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works/884771.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Rimming, Fingering, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-15 Words: 4658
****** (your hand in mine) sweet summertime ******
by toplinson_(crybaby)
Summary

     'Louis?' he says softly, his fingers scraping against the paving and
      Louis pulls at pieces of grass, swallowing thickly as Harry bobs in
     the water, legs kicking in small movements to stay afloat. 'Swim with
                                     me?'
                                        
      (Harry is Louis' seventeen year old neighbour who swims in his pool
                  when he thinks he won't notice. They fuck)
Notes
     Wow okay I have school in eight hours and this is short and unedited
     bc apparently I found a teeny bit of creativity right as my holiday
     ended. Go figure. Sorry for mistakes, no time to edit. This is for
     Angela
     Marked as underage bc even though 16 is legal in the UK and my own
     country, for some people it's 18
      
     DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone or anything.
Louis is no fool. He's known that his neighbour's youngest son, Harry, had been
sneaking into his garden and swimming in his pool ever since the first time
he'd come home and just caught a glimpse of awkward limbs scrabbling to climb
over the fence through his window.
But he doesn't mind, so he doesn't call the boy out on it. He pretends that he
doesn't notice the water splashed over the edge of his pool when he gets home
from work, or that he doesn't see a flash of movement when he looks out the
window above the basin in his kitchen. He really doesn't mind, because he
doesn't swim in the pool so he's glad that someone is.
Sometimes, he'll be quiet when he comes home, so that Harry doesn't know he's
there, and he'll creep through his house before finding hiding where he can
watch him through the kitchen window, where he can see him in proper detail
above water, or upstairs from his bedroom window when he wants to watch him
swim from above, how his body glides through the water, gangly yet graceful as
he unwinds in Louis' swimming pool.
Louis finds himself growing used to finding the boy in his pool, feeling uneasy
on the odd day when he'll come home to an empty backgarden. He just likes to
watch him, as he floats or as he practices his hand stands, or as he does laps
in Louis' pool that is far too small to be doing laps in. Louis just likes to
watch how his body moves when he's wet, the water making him glisten and making
his hair slick back and his eyes seem bigger and his lips go pinker against his
water-pale skin.
He knows he has a problem when he starts leaving work early just so he can
watch a seventeen year old boy, and hope that he'll look around nervously
before pulling off his swim-shorts, like he had a few weeks ago. He knows he
has a problem when he isn't wanking to the thought of fucking his last one
night stand, but to the thought of fucking an adolescent boy with narrow hips
and thin thighs and a pretty mouth. 
He knows he has a problem because he finds himself wanting to get closer, watch
how the water licks him up close, feel his wet skin beneath his fingertips,
lick the water from his neck as he fucks him with his fingers.
He knows he has a problem because he finds himself taking off his suit jacket,
undoing his tie and grabbing a beer, opening the door onto the patio as softly
as he can. 
He sits down on a deck chair, leaning back and sipping at his beer as he
watches an oblivious Harry float on his back, eyes closed. 
When Harry opens his yes and sees him, he flounders, eyes going wide and scared
as he starts to shiver in the cool water. Louis says nothing, just has another
sip of his beer and offers a tip of his chin in greeting.
Harry scrambles then, pulling himself out of the water so that Louis can watch
it drip down his back, shorts tight and clinging to his perky arse before he's
sprinting over Louis' lawn and pulling himself over the wall so he's back in
his own garden. Louis stays out on his patio until his beer is finished and the
sun is setting.
//
Louis still comes home early the next day, and the day after, and then the
next, but Harry's not there. He tries to ignore the regret in his stomach and
the loss in his chest when he gives up hope on Harry ever coming back.
Until its a Friday night, and he's in his living room, windows open to let in
any cool air. He cradles a beer, eyes on a bad program as he struggles to get
comfortable in the heat, his shorts and shirt feeling far too restricting. The
sun sets slowly, and it's when she's finally saying goodbye before night, the
sky edging towards navy, that he hears a splash from outside.
