HARRY
Our night starts out harmless enough as we progressively get tipsy on whatever alcohol Niall brought. He's currently clinging to Liam as Zayn pouts despite knowing he has Liam—he only has to ask in case he's craving his attention. Louis is sprawled out on our table, singing quietly as I watch him. I suppose I've always been attracted to him, but it always intensifies when I've been drinking—not that I've ever acted on it, because I'm not sure it's mutual.
"You're watching me again."
"I know."
He grins as he moves away to drop down next to me instead. He puts his hand on my neck to turn my head towards him, looking as though he's up to something mischievous. He leans in to brush our lips together, then chuckles when he pulls away and makes me chase his lips. He raises an eyebrow when I pout, though I'm not sure what I had expected.
"I'm only messing around, H."
"I know."
"But... you want to?"
"It's the alcohol."
He looks away and drinks some more beer. "Right."
"Louis," Niall says, "I dare you to do a body tequila on Harry."
Louis snorts. "Do you think we're playing a game or something?"
"No, why?"
"You can't just randomly dare me to do shit."
"Does that mean you're saying no?"
Louis scrunches up his nose in disapproval. "No."
"That's what I thought."
He heads into our kitchen as Louis looks at me, smirking when my cheeks turn red. I'm not normally bothered by games, but this is Louis.
"Harry, you can say no."
"I'm good."
Niall comes back in with everything we need as Louis grins. "Everyone should pick a body part."
"Five parts," Louis concludes. "Harry should start, considering his nerves."
I roll my eyes but choose my stomach, starting out easy because that's what I need. I'm worried about the outcome when the game inevitably becomes less innocent once the others are allowed to choose body parts—an erection is certainly a possibility when Louis is about to lick at my skin, so starting with my stomach might postpone my upcoming arousal.
I'm already in my boxers only, so Zayn puts a pillow under my head when I get on the floor. Liam pours tequila into a shot glass as Louis puts salt on my stomach and places the lime between my teeth. I shiver as soon as he leans down to lick the salt away, then watch him drink the tequila and lean back down to steal the lime with his lips brushing mine.
Niall is playing nice by choosing my neck, so Louis turns my head and licks at my neck so the salt sticks to my skin when he puts it on. He lets the boys sort out the rest, then licks away the salt and lets his lips and tongue linger longer than he needs to. He then quickly downs the shot and bites into the lime, grimacing but snorting when Zayn chooses my ass cheek.
"Turn over, baby."
I try not to shiver at the name, then roll onto my stomach and close my eyes when he tugs my boxers down so they're under my ass instead. I look over my shoulder to see him smirk as he sorts out the salt, wondering why he's keeping his other hand on my other ass cheek.
He drags his tongue over my skin teasingly slow when he leans down, then bites down hard enough to make me whine. He chuckles and takes the shot, then bites into the lime that he has been holding in his hand this time.
