Sidelines

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"Drink from me," Louis giggles, stretching out as Zayn kneels next to him. He's expecting the cold drip of liquid but not exactly prepared for it, giggling and squirming at the feeling.

"Stay still." Zayn mutters, holding Louis' hips in place. He finishes pouring and absentmindedly passes off the bottle to Harry, who's watching way too intently.

"Hurry up, I wanna drink." Niall whines, pushing Harry towards the bed. Zayn ducks down then and licks the alcohol from Louis' belly. He's pretty business-like about it, as Zayn tends to be, not letting his tongue linger or anything like that. Louis squirms under Zayn's hands, whining when Zayn presses down harder.

"Woah, Zayn, had no idea you felt that way about me," Louis giggles breathlessly, too high to be embarrassed.

"Shut up Lou," Zayn snorts with an eye roll.

"Oh, bugger off. Anyone else want a turn?" Louis asks, eyes slited as he looks around. Harry is still looking at him with dark, hooded eyes, the bottle held loosely between three fingers. It's the same look he had given Louis when he was on top of him those few nights ago, and Jesus, it makes Louis' skin hot.

"Are you gonna do the shot or not H?" Niall asks, getting impatient.

"Yeah. You gonna?" Louis parrots, stretching his body out invitingly. He's probably a little too confident, even for being stoned.

"Jesus, I will, calm down." Harry responds, pouring a little too much of the liquid into Louis' belly button. The access dripping down Louis' flushed skin.

"Hey, I am calm. Calm as a...as a...oh," Louis loses his train of thought when Harry's tongue meets his skin, skin flushing hotly all the way down to his chest.

Harry takes his time lapping up the liquor, Louis doing his best not to start popping a boner as Harry nips at the skin on his stomach. It feels like whole minutes go by before Harry finally sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and somehow that's hot. Louis doesn't notice how fast his chest is rising and falling until Niall is yelling at him to stop breathing because he doesn't want to waste any of the alcohol.

"Fuck off, Horan, not my fault you can't keep steady while you pour," Louis murmurs. He feels so hot, especially with Harry still watching him. Niall is quick about taking his turn, not lingering like Harry had. Louis doesn't pay much attention to him, too busy trying to forget Harry's tongue, how sharp and insistent and practiced each lap was.

"How am I gonna take a shot?" Louis asks, turning his head to the side to look at the three boys.

"Well, if anyone's willing to volunteer their belly button," Niall shrugs.

"Harry will do it." Zayn volunteers for the boy. Louis would glare at him if he could actually function properly. He can't, though, so he settles for reaching out to blindly pinch Zayn's leg.

"Bugger up Lou," Niall laughs as he tries to get Louis up so Harry can lay down.

"Can't move. Stuck." Louis states, not knowing if he can even get up.

"C'mon, Lou, we barely smoked anything, get up," Zayn urges, making Louis grumble. Easy for him to say, Louis' pretty sure Zayn spends most of his life stoned.

"I'm broken, can't." Louis pouts, trying to sit up and failing.

"Maybe you don't need a shot, then," Zayn reasons.

"Just pour it in my mouth," Louis shrugs, opening his mouth as wide as he can.

"You're a riot," Zayn chuckles, carefully tipping the bottle into Louis' open mouth. Zayn gives him way more than one shot worth but Louis doesn't complain, swallowing it all and only letting a little run down the side of his cheeks. He smacks his lips when he's done, beaming and not bothering to wipe up his sticky cheeks.