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Harry fastidiously closed his laptop, after an agonizingly hard semester he would finally be free, free to go on vacation all summer.
Fashion design was his passion, ever since he was a little boy he knew it and he never let anyone, not even his own family, discourage him from pursuing his dream. He, being from a lower class family in the small town of Cheshire, had grown up surrounded by need and constant reminders - specifically from his mother - that he must better give up that "nonsense" of design and better get a job so he could help the family financially.
Or rather, his younger sister, Gemma, for whom his mother has always had a clear preference.
He just had to hold on until he turned nineteen, saved as much as he could with the miserable salary he earned as a bakery assistant and with that he traveled to London, where he enrolled in a prestigious university because, due to his intelligence and good score in the early exams, he managed to get a good scholarship that pays almost all the monthly costs.
After all he had to go through, enduring deprivation and a mother who never loved him enough just because he physically resembled the man who abandoned them when he was just a kid.....
After all that shit, Harry finally feels like life is smiling on him.
He's excited to know that next year he'll be graduating.
And he'll be getting married.
Marriage wasn't something that had entered his plans or dreams when he first arrived in London. In fact, the whole love and romance thing was something that had no place in his life at all. He didn't have the time or energy to get involved in a serious, formal relationship.
Quite the opposite of sex.
Harry was fascinated by sex. And he always knew that men were his thing.
The start of his sex life was when he was just seventeen, not the best experience but he was grateful that at least it was quiet and consensual. It was with Dylan, the son of the bakery owner. It had started with simple glances, winks of the eye; it continued with small talks between shifts and then ended with Harry on his knees sucking the young man's cock in the washroom.
And if he thought his lividity was high before, then it became uncontrollable.
Since that first time, Harry hadn't stopped himself from continuing to experiment and enjoy his sex life. He considered himself someone favored with the grace of physical beauty, and that always allowed him to have several sexual partners. And he tried great and good things as the years went by.
Yet it was another reason for his mother to increase her contempt for him, as gossip in the small town kept passing from mouth to mouth. Gossip about the cheeky curly-haired, green-eyed boy who was screwing around with any man who had a huge penis between the legs. Preferably if they were mature.
Harry even remembers that horrible fight that ended with him packing his bags and leaving home, Anne had called him a "whore" repeatedly and had insisted how ashamed she was to have him as a son.
Harry would never understand that damned stigma.
What was wrong with him healthily enjoying his sex life? He didn't hurt anyone, he took care of himself, his partners did too, everything was always consensual. Did the fact that he was gay give people the right to judge him? To call him a "whore"?
He never let those comments hurt him or stop him from going ahead doing what he wanted to do.
And he'd had plenty of fun that way. Just with various sexual partners or typical "friends with benefits", all great, no need to establish any serious dating relationships.
Until he met Logan Tomlinson.
Logan Tomlinson, just a year older than him, with beautiful blue eyes, light skin and dark brown hair. A handsome man.
He met him in the first semester of college, someone extremely focused on his work as a student, on being one of the best in the area of law. From a well-to-do family and well known in high society. Harry would be lying if he said that Logan's economic status did not influence his interest in him at the beginning of the relationship.
And how can you say no to a young man who, in addition to being intelligent, well-educated and handsome, is fucking rich.
The interest and connection was almost instantaneous. They met and the sparks flew, Harry came on to him when he saw that the boy was a little shy about asking him out. On the first date, he just wanted sex, Logan wanted more.
And of course he gave him more. To give himself the chance, it took only one first date to know that in Logan he would find everything that very hardly anyone else would give him. Until that moment, Harry had thought that maybe he would stay single for the rest of his life, no man seemed worth the risk of getting into something more intimate and lasting. To open up to someone and let them get to know him in depth.
But Logan was special, that boy treated him with so much affection and respect, he saw him as if he was his world and listened to him with attention. He gave him gifts, told him how much he admired his desire to succeed and praised his courage for having left such a toxic family relationship. Logan showed interest in his tastes, in his career. He gave him expensive gifts and covered him in high fashion brand clothes.
Almost the perfect boyfriend.
