A Kiss Isn't Just A Kiss
Fandom: One Direction
Pairing: Harry/Louis, Harry/Liam
Warning: None that matter.
Fandom: One Direction
Pairing: Harry/Louis, Harry/Liam
Warning: Slash? Slight sexual stuff
Declaimer: I do not get paid.
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Based on this prompt from the 1dkinkmeme. http://1dkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2628.html?thread=1547844#t1547844
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English isn't my native language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes you might find.
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A Kiss Isn't Just A Kiss
Maybe Harry Styles wants a relationship.
(He isn’t pleased with the realisation.)
*****
Harry frowns, afternoon sun kissing his skin and he can just feel how his arms and chest are a bit sweaty in the places where Louis is pressed against him. He really wants to get up and get a shower because he doesn’t like the way Louis smells when he hasn’t showered even if they had been playing football the day before, and now the smell is all over his arms and hair. Then he frowns a little more because, yet again, Louis didn’t have the decency to actually clean himself up after last night’s sex.
He growls (actually growls) when Louis tightens their embrace and finds out he doesn’t care about waking the older boy up while untangling himself and getting into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door or put underwear.
“Everything alright, Harry?” Louis asks with sleepy voice and Harry grunts in response even though he is sure Louis has already resumed his sleeping.
He looks at his tired eyes and the slightly-darkened bags under them. What the fuck, Harold? He asks to the foreign figure in front of him but he finds it impossible to answer. The steam from the shower is getting everywhere and the urge to get the stink out of his hair comes back before he gets too worried about the unanswered question.
He’s humming lowly and feels wetting hands creeping up from his tights until they are landing on his cheeks. Louis slaps him softly and they shower silently because they really don’t need any words to communicate.
*****
Harry growls again when Louis presses his erection to his hip.
He shrugs and turns around because it’s sex and Harry is a teenage boy.
*****
Harry smiles at Louis from across the breakfast table and Louis smiles back. It’s the closest Harry’s had to a relationship ever since they auditioned for the X-Factor and he isn’t quite sure if he likes the way it has developed. Harry wants to fall head-over-heels with Louis because he knows they would be all he’s ever wanted in a couple, it’s easy, and nice, and the sex is quite mind-blowing. What they have is not a relationship, though, because even if it would be perfect and his dream-came-true, Harry knows they wouldn’t make it three days.
When he’s with Louis, in that kind of way, he feels like if his life and energy are being sucked out by every touch and smile (because they don’t kiss, never ever) and what is that? A relationship is supposed to have the opposite effect on people.
He loves the older boy, and he loves having sex with him.
He just isn’t in love with him.
*****
It’s the way Louis smiles while looking at his phone that gives him away (because Harry just knows he’s answering to Eleanor’s text).
They are currently all hanging out at his and Louis’ suite and Harry secretly loves the way Liam is plastered next to him (and for a few moments he lets himself think it’s because is someone else than Louis, but deep in his heart he knows is because Liam smells nice and clean and soap-y).
He texts Louis because he’s too tired to get up and talk to the older boy (or maybe because Liam’s hair is brushing his jaw slightly).
‘Good news? Harry xx’
He hears the familiar bip and Louis is looking at him from the armchair next to the window where he has been texting his girlfriend for over and hour. Louis looks at him strangely and then looks at the way Liam is almost drooling into Harry’s shirt and smiles before replying.
‘You tell me. Louis xx’
*****
They have sex again and, for a moment, they look at each other and silently ask one another if they want to kiss and Harry finds it amusing when they both look away, smiling slightly (lips not touching, not even brushing). Harry’s laugh is throaty and he keeps rocking his hips because they don’t find it weird that they are best mates and they are fucking each other. He suddenly wonders if he would be capable of keep with this behaviour if he was fucking someone else, if he was fucking Liam.
He pushes the thought away.
It’s pure sex and it is beautiful and completely unattached because Louis has a girlfriend (that is actually ok with their situation, like, seriously, what’s with that?) whom he loves.
*****
It’s the most stupid thing but he founds himself not being capable of peeling his eyes of the older boy while Liam’s doing one of his goofy twitcams, and he doesn’t even realize it until Louis laughs at him.
“Just don’t make out with my laptop, young Harry” Louis breathes between handfuls of laughter and Harry blushes.
