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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Tsukishima_Kei/Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Character:
      Tsukishima_Kei, Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex,
      Morning_Sex, yamaguchi_is_not_a_morning_person
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-19 Words: 2590
****** I WANT YOU TO ******
by jean_huh_kirschnickerdoodle
Summary
     Tsukishima has to wake his boyfriend up.
Notes
     i haven't written in a month and i dont even know what im doing. me
     and bitchbaby had this hc and yeah.
     its very hard to come up with a title when the song you wrote it to
     has literally two lines.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was the sound of rustling covers followed by a dull thud that stirred Kei
from his sleep. Amber eyes blinked open, lids heavy with grogginess and brows
furrowed deep with displeasure at being pulled from slumber. Squinting, he
turned to look at his clock in the dark of his bedroom.
8:00AM
Slipping on his glasses, he confirmed it. Palms pressed to the mattress, he sat
up, mind slowly beginning to work. He licked his dry lips and dug his legs from
under the covers. It had been almost stifling despite it being chilly outside—a
result of two bodies sharing a bed—and the crisp air of his room was a nice
shift.
A groan escaped him as he stretched his long body, slender fingers scratching
mindlessly over his stomach as his eyes fell on the mostly buried body that
still occupied his bed. The smallest of smiles tugged at the corner of his
mouth as he moved to what had become Yamaguchi’s side of the bed.
“Yama…” His voice was hushed, as if he would disturb the quiet of the room.
Brushing dark hair back from freckled cheeks, he gripped Yamaguchi’s shoulder
and gently shook him. “Come on, time to get up.”
Futile effort, that.
The only response was a groan and dark fingers gripping the blanket and pulling
it up to his nose. A laugh in the form of a puff of air escaped Tsukishima’s
lips. He had expected no less from Yamaguchi. Shaking his head, he moved away
from the bed, grabbing his phone from where it had landed when the brunet had
thrown it. He had opted to buy a more heavy-duty phone after his boyfriend had
shattered his other one the first time he’d spent the night.
He didn’t bother warning the already-returned-to-slumber Yamaguchi that he’d
return. He didn’t need to. This wasn’t the first time they’d gone through this.
In fact, they’d been doing this since early middle school—long before sleeping
over became more than video games and actual sleeping.
Kei shut the bathroom door and pulled his boxer-briefs down over his feet,
tossing the crumpled cotton into his hamper and ignore the crusted residue that
was evidence of the previous night’s activity. It didn’t much matter, he’d long
since started washing his own underwear.
The warmth of the shower was something of a relief, body no longer quite as
thrilled about the cool morning air. The water was hot, steam swirling up to
the ceiling, and it was all Tsukishima could do to stop himself from standing
underneath the stream until he turned pruney. Knowing Yamaguchi would be
showering later was enough to hurry him through his.
The house was quiet as he went about his morning routine, quickly dressing and
rustling a towel through his wet hair after his shower. He let out a yawn,
slender fingers clicking on the heater in the kitchen; frost still covered the
ground outside the open-curtained window, and he figured it was reason enough.
Running his fingers over his face—a piss-poor attempt to rub away the want to
crawl back under the covers and join Tadashi in his sleep—Kei figured all he
could do was actually bother to make breakfast.
Both his mom and Akiteru were apparently already gone, so he really only needed
to worry about Yamaguchi. A soft smile crossed his face. Digging through the
cabinet he found a box of ‘just add water’ batter; his mother used it to make
donuts. It didn’t take long to whip up and by time the butter was sizzling in
the skillet, it was ready.
He tried his best—unsuccessfully—to keep the pancakes to one side of the pan,
filling the other with a few slices of bacon. Pancakes were usually a little
too sweet for his tastes, but the smell of the bacon tinged with the sweet
scent of the pancake batter was heavenly and he didn’t mind making it special
for Yamaguchi on occasion.
Carefully, he put half of the misshapened pancakes onto one plate, along with
two slices of bacon. The other half went onto another plate and into the oven,
which he set to ‘warm.’ He couldn’t help but feel a little proud—not that he’d
ever admit it—with the outcome, finding the taste satisfactory.
