#saysthemagpie

[theficpusher]

everything i need i get from you by saysthemagpie | E | 1406 “You like it, don’t you,” Harry murmurs, thumbing over the head and making him gasp. He’s rutting gently against Niall’s leg now, breath coming loud and harsh in Niall’s ear. “Makes you feel so good.” “Yeah,” Niall breathes, hips bucking into the touch, “yeah, 's good, feels good, Haz,” and he feels dazed and a little lost but weirdly grateful to Harry for telling him what he’s feeling, for describing to Niall what’s happening to his body when his own brain can’t seem to connect the dots.

Burning Like a Bridge for Your Body by alison | M | 2912 Louis is newly obsessed with Nick's lovely bum.

down by sky_reid | E | 4155 sometimes all harry really wants is to play with louis' arse.

Sweat dripping down our dirty laundry by becka | E | 5511 How does neat and tidy Niall end up writing a sexy song about dirty laundry? Obviously he has sex with the messiest person he knows. It isn't quite as simple as he wants it to be.

candy in your mouth (i know you love me) by embodied | E | 6937 “You’re wrong,” Harry says, jaw clenched tight. “Because if all I wanted was a fuck, I’ve got at least three willing parties a phone call and a five minute drive away. What I want is you. I want us, I want it to be normal again -” “What the fuck is normal?” Louis yells, much too loudly, and has to pause to consciously lower his voice before he speaks again. “Because a year ago, normal was eating too much takeaway and watching B-movies on Netflix in your room, and then normal was me choking on your cock at half past two in the morning, and I don’t know about you, but as of the past few weeks, normal is not seeing or talking to you at all, because I’ve all but admitted that I’m fucking crazy for you and you don’t know what to say to that.” Louis’ chest heaves, his breath coming out short. He hears his own throat stick when he swallows, and his voice is decidedly weaker when he asks, “So which one is it, Harry?” AU. Things have shifted since last Christmas.

Makes Perfect by checkthemargins | E | 8610 "What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?" Louis presses. "Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don't know, a pillow or something. Whatever it'd fit around." Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. "It's different, though, innit? When it's a real person. A pillow won't snog me." "Why should it?" says Louis. "You can't even take its bra off."

When Shoulders Fall by meth_breath | E | 14334 They say the things we fear the most have already happened to us. Zayn politely disagrees. (Or the one where Louis and Zayn agree to give Perrie a threesome for her birthday, and accidentally sex each other too.)

A Waltz For A Night by sunsetmog | E | 26570 "Stop being so nice to me. I'm normally horrible to you. I've been horrible to you the last however many times we've seen each other." "I just thought that was you flirting," Nick says. "Wasn't it?" "No. I mean, yes, of course it was, but like, also, no. Oh, fuck. I fancied you rotten. I was trying to hide it." Or: Louis finds someone who likes every bit of him, and who likes the same things he does. He just hadn't expected that person to be Nick Grimshaw.

we can take the long way home by eleadore | E | 27280 “Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will. or, The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.

[mildlymaddy]

umm I would love some femslash pairings! Eleanor/Danielle, or Danielle/Bebe (hey you never know)? or umm more Eleanor/Danielle/Louis maybe?

The first time she kisses Bebe, all Danielle can think of is Louis, and how he’ll never have this, will never know Bebe like this. Won’t ever know that she tastes like tangerines, and shivers when you touch her neck.

He took a lot from Danielle, never gave it back. But she’s here, now, claiming this for herself.

“You alright, babe?” Bebe asks, trailing her fingers down Danielle’s arm. She’s soft and she’s bold and Danielle’s body is burning up like it never has before.

“I’m fine.”

The second time Bebe kisses her, Danielle doesn’t think about anything at all.

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[theficpusher]

you don't know where you are by saysthemagpie | M | 5357 He doesn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like Harry was going to greet him at the door, take him around and introduce him to all his teammates. That’d go over brilliantly, he’s sure. Hi, everybody, this is Niall. No, he can’t play football, but sometimes I let him jack me off in the showers after practice. (small town texas AU. harry's the star quarterback and niall's a kid from the wrong side of town.)

