Chapter Text
"God, I hate weddings."
Loud chatters of wedding guests filled the room as twins, Harry and Henry, walked into the small reception area everyone was forced into once the rain outside began to pick up. Their mother wanted a beach wedding, something nice by the water with just her closest friends and family while she married the second love of her life, some loser she'd been with for nearly six years now. Henry hated him, but Harry, ever the romantic, thought it was sweet that even if their old age they could find a love they wanted to share with everyone for this special day.
"Suck it up, bro. It's only for a couple hours."
Henry scoffed and rolled his eyes, tugging on the tight collared shirt squeezing his neck. "Yeah, but is this all necessary? She's got a damn harp, for crying out loud. Who does that?"
"Henry, would you just relax?" Harry couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing two flutes of champagne from a passing waitress' serving plate and handed one to his twin brother, who was only four minutes older than him. "It'll be over before you know it."
Their cousins, Jenna and Marge, came up to them to take pictures and chit-chatted about how beautiful everything was. Harry entertained them while Henry downed the tart light pink drink and snarled at squeals coming from the other side of the room where his mom was talking to some of her friends. Thankfully, a light buzz distracted him from Jenna talking endlessly about her newborn, pulling his iPhone from the inside pocket of the suit jacket and opening the first text in his inbox, ignoring the others.
miss you! when will you get back?
He smirked and typed in a quick reply, eyes darting to his brother awwing at the pictures on Jenna's phone.
Soon, love. Are you still at the hotel?
mhm... just got out of the shower, actually.
You just HAD to add that bit of information.
giving you something to look forward to. ;)
Henry cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the next, setting the empty flute down on the nearest table and pushing hair away from his eyes before replying.
Should be done here in a few hours. I'll probably head home and change then see you there, alright?
sounds good, love. can't wait.
"Henry, look at how big Geo's gotten. He's practically a toddler."
"Oh, no he's not!" Jenna laughed and swiped at Harry's arm playfully before lifting her phone and showing Henry the picture they were gawking at. "He's only three months. It'll be a long time before he's a toddler."
"Looks just like you," Henry forced a smile onto his face and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "He's a lucky kid to have a mom like you, Jen."
"Oh, thank you, Henry!"
The night continued on as such for another two hours until the guest slowly began to leave and Anne was off with her husband to their honeymoon in France. Henry spotted Harry saying his goodbyes to their aunt and waved him over to avoid the excessive face pinching that ensued before he got away from her, shrugging out of his jacket. "Gonna take off."
"Already? I thought we were going out tonight." Harry pouted.
"Something came up, bro, but I promise we can go tomorrow. Here, go to my place and relax for the night, yeah?" He fished his keys out of his pocket and took his house key out of the ring, placing it in his twin brother's outstretched hand. "I promise we'll do something fun soon."
Harry nodded and shrugged, tucking the key into his pocket before patting his brother's back and following the small crowd heading towards the parking lot. He was only in town for a couple weeks for his mom's wedding and to catch up with his twin brother, whom he hadn't seen in over a year, and yet something so important came up that Henry was ditching him, for the third time if he might add, and pushing their bonding time further back. Harry was at the point where he didn't even care anymore and decided to just chill out in Henry's ridiculously huge house and eat whatever he could find while ordering obscene porn to embarrass his brother with once he saw the bill for next month's cable. He slipped into his rental car and headed down the familiar route to the gated community where Henry lived, pulling up to his two story, four bed room home, parking to one side of the driveway to not block his brother's way into the garage whenever he decided to stumble home. Loosening the tie around his neck, he pulled out the key from his pocket as he walked up the decorated pathway the entrance and unlocked the front door, not bothering to flip the lights on once he pulled it open and stepped inside.
He barely had a moment to dead bolt the door before two small and cold hands cradled his face and pulled him into a deep kiss that left him stunned, stumbling back against the glass door, arms flailing at his sides. "What the fu..."
"God, what took you so long? You said the wedding would be over at seven." The man said, frantic fingers pulling at his tie then began to undo the buttons of his collared shirt while tiny, wet, and hot kisses adorned his jawline. "Missed you so much.. couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you.. wanted to surprise you.."
"I don't, uh.." Harry's words were caught in his throat as a hand gripped his cock through the tight material of his dress pants, an involuntary moan slipping through his lips. "O-okay, just.. w-wait.."
