driving instructor fic
His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.
Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently "not another surly teacher" meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin's trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.
Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who's really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.
- Part 1 of driving instructor fic
"We were wondering if you could give us a hand. Or a brush." Louis gestures to the wax warmer, but there's no way Zayn's taking his eyes off him right now. It... doesn't look like he's joking.
Louis smirks at him, and starts scraping the wax off Harry's back with a blunt fingernail. Harry makes this high noise, and Zayn wonders if he's been holding his breath during Louis' exchange with Zayn, but now that he's got his attention back he can't help himself. "Of course. He's the one that got you standing here, isn't he? Wanted to be extra loud and pretty so you'll see what a good boy he is for his daddy."
Or, the daddyfic sequel where Harry has a birthday, Louis is a good boyfriend, and Zayn's the most helpful best mate ever.
- Part 2 of driving instructor fic