Crush a bit, little bit
Fandom: One Direction
Pairing: Harry/Liam
Warnings: None that matter.
Declaimer: I do not get paid.
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Based on this prompt ( http://1dkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2628.html?thread=2201668#t2201668).
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English isn't my native language so I'm sorry for any mistakes you might find.
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Crush a bit, little bit
Harry vaguely wonders why don’t they do this more often. Because the feeling of Liam pressed between himself and the worn-out couch feels fucking fantastic.
“We are just hugging” he slurs against Liam’s neck and maybe he lets the tip of his tongue outline the words just after they’ve left his mouth.
Liam grins in a way that could pass as sober before giggling against Harry’s chest and snuggling into it. “You are high”. He doesn’t register what Zayn is saying because he’s either making fun of them or reciting inspirational quotes. He’s quite aware of Louis’ eyes on them, though. He doesn’t care.
“‘m not that high, Liam Payne” he says before turning around and grabbing the joint from where it’s burning a whole into Zayn’s coffee table. Liam tightens the grip on his hips as if he were afraid of Harry going somewhere else that isn’t on top of him. He lets out a breathy laugh because, really? He’s not going anywhere. Not now. Not with Liam’s solid body underneath his thighs and Liam’s hot breath dancing in his collarbones.
He takes a hit and the room spins wonderfully.
Liam’s watching his lips intently and maybe Harry is half-hard. He doesn’t quite know. “I want a hit, too” the older boy whines.
“Easy there, Liam” someone says but Harry can’t seem to care who it is because Liam’s lips look so wet and pink and Harry wants them wrapped around something. His hips buck instinctively into Liam’s abs, hard and sharp and Liam fucking moans, eyes closed and all.
Someone lets out a groan and maybe it’s him.
Liam’s hand is still hanging in the air, waiting for Harry to pass the joint and Harry really doesn’t know what he’s doing until he is taking a drag and leaning into Liam’s wet mouth.
(Zayn licks his lips. Louis whines. Niall murmurs something like ‘jesus, fuck’ and flees out of the room.)
They are so close Harry can’t even focus on Liam’s eyes so he closes his own and exhales. Liam stays there, not quite stiff but not quite as relaxed as he was seconds ago. “There’s your hit,” Louis murmurs from afar, even though Harry’s sure he’s still sitting just a few meters away from them, “you are supposed to inhale when he. When he does that” Louis’ voice sounds strangled and high-pitched to Harry, who is still breathing out the remaining smoke.
“You ready this time?” Harry asks, not even bothering to distance himself from Liam enough so that he's not murmuring into his mouth and oh god, he’s so turned on. Liam lets out a holding breath and Harry can taste him in his mouth and he has to physically stop himself from kissing him senseless. He settles for pressing his lips to the corner of Liam's mouth.
“We are not snogging on Zayn’s couch” Liam breathes into Harry’s mouth and the world spins slightly.
“I-I don’t really mind” Zayn says and Harry turns to see him, pressing his cheek to Liam’s mouth. Zayn is sprawled in the couch next to them, eyes dark and hooked on where Liam is placing open-mouthed kisses against his neck.
“Uhm, erm, thank you” Harry says and rolls his hips one, twice against Liam’s t-shirt.
Liam stops to look at him with hazy eyes. “I still want my hit” followed by an “and we are not snogging on Zayn’s couch” but he’s a bit breathless and there’s a smile on his face, so maybe Harry can make him change his mind.
Harry laughs, deep and throaty before throwing his head back and taking another drag from the almost burnt-out joint, and hell, Niall knows how to roll this stuff. Zayn shuffles from his place next to them when Liam grabs the back of Harry’s neck and pulls his down to his lips, making sure to stop when they are almost touching.
“Go on, then” Louis says, out of breath.
Harry blows out and Liam breathes in and fuckfuckfuck, Harry wants to fuck him.
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Hope you liked it.
Plus, title's from Pursuit of happines, by Kid Cudi.
