The Boy On The Bus Part Seven (Larry Tickle)

A/N: So, Harry has a surprise for all of you. I think you'll like it And I know you don't care, but I spell checked this and I spelt everything right, so yay...I get excited about spelling. I'm so alone.



"You're doing that deliberately!" Harry exclaims, pointing into the webcam accusingly.

"I swear, I'm not." Louis says, raising his hands, but he hides a smirk.

They're Skyping because Louis is in Yorkshire for a week, visiting family. It has only been 4 days but Harry is going crazy. He has watched the tape of him tickling Louis god knows how many times, but he wants the real thing.

Louis, the little bugger, isn't making it any easier to wait because he is leaning back in his chair and has propped his bare feet up on the desk, right next to the webcam. He keeps on wriggling them but claims he doesn't even realise he's doing it. He also stretches far to many times to be normal and is not wearing a shirt because "It's hot."

Bullshit.

"Louis," Harry whines, asking for the thousandth time, "when are you coming home?"

"It's only three more days."

Harry pouts. "Three days? That's so long."

"I know, babe. But when I get home, my first stop is your house, as long as your mum isn't there. And then we can do whatever you like."

Louis winks at Harry and Harry just wants to leap through the screen somehow because he can't wait three days, he needs Louis to come home NOW.

But he manages it, and on Sunday when there's a knock at the door he jumps off the sofa, runs down the hall and skids to a stop, pulling the door open and engulfing the small boy in front of him in a massive hug.

"Louis!" He yells, "You're back!"

Louis chuckles. "Well spotted."

Harry pulls back and places a shy kiss on his lips before tugging him to his room.

Louis allows himself to be yanked, and this time when he enters Harry's room the curtains are open, bright sunlight shining through. On the floor is a fairly long piece of rope.

"So," Harry begins, picking up the rope and sitting on his bed, legs crossed, "you've been away for a week, so that's a seven days of opportunities gone. What I thought we could do is spend a week together, each day focusing on one spot. Today is going to be your feet, seeing as you were teasing me with them on Skype," he glares at Louis and Louis tries to muffle his laughter, "then tomorrow will be another place, the next day another and so on."

Louis nods, "Sounds good. So, what shall I do?"

"On the floor, on your stomach. Then, put your hands behind your back and bend your legs so they touch your hands. You might want to stretch a bit first or it may hurt."

Louis takes off his socks and stretches a little while Harry admires his beautiful body. After a few short minutes, Louis stops and does as Harry said before.

Harry takes the rope and ties his wrists to his ankles, positioning himself so his legs are wrapped around the back of Louis' knees, keeping him steady and making sure he doesn't fall if he moves too much.

Then, the fun begins.

Harry slips his left hand beneath Louis' left foot, holding it in place, and then uses his right hand to begin spidering over Louis' heel with his nails. Louis giggles and his foot twitches a bit, but Harry knows his heels aren't as ticklish as the rest of his feet so he moves up to the sole, getting a better reaction from Louis. He alternates between dragging his nails along Louis' sole and tapping it quickly with the pads of his fingers, making Louis laugh and squirm. Harry keeps him in place though, with his legs, so all Louis can do is scrunch up his feet (well, try to. Harry is holding his toes back now) and tug on the restraints.

Harry swipes a finger along Louis' toe stems, earning a shriek from Louis. He doesn't do it too often because he knows Louis is extremely sensitive there and doesn't want to over-do it. It's fun to every once in a while though.

Once again he has his little box of tools next to him, and he wanted Louis to have some new ones as well. Unfortunately, when he was out buying the new toys, he saw some people from their school so had to abandon them at checkout. He didn't want to give up though, so is using household objects.  He decides to use the one he stole from the kitchen first, to test it out.

He rummages in the box for it, moving the other toys out of the way and eventually finds it, holding it up, with a smile. He let's go of Louis' left foot and switches to the right, deciding to use it on his heel to see if it tickles more than his fingers.

He gently runs it over Louis' heel and Louis gasps, so he does it again. Louis' foot wriggles in his grasp as he giggles loudly, "Whahat's thahahat?"

