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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:
      Foot_Fetish, ankle_fetish, ankle_and_leg_worship, Blowjobs, Saying_no,
      having_limits_respected, First_Time, early_years_fic, 16-Year-Old_Harry
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Attraction_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-08 Words: 2590
****** Attraction (You Are the Sun) ******
by i_amthecosmos
Summary
     Harry likes Louis's ankles.
Notes
     I got this idea from Louis walking around with his cute little ankles
     out all the time. And also from this idea in astrology that Aquarians
     are attracted to feet and ankles. Put them together and you get this.
     I hope you like it.
It was Louis’s fault. Harry was pretty sure of it. They were watching movies on
his laptop, the rest of the house silent for now, Louis playing with his hair.
Harry was watching the horror movie Louis insisted on watching and trying not
to get freaked out by it. By the way Louis was giggling at him, he was failing
pretty badly. Getting to know Louis meant enduring a series of initiations,
tests, things Harry had to pass for Louis to see that he was worthy of spending
time and emotion on. Harry didn’t really mind, it was worth it.
“You don’t really like this, do you Harry?” Louis’s voice was in his ear, and
he could feel the warm puff of breath against his skin. “Here, we’ll turn it
off, I just wanted to see if you would watch it with me.” Harry bit back the of
course I would at the tip of his tongue and shrugged. Louis turned off the
movie and got up, heading for the kitchen. Harry followed him, stretching his
arms over his head. “Oi, stop yawning, you’ll make me yawn next. Prat.”
“Sorry Lou.” He tried to keep it down-the other lads are asleep, he thinks,
Liam passing out first (Harry had to nearly fight Louis to keep him from doing
something horrible to Liam’s helpless body). Niall and Zayn wound up crashing
together, stumbling into the same room, and it had been over an hour since he’d
seen them. So it was just him and Louis.
He got startled out of his thoughts by Louis smacking the side of his head,
gently. “Haz, come on. Let’s go back, I found some beers.”
“It’s late,” Harry says, trying to argue when he knew it would do no good.
“Lou, come on, we’ll have to be up early.”
“No we don’t,” Louis said, popping a bottle open. “Here you go.” Louis put the
beer in Harry’s hand and he shrugged, deciding one wouldn’t be a big problem.
He took a sip as Louis opened his and poured half of it down his throat at
once. “That’s better. See, it won’t keep me up. It’ll help me sleep.”
“You need help to sleep?” Harry frowned, and Louis just looked at the tile
floor.. “I mean, it’s none of my business, I’m sorry.” Louis seemed to shake it
off then and turned back to Harry with a smile.
“It’s nothing. I’ve always had insomnia. Ever since I was a kid, I just don’t
sleep much.” Louis shrugged and looked away, his way of changing the subject,
and Harry didn’t try to stop him, instead going with him back to the living
room. Louis laid down on the carpet, in his swim shorts and tank still. Harry
lies down next to him, and looks down at Louis’s legs. They’re freckled from
being outside all day, and they’re long and elegant and…he can’t look away.
“Harry?” Harry doesn’t respond at first, then Louis shoves an elbow in his
side. “You alright?” Harry looked back up at Louis, who seemed rather confused.
“You’re staring at me.”
“Right, sorry.” Harry doesn’t feel that sorry, and he can’t stop either, his
gaze going back to Louis’s legs. “I was just, I mean…” He waved his hands
around.
“You were just what?” Louis was still looking very wary, and Harry supposed he
couldn't blame him. “You looked bloody weird Haz, like you were planning on
eating me alive. You aren’t, are you? Harry?”
He starts back at that, looking at Louis again. “Oh. No, course not. I just
want…can I rub your feet?” Harry can hardly believe what he just said, but
there it is, and he can’t back down, not now.
“You want to rub my feet? Is that all?” The look on Louis’s face says clearly
you are a crazy person, but Louis just toes off his Vans and wriggles his toes.
“All right, go ahead then.” Louis flopped back on the carpet, but his eyes were
open, watching Harry. Harry looked at Louis’s feet, and they were a bit sweaty
and smelled bad, but they looked nice all the same.
“Okay,” Harry said, and he reached out, trying to get the butterflies in his
stomach to calm down. He started with Louis’s left foot, pressing his thumbs in
to relieve some of the tension. When Harry looks up, Louis is still watching
him, face serious and interested. Harry swallows and puts his eyes back on
Louis’s foot, kneading it, feeling it under his hands. It wasn’t sexy, exactly,
but he liked it. It was intimate.
