Queer As Folk[Larry Stylinson AU]

Chapter 1

Harry lets his eyes scan the crowd, looking through the sea of sweaty bodies. He doesn't look too hard, not wanting to seem too desperate or eager. He meets someone's gaze but quickly looks away when he sees that the person is a girl. It's not hard to get genders confused here, seeing that Babylon is a gay dance club.

He searches a little more before finding another set of eyes, this time finished with a pair of dark and thick eyebrows. He smirks and slowly dances his way over to the young guy, whispering in his ear when he gets to him. The name isn't important, it never is. The man looks fit enough, and he isn't too young or too old.

Harry follows him to the back as they pass the million red strings of beads that serve as an opening to what he likes to call 'The Fuckery'. He's met by the smell of sex and sweat and even a hint of regret. They step over small piles of naked bodies on the floor and swerve through ratty old red couches with small twinks being pounded into them. The stranger doesn't hesitate to pull Harry in by the collar of his dark jacket and immediately attack his lips. Harry counts down the seconds and he thinks that's enough kissing but then again this guy tastes good so he lets it go on a little longer. He reaches his hand back to squeeze his butt a bit. He felt the man smile against his mouth. Reaching behind his head and grabbing a small fist full of hair with one hand and unbuttoning his pants with the other, he lightly pushes the guy down, and he gets to work right away. Harry was sure to mutter a few 'good boy' and 'such a pretty mouth' to the guy, praising him. He knows how good it feels to get complimented, especially when it comes to giving head.

About two minutes into it, he's got his  eyes closed and then feels a tap on his shoulder. Slowly opening them, he sees Liam standing there.

"Yea?" He says, clearly annoyed that Liam would intteruppt him like that.

"Um...we're ready to go." He says, looking all around him and scrunching his nose at all of the naked men. Harry looks at Liam like he's crazy.

"I'm busy." He states bluntly. Liam rolls his eyes.

"We're hungry, can we please go." Liam replys, just as sassy.

"I was going to give him my number." Harry says, frustrated that he's losing the feeling.

"What'd you do, write it on your dick? How long is this going to take?" Liam says while crossing his arms. Harry takes the guy's face in his hand as he comes off with a 'pop.' After studying his face, he looks to Liam and says, "10 minutes." After stomping away, Liam walks through the crowded dance club and squeezes his way out the door. Niall and Zayn are waiting for him on the curb, trying to stay out of passing people's way. After seeing Liam, they stand up.

"He'll be out in a minute." He simply states.

"You know, some of us actually have work tomorrow." Zayn says, also clearly annoyed. Niall is looking behind them, and suddenly he starts flailing his arms and patting Liam on the shoulder. 

"Looks like someone has got their eye on you." Zayn says, noticing where Niall was looking. There was a man standing across the road, wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a red button-up shirt. Liam laughs and scoffs.

"Never in a million years, bud." He says. Niall whines and jumps up and down, only then does Liam realize what he's wearing. Skin tight pink stretchy pants that flare a little at the bottom, and a pink shirt that shows his belly.

"You haven't gotten laid in how long?" Niall says, to which Zayn replies, "7 months." Liam shoots him a dirty look and mutters, "thanks for keeping track for me." 

"He's okay I guess but he's been watching me all night, It's kind of creepy." Liam says. Just then, Harry walks out. Liam doesn't hesitate to shake his head and say, "Alright, let's go."