So Much Left to Say by myownspark | M | 7654 Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send. (Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

Now is Night by angelwarm | T | 7798 “Glad to see you haven’t sold out,” Harry murmurs. He’s leaned up against the lockers, body long and sweeping. Louis grabs a notebook from the top shelf and slams his locker shut. His smile is small, wry. “We all sell out in different ways.” “Have I?” Harry’s hair is getting longer—brown curls falling into his face. For what feels like ages, Louis traces each of his features in his mind, the way Harry’s grown into his nose, the reddening of his lips that always makes it look like he’s just bitten into strawberries. The last piece they played together before Harry quit was Frances Lai’s Love Story, and—and nothing. If anything came of it, it allowed Louis to believe in coincidence, in the random events of the universe, in the reality that there was no point to any event. No meaning, unless he assigned it meaning. Louis readjusts the cigarette behind his ear. “Of course not, Styles. Once a golden boy, always a golden boy.” [high school au where labels are a Thing only sometimes and people talk]

Assumptions by lovelylounatic | E | 8793 Harry is a the quarterback, Louis is a cheerleader. Bestfriends help each other out a bit after a big win.

fire for a heart by alnima | M | 28378 “Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him. “He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?” “I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.” Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

bloodsport by tofiveohfive | E | 40283 “You know how our next game is against the Cardinals, right? You remember how vicious those guys can get. I wanted us to come up with some plays, maybe work on a block from the left—” Louis stops when he hears a chuckle. He doesn’t think he’s said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation. “‘S funny, ‘s all.” Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

hush. by Wankerville | T | 41162 “I don't like you like that, Harry.” “See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.” or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

[theficpusher]

You light up the room by momentofclarity | T | 1515 Harry officially has no idea of where he is. Or well. He knows he’s at Niall’s friend's cousin’s house but he has no idea where said house is. All he knows is that they took a bus, walked for a little while and then were picked up by someone with a car. It was all very unsafe with five boys squished into the backseat but Harry was already halfway to drunk and didn’t really care. That might also have had something to do with the fact that Louis was pressed up against his side and kept giggling into his shoulder during the whole ride. Might have.

❤ For Effort by FallingLikeThis | G | 2183 When Harry Styles lets his team down during gym class, resulting everyone having to run laps, he expects the worst. But the backlash never comes. Harry's crush, Louis Tomlinson, may or may not have something to do with that.

after summer by stylinsoncity | M | 4637 Summer is over and Louis has news for his boys that changes everything.

you don't know where you are by saysthemagpie | M | 5357 small town texas AU. harry's the star quarterback and niall's a kid from the wrong side of town.

feel so foolish by juliusschmidt | M | 13573 Louis and his friends keep laughing at Harry; he's sure of it. But he's not sure why.

Caught By the Sun by metal_eye | M | 19233 Harry and Louis meet every summer at the lake.

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld | T | 32699 Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

So Much Left To Say by myownspark | M | 7654 Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.

To Know Who I Am: The Diaries of Niall James Horan by gettingaphdinlarry | nr | 66871 This series of made up of Niall's senior year diaries, as well as some companion fics.

[mildlymaddy]

Have a little angsty Lourry ficlet, because I watched Harry’s documentary and couldn’t help but thinking about Louis watching it and... yeah. I have Feelings, let me tell you them.

Louis locks himself up in his bathroom to watch it. It makes no sense, since he's alone anyway, but he can't help himself, can't shake the adolescent shame at the idea of being caught doing something that feels so intensely private.

 Harry looks both hauntingly young and impossibly older from one frame to the next. Jamaica shows him with more stubble than Louis’s ever seen him with, constantly disheveled in a way that feels more genuine than anything Harry has shared of himself for years. It fills Louis with yearning, with wanting to be a part of it, even though he doesn’t even really know what “it” is yet. 

Wanting to be a part of Harry’s life is an absurd emotion, something he thought he’d gotten rid of years ago. Something he should have long ago outgrown.

 The hiatus made it easier to convince himself that was true.

 But the documentary shows Louis’s lies for what they are, easily undone by a simple shot of Harry grinning into the camera, pink lips and shining eyes.

 It’s always been so infuriatingly easy.

