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May 31, 2012

Getting It Started - Larry/Ziall Oneshot

Word Count: 3,600

WARNING: Highly Mature

A/N: This oneshot is based on 50 out of 69 kinks posted by Sam yesterday! It is absolutely filthy, probably the filthiest I've written. I can't say this wasn't the funnest thing I've ever written, because it totally was. No regrets. Enjoooy!

Harry’s chest buzzed in time with the music that pounded around him; the dark room seemed to be almost as foggy with cigarette smoke as his whole body felt. That didn’t stop him, despite his fuzzy head and wonderfully light limbs, he downed another shot and poured himself another from the shiny, silver flask he’d brought to Liam’s swingers-themed party. He knew Liam from school, but had met barely any of the people in the crowd of completely blasted-drunk people his casual-acquaintance host had invited. That didn’t bother Harry, he needed to desperately blow off steam after a tough final year of school. He’d recently turned eighteen, recently moved out and recently acquired the freedoms of adult life which had already gotten him hooked.

His eyes scanned the large living room; dark, lit from the corners by dark red lights Liam had obviously hired out for the night - they added a class-less strip club feel, added to ever more by the foul language bouncing off the walls following the deafening music. Liam was by the makeshift bar made from his kitchen’s serving bench that connected the whole house - some random curly haired girl was drunkenly attached to his lips as they bopped to the music and groped each other shamelessly, surrounded by party-goers. Next to them was a now-empty, large glass bowl that once was home to dozens of pieces of paper, all containing a mobile phone number belonging to someone at the party. Each person picked on at random and it was their job to sext that number for the duration of the party.

Liam’s hands were fumbling messily with the girls bra strap through her shirt as she pushed him closer to the hallway, never disconnecting their sloppy kissing as they moved. A small vase was knocked off a table beside the door frame but he didn’t care. A quick thumbs up came around the door from him, much to the cheers and amusement of the rest of the party. Harry lowered his head from laughing as he received a text: ‘He’s getting lucky tonight. So are you. X anonymous.’

It was Harry’s first sext of the night, after his sext didn’t go through properly - probably because of messy handwriting or the alcohol coursing through his veins. Smiling excitedly, he flipped his Blackberry further up his hands, aligning his thumbs with the keypad like a pro. All professionalism soon disappeared as he attempted to type a coherent response.

‘Oh ykkea? Msbye thats yo getn luckuy!@’

‘We’ll see. X anonymous.’

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Louis was outside the house, in the front yard with a few other revellers who had let the celebrations, as well as some of their stomachs’ contents. spill out onto the grass and street in front of Liam’s house. Louis knew Liam through business connections and was invited to the party on a kind of unofficial business proposal, a bet, you could say. He was twenty-five and still found himself at so many of these young, foolish parties that he himself used to throw, much against his mother’s protests.

Louis was leaning against the garage wall overlooking the small front yard where a blonde boy, whose name he’d deduced from the boy he was with moaning it: Niall. The boy that he was intoxicatingly rolling through old-vomit and making out with was an old acquaintance of Louis’, through business as well, Zayn. Zayn was now where Louis came for his hit, a hit he had been promised tonight. After slipping his hand into the dark boys pocket whilst his attentions were otherwise occupied on the grass, Louis taxed a few pills that were lying daintily in the Bradford local’s pocket, replacing them with a twenty pound note. “Cheers, mate.” he spoke absently as he straightened up, one of the pills sitting between his fingers. Returning to the garage wall, he poured himself a mixed drink with the help of another random partygoer; it tasted like bourbon and coke… whatever.

Placing the pill on his mouth, Louis immediately tasted the bitter, repulsive coating on the hospital-grade medication before he washed it down his throat with a gulp of the now noticeably strong drink he’d been given. “What’s that?” The pourer slurringly questioned. “Codeine.” Louis answered flatly before tipping his head and raising his drink in thanks and leaving the front yeard for the house interior; the moaning Niall and Zayn were a bit too much for him now and he didn’t want them ruining his imminent buzz.

The door opening immediately assailed Louis with a much louder atmosphere, completely different to the dulled thudding outside, though one couldn’t be sure if that was music from inside or the repetitive thrusting against the ground by a certain smitten couple rolling in vomit. He strolled through the hall toward the loungeroom, eyeing bedrooms and other rooms as he went. Some were empty, some weren’t - like Liam’s bedroom, which really should have had its door closed. Louis almost expelled the now mixing drink and pill he’d taken minutes before by the confronting images he saw in the few seconds he was stupid enough to look in: curly hair, strong hands in that hair, sweat - eugh. Slamming the door closed, Louis smacked his fist against the door, “Privacy is beneficial on both sides, Liam! Jesus!” “You only live once, Louis!” was the only puffed response he received through the oak.