If it wasn't for his not so good sexual skills...
It's not that Harry expected him to be fucking good at everything, but he couldn't help but have been a little disappointed to know that was something he couldn't change no matter how hard he tried. He'd tried and had so much good sex that maybe his expectations were too high. And with Logan the results hadn't been very satisfying.
Their encounters in bed tended to be somewhat "quick", Logan was not exactly long lasting during sex. That said, the boy looked for other ways to satisfy him because with penetration, Harry rarely came. Logan, on the other hand, enjoyed Harry's majestic oral sex skills.
For that matter, if there's one thing Harry is an expert at, it's sucking cock.
He doesn't live a passionate and delirious love affair with Logan, but he offers him stability in every aspect. That's what was enough for him to say "yes" when the guy got down on one knee and asked him to marry him. Once married, Logan will buy a small mansion for the two of them and finance his venture into fashion design.
Harry sighs and heads to the parking lot, his boyfriend must be waiting for him, they will return to spend the rest of the day at the apartment they both share and should start packing.
They will be traveling to Doncaster.
The small town where his fiancé's family lives. Or rather, his father.
Mr. Louis Tomlinson.
The forty-four year old man opted to spend his well-deserved retirement in his hometown. In theory, he is not old enough for a retirement, but Mr. Tomlinson lives off the royalties from his bestselling books, works in the thriller and suspense genre that have continued on the top of best-sellings since they were published up until today.
Logan had lived with his father until shortly before moving away to attend college and their relationship has always been a close one. And with reason to be, Mr. Tomlinson is the only direct family the boy has left, his mother died when he was a young boy of eight and his father never remarried. He possesses a large fortune that has only been increasing thanks to the intelligent investments he has made in good businesses.
Harry is excited to meet him; the gentleman is quite an enigma, in the year and a half he has been Logan's partner, he has never seen him in person. Not even in a photo. Ridiculous considering he's a pretty well known writer. However, it is precisely that aura of mystery that has led his books to be famous, being that "faceless writer" has given the perfect touch of publicity to all his works, which belong precisely to the mystery genre.
He walks confidently through the exit, his long curly hair fluttering in the slight wind, a few pairs of eyes rest on his figure, Harry smiles, he knows he is an attractive guy and that he attracts the attention of many of the students, both men and women.
He feels great, he enjoys being admired. With his style, his outfits always add beauty to his already attractive body.
"Hey, pretty!" He hears a shout and immediately knows who it is. "Over here!"
A hand rises among the piles of parked vehicles. Harry smiles and trots over to the black Audi his fiancé is driving. He opens the door and gets in.
"Hi, love". Logan greets him with a huge smile.
Harry leans in and plants a nice kiss on his lips. Logan smiles and strokes his soft cheek. His fiancé is gorgeous, he looks especially cute, freshly shaved, perfectly dressed and his beautiful blue eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses.
"I missed you," Harry says and gives him one last peck before putting on his seat belt.
Logan starts up and they speed off down the avenue.
"How did it go?" The young man asks and lightly caresses his thigh. "I imagine you got the best grades".
"You're right, love. My final sketches of contemporary designs were among the most acclaimed". Logan interlaces his fingers with Harry's and places their joined hands in his lap. "I can't believe that by next summer I'll be graduating".
"And getting married, honey". He caresses the engagement ring resting on Harry's finger with his index finger. The huge diamond sparkles in the sunlight.
"It's all so unreal. So good. I feel like I'm dreaming". And he's not lying. It really all feels like a dream to him. He is about to finish the career he is passionate about and also to be united in marriage with a wonderful man, inside and out.
Someone who will take care of him and give him the emotional and financial stability he has always longed for.
-
"I thought we'd get to packing right away". Harry murmurs in amusement, caressing Logan's chest gently.
They both lay naked on the bed. A mess of sheets, clothes and shoes strewn everywhere. They had arrived with the intention of tidying up their belongings and packing their bags to be ready first thing the next day as their flight was leaving in the morning.
And that's where they were, only Harry had made the mistake of wanting to model the swimsuit and lingerie he had bought especially for the trip.
