"El, please," Liam hears Louis' desperate voice say into his phone.

Liam tries to keep his eyes on the television and out of Louis' conversation, but Louis sounds upset, and Liam hates when Louis' voice sounds like that.

"Okay, fine," Louis huffs. "That's fine. Love you, too. Bye."

Louis hangs up and plops the phone down next to him, his head falling back on the long couch at the back of their bus with a sigh.

"Alright?" Liam tries.

Louis' head pops up like he forgot Liam was even there. "Uh, yeah, fine."

"You sure?"

Louis looks at Liam for an extra minute before sighing again. "It's just frustrating."

Liam turns his body on the couch so he's facing Louis, his knee bumping into Louis' thigh. "What is?"

Louis relaxes some, pressing his leg against Liam's in search of comfort. "Eleanor. She's never here, and we're both so busy; I never get to see her."

"I know. I go crazy when Sophia's gone for a while."

Louis waves his hand towards Liam. "Yeah, and when I ask her if she wants to get off on the phone, or over Skype, she gets weird and refuses."

Liam nods, surprised by the sudden turn of conversation. "Oh, that sucks, mate."

Louis scoffs. "Yeah, no shit." He sighs, can't stop sighing apparently, like just talking about his predicament is taxing him. "Like, when she's here, it's great, but when she's gone, I go crazy. I wouldn't just hook up with some random chick, but she makes it so hard."

"Did she say why she won't do it?"

Louis rolls his eyes. "Said it makes her feel dirty." Liam couldn't help the bark of laughter that erupts from him before he can clap a hand over his mouth. "Yeah, cheers, mate."

Liam puts the hand that was over his mouth on Louis' small knee, "I'm sorry, Lou. Its not funny, I know." Liam settles further into the couch and bites his lip before he says, "Why don't you and your hand spend some quality time?"

Louis rolls his eyes again. So much sarcasm is coming from him tonight. "Like that's not a nightly ritual, Liam. But even you would know it looses it's charm after a bit."

Liam accepts that much. "Fair. What about porn?"

Louis shrugs. "Works well enough, but I've always liked something a bit more personal; which is why I'd like to get off to her voice or her face, but she's so fucking stubborn. Like, she doesn't even care that I'm here without her and practically gagging for it."

Liam's cock gives an involuntary twitch when Louis voices how desperate he is. He gulps down the sudden lump in his throat and says, "I'm sorry, really. I don't know how to help you." A lie. "I haven't found a better solution." Another lie. "Soph has been gone for three weeks and I might loose my mine soon." Truth.

Louis laughs. "Well we're just two sad puppies, aren't we? Two horny, lonely, sad puppies."

Liam laughs too, but it's more forced. "Yeah," he mumbles.

"That's okay." Louis pats his knee sympathetically, gets up from the lounge, and lazily points a thumb behind him. "I'll just go back to my bunk and wank before bed." Louis turns and starts to leave with a, "Here's to orgasms, Li."

Liam groans before he knows what's happening and Louis freezes in his tracks. Liam curses himself and his inability to control his thoughts. Liam tries to adjust his semi before Louis turns around, but he's caught in the act when Louis whips around and his eyes go directly to Liam's hand.

"Liam?"

Liam is shaking his head weakly. "No. No, go to bed."

"Liam?" Louis insists. "Are you hard?"

Liam's face colors bright red. "Go away." He tries to make it sound demanding and firm, but his voice breaks on the last syllable and he has to turn away from Louis so he's facing the TV again.

Louis is smirking as he comes back to the couch. Liam's hand is still covering himself but Louis can tell that the awkward conversation hasn't caused Liam to flag at all. "You are. Jesus, Liam, are you really so horny?"

Liam finally releases himself, but only to flip Louis off. "Go on, okay? I told you already I'm going out of my mind."

Louis laughs but not harshly or sarcastically like before. "I didn't realize," He sinks back down to the couch. "I'm sorry for being mean."

Liam nods. "Please don't tell the boys. They'll just take the piss, okay?"

Louis concedes. "Yeah, I won't."

Liam seems utterly relieved at the news. "So...night, then? Um, if you could-I'd like to...uh," Liam gestures to his crotch.

Louis looks from Liam's face to his joggers, to his own matching problem in his shorts. "Or?" Louis draws out the word, like he has more to say but wants Liam to guess.

Liam's panic starts to rise again. "Or?"

