Coming October 31st…
When the Trouble Comes by nonsensedarling
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 80k | Explicit
Official fic post is HERE.
The Queens Trafficking case is the biggest one of Louis’ FBI career so far; eleven reported missing girls all disappeared under a similar set of circumstances. Louis has done everything he can to try and solve this case over the last nine months... while also absolutely ruining his marriage.
Harry has been co-host of Banter at Breakfast for five years now and finally has the opportunity to create his own radio show with the network. Unfortunately, it comes at a time where Harry's thoughts are consumed with his impending divorce from his (caring, loving, infuriatingly thoughtful) husband of eight years.
Harry and Louis have both been willing to lose themselves in their work… but are they willing to lose each other?
Or a story of (almost) exes-to-lovers.
Chapters will post on Tuesdays of each week, starting on October 31st (20 chapters in total).
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With a copy of the case file in his backpack, Louis sticks his key in the door, unlocks it, and steps inside, trying to be as quiet as he can because he knows at this time of night, Harry will definitely be asleep.
Except when he shuts the door, he sees the living room light bleeding out into the hallway, a shadow moving back and forth. There’s the sound of footsteps – lots of them, very quickly. Louis stares at the light and for a brief moment panics that he’s walked into their apartment to find Harry with someone else.
He hears light murmurs. Louis leans forward, feet frozen but his ears straining, until he recognizes the murmurs as Harry singing. Louis sighs in relief. Harry isn’t with someone else. He’s singing and probably dancing in the living room, maybe with his headphones in, which is why he hasn’t stopped or popped his head out between the doorframe when Louis opened the door.
Louis isn’t going to look in. He’s going to walk right past the doorway and head straight to the guest bedroom and review the file again, and then go to sleep so he can meet Perrie early in the morning.
He isn’t going to look in.
He really doesn’t mean to look in. A motion pulls his attention in his peripheral vision and his head turns without him realizing it, then his whole body stops moving.
Harry is dancing, wireless earbuds in and a glass of deep red wine in his right hand. There’s a pink tint to his cheeks, which tells Louis that the one in his hand is at least his third. He’s wearing just his boxer briefs and one of Louis’ hoodies.
Well, it was technically Harry’s hoodie originally. It’s heather grey, worn in to just the perfect amount of softness with a faded Greenbay Packers logo on the front. The first time Louis stayed over at Harry’s, he got cold just before they were going to bed. Harry took the sweatshirt from where it was draped over the top of the closet door and passed it to him.
When Louis pulled it on… he can’t really explain it, but there, in Harry’s dreadfully small room in his four-roommate apartment, wearing a hoodie that smelled exactly like him (like he’d been wearing it all day, soaked in the scent of his shampoo and body lotion and fabric softener)... Louis had the same feeling he got when he first visited New York when he was a kid. Like he was home. Harry had agreed. “Looks better on you then it ever has on me,” he’d said with a smirk. And from then on, it was Louis’ hoodie. Harry never tried to take it back.
So the fact that his husband is wearing it now makes Louis feel all sorts of things. Before he has even a second to figure out what any one of them is, Harry opens his eyes.
“Shit fucking Christ,” he exclaims, opening his hand automatically. It’s like Louis watches in slow motion as the glass falls and breaks, shattering in so many different directions. He pulls his earbuds out quickly. “Hell, Louis, you scared the shit out of me!” he scolds.
Harry rises up onto his tiptoes, and Louis’ hand immediately goes out in front of him in a stop gesture.
“Don’t, don’t move,” Louis says. “Stay there.”
He turns quickly towards the kitchen, throwing his backpack somewhere off to the side as he rushes to grab the dustpan and broom, as well as the roll of paper towels.
“I’m coming, stay still,” Louis shouts as he starts jogging back.
He keeps his eyes on the ground as he puts one paper towel down to soak up the wine there, then balls it up so he can sweep away the shards. He does the same as he works his way towards Harry’s feet.