By the time he’d finished his breakfast, loading his plate and knife into the
dishwasher, the microwave told him it was eight-forty-five. He clicked off the
kitchen heater and poured himself a cup of tea, stirring in a spoonful of honey
and sipping at it slowly. He wasn’t sure when he’d started drinking tea instead
of coffee on days that Yamaguchi stayed over. Probably about the time that he
realized coffee meant coffee breath; not that the brunet ever complained about
any kisses he gave or received.
His mug clinked against the surface of the counter, a quarter of the contents
swirling in the bottom. Pulling his phone off the table, he looked at the time.
Nine o’clock. Setting it back down, he headed toward his room.
Round Two, Start.
“Yamaguchi, come on. It’s really time to get up now. We’ve gotta leave by ten
if we want to get there on time.” As if the word stung, the bundle of blankets
that was Yamaguchi curled when Kei mentioned ‘ten.’
He couldn’t really blame him. Normally on weekends like this they could sleep
in as late as they—and by they he meant Yamaguchi—wanted. But this weekend the
team had decided they needed to have a meeting which he was pretty sure was
Suga and Daichi’s way of trying to establish some sort of ‘team building’
activities.
Tsukishima didn’t really get it, but it was mandatory in the way that Mr.
Refreshing was scary as hell when he wanted to be.
Letting out a sigh, he moved to the bed and pulled back the covers—Yamaguchi
immediately curling in on himself at the rush of cold air. He shook him again.
“Yamaguchi~” He sing-songed, shaking him.
“Fuck you, Tsukki.” Yamaguchi groaned, burying his face further into the
pillow.
Tsukishima couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. He crawled over him,
leaning down and nosing into his neck. His dark, freckled skin was warm and
still held the faintest hint of last night’s activities—a sweet mixture of
their scents too mixed to tell where one ended and the other began.
“Come on, Tadashi.” His voice softened on the name, breath hot against
Yamaguchi’s skin. A soft almost whine came from his boyfriend, shoulders
shifting just enough to open his neck to Kei. He didn’t waste it, brushing his
lips along the surface. He followed it with a whisper of a kiss, soft and
closed-lipped, trailing over the freckles on his shoulders and to his
collarbone.
Yamaguchi shifted, twisting his body in a way that left his chest open and his
side vulnerable. Grinning, Kei sucked in his breath, leaning close to the
squishy part of the brunet’s side between his ribcage and hips and…
PFFFBBBTT!
The brunet jumped, letting out an undignified squeak that devolved into
laughter, squirming under Tsukishima’s vibrating lips.
“Tsu—” Yamaguchi squirmed, laughter spilling from him. “Tsukki stop!”
A few seconds more and Kei did, grin still on his face as he looked up at the
breathless Yamaguchi. “I told you it was time to wake up,” He justified.
Yamaguchi looked down at him, eyes still heavy with sleep, Tsukishima close
enough for the brunet to feel his breath on his side. “I don’t think I’m fully
awake yet.” His voice dropped, fighting the urge to smirk.
Amber eyes narrowed, voice dropping. “Maybe I should try something else, then?”
Not pulling his eyes away, he brushed his lips over the spot he’d raspberried,
slowly closing them over the surface. He could feel Yamaguchi’s body tense in
response.
Good.
He didn’t hesitate, lips trailing wet kisses over his ribs—pulling a little
gasp and squirm from the ticklish brunet—before moving to the top of his hip
bone. Yamaguchi willingly rolled completely onto his back, legs slowly shifting
open around Tsukishima.
Putty. 
He smiled inwardly, lips brushing over the barely freckle-dusted hipbones. His
kisses were soft, barely there, almost chaste yet not chaste at all. And they
pulled the smallest of moans, still weak and laced with sleep, from lips parted
just so.
Kei could feel the brunet warming under his ministrations, lips moving further
down until they brushed the soft, rarely touched skin where his thigh met his
body, relishing the view of Tadashi’s slowly hardening cock.