Logan hadn't been able to resist Harry's obvious and blatant advances.
They fucked and then Logan took it upon himself to give Harry an orgasm using his hands and mouth.
"It's your fault". He jokingly claims to him. "Those tiny yellow swim shorts were too much". Logan kisses him and gives him cuddles. "And that red lingerie... You're so sexy and all mine. I love you".
"I'm yours, love".
Harry lifts his face a little and kisses him hard. He knows he hasn't responded to that "I love you," he knows he can't do it. Not yet. He loves Logan dearly and loves being in his arms, but Harry doesn't quite love him yet. He's not pessimistic, maybe it's just a matter of time, he knows that love will come once they are married. They are both confident that it will.
"I can't believe we're engaged and I still haven't met your dad". Harry says to change the subject and gets out of bed, putting on a robe.
Logan puts on boxers.
"I know, him and his stubbornness about leaving Doncaster and his complete refusal to have his picture taken". He shakes his head and begins to pick up the scattered clothes from the floor. "He'll have to break that rule at least on our wedding day. He can't say no to his only son".
Harry pulls his long hair back into a casual bun.
"Is he as lonely and serious as I imagine him to be?" he asks with genuine curiosity. A mind capable of writing such fantastic books must belong to someone highly intelligent and assertive.
"He's serious, yes. You won't see him laughing or being the life of the party. He just spends his time drinking coffee, smoking and typing on his laptop". He pulls out a suitcase and stuffs in piles of shirts. "Dad was like that before, and when Mom died he just retreated much more into that serious and somewhat cold character".
"I'm so sorry you had to lose your mom so young". Harry reaches over and caresses his face.
Logan takes his hands and kisses them. "I miss her, yes, but I know she's proud of me, that she takes care of Dad and me; and that she's also happy that I found you, my love".
Harry kisses him. "I'm sure she is, sweetheart".
"If you notice that my dad is very quiet or that he's suddenly retiring to his office to shut himself away for the rest of the afternoon, don't take it the wrong way. He's like that, when I lived with him it was the same".
"I understand". He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a mini suitcase full of his toiletries. "Hey, what should I call him? Louis? Mr. Tomlinson?" He looks up at him, amused.
Logan laughs and sighs. "I think Mr. Tomlinson will be fine for now. If he tells you to call him something else then you'll do it because he'll ask you to. Dad is usually straightforward".
"Noted. And he won't be upset that we want to go for a swim in the pool?"
It's summer, just the season when it's the hottest and the most humid. Logan had told him that his mansion was equipped with a huge pool that was rarely used and that they could swim as often as they wanted once they got settled in. Not for nothing had he taken care to buy bathing suits for the two of them.
But now he had doubts, especially after hearing in his fiancé's voice, the attitudes of his father-in-law.
"No. That mansion is also mine and if I want to use the pool with my beautiful fiancé, then so be it". Logan says confidently. Harry nods, satisfied.
"And what have you told him about me? What does he think of our relationship?" He asks nervously and notices Logan frowning slightly. "Forgive me for not leaving the subject alone, but I'm very nervous about meeting your father. What if he doesn't like me and doesn't accept me as his son-in-law?"
Logan shakes his head, smiling tenderly.
"My love" Logan says and hugs him. "You don't have to worry about that, my dad may be serious and uninterested looking, but he's not a bad person, let alone rude. He knows how important you are to me and how much I love you. When I told him I wanted to marry you, he supported me and trusted my intuition to know how to choose my partner. I know he's anxious to meet you too".
Harry exhales calmly. He kisses Logan affectionately and once again affirms to himself that he made the right decision in accepting him as his future husband.
They finish packing their respective suitcases and, after taking a relaxing bubble bath in the tub, they go to sleep, sharing more kisses, laughter and careless caresses.
-
Harry fiddles with his engagement ring, and looks out the window of the cab that is taking them to his father-in-law's mansion. From what little he has been able to see that morning, Doncaster seems to be a nice town, much less hectic than London. A quiet place to rest.
