your bed, Styles.

HARRY: (in front of their bed, hand reaching for Louis' hard on) back when it was confused about what it wanted.

LOUIS: (mumbling) it wasn't confused. (Stronger) It knew. I was...just...hiding. Not ready. Not ya know, not sure it was really okay? (Harry nods, caresses Louis' face, waits) but I'm sure now. I know now. I'm proud of who I am. Who we are together.

HARRY: (soft) me too.

LOUIS: (softer) we're better together. (Gesticulates distractedly) The whole is greater than the sum of the parts or whatever.

HARRY: (chuckling again, low) the sum of our parts is (presses their hips together) quite large

LOUIS: (pulling back, shocked expression, indignant) how dare you! (Smile tugging at his lips) how dare you take this precious and perfect moment and make a dick joke. And a bad one at that.

HARRY: (laughing but not giving up the joke, peeling his jeans off) I just wanna do some long division with you, baby

LOUIS: (groans, looks at the ceiling, talking to the air rather than to Harry, who has now stripped down to his quite tented boxers) how? Why? Whoever told him he was funny? Huh? Who?

HARRY: (lifting Louis and tossing him on the bed in one swift motion, slides up next to him) you did, my love.

LOUIS: (uncontrolled fond) oh. Yeah. (Swallows as Harry's fingers trace a path from Louis' neck down his chest toward the exposed skin where his shirt rode up) well, I (Harry kisses along that same path down Louis' exposed belly, which tightens beneath his delicate lips. Panting as Harry's light touch tickles across his hips and fingers toy with the waistband of Louis' boxers, pushing them down just enough, flustered) I was wrong. you're not... (losing his train of thought as Harry's hot tongue skims his head) you're not

HARRY: (slides Louis into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue, soft and gentle, eyes glued to his lover's face, wants to see the effect he has, wants to bask in the beauty of him, but also wants to be playful, a tease, and so releases him and flops back beside him) Funny

LOUIS: (distracted, aroused, confused) hmmm? What's funny?

HARRY: (triumphant) me!

LOUIS: (matter of factly, shaking his head, dismayed that this idiot he loves stopped giving him head to win a point) no. you made a dick joke using maths.

HARRY: (slightly whiny) but come onnnn, long division. Like. My dick is long and I'll be dividing--

LOUIS: (covers Harry's mouth to stop him, laughing though he's trying to fight it) okay okay. I got it, Styles. (Looks at Harry fondly, brushes back his hair, which is already growing out again, to see his green eyes) I love you, you dork.

HARRY: (beaming) did you know that a dork is a whale penis? (Louis groans and buries his face in the pillow. Harry pushes his hips against Louis, cocky.) science.

LOUIS: (shoves Harry away, playful) I was a theater and lit major. I don't want math. I don't want science. I want poetry. I want high drama.

HARRY: (raising one arm dramatically) quoth the Raven, nevermore.

LOUIS: (loud burst of a laugh, sardonic) that's probably about right.

HARRY: (sensing the mood has darkened a little, but maybe that's just what happens when you quote Poe in a love scene. Softly) I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean it like that. I just don't know many poems. Was trying to get on your level. We don't have to...

LOUIS: (smirks, has not at all lost the mood) if you wanna get on my level, we do have to. Big shoes to fill.

HARRY: (squeaks, grabs Louis' bum) big ass to fill.

LOUIS: Jesus.

HARRY: (looking down at Louis, who is on his side with an expression of shock, eyes wide with lust) no I'm Harry, but I'll answer to both. (Laughing into another kiss, which escalates into heated need quickly) how do you wanna...

LOUIS: maybe, um, maybe (flops over onto his back, legs up, doesn't think his legs can hold him they're shaking so much, panting) could we try it like this?

HARRY: (nodding, moving to get between Louis' legs) yeah, wanna see you, baby.

LOUIS: (breathing heavily) yeah? (Harry nods again) wanna see you too. (kisses Harry roughly, eager) don't...(kisses Harry's jaw until he reaches his ear, exhales into the shell) don't know what I'm doing. (breathy, almost moaning from the pressure of Harry on top of him, grabbing at him with all of his limbs, needy) need you. Need you to guide me.

HARRY: (growing nervous, but swallows it down so Louis will feel comfortable) course. Course baby, always, you've got me. (Tugs at Louis' clothes) take these off, yeah? (Louis nods and both hurry to strip their remaining garments. Harry fumbles the side drawer open and gets the bottle of lube with shaking hands) fuck

LOUIS: (eyeing the process, a little bit of worry seeping back in around his arousal) you okay, my love?

HARRY: (shaking) yeah. Yeah just...erm. Performance anxiety?

LOUIS: (sits up and catches Harry's face in his hands, gentle kisses, reassuring) no need, baby. You always get me there. You always make me feel so good.

HARRY: (visibly relaxes, nerves softening as his posture strengthens with a touch of cockiness) yeah. Yeah I do. You do too, babe. You make me feel so fucking good. Better than I ever knew I could.

LOUIS: (flops back down dramatically) poetry, finally.

HARRY: (swats Louis' butt lightly) cheeky bastard. I'll show you poetry. Steady thyself. Gird your loins.

