Do Milkshake Go With That Shake? - Louis/Nick - 2/2
(Continued from here.)
Wearing Nick’s thick-rimmed glasses as a handy shield, Louis readies himself on his aching knees and shows Nick the flat of his tongue as he continues to work his wrist over him.
“Look at me,” he demands shakily when Nick squeezes his eyes closed and a thrill races through him as Nick immediately obeys, “Come on me, come on my face,”
He’s done with hiding what else he’s doing and he hurriedly pushes his jeans to bunch below his arse as his cock is freed, pink and already being handled as his rhythm on it doesn’t falter. He plays with Nick in time with his own and stares up at him, eyes blackened with feeling.
“Please,” he begs desperately and Nick hunches like his strings have been cut, making a sound like he’s been winded and watching on helplessly as he comes across Louis’ face like he asked.
Louis feels it stripe his chin and slash his jawline, dripping down to collect in the hollow of his throat and Nick’s thumb smudging it carelessly into the exposed edge of his collarbone. He can barely see through what’s splattered on the lenses of Nick’s glasses once the moment passes, but it matters not one bit as he gingerly takes them off before ruining his tentativeness and tossing them across the tiles, licking the taste of Nick from his lips.
He thinks Nick will loudly object to such rough treatment of his fashion sense, in fact he’s sure of it, so he can only sit motionless with his cock still hard and his face raised to watch Nick’s expression as he runs a shaky hand through his own messed up excuse for a hairstyle before doing the same to Louis.
“You like making me come so hard?” he grips tighter onto the soft hairs at the back of his neck, sticking up with waxy product and Nick’s roaming fingers, “Fuck, Louis, you’re a wreck,”
“Ta very much, you prick,” Louis replies, but his voice cracks and wavers and he knows he’s going to be busted.
“You know what I mean!” Nick snaps then blinks with realisation as the tendons work in Louis’ forearm and the vein in his neck pulses blood to his dick. If anything, Nick watching him wank in the middle of the brightly-lit kitchen makes him want to show off even more, “oh my god, hey, no, stop,”
He licks his fingers, tasting spots of Nick on his skin and intends to ignore him, ready to reach his own end. Unfortunately, Nick disagrees and Louis berates himself for closing his eyes as in the next moment arms are around the back of his thighs and he’s hoisted into the air over Nick’s shoulder. He feels a hard smack to his arse and covers the way his dick twitches in his trapped hand by acting indignant.
“Grimshaw!” he squawks in what he hopes is his most pissed off, domineering tone, “Put me down right now, you complete and utter arsehole! OI! NICHOLAS!”
It’s a relief to find that Nick isn’t totally stupid and Louis sinks a little gratefully into the cushions as Nick only carries him - fucking carries him - into his living room to push him onto one of the sofas. He kneels at his feet as Louis sulks, slumped and refusing to help as Nick removes him from his tangle of clothes.
“Go on. I know you want to come,” he smiles.
Louis frowns, crossing his arms and suddenly feeling several kinds of cold and exposed and vulnerable. “No. I don’t.”
Quick as anything, Nick takes his cock in hand and the feel of someone not himself finally touching him has Louis’ hands flying out to grip the seat beneath him as his back bows deeply, arching up into the touch with a sharp cry because Nick’s speed is instantly unforgiving.
“Yeah, that’s it, babe,” he coaxes, kissing Louis’ nearest spread thigh, “Wanna fucking see come all over you, like you can’t help lose it. Come on, I know it’s there. No bed tonight, love, I wanna shag your brains out right here. But first you gotta come for me.”
He can’t stop the moan that tumbles out when Nick unexpectedly lets go, handing the contact and the control back to him as he physically places Louis’ sticky fingers around his own cock. It has him squirming and bucking, grasping for what he was denied earlier and his stomach flips as he realises that now he’ll be able to have it. Strung tight as it is, a few strokes is all it takes for Louis to start feeling the familiar urge pounding against every spot on his body that’s even mildly sensitive. His legs sprawl unconsciously loose, his hips jerking from the grip of his fist that he tightens to hurry things up. He glances at Nick sat prone at his feet and tries to frown, his eyebrows wrinkling his forehead a little, but before he can breathlessly ask why Nick isn’t doing anything, his dark head of hair passes like a blur between Louis’ legs and teeth are at his inner thigh, clamping down to suck until his blood is throbbing painfully and his mouth falls open, nothing left to voice his shock as he comes in long spurts, wringing himself with fervour as his eyelashes bat wildly in time, until he can’t stand another second of it.
He’s still shivering through an aftershock, his body hazy with released tension, when he feels gentle lapping at his fingers and his eyes flutter open. Nick licks his slack hand clean of every pearly drop, one fingertip at a time, before immediately moving to his belly, humming in contentment and grinning when Louis’ gaze rolls away a little unfocused.
“What good is that?” he asks hoarsely after some moments spent getting over that cheeky display, looking unimpressed at Nick’s soft cock.
“Don’t you worry your exceptionally pretty head, I have a plan. Turn around.”
“What if I’m okay laying here like this?”
Nick raises an eyebrow, “Then you’ll never know my plan. It’s a good one too. Turn and face the sofa, sweetpea, there’s a good lad.”
Louis grumbles under his breath about Nick being a condescending wanker, but complies and rolls anyway, knees digging into the back of the sofa as he rests his cheek on his arms. Nick’s hands skim up his sides before Louis realises that he’s still wearing his top and he lifts up so it can be pulled off. After it’s discarded and neither is wearing anything more, Nick leans into him and brings a hand round to his jaw, turning his head for a kiss.
“I wish I could have you naked all the time,” he confesses quietly as he pulls away, but his grin is filthy, “Will you just not bother with clothes as soon as you come round here? I’d quite like looking at you wandering the flat completely starkers. It’s a big look.”
Louis smirks at him with a sidelong glance, “Big, yeah, but that depends actually.”
“On...?”
“What you’ll do to convince me.”
He hides his smile into his wrists as Nick huffs a laugh into his skin because of how challengingly haughty he sounds before he curls his tongue to swipe and suck where his shoulder curves up towards his throat. Louis makes a low murmuring noise for that and reaches back to ruffle ineffectually at Nick’s hair for a second, encouraging him to continue pressing his mouth from the knee-weakening smoothness of his nape to the top of his shoulder blades. When Louis senses him hovering to his right, he opens the eye not covered by his arms to see Nick reach into the middle distance. The room suddenly blossoms with a low, orange glow from the gnarly antique lamp nearby and a shiver inexplicably runs down his spine as he realises they were in almost-darkness and now they are not. They’re kneeling naked on Nick’s posh cream furniture and he plans to do those tricks with his tongue and there’s distressingly romantic light so, as he turns with the faintest line of a smile, Louis elbows him sharply in a bony rib.
