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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, First_Time, Underage_-_Freeform, Fluffy
  Series:
      Part 3 of You_Can_Sink_To_The_Bottom_of_The_Sea_(just_don't_go_without
      me)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-11 Words: 3975
****** You Can Sink To The Bottom of The Sea (just don't go without me) Part 3/
3 ******
by louiskissesharrystears
9 years later
they’re sitting on louis’ bed, cold tongues of winter air licking their skin
and raising goosebumps.
“you want it first?” louis’ looking at harry expectantly, eyebrows raised and
bare feet tucked under his legs as he holds out the unlit joint that he just
finished rolling.
harry nods, leaning forward for louis to put the paper stick in his mouth. he’s
already a little woozy from inhaling the weed when louis first brought the
little packets out. there were so many flavors: amnesia lemon, nepalise dragon,
papaya. Louis chose one labeled “california orange bud,” heady and citrusy and
slightly bitter.
louis’ parents are gone for the weekend because it’s their anniversary. louis
thinks they just want an excuse to go to a hotel and have sex, but he’s not
complaining. it’s more time for him and harry to smoke.
“you should wear socks; s’cold,” harry says around the joint as louis lights
the end with a match.
louis snorts, watching as harry inhales deep and the end sparks, glowing red.
“you should wear clothes, goddam hypocrite.” but he’s smirking at harry (whose
clothed only in his briefs) with such fondness, reaching out to press his hand
over harry’s bare chest to feel where his lungs expand and heart thumps
diligently. it’s scary somehow, knowing the process of harry’s life thrums just
below his hand.
harry smiles, tilting his head up and exhaling the smoke dramatically. “look
lou, i’m a fire breathing dragon.” he giggles at his own joke, huffing leftover
smoke out of his nose and handing the joint over to louis as he rests his hands
behind his head and sinks back into the unmade bed with a contented sigh.
louis rolls his eyes and takes a long drag, closing his eyes and melting into
the mellow heaviness that settles in his limbs.
he feels a heavy weight drop into his lap and breaks away from his private
bubble to peer at the curly head nuzzling into his sweatpants. for a second
harry just smiles at him, lazy and quiet. even his blinking is slow and the
fringe of harry’s dark eyelashes distracts louis for a second. wow, he thinks
before inhaling again deeply and leaning down to press his winter-chapped lips
gently against harry’s larger ones, blowing the sweet smoke into the boy’s
startled mouth.
he leans back, the fingers of one hand wandering over harry’s scalp through the
fields of his hair. “you thirsty?” harry usually likes to drink something when
they do this (even though they’ve only done it a few times) and sure enough the
younger boy is nodding against louis’ thigh and making grabby hands for the
fag.
louis chuckles and holds it out of reach for a second but soon relents when
harry pouts, placing it back between his lips and hopping off the bed to fetch
a soda from the garage.
as he strolls through the kitchen he’s reminded of the second time he brought
harry home all those years ago, harry’s hair dripping ridiculously and the both
of them sneaking brown sugar straight out of the bag. he’s so glad harry
stayed, that he never left again. his dad’s in prison now, has been for years
after louis’ mum reported him for child abuse and rape and got sole custody of
the curly-haired boy.
he digs lemon-lime fizzy pop out of the package on top of the meat freezer,
shivering in the icy garage and hopping on barefeet back to his room. he
notices, grumpily, that his high is swiftly dimming in light of the freezing
cement under his toes and the lack of a warm harry to curl around his body and
he darts faster. he tries not to jostle the soda in his haste but he’s a little
unsteady on his feet and ends up knocking the can against his bedroom door as
he nudges it open.
harry’s pasted against his sheets like a giant starfish. somehow even his
briefs have come off and now he lies totally nude, one arm behind his head and
smoke rings puffing out of his mouth.
louis grins, setting the soda on his nightstand and hopping onto the bed,
sprawled all across the tall boy and tucking his ice cube toes under the
harry’s warm calfs.
