Attracted to Drama
- as requested; enjoy xx
One more weekend of careless antics before uni started. That’s all Harry was thinking about when he showed up at the last rager that Saturday. That’s all he was thinking about when he took shot after shot after shot, and that’s all he was thinking about when he let the blue-eyed stranger fuck him one last time and make the most of it. Monday morning, Harry’s thoughts raced in a million different directions as the blue-eyed man introduced himself. Mr. Tomlinson, his drama professor. Harry swallowed, thickly, sinking down into his seat, not knowing what to think or feel or do.
Louis began speaking, discussing the course syllabus for the semester when his eyes locked onto a familiar pair he remembered staring into while speaking filthily to.
Harry blushed when Louis looked at him, and immediately averted his eyes onto his desk.
"Um, acting…is an art," Louis continued, looking to the rest of the general populace in the large room. "And…you can tell a lot from the message an actor or actress is conveying solely in their eyes. Yes, the curve of your mouth and body language is important, but if I can’t see it in your eyes, I won’t believe it."
Harry felt his heart beating in his ears. He had practically been begging the professor to fuck him harder, and his eyes must have definitely shown it then. He hoped that wasn’t the example Louis had in his mind right now.
A blonde in the front row raised his hand.
"Yes?" Louis pointed to him.
"So, what about like…porn stars?"
The class laughed, immaturely, making Louis question if he was teaching eighteen to nineteen year olds or high school freshmen.
"What about porn stars?" Louis sighed.
"Well…they’re known for being really like, cheesy and lame actors. But it doesn’t mean it’s not convincing that they enjoy what they’re doing.”
The class laughed again.
"Well, I’m not sure the porn distributor wants them to look like they’re not. Otherwise, they can’t market to horny little buggers like you, can they?" Louis teased, and the blonde blushed, as the class laughed at him.
Harry chuckled to himself at the professor’s comment, and looked up meeting his eyes again.
After giving a general overview of the course, the students were dismissed. Harry got out of his seat, sliding his notebook off the desk, before making his way to the door. He knew it was a long shot, but maybe Louis didn’t remember him. He heard his tongue click, and turned to look at his professor. He remembered, yup.
Louis approached him from his desk, and sighed. “This is…”
”..awkward, I know.”
Louis shrugged. “We didn’t do anything wrong, though. School wasn’t in session, and-“
"And we didn’t know each other," Harry added, justifiably.
"And you’re eighteen at least, I’m assuming?" Louis questioned, and Harry nodded, smiling a bit, when the older’s shoulders lowered in relief. "So we’re fine. It was just one last hurrah for summer, and…"
Harry looked down, nodding and also trying to hide his slight disappointment.
"We’re good, though, right?" Louis asked, and Harry looked up, forcing a smile.
"Yeah," he nodded, and looked down to see Louis holding out his hand. He tightened his mouth, shaking it slightly, and the handshake dulled into a motionless grasp. He looked up to find Louis still looking at him. He noticed his Adam’s apple bob up and down, as he swallowed, and his own heart racing again.
Next thing he knew papers were slid off the top of Mr. Tomlinson’s desk, and he was shoved onto the wooden furnish being kissed harshly while the zipper of his jeans was being pulled down quickly. He moaned into the careless kiss, bucking into Louis’s hand.
The blonde from earlier entered through the door again, after forgetting his binder, and gasped at what he saw, before running out of the room.
"Did you hear something?" Louis panted, removing his lips from the skin on Harry’s neck, where he just bit.
"No, keep going," Harry breathed, impatiently, already mapping out his class schedule for the semester accordingly to be able to make this a routine thing, as Louis pushed him onto one of the prop couches and straddled him.