He ignores it at first, until there's another, and then another. He mutes the
television, walking into the kitchen and flicking on the outside lights to peer
into his garden. His fingers tighten around the neck of his bottle as the
lights littering the garden spring to life, the light in the deep end of the
pool flickering on so he can see Harry's lithe form gliding through the water.
He pulls open the sliding door, stepping out onto the patio, and he watches.
Harry looks at him, but pays him little mind, just continuing to swim through
the clear, illuminated water. Louis gulps, his feet carrying him closer as his
heart thumps, bare feet stepping over the soft grass before he's standing right
at the edge of the tile around the rim if the pool. Harry ignores him, so he
sits down, cross-legged, to watch.
Harry pretends he isn't there as Louis sips at his beer, transfixed by the
movement of his skinny limbs. It's only once the sky has gone dark and the
stars peep out and if Louis' listens carefully, he can hear his television
switching to the eight o'clock film, that Harry pauses, acknowledges him, and
swims to the pool edge, his hair wet as he clutches to the tiles and sucks his
wet lip into his mouth.
Louis takes a sip from his bottle, his breathing quickening as Harry looks up
at him, blinking slowly. His eyelashes clump together, thick and dark and he
looks like china, his lips bright pink and eyes bright green.
'Louis?' he says softly, his fingers scraping against the paving and Louis
pulls at pieces of grass, swallowing thickly as Harry bobs in the water, legs
kicking in small movements to stay afloat. 'Swim with me?'
Louis finds himself nodding, finishing off his beer to calm the butterflies in
his stomach before he's pushing himself to stand. He looks down at Harry, now
resting his chin on the ledge and looking up at him with doe eyes. Louis gulps
before he's fiddling with the hem of his shirt and he's slowly pulling it up
over his torso and off. Harry bites on his lip.
Louis unbuttons his shorts, pushing them down his thighs and stepping from them
before he's taking a deep breath and climbing into the pool, standing on the
shallow step.
Harry swims over to stand in the shallow end, water licking at his chest. Louis
steps in slowly, until he's on the second last step and the water's licking at
the tops of his thighs, getting the legs of his pants wet.
He steps down onto the grainy floor, water reaching his stomach as he stands
before Harry and Harry just blinks up at him, silent. The single pool light on
the wall of the deep-end lights the water up, turquoise, and he looks down as
Harry reaches for his hand, slots their wet fingers together.  
Harry steps them back towards the deep end, pulling Louis to follow him until
his feet can no longer touch the ground and Louis' covered up to his shoulders
before he's wrapping his arms around Louis' neck. Louis runs his hand over
Harry's skin beneath the water, his fingers trailing down his slick back before
he's holding him by the back of his thighs.
His wet briefs press to Louis' stomach as Harry levels his eyes with Louis. His
breath is warm and Louis knows he shouldn't feel so nervous, terrified. Harry's
eyes settle on Louis' lips and Louis watches the movement of Harry's lips
parting, wet with pool-water.
Louis adjusts him, squeezing his fingers into the soft backs of his thighs and
pressing him against his chest, water slipping between their bodies. Harry
leans down, resting his chin against his chest, slotting underneath his neck.
Louis runs one hand from Harry's thigh back to his spine, tracing his fingers
from the waistband of his briefs up to the curve of his back, resting down in
the small. Harry makes a soft sound, Louis spreading his fingers on his back
before Harry's loosening his hold around his neck and he's leaning back into
his hand, trusting his weight as Louis lowers him down. 
Louis steps back into shallower water, arms straining as he dips Harry back.
His thighs wrap around Louis' hips as Louis leans him back to float in  the
water, his hands resting beneath him to hold him steady. Harry's eyes slip
closed, the water lapping over his chest and his throat as he floats. 
Louis surverys him, eyes roaming hungry as they track down his pale chest, his
skin smooth. He balances Harry with one hand, the other settling in the centre
of his chest. He splays his fingers, desperate to touch all of him, lick away
the chlorine of his skin until he's clean and sensitive.
