Lilo: Tickle Lesson*

A/N: This is a sequel. To read the prequel, please scroll to the bottom and click on the link.

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Louis took a quick peek over at Liam, examining his shirtless body. The boys of One Direction were currently preparing for a live interview, picking out their clothing for the session. It's not like Louis had a thing for his band mate, but ever since that day when Zayn had tickled them, all Louis could think about was tickling the younger lad. He didn't even know Liam was ticklish until that day when they were tied up by Zayn.

Speaking of that day, Zayn had apologized to each and everyone of them, admitting he had let things fall out of control. Everyone had forgiven him, but not without tickling the shit out of Zayn, which Zayn secretly enjoyed. Since then, though, each boy was extra cautious around the Pakistani lad, fearing he would ensnare them in his arms and let his fingers run free all over their sensitive bodies.

However, this urge was passed onto Louis. He wanted to tickle each and every one of them, especially Liam. He just needed to wait for the right moment.

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"Liam, please?"

"Niall, this is like the third time; I said no."

The blonde had been pestering the older brunette about going to an ice cream parlor that Harry had taken to Niall over a month ago. One lick of the dessert and Niall was instantly hooked, quickly finishing the one in his hand and ordering a second. Since then, the blonde went to the ice cream parlor every few days by himself. He was starting to become self-conscious, though, because after several visits, the employees started giving him strange looks. Niall tried to bait Liam into going with him by saying that the ice cream was top-notch, since he didn't want to go alone and refused to tell Liam, but the older lad kept brushing Niall aside.

"But, Liam, I swear, you'll love it!"

"Niall, I don't even like sweet things that much," Liam told the shorter boy.

"Liam, please!" Niall pleaded. "I just don't want to go alone!"

Liam looked down at the smaller blonde and smirked. "Oh, so that's what this is about."

"Y-Yeah, I go there a lot and they started looking at me funny there," Niall said shamefully, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. "I don't know, I guess someone going with me would just make it better."

Liam pulled Niall in really close and put his mouth near the boy's ear, slightly tickling him with his breath. "Niall?"

"Yeah, Liam?"

"Why don't you grow a pair instead?"

"Liam!" Niall whined.

The brunette burst out into laughter at his blonde band mate's reaction. However, he soon realized that Niall looked a bit hurt by his response, so he sighed and pulled the blonde in for a hug. "Fine, I'll go with you."

Niall's expression instantly lit up when he heard Liam agree to go with him. "Off we go!" the blonde exclaimed with excitement, dragging Liam by the arm towards the door.

Before Niall could put his hand on the doorknob, though, the door swung open, allowing Louis to enter the flat. The feather-haired boy had just arrived from a jog, his face flushed red.

"Where are you two going?" Louis asks, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"To the ice cream parlor," Niall tells his friend gleefully.

"And I'm his date," Liam speaks up, causing the other two lads to chuckle.

"Well, you two have fun," Louis says, playfully poking Niall a few times in the stomach, causing the blonde to giggle and back away. He looks over at Liam and attempts to do the same thing, but Liam swats his hands away.

"Don't even try, Tomlinson," the brunette growls, causing Louis to chuckle. With that, Liam walked out with his "date", shutting the door behind them.

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Liam knew it was a bad idea when he agreed to go with Niall to the ice cream shop. The blonde was right; the ice cream was delicious and Liam ate more than he should have. Now, he was on some kind of sugar rush back at home, playing a game of hide-and-seek with Niall. Normally, in his right mind, Liam would have flat out rejected the request, but since he was all hyped up on sugar, he couldn't say no to the just-as-hyper blonde.

Currently, the brunette was cramming himself in a small closet, since Liam was the one hiding and Niall was seeking. Listening to his own rough breath, Liam went over his plan. The minute Niall moved the sliding panel of the closet, Liam would jump out and tackle the blonde because everyone knows Niall is a total wuss and is scared easily. The blonde would probably be pissed, but Liam could easily make it up to him by bringing him back to the ice cream parlor.

Suddenly, Liam could hear footsteps on the other side of the panel. Quietly, he set himself into position, getting ready to pounce. The minute the door slid open, Liam started his attack, screaming like a madman.

"Liam! What the hell?!"

The brunette was too busy wrestling with his target that he didn't realize that the voice was distinctly British and not Irish. The two boys tussled, rolling around the room a bit, before Liam was pinned down on the floor, his arms above held above his head. It was when Liam looked up at his opponent that he realized he didn't jump on Niall, but Louis.

"What was that for?!" Louis spat harshly, panting from rough-housing with Liam.

"Oh, Niall and I were playing hide-and-seek and I was planning to scare him, but you weren't Niall," Liam admitted, blushing from his mistake. "Just let me up."

Louis rolled his eyes at the explanation and was about to move off of the younger lad, but then an idea came to mind, one that had been buried deep in his head, but managed to resurface.

"Louis, get off already," Liam said, breaking the feather-haired boy out out of his trance.

"Not just yet," Louis replied, tracing his finger over Liam's collarbone.

Liam began shifting his head, trying his best to avoid Louis' hand. "W-What are you doing?"

