Part two of my filthily smutty Down Under series. Don’t read it if you’re not keen on that kind of thing, because I get pretty graphic! I would however love feedback from those of you who do read it. Also, excuse the header, it got squished when I made it the same size as the others. ;) Enjoy!
Part 2: Quay Moments
Larry Stylinson One Shot.
Word Count: 2,568
“Australia is the land of relaxation and freedom - Wait until you breathe the Sydney air, you’ll see what I mean.”
‘This must be what she meant.’ Harry thought gleefully as he swiveled his head 180 degrees, taking in his entire surroundings. The harbour was beautiful - glistening, deep blue water tranquilly spraying over their boat’s hull. Fractures of light glinting from a million different places over it’s surface, throwing tiny white dots across everything around him. It looked like everything was made of diamonds. As he turned his head further, he saw the magnificent Sydney Harbour Bridge looming over the divide between North and South Sydney, a sight he will never forget and promised himself, he would see again. The busy city itself looked oddly quiet from a distance, it’s modern structures standing proud against the azure blue sky, so deep and rich in it’s colour, so beautiful — almost like a certain someone’s eyes.
“Haz! You git! Get in the water!” Speak of the devil, Harry mused within himself.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’!” Harry quickly splurted out before the other boys could start their tirades too.
Putting his sunglasses to the side, Harry lifted himself from where he was laying and was given a much better view of the water closest to the boat. In it’s shadow, Liam and Louis were galavanting like fools, splashing and dunking one another - words like “Bull shark bait!” and “Oof!” escaping through the sounds of crashing waves against the hull. Harry took their distraction as an opportunity to get in at his own pace. Looking down at the water below him, the sun warming his back, a sudden rush of excitement spilled over him, forcing him to lean forward, his hands meeting above his head in a clean apex. Soon diving in to cheers from Zayn and Niall back on board, Harry surfaced, exhilarated.
Louis and Liam were quick to join Harry where he was behind the ship, treading water, flicking his baby-tarzan hair out of his eyes. Feeling a slimy body part slide past his waist, Harry instinctively jumped and flinched away from it. The other two began guffawing in amusement, Liam choking a little on inhaled water.
“I’m not a bull shark!” Louis exclaimed innocently.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out’ve me!” Harry splashed a spout of water in Louis’ face, sparking a war of waves between the three before they called a ceasefire a few seconds later, desperate for air between spurts of laughter.
Returning to the ship for a cruise around the harbour, the boys gathered on the bow deck after drying roughly and getting changed. The ship had an amazing seating and lounging area that let Louis, Niall and Zayn lay in the sun, casually enjoying a few drinks, while Liam and Harry were sat perched on the seats behind them. As the vessel made it’s way around the harbour, Louis was downing the wines he was getting handed to him like nobody’s business, while Niall and Zayn were certainly enjoying the delights of Australian beer and Coronas. Watching curiously at Louis’ fast paced alcohol intake, Harry immediately took the opportunity to slide next to him when Zayn and Niall moved to join Liam under the awning.
“You’re throwing those back pretty quick. Got somewhere to be?” Harry joked,
“Oh you know, people to see - boring people. Need to have a buzz.” Louis replied flat-faced.
Sharing a quick giggle, Harry filled Louis’ glass with the bottle that was beside them, looking into Louis’ eyes lustfully as he did so. The faded tan sunglasses the tanned boy was donning did nothing to hide the temptation on his face, written all over his features. Both boys cast their minds back to the amazing, yet incredibly terrifying encounter on the plane to Australia. A small smile teased both of their mouths.
Conversation flowed smoothly between all five boys as their journey around Sydney Heads and through the harbour showed them the very best of the city’s offerings.
“Man, check out those!” Niall pointed toward some of the Northern suburbs’ waterfront houses. “They’d be worth a quid!”
One of the Australian publicists traveling with them piped up, “Yep, that’s where some of Australia and the world’s richest people live. You’re looking at five, six, seven million for a place there.”
The boys all shared sounds of astonishment, “We’re not there yet!” Harry piped up, Laughing, the other boys agreed.
“I’d love to own a place here someday though.” Niall admitted seriously, “Australia’s seems so fantastic. I think I’m one over already.”
“Naw, little Nialler wants to settle down!” Louis teased, ruffling the blonde hair roughly.
“I just want to check out the night scene!” Zayn yelled in faux frustration.
“I’m not sure there’ll be time for that.” Paul interjected from across the deck - an oddly awkward silence spread over the group. Harry and Louis shared a quick glance, eyes allowing a glimmer of worry to shine through before Louis’ eyes completely change the mood single handedly, become awash with mischief… a plan was coming to fruition within that deep, dark mind of his.
