relief next to me (by dolce_piccante on ao3)

13

Niall leaned over the bar and grabbed three pints.

"Cheers," he shouted to Bart the bartender, smiling wide. He turned away from the bar and took one step before almost bumping into Liam. "Oh, hey," Niall laughed, handing over two pints. "Here you are."

"Thanks so much," Liam said loudly, giving him an air cheers with both glasses. They started walking back to their booth, lifting their drinks up to their faces and pushing through each bundle of people. "You never told us about your date with Claire."

"Ah, well," Niall laughed and widened his eyes, "let's just say, Louis was right about mixing too much vodka and raw fish."

"Yikes!"

They made it back to their booth and found Zayn to be laughing, his phone illuminating his face.

"What's so funny?" Niall asked, sliding in after Liam.

Zayn turned his phone towards them, still laughing.

"Did you see this?"

Niall and Liam both tilted their heads to the left, squinting at the phone. Liam started to giggle, Niall's face scrunched while he reached into his pocket. He pulled his phone out and opened Harry's picture message.

"What is that on their faces?"

"Probably mint mask," Liam said, shaking his head slightly. He smiled and sent an Emoji face with hearts in its eyes. "Louis does it when he does laundry." He snorted, adding another few Emoji hearts. "And he pretended that they weren't cute together."

"So, I guess they're not actually coitus-ing," Niall said, typing his reply of, "You nasty," to Harry.

"Nah," Zayn said, shaking his head. "Lou probably booted him after the masks were done. He's not much for sleepovers."

. . .

Louis pushed Harry's open shirt off his chest, his fingernails grazing the backs of his shoulders. Their lips opened together, fitting wetly for a slow suck. He smoothed his hands up Harry's bare chest and pushed his shirt off further, Harry lifting himself just enough to shrug it off. He smiled and dropped his shirt on the floor, Louis' fingers grazing over his nipples.
"Was wondering when you'd find those," Harry said, voice raspy.

Louis smirked and thumbed two lower spots, his bright eyes sparkling up at Harry.

"I found them quite some time ago," Louis said, lifting his face to kiss his right nipple. He quickly kissed across his chest to suck on his left one, his fingers teasing the two additional raised nubs of skin. "They're hard to miss. Lovely little things they are. Just haven't had the chance to play. Never enough time."

"You could have texted, called, emailed, or sent me a letter in the post at any time saying you wanted to play with my nipples, and I'd have been at your doorstep within minutes."

Louis laughed and shifted his bum lower, Harry's hands pushing his shirt up his stomach.

"Good to know," Louis said, fabric muffling his words.

Harry smiled and kissed his lips the moment his shirt was over his face. He dropped his tee over the side of the sofa. Before Louis could lower his arms, Harry gently pinned his wrists above his head. Louis' eyes fell shut, but his brows rose, Harry's warm hands running up and down the undersides of his forearms. Harry pinned him in place again, kissing down to his jawline.

"Your poor neck is going to feel so neglected from now on," Harry said between kisses under his jaw. He sucked once on the side of his neck, Louis humming and linking his feet behind Harry's calves. "Your mouth is going to get all the attention."