You get me dizzy

Chapter 6

“You seemed a bit confused back there.” Leo observes and places his phone down next to him on the table.

“Yeah I thought it was the toilets and then I decided to find the toilets but then I couldn’t so I just-well you get where I’m getting at.”

“Not really.” Leo lies, smiling.

“So why did you disappear?”

“Uff, I went to dance in the tent and then out for a smoke. You seemed busy.”

Harry frowns. “When?”

“When I saw you.” Leo shrugs. “But I’m really glad you’re having fun.”

“Well, I am now.” Harry smiles, and it’s that f*****g smile where his tongue pokes out between his teeth, in an asshole-but-not-quite type of way.

“Oh, and why is that?”

Fuck it, Leo can still flirt.

“You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?”

And as it turns out, Harry definitely likes flirting back. Or maybe Leo is-f**k, no. Leo isn’t anything.

“Yeah. Want some?” Leo asks, changing the subject by holding up his plastic cup filled with Gin and Tonic.

“What’s in there?”

Leo looks at the cup. “Gin and Tonic.”

“Oh, good.”

Harry sucks on the straw and Leo takes this time to look at how broad his shoulders are as he stands there, sipping from the drink as Leo sits on the table, feet dangling under it.

“Bit strong.”

Leo shrugs, taking the drink back. “’s how I like it.”

“You like it strong.” Harry repeats.

“Mhmm. The drink.”

“You’re one of the few people I’ve met who prefer Gin.”

Leo’ eyes widen. “I know! I swear, my ex used to absolutely hate-“

“So you’re not dating anyone?” Harry chirps up.

“No, that was a long time ago.” Leo laughs, but makes a note to his sober self in the morning that Harry asked. “But yeah, she used to scrunch her nose every time we went out and it got annoying. Amongst other stuff.”

“Oh.” Harry’s face falls.

“What?”

Did he just say ‘oh’ to what Leo thinks?

“It’s a she?”

Leo nods. “So?”

“Nothing, it’s just-I don’t know.”

Leo raises his eyebrows. “What did you think?”

He knows Harry’s uncomfortable about it but he wants to see how far he can push it.

“I’m sorry-I don’t like it either when people just assume my sexuality-“

“Oh, no, it’s fine. There were boys as well.”

Leo swears that Harry’s shoulders just relaxed. f**k Zayn for being around so they can analyze it later.

“So you’re…bi?” Harry asks as if he’s contemplating the meaning of life.

Leo nods. “What did you think I was?”

“I don’t know. But I definitely knew you were flirting.”

Leo laughs, throwing his head back. “Wow, you definitely like flattering yourself.”

“Am I wrong?” Harry asks, and Leo feels like the air just ran out of…the air. s**t, they’re not even between four walls and he still feels like he can’t breathe.

“Well…not really. But you were also flirting.”

“Was I?”

Leo points an accusatory finger at him. “Oh don’t you try spinning this around, I caught you first.”

“Okay, that’s fair.” Harry laughs and places his hands on either side of Leo’ thighs, leaning back. “What gave me away?”

“I mean, if anything, the way you’re standing right now if.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

Leo shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing. But let the record show, you’re flirting.”

His eyes catch the glitter in his hair and on his temple. It bugs him, a lot.

“Wanna know a secret?” Harry asks, lowering his voice.

“Hm?”

Harry nods his head for Leo to come closer, so Leo does, leaning in to press his ear against Harry’s lips.

“Your shirt is really small.”

Leo huffs and pulls back. “Wanker. Do you want to know a secret?”

“Always.” Harry answers, not missing a beat.

Leo turns his head so he can whisper into Harry’s ear. The baby hairs by Harry’s neck tickle his nose as he struggles to find the words without sounding jealous.

“You’ve got some glitter on your face.”

“Yeah?” Harry asks and turns his head, catching Leo’ lips with his.

Okay, so Leo’ dead, for one, but comes back from the dead to place a hand on the back of Harry’s neck and pull him closer. He opens his mouth, drowning in Harry’s smell and his hair and his f*****g-f**k.

Harry moves his hands from where they were resting on the table to the back of Leo’ knees and pulls him towards himself. He kisses just as good as he can sing, Leo thinks and throws his arms around Harry’s neck while their mouths move in sync.

It’s electrifying, and it feels like he just stepped out of the shower because all the hairs on his body are standing up, even though it’s warm out. He moans into the kiss and feels like he could cry from how turned on he is.

Harry’s hands slide up from his knees to the sides of his thighs, so Leo locks his ankles around his legs to bring him closer, if even possible.

“You know-” kiss “that-” kiss “you actually have-” kiss “glitter on-” kiss “your face, right?” he says out of breath and pulls his head back to look at Harry.

“Oh.” Harry says, not moving an inch. “I thought it was an invitation to kiss you since…the tent, I think.”

