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It was quite late, Louis and Liam were sitting on Louis bed. Talking. Louis was tired but didn't really want Liam to leave just yet. He was in a weird mood. Didn't want to be alone. He felt quite small, vulnerable somehow. He had now idea where that feeling was coming from, just knew that it was creeping its way through his veins.
“You okay, Lou?” Liam wanted to know. He looked mildly concerned but obviously noticed Louis wasn't happy. Of course Liam did. They were friends for so long now and Louis knew Liam had a crush on him even. To Louis though, it was only friendship and these feelings would never change. He had told Liam so about a thousand times, but to no avail. Liam didn't want to believe it. And it was Louis own fault. They had shared to nights together after all, had slept with each other when the sexual frustration had gotten too much. It had been stupid, nothing romantically and Louis had made clear to Liam that these slip-ups wouldn't change his feelings. Liam had said he understood and that it didn't matter. He still wanted it to happen again.
So Louis wasn't really surprised when Liam's hand found its way onto his meaty thigh. Liam rubbed it over the grey sweatpants Louis was wearing. “Are you sad, Lou?” He asked and Louis just shrugged.
He wasn't really in the mood for touching. Or … no, he wasn't really in the mood for anything. He grumbled and hit his face in the pillow. Liam's and slid higher, up to Louis' waist.
“Louis? Do you want me to be your Daddy?” Liam whispered into Louis ear. The smaller one flinched. What? Had Liam really just said that? It wasn't like their sex had been especially normal so far. It had been kinky, with a bit of biting and Louis riding Liam. Louis even had to tell Liam to stop and slow down once, the bigger one hurting him a bit since he wasn't exactly small. It should have been an alarm signal to Louis back then, when Liam didn't listen and just went on with it instead. And it should have been an even more significant alarm signal when Liam had told him afterwards that the begging had turned him on 'so much'. Louis however hadn't paid more attention to it. After all he hadn't really been hurt and he had been tired anyway.
This time though, he was really confused when Liam offered himself to be Louis' Daddy. They had never talked about it before. And even though Louis would have really liked for someone to act like his 'Daddy' right now and take care of him, tuck him in and cuddle him … he didn't want that person to be Liam. So he shook his head and scooted away.
“Louis, c'mon. I'm horny, yeah?” Liam didn't really seem to care that Louis wasn't in a good mood at all. He wasn't normally like that. Louis frowned. What was going on?
“I'm not in the mood.” Louis mumbled and tried to turn away but Liam stopped him. He was suddenly hovering over him, his pelvis pressing into Louis'.
“Lou, come on. Let me fuck you. You don't have to do anything. I know you're tired.” Liam tried to kiss him but Louis quickly turned his head away.
“Liam, what the fuck? I really don't want to.” He said halfheartedly but Liam really didn't seem to care. At all!
He let his hands explore Louis' dainty figure, his fingers slipping under the smaller one's shirt and he started nibbling on his friend's neck.
“Liam ...” Louis whined, but the man just kept going. Louis was so tired. Why was he so tired? And so idly? Why wasn't he moving, or pushing him of? Why did he stop complaining? He didn't want Liam to touch him. He didn't want to sleep with his friend. But he felt so weird, as if he weren't really here. As if he was in a different space inside of his head. But why? What the heck was going on?
“Where are the condoms?” Liam asked and Louis even nodded in the right direction. He really did that. He told Liam where the condoms are. That was an invitation, kind of. What was wrong with him?
Liam sat up and quickly got the condoms from the nightstand. Louis was just about to sit up as well and get off the bed, when Liam was lying on top of him again. Suddenly the hands were back, forcefully this time. His shirt was being pushed up and Liam's fingers fondled with Louis' small nipples. Out of a sudden, the life came back into Louis' limbs again and he started moving. His hands found Liam's shoulders and he tried to push him off, but the lad was too heavy.
“Don't worry, Louis. I'll take good care of you.” Liam whispered and pulled the smaller one's shirt completely off. Louis tried to turn away again. He wreathed on the bed, tried to free himself from the heavy body on top of him but he simply couldn't. No matter what he tried, Liam was too strong.
