#gingersnaplou

“This water is much nicer than the lakes back home,” Louis mumbled as he adjusted his position, his back flush against Harry’s chest as they sat in the rather large bathtub. 

Louis leant his head back against Harry’s shoulder, letting the warm water sting against his cold skin and the slight steam enter his system. Harry pressed a single kiss to Louis’ temple, letting the smaller boy fit into him easily and enjoy the feeling of the hot temperature water calm his muscles. It was nice to sit in the complete silence, having nothing and no one to worry about. It was nice to take a relaxing pause from drama and heartbreak. 

Harry lifted his arm behind him, grabbing a large bottle off of the edge of the tub and popping the cap open. Louis didn’t flinch though, and Harry assumed it was because he was stuck in the trance the warm water had put him in. Harry tipped the bottle upside down and gentle squeezed the cylinder until a light green liquid had poured out. He watched as the substance entered the water, until there were a few squiggly lines of green here and there. After returning the bottle to its original place, his hand dipped into the water once again and pushed the water away from the two intertwined bodies, then pulled it back towards them to allow the green liquid to travel from the other end of the tub, back to the boys. 

“Harry,” Louis whined and squirmed, not liking the way the water would creep further up his chest every time Harry created a rippling effect. 

All Harry did was smile at the small complaint, because he did really find it adorable when Louis was frustrated or annoyed by something. But soon later the bath was filled with white bubbles, covering the surface of the water so they could no longer see their legs. It didn’t take long for Louis to feel a new texture against his skin, so his eyes shot open and he was immediately taken back by the new sight.

“Harry!” he repeated the name again, but this time it was more of a frantic gasp than an annoyance. Louis pressed his back further into Harry’s chest and felt the little shudder of the boy behind him when Harry had broken out into a chuckling fit. 

“Its bubbles, Lou. Its just soap,” he promised, introducing the boy to something that didn’t exist in Neverland.

“Bubbles,” Louis repeated the word under his breath, liking the way it sounded really odd but also extremely cute at the same time. Kind of like Harry.

Louis raised his arms from the water, examining the few bubbles that stayed attached to his skin when they left the liquid. He leant his head forward and poked out his tongue, licking a thin strip along his forearm and taking a few of the foamy bumps into his mouth. After the bitter taste stayed on his taste buds long enough for him to experiment with them, he made a slight choking sound as his mouth opened wide and his tongue was exposed to the air. 

Harry leant his head back against the edge of the tub he was leaning on, letting out separated laughs when Louis turned around to give him a disapproving look. Harry instantly regretted laughing, because before he knew it, Louis was on the other side of the bathtub with his back pressed against the other end. Both of the boys stared at each other for quite a long time, blue and green clashing.

“You could’ve told me it wasn’t food,” Louis snapped, annoyed by the fact that he had made a fool of himself in front of Harry, and because the bubbles tasted god awful.

“Hey!” Harry protested against Louis’ remark, leaning forward and sinking his hands into the water to grab a hold of Louis’ ankles which were right by Harry’s knees. “I told you it was soap, and no one eats soap, you nut.”

Louis furrowed his eyebrows and tutted out his bottom lip, making the most insanely adorable angry pout Harry had ever seen. Not even a three year old’s pout could top Louis’. Harry grinned wide, his dimples indenting in the corners of his mouth as he watched Louis scoop up a handful of the bubbles.

“Don’t eat it,” Harry mused.

Louis raised an eyebrow and raised his hands full of bubbles to his mouth. He in took a deep breath of air before he huffed it all out, forcing the bubbles to travel forwards and land on Harry’s face. Louis barked out a loud laugh which echoed through the empty bathroom, the water swaying against the edge of the tub as he slammed his hands down onto the surface of the water. Harry couldn’t help but to laugh as well, because the sound of Louis’ high pitched noise of amusement triggered every happy emotion Harry contained. 

