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Exhilaration. Alive. A rush. Harry's senses were heightened by the way Louis' body fit with his. It created a blend of illusion and reality. Oddly what described it best was "safe" which let his imagination free. Harry heard sounds of nature around them like something new. Even the ordinary fluttering of leaves in the aspen trees was different. It sounded like tiny whispers. His skin tingled with the shifts of wind teasingly combining with the shifts from Louis. This gave Harry a sense of Louis being the wind and it was his breath laughing over Harry's skin. Shadows of leaves falling over them combined with the warmth of the sun made this seem magical too. Like the mix shadows one instant where there was a burst of bright light next were made by fairies playing in their wake. Harry smelled a mix of their bodies' scent. Louis' was intoxicating. Everything felt right to Harry. He needed to call Louis' his.

Four lads from the UK find themselves sent to a work-program for troubled youth at an equestrian facilty where gang-like relationships are key. They are unable to resolve their differences and band together despite their shared backgrounds until a fifth lad from the UK arrives. Finally their relationships transform. Then again, the fifth member brings their tenuous interactions something unexpected.