Instead of going into the loungeroom, where most people were, completely captivated by their drinks, their lovers and for some reason, their phones. The memory struck Louis hard, and he flipped his phone back out of his pocket - he hadn’t checked it for a few minutes.

‘I dnnt wana seee. I like bllindfylds. Haz x’

Louis chuckled at the drunk boys stupidity, it was supposed to be anonymous. Lurking in the shadows of the doorway, Louis sent his reply and stood back to watch and wait while his bloodstream was joined by a new substance; he awaited the codeine to numb him and immerse him in an ocean of sensation running parallel to that numbness. Sure enough, a phone sitting on a lounge’s arm lit up seconds later and was eagerly grabbed by a pretty, curly haired boy in a thin black t-shirt that hung loosely on his neck, exposing defined collarbones coated by pale, smooth skin. The boys face lit up with the phones backlight, as well as being lit by a dazzling smile complimenting jade-green eyes that louis could make out in the dull-red ambience Liam had set up before he was so repulsively occupied otherwise.

‘Wats yoor name?? X Haz’ Louis’ phone buzzed with excitement in cohesion with a buzz spreading through his limbs and encompassing his entire consciousness as the codeine took hold of him down to every nerve. Tingly bubbles raised all the way from his toes, bumping the sides of his legs, sending shivers up his thighs, making their way up his back, going weak with the fuzz; this was what he was fanging for all day.

‘Louis. Best know it now, you’ll be screaming it later. X Louis’

‘We’ll seeee. X Haz’

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Harry hadn’t intended to get so drunk that he couldn’t even read texts anymore, but somehow along the way, that intention was lost and his vision was completely untrustworthy. The world wobbled, feigned, faded and sometimes went black for longer during blinks than he thought it would. His sexter seemed to realise, considering his phone was now vibrating off the arm of the couch into his lap with an new number calling him.

“Hello?” He spoke slurry, and was immediately embarrassed, “hey.” he corrected.

“Hey babe. Look up.” A slightly high, but still manly and attractive voice cooed through the speaker. How did he get so lucky as to have a boy pick his number? Did the universe know he was gay? Harry obeyed the command and raised his head from looking in his lap, immediately spotting Louis across the room, leaning where Liam and his girlfriend had been a while before - against the kitchen counter. His skin was golden, his eyes were bright in the darkness, framed by classy black-rimmed glasses, his hair was feathery but stiff from hairspray and his fashion sense was unmistakably gay, but so damned attractive. The boy was in a white button up shirt, straddled by black suspenders on both of his shoulders. Harry shot him a cheeky smile, flashing his pierced tongue - the shiny silver ball glittering with a red spec of light. Louis’ eyes widened at its reveal as Harry stood and approached him.

“Hey.” Harry spoke first when he reached him. He was taller than Louis by about half a head, and Louis’ blue eyes looked over the rims of his glasses without lifting his head. There was a tempting darkening of the tanned boy’s eyes that Harry managed to spot before Louis’ hand lifted to Harry’s black shirt and pulled him without word into the hallway’s protective darkness.

As soon as they were slightly out of sight of the main body of party-goers, Louis’ lips were crashing against Harrys, pushing the taller boy against the wall of the hallway and leaning on his tip-toes to reach his lips evenly. Harry murmured approval into the offensive lips before his, wrapping his arm around Louis’ hips and lifting him even further into the embrace. Their lips didn’t break as Louis lead them clumsily backwards down the hall, even pushing past a girl throwing up into a fishbowl, or was it a turtle tank? Neither of them really cared as they grappled with each others tongues, hands gripping backs of necks, ribs, shoulders, hair; they were going everywhere, getting acquainted with their new play things for the next unknown period of time.

Pushing into the first bedroom they got to, the one before Liam’s, the two boys disconnected and burst into laughter as they saw the outlines of a pale, sweaty backside thrusting hard to a darker-skinned frame. A lightning crack sounded as the blonde-headed boy smacked the backside he was probably already punishing enough; it was then they noticed the two intruders giggling. “Fuck off Louis!” Zayn’s thick Bradford accent echoed down the hallway. “Sorry boys!” the two giggled and continued down the hallway, immediately coming back together and wrestling against the walls as they went.

The two avoided Liam’s bedroom; the trap it was. Instead, they continued down the hallways and basically fell into the empty master bedroom, Harry thought how lucky it was that the best room of the house seemed to be ready and awaiting them. He didn’t care, he needed this and he needed it now.

