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ANONYMOUS ASKED: I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts, but if you are I'd love to hear about Louis and Harry from your Won't Get To Space verse taking Liam to see the new Captain America movie.
Now, there is a sequel in the works for Won’t Get To Space, so this probably doesn’t quite fit with that timeline, but WHO CARES.
“What time do you finish work?” Louis asks, as soon as Liam picks up, and Liam’s so used to Louis and Harry constantly using each other’s phones that it doesn’t bother him that it’s Harry’s name that flashed up on his screen. It’s a picture of all three of them that comes with it, anyway, Harry in the middle with Louis on his back with his arm in the air, Liam holding the camera out and pressing in so that he’s in shot. It’s one of Liam’s favourite pictures.
“Half five, why?” Liam asks. He’s supposed to be seeing them at the weekend, but it’s only Thursday. There are half-arsed plans to go and see the new Captain America film, and Liam’s desperately trying to cover up his desire to see it sooner rather than later.
“We’re coming to pick you up,” Louis says. “We’ve got plans for you.”
“It’s Thursday, though,” Liam says, puzzled. He had plans for tonight that involved putting a load of washing on and eating beans on toast in front of the telly. It’s the part of his life he tries to hide from Louis and Harry, who are surely only here for the exciting bits.
“We know,” Louis says. “You’re not busy, are you?”
“Nope,” Liam says, although he’ll have to figure out when to do the washing now, so he’ll have clean pants for work on Monday. He’s very much in love with Louis and Harry, but he does have a Monday to Friday job he has to work the two of them around, which they don’t.
“Brilliant,” Louis says. “We’ll see you at half five. Love you.”
“Right,” Liam says, but Louis has already hung up.
~*~
Half five shows up, but Louis and Harry don’t. Liam sits outside the garage with his jacket zipped up, and passes his phone from hand to hand, waiting for them. He doesn’t want to ring in case they’re driving, so he sits outside and hopes that he hasn’t got the day wrong.
They don’t show up until ten to six, by which point Liam is already about ready to leave to go home. Harry pulls his Range Rover up in front of the garage though, parking it totally skewiff, and Louis is already tumbling out of the passenger door even as Liam is standing up to meet them.
“Hello,” Louis says, bounding over and pushing Liam up against the wall. “Happy Captain America Day, Steve.”
“What?” Liam says, but Louis is kissing him hello. Liam can’t quite bring himself to be bothered about who might see.
“Captain America Day,” Harry says, carefully pushing Louis out of the way and kissing Liam gently. “Here, we got you a t-shirt in honour of the occasion.”
Louis pulls open his denim jacket to display a t-shirt with Captain America’s shield right there in the centre. Harry is wearing one with a giant Avengers A in the middle. The one they’re holding out for Liam is royal blue, with a white star in the middle and red and white stripes at the bottom.
“What—”
“Suit up,” Louis says. “Here, preferably. Where we can stare at how hot you are.”
Liam swallows, and looks down at his t-shirt. “Why are you here?” he asks, because ninety-five per cent of the time, he has no idea why Louis and Harry even bother with him.
“Because Steve’s your favourite, and because you’re our favourite, and because we wanted to take our boyfriend out,” Harry says. “We’ve got tickets for the eight o’clock showing, we’ve got a table at that burger place near that bowling alley that we went to first, and then we’re all going to go back to yours afterwards and let you talk about how hot Captain America is whilst we fuck you.”
“That last part’s my favourite,” Louis says, leaning in. “That was my idea, that bit. You can talk about how you’d like Steve to fuck you, if you like. Whilst we jerk you off. Make you come all over yourself.”
“Oh,” Liam says. Luckily he works on a nice, quiet road. It’s good, that, because he’s sporting a semi. “Right. That’s good, then.”
“Brilliant,” Harry says. “Now, are you going to change your top, or what? It’s been a whole week since we’ve seen you topless, and we’re getting withdrawal symptoms.”
“All right,” Liam says softly, and pulls open his jacket.