LOUIS: (hums as Harry slides one finger into him, moves it slowly in and out, returns his mouth to the tip of Louis' leaking cock; weakly) think we need to ungird. (Groans as Harry simultaneously adds a second finger and deep throats him) yeah or gird them. Let's gird them. What. Whatever you (Harry doesn't want Louis to come yet, moves his mouth lower around one ball, Louis moans and arches his back) whatever you want

HARRY: (rolls Louis' balls with his tongue and watches Louis' body respond to his touch with intensifying arousal. He wants to slam himself inside but the grip of Louis' entrance on his fingers is so tight, sits up, overwhelmed) fuck, Jesus Lou. You're so beautiful (leans down and kisses him as he stretches his fingers wide inside of Louis, his own cock starting to leak) so fucking beautiful. (Awed) And you're mine

LOUIS: (breathless, wanting) yours. I'm all yours. (Pulling at Harry's hips with clawed hands) Jesus, please.

HARRY: (smirking into another kiss, answers as if Louis has called him by moaning Jesus) yes? you ready for me, baby?

LOUIS: (missed the joke, unsure) Now? Do we? Are we? Am I...All...girded?

HARRY: (laughing though he can barely breathe) nearly. One more finger baby. Just a bit more. (adding more lube, slides his three fingers in, thumb gliding over Louis' saliva-slicked balls. Louis shivers and groans) want you so much, baby. Need you so much.

LOUIS: (pulls Harry's hand away) fuck it. Fuck me. (Harry stares in surprise, Louis tugs on his hips, grabs Harry's erect cock, bigger than he's ever seen him, a little intimidated and kind of afraid, but the desire to feel him overshadows all else) now, baby. Need to feel you now.

HARRY: (slathers lube over the hole and himself, painfully hard, and pushes into Louis, just the tip. He stills, face hidden against Louis' neck, overwhelmed by the feeling, the intense emotion, shaking) oh Lou. Fuck baby. You're so...fuck I can't even form words. I love you so much. (Lifts up on his hands to see Louis, to kiss him) I love you so fucking much

LOUIS: (heart swelling, desperately in love) I love you, Harry. So fucking much too. (shifts his hips, urging Harry to move though the feeling of him inside is foreign and a little uncomfortable, needs Harry to be closer, wants to be surrounded, wants to be completely consumed and eclipsed by him) want you deeper, want all of you

HARRY: (exhales a breath he didn't know he'd been holding) not sure I can, might come if I move

LOUIS: (touches Harry's face, soft and fond) come then. Come as deep in me as you can get, baby. All the way in. Want you all the way in. (Kisses him, the most delicate grazing of lips like a whisper on the wind) love you baby

HARRY: (pushes his hips forward. Louis winces but raises his hips to meet the pressure) fuck. Sorry. (Pulls back a little) Did I? Did it hurt you?

LOUIS: (panting) just not used to this feeling. Feels like I gotta take the biggest shit of my life

HARRY: (hangs his head, laughing so hard he's shaking, loves the sound of their laughter mixing, a perfect harmony of happiness and love) that feeling passes. Just... try and relax. The more you tense up (groans as Louis' sphincter spasms) the more it feels like that. (Kisses Louis, murmuring) relax, my love.

LOUIS: (nods, heaves a big sigh, focuses on getting all his muscles to relax) I love you. (Harry shifts his hips forward slowly, Louis nods, pulls Harry's shoulders, urging him) go slow, but I'm good.

HARRY: (murmuring, in awe, lucky) All right, love. (begins to move, relishing the absolutely unbelievable tightness, the friction, opens his eyes and relishes the look on Louis' face even more--flushed, lip bitten, eyes rolled up, hand groping his own cock) Oh fuck you're so tight, You feel so good, love you, oh god I love you

LOUIS: oh Jesus, Harry. Yes, baby right there, harder, oh fuck me.. (Blushes, suddenly shy, insecure about what he's saying) I, um

HARRY: (blissful but aware) yes, baby. Tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how much you love me

LOUIS: (encouraged) I love you so much, Haz. I, oh god, Jesus it's so good. Faster baby.

HARRY: (struggles to thrust as the peak of his orgasm rises into view on the horizon) oh fuck baby you feel so good I'm so close.

LOUIS: (touching his own leaking erection) me too, baby, me too. Fuck (he lifts his hips in an urgent rhythm, wanting Harry as deep as he can get, Harry palms his ass, pulling Louis onto him harder, deeper, making contact with the hidden spot deep inside him that sends bolts of electric pleasure through his body) fuck baby I'm so close oh fuck I love you (he comes over his fingers, pulling greedily at the head for more) I love you I love you I love

HARRY: (aware of the wetness gathering under his belly) okay okay I'm gonna I'm gon--(arches his back and releases deep inside of Louis, like the cresting and crashing of a wave, thrusting in a shattered rhythm, hips chasing the feeling) Louis I, oh, I (breathes out heavily) I love you.

LOUIS: (wrecked, fond) oh my curly boy (pets Harry's fringe back out of his eyes) I love you.

HARRY: (physically tired, mentally wired) how um how, how was it?

LOUIS: (beyond fond) it was...poetry

HARRY: (beaming, pulls out and wipes them both down with Louis' discarded T shirt, settles down onto Louis' chest, locked in a loving gaze) so tell me about this piece of writing...

LOUIS: (blushes, as if you can tell because his cheeks are so red from all the sex) oh, it's...just kind of the story (touches Harry's face and hair, because he can, because Harry is his) of us. The story of our love.

HARRY: (moved, heart fluttery, how is it possible that this beautiful boy is his?) awww baby. That's amazing. Can I read it?

LOUIS: (nods, nervous) when it's done

HARRY: What's it called?

LOUIS: (kingly) Confessions of a Gay Disney Prince.

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ME: (drowning in sweat) I love you, Jay. Thanks for encouraging me to try my hand at this. I hope I've done you proud 💚💙