 He's got to pause the video when Harry talks about the band. Their band. He didn't expect it to hurt, but it does, the ache physical, pulling at Louis’s bones from the inside. Harry sits there, pretending that the pressure wasn’t destroying them, gnawing at their souls bit by bit. Talks about never faking it, making Louis wonder how many people are going to buy into it, take him at his word, no matter how absurd such a claim is, how many times they had to fake it, fake a smile, a hug, or an entire friendship.

 There was a lot of love in the band, there still is. But there’s a lot fame took away, too.

 Maybe Harry really never had to fake it.

 It didn’t feel that way, back then.

 The documentary moves away from the band, and Louis feels himself breathe a little easier, leaning back against the bathtub where he’s sitting on the dirty bath mat, phone precariously perched on his bent knees.

 Harry gets his hair cut on-screen, because of course he did, and Louis allows himself a smile as Harry grins at his mum. It’s nice, seeing him that happy. It’s bittersweet, too, because he never really looked that happy at the end, not like he does now.

 The music is amazing, but not as amazing as watching Harry singing it, his entire being so clearly thrown into it, face twisting with every bend of the songs, body vibrating with it. Louis’s enthralled, letting himself stare in a way he hasn’t in years, drinking Harry in like he’s parched for it.

 There used to be a time when he didn’t feel the need to pretend to anyone that he wasn’t parched for it. Certainly not to himself.

 He’s got to pause the video again when Harry starts talking about his guitarist. The way Harry looks at him… the glint of adoration in his eyes… Louis’s seen it all before, a lifetime ago, seen it directed at himself, even though the face beaming up at him was softer and framed by unruly curls.

 It hurts more than the band talk did. Hurts enough that Louis flips his phone shut in the middle of it, narrowly stopping himself from throwing it across the tiled floor.

 Part of him wants to warn that guy, to tell him not to give into it. He can see it on his face; the sheer bewilderment at being the object of Harry’s devotion. That little shy dismissive laughter, the twitching of the lips, repressed grins when you think you still have a grip on this.

 From the video, though, Louis knows it's already too late.

 He remembers, as clearly now as he did back then. The feel of Harry giggling against his shoulder, the soft touch of Harry’s fingers sliding under his t-shirt (just a touch, nothing to read into it, nothing at all). The caress of wet lips against his neck, and brushing it off with a laugh, telling himself it's nothing, just puppy play.

 Leaning into it, into him, into whatever is on offer, until suddenly you find yourself craving for more, gasping against Harry’s mouth and more fucking vulnerable than you’ve ever let yourself be in your entire life.

 He wants to warn that guy, that Mitch, that if the fans don’t ruin it, then Harry will. That no matter how many times Harry gives himself to him, he’ll always slip right through Mitch’s fingers in the end, as easily as he spilled into them.

 Of course, he won’t. Cannot, anyway, because Mitch clearly would have no idea who Louis really is, has probably been kept blissfully oblivious to that part of Harry’s life. Starting new, Harry had said, or something close to it.

 Louis got over it, anyway. Got over it so well he’s sitting on his bathroom floor, his fingers shaking, his cheeks prickling with tears he refuses to wipe away because wiping them would mean accepting he’s cried at all, and he hasn’t.

 He got over it, and that Mitch guy will get over it too, as will all the ones that will follow him.

 It gets easier after that. Louis gets lost into the music, unbothered by the allusions to Harry’s hook-ups; it's never been about that, really, always has been way more complicated than that. Louis’s always known how to deal with jealousy. What he’s never known how to deal with is the piece of his heart Harry took away and never fucking gave back, not even once he was done keeping it like a shiny trinket.

 The end of the video sneaks up on him, 50 minutes of his life gone in a flash, his bum suddenly sore from sitting on the bathroom floor for so long, legs cramped from staying so still. They show Harry and Mitch cuddling on a couch, Harry belting out song lyrics while Mitch stays plastered against his armpit, and the easy familiarity of Mitch’s fingers wrapped around Harry’s wrist makes Louis feel like he’s looking at alternate versions of themselves.

It’s heartwarming in a cruel selfish way, knowing someone else will get through it all.

He shuts his phone for good after the credits end, and pretends that he’s not going to watch it again.

 He’s good at pretending.

 He’s got years of practice.

[mildlymaddy]

(original post)

I started writing this as a tag-fic but it got away from me. Stupid tag limit.