“Now start on the other one, come on,” Louis said, and he sounded impatient for
the first time, but Harry didn’t listen, and instead he started touching the
little joint of his ankle, running his fingers over it, and he could hear
Louis’s protests die in his throat. Harry wrapped one of his hands around
Louis’s ankle, and then he let go, running his thumb from foot to knee, sending
gooseflesh up Louis’s leg.
“Fuck.” Harry looked up, so engrossed in touching Louis that he’d forgotten to
check his reaction. Louis’s eyes were glazed over, and he was staring at Harry
like he wanted to climb inside him. “Harry, shit. I mean…don’t stop. Why are
you stopping? Don’t stop.”
“Okay,” is all Harry can think to say, and he started on Louis’s other foot,
rubbing it, but going back to stroke over Louis’s left calf every now and then.
There was a spot on Louis’s foot that felt tight, on the ball of his foot, and
when Harry pressed down over it Louis moans so loud he’s afraid he’ll wake up
the other lads. “Shhh, Louis. Quiet.”
“Sorry,” Louis said immediately. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet.” Harry frowned,
because since when was Louis so agreeable, but then Louis moved his legs
further apart, and Oh, Harry could see how hard he was in his pants. Harry
didn’t say anything, but he moved his hand up higher, past the knee and up his
thigh, stopping a couple of inches before Louis’s dick.
“Fucking tease,” Louis said between clenched teeth as Harry rubbed over a tense
spot in Louis’s thigh. Louis was sitting spread apart now, and Harry fit his
body into the space, until he was close-up to Louis’s knee. He kissed it,
tasting warm skin and salt, and he could hear the shaky exhale of breath Louis
gave at that.
“Are you going to suck me?” Louis’s voice is low, with a tremor that Harry
could just hear. He looked up at Louis, and that must have been enough because
Louis started pushing his trunks down, and Harry grabbed them, pulling them off
so now he had a close up look at Louis’s cock. It made him nervous, so he went
back to kissing Louis’s thigh, moving down almost to his knee and then back up.
Louis huffed out a laugh. “Never had my legs worshiped before. Have you done
this?” Harry shook his head, and Louis shifted around. “It’ll be okay. Don’t
take too much. I like it when people lick the head. And don’t bite.”
“Okay,” Harry said, and he licked his lips, nervous. He looked up again and
Louis had his eyes closed, head tipped back, and he leaned in and licked once,
over the head of Louis’s cock. Louis grunted, and he put a hand in Harry’s
hair, and Harry licked again. Louis made another sound, this one high-pitched
and needy, and that made him braver. He took Louis’s cock in one hand and moved
his mouth over and down.
“Yes.” Louis had both hands in his hair now, petting and touching but not
guiding. Harry went slow, and tried to get a feel for it as he sucked. Louis
didn’t try to rush him, in fact he stayed silent, his constantly moving hands
the only signal that he wanted more. Harry kept going, even though he felt he
was in over his head, but Louis didn’t push, didn’t rush him, until he grunted
and tugged hard. Harry pulled back, but he got one shot to the mouth. He wiped
his mouth with one hand and kept jerking Louis with the other as he came,
dripping over his hand. Harry didn’t know what to do, so he wiped his hand on
his shirt.
“Jesus Christ,” Louis said, sitting up. “How long have you wanted to do that?”
Harry didn’t answer, because he didn’t know, he hadn’t thought about it until
he’d seen Louis hard because of something he did. “Come here, come up here,”
Louis said, holding a hand out to him, and Harry moved up to where he was, side
to side, and Louis slid his hand inside Harry’s shorts. “You’re not that hard.”
“About halfway, I think,” Harry said, because while going down on Louis had
been fun it was a lot of work, and he’d been too distracted to think of his own
arousal. Louis flipped him onto his back and kissed him hard, then pulled back
and held his hand in front of Harry’s face. It took him a second to realize he
was supposed to lick it, but when he did Louis put his hand back down Harry’s
pants. He jerked his hips as Louis stroked him. “Yeah,” he said, and Louis just
kissed him harder.
Harry breathed hard and moved into Louis’s hand, getting harder by the second.
Suddenly Louis pulled his hand out, and before Harry could protest said “Hey,
since you did me, do you want me to blow you? I will.” He opened his eyes and
Louis grinned at him, then started moving down before Harry could even say yes.
Harry lifted his hips as Louis pulled down his shorts. “Look at your cock, it’s
beautiful.” Harry almost said something, because he’d never gotten complimented
on that before, but then Louis had his mouth on him and he knocked his head
against the floor, his words gone.
Harry put his hands in Louis’s hair, needing the touch to anchor him as Louis
sucked him and made him fall apart. “Shh, you’re making too much noise,” Louis
said, pulling off, and he didn’t know he was but he bit his mouth closed
anyway.
