Sidelines

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"Anyone else?" Zayn asks, shaking the bottle around with a raised eyebrow. Louis shakes his head, already warm and lethargic from the alcohol.

"Yah, are we just going straight from the bottle now?" Harry asks, holding his hand out.

"Whatever you want, man. I'm sure Lou's fine with more body shots," Zayn answers, so obviously smug that Louis pinches him again.

"Cool." Harry replies lamely, shuffling closer to Louis like he's not certain if he should. It's probably a bad idea because Louis' definitely going to pop a boner if Harry does it again; he's halfway there already, but he finds himself nodding anyway.

Harry tips the bottle slowly, letting the liquid pool into Louis' belly button, licking his lips as he catches Louis' eye. Louis raises his eyebrows impatiently, and the air is so charged with sexual tension he almost forgets there are two other people in the room.

Oh, well. Wouldn't be the first time.

Harry bends down till his hair is falling over Louis' exposed skin, making the boy giggle gently. That comes with the side effect of some of the liquid dripping down his sides, but Harry's quick to get to it. He drags his tongue over Louis' skin, licking up the spilled liquor quickly before it can fall onto the bed.

Louis finds himself holding his breath, purely for the reason that if he were to exhale it'd come out shaky without a doubt. Harry is slowly sucking the alcohol off of Louis' body, his lips shining red and his hair falling everywhere. Louis wishes he would put his head lower, feeling dizzy and hot and so heavily aroused he might have stopped breathing altogether. He vaguely hears Niall and Zayn saying something about rolling another joint as they sit in front of the tv, but everything is mostly just white noise.

The thing is, Harry doesn't stop once he's licked Louis dry of any remaining liquor. He keeps licking, sucking, biting on the lower part of Louis' belly, which normally would do next to nothing for him, but now, it makes him dizzy with want. His hand somehow makes its way into Harry's hair, his fingers curling tightly around the soft curls.

Harry's got to be laying down some marks, both in the way he's gripping Louis' hips tightly and working his mouth on his skin so insistently. Louis can't help the small whimper that leaves his lips, the sound only seeming to fuel Harry. He's not even trying to be subtle when his hand comes up to grip Louis through his joggers, mouth never leaving his skin. Louis gasps loudly, his hips bucking up into Harry's hand.

"Think we ought to go find some snacks, eh Niall?" Louis hears Zayn saying distantly.

"Don't fuck in my bed!" Niall calls out to them as Zayn and him head out of the room. And then Louis' alone, with Harry on top of him, for the second time in a week.

"Fuck," Louis breathes out, his eyes fluttering shut as Harry sucks a mark into his hip, palming him through his pants. It's like, Louis can feel everything, hypersensitized from the weed. He starts to tug on Harry's curls, his lips parted as he lets out little jagged breaths.

"Blow me?" Louis tries, attempting to sound like he's at least somewhat in control of his mind and body, even though the breathlessness in his voice sort of counteracts that.

"Maybe." Harry shrugs, detaching his mouth from Louis' skin.

"Fuck kind of answer is that?" Louis huffs out impatiently.

"The kind where I'm not sure I want to put your small cock in my mouth." Harry scoffs, pinching Louis' thigh.

"Let me help you with that: you do," Louis snips, deciding to ignore the jab because that's not going to get his dick sucked, is it. Harry rolls his eyes, ducking his head back down to bite Louis' hip harshly. Louis' a little tired of feeling helpless, but his bones are too heavy to move so he has no choice but to take whatever Harry gives him. Louis whines as Harry nuzzles his face just above the line of Louis' joggers. Harry's so close, hot breath soaking through the fabric.