I woke up to the feeling of sucking on my skin. The noise alone was enough to jolt me awake, but then there was the tingly down my spine. I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness as Louis placed a linear path down my jawline, nibbling succulently as he continued down to my chest and back up again. All I could do was hum in my throat and run my fingers through his hair, tilting my head so my cheek was pressed against the pillow.

"I'm hungry," he whined. "Glad I got you up."

I laughed amused. "So that's how you plan on waking me up then...."

He slowly moved his head down my torso, snaking his hand down the small trail of hair on my stomach before continue to move down my boxer line. "Mmm, I see someone else is hungry too."

I pinched him playfully as he moved his hand back up, wrapping it around the side of my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss. I raked my teeth along his bottom lip for a second, giggling as he closed his mouth to only open it again, intertwining our tongues together once more.

"As yummy as you are, I'm hungry," he groused again "I can't sleep on an empty stomach."

Sighing, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I wanted to tell him where the kitchen was, but I guess he may be shy about getting food in a place he doesn't know. I know I would be; especially a place that has almost a hundred men running around drunk.

"Um, okay. I'll go raid the pantry. You wait here." I suggested as he laid back down, not giving me an argument. I assume it was because of his altercation earlier with Trevor. "I know I can make you a peanut butter and jelly or a frozen pizza....ramen noodles...cookies.....soup in a can...." I tried to think of the usual items.

"Do you have any grilled cheese?" I could faintly see him batting his eyelashes at me, casting a shadow on the wall.

If he thinks I'm going to get a frying pan and make him a grilled cheese at 3 am...well, he's absolutely right.

"I'll be back!" I exclaimed as I pushed the covers off of me and put my feet on the floor. He reached over the bed and enveloped his arms around my waist, pulling me back onto his lap as my slender frame began to naturally have a gravitational pull toward him. "I thought you were hungry!"

"I am!" He laughed as he began to playfully gnaw on my shoulder. I could hear his stomach growling, he wasn't lying. Yet, it was as if he didn't want me to leave the room; even if it would be for 10 minutes. "But, I kind of am in the mood to talk..." he said child-like, almost as if he was vulnerable and afraid to explore uncharted territory.

"You asked me what I would change if I could....and I've thought about it and I think I have an answer...." He gulps. The mood suddenly turned solemn. "I think I'd change when my mom remarried my step-dad. Everything bad that happened was after she married him.....they didn't even work out. It was just years wasted, heartache for nothing." He admitted. "She made the best grilled cheese."

"Louis," I grabbed his hand, trying to comfort him. "What was life like before him?" I asked. I needed to know this information. I needed to get the entire picture.

"My sisters and I lived in Doncaster in a shabby old house but it was the best life. She just got a job as a secretary at a law firm. She loved it. It's how she met my step-dad in fact. He was one of the lawyers clients. That should have been her first clue he wasn't decent..." He trails off. "But you can't change the past, huh? What about you?"

I wouldn't let him change the subject. "What do you think would've been different?"

"Everything!" I could hear it in his voice that he was dreaming of what life would've been like. "They wouldn't have had to cash in my college fund my grandfather left me and I could have went to college instead of doing my current job. I would've never had to escort...I'd see my family more. Maybe even joined your frat. Actually not sure if I ever would've done that." He teased.

"Hey!" I retorted, acting offended. "You should smile more. It suits you." Where the fuck did that come from? God Harry, way to scare him off.

I watched as Louis' eyes crinkled as he tried to hold back the grin that came from my compliment. I could feel my heart wanting to burst with warmth. What is this effect he has on me? I can't even hardly remember who I was or even what I did to pass my time before him.

"I think you're going to make me smile more...." He cupped my chin and brought our lips together once more. I used my chest to push him back down in a laying position, positioning myself between his legs as the kiss continued to deepen with passion, desire, and emotion.

I tugged on his hair, exploring his inner palette. Softly, our tongues continued to collide together in a circular motion. I could feel his length hardening as it rested on my own erection. I could feel him pulling away so I moved up slightly, engulfing myself on his lips. He moaned in response and rubbed the palms of his hands down my back, not stopping until he was holding onto my love handles.

