Louis is in the middle of brushing his teeth the next morning when he hears it; a loud, booming crack of thunder accompanied by howling wind and rain beating against the window. Almost as soon as he walks back into the room, a flash of lightening bursts across the sky. His eyebrows furrow as he clicks the tv on to check the weather. Apparently there’s some kind of massive storm moving over Leeds that’s supposed to continue pretty much all day. Louis picks his mobile up from the bed and checks the time, the clouds too dark outside to make an accurate guess. He glances over to the bed when he hears Harry mumble groggily as another clap of thunder sounds.
“What time is it?” His voice is rough, thick with sleep.
“Half past eight.”
“Jesus, Lou,” he wipes at his eyes, “How do you get up so early?”
Louis laughs lightly. “It’s not that early.”
Harry only grunts and makes his way out of the bed. Louis hears the bathroom door open from where he’s digging around in his suitcase to pull on fresh clothes. Since they’ve both been sleeping in Louis’ bed, Harry’s has become a designated wardrobe of sorts, their suitcases laid on top of it with clothes strewn about haphazardly. Louis thinks half of his things are probably mixed in with Harry’s by now. He doesn’t feel like sorting it out, so he pulls on the first clean shirt he can reach. It’s white and a little big on him but he shrugs, too lazy to change. He pads over to the bathroom and slips into the half-way open door. Harry glances at him through the mirror as he cleans his teeth.
Another loud smack of thunder reverberates through the room and Louis shivers a bit.
He moves in behind Harry and places his hands on the boy's bare sides, letting them roam around the flat of his belly slowly. Harry sways back into him and Louis presses his mouth against Harry's upper back once before tucking his head on Harry's shoulder. Louis isn’t sure where they stand with this yet – touching just to touch. Sometimes he isn’t sure how far he should push but he can’t always help himself. But Harry doesn’t shy away, only bites his cheeks to keep from smiling. Louis relaxes.
"Hey, that's mine!" Louis squawks, gesturing to the opened tube of toothpaste on the counter. Harry only smirks at him shamelessly in the mirror, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. He leans down to wash his mouth out and when he straightens, Louis can only stare with hooded eyes at how red and wet his lips are.
He dips his head to swipe his lips against the skin connecting Harry’s neck and shoulder. Harry leans back into him, turning his face into Louis’ hair. Louis’ teeth graze against Harry’s throat and Harry groans softly, turning around completely then and walking Louis into the wall behind them.
Louis lets Harry control the pace, quick and then slow, agonizing. He moves to Louis’ neck, sucking gently but hard enough that it will probably leave a mark. Louis can’t find the will to care. He looks at their reflections in the mirror, the sight of Harry’s body almost completely covering his, muscles moving in his back as he twists and dips to mouth at Louis’ skin.
Louis’ almost overwhelmed by it, the way his hands look tangled in Harry’s hair and sliding down his back. He looks until he can’t anymore, until Harry is dragging him away, pulling his face back to kiss his mouth again.
After a few minutes, Harry breaks the kiss briefly, head dipping down between their bodies, “Is this mine…?” His hands are fisting into Louis’ shirt. He looks up then and Louis only smirks.
“I can take it off if you want.” But Harry’s blushing and shaking his head fast, lips connecting with Louis’ again swiftly. Louis laughs breathily against his mouth, letting himself be pulled back in.