“You are such a dick,” he groans, his hot face disappearing into the crook of his arm again.
If anything, Nick’s smile grows. “I want to see what I’m doing. Why is that so bad? It’s you, by the way,”
Louis squirms like he’s thinking about cutting his losses and making a run for it when long fingered hands curve around his waist and lips return to his neck. He’s held in a surprisingly strong grip as teeth nip just where his neck ends, as if he’s a mischievous lion cub receiving a telling off and the thought makes him gasp a giggle, short of breath for a moment because Nick trying to be that stern is as confusingly hot as it is absolutely ludicrous. Louis’ still amused as Nick’s palm finds his back, skating downwards to cup a peachy buttock and squeezing as his other hand searches for his dick, pressed heavenly against the sofa cushions. He feels the butterflies of renewed interest start up again and although Nick gives him a few cheeky tugs to his cock before letting go, he hasn’t got time to whine about it as Nick’s mouth moves steadily southwards. He maps out the plains and dips in his back with his tongue, making up nonsense then erasing with kisses until Louis’ glad for the stability of the seat and a shake passes over him, raising goosebumps, the closer Nick gets to his arse. Nick’s tall enough to kneel on the carpet and still reach out comfortably, pulling him backwards a little by the hips, except Louis misses the promise of friction on his dick amidst the rebellious streak to mess up Nick and all the things he owns so he resists for a second, his spine bowing, before a sharp nip to the underside of his thigh makes him yelp and throw a harsh glare over his shoulder.
Nick is unaffected as ever, licking his thumb with a look of innocence that makes Louis warily let it go until the spit-slick digit rubs lightly over his hole. He pants out a sudden breath, a low, closed-mouth moan following as his hands claw onto the back of the sofa for purchase and the goosebumps turn into trembles. As well as his lips not entirely where he wants them to be, Nick’s hands do a pretty good job of distracting him by being everywhere at once, smoothing across his skin and grabbing handfuls, pressure points that release when Louis tries to rock into them.
He feels as if he’s moving the sofa in desperation, a sound of something roaring in his ears, and tries to flinch away when Nick’s fingers draw from the ticklish instep of his feet and push until his thumbs search inwards, pressing over the hair at his thighs and up until he meets completely bare flesh again to spread him open. A louder moan tinged with relief tears itself hoarsely from his throat as Louis feels the points of Nick’s face come unbearably close and a sweet, wet kiss land right where he’s eager for it most. He shifts and wriggles to get more and, instead of Nick laughing or swatting at him, he laps up his movements quite literally, circling his tongue in quick flicks over the muscle as dusky as his pebbled nipples and pinker only where Nick stretches him wider with his thumb. He’s sensitive already and struggling to stay high on his knees but Nick makes a noise when he tries to straighten, pulling him back onto his face as Louis’ stomach swoops with the knowledge and he dares let go of the sofa with one hand to grasp tightly onto the first tuft of Nick’s hair within reach. He bites down on the tiny cupid’s bow of his lip and squeezes his eyes shut as Nick snakes fingers between his legs to connect with his cock before his mouth moves away from his hole. In its absence, he strokes with his fingertips and Louis relaxes under his hands as he licks at the root of his dick and over his balls to hear the answering sob. Nick tries to bite him again, stinging where his inner thigh meets his groin like now he’s paler from winter all Nick wants to do is mark him so that later when Louis blearily looks in the mirror he will see and he will remember.
Nick’s palm is still sliding rather drily on his cock when he buries his face in his arse and Louis winces before releasing Nick’s head and pushing two of his own fingers past his lips. He quickly sucks on them and smiles at how the sloppy sounds makes Nick groan into his skin, sending vibrations through him and his limbs spasm in a short shiver as he tangles their hands briefly to ease the way. Suddenly it’s a lot messier than a few seconds ago and he can’t quite get rid of his smile, even when his mouth falls slack and his eyes shut as Nick wiggles a finger into him to the last knuckle. He finds himself clenching wonderfully hard, imagining the knobbly ridges but smooth skin of Nick’s long, elegant hands, and the hand that he meant to leave his dick alone speeds up a little in excitement, playing underneath his foreskin with light teasing touches and caught between that and Nick getting him ready for his cock. He gasps a sharp, breathy “oh” and slumps forward into the sofa, chin hitting the backrest when Nick slowly withdraws his finger a little for him to focus in and feel the teasing drag.
“You open up so nicely for me,” he praises, turning in to drop a kiss to the nearest cheek as Louis pictures him staring, fascinated, because he did that to him. “Like your body’s made for my hands,”
Louis moans in response as his cock hardens fully in his hold, but has to let go to resume his sofa death grip as Nick screws in a second finger down with the first to keep him on edge and filled as he greedily licks around them. It doesn’t take a lot to prepare him for a thorough fucking, one of the lucky ones, but Nick likes to torture him because he’s apparently not done with licking him out and Louis’ close to biting at the furniture if he doesn’t get on with it. In his next breath, he’s half tempted to do it anyway to imagine the shriek of indignation, but before he can actually put teeth to sofa, Nick’s fingers have gone and it pulls him away his mischief. He tries to look between his legs to find out why but just mostly succeeds in head-butting the furniture, although luckily Nick’s mouth returns in its place with a vengeance and it feels like a second shock to the system. He swears another drawn out, moaning blue streak and struggles to touch himself to release some of the pent-up arousal, except Nick’s reflexes are quicker because he’s the one inflicting this tightrope walk of not enough/too much. He presses Louis’ wandering hand to his side and the crush of the cushions, although Louis being Louis makes to break free. His breathing kicks up a notch as Nick squeezes his wristbone to warn him off any real funny business at the same time as his mouth slants over his hole and licks in deeper than before. Louis is helpless against the tidal wave of building sensitivity and the moans that wish to spill from down in his chest and toes, forced to take it as Nick’s head moves in counterpoint to the greedy jabs of his tongue and his warm breath on Louis’ even warmer skin until he’s panting from the wriggling and frustrating restraint.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” he laughs, leaning up towards Louis’ ear as he grips the back of his neck with the span of his hand, “you’re so responsive y’know, I love it,”
“Wouldn’t you be?” he retorts shakily, too hyperaware to cover it, “Your - fuck, your mouth, your fingers,”
Nick groans as he gets a knee onto the edge of the seat to slot himself behind him, pushing his crotch close enough that Louis flails around for his thigh and shifts so that Nick’s cock slips between his cheeks.
He grits his teeth and splays his fingers into Louis’ mussed hair to ward off the urge for a second to just sink in easily, brushing his other hand along the slope of his spine, “You want more? Ready for a fucking, Lou? So willing, darling, so loose from my tongue,”
Nick tucks two fingers into him briefly as he moves his grasp from Louis’ hair to his throat so he can swoop in and kiss him. Louis takes hold of his thin bicep to turn as Nick bites his top lip gently then laves the sting with a swipe of his tongue that has Louis leaning after him for more. Eventually, he has to pull away.
