Larry Stylinson Smut || Yourfoollarrie

•5• Dallas

FROM AO3
NOT MINE
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Summary:
This is my headcanon as to what really went down when Harry looked freshly defiled at the CD signing in Dallas in March 2012. It's a little bit smutty.

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Harry and Louis had been trying really hard to keep their hands off each other. They really had! Louis and Eleanor had been a public thing for some months now, so in fairness to everyone they'd been really restrained and well behaved around each other to assist with keeping up appearances. That is, until they went to Dallas. Dallas had been successful in the #Bring1DtotheUS campaign and whether it was the excitement about this flying visit to Dallas for a one-off concert, or the heat or just plain horniness, something went seriously awry and derailed their good behaviour campaign.

It all started on the flight. Somewhat lulled into a false sense of security from their recently pure track record, Harry and Louis sat together on the flight. Harry was making the most of the in-flight booze before he landed in the States and became illegal for alcohol and was a few sheets to the wind. Louis, being the supportive friend that he was, kept him company and matched him drink for drink so around 4 hours into the flight the conversation got a bit out of hand ......

"Harry?"

Harry giggled at Louis' lascivious tone. "Yeah Lou?"

"You know how sometimes you get a hard-on from being on the tour bus, when it's all rattly and vibrating and that?"

"Hahaa. A bus boner? Yeaaaah. What? Are you saying you've got a plane boner?" said Harry, with a snort.

Louis lifted the blue blanket that was covering his lap and Harry got to see for himself that Louis was somewhat erotically compromised. "Hahaha. You dirty bastard Tomlinson. I don't think a plane boner is even a thing. There's no vibration for one thing."

"Oh right. And is that your professional opinion Professor Styles?" said Louis with a smirk. "So, are you saying that you're not feeling it then? Just me with the plane boner?"

Harry removed his blanket with a smug smile. "My lap is as smooth as a baby's bum. So it's just you, you perv".

Harry's smugness was like a red rag to a bull as far as Louis was concerned and he saw it as a challenge. He knew exactly the right smouldering look to use on Harry and exactly the right things to say to push his buttons.

"So ... Mr Styłes," said Louis, his eyes locked on Harry's and leaning over so that he was only centimetres from Harry's face. He was so close that his eyelashes were practically touching Harry's cheek, "reckon you can keep that lap nice and 'bump-free' until we land in Dallas? Because I reckon I can create a party in your pants without even touching you."

Harry flashed his best lopsided grin and settled back in his seat, legs wide and arms behind his head. "Oh that sounds like fighting talk Mr Tomlinson. Bring it ON!"

Louis moved to remain just a breath away from Harry and leaned his lips towards Harry's, stopping millimetres from actually touching him and breathed out a long sigh ..... "Ok Styłes. You forget that I know you inside and out. I know what makes you tick and I know all of your kinks. I know what to do to you that makes you scream my name with tears in your eyes as you beg me to go further and faster and longer. Are you sure you want that amount of pain in a crowded plane?"

Harry gulped and felt his dick twitch. Fuck. He was screwed if Louis kept that up. He nodded, less sure of himself and felt his heart rate start to increase. Louis took that as a green light and started to blow gently in Harry's ear and let out an almost imperceptible low moan of desire. To the onlooker it would look like a fairly innocent whisper but the content was far from innocent. ..... "Fuck Harry, look at you sitting there all cocky and sure of yourself when I know that all I'd need to do right now is get on my knees and run my fingernails up the inside of your thighs to your balls and then walk my finger slowly up your zip to your button, ease it open and pull your zip down with my teeth. ......... ". Harry's breath caught in his throat and he could feel the blood start to drain towards his dick. "and then, ever so slowly, ease your jeans down just enough to allow me access to your boxers. Hmmmm. But would I free you immediately? Actually. You know what, I think I'd spend a bit of time kissing your gorgeous dick through the soft cotton of your boxers. I love the feel of your warm, hard dick through cotton Harry. I love how I can get a preview of the taste of your skin, mingled with the smell of your coconut soap and the freshly laundered cotton ....." Harry could feel his heart start to race and felt his dick thicken. Louis cast his eyes down and could see evidence of the disturbance which spurred him on. "But then, my impatience to have your gorgeous, thick dick in my mouth would get the better of me and I would just ..... oh god, just ...... take the waistband of your boxers and roll it down until I see the tip of your dick appear. Just the tip. I could give it a little lick and then blow on it to cool you down a little bit because by now I reckon you'd be starting to feel a bit hot. Am I right Harold?" Harry nodded and gulped and was aware that he was starting to get hard. He tried to think of a brick wall .... or multiplication tables .... anything to stem the flow of blood to his dick but he knew the game was over. He tried to control his breathing but it was starting to get laboured. He was now borderline crazy with lust and Louis knew it, judging by the evil look of victory in his eyes, but he wasn't stopping there. Harry's eyes ...... glassed over with lust ..... hit him right between the legs and he was after a happy ending now. For both of them.