Mindreader (L.S.)

15.

It's Saturday. Louis and Harry are currently sitting in Harry's car. It really is Louis that's taking Harry on a date, but he doesn't have a car, so Harry picked him up. The boys are chatting away about how Niall accidentally slapped Louis' bum the first time they met, no awkward tension in the car as you otherwise would expect on a first date.

Both boys, however, are very nervous to say the least. Louis spent nearly two hours getting ready, stressing over what to wear, which resulted in Lottie coming in and helping him until he finally found something he felt he looked good in; black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a jean jacket on top. His feeling was very mutual as Harry practically gaped at the younger boy when he stepped out of the house.

Harry himself is wearing a multicolored button-down, black skinny jeans as well and a pair of brown boots. Louis complements the boy as soon as he steps in the car and the compliment is returned.

After driving about 15 minutes, the boys find themselves parking in front of a large hotel. They had agreed on just eating in the hotel's restaurant since it was easier and less expensive than buying both a hotel stay and meals at a restaurant. Louis isn't exactly bathing in money.

They walk up to the doors where a man kindly opens it for them, which is how Harry knows that this is a rather expensive hotel. They walk up to the receptionist and Louis tells her his last name and is then handed a key to their hotel room for the night. The woman wishes them a happy stay and they both thank her before the boys step into the elevator and go up to their room on the sixth floor. After a little trouble of actually locating the room, Louis turns the key and opens the door to reveal a large room. It's mainly white, but the bedspreads are a golden color, matching the curtains and lamps.

"Wow," Harry takes in the sight of the room. It's absolutely stunning. It must have been expensive, he thought. "This is great." He says in awe.

"Yeah," Louis responds, equally as happy with their room. "Let's go down and eat, yeah?" Louis drops his stuff on the bed, Harry following suit after answering. "Yeah."

The two go back down to the first floor where the restaurant is located. It looks fancy, the name written in bold, golden, cursive letters, hung over the entrance. They walk in and are instantly greeted by a waiter, asking them if they are looking for a table. After Louis answers, they're led to a table for two to the side of the restaurant. Their table is kind of secluded from the others, which is nice.

The whole dinner goes by so smoothly, you would think Harry and Louis have known each other for years. There is never a moment of silence, and they seem to really get on.

As they are eating their desert, Harry had asked Louis to read his mind again, so Louis did. What he wasn't expecting though, was that Harry had prepared a two minute speech on how much he wanted Louis' dick inside him, which leads us to where we are now.

Harry's smirking happily at Louis, who's squirming in his seat, his member growing by the second as he feels himself becoming painfully hard. Harry didn't have to touch him at all, and Louis was already finding it hard to breathe, what was he even going to do later?

Louis' patience is running out so he calls a waiter over and pays as quickly as possible to get out of the restaurant. As soon as everything is taken care of, Louis springs up, grabs Harry's wrist and drags him to the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors open Louis pushes Harry inside. Harry's still smirking at the shorter boy, knowing very well what effect he has on Louis at the minute.

The second the doors close in the empty, except for Louis and Harry, elevator, Louis is pushing Harry up against the wall. He smashes his lips with Harry's, the boy immediately granding him acces to his mouth. Their tongues collide and Louis rolls his hips against Harry's, making the tall boy let out a suppressed moan.