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“Ugh, but I HATE long distance flights, Z!” Louis groaned into his phone as he let himself fall into the seat at the gate. He was already in a bad mood, having been dropped off at the airport way too early which had him somehow have to make 4 hours pass. For a while he had played Mario Kart on his switch, but eventually the battery died, which left Louis with nothing else to do.
“You knew you had to come home at some point, Lou,” Zayn tried to reason with his friend from the other end of the line. “I told you doing a sabbatical in bloody America was a bad idea. You didn’t want to listen.”
“Go hard or go home. I’m not taking time off work to see the world to end up going to a country I could do a weekend trip to,” Louis said. He was snappy and he knew it, but he really wasn’t looking forward to his 10 hour overnight flight. Zayn was just in the unfortunate position to be his best friend which automatically meant he had to listen to Louis complain.
“Whatever, Lou. Just try and sleep. You’re literally flying through the night. Just…be normal for once.”
Louis snorted. “What is that supposed to mean?! Do you think I’m not normal?!”
He could hear Zayn sigh through the phone. “You know what? I gotta go. I forgot I have a…study group,” Zayn stammered.
“A study group, sure. You’re a shit liar, Z. Just say that you don’t want to talk to me.”
“Okay, fine. You’re a pain in the ass, Lou. Do both of us a favour and sleep on the fucking plane so you can sleep away your crankiness until I pick your ass up from the airport. Love you, bye.” With that he heard a click, Zayn had ended the call.
Louis’ mouth stood open in shock, Zayn was never bold like this, usually he was rather quiet, ignoring Louis’ bullshit for the most part. It was normally Liam that talked back. But maybe this time Louis really had overdone it.
Zayn hanging up on him again left Louis with nothing to do, so he started observing the people sitting with him at the gate. There was a family of five, mum and dad with three kids. Louis sincerely hoped that they were seated as far away as possible from him, the smallest one was probably not even a year old and he had enough siblings to be over crying babies now, especially at night when he was trying to sleep.
Then there was an old couple, the woman knitting while her husband was snoring next to her already, his head dropping on her shoulder. Rare these days, to see something like that, Louis thought to himself. He couldn’t help it, somewhere deep down under all the sassiness he was a hopeless romantic.
The rest of the passengers consisted of either business people or what Louis considered ‘normal’ tourists, people travelling alone or with their partners or friends. People like Louis. Hopefully he didn’t end up next to the loved up couple that was sitting two rows away from him. Louis really wasn’t in the mood for young love, his last breakup was the reason for his time abroad after all.
Things with Stan had looked so promising, it was the first time that Louis ever considered himself in love. They had known each other since secondary school, but fell in love when they met again at football after their ways had parted, both of them heading to different schools for their A-levels. It was easy with Stan, somehow familiar. They had been friends before, so the base was there. Louis had his first sexual experiences with a man with Stan. Foolishly he had thought that they’d be together for the rest of their lives, that it was like in those stupid Hollywood movies where people met the love of their life in high school and stayed together until one of them died.
But real life turned out to be nothing like that. Eventually after 3 years together Stan broke up with him, claiming they were ‘slowly growing apart’ and he needed a ‘fresh start’. Louis thought that it was just the polite way to tell him that Stan got bored and tired of him. Naturally it hurt a lot, it made Louis call in sick and stay home for a whole week until Zayn and Liam eventually intervened and dragged him out. Louis partied and slept around for a while, trying to cope with losing what he thought was the love of his life, until he eventually realized that it just wasn’t his thing. He had always been one to get attached quickly, so the concept of one night stands didn’t exactly work out well and he definitely didn’t need his heart broken into even more pieces, so he decided to go away for a bit. A change of scenery and new people would definitely help him get over Stan.
And it did. It had been scary at first, travelling all alone to a foreign country. But he made friends in LA pretty quickly and ended up having a fabulous time. In fact, if it weren’t for his two best friends, Louis would have probably stayed here. But as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he missed Zayn and Liam. And he was still paying rent for the room in their shared flat.
Louis’ phone buzzed on the empty seat next to him, the notification on the lockscreen showing a text from Liam.
Liam: Wow, you really pissed Z off, what did you do this time?
Louis smirked. Sharing is caring.
Louis: Nothing, just being my bright, cheerful self I guess. Have fun dealing with him.
He could see the three dots pop up showing that Liam was typing when the announcement for the boarding of his flight blared through the speakers. Louis pulled his passport and boarding pass from his backpack before he shouldered it and moved to the gate.
The lady at the gate smiled politely as she asked Louis for his travel documents, which he handed her without a word. Contrary to his sassy demeanor towards his friends he was quite introverted towards people he didn’t know.
“Thank you very much, you’re good to go,” the woman said as she gave Louis back his documents and he pocketed them before he walked down the gateway to the plane, phone still in hand.
Liam: Apologize. I’m not dealing with him being like this. If you don’t you can take the train home from the airport.
That, right there on his phone, was a serious threat. It was a 40 minute car ride home, but taking the train would take Louis over two hours, including having to change trains twice with a heavy ass suitcase. He surely wouldn’t do that.
Louis: …fine.
As soon as Louis had found his seat, 32A, a window seat, he flopped down on the uncomfortable seat, knowing full well his back would kill him when he got off the plane in London. He opened the chat with Zayn.
Louis: You done being pissed at me?
Zayn: No. You’re a shithead.
Louis: Thanks, love you too. Stop being a dick, will ya?
Zayn: You should take your own advice on that. On the plane yet?
Louis: Knew you couldn’t be mad at me for long. x Just boarded.
Zayn: I’ll enjoy the final 10 hours where I don’t have to see your annoying face to the fullest. Nice neighbours?
Louis looked around. Thankfully the family with the small kids seemed to be at the front of the plane, so far enough away as to not disturb Louis. A business man was occupying the aisle seat, the seat in between still vacant currently.
Louis: Could be worse, I guess. But the seat next to me is still empty, so we’ll see.
Just as he hit send Louis heard a deep voice speak politely to the man in the aisle seat. “Hey, I’m sorry, would you mind letting me in? I got the middle seat.”
