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

Chapter 16

Harry lay down on the bed on his stomach, still completely naked. He folded his arms in front of him, resting his face to the side.

“Close your eyes,” Louis said. “If you want, I mean.”

“Thank goodness I don't have to look at your ugly face any more,” Harry joked, obligingly shutting his eyes.

“I'm beautiful,” Louis said, completely self-assured. If anything, Harry considered that an understatement.

Louis straddled Harry just below his bum; Harry could feel the fabric of Louis' pants on his bare legs.

“You can take off your clothes too, if you want,” Harry offered, eyes still shut.

“Merde,” Louis breathed, but he got off. When he returned, Harry could feel Louis' bare bum on the skin of his thighs.

Harry heard the click of a bottle, and then Louis' hands were smoothing liquid all over Harry's back.

“What's that?”

“Massage oil. It's mostly coconut oil,” Louis said. “There's some cocoa butter in it, and just a little bit of peppermint oil – that's what makes it feel kind of cool.”

“It's nice,” Harry commented, because it was. It smelled nice and it felt nice and - “It's edible,” Louis said softly.Oh.

“You have the nicest skin,” Louis said while working his hands over the middle of Harry's back. It ached in a really good way, like Harry hadn't realised just how tense he was until Louis began working out the knots.

“Nah. I get pimples on my back sometimes,” Harry dismissed.“A sixteen-year-old with pimples.” Louis laughed softly above him. “Who would have thought.

They're gorgeous. Your skin's still beautiful. You're beautiful, t'es tellement beau.” Harry swallowed. His heart felt a little fiery in his chest.

He'd gotten 'cute' from people before, his mom sometimes called him 'handsome', but Louis was the first person to ever call Harry beautiful.

Louis leant forward to kiss Harry's shoulder. Harry felt Louis' cock, really very hard, nudging against one of Harry's butt cheeks.

It wasn't a conscious decision. Harry's body just acted. He lifted his ass up off the bed to meet Louis' cock. And – well - a moan escaped his lips.

“You seeing how hard you've got me?” Louis said sternly into Harry's ear – like it was a bad thing, like Harry was naughty for getting Louis hard.

Harry liked it when Louis talked that way. Harry nodded, keeping his eyes shut.

Harry felt Louis' weight drop a bit, his cock pressing in even harder to Harry's flesh. “Feel that?” Louis prompted.

“Yes.”

“You like it?”

“Yes!” Harry squeaked.

Louis' hips rocked, pressing harder then backing off, repeating it a few times while he kissed soft lips up Harry's neck.

If Harry wasn't mistaken, he could feel a small amount of precome getting smeared over his left ass cheek.

Which, when you considered the potentially large damp spot Harry could feel on the bed below his own cock, was absolutely fine.

Louis' hips stopped moving, and when he spoke again his tone was a bit different. “This is all right, 'Arry, yes?”

“Yes.”

“And you'll tell me if it's not, promise?”

“Yes,” Harry insisted. “You can tell I like it, can't you?”