Logan pats his hand and looks at him with sparkling eyes, he is quite excited to see his father again after over a year of not seeing each other or having any contact other than a few phone calls each month.
His eyes widen when he sees the exclusive residential area the cab enters, in short it is a small community of luxury homes, suitable for upper class people, retired millionaires and young heirs. All the residences seem beautiful to him, the streets the same.
The vehicle ends up stopping after turning right, right in front of a magnificent facade, with a perfectly manicured garden. The finishes of the huge mansion look dreamy, in dark, marble tones. From that view alone, Harry can easily calculate that it is one of the largest and most expensive mansions in the sophisticated colony.
His fiancé opens the door for him and he still gawks at the view as Logan unloads his bags from the cab, which soon after starts up and disappears into the streets.
"Everything all right, darling?" Logan asks, holding him by the waist.
"Your house is beautiful," he replies, gazing in wonder at the front and the main garden.
"And you haven't seen the inside". Logan grabs his hand. "Let's go".
They approach the door, leaving the suitcases beside them. Logan pulls some keys out of his pocket and selects a gold-colored one.
"I texted Dad when we landed, he's probably expecting us by now".
Harry nods and fixes his long curls to make himself presentable while Logan manages to open the door. Hundreds of images run through his head of what Mr. Tomlinson might look like, and in all of them he only manages to see a mature, gray-haired, tired-looking and perhaps somewhat obese man. He hopes he will at least manage to like him.
The lock clicks and opens. Logan tries to push the door open all the way, but someone does it for him from inside the house.
Behind the door appears, at last, his beloved father-in-law.
Oh, fuck....
Harry almost has to hold on to his fiancé's arm to keep from falling. He feels an electric current run through his body and his throat goes dry. Mature, fat, ugly old man? He couldn't have been more wrong.
Mr. Tomlinson is fucking handsome.
Firm, well-built body. Skin lightly tanned and adorned with a few wrinkles. The gray hair that intermingles in his brown hair only adds a touch of maturity and elegance to his demeanor. His face is... somewhat similar to the descriptions offered in the literature of the Greek gods. Fuck, he's more than handsome, he's imposing.
His eyes are a deeper blue than Logan's and he wears thin-rimmed glasses. His cheekbones are pronounced, his lips thin and his nose straight and slightly upturned. The beard that shadows his cheeks and chin ends up adding the perfect touch to his manly appeal.
"Dad!" Logan's excited voice brings him back to reality. "I missed you so much!"
Logan releases his hand and throws himself into his father's arms, giving him an affectionate hug.
"I'm glad to see you, son". He replies, smiling and patting him affectionately on the back.
Harry bites his lips, if he was nervous before, now he is dying. Why did his father-in-law have to be someone so fucking hot and handsome?
Right in my daddy issues, for fuck's sake. Easy, Harry, he's your father-in-law! You can't get all hot for your father-in-law!
He's trying to control his hormones and repeat to himself that it's wrong for him to like Mr. Tomlinson. Not that. He may be fine with liking someone attractive, there's nothing wrong with acknowledging that, but from there to the man arousing impure thoughts in him there's a big difference.
Louis' eyes connect with his for an instant and he looks away, embarrassed.
"Look dad," Logan turns away and stands next to him, Louis now really focuses all his attention on him, Harry blushes, "May I introduce Harry, my beautiful fiancé".
The man approaches and offers him a warm hug, he reciprocates and feels even more heated with that light physical contact. Fuck, he smells wonderful. He notices a delicious fresh scent on him, like bath gel, with a hint of cigar and coffee smell. Their torsos brush against each other in the embrace and Harry tenses, as he longs to roam that firm body at will.
"It's a pleasure, Harry". He says close to his ear and the boy shudders at the feel of his beard scraping against his soft skin. "We finally got to know each other".
Louis breaks the hug and he mentally berates himself for having put himself in such an embarrassing state. It was a simple welcome hug and it almost gave him an erection, in fact, he tries to think of unpleasant things to prevent something down there from waking up.
If he were an omega he'd be lubricating as if in heat.
He shakes his head and smiles. "Same here, Mr. Tomlinson. I'm really glad to meet you".