“Fuck off, Louis” he replies defensively but he knows he’s blushing and Louis almost spits his water when Harry grins (like a stupid twelve-year-old girl) at Liam dancing ridiculously at a song. “I mean it!” he adds more forcefully this time, “just fuck off!”
And then Louis is straddling him and Harry isn’t really mad at him but he’s annoyed that Liam’s internet rambling is disturbed by Louis giving him lovebites. But, what the hell, he’s still a teenager and so he just embraces the smaller frame in front of him and turns them around.
*****
Harry feels a little bad afterwards because maybe, and just maybe, the fact than Liam’s voice was playing at the background was what got him going and Louis latter confessed that was the best sex they had ever had.
(Harry wonders if Liam’s voice helped Louis the same way it helped Harry.)
*****
After that night Harry just can’t look t Liam because every time he does he remembers his voice and how hearing him beatboxing made him spill inside of Louis.
So, when Liam asks what’s wrong, Harry shrugs and tells him he’s tired.
“Sleep, then” Liam suggests with a smile and the younger lad wants the earth to swallow him whole because how is he supposed to stand there and watch Liam Payne smile when Harry basically just got off by hearing him rant about random stuff?
“Uhm, can’t sleep” Harry says quickly when he realizes he’s been quiet for too long, just staring at Liam.
“I bet you can, you just have to watch one of those boring documentaries you hate and you’ll be sleeping in matter of seconds!” Liam says and it’s only a second before he’s already skipping channels until he founds a documentary that looks boring enough to make any historian snore.
Harry spreads down on the leathery couch and thinks that maybe it’s not a bad idea to actually sleep for a bit.
And then suddenly Liam’s resting his broad shoulders on his chest and his fucking hair is in Harry’s nose and Harry loves the new shampoo. He shrugs slightly and tries to sleep, the deep voice of the man narrating the documentary serving as a lullaby.
*****
He wakes up a few hours later and his butt hurts.
He contemplates getting up and stretching a bit before he realizes Liam’s still asleep between his thighs. Harry smiles at the mop of messy hair and at the way the strong arms are wrapped around one of his legs. He decides that no, he isn’t going to wake Liam up.
*****
He locks his door that night.
*****
“Hey!” Louis salutes him while entering to the kitchenette, “I tried to snuggle last night but your door was closed?”
“I was tired,” Harry lies, “I wanted a full night of just sleeping.”
“So it wasn’t enough that you had already slept almost three hours beforehand?” Louis asks, one of his eyebrows rocketing upwards until it’s almost touching his hairline. Harry blushes and curses inwards because why should he be blushing? “No” he answers simply and presses play on his iPod, successfully shutting Louis out.
He still can see how Louis mutters something that looks like “Did he beatboxed the hell out of you?” and the younger band member shuts his eyes trying to fight the blush that he feels is coming.
The song is over and Harry opens one eye arrogantly but notices Louis has an enormous grin plastered to his face and is still looking at him, Harry can’t help the smile that spreads through his face because that’s how they are. They aren’t some old married couple, they don’t fight and they don’t get hard feelings. They are friends and friends are supposed to be like this, they are supposed to insult each other because that’s how they express affection.
“Fuck off, Louis” Harry says and Louis’ grinning combusts into an uncontrollable laughter.
*****
They don’t have sex anymore and Harry is fine with that (because he found Liam’s twitcam on YouTube).
Louis simply buys an airplane ticket for Eleanor.
*****
He’s been nursing the same beer for almost an hour now and Niall raises an eyebrow on his direction.
Harry frowns and shots an angry look at Danielle from where she’s tanning her amazingly long legs and perfect abdomen. Liam is next to her, sipping his Coke and holding hands with the beautiful, sun-kissed dancer. Zayn is no-where to be seen.
Niall smiles a little and Harry knows he knows because maybe he’s a little obvious when he smiles at Liam (and he’s using his super smile, the one Niall’s only seen after they won the BRIT award) and probably the whole universe is aware of that except Liam.
He can tell Danielle’s watching him carefully and it doesn’t go unnoticed to Harry the way she clenches Liam’s hand when he walks nearby. Definitely the whole freaking galaxy knows about his little crush. But Harry is surprisingly okay with that because he’s always been open and a tad bit shameless. He just wishes Liam would already notice it because Harry can’t wait to see his reaction.