“Awkward,” he explains breathlessly as he attempts to shift around.
Nick lets him, but only so his back is against the sofa instead of his front, their knees almost touching as he crowds into Louis’ personal space and stretches his hands along the backrest with a ‘stay there’ kind of squeeze to his fingers. Louis watches him as he leans across the sofa, this time rooting in a drawer beneath where the lamp stands to come up with a condom and a smaller bottle of lube than the one permanently in his bedroom. Louis raises his eyebrow and wishes he was more articulate in that moment but Nick doesn’t seem to mind, throwing the opposite eyebrow at him with a grin. He senses what his plan is, can see it in the mischievous look often reflected on his own face, as his weight pins Louis in place and his hands drift to get himself ready. He nudges him around when he is and Louis puffs out a breath as he braces himself to tell him that this isn't going to end as well as he thinks but Nick pushes the issue like usual, until his thighs are balanced underneath the backs of his and he has two handfuls of Louis’ raised calves. He’s entirely trapped, folded and exposed and sucks in air as Nick presses his hips forward and blunt tip of his cock flirts with his arse.
“No, no,” he pants, uncertainty suddenly marring his face and fingers digging into the sofa as Nick thrusts teasingly without pushing in, “this is so not attractive right now, you do realise that, yeah?”
He rolls his eyes before he fixes Louis with a hard, dark stare, “You look the sexiest you’ve ever been,”
He can’t help it, his skin glows hot at the intense way Nick’s voice and expression dropped, his gaze following as he seems to take all of his body in, committing it to memory. Louis doesn’t stop him because he’s struck with the thought that maybe Nick thinks he will and that hits him more powerfully than he thought it would so he lets him have his fill. It’s a quick once-over in reality and a lick of the lips before he leans in to capture Louis’ swollen, pink mouth and slides his cock in. It’s as overwhelming as when they’re horizontal with Nick’s penchant for keeping close as they fuck, or maybe moreso when his hips have to drive in and up at a sharp angle. It’s even better when Louis starts to bear down to meet him and seems to spark something in Nick that has him grabbing his legs from resting passively on his shoulders to hold his ankles. He’s pushed out wide to take it and his toes curl as Nick’s fast rhythm begins to falter erratically, his eyes closing to claw back some semblance of control and his lips squashed wetly onto his ankle bone.
Louis’ desperate to touch himself, to pinch a nipple or tug on his cock, but he’s afraid of taking a hand away from this precarious position and he clenches from the little frisson of fear, enough to make Nick moan brokenly, What he’s not expecting is Nick to barrel into him, his legs falling into the crook of his elbows as he searches for Louis’ mouth some more. To help him out, Louis tries to push back to absorb the sudden movement and gain leverage but he ruins it completely by grabbing for Nick’s head instinctively, moaning hoarsely against his lips as he feels a hard squeeze to his arse. He’d reprimand him for it if the bright flash of pain didn’t melt so effortlessly with the sweet ache and drag. In fact, his world feels like it’s tipping on its axis and it’s not until Nick wrenches away with a wobbly shout that Louis realises they’ve both been a bit too vigorous in their thrusts and countermovement as the sofa starts to tip backwards with a thud. Louis thinks his head is probably going to suffer the same fate and he scrunches his eyes shut tightly enough that the crinkles at the corners appear despite not smiling at all. When the inevitable impact never actually arrives, he cracks one eye open with caution. He’s still folded like a piece of origami paper and Nick is above him on his forearms instead of his hands. It’s then that he grins and Louis feels hands wiggle against the crown of his sweaty head.
“I could’ve brained myself!” he spits incredulously, his heart in his throat from secret relief.
“But you didn’t,” Nick laughs and flutters his eyelashes, “I saved you.”
“What, do you want a medal or something?”
“I can think of something I still want,” he whispers, snapping his teeth near Louis’ earlobe. “Roll over.”
Nick’s arms fall to his waist but Louis picks them off before he can quite get there, folding their fingers together to fight him. It’s difficult not to react when he’s still inside him, his cock shifting in inches as they jostle ineffectually for position but Louis can’t seem to stop himself. He knows how to do this, how to win, as he slaps and punches for all he’s worth. He’s just not used to having a dick in his arse as he does it and it’s ultimately his downfall as Nick cottons on to his unique advantage after some thrashing around and pulls his arm over so that he’s almost on his stomach from the waist up, their legs tangled as he rolls his hips in a manipulatively wide, deep arc, enough for Louis’ vision to sway momentarily unfocused.
“I think that means I’m victorious,” he says, nose to nose and his smile blurry white.
“Can’t you just say ‘I win’ like a normal person,” Louis grumbles but doesn’t dispute it any longer.
Nick kisses him consolingly on his damp shoulder marked with carpet creases as they come to the silent mutual agreement that it might be less of a disaster for Nick to fuck him on his hands and knees after all. Louis opens his mouth to make a quip about carpet burn when he sinks in easily without any preamble whatsoever, stealing his wit and breath. His arse is slightly more on display than usual as his knees remain on the sofa but his spine curves down from leaning his forearms on the carpet as Nick continues to kneel behind him, his feet digging into the upturned seat. His hands are flat on Louis’ ribs, perhaps to make sure he’s steady, and he shivers when Nick seems satisfied that he is and drags his palms over the curve of his waist and squeezing there wickedly to make him flinch.
“Hey, whoa, stop,” he says with a half laugh.
Louis pushes backwards so that the movement forces Nick’s dick to disappear and drops one arm behind himself to cover one of Nick’s wandering, stroking hands with his own. He bites at Louis' raised shoulder blade in retaliation to imprint the previous fading crease more obviously into his skin and rubs the sweat off his forehead there too, shaking his head.
“Why?” he giggles, sounding drunker than he had when he was folding Louis up in all shapes, as if Louis’ just enough alone, “Are you ticklish? Shit, you’re so hot I wanna fuck you again and again,”
Louis rolls his eyes, “Just fuck me now, yeah? And stop squeezing my bits. I’m not a cuddly toy.” He puts his weight on an arm to twist his torso and reach out, bringing Nick closer to curl his hand around the nape of his neck, grinning, “You afraid you might break me? I dare your skinny arse to try, Grimmy,”
His eyes widen, “Oh its Grimmy now, is it? You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, duck,”
Louis closes his eyes briefly as he lets the shudder run through him then darts forward to press a hard, unrelenting kiss to soft lips, to communicate that there was a promise made to take him home and he wants a lot of things to show for it. Consequently, he goes easily as they break their lip-lock and Nick pushes a hand to his cheek before stroking it down his back and around to lie flat on his chest. He feels him nudge down inside as they stick together with sweat and sheer determination, Nick's thrusts fast and shallow as his mouth peppers Louis' ribs with kisses and bites and he responds encouragingly, tilting his hips to open himself more. Instead of falling back to his waist, Nick’s hands move independently - the one on Louis' ribs to the edges of his lips, but it’s not until the other starts to stroke his dick that he appreciates something to suck on.