“hey,” harry frowns, tucking his chin and lifting his head a little so he can
look down at the small boy on his chest. “get your fucking feet off me.”
louis grins. “not a chance, styles.” and then he’s tickling all along harry’s
naked sides and making smoky giggles bubble out of his red mouth. “what now
harry? will you let me warm my feet up, hmm?”
“no,” harry gurgles, struggling to breathe now and flaling his arms weakly
against louis in protest. “never!” but it’s weak and breathy and said half
through a giggle and louis stops tickling suddenly, using harry’s suprise to
steal the joint out from between harry’s pale fingers and take another long
hit.
“you evil twat,” harry scolds, glaring at louis as he reaches over him to pick
up his soda.
louis can’t stop smiling. can’t stop staring. “i love you so much,” he says
suddenly, taking the hand harry wasn’t using to drink out of and lacing their
fingers together. he wants to tie them together like shoelaces, double knotted
and snug. he could light one of his matches and singe the strands, fusing them
together so they could never separate.
“you’re sappy when you’re high,” harry chooses to say after a few thoughtful
moments. he smirks down at louis and gulps down his soda.
“i want some hazza!” louis whines, reaching out for the can and harry hands it
over easily in favor of snatching back the fag.
…
they’ve been inseperable since the day they met. harryandlouis. when they were
children and harry was still traumetized and still wetting the bed, louis was
always there. louis didn’t always know what to do, he just knew he wanted to
touch harry and keep touching harry and make him smile. he never wants harry’s
dimples to disappear, filled in with the world’s soil and never dug again.
harry thrives under the attention. he feels sometimes like somewhere between
his purile sobs and the cessation of his nightmares he began to depend on louis
like a vital organ. he needs the way louis’ fingers dig into his shirt when
they’re in public, the way his breath dampens his neck when they spoon in their
bed at night. he needs the veins of louis’ laughter for his blood to flow
through, the laminins of his affection to adhere all of his cells.
louis knows what happened to harry when he was a child now, recognizes the dull
look in harry’s eyes when he gets a flashback. he knows harry’s frightened of
older men, frightened of sex but also curious of what it would like to try it
with someone he loved. the words are apprehensive whispers, breathed into the
safety of louis’ ear at night as they drift off. louis accepts whatever harry
gives him, always hoping he can ease some of the weight and tension from the
younger lad. it also makes him warm, knowing harry doesn’t tell his secrets to
anyone but him.
they’re 15 and 17 and supposed to appreciate girls’ breasts and their pretty
faces and their high voices and maybe marry one someday.
all they want is each other.
…
it’s springtime, drizzly and muddy and green when louis graduates from sixth
form. he and harry decide to board a eurostar passenger train and glide under
the english channel to paris for a week in celebration.
before they leave louis dresses harry in one of his own thick hoodies, tying
the strings around his neck in a neat bow and walking away with a teasing “you
better sort out that bird’s-nest-excuse of a hair style or we’re not going
anywhere” called over his shoulder. harry grins, shaking out his curls and
brushing them off his forehead obediantly.
the train is warm and teeming with people and louisandharry snuggle so close
they’re nearly on top of each other. louis digs around in his coat pocket and
comes away with a small bag of jelly oranges, mischeivous smile wreathing his
feathures as he presses the candy into harry’s palm. harry rolls his eyes; says
“you know there’s lots of other candy in the world that i like besides these,”
but he presses a kiss like a smile into louis’ cheek and louis blushes,
muttering “ungrateful little shit.” harry giggles and they pass the rest of the
train ride in comfortable silence, sharing a headphone each as they listen to
Sufjan Stevens and the Civil Wars and Bombay Bicycle Club.
Swan dive down eleven stories high
Hold your breath until you see the light
You can sink to the bottom of the sea
Just don’t go without me
…
“can we go to the seaside tomorrow lou? please?”
and harry has some chocolate smeared above his lip from the cake earlier, head
resting in louis’ lap and eyes closed. he’s sleepy from the wine louis sneaked
into their hotel room, words swirling together softly, still dressed in his
snug black jeans and white button down from the ballet they watched. his shirt
is half undone and exposing the curve of his clavicles, a peak of his nipples,
pale skin so endless and smooth.
suddenly louis’ mouth feels dry and he forgets what harry asked.