Louis grazes his fingers over the bright red of his nipple, circling the bud
until it pebbles beneath his fingers. He traces his hand lower, resting over
Harry's tummy where it rises and falls with his deep breath. Harry makes to
arch up, pushing his stomach up and shoulders down so water trickles over his
neck and he lowers his head, tilting his chin up, lips parting.
 
Louis scoops him up, pressing him to his chest quickly. Harry's eyes spring
open and he reaches for Louis' shoulder, holding tight to him as Louis breathes
out fast, his hands lowering for his fingers to span over Harry's arse.
Harry presses a hand to his chest and his breathing is quick, his eyes big and
his lips open as he sucks in breath. His fingers brush through the dusting of
hair between Louis' tight nipples, fingers soft as they brush over a hardened
nub. Harry looks down to Louis' lips and Louis squeezes his bum, pressing his
fingers into the soft flesh through his wet briefs as Harry's eyes flick from
his lips to his eyes, and back.
Harry's hands are shaking he trails his fingers up Louis' neck, into his damp
hair and he twists his fingers in, holding Louis steady as he leans up. Louis
squeezes his arse as Harry's lips hover before his, his warm breath puffing
over Louis' lips as he slowly fits their lips together.
Louis digs his fingers into Harry, body tense as their lips brush softly. Harry
pulls back, eyes wide and scared. It's silent, nervous as they both watch each
other, chests heaving against one another.
Louis surges in, holding Harry steady as he presses his lips back to Harry's.
Harry pulls on his hair as he kisses back, Louis pushing his hips tight against
his stomach as Harry winds his arms tight around his neck. Harry's lips go lax
against his, letting Louis take control and claim is mouth.
Louis bites into Harry's lower lip, teasing it with his teeth as he nibbles
lightly. Harry's outbreath takes the form of a whimper and Louis' squeezing
tight on his arse as he's edging his tongue past Harry's lips, teasing his
mouth open so he can lick in and taste him.
Harry moans, his hips rubbing into Louis' stomach and Louis can feel him, hard.
He presses his fingers into the crease of Harry's arse, pressing his thumb over
where he can feel his hole through the fabric, teasing over him with his
fingertip.
Harry plasters himself to his chest, body soft and warm as he lets Louis mould
him. Harry sucks on his tongue, sucking away the bitter taste of his beer.
Louis sneaks his fingers into Harry's briefs, pushing them down off his arse so
that his fingers can tease over the furls of Harry's rim, making Harry squeak
and buck his hips forward.
Louis tucks two fingers into his own waistband, pulling his pants down until
his cock bobs out. Harry gasps when he feels Louis pressing against him,
leaning his weight down against Louis' cock. Louis groans as Harry kisses him
with no finesse, lips wet.
'Will you fuck me?' Harry pants, drawing back and tilting his chin down,
looking up at Louis through his eyelashes, flush light and hgih on his cheeks.
Louis gulps and nods, silent as Harry breathes heavy. 'Okay. Yeah, okay.'
Harry presses a soft kiss to his lips as Louis steps them back to the shallow
end before he's lowering Harry down into the water, Harry's fingers finding his
naturally, as Louis climbs out, his underwear wet and heavy, slipping down the
thick of his thighs. 
He pulls them off once he's outside the pool and they land with a slap on the
tile. His skin pricks with warm, still air from the outside as Harry pulls his
hand back to shimmy his briefs down his hips, stepping out of the wet, white
fabric.
Harry reaches up for Louis, pushing himself onto his toes so he can wrap his
arms around Louis' neck and kiss him. Louis traces his index finger down the
line of his spine, pressing Harry's skin against his own.
Harry pulls on the wet ends of Louis' hair, his own hair dripping wet down his
back as Louis presses his fingers into the slight dimples at the small of
Harry's back, hand resting on his bum and squeezing.
He steps Harry back to the grass, pulling back so he can lower himself to the
grass and pull Harry after him. Harry falls on top of him, lying on his chest
as he connects their lips again, slow, tentative. 
 
'Can you hold on a second, sweetheart? I need to go fetch the lube.' Louis
kisses into his mouth and Harry nods, arms wound around his neck as his knee
presses between Louis' thighs before Louis' rolling him off and pulling himself
to stand.
