That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 9

There'd been a brief few moments in New York with Harry when Louis had felt all the weight lifted off his shoulders, the ennui Paris burned into him had completely eased. Something else now filled the hole it had left, though. Louis could feel himself weigh heavier as he sat up in bed. A Hollywood hotel suite with a naked teenage boy was not where a man in his thirties should be waking up.

There wasn't really anywhere else he'd rather be, though.

Linda's message came through, ever-reliable, at 5am. Optional team breakfast @ hotel restaurant, 8am. Meet in lobby at 12pm for tour bus / cars to Universal City Walk.

Louis locked his phone screen and tossed it aside as he got out of bed, heading for the bathroom. Harry had awoken too; Louis saw his green eyes peer under the duvet in the direction of his crotch. Harry groaned, sitting up.

When Louis returned from the bathroom, Harry was knelt upright on the floor, hands folded on the mattress, head bent in prayer and his pajama pants tented impressively with this morning's waking erection. As Louis got closer, he heard Harry softly reciting the Lord's prayer.

Something about the sight pinched Louis in his chest. Harry looked so obedient there, palms flat together, head bent forward in reverence, completely ignoring his own erection. With his halo of brown curls he looked like the children you see drawn in picture books, obediently saying prayers with their folded hands up on the bed each morning and night.

Harry had never been that obedient for Louis, especially not when he was hard – he'd turn into a squirming, whimpering mess until Louis dealt with it. Which Louis didn't mind at all, he liked being needed by Harry. He loved when Harry was hard and Harry's urgent desperation was so hot.

This display of servitude was something completely different... and just as intoxicating.Harry wasn't supposed to start the day with god. He was supposed to start the day with Louis.

It was ridiculous to be jealous of god, because Louis didn't believe god existed. But Harry did, and Harry was kneeling for god. Instead of in front of Louis.

That wasn't okay. It really should have been, but it wasn't. Louis had hated seeing Harry fit in with his family and now he hated seeing Harry belonging to god – Harry was Louis', and Louis needed to remind him of that.

Louis stood with his feet either side of Harry's calves on the floor. He bent one knee forward, gently but deliberately, to meet Harry's back. Harry stopped praying. He didn't turn around but he leant his head to the side, questioning. Louis kept pushing his knee against Harry's spine, guiding him forward, until Harry's front was against the side of the mattress.

“Yeah?” Louis checked.

“What are you-” Harry began to ask. Louis cut him off with a firm push of his knee, pressing Harry's hips into the mattress, sandwiching his cock between his belly and the bed.

Harry let out a soft moan, then took a deep breath in. “Oh. I - um, yeah,” Harry said quietly, still not looking up.

“Keep going, then,” Louis said.

Harry closed his eyes and opened his lips. “Our father, who art in hea-” He stopped with a sharp breath as Louis pushed his knee even harder into Harry's lower back, causing Harry to squeeze his cock as firmly as possible into the side of the mattress. Louis just paused there, keeping the pressure steady, thinking about Harry growing harder from Louis' touch. Louis was in control here, Louis was what Harry would remember from this morning. Not god.

Harry swallowed and then continued. “Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.”

Louis began to nudge at Harry, making him rock on his knees. It can't have been comfortable but Harry did it for Louis, his head tipping back and fourth just slightly to keep up with the movement of his body. Harry kept praying out loud, his voice becoming less even with every line, taking bigger breaths in each pause.