Louis shoulders twitch in some sort of shrug. "I could help."

Liam's entire brain melts inside his head. "What?"

Louis' hands starting flying in gestures that don't make sense to distract from his nerves. "I could get you off."

Liam has to press his palm down on his bulge to stave off any embarrassingly early discharges. "Shit, Lou, don't say that."

Louis laughs again, sounding more like himself. "You're really needing it. Wow, I had no idea."

"If you're going to tease then just go away," Liam snaps.

Louis puts his hands up in surrender. "I honestly want to help."

"And in return?"

Louis tilts his head back and forth lightly. "If you were to return the favor, I'd be eternally grateful."

"I can't believe you're asking me for a hand job." Liam might sound a little overwhelmed, which makes sense because he feels a lot overwhelmed. Liam's never ventured into this territory before. This place with secret, casual sex with the boys. He's heard plenty of rumors and seen way too many tweets about what people thought went on, but as far as he was concerned, that was ridiculous.

Until now. Now it sounded ridiculous, but not ridiculous at all. It sounded like heaven. Someone else's hand on him. Not having to bring himself to the edge with his own, aching familiar, touch.

Louis must've been talking while Liam's mind was losing itself. "Sorry. What?"

"You should probably stop biting your lip, mate. Looks like your bleeding."

Liam puts a hand to his mouth and sure enough he comes back with a tiny spot of blood. He's been so turned on that he didn't even notice. That thought alone just adds to the arousal already sitting in his gut. "Louis," he groans quietly as he shuts his eyes tight.

Louis' there in a second. Liam feels his hand, light but sure, on his shoulder. "Liam, I can help. I won't tell."

This is it. The moment. Liam has to decide everything right now. Will he cross this line? Is it worth it? Is this cheating? Does this make him gay?

But before he gets a chance to contemplate any of that he feels Louis' touch again. This time on his chest. Louis' fingers are trailing down his shirt. Then a weight is pressed on his lap and Liam finally opens eyes to find Louis straddling him with a smirk on his face.

"I could see your brain thinking too much." Louis presses his body down on Liam's lap, grinding on his erection, and making Liam bite back a moan. "You shouldn't do that." Liam's hands find Louis' hips and hold tight, pulling him down again to feel that sweet friction of another person against him. Louis is the one that moans this time, and steadies his hands on Liam's chest. "Need it," Louis requests.

Liam can barely see any blue left in Louis' devious eyes, replaced instead by black lust. He lets his hand fall between them to palm over Louis' hard cock through his pants. Louis keens at the feeling and his head falls back a little, involuntarily.

"Feels so much better than by myself," Louis admits.

Liam chuckles and presses down harder. "Thanks, I think."

Louis pushes into Liam's hand and huffs. "Can we move this along? I've been hard since that little noise you made, and I could really go for an orgasm right now." Louis starts pulling at his shorts, tugging to get them off.

"Wait," Liam stops him.

Louis' whole demeanor changes when he hears the hesitancy in Liam's voice. He scoots back a little so he's not pressing on Liam's lap so much and says, "We don't have to, Liam. Just tell me to bug off and I'll go do my customary one-man routine."

Liam rubs his thumb where it's still sitting on Louis' hip. "No. I just-I've never seen...you," Liam emphasizes the word, "before."

Louis scoffs. "Li, we've changed in front of each other hundreds of times."

"No, I know, but I've never seen you...hard before."

"Oh," Louis catches on. "Well then, we'll both be out of our depths, won't we? I've heard rumors Payno, but now I'm about to find out if they're all true."

Liam huffs a laugh. "They are true. Every single one."

Louis hits his chest playfully. "Lotta talk."

Liam pushes his hips up into Louis. "I'll prove it."

Louis' answering smirk is all the reassurance Liam needs that this is okay. He goes back to pulling Louis' shorts off. He gets them to his knees before Louis has to stand to kick them off. Liam can see the hard line of his dick in his pants and admits he wants to see it.

Louis doesn't make him wait, pulling his pants down and kicking them off, too. His hard cock slaps his stomach and Liam can see how turned on he is. He's thick and a little flushed and his foreskin is pulled back so it's just barely touching his wide, proud head. Liam actually makes a pleased sound at the sight, but then realizes and coughs to cover it up, before he takes the opportunity to strip himself down as well.