He speeds up after that and Louis’ distracted arousal comes back to life as the cool wetness at his hole grows warmer with friction. His elbows lose their footing as Nick gasps for him to take over and touch himself, his blunt fingernails scratching into the pale, plush carpet amid the slap of skin on skin as he races to get off. He can tell from the sharp rut of Nick’s hips that he’s on board with the idea and the slick-slide of his arse and tongue across his fingers, still smelling faintly of his own come from earlier, has Nick jostling him so hard that his knees start to burn. Louis bites on Nick’s thumb as he uses the quickest solution to orgasm, the sounds and the smells and sensations combining until he can’t hold himself up any longer and come rushes over his knuckles and carelessly drips onto the carpet.
The fight drained out, he slumps as Nick’s hand slips away to smear his chin but his hips are firmly kept up as Nick keeps going, harsh breaths and grunts above Louis’ head as he lies with his face planted on the floor, body sensitively clenching through aftershocks and Nick almost there. He hits his own end a handful of bruising shoves later, pulling out and tearing off the condom to frantically soak the dimples in Louis' lower back. He falls to his side when he’s done and Louis’ periphery, his smug smile probably visible from space. Louis ignores him for a minute to continue collecting himself, but finds he can’t any longer when Nick’s fingers press into his spine, rubbing in the stickiness like the nuisance he can be.
“Stop it,” he mumbles crossly when he doesn’t, batting at him weakly.
“Want me to lick it off?”
There’s a beat as Louis turns his head to look at him. “No.” he lies.
“Okay then,” he answers brightly, his chest still rising rapidly as an indicator that he hasn’t completely recovered.
Louis’ glad of that because he’s embarrassingly not sure he has either, but then Nick doesn’t have sore elbows, sore knees and, more importantly, a sore arse. With a sigh, he heaves himself into a sitting position then thinks better of it and finishes spread out on his side, head propped up by his hand.
“I hope we haven’t broken this,” he says, not sounding all that apologetic as he kicks the seat with his foot.
“Worth it though.” Nick grins after a second’s silence and looking at each other shiftily and Louis has to smile too. He leans in and taps Louis on the nose, immediately making a nose. “Ugh even your nose is sweaty. Get in the shower, you mongrel!”
Louis stands slowly and makes his way to the door, pausing to toss a look over his shoulder. “Yes, sir.” he replies in his mostly fake-sultry but still accidentally huskiest voice.
Whatever he’s going for, it seems to do the trick as Nick scrambles after him and he throws his head back, laughing wildly as he runs to slam the bathroom door in his face.
***
Louis wakes before Nick the following morning and decides that he’s not quite done with him yet. He rolls over to find him perfectly positioned on his back and gently puts a thigh over him to straddle his waist, slowly seating himself just above the dip of his pyjama-covered groin. He breathes out when Nick doesn’t stir, but presses his lips together to keep in a giggle as he realises he’s about to ruin that anyway.
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine,” he whispers into his slack mouth as he kisses him softly.
He forgives him for not reacting immediately but when a few more seconds go by and he hasn’t even twitched, it simply won’t do, so Louis leans close for a second time as he squeezes his hips with his bare thighs.
“OI GRIMSHAW!” he yells joyously, “Wake the fuck up before I clobber you over the head with this pillow!”
He picks one up swiftly from where he had previously laid as Nick groans groggily then startles upright.
“Huh - what - Shit! I’m late!”
The pillow raised above Louis’ head in a ready strike droops as he loosens his hold and begins to laugh, putting a hand to Nick’s chest and telling him to pipe down. “Sorry, no you’re not. It’s Saturday.”
“Oh.” his shoulders sag in relief as the panic passes, to be replaced with a calculating squint. “So, if that’s not real - is a member of One Direction really sprawled on top of me, wearing my shirt?”
Louis is indeed wearing one of Nick’s checked shirts and absolutely nothing else, undone so a peek of paler belly or a slice of collarbone can be seen when the fabric gives way and his hair is wild at the crown of his head from where he’s been active during the night because even though he’s not sleepwalking much anymore, he’s not that still in bed either.
They look at each other quietly for a moment until Louis clues in that Nick is really looking at him, brushing him mentally with his brown eyes, as his spidery, warm hands come to rest on the indentations and pink carpet burn still visible on his knees from the eventful night before.
“Mm,” he says, awkwardly blinking away from his gaze, “so you do pay attention. It’s very comfy. I might steal it,”
Nick shrugs halfheartedly. “I haven’t been able to stop Harry yet, I doubt I’m gonna stop you and at least we’re fucking.”
His face suddenly brightens like that’s a reminder before his expression slides more into a smirk and Louis makes room so he can sit up and gather him into his arms, kissing his neck in a proper hello, good morning. He tilts his head to give his mouth better access and takes his lip between his teeth to stop a moan as Nick’s hands don’t stay locked around his back for long, trailing to cup his naked arse. When he squeezes, Louis follows his line of sight to see him staring at their reflection in the nearest mirror sat above the drawers spilling some of his clothes.
“Yeah?”
Nick’s eyes snap to him, “So you’re not sore? It was pretty mad last night.”
He reaches back to test a finger almost into himself, still fairly loose and sticky from the night before. “It was. But it’s fine. I’m mostly alright now. In fact,” he pauses to tuck close into Nick’s neck, dropping his voice to a whisper, slowly enunciating each word. I quite like feeling thoroughly - fucked - out.”
“Would you make that offended face you have if I said you look it too? God, are you sure you’re not some crazy sex nymph?” he groans.
Louis bites his tongue because he’s fairly sure he heard somewhere that boys can’t actually be nymphs. “Nah. You’re just probably getting too old for this, mate,”
Nick nips at his earlobe in protest but it’s a lazy response because he’s still trying to wake up. With a sarcastic remark about lying back and thinking of England, Louis tears the wrapper of another condom with his teeth and quickly pours a palmful of lube before putting a hand behind on Nick’s cock. He strokes the lube onto his erection then unthinkingly plants his grip on Nick’s chest, clumsily spreading the stuff everywhere as he rocks back a little, just to hear the catch in his own breath. He stares down into Nick’s rapt face and waggles his eyebrows once before slowly sinking down inch by inch, intent on riding towards another couple of glorious, sunshine-tinted orgasms.