The afternoon continued with the boys playing Pap of the Week with some journalists who were bold and desperate enough to hire out a yellow Sydney Water Taxi to follow their ship around the harbour for some exclusive snaps. The boys invented a game of hiding from the taxi so that their fee would be much higher, with much less dividend. Each time the taxi made it’s way to the side of the boat the boys were on, they would casually move their party elsewhere on board and force the taxi to carefully maneuver itself into observing position over and over again. Sydney Water Police soon ended the spying though, ordering the taxi to move on and end the fare. New South Wales police could do nothing to save the boys from the Channel Nine News Chopper that had been circling them since they entered the harbour. Thankfully though, and much to the boys surprise, though they were under constant media scrutiny, Australian journos seemed to be capable of getting the shots they wanted without getting too up close and personal which managed to save the boys a lot of stress and saved their day off.
Underneath the ships deck, Louis was popping open another bottle of champagne to enjoy. After the satisfying thunk by the cap, he poured the wildly fizzy liquid into his mouth direct from the bottle, a guilty pleasure. Detaching his lips from the bottle rim, he swallowed hard, bringing up all sorts of dirty recent memories. Smiling guiltily to himself, he almost dropped the bottle when a hand touched his shoulder,
“I saw that.” A deep, raspy, beautiful voice cooed from behind him.
“Fuck,” Louis whispered before speaking, “Judge me all you want.” He lifted a glass infront of him from the bench, tapping it’s rim to the bottle and filling it with bubbly, golden liquid that sparkled delightfully from the sunlight pouring through the window.
Raising another glass, Harry motioned for Louis to fill it. The bubbles were soon spilling over the top of his glass and down his hand.
“Argh!” He protested mockingly, “Where’s the co-ordination, Lou?”
Without word, Louis lowered his head to Harry’s hand, covered in champagne bubbles that were quickly popping at their exposure to the air, and ran his tongue from the bottom of his wrist, around the joint to the top of his hand and lifted himself away after touching the glass between his thumb and forefinger. Harry’s face was one of shock and sexual frustration, mouth agape.
“Cheers.” Louis clinked their glasses together, not waiting for Harry to bless the tradition as well.
After a moment of hesitation, Harry spoke, “To One Direction.”
“To Harry Styles.” Louis corrected,
“To Larry Stylinson.” Harry corrected incredulously.
Clinking their glasses together one more time, the two boys remained locked in a stare as they took sips from the heavenly golden fizz teasing their lips and tickling their noses with its bubbles.
Louis’ eyes returned to that devilish, charming and irresistible state they were in on deck and Harry immediately knew, he was in for a good day on the harbour.
Meanwhile, on deck. Niall, Liam, Zayn and most of the crew who had come aboard with them were around the table underneath the ships awning chatting, drinking and playing cards.
“Go fish.” Niall spoke proudly.
“Bullshit.” Zayn retaliated smugly, lowering the rims of his sunglasses, exposing his bright brown eyes. Niall returned the move, exposing his ice blue orbs, almost piercing in the sunlight.
“What you talkin’, bullshit, Bradford?” Niall challenged teasingly.
A gust of wind took them by surprise, sending the cards in Niall’s hand flying out onto the table in front of him and almost into Zayn’s hands - exposing the hard truth that Niall had indeed been hiding a two of hearts and a two of spades.
“Liar! See! Even Sydney knows you’re a cheater!” Zayn’s thick accent echoed under the cover, much to the amusement of Niall and everyone else paying attention to their game.
“Where are Larry?” Liam affectionately questioned,
“Uhh,” Niall said nervously, eyes darting to Paul and the others from management, “I think they’re below deck.” Mumbling as low as he could.
“Oh.” Liam said knowingly, regretting questioning so loudly.
The three above deck shared looks of panic as Paul repeated the question a few minutes later and a flurry of distracting questions were launched his way by all the boys, a team effort to protect their best friends below deck.
“Paul, go ask the captain if we can move to a sunnier spot.” Niall commanded, quite rudely.
Paul nodded and moved to the drivers cabin, another flight of stairs above them.
“What do you think they’re doing?” Liam asked just as the boat began to depart from it’s position.
Not thinking, Niall responded simply with an innocent, yet vulgar gesture, one that would be beamed across Australian television almost immediately and soon after, spill over the world via the internet. Quickly realizing the news chopper was still circling them, Niall flushed red and waved happily at it, hoping to cover his gaffe.
