heavenly hell //larry smut (boyxboy)

realising

I'm scratching my forehead, my sweaty fingers running over both sides of my head as I shake it in disbelief.
I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?
My knees suddenly feel like pudding. I stood up and felt the influence of all the tequila shots I've been having before and instantly regret drinking this much. It was just now that I realised I've been just standing there in the centre of the circle and haven't moved one bit, when Louis took me by the hand. Slowly closing his eyes, smiling and nodding in an understanding way that shows me, I don't have to do anything I don't want to. Even though I already knew this, the look in his eyes made me calm. Whatever is going to happen, it will all be fine, I told myself trying not to give away how nervous I actually was. Smiling back at him I followed as he took the lead and headed straight to the big closet of Michaels bedroom. Opening both doors with both of his hands, leaving foggy marks on the mirrors. He made the first step inside. Everything seemed to become painfully slow. The actual hot air in the room felt cold against my hand where Louis' was touching mine just seconds ago.
And there I was. In the middle of a surprisingly almost empty closet. Apparently Michael doesn't even own too many clothes.
I jumped in surprise as I heard Louis speaking.
"Hazz, you know you don't have to do this, right? Who ever will come here to join you will understand if you're not willing to do anything too far ahead. And no one will judge you. I promise."
He calmly smiled at me, which made me smile in return, showing my dimples. And with that he reached behind the back of my head and covered my eyes with smooth fabric.
Because I knew all of Michael's outfits which were like only four different sets, I knew it was his dark blue tie. The one that hat little brighter dots on it. Louis tied it up on the side of my head and whispered, "I hope it will be me to join you here, so you don't have to be too scared." he softly stroke my cheek and left.
And it was only me.

It's dark. And hot. The itchy fabric around my head is scratching my nose. I'm usually not a claustrophobic kind of person. But when you're locked inside a closet, blindfolded and you don't know what's going to happen next, I guess it's OK to at least get a bit nervous.

Gosh can someone just please finally come in?!

Meanwhile outside the closet.

Louis bit his lower lip as he left the dark, fuggy closet remembering the sight of his best mate, blindfolded, probably nervous sweating back inside the darkness.
He really hoped he'll turn out to be the one sharing those seven intimate minutes with his pal. Just so the younger one wouldn't have to be in a situation in where he feels forced to to something he doesn't want to do. Just for his protection. Of course.
Oh who are we kidding?! He's been thinking about kissing those plum, full, soft, very pink lips of Harry's. It's not like he's gay or something... He's just, let's say.. Curious, yet lustfully desiring to touch the curly hair and soft skin. And those four nipples. Oh god how the thought of Harry having four nipples turned him on. He wondered if he's equally sensitive on each. If he'd squirm under his touch if he'd tickle, stroke, lick and bite all four of them. Exploring every centimeter of his friend's chest. He's shaven, that he knew. Hell they spend most their time together and know each other since 3 years. Of course he knows what the other one looks like naked. Especially because his friend seems to dislike wearing clothes, he runs around his house half naked, in just his boxers all the time.
A nervous twitch ran through his body as he sat down back in the circle of drunk people laughing.
Michael raised an eyebrow at him, winking. "What?" the older one asked. "Nothing. It's all good isn't it?" the red haired boy answered, his blue eyes staring deep into the other ones even blue-er irises.
"Perfect! Then let's spin it again." Louis says as he reached for the bottle to spin it. He kept staring at it, it seems like he is the only one who cared, as everyone else was looking some other place or talking to someone. It was just Michael looking hat him, while his eyes follows the circulation of the sheer bottle.
It began spinnt slower and slower and Louis became more nervous with every spin the bottle went past him. Everything went slow-motion as bottle came to its stop and Michael and Louis both stare at it with wide eyes and an open mouth, while everyone else was still laughing at something else, probably, and Calum continued flirting with Zoe what she obviously didn't like but the dark haired boy didn't seem to care.
"Well it's you then. That's fate I guess." the sound came out of Michael's direction but Louis was still transfixed and didn't realise anything going on around him until he felt a big warm hand on hin knee, he looked up into a spubbly face with blue eyes and bright red border of hair. "C'mon man! Go! Don't let the little one wait too long."
"Ye-yeah. Sure." he quickly shakes his head as if waking himself from a dream he's had and gets up, slowly wandering towards the closet.
"Have fun man!"
Okay! You can do it. It's all fine.
Louis thinks to himself, taking a deep breath. His hand shaking as he slowly opened the doors and entered the closet.
Laughter and giggles still audible through the wooden doors, there he was, face to face with his blindfolded, nervously shaking best friend, alone in a closet.

