Louis and Mike lean up against a wall smoking like a pair of thugs, which they aren't at all. But they're still trouble. Not a real wall, just the kind tall enough to keep everyone from seeing the garden behind it.

Mike speculates it's walled off so that whoever lives there can sunbathe nude. He also speculates it's women, models probably. Louis tells him it's probably a fat old man.

Scowling, Mike calls him gay for making him think about fat old men and nude sunbathing. Louis laughs.

"If I had a garden, I'd grow weed," he says, because of course.

"It would all die in the winter," Mike points out.

"That's why we go to Miami," Louis says. "Like birds migrating."

Mike snorts.

In the middle of muttering something about migratory DJs and frequent flyer miles, he pushes off the wall and starts walking away.

Louis watches him walk to the seam of the wall where it meets the adjacent building. The rain spigot from the roof five storeys up has an iron cage around it. Mike hooks his fingers on the lowest part of the metal. Leaning up on his toes he wraps his hand around it.

"It's going to break," Louis says.

"No," Mike says, "it's not."

He kicks one foot up onto the wall and pulls himself up. He doesn't truly climb the wall or the iron around the rain spout, and it's hardly graceful. But Louis watches the whole, rapid ascent. Despite himself, he’s impressed.

Mike sits on the very edge of the wall, holding onto the iron spikes at the top to keep himself up there.

"It might break if you tried it." He grins at Louis like he wants a retort, but Louis doesn't really want to break a leg — or worse, an arm — falling off a wall.

"How are you going to get down?" he asks, grinding out his cigarette on the wall and tossing it into the gutter.

"I'll jump," Mike answers.

As Louis approaches him, Mike turns and looks over his shoulder at whatever's behind the wall.

"What is it?" Louis asks.

"Just a bunch of dead rose bushes," Mike says. He sighs. "I'm disappointed, give me a cigarette."

Louis takes one out and puts it between his lips to light it. Holding it up to Mike, he worries about Mike falling on him as he lets go of the iron spikes with one hand. Once Mike takes the cigarette, he puts the filter between his teeth and grabs hold again.

Louis swings himself around, turning on his heel until his back is against the wall. His head is about level with Mike's neatly crossed ankles.

He expects Mike to jump down and join him, but instead Mike uncrosses his legs and swings one out until his toe is on Louis' far shoulder.

When he looks up and glares at Mike, Mike grins down at him with his cigarette between his teeth. He drags himself over so that his shoes rest on either side of Louis' head.

"Don't fall on me," Louis says. "I'll drop you on the street."

"You wouldn't do that," Mike says.

Louis looks up, head tilted against the wall. Mostly he sees Mike's legs.

"You love me," Mike says, teasing. "You won't let me fall."

Louis reaches up and grabs Mike around the ankle. When he tugs, only a little, Mike shouts a few choice curses at him. It makes Louis grin.

He lets go of Mike's ankle and Mike presses the back of his heel to Louis' cheek. When Louis leans away Mike puts his other heel down on Louis' shoulder. Mike is careful, he somehow doesn't kick Louis in the teeth.

"You're getting my jacket dirty," Louis says.

"Aw, poor thing," Mike taunts him.

Mike pushes his heel closer and closer to Louis' throat, catching him under his chin. Louis tells him to fuck off.

Sitting on the wall makes Mike's pants ride up on his legs so that a tall portion of his socks is visible between the hem and his shoes.

"Planning to pull me down now?" Mike asks.

Louis doesn't respond, except for glaring at Mike's ankle — but he can't see that. He only needs to move a few centimeters to bite the tendon above Mike's heel. Above him, Mike shouts. The sound echoes down the street.

Mike laughs, just as loud, until he's breathless. "I deserved that," he admits.

Mike turns his foot inward and nudges Louis' cheek with the flat toe of his shoe.

"Now move, I wanna get down."

Words by Sarah <3 I liked both versions of this doodle so I mashed them together = v=