ANONYMOUS ASKED: I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts, but if you are I'd love to hear about Louis and Harry from your Won't Get To Space verse taking Liam to see the new Captain America movie.
Now, there is a sequel in the works for Won’t Get To Space, so this probably doesn’t quite fit with that timeline, but WHO CARES.
“What time do you finish work?” Louis asks, as soon as Liam picks up, and Liam’s so used to Louis and Harry constantly using each other’s phones that it doesn’t bother him that it’s Harry’s name that flashed up on his screen. It’s a picture of all three of them that comes with it, anyway, Harry in the middle with Louis on his back with his arm in the air, Liam holding the camera out and pressing in so that he’s in shot. It’s one of Liam’s favourite pictures.
“Half five, why?” Liam asks. He’s supposed to be seeing them at the weekend, but it’s only Thursday. There are half-arsed plans to go and see the new Captain America film, and Liam’s desperately trying to cover up his desire to see it sooner rather than later.
“We’re coming to pick you up,” Louis says. “We’ve got plans for you.”
“It’s Thursday, though,” Liam says, puzzled. He had plans for tonight that involved putting a load of washing on and eating beans on toast in front of the telly. It’s the part of his life he tries to hide from Louis and Harry, who are surely only here for the exciting bits.
“We know,” Louis says. “You’re not busy, are you?”
“Nope,” Liam says, although he’ll have to figure out when to do the washing now, so he’ll have clean pants for work on Monday. He’s very much in love with Louis and Harry, but he does have a Monday to Friday job he has to work the two of them around, which they don’t.
“Brilliant,” Louis says. “We’ll see you at half five. Love you.”
“Right,” Liam says, but Louis has already hung up.
~*~
Half five shows up, but Louis and Harry don’t. Liam sits outside the garage with his jacket zipped up, and passes his phone from hand to hand, waiting for them. He doesn’t want to ring in case they’re driving, so he sits outside and hopes that he hasn’t got the day wrong.
They don’t show up until ten to six, by which point Liam is already about ready to leave to go home. Harry pulls his Range Rover up in front of the garage though, parking it totally skewiff, and Louis is already tumbling out of the passenger door even as Liam is standing up to meet them.
“Hello,” Louis says, bounding over and pushing Liam up against the wall. “Happy Captain America Day, Steve.”
“What?” Liam says, but Louis is kissing him hello. Liam can’t quite bring himself to be bothered about who might see.
“Captain America Day,” Harry says, carefully pushing Louis out of the way and kissing Liam gently. “Here, we got you a t-shirt in honour of the occasion.”
Louis pulls open his denim jacket to display a t-shirt with Captain America’s shield right there in the centre. Harry is wearing one with a giant Avengers A in the middle. The one they’re holding out for Liam is royal blue, with a white star in the middle and red and white stripes at the bottom.
“What—”
“Suit up,” Louis says. “Here, preferably. Where we can stare at how hot you are.”
Liam swallows, and looks down at his t-shirt. “Why are you here?” he asks, because ninety-five per cent of the time, he has no idea why Louis and Harry even bother with him.
“Because Steve’s your favourite, and because you’re our favourite, and because we wanted to take our boyfriend out,” Harry says. “We’ve got tickets for the eight o’clock showing, we’ve got a table at that burger place near that bowling alley that we went to first, and then we’re all going to go back to yours afterwards and let you talk about how hot Captain America is whilst we fuck you.”
“That last part’s my favourite,” Louis says, leaning in. “That was my idea, that bit. You can talk about how you’d like Steve to fuck you, if you like. Whilst we jerk you off. Make you come all over yourself.”
“Oh,” Liam says. Luckily he works on a nice, quiet road. It’s good, that, because he’s sporting a semi. “Right. That’s good, then.”
“Brilliant,” Harry says. “Now, are you going to change your top, or what? It’s been a whole week since we’ve seen you topless, and we’re getting withdrawal symptoms.”
“All right,” Liam says softly, and pulls open his jacket.
