Louis was cold. And uncomfortable. And cold. He was standing there, butt naked, with Zayn next to him, also naked, inside their cabin on top of a skiing mountain.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Louis reprimanded himself.

"It was your idea!" Zayn reminded him.

"Yeah, and it was great one when I wasn't involved in it."

"So you just wanted to make me get naked by myself?"

"Exactly!"

Zayn punched Louis for his selfishness.

"Don't worry," Liam calmed them. "Niall's on the other side with your clothes."

"You're sure he's in Paul's cabin? He swore?" Louis made sure.

"Yes, Louis. Now I'm so excited to see how this goes wrong so let's go!" Liam laughed.

Zayn back handed him quickly before gathering himself. "On three?" Louis nodded. "One, two, THREE!"

The two boys took off through the small neighborhood of cabins, dicks blowing in the wind.

A young mom screamed and covered her daughters eyes. They kept running, their feet freezing in the couple feet of snow. An elderly couple gasped in shock and stared as they ran by.

They finally reached the secondary cabin on the other side and Louis turned the knob.

But it was locked. He knocked loudly and yellow, "Harry! Let us the fuck in!"

"Harry!" Zayn yelled.

No answer.

"Fuck!" Louis hit the door one more time and ran to the next cabin. He turned that knob. Locked. Next. Locked. Next.

Finally one opened and he pulled Zayn inside with him. They both fell back against the door, breathing hard.

"Assholes," Zayn spat.

"I can't even be mad. I would've done the same if I were them." Louis shook his head and laughed.

Zayn looked at him shocked, but soon broke out into laughter too. They fell to the floor in a fit of giggles until Louis reached out and accidentally touched his freezing hand to Zayn's chest.

Zayn hissed and pulled back. Both boys suddenly remembered their naked state and went to cover themselves.

"We should see if people are staying here," Louis suggested.

Zayn agreed and they got up off the floor. Louis went into the kitchen and Zayn went into the bedroom.

"There's nothing here," Louis called.

"Here either," Zayn answered.

Louis joined Zayn in the bedroom and sighed. "Well, shit. We're inside, but we have no clothes. Or phones."

Zayn bit his lip and sat down on the bed. He rubbed his hands over his arms and shivered. "Fucking freezing."

"Use the comforter. Wrap up," Louis suggested.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine." But even as he said it he shivered.

"Come here Louis," Zayn got under the blankets and lifted them up, inviting Louis to join.

Louis thought about saying no, but then he huffed out a breath and it came out in cold smoke and he padded over to the bed and got in.

"We're gonna die. Thanks to those fuckers we call band mates," Louis complained.

"We're not going to die. Come here," he scooted closer and reached an arm out for Louis to fit under.

"No way." Louis continue to shake under the covers, his teeth chattering.

"Don't be a pussy, Lou," Zayn said and grabbed him and pulled him to his chest.

Louis felt the warmth of skin on skin and melted into Zayn. He tucked his head into Zayn's neck. Zayn flinched at Louis' cold nose, but cuddle closer. Their chests met, then their hips, and then they tangled their legs together.

"No homo," Louis muttered.

"Shut up," Zayn bit back.

Louis relaxed and brought his arm up to cover Zayn's back. He pulled in even closer and their bodies pressed together. The tiny bit of friction had Zayn making a small, muffled groan in his throat.

Louis ignored it and cuddle closer. He rubbed against Zayn again and this time Zayn groaned so Louis couldn't ignore it.

"Be still, Louis," Zayn spat.

"I can't. It's cold." He moved again, making himself groan.

Zayn felt himself filling up. He started to push against Louis. Louis felt the sudden lack of space and went to push away. Cold air rushed between them and he pulled back in, even closer.

Louis tried to ignore Zayn's growing problem like Zayn was, but then Louis felt Zayn roll forward into him and Louis started getting hard.

"You told me to be still," Louis reminded.

"Can't," Zayn whispered and rolled again. Zayn's tip caught on Louis' and Louis moaned in Zayn's neck and pushed into him.

Louis bit on the skin near his mouth and bucked into Zayn harder. Zayn growled and rolled them so he was on top.

He lurched forward and littered Louis' neck with open kisses while he pushed Louis' legs open with his. Zayn settled down between them and let their cocks rub together in sweet friction.

Louis let a small whine escape and his hands wandered down to Zayn's ass. He gripped and pushed Zayn down onto him. Zayn moaned and bit Louis' shoulder.

"Please," Louis whispered. He wasn't sure what he was asking for, but he wanted it, whatever it was.

Zayn reached between them and took both their cocks in his hand. Louis hummed for Zayn's hand and thrusted into his fist.

Zayn put his weight down on Louis to keep him still and pumped his hand around them. He pulled Louis' foreskin back with each tug. He twisted his wrist and they slid against each other, making both boys moan out.

Louis' finger dug into Zayn's ass as he sped up his hand. Zayn was moving slightly back and forth, rubbing against Louis. That and Zayn's hand had Louis climbing towards his peak.

Knock, knock!

"Louis? Zayn? Are you guys in there?" Harry called from outside.

Zayn faltered but kept his hand around them.

"Shit," he whispered. Louis bucked up, angry at the loss of movement when he was so close.

"They're not in there! We fucking lost them!" Niall shouted.

"We can't let them leave. They won't come back for us," Zayn warned.

"Please don't stop," Louis begged and rolled into Zayn's hand again. Zayn groaned and pumped them again.

"Guys!" Zayn yelled towards the open bedroom door. "Fuck," he sputtered when Louis slipped a finger between his cheeks.

They heard the front door open and Harry call, "Zayn? Louis?"

