Larry and #41, pretty please <3
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larry: because the world is saved
“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?”
Just as Cap starts to take out the Hydra operatives in the elevator, including the hot one whose name Louis can never remember, there’s a nip at his ear. Louis yelps and twists away, glaring at the infuriating boy next to him who just bit his earlobe while he’s trying to watch a pivotal scene in one of his favorite movies.
“Haz! Seriously?” Louis rubs his hand over his ear. “That actually hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry pouts, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, the very picture of not sorry at all. “But you’re ignoring me.”
It’s not actually a bad problem to have, a hot boyfriend – infuriatingly hot actually, with his nice little body, rich brown curly hair and plump pink lips – who’s been trying to make out with him since the first “On your left,” but Louis is preparing for Avengers: Endgame here. The stakes are right there in the title, it’s the end game, but Harry just doesn’t get it. He keeps caressing Louis’ thigh and peppering kisses along his jaw to distract him, huffing annoyed sighs when he doesn’t get his way.
Because Louis refuses to be distracted.
“Baby,” Louis says gently, after he pauses the movie and Harry’s pout somehow becomes even more pronounced. “I told you I wanted to marathon all the movies before Endgame comes out, you knew that, and I only have sixteen days to watch twelve more.”
“Liam isn’t watching all hundred movies,” Harry grumbles, counting off on his fingers as he continues. “He didn’t watch the Hulk one. He’s not going to watch Doctor Strange. Sophia said–”
“Harry,” Louis interrupts, determined not to let him pick the same fight for the tenth time this month. “You know Liam’s not a completist like me, okay? You’ve listened to me talk enough shit about it. I don’t care what Sophia said, I’m watching all of them. I thought that was okay with you.”
“We just haven’t had a lot of time together lately,” Harry says in a small voice, uncrossing his arms finally to pick at the hem of his raggedy t-shirt. “I keep having to work late, and we have so much family stuff to do on the weekends. I just… I miss you.”
There it is. He knew Harry wasn’t being a nuisance just for the sake of it, even though he can be a little shit when he wants to, but sometimes it takes some coaxing to get him to open up about what’s really going on.
“I miss you too, baby,” Louis says, running his fingers through Harry’s floppy curls and smiling when his face softens. “It’s just been a busy couple months, that’s all, things’ll go back to normal soon, I promise. You’ll see so much of me, you’ll get sick of me. Start begging me to watch movies without you.”
Harry harrumphs at that, but the wrinkle in his forehead smooths out completely. “Promise?” he whispers.
“Promise,” Louis nods. “Hey, how about this, I’ll kiss you when the helicarriers are self destructing, after Steve says ‘I’m with you ’til the end of the line,’ okay? When the world is saved.”
Harry scrunches his nose. “What’s a helicarrier?”
And Louis tries, he really does, but he can’t help rolling his eyes.
“Harry,” he starts, aware that he needs to choose his words carefully. “You’ve seen this movie at least five times. How do you understand it if you don’t know what a helicarrier is?”
Harry shrugs. “You know I get kind of lost during the action stuff.”
Personally Louis lives for the action stuff but if they start debating the merits, he’ll never get through this movie, let alone the rest on his list, so he smiles and gives Harry’s hair one last ruffle.
“We have a deal?” he asks, picking up the remote.
“Deal,” Harry begrudgingly agrees.
He holds out a hand to shake, but Louis bats it away on the chance that Harry’s trying to pull him in to seal it with a kiss and defeat the whole purpose. The sound of the fight scene comes roaring back when he presses play and, immensely satisfied, Louis sits back and wraps an arm around Harry. Louis may want to actually pay attention to the movie, especially since they’re getting to some great stuff, but they have both been busy the past few weeks so it is nice just to have him close. They both get a little touch starved without this kind of thing.
“I don’t like this, like,” Harry starts, lazily waving a hand at the screen. “Young, blonde Steve. I like the buff daddy Steve in the last couple movies.”
“Oh, really?” Louis says coolly, narrowing his eyes as he looks over at Harry. “Well, I’m definitely not kissing you now.”