Plus, it’s fun to see Danielle’s little wrinkles get more prominent when he stretches his hand and takes Liam’s free one.
******
The first time they kiss it’s supposed to be awkward, but it really isn’t.
It’s perfect.
Harry’s smiles at the way Liam’s got both his legs tucked underneath him at the porch swing lying on the week’s hotel’s garden. Harry feels the urge to cry and it startles him because why? Why? Why? He really doesn’t understand the way his throat closes a little bit more with every step he takes towards the brunette.
“You okay, mate?” Harry asks and his voice comes out strangled.
“I just hung up with Danielle,” he says and turns around to look directly into his eyes and all Harry can think about is the tension he feels at the bottom of his abdomen and wonders how the hell has Liam managed to not realize the emotions that seem to be pouring out of his pores.
“Oh” Harry replies because what is he supposed to say?
“She accused me of having some kind of relationship with you?” he says and let’s out a breathy, little laugh. Harry isn’t sure why does it sound as if it was a question.
“Why would she think that?” Harry asks, clearing his throat and taking the seat next to Liam on the swing.
“She told me you are the only thing I talk about” Liam whispers some seconds later, changing topic and their eyes meet again and Liam, how can you not feel it? Asks the mental voice of none other than Zayn (and Harry really starts to question his mental stability).
Liam doesn’t lean but Harry yet finds some kind of encouragement (and maybe is the little sparkle in the other’s eyes) to stretch his hand and cup Liam’s cheekbone. Once he is sure Liam isn’t going to slap it away he moves it to the nape of his neck and closes his eyes before brushing his lips slightly against Liam’s red ones.
He’s never wanted anyone so much.
Liam’s lips are silk, extended and white and pure and soft and everything Harry’s ever wanted.
*****
Harry stares at their entwined hands and realizes he would rather press his forehead into Liam’s than rock his hips to the sound of Louis’ moans.
Because it means a lot more.
*****
Maybe Harry Styles is in a relationship.
(He is a bit ecstatic with the realisation.)
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Hope you liked it.
Pairing: Harry/Louis, Harry/Liam
Warning: None that matter.
Fandom: One Direction
Pairing: Harry/Louis, Harry/Liam
Warning: Slash? Slight sexual stuff
Declaimer: I do not get paid.
---
Based on this prompt from the 1dkinkmeme. http://1dkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2628.html?thread=1547844#t1547844
---
English isn't my native language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes you might find.
---
A Kiss Isn't Just A Kiss
Maybe Harry Styles wants a relationship.
(He isn’t pleased with the realisation.)
*****
Harry frowns, afternoon sun kissing his skin and he can just feel how his arms and chest are a bit sweaty in the places where Louis is pressed against him. He really wants to get up and get a shower because he doesn’t like the way Louis smells when he hasn’t showered even if they had been playing football the day before, and now the smell is all over his arms and hair. Then he frowns a little more because, yet again, Louis didn’t have the decency to actually clean himself up after last night’s sex.
He growls (actually growls) when Louis tightens their embrace and finds out he doesn’t care about waking the older boy up while untangling himself and getting into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door or put underwear.
“Everything alright, Harry?” Louis asks with sleepy voice and Harry grunts in response even though he is sure Louis has already resumed his sleeping.
He looks at his tired eyes and the slightly-darkened bags under them. What the fuck, Harold? He asks to the foreign figure in front of him but he finds it impossible to answer. The steam from the shower is getting everywhere and the urge to get the stink out of his hair comes back before he gets too worried about the unanswered question.
He’s humming lowly and feels wetting hands creeping up from his tights until they are landing on his cheeks. Louis slaps him softly and they shower silently because they really don’t need any words to communicate.
*****
Harry growls again when Louis presses his erection to his hip.
He shrugs and turns around because it’s sex and Harry is a teenage boy.
*****
Harry smiles at Louis from across the breakfast table and Louis smiles back. It’s the closest Harry’s had to a relationship ever since they auditioned for the X-Factor and he isn’t quite sure if he likes the way it has developed. Harry wants to fall head-over-heels with Louis because he knows they would be all he’s ever wanted in a couple, it’s easy, and nice, and the sex is quite mind-blowing. What they have is not a relationship, though, because even if it would be perfect and his dream-came-true, Harry knows they wouldn’t make it three days.
