keep driving

23. choke him with a sea view

This, my beautiful people, is the moment you waited for ;)

Song: ride by Lana del Rey

The next morning is beautiful. The sky is as blue as it has been the last weeks, the temperature is warm but not suffocating in the early hour, and there is gorgeous turquoise water around them, sparkling with the sunlight dancing on the surface. It looks clear and calm and like everything Harry has been feeling the last nine days. 

Harry slowly wakes up, feeling completely content, keeping his eyes closed as the sun tickles his skin, a warm feeling in his chest, only a slight ache in his arse. But that's fine.

It's most definitely fine when he feels wet lips pressing open mouthed kisses up his torso towards his neck, mumbling small words into his skin. Harry's eyes open slowly, a wide smile stretching his lips as Louis arrives at his face, kissing from his cheek towards his mouth, where he stops.

"Good morning beautiful"

"Morning" Harry rasps out and feels a slight breeze in his hair. He only then realises they're not where they fell asleep yesterday, Louis has probably been awake for a while already, took the anchor out and worked the sails again, did whatever has to be done so that they move, Harry still doesn't understand it.

Not that he cares much, though. He'll gladly let Louis do all the sailing and just lay here and enjoy the view and the touch and most of all Louis' smile. And his kisses. 

As it is, Louis is back to kissing Harry's neck, gently closing his lips over the purple marks that are probably blooming there since last night. Louis' kisses are tender, but not tender enough to not distract Harry immensely. Distract him from the sound of the waves, from the wind in their sails, from his own thoughts. Louis just excites him so much, is the thing. The way his soft lips explore the column of Harry's neck, so devoted and entrancing. But Harry tries to focus back on his thoughts. 

He stretches his arms over his head contently, smiling at the warm summer wind going through his hair. "So... we had sex"

"Yes" Louis confirms, back to kissing every inch of Harry's body, it seems like that's his mission.

"I don't really think that is what friends do, do you? Friends don't have sex with each other"

"Good" Louis murmurs into Harry's hipbone, before he lifts himself back up, hovering over Harry exactly like he did last night. "I don't really wanna be friends anymore"

Harry bites his lips, fighting back a smile as he plays with the soft hair at the nape of Louis' neck. "And why's that?"

"Well, first of all, because you're unbelievably annoying," Louis says with a pointed look and a click of his tongue and Harry scoffs, rolling his eyes. Louis only smiles and leans down until his lips are hovering over Harry's.

"Secondly, I'm like extremely in love with you"

If someone had told Harry ten days- hell, a week ago that this was going to happen, he would have laughed at them. Within only a little more than a week he fell for his boy and now he's telling him that he's in love with him too? 

The confirmation that this is actually happening and it isn't all just inside Harry's head is one of the most bizarre but best feelings Harry has ever felt. 

His breath hitches and he mumbles out a quick "God, me too." 

And Louis on top of him smiles his most beautiful smile. "You too?" 

"Mhm." Is all Harry is able to hum before he pulls Louis down to kiss him again, winding his arms around his neck. It's enthusiastic and somehow more passionate than last night. Last night was desperation, anticipation and eagerness. This morning brings feelings and calm, smiles and sure emotions. More sure than Harry has felt in ages, even if everything around him is uncertain right now.