"This." With that, Louis began wildly scribbling the fingers of his free hand all over the younger lad's stomach.

The tickling was certainly an unexpected surprise for Liam. The minute he felt the fingers moving against his toned stomach, the brunette's eyes went wide and he burst out into laughter.

"Stohohohop!" Liam giggled madly. "It tihihihickles!"

"That's the point," Louis said, sticking his fingers under Liam's shirt to intensify the tickling.

"What're you guys doing?"

Louis stopped the tickling to look over his shoulder. By the door was Niall, a confused look plastered on the blonde's face.

"Niall, help!" Liam cried out.

The blonde took a step forward, but immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw Louis shoot him a glare. "I was playing with him first!" Niall whined, still a bit hyper from all the sugar.

Louis was about to tell Niall to fuck off, but then another great idea popped into his head. "Get Zayn for me," Louis demanded.

Niall looked over at Liam's begging eyes and Louis' cold stare. "B-But--"

"No 'buts'! Louis almost yelled. "Get Zayn, or you'll be next."

Flashbacks of the ruthless tickling he had to endure flooded Niall's mind. Without a second thought, the blonde sprinted out of the room, searching for the Bradford boy in the process.

"Alright, now where were we?" Louis asked, making sure Niall was actually gone. He stuck his free hand under Liam's shirt again and fished for his ribs, moving his hands blazingly swift once he had found them.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! LOUHUUHU NOHOHOHOHO!" Liam was suddenly brought back to the time Zayn tied them up and tickled their little brains out, which puzzled him, since Louis had to suffer through it too, so the older boy would know what Liam was going through right now.

Louis immediately stopped when he heard a heavy sigh from behind him, causing him to turn around. Standing over them was Zayn, his arms folded over each other and an unamused look pasted on his face.

"You're doing it wrong," Zayn said once Liam had managed to catch his breath.

"What do you mean?" Louis questioned, confused by Zayn's comment. "It's just tickling; it can't be that hard."

Zayn simply rolled his eyes at Louis' statement, before walking away. "I'll be right back," the raven-haired boy yelled from down the hallway.

Louis looked back at his prey, staring Liam straight in the face. The brunette shot daggers at the older boy, but Louis just responded with a shrug.

"You're a little shit," Liam spat.

Louis shrugged again at the response. "Can't blame me. It's actually really fun; I can see why Zayn loves tickling so much."

Just then, Zayn came walking back into the room, carrying a small leather briefcase in one hand. He set it down by Liam and Louis and opened the case, rummaging through the contents inside for a few seconds, before pulling an object out. He then went behind Louis and over to Liam's feet. The brunette felt each ankle being slightly lifted, followed by a "click".

"W-What was that?" Liam began to panic, not being able to move his feet apart farther than an inch.

"Handcuffs," Zayn said nonchalantly.

Louis raised one of his eyebrows into a questioning look. "Why exactly do you have handcuffs?"

"Don't ask why. Just be glad you have them now," Zayn said, walking back to the suitcase and taking out another pair. "Release his arms for a second."

Louis was hesitant to do so, but he did as he was told. Sure enough, Liam sat up and tried to push the two other boys away and escape, but it wasn't like he could run anywhere with his legs restrained. Soon, a new pair of handcuffs were placed around the brunette's wrists, restraining his arms as well.

"Bastards, the both of you!" Liam spat vehemently as he felt himself being lifted and thrown on the bed behind him.

"Cussing won't make it any better for you," Zayn told Liam, grabbing the cuffs around the brunette's ankles. The raven-haired boy used another pair of handcuffs to attach the cuffs around Liam's ankles to the footboard of the bed, preventing Liam from moving his legs even more.

Meanwhile, Liam was examining the other contents in the suitcase. He picked through an assortment of feathers, each one a different color and size. There were several paintbrushes, some finer, or coarser, than others. Louis also found an electric toothbrush, a hairbrush, a comb similar to what Zayn normally uses, a roll of duct tape, and a few different rags. The feather-haired boy picked up a bottle of an unknown clear liquid and began swishing it around in the container.

"You have a lot of stuff," Louis commented.

"I have more," Zayn replied, attaching another handcuff to the cuffs around Liam's wrists and cuffing it to the headboard above Liam, stretching his arms above his head. "That's just my on-the-go kit."

"Okay, I'm not even gonna bother asking why you have something like that," Liam said, pulling at his restraints.

"It's for when we get a chance like this," Zayn remarked, setting a blindfold over Liam's eyes and walking down to Liam's feet. "Alright, Lou, come over here. I'll teach you how to properly tickle someone."

Louis went over to where Zayn was. He watched as Zayn ripped off one of Liam's white Converses, dropping it on the floor. Slowly, Zayn began to drag his fingers on Liam's sock-covered sole, causing the foot to slightly twitch and sporadic giggles to spill from Liam's mouth.

"See, you want to start out lightly," Zayn told Louis in a hushed tone, continuing to graze his fingers over Liam's foot. "Builds up anticipation."