Soon.
Rather than giving Yamaguchi’s dick the attention it sought, he moved further
way from it. He placed tentative, wet kisses along the dark, sensitive, inner
thigh. His tongue slipped out along the surface, lips chasing after, and he
reveled in the unsteady intake of breath that filled the room.
They had long ago discovered that his inner thighs were most
sensitive—Yamaguchi gladly taking advantage of this—but the brunet enjoyed it
almost as much as he did.
“Kei…” Tadashi breathed, eyes no longer heavy with sleep but instead something
else. He rarely used Tsukishima’s first name, almost solely reserving it for
when he was pushed past the point of being ready.
The blond sat back on his heels, still holding a dark thigh, and slowly traced
his hand along the neglected thigh. Slender fingers spread Tadashi’s cheeks
apart, fingertip grazing over his entrance—twitching in response.
“Tsu…” Yamaguchi shifted his hips, darks eyes locked onto Tsukishima.
“Yeah.” Leaning over the brunet, he dug out a bottle of lube and a condom from
the nightstand—once again silently thankful that his family didn’t find the
need to go through his things.
Moving back between Tadashi’s thighs, he filled his palm with the slick, clear
liquid. He only took a moment to warm it, massaging it over his fingers, before
brushing the tip of one over the brunet’s entrance. Slowly, he pushed a slender
finger inside of him, amber eyes watching his boyfriend’s face careful, gauging
his reaction.
His lips parted, a strangled breath catching in his throat. Tsukishima took
this for what it was, carefully pushing in a second finger. It was surprisingly
fast; he didn’t know if it was a result of being sleepy-relaxed, but Tadashi
was opening up to him with little work.
“You’re still soft,” He twisted his fingers, “here from last night.” He
couldn’t help the little grin that pulled at his lips, Yamaguchi’s body arching
in response to the stimulation.
“That’s because—” Yamaguchi’s words cut off with a hitch of his breath, hips
bucking as Tsukishima crooked his fingers and brushed against that spot that
left him breathless.
He tried to steel his expression, tried to hide the way his lids were heavy
behind his glasses or the way his pupils left only a glimmer of amber. He
looked down his nose at Yamaguchi—naked and soft and taut and racked with
resistance to wake—and he couldn’t stop the way his core grew hot or the small
spot of wetness on the cotton that restrained his uncomfortably hard cock.
Not yet.
He twisted his fingers inside of Tadashi, spreading them and stretching his
inner walls before thrusting them back inside. His lips worked over the
brunet’s thigh while his fingers were busy within him, sucking and nipping at
the flesh until there were small marks in their wake.
One last twist and a crook of his fingers and—
“Ah—Kei—”
Yamaguchi’s breath was ragged, shallow in his chest. Slowly slipping his
fingers out, he grabbed the condom with his clean hand—tearing the foil with
his teeth. Pushing down the front of his underwear, his cock hanging heavy and
hard between his legs, he unrolled the condom carefully down his shaft,
drizzling additional lube over the surface.
Amber eyes lifted to Tadashi’s, the head of his cock pressed against his
entrance, and waited. The brunet nodded, barely noticeable, and Tsukishima
pushed into him. Their lips parted, a silent moan slipping from both before
being swallowed by the crisp air around them. Slowly, slowly he slid into him,
lifting his freckled hips just off the bed and pushing forward until his hips
sat flush against the equally freckled ass.
Kei leaned forward, slipping his thighs under the brunet’s hips and resting his
arms beside his head. Just as his lips captured Yamaguchi’s, he began to move.
The movements were small—lazy, shallow thrusts—but each one incited a little
gasp against his lips that left a tightening pressure at the base of his spine.
He kissed the corner of the brunet’s mouth, over freckled cheeks and down his
jaw. His lips sucked and nipped at his neck as warm fingers brushed half-assed
up his back.
“G-good—” Yamaguchi breathed against Tsukishima’s lips, the blond swallowing
the words as his tongue slipped between his lips.
