yours feb 11th, for the @bottom-harry-ficfest
“Unlock the door!” Harry shrieks, pushing down on the handle furiously.
“Don’t do that, it’ll break!”
Undoing his own belt, Louis leans over the gears, swatting his hand aside to stop the assault on his car. Harry pushes him away, grunting with effort.
“Just sit still!” Louis snaps, looking at him.
Squashed up in the front seat, he’s startled by how close they are. Harry exhales heavy gusts of heated air against his cheek. Taking a shaky breath, he catches green eyes. Time stops. Harry’s pupils are blown wide, hiding the green; lashes thick and long enough to be tangled up, framing horizons. Louis makes the fatal mistake of dropping his gaze to Harry’s lips, pink and soft, hot breaths falling from them. His eyes flit back up, fluctuating between both pupils, suddenly desperate. Harry’s plastered against his seat, watching just as intently; his chest rising with the intensity of his breaths.
Looking at him, Louis can’t hold back. His hands reach up to frame both sides of Harry’s face, and they collide in a fiery kiss. Hot, fierce, and filled with anger. Harry surges up against him, coming to life under his touch. Hands coiling around Louis’ neck, he gasps, lips parting to make way for his prodding tongue, melting into his seat. It’s frantic, crazy, and butterflies swarm his stomach in vast fleets. Their first kiss flashes behind his eyes, Harry’s fingers burn around his neck, crawling into his hair, tugging hard.
Louis groans into his mouth, lashes fluttering as their kiss deepens, and all the space between them becomes a nuisance. Harry’s like nothing he’s ever had before. He’s tequila on the tongue, an electric current flowing through every last one of his senses. They separate, lips slick and shiny, heartbeat in his ears and the taste of cherries on his tongue when Louis’ suddenly pushesd back into his seat, dazed.
Harry’s on him. Crawling across the gears to sit on his lap, meeting his lips again in a breathy moan as Louis’ hands scale across his hips to settle on his ass.
“Don’t talk,” Harry gasps, a firm hand tugging his head back to meet blue eyes. Louis’ gut twists with a rush of hot desire. “I don’t wanna hear your voice at all.”
