Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 5

His skin felt soft under Harry's fingertips, quite the opposite of Harry's rough, calloused hands. It was obvious who worked physically and who used his brain more often then not.

Harry gently dragged the very ends of his fingertips across the palm of Louis' hand, biting his lip as he let his fingers dip into the curve of his wrist and encircle up to the ends of Louis' own fingers. He bit down on his bottom lip and slowly dragging his fingers up Louis' arm, his touch feather light, and let his fingers dance across the older mans collarbones.

His eyes flickered up to meet Louis', silently asking to go further and smiled when he got a small nod in return, moving his touch down his chest farther. His eyelashes fluttered lightly when the soft sound of Louis' breath reached his ears, and the gentle, wet sensation of Louis' lips mouthing at his jaw sent shivers down his spine. He hardly knew this man, except for his name and the fact that he made him feel emotions that he never thought were possible.

Harry moved his hands to the ends of his shirt and lifted it over his head, smirking as Louis' bare chest came into view, "You are so beautiful," he whispered slowly.

He pressed the palms of his hands flat to Louis' chest, spreading his fingers out and breathing shallowly. He shifted his body and moved into Louis' lap, his knees brushing the mans hips when he settled himself down to face him.

The two of them just sat facing each other, and letting their fingers wander. Not sexually; not even consciously. It just happened, and neither one was planning to stop it.

Harry leant down, and for a split second Louis was about to stop him, thinking he was doing something else, but didn't when he saw Harry press his ear to Louis' chest. The boy closed his eyes and waited for a moment, then the corners of his lips pulled upwards until the unmistakable land marks on his face indented in and created what Louis thought was possibly the cutest thing he's even seen in his life. He seemed to be thinking that exact thought a lot about the curly haired, dimpled florist that somehow walked into his life and put everything on halt.

Harry moved his head to the side some and pressed a delicate kiss to the mans golden skin just above where he guessed his heart was resting. Where his heart was beating fast for him, he liked to think.

Louis blushed and a soft laugh emitted his mouth, "I think this is going to be the only time I tell you this, but I really want to take those boots off you."

Harry's cheeks heated up as he clued in to what he was saying. He suddenly laughed quite loudly, his nose crinkling, "If you think I'm going to lay down with you-"

"Lay down with me, Harry,"

Harry gulped slightly and sat up some, looking at him as he pondered on what to do, "Listen, Louis, I've never really done with with a man before-"

"No, Harry. I don't want to have sex with you," he murmurs, reaching out to gently caress his cheek, "I just want to hold you."

Harry pressed in closer to the warmth of his hand, nuzzling up against him in a way that would seem cat-like to anyone else but to Louis it was a beautiful movement that only this boy could make look so natural. He watched the way Harry's thin lips curved up, so pink that it looked unnatural, and the way that the thick curls were pushed behind his ear because it kept getting in his face. Harry always had these little quirks about him and Louis was slowly picking up on them.

"Will have I have to take these gorgeous boots off in order to do that?" Harry giggled, playing with the small buckle.

Louis rolled his eyes and wrapped both arms around the boys waist, pulling him to lay down, "And to think that you didn't want to accept them only three days ago."