Louis looked up to see a tall, broad shouldered guy with long, curly, brown hair and a hideous Hawaiian shirt. Louis focused his attention back on his phone as the guy squeezed into the row. For once, Louis was glad that he wasn’t the tallest, at least it gave him a little leg room, as opposed to the middle seat guy.
Louis: Guy just showed up, fucking giant he is. Hope he stays in his seat.
Just then Louis’ arm was shoved off the armrest. His head snapped around to look at the man sitting next to him.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” the guy said apologetically, looking up from his lap where his Ray Ban sunglasses had fallen to. “Dropped my sunglasses. Tried to catch them and must have elbowed you in the process. Sorry again.”
Louis wanted to say something, he really did, but he was mesmerized by the guy’s eyes. They were emerald green and looked incredibly warm and kind. Louis felt a blush creep up his neck so he forced his gaze away from the man. “No worries,” he muttered as he looked out of the window, the airport employees loading the cargo into the plane suddenly demanding his full attention until the phone in his hand vibrated.
Zayn: Good thing you’re a smol bean then.
Louis: Code red. Help.
Zayn: What happened?!
Louis: He’s hot. Like fucking HOT, Z.
Zayn: Umm, help me out? I don’t see the problem?
Louis: What do you mean, you don’t see the problem? I’m sat next to an insanely hot guy for over 10 hours and have to somehow keep my cool!
Louis groaned in annoyance while he watched the three moving dots, waiting for Zayn to finally hit send. He either typed half a novel or rewrote a three word answer 50 times, there was no in between. Either way, it took forever, so Louis double texted.
Louis: HELP!
Zayn: What exactly do you want me to do, Louis?! You’re on a plane thousands of miles away, not like I can get you out of there. But I wanna see. For science, of course. ;)
For a moment Louis just stared at his phone screen, eyes wide in shock and disbelief, before he pulled himself together and started typing again.
Louis: What do you mean you wanna see? Not like I can exactly show you.
Zayn: But you can. Just take a picture of him.
Louis snorted, pulling the attention of both the hot guy and the aisle guy on him, shooting them an apologetic look before he looked out the window again, face now crimson red from embarrassment. He waited until both of his neighbours had busied themselves again before he typed his reply.
Louis: Are you insane? ‘Just take a picture’?! I don’t even know the guy, I can’t just ask him for a picture, can I..
Zayn: Just do it sneakily, without him knowing. Ninja stealth mode. He won’t notice.
Louis suppressed a groan. He loved his friends, but sometimes they did his head in, both Liam and Zayn equally. But now that Zayn knew about the guy being hot he wouldn’t let it go. So the only way out for Louis was to take the bloody picture.
Louis: And how exactly do I ‘sneakily’ take this fucking picture for you? Care to instruct me?
Zayn: Oh Louis, use your head for once. Pretend to take a selfie with him in the background. Easy.
Louis: Yeah, for you, ‘cause you’re not the one having to do it.
Zayn: :)
Right, he needed to be sneaky. Louis in no way wanted the hot guy to notice that he was snapping a picture of him. He definitely doesn’t need to know that I think he’s fit.
For a while Louis pretended to play around with his phone, testing angles and zoom settings that allowed him to get the curly lad into the picture with him. He snapped a few pictures of himself just for the pretence of the whole thing, in case the whole stealthy ninja plan blew up. But so far the guy didn’t look up from his iPad.
Alright, this is it, Louis thought, preparing to take the shot. He had Snapchat open, then posed so the hot guy was also in the camera frame. Louis thought himself safe, the guy’s eyes still fixed on the screen of the iPad in front of him, so he pressed the button, focusing on himself in the camera, Zayn would never let him live it down if he looked as tortured by the whole thing as he felt.
Louis was about to send the snap to Zayn, but then he saw it. Two green eyes looking back at him from the screen. From his phone screen. Hot guy had fucking looked straight into the camera. He typed a quick ‘hope you’re happy now’ and hit send, then closed the app, switching his phone to flight mode before he slipped it into the pocket of his sweats. His cheeks were burning from embarrassment, Louis seriously contemplated if jumping out of the airplane window was a reasonable option. There was just no way he would make it through the 10 hour flight now.
Luckily the plane started to be reversed out of the parking position by the pushback tractor, the crew blabbering on about the safety precautions. Louis turned his full attention to the little safety instructions film on the screen in front of him, pretending the hot guy wasn’t even there. Suddenly it was very important to him to check if the next emergency exit was in fact located behind him or not. Everything to not look at the man.
“You know, you could have just asked,” the deep voice said from beside him just as the cabin crew was preparing for the takeoff and the plane rolled onto the runway. Louis’ eyes snapped to the green-eyed owner of the voice next to him. “I wouldn’t have said no to a picture. I don’t turn down attractive men,” hot guy added with a wink.
Oh god, this just gets worse and worse, Louis thought, groaning internally. He didn’t manage to say anything back though. He wouldn’t know what to say anyway. Instead he just rolled his eyes before he busied himself with watching all the colorful lights around the runway until the plane finally left the ground.
3 hours into the flight Louis finally started to relax. Hot guy hadn’t tried to make further conversation and Louis had plugged his headphones into the on-board entertainment system as soon as they had reached their cruising altitude, opting for some weird action movie he wasn’t really interested in. He didn’t dare look over to see what hot guy was doing, but saw his chance when the aisle guy got up and walked to the front of the plane, probably to use the lavatory.
Louis’ bladder had been bugging him ever since he had chugged down the whole bottle of water he had bought just before boarding, the liquid wanting back out about an hour into the flight, but Louis couldn’t bring himself to talk to hot guy to let him out to use the toilet. Now that aisle guy was gone, it somehow seemed a lot more bearable. And he really, really needed to go.
Awkwardly Louis cleared his throat, looking up at hot guy, who had his eyes closed and headphones in. No reaction to Louis though, so he allowed himself to observe him for a minute. His curly hair was about shoulder long, the sunglasses he had worn when he showed up were gone, probably stored away in his brown bag that was sitting under the seat in front of him. It was an overnight flight and the cabin was dark anyway, so there really wasn’t any use for them. The guy seemed to be roughly Louis’ age, maybe a bit younger. He wore black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees and some weird brown boots. And of course the hideous shirt. Louis had to admit though that weirdly hot guy pulled it off. It would look ridiculous on anyone, really, but he made it work somehow.