His dominate nature was beginning to emerge as he pulled away from my lips, despite my whimpers of protest. Instead, he placed his lips on the bulging vein on my neck, sucking as if he was a vampire. I could feel the sensation rushing through my body, causing my body to leak precum.

He unlatched his teeth off my neck and crawled on top of me instead of the reverse. "Majestic," he muttered, biting his lower lip. Through the shadow of the moon, I could see his body wanting me. Me – like I somehow matter to him just as much as he matters to me. How did this happen?

He straddled me, sitting on my thighs as he removed my boxers. I could feel my dick spring, probably because it was tired of being caged. I know I was tired of it.

"Tsk, tsk. Enthusiastic little frat boy, are we?" He teased as he rolled my length with his hands, swirling his fingers around my tip. He pushed his knees between my legs, spreading them farther apart and bent down to spit on my head. "Not like you need this, already leaking so much for me."

I wanted to scream in pleasure, say a mantra of curse words and praises to him – but I didn't want to wake anyone in the frat house up. I didn't know what to do about that because the sounds were coming regardless if I wanted them to or not. I put the blanket between my teeth, trying to muffle my noises and closed my eyes as Louis began to use his mouth to provide me with euphoria.

These moments always made me question how to treat him. I know he told me he didn't have sex often with clients, only if the price was right; but I still didn't wan to make him feel objectified. Yet, I wanted him to know how I was feeling. Damn you internal battle!

I decided to play with his hair, letting him know the right spots and pressure to use. Before long, my hips began to buck into his mouth uncontrollably. He noticed because that is when he pulled away, giggling. "Now, now, Harry. Don't want you coming just yet....unless you want to." He said that almost shyly, like he too, was questioning how to act.

I shook my head 'no' and sat up, gripping his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. The cut on his lip gave it sort of a irony flavor as well. I pulled down his boxers and bent down to return the favor but he instead placed my hand there, putting his hand on top of mine and creating a smooth rhythm.

"Don't stop doing that, ok?" He asked as I nodded. He put his index and middle finger in his mouth and playfully circled around my entrance. I couldn't help but spread my thighs apart a little more as he reached down to push his index finger in, causing me to hiss at the sudden burn.

I stopped jerking him off for a second due to the intense pleasure washing over me but with his free hand, he began to create a steady rhythm again. "Just keep doing that for me." He encouraged.

The angle wasn't the best. We were both standing with our knees on the mattress. As clumsy as I am, I knew I was going to fall over on his chest at any minute. It wasn't until he tried to enter his second finger in that it happened. I tried not to but my knees buckled and I fell on top of him, pushing us both backward.

I was blushing but he couldn't have seen it at this late hour.

He kissed me once more, playing with my hair, beginning to tug it on slightly. I remember he shared he had a hair pulling kink, and I have to admit that it felt nice, like I was fully submitting myself to his command. I couldn't pull away from him, only let him take my head wherever he wanted it to go and at this point in time, he pushed it downward.

I began to suck on his dick, hollowing my cheeks as he kept his grip on my hair and pushed me farther down onto his shaft. Sweat was forming on my brow and tears were starting to fall. He wasn't being rough with me at all, I just was becoming consumed in all of this desire.

A part of me believes me he was too because he let go of my hair to wipe my tear stained cheek with the pad of his thumb, making soothing noises as he did so. I could feel that he was hardening in my mouth, pulsing, all his blood pooling to that one muscle in his body.

He shook his head vigoursely like he was trying to snap out of a trance and pulled my hair gently so he could interlock our lips again.

"Where do you keep your lube?" He whispered in my ear. I dug under my bed until I found the shoebox and eagerly uncapped the bottle. "No, no. Relax!" He purred in my ear. "Let me take care of you, k?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to agree to this. His body had to have been spent from his assault by Trevor earlier. Even in the darkness, I could make out his wounds.

"We don't have to do this. Let me take care of you instead," I insisted, trying to put my head back down on his dick but he grabbed my hair and gently laid me down.

"No, I need to be inside of you," he vibrated on my ear. I moaned in response, though I still wasn't sure he could handle it. Right ago, he was so hungry, he was begging me for a grilled cheese and now he has his fingers inside.

He pumped his index and middle finger in and out, in and out, trying to stretch me open. I just laid there, enjoying the feeling. Foreplay was half the fun after all.