Anyway to get back on your tags on the original post, @ticklefightharry, yes to Louis being the hedgehog and Liam getting him out of that predicament, BUT hear me out, what if...

What if Louis-the-hedgehog is actually a fairy? And he offers a gobsmacked Liam one wish in return for his kindness?

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"So this was... a test? Like in the fairy tales?" Liam asks once he's stopped pinching himself. Louis's relieved; Liam's forearm was turning an alarming shade of red. "To see if I'm pure of heart, or something?"

"Yes yes that's how it works, innit?" Louis says, waving his hand like Liam's making him lose his time.

He's not about to admit that no, this wasn't a test at all.

He's just always liked turning into tiny woodland creatures, nothing's nicer than the forest at night, and he happened on that mcflurry container and there was still a little bit of ice cream at the back and... Louis was just hungry, alright?!

But a silly human who’s wearing greasy overalls with his name embroidered on the front doesn't have to know that, so Louis doesn't tell him.

"So what do you wish for?" he asks instead, trying to sound very busy and important. Except, the more he looks at Liam, the less impatient he's getting. It's just that... if you take away the grease and the unkempt hair, Liam's way up high on Louis’s list of Gorgeous Humans Encounters.

Not that Louis's seen many humans in the 200 years he's been alive. Fairies haven't made it to the 21st century by being too friendly.

But Liam's definitely way up there, and Louis can't quite stop staring at him.

"I don't know," Liam says, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. Now that he's stopped pinching himself, he's started reaching out and touching Louis instead, which is quite distracting.

It's just barely-there brushes of his fingertips at first, like he's expecting to get electrocuted or smitten by thunder where he stands (which, Louis could totally have that happen, if he wanted to), but then he starts properly touching, stroking Louis's forearm before sliding his fingers down to Louis's palm, until suddenly they're holding hands and Louis's not quite sure how he let that happen.

He must still be dizzy from being trapped in that container, that's what it is. Hedgehogs have really tiny brains, and panic makes their brains tinier still. Louis's still thinking hedgehog thoughts, that's all.

That doesn't actually explain anything, least of all why he wants to plaster himself to Liam's body rather than curl into a tight ball, but that's what he's going with and no one can make him admit otherwise.

"Sorry!" Liam says when Louis pointedly looks down at their hands, and he drops Louis's hand like it's on fire, which, no, that's not what Louis was going for there.

"I don't know what to wish for," Liam continues, thankfully oblivious to Louis's thoughts. "I should probably wish something for my ma," he adds, and that makes Louis take notice, because he's granted wishes to a few people in his lifetime, and absolutely NONE of them have ever thought of helping someone else with their wish.

"Or maybe I should... no, that's just pathetic."

"What's pathetic?" Louis asks, instantly deciding that whatever that is, is what Liam should wish for.

Liam looks annoyed at himself. "'was gonna wish for friends but that's just... that's ridiculous," he mumbles, so low that Louis has to strain to hear him.

"You want to wish you had friends?!" he blurts out. "That makes no sense."

Liam looks even more dejected. "I know. That's not something anyone should need to wish for."

Louis bristles, sending a cloud of fairy dust into the air and making Liam gape at him. "That's not what I meant," Louis says, a bit bruskly. "I meant I can't believe you don't have friends! Are you surrounded by blind people?!"

Liam looks taken aback. "I don't... I don't know-"

"You're the most beautiful human I've ever seen how could you not have FRIENDS?!" Louis screeches, rising a couple inches into the air from the strength of his feelings.

Liam only gapes at him more, eyes going from the asphalt up to Louis's floating feet and back. “How do you... how do you do that?” he asks, voice going a little wonky at the end. “You don’t have wings!”

“Of course I’ve got wings,” Louis huffs, rustling them as if to make his point, sending some fairy dust right into Liam’s face. “You just can’t see them.”

“That’s amazing,” Liam says, and he looks like a kid, all wide eyes and even wider smile. Louis likes kids; they never ask stupid questions.

He quite likes Liam, as well.

"Humans don't make any sense," he declares, floating back down. "You're clearly surrounded by idiots. D'you want to wish them turned into goats? I could do that."

Liam laughs at that, which isn't what Louis was going for (he's always loved a good goat-transformation), but it's an unexpectedly delightful sight all the same.