A pain shot through Louis’ belly. He needed to pee so urgently that it started to hurt. There was no putting this off any longer. With a sigh he tapped hot guy’s arm. Suddenly he had two emerald eyes looking back at him expectantly while the guy pulled out his headphones.
Right, he’s waiting for you to tell him what you want. Get your shit together, Louis urged himself. He cleared his throat again before he attempted to speak, unsure if there would even be a single tone coming out. “I-I need to use the lavatory. C-Could you…sorry, could you please let me get up? It’s kinda very urgent. Sorry.” God, this was so much worse than he had imagined. He sounded like he was scared of the man next to him. Which, to be fair, he was.
Hot guy smiled back at him, but it wasn’t a teasing smile, it was polite and warm. “Sure, no problem.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and squeezed out of the row, making room for Louis to get up. Just as he stepped foot on the aisle the plane hit an air-hole, making Louis stumble.
“Careful,” hot guy said as he grabbed Louis’ arm to steady him. “Better go to the back, the other guy seems to still occupy the front toilet.”
“T-Thanks,” Louis said, blushing again before he quickly made his way to the back of the plane. Most of the people he walked past were asleep and Louis envied them. He was too much of a light sleeper to be able to sleep on a plane, every little noise woke him up again so he didn’t even try. Relief washed over him when he saw the green sign on the lavatory door. He quickly locked himself in and finally relieved his bladder, the pain he was feeling disappeared in an instant. In hindsight it was ridiculous that Louis had waited that long just to not have to talk to hot guy. After all it went smoothly apart from his little loss of balance.
After he had flushed and washed his hands thoroughly, Louis looked at himself in the mirror for a while. It wasn’t like him to be so nervous because of some random guy, but there was just something about the curly lad in the seat next to him that set him off. Only he had no idea what it actually was. Maybe the eyes. Or maybe the horrible shirt he was wearing.
It was just under 7 hours that Louis somehow had to pass before he could get off the plane and never see hot guy ever again. He could do this. He would get back into his seat, put his headphones on and pretend to be asleep. Simple, easy to execute, idiot proof. With one deep breath and a last glance at his reflection in the mirror Louis turned to unlock the lavatory door and folded it aside to get out.
What he didn’t expect was to be met with the exact pair of green eyes that drove him nuts. Hot guy was towering over him, leaning against the door frame, his eyes fixed on Louis. “Hi.”
Louis wanted to run away, but being 30.000 feet in the air that didn’t exactly seem like a possibility, so instinctively he closed and locked the door again. Great. Now he wasn’t only stuck on a plane with hot guy, which was bad enough as it was, but now he was also locked in the lavatory of said plane.
Louis heard a knock on the thin door. “You okay in there?” hot guy asked quietly as to not wake the sleeping passengers in the cabin. Louis didn’t reply, he was still frozen from the shock. He put down the toilet lid and let himself slump onto it, burying his head in his hands. Why did life hate him this much? What did he do to deserve this kind of humiliation?
Suddenly there was a click and then the door opened from the outside, which made Louis shoot up from where he was sitting. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?!”
Hot guy just looked back at him and shrugged. “You’ve been in here for a while. Just making sure that there’s no medical emergency or anything. I mean, you could have fainted and no one would have known. Just looking out for you, really,” he said casually while entering the lavatory and…closing the door behind him? Louis was more than confused.
“But the door was locked! For a reason, if I may add that,” Louis said, bewildered by the boldness of hot guy, who now locked the lavatory door.
Oh god, this is it. He’s probably some serial killer and I’m going to be his next victim. I’ll be dying in a fucking airplane toilet, Louis’ mind spiraled, the panic now rising in his gut.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen any movies with people on an airplane, sweetcheeks. Everyone knows that you can easily unlock the door from the outside. In case of an emergency and all the blabla.” Hot guy had a smug smile on his face. He didn’t exactly look like the serial killer Louis had made him out to be.
“W-What do you want?” he asked, his voice not as steady as he intended it to sound.
“Huh?” Now it was hot guy’s turn to be surprised.
“From me. You came in here, so what do you want from me?” Louis asked, his voice a little firmer, even if he didn't feel any more confident than he did a minute ago. But he wouldn’t go down without a fight either.
Confusion made its way to hot guy’s face. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. But I know a pretty boy when I see one.” He took a step towards Louis, caging him in against the wall. “And judging by the not so subtle glances you’ve thrown my way, you wouldn’t turn me down either.”
Louis felt his cheeks burn. So, hot guy knew that Louis found him attractive. Insanely attractive. Great. “Are you some sort of psychic or what?”
It made hot guy laugh. “Just an attentive observer, I guess,” he said quietly, his face now only inches away from Louis’.
Stay strong, Louis, he urged himself. You’re not one for one night stands. Don’t let him lure you in and make you think otherwise. This is bound to end bad. Don’t. Fucking. Do. It.
The thing with Louis’ mind though was that he hardly ever listened to it. He always knew what was best, what was the right thing to do, but did the other thing anyway. He was notorious for making bad decisions that ended in him getting hurt. This time would be no different.
“Fuck it,” he heard himself say. It was like his body moved on autopilot, grabbing hot guy’s face and closing the distance, crashing their lips together. It was a messy and feverish kiss, full of desire, nothing romantic about it, just pure need. Hot guy cupped his cheek with one hand now, the other still holding his weight against the wall.
It was a no-brainer that this was wrong. Louis knew for a fact that what he was doing was dumb, but how could something that was so wrong feel so right? It felt like hot guy kissed away every reasonable thought from his mind. Soon Louis wasn’t thinking, just feeling this moment, swiping his tongue over the curly lad’s lips, asking for access which he was granted immediately. Louis deepened the kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance, but Louis won. Surprisingly so, given that the man he was currently snogging was the one boldly barging into the lavatory, but Louis didn’t have it in him to care much.
Instead he could feel himself grow hard in his pants. Looking at hot guy was one thing, but making out with him did things to his body that he could neither deny nor even describe. His dick was definitely interested in letting this progress. And apparently he wasn’t alone with that. He could feel the hardening length of hot guy pressing to his thigh as he leaned impossibly closer into Louis, biting and sucking at his bottom lip in the process.
