The Boy On The Bus Part Two (Larry Tickle)

A/N: Back again Here is the sequel to The Boy On The Bus.

To: Louis (text me if you're bored and alone)

From: Harry (boy on the bus)

Hey...I'm bored. And alone.



To: Harry (boy on the bus)

From: Louis (text me if you're bored and alone)

How may I be of service?



To: Louis (text me if you're bored and alone)

From: Harry (boy on the bus)

I was wondering if you'd like to come over?



To: Harry (boy on the bus)

From: Louis (text me if you're bored and alone)

When?



To: Louis (text me if you're bored and alone)

From: Harry (boy on the bus)

Like...now?



To: Harry (boy on the bus)

From: Louis (text me if you're bored and alone)

Sure, what's your address? I'll be there in 10.

Harry sends Louis his address and sighs with relief. He thought he was going to turn him down, so he is ridiculously happy. He adjusts his new toy and scampers around his room, chucking yesterday's shirt and everything else into his wardrobe, making sure nothing is lying around except for a few things on his desk, covered by a cloth. Louis would find out what they were later.

He goes downstairs and turns on the TV, fidgeting and waiting for the knock at the door. When he finally hears it, he leaps off the couch and rushes to the door, opening it and flashing a dimpled grin at the boy stood in front of him, hands in pockets.

"Hey." Louis says, with a shy smile.

"Hi." He replies, opening the door wider and letting him squeeze past him in the narrow hallway. He shuts the door and takes Louis by the wrist, leading him to the living room and sitting him on the couch at the opposite end to him. Louis takes off his shoes, pulling his bare feet up to hug his knees.

He doesn't know that Harry has been planning this the entire Friday night before, and Harry thought he'd make Louis wait a while before beginning.

As they watch 16 And Pregnant (don't judge them), Louis seems to get a little impatient, and slides his feet into Harry's lap.

Harry hides a smile and decides to tease him a little bit.

He places his hands on Louis' feet, stroking his thumb over the tops and playing around with his toes. He spiders them slightly every now and then, receiving a giggle from Louis, but does nothing more until the program is finished.

"Hey, Lou?" He asks, casually, standing up.

"Yeah?" Louis is on his feet at once.

"Come upstairs with me a sec. I want to show you something."

"Okay!" Louis says, almost jumping, but, realising what he's doing, he stops, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic.

Harry shakes his head, smiling as he takes Louis' hand and pulls him upstairs to his room.

When he gets to the door, he pauses, sending a silent prayer to whoever is listening that Louis will like what he has planned for him. Then, he opens his door, and stands back to let Louis walk inside.

Louis is quiet for a minute, simply observing.

Then,

"Oh, Harry."

Harry bites his lip. "Is it...okay?"

Louis turns around to face him, his face all lit up like a Christmas tree.

"It's perfect."

Harry breaths out.

When his mum left this morning, he called his mate Niall, who is good with hardware, and asked him to put a metal ring in the ceiling ("This isn't one of your weird kinks is it?" "No, Niall." "There's not some mystery fuck buddy I don't know about-" "NO, NIALL!") Hanging from it, is piece of strong fabric, soft to touch, and the curtains are shut, the whole room lit by soft candlelight.

Louis turns to Harry, opening his arms and Harry steps towards him, accepting the hug. He assumes the usual position, his arms around Louis' waist, Louis' around his neck. This is their favourite way to hug, because it means Harry can spring an attack on Louis at any moment.

Like now.

His hands taser Louis' sides, making Louis squeal and pull away, smiling.

Louis' problem is, while he loves being tickled, his body does not share that love and he still curls up or even results to violence if he isn't held down. This is why, when he met Harry for the first time (Harry had wriggled under his seat on this bus and tickled one of his feet) he had pulled back his other foot, so he wouldn't kick him in the face.

Harry always has to restrain him somehow, but, luckily for both of them, Harry is a master at tickling, so the holding down instinct is already there.

Harry smiles at Louis, putting his hands in the air jokingly.

"Now, you have two choices: we can go back downstairs and watch another episode of 16 and Pregnant, which, honestly, I find rather interesting-"

Louis laughs. "You're like a 40 year old woman trapped in a teenage boy's body."

Harry looks at him. "I'm gonna get you for that."

Louis smirks. "I look forward to it."

"OR, we could stay up here and...test out my new toy. Your decision."