Pairing: Harry/Liam
Warnings: None that matter.
Declaimer: I do not get paid.
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Based on this prompt ( http://1dkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2628.html?thread=2201668#t2201668).
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English isn't my native language so I'm sorry for any mistakes you might find.
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Crush a bit, little bit
Harry vaguely wonders why don’t they do this more often. Because the feeling of Liam pressed between himself and the worn-out couch feels fucking fantastic.
“We are just hugging” he slurs against Liam’s neck and maybe he lets the tip of his tongue outline the words just after they’ve left his mouth.
Liam grins in a way that could pass as sober before giggling against Harry’s chest and snuggling into it. “You are high”. He doesn’t register what Zayn is saying because he’s either making fun of them or reciting inspirational quotes. He’s quite aware of Louis’ eyes on them, though. He doesn’t care.
“‘m not that high, Liam Payne” he says before turning around and grabbing the joint from where it’s burning a whole into Zayn’s coffee table. Liam tightens the grip on his hips as if he were afraid of Harry going somewhere else that isn’t on top of him. He lets out a breathy laugh because, really? He’s not going anywhere. Not now. Not with Liam’s solid body underneath his thighs and Liam’s hot breath dancing in his collarbones.
He takes a hit and the room spins wonderfully.
Liam’s watching his lips intently and maybe Harry is half-hard. He doesn’t quite know. “I want a hit, too” the older boy whines.
“Easy there, Liam” someone says but Harry can’t seem to care who it is because Liam’s lips look so wet and pink and Harry wants them wrapped around something. His hips buck instinctively into Liam’s abs, hard and sharp and Liam fucking moans, eyes closed and all.
Someone lets out a groan and maybe it’s him.
Liam’s hand is still hanging in the air, waiting for Harry to pass the joint and Harry really doesn’t know what he’s doing until he is taking a drag and leaning into Liam’s wet mouth.
(Zayn licks his lips. Louis whines. Niall murmurs something like ‘jesus, fuck’ and flees out of the room.)
They are so close Harry can’t even focus on Liam’s eyes so he closes his own and exhales. Liam stays there, not quite stiff but not quite as relaxed as he was seconds ago. “There’s your hit,” Louis murmurs from afar, even though Harry’s sure he’s still sitting just a few meters away from them, “you are supposed to inhale when he. When he does that” Louis’ voice sounds strangled and high-pitched to Harry, who is still breathing out the remaining smoke.
“You ready this time?” Harry asks, not even bothering to distance himself from Liam enough so that he's not murmuring into his mouth and oh god, he’s so turned on. Liam lets out a holding breath and Harry can taste him in his mouth and he has to physically stop himself from kissing him senseless. He settles for pressing his lips to the corner of Liam's mouth.
“We are not snogging on Zayn’s couch” Liam breathes into Harry’s mouth and the world spins slightly.
“I-I don’t really mind” Zayn says and Harry turns to see him, pressing his cheek to Liam’s mouth. Zayn is sprawled in the couch next to them, eyes dark and hooked on where Liam is placing open-mouthed kisses against his neck.
“Uhm, erm, thank you” Harry says and rolls his hips one, twice against Liam’s t-shirt.
Liam stops to look at him with hazy eyes. “I still want my hit” followed by an “and we are not snogging on Zayn’s couch” but he’s a bit breathless and there’s a smile on his face, so maybe Harry can make him change his mind.
Harry laughs, deep and throaty before throwing his head back and taking another drag from the almost burnt-out joint, and hell, Niall knows how to roll this stuff. Zayn shuffles from his place next to them when Liam grabs the back of Harry’s neck and pulls his down to his lips, making sure to stop when they are almost touching.
“Go on, then” Louis says, out of breath.
Harry blows out and Liam breathes in and fuckfuckfuck, Harry wants to fuck him.
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Hope you liked it.
Plus, title's from Pursuit of happines, by Kid Cudi.