Harry lies back on the soft grass, body spread out and glowing in the light of
the evening, the garden lights and the pool light, paired with the light
pouring out from inside casting shadows over his body. Harry leans up on his
elbows as Louis stands over him, his body small and skinny below him. Louis
gives himself a few hard strokes before he's shaking his head, crouching to
kiss Harry's pink mouth, and scampering back inside.
Harry lies back down on the grass, ignroing the soft itch of it against his
back as his eyes flitter over the specks of stars before his eyes are slipping
and he's twisting his fingers into the grass, arching his back off the ground
as he waits for Louis.
Louis bounds back to him, kneeling down to cup Harry's jaw and kiss him as he
sets his lube and condom down beside his head. He hovers over Harry's body,
hands and knees pressing into the earth. He kisses down to Harry's neck, lips
pressing behind his ear and down his throat so that Harry gasps, pressing up,
his still-growing length hard against his tummy.
Louis kisses along his clavicle, down the centre of his chest. His kisses turn
wet and open, fleeting as they press lower before he's kissing around Harry's
belly-button, fingers reaching up to toy with his rose nipple as he flicks his
tongue into Harry's naval.
Harry makes a high sound when Louis kisses down, toward his small cock, and he
passes it completly, instead kissing down the crease of where his thigh meets
his groin.
Louis slots his hands between Harry's thighs, pressing them open and up so that
he can kiss lower, right behind his still-hairless sac, lips soft as he kisses
down to his arse.
Harry's body tenses up in anticipation, thighs spread wide as Louis presses a
wet kiss over his hole and Harry lets out a squeak.
Louis kisses over and around his blushing rim, kisses turning sloppy as spit
gathers. Harry whimpers, Louis flicking his tongue out to lap over his pretty
hole slowly. 
'Can you pass me the lube, sweetheart?' he asks, face pressed into the crease
of his thigh.
Harry nods, passing the tube down to him and getting a kiss planted to his hole
as thanks. Louis flicks up the cap, squeezing a dollop onto his fingers until
they're wet and slippery. He leans up to press a kiss to the base of Harry's
cock, making him gasp. 
Louis kisses up his tender underside as he presses his fingers to Harry's pink
hole, spreading lube over his rim before he's pressing his first finger to his
hole, wrapping his lips around his tip as he presses his finger in.
He sucks to distract the boy and keep him hard, sucking softly as he edges his
finger to his knuckle, Harry tensing around him and making a pained noise. 
'Stings,' he whimpers, his body arched up as he tries to keep his thighs open,
fingers pulling up strands of grass as Louis slowly works his finger, crooking
and twisting his single digit while Harry softens slightly on his tongue,
whimpering as Louis thrusts his finger slowly, working his second in alongside.
He sucks down more of Harry, sucking him simply so that when his fingers
scissor and crook, rubbing along his walls and nudge against his pleasure-
point, Harry swells against his tongue, fattening up.
 
Harry gasps, his hips pushing back onto Louis' fingers shyly as Louis traces
around the bump, avoiding direct contact.
'What was that?' Harry asks, eyes starry and shocked.
'That's your prostate, darling.' Louis replies, pressing a kiss to his inner
thigh. He adjusts himself, sinking on his forearms so he's once again at eye
level with Harry's hole. 'Can you pull you knees up, sweetheart?'
Harry does as told, hooking his fingers behind his knees and drawing up,
spreading his arse open for Louis, the summer air warm against his skin as
sweat starts to bead behind his ears.
Louis leans to press his lips to where he's thrusting to fingers into Harry,
wet and slick as his fingers stretch his rim. Harry moans as he nudges at his
spot, tongue tracing where his fingers tuck inside him. He slips his third
finger in on an outstroke, rubbing over his prostate as soon as he buries all
three to the knuckle so that Harry focuses more on the pleasure than the burn. 
He fucks his fingers inside Harry slowly, tucking them against Harry's prostate
as he opens him up, Harry whining at the feeling, his cock dribbling drops of
precome onto the soft of his tummy.