“lou?” harry cracks an eye open and peers up at louis’ face, finding his sudden
stillness odd. louis’ always fidgeting even if he’s not talking but now he’s
stopped everything and harry can barely the detect even the rise and fall of
his chest.
“can i kiss you?” louis whispers, sounding like he’s in awe. of what, harry’s
confused. of course they’ve pecked before, lots of times. they’re unbelievably
connected, their physical affection having little to no boundaries—except this,
except anything sexual. and maybe that’s not off limits either, maybe they just
never were ready to try it before now. because harry can tell this isn’t an
innocent friendly peck louis’ asking for, can tell by the way louis’ studying
him with his pupils blown and the slight pressure of his growing hard-on
against the side of harry’s head. and it doesn’t seem weird when he realizes he
wants this too, wants louis to kiss him and touch him in ways they never have.
it doesn’t seem scary because it’s louis, and louis would never hurt him.
so instead of saying anything, harry just shifts up from louis’s lap and leans
closer to press his lips against louis’ softly. for a while they stay like
that, not moving just getting used to the lingering press of their mouths
locked together and even that feels nice but it’s also a little awkward because
harry wants to snog louis properly. so he does.
louis whimpers in surprise when he feels harry’s teeth nip at his lower lip,
tongue slipping out to soothe and lips moving harder against his. he can taste
the lingering chocolate and wine in harry’s mouth, but there’s also an
underlying flavor of harry, of his mint mouthwash he swishes three times a day,
everyday; the taste of something louis has smelled everyday in his pillows and
the clothes he borrows from harry and all the times he’s inhaled his hair. it
taste’s so good and louis feels he’ll never be satiated.
they kiss until their mouths hurt, until they’re hard and aching and they want
even more. louis reaches up to unbutton harry’s shirt and slip it off, glancing
at harry silently and harry nods in permission, swooping down to kiss louis
again as his shirt is slipped off his shoulders followed by his trousers. he
reaches out to undress louis too, running his hands over louis’ smaller limbs
and it’s infinitely fascinating touching with this new underlying desire as the
motive behind it.
harry reaches down to palm at louis through his underwear and the older boy
moans into his mouth, reaching between harry’s legs to find his dick heavy and
leaking between his legs, so hard that the tip is poking obscenely out of the
top of his tight little briefs and louis moans again at the sight.
“you’re so hot harry, so beautiful when you’re like this,” louis breathes
against harry’s neck, nipping gently at his collarbones as they stroke each
other slowly.
“mm, louis please, you can take’m off,” he whimpers, hips rutting desperately
into louis’ hand. the older lad takes the hint, moving his hand away from
harry’s length to peel off his underwear and free his aching cock. it’s flushed
dark, curving against his stomach and harry whines, tearing off louis’ own
underwear and staring at him shamelessly for a minute before he bends down and
kisses the tip of louis’ dick.
“louis,” he breathes, one hand stroking down louis’ side as he leans up to purr
in his ear. “i want you to have sex with me.”
louis can feel harry all around him, pulling him to another place entirely,
something closed and only between them and as he kisses down harry’s neck he
thinks he doesn’t want to ruin this.
“are you…are you ready?” he gasps as harry moves his fist up and down his
shaft, flicking his wrist and coaxing beads of pre-cum out of the slit.
“yes, god yes. i want you to fuck me.” he presses in for another kiss, a dazed
smile on his face. “it’s only you louis.” another kiss to each corner of his
mouth, the hollows under his fine cheekbones. he can sense louis’ hesitation in
the slight tension of his jaw. “no reason to be afraid. i trust you.”
and louis’ still unsure but then harry’s climbing into his lap, wrapping both
of his long arms tightly around his neck and kissing him deeply and their cocks
bump together and the feeling of harry’s skin against his is overwhelmingly
good. they kiss for awhile until harry takes one of louis’ hands and brings it
behind him, guiding one of louis’ fingers to his hole.
