Gloobear- i was watching One Way or Another Five Days to go, and you know how Louis is always getting pulled over by cops? so i want an AU where he's driving and gets pulled over by Harry (and damn would Harry make for one sexy cop). and it's like in the middle of the night so there are no other cars on the street and no one around, so for whatever reason Harry makes an excuse to get Louis out of the vehicle for a full body pat-down. the pat-down then leads to whatever dirty things the author has in mind but I'm sure you know where I'm going with this.
A/n: I am so proud of myself.. wrote this in like an hour and I think it's actually worthy 3 I rushed a bit but I haven't written in months and thought I need to apologize
Title: Fancy another Flask?
Louis took a swing of the flask hidden underneath his seat, smiling lazily to himself as if drinking and driving were the best thing to do 2:56 am. He pushed the bottle under his chair, hearing the liquid slush repeatedly as he speed up and slowed down on the very un-crowded freeway. He had had himself a couple drinks before hand at the club where the flashing lights blinded his vision and the sweaty perfumed musk ruined his buzz and his high he had reached an hour earlier, so he decided to make up some half ass excuse to his mates to leave early and just crash back out at his place. Liam had insisted that he drove him home, but Louis declined as politely as he could when his buzz had been murdered and felt no attraction to any of the guys there. He hadn't had been properly laid in a while and well he was desperate to just get home and yet again handle himself. Maybe even smoke the roach left in his ash tray afterwards.
His foot pressed down a little further on the gas pedal speeding at least 20,30,45 more than the speed limit suggested, swerving every now then to slow down near the exits. He was beginning to feel quite on top of the world, until that oh-so familiar noise filled his ears.
Whoop whoop. The flashing lights confirming that yeah... He was fucked. He hesitated before take a full look through his rear-view mirror, catching nothing but the blurred of blue, red, and white flash repeatedly leaving little black dots blinding his vision as he pulled over. He tidied himself up self-consciously un-wrinkling his red jumper smoothing his hands down his jeans his foot tapping something, quickly remember the flask Shit... He pressed his foot against it pushing it further under the seat begging to god that he didn't look as drunk and high as he put his self off to be. It had been almost 2 minutes since he had been pulled over tapping his fingers against the wheel impatiently looking in his mirror able to see the officer shuffling around in his own car, until finally his car door was swooshed open. Louis almost sighed in relief but then remember what he was actually about to face the man that had pulled him over, he rolled down his window the summer haze invading his air conditioned air. Louis looked down at his steering wheel as the officer stood directly in front of his car window, nodding politely.
"Good evening, officer," Louis spoke quietly still not daring to meet the man's eyes tapping his fingers anxiously on his thigh, he knew exactly how blood shot his eyes were from the blunt earlier. The low rasp of the officers voice catching his attention and honestly Louis didn't bother to listen to the words that had fallen from the man's mouth just imagining what he would sound like whimpering out his name. He looked up catching the filthiest shade of green and a head full of dark curls almost to short to be recognized, but they stuck outwards making their presence obvious. Louis stared at the younger man, sinking in how much he just wanted to fuck him in the back of his car. When a thin eyebrow disappeared under the officers fringe did Louis ask what he had said. "I'm sorry, say again?" Louis noticed the small tag attached to his uniform read "Harry", and honestly Harry, I'd like to fuck you...
"I said, it's a bit late to be referred to as the evening," He huffed out softly less raspier than before, clearing his throat as he pulled gingerly at a pad buried deep in his back pocket. Most likely taking down Louis' license plate ,"License and registration," He asked watching Louis rummage around in his glove box passing it through his window. Harry's rough scratchy fingers running along Louis' in the process of handing over the items. "Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?"
"I prefer Louis, and ehm no." Louis replied taking in the awkward tone he had implied accidently looking over to see Harry smiling, writing down more notes before hand him back his things. His finger purposely lingering on the items before letting go giving Louis a cheeky grin, that poked a small dimple on the left side of his cheek. And yeah Louis changed his mind... He wants to be fucked by this kid.
"Well, Louis have you been drinking tonight," Louis bit his tongue harshly trying to rack his brain whether to tell a lie or just get it over with. Maybe Harry will fuck him and let him go with a warning or just a small ticket...or jail. Lie. or not..
"I've had a few," Louis said tasting the bitter liquor stick to the back of his throat looking up seeing Harry's eye brows furrow with surprise as he leans a little closer to the window the humid air getting to him, alight blush running along his cheeks and drip of sweat trailing down his chin diving into the hallow of his neck. Louis' eyes followed the movement of Harry's adam apple bobbing in his throat before looking up to the soft pink of Harry's lips. "Nothing to be worried about, officer. I promise."
