Larry fics

You're In Your Skinny Jeans

Summary:

His fingers slowly inched their way up over Harry's leg, playing with the seam of his trousers as he went, fingertips drawing unimportant patterns over the rough denim of his black skinny jeans. Louis was still concentrated on the streets, even though all he wanted to do was look over at the young man, wanted to put an expression to the sounds he let out, the harsh, still somehow controlled panting... Louis wanted to know if Harry's lips were swollen already, if they were a deep shade of cherry-red by now... Was he blushing? Were his eyes a little glassy already? Louis loved it when the guys he picked out were responsive in bed and a bit sensitive.... 

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Harry Styles was just on the right side of tipsy when he entered the club with his mate Niall. And alright – Most likely it wasn't the best idea to go and get spectacularly drunk the night before his first day at work, but Niall had insisted that they had to celebrate (again) that Harry got the job.

It wasn't even a proper occupation, to be honest, he was just interning at this big pharmacy concern that specialised in natural medicine.

No – Harry wouldn't actually be working in the laboratory, he had always disdained chemistry and biology in school, but he had studied business administration and personnel management and since he thought that it was important to develop alternative medicine, he thought he might as well look into what he had to expect in the future in a company like this.

However, right now, everything Harry could think of was the pounding bass and the shots Niall carried towards him, urging him on to drink two of them before he dragged him off to the dance floor. Harry could feel the alcohol buzzing pleasantly beneath his skin, making him feel warm and content, the edges of his vision the slightest bit blurry already.

He was flushed, because tequila always got him so hot, but he didn't mind. With all of those dancing bodies around himself, it wasn't like he would have been able to keep cool, either way.

For a while, Harry and Niall just had a bit fun, dancing and making complete idiots of themselves, shouting over the loud music every now and again when they had something they absolutely had to tell each other – Just like right now, Niall leaning into Harry so the curly haired lad would be able to understand him.

“Hot chick right behind you, Hazza, she's been eyeing me for ages – You good if I leave you alone for a bit?” And really, Harry should've known that Niall only wanted to go out so he could pull, but he didn't really mind, nodding at the blonde-haired, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

Whilst Niall turned around to go after the girl, Harry made his way back to the bar, ordering himself a Strawberry-Daiquiri, because yes , Harry was that kind of gay. He climbed onto one of the barstools as he waited for his cocktail to be ready, smiling a bit at the lady bartender as he accepted it, immediately taking a small sip. His eyes fluttered shut at the sweet taste, relishing in the slight burn that started in his throat not a second later.

This was why he loved Strawberry-Daiquiris so much. They were sweet at first, but biting, somewhat insistent nonetheless, and if that was how he liked men as well, then... Well, fuck it, it was no ones business.

When Harry had emptied his glass, he actually planned to just sit there for a bit longer, maybe sober up a bit already before he would leave and go home – because he knew Niall, and was well aware of the fact that the Irish lad most likely was gone with the girl from earlier already.

And since he really had work to do the next day, Harry hadn't planned to stay for very long at all.

His plans were thwarted, though, by a man who stepped up next to him. “He'll have the same again,” the stranger said, his voice silky soft, his tongue wrapped itself nicely around the syllables, and yet it was edgy, rough, somehow, sounding... Yeah, sounding authoritative, so Harry just nodded a bit when the bartender shot him a look.