Unreasonable was what this was. He didn’t even know hot guy’s name. He wouldn’t let a complete stranger fuck him in the toilet of an airplane. Louis wasn’t that desperate, even though his body clearly told him otherwise. It made him pull back from the kiss nonetheless.
“I’m not going to let some random guy fuck me above the clouds in an airplane toilet,” Louis stated matter-of-factly, unsure if he was trying to convince hot guy or himself.
Instead of disappointment a smug smile broke out on the curly lad’s face. “You’ll be glad to hear then that this was absolutely not the way I intended this,” he gestured between the two of them, “to go. Believe it or not, but I prefer bottoming.”
To say Louis was gobsmacked by this bold declaration was an understatement. How could someone that was so full of confidence, so charismatic and so…so HOT, possibly be a bottom? He needed more. He needed to get to the bottom of this.
“So y-you say you-...you say you want me to-”
“Christ, you really can’t get to the point of things, can you?” Hot guy groaned. “I want your dick inside me. Preferably sooner than later. If you’re up for it, that is.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Well, duh, we just met three hours ago when I boarded this plane, obviously I don’t know you. But I know enough about you to know I want you. And I want you bad.”
Hearing that made Louis blush. It had been a while that someone said something like this to him. In other circumstances it would have been flattering, but right now it just fueled his desire for the man in front of him, his rockhard cock now tenting his sweatpants. He couldn’t deny that he wanted hot guy too. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Oh, don’t make this personal, sweetcheeks. I want you to fuck me, not marry me.”
No matter how much Louis tried to tell himself that this was a bad idea, it was also just fucking hot. Being wanted like this, even if it was just this one time. It was a feeling that he craved, having been alone for over a year it was a nice boost for his broken ego. He knew that he would give in, even if his mind tried to convince him not to.
“Well, it might sound surprising, but I didn’t exactly come prepared for this. I wasn’t expecting surprise airplane lavatory sex when I got on this plane, so…”
Hot guy reached into his pocket, pulling out two small packets of lube and a condom. “Good thing I did. Kinda comes with the job, I guess.”
He wouldn’t ask. It was none of Louis’ business. He would not let it get personal, not this time. This was purely physical, just sex, nothing more. So Louis told himself that it didn’t matter what this guy’s job was. Or his name. He wanted his body, not his heart. He grabbed the lube and condoms hot guy was holding out for him.
Louis’ mind knew that it had lost the war, so he was hit by a sudden wave of confidence when it finally hushed. “Well then, baby cakes. Ask for it and you shall receive,” he said with a smug grin.
Hot guy cocked an eyebrow at him. “I’m not begging you to fuck me.”
“Don’t want it bad enough then, I guess,” Louis teased, turning to unlock the lavatory door. 3, 2, 1….
He was pulled back harshly. Two can play this game, he thought, a triumphant smile tugging at his lips. “Changed your mind, love?”
“Fuck me, will ya?”
“Ask nicely, then I might actually consider it.” Louis himself was surprised how easy it was now, he was just as much of a brat as hot guy was minutes ago.
Hot guy groaned, but gave in. “Please, fuck me, sweetcheeks,” he whined.
Louis grinned devilishly before he got to work at hot guy’s belt, opening it expertly, expecting the pants to just drop down. But hot guy wore fucking skinny jeans, which sane person did that on an overnight long-distance flight?! It made him groan, from impatience mostly, much to hot guy’s amusement, who assisted him in pulling his own pants down just enough for Louis to get to work. “You’re a weird one,” Louis said as he ripped open one of the lube packets to coat his fingers with it.
They started making out again, even more urgent this time around, while Louis slowly worked hot guy open with his fingers until he could easily thrust in and out of him with three, the curly lad rocking down on his fingers greedily.
“God, ‘m ready, please get inside me already,” he mumbled, almost moaned against Louis’ swollen lips. Louis smiled and swiftly turned hot guy around, bending him over the sink before he pulled down his own sweats and boxers to let his throbbing cock spring free. He looked at hot guy’s reflection in the mirror, he had doubted that he could be any more attractive than he was before, but like this, needy for Louis’ cock, he was beautiful. Louis didn’t find any other word that did him justice. “Patience, baby cakes,” he warned, then ripped the condom packet open with his teeth before he rolled the condom down on his length. The head was an angry red, leaking precum and begging for some friction. Quickly he lubed up his cock, then lined it up with hot guy’s entrance. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered as he tucked a curl behind the curly lad’s ear.
“Oh, please don’t be,” hot guy moaned just as Louis pushed the tip past the tight ring of muscle. “I’m a sucker for a little burn.”
How was this just getting hotter and hotter? Louis had a really hard time to contain himself and not combust on the spot. He grabbed the other boy’s hips harshly, pushing in a few inches at once, making him gasp. “Don’t be a brat, or I’ll make sure to go extra slow on you, love,” he growled, his voice dripping from dominance now. Hot guy moaned in return and Louis was unsure if it was from his words or his dick pushing into him. “Quiet or you’ll wake up the whole plane.”
“Are you that embarrassed about shoving your dick up my ass? Others would kill to be where you are right now, sweetcheeks. Still hiding in the closet or what?”
That was it. Louis bottomed out with another harsh push into hot guy. “Do you ever shut up?” he hissed. “I never even had to hide in the closet in the first place, thank you very much.”
“Good, I’m glad. Move already, will ya,” the curly lad breathed out, still trying to get his composure back. But he did say he liked a little burn, so.
“Impatient little shit,” Louis stated, but pulled out almost completely, then slammed back into hot guy, suppressing a moan. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Feel good?”
“Mhm,” Louis mumbled, then pulled out to thrust back in again. Hot guy felt incredible. And Louis hadn’t had sex in a while. His stamina was probably non-existent, so he wouldn’t last long. He built up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of the man in front of him confidently now. And hot guy seemed to like it too, if him pushing back onto Louis’ dick and meeting his thrusts halfway was anything to go by.
“Your dick is amazing, sweetcheeks, feels so good to have you inside me,” hot guy moaned as Louis was busy sucking a bruise into his exposed neck. He grabbed a handful of curls, tugging at them harshly as he pushed in again.
