The Rusty Old Minivan

Chapter 23

Louis chuckled down at Freddie's chubby little face. Freddie made a spit-bobble in response. It burst and ran down his chin, to which he reacted with a grunt and a highly dissatisfied grimace. Louis tugged his sleeve over his wrist and wiped it up for him, tutting fondly.

"Want me to take him?" Lottie asked, standing by the side of the bed with Ernest on one arm and Doris wrapped around her ankle. "I'm taking these two downstairs for some breakie anyway."

"Thanks, love, don't know what I would do without you," Louis said, handing the baby over carefully, "and don't forget to heat the formula before you feed him."

"Uhm, do I look like I've recently suffered a stroke?"

"No?"

"Good. So then I probably won't forget to heat it," she replied, dragging the kids toward the door, "exactly like I didn't forget the past ten billion times I fed Freddie. Arse."

She left with all the little ones, closing the door behind her. From downstairs, Louis could hear the unmistakable sounds of Chace yelling at Fizzy over something which involved either a) mess, b) stealing, c)cursing or d)a, b, c and the entire rest of the alphabet. Phoebe and Daisy had to have gone downstairs too, because when Louis glanced at their mattress, it was empty.

For the first time in days, he and Harry were left alone in the room together.

Harry was wrapped around Louis from behind, arms locked tight around his stomach. His breathing was heavy like he could still be asleep, but his nose was beginning to wake, flapping and nuzzling around the nape of Louis' neck.

"Babe," Louis reached a hand back to ruffle him gentle, "baby."

"Mhm," Harry grunted, "m'up... m'up... m'awake..."

Louis chuckled, rolling onto his back to cup Harry's puffy face and look in the eyes once he finally managed to open them. "Morning."

Harry smiled drowsily, like stoned out of his mind, and dragged a hand up to fix Louis' fringe out of his eyes. "Morning, beautiful."

It came out so eyebrow-wagglingly sappy that Louis had to pinch him for it. Harry gave him a light slap in return and Louis seized the opportunity to catch his hand by the mouth and bite on his fingers.

They rolled around in the sheets for a bit after that, half-wrestling and half-hugging.

When Harry was too morning-tired to keep going, he let Louis mount him and pin his wrist to the mattress. "Always win," Louis grinned, "you're so fucking weak, you know that?"

Harry just laughed. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry you've gotten such a weak lazy lard for a boyfriend."

"Should dump you and find a proper big muscle-man like myself."

"You should. Pump steroids and cocks with him in the gym showers."

"That does sound hot," Louis murmured lowly, leaning down to slide his lips over Harry's. "I'll settle for you right now, though."

Harry grabbed Louis arse then, so forcefully that Louis squeaked against his lips. "God, I wanna fuck you right now."

"Mhm?" Louis slid his hand down to knead at Harry's bulge, "like me to ride you?"

Harry's hands tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh of Louis' arse-cheeks as he gave a low growling sound. "Like to flip you over and fuck you face-down."

"Always gotta be on top," Louis mused, slipping his hand under the waistband of Harry's boxers to wrap around his cock.

Harry nipped at Louis' mouth to get a kiss, but Louis averted it, cheekily. He tried again, twice, then gave a childish whine. "Lou-eh."