He didn’t slow his movements, bed creaking lazily beneath them, tired moans and
wet, lazy gasps slipping into the air between them. Yamaguchi’s hitching
breaths were hot against his ear as he buried his face in the brunet’s neck,
slowly sucking a trail over the tender flesh before nipping at his ear.
“Ts—ah—Tsukki I—” He didn’t have to finish, Kei could feel him clenching and
pulsing around him, his inner walls vibrating hot and wet and sucking his cock
deep inside.
The blond changed nothing, tongue slipping over the shell of Yamaguichi’s ear
and hips moving steadily, shallow thrusts pushing them both closer, closer. He
moved a hand between them, lazily stroking the brunet’s dripping cock.
“Ah—there—I—Tsukki—Tsukki—Tsu—aah—” Dark thighs tightened around Tsukishima’s
hips, fingers squeezing into the muscles on his back and the blond felt his
cock pulse against his hand, a hot, sticky liquid splattering over his torso.
“Haah—Yama…” Kei’s voice was ragged and breathy against his ear, hips moving
faster now as the pressure in his spine pulled him forward, threatening to
spill over. He grunted, harsh little moans slipping out against Yamaguchi’s
neck until, “—Ta—Tadashi—Nn—” With a strangled moan and trembling hips, he
pushed deep into the brunet, cock swelling within him as he came.
Breaths heavy in the silence of his room, now an oddly perfect mixture of cool
and crisp and sex, Tsukishima moved to capture the brunet’s lips again. He
kissed him slowly, two, three, four, before finally pulling out. Carefully
sliding it off, he tied the condom and tossed it into the trash before turning
back to Yamaguchi.
Dark eyes followed his movements, slender hands grabbing the shirt he had
tossed aside at some point and using it to wipe the cum from his long, lean
torso. He then did the same for Tadashi, dipping down to gently kiss his
freckled shoulders before finally lying back beside him.
Neither said anything as they lie there, breaths returning to normal and still
in their contentment but for fingers that hooked together between them.
“Get cleaned up, there’s breakfast for you downstairs.” Tsukishima broke the
silence, voice sounding stoic and slightly harsh as always. But Yamaguchi knew.
The brunet perked up, eyes alight and mouth in a tight, closed-lip smile.
“Pancakes?”
“Pancakes.” Tsukishima nodded, thinking it had been worth making them.
The brunet leaned close, pressing a soft kiss to the blond’s lips. “Better be
careful or people will think you’re soft,” He joked.
Kei smirked, amber eyes glinting. “Only if you tell.”
Dark brown eyes softened, Tadashi leaning in to kiss him again.
End Notes
     i hope it wasn't too terribly ooc. honestly this was probably the
     most boring shitty thing ive ever written and im sorry. this was so
     cute and perfect in my head.
     comments sustain me, so do that thing
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
d for Harry to continue, but apparently that hadn't been a
rhetorical question, "Right." He said softly.
"And they were in love, right, Louis? They really really loved each other. They
loved each other so much that they'd die for each other. And...I really think
that's a bit silly. I wouldn't ever want anyone to die for me. But I guess my
point is that Juliet wasn't much older than me, you know? But she knew what she
felt."
"I suppose you're right." Louis nodded.
"So I think I'm old enough to know what I'm feeling. And what I'm feeling right
now is that you'd be a really good kisser." Harry said, sitting up a bit and
looking Louis in the eyes, leaning in slowly.
"Harry, we can't."
"Why not?"
"Things were different back in Shakespeare's time. People didn't live as long.
They had to get married young."
"But people haven't changed. Society has. I don't think age has anything to do
with it."
"Harry, it's illegal."
"Not like I'm gonna tell anyone, Lou."
Harry was making some very convincing arguments, and he was slowly leaning in
closer and closer, and Louis had lost all will to stop him. He rested his hands
gently on Harry's shoulders and brought him in closer, connecting their lips.
They moved languidly against each other, neither of them adding tongue or
moving too extremely fast. They worked out a rhythm and stayed in it for a
while until Harry pulled back slowly.
"You're a fantastic kisser." He said.