When he’s with Louis, in that kind of way, he feels like if his life and energy are being sucked out by every touch and smile (because they don’t kiss, never ever) and what is that? A relationship is supposed to have the opposite effect on people.
He loves the older boy, and he loves having sex with him.
He just isn’t in love with him.
*****
It’s the way Louis smiles while looking at his phone that gives him away (because Harry just knows he’s answering to Eleanor’s text).
They are currently all hanging out at his and Louis’ suite and Harry secretly loves the way Liam is plastered next to him (and for a few moments he lets himself think it’s because is someone else than Louis, but deep in his heart he knows is because Liam smells nice and clean and soap-y).
He texts Louis because he’s too tired to get up and talk to the older boy (or maybe because Liam’s hair is brushing his jaw slightly).
‘Good news? Harry xx’
He hears the familiar bip and Louis is looking at him from the armchair next to the window where he has been texting his girlfriend for over and hour. Louis looks at him strangely and then looks at the way Liam is almost drooling into Harry’s shirt and smiles before replying.
‘You tell me. Louis xx’
*****
They have sex again and, for a moment, they look at each other and silently ask one another if they want to kiss and Harry finds it amusing when they both look away, smiling slightly (lips not touching, not even brushing). Harry’s laugh is throaty and he keeps rocking his hips because they don’t find it weird that they are best mates and they are fucking each other. He suddenly wonders if he would be capable of keep with this behaviour if he was fucking someone else, if he was fucking Liam.
He pushes the thought away.
It’s pure sex and it is beautiful and completely unattached because Louis has a girlfriend (that is actually ok with their situation, like, seriously, what’s with that?) whom he loves.
*****
It’s the most stupid thing but he founds himself not being capable of peeling his eyes of the older boy while Liam’s doing one of his goofy twitcams, and he doesn’t even realize it until Louis laughs at him.
“Just don’t make out with my laptop, young Harry” Louis breathes between handfuls of laughter and Harry blushes.
“Fuck off, Louis” he replies defensively but he knows he’s blushing and Louis almost spits his water when Harry grins (like a stupid twelve-year-old girl) at Liam dancing ridiculously at a song. “I mean it!” he adds more forcefully this time, “just fuck off!”
And then Louis is straddling him and Harry isn’t really mad at him but he’s annoyed that Liam’s internet rambling is disturbed by Louis giving him lovebites. But, what the hell, he’s still a teenager and so he just embraces the smaller frame in front of him and turns them around.
*****
Harry feels a little bad afterwards because maybe, and just maybe, the fact than Liam’s voice was playing at the background was what got him going and Louis latter confessed that was the best sex they had ever had.
(Harry wonders if Liam’s voice helped Louis the same way it helped Harry.)
*****
After that night Harry just can’t look t Liam because every time he does he remembers his voice and how hearing him beatboxing made him spill inside of Louis.
So, when Liam asks what’s wrong, Harry shrugs and tells him he’s tired.
“Sleep, then” Liam suggests with a smile and the younger lad wants the earth to swallow him whole because how is he supposed to stand there and watch Liam Payne smile when Harry basically just got off by hearing him rant about random stuff?
“Uhm, can’t sleep” Harry says quickly when he realizes he’s been quiet for too long, just staring at Liam.
“I bet you can, you just have to watch one of those boring documentaries you hate and you’ll be sleeping in matter of seconds!” Liam says and it’s only a second before he’s already skipping channels until he founds a documentary that looks boring enough to make any historian snore.
Harry spreads down on the leathery couch and thinks that maybe it’s not a bad idea to actually sleep for a bit.
And then suddenly Liam’s resting his broad shoulders on his chest and his fucking hair is in Harry’s nose and Harry loves the new shampoo. He shrugs slightly and tries to sleep, the deep voice of the man narrating the documentary serving as a lullaby.
*****
He wakes up a few hours later and his butt hurts.
He contemplates getting up and stretching a bit before he realizes Liam’s still asleep between his thighs. Harry smiles at the mop of messy hair and at the way the strong arms are wrapped around one of his legs. He decides that no, he isn’t going to wake Liam up.
