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6: fingers kiss

       The room was warm…stifling even. The only thing you could hear was the passing of the cars outside, horns…and the deep breaths of the two best friends laying side by side in bed. The sheets were wrinkled and bunched up around their waists. Louis’ eyes wouldn’t leave the ceiling and then he turned over on his side to let his gaze fall over the beautifully exhausted boy that he loved, but he refused to voice it. His fingertips ghosted over Zayn’s chest slowly, swirling around the shapes that made up his tattoos. 

       He bit into his lip when Zayn caught his hand and laced their fingers together. Louis swallowed thickly as the younger of the two looked up at him and his breathing hitched. Canting his head to the side, he pulled Zayn’s hand closer to him and he turned it over, tracing his fingertip around his palm and he smiled just briefly before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He pressed his lips together for a moment before brushing them against Zayn’s thumb. He wrapped them around the tip of it and sucked gently, scraping his teeth against the skin before moving to the next finger and repeating his actions slowly.

       He could feel Zayn shift and his gaze was burning a hole into him and his body was trembling. Zayn’s free hand gripped onto his hip and Louis hummed quietly as he finished kissing his pinky finger and then he climbed on top of the raven haired boy and took his other hand to do the exact same thing. Louis was always gentle with Zayn…he felt like he needed to make up for everything he’d done in the softest of movements. His tongue was sharp with his words and that would always be Louis, but when he saw the look on Zayn’s face after he said what he did…it was just one more thing Louis hated about himself.

       His gaze locked with his best friend’s as he sucked on his middle finger and Zayn curled up between his lips as his hips rocked up to match the movement of Louis’ mouth. Louis let out a quiet whimper at the back of his throat and he took even longer to finish up. Once he was, he laced both of his hands with the other boy’s and he leaned down immediately to catch his mouth in a slow, tired kiss. He breathed into him and inhaled every bit he could.

       The older boy’s body was pressed flush up against Zayn’s and as Zayn’s hands gripped onto his hips to pull him impossibly closer, Louis gasped as words echoed between them. His eyelashes fluttered a bit and he was looking down into his best friend’s eyes. Zayn hadn’t said them…Zayn hadn’t said them.

              "…Say it again." 

       Louis’ lips parted and a noise sounded at the back of his throat. “I love you—- I love you.” He whispered as his fingers curled against the sheets. “I love you…I love you. I love you…” He breathed it into Zayn’s mouth and against his cheek and his neck and his shoulders and into his ear. “I’ll always love you. No one else…” He whispered.