Lately, Louis doesn’t believe there can be a better start to the morning.
fin.
Wearing Nick’s thick-rimmed glasses as a handy shield, Louis readies himself on his aching knees and shows Nick the flat of his tongue as he continues to work his wrist over him.
“Look at me,” he demands shakily when Nick squeezes his eyes closed and a thrill races through him as Nick immediately obeys, “Come on me, come on my face,”
He’s done with hiding what else he’s doing and he hurriedly pushes his jeans to bunch below his arse as his cock is freed, pink and already being handled as his rhythm on it doesn’t falter. He plays with Nick in time with his own and stares up at him, eyes blackened with feeling.
“Please,” he begs desperately and Nick hunches like his strings have been cut, making a sound like he’s been winded and watching on helplessly as he comes across Louis’ face like he asked.
Louis feels it stripe his chin and slash his jawline, dripping down to collect in the hollow of his throat and Nick’s thumb smudging it carelessly into the exposed edge of his collarbone. He can barely see through what’s splattered on the lenses of Nick’s glasses once the moment passes, but it matters not one bit as he gingerly takes them off before ruining his tentativeness and tossing them across the tiles, licking the taste of Nick from his lips.
He thinks Nick will loudly object to such rough treatment of his fashion sense, in fact he’s sure of it, so he can only sit motionless with his cock still hard and his face raised to watch Nick’s expression as he runs a shaky hand through his own messed up excuse for a hairstyle before doing the same to Louis.
“You like making me come so hard?” he grips tighter onto the soft hairs at the back of his neck, sticking up with waxy product and Nick’s roaming fingers, “Fuck, Louis, you’re a wreck,”
“Ta very much, you prick,” Louis replies, but his voice cracks and wavers and he knows he’s going to be busted.
“You know what I mean!” Nick snaps then blinks with realisation as the tendons work in Louis’ forearm and the vein in his neck pulses blood to his dick. If anything, Nick watching him wank in the middle of the brightly-lit kitchen makes him want to show off even more, “oh my god, hey, no, stop,”
He licks his fingers, tasting spots of Nick on his skin and intends to ignore him, ready to reach his own end. Unfortunately, Nick disagrees and Louis berates himself for closing his eyes as in the next moment arms are around the back of his thighs and he’s hoisted into the air over Nick’s shoulder. He feels a hard smack to his arse and covers the way his dick twitches in his trapped hand by acting indignant.
“Grimshaw!” he squawks in what he hopes is his most pissed off, domineering tone, “Put me down right now, you complete and utter arsehole! OI! NICHOLAS!”
It’s a relief to find that Nick isn’t totally stupid and Louis sinks a little gratefully into the cushions as Nick only carries him - fucking carries him - into his living room to push him onto one of the sofas. He kneels at his feet as Louis sulks, slumped and refusing to help as Nick removes him from his tangle of clothes.
“Go on. I know you want to come,” he smiles.
Louis frowns, crossing his arms and suddenly feeling several kinds of cold and exposed and vulnerable. “No. I don’t.”
Quick as anything, Nick takes his cock in hand and the feel of someone not himself finally touching him has Louis’ hands flying out to grip the seat beneath him as his back bows deeply, arching up into the touch with a sharp cry because Nick’s speed is instantly unforgiving.
“Yeah, that’s it, babe,” he coaxes, kissing Louis’ nearest spread thigh, “Wanna fucking see come all over you, like you can’t help lose it. Come on, I know it’s there. No bed tonight, love, I wanna shag your brains out right here. But first you gotta come for me.”
He can’t stop the moan that tumbles out when Nick unexpectedly lets go, handing the contact and the control back to him as he physically places Louis’ sticky fingers around his own cock. It has him squirming and bucking, grasping for what he was denied earlier and his stomach flips as he realises that now he’ll be able to have it. Strung tight as it is, a few strokes is all it takes for Louis to start feeling the familiar urge pounding against every spot on his body that’s even mildly sensitive. His legs sprawl unconsciously loose, his hips jerking from the grip of his fist that he tightens to hurry things up. He glances at Nick sat prone at his feet and tries to frown, his eyebrows wrinkling his forehead a little, but before he can breathlessly ask why Nick isn’t doing anything, his dark head of hair passes like a blur between Louis’ legs and teeth are at his inner thigh, clamping down to suck until his blood is throbbing painfully and his mouth falls open, nothing left to voice his shock as he comes in long spurts, wringing himself with fervour as his eyelashes bat wildly in time, until he can’t stand another second of it.
He’s still shivering through an aftershock, his body hazy with released tension, when he feels gentle lapping at his fingers and his eyes flutter open. Nick licks his slack hand clean of every pearly drop, one fingertip at a time, before immediately moving to his belly, humming in contentment and grinning when Louis’ gaze rolls away a little unfocused.
“What good is that?” he asks hoarsely after some moments spent getting over that cheeky display, looking unimpressed at Nick’s soft cock.
“Don’t you worry your exceptionally pretty head, I have a plan. Turn around.”
“What if I’m okay laying here like this?”
Nick raises an eyebrow, “Then you’ll never know my plan. It’s a good one too. Turn and face the sofa, sweetpea, there’s a good lad.”
Louis grumbles under his breath about Nick being a condescending wanker, but complies and rolls anyway, knees digging into the back of the sofa as he rests his cheek on his arms. Nick’s hands skim up his sides before Louis realises that he’s still wearing his top and he lifts up so it can be pulled off. After it’s discarded and neither is wearing anything more, Nick leans into him and brings a hand round to his jaw, turning his head for a kiss.
“I wish I could have you naked all the time,” he confesses quietly as he pulls away, but his grin is filthy, “Will you just not bother with clothes as soon as you come round here? I’d quite like looking at you wandering the flat completely starkers. It’s a big look.”
Louis smirks at him with a sidelong glance, “Big, yeah, but that depends actually.”
“On...?”
“What you’ll do to convince me.”
He hides his smile into his wrists as Nick huffs a laugh into his skin because of how challengingly haughty he sounds before he curls his tongue to swipe and suck where his shoulder curves up towards his throat. Louis makes a low murmuring noise for that and reaches back to ruffle ineffectually at Nick’s hair for a second, encouraging him to continue pressing his mouth from the knee-weakening smoothness of his nape to the top of his shoulder blades. When Louis senses him hovering to his right, he opens the eye not covered by his arms to see Nick reach into the middle distance. The room suddenly blossoms with a low, orange glow from the gnarly antique lamp nearby and a shiver inexplicably runs down his spine as he realises they were in almost-darkness and now they are not. They’re kneeling naked on Nick’s posh cream furniture and he plans to do those tricks with his tongue and there’s distressingly romantic light so, as he turns with the faintest line of a smile, Louis elbows him sharply in a bony rib.
