Round 4
ROUND FOUR
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"Harrehhhhhh! Harreeeeeeh!" shouted Louis downstairs after he had cooked one of his burnt meals. But he knew Harry would have eaten it even if it was carbonized, only because he had heart eyes for Louis - fact considering which Louis used to experiment his inexistent cooking skills on Harry.
Not that Harry was the complaining type, but when he skipped sex because of stomachaches, it pissed off both of them.
But Louis sometimes can be very dumb when it comes to Harry, so Harry brushed it off with a 'maybe it was the milk I drank this morning'. Then, this way he kept the role of Louis' "test animal" and Louis thought he might sue the brand who producted their milk. Harry had luckly discouraged him. With a blowjob.
Even if Louis kept on calling Harry from downstairs the boy seemed not to notice, and Louis was easy to be pissed off. So he turned off the timer, because it was annoying and made his right forehead vein pulse uncontrollably, and went upstairs.
It's not even worthwhile saying that Harry was profoundly asleep, lost in his dreams, snoring pretty badly. When Louis entered the room and saw Harry, his anger disappeared and he stood still quite enchanted by Harry's perfect features when he was sleeping. It seemed a lot like when they went back to X Factor days, falling asleep on the sheets instead that under, with still clothes on, a trickle of drool hunging from his lips. Harry seemed less grown up, less tall, a lot more childish and sixteen alike. He missed him like this.
However, he needed him to wake up before the dinner become cold. But right on the moment when he was going to wake him up with a caress, his devilish mind elaborated a better plan. Tickle the Harry. He grinned at the idea. What a genious mind he had.
He had tickled Harry before in X Factor days, and nights when he sneaked secretly in Harry's bunk, during interviews with the lads and on tour busses, but he'd never imagined he would have got such a reaction. He couldn't believed what he saw.
As soon as his hands reach out Harry's smooth and covered hips, Harry's eyes shot open. He ruffled Harry's sweatshirt around his belly and went on tickling his now uncovered hips. He could feel Harry going all rigid between his fingers and wriggling from spasms. His belly contracted under his touch and when he used one of his hand to tickle Harry under his armpit Harry immediately shut his eyes closed and bit his bottom lip.
"Please, Boo, stop!" Harry snorted an half laughter.
" 'm not going to stop, sweetcheeks" said Louis keep on changing the places where he tackled Harry. Under his armpits, his belly, his hips, under his chin, his inner thighs and kept him still with his right hand and his legs. "This is a punishment, for not hearing me when I talked to you."
"Louuuuuu! Pleaseee! I'll do anything you want"
Louis was distracted by his offer: ask him a blowjob, or a fuck after every concert they'd have on their next tour? He laughed, and his tickles became more insistent.
"Not even for an hundred blowjobs"
"Ple- lllou- ah- no-"
A grin plastered on his face. But as soon as he saw Harry's face going all red, his breath rugged and his thighs so closely with each other, he knew something went wrong.
But at that time Harry had already tensed up more, and then, when his hand touched Harry's covered thight, Harry sighed and went completely relaxed. Some tears were tangled at the corners of his eyes and in his squeezed shut eyelashes.
Louis knew something has just happened, but he didn't know what exactly until he felt some warm stickiness against his hand.
Harry had peeded himself.
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"Shhh. It's okay," Louis spoke with a reassuring tone patting a shivering Harry "look at me." he rolled Harry's face reaching out for his chin and looking directly in his tearing red eyes, but Harry refused to look in Louis' anxious ones. "Harry, look at me" he said it with a more bossy voice making it incisive. Harry turned his head around and looked at Louis with the same adorant puppy lost eyes he had during their first months togheter.
"Good. We're good,"
"How can you say, how can you say" Harry teared up, words chocking in his throat for tears "we're good when I've just, I've just peeded on my, my pants and on, on, on your h-hand?"
Harry had a voice so loud usually, that that flebile and broken pitch didn't seem like his, no way. He had still spasms from the shock and puffy eyes while he was waiting for an answer from Louis which went under the shape of a tender kiss.
"Don't care, it can happen to anybody" said as he released Harry's arms and legs free.
"To anybody who is under eight years old" Harry put up a disgusted face.
"So you'll be my baby boy, my little Hazza?" he tickled his nose, "No more tickling, please" Harry pleaded shaking slightly his head and his mops of tear-wetted curls.
"No more tickling," Louis answered, placing an hand on his heart "promise." Then he kissed Harry's cheek, wiping his watery eyes. "Now let's get you all cleaned up, don't we?" Harry cracked into a little smile, encircling Louis neck with his arm as Louis took him up from the bed and put him in his arms, bright style.
Harry's grown up. He's heavier and taller, and more masculine than ever. Even though, he loved this affectionate and cute version of Harry who was shown only in his broken moments when he needed help. He loved helping Harry out, proving that he was the most important and comforting presence in Harry's life. That he was the eldest.
So he ignored the fatigue and keep on walking through the door and down the allway to the bathroom.
When he got there he made Harry sit on a stool in front of the mirror while he wipes his clothes away, sussuring sweets words and sex promises for the night in his ears. Harry was too tired and humilied from the piss which was still on his dick and leg. As Harry's out of his clothes, Louis put him in their expansive and massive bathtube.
When Louis turned the hot water on, he realized that he hadn't washed his hand yet and when he thought to use it to touch himself he felt his cock swelling up against his sweatpants and palmed himself quickly, reminding his little nymphomaniac inner self that that was not the right time to think of sex. So he turned the water on and washed his hand before washing away all the shame from Harry's body.
He kept on scrubbing his pale muscles and cleaning away the stickiness from Harry's thighs, until Harry was fresh and scented; he even washed his curls massaging his scalp. Then he helped Harry out from the bathtube and wiped his skin and phoned his rebellious curls.
"Good, now, I can go and heat the dinner up again."
"Erm- Boo," Louis turned to Harry giving him a questioning look "That were my pajama pants, and since we got back from tour few days ago I haven't another pair washed"
"Ah! Don't worry! Borrow mine, second drawer"
"Thank you" said Harry but Louis was already gone downstairs.
He went to Louis' room and took the pajamas pants. They weren't his size, too tigh on the crotch and too short but they felt like Louis, like home. And for Harry that was enough.
He smiled, smelling one of Louis' jumpers, when he heard an horrendous shout from the kitchen and he understood that Lou had burned the dinner, again.
The end.
AN: Unbetated version. I'm Italian so there will be a lot of mistakes, but don't worry a betated version will be up on my Lj as soon as my beta can.
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