“I’m sorrrrry, bubbles,” Louis smiled brightly at the new nickname he had came up with for Harry. He adjusted his body in the confined space and brought himself to his hands and knees, crawling towards the large body. “Up,” Louis commanded, taking a hold of the back of Harry’s knees and forcing his legs to haul upwards.

Harry’s legs were now bent and his feet were rested at the bottom of the tub, his boyfriend placed in the middle of his legs. Louis blew a few gusts of air onto Harry’s face, ridding some of the bubbles as Harry’s eyes shut tight against the harsh hit of Louis’ breaths. Louis ended off his blowing with a slight laugh, allowing his thumb to brush away any of the bubbles of which were left on Harry’s damp face. “I like bubbles,” Louis confirmed his opinion in a mumble, earning a no-tooth smile from Harry.

But Harry couldn’t focus on the way Louis was acting completely adorable, because all the ran through his mind was how fucking good the smaller boy’s skin looked when it was wet. He hadn’t noticed this before like he should’ve, but the way Louis’ tanned skin glistened under the dim light of the bathroom, and the way the ends of his fringe plastered to his forehead was absolutely gorgeous. It reminded him of how sweaty and flushed Louis would be after a fuck, or a blow job, or just anything, really. The thoughts and the sight in front of him stayed in his mind, but then forced their way downwards and before Harry could react to what Louis had said, he was hard.

Louis must’ve felt it too, because an innocent grin creeped upon his lips that resembled one of a curious six year old. “Can I show you I love you? Show you all of my love, like you said? I haven’t done that in a while.”

Harry felt a sudden ping of guilt attack his stomach when he heard the words Louis had spoken. He didn’t feel like he deserved Louis at all, let alone deserve stealing more intimate moments from him. He just continued to breathe, staring at the face in front of him without saying a word as the thoughts of what a terrible boyfriend he was scrambled through his mind.

“Harry,” Louis whispered the name, but it wasn’t frustrated or mad like it usually was when Harry wasn’t paying attention. It was almost like Louis knew exactly what he was thinking, and Harry liked that because if he explained why he was upset, he would cry.

“We’re kissers,” the tanned boy explained, bringing one hand to cradle a side of Harry’s face. When Harry leant into the touch, Louis continued to speak. “I know you’re really stupid--” this caused Harry to crack a smile “--but everyone makes mistakes. And you were drinking that nasty drink. Alcool? Alcook?”

“Alcohol,” Harry corrected.

Louis simply nodded. “You were drinking alcohol, and I know what that’s like. You don’t understand what’s going on, and that’s scary. You didn’t know what you were doing, or saying. And that’s okay. I know that you love me, and you know that I love you.”

Harry was nodding as Louis was speaking, wanting to scream that he loved this boy more than anything, but he really loved the sound of Louis’ voice like this, so he didn’t interrupt.

“That stupid giant pixie was just really mean, but you’re not mean. You’re really nice, and stupid, and cute, and funny. Like bubbles, except you’re much bigger and you taste better,” Louis smiled, and Harry smiled even bigger.

Not knowing how to respond, Harry did the only thing that he knew Louis would understand. He attached their lips in a gentle kiss that not even a passionate kiss could show the same amount of affection.

Louis didn’t waste anytime, so he ran previous events through his head and remembered each step Harry took before making love to him. He had that cold liquid stuff, but it was only to make things slippery. They were in water, so Louis assumed they didn’t need that. Harry would always start off with those long fingers. He called it ‘working you open, stretching you out’. And that’s exactly what Louis did. His two fingers were soon inside of Harry, bending and stretching in ways that Harry didn’t know Louis even knew about. They spent a little while like that, with Louis fingers fitted deeply inside of Harry, but not touching his prostate because Louis didn’t know he had to search for it. But Harry didn’t mind, instead he let the quiet bathroom echo with his little noises of approval and short words of encouragement.

“Ready,” Harry whispered to Louis’ lips, and Louis comprehended what he meant.