Louis nods politely and steps aside, leaving them free to enter. So he prefers me to call him that, just Mr. Tomlinson.
"Come in, you must be tired". Logan grabs a couple of suitcases and Louis hurries to help him with the rest, Harry murmurs a shy "thank you" and earns, by way of reply, a smile from the handsome man.
Once inside, he marvels even more at the elegant and sophisticated decor of the house. Between modern touches and antique art, the walls of dark, subdued tones, the furniture of firm, well-polished wood. All a luxury.
Logan takes him by the waist and gives him a kiss on the cheek, you can tell he's more than happy to be back home.
And he, getting nervous and fantasizing about his father.
"I asked the cleaning lady to get your room ready, son. I imagine Harry will be sleeping with you".
The question makes him adopt a slight blush on his cheeks again. Is he embarrassed that Mr. Tomlinson knows they're sleeping together? He doesn't have to, it's obvious, they're engaged and it's normal for them to sleep in the same bed, even if they're in his father-in-law's house.
"Of course, Dad".
Louis nods and readjusts his glasses.
"Well, why don't you two go and get settled in the room?" You can show Harry around the house too, son". He indicates and walks towards what looks like the kitchen. "While I'll see how the food cooking is going. Mrs. Blunt told me she would prepare something delicious". He looks at the watch on his wrist. "It's twelve o'clock, I'll expect you in half an hour to eat, okay?"
"Sure, Dad. Thank you". Logan smiles warmly and squeezes his waist.
"Oh, and feel welcome, Harry". He gives him one last look. "I'm really glad to have you here".
-
After a small tour that Logan offered him around the whole extension of the small mansion, Harry felt more comfortable, or rather, the arousal that Mr. Tomlinson gave him managed to go down. He felt horribly sorry to be aware of all the things he imagined doing to the man.
What a joke. Louis is his father-in-law and he's engaged to Logan. He'd better learn to control himself for long before the wedding, or else living together would be extremely uncomfortable.
Logan kept asking him what he thought of his father. If only he knew.
He has a big cock for sure. I imagined your dad fucking me hard and I pictured myself riding him and moaning like crazy.
Harry had replied that he had thought it was all very nice, and that he was very happy that his father liked him. The young blue-eyed boy kept telling him how much fun they were going to have there.
As Mr. Tomlinson had decreed, they both went down to the dining room, the food was ready. They were served by the kindly Mrs. Blunt, a middle-aged woman who usually came every third day to do the cleaning and cooking for the man. Logan introduced Harry to the woman as his future husband.
He couldn't help but notice how Louis averted his gaze and tensed his shoulders every time the young man mentioned those words.... Or every time he stole a kiss or a caress.
During the meal, things went well, everything was deliciously prepared, Harry enjoyed the pasta, the salad and the wine. Logan had told Louis, all too happily, how they had met and how well they had handled their relationship so far, their plans for the future and more.
Logan had also, bragged to his dad a bit about how well Harry was doing in his career as a fashion design student. Harry had blushed again. He couldn't help it. Not with the looks Mr. Tomlinson was casting in his direction.
How could Logan not notice that? The looks weren't cordial, they weren't the kind you get with family or friends while telling them something about yourself. They were intense, smoldering looks of desire? Fuck, it would be like admitting that his dear father-in-law thought that way about him too.
Harry had answered some of his questions, about how much he loved his son and how excited he was to marry him. He noticed a bit of tension in the man at the mention of that last one. The only awkward thing was when he had vaguely answered Louis' question about his relatives, he opted to say that he didn't get along with his family and wasn't interested in them attending the ceremony. Logan had then changed the subject, because he knew how sensitive it was for him. Harry had thanked him with a tender kiss on the lips.
After that kiss, Mr. Tomlinson had stood up and apologized to them, saying that he had some unfinished business and had to get to work in his office.
Logan had then suggested to Harry that they go for a swim in the pool. He had agreed, he needed to distract himself from the very mixed feelings he felt inside him, it was ridiculous attraction to his own father-in-law, feeling bad about it and then that other feeling of knowing that it was very likely that Louis felt the same way because of the way he looked at him.
