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The water is ice cold as it hits him. It makes his skin tingle and he shivers as he rakes his fingers in to get the water right at his scalp, he scrubs at his greasy roots with his nails as the cold water drips down and soaks the neck of his shirt.
Liam reaches blindly over the sink and he grabs the small bottle of shampoo he left there earlier, it takes a minute but eventually he gets the cap off and pours it all over his hair.
His neck and back are already fucking killing him from bending over the sink and the awkward way he’s ducking under the faucet. Liam’s not opposed to bending over every once in a while. It’s good exercise, that. Gets him plenty of points, it does.
But it’s just not an ideal situation for a rockstar, is it? Washing your three-days old hair in a truckstop bathroom in the middle of fucking nowhere, USA.
Don’t let The Sun get a whiff of this.
The door swings open as he finishes rinsing his hair, he knocks the back of his head against the faucet about five times but eventually the water runs clear and he turns it off.
“It’s the only thing I could find,” He hears from somewhere behind him. A moment later something soft covers Liam’s head. His touch is gentle as he uses the makeshift towel to squeeze the excess water from Liam’s soaked hair.
Liam groans and his head drops further into the disgusting porcelain sink, as his brother keeps rubbing his fingers through the towel across his scalp, his other hand comes up and he presses his thumb in along the crick in Liam’s neck. It's fucking heaven, that.
He pulls his hands off after a minute, rakes his fingers through Liam’s hair to get his fringe out of his face when he stands up. He takes the makeshift towel with him. He unfolds it for Liam to see as he gives him a sweet smile, all crinkly eyes and crooked teeth. “I Love OHIO” it reads.
“Really funny,” Liam says, it’s hard to be sarcastic when Noel’s looking at him like that, even if he’s being a little shit, probably.
“I even got it in your size.”
“Real thoughtful, aren’t you?” He grins back.
Noel laughs, half stifled and too giddy. A laugh that he would’ve definitely smothered if he didn’t like Liam so much these days, “I really am, aren’t I?” He says as he pulls the shirt taut between his hands and slings it over Liam’s neck and pulls him closer. “Aren’t you lucky for having such a thoughtful big brother?”
They’re nose to nose now. Noel is probably standing on his little toes. Liam leans down to help him out and kisses him, real soft and gentleman like. “The luckiest.” His hands come up to rest on his hips. “Want me to wash your hair?”
He ignores Liam for the sake of some more kissing, pushes him against the sink and licks into his mouth. “I’ll wait for the hotel.” He breathes out eventually. Something smashes outside and someone shouts. Noel jumps two feet away from him. “Fuck.”
“How long are we staying?” Liam asks as turns to face the mirror. He tries to re-adjust himself after his improvised half shower. His shirt is almost soaked and his hair is brushed back awkwardly from Noel’s hands.
“Dunno. The guys are eating at the diner, I think.” He’s staring at Liam in the mirror, arms crossed as he pretends to look at his fingernails.
Liam nods as he rubs the cotton shirt/towel over his hair some more and stares at Noel back in the mirror. “It feels really good, you know. Clean hair is clean hair.”
Noel’s reflection shrugs as he scrunches his nose. “Don’t feel like it.”
Liam hums, “suit yourself.”
He starts fixing his hair so it dries in the proper direction. His fringe is real fussy without a blowdry so he has to be careful. Maybe he can find a hat that will keep it flat until it’s completely dry.
Liam looks over at his brother and he’s just staring at his nails blankly now. His shirt is barely buttoned and there’s a red bruise right under his jaw.
He drops the shirt in the sink and turns around. “Noel.”
His brother doesn’t even look up. “Yeah?”
Liam swallows and gets closer to him, close enough that he has to look up. “What?” he blinks in confusion.
He puts his hand on his brother’s hips as he ducks his head and licks over the red love bite he left only a few hours ago. “Probably not your biggest concern right now.”
He's pushing halfheartedly at Liam's chest. “What’s that?”
“Clean hair,” Liam says into his ear. “Cause what's the point of clean hair?” His tongue darts out and he licks his earlobe and Noel hisses. “ If you're so filthy everywhere else?” He slides his hand down the back of his jeans and pinches.
Noel huffs an annoyed breath as he tries to squirm away. “Fuck right off, Liam.”
Liam tightens his hold on his waist and snakes his fingers under his waistband. “Come on, Noely,” he whines, nosing down his neck and leaving a few soft kisses in his way. “Let us get a taste.”
He's digging his blunt nails into Liam's upper arm now, trying to escape his grip, his prissy little face all scrunched up. “Fuck’s wrong with you? Anyone could walk in right now, you daft cunt.”
Liam only grins down at him. “Let ‘em.” He tightens his other arm around his waist and stands up straight, until his brother’s little feet are an inch above the ground. Liam laughs as he runs with him into the nearest stall, clutched tight as he kicks and slaps at him.
