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

Chapter 13

“Hey, Louis?” Harry asked, over breakfast inside their biggest blanket fort yet.

“Mm-hm?” Louis responded through a mouth of Lucky Charms. Harry couldn't believe Louis had never tried them before – he'd moaned in ecstasy and thrown the box out of the fort, "Why do you make me eat these things, 'Arry? Don't even tell me how much sugar is in these!" before starting on his second bowl.

“Can I ask you something?”“Of course.” Louis' voice was a little hoarse, but it didn't seem to be in discouragement.

Harry chewed on his lip, daring himself to say the question. “Facials?” he managed very quietly. He thought he could feel himself blushing a little.

“Quoi? Speak up mon petit,” Louis encouraged, smiling over his bowl of cereal, curious.

“What's a facial?” Harry repeated, louder this time.

“Like...?”

“I saw it online.” Harry could definitely feel himself blushing. “Same website that... you know... the video of you was on.”

“Ah.” Louis looked away, a little embarrassed himself.“So what is it?” Harry asked, kneeling up. “What's a facial?”

“Well, it's...” Louis pondered it for a split-second and then started laughing so hard he had to put his bowl down on the floor.

“What's so funny?” Harry protested. “I don't know what it is, tell me!”“Give it a rest!” Louis grinned, shaking with laughter. “You do too know! You've had one!” “I have not!” Harry cried out in surprise... Had he?

Louis calmed himself down, resting a hand on his stomach to still his laughter. “It's when somebody comes on your face, 'Arry,” he said sheepishly, mouth tight as it fought off a huge grin. His voice was even raspier after laughing.

“Oh,” Harry said slowly. “Oh.”Louis started laughing again. “You got a facial in LA, you got a facial in L-AAA!” he huskily sung.

“I'll give you a facial!” Harry threatened, tackling Louis down to the ground. The half-full bowl of cereal got tipped over, spilling milk on the floor where they were play-wrestling. It was cold and wet and soaking into the knee of Harry's pants and Harry didn't care, because Louis was kneading at his thighs and digging his prickly chin into Harry's neck, trying to trap him in close.

 “Oh really?” Louis said, his hands coming to tickle Harry's sides. “Reckon you've got good enough aim for that?”

“Probably not!” Harry squealed with laughter, trying to get out of his grip. “Might get it in your hair!”

“Not my hair! You wouldn't dare.” Louis pulled his hands back, surrendering in mock-fear.

“Would too. I'm not scared of you.” Harry kissed Louis, who tasted like Lucky Charms, all sweet and milky. The second round of their play-wrestling began and someone's legs got too tangled in a hanging sheet and the whole blanket fort fell down on top of them.

Louis leant up a bit, propping the sheet up so he could look down at Harry. “We've made a right mess,” he admitted, but he was smiling. “Bedsheets and cereal all over the dining room floor.”

“I like it,” Harry declared. “My parents would never let me do this at home, not even if I cleaned it up right away. I feel like I get to do whatever I want with you.”

“Whatever you want,” Louis assured him.

Harry pulled at the sheet draped over Louis to bring him in closer. “You know that video of yours?”