can we have a little snippet from your harry/louis/luke fic please? i’m so ready for it. sending you lots of love 💖
Louis stands up, stripping down to his pants quickly. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t ask for permission before stepping into the bath, sinking down slowly, giving Harry enough time to spread his knees, give Louis space to settle down.
The water is still hot enough that he flinches at the first feel of it. He doesn’t stop to get used to it, squirming his way backwards, so they’re pressed together. Harry’s arm comes up to loop around his belly, casual and possessive, and everything about it feels right. As though this isn’t the first time they’ve done this.
“Looks like I was right,” Harry murmurs in his ear. Louis sinks into him, happy and warm. “It is better with you in it.”
Neither of them say anything about the way Louis’ briefs stick to his skin, the only thing preventing their bare skin from pressing together fully. If Louis had one more drink before coming back, he might have stripped all the way down before getting in.
“Everything’s better with me in it,” Louis says, letting his arms slip under the surface. The water level rises a little more, threatening to spill over the edge. They couldn’t have sex in here without getting water all over the floor.
“You know I’m not going to argue about that, baby,” Harry says, easy, and he’s the person Louis wants to leave a party early and come back home to. He’s been that person for so long Louis doesn’t even really remember what it was like not to want that.
They can’t have sex while Louis still has his pants on anyway. Not proper sex, anyway. Harry could slide his hand down, though, slip his fingers underneath the waistband until they can curl around Louis’ cock, grip him tight, touch him until he has Louis’ toes curling in the water. Mouth against the back of his neck, sucking a bruise in there. He’d like looking at it afterwards, Louis is pretty sure. Likes gripping Louis’ wrists and pressing him into walls too much not to want to see his marks all over Louis’ body.
“How was your book?” Louis asks, tipping his head back to rest against Harry’s shoulder. He can feel the shape of Harry’s cock against his arse, unashamed and familiar.
Harry shrugs, shoulder moving against Louis’ cheek. “Gave up after a few pages. Couldn’t concentrate on it so I decided to watch some telly instead.”
“You didn’t watch American Ninja Warrior without me, did you?” Louis demands. He can’t really see Harry’s expression from this angle to know whether he has or not.
It’s so warm in here. Louis feels like he’s melting, but in the best possible way. He doesn’t even really mind that he’s still got his pants on. It feels similar to having swim shorts on in a hot tub. Just less bubbly.
“No,” Harry says with a little bit of a sigh, like maybe he had thought about it before realizing what Louis would have done to him if he had.
The warmth on Louis’ skin sinks into his chest, holding still there. He shifts, pushing his toes against the end of the tub so he can press himself back against Harry’s body more firmly. If he was a little braver, he would turn around so he’s sitting in Harry’s lap properly and kiss him. That’s where this is going. Where Louis wants it to go, anyway.
Harry slides his hand up Louis’ chest until it’s resting over his heart. If it wasn’t for the feel of his cock slowly thickening underneath Louis’ arse, he might think Harry was no more affected than normal. “What are you doing?” Harry asks slowly, quietly. There’s something heavy in the question, something expectant.
Louis shifts again, pulling his knees up out of the water so he’s sitting more or less sideways on Harry’s lap, rubbing his cheek against Harry’s chest. There’s a lot of answers to that question. Some are more honest than others. He’s the one who made the first move, though, and his heart is beating twice its normal rate in his chest. When it comes down to it – when it really comes down to it, Louis has always thought that it’d be Harry who actually gets them there. Louis isn’t the brave one out of the two of them.
“Loving you,” Louis murmurs, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the vanity. He actually feels Harry’s breath catch, the way he goes still for at least thirty seconds before his chest expands, breathing again.
Neither of them move. Underneath him, Harry’s cock has gone fully hard. Louis sucks his lower lip into his mouth and thinks about taking his pants off so he can really feel it.
“Do you?” Harry asks eventually. “Love me?”
Disbelieving, Louis pulls back to look at him. Their wet skin slides together in the process, sending frissons of pleasure up his spine. “Are you fucking with me?” he demands. Sometimes Harry does that, usually when he knows it’s going to get a rise out of him at an inopportune moment.
Harry breathes out slowly, hands coming up to frame Louis’ face. He’s got a look on his face like he wants to do something more than that. “How much have you had to drink?”
It wouldn’t have made a difference if Louis had drank an entire bottle of vodka. There’s no amount of alcohol that could change the way he feels about Harry. Now that Harry says it, though, Louis does feel drunker than he thought he was. His head is swimming a little, pleasantly so. Not drunk, definitely not drunk, but tipsy. Enough that he didn’t think through the decision to take off most of his clothes and get in the tub with Harry.
“More than you,” Louis says, putting his head back on Harry’s chest. The water is cooling down around them. If they’re going to stay in much longer they’ll need to turn the hot tap back on. “Doesn’t change anything.”
Harry has to know that’s true. His cock is still responding like it thinks it’s true. Louis wiggles a little, just to make sure it stays interested.
“Okay,” Harry says. He puts his hands back around Louis’ waist, effectively stilling him. It doesn’t matter, though – his cock stays hard underneath Louis’ arse, and Louis hadn’t even noticed his own cock getting hard, but he is.
Neither of them say anything else. Louis closes his eyes, safe and warm curled up in Harry’s lap, knowing that Harry will take care of him. It should feel different, the way he said it this time, but it really doesn’t. He’s probably been saying it like that for the last ten years anyway. It’s not like Harry hasn’t heard it like that, hasn’t read between the lines. Harry’s always known, just like Louis has.
One piece of clothing. That’s all that’s preventing them from being naked together right now. Louis loses a few minutes daydreaming about it, the slippery slide of their skin together, the way they could heat up this water without having to turn the tap back on.
Eventually, though, the water does turn cold. Louis exhales slowly, pressing his face into Harry’s chest harder. “S’cold in here.”
It feels like Harry may have been thinking about them being naked together too. He’s still hard, nice and thick against Louis’ thigh, and if he wanted to have sex right now Louis would probably say yes.
“Yeah,” Harry says, rubbing at Louis’ back with one wet hand. “I’m getting all pruny. You wanna get out?”
Only if he still gets to sit in Harry’s lap. Louis clenches his teeth around the comment, nodding slowly. He waits until Harry’s hands fall off him before he pushes himself up, using Harry’s outstretched hand to steady himself. Once he’s out of the bathtub, he stands there, dripping on the floor, until Harry wraps a towel around him. It’s big and fluffy, warm, and Louis turns his face into Harry’s shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “For always taking care of me.”
If he was a little bit more sober, he probably wouldn’t have said it. At least, not right now, mostly naked and dripping wet, trying not to give in to the temptation to look down and take a glance at Harry’s cock. It’s the reason Harry is still here, though. He’s never been able to walk away when he thinks Louis needs him.
Harry pulls him in a little tighter, his cheek pressed to the top of Louis’ head. The way he breathes out is a little uneven. “You’re making me real fucking emotional tonight, baby,” he whispers. Louis can’t help his laughter, rubbing his face against Harry’s wet chest.
“C’mon, put me to bed,” Louis says. It’s the only thing he can say that won’t give away every thought in his head.
“Yeah,” Harry says, stroking his hands idly across Louis’ back and shoulders. “Yeah.”
Neither of them move for a few more minutes.