“Come on, come on,” Liam begs as he locks the door and pushes him against it. Noel lands a slap right against his ear as he curses him out again. “No one’s gonna come in, alright? It's so fucking dead outside and everyone we know is at the restaurant.” Liam grabs one of his wild hands and presses it against his mouth. “Please.”
“Fuck!” Noel shouts. If they get found out it will be because of all the screaming, he's sure. But some things are better left unsaid. “Why do you never fucking listen?”
It's a crack. Only a little more and he'll crumble right down and melt into Liam. He leans down to take his mouth, kisses him slowly and runs his hands along his body. “Just want you so bad,” he says when they pull apart, he makes his voice low and huffs out ragged breaths against Noel’s ear. Until the hairs at his neck prickle and stand up.
He turns his head away from Liam and squeezes his eyes shut. “You're such a cunt.”
That's almost a yes.
He's not fighting or pushing him off anymore. Liam gets in his space and touches his fingers to his brother's face gingerly, tips his head to face Liam again. He opens his eyes slowly, long lashes blinking up at Liam and his pretty mouth twisted in displeasure.
“Don't be mad,” he whispers and presses a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Drive me crazy, you do.”
And it's like a switch has been flipped. Noel whines and grabs Liam by the collar of his shirt and smashes their lips together in a rushed kiss. He’s all spit and teeth and tongue. Liam can barely keep up.
Liam grinds his hips against his brother so he feels how hard he is in his running shorts. Noel groans into his mouth and bites his bottom lip. He snakes a hand down Liam's body and squeezes him over his clothes.
“Jesus. Fuck.” He says between heaving breaths. Looking at Liam with dark eyes.
“Will you let me do it?” Liam says as he pushes his hips into Noel's hand. “Let me taste you? Get you cleaned up?”
Noel throws his head back and it smacks against the wooden stall door. “You're gonna be the death of me, I swear.” He turns around to face away from Liam and he hears the sound of his jeans being unzipped.
Liam tries to control the giddy noises escaping him as he presses kisses to the back of his neck and grinds his cock right between his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Noel grunts back in annoyance, like he’s not the one dropping his trousers.
Liam drops to his knees and helps him pull his jeans down. He leaves them to pool around his ankles and stares at his little bum behind his boxers. They're a thin worn pair that he likes, a plain blue cotton that fits just right.
He's kind of overwhelmed right now, he wants to kiss him and suck him and lick him all at once. “Noely,” he whines.
His hand is in Liam's hair, his spine twisted so he can look at him properly. His lips are kiss swollen and he's looking at Liam like he's something out of this world. “C’mon kid.”
Liam buries his face right there and takes a deep breath. Noel makes an indignant noise as Liam opens his mouth and kisses and sucks the soft flesh through the cotton.
He looks up and Noel's facing forward again, he’s lifting his own shirt and it's bunched up over his chest, letting Liam see more of him. He kisses the dimple in his spine as he pushes his pants down, just enough for his arse to stick out.
Noel makes a noise as Liam’s hands come up to fondle the soft flesh, his thumbs dip between his cheeks and he pushes them apart, exposing his little hole. Puffed red and glossy from this morning.
Liam leans over and gives him a tentative lick. Just to get a taste. He's rewarded by Noel sighing and pushing his arse out, head leaning against the door. He tilts his head to look back at Liam, eyes half lidded and lip caught between his teeth, kiss bruised and bright red.
It's too much, and not enough at the same time. Liam puts his tongue against his hole, it flutters against his mouth as he pushes inside and sucks the flesh around it. It's heady and sweaty and Noel keeps making small breathy noises as Liam tries to get deeper and works his lips harder.
The taste hits him then, warm and salty and himself. He can't help but moan, he reaches a hand inside his own pants and squeezes.
He leans back, a string of saliva and spunk connecting him to the mess he's left inside his brother.
Noel is panting heavily, looking down at Liam as he gets a hand around himself. “You’re disgusting.”
Liam grins back at him and spreads him open again, biting one cheek playfully. “It's still getting you off,” he says as he slides his middle finger in all the way.
Whatever response Noel was about to fire back is gone as he lets out a choked back moan and presses himself flat against the door. His cock trapped against the wood as he shoves his hips up to get some stimulation. It looks nice like this. Red and wet at the tip. If Liam didn't have any other plans he'd just let him get himself off like that, desperately humping a bathroom stall somewhere in America because he can't get enough of his brother’s fingers and tongue.
He's got other plans though. Liam drives his finger in deep and curves it, dragging out the rest of the sticky mess. He licks and sucks around his fingers and puts his nose to it and breathes in. Sweat and salt and himself, his smell mixed in with Noel's until you can’t tell which is which.