The man pulled his torso away, but his hand stayed pressed hotly against Harry's now throbbing flesh and his face only lightly illuminated from the soft glow of the porch light shining through the glass door. "Did you bring the bottle?"
"The b-bottle?"
"You promised me a bottle from the wedding." The man cooed softly, fingers rubbing over the hardening cock as he leaned in to kiss his bottom lip softly. "Or were you too busy trying to get here to check your phone?"
Harry breathed out heavily and reached down to grab the man's wrist, twisting his lower body away from him then stepping to the side. "Okay, I, uh.. I will go and grab the bottle.."
"No, wait.."
"And I'll be right back, okay? Just.. uh, give me twenty minutes, tops. Promise."
"Henry, you don't have to leave again."
"I insist." Harry swallowed thickly and reached back to grab the doorknob, attempting to pull it open but it only whined against the dead bolts. He could just tell the man the truth, that he was Henry's twin brother and hopefully end this awkward tension they were sitting in the middle of, but running away seemed like a more logical idea at the time. Turning around, he quickly unlocked the door and practically ran back to his rental car, fumbling with his keys to unlock the doors and slip into the driver's side. He barely gave himself a chance to breathe before he was pulling out of the driveway and screeching down the road with no destination in mind. "Good God, what did I just walk into?"
***
Henry stepped into his house reading a text message from his brother telling him that it was urgent to call him as soon as he possibly can, but he decided to ignore it, slipping his phone back into his pocket and hung his jacket on the coat rack. He undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it out from his pants, and tugged the loosened tie from around his neck as he walked into the kitchen, surprised to see another figure sitting on the island eating from a tub of ice cream. "Ah, what a nice treat to come home to."
Louis looked up with a raised eyebrow, leaning back with a elbow perched on the back of the stool, sucking on the large spoon before slipping it out of his mouth and pointing it towards Henry. "You said twenty minutes."
"What?" Henry chuckled and stepped closer to him, setting his discarded clothes on the counter as he slipped between Louis' legs. "What are you talking about?"
"You said you were going to get a bottle and ran out of here like your ass was on fire."
"Is this one of your role playing ideas again? Mad wife lashing out on her irresponsible husband? Because that is so sexy." Henry smirked and leaned in to slid his tongue along the swell of Louis' bottom lip, licking some ice cream that had dripped from his mouth. "And you're so damn sexy."
"You're lucky I kind of like you or else I would've left half an hour ago." Louis squinted, setting his spoon down and lifting himself off the stool, feet balancing on the bottom bar to make himself taller than Henry, arms wrapping around his shoulders. He leaned down to press his full lips against Henry's, fingers drowning in his long hair and tugging it back softly as his kisses trailed down to his jawline, a soft moan coming from the younger man. "But, you promised me an unforgettable night for ditching me last weekend."
"I didn't ditch you," Henry breathed, his hands like magnets as they reached around to grip Louis' ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Told you I was busy."
"Sure, sure.. That's what they all say." Louis smirked and brought one leg up to wrap around Henry's waist before adding the other one, making him stumble back slightly before catching his balance. "In any case, you owe me a good fucking, Mr. Styles."
"And I'm inclined to give it to you, Mr. Tomlinson," Their lips met once again in a heated kiss as Henry carried Louis over to the dining room table, laying his small body against the length of it, his own hovering over. Louis continued to lather his skin with hot pecks as he tugged his collared shirt off and tossed it on the ground carelessly, moaning softly when Louis' nails dragged lazily across his lower back. He arched into him and leaned down to nibble on his collarbones and purposely ground his hips, hard cock rubbing against Louis' so blissfully that it sent shivers rolling down his spine. Henry grabbed his lover's hands and pinned them against the table as he crawled down, tongue lapping over Louis' nipples, giving each one equal attention before continuing his path, sucking intently at his soft pudgy stomach, earning whimpers from the college boy, his legs spreading, his cock pressed against Henry's chest through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Ssh.. relax, baby. Be a good boy."
"I am.." Louis' voice came out as a high squeak and he sighed, face heating up enough for Henry to see the pink tint coloring his cheeks. "I am, sir," He said only after clearing his throat, eyes closing, head pressed down against the table. "God, I love that mouth of yours."