“Will you shut up? Seriously, your blabbering gets on my nerves, baby cakes.” With that Louis quickened his pace, drawing moans from hot guy more frequently now. The only big issue was that Louis was close already. Sex with this man just felt too fucking good and he had been on a drought for way too long. Not exactly an ideal combination. And Louis refused to be the one to cum first. He reached around hot guy and wrapped his hand around his huge cock, beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Louis could just so fit his hand around him and now he was fucking glad that he didn’t let hot guy fuck him. That cock would have definitely split him in half, having been abstinent for well over a year.
Hot guy was now a constant moaning mess in front of him, Louis observed his reflection in the mirror when he wasn’t busy assaulting the man’s neck. He could see him close his eyes. Please say you’re close.
“I’m not-...fuck, I’m not going to last much longer. I’m-”
“Let go, baby cakes, I got you,” Louis purred into his ear, quickening his rhythm once more, now pounding into him relentlessly. He could feel hot guy’s muscles tense under his touch and it only took a few more thrusts for him to cum all over Louis’ hand and the sink. Louis fucked into him for a few more thrusts until he followed suit, filling up the condom deep inside the man’s ass. He fucked them through both of their highs before he grabbed a tissue to wipe his hand clean.
“Such a good boy for me, baby cakes,” he praised, his voice now sweet. Hot guy, still hazy from his orgasm, smiled in return. “I’m going to pull out now, yeah?” The curly lad nodded, but winced either way as Louis pulled his softening dick from his ass, then tying up the used condom and discarding it into the bin. He pulled up his own pants before he went to assist hot guy, who still seemed too out of it to do anything himself, turning him around to face him again. He was met by two warm, emerald eyes looking back at him.
Louis stilled for a moment. He didn’t know what it was, given hot guy seemed to be a total brat, but something about him mesmerized Louis. He felt himself raise his hand to let his fingers brush over hot guy’s cheek before he pressed his lips to the other boy’s plump, swollen ones. Hot guy kissed back instantly, it was a soft kiss now, all the lust and urgency vanished in their recent highs.
For a second Louis allowed himself to rest his forehead against the curly lad’s as they parted for air, then he got to work on making him look appropriate for the general public again. He wet a tissue and cleaned the boy up, who was observing him curiously. “So you do have a soft side after all,” hot guy stated in his now deep and calm voice. Louis just smiled to himself, but didn’t say anything to it, then proceeded to clean hot guy‘s mess on the sink as well.
“Well, that was fun, sweetcheeks,” hot guy said eventually, threading his fingers through Louis’ disheveled hair to put it in place again. “Would love to do that more often.”
“Cheers,” Louis said simply before he unlocked the lavatory door to return to his seat, waking the poor aisle guy to let him into their seat row.
A sudden tiredness overcame Louis when he put his headphones back on and resumed the movie he was watching earlier. He pressed the button in his armrest that allowed for the backrest to tilt back and closed his eyes, listening to the characters talk in the movie without bothering to watch it. Eventually he drifted off into a deep slumber, worn out from the orgasm hot guy had gifted him with.
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What woke Louis up was the feeling of someone massaging his scalp softly, whispering to him in a hushed voice. “Wake up, sweetcheeks, we’re about to land.”
Louis opened one eye lazily, having forgotten where he was completely. As soon as he realized the situation he was in, he was wide awake in an instant. He must have fallen asleep, on the plane, next to hot guy. And somehow he ended up sleeping with his head on said man’s shoulder. Embarrassing. This was exactly one of the reasons why Louis normally refrained from falling asleep on any sort of transportation, he was afraid of bothering random strangers. Well, technically hot guy didn’t really classify as a stranger anymore now that Louis had his dick inside him. But apart from that he still didn’t know anything about the guy, really. Anyway, he blamed his orgasm for it. Sex was exhausting.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to use you as a pillow,” he said, trying to sound as neutral as possible as he sat back up in his seat. He noticed that the armrest between them had been put up which was very suspicious. Louis was sure he hadn’t done that. Weird. But he decided not to dwell on it any further, just put it back down instead.
“Oh, no worries, you didn’t snore so I didn’t mind much. Can’t stand snoring,” hot guy replied playfully. He seemed to be overly cheerful, hard to cope with for Louis who had literally just woken up.
Just as Louis buckled up his seatbelt, the pilot announced that they would be landing at London Heathrow within the next 20 minutes, asking all passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts and the cabin crew to prepare for the landing.
Louis was glad that he had made it through this seemingly never ending flight. It surely didn’t go the way he had planned it to, but he had definitely had worse flights than this one. No one would complain about a free fuck, so.
The landing was bumpy due to the bad weather over England, the pilot had to fight the heavy winds to keep the plane steady and meet the runway, which resulted in the whole cabin erupting into applause when the tires of the plane finally touched the concrete. Home. After a whole year away on the other side of the big pond, Louis was finally home.
Now that he was on British territory again he couldn’t wait to see his two best friends again. He had facetimed them on a regular while he was away, but it just wasn’t the same. Louis wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had missed being able to wrap them in a tight bear hug just because he felt like it.
The cabin started to come to life when the plane finally reached its parking position, the aisle guy was one of the first ones to up and leave, probably already on the way to his next meeting, given that the poor man was travelling in a suit. Hot guy got up shortly after him.
“Well then,” he said in his deep, slow voice as he put his sunglasses in place. “Thanks for being such a pleasing neighbour, quite literally.” He sent Louis one last smug smile and then he was on his way out. Louis couldn’t help but smile as he looked after him, seeing the slight limp to hot guy’s step. He had done this to him. A wave of pride washed over him.
Luckily he had his own personal pick up service, so Louis wasn’t in a hurry. He waited for the aisle to clear before he even bothered getting out of his seat, double checking that he was taking everything with him that belonged to him. As he walked up the gateway and into the airport, Louis pulled out his phone to ask Liam where they were waiting for him.
He hadn’t even switched off flight mode up until this point and when he did, his phone exploded with a flood of texts, most of them from Zayn.
Zayn: No way.
Zayn: No way, Louis!
Zayn: Tell me you’re fucking kidding me!
Zayn: Lou?
Zayn: That is Harry fucking Styles!
Zayn: LOUIS!