"I'll have you know that's very naughty of you, Louis" Harry mouthed slowly, Louis finally meeting his gaze sighing at the look in his eyes. His eyes deepening in color drinking in Louis' progressive emotions that flicker across his face, until he settled in to poker mask. "I'm gonna need you to step out of your vehicle please." Harry takes a step back as Louis opens the door, before Louis could get the chance to shut the door Harry's putting his hand on Louis' lower back pushing him along the backseat door, his large hands sensually rubbing up along Louis' back before moving to his arms pushing them above his head. "Hands on the roof of your car, Lou." and Louis definitely doesn't gasp when Harry slips his hand in between him and the car, pulling his torso apart from the car so there was a tiny gap. Harry's hands splay across Louis' ribcage his grip becoming a little more tighter as he moved down wards, his fingers dipping in to the curve of his back fitting against his back dimples. Louis bowed his head watching Harry's hands intently biting his lips as he felt his cock harden just from the simple touches, Harry's hands roam back upwards clinging to Louis' shirt clad chest. He ran his hands down his stomach tucking his finger under the littlest of a buldge exaggerated by his tight jeans fastened on Louis' stomach, sliding his index fingers under the hem of Louis' jeans rounding them back towards his back. Harry's breath came out a bit ragged as he cupped the just beneath the round of Louis' bum letting himself fall into a squatting position feeling down Louis' thick legs thoroughly giving Louis a light tap on Louis waist. "Turn around please,"
"You didn't check one spot, officer," Louis said softly letting his head fall on the hood of the car breathing harder wanting to just grind down onto the door handle that was so close to touching his crotch. Daringly poking his bum out a bit further feeling the soft material of his shirt ride up exposing the flat of his back. "I do believe it's necessary ." Louis hears a hesitant breath before there is a hand devouring the size of just one of Louis' arse cheek, Harry kneads on it shyly before gripping and letting go just to see it move with the force of it. "Fuck-"
"Oh please do," Louis groans when there is a large hand pushing against his back, his front being slammed into the car and his back suddenly cover in warmth and Harry's lips at his ear. Louis took a moment to breathe trying to press forward and back at the same time to receive friction and give some, but instead Harry's hands are pressing his hips against the door surely bruising his skin. Louis is turning his head peering from under his arm to look at Harry just as his tongue swipes against his lip wetting them and sharing a lusting look with Louis before boldly grinding against Louis' midback due to how much taller Harry is. Louis moans through it anyway receiving a looser grip on his hips as Harry continues to dry hump his back, Louis lets obscene moans fall from his mouth getting no type of physical pleasure, until Harry is pulling his hips backwards slapping his hips against his before throwing him forward against the car door. There is a slight pleasure in it but all the air is being knocked out of Louis at the same time, before he can gather his breath there are nails digging into his side forcing him back into the car over and over. His sweat covered stomach making a sort of slap noise against the window as the rough material of his jeans rub against his hard cock actually getting pleasure from being man-handled.
"Oh god," Harry's voice is in his ear and he sounds as breathless a Louis feels and the throwing stops and Harry's grinding against him slowly "You liked being thrown around eh?"
"Didnt really give me a chance-" Harry is shoving Louis in the front seat of the car and brief disappointment crosses over Louis' face before he's being thrown over the middle console his arm holding him up on the passenger seat with his bum in the air. "Officer," Louis keens softly feeling his jeans being pulled down keeping his cock trapped in the contents of his jeans. There was a slight rock in the car as Harry positioned him self towering over Louis' exposed bottom, a bang of something glass clashing against metal and Harry presses his hand under the seat finding the hidden flask and laughs silently. Louis peeks behind himself to take a glimpse of Harry's scrunched up face as he takes a long swing before swishing it around in his mouth swallowing, and for a second Louis tries to think of Harry as a young reckless teenager training to get this job and it puts an image of some geek with glasses that is until Harry's leaning over licking a stripe over his rim. Louis is falling forward on his forearms straining his neck to watch the head of curls move his head slowly and his tongue rolling around Louis' rim in tight circles so very perfectly the liquor giving on a more sensitive feel as Harry's tongue points and enter Louis. Louis grinds in hips down onto the console and then back onto Harry's face, Harry's face is moving away until there is a cold substance pouring down Louis' exposed rim a strangled moan leaving his lips as he noticed Harry throw the empty flask bottle in the back seat. Harry takes a second to admire Louis' round arse his rim glistening with spit and some expensive liquor , he ducks down pressing two fingers to the tongue opened entrance getting a soft moan in response.
"I'm gonna have to add that to my list, open liquor beverage," Harry's voice was swerving from authority to gruffy sex, but Louis tried to focus on how Harry's two fingers that hooked deep inside him just right. "Tail light out," Harry spoke out his list that he had wrote down earlier abandoned with his trousers that were now tangled down by his knees. "Reckless driving... driving while intoxicated," And his fingers are leaving Louis quivering body, teasing the head of his cock against Louis. "Seducing an officer." And Harry is pushing in, completely relentless continuing until he's bottoming out, pulling away only to thrust back in his hands pushing Louis' hips into the middle console. The skin of his stomach becoming raw from the leather material leaving shapeless dents across his skin. "Fucking hell..." Louis groans his eyes becoming glassy and blurry arching his back into the sensation thought it feels like being torn apart. He feels Harry's hand push up his back pushing the wool of his shirt up so he could drag his nails down Louis' spine. He has Louis cowering away from the pain squirming against the console only to be pushed against it rougher. He's actually getting off on the roughness, his cock rubbing against the side of the console from the force of Harry's thrust which are shaking the whole car and quaking Louis' whole body.
YesYesYesYesYesYes DontStopDontStopPlease OfficerOfficerOfficer! Louis honestly cant help screaming as soon as Harry's wet hips slap into his fucking his prostate with no such thing as mercy. The smell of sex and liquor even though the door behind Harry is wide open steam still seems to rise, fog sticking to the windows as Harry edges Louis closer. A silent scream is torn from Louis' lips when Harry messages the front of Louis' jeans, falling boneless against the seats as he comes feeling Harry fucks him for a while longer the sensation numbed down by the liquor still lingering in him as Harry pulls away messily with sticky liquid down his crotch and come.
"...So how do you fancy buying me another flask?"