Pairing: Liam/Niall.
Harry/Louis.
Summary: The bandmates are all sitting around the hotel room when they decide to play a quick game of would you rather and truth or dare. It escalated to new heights quickly.
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"Hazza, would you rather... Go back to Caroline or Taylor." Niall asks.
Harry notices Louis roll his eyes. He smirks and thinks of a way to mess around with him.
"Maybe both? Can I choose both?" Harry says.
Louis groans a bit an rolls his eyes again. Everyone knows the two of them have something going on, but they aren't official.
"Whatever." Niall mutters.
Harry chuckles and then feels the impact of something on his face. A pillow is sitting in his lap and he gasps and turns to face his best mate.
"Lewis! Did you throw this at me?" Harry acts shocked.
"Why yes, Harold. I did throw that at you." Louis remarks.
"Stop flirting! Harry, it's your turn." Zayn shouts.
"Fine, fine." Harry starts. "Liam, would you rather be kicked out of the band. Or, go solo."
"Kicked out." Liam decides.
"Really?" Louis asks.
"Yup. If I wouldn't be in the band, and I knew what it was like to be in it already, I wouldn't want you guys to miss out on it." He shrugs.
"Oh. Makes sense." Zayn says.
"Zayn, would you rather love one woman who is dead, or be gay and have hundreds of boys throw themselves at you." Liam says.
"Gay. If I was gay, I probably wouldn't mind all the boys." He winks.
"Louis, would you rather have gay sex with me, Liam, Niall or Harry?" Zayn asks.
"He's obviously going to say Harry." Niall says.
"Actually, I was thinking Liam. I hear he's 10 inches." Louis winks.
"W-what?" Liam asks turning red.
"Yeah, what?" Harry says.
"You heard me." He puts his hands above his head.
"You're gonna pay." Harry says.
"Try me." Louis challenges.
"Guys. Stop, please." Zayn says. "Sorry I brought it up."
"Niall, same question goes to you." Louis says.
"I'd say the same you said." Niall winks poking Liam in the side.
"Apparently I'm pretty good at sex." Liam mutters.
"Harry. Would you rather loose your hand or foot?" Niall asks.
"Foot. Hands are used for other things." Harry winks in Louis' direction.
"Gross." Zayn mutters.
"C'mon. We're just fooling around." Harry says.
"Yeah." Louis says.
He crosses his legs, though, because he can feel the fabric getting tighter in his groin area at the thought of Harry giving him a handjob or even Harry touching himself. He closes his eyes to get a better picture of Harry naked in bed. He bites his lip to hold back a moan as he pictures himself gripping Harry's curls and pushing him closer so that Harry's nose is pressed into his stomach and his dick against the back of Harry's throat.
"Louis!" Harry yells.
"Sorry, what?" Louis asks a bit embarrassed.
"I said would you rather keep your life or trade with someone else. If the latter, who?"
"I'd trade lives with you, Harry. I've always wanted curly hair." Louis says.
He doesn't also include the fact that Harry sees himself naked everyday when he takes a shower.
"Um, I'm going to go to the toilet. Be back." Louis says when he feels his pants become even tighter.
Louis quickly stands up and leaves Liam, Niall and Zayn's hotel room. He goes to take care of his, um, problem in his and Harry's room. At the same time, the boys continue to play their game.
"Wanna switch to truth or dare? This game is getting weirder by the question." Zayn asks.
"Sure, why not." Niall says.
"Okay, Harry. Truth or date?" Zayn asks.
"Dare." He says.
"I dare you to go walk in on Louis." Zayn says.
"Okay." Harry says with a smirk.
He stands up and makes his way to their room that they are sharing and unlocks the door. He walks in and quietly goes to the bathroom. He leans up against the door, thinking that he's going to hear a slight splash from Louis pee. Instead he hears his own name and some groans. Harry's eyes widen and he continues to open the door to see what Louis is going.
When we opens it, he sees Louis sitting down on the closed toilet. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. Harry drops his mouth open when he hears Louis moan out "oh, fuck- Haz!" He makes his way to the toilet and reaches a shaky hand out to grab Louis' length.
Louis opens his eyes wide when he feels someone's warm hand against his dick. His eyes travel up the persons hand, arm, neck and then meets with big green eyes. He gasps as Harry bites his lip and moves his hands up and down.
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"What's taking them so long?" Niall asks.
"M'not sure." Zayn says.
"Truth or dare, Ni." Liam asks.
"Truth." He shrugs.
"D-do you have.... Have feelings? Feelings for me?" Liam stutters.
"Y-yeah." Niall admits.
"Do you... Have feelings for me?" Niall continues.
Liam leans in and presses his lips to Niall's in answers to his question. Their lips mold together perfectly, like they were made for each other. Niall shifts his position so he's facing Liam better and Liam puts his hands on Niall's waist. Zayn sits there, eyes widened with scare and confusion. He sighs relief when they pull back because he doesn't want to see that.
"What the fuck just happened?" Zayn asks.
"M' not sure." Liam says.
He can't seem to get the smile off of his face.
•*•*•
"Harry!" Louis says as Harry licks up and down the side of his dick.
He stretches his lips open and wraps them around Louis dick, bobbing his head back and forth-up and down. Louis grunts one more time before he spills. Harry pulls out letting the white ribbons fall on his face. He licks his lips then pulls Louis off of the toilet where he previously sat and down on to his lap on the ground. He kisses him passionately.
"I've loved you for so long." Louis says breaking away from the kiss.
"Mhm." Harry says against his lovers neck.
"Well..."
"I guess I love you, too." Harry rolls his eyes and chuckles at himself.