Louis stood before Harry in the dark room, his silhouette brightened by his white button up shirt that Harry’s slender fingers were struggling with. Louis wrapped his hands around the top of the shirt and ripped it open, popping every button that Harry hadn’t gotten open yet. Harry’s hands immediately invaded the sovereignty of Louis’ cold skin, scratching hard down his ribs as they did a sort of choreographed backward dance toward the bed which had four dark black posts that stood from its corners, accentuating the navy blue sheets and duvet that covered its soft mattress.

Louis’ heels touched the bottom of the bed as his lips moved to Harry’s throat. The taller boys chin leaning upward, allowing the feather-haired boy to assault his throat, planting teeth marks along it’s length up to Harry’s ear. Louis’ tongue traced a circle on the soft earlobe before Harry twitched away, giggling. Immediately after, strong hands gripped Louis’ shoulders and spun him, sending him down to the bed roughly. Louis hands splayed out and caught him, the codeine taking a rushing effect on him, sending his eyes rolling and his body twitching. He needed this too.

Harry laid on the bed by his own accord, sliding up to the bed head and opening his legs, jeans still on and patting his crotch. “Ride me, Louis.” Harry demanded, voice rasping with lust.

From his position beside Harry, Louis hitched a leg scantily over Harry’s hips, taking a light seat on the chocolate-haired hardening bulge. Harry moved his head to immediately kiss the boy on him, being denied. Louis pulled away, grinding his hips down and rubbing the zipper beneath him. Harry groaned, desperate. “Don’t tease.” Harry rasped again. “It’s my speciality.” Louis finally replied, cheeky.

Lifting his hips slightly, Louis ground down hard, one fluid motion from the bottom of Harry’s hips to his bellybutton sent the curls diving backwards as he let out a breathy groan, nails simultaneously digging into Louis’ sides before they lifted to his feathered hair, tugging hard at it, moving Louis off his hips - where Louis took the message and stood up from the bed, stumbling slightly under the influence of various chemicals.

Louis turned slowly, hooking his thumbs in the black suspenders straddling his shoulders beside the ripped flaps of his shirt. His thumbs caught at his shoulders and flicked the suspenders off, leaving them dangling by his hips. His shirt was soon on the floor behind him having fallen down his smooth arms. Harry didn’t notice much - his eyes were fixated on the still-sparkling pools of blue staring deep into the emerald windows to his soul. Louis dropped his pants and immediately moved to take Harry’s off - leaning over the boy who crept forward, his lips magnetised by their counterparts only inches away. Louis denied contact and withdrew as soon as he had good hold on Harry’s belt and lowered his pants; throwing them.

Louis’ tongue found its way from the top of Harry’s ankle all the way up his legs, through the middle of his thigh, dangerously close to Harry’s now aching length before changing course and flicking off the side of his hip, which bucked forward in disappointment.

In frustration, Harry gripped Louis by the shoulders, the desperation now revealing itself in other ways. He pulled his prey up to him, kissing his stomach as Louis straddled his long abdomen. Louis’ dick soon found itself the object of Harry’s attention.

Louis looked down at the head of curls that orbited his hips, taking in breath when a set of green eyes looked up mischievously as Harry’s head lowered, taking Louis’ length completely, to the base. Louis sucked in a desperate gasp as Harry’s throat clenched around him, sending wild bursts of euphoria like streamers from a cannon through his hips. The codeine married perfectly with the new sensation, numbing the euphoria before bubbling wildly from his knees and joining the fiery streamers of pleasure. Harry soon began to bob his head - professional, practiced - from tip to base every time.

A small flick against a sensitive part of Louis reminded him as he twitched, Harry had a tongue piercing; a piercing he was using to his advantage. He pulled away and licked a slow stripe up Louis’ dick that felt like it left behind a glowing hot trail of ecstasy that lingered, sending Louis wild. The little silver ball in Harry’s tongue only added a new avenue through which Harry could have the kneeling man before him quivering and twitching away from him.

All the while, Harry was testing Louis’ opening with his fingers on the other side of Louis’ hips. His green eyes looking up again, sending a clear message of what he was getting tonight - Louis.

Obedient, the feathered haired lad pushed Harry by the shoulders so that he was once again laying against the headboard of the large bed. His eyebrows raised as he started up at the older man who had something up his sleeve, and soon, he had something else up… something else. Harry choked out a gasp as Louis sat down quickly and unexpectedly.

