Blinded Horizons [L.S.]

Chapter Six

Louis stirred awake from his sleep with a groan.

Only one of his eyes peered open gradually as he found himself shifting in his position on the bed. The first thing he saw was the room wall, now lit up by the natural light from outside that filtered in through the portholes of the cabin.

From his movement, he became aware of the fact Harry’s arms were still holding him as usual whenever they slept with one another.

His grip wasn’t as firm as it normally was, and when he found himself with enough motivation, the prince managed to turn himself onto his other side in order to face the younger male.

Harry’s eyes were still closed and his face looked at relative peace, something that would make anyone believe he was truly sleeping especially given the fact his breathing was evened out.

Not allowing himself to be fooled, Louis hummed lightly as he allowed one of his hands to reach up and run a hand through Harry’s messy set of curls. “Good morning, Curly.” He greeted in a deeper, hoarser voice than he thought would come out.

He paused briefly, his other hand moving to his mouth before he attempted to clear his throat.

Harry remained silent but despite this, Louis persisted in letting his hands play with the other’s hair idly.

Their actions from last night threatened to envelope his mind causing the brunet to experience a brief shiver to run through his body at the thought of Harry’s mouth being around his cock once again. The two of them hadn’t touched one another so intimately since around the time Louis had first come onboard.

That felt like eternities ago.

Especially now that he’d barely gotten a taste of what sex with Harry was like, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he wanted to get it all.

His self control could only take him so far and he had to remind himself that his wants weren’t the only thing to place into the equation. He’d have to keep in mind that Harry’s feelings were also being bargained and with each intimate touch they shared was just a moment of pleasure for Louis, for Harry it probably had emotional feelings that only paralleled with a mess of confusion on Louis’s part.

He wondered how many times he’d have to have this thought process with himself before he found out what he felt for Harry and how he wanted to feel for him.

It seemed like every time he thought it over, it was the same thing on repeat and he never got anywhere and he just stayed exactly where he started.

It really wasn’t fair for Harry.

As much as he knew that, he didn’t know why he couldn’t just come up with something to appease the both of them accordingly.

Though he couldn’t help but get the feeling that while on the whole few month ‘adventure’ they had that was only just beginning, something either good or bad was going to come out of it all.

His hand brushed some of Harry’s hair from his eyes and his action visibly caused the pirate discomfort as his shut eyelids gave what appeared to be a cringe.

Trying not to snort, Louis removed his hand and instead placed it beneath his head to give his head some more leverage aside from his pillow, “You really need to wash your hair.” He stated simply.

“Good morning to you too.” Harry’s voice roughly rumbled out, his morning voice making his voice even lower than Louis thought physically possibly that he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Harry’s full face remained mostly obscure after he turned to push his face into his pillow. His only visible eye cracked open at Louis tiredly as his lips pulled upward slightly at him, “Most people get ‘Good morning’ or ‘I love you’ when they wake up to someone they love. I get ‘Your hair is dirty, wash it.’”