Louis watches his hands move, sure and quick, over his body. Liam's fit as hell, Louis would be blind or lying to say otherwise, but he's never thought of his body in this particular way before. Like it's touchable, something to play with and do things to.

Liam's pants are on the floor with his jogging bottoms a moment later and Louis actually licks his lips at seeing Liam's dick big and hard against his hip. Louis' glad he and Liam are both uncircumcised, because he doesn't know how to give a handjob otherwise.

Liam reaches out a hand and pulls Louis back to him by the waist. Louis folds his legs easily and sits on his lap again, their cocks a couple inches apart. Another inch is taken away when Liam scoots Louis closer and leans up to kiss him.

Louis' taken by surprise, but soon gives back into the kiss. Their lips push against each other harshly, both used to dominating, until they find a rhythm and Louis bites Liam's lip, only to have Liam press his tongue to Louis' teeth with a quiet growl.

Louis allows entrance, but then the battle for dominance begins again with their tongues. They fight until Louis pulls back breathless and smiling. "Kissing a guy is so different than kissing a girl."

Liam nods in agreement, gulping for breath before saying, "Just thought we should get that out of the way so it's not awkward."

Louis kisses him again, short and sweet. "Great idea."

Their cocks have been so close to touching while they kissed, but Louis' been consciously holding back. That is until Liam reaches behind him and pushes him forward by the grip on his ass. Louis arches into the touch and moans at finally have skin on skin contact on his prick. Liam likes that reaction a lot, so he pulls Louis in again and kisses him while he rubs their hard lengths together.

Louis' hands fly to his hair and grip the short hairs at his crown, rocking against him in pleasure. "Touch me. Please, Li."

Liam's never heard Louis sound like this before. He's heard Louis whine, he's even heard him in the next hotel room with Eleanor, but like this, saying Liam's name like that, just switches something inside Liam, and he takes Louis's now pink cock in his hand. Louis' back curves beautifully as he bucks into Liam's fist. Liam swipes his thumb along the slit on Louis' tip before moving down his shaft slowly. Louis' resounding groan comes out stilted and choked.

Liam pulls Louis in by his neck to whisper. "You like it, don't you? My hand on you."

Louis' nails rake down Liam's built chest, making Liam arch into the mix of pain and pleasure. "Yes."

Liam's hand is rough and dry, but Louis can't seem to mind. Plus the precome dribbling out now should smooth the glide soon. One of Louis' hands holds it's claim on Liam's pec, while he licks the other and slides it between them to grasp Liam in it.

Liam's hips jolt unconsciously and his hand squeezes tighter around Louis. "God, Lou."

Louis smiles at the way Liam sounds right now. He buries his face in Liam's neck and starts kissing the column of his throat while he pumps Liam at the same pace he's getting from the brown-eyed boy.

Their hands are both moving furiously fast, getting each other off in time. Liam is murmuring little compliments about how soft Louis' skin is and how warm he feels in his hand, while Louis works on leaving a large, purple mark near his ear.

Liam flicks his wrist and Louis has to pull off his neck to warn him, "Close. I'm so close."

"Me too, Lou. You're so good." Louis squeezed his fingers just under the lip of Liam's head and more precome drips out onto Louis' fingers. Liam's fingers dig into Louis' hips as he says, "God, I'm gonna come, Louis. Fuck. I'm-" before shooting warm, white ropes over Louis' hand and his own stomach.

Liam's hand reflexively grips Louis tight as he forces it to keep rhythm, making Louis shudder and come as well, biting Liam's shoulder to muffle his cry of ecstasy. Liam strokes him until Louis is shuddering breaths and pushing away from him, and Louis falls next to him on the couch, letting his limbs spread out, his legs overlapping Liam's.

Liam relaxes back into the couch and tilts his head to look at Louis' heaving chest and pink cheeks. Louis feels him watching and looks back, smiling cheekily and rocking his legs against Liam's.

"That was fun," Louis says once his air supply returns.

Liam thanks God for Louis. It could've been awkward, or even devastating, but Louis isn't about to let a friendly favor ruin their relationship. "Really fun," Liam answers and grins back.

Louis runs his clean hand through his hair and adds, "Next time I want you in my mouth."

Liam groans and curls up to hide in Louis' side, his mind running with images of Louis' pink lips stretched around him.

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY DEARS!! Hope it was great and here's my present to you. The last full one shot of Volume I! Xoxo