“You are such a dick,” he groans, his hot face disappearing into the crook of his arm again.
If anything, Nick’s smile grows. “I want to see what I’m doing. Why is that so bad? It’s you, by the way,”
Louis squirms like he’s thinking about cutting his losses and making a run for it when long fingered hands curve around his waist and lips return to his neck. He’s held in a surprisingly strong grip as teeth nip just where his neck ends, as if he’s a mischievous lion cub receiving a telling off and the thought makes him gasp a giggle, short of breath for a moment because Nick trying to be that stern is as confusingly hot as it is absolutely ludicrous. Louis’ still amused as Nick’s palm finds his back, skating downwards to cup a peachy buttock and squeezing as his other hand searches for his dick, pressed heavenly against the sofa cushions. He feels the butterflies of renewed interest start up again and although Nick gives him a few cheeky tugs to his cock before letting go, he hasn’t got time to whine about it as Nick’s mouth moves steadily southwards. He maps out the plains and dips in his back with his tongue, making up nonsense then erasing with kisses until Louis’ glad for the stability of the seat and a shake passes over him, raising goosebumps, the closer Nick gets to his arse. Nick’s tall enough to kneel on the carpet and still reach out comfortably, pulling him backwards a little by the hips, except Louis misses the promise of friction on his dick amidst the rebellious streak to mess up Nick and all the things he owns so he resists for a second, his spine bowing, before a sharp nip to the underside of his thigh makes him yelp and throw a harsh glare over his shoulder.
Nick is unaffected as ever, licking his thumb with a look of innocence that makes Louis warily let it go until the spit-slick digit rubs lightly over his hole. He pants out a sudden breath, a low, closed-mouth moan following as his hands claw onto the back of the sofa for purchase and the goosebumps turn into trembles. As well as his lips not entirely where he wants them to be, Nick’s hands do a pretty good job of distracting him by being everywhere at once, smoothing across his skin and grabbing handfuls, pressure points that release when Louis tries to rock into them.
He feels as if he’s moving the sofa in desperation, a sound of something roaring in his ears, and tries to flinch away when Nick’s fingers draw from the ticklish instep of his feet and push until his thumbs search inwards, pressing over the hair at his thighs and up until he meets completely bare flesh again to spread him open. A louder moan tinged with relief tears itself hoarsely from his throat as Louis feels the points of Nick’s face come unbearably close and a sweet, wet kiss land right where he’s eager for it most. He shifts and wriggles to get more and, instead of Nick laughing or swatting at him, he laps up his movements quite literally, circling his tongue in quick flicks over the muscle as dusky as his pebbled nipples and pinker only where Nick stretches him wider with his thumb. He’s sensitive already and struggling to stay high on his knees but Nick makes a noise when he tries to straighten, pulling him back onto his face as Louis’ stomach swoops with the knowledge and he dares let go of the sofa with one hand to grasp tightly onto the first tuft of Nick’s hair within reach. He bites down on the tiny cupid’s bow of his lip and squeezes his eyes shut as Nick snakes fingers between his legs to connect with his cock before his mouth moves away from his hole. In its absence, he strokes with his fingertips and Louis relaxes under his hands as he licks at the root of his dick and over his balls to hear the answering sob. Nick tries to bite him again, stinging where his inner thigh meets his groin like now he’s paler from winter all Nick wants to do is mark him so that later when Louis blearily looks in the mirror he will see and he will remember.
Nick’s palm is still sliding rather drily on his cock when he buries his face in his arse and Louis winces before releasing Nick’s head and pushing two of his own fingers past his lips. He quickly sucks on them and smiles at how the sloppy sounds makes Nick groan into his skin, sending vibrations through him and his limbs spasm in a short shiver as he tangles their hands briefly to ease the way. Suddenly it’s a lot messier than a few seconds ago and he can’t quite get rid of his smile, even when his mouth falls slack and his eyes shut as Nick wiggles a finger into him to the last knuckle. He finds himself clenching wonderfully hard, imagining the knobbly ridges but smooth skin of Nick’s long, elegant hands, and the hand that he meant to leave his dick alone speeds up a little in excitement, playing underneath his foreskin with light teasing touches and caught between that and Nick getting him ready for his cock. He gasps a sharp, breathy “oh” and slumps forward into the sofa, chin hitting the backrest when Nick slowly withdraws his finger a little for him to focus in and feel the teasing drag.
“You open up so nicely for me,” he praises, turning in to drop a kiss to the nearest cheek as Louis pictures him staring, fascinated, because he did that to him. “Like your body’s made for my hands,”
Louis moans in response as his cock hardens fully in his hold, but has to let go to resume his sofa death grip as Nick screws in a second finger down with the first to keep him on edge and filled as he greedily licks around them. It doesn’t take a lot to prepare him for a thorough fucking, one of the lucky ones, but Nick likes to torture him because he’s apparently not done with licking him out and Louis’ close to biting at the furniture if he doesn’t get on with it. In his next breath, he’s half tempted to do it anyway to imagine the shriek of indignation, but before he can actually put teeth to sofa, Nick’s fingers have gone and it pulls him away his mischief. He tries to look between his legs to find out why but just mostly succeeds in head-butting the furniture, although luckily Nick’s mouth returns in its place with a vengeance and it feels like a second shock to the system. He swears another drawn out, moaning blue streak and struggles to touch himself to release some of the pent-up arousal, except Nick’s reflexes are quicker because he’s the one inflicting this tightrope walk of not enough/too much. He presses Louis’ wandering hand to his side and the crush of the cushions, although Louis being Louis makes to break free. His breathing kicks up a notch as Nick squeezes his wristbone to warn him off any real funny business at the same time as his mouth slants over his hole and licks in deeper than before. Louis is helpless against the tidal wave of building sensitivity and the moans that wish to spill from down in his chest and toes, forced to take it as Nick’s head moves in counterpoint to the greedy jabs of his tongue and his warm breath on Louis’ even warmer skin until he’s panting from the wriggling and frustrating restraint.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” he laughs, leaning up towards Louis’ ear as he grips the back of his neck with the span of his hand, “you’re so responsive y’know, I love it,”
“Wouldn’t you be?” he retorts shakily, too hyperaware to cover it, “Your - fuck, your mouth, your fingers,”
Nick groans as he gets a knee onto the edge of the seat to slot himself behind him, pushing his crotch close enough that Louis flails around for his thigh and shifts so that Nick’s cock slips between his cheeks.
He grits his teeth and splays his fingers into Louis’ mussed hair to ward off the urge for a second to just sink in easily, brushing his other hand along the slope of his spine, “You want more? Ready for a fucking, Lou? So willing, darling, so loose from my tongue,”
Nick tucks two fingers into him briefly as he moves his grasp from Louis’ hair to his throat so he can swoop in and kiss him. Louis takes hold of his thin bicep to turn as Nick bites his top lip gently then laves the sting with a swipe of his tongue that has Louis leaning after him for more. Eventually, he has to pull away.
