FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

thirteen

"Niall called," Louis said, waking Harry up from his nap. "They're landing the day after we arrive and they asked if they could stay with us."

Harry lifted his face off the pillow, blinking lazily in the dim light. "Yeah, that's fine." He sighed and closed his eyes again. "There's plenty of room."

He heard Louis giggle and move closer, hooking their ankles together. "You have a mark on your face from the pillow." He poked Harry's cheek.

"You're about to have a mark on your face from my fist."

"You're such a good flirt."

"I know."

Harry knew that he needed to take things slow with Louis considering the fact that moving too fast would probably ruin their friendship which is something Harry was not emotionally prepared for, but it was difficult because he was a horny nineteen-year-old boy with needs and a very attractive man was lying beside him poking his cheek.

"Wait, why are they coming now? I would think that coming during the summer would be a better idea." Harry sat up again.

"We're not any better, Haz." Louis smiled.

Harry sighed and rolled on top of him, burying his face in his neck, Louis wrapped his arms around his back and shoulders tightly, breathing in the saccharine scent of Harry's hair.

"You're so warm," Harry whined and closed his eyes.

Louis hummed and rolled them over so he was now on top.

"You look so pretty like this." He whispered.

Harry blushed and bit his bottom lip.

"I'm serious. I mean you always look pretty, but this is something entirely different."

Harry grinned and pulled Louis down by his neck and into a kiss that was all teeth and wandering hands.

The whole 'moving too fast' concept completely left his mind as soon as Louis grounded their clothed groins together, a throaty moan escaping from his mouth, and drawing an almost completely different sound from Harry which was more of a high-pitched moan mixed with a gasp.

Their lips detached and they were basically panting into each other's mouths as Louis continued to grind down and Harry's hips thrusting up to meet him in the middle. They both started to harden as their movements got more and more dirty and hot.

Harry reached up and started clawing Louis' white shirt off of his back, pulling it over his head and throwing it off the bed, his hands now clutching tightly at his shoulders. Louis did the same and pulled off Harry's shirt, tossing it beside them and his hands roaming up and down his sides.

At one point, Louis took his right hand and dragged it up Harry's quivering thigh, but stopping when his fingers just dipped under the hem of his boxers, feeling something thin and flimsy tickling his fingertips.

He stopped his hip movements and pulled back a little, ignoring Harry's pleading whines for more when Louis pushed the hem of his boxers up, revealing a large portion of his thigh that was wrapped with plastic wrap.

"What's this?" He asked, looking Harry in the eye.

"A tattoo." He responded and tried to drag Louis' attention back to their previous activities.

"Of what?" He ignored the desperate attempts.

Harry sighed and dropped his head back onto the pillow. "Why don't you just take it off." He stated.

So Louis did.

He reached over to the bedside where a pair of nail scissors were sitting on the stained wood, he grabbed them and started to cut through the translucent wrap. When he did, he peeled it off and threw the wrap on the floor, revelling at the rather large tattoo of a tiger inked on Harry's milky white thigh.