Confusion made its way onto Louis’ face. What on god’s green earth was his best friend on about?
Louis: Who?
Zayn: What the fuck, Louis?! You don’t just casually send a selfie with Harry fucking Styles and then bolt!
Louis: Who the fuck is this Styles guy?
Zayn: …Oh no, don’t tell me that you have spent a 10 hour flight sitting next to one of England’s biggest pop stars, having no idea who he is. Have you been living under a rock?
Louis’ eyes widened comically, he read Zayn’s text over and over again. Hot guy was a brat, but surely he wasn’t a pop star! If so, he wouldn’t bother flying economy on a scheduled flight, he’d probably have his own private jet.
Louis: POP STAR?! Zayn, quit the games, that’s not funny!
Zayn: Trust me, I wish I was joking…
Louis stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his phone in shock, making the people that walked behind him bump into him harshly. He mumbled a ‘sorry’ before he started walking again, typing ‘Harry Styles’ into the google search bar.
And there he was. Grinning back at him from his own phone screen, with his stupid emerald green eyes. Hot guy was in fact Harry Edward Styles, whose debut album had shot through the roof, going multiple times platinum straight away in the UK. Louis tried to swallow the massive lump in his throat that was threatening to cut off his breathing and send him into a panic attack.
He had just fucked Harry motherfucking Styles in a bloody airplane toilet.
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Louis still hadn’t regained his composure after getting his suitcase from the baggage claim. He had joined the mile high club. He had fucked ‘hot guy’. ‘Hot guy’ turned out to be a pop star. A pop star that was Harry Styles. If that didn’t scream ‘bonus miles’ in the mile high club, Louis didn’t know what would.
The relief he had expected to feel when his eyes fell on the two familiar silhouettes waiting for him in the arrival area never came. Instead Louis grew more anxious with every step towards his best friends. How was he supposed to explain to Liam and Zayn that he not only embarrassed himself by failing to take a sneaky photo of Harry fucking Styles without even knowing who he was, but had also bent him over the lavatory sink and fucked him senseless 30.000 feet above the ground? Even thinking about it it sounded fucking ridiculous. If he said it out loud they would end up dropping him off at a psych ward instead of their shared flat.
Liam was the first to walk towards Louis when he spotted him, instantly wrapping him in a bear hug when he was close enough to do so. “I missed you, mate,” he admitted quietly. Louis just buried his head in Liam’s neck, still unable to utter a single word.
“The lost son has finally come home,” Zayn said dramatically when Louis finally managed to untangle himself from Liam and moved on to hug his black-haired friend.
“Don’t pretend that you missed me,” Louis eventually pressed out, barely above a whisper, just loud enough for Zayn to hear.
“Honestly, we thought you were just going to stay in fucking America at this point. Glad to have you back, though. Kinda weird to not have your socks around the whole apartment, you know.”
Louis rolled his eyes at Zayn while Liam heaved his suitcase into the car trunk.
“So, how was he?” Zayn asked as he slipped into the passenger seat, turning around to Louis who was sitting in the back.
“He?”
“Don’t play dumb on us now, mate. Harry Styles. How was he?”
If Louis had had any color to his face before, it had vanished completely, he was as pale as a ghost now. Did they know? Did they seriously ask him how fucking Harry Styles was? “What do you mean, ‘how was he’?” he asked cautiously.
“I heard he's a very nice dude, very polite. Was he like that or did he turn out to be a stuck up asshole?” Liam now asked curiously.
“Oh. Didn’t talk to him much, honestly.” Sort of true. He had tried his hardest to make him shut up actually.
“Really? Not even when he caught you red handed trying to take a sneaky picture? I thought this would have been a great conversation starter,” Zayn said, sounding more than confused.
“Well, you know I don’t talk much to strangers. And I didn’t have any idea of who he was until after he was gone. He’s polite, hot as I already told you, that’s about all I know about the guy.” And that he was a good lay. But Louis didn’t say that.
“You’re something else,” Zayn muttered, but surprisingly let it go.
It felt weird to Louis when he entered his room in their shared flat. Everything was exactly as he had left it a year ago, and probably that was the issue. He wasn’t the same guy that had left this a year ago. Hell, he wasn’t even the same guy that he had been when he had boarded the plane in LA. Not only did he come back home as a member of the mile high club, which was insane enough as it was. No, he joined said club by railing a fucking pop star.
“I’ll have a shower, then a nap, I’m exhausted,” Louis explained to Liam who was rolling Louis’ massive suitcase into the room behind him. Liam nodded, turned to the cabinet in the hallway, pulling out fresh towels to hand to Louis, then disappeared in the direction of the lounge area.
When he had grabbed his toiletry bag from his suitcase Louis made his way to the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes while he waited for the water to heat up. It was soothing, the warmth of the water raining down on him, it eased the tension in his muscles that he had been holding ever since he found out about hot guy’s identity. Even hours later it still seemed surreal that something like that would happen to Louis out of all people.
After drying off he wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his worn clothes to make his way back to his room. Louis was about to throw his sweats into the hamper next to his closet when he remembered that his phone was still in the pocket. He emptied both sides, finding a note along with his phone. It was a bit crumpled and had Louis wondering. He didn’t recall writing himself a note, let alone putting it in the pocket of his pants. Confused as he was, he ended up holding onto his worn clothes and tossing the note into the hamper. “Fuck’s sake,” he muttered to himself as he got the note out and let the clothes drop in instead.
Louis walked over to his bed and let himself fall onto it, still holding the folded note in his hand. God, he had missed his bed. It had been the only thing that had pissed him off over in America, the hard mattresses that gave him nothing but constant back pain. He took a deep breath and smoothed out the note.
It was a handwriting that he had never seen before. Scrawly but neat at the same time. Definitely a male one. Written down was a phone number that was also unfamiliar. It was a British one, according to the prefix number, but that was about all that Louis could read from it. He typed it into his phone - no results. His eyes fell on the line below the number.
‘Let me know whenever you need a travel buddy, I’ll gladly keep you company. - H. x’
Oh no. No, he didn’t. Harry Styles didn’t fucking slip his number casually into Louis’ pocket while he was sleeping after they had sex in an airplane bathroom. This was a fucking fever dream. Louis felt like Alice in Wonderland, he must have hit his head and fallen down a rabbit hole because this surely wasn’t real.
