My Adorable Baby L.S. [bxb]

9. Harry's Home

Author's Note: This painting is hanging on Harry's wall. Spot the geese.

This one's a lot longer than usual, almost double (but it's a teensy bit more sexual if you're here for that).

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The apartment complex was just rows of bungalows. Flowers heaped on the grass by the main entrance, and trees were scattered along the perimeter. There were a few rows of apartments, taking up only a couple acres. It reminded Louis of a motel, but more cozy.

Harry pulled into the driveway of the main office slowly, letting Louis take in the rustic, coastal grandeur. 

"There's actually another, more accessible entrance I use," Harry admitted, "But this one's cooler."

"It looks cute," Louis commented. 

"You look cute."

Louis giggled. "You look cuter!"

"Not as adorable as you, though."

Louis blushed. 

"Well, 'm not as handsome as you."

Harry smirked. 

"Handsome, Mr. Adorable thinks?"

"You're the most Mr. Handsome of the whole wide world."

"That's sir to you," Harry replied in jest. Louis ducked his head, his mind flooded by all the erotic fiction he'd read online. The goofy fun left both of their eyes.  He was in a car with his crush, he told himself. He couldn't think things that would give him an erection. 

Harry, conscious of the implications of his previous sentence, did not one to lose the progress he'd made with his crush Louis.

He picked the conversation right up, saying, "It's a pretty small community here, which I like. The apartments are small, so there aren't many families, but I'd say we've managed to hide away from the clamour of the modern day world."

Harry's earnest, caring voice guided Louis up to watch the rooms go by. There were parking spaces in front of each one, and the cars were a lot smaller and cheaper. Shiny metal didn't exactly fit into the vine-and-wooden-roof vibe the place had going on.

"Which one's yours?"

"In a few." Harry pointed his chin forward. 

"Right here," Harry said when they pulled into a space. The exterior of his apartment was identical to the others they'd passed, except he had a faded sunflower mat in front, and a small succulent by the door. 

"I know it's not much, but it's mine," Harry said, spreading his arms out. 

"It's great," Louis said. And it was. Bookshelves and cabinets lined the walls, and his full-size bed was wedged in the corner. Large windows in the back let in streams of light, and there were white curtains on the edges. As for decorations, small bits of crafted metal stood on the table under the window, and on the wall hung a monochromatic green picture of a tree. 

Harry stood on his blue rug, watching Louis with interest. He knew it was only a studio, but Louis could move in with him, if things went according to plan. And technically, Harry didn't have much of a plan. Currently the plan was to make Louis fall in love with him through a series of dates, then seduce him. Somewhere along the way, Harry figured he should make sure Louis was a sub. 

That was Plan A. He had no Plan B.

"So, what do you think?"

"I like it! It's so lovely, Harry."