After pulling out his fingers, Louis felt himself becoming just a slightly bit nervous. He figured moving his hips like the way he and Harry had grinded before would be acceptable and would pleasure Harry the way he himself was pleasured last night. Louis reached behind Harry’s head, gripping onto the edge of the tub for leverage before his hand disappeared into the bubbles and water again, taking ahold of his own cock. He slid it down Harry’s arse until he assumed he was pressing against the hole, and knew he was at the correct spot when a small hum escaped Harry’s reddened lips. 

“Go, baby,” the larger boy encouraged through a whisper, his eyelids resting gently shut.

Louis kept his eyes on Harry’s relaxed face, slowly pushing his hips forwards until his full length was buried inside of Harry’s heat. Louis let out a soft noise at the pleasure that cursed up his spine and created shivers throughout his full body. He watched as Harry’s calm face twisted up into a ruckus of pleasure, eyeing the dimples that formed on his cheeks. Louis liked how they weren’t there because of a smile.

He waited a few moments like Harry always did, letting the curly haired boy get used to the feeling of being full and consumed, waiting until his face had relaxed a bit again before he slid himself half way out and hauled himself in again. Harry’s lips parted open and Louis swore it was the most attractive thing he had ever seen, watching Harry slowly unwind underneath him so vulnerably.

Louis wanted to say something, wanted to tell Harry how beautiful he looked with his mouth hanging open and his eyes shut tight with flushed cheeks. But he had no time, because Harry’s hands made their way to Louis’ hips and were guiding his movements to produce thrusts. 

This kind of made Louis mad, resulting in a low growl to ripple in the back of his throat. “No,” he hissed, and Harry began to loosen his grip on the hips while Louis forced himself into full control. Harry’s eyes shot open when Louis’ thrusts became dominant and defined, completely in shock by the way Louis could rhythmically guide his hips so easily and so damn well.

Harry’s eyes were glossed over in lust, staring up at the blue eyes which were mainly black because of the dilated pupils. With one hand still propped on the edge of the tub, and the other still attached to Harry’s hip, Louis continued his thrusts. They were neat but harsh, causing the water in the tub to collide against the porcelain sides. And Louis knew he was hitting that one spot that always drove him off the edge, when the moan that escaped Harry’s lips overwhelmed the noises of the flushing water and Louis’ groans. 

“Fuck, Louis. Again,” he hissed harshly, pressing his skull Harder into the wall of the bathtub and clenching every muscle in his body.

Louis’ head dropped down to rest against the tub, right next to Harry’s head as he pushed all his strength into the desperate thrusts, hitting Harry’s prostate each time and sending Harry further into another world.

This had never happened before, but Harry actually started to tremble under Louis’ actions, quivering out groans and moans and sentences like, “Oh my god, yes.”

“You look so pretty like this,” Louis complimented before ending his sentence in a long groan, feeling Harry clench around him unbelievably tighter. “Your face is the absolute prettiest when I fuck you.”

Harry gasped, the words Louis leaking out causing him to slam his hands along the edge of the tub, scraping his nails down the white surface. He didn’t like how vulnerable he was acting under Louis, with his pathetic whimpers and shaking body parts; but Louis sure as hell loved it. Louis wanted to see him unwind more, if that was even possible. His hand which was attached to Harry’s hip then brought its attention to the untouched cock which was propped up right against Harry’s stomach. He stroked the erection and matched his wrist flicks with his thrusts, causing Harry slip further into the trance Louis always seemed to put him in.

Tears welled up in Harry’s eyes as his prostate was being slammed against and his cock was being abused by such a fucking well working hand. “Louis, Louis, Louis,” the curly haired boy chanted before he finally released into the water. 

Harry forced himself to clench around Louis even though he was drained out physically, letting Louis ride out his orgasm and allowing each drop of cum he had left to be let go.

The remained in the same position for a few moments, Louis’ heavy breaths hitting Harry’s shoulder and Harry’s hitched breaths colliding with Louis’ neck.