Well, there’s only one way to find out.
Louis’ hands were shaking as he saved the number under ‘Harry’ to his contacts, then opened the empty chat with his name. He just stared at it without doing anything for a good few minutes. He was actually going to text Harry fucking Styles. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbled as his fingers finally moved over the keyboard.
Louis: Bold of you to assume that you were a good enough lay that I’d want to see you again.
Not even a minute passed before the three dots appeared, signalling that the other was writing.
Harry: And yet, here you are, texting me… ;)
Louis: …which was clearly a bad idea, obviously.
Harry: ObViOuSlY… ;) just admit that you miss me, I won’t tell.
Louis: You’re quite full of yourself, eh?
Harry: Comes with the job, I guess.
Louis: Yeah, about that..
Harry: ?
Louis: Were you seriously not going to tell me?
Harry: Tell you what?
Louis: THAT YOU’RE HARRY FUCKING STYLES.
Harry: I don’t recall my middle name being ‘fucking’, it’s Edward, in case you wanted to know. But you fucked me, so you’re not wrong I guess. :)
Louis groaned. This man was just as insufferable over text as he was in person, maybe even more.
Louis: This is really not the time for bad jokes, Harry.
Harry: I thought it was quite funny. Loosen up a little, sweetcheeks.
Louis: I’m being serious here! I had no idea. I wouldn’t have agreed to any of it if I had known.
Harry: See, that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you.
For a moment Louis paused to think about it. Why would Harry do that? He could literally have anyone on his knees for him in a blink.
Louis: Why? You could have anyone. I’m just a silly guy who’s constantly running away from his problems.
Harry: We’re all running away from problems from time to time. It’s human. But you saw me for the person that I am. Exactly because you didn’t know. That’s kinda what made it fun in the first place. I’m normally not one to sleep around much, famous or not. Just not my vibe.
Louis: Yeah, me neither.
Harry: So…
Louis: So?
Harry: Wanna do it again?
Louis stared at his phone with wide eyes, blinking once, twice, but the message was still there. He read it over and over again until the three dots appeared again.
Harry: Is that a no?
Louis: Do what again exactly?
Harry: Oh, come on, sweetcheeks. You can’t be that dense.
Louis: I have a name, you know.
Harry: Oh, we’re getting personal? I like where this is going. Are you gonna tell me it?
Louis: Louis. My name’s Louis.
Harry: Suits you. So, LOUIS…
Louis: ?
Harry: You coming over or not?
Was he…?
Louis: Why would I? I have no idea where you even live.
Harry: Not the brightest today, huh? I’ll spell it out for you this once. I want you to get your sweet little ass over here and fuck me into the mattress so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Send me your address, I’ll get a driver to pick you up.
Louis: Ooooh, posh.
Harry: Send. Me. Your. Address. NOW.
Louis: Oh no, did I anger you?
It made Louis laugh. Now that he got over the initial shock of casually having Harry Styles’ phone number and texting him, he allowed himself to be the sarcastic little fuck that he only let out when he felt comfortable around someone. He saw that Harry was typing, but double texted anyway.
Louis: How do I know that you’re trustworthy? You could literally lure me in and then kill me.
Harry: Louis.
Louis: Harry.
Harry: You already had your cock up my ass, stop playing hard to get now and move it.
Louis: …fine. Just because you asked so nicely.
Right from the moment that Harry had asked him to come over, Louis had known that he wasn’t going to say no. He just liked to have a little fun on Harry’s behalf. It was just who he was. He texted him his address either way, then proceeded to get dressed, in decent clothes this time. He wasn’t going to rock up at Harry Styles’ house in sweat pants.
“I’m going out again,” Louis called in the direction of the lounge room just as he snatched his keys from the key rack. Liam appeared in the hallway.
“Where are you off to? I thought you were going to take a nap!”
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. Don’t wait for me, got no idea when I’ll be back.” With that he was out the door without even giving Liam the chance to reply.
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Louis eyed the black car suspiciously, but when the driver got out, asking him if he was “Mr. Louis”, he relaxed, realizing it was the driver that Harry had sent to get him. He nodded, then got into the back of the car.
They didn’t talk much on the drive, Louis busied himself looking out of the window until they pulled up to a huge gate to a house in the outskirts of London, where Louis had never been before.
Harry’s house was massive, of course, the guy was probably a millionaire, so Louis hadn’t expected anything less. Harry was already waiting for him in the doorway, a wide grin spreading on his face as soon as the car came to a halt.
“Thank you, Trevor,” he said to the driver that was opening the door for Louis to get out. The man nodded, then got back into the car and took off.
“Well, hello again,” Louis said, looking Harry up and down. He tried to see Harry as the guy he knew from the plane, not the famous singer he was, but it was hard, now that he knew. He walked past Harry to get inside.
“Hello, stranger,” Harry replied, closing the door behind Louis. Before he could move away Louis had caged him in against the door.
“Not exactly a stranger anymore, am I? You know my name. Getting all serious now,” he teased, his face only inches apart from Harry’s. Even though everything seemed to have changed with Harry’s identity revealed, he still had the same magnetic pull on Louis. To him, he was still ‘hot guy’.
Harry swallowed hard, overwhelmed by Louis’ sudden confidence. “Right, Lewis.”
“It’s Louis.”
“Ooooh, Louis. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful man.”
Louis rolled his eyes. “Don’t go all soft on me now, baby cakes. Are we going to do what I came here for or did you just want to sit down and talk?”
Apparently that was all it took for Harry to crash their lips together. The kiss was still urgent, but not as desperate as it had been on the plane a few hours ago. They weren‘t in a rush, there was no threat for them to get caught, it was just the two of them wanting each other.
Harry eventually steered them upstairs, breaking the kiss only when he really needed to as they reached the stairs. There really was no need for broken bones. They lost their clothes on the way to the bedroom, Harry conveniently naked beneath his sweats and Louis only left in his boxers as he pushed Harry backwards until he fell onto the huge bed.
“Care to remind me what you want me to do?” Louis teased as he hovered over Harry, the front of his tenting boxers wet from precum. “I think you texted something about it, but I can’t quite seem to recall it.”
