Around August.

It was boiling. Absolutely bloody boiling. Louis had had to crank open all of the windows to let in as much air as possible, but the sun continued to beat down on them, not even giving them the chance to cool off.

The street was empty, everyone either gathered at one of the beaches, in a pub garden, or in a dark room.

Louis had decided the only way to cope would be to walk around in his boxers and have a can of cold beer on him at all times. Harry had gone upstairs around half an hour ago to have a nap, and had just returned.

"Lou?"

"Haz?" Louis turned around.

"Can we go swimming?" Harry was stood in swimming shorts and an unbuttoned shirt.

"Course we can." Louis tried not to stare. This was the first time Harry hadn't hidden his cuts around Louis. "If you feel comfortable with it."

"Don't wanna hide them anymore." Harry said. "I've been clean for two months now."

"What?" Louis gasped, "you have? Oh darling, oh sweetheart. I'm so, so, so proud of you." Louis pulled Harry into a bear hug.

"Ugh, I hate this weather. Too warm for hugs." Harry wrinkled his nose with a small pout.

Louis laughed a little, "never too warm for hugs from the person you love. Especially when they're this proud of you."

"I love you so much."

"I love you with all my heart."

"Swim?"

"Swim."

"Now?"

"Let me just grab my swimming shorts. And we'll need to get towels."

"I'll get the towels. You go and get changed."

//

Harry reached for Louis's hand as they began to walk down to the beach. As much as he didn't want to hide his scars anymore, he didn't want tons of attention to be brought to them either.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "I'll be alright. I just don't want anyone to make a big deal out of it."

"We're almost there now."

"Is the water cold?"

"Do I look like I've been in the water today?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Louis nudged him lightly, "shut it you."

Harry giggled, leaning against him as they walked the rest of the way quietly.

"Water!" Harry gasped dramatically, "god I've missed you, I'm so hot." He placed their stuff down, beginning to shrug off his shirt- which he may as well not have worn with the lack of buttons he had had done up.

"Damn right you are." Louis whistled.

"Louis, I don't believe that is appropriate." Harry turned around, fighting back a smile.

"Is it not? I'm very sorry." Louis chucked his t-shirt onto their pile.

Harry didn't hesitate to start wading in, pulling Louis with him. As they stood up to their waists, adjusting to the temperature, the waves splashed around them.

Harry looked Louis up and down, gulping a little. Louis's chest was golden, the sun catching it beautifully. A few beads of water glistened against his skin.

"Stop staring at me." Louis smirked and Harry blushed.

"I wasn't."

"You so were."

"Wasn't." Harry pouted.

"It's alright Harold, I know I'm irresistible. God, you're hot." Louis trailed a hand down Harry's chest.

Harry cleared his throat, taking Louis's hand from his chest. "We should swim."

"I agree." Louis laughed, lifting his feet and beginning to float on his back.

Harry submerged himself fully under the water, swimming under Louis and grabbing him by his ankles.

"You cheeky bugger!" Louis splashed him as Harry emerged with a grin on his face.

"Wasn't me." He spoke innocently.

"Oh really? Who was it then?"

"Sea monster." Harry shrugged.

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm a hot idiot whom you love?"

"Oh, definitely. You're the hottest." Louis pounced on him, kissing along his jaw line.

Harry definitely did not moan when Louis's lips moved along the skin of his neck, sucking slightly.

Harry wrapped his legs around Louis's waist, arms snaking around his shoulders as Louis continued to attack his neck.

"Keep it pg lads." Zayn called and Louis rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off Zayn."

"Lou, just because you're in a secluded part of the beach, it doesn't mean that nobody is going to come along. Nor does it mean you can have sex in the sea."

"I know we just got here but wanna go home?" Louis muttered in Harry's ear.

"Yes, yeah. Absolutely. Please." Harry nodded frantically and Louis had to hold in his laughter.

"Try to keep yourself contained around Zayn then."

"Shut up." Harry murmured.

"Zayn, don't follow us home." Louis grinned cheekily as he waded out of the water.

"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it." He wrinkled his nose. "Have fun."

"We will."

"Please don't forget to shut the windows. I can't imagine people want to hear."

"Bye Zayn." Harry blushed.

"Bye Harry." Zayn laughed.

//

"What do you want me to do?" Louis broke the kiss.

"Mouth, please, want your mouth." Harry whined.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, please."

Louis pushed Harry back onto the bed, stripping his own shorts off. "Off then." He motioned to Harry's.

Harry nodded, pulling them down quickly. "Please Lou, do something."

"Alright, alright, calm down." Louis laughed.

"Can't calm down, you're naked in front of me."

"Fair enough." Louis shrugged, crawling onto the bed in between Harry's legs. "You're beautiful." He spat on his hand before taking Harry's dick in it, Harry biting his lip.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows, knees bent slightly, his eyes becoming hooded as Louis began to jerk his wrist up and down.

Louis's eyes met Harry's, which were already slightly glazed over, pupils blown.

