Harry pressed EJECT on the stereo. An unmarked CD slid out. "Huh." He closed the player and hit PLAY. Feliz Navidad restarted. "I guess that's why it kept repeating. There's only one song. Timmy must love Jose Feliciano."
"Who doesn't?"
Harry snorted and hit STOP. He turned towards Louis' voice. Louis was on his hands and knees in nothing but boxer-briefs. Harry leaned against the wall. "I think one of your socks is under the sofa."
"Is it?" Louis crawled to the sofa and ducked his head. His bum poked up in the air as he arched his back. "I don't see anything."
"Look all the way back."
"All the way..." Louis glanced over his shoulder, then back to the sofa, then to Harry again. He followed the line of his crinkled eyes and twisted his hips. Muffled laughter drew his gaze up. Louis rolled his eyes, his cheeks burning but his smile as amused as Harry's. "Very funny." Harry dipped down to pick up one of Louis' socks. Louis got to his knees and took the offered sock. "Thanks, love."
Harry started to turn but Louis held onto the waistband of his boxer briefs. He gently ricocheted back. "What?"
Louis sucked his hipbone, wide-eyed and innocent. He watched Harry's mouth fall open, his brows twitching inwards for each pulsed suck. Louis stopped sucking but let his lips brush his wet skin. He let his lips hover over the fuzz beside his navel and murmured, "Bulge."
Harry's abs crumpled, his hands swinging to cover himself. Cackles vibrated against his hip. "Lou," he giggled in surprise, light and bubbly. He dabbed his cheek with the back of his hand. "Making me blush."
Louis hopped up. "See? We both have magic powers with each other. Lovely how it's balanced, innit?"
"Yes," Harry snuffled, Louis sucking a loud kiss to his neck. His head lolled and his smile grew as Louis nibbled to his collarbone, his eyes fluttering shut. "Lovely indeed. Is this how you're going to be from now on? Biting and sucking whatever bit of me you're closest to?"
Louis pressed his nose under Harry's ear. "Yes," he nearly groaned. "Apparently. Problem?"
"Not at all."
Louis gave him a final kiss to the front of his shoulder then bent at the waist. He picked up a sweater. "I wonder if this is what it's like on that show Survivor."
"What?"
"They're stuck on an island for months and can't bathe, but they get used to it. They must get used to the way they smell. How else could they stand it?"
Harry bundled his clothes to his chest. "We haven't even been in the cabin a full day. We both showered yesterday morning before the flights. I don't think we're at Survivor level nose blindness yet."
"I'm used to how you smell, I meant."
"Ah." A small smile curled Harry's lips. "Okay. That's good."
They met at their carry-on bags beside the sofa and dropped their clothes. "Huh." Louis squinted thoughtfully at his pile, his words slowing as he sorted. "I guess I was already used to it. I do love wearing your Nike hoodie after you've worn it a bunch. And I love how your sheets smell. And last night your skin saved my life."
Harry took a sock out of his pile and placed it on Louis' pile. "I like that you're just now realising, at this very moment, that you like how I smell when you've faux-complained about it nonstop for months."
"You're still a hippie."
Harry snorted and walked towards the bathroom. Louis careened into Harry, crushing his nose between his shoulder blades. Both laughed as they jostled their way into the small room. Louis pulled the red and white striped curtain aside.