“wait.” louis breaks away from the kiss, breathless and nearly trembling with
how much he wants harry. but he can’t forget about making this good for the
other boy too, about making him comfortable. “we have to have lube, hazza.”
harry groans and rests his forhead on louis’ shoulder and louis chuckles,
sliding both hands under harry’s thighs and carrying him that way over to the
bed where he presses him down gently against the cerulean comforter.
“do they have any in the bathroom?” louis asks, smoothing a curl out of harry’s
eye and stepping in between his legs.
harry shakes his head, leaning forward to nuzzle his face into louis’ tummy. “i
brought some. it’s in my over-night bag.”
louis’ eyes widen, but he can feel the shyness in harry’s muffled words so he
doesn’t tease like he might normally, just breaks away for a second to dig
through harry’s bag for the little bottle.
once he comes back to the bed and sits down, harry crawls into his lap again,
starting to uncap the lube impatiently when louis stops him with a hand firm
over his. harry meets his eyes, confused.
“i was…i was thinking i might…like to try something?” he squeeks, squeezing
harry’s hand tentatively and harry smiles, curious, nodding for louis to
continue.
“just—just get on all fours okay? i promise you’ll love this.” he presses a
hopeful kiss to harry’s lips for a second, revelling in the fact that he can
that this whenever he wants now.
harry looks confused but doesn’t seem opposed to whatever louis’ idea is, in
fact he looks excited, relieved that louis seems as into this as he is. so he
turns over onto his stomach, lifting onto his knees with his cock hanging heavy
between his legs, arse up in the air and craining his head back to look at what
louis’ doing.
he feels the older boy’s hands gentle on his waist as he begins to press slow,
open-mouthed kisses all down the knots of his vertebrae. it sends little
shivers down harry’s body and he can’t help shifting a little with the teasing,
reaching a hand down to grip his cock when louis bats it away, gently pushing
his hand back to the mattress and holding it there.
“don’t want you to touch yourself,” he murmers, lips brushing against harry’s
ear and making him feel overheated and ancy. “i want you to come just from my
tongue.”
“what?” harry croaks, voice hoarse with arousal and eyebrows drawn in confusion
but louis ignores the question, intent on continuing his teasing.
when he gets to harry’s arse he smooths over one cheek with his hand, nipping
softly at the baby skin and humming low in his throat. he kisses all over his
bum, licking closer and closer to his hole and pulling apart both cheeks with
his hands until harry’s whining in frustration. louis leans forward, licking
suddenly at the tight ring of muscle before leaning away to blow on it gently.
“louis,” harry cries, and he’s not even embaressed it feels so good. he doesn’t
even understand why exactly, but he thinks maybe because it’s so intimate, so
intense and fond the way louis’ peppering little kisses right around his
entrance before licking into it hotly, gathering saliva in his mouth and then
pointing his tongue to nudge inside him and the slight stretch is amazing and
then louis is eating into him like harry is the most delicious thing he’s ever
tasted and he’s moving a hand to massage harry’s balls and just graze over his
cock with his fingertips, teasing and working him up but not giving him
anything for relief and harry can hardly stand it. he collapses fully onto the
bed, all of the strength seeping out of him with each flick of louis’ tongue.
“louis,” he chokes out and that’s the only warning louis has before he feels
harry’s body tense and then shake as his orgasm washes over him and he releases
onto the duvet.
louis crawls back over harry and turns him onto his back, revelling in how
pliant and boneless harry is from the intensity of his orgam, just staring up
at him with hooded eyes and turning his chin up for another kiss. he’s panting
though so louis just pecks him before giving him a cheeky smile and tugging him
into his chest, kissing his forehead and keeping his lips there as he asks “was
that okay? you okay, darling?”
harry nods, humming against louis’ chest before he pulls back and gestures down
to the older boy’s still hard cock. in fact it looks even harder than before,
straining against his stomach and painfully swollen.
