Chapter 2

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Louis led the way through the open plan kitchen to his bedroom hallway. He tried not to think too much about the fact that he could feel eyes on his back, the heat of Harry's gaze burning below the waistband of his skinnies more often than not.

He looked over his shoulder. Harry smiled at him, eyes darting up to meet his face, and hitched his rucksack on his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

Louis asked the first thing he could think of.

"Where's your coat? It's freezing out."

"Left it in the car. Warm in here, though. Nice." Harry looked away from him when they passed a framed photo of Louis, Liam and Zayn on the hallway wall. It was from two New Years Eves ago, all three laughing and throwing confetti at the camera with champagne in hand. "Just one flatmate?"

"Yeah. His name is Liam."

"Pretty sweet that you're so spread out."

Louis opened his bedroom door and held his hand out, Harry smiling shyly and ducking his head as he walked inside.

"Yeah, it's a definite plus." He thumbed to a closed door on the right side of his room, shutting the bedroom door. "Do you need to use the bathroom or anything?"

"Nope, I'm good."

Harry dropped his rucksack near the door. He bent over, his body folded in half while he unzipped the sides of his suede ankle boots. He lifted his socked feet out, midnight blue on his left foot and striped white and grey on his right. Louis smiled a bit, holding his hand over his mouth and sitting on the bed.

"I need to do laundry tonight," Harry said, standing to his full height. He noted Louis' unwavering gaze and wiggled his left foot at him. "Hope this doesn't disqualify me from the pool of applicants. Promise they're clean."

Louis removed his hand, but his smile remained.

"Nah, I'll let it slide." He moved higher on the bed, dragging himself closer to his headboard. He took a bottle of lube out of his bedside drawer and tossed it on the bed. "I'm sucking your cock, not your toes."

Harry giggled and put one knee on the bed next to him.

"May I?"

"Yeah, sure. Make yourself comfortable."

They shifted around, Harry ending up on his back on the center of the bed, Louis kneeling at around his knees on the right side. Louis sat on his feet and placed his palms flat down on the tops of his thighs.

"Alright, so, just to review: I'm going to play with your cock for a bit, ask some questions, and blow you. That's it."

"Yes," Harry said, nodding. He rolled onto his side to face Louis, propping his head up with his hand. "Sounds good."

"Cool."

Louis went for Harry's belt while Harry wrapped his arm around Louis' waist at the same time, his lips zoning in on his face.

"Hey," Louis said on a soft laugh, gliding his face to the side. "Sorry." His hand landed on the center of Harry's chest. "Don't mean to be rude, but I'm not comfortable with anything extra. I just want to feel my way around." He eyed Harry, whose lips were pursed in an invisible kiss, his eyes confused. "Is that alright with you?"

Harry's lips snapped back, an easy grin smothering any feeling of awkwardness. The boy was gifted.

"Sure, yeah, sorry. I just figured you'd want to, dunno, warm up a bit."

Louis gently pushed him back on the bed, lips curling up at the ends.

"Do you need warming up?"

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