Skeletons

Chapter four

"Yes, Louis, I did." Harry says, drumming his fingers against his lips. "Answer the question."

"You're quite bossy for someone who has absolutely no authority over me." Louis crosses his arms.

Harry's expression darkens for a moment as he stares directly into Louis' eyes.

Uh-oh, has he upset Mr. Control Freak?

"Not that I have to," Louis quickly says, "but yes, I am."

Just as Louis answers Edward's question, a new waitress shows up, placing their food on the table.

"I can't even tell which one is mine, what even is this crap?" Louis picks up his fork, poking at the food on the plate.

The waitress blatantly begins sizing Harry and Edward up, completely ignoring Louis.

"Our chardonnay?" Louis snaps at the young woman, scooting closer towards Harry.

It's not that Louis is possessive, these men do not even belong to him but that's just horrid customer service (not that Louis can say anything about it). You don't just have eye sex with your patrons!

The waitress rolls her eyes as she finally notices Louis. "I apologise, it will be out in one moment."

"Ah, yes, our chardonnay. I nearly forgot." Harry says as he rolls up his sleeves, picking up his knife and cutting into his Quenelles-A-La-Disgusting.

"Why do you eat like that?" Louis asks after a moment.

"Excuse me?" Harry raises an eyebrow, placing his fork down mid bite.

"Why. Do. You. Eat. Like. That?" Louis vocalises each syllable just as he had with his sister. "With your tongue first?"

"Why don't you?" Harry smirks.

In a quite daring moment, Louis smirks back. "What else do you eat tongue first?"

Harry looks taken aback for a moment but he quickly composes himself, brushing his thumb against his bottom lip as though he is actually thinking about it.

"Ice-cream." He says, "It is one of my favourite desserts, I quite enjoy the sweet taste of the frozen cream. I tend to flick my tongue in nice, slow upwards motions in order to really taste it. What about yours, Edward?"

"I very much enjoy lollipops, cherry is my favourite flavour." He sets his fork down as well. "I start off by circling my tongue around the rim and then, I pop it into my mouth, sucking softly and really savouring the pleasurable taste of the sugary treat."

"You know, sometimes Edward and I share our ice-cream." Harry says, a predatory gleam in his eyes, like a lion waiting to pounce.

Take the bait, take the bait, take the bait, Louis' inner celestial being chants.

"Yeah?" Louis is breathing hard, sounding as though he's just run a marathon. 

"Yeah." Harry nods. "Edward has a go at it, and then I get my turn. It goes down just like that until it's all gone."

"It gets extremely messy but it's nothing we can't handle." Edward picks up his fork, placing it into his mouth.

"Your chardonnay, gentlemen." The woman returns, bottle and three glasses in hand.

She sets a glass in front of each man, making sure her breasts are in Harry and Edward's direct view as she reaches across the table and pours the their wine.

"Excuse me, love, but I think you're at the wrong restaurant." Louis says, catching the twins' attention. "Don't you belong in Hooters?"

He swears he hears Edward snort as the young lady huffs, turning on her heels and stomping away.