He then attached his lips to Louis' once more, kissing him harder and with more
fervor. He ran his little wet tongue over Louis' bottom lip, and Louis couldn't
help but allow Harry access. The younger boy thrust his tongue into Louis'
mouth, exploring. Louis brought his hands up to Harry's hair, tangling his
fingers in the brown curls. Harry let out a soft little mewling sound into
Louis' mouth, which caused Louis to groan slightly.
Harry managed to climb onto Louis' lap without breaking the kiss. Louis could
feel Harry's hard cock rubbing against his half hard one, and he let out a soft
moan. Harry ground his hips down into Louis' once, and whimpered into his
mouth.
Louis wasn't sure how he'd let things get this far, but he was pretty sure
there was no turning back now. He wouldn't be able to deny Harry anything in
this state.
Harry removed his lips from Louis', kissing down his neck, and it was obvious
that Harry wasn't very well practiced in the art of giving love bites, but that
was perfectly fine with Louis. His inexperience made the sensation almost more
pleasurable and his mouth searched for the perfect bit of skin to latch onto,
and his teeth grazed Louis' soft flesh as he sucked hard. He stayed there for a
while, just sucking on Louis' neck, and Louis was wiggling slightly, his body
wanting to move in every different direction all at once.
Harry pulled back, looking Louis in the eyes and smiling. Louis massaged his
scalp gently with his fingers, and then Harry was pulling back a bit more. He
pulled his own shirt over his head, and then reached for them hem of Louis'.
Louis knew he shouldn't let him, but in all honesty, he didn't want to stop
him. He raised his arms up so Harry could pull his shirt off with ease, and
then allowed his eyes to roam over Harry's bare chest. He'd seen him with his
shirt off a few times when he was younger and he'd put him to bed, but this was
nothing like that. Harry was older now, and his muscles were more defined.
Harry ran his hands down Louis' chest, his fingers tracing around Louis'
nipples, and Louis whined, his hips bucking up into Harry's and causing them
both to groan. Louis lowered his head, taking one of Harry's nipples into his
mouth and sucking gently. Harry gasped, his fingers coming up to tangle in
Louis' hair.
"Fuck, Lou." He groaned.
Louis' eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when the curse word fell
from Harry's lips. The last time he'd seen him he'd still been at that age
where bad words were absolutely not okay ever, and here he was saying one of
the worst ones. Not just saying it, in fact, groaning it. Because of something
Louis had done.
He licked around the nipple a few more times, and then moved on to his other
one, taking it into his mouth and biting on it gently as he sucked on it.
Louis was fully hard now, and his cock was straining in his tight jeans. He
brought a hand down to palm himself through the fabric, and Harry grabbed it,
stopping him.
"Louis, can we...?"
"Can we what, Harry?"
Harry bit his lip for a moment before meeting Louis' eyes and asking, almost
shyly, "Will you fuck me, Louis?"
Shit. He couldn't exactly say no to that.
"Are you sure it's what you really want, Harry?"
Harry nodded.
"You have to be one hundred percent sure, okay, love?"
"I'm really really sure, Louis. Please." Harry begged.
"Okay." Louis nodded. "Alright. Let's go up to your room, yeah? It'll be more
comfortable."
Harry nodded quickly and climbed off of Louis, grabbing him by the hand and
dragging him up to his room. He pulled him inside and climbed onto the bed,
shimmying out of his trousers and boxers and tossing them onto the floor. Louis
stared at him for a few seconds, taking in the expanse of milky white skin. He
then slipped out of his own trousers and pants, kicking them off his feet and
climbing on top of Harry, settling himself over him gently.
He kissed Harry again, their lips moving together gently, and Harry sighed into
his mouth. He brought a hand down, wrapping it around Harry's cock, which was
surprisingly large for his age, and pumping slowly. Harry groaned and bucked up
into his fist.
"Louis." Harry panted, breaking away from the kiss. "Louis, please. Want you."
"Okay." Louis nodded.
"I have um...I've got lube in that drawer." Harry said, sheepishly.