Louis tuned out the booming loud music and the annoying flashing lights, simply focusing on the few rules Harry had given him prior to arriving to the party. He repeated them in his head repeatedly, burning them into his brain so he could easily remember them and he wouldn’t upset Harry.

No talking about home.

No talking about anything/anyone at home.

Ask questions privately.

Never, ever leave Harry’s side.

And although Louis hadn’t said it, he quite liked the last rule a whole lot. He was obeying well too, both of his arms wrapped tightly around Harry’s torso as they walked further into the crowded house which was filled with teenagers that were nearly all the same height as him. His eyes scanned the room, seeing empty bottles tossed around, people standing on furniture, and people showing each other their love. But Louis knew the pairs weren’t kissing to show love, like him and Harry always did. He knew they weren’t kissing to make money like the people on Harry’s laptop were. The thought of people kissing without a reason bothered Louis more than anything, because he felt like kissing was an act that should be strictly used to show someone how much you love them. And if you don’t love someone, you shouldn’t kiss them.

“Why are people kissing if they don’t love each other?” Louis whispered the question near Harry’s ear, obeying the third rule.

Harry glanced around at the few snogging couples in the busy living room, trying to think of a way to explain their teenaged actions without ruining the innocence of Louis’ perspective of kissing. “Because they’re stupid,” was all Harry replied with, and it made Louis crack a smile because he was thinking the exact same thing.

Harry purposely walked slow through the bundles of people, letting Louis soak in and get used to the surroundings of sweaty bodies and the stench of alcohol and weed. In all honesty, he didn’t even want to continue any further because it would result in him bumping into the three ‘friends’ that were too arrogant to accept Louis. But he figured he should come to support his friends and make sure they didn’t hook up with anyone other than each other, just as he always did at parties. 

“Harry, mate!” he heard a deep voice call from the other side of the room, instantly making eye contact with Zayn.

His three closest friends were sitting on the floor by the couch, forming a circle with a few other girls and boys Harry couldn’t quite see from where they were. Pushing aside previous occurrences, Harry gathered up the nerve he needed to prevent himself from knocking each one of the boys along the jaw. His tight grip secured even more around the smaller boy as the couple pushed by a few more people until they reached the group. By the time they got there, there was already a space available. The lovers sat down next to each other and Louis kept his hands to himself, figuring that should’ve been one of the rules that Harry forgot to mention. But Harry felt exposed without Louis’ touch, so his large hand rested on Louis’ knee, giving it a gentle squeeze until Louis’ hand was covering over Harry’s. Louis used his free hand to fix the beanie that was upon his head, to make sure his mandatory hat hadn’t fallen off in the crowd he wasn’t used to.

“We’re playing Asshole, wanna play?” Liam asked as he shuffled the deck of cards.

Zayn leant behind himself and grabbed a large bottle of Jack Daniels, then placed it in his lap. He soon had eight red cups in his hands, evenly pouring the alcohol into each cup and distributing the plastic objects to each person sitting in the circle. 

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. 

Louis turned his head to look at Harry with desperate eyes, wanting to ask the question of what the fuck asshole was and what in the world Liam was holding. And once the cup was placed in his hands, more questions filled his mind and it sort of overwhelmed him. 

Harry leant down and pressed his lips to the top of Louis’ ear, placing a gentle kiss there before whispering a few instructions. Once he pulled away, he took Louis’ cup from him and poured the alcohol into his own cup because he figured Louis did not need to experience being drunk again. 

“I’ll sit out of this one,” Louis announced over the music, saying the sentence Harry had ordered him to say. He looked at Harry for approval and smiled once Harry nodded at what he had done. He loved making Harry happy.