Noel is moaning like he's behind some locked hotel room door and not the flimsy stall door that doesn't even reach the floor. It rattles as he shoves his hips up against it, but he doesn't stop.
Liam licks him clean and kisses all around his pretty hole. “Taste so fucking good, Noely,” he says, “taste just like me.”
Noel lets out a startled noise and jerks his hips back against Liam’s fingers and mouth. Moves his arse against Liam's face to get more. He's curving his back and rubbing his hole against Liam’s mouth and nose, not giving him a chance to do anything but slacken his jaw and curve his fingers just right and let his brother ride his tongue and fingers.
“Fuck. Fuck, Liam.” He's completely gotten over getting caught now. Same as he always does when things get hot. Liam wishes someone would walk in right now, would come into the bathroom and look under the stall and see Liam on his knees, his brother moaning his name as he drives his arse back against Liam’s face.
Liam’s barely thinking anymore, but he gets whatever is left of his brain to move his hand and reach around Noel's body and grab his cock. He moans and his hand is in Liam’s hair now, grabbing him tight and holding him in place as he rides his face.
Liam squeezes around the head of his cock until more precum spills out, gets everything wet as he starts to stroke him now. Only takes a few and he groans and comes all over Liam's fist. His hole clenches and flutters around Liam’s fingers and tongue as he chases his release, choked back moans and breathy sighs fill the bathroom until he finally stills and his hand softens in Liam’s hair.
A pained overstimulated whine leaves Noel’s throat as Liam pulls his fingers out and swipes his tongue over his hole a few times, licking him clean and leaving a few soft kisses around the skin.
“Stop,” he breathes out, shoving his cock into Liam's wet fist weakly.
His voice is so small and fucked out Liam is fighting the urge to cream in his keks right now. He takes his wet hand back and stands up. Pushes his prick right between his cheeks and groans.
“Now I’m the one that needs cleaning up, Noely.”
For a moment he's expecting an elbow to the ribs, but for some reason Noel deflates and leans back into Liam, fumbles for his messy hand and stares at it for a second. Almost fascinated by his own come on Liam's palm, milky white and sticking to the spaces between his fingers.
He brings it to his mouth slowly. Liam watches his little pink tongue poke out between his lips. He lets out a breathy whine as Liam touches his fingertips together playfully, spreading the mess further.
He grips Liam’s hand by the wrist and brings it right at his face. He starts out by leaving little kitten licks on his palm, makes all those tiny small noises like he's still turned on beyond belief, can't keep it in. When it's as clean as it’s gonna get he starts sucking on Liam's fingers, taking in each one slowly and rubbing his tongue along it until he's satisfied, letting each one out of his mouth with a wet pop.
Liam's hand is the cleanest it's ever been, he's sure. But his brother keeps going, eyes half lidded and hazy, like he's lost in it and not here anymore.
He holds him by the waist and moves his hips against his back again. “You want more?” His voice is almost shot, he's so turned on.
Like Liam's voice just woke him up from a nap he opens his eyes wide, takes a deep shaky breath and drops Liam's hand. He turns around in his arms and touches his face, he’s breathing right against Liam's mouth. He watches his face for a second and touches Liam's wet lips. Then he starts licking him clean, his chin and his lips and around his mouth. Gets him even more wet and messy in the process. He doesn't seem to notice.
Liam needs it so fucking much he’s throbbing, has to shove his hand inside his own pants and squeeze at the root, trying to get a grip.
Noel seems to notice and makes a noise in the back of his throat. Finally stops licking Liam long enough to drop to his knees. His forehead rests against the bulge in Liam’s shorts and he rubs it in. “Come on, Noely. Won't fucking last.”
He nods and pulls Liam out of his shorts. Stares up at him with half lidded eyes as he shoves his face into Liam's crotch and inhales. Makes a pleased little noise that almost makes Liam shoot his load right there, on his face.
When Liam puts a hand in his hair to get him to do something he moves away.
“No,” he says.
Suddenly his voice is not soft and breathy anymore, no, no. This is the chief. Makes Liam stand up a little straighter and everything. “Don't touch.” He grabs hold of each of Liam's wrists and keeps them by his sides. Smiles up at him sweetly as Liam’s cock twitches and he groans. “Gonna be a good boy?”
“Fuck. Don't fucking say that. Fuck.” They're not even trying to stay quiet anymore. He hasn't been paying attention to outside noises anyway, they could have an entire audience out there and he wouldn't know. Noel ignores him and licks along his shaft, reaches the head and leaves a sweet little kiss at the tip that makes his hips jerk.
“Holy– fuck. Yes, yes. I’m gonna be a good fucking boy.” Liam says through gritted teeth.
He pulls off and looks at him with an almost bored look. “Is that how you say it?”