"Ready?" He asked; I nodded with consent. He put his hands under my thighs and brought me closer to him, pushing in slightly. I bit my bottom lip, preparing and anticipating for what was to come.

Please don't overdose when I wake up, I mentally begged.

He began to thrust his dick inside of me, stroking my hair and wiping away my cheeks. I felt the pleasure, it felt amazing. I knew nobody would ever make me feel that way again, and I didn't want them to, I wanted him – always. Of course I felt the overwhelming pleasure, but I also was thinking about all our time together and how it was somehow surrounded by a haunting aura.

"Louis?" I suddenly mumble as he hums in response. "Let me save you."

He gave me a confused look back but still continued to thrust his hips. As much as I didn't want to, my body was making small whines because damn, I was feeling so good, my toes curled. I tried to stay focused on my thoughts my eyes were rolling back in my head.

"Oh." I pant. He releases one of my thighs to run his hand down my torso, like he is admiring the outline of my butterfly tattoo. I can tell he is trying to distract himself from getting swept up in the moment but I think it was already too late because I could see a tear forming on his waterline as well.

"Let me," I breathe in. "Save you." I finish. "FUCK!"

He brings his hand up to my lips, caressing them softly, parting my lips with his thumb. Still thrusting his hips, he intertwines our lips again. I can taste the tear that just escaped from his eye. I wish I also had a mind reading ability.

His body collapsed on top of mine and I suppose he used all his energy. I pushed his legs off of the bed, his hips half hanging off. I positioned myself to sit on top of his groin, our bodies still connected as I began to roll my torso and make circles with my hips My dick was siding up and down his stomach.

"You feel so good, Harry..." He praised as he gripped my hip to keep me steady. I bounced up and down his shaft, each thrust having purpose. "Never felt this good before. Please, keep going."

I wanted to please him. I needed to. I swirled my hips around until I saw his mouth hang up in a froze position and I knew that's when I found his bundle of nerves. I began to thrust more slowly, letting him savor each rise and fall of my ass on his shaft. I thought he was going to beg me for harder, faster but he never did.

Instead, he continued to stare deep into my eyes with one hand on my hip, his other hand grabbing mine so I could have leverage.

"I want to hold it in but I can't!" He warned. I nodded, as if I was giving him permission to release. I could feel the warm substance begin to fill my insides, making each thrust a little more sloppy but I still continued to move my hips and let him ride out his high.

When he was finished, he pulled me off of him. While still laying down, he picked me up and positioned me on top of his head, putting my dick inside of his mouth, He began to suck sweetly, tenderly, and rhythmically. I could see him beneath me. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was concentrating hard on trying to make me come.

The thought alone that he carried about me feeling good caused me to shoot ribbons down his throat. He began to swallow and never missed a beat. I could feel my shaft releasing all the come I had and when I stopped, he wiped the side of his mouth and smiled at me sheepishly.

I climbed off of him and put my head on his chest, as he wrapped his arm around me and petted my hair.

"You're so just amazingly you." I mutter without realizing it as I draw imaginary figures on his chest with my fingers.

"You're too good for me," He responded. I could hear a little sadness in his voice.

"Rubbish!" I retorted. "Louis, will you let me save you?"

"You kept saying that right ago....save me from what exactly?"

"From the bad circumstances of life. I just want you to have the best possible life you can have so you don't want to overdose anymore....I'd miss you too much..." I confess.

"Oh, that. Don't even worry. My overdosing days are over," he half-giggled. I can feel him yawn, his chest rising and falling.

"I really really really like you." I admit, looking up at him. He looks into my eyes, as if he's searching for the words to say.

"I really really like you too, Harry." He yawned again. I could tell his eyes were fluttering open and shut, though his stomach was still growling from him being hungry. I think anyone at this hour would choose to sleep though. I figured I'd just make him the grilled cheese in the morning.

We laid in the silence for a few minutes before I could tell he was fighting the urge to stay away. His body began to produce soft puffs of air. "I don't just really like you, Harry..." he mumbles. "I think I love you."

Wait, what did he just say? "Hmm?" I ask but never receive a reply. Instead, I am greeted with little snores exiting the parted lips above me.

"I think I love you too....." I confess as I wipe another tear that fell him his eye, though he truly is asleep. Damnit, now my eyes are leaking too.