Sharing a quick, still panicked look, the three boys then moved to distract the rest of the occupants of the ship by being incredibly loud, galavanting around the front of the ship and generally running a muck, much to the amusement of their team.
Louis’ shirt caught on his nose as Harry tugged it off him, but neither of them made any moves to remove it completely. Harry preferred to leave him blindfolded, kissing him wildly in places he couldn’t expect him. By the time Louis would move his lips to meet Harry’s at his cheek, the curly haired boy was already pressing them down on his collarbone, or his cheekbone.
Eyes covered, hands linked together above his head by one of Harry’s, Louis surrendered to the taller boy, who was ravaging him freely. Louis leaned his head back against the weatherboard they were leaned, or more appropriately, slammed against; giving Harry better access to his throat.
“No love bites, Styles.” he gasped out.
“No love bites.” Harry confirmed, voice raspier with lust.
Too tempted, Harry lowered his head once more to Louis’ collarbone and planted his lips firmly, sucking down hard, leaving Louis hitching his breath and squeaking slightly. The skin was reddening by the time Harry’s mouth parted from it.
Releasing Louis’ hands and letting them fall around his shoulders, Harry lowered himself slowly, kissing down Louis’ stomach.
“But the team…” Louis protested, definitely without much vigor.
“The boys have us covered.” Harry responded, muffled against Louis’ hip. Louis’ hands jolted down to him, preventing any further unzipping of the pants before him and denying entry.
“Ahbup! Not this time, Curly.”
“What ever do you mean?” Harry cocked his head, staring up from his kneeling position.
“The airplane? It’s your turn.” With that, Louis lifted Harry and carried him back to the sink bench they were clinking glasses at before, swiping the two empty glasses out of the way - both of which fell to the floor without breaking, earning an impressed humph from Louis.
Fumbling with Harry’s zipper, Louis ended up impatient and just angrily pulled his shorts off, throwing them behind him blindly. They clacked against the wall and slid to the floor without second notice. Harry’s eyes lit up with promise, Louis was going to repay his vigor and skill on the plane by putting his all into this encounter, and Harry knew that. He leant his head against the window and thanked the designers internally for making it one-way glass. His ridiculously timed thoughts were wildly interrupted when a shot of ecstasy flew from the tip of his already aching length down his legs and making his toes curl. Hissing instinctively, he cupped his mouth, biting the palm of his hand in delightful frustration.
Louis couldn’t go down all the way like Harry could, and from what he’d heard, not many people could - or needed training to do so, but it was technique that mattered and that was something Louis wasn’t lacking. Skillfully combining his hand which was curled around Harry’s manhood and his plump lips that were occupying the top, sliding down slowly and returning back with a pop.
Attempting to repeat Harry’s skill, Louis dropped his head further and Harry felt himself push against the back of Louis’ throat, his hips bucking instinctively to the rush of adrenaline and endorphins the contact encouraged. Louis’ tongue pushed forward, opening his throat and Harry’s instincts took the opportunity to push his hips forward a little to roughly - Louis gagged and coughed, coming back up gasping for air.
“Sorry!” Harry cupped Louis’ head sympathetically.
“It’s okay.” Louis winked, “All in a days work.” returning to his activity straight after.
Harry’s hands clutched the cabinets either side of him, nails scratching against the protesting wood.
“Oh jesus Louis, I’m close.” He whispered,
“Mhm.” Louis mumbled out, still bobbing his head and twisting his hands.
A familiar and welcomed rush had Harry’s hands away from the cabinets and painfully knotted in Louis’ hair as he released. His face was scrunched, his breath so short and all too soon, it was over - as it always was with boys. He heard Louis gulp and a sick satisfaction was followed by a feeling of adoration - lifting the boy away from his hips, Harry offered Louis an empty glass and turned on the tap for him. Louis smiled politely and filled it, taking a mouthfull and swallowing it suggestively as he looked into Harry’s eyes mockingly.
The chocolate curls were darkened by their contrast to Harry’s ever reddening face.
“You didn’t have to, Lou.” He spoke, humiliated.
“Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s all good.” Louis petted his hair to calm the fiery colour of his cheeks.
Picking his shorts up and once again donning them so they hung loosely on his hips, Harry walked to Louis, who was facing the window, pouring another glass of champagne for himself and wrapped his arms around the tanned lads waist. Kissing the crook of his neck, Harry whispered, “I love you, boo.”
“Welcome to Sydney.” Louis spoke almost prophetically.
“Welcome to Sydney.” Harry repeated, finally understanding the flight attendants cryptic words in LA, “… welcome to Sydney.”