Harry and Louis both groaned in frustration slamming their hands onto the keyboard of the laptop.
"I don't get why we can't get into Twitcam!" Louis says leaning back on the couch staring at the screen in thought, his thumb and index finger stroking his chin softly.
Harry glances over at Liam who has a look of concentration across his face as he tries to rip the head off his own miniture version of himself as a boggle head doll. He at least can keep himself entertained. Harry then turned to Louis who had obviously lost concentration and was trying to rip off the head of his own miniture self-version boggle head.
"And just when I thought you were thinking." Harry says playfully ducking when Louis goes to hit him across the head. He straightened up and laughed, fairly amused. "Whut? Was it something that I said?"
"Don't act like you don't know Styles." Louis says laughing his charming laugh.
"Oi, have you got this shit running lads?" Niall announces as himself and Zayn enter the room. Liam's head darted to them his hands slipping off the boggle head.
"What did you say?" He asks his eyebrows narrowing.
"Oh fuck. I mean. Sorry Liam." Niall said sitting beside Liam running his tongue over his braces nervously. He knew Liam hated him swearing and he had totally forgotten. Liam frowns, a kind of adorable puppy frown.
"You better be." He says slurring the last word.
"Nup, he's not." Zayn says laughing as Liam goes to kick him in the leg as he walks by but he jumps back.
"Well he should be." Liam says hitting Niall's shoulder in warning. Was it just him or did he shudder?
Liam beckoned Niall over to in front of the rest of the boys who are sitting in front of the laptop, which is set on the coffee table. Niall made himself comfortable. Liam rested his hand on Niall's thigh, feeling tingly inside. Niall rested his hand on Liam's as Liam started to run his hand slightly up and down.
The rest of the boys were use to these strange things, like come on Louis and Harry are like this all the time. Liam felt Niall's body squirm slightly under his hand.
Zayn reached over them for the laptop and drummed a few fingers on the keys waiting for something to load. Niall could hardly care what as he turned to Liam biting down on his bottom lip.
Liam leaned forward and whispered something into Niall's ear brushing his lips against his skin. Niall shuddered when his lips touched his skin, almost without noticing he tightened his grip on Liam's hand thrusting his hips up a few inches, his body aching.