Mindreader (L.S.)

13.

After returning back home to the Tomlinson household, Harry and Louis decide to watch a movie in the livingroom while everyone else are preoccupied somewhere else. The boys discuss for quite some time, not being able to find a movie since Louis' extremely picky and the ones he actually wants to watch, Harry hates.

"What about titanic?" Louis asks with sparkles in his eyes since he loves titanic and has watched it so many times, but it still amazes him every time.

Harry makes a whining noice and frowns. "Titanic? Really? That's not even a good movie."

Louis' eyes widen at the knowledge and his hand flies to his mouth at the disrespect. "You take that back!" Louis screeches.

Harry just chuckles and crosses his arms while shaking his head.

"Take it back!" Louis insists again.

"I stand by my words." Harry shrugs, not budging.

Louis gasps at the boy and crawls into his lap to harass him until he changes his mind. Harry's stern facade breaks a little as his hands sneak around Louis' waist to secure the boy.

"I have never experienced such cruelty." Louis says incredulously, half joking, half serious, his arms flailing around. 

Harry snorts and leans forward to lick the tip of Louis' nose. "It's just cheesy, the ending's bad and it has a lot of flaws." Harry says, not sensing Louis' love for the movie.

Louis stares wide-eyed back at the curly haired boy and decides to just lie on him until he gives in, so he forces Harry down on the sofa, lying gently on top of him at first. "Take. It. Back." Louis says slowly with a forceful tone. Harry smiles mischievously back and shakes his head innocently.

To convince him, Louis slides one hand under Harry's shirt which was already lifted up a little, exposing his tanned stomach. Louis' hand searches around Harry's chest until his fingerpads find one of the nubs and Louis pinches Harry's nipple between his fingers. Harry shudders at the contact, that being one of his sweet spots which he can never resist.

"Changing your mind?" Louis smirks, but Harry manages to shakes his head, which takes a lot of effort, his body almost shaking because of Louis' actions. Louis looks challenging at Harry, one hand staying on Harry's chest while the other suddenly reaches down and then he's grabbing Harry's boner outside his already tight fitting pants.

"Louis!" Harry wants to protest, but it comes out as more of a sound of pleasure and suddenly Harry moans louder than anything Louis has ever heard, making Louis' own member grow as well.

Both boys know that there are people in practically every room in the house right now, but they don't give two fucks at the moment, too concentrated on each other and this moment.

"You like this?" Louis asks, fighting to contain his breath, it being totally out of control.

"Lou, please." Harry's taking shallow breaths, cheeks pink and eyes glossy with pleasure and pain at the same time, because his jeans are becoming very uncomfortable. Louis thinks Harry's the most beautiful boy he's ever laid eyes on.

"What?" Louis asks innocently. He knows exactly what Harry's pleading for without reading his mind, but he wants the green-eyed boy to say it out loud.

"Don't start anything you can't finish." Harry takes control, his arms moving down Louis' back until he reaches his ass. Harry harshly cups Louis' asscheeks and pushes the boy forward to create a friction between the two.

Louis' gaping all the while, not at all having expected that answer, but he feels himself wanting it more and more. Louis starts grinding slowly against Harry, rolling his hips and looking down between their clothed bodies. He has to restrain himself from moaning, since people are probably already disturbed by Harry's sounds.

"Harry," Louis lets out a quiet moan, biting his lip seductively, making Harry practically drool. "We can't. Not here." Louis leans down a little and brushes his lips against Harry's plump ones while he whispers the words.

"I know," Harry says, his voice laced in disappointment. "I want to though."

"Me too." They share a genuine look, both silently agreeing that they are ready to have sex with each other in the near future. Louis has never found himself so quickly wanting to connect with someone on that level, since sex means a whole lot to him, but Harry's so god damn attractive and he really likes him, so he doesn't mind wanting it with Harry. "How about I take you on a date next weekend? I'll book us a hotel room where we can spend the night?"

Harry's facial expression lights up at that. "I'd love to." He kisses the older boy gently, already incredibly excited for the date, and, of course, what's to come after.