"Fork." Harry answers with a smirk, satisfied that he has made Louis' least ticklish spot on his foot ticklish with something he never thought of using before earlier that day. He doesn't keep it on his heel for long though, because he wants to see what it will do on other parts.

He drags it (carefully, so he doesn't break the skin) up his foot towards the ball, making Louis laugh and rock back and fourth, trying to free himself from the rope so he can curl up. But the rope holds him tightly, and Harry mentally thanks Niall for giving it to him ("So, is this your kink, or Louis'?" "Shut up, Niall.")

He tries hard but he really can't resist running it beneath his toes, forcing a sound out of Louis that is practically a scream. He stops, putting down the fork and untangling his legs to crawl around and peer at Louis to see if he's okay. He receives a weak smile and smiles back at him.

"Okay?" he asks quietly.

Louis nods and motions with his head for him to start again. Harry chuckles, going back to his original position and taking another item out of his toolbox: a ballpoint pen.

"Louis?" He asks casually.

"Mhm?" Louis cranes his head to look at Harry.

"Did I ever tell you I dabble in creative writing?"

"Where is this going, Harry?" Louis asks suspiciously.

Harry doesn't answer, simply clicking the pen and begins writing on Louis' left foot.

"Once...upon...a...time..." He writes, ignoring the peals of laughter from Louis as he writes shakily, starting at his heel.

"there...was...a...boy...named...Louis." He continues, Louis' foot jerking in his grasp.

"He...was...very...ticklish..." Harry smirks, reading his words aloud, "so...a...boy...called...Harry...tickled...him...all...day...long...the end."

He clicks the pen again and listens to Louis' laughter tailing away. He smiles. He's almost done. Just one more thing.

He switches again to Louis' right foot, where there is no ink and sticks out his tongue, giving tiny little licks to his instep. Louis squeals and thrashes his body from side to side, only Harry's legs keeping him in place. Harry makes his way up, licking long strips over his sole and kitten licking the ball. When he gets to Louis' toes, he brings them further towards him and places his mouth on the tip of one, sucking lightly and flicking his tongue over it. Louis laughs hysterically as Harry gives each toe the same treatment, but when he starts licking between them, he goes beserk and starts yelling the safe word from last time Harry tied him up.

"MELOHOHOHN, HAHAHAHARRY STOHOHOP!"

Harry stops immediately, letting go of the foot and untying the rope. Louis' arms and legs flop down, onto the floor as he giggles feebly. Harry scoops him up and nuzzles his nose with his own, whispering, "Bed? Or do you want a bath to get the pen off your foot?"

"Bath." Louis murmurs, though he seems almost out of it.

They bathe together where Harry has great difficulty in washing the pen off of Louis' foot without accidentally tickling him (which proves impossible). Then Harry tucks Louis into his bed, and is just about to leave to go to the bathroom when Louis breaths, "Stay."

Harry's heart melts and he goes back to Louis, placing a kiss on his head and telling him that he'll be right back. And when he does get back, Louis is still awake waiting for Harry to come back, one arm reaching towards the door. Harry smiles and gets into bed with Louis, whispering, "Looking for something?"

Louis giggles weakly, and cuddles close to Harry.

"I love you."

"I love me too."

"Harry." Louis whines, making Harry laugh and tighten his arms around Louis.

"I'm just kidding, I love you too."

"Good." Louis smiles, eyes closed, and Harry watches the boy he loves fall asleep in his arms.



A/N: Well that was a cute ending

So, in case you haven't realised, Harry's surprise is this Tickle Week thing that he and Louis are having. The next part, under request, is going to be tummy and guess what?

FINALLY WRITING SMUT IN THE LAST PART )

It may be blowjobs because actual smut is difficult and blowjobs are easy to write, but HEY it's smut, take it or leave it.

Anyway, comment any other objects you'd like Harry to use, and also if you have any requests for one shots (like an actual plot, not just "Can Harry get tickled" cos it's difficult coming up with plots) PLEASE TELL ME THEM, because I like taking requests

Thanks for reading, BYYYYYYYYE *twiddles fingers*