A/N:It would appear that I have no shame whatsoever and I am tainting all of the heartbreaking angst that has come before me with this THING that has been lurking in my fic folder for far too long. Sorry and all that ;)
Title- Relieving Plane Boredom
Louis didn’t like long flights. There had been a time when he would have been happy on a plane, just looking out of the window and watching the clouds, but he wasn’t an excited six-year-old boy any more, and he’d been on so many journeys that he had stopped getting a thrill from flying and started to find it boring.
They had been on the aeroplane for about an hour now and it was just starting to get boring. Niall was rushing up and down chatting to the air hostesses, Liam was playing on his DS and Zayn was drifting in and out of consciousness. It was Harry who caught Louis’ eye, however – sat on a seat in the far corner, knees drawn up to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs, chin on his knees and staring moodily at the floor. He looked lonely, and Louis ached to hold him.
He got up quickly. He had to be with Harry, and he had to be with him now.
Harry glanced up questioningly, and emerald met sapphire as their eyes locked. Immediately, Harry understood; he slid off the chair and started heading towards Louis.
Liam looked up as well. “Louis? You okay?”
“Mmmmm,” Louis muttered.
“Where are you going?”
“Toilet. Need to throw up. Harry, can you…”
Nodding grimly, Harry slid a supporting arm around Louis’ back and helped him towards the toilets. It was lucky, Louis thought as they slid inside and he closed the door, that the toilets in First Class were so much larger than the standard ones. It would make this so much less awkward.
Harry dropped his arm. “You okay, Lou?” he asked. His voice burned with anxiety. “Here, I’ll help –”
“Shut up,” Louis muttered. “I’m not going to throw up.”
Blinking, Harry said, “Oh, okay. You coming back out then?” He reached for the door control.
Louis grabbed his hand and held it still. “For pity’s sake, Styles, you don’t make it easy to get some alone time with you, do you?” His mouth met Harry’s neck and kissed it reverently.
“Mmmmm…” Harry muttered. He shook his head, trembling with desire, and said “Louis, not here – we can’t – we’ll get caught –”
“Not if you’re quiet,” Louis whispered. His mouth crept up Harry’s neck and onto his jaw.
Harry whimpered quietly. His fingers tangled in Louis’ mud-encrusted hair.
“Good boy,” Louis murmured playfully. He leaned up, pushing Harry’s hair back, finding a place on his neck that was covered in curls – and then Harry’s pupils dilated.
“It’s a good job I haven’t been for a haircut lately,” he whispered – and then Louis’ mouth was warm on his neck and Harry melted into the love bite. He nuzzled into Louis’ neck and then moaned against his skin as Louis altered the pressure of his mouth.
“Ssssssh,” Louis hissed.
“Can’t…help it…” Harry muttered as Louis’ mouth wandered lovingly down his neck.
Louis wiggled his eyebrows – and then his hands trailed down Harry’s back, tracing down his spine, and Harry’s whole body trembled. He pressed Harry up against the wall, acutely aware to be careful and not push Harry too hard, but fighting against his own desire all the while. Harry’s hands left his hair and found his neck, and as those soft fingertips brushed against Louis’ bare neck it was his turn to hold back a moan. Harry laughed quietly and dragged his mouth down to Louis’, kissing him hard and nibbling lightly on his lower lip. Louis sighed – and then Harry opened his mouth, and Louis went to stick his tongue down Harry’s throat.
Harry bit it.
It wasn’t a hard bite; it was loving and playful and it made Louis gasp out loud, his whole body shaking and his eyes wide.
“Bastard,” he moaned.
“You love it,” Harry accused playfully.
Harry’s hands were wandering now; down Louis’ back and then onto his waist, then his hips, pulling him closer. Their bodies were melting together and Louis nearly giggled to himself because they’d never been this close before for long; Harry had always pulled away…but he wasn’t pulling back now; he was dragging Louis closer, and soon they wouldn’t be able to stop and Louis was sure that they were about to have sex in an aeroplane toilet.
“Planning on joining the Mile High Club, Styles?” he teased breathlessly.
Harry’s eyes were wickedly amused; they sparkled perfect emerald green and Louis nearly fainted at the pure gorgeousness of Harry’s amazing dark brown curls and his adorable flirty smile and God, those dimples…
“It’s not a possibility I’ve ruled out,” Harry murmured.
Louis moved his hands to Harry’s back, pulling him in closer. He couldn’t stop now, and he didn’t think Harry could either – certainly neither of them wanted to stop. Their lips moved together with a new urgency, and Harry’s hands slid down inside Louis’ borrowed sweatpants even as Louis’ slid inside Harry’s shirt. He had no idea what would happen next – after all, neither of them had any kind of experience in this department – but he knew that something would, and he hoped it would happen soon. He was so warm now; his borrowed shirt was sticking to him and his hair was starting to get so sweaty that the mud was working itself loose and dropping out onto the floor in lumps. Harry was bright pink and the humidity was shocking the curls out of his hair. Louis could feel Harry trembling underneath his hands, but with anticipation and not fear. Their lips whispered against each other, and Louis could barely tear his mouth away for long enough to whisper
Harry took a deep breath and said “Yeah…” He laughed in amazement. “This is insane. I’m about to have sex in an aeroplane loo with my best friend…that’s not quite the outcome I expected from the X-Factor.”
Louis laughed as well, liking the way the laughter seemed to move him closer to Harry. “Nah, me neither. But I wouldn’t swap it for the world.”
They touched their foreheads together, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry leaned down, and Louis, ever so slightly shorter, stretched up. Their lips met, moving again together, so sweetly…and Louis pulled his hands out of Harry’s shirt and started fumbling with the buttons.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Oi!” Niall yelled, bashing impatiently on the door. “Are you two not done in there yet? How long does it take to throw up? Jesus!”
Instantly, Harry snatched his hands out of Louis’ sweatpants and shoved him backwards. Kneeling down, he groaned loudly and made several extremely convincing vomit-noises, chucking some of the clumps of mud from Louis’ hair into the toilet to make the right sort of splashing noise.
“Ew!” Niall yelled. “That’s gross! Harry, is that you, man?”
“Um…yeah,” Harry called shakily. He didn’t realize that his vomit noises would sound so different from Louis’. “Uh…sympathy-sicker.”
Wiping his arm across his forehead, he nodded weakly at Louis and then opened the door.
Niall peered in accusingly as Harry hurriedly flushed the toilet. “Man, I never had you down as the sympathy-sicker type.”
Harry shrugged and swallowed lamely. “Me neither, didn’t think I was like that…guess I never watched someone throw up before.”
Louis patted him nervously on the back, hoping that Niall wouldn’t see how badly his hands were shaking. “Not surprising, mate; you shouldn’t have got so close.”
Niall sniffed suspiciously. “You don’t smell like sick.”
“What is this, the Spanish inquisition?” Harry snapped. “Jesus, Niall, we’re not even in Spain yet.” He wiped his sweaty forehead again.
Liam suddenly appeared between them. “You don’t look pale either. In fact, the opposite; you’re bright red.”
“Whatever,” Harry said sharply, “thanks for the diagnosis, Doctor Liam, but there’s no air con in there – I just got a bit warm, that’s all. Probably what made me sick.” Shoving past his bandmates, he went back and scrunched up in his chair, glaring out of the window.
“What’s his problem?” Niall demanded.
Louis plastered a weak smile across his face. “Dunno,” he said faintly. “He’s just been sick; it’s enough to put anyone in a foul mood I guess.”