The Rusty Old Minivan

Chapter 20

The morning-light was coming in through the blinds, mild against Harry's milky skin. Over his shoulder, Louis could catch a glimpse of the clock; the kids would be getting up in less than half an hour. Louis and Harry hadn't slept a single one that night.

Harry was on his back, watching the ceiling. Louis was on his side, watching him.

They hadn't been quiet for a second all night. Now, neither had spoken for minutes.

Louis broke the silence, timidly, "is there anything else you want to ask me? Anything."

Harry's soft rosy lips pressed together a little, his eyebrows scrunching in thought. Louis wanted to touch him and kiss him and wrap himself up in him completely. He didn't move though, because as much as he wanted to be close with Harry, he couldn't bear the thought of Harry not wanting him back. At this point, he wasn't sure whether Harry would even want to touch him again.

"I, uhm," Harry said, the sound of his voice like a small electric shock to Louis' body. "I don't understand why you felt like you couldn't tell me."

It wasn't really ever a matter of 'couldn't'. "I could," Louis said, moving just a little bit closer, warily, "I could tell you. I just didn't want to. Because, then," then you might look at me the way that I used to myself, "then that might change things. Between us."

Harry shifted onto his side. His eyebrows were furrowed. Louis couldn't figure out whether he was confused or just irritated. "It makes sense that you'd do what you did," he said, "what the hell else could you have done?"

Louis snorted dryly. "Taken more shifts at Frank's."

"You couldn't have, though."

"Could've not sold my arse for a living. Think I could've found something just a tad less pathetic than that."

Harry sighed. Louis couldn't look at him, hadn't been able to since last night.

He focused his gaze on Harry's sternum-tattoo instead, following the lines of it with his finger.

Slowly, Harry's hand wrapped around the back of Louis' head, fingers moving into his hair. He pulled Louis a little closer, hooked one leg over his hip and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then another to his temple. One to his cheekbone. The side of his mouth. His jaw. Down his neck.

Louis let himself be rolled onto his back and Harry fit himself between his legs. Harry rolled his hips against Louis', slowly getting them both hard. He kissed under Louis' jaw, dragged his lips down his throat, lightly enough to make his hairs raise. Licked into the hollows of his collarbones and pulled on the thin skin on them with his teeth.

They humped each other like teenagers, snogging each-other's moans quiet. Louis' pants got pulled off till they were just hanging off one of his ankles, his legs hitched up around Harry's waist. Harry's cock kept poking out through his pants, wet at the tip and catching on Louis' rim whenever he got too eager.

Eventually, he threw a hand out for the bottle of lube they'd never gotten to use last night, and muttered, "gonna put it in" against Louis' neck.

"Romantic," Louis snorted, but hitched his heels further up Harry's back to help him gain access. "Be- oh God, warn a guy," he hissed when Harry pushed in. "Arsehole."

"Sorry," Harry chuckled breathily, "sorry, baby."

"S'okay. Be quick, was what I was gonna say."

"M-hm."

Louis pressed his heels down on Harry's arse to push him in further and in one smooth movement he bottomed out completely. Louis couldn't stop himself from groaning out loud and hissing, "bloody fuck, you're big."