"I think I'm good, thank you," Liam says, and he's grinning so hard you can't quite see his eyes and Louis feels himself glowing pink, which is plain embarrassing, especially since Liam only seems to grin even harder at that. "You're glowing pink," he says, because humans like to point out the obvious, and Louis just glares at him as best he can, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Fairies can do that. It doesn’t mean anything. So, your wish? I don't have all night," Louis snaps, even though the last thing he wants is to send Liam on his way.

"I don't know," Liam says, and he doesn't look at all sad anymore, which is great, if not very helpful in the wish-fulfilling department. “Can I... can I wish to talk to you a little more?”

Louis isn’t flustered. Not at all. The only reason he transforms into a bluebird in a puff of fairy dust and flies to hide in the nearest tree hole is because he thinks he heard a noise and fairies have to be careful, alright, else they don’t survive for long.

He watches from his hiding spot as Liam turns around in a circle in the middle of the deserted road, looking completely lost and, soon enough, quite a bit sad.

“F... fairy? Are you still there?” he eventually calls out, hesitantly, like he’s afraid someone is going to see him talking to the air. “Did I... did I do something to offend you?” he adds, looking down at his feet, and he may not say ‘I always make people run away’ out loud but it’s written clear as day on his face and Louis won’t have that.

He hops out of his tree hole and perches on a nearby branch, before changing back into human-form, sitting ten feet in the air with his legs dangling. “I’m here,” he says, and the relieved smile on Liam’s face when he turns around and looks up at Louis very nearly makes Louis shift into a bird again (not that it had anything to do with Liam’s smile the first time, obviously).

“I thought I heard a noise,” he says, hopping gracefully back to the ground.

“I was afraid I’d scared you off,” Liam says, grimacing, and Louis is starting to think getting his head stuck in that mcflurry container was either the worst thing that ever happened to him or the very best - he’s not sure which.

“D’you have a home?” he asks, because it’s the middle of the night and it’d be safer to be anywhere but here. He doesn’t really care about seeing where Liam lives, but Liam is here so he might as well ask.

And if he turns into a mouse so Liam can carry him back to his home in his breast pocket, spending the trip all warm from Liam’s body heat and lulled to sleep by the happy thrumming of Liam’s heart, well, it’s just because it’s always better to stay discreet.

Fairies are practical that way.

[mildlymaddy]

@ticklefightharry tagged me to post the first sentence of my fics, so here we go!

I have a shit-ton of fics so I’ll keep it to a sample of AO3 fics and WIPs. Tagging... whoever wants to do it, because I love this but have already forgotten who’s already been tagged!

 It costs a lot of money to look this cheap (lilo)

Liam you can’t go on like this.

Gif 3 : Brits Awards (lilo)

Taking Liam back to his place after the Brits feels like the obvious move, to be honest.

Gif 2 : Tutu (lilo)

Louis knows he was right to nick the tutu from the stage flotsam the second Liam reaches out to take it from his hands, eyes wide and cheeks pinkening.

Gif 1 : Water Fight (lilo)

The firm weight pressing against his hip when Liam hugs him, drenched and breathless with laughter, is unmistakable.

Take These Chances (lilo)

“Well, I guess that's it.”

Only One (lilo)

Payno you awake?

The target that I’m aiming at (lilo)

“So I hear some big shot pop band cancelled their gig at the last minute because one of their members got explosive diarrhea, can you believe it?” Louis teased as he let himself fall face down on Liam's bed.

WIP, Nouis summer heat 

The heat is oppressive, weighing his body down like hot water, getting into his lungs with each breath.

WIP, Louelle post break-up fic in Danielle’s pov (that I’ll probably never finish)

When she sees them there is a half-second where she seriously considers turning on her heels and hiding behind a tent, something she hasn’t done since she was a teenager trying to avoid the boy she’d been rejected by in second period.

WIP, Lourry Another Man part 3

Three weeks pass before Louis finds himself standing in front of Harry’s door again.

WIP, Lilo New Year’s kidfic (that I’d completely forgotten about omg I suck)

“I was starting to think you weren't gonna come,” Louis says when he opens the door, hoping the tilt of his lips looks like a smirk and not like the giddy relief that bubbled up inside of him when he saw Liam’s face on the screen of the intercom.

