a/n
booty school dropout
no graduation day for you
this has been my short but effective rendition of the musical grease
i'm not telling ashlyn that i'm writing this it's gonna be a surprise and i'll send it to her and she'll cry so shhhh
also we've written a lot of larry lately bc im just into it you feel
but yay for uni au's
so suck it up and read more larry
-ashtyn loves you
ASHTYN WROTE THIS AS LARRY BUT I CHANGED THE NAMES TO RICKIAN BECAUSE WE HAD A REQUEST BUT IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ RICKIAN THEN SCROLL DOWN TO THE PICTURE OF THE BUNNY AND THERE'S LARRY
Some Days I Sit and Wonder [Rickian-AU]~
[RICKIAN VERSION]
"Kian, that tickles," Ricky giggled, twisting away from his boyfriend who was planting soft, feathery kisses on his neck and jaw.
"Mhm, does it?" Kian continued to mouth at the smaller boy's jawline.
"I have work to do," he said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips to satisfy his needs, then returned to writing his Music Theory essay.
The two boys were in Ricky's dorm room, his bed to be exact, doing their homework. Ricky had a lot to do this particular day, and he needed to finish it. He was a busy person.
"Yeah, but you can cuddle with me for a while, right? Take a little break," the dark haired boy wrapped his long arms around his boyfriend's small middle.
"I have practice tonight, baby, I can't waste my time,"
Kian nodded and placed a kiss on the back of Ricky's neck and continued his work.
Ricky played on their uni's football team, and he was actually quite good. Probably one of the best players on the team. He had gotten many scholarships from other schools, but had his heart set on playing football and attending a school for the arts. He either wanted to play professionally or be a music/drama teacher.
But for now, he was going to be a player on a college team.
Kian loved going to Ricky's games to be a little cheerleader. The refs always let him go down to the sidelines and yell and cheer for his boyfriend. He also loved how he looked after the games. Sweaty, out of breath, and hair tousled from the wind and all the running.
Maybe because it looked a lot like his after-sex-status, but who cares what Kian's thinking about.
The boys sat cross legged on Ricky's bed, facing each other, writing papers, and listening to The Cab. Kian noticed that Ricky looked stressed out and frustrated, but who wouldn't when you have to write a four page essay on the treble clef.
"You alright, baby?" Kian asked, handing him a chocolate covered blueberry.
Ricky popped it in his mouth and sighed, "Yeah. Just tired."
"I can help you with your paper, love," he offered sweetly. He moved so he could sit next to Ricky, and put the older boy's laptop on his knees. Ricky laid his head in Kian's lap and closed his eyes when he felt his boyfriend's fingers run through his hair. "Don't fall asleep on me," he teased.
"Mhm, I won't," he murmured. "But you don't have to write my paper. We should just cuddle instead."
So Kian moved their computers and their papers and snuggled under the covers, holding Ricky close to his chest. He thought about teasing him for turning down his cuddle offer earlier then bringing it back up, but his boyfriend was too tired for that.
"Baby, I love you," Kian mumbled, kissing the chestnut haired boy's forehead.
Their cuddle session didn't last long- only about ten minutes, until Ricky's roommate, Connor, came in to grab his football stuff. He was on the team with Ricky, and they usually went to practice together.
"Hey Kiam," Connor greeted, putting shorts and an old uniform shirt in a duffel along with his cleats. "C'mon Rick, we've got practice! Big game tomorrow,"
Ricky groaned, rolling closer to Kian, if that was even possible. "I can't go, Connor. I'm dead. Tell Coach I'm dead."
"Up and at 'em, Sunshine," Connor kicked the side of the bed, calling his best friend the nickname he had given him ages ago due to his more than not cloudy moods.
Kian sat up, stretching his arms and yawning. "Go to practice, Love. I'll see you later."
Ricky ended up throwing his gear into a duffel and heading to practice with Connor, and Kian ended up finishing Ricky's paper for him so he wouldn't have to when he got back.
**
Ricky and Kian had study dates like this often. Kian would go to Ricky's dorm room, eat whatever healthy thing the athlete had in his room that day, work on assignments, and maybe make out a little.
They'd always be interrupted by Connor coming in to take Ricky from Kian and drag him to practice. Ricky hated practice. His coach wasn't necessarily the nicest, but he was a good coach. Ricky just didn't like conditioning. He was always tired and sore, but Kian liked that. It just gave him another reason to spoil the older boy, and make his sore limbs feel better with kisses and massages.
But all of Ricky's practices paid off. His games were fantastic. He was always nervous before the beginning of a match, but Kian was always there to calm him down.
"You're gonna do awesome, Baby," the dark haired boy promised from the outside of the fence, hanging on to the chain links.
"I'm so nervous," Ricky mumbled from the inside of the fence, curling his fingers around Kian's.
"You always do great. Just remember that you're the best player on the team, and this is going to be easy for you. You beat these same guys last year 3-0. This'll be a fun game for you. And don't forget your arse looks great in your shorts," Kian winked.