Louis takes a moment before sidling towards the hanging tie and looking at Harry hopefully, like a little puppy.

Harry laughs, and joins him, taking Louis' arms and brings them above his head. Pulling Louis' shirt over his head, he blushes a little, taking in the boys body, but shakes himself out of it. He uses the material to tie his wrists together, and the excess material to tie them to the ring so they are stretched high above his head.

Finally, he slips a blindfold over Louis' eyes, waving his hands in front of him to check if he can see, which, of course, he can't.

Harry moves to stand behind Louis, holding onto his hips and just rubbing small circles in the material of his shorts for a second, while Louis shudders in anticipation, waiting for the hands he knows will come.

And sure enough, they do.

Beginning right in the middle of his chest, Harry takes one hand and trails it down, smiling as Louis' shivers. He brushes over his naval lightly, bringing his other hand around Louis' waist to ghost over the small tummy, enjoying the way it sucks in to try and escape his fingers. Harry chuckles quietly behind Louis' neck and doesn't see the goosebumps that raise beneath the breath on his skin.

While one hand draws shapes lightly on his stomach, the other moves up his chest and in circles around one of his nipples, knowing of it's sensitivity. He brushes over it a few times, liking how it hardens beneath his thumb, before he decides to really start.

Softly, he begins spidering Louis' sides, Louis giving little gasps and moving his hips from side to side. Whenever he moves them though, Harry is somehow there, and the fact that he can't see makes it even better, because it brings a sense of surprise and danger, if that word can even be used in this kind of situation.

Harry drags his moving fingers up Louis' sides, trailing over his rib cage and drawing a giggle from him but as he moves up to his armpits he gets a bigger reaction from him. He traces his hollows, appreciating the fact that Louis took the time to shave them, so the skin is soft and clear. Harry begins to wiggle his fingers in his armpits, picking up the pace as Louis starts to hop on the spot, giggling and bursting into laughter every now and then.

But Harry wants more, and so does Louis, so Harry leaves him attached to the tie and walks the short distance to his desk. He reaches for the cloth covering his tools and picks one, taking his time to choose.

Louis is confused, but waits patiently when Harry's warmth disappears from behind him. When Harry comes back, though, he jumps, because his large hands are extremely cold and have begun massaging something slippery into the delicate skin of his stomach.

He starts giggling again, Harry's hands affecting him so much more than they did before.

"Whahahat's thahat?"

Harry smiles. "Baby oil. Makes you more ticklish."

Louis shrugs the best he can, with his arms above his head, and enjoys the sensation, gasping and jerking to the side whenever Harry tickles him slightly while rubbing it in.

Harry rubs it on his chest and in his armpits as well, just in case he gets bored and wants to change places.

When he is finished, he spreads his palms flat on Louis' stomach for a moment, simply resting them there, before he starts dancing them across his, now slippery, torso.

Louis bursts into laughter because, woah, this tickles a whole lot more than before. He twists beneath Harry's hands, pushing his hips in every direction to try and escape them, without luck.

Harry chuckles, tickling all over his soft stomach and thanking the tie that holds Louis' arms so that he can use both hands to tickle him, where as, before, he had to use one hand to restrain him.

Eventually, Harry gets bored of his stomach and sides and moves up to Louis' ribs, pressing into them and counting them out loud to tease him. Louis is loving every second of it, and shrieks when Harry moves his hands to just above his ribs. Harry looks at him in surprise, seeing Louis looking equally shocked that the noise had come out of his mouth. Harry swipes his fingers over the spot again and Louis shrieks once more, falling to the side and laughing when Harry begins barely tickling it.

"I think we just found a secret spot." Harry says smugly, "Why didn't you tell me, Lou Lou?" He tickles it faster and Louis writhes beneath his fingers, tugging desperately at his hands.

"I didn't knohohow, I swehehehear." He squeals, trying to hop in circles but being held tightly by Harry's legs, which have clamped around his.

"Oh really?" Harry carries on tickling it, breathing in Louis' laughter, but stops when he's almost kicked in the nuts by Louis' foot.

Luckily, he catches it and looks up at Louis mock disappointedly, tutting at him.

Louis tries to pull his foot away. "Oh god, Harry I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Shut up." Harry commands him, and Louis falls silent obediently. Harry holds Louis' foot captive with one hand, the other slowly advancing on it.