WIP, Lirry fake boyfriends

“Whatever he's saying, he's lying!” Liam rushes out, slinging an arm around Harry’s shoulders in what he hopes is a comfortable couply way.

WIP, Lilo genderswitch (Louis wakes up in a slightly different body. Liam helps him get acquainted with it)

Liam gets woken up at 3 in the morning by frantic pounding on his hotel door. 

[mildlymaddy]

For @saysthemagpie, who eons ago asked me for E12 : kinky - begging and C6 : goofy - fumbling, tickly, giggly sex, with any pairing (so I picked Lilo, because I’m me). I combined the two prompts, I hope it’s okay.

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“Shh,” Louis whispers, pressing two fingers to Liam’s mouth, but he's giggling just as much as Liam is, muffling the noise against Liam’s shoulder. “Payno,” he says between two chuckles, “if you don't pipe down... they'll hear us!”

Liam doesn't dignify such an unfair accusation with a reply and instead slides his fingers under Louis’s sweat-soaked tank top, fingertips brushing featherlight against Louis’s sides and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Louis shrieks, body twisting to get away from Liam’s attack, but it's not like Louis can go anywhere, not with the both of them squeezed into Liam’s bunk, Louis half kneeling over him, legs wedged between Liam’s own legs and the bunk frame.

“Stop! Stop…” Louis gasps, weakly trying to push Liam’s arms down, his lips wet against Liam’s neck.

Liam moves his fingers up to Louis's armpits instead and Louis whimpers, twitching above him. He slumps down on top of Liam’s chest, legs stretching out behind him, and there's no mistaking the hard weight pressing down against Liam’s stomach through Louis’s tight jeans. It makes Liam’s blood go hot, makes his fingers move back down to Louis’s hips, his touch rewarded with another giggling whimper, Louis rutting down again him.

“Liam… cut it… off…” Louis whispers, shaking with suppressed laughter. He slips his hand through the sleeve of Liam’s t-shirt, burying his fingers into Liam’s armpit, but he lacks conviction and it feels more like he's playing with Liam’s armpit hair than tickling him.

“Say please,” Liam whispers back, and that only gets him a vicious bite to the neck, right where it meets his shoulder. “Hey!”

“Stop it,” Louis says again, a bit louder this time. He sits up, or at least tries to, banging his head against the top of the bunk with enough force to alert everyone to their shenanigans.

Liam bursts into laughter, both because of how petulant Louis looks, rubbing the back of his head with murder in his eyes, and because he’s still high from the show. He's not quite sure how they ended up here, exactly, with Louis lying half hard on top of him and the taste of Louis’s lips still fresh on Liam’s tongue from when Louis pressed him against the door to the bunk room and kissed him senseless.

The snogging wasn't exactly unexpected, not with the way Louis’s been wrapping himself all over Liam every time they sit next to each other, fingers poking and prodding under Liam’s shirt, stroking his nipples instead of the usual twists, Louis’s breath hot against Liam’s ear as he teasingly asks him if it's getting him hard.

The snogging wasn't unexpected, but the timing still took Liam by surprise, shocking him enough that he didn’t even argue when Louis pushed him into his bunk, crawling in after him and shutting the curtains a split second before Niall entered the room, mumbling a “good night” to no one in particular before crawling into his own bed, right atop Liam’s.

Liam’s brought back to the present when Louis pinches his waist, clearly put out at being ignored. “You lapsed out,” he accuses, twisting Liam’s flesh again, hard. Liam winces, but he can't deny that the pain feels weirdly… good, maybe because Louis’s biting on his lip as he does it and it makes Liam want to kiss him again.

Instead he shifts his leg so he can stroke the sole of Louis’s foot with his big toe, making Louis jerk back and hit his head again. His feet have always been his weakest point, Liam recalls with a grin as he does it a second time, liking the way Louis desperately tries to shuffle out of his grasp, in vain.