Louis’s mouth was amazing. He went down far, further than Harry had, and then
suddenly pulled off. Harry looked up to see Louis sucking his own fingers, and
before he could ask why he was doing that, he felt Louis rub the slick fingers
over his arsehole. “No!” He jerked up as Louis moved his hand immediately,
staring at Harry in horror. “I mean, not now. Not yet.” He hoped that Louis
knew what he meant, that he wasn’t ready.
“I’m sorry,” Louis said, and he sounded like it, voice heavy. “I should have
asked first.” Harry wanted to tell him it was all right, but Louis put his
mouth back on Harry’s cock, so he shut up and let him, already close despite
the interruption.
“Your mouth is so wet,” he said, voice wrecked by it, and he could feel the
vibrations when Louis laughed around his cock. This just brought him closer,
and he grabbed Louis’s shoulder. “Louis, please, I’m gonna…”
Louis didn’t pull off, and Harry came in his mouth. He could feel Louis’s
throat working and he flopped back on the floor, arms dropped to his sides,
unable to move. After a minute he felt Louis pushing his pants back up and then
Louis was holding him, face in his neck. “Good? Did you like it? Sorry about
the fingers.”
“I-I liked it,” Harry said, and Louis kissed him, his mouth bitter from Harry’s
come, but Harry opened to it anyway. The kiss was soft and gentle, and when
Louis pulled back, he asked “Was that your first time?”
Harry paused, and then said “First with a boy.” He hadn’t done that much with
girls either, but that didn’t seem as important as letting Louis know he was
the first bloke.
“Okay. Do you fancy boys?” Harry didn’t answer, because all he could think to
say was I really like you, and that wasn’t the question. So he kissed Louis
again, feeling tired and satisfied, and then he curled up against his side. “Oh
Haz. You’re such a sweet lad. Let’s get you to bed.” Harry didn’t protest when
Louis helped him up and took him to the empty bedroom, tucking him in before
leaving. Harry tried to get his eye, wanting him to stay, but Louis closed the
door. Harry turned to his side and fell asleep.
The next morning Louis stayed by his side, even more than usual, and Harry
didn’t object. Once, when everyone else was distracted, he whispered in Harry’s
ear “Everything okay?” Harry smiled at him, and Louis smiled full-on, eyes
crinkled, and then pounced on him for a tickle fight. Harry figured that meant
everything was back to normal, and they wouldn’t do it again.
Later that night, when they were all taking the piss out of each other instead
of practicing, Harry reached over where Louis was sitting cross-legged, his
ankle next to Harry’s knee. Harry didn’t really think about it, he just wrapped
his hand around it, feeling the delicate bones underneath Louis’s skin. He was
listening to whatever story Niall was telling, and didn’t notice how quiet
Louis suddenly got.
“Right,” Louis said, and Harry turned to him. “I’m just going to head to my
room, see you guys.” Harry frowned at him, because Louis didn’t really go to
bed early, or sometimes at all, crashing out in the living room or seemingly
staying up all night. But Louis moved Harry’s hand off his leg and walked to
the rooms, with a look back at Harry he couldn’t decipher.
When Louis didn’t come back after about ten minutes, Harry muttered some excuse
and went back to look for him. “Louis? Are you all right? Lou?” He walked into
one of the bedrooms and suddenly Louis was there, yanking him through the door,
closing it, and pressing him against it.
“God, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting.” Louis put his hand on the side
of Harrys’ face and kissed him, hard and demanding, and Harry opened up to it.
“You tease, touching me like that. Just grabbed my leg in front of everyone, I
thought I was going to die right then, fuck.”
“Oh,” Harry said then, as Louis moved to kiss his neck and shoulder, pushing
his shirt out of the way. He hadn’t meant to, but now that he knew how it
affected Louis, his cock was well on board with this. Then Louis hit his knees,
and Harry stuffed his hand in his mouth so nobody would hear him moan.
“So, so, you like it too?” Harry said afterward, when he could catch his
breath. Louis nuzzled his jaw, and bit a little kiss there.
“I do now. I like it because you like it.” Harry rubbed over Louis’s back, and
he made a noise suspiciously like a purr. “I’ll never wear socks again.”
“You already don’t,” Harry said and Louis just laughed, kissing him again.
“I’ll burn the ones mum gives me. Even if it’s cold, I won’t wear them. You can
touch me whenever you want then.” Harry figured that was as good of a
declaration of togetherness that he was ever going to get from Louis, and he
smiled into the next kiss, holding him close.
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