“I said I wanted you to fuck me into the mattress so hard I can’t walk tomorrow,” Harry whined under him, chasing Louis’ lips with his own.
“And do you still want that now that I’m here?”
“Yes, god, Lou, yes I need you.”
“Then you’ll be a good boy and you’ll wait for it,” Louis said with a wink and without any warning he took Harry’s cock into his mouth, teasing his slit with his tongue.
“Fucking hell, warn a man,” Harry yelled, not really annoyed but definitely surprised. A throaty moan escaped him as Louis took as much of him in as he could fit, coughing around Harry’s dick as it accidentally hit the back of his throat.
Louis pulled off for a short moment to catch his breath. “Lube and a condom, baby cakes. I know you keep this stuff around here somewhere.”
Wordlessly Harry opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom packet, chucking it towards Louis, who quickly coated his fingers with the cold liquid and proceeded to open up the needy boy while sucking him off at the same time.
“I need you in me, now, Lou. Or else I’m gonna cum without it happening,” Harry almost moaned, pushing back on Louis’ fingers only a short while later.
Louis moved up, now face to face with Harry, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back harshly. “I said you’re gonna be a good boy and wait for it,” he growled before he assaulted Harry’s neck, sucking a love bite where it would definitely be seen. “Don’t push me, or I’ll change my mind.”
In a swift motion he turned Harry onto his belly, his face pressed into the cushions, then moved to free himself from the confinement of his boxers. He ripped open the condom and rolled it down on his length, then quickly lubed himself up and gave his cock a few lazy strokes. Louis couldn’t lie, having Harry beneath him like this, needy and submissive, was a massive turn on for him. He lined himself up and pushed in in one go, knowing Harry’s pain kink would be satisfied with it.
“Oh god, I feel like it’s been ages since you fucked me last,” Harry moaned as Louis bottomed out. “Your dick feels fucking incredible. Move, please.” His tone was begging now. And Louis did, building up a slow rhythm to test the waters, he didn’t want to hurt Harry in case he was sore from their earlier shenanigans. But Harry seemed just fine, moaning and pushing back onto his cock, meeting his thrusts halfway because he was so needy for more.
“Hands and knees, baby cakes,” Louis demanded, but still very kind and soft, just asserting enough dominance for Harry to obey, then he started thrusting into him harder, one hand steadying Harry at his waist, the other buried in his hair, ready to pull whenever the boy got too cocky.
They wouldn’t last long and they both knew it, but this wasn’t about stamina. This was about giving in to the pure need for each other, the raw desire that laid between them. And that was all that mattered. Louis had Harry cum on his cock alone within minutes as soon as he had found his prostate and hit it with every other thrust, the boy spilling on the sheets beneath him with a cry of Louis’ name, which made Louis finish deep in Harry only seconds later. Neither of them cared about the mess they made as Louis laid down beside Harry, looking at the worn out, still sex-hazy green-eyed boy. Louis still thought that Harry was a work of art, the fame didn’t change anything about how he perceived him.
“So,” Harry said eventually when his brain was working again. “I obviously called you over because I wanted you to fuck me.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Louis said, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Wearing our sassy pants now, are we?” Harry said, rolling his eyes.
“In fact I’m not wearing any pants.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, will you shut up for a minute! I’m trying to talk to you.”
Louis looked back at Harry, not saying anything, waiting for him to continue.
“But sex wasn’t everything. I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”
Louis waited for a whole minute, making sure Harry wasn’t going to say anything more before he spoke up. “Oh shit, you wanna marry me now that you know my name, don’t you?”
Harry sighed. “And here I thought I was the one with the bad jokes at inappropriate times. Way to go, Louis. No, I don’t want to marry you.”
Louis dramatically sighed in relief, just to mock Harry. “Go on then.”
Harry took a deep breath, his facial expression now turning serious. “I know that this might seem a bit odd, now that you know who I am, but I’m really not the person for sleeping around.”
It was weird to Louis indeed, given that Harry could have anyone wrapped around his finger within seconds, but he waited patiently for him to carry on. When he didn’t, Louis spoke. “Neither am I. And yet we ended up fucking twice within 12 hours.”
“We did.” There was a long pause where neither of them said anything, both boys lost in their own minds, thinking about what all of this could possibly mean for them. Eventually it was Harry that broke the silence. “Listen, I mean it. I don’t want you to think that you’re just some fling, ‘cause you’re not. I mean, yes, I begged you to fuck me, and I rushed all of this, because I was fucking scared to let this opportunity pass without having tried. But I want this to mean something. Because to me it definitely does.”
“Yeah,” was all that Louis managed to breathe out, lost in those emerald eyes as he tucked a loose curl behind Harry’s ear.
“I’m serious, Lou. My life is complicated as fuck, I’m not going to lie to you about this. But I want to get to know you, for real. All strings attached, no side quests, just you. There’s something about you that just pulls me in. From the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
Louis cleared his throat. “I’m not good with words, if you can’t tell by now. I definitely didn’t plan or intend any of this. I really had no idea who you were, I just told my friend that I was sat next to an insanely hot guy with no idea how to get through the flight without losing it. Then he made me take the fucking picture. Just to get the backstory on this straight. I’m not some weird stalker fan.”
“Never thought you were. I fully believe you that you had no idea.”
“Good, I’m glad. I’m very insecure, so of course I’m having a hard time believing that THE Harry Styles wants to spend his precious time getting to know me. But if you’re sure and that’s what you want, I’m down. I’m not making promises or anything, but I definitely wanna see where this leads.”
“So…” Harry said, a smile spreading on his lips slowly.
“So…?”
“So, we’re doing this, right? Getting to know each other, one on one, no involvements with others?”
“You forgot ‘all strings attached’, I think,” Louis remarked, his sassiness making another appearance.
“Of course, all strings attached. No more silly sleeping around with strangers on airplanes.”
“Nope. Although thanks to you I’m pretty sure I’ve now collected some bonus miles in the mile high club,” Louis teased. “Fucking a famous pop star without knowing must surely count as that.”
“Oh, piss off, there’s no such thing as bonus miles in that club.”
“Well, there is now. And clearly, I’m winning,” Louis said softly before he pulled Harry in for a tender kiss, just because he could.