Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

down and away

Written by:pixies

Summary:
university/rowing team au with minimal rowing and lots of cuddling.
(Prompt: Uni AU featuring a rowing/crew team. Harry as the stroke seat, Louis as the coxswain (smaller than the others, bossy, loud, loud and loud). Lots of staring, shirtless practices, stuff like that. :) )

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Work Text:
Louis shows up late to weight training- as usual- but gets away with it (as usual).
"Sorry, Mark," Louis says as he slips into the weight room, dropping his backpack off at the wall and tugging his sweatshirt over his head, damp from the rain. "Class ran late."
"More like you didn't wanna walk across campus in the storm that we had about twenty minutes ago," Mark replies, clapping Louis on the back. "Get in there with Ni, then."
Louis nods and slips between the various machines and weights to the corner of the room where Niall is; as the coxswains of the team, they wouldn't typically have to join in on team workouts, but their Coach has always had their entire team workout and weight train together in order for them to become closer as a team. And it's worked, too- Louis' heard stories of teams that only have the rowers work out together, and they don't seem to mesh as well with their coxes as their team does. Of course, he's probably biased.
As he crosses the room, he makes eye contact with Harry, shirtless and sweaty, propped up on the leg press. His hair is pushed back with a headband and he's got a towel over his shoulder, and he winks at Louis when he meets his eyes.
Louis is grateful for Niall calling out to him then, pulling his focus away from the trickle of sweat that had trailed down the side of Harry's face and neck and was making it's way slowly down to his pec, his chest heaving as he caught his breath in between reps.
"Okay, okay," Louis starts. "I'm here. Focused. Let's go."
Niall just snorts and bumps shoulders with him, nudging him towards the free weights. "I'm assuming your warm up can be the jog you just took across campus," he says once Louis has two weights in his hands. "And your cardio can be your accelerated heart rate after your little eye-fuck you and Styles just had."
"Oh my God," Louis replies, rolling his eyes, but he's grinning when he looks at Niall. "You don't know what you're talking about. And also, you know what they say about assuming."
"Yeah, and the noises I heard last night in our apartment were what, exactly?" Niall retors, ignoring Louis' attempt at being clever.
"Oh, Niall. You wish you knew."
They drop into an easy silence then, working their way through some free weight exercises side by side. Twenty minutes in, Louis' upper arms are burning and he's worked up a good sweat; he sets the weights back on the rack and grabs the bar, turning to the mirror to watch his form as he does squats.
(If Harry happens to be at the pull up bar at the other side of the room, directly behind him and with a perfect view of his butt when he plants his feet wide and drops into his first squat, then that's just convenient, isn't it?)
He and Niall finish up about an hour later, not having to stay as long as the rowers because as the coxswains, they're supposed to be the lightest on the shell and don't wanna build too much muscle. Harry whips Louis on the butt with his towel as Louis walks by him to get to the door and Louis fakes a hurt gasp, reaching behind him to spread a hand over the cheek that got hit by the end of the towel. He smirks when Harry's eyes drop to where he's grabbing his own bottom none too subtly, seeing the way Harry's gaze darkens.
"Oi, Tommo!" Niall calls from the door, he and Louis' bags hiked over his shoulder. "Come on already, it's supposed to start raining again soon. You got four seconds or you're walking to the apartment."
"Have I told you guys that I have the meanest roommate in the state?" Louis calls out to the room at large. He's met with laughing and hollering, everyone in the room jumping to defend Niall's honor. The sun may shine out of his own ass, but Niall is easily everyone's favorite, and he raises his hands in surrender as he walks to the door, throwing an arm around Niall's shoulders as they leave.