Louis' Babysitter

Chapter two;

Sorry for the long update. This is gonna be a very short part and this story will also be short.
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Louis' got his head on the armrest of the couch, laying sideways, with one foot on the floor and one foot tucked up by his bum, his knee bent and resting against the back of the couch. They've just finished a movie that Louis paid almost no attention to because Harry's much more interesting to watch.

"I don't need a babysitter, you know," he says, frowning. "My mum's being ridiculous. I can take care of myself, I'm not a child."

Even though he doesn't want Harry to go, not at all, he wants him to know he's not a fucking kid. He's not a baby that needs sitting.

"From what I hear, it sounds like you do need a babysitter," Harry says, smirking. "But not because you're a child."

Louis pouts and Harry drops his hand from where it's been resting on the back of the couch to squeeze Louis' knee. And he supposes someone should have told Harry how much Louis likes being touched, how a simple thing like a knee squeeze is enough to get his blood pumping a little faster.

"How many boys have fucked you, Louis?" Harry asks, head tilted to the side, almost like he's concerned, but Louis can't quite read his expression.

"A fair few, I guess," Louis responds, shrugging. "But I use condoms and stuff, so it's not like it's a big deal."

Harry's silent for a minute, hand still on Louis' knee, and Louis really wishes he'd move it, squeeze some more, so he could feel it. The warmth is nice, though, makes him feel calm. Finally, Harry sighs, looking back into Louis' eyes.

"Louis, you don't need to give it up to anyone who asks. You've got such a nice body, you should be a little pickier about who you give it to."

Mostly, Louis just hears Harry telling him he's got a nice body. There was some other stuff in there, too, but he's not entirely sure he cares about any of that. It takes him a long moment to remember that other stuff, but when he does, he frowns.

"I just like being touched," he says quietly. "Is that bad?"

"Touched?" Harry asks. "Like, just sexually or like the way I'm touching your knee?"

He squeezes Louis' knee again and it wouldn't be so hot if his legs weren't spread open for Harry, but they are and it is. And he feels his cock swelling just a bit.

"Doesn't matter. I like being touched anywhere, everywhere," he says, wishing Harry would give him more.

But then Harry takes his hand away completely and Louis pouts at that, wanting it back so badly, wanting Harry's big hands on him.

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Told you it'll be short. Any way, hoped you enjoyed this chapter! xx