Harrys pov

The doors open and I can hear someone stepping in. My lips parted like I was about to speak, but no words are coming out.
I feel my muscles twitch when the other one laid his small hand on my shoulders. "Shh. It's fine hazz, don't worry, it's me." his voice was suddenly all clear, right beside my ear and I relaxed.
"Lou.." I manage to say quietly, the corners of my mouth raising a bit forming a little smile.
Within the same second I feel his, much smaller than mine, warm hand rest on my right cheek. My face followed the warmth, leaning against it. He starts to move his fingers tingling beneath my jawline and behind my ear. My heart is racing every beat comes faster than the one before. My mouth still slightly opened I let out a deep breath.
The little fingers moved to the back of my head, where the tie was tied up in a knot and his other hand followed, wiggling the knot trying to open it.
"aren't I supposed to stay blind? I thought that was the whole point of this.." I almost whisper.
"But I would like to see your beautiful eyes, and I thought it would make you less nervous, but if you wanna keep it on, then that's fine." he whispers back, fondling the hair at the back of my head. I another loud breath escaped my mouth.
"No, it's fine. You ca-" Wow! Did he just call me beautiful?! What the heck?!
"you can take it off" I hesitantly answer, still wondering if this is really happening and why I'm so nervous. He is my best friend, God damn it! Yes I did have some weird feelings in my stomach lately. Every time I look at him I can't help but smile, every time we touch a warm tingling runs through my body and I want nothing more than cuddle into his arms and wrap my whole body around him. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with him or something, does it? I'm no gay.. At least I think so..
With a swift move, the silk tie is removed from around my head. A blurry silhouette stands right in front of me. So close. How did I not notice how close he was?!
I can almost feel his breath on my face, that's how close he was.
My eyes are getting used to the lighting and his silhouette becomes clearer. His hands, that were still at the back of my head, begin moving again, petting my skin beneath my jawline. Another loud breath escaped my moth, well actually this one wasn't excused as a 'loud breath' anymore. I was a moan. He knows I love to be touched like this.
Through my half closed eyes I can see him biting his lower lip, but still smiling. I did the same and first lick, then bite my bottom lip. His thumb moves upwards to my cheek, stroking it. I close my eyes as he slowly moves his thumb closer and closer to my lips, finally touching them I automatically suck I a sharp breath, opening my eyes but shutting them right afterwards. Closing my lips again my lips are building some pressure and in the next second I'm kissing his thumb. My heart is about to break my chest.
He knows I've never kissed before. And he knew I wanted it to be special. He kept telling me to play spin the bottle and finally kiss someone, but I didn't want to lose my kiss-virginity at a stupid game. This here, right now I know it still is a stupid game but it feels different. And it's him. With him everything feels different. Special, more like.
Right here, right now, all I can think about is kissing Louis. Feeling his soft lips underneath mine, his taste on my tongue. I am in love with my best friend. And maybe I misinterpret this, but to me it seems that all signs point to him feeling the same.
The tension is becoming unbearable. His thumb still resting on my lips, he bites his own. I can't help but stare at the way his lower lips slips back from between his teeth. I swallow hard and open my lips a bit just to kiss his thumb again. Sticking my tongue out to reach his skin and nudge it shortly.
He slides his thumb downwards dragging my lower lip with it.
A throaty groan escapes his lips.
Did he just moan?!
His fingers travelling their way to the back of my Head. His fingers tingling through my hair is sending warm and cold chills trough my body. I roll my eyes to the back of my head, closing them. My head following his moving as a response.
As I open my eyes again, I see him standing even closer than before. Lips slightly partened, remains of saliva glistening like a layer of lipgloss, his pupils widened, making his ocean-blue eyes look darker. His face is moving closer to mine. We both close our eyes. I can feel his hot breath on my nose and lips, we're only inches apart. I bite my lip one last time to finally break down the barriers between us and kiss him.
*knock knock knock*
Before my head could follow the instructions from my brain, a knocking and Michaels voice interrupted us.
"Yo guys, time's up! Put your clothes back on and get out of the closet"
Michael yells, laughing at the double meaning of his last words.
Louis' and my body backing away, staring into each others eyes, trying to recover what had just almost happened.
I almost kissed my best friend. The one who is like a brother to me. The one I've had strange feelings for the last couple of months.
I almost kissed my crush.