Leo shakes his head and smiles as he pulls Harry back in, mouth already opened. He squeaks when Harry grabs under his ass and turns pulls him off the table so he’s basically holding him, before he turns around and sits down on the table.

Leo kicks his legs out on the table behind Harry, trying to focus on being a good kisser all the while wondering whether this is his actual life or he’s just imagining the fact that he’s kissing the hottest guy on the planet.

“How long have you been waiting to do that?” Leo asks during a short kissing break that was caused by Harry’s hands sliding down to cup his ass.

“Just now.” Harry answers, lying his ass off.

“Liar.”

“Fine. Today when I saw you with the glitter and everything.”

“So it was the glitter.”

Harry nods. “Definitely, I’m a bit disappointed now, but oh well.”

“Asshole.” Leo smirks and kisses him again, because he’s not sure how many more chances he’ll get.

“f**k, you’re so…hot.” Harry breathes when Leo starts kissing his neck and sliding his hands down to Harry’s pants.

“As I’ve been told.” Leo retorts and Harry pulls at his hair, which causes Leo’ mouth to break away from his neck.

“And feisty.”

Leo grins through his teeth, looking up at the sky through hazy eyes. “And you’re like a shower of compliments.”

“I haven’t had someone talk back to me in four years.” Harry groans into Leo’ neck.

“And it gets you off?” Leo laughs, turning his head to find Harry’s lips.

“Not necessarily, but it’s exciting. Like, you don’t even give a shit.”

Leo smiles into the kiss and cups Harry’s hard-on through his pants. “You know something I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Hmm?” Harry asks and follows Leo’ lips as he pulls back.

“To make someone come in their pants.” Leo says, eyes shining.

“You really don’t give a fuck.” Harry gulps, licking his lips.

“You think I can?” Leo asks, pressing a kiss to his lips before he takes Harry’s bottom lip between his teeth as he rubs him through his jeans. He lets Harry’s lip go and rolls his hips against him.

“Fuuuck, yeah…I think you’re on the good path, shit.”

“Oh yeah baby, give me that dirty rockstar talk.” Leo fake moans and Harry pulls at his hair again.

“Shut up.”

Leo makes his eyes go wide, teasing. “Make me.” he whispers, lips touching Harry’s.

“Fuck.” Is the only thing Harry has left to say before he’s kissing him again, harder.

Leo’ hand is between their bodies, and he makes sure to grind in sync with it, which feels good for both of them, because Harry’s grinding upwards to match Leo’ movements.

“On a scale of one to ten.” Harry says, pulling away. “How bad would it be if I f****d you on this table?”

Leo’ body bursts into flames at that and his d**k twitches, begging for more room.

“People could walk by. And who said you get to do the f*****g?” Leo teases, squeezing his c**k.

Harry moans. “Or you could, if you want-but you’re so f*****g…I don’t even know.”

“I’m just taking the piss.” Leo laughs and kisses him again. “People could walk by, that’s all. And I don’t f**k on the first date.”

Lie.

“You need to wine and dine me and all that s**t before I even think about it.”

Lieeee.

“I swear I will, f**k me. I will.” Harry breathes and Leo laughs, even though he knows that’ll never happen, ever. But he doesn’t think about it right now.

Right now, he thinks about kissing Harry again and grinding down on him even harder, so he does.

“You’re going to kill me.” Harry lets him know when Leo squeezes his c**k again and rubs him through his jeans.

Leo pouts. “That would be such a shame.”

“Why?”

So Harry is really into (sort-of) dirty talk huh.

“Well for one, because the Coachella people will lose a lot of money if you don’t perform tomorrow and who will all these people melt over if not you?”

“s**t, right, I have a show tomorrow.”

Leo kisses down his neck. “Technically, it’s today.”

Harry moans when Leo sneaks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and cups him. “Your hands are cold.”

“Your d**k isn’t complaining.” Leo huffs and licks behind his left ear, which has Harry jolt, c**k twitching, and then there’s warm liquid on his hand.

Leo pulls out his hand which has taken the majority of his come and looks down at it. “Your d**k is definitely not complaining.”

Harry lets out a strained laugh. “Ha, f**k. I never came so fast in my life I think. Or in my fuckin’ pants.”

“There’s a first.” Leo laughs and then licks his fingers clean as Harry watches in awe.

“Where did you come from.” Harry states more than asks.

“Doncaster.”

Harry shakes his head and grabs Leo’ ass so he can stand up and turn them around once again, placing Leo on the table. He pulls him so he’s standing now, leaning against it, and pulls down his joggers.

“f**k, Harry, wait.” Leo panics, even though he won’t last longer than one more minute. He looks around and watches the path that leads to the tents. There hasn’t been a single person since they started kissing but it’s about to happen, he can feel it.

Harry disappears from his line of vision and Leo looks down to see him on his knees.

