#pillarboxred

Been a Long Time Since Before I've Been Touched by nicalyse | E | 4999 Louis nuzzles up under Nick's jaw, pressing a kiss there, trailing his lips up to brush over Nick's earlobe. "Tonight?" he whispers, so soft. Nick sinks his fingers into the hair at the back of Louis' head, scritching his fingers against Louis' scalp. He hums, brushing a kiss to Louis' temple. "All right." He knows that Louis is talking about the thing that they do now and again, not a game but not something they've given proper name to either. He always says yes when Louis asks; he loves it, too.

Nice Boy Seeks Same For Hook-Up by LittleMousling | E | 6348 Louis wants to lose his virginity but doesn't want anyone at school to know he's gay. In order to finally get with a guy, he posts an ad on Craigslist. Harry Styles answers.

Just Jump by jaerie | E | 9748 Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang. “Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

I Can Tell You Mean It 'Cause You're Shaking by alexenglish | E | 10282 Niall thinks falling in love with your best friend should come with instructions.

Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk by pillarboxred | M | 11062 "I can't pretend it didn't happen Louis," Nick says, and Louis feels all the blood very abruptly drain from his face. “But I'd really like to." "So why don't you? Try, I mean. S'got to be better than driving yourself mental about it. It happened, it was a mistake, it won’t happen again, move along." "You're awfully wise for half ten in the morning." "You mean I'm awfully right for half ten in the morning." Or, Louis makes both a bad decision and a new (sort-of) friend.

In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria | E | 15014 From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients Hello! I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours! Cheers! “Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.” The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head. "What happened, mate?" Liam asked. Harry just pointed to his computer. Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?” “Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.” “Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?” Harry nodded. There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

Smoke Dreams from Smoke Rings by objectlesson | E | 18116 “When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me” Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he's grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?” “By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,” or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

A Waltz For A Night by sunsetmog | E | 26570 "Stop being so nice to me. I'm normally horrible to you. I've been horrible to you the last however many times we've seen each other." "I just thought that was you flirting," Nick says. "Wasn't it?" "No. I mean, yes, of course it was, but like, also, no. Oh, fuck. I fancied you rotten. I was trying to hide it." Or: Louis finds someone who likes every bit of him, and who likes the same things he does. He just hadn't expected that person to be Nick Grimshaw.