“Don’t,” Louis warns, but it falls flat with how the word barely makes it out of his mouth, his breath cut short with either fear or desire, it’s hard to tell. Liam keeps on tickling Louis’s foot with his toe, brushing his fingertips up and down Louis’s ribs, stroking his knuckles against Louis’s quivering stomach, gently blowing air against Louis’s neck, and it’s not long until Louis’s a mess, his back pushed against the side of the bunk as he tries to curl up on his side, his eyes filled with tears, hiccuping with laughter. Liam turns on his side too, wedges a leg between Louis’s, fingers skittering along the waistband of Louis’s jeans, making Louis squeal. Louis pushes at Liam’s chest, forehead pressed against Liam’s shoulder, but Liam doesn’t relent, and when Louis chokes out “Payno, stop!” Liam only answers, “Say please.”

Louis freezes for a split second, then bends his knee, hitting Liam square in the nads. It’s not like it hurts much, Louis having no room for any kind of momentum, but the message is clear.

“Say please,” Liam says again, digging his fingers into the hollow of Louis’s hipbones. He doesn’t flinch when Louis’s fingernails rake down his side, hard enough to scrape skin, and instead reaches down to tug on the button of Louis’s jeans until it pops free. “Say please,” he says, sliding Louis’s zipper down.

Louis gasps against Liam’s shoulder, then bites him, slow and almost gentle, teeth digging into his skin.

“Say please,” Liam whispers, slipping two fingers through the open fly of Louis’s jeans, barely brushing them against the damp cotton of Louis’s pants.

“Fuck, please,” Louis says at last, the words sounding like they’ve been wrenched from his throat. “Please,” he says again, pressing a kiss to Liam’s jaw. “Please,” he gasps against Liam’s mouth, jerking forward when Liam cups him with his entire palm, feeling the heat and the weight of him.

Liam didn’t plan on wanking Louis off tonight, but now that they’re here, Louis shaking against him, his pants wet where his dick is leaking precome, Liam can’t think of anything else he’d rather do. Slipping his hand into Louis’s pants is the easiest thing in the world, and while holding someone else’s dick is weird, the sensations are familiar enough for Liam’s hand to know exactly what to do, wanking Louis with slow, dragged out pulls, until Louis is muttering against his cheek, a string of “please” and “don’t stop” and variations on Liam’s name, Louis’s hand fisted around Liam’s t-shirt, his other arm curled above Louis’s head, knuckles pressed against the top of the bunk, fist punching the ceiling with every stroke of Liam’s hand.

It’s hot, wanking Louis off, and it’s even hotter how little time it takes for Louis to shiver all over, body going taut from head to toe as he comes in wet hot spurts all over Liam’s forearm and wrist and fingers, his hand shooting up to grab at Liam’s hair, wrenching Liam’s head back so Louis can kiss him, hot and wet and desperate.

Louis goes all pliant afterwards, slumped down against Liam, his eyes half-lidded. He’s loose- limbed as Liam shuffles them around, lying on his back and letting Louis drape himself over him, tangling their legs together.

“Need to get you off,” Louis grumbles, his cheek pressed against Liam’s chest, fingers weakly playing with the sweaty curls of hair stuck to Liam’s cheeks. The bunk is sweltering and the smell of sex is overwhelming, but Liam wouldn’t open the curtains if someone paid him.

“I’m fine,” Liam says, because he is. He’s hard, but it’s nothing that he feels the need to take care of, more of a curled-up ball of warmth in his belly than a red hot current of lust spreading through his blood.

“You’re not fine,” Louis argues, but he sounds half-asleep already, arm flopping down, fingers curled against Liam’s neck. “Need to… come…”

“Need to sleep,” Liam says, tugging a corner of his bedsheets free to rub at his hand and forearm, before slipping a hand through Louis’s hair, gently massaging his head until Louis’s practically purring, or maybe that’s snores.

Liam’s phone pings, screen lighting up in the darkness of the bunk, and Louis grumbles something unintelligible, definitely on his way to sleep. Liam gropes above his head until his fingers find the smooth surface of his phone and close around it, bringing it down to his face.

There’s three texts, all sent in a matter of seconds. One from Niall (Next time fukcing WARN A PAL befre u fuckers decide to shag!!! >.< ), one from Zayn (Nicely done leyuum ;) ), and one from Harry (Why do I always miss all the fun? :((( )

Liam clicks his phone shut and wraps his arms around Louis’s back, trying to ignore the burning in his cheeks.