“You’re crazy.” Leo says and places a hand on his head as Harry takes him into his mouth, groaning. “And really goo-ood.”

Harry gives the head a soft lick before he takes him into his mouth, all the way to where his c**k ends and his balls start, tongue taped to the bottom.

“Fu’ my ‘outh.” Harry says and Leo does just that as he keeps his head still.

It takes about five thrusts until he can feel the come pooling in the pit of his balls so he warns Harry, who doesn’t pull back.

“I’m going to-aah fuuck.” Leo gasps and then comes, right into Harry’s mouth, who swallows everything in one go and then pulls off.

He stands back up and wipes his mouth, smiling, just as Leo hears voices getting closer and closer.

“Perfect timing.” He laughs and pulls his pants up.

They turn their heads to see two guys drunkenly stumbling over to the showers as they hold onto eachother, not even paying attention to their surroundings.

Harry takes his phone out to check the time.

“s**t it’s almost three. I should find Levi…” He says as he looks at Leo, who’s busy wiping his hands off his joggers before he runs them through his hair.

“And I should find Zayn.” Leo agrees, neither of them moving from their spots.

Harry looks down at Leo’ shiny lips. “Maybe in five minutes.”

“Yea-“ Leo says and doesn’t even get to finish the word, because Harry’s already kissing him.

***

They go back to their friends ten minutes later, just to find them where they left them at Noah’s giant tent.

“Where were you?” Zayn asks when he sees Leo talking to Shawn and Levi.

“Uh…went to find the loo.”

“You were gone for about thirty minutes though.”

Zayn’s eyes wander off to Harry, who’s a few meters away, and whose hair is so f****d it shows.

“I see.” He smirks. “Had fun at the loo?”

Leo licks his lips. “Wasn’t bad. They’re really…clean.”

He knows Zayn isn’t that stupid, but oh well.

“You know I’m not stupid, right?”

Leo nods and pats him on the shoulder. “I know mate.”

The party dies down fifteen minutes later when everyone starts going back to their own tents to get some sleep, so Harry and Levi come over to say their goodbyes.

“We’re going to go back to the hotel now, this one’s got a show at nine today.” Levi says and nods over to Harry, who’s texting someone on his phone.

“He’s closing the festival.” Noah adds and walks over to wrap an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Well not really, Coldplay comes after but he’s basically closing the show.”

Harry nods and finally looks up to meet Leo’ eyes. “I’ll see you all tomorrow-or in a few hours, then.”

Leo smiles and watches them walk away before he turns to Zayn, who’s already watching him.

“We’re also going mate.” Zayn tells Noah, who is a bit busy trying to keep a straight face.

“Okay, meet us at the VIP bar at three?”

Leo agrees and then they’re off towards their own tent. He thinks it’ll take Zayn about ten seconds before he starts asking questions.

“So what did you do?”

Okay, only five seconds then.

“I had fun.” Leo cryptically answers.

Zayn rolls his eyes and stops in front of their tent to put the lock combination in. “Doing what?”

“Stuff.”

“What stuff?”

Leo sighs and waits for his best friend to enter the tent before he goes in after him.

“Fun stuff.”

He’s not sure whether Harry would like it if he talked about their ‘fun stuff’, even though Leo knows Zayn would never tell a soul.

“Don’t you want to tell me or why are you avoiding my questions?” Zayn asks as he takes his clothes off save for his briefs and changes into something more comfortable to sleep in.

“I just…I don’t know.”

Zayn’s phone vibrates and he smirks as he reads the message on the screen.

“Who’s that?”

Zayn looks up from his phone. “Noah.”

Leo doesn’t say anything else as he changes into his pyjamas and gets into his sleeping bag. He doesn’t want to talk about it with Zayn right now, he needs it to be his thing for a bit longer.

“Okay, so we kissed.” Leo finally gives in when the flashlight is turned off and there’s dark silence.

“I know.”

Leo turns on his side to face Zayn. “How do you know?”

“Kind of figured, you know. You left with good hair and everything and then you both came back all smiling and Harry’s glitter was even more messed up.”

So as it turns out, there’s not much Leo can keep from his best friend.

“Yeah, well, that was it. Just a bit of…fun.”

“I’m happy for you.”

Leo closes his eyes and turns to face the ceiling. “I mean, it was a one time thing. I won’t-it won’t happen again. But it was really…really nice. Good.”

“I can imagine.”

There’s a moment of silence in which neither of them say anything.

Then Leo speaks up.

“Noah texted and told you, didn’t he.”

“Yeah.”

Leo shakes his head. So Harry isn’t that secretive after all, and he really doesn’t give a s**t about what people think.

“Well then, goodnight.” Leo says.

“If you have a dirty dream about it and start humping me I will slap you.”

Leo extends his arm and smacks him over the face. Zayn laughs and wishes him goodnight.

And what a good night it is.