With Lips Like Fire He Burns Me

15. You Keep Burning Me Up With All Your Love

After Louis was too sedated and fucked out to move, Harry went into the bathroom to retrieve a wet rag. He cleaned up Louis first delicately, then himself, and shucked the dirty rag in the laundry basket. Their first time had been a compilation of three times in total.

Harry crawled back into the comfort of the bed and pulled Louis against him, spooning him from behind and sighing against Louis' shoulder, smiling when Louis sighed just as contently.

It made Harry's heart ache. All of it. He finally had his perfect boy in his arms, everything he ever dreamed of and more and yet he couldn't stop his thoughts from going a thousand miles a minute. He tended to ruin a lot of good things in life. He hoped Louis wasn't one of them.

Harry sighed and linked his legs with Louis', so tired that he finally managed to drift off to sleep despite his racing mind.

When Harry woke to in the morning, he felt disoriented for a moment. But then he realized it hadn't been a dream at all and he really had kissed Louis, laid him down, opened him up slowly until he was panting he was ready and fucked him into the mattress so long and deep; tight and wet and so fucking perfect.

Harry kissed Louis' shoulder blade, fondness warming him everywhere. He was careful to disentangle Louis' heavy limbs from around his body to roll out of bed. He froze halfway to the door when Louis stirred and mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, but then he stilled. Harry shut the door behind himself with a quiet click.

Harry went straight to the refrigerator and poured himself a tall glass of ice cold water to quench his thirst. He was surprised to find that Niall was up at this early hour, plugging in a Wii controller and settling himself on the floor despite there being a comfortable sofa behind him. Harry set his empty glass down and strolled to the living room, a skip in his step and far too happy even for a morning person. He was itching to spill the good news to Niall.

I had sex with Louis Tomlinson!

Harry sat down on the sofa, drumming his fingers on his knees and waiting impatiently for Niall to point out the several love bites marring his skin.

"Mornin', Niall."

"G'morning, Harry," Niall said without looking at him.

Harry frowned. He shimmied off the sofa until his arse landed on the floor next to Niall. He crossed his legs and cleared his throat loudly, pointedly looking at Niall. It was only a matter of time before Niall noticed.

"Anything new happen today?"

"Nope," Niall answered dismissively, his pale blue eyes focused on the television screen. "You?"

"One can say that," Harry said smugly.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Finally, Niall looked away from his game of virtual golf, his eyes falling on Harry's face then flickering to his red marks. His eyes lit up incredulity and he reached out a hand to poke at one of them. Harry squirmed away. "Oh! Is that—"

"Yup."

Niall smiled and cocked his head.

"Who gave it to you?"

Louis did! tingled on the tip of Harry's tongue, but he decided to play with Niall a little.

"You'll never guess."

Harry raised his eyebrows for a beat and smirked, his dimple deepening.

"Definitely not Louis," Niall said with a snort, then turned away to resume his game.

Harry's eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

"Why do you say that?"

"One, he's straight," Niall explained, counting on his fingers. Lower, he sighed, "Or so he says." In his normal bright voice, he continued, "Two, you and Louis wouldn't be good together and three, he's in fact, straight."