Louis reached over, grabbing the lube from the drawer and popping the cap open,
"What have you got lube for?" He asked, squirting some onto his fingers.
"I, um." Harry swallowed thickly. "M-my fingers. You know."
Fuck. Louis hadn't even thought of that.
"Right." Louis nodded.
He brought his hand down, circling a finger around Harry's hole, teasing him a
little before pushing in. He pushed all the way in, and then pulled out,
thrusting a few times.
"Is this alright?"
"Yeah. Ready for more."
"You sure?"
Harry nodded, biting his lip, and Louis added a second finger. He thrust in and
out, scissoring them and stretching Harry open.
"This is this most I usually do." Harry admitted, still biting his lip.
"Okay." Louis nodded. "I'll go slow, yeah?"
"Mhhm." Harry nodded.
Louis added a bit more lube, and then slowly added a third finger. He worked
them in and out slowly, stretching Harry gently, being as careful as possible.
Harry was wiggling around on the bed beneath him, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Are you okay, Harry?"
"Yeah." Harry breathed. "Feels a little weird, though."
Louis gently rubbed Harry's thigh with his left hand, and Harry seemed to relax
a bit, a deep sigh leaving his body. Louis thrust his fingers in deep, hitting
the little bundle of nerves inside Harry and causing him to cry out.
He was panting now, "Louis, I'm ready."
"You're sure?"
"Really sure." Harry nodded.
Louis lubed up his cock, leaning over Harry and kissing him all over his face.
Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' shoulders, and Louis lined his cock up
with Harry's entrance, slowly pushing in. Harry took a sharp intake of breath,
and Louis slowed his movements down even more.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
Harry bit his lip hard, "Not really. Just feels a little unpleasant. I'm okay,
though."
"You're sure?"
"I promise, Lou. Just keep going."
Louis continued to push in until he'd bottomed out, his cock fully sheathed in
Harry's tight hole. He waited for a few moments, his cock throbbing, as Harry
adjusted to his size. Once Harry seemed to be fully relaxed around him, he
pulled out slowly, and then thrust back in.
Harry let out a small squeak, "Go faster. Please."
Louis picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out rather quickly as Harry
squirmed beneath him. He angled his hips, slamming directly into Harry's
prostate, and Harry cried out, his fingernails digging into Louis' shoulder
blades.
"Yeah, Lou." Harry panted. "Just like that."
Louis groaned, thrusting into Harry at just the right speed, Harry's nails
still digging into his shoulder blades and causing him a bit of pain, but just
enough to be pleasurable.
"Louis, will you kiss me?" Harry asked, his eyes pleading and lust blown.
Louis nodded, leaning in to kiss Harry deeply. It was a sweet kiss, filled with
compassion. He wanted to be careful with Harry. Didn't want to let himself get
too carried away and accidentally hurt him. Their lips moved together easily,
and Harry moaned into Louis' mouth as he hit his prostate dead on again, and
Harry's body jerked a bit involuntarily.
Louis trailed his lips down Harry's neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses all the way
down, and then attaching his lips to Harry's collarbone and sucking hard. Harry
groaned, thrusting his hips in time with Louis', increasing the force of the
thrusts, and causing Louis to slam into Harry's prostate hard.
"Lou!" Harry gasped. "Oh, fuck."
Louis sucked on the bruise a bit more, until he was satisfied with the mark
he'd left, and then pulled away, looking Harry in the eyes. He was covered in a
light sheen of sweat, and his green eyes were darkened and shining brightly.
His pale skin was practically glowing in the light from Harry's bedside lamp,
and Louis was rather certain he'd never seen anything so beautiful.
"You're gorgeous, Harry."
Harry bit his lip again, and Louis saw an undetermined emotion in his eyes.
Whatever it was, though, it was nice.
"I'm gonna come, Lou." Harry panted. "Please, I'm so close. I wanna come."
Louis nodded, taking Harry's cock into his hand and pumping it quickly,
thrusting just a little faster. He peppered kisses all over Harry's face,
wanting Harry's first time to be as lovely as he could possibly make it. Harry
whined in pleasure, and Louis flicked his thumb over the head of his leaking
cock.
