Galileo - l.s

twenty six

Louis walked to the center of Harry’s room and stopped. As soon as the bedroom door was closed and locked, Harry, smiling like a lunatic, inched himself closer and closer, until he had Louis backed against one wall, his heels touching the edge. Then Harry’s body drifted forward of its own accord, as if pulled by a magnet. Louis felt trapped and embraced at the same time, caged in.

Harry leaned toward Louis’ face. His breath ghosted over Louis' lips until Louis trembled. Louis’ skin itched to make contact.

Harry’s right hand came up and parted Louis’ lips. He pushed one finger in, and Louis, surprised, opened his mouth. The finger traced along the inner border of Louis' upper lip like a compass along a route. It traveled around Louis' mouth slowly and carefully, taking in every soft ridge and dip. Then Louis realized that it was the hand that had touched him in the car. He closed his mouth around it and tasted himself, tasted Harry around himself. Louis sucked on the finger, pulling it in with a muscular force, and then pushed it out with his tongue.

Abruptly, Harry pulled out his finger and opened Louis’ mouth with his tongue. He reached to the back, probing Louis so thoroughly that Louis felt naked and open. Harry’s tongue traced the shape of Louis' mouth as if to memorize it. Louis sucked on it, and felt Harry recoil, then re-engage. Louis tasted Harry’s sweetness and felt his animal ferocity.

Harry’s lips were muscular and soft. Louis felt as if he were being devoured like prey.

He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensation. Harry searched out Louis’ dark and secret places with a starving man’s hunger, and Louis let him.

“Louis,” Harry murmured. “Just this one time.”

“Yeah.”

“No more, Louis. We only have one time.”

“Let’s make it count, love,” Louis answered. “I want you to remember it. To remember me.”

Harry put his hand into Louis’ hair. His lips wafted over Louis’ skin until he felt the pulses at the base, and then he licked it and attached his lips. He sucked the skin in, pulling hard enough to bruise. The intensity of the pain sent a shock that penetrated Louis’ muscle and shot to his stomach. He groaned out loud. Harry responded by biting the skin and sucking on it harder, spreading the pain to the skin nearby. The adrenaline raced through Louis' body, filling it with sparks. His body arched forward. He felt the hard muscles of Harry’s thigh.

“Never,” Harry said. “I’ll never forget you.”

“Harry,” Louis stammered. “Baby.”

The intimate word hung in the air. Harry felt as if Louis caressed him, cradled him with these two syllables.

“My one and only,” he answered.

“You probably will, though,” Louis said. “You should forget. Harry, we’re young. You shouldn't make promises like that.”

Harry stared at Louis, listening to his words. They were meant to console him.

His lips trailed down and sucked again, extracting an involuntary moan from Louis. It was intense and exhilarating. Louis’ arms held Harry by his biceps, but he knew he wasn't really stopping anything. He was holding on while Harry’s energy tore into him, like a man clinging to the frame of a house in a tornado, hanging on for life.