I saw the angel in the marble
And carved until I set him
Free.
- Michelangelo
or the one where Harry as an artist lives in a city of art; Rome, and Louis decides to spend the holidays just one street down from his studio.
To say Harry is surprised is understandable. He squeaks into the kiss, not responding to Louis' desperate lips.
"Please, Harry," Louis mumbles and decides to attack Harry's jaw and neck, kissing and delicately biting into his soft milky skin.
"You smell like alcohol," Harry holds the smaller man arms in an attempt to push him off, but Louis just positions his hands on the curly boy's waist to keep him steady in place.
"Yeah, went out with the lads," he puffs into Harry's neck.
Harry is confused about what is going on. Although his body gets slightly excited, his cock twitching in his pants, he manages to push off Louis and close still opened doors to the hallway. He looks at tipsy Louis who is standing in the middle of the flat, hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt. He kept his hair down again in a very fluffy fringe, making him look very young and handsome. The chosen outfit - buffalo bills t-shirt and black jeans - plus the tattoos make him look more like a bad boy at university. And that really attract Harry.
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They keep looking at each other, checking each other out, but none of them makes any step closer. After a few moments, Harry shakes his head and sighs loudly.
"Louis, what is your aim in this? I am not someone to play with. I have no nerve for your self-centred ass, so please... Just... I don't know. Just stop," Harry looks at Louis with pleading eyes, again touching the door's handle, ready to kick Louis out.
"I am not playing. Please. I am not," Louis whispers, drunkenness talking for him. He genuinely is not playing with Harry, though. He is just as confused as the younger boy. It just feels like a magnet is pulling him in. He feels enchanted. He can't stay away from him no matter the circumstances.
His drunken mind, as well as his inner voices are telling him screw the experiment, that's not what you are doing.
So Louis' drunk mind gets another idea. What if he and Harry became fuckbuddies? Louis' body would get what it wants - Harry's body.
"So what are you doing?" Harry asks, desperate to hear Louis' thoughts.
"I... I don't know. It just feels good to be with you and touch you. It feels fucking good, Harry. Can't we just... touch each other? Please."
"Louis, I am not your personal experiment where you are trying to find out your sexuality," Harry shakes his head and finally opens the door for Louis to walk out.
"No! No, that's not what I am doing. I know I am straight," Louis says almost immediately, stepping closer to the taller boy and gently takes the door handle from his hand. He closes the door again and takes both of Harry's hands in his, "but you are so pretty. And like I said, I like touching you."
"You called me faggot and made fun of my appearance. Get a grip, Tomlinson," Harry rolls his eyes, not being interested in sweet-talking. Louis' sweet talk is only to get something from him, it is a perfect manipulation with a human. He wouldn't be surprised if Louis was using it with everyone on daily basis.