Liam nodded at Louis and began to deal the cards, tossing them onto the ground in front of each person until the deck was finished. Louis watched as everyone held the cards out like a fan in front of them, taking a card out of the pile and placing it somewhere else in their hands. He watched as a few people picked up their cups and took a few gulps of whatever they were drinking, watching their faces scrunch up. As soon as he saw their reactions, Louis knew it was probably something similar to the alcohol which he had consumed the other day and immediately understood why Harry had taken his cup away from him. Harry. Louis snapped back into the Harry trance he was normally in, leaning his head on Harry’s broad shoulder to look at what was on the cards. There were black and red shapes, with different numbers and some even had a few pictures of queens and kings, which Louis really liked. There was a card with a large ‘A’ on it, and a single heart in the middle. Louis’ eyes lit up as he pointed to the shape, looking up at Harry as if it was the symbol that described what they shared. Harry’s dimples became visible as he smiled at what Louis had noticed, looking down at the boy to give his nose a quick kiss.

“Okay, whoever has the 3 of clubs, you’re up,” Niall announced to the circle.

Harry watched the center of the circle as a 3 of clubs and a 3 of hearts were tossed in the center. He scanned his cards and placed his fingers on the low pair he had, placing it on top of the 3’s.

And the game continued on, Louis becoming very impatient as he watched everyone’s fingers mix in with the cards and grip onto their red cups. He wasted time by drawing the shapes he had seen on the cards onto Harry’s knee, trying to memorize how each one was drawn because he really, really did like how pretty they looked in black and red.

By the end of the round, Zayn had lost and was labeled asshole while a girl by the name of Perrie had won. Harry watched the sinister smirk on her face grow as she tapped her finger against her pale chin in a mocking way. “I want the asshole to get his asshole finger fucked.”

Well, fuck. Harry didn’t know they were playing a drinking game. But it was kind of stupid to assume they would just be playing a friendly game of cards at a damn house party. All Harry knew was that he couldn’t become asshole, because then he would be forced to do something with someone who wasn’t Louis, that he would probably end up doing because he could feel himself slowly sinking into a drunken state. Niall burst out into laughter, grinning in the direction of Zayn and Liam. Liam’s face grew a deep red as he stared at Perrie for a little, and although Zayn was all for it, he didn’t want Liam to have his adorable little anxiety attacks. 

“You know I can’t, man,” the tanned boy gave Perrie a begging look, and she rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Alright, damn pussies,” she scoffed, tilting her head to the side. “Make Liam hard,” was all she commanded.

Zayn was suddenly happy that he had lost the round because it was giving him the opportunity to touch his boyfriend in a way he had been craving to all day. Louis watched them with curious eyes, feeling slightly happy because Zayn was going to show Liam he loved him. It made Louis feel warm inside, because he knew that the two boys were kissers and that they were doing this to show each other their affection. Although in reality it was simply just following the rules of the game, Louis didn’t take that into consideration. But before anyone (besides Louis) could bring their intoxicated thoughts into focus, Zayn had his thin legs straddling Liam’s lap and his mouth was pressed down against Liam’s ear. Louis’ eyes narrowed in on the way Zayn’s lips moved as he talked against his boyfriend, really wanting to hear what was being said. He assumed Zayn was whispering simple things like, I love you. You’re so beautiful. You don’t understand how much you mean to me. But it was quite the opposite, because the words that left Zayn’s mouth and entered Liam’s ear were things like, Can’t wait to get out of here. Are you going to get hard in front of everyone, Li? Gonna show them what they can’t have, and what I’m going to have tonight? Zayn’s whispers traveled straight to Liam’s groin and they practically hauled his cock upwards, having it easily press up against Zayn’s. Zayn smirked in triumph, swinging himself off of Liam’s lap to sit next to him. Nearly everyone’s eyes traveled down to Liam’s pelvis as they saw the outline of his cock through his light gray jeans.

Perrie erupted into laughter, her head tipping backwards as she mocked the erection Liam tried to cover up with his hands. “You better go upstairs before 10 inch over here starts to cry.

