Skeletons

Chapter Five

Louis' inner celestial being shrieks in pure bliss.

Edward gets a text from his brother, telling him that their ride has arrived.

"I must go." Edward noses at the back of Louis neck, his soft hair tickling his skin. "But when I get the chance, I will completely wreck you without a second thought."

"Will you?" Is all Louis can manage to mutter as Edward trails kisses up the expanse of his neck, nipping softly at his ear.

"I will, Mr. Tomlinson, and it is my hope that you will enjoy it." Edward's voice has a slight rasp to it, sounding as though they've just finished an extremely heated make out session.

Louis wishes.

"I prefer Louis." He says, making Edward chuckle.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't care when you said it before and I certainly don't care now." Edward mocks the man standing before him. "Now, I ought to be on my way."

He releases Louis, allowing him to close his eyes and take in a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

"Oh and Mr. Tomlinson?" Edward calls.

"Hmm?" he hums, eyes still shut.

The first thing Louis feels is Edward's lips on his, the next thing he feels is their tongues clashing as Edward savours Louis' taste, almost as if he will never get to experience this moment again.

Not if I have anything to say about it, Louis' inner celestial murmur's.

He feels Edward grip at his hips, slipping his fingers underneath his sweatshirt as he massages his thumb in slow circles against his side and in a split second, Louis is kissing back.

He doesn't exactly know what he's doing but he does know that he wants more.

He lifts his hands, gripping tightly at Edward's curls, thankful that he was wearing his hair down today. 

Pressing his hips against Edward's, he begins to place kisses across his jaw, down his neck and against his collar bone as he relishes in his throaty groans.

The last thing he feels is him pull away, pressing a kiss against his forehead and whispering a soft "tomorrow" against his skin.

When Louis opens his eyes, Edward is gone, leaving Louis pressed against his own front door, sweaty, hard and craving more.

After Louis has finally gotten his breathing under control, he pats his jeans in a desperate attempt to find his keys.

Looking down, he realises he must have dropped them while he had his lips pressed against Edwards.

"Zayn, I'm home." Louis calls as he walks into flat after unlocking the door.

"Oh, I know you are. You have been for quite awhile, haven't you?" Zayn slams the door shut, making Louis jump as he leans his back against it.

Louis would be upset about Zayn eavesdropping but he just looks so silly, he can't help but laugh.

"Did you-" Louis chuckles. "Did you reopen the door, just to slam it back closed?"

"Don't ruin my moment, Louis!" Zayn says, clearly annoyed with his best friend. "Now, which one of them were you making out with out there?"

"Actually," Louis taps his chin. "I was making out with Liam."

"Wrong answer." Zayn says. "Liam is in my room resting."

"Have you even let the poor boy out to breathe?" Louis frowns. "You two are like freaking bunnies."