~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis gets carefully into bed after his shower, attempting to keep from waking Harry. Not that it worked. As soon as he is under the blanket, Harry rolls over and wraps his arms around him, nose buried against his neck. Louis barely manages to stifle his moan.
“Smell good,” Harry mumbles, drifting back to sleep. The quiet words in Louis’ ear send a shiver through him as his body reacts to the warm body pressed behind him. It’s a futile exercise to deny the inevitable. If he was smart, he would leave now before his tight control shatters as he fears it will before the weekend is over. He knows it’s too soon to consider letting Harry in, but he finds himself wanting nothing more. Louis longs to share his past with him, and in return, wants to know Harry’s past. And that, well, that terrifies him.
Trust doesn’t come easy for him. Being vulnerable is inconceivable to him now, having spent too many years distancing himself from people. He won’t give in to someone, anyone, not even Harry. He needs to clear his head. Louis just needs to get through the weekend without fucking Harry. He rolls his eyes, knowing the likelihood of succeeding in that is dwindling the longer he stays. Case in point, his body is urging him to grind back against Harry at this very moment. And oh, how he wants to.
Louis’ mind continues racing through all of the wants and fears and possibilities, cataloguing every potential response and outcome, until he feels Harry stir behind him. Harry shifts and pins his body fully against him, the hard ridge of Harry’s erection presses into Louis.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, mate,” Louis says quietly while attempting to refrain from pushing back into Harry’s body in response.
“I had a good dream,” Harry hums, unconsciously rolling his hips. “It was yummy.”
Louis, ever the glutton for punishment, holds still in his current position and asks, “Was it now? What were you dreaming about?”
Harry lets out what can only be described as a mix between a whimper and a moan. “It’s a secret.”
Against his better judgment, Louis drives his hips back recklessly into Harry. “You should tell your dick that.”
Harry wakes up fully, tensing instantly and scrambling away. “Oh, God! I am so sorry. I was asleep, and I felt so good when I woke up. I wasn’t thinking. Not that that’s an acceptable reason. Shit. I’m sorry. I am so stupid.” Harry pulls his hair with tight fists, a deep frown marring his features. “I understand if you want to leave.”
Louis turns to face Harry and places a soothing hand on Harry’s hip. “Why would I leave? I’m not mad.”
Harry’s mouth drops open in surprise. “You’re not?”
“I would have thought that was obvious,” he says glancing down to his own hard dick tenting his boxers.
Harry’s eyes follow Louis’. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Louis pats Harry’s thigh and slides out of the bed. “Now get dressed so we can go to dinner. I’m starving over here.”
~~*~~
Music thrums around them, loud and enticing. Gemma, Harry, and Louis join the dancers on the dance floor, fighting their way through the sweaty bodies to the center. The song changes, and a cheer resounds around him. Louis watches Harry and Gemma begin to dance to “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”. It’s obvious that they choreographed the routine when they were much younger, but the smiles and laughter that accompany them are very much in the present.