"You naughty boy, Louis." He murmurs before scribbling all over Louis' sole, causing him to fall into loud laughter. Harry tickles it for a while before slowing to a stop, looking back at Louis' face, tears of laughter soaking through the blindfold, a permanent smile on his face.

"Ask me," Harry says quietly, "to tickle you armpits."

Louis looks confused, but when Harry's hand tickles his foot again he practically yells,

"Tickle my armpits!"

Harry smiles at him.

"As you wish."

He brings his fingers up towards Louis' armpits, brushing over his new spot once and earning a laugh from Louis before finally getting to his armpits.

He traces the arches, liking how stretched they are above Louis' head. Then, he leaves again, picking a new tool from his desk. Louis waits, and when he feels the familiar warmth of Harry against his back, he sighs contentedly and leans back his head.

The calm doesn't last for long though, because a massive tickling sensation brushes his left armpit, leaving him squirming and laughing.

"Whahat's thahahat?"

"Paintbrush." Harry answers, flicking it all over Louis' exposed armpit. Louis squirms under it's softness, made about ten times worse by the baby oil that makes him so much more sensitive to everything. Harry continues to 'paint' his left armpit before moving on to his right, because they have to have an equal share, right?

After finishing his 'painting', Harry uses the paintbrush to ghost over Louis' spot again, just to hear that girly shriek, and goes over to his tools again, chuckling.

I regret the woman trapped in the boys body comment now, Louis thinks, cheeks burning.

And that was exactly Harry's intentions.

When he comes back, this time, he has a feather. He slowly brushes it inside his belly button, earning a squeak from Louis, and after deciding the feather won't be of much use, goes back to pick something else.

Louis stands, arms in the air, hip cocked to one side as he waits for Harry to come back. It's been amazing so far, he can't believe Harry planned all this for him. He must like him a lot to do it-

His thoughts are cut off when he hears a whirring sound. His mouth opens wide, and he's about to ask what it is, when Harry beats him to it.

"Electric toothbrush."

And with that, he is pressing it into the soft skin of Louis' tummy, making his stomach pull all the way in so his ribs show, just to get away from that torturous, yet wonderful vibration. It tickles like hell, and he loves it, but his body hates it. So while he wants to stand there completely still and take it, he's jumping on the spot to try and escape the toothbrush.

When that doesn't work and the toothbrush chases him, buzzing all over his stomach, he turns around successfully, feeling a sense of achievement as he presses himself into Harry as much as possible so it can't touch his stomach again.

But then it creeps up his spine and he flips out, trying to climb Harry with his legs to get away from it.

Surprisingly, though, it's not easy to climb someone when you're already weak, blind, and laughing hysterically.

Harry is laughing at how desperately Louis tries to hide from the toothbrush, it's just too funny.

But eventually, he turns it off and takes Louis' thighs in his hands, pulling them tightly around his waist and whispering, "Hold on" before untying his hands.

He catches Louis as he falls slightly from not being held up any longer.

Changing position to carry Louis bridal-style to his bed, he hopes he didn't go too far at the end. He's reassured when he sets Louis down on his bed and takes off the blindfold, because blue eyes open and a mouth smiles tiredly.

"Thank you, Harry." He murmurs, reaching out for him to pull him onto the bed, "That was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Well-"

Harry had been smiling up until that point, now drooping visibly.

"-actually, it was meeting you."

Harry blushes, taking Louis hand and entwining their fingers together. Louis shivers and Harry pulls the blankets on top of them, but smiles largely when Louis asks,

"Cuddle with me?"

In answer, he presses his body against Louis', wrapping one arm around his tiny waist, the other lying on the pillow above them.

Louis takes the hand that's not on his waist and pulls it to his lips, pressing a small kiss to it, then looking at Harry for approval.

Harry smiles softly at him and traces Louis' lips with his fingertips, surprised when a weak giggle comes from him.

"You can't be ticklish on your mouth." He says in disbelief, trailing a finger along the bottom one. It twitches and Louis giggles again.

"Lips are the most sensitive part of the body." Louis replies, eyes closing, the warmth and exhaustion bringing him closer to sleep.

"You learn something new everyday." Harry muses, curling into Louis, allowing himself to sleep for a few hours with the warmth of Louis and the kiss on his hand replaying in his mind as he lets go.