A warm velvet overcame Harry’s aching desire, soothing it, but not quenching it’s lust for more - only driving it forward - embodied by the instinctual drive forward felt by his hips as they pushed deeper. Harry’s hips immediately raised off the bed in their need for more, pushing Louis up and pressing against a spot within him that had Louis’ hand race down to the bed sheets and grab for anything to keep him tied to the world - to save him from being shot into space. Harry however, had to stop himself from shooting into space. Louis was tight, warm and uncontrollably attractive - he had him close to insane, close to the end immediately.

Louis attempted to take some kind of control and covered Harry’s eyes while he raised his hips off Harry’s, which tried to follow him desperately - denied. Harry’s world of darkness was lit up by pain as teeth dug down onto his bottom lip. He groaned into the contact, pressing his lips against soft supple ones against them, affection that was immediately returned.

Harry wasn’t here to be dominated simply because he was younger - this was what he needed, and he needed to be in control. Harry’s hands surprised Louis on top of him by gripping his golden shoulders and throwing him roughly down the other end of the bed, face down and on all fours. Louis soon spied Harry’s long arm moving down the side of the bed and fishing for something: his suspenders. Turning to meet Harry’s gaze, those green eyes were hinting on red as the lust and mischief glimmered behind the emerald innocence that was being shattered.

His suspenders tight on his wrists, Louis couldn’t move his elbows far from the bed being tied to the post as he was. This was new, this was exciting. Harry was pressing into him hard, his back was alight with pleasure and stimulation as the curly-haired boy angled himself just right, rolling over just the right spot each and every time - he knew what he was doing and he had Louis backing into each and every thrust - a feat not common amongst Louis’ regulars. A rough hand was tight on the back of Louis’ neck, another had a handful of his hair - each of which tugged him backwards as Harry drew himself forward for each contact, a small grunt escaping the both of them each time.

His speed increased, and so did the stimulation for Louis, he was feeling insane, from his feet to his ears, goosebumps danced across his skin like they were pucks sliding on ice. Louis could tell Harry was close. “My face, Harry.” Louis puffed out, turning his head to look at the shiny-with-sweat lean boy behind him, his hair rippling every few moments - a pleasurable grimace on his features.

Harry’s only response was to shake his curls in denial. He was feeling too good, firey pleasure polluting his decision making, his entire being.

Louis spies Harry’s lip start to twitch, this was it; and in true tease style, Louis pulled his hips forward just before Harry made it, denying him the orgasm of a lifetime. Much to the angry frustration of Harry, who’s hands met Louis’ hips aggressively and pulled him back to him with a loud slap of their hips, reconnecting them immediately. Harry released seconds later, loud; Louis let him ride out the pleasure that was indescribable, toxic, addictive, necessary; that was what Harry needed.

Louis had Harry untie him, and he promptly got dressed while the tall boy laid flat against the duvet, his body shimmering with sweat, his chest and belly heaving with panting breaths.

Louis promptly got dressed and left Harry be in that room. The curly haired boy didn’t feel drunk anymore; must have been flushed out when he came. That’s understandable, considering he felt like it replaced everything about him with a brand new version. Getting dressed slowly, Harry appeared from the room to the party still in full-swing, like nothing had changed.

Louis was nowhere to be seen, but Harry’s instincts, which had just served him well, served him again, leading him out the front where he was immediately confronted with a dark street, illuminated by the bright yellow light of a black taxi. Two figures standing at its back door soon became clearer; Louis and Liam. Harry heard Liam mumbling, “Fifty, seventy, ninety, two-hundred.” Liam’s hands were darting into Louis’ awaiting hands; he was counting out money!

A gasp escaped Harry before he could control it, with both Liam and Louis’ heads snapping to his place on the top of the driveway. Harry looked between their eyes for an answer, any explanation why he’d been set up. It immediately all made sense, why a boy had gotten his number, why Louis had been so easy to get and why the master bedroom had conveniently been left for them. “You’re… a whore!?” Harry’s outrage, repulsion and hurt were evident through the break in his voice.

Louis looked to him with the most sympathy Harry had ever seen conveyed through a pair of eyes, even ones as beautiful as Louis’. Those eyes pleaded for forgiveness; it was nothing personal - it was business. He was business. Tears blurred Harry’s view of those gorgeous eyes and Louis got in the cab, which promptly pulled away.

Liam reached Harry a few moments later, clapping him on the shoulder, disregarding his obvious upset. “You’ve obviously had a good night mate. Come have another drink.” and he left Harry to go back inside before calling from the door. “The party’s only just started.”

#Getting It Started #Oneshot #Larry Stylinson #Lourry #Louis Tomlinson #Harry Styles #Ziall #Zayn Malik #Niall Horan #Liam Payne #One Direction #Fanfic #One Direction Fanfic

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