Harry walks out hand in hand with his fiancé into the huge garden that has as its centerpiece, a square-shaped pool. In the clear water fall the last rays of the sunset. It's around six o'clock in the evening and the weather is perfect for swimming and lounging on the lounge chairs.
Harry is wearing the same yellow swim shorts he wore to tease Logan the day before. His fiancé is wearing black ones, only much longer than his, reaching up to his thighs.
"Fuck" Logan murmurs admiring Harry's body "I'll never get tired of telling you how sexy you look. This body, this waist," he grabs him and pulls him closer, "these tattoos... You're perfect, Harry".
Harry smiles and hangs his arms around Logan's neck, kissing him tenderly. They hear a throat clearing behind them and, to Harry's dismay, there's Mr. Tomlinson, book in hand, smoking a cigarette and watching them intently.
"Dad, hi," Logan greets him, a little embarrassed. "I didn't think you'd be joining us".
Harry bites his lip. Louis picks up on that.
"I'm not going in the water if that's what you mean, son". He says and goes to sit on one of the lounge chairs. "I thought the sunset was beautiful and I wanted to accompany my reading surrounded by this". He says pointing to the sky. "You guys enjoy the water and the weather. Pretend I'm not here".
He lets out a hoarse laugh and sits back, comfortable, opens the book and takes a puff on his cigarette. God, he's so handsome.
Logan takes Harry by the hand and they jump into the pool in one leap. For a good while, he completely forgets about the awkward situation and laughs and plays like a kid with his fiancé. They swim from end to end and share a few cuddles. Then the sound of a phone call interrupts their joyful moment. It's Logan's cell phone.
He gets out of the pool, answers it and walks away to a corner of the garden so he can talk calmly to whoever called him.
Harry is left almost alone with Louis.
He swallows and decides to get out of the water. He hasn't turned to look where Mr. Tomlinson is because he knows that if he does, eye contact will be imminent. Harry knows he is watching him. He feels his gaze burning into his skin.
Something takes hold of him and makes him start acting the same way he does when he wants to provoke and seduce Logan, only now his target is his father.
Once out of the water, he sensually shakes the water droplets from his long wet hair. He slowly bends down to pick up the towel resting on the grass. He dries himself, wiping the towel seductively all over his body, striving to put on a good show for his father-in-law.
Then he encourages himself to turn to where Louis is sitting, and the result is what he already expected:
The man is staring at him.
He's still holding the open book in his hands, but he's not paying any attention to it at all. Mr. Tomlinson is looking at him with desire. It is so obvious, it is as obvious as the bulge that is visible underneath his pants.
The tension he feels at the moment could drown him, could drown them both. Harry's blushing, starting to get aroused, and he bites his lips sensuously. Louis tenses his jaw.
They both hold each other's gaze until it reaches an unbearable point. Louis slams the book shut and rises like a bolt of lightning from the bunk, moving just as quickly into the house.
Harry puts a hand to his chest, trying to calm his racing heart, he jumps into the water again, aiming to clear his unholy thoughts where, once again, he imagined himself fucking with his father-in-law and letting him do whatever he wants to him.
Logan returns to the edge of the pool, calling his name, he has just hung up the call and seems not to have noticed anything about the hot moment Harry experienced with his father.
"What's up, love?" Harry asks, swimming to the shore and getting out with the young man's help.
"I got a call from an old friend, he's almost my childhood brother, we went to school together and he heard I was back in town. He invited me to the pool hall and to go for a few beers with a few other friends".
Is he asking permission to go out? Or does he want Harry to go with him?
"Oh, great, honey". He says with a smile. "And you want to...?"
"I wondered if it would be okay if I accepted, I told him I'd let you know because this trip is supposed to be for both of us and you might feel bad if I...."
"If you go with your friends?" Harry asks and he nods, worried. "Oh, not at all love. You know it's never bothered me when you go out on your typical boys' night out".
"Wouldn't you like to come with me? We can-"
"Honey," Harry interrupts him, "You know I hate pool and beer. And I think that's all there's going to be for the rest of the evening, or am I wrong?"