"Alright, thanks babe," Ricky grinned. He stood on his tippy toes and kissed Kian through the holes in the chain link fence. "Cheer me on, alright?"
The younger boy kissed him one last time, "Just like I always do."
Ricky left to go to warm ups and Kian went into the stadium to watch his boyfriend practice. He was so good at the game. His shots always made it into the goal. When he played as goalie, he blocked the ball every single time.
Kian couldn't keep his eyes off of Ricky.
Once the game started, he performed the best he ever had. He almost felt bad for the other team since Ricky was dominating them so bad.
The match finished with a score of 4-1. The dark haired boy couldn't be more proud.
"Good job!" he shouted, catching his soaked boyfriend in his arms and lifting him off the ground. "You did so good, love," he kissed his cheek and ran his long fingers through his sweaty, tousled hair.
Maybe it was because they were pissed that they lost, or they were a bunch of homophobic douche bags, but a few of the players from the other team walked by, snickering and muttering the words "faggot" and "gay boy".
Ricky's head snapped up and scowled at them. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
"I just called you a faggot, is there something wrong?" one of them asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Get out of here," he growled.
"Sure thing, twinkle toes, I'll be sure to frolic off your homosexual field,"
"You just got your ass kicked by someone who likes it up the ass. So get your head out of yours and off my field," Ricky snapped.
Needless to say, the other team was gone in seconds. Ricky was upset, though, because he loved his boyfriend, and even though his teammates accepted him, he sometimes forgot that not everyone else did.
"Baby, don't," Kian said, wrapping his long arms around Ricky's middle. "Don't let them get in your head. They're assholes, and you're perfect."
"I'm just tired, and I have a sore back," the older boy said softly.
"I can do something about that," the brown eyed boy kissed his neck and took him back to Ricky's dorm.
Ricky laid on his stomach on his bed, and Kian straddled his back. He began to massage Ricky's arms and shoulders, pressing kisses to the back of his neck.
"Feels good, Ki," he murmured in his pillow.
Kian continued kissing his boyfriend's back and running his hands all over his sore muscles. As he pressed his thumbs in the dimples of Ricky's back, he moaned out loud.
"K-Kian, do that again, that felt good," Ricky gasped.
The younger boy worked his magic hands all over his back, pressing and pushing and massaging. Ricky turned over on his back, exposing his hard on.
"You know what I think would help you?" Kian murmured, nibbling at the shorter lad's ear. "A nice, hot, shower, where we can take care of a few more things."
"There'll be p-people in the showers," Rocky gasped as Kian gently ground his hips against his.
"It's late. People are at parties or sleeping, we'll be the only ones in there."
So they spent the next twenty minutes in the bathrooms, Kian cleaning the sweat(and other things) off Ricky.
"Maybe you should start coming to my practices, and we'll have to clean up after that too," Ricky said with a twinkle in his eye, kissing Kian's lips.
"I just might,"
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[LARRY VERSION]
"Harry, that tickles," Louis giggled, twisting away from his boyfriend who was planting soft, feathery kisses on his neck and jaw.
"Mhm, does it?" Harry continued to mouth and the smaller boy's jawline.
"I have work to do," he said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips to satisfy his needs, then returned to writing his Music Theory essay.
The two boys were in Louis' dorm room, his bed to be exact, doing their homework. Louis had a lot to do this particular day, and he needed to finish it. He was a busy person.
"Yeah, but you can cuddle with me for a while, right? Take a little break," the curly haired boy wrapped his long arms around his boyfriend's small middle.
"I have practice tonight, baby, I can't waste my time,"
Harry nodded and placed a kiss on the back of Louis' neck and continued his work.
Louis played on their uni's football team, and he was actually quite good. Probably one of the best players on the team. He had gotten many scholarships from other schools, but had his heart set on playing football and attending a school for the arts. He either wanted to play professionally or be a music/drama teacher.
But for now, he was going to be a player on a college team.
Harry loved going to Louis' games to be a little cheerleader. The refs always let him go down to the sidelines and yell and cheer for his boyfriend. He also loved how he looked after the games. Sweaty, out of breath, and hair tousled from the wind and all the running.
Maybe because it looked a lot like his after-sex-status, but who cares what Harry's thinking about.
The boys sat cross legged on Louis' bed, facing each other, writing papers, and listening to The Cab. Harry noticed that Louis looked stressed out and frustrated, but who wouldn't when you have to write a four page essay on the treble clef.
"You alright, baby?" Harry asked, handing him a chocolate covered blueberry.
Louis popped it in his mouth and sighed, "Yeah. Just tired."
"I can help you with your paper, love," he offered sweetly. He moved so he could sit next to Louis, and put the older boy's laptop on his knees. Louis laid his head in Harry's lap and closed his eyes when he felt his boyfriend's fingers run through his hair. "Don't fall asleep on me," he teased.
"Mhm, I won't," he murmured. "But you don't have to write my paper. We should just cuddle instead."
So Harry moved their computers and their papers and snuggled under the covers, holding Louis close to his chest. He thought about teasing him for turning down his cuddle offer earlier then bringing it back up, but his boyfriend was too tired for that.