Liam can't help but whine as he tries to move his hips towards Noel again. But he moves his head back and his grip on Liam's wrists tightens.
He really is a twisted bastard, and Liam just got him off for the second time today all nice and sweet.
Liam lets out a long suffering sigh. “Please, Noel. I’ll do anything for your mouth.” He waits for a beat. Makes sure his brother is watching, of course he is, jaw tight and eyes hazy. “I’m gonna be a good boy, yeah?” A soft sigh. “Your good boy.”
It's all it takes. Noel takes a shuddering breath and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue slightly, eyes encouraging.
Fucking hell, it’s almost inviting. Liam shoves his cock into his brother’s waiting mouth and groans. Wet heat surrounds him as Noel closes his lips around him and relaxes his jaw. Letting Liam shove more of himself as he starts fucking his mouth. His balls slapping against Noel's chin as he tries to get more of the tight and velvety heat.
He's looking up at Liam still, mouth wet with spit as Liam drags his cock in and out at a fast pace. He's whining nonsense at his brother. “So fucking good, Noely. Perfect fucking mouth.”
He does something with his tongue that makes stars explode behind his eye. Liam chases his release, throbbing cock as his hips jerk wildly, his hands are still firmly held by his sides.
Noel just sits on his knees, mouth open as his little brother fucks his mouth. His pants bunched around his ankles and half stiff cock resting against his pale thighs.
Liam shoves his prick in the plump mouth roughly and shudders, white ropes of come fill his brother’s mouth as he drags his cock in and out again, painting him with the white mess and staining his lips and chin.
His hips jerk through the aftershocks, he finally pulls his cock out when it starts getting too much.
Noel looks up at him again, stained face and red mouth. He blinks a few times then does something that almost makes Liam scream. He opens his mouth and takes his over sensitive cock in again, sucking the head in greedily like he hadn't had enough.
Liam's moaning now like he can't help himself. “Fuck, no, no. Can't.” He tries to thrash away but Noel’s got a deathgrip around his wrists.
His brother ignores him, keeps sucking his cock like he's starved, ropes of come across his chin as he drags his mouth up and down the length.
“Noely, please…”
He can't fucking believe it, his cock pulses violently and he comes again, he groans and throws his head back as more come is drained out of him. It hits Noel in the face again and he laps it up greedily.
Liam whines as his prick twitches one last time. “Quit it,” He says through a shaky breath.
Like he's left earth now and can't hear his poor little brother anymore, he puts his lips over the head again, come dripping from his chin as he tries to lap up what's left on Liam's cock.
He jerks his hips away and whines, so sensitive now it almost burns. “Please, please. Noel.”
He gives his twitching prick on last soft kiss as he leans back, rests his forehead on Liam’s thigh and closes his eyes.
“So much for cleaning you up,” Liam says as he pets his hair.
He hums and the corner of his lip quirks up, a sort of twisted satisfaction in his dreamy face.
“Fucking weirdo,” Liam says as he gets his hands finally free and hauls his brother up by the shoulder. “There's something seriously wrong with you.”
He's unbothered to say the least, loose limbed and lazy as Liam pulls his jeans up and buckles him in. He gets a wad of toilet paper and tries to clean them both up as best as he can. They need that hotel room like yesterday.
When he unlocks the stall door and sticks his head out the bathroom is empty. The stupid towel t-shirt still in the sink where they left it.
“It's clear, I guess.”
Noel shuffles out from behind him and he takes in his surroundings, eyes coming down back to earth finally. Shockingly, he doesn't seem that pissed about Liam trying something in public, now that he got off. He walks to one of the sinks and turns the water on, he uses the cheap soap to wash his face and hands.
Noel combs his hair back and fixes his shirt. He seems to consider something then he lifts his arm and sniffs underneath. He scrunches his nose unpleasantly. “Really need that fucking shower.”
Fuck. Liam is definitely going to steal that shirt from his laundry bag.
When he deems them both fit to be in public he motions with his head to the door, all chief like, and Liam follows.
He's just got through the door when he sees Noel kick something off.
“What's that?” Liam says as he takes a closer look.
It's a yellow plastic sign, one of the triangular ones that stand up.
‘OUT OF ORDER’ it says in bold red.
Liam can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him, loud and obnoxious as it is. “Can't fucking believe it.”
His shoulders are up to his ear now with embarrassment. He crosses his arms across his chest as he starts walking towards the restaurant. “Fucking what? Get on with it.”
“Come on!” Liam runs to catch up with him, gets his arm around his neck as he squeezes his little head under his arm and ruffles his sweaty hair. “Cheeky and cute, you are.”
He yells something not nice and stomps on Liam's foot until he has to let him go. But he's biting back a tiny smile so it's alright.
Liam lets them walk back quietly, only knocking their shoulders together a little. It's the best he can do.