“Liam! Stop it!” He pleaded but the taller one didn't listen. Instead his hands where on Louis' pants now and he managed to yank them down in one smooth motion. Together with Louis' underwear.
NOW … Louis panicked. He didn't want this. He didn't want Liam to touch him, or to see him naked even. Not now. Not today. Not when he was in a mood like this and especially not after telling him to stop.
“Please stop it, Liam! It don't want to! Just stop it!” He pressed out, his voice distorted by fear and anger.
“Shh, it's okay, Louis. I'll make you feel good. I'll take good care of you, I promise.” And with these words Liam turned him around. Everything was so weird. It happened so fast, Louis couldn't grasp it. How could they go from casually talking to this in under fifteen minutes? How? And why?
Louis tried desperately to crawl away. The bed was moving beneath him, he heard Liam undress and the fear got the better of him. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't.
Then there were hands on his bum, huge hands groping him. Hands that have been there before but they've never felt like this. They weren't welcome, they weren't wanted. They were disgusting and unpleasant. Louis feared he would get sick.
“Liam, please. I don't want to. Please, don't.” He begged again and without properly realising it he started sobbing as well. He was so scared.
“Louis, everything is alright. I'm here. Everything's okay.” Liam really tried to hush him right now. Louis couldn't believe it. What was Liam even talking about? Why was he like this? He was so different normally. And now he was saying things completely out of context. Almost as if he didn't want to understand that Louis was crying because of him. And that the last thing that Louis wanted right now was for Liam to be there for him!
There was a finger prodding his entrance now, dry, without any sign of lube. It hurt already, even though Liam wasn't really doing anything yet. Louis again tried to wriggle away but it was still not working. Then the finger was being pushed inside. Hard, unpleasant and painful. Louis choked on his breath and a louder sob escaped his lips. “No. Ow you're hurting me. Please, please stop.” He croaked out. Liam just kept going.
A second finger was being pushed inside and then a second. No matter how hard Louis was trying to push Liam off of him, to free himself and make it stop … it was useless. Liam wasn't deterred.
Then the fingers disappeared, leaving Louis' hole open and hurting, Louis couldn't take it anymore. It was his last chance, he knew it, but he still couldn't do anything to stop his friend. He started crying properly. Heart-wrenching cries leaving his body and he flailed around, trying to hit Liam somehow and preventing him from doing the inevitable.
Then, with full force, he was being pushed into the mattress again and there was something prodding his hole. Something far wider than a finger, and thankfully much more slippery. Without anymore hesitation the lube-coated dick was being pressed inside of Louis' sore hole. It hurt as hell and it wasn't only the physical pain, it was also emotionally. Louis didn't want it and he had really made it clear, but obviously it wasn't enough. He just gave up fighting and only begged the tall man for mercy. “It's hurting, Liam. I mean it. Please stop. I really mean it. I don't want it. I really don't.”
Liam just shoved his dick inside even deeper, even harder. He was groaning over the broken man on the bed and indulged completely in the pleasure. After what felt like forever to Louis, Liam slipped out of him, giving him a sliver of hope, turned him around and then … entered him again. Louis' face was wet from all the tears as he lay there, taking it, sobbing and hurting. He had no idea for how long Liam was using him for pleasure but when he finally collapsed on the small man beneath him, Louis was broken. He still couldn't grasp it, just wanted it to end. Wanted everything to end. He felt so disgusting. Liam stayed like this for a while until he finally pulled back.
“Don't cry, Louis. I'm here, everything's okay.” He said again and Louis turned away. He curled in on himself, stared at the all and just wanted to disappear. He was being wrapped into a blanket, his favourite stuffy (from when he was a child) was being put beside him and then Liam was just sitting behind his friend.
“Just go, please.” Louis pleaded. He had no idea why Liam was so nice again. Not after what he had done. But he was too tired and too worn out to talk right now.
“You can't just let me go like this. Please, Louis. You can't do that to me.” Now Liam was pleading and Louis was just confused.
“Please, leave.” He croaked out, still crying and after several minutes passing, Liam was finally standing up from the bed and leaving.
Louis just lay there, not moving. After some time he stopped crying, calmed down and in the early morning hours he finally managed to stand up, go shower and change the bedsheets. Then he finally fell into a light slumber, haunted by nightmares and fear.