"Baby, I love you," Harry mumbled, kissing the chestnut haired boy's forehead.
Their cuddle session didn't last long- only about ten minutes, until Louis' roommate, Liam, came in to grab his football stuff. He was on the team with Louis, and they usually went to practice together.
"Hey Harry," Liam greeted, putting shorts and an old uniform shirt in a duffel along with his cleats. "C'mon Lou, we've got practice! Big game tomorrow,"
Louis groaned, rolling closer to Harry, if that was even possible. "I can't go, Liam. I'm dead. Tell coach I'm dead."
"Up and at 'em, sunshine," Liam kicked the side of the bed, calling his best friend the nickname he had given him ages ago due to his more than not cloudy moods.
Harry sat up, stretching his arms and yawning. "Go to practice, love. I'll see you later."
Louis ended up throwing his gear into a duffel and heading to practice with Liam, and Harry ended up finishing Louis' paper for him so he wouldn't have to when he got back.
**
Louis and Harry had study dates like this often. Harry would go to Louis' dorm room, eat whatever healthy thing the athlete had in his room that day, work on assignments, and maybe make out a little.
They'd always be interrupted by Liam coming in to take Louis from Harry and drag him to practice. Louis hated practice. His coach wasn't necessarily the nicest, but he was a good coach. Louis just didn't like conditioning. He was always tired and sore, but Harry liked that. It just gave him another reason to spoil the older boy, and make his sore limbs feel better with kisses and massages.
But all of Louis' practices paid off. His games were fantastic. He was always nervous before the beginning of a match, but Harry was always there to calm him down.
"You're gonna do awesome, baby," the curly haired boy promised from the outside of the fence, hanging on to the chain links.
"I'm so nervous," Louis mumbled from the inside of the fence, curling his fingers around Harry's.
"You always do great. Just remember that you're the best player on the team, and this is going to be easy for you. You beat these same guys last year 3-0. This'll be a fun game for you. And don't forget your arse looks great in your shorts," Harry winked.
"Alright, thanks babe," Louis grinned. He stood on his tippy toes and kissed Harry through the holes in the chain link fence. "Cheer me on, alright?"
The younger boy kissed him one last time, "Just like I always do."
Louis left to go to warm ups and Harry went into the stadium to watch his boyfriend practice. He was so /good/ at the game. His shots always made it into the goal. When he played as goalie, he blocked the ball every single time.
Harry couldn't keep his eyes off Louis.
Once the game started, he performed the best he ever had. He almost felt bad for the other team since Louis was dominating them so bad.
The match finished with a score of 4-1. The curly haired boy couldn't be more proud.
"Good job!" he shouted, catching his soaked boyfriend in his arms and lifting him off the ground. "You did so good, love," he kissed his cheek and ran his long fingers through his sweaty, tousled hair.
Maybe it was because they were pissed that they lost, or they were a bunch of homophobic douche bags, but a few of the players from the other team walked by, snickering and muttering the words "faggot" and "gay boy".
Louis' head snapped up and scowled at them. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
"I just called you a faggot, is there something wrong?" one of them asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Get out of here," he growled.
"Sure thing, twinkle toes, I'll be sure to frolic off your homosexual field,"
"You just got your ass kicked by someone who /likes/ it up the ass. So get your head out of yours and off my field," Louis snapped.
Needless to say, the other team was gone in seconds. Louis was upset, though, because he loved his boyfriend, and even though his teammates accepted him, he sometimes forgot that not everyone else did.
"Baby, don't," Harry said, wrapping his long arms around Louis' middle. "Don't let them get in your head. They're assholes, and you're perfect."
"I'm just tired, and I have a sore back," the older boy said softly.
"I can do something about that," the green eyed boy kissed his neck and took him back to Louis' dorm.
Louis laid on his stomach on his bed, and Harry straddled his back. He began to massage Louis' arms and shoulders, pressing kisses to the back of his neck.
"Feels good, Haz," he murmured in his pillow.
Harry continued kissing his boyfriend's back and running his hands all over his sore muscles. As he pressed his thumbs in the dimples of Louis' back, he moaned out loud.
"H-Harry, do that again, that felt good," Louis gasped.
The younger boy worked his magic hands all over his back, pressing and pushing and massaging. Louis turned over on his back, exposing his hard on.
"You know what I think would help you?" Harry murmured, nibbling at the shorter lad's ear. "A nice, hot, shower, where we can take care of a few more things."
"There'll be p-people in the showers," Louis gasped as Harry gently ground his hips against his.
"It's late. People are at parties or sleeping, we'll be the only ones in there."
So they spent the next twenty minutes in the bathrooms, Harry cleaning the sweat(and other things) off Louis.
"Maybe you should start coming to my practices, and we'll have to clean up after that too," Louis said with a twinkle in his eye, kissing Harry's lips.
"I just might,"
~*a/n*~
This was short and whatnot and idk we just kicked ass in a basketball game and I can't sleep and I love you guys so
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~Ashlyn