There’s red wine all over his toes, that’s got to be uncomfortable. Louis grabs one of the paper towels and goes to dab his feet to wipe it off.
“Stop,” Harry says. He sounds angry.
Louis glances up and sees that he looks angry. He holds his hands up in a surrendering motion, not wanting to upset him anymore.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Well don’t,” Harry spits out.
He stands up slowly. Louis doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Harry this angry with him. Even the time Louis accidentally threw out his favorite pair of boots it wasn’t like this. Louis isn’t prepared for this bitterness coming from his husband, and he didn’t think divorce brought on something like that when it wasn’t there before, at least not before they’d even filed the paperwork.
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(9/7) prompt: early — 1,461 words (nsfw; explicit sexual content; shower shenanigans) @jegulus-microfic
Regulus knows that James had the day to work from home, but when he gets back to their flat, it’s quiet inside. The lights are off in the living room, the late afternoon sunshine slanting through the blinds. There’s no clack of computer keys, no overlapping voices of a Zoom meeting or phone call. James isn’t at the table or even on the couch. Upon listening closer, Regulus realizes that the shower water is running.
Which is perfect actually, because despite the fact that his last class of the day got abruptly canceled, allowing him to head home before he usually would, it’s been a long day. Overly priced course reading, pretentious teachers, and an obnoxious group project already assigned; he’s fucking done with this whole university thing and he’s got a long way still to go. Finding his boyfriend in the shower and being able to join him feels like exactly what he needs.
Regulus leaves his school bag in its usual spot, toes his shoes off just inside the door, then heads to the bedroom. He’s halfway stripped out of his clothes before he’s even in the adjoined bathroom. Seconds after he pushes the door open he freezes, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs and darkened eyes staring toward the distorted glass of the shower.
James must not have heard him come in over the sound of the water. Or perhaps he’s too focused on his current task, as Regulus can make out the shape of exactly what James is doing beneath the shower water that’s filling the bathroom with steam. James hums, low and throaty, unintentional more than likely, and Regulus feels like the sound drags down every groove of his spine, making him shudder faintly.
He watches for a few seconds, can just make out the distinct shift of James’ one arm as he tugs over his cock in quick strokes. Another soft groan from inside the shower has Regulus hurriedly shimmying out of his underwear and moving to the door. As soon as he carefully slides one side open, it’s James’ turn to freeze. Wide eyes land on Regulus where he stands outside the shower still, the hand James has wrapped around his heavy, leaking cock halting.
“Well, don’t stop on my account,” Regulus murmurs slyly.
There’s zero shyness in the way that he takes James in. Every inch of him on display where he’s half-turned toward the open door, there’s more than plenty to look at. Water rolls down his tan skin, steam dances around him, and he’s honest to god a picture perfect wet dream right now, naked and dripping with his cock in his hand and nothing but undeniable want in his gaze.
James exhales a punched out breath, eyes dragging down over Regulus’ naked body. His hand glides along his cock in a slow pull, teeth grazing his bottom lip before he says, “You’re home early. I was supposed to have two hours to myself.”
“I mean, I can go and leave you to it, if that’s what you really want.” Regulus points with a thumb back over his shoulder.
“Fuck off,” James huffs, half a laugh, teetering into a groan when he tugs at his cock again. “Get in here.”
Regulus definitely doesn’t need to be told twice. James turns fully to face him, hands immediately curling at his waist and tugging. There’s no time for Regulus to adjust to the heat of the shower water on his skin before James is leaning down to kiss him.
Immediately, James licks into his mouth, two matching moans bouncing off tiled walls as they get a taste of each other for the first time since early this morning. One of Regulus’ hands grips at the back of James’ soaked hair. After a few seconds, he yanks at it sharply to pull him back. He doesn’t go far, mouthing along the edge of James’ slightly stubbled jaw until he gets down to his neck and bites.
