An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You’re thinking too much,” Louis said, squatting down next to him. His tank top gathered loosely above the curve of his ass, which was maybe the most perfect ass Liam had ever seen. His eyes glinted mischievously.
Liam glared back at him. “You seem like you’re enjoying this too much.” Liam strained his muscles as he lifted his torso and legs up to pass the ball back to his hands.
Louis bit his lip to keep from smiling. “What makes you think I would enjoy watching you suffer, Liam?” He asked.