*****
He locks his door that night.
*****
“Hey!” Louis salutes him while entering to the kitchenette, “I tried to snuggle last night but your door was closed?”
“I was tired,” Harry lies, “I wanted a full night of just sleeping.”
“So it wasn’t enough that you had already slept almost three hours beforehand?” Louis asks, one of his eyebrows rocketing upwards until it’s almost touching his hairline. Harry blushes and curses inwards because why should he be blushing? “No” he answers simply and presses play on his iPod, successfully shutting Louis out.
He still can see how Louis mutters something that looks like “Did he beatboxed the hell out of you?” and the younger band member shuts his eyes trying to fight the blush that he feels is coming.
The song is over and Harry opens one eye arrogantly but notices Louis has an enormous grin plastered to his face and is still looking at him, Harry can’t help the smile that spreads through his face because that’s how they are. They aren’t some old married couple, they don’t fight and they don’t get hard feelings. They are friends and friends are supposed to be like this, they are supposed to insult each other because that’s how they express affection.
“Fuck off, Louis” Harry says and Louis’ grinning combusts into an uncontrollable laughter.
*****
They don’t have sex anymore and Harry is fine with that (because he found Liam’s twitcam on YouTube).
Louis simply buys an airplane ticket for Eleanor.
*****
He’s been nursing the same beer for almost an hour now and Niall raises an eyebrow on his direction.
Harry frowns and shots an angry look at Danielle from where she’s tanning her amazingly long legs and perfect abdomen. Liam is next to her, sipping his Coke and holding hands with the beautiful, sun-kissed dancer. Zayn is no-where to be seen.
Niall smiles a little and Harry knows he knows because maybe he’s a little obvious when he smiles at Liam (and he’s using his super smile, the one Niall’s only seen after they won the BRIT award) and probably the whole universe is aware of that except Liam.
He can tell Danielle’s watching him carefully and it doesn’t go unnoticed to Harry the way she clenches Liam’s hand when he walks nearby. Definitely the whole freaking galaxy knows about his little crush. But Harry is surprisingly okay with that because he’s always been open and a tad bit shameless. He just wishes Liam would already notice it because Harry can’t wait to see his reaction.
Plus, it’s fun to see Danielle’s little wrinkles get more prominent when he stretches his hand and takes Liam’s free one.
******
The first time they kiss it’s supposed to be awkward, but it really isn’t.
It’s perfect.
Harry’s smiles at the way Liam’s got both his legs tucked underneath him at the porch swing lying on the week’s hotel’s garden. Harry feels the urge to cry and it startles him because why? Why? Why? He really doesn’t understand the way his throat closes a little bit more with every step he takes towards the brunette.
“You okay, mate?” Harry asks and his voice comes out strangled.
“I just hung up with Danielle,” he says and turns around to look directly into his eyes and all Harry can think about is the tension he feels at the bottom of his abdomen and wonders how the hell has Liam managed to not realize the emotions that seem to be pouring out of his pores.
“Oh” Harry replies because what is he supposed to say?
“She accused me of having some kind of relationship with you?” he says and let’s out a breathy, little laugh. Harry isn’t sure why does it sound as if it was a question.
“Why would she think that?” Harry asks, clearing his throat and taking the seat next to Liam on the swing.
“She told me you are the only thing I talk about” Liam whispers some seconds later, changing topic and their eyes meet again and Liam, how can you not feel it? Asks the mental voice of none other than Zayn (and Harry really starts to question his mental stability).
Liam doesn’t lean but Harry yet finds some kind of encouragement (and maybe is the little sparkle in the other’s eyes) to stretch his hand and cup Liam’s cheekbone. Once he is sure Liam isn’t going to slap it away he moves it to the nape of his neck and closes his eyes before brushing his lips slightly against Liam’s red ones.
He’s never wanted anyone so much.
Liam’s lips are silk, extended and white and pure and soft and everything Harry’s ever wanted.
*****
Harry stares at their entwined hands and realizes he would rather press his forehead into Liam’s than rock his hips to the sound of Louis’ moans.
Because it means a lot more.
*****
Maybe Harry Styles is in a relationship.
(He is a bit ecstatic with the realisation.)
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Hope you liked it.