The 'And...' Series
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And Everyone Must Breathe by andyouknowitis
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), One Direction
09 May 2014
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He looks up at the face, so familiar now, even with all the changes he makes. The hair is new. Again. The stubble arranged in a way that is different from the day before. And he knows that they’re his own kind of masks. Changes for changing days. Chameleon. But still, beneath it all, a constant.
He’s not surprised when those hands move up his thighs, past his hips and settle on his stomach with a light touch, brushing up the edge of his t-shirt. Nor when they skim back down , bringing the waistband of his bottoms and his boxers with them. It’s far from the first time, and he never knows when it could be the last.
He doesn’t know what to call it, this….thing he does for him, apart from the obvious, which isn’t really everything it is. It’s not just...that. It’s something in a friendship, that’s unlike any other he’s ever known. He’d known that, even back in the early days, when it was just drunken curiosity with no real heat behind it. Young minds met with an innocent kiss or two. Laughed at, and left behind.
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- Part 1 of The 'And...' Series
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And The Stars Make Love To The Universe by andyouknowitis
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), One Direction
09 May 2014
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Clothes meet the ground like whispers. Skin and him and them. He knows him as no one else does. Heart and smirk and smile and show. He knows every tan line and every hidden freckle. Every curve and angle. The feeling of his laughter against him and the tension threaded tiredness of weary days. He knows when he’s lost a pound too many, as his fingers worry with love beneath a rib. He knows the shadows of lost sleep, under eyes bright on his. He knows the tickle skimmed below a hip that draws a breathless protest mixed with laughter. He knows the sound of how he comes and he knows the weight of his cock safe within his palm. He knows him. Each and every particle, this beautiful arrangement of atoms, this man that shines beneath his fingertips. He knows. And so he speaks, heart hitching as his breathing does.
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- Part 2 of The 'And...' Series
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He lays his hands upon those sculpted shoulders then, revelling in the strength beneath his fingertips. Lets his right hand drift up Liam's neck and into his hair, massaging the base of his skull softly before he slides his fingers back down, knitted to the thrum of his pulse just below his jawline. Then it happens.
His mouth meeting his skin is a masterpiece. There isn’t a price that could be paid for this feeling.
There aren’t any tricks here, or practised arts, to pull him over the edge. It’s just clean and simple and him. The heat of his tongue along the base of his cock, the nudge of his head as he inhales and kisses the hollow of his thigh before he moves his mouth back, small, soft kisses across the tip, licking up the little drops of precum there, before the hot slide of his mouth again. On and on, little sweeps of his tongue, small nips across his inner thighs as he grows more confident, the brush of his thumbs against his pelvis as he paints pictures with his lips.
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- Part 3 of The 'And...' Series
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And You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet by andyouknowitis
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), One Direction
21 May 2014
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“Louis?”
“Mmmm?”
“Are you gonna fuck me anytime soon, or are you just gonna talk me to death?”
His mouth quirks at that. “Are those my only options?”
A look then. Just a look, and he's undone. And all he wants is to wrap him up and hold him close, and make him come, and keep him safe. To let him feel. He knows he's okay for it, they'd half planned on last night before a nip too much tequila put paid to wandering hands, but he raises an enquiring brow anyway, and slips his right arm beneath him, to tug him closer, until Harry's lying across him, looking down at him, and fuck if that smile of his doesn't make him feel like the luckiest bastard on Earth. He meets it with one of his own, words ready as his heart is.
“Go on, then.”
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- Part 4 of The 'And...' Series
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And The Shadows Fall And The Crickets Sing by andyouknowitis
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), One Direction
02 Feb 2015
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He didn’t see him in jeans enough out of work for his liking, but they’d done some visiting with the grandparents earlier so they’d both dressed up a little, before dropping off the car in the drive and going on the walk when they’d gotten back. The fit of the denim across his hips and thighs made him want to watch, and touch, and just feel the warmth of him pressed against him. He let his eyes run across his chest and down his arms, just taking him in. All that bare skin covered in the story of them. He wants to touch him now, but he’s waiting. Waiting for the words he’ll give him next.
“Lips though, Harry.” Louis shrugged, letting those delicate shoulders rise and fall. “What would I do without those?” He drew a thumb across them now. “Such a pretty mouth. And that tongue. So good. So many memories. And the feel of your lips on me is in all of them. On my cheek, and my neck, and my hands, all the places we could go, even before we ever kissed. Your lips. My skin.” He pressed his hand against Harry’s cheek, his words a soft murmur. “Lips, Harry. Make another memory with me.”
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- Part 5 of The 'And...' Series
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And I'll Learn From The Landscapes That Everything Must Change by andyouknowitis
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
11 May 2017
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These kisses are like memories, a play of a tongue across his lips has him seeing dark nights in Princess Park, while a nibble on his jaw takes him back to their first trip to France, a kiss to his eyelashes reminds him of an early morning in Milan, while a press of lips to the corner of his mouth shows him moonlit washed nights from their private house back home. Deeper still as a tug of his lip shows him places that they never shared with anyone but each other, places that promised of a respite from the sentence of separations, a refuge from the tense words born of weary stares. Two mouths, wrapped up in one love. All of these places, like frames filled with photographs, of every place that they have touched, in all the ways you can. Louis clings to Harry's shoulders and it's like the ghosts of kisses past play through him, until he remembers how to move his lips again, to give pleasure as well as take of it, relishing in the taste and smell that is only Harry, in all that keeps him holding on, in what reminds him of who he is. Of who he loves. And why.
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- Part 6 of The 'And...' Series