"Lou, I'm go-I'm gonna-" Harry came then, hot liquid splattering over Louis'
chest. "Shit." Harry muttered, groaning loudly.
Louis continued thrusting into him and pumping his cock until he had come down
from his high.
"Want me to pull out, Harry? Are you too sensitive?"
Harry shook his head, "Not until you come, Lou."
"Okay." Louis nodded.
He continued to thrust into Harry, and Harry was letting out small little
whimpering gasps, obviously far too sensitive. It didn't take long, with those
sounds falling from Harry's lips with each thrust, for Louis to come, moaning
Harry's name softly.
He pulled out slowly, dropping down on the bed next to Harry.
"You're lovely." Harry whispered, and Louis grinned.
Louis turned onto his side, and Harry did the same. He kissed Harry gently on
the corner of the mouth.
"I hope you really enjoyed that, Harry. You deserved to enjoy that."
Louis was beginning to feel slightly guilty. He'd just taken something from
Harry that he could never get back. And sure, Harry had wanted it, but he was
young. He could change his mind tomorrow.
"I really really enjoyed it, Lou." Harry smiled. "Why do you look sad?"
"Just...Feeling a bit guilty." Louis admitted.
"Please don't, Louis. Please. I asked you to. I wanted you to do it. I'm so so
glad you did that with me. I know it wasn't technically 'okay' or whatever, and
I'm just really thankful that you did it anyway, Louis."
Louis sighed, feeling close to tears, "I'm glad I did, too, Harry. Really."
"Hey, Lou?" Harry asked around a yawn.
"Hm?"
"I know I can't...I can't be your boyfriend or anything. But just know that if
I was older I would be in a heartbeat, if you wanted me to be."
Louis took Harry's face in his hands and kissed him gently on the mouth, "I
would want you to be, I think."
Harry grinned brightly, "Will you sleep here with me tonight?"
"I dunno, Harry."
"Please?" Harry asked. "Mum and Robin won't be back until tomorrow evening."
"Alright." Louis sighed.
Harry curled up to his side, and they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
000
The next day passed almost as normal, aside from the shower they took together
in the morning, both a bit of a sticky mess. Neither one of them mentioned what
had happened the night before, but they sat a bit closer than usual on the
couch, and Harry was a bit more smiley than normal.
As the evening approached, however, Harry found himself dreading the time that
Louis would leave.
"Louis?" Harry asked, urgently.
"Yes, Harry?"
"You're going soon and I just...I just wanted you to know that I'm still glad
last night happened. I'm still glad you did that with me."
"I'm still glad, too, Harry."
"Can I kiss you? One last time?"
Louis nodded, and Harry leaned in, pressing his lips to Louis' gently, not even
moving them. Just a nice, sweet, closed mouth kiss.
"You're really lovely, Lou."
"You're lovely, too, Harry."
"What if I tried to get everyone to leave me home alone for a weekend again
soon?" Harry asked hopefully.
"We'll see, Harry."
Harry wasn't going to push. He knew that if anyone found out what they'd done,
Louis could get in serious trouble. So he took the "we'll see" and he took it
gladly. He snuggled up to Louis' side and Louis kissed his temple gently.
Twenty minutes later, his mum and Robin arrived home, pulling into the
driveway. Louis scooted away from Harry a bit on the couch, and Harry tried not
to frown too much. He greeted his mum cheerily, as did Louis, and then he
walked with Louis to the door.
"Don't forget to call me about your football match, yeah? I want to be there,
cheering louder than everyone else."
"You'll have a tough time cheering louder than me." Anne said. "You're on."
Louis chuckled, and Harry gave him a hug, and he could feel Louis smiling
against his hair.
"See you soon, Harry."
"See you." Harry said.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Anne asked, a hand on her hip.
Harry had to fight back a blush, "Guess not." He muttered.
He turned away from his mum, and a huge grin spread across his face.
It hadn't really been bad at all.
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