“i still want to ride you, lou. really, really want to.” he traces light finger
patterns down the older boy’s chest, looking up at him through his eyelashes
and he looks so pretty that for a second louis just stares, transfixed.
“yeah?” louis aks and the thought is so hot, especially when he notices that
harry is still hard. “wow, you really do want to,” he remarks, a little
incredulous at harry’s eagerness.
“uh huh,” harry whimpers, nodding his head eagerly and reaching for the lube
again. he coats his own fingers with it, sliding them inside himself easily
after being opened by louis’ tongue.
“do you want me to wear a condom?”
“no,” harry moans, slicking up louis’ cock with his left hand as he lowers
himself over it, keeping his fingers buried in himself until the last second.
“i know you haven’t…ungh…been with anyone else.” he’s sinking down slowly,
keeping one hand around louis’ cock, the other planted against louis’ pounding
chest.
“harry,” louis gasps when he’s fully sheathed in the younger boy, the tightness
squeezing all around him and all he wants to do is pound into that heat, fuck
harry until he’s gasping for air and almost unconscious from the pleasure. he
wants to transcend harry’s happiest moment, give him a headspace so secluded
from the world, so far away where there’s only mindless bliss and them, that no
one can ever hurt him again.
“you feel so big, filling me up holy shit,” harry moans and louis pulls him
into a kiss, the frantic slide of their tongues distracting harry from the
slight burn until he adjusts and starts to wriggle, grounding his ass down a
little around louis’ cock.
it starts slow, just little rocks of his hips but soon turns dirty when harry
really starts to ride him, lifting himself up almost all the way off louis’
cock before falling back down again. the only sounds in the room now are the
slaps of skin on skin, grunts and curses as harry slams down into louis and
angles for his prostate, louis fucking up into him and their thrusts meeting
somehwhere in the middle.
“harry i’m not gonna last,” louis pants, reaching in between their torsos to
jack harry off in time with their thrusts. “want—want us to come together, can
you do that baby?”
“oh,” harry moans long and loud as he sinks down roughly, hands anchored to
louis’ shoulders as he rises and falls on louis’ cock like it’s the most
important thing he’ll ever do, like this is the most emotional moment of his
life. and maybe it is, because soon after louis’ request he’s coming, striping
louis’ chest with his cum and collapsing against him, clinging tight as louis’
thrusts become desperate, sloppy and soon he’s coming too, filling harry up and
trembling as he holds onto the curly haired boy just as tight. he feels like
he’s floating and harry’s the only weight heavy enough to tether him from just
drifting away from reality completely.
…
the next morning they wake up late, sunshine brushing over their naked forms
and prodding their eyelids open.
they order room service and eat breakfast out on the balcony, harry only in one
of louis’ oversized t-shirts and settled against his lap as they feed each
other pain au chocolat and apricots, sipping from their tea and smiling at
nothing.
it’s a rather nice day, slight breeze gusting off the Seine and tainting the
air with the scent of river and grass and springtime that brushes way the usual
grimy city smell.
they shower and then rent scooters to take to the coast because harry still
wants to see the beach. and then the ocean is sparkling and roaring and harry
is running along the sand like the carefree child he never got to be.
they stay there all day, because all louis’ ever wanted was for harry to be
happy.
harry turns and looks at him from where he’s wading into the frigid water,
grinning at louis and trotting over to grab his hand and pull him in with him.
louis just shakes his head because the water is like snow and he doesn’t want
to get soaked but he’ll do whatever harry wants and it’s stupid but he kind of
loves this boy. he’s grinning back helplessly and he says it without really
thinking: “i’m so glad you’re happy.”
and harry nods, curls an arm around louis’ waist and encourages him to venture
further into the waves. “just stay with me then, and i’ll always be happy.”
louis thinks that he should roll his eyes or laugh off the sappiness but he
can’t because he can’t stop smiling and there’s something huge curled up in his
throat that stretches bigger in tandem with harry’s dimples, and his eyes are
wet and full of salt like the sea.
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