Harry squawks at that and Louis shushes him as the action on screen moves back to Steve and Natasha tracking down answers; he loves this part. It’s hard to concentrate as the movie goes on, though, because Harry’s not really watching it anymore, if he ever really was. His pale green eyes are locked on Louis for over an hour, and his hand travels from drawing patterns on Louis’ knee to tugging at his dark pink, fuller bottom lip and back.
Honestly, how is Louis supposed to enjoy “Who the hell is Bucky?” with Harry’s patented frog face on him the whole time? Harry doesn’t even react when Garry Shandling whispers “Hail Hydra” for fuck’s sake, and that still gets Louis every time.
When the last real bit of “action stuff” starts, Louis leans forward, elbows on his knees, and totally tunes Harry out. The whole movie is great, and the Captain backstory is some of his favorite stuff in any MCU movie, but this is what Louis’ been waiting for; the whole movie led up to this sequence.
When it gets close to the last “I’m with you ’til the end of the line,” Louis glances over at Harry, maybe a little more ready to kiss his boy than he previously let on, only to see that Harry’s slumped against the back of the couch asleep. He’s even huffing little snores that Louis hadn’t noticed before, too wrapped up in the action.
He looks younger like this, like the boy Louis met years ago. He face is relaxed, any traces of concern about work or family or time together smoothed away by slumber. A few curls fall over his forehead and he smacks those stupidly sexy lips in a decidedly unsexy but endearing way as Louis watches.
He really has missed him too.
Gently, Louis strokes a hand up Harry’s leg, wanting to wake him but not startle him. Harry doesn’t show signs up stirring yet, so Louis sits back, careful not to disturb him, and threads his fingers through his boy’s hair, brushing the curls off his pretty face. Harry slowly blinks his eyes open and Louis smiles as he yawns right in Louis’s face.
“Did he do the helicopter thing yet?” Harry asks, his voice raspy from disuse. “When he pulls it?”
Louis wonders how long he’s been asleep for as he continues stroking Harry’s hair.
“No, baby,” he murmurs. “That’s the next one. I told you, this is the one with the helicarriers.”
Harry frowns and shakes his head. “But I thought–”
“You know what you look like?” Louis asks, thumbing at Harry’s bottom lip and thinking about biting it. Maybe later. “A disgruntled little kitten. That’s what you are.”
And because he’s a little shit when he wants to be, Harry meows at him and bats his face with his hand curved into a paw shape.
“Okay, kitten,” Louis laughs, catching Harry’s paw in his. “We had a deal, remember?”
“Yes,” Harry answers, batting his eyelashes. “Is the world saved yet?”
Louis’ world was saved a long time ago, about the moment that a lanky guy with unruly curls held back by a scarf ambled into his Victorian Lit class and his life, but he makes a show of glancing at the TV screen anyway.
“Yeah, kitten,” he whispers, “all safe.”
Harry’s eyes flutter closed and he tilts his chin up, puckering his lips for his long-awaited kiss like some kind of Disney princess. Louis’ breath catches in his throat; he’s still caught off guard sometimes at just how lovely Harry is, how lucky he is to have him.
An impatient whine from low in Harry’s throat interrupts his reverie and Louis grins, even though Harry’s eyes are still closed and he won’t see it. He’s kept his boy waiting long enough, so he bends his head and captures Harry’s plump lips in a soft, slow kiss.
Now that he’s finally getting what he wanted, Harry relaxes, practically purring in Louis’ arms. He’s pliant underneath Louis, taking every soft, chaste kiss that he gets, moving his lips automatically to meet Louis.’ When Harry sighs, Louis runs his tongue over Harry’s parted lips and the sigh breaks into a soft moan. The noises Harry makes have always driven Louis crazy, spurred him, on eager for more, so he licks into Harry’s mouth, turning the kiss filthy.
Harry paws at Louis’ shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer as they kiss furiously to the end credits score, which fits the mood better than Louis might have expected actually. He’s just about to move a hand to cup at Harry’s dick when Harry pulls away, looking to the screen.
“What are you doing?” Louis pants, throwing a wild look over his shoulder.
“I like this part,” Harry says innocently, shifting away from Louis on the couch. “You’re the completist, Lou, you can’t not watch Bucky go to the museum exhibit after the credits.”
Harry really can be a little shit when he wants to be.
Louis loves him so fucking much.