Logan shakes his head. Harry kisses him sweetly.
"See, I'll go to the bedroom, take a bubble bath and wait for you, smelling nice for you when you return home".
Logan arches an eyebrow and kisses him again.
"I'll go change, are you coming or do you want to swim some more?"
Having dirty plans in mind, Harry shakes his head.
"No, if I jump in again I'll end up looking like a raisin. Let's go".
They tangle their towels around their bodies and head upstairs, no sign of Mr. Tomlinson, but Harry suspects he's in his office, just at the other end of where his room is.
Logan dresses as quickly as he can. Harry just pulls a robe over himself.
"I'll keep an eye on my cell phone for anything, maybe I'll be about three hours, I don't know, maybe more, maybe less. I'll text you, okay?"
"Of course, love". Harry kisses him goodbye. "Have fun!"
"I will". Logan puts on a jacket and grabs his car keys. "If dad comes out of his cave, you tell him where I went, in case he wants me to bring something".
"Okay".
Harry walks him to the door, where they kiss again, this time Logan raises the tone of the kiss a little and gropes his ass.
"When I get back, I want you naked in bed, love". Logan murmurs against his lips and he nods, feeling a little hypocritical. "See you in a bit".
Harry watches him drive away in one of his father's cars. When he closes the door, he knows very well what he wants to do. He needs to check something, but first, he needs to change.
He goes up to the second floor and, following his instincts, decides to sneak past Louis' office door. He hopes to hear something, to have some clue, anything, however, he can't hear anything.
Perhaps and after all, Mr. Tomlinson is not interested in him and everything that happened were hallucinations of his. Maybe Louis is, as Logan put it, locked away writing one of his novels. A pang of disappointment reaches him.
But just as quickly as that disappointment arrives, it is gone.
And is replaced by a surge of arousal as soon as he hears a growl coming from inside the office.
Harry takes a deep breath and carefully puts his ear to the wooden door.
After the grunt, moans echo, clear and evident.
As are the sounds of skin being shaken. That fucking sound he recognizes easily and it can only mean one thing.
Mr. Tomlinson is masturbating.
The answer to the question of whether he'll be thinking about him comes in a second when Harry hears his name being uttered, accompanied by more hoarse gasps.
"Oh, Harry.... Ah, fuck...."
Harry covers his mouth with his hands and pulls away terribly aroused. He knew it, it was something that had to happen considering the unbearable sexual tension they were involved in since morning, since they met.
His father-in-law. His fiancé's father wants him. His father-in-law was masturbating, moaning his name while stroking his cock hard because he turned him on when he was in his bathing suit.
Surely Louis wants to fuck him as much as he does.
It's wrong, fucking wrong but who is he to refuse to follow his desires and urges?
Fuck the morals.
Harry steps into the shower to wash off the smell of the pool and smears himself with rose-scented shower gel.
What's on his mind may assure him a straight pass to hell, but he couldn't care less. He wants Louis and that urge will not diminish until he does something to try to remedy it.
And just what he's going to do.
Harry's dying to suck his cock.
He pulls on a pair of tight jeans, his boots and a shirt that reveals part of his chest and part of his butterfly tattoo. He fixes his tousled curls and lets his hair down. A light touch of lipstick on his mouth and he's ready.
He looks at the time on his cell phone and deduces that it's been about an hour since he heard him masturbate, he may still be there.
Harry walks to the office. He smiles to himself.
He doesn't bother to knock because he knows it's not necessary for what is about to happen. His confidence is so great that he has no doubt that his father-in-law will gladly accept him because he wants it. After what he heard, Louis can't reject him even if he tries.
He opens the door and Louis winces slightly from his chair in front of his desk. The man's brow furrows as soon as he sees him, and his bewilderment only increases when Harry locks the door.
As soon as the two are alone and locked in, the tension immediately becomes palpable again.
Harry stands with his back to the door, hands behind his back, cocks his head slightly, entering into the game of innocent and curious boy, he knows men love that.
