ferryboatpeak

another abandoned WIP. this was supposed to be some chocolate peanut butter PWP inspired by this gifset. it died its death because I could never figure out what the emotions were supposed to be, although maybe also because i just got bored with the 1D ships.

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Of all the stupid questions they have to answer, choosing between food is the worst. Niall would rather make up celebrity crushes all day than declare his loyalties between Nutella and peanut butter.

Thank god there’s some middle ground here. Louis’s eyes go wide when Niall brings up Reese’s peanut butter cups. Something curls in Niall’s stomach, not hunger.

“Imagine a Reeses’ spread,” Louis enunciates, in that way that means he either thinks he’s got a brilliant idea or he’s trying to get an American interviewer to focus on his accent instead of the bullshit that’s coming out of his mouth.

Niall suspects this is the former, because Louis is still going. “Like, almost a chocolatey…” He clenches his fingertips and draws them slowly downward from his mouth. His hand pauses in front of his stomach, the same place Niall feels it.

He’s got to break eye contact. “Please, stop, please,” Niall insists, turning away. He hopes it looks like he’s overwhelmed by the genius of Louis’s idea, as opposed to overwhelmed by the sight of Louis getting as wound up over food as Niall does.

Niall turns back to the interviewer when they move on to the next question. But the idea’s taken hold; later in the interview, Louis brings up chocolate again, unprompted. In fact, he doesn’t shut up about Nutella and peanut butter for the rest of the night. Which makes it hard for Niall to forget the tension in Louis’s hand during the interview and the way he’d locked his eyes on Niall’s, or the face Louis made when he blew out a breath afterwards.

**

Louis seeks Niall out at the afterparty, both of them several drinks in. He sways in close enough for Niall to see tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, on his cheekbones, from dancing or maybe just from the perpetual motion of being Louis. “This girl just told me that Reeses’ spread actually exists,” Louis shouts above the music, grabbing Niall by the shoulder.

“Sick!” All Niall can think about is thumbing a stripe of chocolate along the damp line of Louis’s throat and chasing it with his tongue. “I wonder where you get it?”

“I’m gonna find out!” Louis squeezes Niall’s shoulder hard and lets go, flinging himself back at the dance floor.

**

The texts come an hour after they’ve gotten back to the hotel, when the adrenaline of the evening has settled and Niall’s finally thinking about going to sleep.

its an actual thing i got some
come over
nowwwww

Niall pads down the hallway barefoot to Louis’s room. Louis flings open the door, shirtless and in track bottoms. He’s brandishing a jar with an orange lid.

“Wow,” Niall says. “It’s really a thing? What’s it taste like?”

“Dunno, I waited for you.” Niall feels oddly touched by such courtesy. Delayed gratification has never been a strength for Louis.

Louis unscrews the lid and drops it on the floor. There’s a seal underneath, which Louis scrabbles at with his fingernails, swearing. Niall finally takes it from him, finds the tab, and rips the seal off in one swipe. He offers the jar back to Louis, open top tilted toward him.

Instead of taking it, Louis dips two fingers in and comes up with a gob of the spread. He holds it up toward Niall, eyebrows raised in a question. Niall’s lips part by way of an answer.

When Louis’s fingertips touch his tongue, Niall sinks his teeth in just enough to keep them there. He takes his time licking off the spread, circling with his tongue and pushing it into the crevice between Louis’s fingers. If he’s sucking at them a little too hard, well, it’s because he really doesn’t want chocolate-tinged drool to escape around the edges.

Niall tries to make eye contact, but Louis is focused on Niall’s mouth. His eyes look dark in the dim light from the lamp on the bedside table.

It’s hard to focus on tasting and swallowing the chocolate peanut butter with the distraction of Louis in his mouth. Niall finally opens up, scraping his teeth just a little along Louis’s fingers as he withdraws them.

Louis sucks in a breath. He points at Niall’s face and then indicates a spot below his own lower lip. “You’ve got…”

Niall moves to wipe his face, but Louis’s tongue gets there first and keeps going, sliding into Niall’s mouth. So that’s how this is going to go. Niall’s not sure whether Louis is more interested in kissing him or chasing the chocolate peanut butter taste, but Louis didn’t need to call Niall up at all, did he, could have stayed in his room all by himself eating peanut butter out of the jar like the raccoon king he is.