'Tell me when you're ready, darling.' Louis says with a kiss to the back of his
thigh before he's licking around his fingers, lapping around Harry's pretty
hole so that he moans.
Louis can't help feeling nervous as Harry's volume ups, knowing that his
neighbours could easily look down into his garden and see them spread out on
the grass, bare and slick. But there's something dangerous, knowing that if
Harry's parents where to go into what he knows is Harry's bedroom, overlooking
his garden, they'd see their son, fingers wedged into his arse and moaning for
it.
Harry's nails dig into the skin behind his knees, whining as Louis nudges at
his prostate, spreading his fingers so he can lick between them, into Harry's
body. Harry whimpers, Louis tasting his sweet as precome bubbles out from
Harry's head. 
'I think I'm ready, Lou,' he keens, chewing into his lip as Louis starts to
nibble on his rim.
Louis pulls back and nods, sitting back on his knees as he reaches for his
condom, leaning over Harry's body to grasp the foil. He tears it with his
teeth, rolling the rubber over himself and moaning at the feeling of a hand
around himself as he spreads lube over his cock, wanking himself until he's
terribly hard before he's spreading a dollop more lube onto his fingers,
spreading them over Harry's arse before tucking his fingertips back in.
He lowers himself to his forearms over Harry, planting a soft kiss to his
rasberry lips as he reaches down to grip himself and press his tip to Harry's
hole, applying pressure until Harry's giving way and Louis' head slips in.
Harry reaches to grip to Louis' shoulders, biting down into his skin as he
lifts a leg to bracket Louis' hip.
Louis presses in slowly, Harry biting his pain into Louis' skin so he can share
it, the feeling of Harry around him making his senses overload.
He holds position once he's bottomed out, hips pressed to Harry's arse. Harry
kisses him, frantic and needy, his nails biting. He nods, slowly the first time
before he's nodding again, unsure. Louis kisses him softly as he draws his hips
back, Harry gasping as he pulls out so just his head remains before he's
pushing forward. Harry whimpers, his fingers finding grip in his shoulders as
Louis thrusts slowly as sucks into his neck, biting a bruise into the milk.
Harry scratches down his back, head falling back against the ground as he lets
out a shaky moan, Louis' cock dragging over his prostate.'Faster, please.
Faster Louis.' he sighs, small and shaky, throat bared.
Louis kisses his throat, swipes his tongue over his bite as he speeds his hips
up, his slow rythm turning faster so his hips start to slap against Harry's
fleshy arse and Harry moans, forehead crinkling.
He looks pained as he takes it, but he moans and grips onto Louis, wraps his
thighs around his waist and hooks his ankles, pressing his heels above his arse
to push him in harder. His mouth falls open and garbles around silent words as
croaky moans sound out, head falling to the side as Louis pushes harder,
deeper, skin slapping crude and dirty.
Harry babbles, mostly strings of curse words and his name, cutting off in moans
when Louis grazes over his spot. He works back against Louis' thrusts, arcing
his hips to meet Louis and pressing him deeper, holding his body tight to him
while Louis listens and gives him all he has. 
Harry surges up, nails digging into the skin of his back as he presses their
lips together, Louis slipping a hand between their sweat-slick chests to wrap
his fingers around Harry's cock. Harry moans into Louis' mouth, his hips
fucking up as Louis fists him fast between their chests, hips fucking deep into
him as their lips slot toegther, hot air expelled between.
Harry arches up, sweat gathering down his chest and over his forehead. The
grass scratches at his back, itches him, but he's too blissed to notice, too
absorbed by the feeling of Louis fucking him, fast in his backgarden.
'Close,' Harry whimpers, Louis tugging fast on his cock, rough fingertips
grazing his silky head. Louis nods, biting on Harry's lower lip and soothing it
with his tongue, squeezing Harry as moans, loud into Harry's mouth.
'Come on darling, you can do it. Come for me sweetheart, come on,' Louis
encourages, brushing his lips to press against Harry's ear, hearing Harry whine
his name in response.