He advances decisively towards him, biting his lips and holding his gaze. Louis seems to be in some sort of shock as he says nothing, just watches him, with those same eyes heavy with desire for him, burning, just like his own skin, which keeps increasing in temperature as he gets closer.
They both desire each other and it is more than noticeable. As is the bulge rapidly forming in Louis' crotch. He has a hard-on.
Harry reaches the desk and walks around it, standing in front of the dominant man. Harry sees his crotch and his mouth waters. He tries to touch his hard cock but Louis suddenly grabs his wrist.
"Relax, Mr. Tomlinson," Harry asks in a soft, seductive voice, the man lets go of his wrist "or should I say, father-in-law..."
Louis lets out a hoarse grunt and stirs against the back of the chair as he sees Harry kneeling in front of him. Desire emanating from their bodies.
"Harry...what are you....?"
"Don't pretend you don't want this, I've seen the way you look at me. I know you touched yourself thinking about me. I heard you moan my name". He tells him shamelessly and begins to unbuckle his belt and then unzips his fly.
Louis' huge erection appears, imposing, just as Harry imagined it would be in his fantasies. Much bigger than Logan's. Harry licks his lips, anxious. It's magnificent.
"I know you'll enjoy this," he murmurs and licks the swollen tip. Louis gasps. "Because that's how I made your son fell in love with me".
And then he takes the whole cock into his mouth, sucking the throbbing dick with satisfaction.
He moves his head up and down, enjoying the taste and the sensation of feeling his mouth full. Louis' cock is fucking perfect. He feels each vein throbbing hard against his lips each time he strokes it from base to tip masterfully.
Mr. Tomlinson grunts and gasps in such a sexy way that it only makes him more aroused, even though Harry's not the one receiving the pleasure.
He tries to get it all the way in but it's too big and thick, he uses his hands to hold the base and starts pumping in rhythm with his mouth.
"Fuck, Harry". Louis moans hoarsely and grabs his hair with his fist. Harry loves it. "Your mouth is perfect.... Shit... I wanted to fuck it since the moment I saw you".
Harry's own cock stiffens even more at the filthy way his father-in-law just spoke to him.
"My mouth is yours, Mr. Tomlinson". He says, pulling Louis' cock out of his mouth and giving small licks around the tip, catching the dripping pre-cum. "Fuck it".
Louis grabs him hard by the hair and shoves the thick cock deep into his mouth in one lunge. Louis holds his hand there, almost choking him. As a few tears escape down Harry's rosy cheeks, he pulls him back, pulling his cock out and looking at the mess on his face.
"Like this?" Louis asks, his eyes dark and licking his lips, brazen and dominant, "Wanted me to fuck your mouth like this?"
Harry doesn't reply but returns to the task, sucking him hard and pumping with his hands and mouth as if his life was at stake. Louis pulls his hair and begins to lift his hips to ram his mouth as if he's fucking him.
Louis gasps, writhes against the backrest, curses, and Harry does his best to take him all the way to the top.
A few more strokes, Harry sucks too hard on the tip and gently squeezes the base and feels steady, powerful jets of cum flood his mouth. He tries to pull away to get some of Louis' cum on his face, but the man holds him by the curls, forcing him to stay in place.
"Swallow my cum".
He does, Harry swallows it all and expertly licks the remains of the tip, sucking it like a lollipop under the satisfied gaze of his father-in-law.
When he's sure there's more left, he uses his fingers to clean the remains of the cum from his lips, and he does it in the most teasing way possible, trying to provoke him.
Because he wants Louis to fuck him, Harry wants Louis to fuck him hard on the desk.
And apparently it works, because Louis grabs him by the face and yanks him up to kiss him hard. Louis kisses him in a way he's never been kissed before. Rapturous, passionate, sensual, fuck, even vulgar. Harry rejoices and reciprocates every move, wrestling with his dominant tongue and getting even their teeth to clash from the force with which they both claim each other's mouths.
Harry is about to beg Louis to fuck him right there when a voice startles them and causes them to break apart with a horrified expression plastered on both their faces.
"I'm home! Harry, are you upstairs? Dad?"