Louis moaned as Zayn sped up again, heat coiling inside. Zayn was thrusting against Louis in rhythm now and his hand was a blur between them.

"Stay there!" Zayn choked out.

"Are you guys okay?" Liam sounded worried.

"F-fuuuuck," Louis whined. "Fine! Sit the fuck down!" he yelled.

Zayn moaned when Louis slid his finger along his perineum then up towards his hole.

Zayn's hand and both their cocks were slick with precome now. Louis arched into Zayn and said, "Fuck me. Please, I wanna feel you. God you feel so good."

"The guys-"

"Fuck 'em. They left us to bloody die. Now they can wait."

Zayn laughed and kiss Louis hard. Louis moaned against his lips and spread his legs wider. The dark-haired boy got the hint and let go of their leaking cocks in favor on putting two fingers to Louis puckered hole.

"Relax," Zayn breathed against his cheek. Louis felt himself loosen up and Zayn pushed in a finger.

"Guys what the fuck are you-Oh my God!" Niall yelled.

Zayn barely glanced towards the door before pushing another finger in and scissoring Louis open. Louis moaned loudly and threw his head back into the pillows.

"Are they?" Harry asked. Niall didn't say anything but he must have confirmed it because then Liam yelled, "That's not even your bed!"

"No one is staying here," Zayn called.

"There's keys by the door!" Harry yelled back.

Louis laughed a little at the boys yelling in the other room. Zayn couldn't be bothered to even hear what they were saying when Louis was so tight around his fingers.

"Zayn Javadd Malik get inside now or I swear-" but he was cut off when Zayn took his finger out and pushed inside in one smooth motion, his hips hitting Louis' perfect ass.

"Fuck, Lou," was all he could seem to say.

"That would be great."

Zayn smiled and kissed him again. While his lips explored Louis', Zayn rolled and shifted, exploring Louis' hole.

He changed his angle again and again, loving the feeling of Louis pressing against him in different ways.

"You feel amazing," he spoke against Louis' lips.

"You feel amazing inside me," Louis countered. "But you know what would feel better?" Zayn smiled knowing what he would say. "If you pounded me. Hard. Until I came."

Zayn's smiled turned into a groan and he pulled out and pushed back in harshly. Louis moaned at being so full.

"Honey, I'll be quick. I just forgot my keys," a voice called as they opened the door.

Zayn and Louis heard frantic running around in the other room and then Liam said, "Hello there."

Zayn slowed down but kept pushing into Louis. Louis whimpered and Zayn's hand flew to his mouth.

"Who the fuck? Wait, you're that boyband that's staying here. Why are you-"

"We're so sorry. We saw a couple paps and need a place to hide for just a minute and your door was unlocked," Liam quickly lied.

"Yeah thank God because I forgot my keys," the man said.

"These?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, thanks." There was moment of silence and Zayn stay deep inside Louis, rolling his hips. Louis was making tiny whining sounds into Zayn's hand. "Well, my family is waiting for me, and I'm sorry about the paps, but I'll need you guys to leave so I can lock the door."

Louis was scratching down Zayn's back in tiny lines and Zayn pushed in harder at the feeling. He hit Louis spot on accident and Louis groaned loudly into Zayn's hand.

"What was that?" the man asked.

"What was what?" Harry asked back.

Louis pushed down to try and feel that feeling again. He rolled back and forth until Zayn's head hit his prostate again. He moaned brokenly into Zayn's hand again.

"That. What was that?" the man repeated.

Zayn took his hand off Louis' mouth and glared at him. "Fuck it." Zayn pulled Louis' legs higher on his waist and held himself up on his forearms.

He rammed into Louis fast and hard. Louis mouth fell open and long, broken moans slipped from his lips as Zayn pounded into his most intimate spot without mercy.

"What the fuck?" the guy yelled and then there were heavy footsteps.

They heard the boys trying to stop the guy, they even heard Liam command him to stop.

"Hurry," Louis wheezed and clenched down on Zayn.

Zayn's breath whooshed out of him at the tightened heat that surrounded his pulsing length. He thrusted two more times and yelled Louis' name as he came inside him.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guy was at the bedroom door now.

"Come for me, Louis," Zayn purred in Louis ear and bit on the soft flesh of his earlobe.

Louis' nails scraped across Zayn's back as he spilled between them. He moaned Zayn's name and shook as his orgasm took over.

Zayn quickly pulled out and wrapped him and Louis up in the bedding. At the door all three of the boys were holding the guy back.

Zayn took the blanket off the bed and gave it to Louis. He took the sheet and wrapped it around himself as he got off the bed. He wiped the cum on his stomach into the sheet and walked to the where the guy was seething.

"I'll have the maid come and clean the whole cabin. I'll pay for your stay here. I'm sorry for invading your privacy. We didn't think anyone was staying here."

The guy shook the other three boys off and walked to Zayn. He swung his fist and hit Zayn with a right hook. The boys moved to defend him but he put a hand up.

"I'm sorry," Zayn said again as he rubbed his jaw. He went back to Louis and kissed his cheek. "Come on. We need to go back to our place."

Louis nodded and grabbed the blanket to keep it around him. Zayn led all the boys, with Louis under his arm, out of the bedroom to the living room.

There were clothes sitting in a chair and Zayn handed Louis his so they could both get dressed. They put their clothes back on and dropped the bedding onto the chair.

The guy was still standing by the bedroom door looking pissed. Zayn apologized one more time and took Louis' hand. They all walked back out into the snow.

Their cabin seemed a hundred years away now but Louis stayed tucked under Zayn's arm and shuffled through the white, frozen village back home.