Henry smiled and used his index fingers to grip the hem of Louis' boxers, pulling them down enough to see the ghost V-cut the younger man was working on, letting his tongue drag over his hipbones and his nose to pad over the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock. He pushed the boxers down further enough to see Louis was wearing a bright pink jock strap, HES printed over the front of it in large cursive letters. Henry couldn't stop the large smirk that spread over his lips as he tugged down the boxers further, leaning to the side to slide them off Louis' legs and let it fall to the ground, joining his shirt. Louis still hasn't opened his eyes but expressions changed as he bit his lip, one hand gripping the edge of the table, the other resting on his stomach which was rising and falling at a quick pace. Henry lifted Louis' legs to bend at the knees, gripping his thighs as he mouthed at the pink fabric outlining his cock until he reached the tip that was already dripping and causing a small wet circle to darken the area it rested on. He reached a hand up to rub over the two balls, stroking up the length of him then caressing his thighs before venturing further down where the jock strap ended right above the younger man's hole, the heat pooling there enough to make Henry moan as his cock practically burst through his tight suit pants.
Sitting up then, he reached down to unzip his pants and undo the single button, pulling them down along with his boxers enough for his throbbing flesh to pop out, a hand stroking himself instantly as he let out a relieved sigh. He dug into his pocket and grabbed a condom he'd put in there at the beginning of the night, ripping it open with his teeth and quickly slipped it on before hovering over Louis again, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him deeply, sloppily while prodding at his trembling hole with the tip of him before pushing himself inside the tight heat. Louis trembled in his arms and pulled his mouth away enough to moan, one hand gripping his bicep, the other digging nails into his shoulder as he drew his legs up further and rolled his hips against Henry's dick. "S-shit.. so fucking.. so damn good.." Henry breathed, hips thrusting into Louis at an uneven pace before finding a stable one he settled on, hips slapping against the back of Louis' thighs. The table creaked and whined underneath them as they fucked, Louis leaning back against his hands, head thrown back moaning into the air, Henry gripping his hips to push into him harder and groaning loudly when he found the bundle of nerves within him, relentlessly pounding into Louis' prostate.
The younger man came without barely even friction to his aching cock, not that he needed any with the way Henry was fucking him, laying back on the table with a soft plop, hair matted against his forehead. Henry followed a few minutes later, hot come shooting into the condom before he pulled away and finished himself off with a firm stroking, their breathing labored and layering over each other before he moved to toss the used rubber away.
"Why do you still use those things?" Louis asked with a smile, his face indicating that he was exhausted though he'd never admit it. "I'm only fucking you.. I'm not subjected to any diseases."
Henry laughed softly, slipping his cock back into his boxers and pants, adjusting them low on his hips but not bothering to button or zip them back up. He went to the fridge to pull out two bottles of water and offered the younger man a small shrug. "I guess I'm used to it. I've used them since I first started having sex."
"Which was when?"
"Here you go with one of your interrogations," Henry chuckled, placing one bottle on the table where Louis was still laying, uncapping the other and taking a large gulp, enough for the plastic to crackle under his palms. "You're going to make a hell of a lawyer one day."
"And I'd have you to thank for getting me there."
"Now that just makes me sound like I'm paying to fuck you."
It was Louis' turn to laugh as he sat up, grabbing his bottle and mimicking Henry's actions, only he settled for a small sip. "No, I'm just saying.. Not a lot of hot shot lawyers are willing to give a first year student a break. And yet you did."
"First of all, I'm not a hot shot lawyer. I'm just damn good at my job. And second, how could I have resist your pretty face when you practically begged for me to give you a job at my firm?"
"You didn't have a chance. I knew from the start you wanted my body and I used it to my advantage."
Henry laughed loudly, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he shook his head and eyes reduced to a squint from how widely he was smiling. "I bet you did, dirty boy. Well, it surely worked, didn't it? Cause here we are and you're wearing a hot pink jock strap with my initials on it."
"Best birthday present I've ever received."
"Bet you didn't think you'd be wearing something like that when you applied at my firm."
"No, but I do love it nonetheless," Louis smirked and set his bottle aside to swing his legs off the table and jump up, standing on his toes to kiss the corner of Henry's mouth. "Now, I should get going. My boss comes back from vacation tomorrow and he'd kill me if I was late to work because I decided let you fuck me a dozen times over." He winked before turning to bend over, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed in record time, his long sweats pawing at his bare feet. "I'll see you tomorrow, handsome."
"Yes, you will."