James moans, long and loud, as Regulus sucks his skin between his teeth, leaving his mark on him in the way that he so loves. Their cocks slide against each other when James’ hips jerk forward, seeking out friction he’d been giving himself moments prior. Regulus swears under his breath right into the curve of his neck, already just as hard as James is.
His opposite hand scrapes down James’ chest, clipped fingernails over one nipple earning another moan before he moves all the way to his intended destination. The moment Regulus’ long fingers wrap around James’ length, a whine escapes James’ lips.
“What were you thinking about?” Regulus keeps the motion of his hand along him slow, tantalizing. He’s dragging this out now that he’s got the chance. “Tell me.”
James hisses when the pad of Regulus’ thumb circles the slick head of his cock. “Shit— You. Always you.”
“Oh, you can be more creative than that, baby, come on now,” Regulus teases. “What was I doing?”
It’s clear that James is having a difficult time with this, already worked up from getting started on himself before Regulus got there and made things harder for him. James drops his forehead against his, water from his hair dripping past the fluttered blink of Regulus’ eyelashes.
“Was I doing something like this?” He goads him further, quickening his strokes for a few seconds then slowing back down again.
James sucks in a shallow breath, head shaking against his. “Not your hand.”
“My ass then?” Regulus hums. Pulls his hair again to jerk his head around while the other doesn’t let up. “Thinking about how you fucked me so good last night you left me aching all morning?”
James moans between parted lips, no words available to him, it seems.
Regulus grazes his teeth along his jaw in a path to his ear, licks hotly down the shell of it. “Or maybe it was my mouth, huh?”
James’ fingers press harshly into his hips, inevitably painting new purple over what already twinges slightly beneath it. Regulus will never tire of those ten little bruises coloring his skin, reminding him of the fucking perfect hands that left them there.
“Was that it, then? Thinking about my mouth on your dick?” James knocks his forehead down against Regulus’ shoulder, grips his hips so tight it nearly hurts. “Picturing how pretty I look on my knees for you while you fuck my throat, make me cry with it?”
“Regulus, Jesus fucking—”
“I can give you that, baby, just say the word.” Regulus squeezes around the base of James’ cock and revels in the way James shudders in response.
“M’not gonna fuckin’ last at this rate,” James manages after a low groan.
“Mm, at least I’ll get to taste it.”
The shower water’s gone lukewarm as it pours over them, but Regulus is on fucking fire as he drops down and wastes no time taking James into his mouth. He pushes forward as far as he can, relaxing his throat, nose brushing a familiar trail of dark hair. James grips at his dripping curls with both hands and thrusts shallowly right there at the back of his throat again and again and again.
As warned, he doesn’t last long, managing little more than five or six thrusts before he’s crying out with his head thrown back, spilling down Regulus’ throat as he swallows every drop eagerly. As Regulus pulls off and inhales a ragged breath, there’s still a thick string of drool connecting them for a moment before the raining water between them rinses it away. Regulus blinks a single built up tear loose from the corner of his eye, hazily looking up at where James is slowly working to catch his breath.
“Happy I got home early?” His voice is positively wrecked, but he knows that’s one of James’ favorite ways to hear it.
James’ laugh teeters on delirious as he shakes his head. He leans forward to extend one arm and brace his hand against the shower wall. His other hand tucks beneath Regulus’ chin so he can trace his thumb over reddened lips slick with spit.
“Probably just as happy as you’re gonna be when we get out of here and I realign your spine again,” James murmurs.
Regulus hums and shifts from his subtly aching knees to stand back up. He takes a brief moment to kiss at the corner of James’ mouth before he purposefully turns his back to him. Regulus knows exactly what he’s doing when he wiggles his ass back into him then tilts back to loll his head onto James’ shoulder.
“Wash my hair for me first, I earned it.”
James laughs again, wholly amused this time, but he does exactly what Regulus asks.
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