He was letting out small whimpers as Louis's actions got faster, thumbing over the tip every now and again.

"Lou, mouth-"

"Alright, alright darling. I'm getting there."

"Not gonna last long."

"I bet you're not. Not after all these months of quickies in the shower. Did you get off to the thought of me hmm? Pretend it was me wanking you off?" Louis kissed along his scars gently.

"Y-yes, always thought of you-" Harry got out as Louis stretched his lips around Harry's dick. "Always you-"

Louis swirled his tongue around the tip, trailing it up and down the underside before sinking his head down as far as he could.

He placed his hands on Harry's hips, holding him down as he continued to move his head at a steady pace.

Harry was whining, his head lolled back slightly. "God, you look so good, so hot with my dick in your mouth, please, don't stop."

Louis had no intentions of stopping, instead he lifted a hand from Harry's hip and pressed a finger against Harry's hole.

"Shit!" Harry gasped, letting out a low pitched whine, "fuck!"

"Watch your mouth babe." Louis lifted his head, smirking at Harry's expression as he added a little more pressure.

"Oh my god." Harry's hands gripped Louis's hair as Louis dipped his head down again, "Louis you're so hot, please, feels so good-"

This time Louis kept going, Harry trying his best not to buck up into Louis's mouth.

"I'm so close, so-" A loud moan escaped from Harry's throat, his eyes rolling back and his toes curling. One hand stayed in Louis's hair, the other moving to grip the bedsheet as he came down Louis's throat.

Louis kept going until Harry came down from his high, swallowing around him before lifting his head.

"God, you've gotten me harder than I was before." Louis muttered, "you're so fucking hot."

"Felt so good." Harry murmured back, "so, so good. Let me."

"Let you what?"

"Wanna give you a blowjob. Or you could fuck my mouth, just something."

"Get down on your knees then."

"Gonna fuck my mouth?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Yeah princess, I'm gonna fuck your face." Louis's tongue darted out to lick at his lips. "You alright with gagging?"

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck, yeah. I'm fine, got a good gag reflex."

"That's always good. Tap me if you want me to pull out."

"Can I have a pillow to kneel on?"

Louis grabbed one from the bed, handing it to Harry who quickly put it beneath his knees. Obviously eager, he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue.

Louis stood in front of him, brushing Harry's hair out of his face. "So pretty, so so pretty for me."

Harry keened under the compliment, opening his mouth wider. Louis laughed lightly, cut off my a moan as Harry dipped his head forward, taking Louis in his mouth.

"Harry, did I say you could do that?" Louis quirked an eyebrow.

Harry looked up with innocent eyes, but god he was anything but innocent on his knees with Louis's cock in his mouth.

Louis let it slide, thrusting gently into Harry's mouth. But as Harry tried to meet his thrusts, Louis gripped his hair, holding him in place. "Stay still."

Harry whined, Louis cutting him off as he began to move his hips faster. And fuck, Harry did have a good gag reflex. Louis watched as his dick slid in and out, Harry's red lips stretched around it.

His cheeks were flushed by now, eyes glazed over and hair messy. Louis almost came right then and there at the sight.

"So good for me darling. Taking my cock so well."

Louis watched as Harry's pupils grew larger at the praise, Harry obviously becoming more desperate to please. Louis tugged at his curls slightly, Harry moaning loudly around his dick.

"You like that hm? You like me pulling your hair." Harry shut his eyes, Louis tapping his cheek. "Keep your eyes open."

Harry immediately obliged, meeting Louis's eyes.

"Fuck babe, I'm about to cum." Louis panted, moaning loudly. His pace picked up, Harry gagging a little. "You can pull off?"

Harry didn't, he continued to lock his eyes with Louis's, bobbing his head back and forth to meet Louis's thrusts.

"Fuck, Christ H-" Louis threw his head back, spilling down Harry's throat.

As Louis came down from his high Harry pulled his head back, panting a little.

Louis grinned down at him, wiping a spot of cum from Harry's lip. Harry didn't hesitate as he leaned forward, taking Louis's fingers in his mouth.

Louis groaned, "Harry, god Harry, do you have any clue how hot you are?"

Harry removed his lips from Louis's fingers with a pop, blushing at the compliment.

"That was really good." Harry croaked out, clearing his throat. "I think you've fucked up my voice for a day or two though."

"Language Harold." Louis scolded playfully.

"Hey, you swear all the time."

Louis just shrugged with a laugh, "holy shit that was amazing."

"Much better than my hand." Harry grinned cheekily.

"I should bloody hope so. God, I know that was just a blowie but it was the best I've had."

"Me too." Harry admitted.

"So what I've learned from this is that you have a praise kink and you like hair pulling."

Harry's cheeks turned incredibly pink.

"Don't go all shy on me now. I was fucking your throat a couple of seconds ago. What else do you like?"

"Can we talk about this in the shower? It's too warm."

"Alright. No avoiding though. Wanna know how to make you feel good."