This Feels A Lot Like Love

5. My Friends Won't Love Me Like You

Late hours into the night, the locker room was empty save for harsh breaths and digging fingertips. Harry pushed Louis up against the wall of lockers, making sure his head didn't slam into the wall. He very much valued Louis' life, thank you very much.

Harry licked eagerly into Louis' mouth, all signs of patience gone. He was pressing steadying hands to Louis' waist, bucking up his hips against Louis' smaller frame. Louis moaned into Harry's mouth, so pliant and relaxed under his fingertips. He wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, his feet dangling in the air. Harry had forgotten how small Louis was since he made up for his short height by his loud personality and even louder mouth. He bit back a smirk at the realization. Louis stopped kissing him when he felt Harry's smiling lips pressed to his own bereft of kissing him.

"What's so funny?" Louis breathed against Harry's lips.

"Nothing." Harry shrugged his shoulders, a sly smile curling his lips. "You're just so small."

Harry pinched the air beside his head with two fingers to convey his point.

"I'll have you know," Louis huffed out. "I'm 5'9."

"Sure you are, babe," Harry commented, pecking Louis' lips once. "And I have straight hair."

Louis scrunched his nose at the term of endearment. He wasn't keen on PDA, so Harry bit back his tongue in order to not gush out any more lovey dovey nicknames. He placed his hands on Harry's hips, searching in his luminous green eyes. Harry wasn't sure what Louis was looking for.

Harry brightened up with an idea, his fingers snapping and pushing Louis down on the bench. Louis complied easily while Harry dug through the contents of his backpack. He produced a rope and a silk tie. He whipped them around in the air, Louis following Harry's movements in a rapt gaze.

"What's all this for then?" Louis asked, curiosity pinging his voice.

"To have fun of course." Harry settled on his haunches and placed his hands on Louis' knees. "I want you to tie me up and blindfold me. The deal was a surprise."

"Okay," Louis slowly said, unsure. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, of course he asked, because he was a sweetheart in bed and never wanted to intentionally hurt him even though Harry sometimes asked for it harder, bridging towards pain.

"I've wanted this for a long time, Lou," Harry admitted quietly.

Harry presented the items into Louis' open palms. Louis took them, eyeing them suspiciously. His eyes raced back and forth Harry's face, gauging his expression and looking for any signs of discomfort.

At seeing only hooded eyes and slicked lips, Louis shakily said, "Okay," and slipped the tie through Harry's loose curls.

Fingertips worked a knot at the back of Harry's head, securing the blindfold tight. Harry licked his lips and presented his hands to Louis, his wrists pressed together at the base. He felt the rough glide of the rope as Louis knotted it firmly in and out of his wrists. Louis patted Harry's hands when he deemed he was done.

"Now what?" Louis asked patiently.

"I want you to slap me," Harry said.

"What?" Louis asked, his voice colored shocked.

"I want you to slap me," Harry repeated. "I want you to sit there and slap me until my cheeks are blotchy and red. I want you to slap me until I'm on the verge of crying. I want you to strike me until I'm begging for you to come inside my mouth. I—Louis, I know it's weird. Believe me, I know. But I want this with you. I trust you. And I know that it might be too much and you can untie me if it is, but I trust you. I only show myself to you. Not anybody else. I get it if it's too weird and I'm being weird and this whole thing is weird—" Harry rushed out in one breath, not pausing to take in sucks of air between shaky words.