Taste it || Louis & Harry
Pls, first Lourry fic. Be gentle. I'm no pro. I'm no nothing, tbh. I was just avoiding homework and being drilled by Anna to do this. Here you go, Anna. Your After-Caking fic. It's nothing like you wanted it but what are you gonna do. xD
It was about ten minutes after he had Louis shove his face into a frozen British flag. Ten minutes, and he still had every bit of frozen cream on his face. He had to stand there, taking pictures and posing and smiling while his face felt like it would freeze off any moment. Every two minutes, Louis would turn to him, throw his head back and laugh vivaciously at the sight of his friend with a face smeared with coloured creamed cake. Harry would just laugh along, because seeing Louis let go like that - laugh like he hasn’t in so long, it made the icy feel of the cream against his skin feel warm for a while.
Here he was, making his way down a narrow hallway to find the restroom. He was done with all the pictures. He posed and smiled and he was now washing this off because a second longer and it’s likely to become part of his skin for good. He was a proud Brit, but he’d prefer not to have the British flag as a face for good.
“Hazza,” He heard that familiar voice call him back, and by the time he turned back, Louis was already catching up to him. He came to a halting stop before his friend, a sloppy smile gracing those lips and his hair pointing in ridiculous directions. It was probably the best thing Harry’d seen through the entire night. “where’re you headed?” His words slurred, his tongue obviously putting in too much effort as it formed the words. Yeah, he’s definitely started drinking for the night.
“Restroom. Washing off your dirty work.” He smeared some cream onto his friend’s face, earning an adorable laugh followed by an even more endearing snort, Louis smacking his palm onto his lips as soon as the noise escaped them. Harry laughed at Louis for what seemed to be the millionth time that night. He’d never had someone who made him laugh as much as this. He didn’t remember what it felt like to not laugh like this, always - he didn’t want to remember, really.
Louis’ giggles seemed endless, one following another and Harry couldn’t stop smiling at the sight before him. Eventually though, the warmth of the moment couldn’t keep him too warm any longer and he shook his head at his friend with a smile and turned on his heel, headed for the restroom once more.
The giggles stopped then, filling the room with an empty silence and the subtle music of the party at the other end of a door bleeding through into the place. That household hand grabbed Harry by the arm and back towards it and before he knew it, he had his frozen lips against Louis’. He didn’t realize at first, forgetting everything in the moment. His knees let loose and it felt like he would just crash right there and hit the floor if not for Louis’ hand resting on the small of his back. That was all the support he needed. That simple touch right there pushed him up to cloud nine and right past it at top speed. It ended too soon, Louis’ hot breath on Harry’s lips as they parted. It was almost as good as the kiss itself, the feel of his breath on Harry’s skin.
“What was that?” He didn’t recognize his own voice, so hoarse and low, he’d almost thought it a stranger - almost. He knew it was only just what Louis did to him. It broke at the last word, dropping to an even lower volume, if possible.
A small smile craned on the corner of Louis’ lips as he looked up into his friend’s eyes with a little twinkle in those blue orbs only Harry’d see - a little twinkle only Harry’d receive. “Just wanted to taste it.” His voice was just as low, but softer and gentler than Harry’s. One phrase out and already, Harry wanted to push his lips right back on those.
“There’s a whole cake outside, Lou.” He watched Louis’ smile grow a bit wider as he spoke, and really, he couldn’t help smiling back. He really couldn’t.
“I meant you.” It was barely audible - a sweet, soft whisper only for Harry. That was all it took.
Harry was pushing his lips right back onto Louis’, the red on his face smearing onto Louis’ as well. The heat of the moment, the warm rush of blood that ran up his neck and onto his face right then, it felt like the cream would melt right off. He really wouldn’t be surprised if it did.
The cake might’ve been incredible, but really, the two tasted far sweeter things that night.