Louis felt bad for Liam. He knew what it was like to have an erection and not be able to do anything about it, and he didn’t think he deserved to be put through that pain. He watched as the couple stood up and disappeared into the crowd, the circle of eight turning into a circle of six. They enclosed the circle a little more and this gave Louis the chance to look at everyone who was actually here.

There was Niall. A boy sitting next to Niall. He didn’t know his name, but he could’ve sworn someone addressed him as Josh. And he realized Josh just really couldn’t keep his hands off of Niall, which Louis thought was cute. Louis couldn’t keep his hands off of Harry either. There was the girl that had told Zayn to touch Liam like that, and he didn’t catch her name. But she was really pretty, he thought. Almost like Tinkerbell, but much bigger with purple tinted hair. The last person in the group was a girl as well. She was brunette, and reminded Louis of the weather pixies that only came out when it was raining. But she looked very familiar, and it frustrated Louis that he couldn’t pinpoint where he had seen her before. 

“And then there was six,” Niall said with a smile on his face as he dealt the cards around the circle again, mouthing something as he did so.

Louis was forced through another round of waiting around and drawing circles into Harry’s thigh. Harry would look down at Louis whenever he had the chance and his attention wasn’t on the game, and he would smile because Louis was being silent for once, and no one was making any rude comments. Although he did miss the loud expression of his raspy voice and the way his eyes would jump when he saw something new. Josh had become president, and Harry was okay with the fact that he was crowned vice president because it meant he didn’t have to fall into the commands of whatever Josh came up with. The girl sitting next to Harry became asshole, and everyone laughed when her mouth curved into an unsatisfied pout.

“I want the asshole to kiss whoever she finds most attractive,” Josh said, his eyes focused on the loser.

Perrie fixed the end of her shirt and playfully leant towards the girl with puckered lips, causing both of them to erupt in high laughter.

“Aw, fuck,” Niall cursed when they didn’t end up kissing. “Can’t you guys just kiss for us?”

Perrie rolled her eyes at Niall’s boyish comment, and the drunk girl who was crowned asshole sent him a gentle grin. The circle was quiet for a moment before her manicured hands lifted to cup Harry’s cheeks in her hands, forcing the boy to turn her way. She attached their lips in a deep kiss, neglecting the fact that Louis was holding onto the boy with a tight grip. Louis was frozen in his spot, unsure of what to do when the lips of some other girl attached to the lips of his kisser. With the girls’ eyes closed and her cheeks hollowed, Louis recognized her. That was the girl in Harry’s phone, the girl who was kissing Harry’s cheek in the picture that tore Louis heart. But now her overly pink lips were mixing in with Harry’s and Louis felt his weakest. 

“Stop!” he shrieked, leaning across Harry to push the girl’s shoulder harshly so their lips detached. “What are you doing?!” Louis nearly yelled, staring at the girl with desperate eyes. Louis’ arms wrapped around Harry’s torso once again and he violently pulled his boyfriend closer to his grip. He didn’t realize it, but he was shaking. 

“Calm the fuck down,” her voice snapped as she held her shoulder where Louis’ hand had harmed it.

“Lou,” Harry warned in a harsh voice, but Louis could tell there was something off about it. “Its fine. It was only a fucking kiss.”

And that’s what caused Louis’ throat to close up and tears to blur his vision. He let go of the curly haired boy and raised himself to his feet, desperately making his way through the people to find the front door. Only a fucking kiss. Louis choked out a sob as he walked, pushing his way out of the large house and down the steps. Only a fucking kiss.  Louis walked aimlessly down the sidewalk. Normally he would be afraid of being on his own in this unknown world, but he silently hoped something bad would happen to distract him from this horrid pain he felt in his heart. He walked to a nearby park, feeling lost until his eyes landed on the second star to the right in the sky. Home. Home sounded really nice right now. Before Louis made his way to Neverland, he thought about how much he desperately wanted a kiss from Harry to block out everything and erase everyone from their thoughts.