Every breaking wave - U2
After two weeks of non stop rain, the Sun was out again. And a crazy enough Louis had convinced him to go have a picnic at the beach in the middle of winter. But it was nice, they had blankets, and food, and had brought along books and music, one of Harry's cameras and a copy of the 'Romeo and Julio' play.
Harry's eyes were caught in the horizon, the point where the sea meets the sky, a marriage of blue and blue, that fine line where infinity stands tall, untouchable. Infinity...you could try and brush it with your fingertips, you could spend your lifetime running after her but you would never reach her.
'The wind makes nice waves, doesn't it?'
Louis peeked over his shoulder, as to share his point of view, like he wouldn't see the same thing if he was not seeing it from Harry's perspective.'Oh, hey there' Harry smiled 'where did you get that ice cream from??'
'My old guy Sam over there! Want one?'
'Lou! It's the middle of winter!'
'But it's sunny! And tasty...'
Golden rays carefully carressed Louis' face, like delicate butterflies that found a favourite spot to hang out, and his skin was glowing, and he was shining brighter than the sun, and the waves mirrored in the sea of his eyes.
But Harry forgot to breathe when he focused on Louis' mouth, licking obscenely his ice cream cone, getting his lips full of the ice cream and not cleaning them on purpose, instead licking clean the fingers that got melted vanilla dripping down the cone.
'You're doing this on purpose you little shit!'
'I'm doing nothing...' Louis took a mouthfull of ice cream and moaned at the taste.
'Lou... stop.' He said in a strained voice, pushing down on his groin, as if it would stop his hard on, but getting the opposite effect, only getting himself more affected.
He grabbed the camera to distract himself, and started taking pics of Louis making an absolute show of eating his cone, getting vanilla dirty everywhere, the sweet substance dripping down his chin. But when Louis started making the same little licks he would do to his tip to the gelato, he lost it completely.
'Getting jealous over there...' he stated, clearly bothered.
Louis laughed mischeviously, he cracked him. He kissed him deeply, letting Harry lick his mouth clean. He passed the cone to Harry, and cleaned his hands with a napkin.
'Lou...what are you d...'
Louis had adjusted one of the blankets to fit over both of them and was already tugging at Harry's pants when he said:
'Why don't you finish it and I'll finish you?'
'Louuu...every one can see us'
'There's no one here, and the universe is a great secretkeeper.'
The ocean eyed boy had disappeared under the blanket, fitting all of the boy's hard cock in his mouth at once.
***
'Mmm you taste so much sweeter.'
Harry blushed, lifting the blanket a bit just to see his perfect boyfriend licking his lips, red and swollen, looking so sinful after he came on that pretty mouth.
'I love you.' He just blurted it out, he had said it in his head so many times, it just came out.
'Wow I gotta eat ice cream more often...'
'No, I mean, yes, no, I mean...'
'Or give you blowjobs more often...'
'Yes, I mean, uuughh, fuck.'
'Shh baby, I know what you meant, for what it's worth, I love you too, but you already knew that...'
'So did you.' And Harry mirrored Louis' smile, from ear to hear. He grabbed his soft hair at his nape and brought him up for an explosive kiss where the taste of his come on Louis' tongue mixed with the sweet vanilla lingering on his.
***
They were walking home, hand in hand, carrying their bags, when Louis pulled Harry closer, protecting him from the cold it came after the sun made room for the moon and stars, the chilly salty wind accompanying them.
'Are you nervous?' Harry asked, bitting his lip, bambi eyes.
'About...?'
'Yeah...'
'Why, are you?'
'I, umm, yes. I am. What if it goes wrong? And everything goes to shit and then none of us gets what they want? After all that rehearsing? After the effort everyone made? After all the strings we had to pull...?
'Well... yes, I'm nervous, and yes, it could go wrong... but this is not what I focus on, I focus on how good it makes me feel, how right, how proud I am, that we might pull this one right...'
'But we got one chance, just one chance to do this right, there's no room for getting it wrong... everything will have been for nothing...'
'Heey... that's not true, not true at all. Yes, you get one chance at living. But don't take it wrong, by thinking you got one shot at getting everything right.
A chance at living means you get a chance after every mistake, after every fuck up.
Nobody ever learned anything without getting it wrong at least once.''I guess...'
'If it doesn't go well... it's not the end of the world, it doesn't take away our efforts, all the work we put into it, how we feel about it, this is ours and nobody can't take that away.'
Harry held tighter onto Louis, wishing upon a star, that everything would be fine.
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Who is thiiiis? Double update? Can't believe it!
This was so sweet to write, hope you liked it.
Also... did you catch on what Harry and Louis might be talking about at the end? Yeah, I bet you did you smart cookies.
I love you!
Leo x

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