Tan Lines

This story does not belong to me, I simply want to share it. Credit to the owner and creator.
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"I am not rubbing lotion on you." Louis pouted at him.

"Please, Hazza. I don't want to burn!"

Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't think he'd ever seen Louis sunburnt in his life, he always just turned a more delicious tan and it made Harry endlessly jealous. At least, that's what he told Liam whenever he caught him staring at Louis sunbathing.

"Har-ry! You don't want me to be in pain, do you?" Louis whined, batting his eyelashes up at him.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, taking in the bronze expanse of Louis' back to where it curved upward under his shorts. He knew he couldn't deny Louis anything, especially when he was gazing up at him so beseechingly, but he would probably have to recite Shakespeare's poetry in his head to keep himself under control.

"Fucking fine." he sighed, pushing himself off of his lounger. "Do you have lotion?" Louis' eyes lit up happily and he fumbled on the floor beside him for the bottle.

"Thanks, Haz." he smiled, chucking the bottle to him and resting his head on his arms.

Harry examined the instructions on the bottle of 'Tan and Protect' sunscreen as he shuffled over to Louis' side, raising an eyebrow when he realised something was missing.

"Hey, Lou, guess what." "What?" "There's no warning about how it's external use only. You could eat this stuff." Harry chuckled.

"Do I look like Niall? Just get on with it, babe." Louis mumbled, burying his face between his folded arms.

Harry shrugged and flipped open the lid. He squeezed a dollop onto his palm and rubbed his hands together, before taking a deep breath to brace himself. He carefully placed one hand on Louis' shoulder blade, hoping he could keep as north as possible and purposely turning his body away from where things got more... curvaceous.

He pulled his hand away when Louis jumped under his touch. "Sorry, is it too cold?"

Louis turned his head to the side to look up at him. "No, it's just... what are you doing?"

Harry looked down at him confusedly. "I'm rubbing sunscreen on your back, like you asked." he said slowly.

Louis smirked sassily back at him. "Well you're not doing it properly. You have to get up on the lounger so you can really work it in."

Harry swallowed thickly and ran a cursory glance down the long chair, knowing that there was clearly no room for both of them. He also knew that it was no use pointing this out, because, in situations like this, Louis was always unknowingly hell-bent on undoing him. "But..." he started helplessly. "Come on, Haz. You're getting the best seat in the house." he urged, wiggling his bum impishly as he said it.

That certainly wasn't helping, but the part of Harry that wanted nothing more than to plant himself on that divine arse was the same part that controlled his legs and he found himself effectively straddling his best friend. It was a comfy seat to be fair. "It's a good job you're so slim." Louis mused. "Now you can do your job properly."

Harry sighed to himself and replaced his lotioned hands on his best friend's body, still trying to keep as much to the shoulder blade region as he could. He slicked it evenly over the warm skin, reciting Sonnet 130 silently to keep his wonder away from how Louis managed to keep his skin so soft.

He had just gotten to his mistress' breath when he heard Louis grunt something unintelligibly. "What?" Louis lifted his head off of his arms. "Get all of my back, you knob." he repeated.

"Oh, y-yeah alright." Harry stuttered, sliding his hands a little lower. "You're getting a bit dry there too. Need more lotion." Louis ordered.

"Such a diva." Harry muttered, squeezing some directly onto the middle of Louis' back.

He yelped in surprise and Harry giggled, spreading the cool lotion around a bit to warm it up. His hands slid smoothly over the planes of Louis' back and Shakespeare was now the last thing on his mind as the lotion made his hands slip down the sides where the flesh was softer. He ran his hands slowly up and down, reasoning that he was just being thorough, and was glad that Louis wasn't protesting. He drew his hands back over onto Louis' back before sliding them down again, tucking his fingers underneath his body to feel the endearingly soft belly. He pulled out quickly, unsure as to whether he was making Louis uncomfortable or not, but the bum he was sitting on gave an indignant wiggle beneath him and he knew it was okay.

He squirted a little more lotion onto his hands, dipping his fingers into the small of Louis' back and poking his pinky fingers into the dimples a couple times to earn himself more wiggles. He innocently spread the lotion up his spine, but he couldn't resist gliding his hands down and under Louis' sides to rub little circles into his stomach. Louis purred in satisfaction as he rubbed the lotion where his fingers poked underneath and it made Harry's heart flutter.

He dared dipping a little bit lower, not enough to be accused of feeling him up, but enough to feel the jut of his hipbones. It gave him a thrill to touch his best friend like this and he might have felt guilty for taking advantage if Louis didn't keep giving those little sighs of contentment. In fact, if Harry closed his eyes he could pretend that those sighs were something else...

Harry jolted, suddenly very aware of the arousal growing in his own shorts and that if he leant forward slightly, Louis would be sure to become aware of it too. He cleared his throat and clapped his hands together.

"Right, all done!" he croaked, damning his voice to hell.

Louis whined pitifully beneath him, turning his face to the side and pouting. "Don't stop now, Haz. It's so relaxing." Harry snorted to himself and looked down to where the outline of his cock was beginning to show through his shorts against his thigh. It was anything but relaxing.

"I've rubbed it all in all over your back though, Lou. Job's a good one." he said, hoping there was finality in his voice.