“Awkward,” he explains breathlessly as he attempts to shift around.
Nick lets him, but only so his back is against the sofa instead of his front, their knees almost touching as he crowds into Louis’ personal space and stretches his hands along the backrest with a ‘stay there’ kind of squeeze to his fingers. Louis watches him as he leans across the sofa, this time rooting in a drawer beneath where the lamp stands to come up with a condom and a smaller bottle of lube than the one permanently in his bedroom. Louis raises his eyebrow and wishes he was more articulate in that moment but Nick doesn’t seem to mind, throwing the opposite eyebrow at him with a grin. He senses what his plan is, can see it in the mischievous look often reflected on his own face, as his weight pins Louis in place and his hands drift to get himself ready. He nudges him around when he is and Louis puffs out a breath as he braces himself to tell him that this isn't going to end as well as he thinks but Nick pushes the issue like usual, until his thighs are balanced underneath the backs of his and he has two handfuls of Louis’ raised calves. He’s entirely trapped, folded and exposed and sucks in air as Nick presses his hips forward and blunt tip of his cock flirts with his arse.
“No, no,” he pants, uncertainty suddenly marring his face and fingers digging into the sofa as Nick thrusts teasingly without pushing in, “this is so not attractive right now, you do realise that, yeah?”
He rolls his eyes before he fixes Louis with a hard, dark stare, “You look the sexiest you’ve ever been,”
He can’t help it, his skin glows hot at the intense way Nick’s voice and expression dropped, his gaze following as he seems to take all of his body in, committing it to memory. Louis doesn’t stop him because he’s struck with the thought that maybe Nick thinks he will and that hits him more powerfully than he thought it would so he lets him have his fill. It’s a quick once-over in reality and a lick of the lips before he leans in to capture Louis’ swollen, pink mouth and slides his cock in. It’s as overwhelming as when they’re horizontal with Nick’s penchant for keeping close as they fuck, or maybe moreso when his hips have to drive in and up at a sharp angle. It’s even better when Louis starts to bear down to meet him and seems to spark something in Nick that has him grabbing his legs from resting passively on his shoulders to hold his ankles. He’s pushed out wide to take it and his toes curl as Nick’s fast rhythm begins to falter erratically, his eyes closing to claw back some semblance of control and his lips squashed wetly onto his ankle bone.
Louis’ desperate to touch himself, to pinch a nipple or tug on his cock, but he’s afraid of taking a hand away from this precarious position and he clenches from the little frisson of fear, enough to make Nick moan brokenly, What he’s not expecting is Nick to barrel into him, his legs falling into the crook of his elbows as he searches for Louis’ mouth some more. To help him out, Louis tries to push back to absorb the sudden movement and gain leverage but he ruins it completely by grabbing for Nick’s head instinctively, moaning hoarsely against his lips as he feels a hard squeeze to his arse. He’d reprimand him for it if the bright flash of pain didn’t melt so effortlessly with the sweet ache and drag. In fact, his world feels like it’s tipping on its axis and it’s not until Nick wrenches away with a wobbly shout that Louis realises they’ve both been a bit too vigorous in their thrusts and countermovement as the sofa starts to tip backwards with a thud. Louis thinks his head is probably going to suffer the same fate and he scrunches his eyes shut tightly enough that the crinkles at the corners appear despite not smiling at all. When the inevitable impact never actually arrives, he cracks one eye open with caution. He’s still folded like a piece of origami paper and Nick is above him on his forearms instead of his hands. It’s then that he grins and Louis feels hands wiggle against the crown of his sweaty head.
“I could’ve brained myself!” he spits incredulously, his heart in his throat from secret relief.
“But you didn’t,” Nick laughs and flutters his eyelashes, “I saved you.”
“What, do you want a medal or something?”
“I can think of something I still want,” he whispers, snapping his teeth near Louis’ earlobe. “Roll over.”
Nick’s arms fall to his waist but Louis picks them off before he can quite get there, folding their fingers together to fight him. It’s difficult not to react when he’s still inside him, his cock shifting in inches as they jostle ineffectually for position but Louis can’t seem to stop himself. He knows how to do this, how to win, as he slaps and punches for all he’s worth. He’s just not used to having a dick in his arse as he does it and it’s ultimately his downfall as Nick cottons on to his unique advantage after some thrashing around and pulls his arm over so that he’s almost on his stomach from the waist up, their legs tangled as he rolls his hips in a manipulatively wide, deep arc, enough for Louis’ vision to sway momentarily unfocused.
“I think that means I’m victorious,” he says, nose to nose and his smile blurry white.
“Can’t you just say ‘I win’ like a normal person,” Louis grumbles but doesn’t dispute it any longer.
Nick kisses him consolingly on his damp shoulder marked with carpet creases as they come to the silent mutual agreement that it might be less of a disaster for Nick to fuck him on his hands and knees after all. Louis opens his mouth to make a quip about carpet burn when he sinks in easily without any preamble whatsoever, stealing his wit and breath. His arse is slightly more on display than usual as his knees remain on the sofa but his spine curves down from leaning his forearms on the carpet as Nick continues to kneel behind him, his feet digging into the upturned seat. His hands are flat on Louis’ ribs, perhaps to make sure he’s steady, and he shivers when Nick seems satisfied that he is and drags his palms over the curve of his waist and squeezing there wickedly to make him flinch.
“Hey, whoa, stop,” he says with a half laugh.
Louis pushes backwards so that the movement forces Nick’s dick to disappear and drops one arm behind himself to cover one of Nick’s wandering, stroking hands with his own. He bites at Louis' raised shoulder blade in retaliation to imprint the previous fading crease more obviously into his skin and rubs the sweat off his forehead there too, shaking his head.
“Why?” he giggles, sounding drunker than he had when he was folding Louis up in all shapes, as if Louis’ just enough alone, “Are you ticklish? Shit, you’re so hot I wanna fuck you again and again,”
Louis rolls his eyes, “Just fuck me now, yeah? And stop squeezing my bits. I’m not a cuddly toy.” He puts his weight on an arm to twist his torso and reach out, bringing Nick closer to curl his hand around the nape of his neck, grinning, “You afraid you might break me? I dare your skinny arse to try, Grimmy,”
His eyes widen, “Oh its Grimmy now, is it? You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, duck,”
Louis closes his eyes briefly as he lets the shudder run through him then darts forward to press a hard, unrelenting kiss to soft lips, to communicate that there was a promise made to take him home and he wants a lot of things to show for it. Consequently, he goes easily as they break their lip-lock and Nick pushes a hand to his cheek before stroking it down his back and around to lie flat on his chest. He feels him nudge down inside as they stick together with sweat and sheer determination, Nick's thrusts fast and shallow as his mouth peppers Louis' ribs with kisses and bites and he responds encouragingly, tilting his hips to open himself more. Instead of falling back to his waist, Nick’s hands move independently - the one on Louis' ribs to the edges of his lips, but it’s not until the other starts to stroke his dick that he appreciates something to suck on.