Harry moans as Louis angles his thrust, nudging right against his prostate as
he rabbits his hips, stroking Harry fast until Harry's arching up into him,
keening high and his body's tensing up as he comes, dribbling over Louis' fist
and smearing over his stomach, babbling Louis' name as Louis softens his
thrusts, fucking him through it until Harry's falling back to ground, boneless
and limp. He kisses Harry softly, pulling out of him and soothing a hand up his
side.
Harry whimpers as Louis sits back on his haunches, gripping himself with one
hand and pushing up Harry's knee with the other. He wanks himself fast, Harry
watching down with drooping eyelids as Louis tugs himself quickly, fingers
gripping into where's he's holding Harry's thigh to his chest before he's
biting his lip to swallow his loud moan as he's spilling over his fist, his
come splattering over Harry's pink, swollen hole. Harry moans, tuckered out and
tired, as Louis works himself through it, rubbing his cockhead over Harry's
pretty hole until it's wet and glistening.
Louis rubs his thumb over Harry's thigh, releasing it so it flops from his
chest back to the ground, splayed open. Louis looks down his body, glistening
with sweat and flushed to his naval, tummy wet with come, as well as his pinked
arsehole. 
Before Harry can protest, Louis' lowering himself onto his forearms, spreading
Harry's arse so he can get a better look at his come slicking him, leaning in
to lick a fat stripe over his hole. Harry makes a sound of oversensitivity and
discontent, his thighs springing to close, but rather holding Louis in place
than push him away.
Harry whimpers as Louis licks him clean, licking away his come until he's
glistening with his spit.
Harry bats at him, whining, and Louis takes pity. He pulls back, smiling down
at Harry and rubbing a thumb over his hole, before he's standing up, offering a
hand to Harry to pull him up.
Harry wobbles on his legs, Louis holding him by his elbows before sliding his
hands down his back, cupping Harry's bare bum and leaning to kiss his
breathless lips. Harry sags against his chest as he reaches back to twine their
fingers. 
'Wanna take a quick dip to wash off all the dirt?' Louis asks, tone light,
thinking about the grass stains on his knees and probably on Harry's back.
Harry nods and let's Louis lead him into the water. 
Once in, Louis splashes water over Harry's back, wiping away the smudges of
brown and green, before he's dunking under to wet his hair and wash away the
sweat slicking his body.
Harry follows suit, shaking his hair out when he emerges, his wet curls falling
over his eyes. Louis rubs his hand over Harry's tummy beneath the water, wiping
away his come before he's slipping two fingers to wipe over his hole.  Harry
bats at him again, pulling him in with a hand around his neck to kiss him.
Louis smiles into it, pulling Harry out of the water after. they stand wet on
the pavement, before their bodies are drawing back together, Harry twining his
arms around Louis' neck and tilting his chin up to kiss him.
Their lips are slow, lazy, as Louis licks his mouth open, tongues curling
around one another as Louis hoists Harry up, pressing his blunt nails into the
soft flesh of Harry's thighs as he steps over the lush grass, up the steps into
in through the sliding door.
The air of the house is warm against their skin and Louis pauses to adjust his
grip on Harry, Harry making sounds of soft into his mouth as Louis walks them
trhough the kitchen and the living room, up the wooden stairs, leaving wet
footprints behind and droplets from Harry's dripping skin.
He carries him upstairs, into his bedroom, where he lays him out on his duvet
before going to fetch a towel from the bathroom.
He dries him off, one long leg at a time, before wiping down his torso then
flipping him over to wipe down his back and he smiles as he wraps the towel
around Harry's hair.
By the time they're both dry, Harry's already half-asleep, and Louis draws back
the duvet and pulls it up to Harry's waist. Harry smiles sleepily, planting a
soft peck to Louis' lips before resting his head on his chest, palm laying over
his stomach. He plants another soft kiss to his skin there before he's falling
asleep.
Louis falls asleep some time after,  wondering if he's just been dreaming.
(But then, waking up with Harry straddling his waist, clad only in one of his
large shirts as he grinds down on Louis' morning glory, proves him wrong)
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