(A/N I'm writing this in the bath tub)

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"Hey, Louis. Come in." It was 7 pm.

Louis smiled softly at Brock. He was at Brock's place; as he was 'finding English hard' and needed tutoring. In fact, his grades would disprove that; he was actually acing English – it was his favourite subject.

But he wanted to be flirty... and don't all tutoring sessions lead to at least a HJ or BJ. Perhaps he has been reading too much fanfiction.

He shakes his head at the thought instead complimenting Brock's appearance, "you look terrific today. Are you lifting more in the gym?"

The taller of the two briefly looks down at his muscles as he guides Louis towards what the caramel haired boy assumes is his room.

"Oh. Wow, thanks, Lou! I have I'm surprised you noticed.

'I'm surprised too' is the only thing Louis can think. How convenient

Soon enough they reach the taller boy's room – it is your typical teen room, white walls plastered with a couple of band posters. He can't help but frown when he sees a poster of The Fray. It only reminds him of Harry – yet it also pushes him to 'get his flirt on'.

"So what do you need help with," Brock offers Louis, a seat on his bed – he graciously sits down, back resting against the head rest. He flutters his long eyelashes (Harry's favourite thing about him, it brings back memories), before tapping the bed and motioning for his long-haired friend to sit next to him which he immediately does.

"Oh you know, poems – constructing poems." Louis has no idea what he is saying – he is too preoccupied wondering what he is going to do next.

He blanks out as Brock begins to explain a concept too him. He bites his lip before shuffling closer to the man with each sentence that comes out of his friend's pink lips. He can tell as he inches closer Brock begins to stumble over more of his words.

Soon enough Louis and Brock's sides are touching, and Louis has his hand resting on the man's thick but muscular thigh.

(A/N the bath water is getting colder)

"Um, Lou." Brock stutters motioning to his hand, the caramel haired boy makes a mock face of confusion and innocence which has Brock muttering out a simple, "never mind."

He listens as Brock continues to cover a topic, this time jotting something down and pointing to it in a notebook which he had reached over and grabbed from his bedside table.

They are both hyper aware of Louis' hand rubbing his inner thigh – Brock knows he isn't listening, he is barley comprehending what he himself is saying, eyes glued to Louis' hand.

"Brock?"

"Yes, Louis?"

"You're heteroflexible, right?" Louis flutters his eyelashes again.

He watches at the taller blushes, "Oh um. I have been exploring that lately and no I'm bisexual."

Louis nods absent-mindedly as he moves to straddle the muscular boy.

"Then fuck me."

It is blunt – like he has no emotion left, Brock doesn't notice too busy chocking on air.

"What Lou?"

"Fuck me please." The short haired boy begs it is truly pathetic. He doesn't want this.... But he thinks it will make things better – oh how wrong he is.

"Wow... okay. Um but Lou. Promise me this isn't a one-time thing? I don't want to be used once for sex."

Louis frowns when he notices the concerned and genuine look on Brock's face. He frowns harder because that is exactly what he is going to do, use him for sex once.

"Yeah, I promise it isn't."

Brock smiles believing Louis... Louis merely pulls the man's pants down almost grossed by his own actions.

He probably just lost one of his only friends.

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When Brock wakes up the following day, he doesn't find Louis there, just a note.

'Sorry. I messed up – you didn't deserve that. I used you. I will never forgive myself I feel disgusting.'

He frowns all that is left is the sticky sheets reminding him of their ruined friendship and aching heart.

If only Brock knew how ironic the situation was.

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Meanwhile, Louis is sobbing at home with Liam once again on the other side of his door begging for him to let him in.

Louis is going through his first heartbreak - he truly doesn't know what to do. Or how to handle his feelings.

Everything he does just makes him feel worse....

"I'm a fuck up Liam go away!"

The latter only frowns - oh how much he hates Harry right now.

(A/N The bath is very cold)

I thought Louis was the victim in too many fics... I wanted to makee sure he messed up too for once :)

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