He speeds up after that and Louis’ distracted arousal comes back to life as the cool wetness at his hole grows warmer with friction. His elbows lose their footing as Nick gasps for him to take over and touch himself, his blunt fingernails scratching into the pale, plush carpet amid the slap of skin on skin as he races to get off. He can tell from the sharp rut of Nick’s hips that he’s on board with the idea and the slick-slide of his arse and tongue across his fingers, still smelling faintly of his own come from earlier, has Nick jostling him so hard that his knees start to burn. Louis bites on Nick’s thumb as he uses the quickest solution to orgasm, the sounds and the smells and sensations combining until he can’t hold himself up any longer and come rushes over his knuckles and carelessly drips onto the carpet.
The fight drained out, he slumps as Nick’s hand slips away to smear his chin but his hips are firmly kept up as Nick keeps going, harsh breaths and grunts above Louis’ head as he lies with his face planted on the floor, body sensitively clenching through aftershocks and Nick almost there. He hits his own end a handful of bruising shoves later, pulling out and tearing off the condom to frantically soak the dimples in Louis' lower back. He falls to his side when he’s done and Louis’ periphery, his smug smile probably visible from space. Louis ignores him for a minute to continue collecting himself, but finds he can’t any longer when Nick’s fingers press into his spine, rubbing in the stickiness like the nuisance he can be.
“Stop it,” he mumbles crossly when he doesn’t, batting at him weakly.
“Want me to lick it off?”
There’s a beat as Louis turns his head to look at him. “No.” he lies.
“Okay then,” he answers brightly, his chest still rising rapidly as an indicator that he hasn’t completely recovered.
Louis’ glad of that because he’s embarrassingly not sure he has either, but then Nick doesn’t have sore elbows, sore knees and, more importantly, a sore arse. With a sigh, he heaves himself into a sitting position then thinks better of it and finishes spread out on his side, head propped up by his hand.
“I hope we haven’t broken this,” he says, not sounding all that apologetic as he kicks the seat with his foot.
“Worth it though.” Nick grins after a second’s silence and looking at each other shiftily and Louis has to smile too. He leans in and taps Louis on the nose, immediately making a nose. “Ugh even your nose is sweaty. Get in the shower, you mongrel!”
Louis stands slowly and makes his way to the door, pausing to toss a look over his shoulder. “Yes, sir.” he replies in his mostly fake-sultry but still accidentally huskiest voice.
Whatever he’s going for, it seems to do the trick as Nick scrambles after him and he throws his head back, laughing wildly as he runs to slam the bathroom door in his face.
***
Louis wakes before Nick the following morning and decides that he’s not quite done with him yet. He rolls over to find him perfectly positioned on his back and gently puts a thigh over him to straddle his waist, slowly seating himself just above the dip of his pyjama-covered groin. He breathes out when Nick doesn’t stir, but presses his lips together to keep in a giggle as he realises he’s about to ruin that anyway.
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine,” he whispers into his slack mouth as he kisses him softly.
He forgives him for not reacting immediately but when a few more seconds go by and he hasn’t even twitched, it simply won’t do, so Louis leans close for a second time as he squeezes his hips with his bare thighs.
“OI GRIMSHAW!” he yells joyously, “Wake the fuck up before I clobber you over the head with this pillow!”
He picks one up swiftly from where he had previously laid as Nick groans groggily then startles upright.
“Huh - what - Shit! I’m late!”
The pillow raised above Louis’ head in a ready strike droops as he loosens his hold and begins to laugh, putting a hand to Nick’s chest and telling him to pipe down. “Sorry, no you’re not. It’s Saturday.”
“Oh.” his shoulders sag in relief as the panic passes, to be replaced with a calculating squint. “So, if that’s not real - is a member of One Direction really sprawled on top of me, wearing my shirt?”
Louis is indeed wearing one of Nick’s checked shirts and absolutely nothing else, undone so a peek of paler belly or a slice of collarbone can be seen when the fabric gives way and his hair is wild at the crown of his head from where he’s been active during the night because even though he’s not sleepwalking much anymore, he’s not that still in bed either.
They look at each other quietly for a moment until Louis clues in that Nick is really looking at him, brushing him mentally with his brown eyes, as his spidery, warm hands come to rest on the indentations and pink carpet burn still visible on his knees from the eventful night before.
“Mm,” he says, awkwardly blinking away from his gaze, “so you do pay attention. It’s very comfy. I might steal it,”
Nick shrugs halfheartedly. “I haven’t been able to stop Harry yet, I doubt I’m gonna stop you and at least we’re fucking.”
His face suddenly brightens like that’s a reminder before his expression slides more into a smirk and Louis makes room so he can sit up and gather him into his arms, kissing his neck in a proper hello, good morning. He tilts his head to give his mouth better access and takes his lip between his teeth to stop a moan as Nick’s hands don’t stay locked around his back for long, trailing to cup his naked arse. When he squeezes, Louis follows his line of sight to see him staring at their reflection in the nearest mirror sat above the drawers spilling some of his clothes.
“Yeah?”
Nick’s eyes snap to him, “So you’re not sore? It was pretty mad last night.”
He reaches back to test a finger almost into himself, still fairly loose and sticky from the night before. “It was. But it’s fine. I’m mostly alright now. In fact,” he pauses to tuck close into Nick’s neck, dropping his voice to a whisper, slowly enunciating each word. I quite like feeling thoroughly - fucked - out.”
“Would you make that offended face you have if I said you look it too? God, are you sure you’re not some crazy sex nymph?” he groans.
Louis bites his tongue because he’s fairly sure he heard somewhere that boys can’t actually be nymphs. “Nah. You’re just probably getting too old for this, mate,”
Nick nips at his earlobe in protest but it’s a lazy response because he’s still trying to wake up. With a sarcastic remark about lying back and thinking of England, Louis tears the wrapper of another condom with his teeth and quickly pours a palmful of lube before putting a hand behind on Nick’s cock. He strokes the lube onto his erection then unthinkingly plants his grip on Nick’s chest, clumsily spreading the stuff everywhere as he rocks back a little, just to hear the catch in his own breath. He stares down into Nick’s rapt face and waggles his eyebrows once before slowly sinking down inch by inch, intent on riding towards another couple of glorious, sunshine-tinted orgasms.
Lately, Louis doesn’t believe there can be a better start to the morning.
fin.