Sidelines

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"Can I fuck you?" Harry asks. Louis narrows his eyes and cants his hips up to press his cock against Harry's thigh.

"No," Louis answers, fingers curling around the collar of Harry's shirt, which reminds him that the fabric is way too fucking hot against his skin.

"Tosser," Harry grumbles, his mouth on Louis' neck, sucking on the skin absentmindedly.

"Not as easy as you think, huh, Styles?" He taunts, planting a hand on the back of Harry's neck to keep him where he is while he nips roughly at the shell of his ear.

"You're still a slag," Harry states, his hips grinding against Louis.

"Then you're," Louis grunts, raking his blunt nails down the back of Harry's shirt, "taking advantage."

"You aren't complaining," Harry fights back, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweet friction. Louis hums and foregoes a retort for once, thumbs catching on the hem of Harry's shirt.

"Why are you wearing so many clothes?" Louis grumbles, his eyes on Harry's chest.

"Dunno," Harry responds simply, letting Louis hike his shirt up to his chest as he latches his mouth to his collarbone. Louis inhales sharply as he pulls the shirt up more, trying to get it off the boy without him stopping.

Harry ducks to help him out, only lifting off for the second that it takes to get the collar over his hair before resuming the work in progress blooming angrily on Louis' chest. He's not in the proper state of mind to be shocked that this is happening, that Louis fucking Tomlinson is hard underneath him with two sets of fingernails pressed into his shoulderblades.

"Trousers," Louis gasps after Harry bites down on his nipple, a moan following it. Harry ignores him, or maybe the words don't register right away, but either way he works his tongue and teeth over Louis' nipple until it's red and puffy.

"Harry," Louis groans, his hand moving up to tug on Harry hair and, okay, fuck. He's done riling Louis up. It's a bit redundant because all Louis does is rile him up in return. He bites his lip and ruts down hard, watching Louis' features scrunch together underneath him. Louis bucks his hips off the mattress, making Harry groan and push back in reply.

"Fuck, I-" Harry starts, cutting himself off and rolling the band of his sweats down his thighs. He's still not wearing pants.

"Shit,"Louis breaths, taking in the sight of Harry's flushed cock. Harry grins and hooks his thumbs on Louis' briefs, yanking them down his thick legs unceremoniously.

When he gets them down past his knees he leans back down to start another love bite on Louis' shoulder, panting as their cocks rub against each other. It's just subtle friction, a bit too dry, a bit too unintentional to feel like anything, but Harry still moans around the patch of skin he's attached his lips to. Louis is tugging on his hair more, not at all gently but Harry really isn't complaining.

"Have you-lube," Harry gasps as one of Louis' hands drops to his waist and pulls him down to drive their hips together, hard.

"Under the bed," Louis mutters, his eyes hooded.

"Fucking stupid place," Harry grumbles as he heaves himself up onto his forearms and ducks his upper body off the side of the bed.

"Fuck off," Louis snorts, a small hand reaching down to grasp Harry's cock just to see him gasp and shudder at the touch. He fumbles for the bottle lying amongst a pile of garbage and a lovely mix of sports and porn magazines. It's almost empty, Harry notes with a halfhearted snort, but there's enough to get the both of them wet.

He knocks Louis' hand out of the way to grab both of them in one hand, moving the lube over their cocks. It's almost kind of endearing the way Louis' body immediately curls into his, his head tipped back and blooming marks exposed on his neck and chest. Harry forgets momentarily that Louis and him don't get along and haven't for three whole years as he jerks them off together. None of that matters, not really, they're both high and drunk and horny. Under these circumstances, any cock would feel right in his hand. Harry jerks them off fast, a wet, dirty sound filling the air along with Louis' breathy pants and Harry's groans of pleasure.