Louis nodded slowly, observing each and every motion. He watched as Zayn began to slowly pick up pace, causing Liam's foot to twitch more, but never speeding up too much. Liam's laughter also grew slightly, but never more than a few giggles.

"Guhuhuys! Stop!" Liam couldn't see who exactly was tickling him and he couldn't hear their conversations because of how quiet they were, leaving Liam totally in the dark.

"Can't tire him out too quickly," Zayn told Louis, giving the ticklee a little break. "Alright, clothing, like socks and shirts, give the ticklee a false sense of protection. When you remove that barrier, it's like their last form of defense crumbles, leaving them more vulnerable and ticklish. Would you like to do the honors for me?"

Louis nodded, making sure to take all of Zayn's lecture in. He then grabbed the top of Liam's thin ankle sock and using what he had learned, pulled the toe of the sock slowly to create anticipation. The second Liam felt his sock slide past his heel, he began to panic, begging for them to stop. However, Louis kept going and soon, Liam's sock came off with a "pop".

"Alright, now, we just pick up at the pace we left on, but continue to speed up just like before," Zayn told Louis, doing what he just taught the older lad. "I know how me teaching you how to tickle someone properly might seem silly, but if you want the best results, then you have to do it right."

"Nah, it's all good," Louis replied, watching Zayn begin to scribble all over Liam's bare sole at a moderate pace, producing constant laughter.

"Okay, now it's your turn to tickle him," Zayn stated, moving his hand away from Liam's foot and walking over to the brunette's chest. "Do what I taught you."

Louis followed Liam and sat on the side of the bed. The sudden shift in weight caused Liam to become more alert. Before he could protest, though, Louis' fingers were already poking and prodding at his sides.

"Nohohoho, Louhuhuhu! Stop!" Although the tickling hadn't gotten that bad, it was especially annoying for Liam because every time he would shift his body to avoid being poked, Louis' other hand would be waiting, ready to poke the other side.

Louis kept up the light tickling, always keeping Liam in light giggles. He started moving over to Liam's toned stomach, tracing over his abs through the t-shirt. He outlined each one, forcing Liam to fall into a pit of helpless giggles.

"Plehehehease! Stohohohohop!"

"This is actually kind of fun," Louis commented, getting dangerously close to Liam's ribs, but then backing down.

"See, now you know why I like tickling you guys so much," Zayn chuckled.

The feather-haired lad decided it was time to move on to the next phase. He took the hem of Liam's black tee and lifted it over the younger lad's face and over his head, effectively leaving his upper-body bare. Louis could see Liam slightly shiver at the cool air making contact with his skin, which only invited Louis to tickle the sensitive flesh. He started circling the rim of Liam's bellybutton at an agonizingly slow pace, causing the squirming to intensify.

"Nohohoho! Lou, dohohohont!" Liam knew what exactly was coming, even though he couldn't see anything past the blindfold.

Liam's suspicions were confirmed when he felt the fingers being removed from his stomach. They were soon replaced by a pair of lips that vibrated along his skin, causing Liam to release high-pitched squeals.

"D'aww, Daddy Direction ain't so tough now," Louis said, before blowing another raspberry, not giving time for Liam to cuss him out.

"Ahahahahahaha! Stahahahap!" More high-pitched peals of laughter were released into the room, much to Liam's discontent.

A smile formed on Zayn's face, glad to see one of them enjoying himself. He went back over to his suitcase full of tickle tools and rummaged through the items. "I forgot to say," the raven-haired boy started, "you can use tickle tools anytime throughout the session. Each one produces different reactions."

"What do you suggest?" Louis had gone back to scribbling his fingernails all over Liam's stomach and sides, keeping the brunette writhing with laughter.

Zayn tossed an object at Louis, expecting the older lad to catch it, but Louis was too caught up in torturing Liam that he didn't see the flying item fly through the air towards him. It ended up knocking into his head, causing Louis to yelp in pain and glare at Zayn, who just chuckled at him.

Louis picked up the object that was thrown at him and realized it was the bottle of liquid he was examining earlier. "What is it?"

"Baby oil," Zayn responded. "It's my favorite for tickling. Makes the skin nice and smooth, which leaves the ticklee more sensitive and allows you to move your nails more easily."

While Liam began to panic at the sound of the description, Louis immediately perked up. A devilish grin spread across the Doncaster lad's face as he put several drops all over Liam's chest and smeared it all over his upper-body. He then tested what Zayn had told him, running his fingers all over Liam's abs. His fingers were able to slide over the toned muscles with minimum effort, but more of a result than before.

"Ahahahahahaha! Gahahahahaha Louhuhuhuhu!" Liam was starting to become breathless with his ticklishness amplified. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take.

Zayn was starting to get bored of watching his friend tickle the shit out of the other, so the Bradford boy decided he wanted to be part of the action. He grabbed a feather from the case and knelt in front of Liam's bare sole, sawing the feather through the long toes. Zayn knew Liam wasn't as ticklish on his feet as anywhere else, but he knew the feather would prove to be a nuisance to "Daddy Direction". When Liam started clenching his toes to keep Zayn from using the feather on his delicate toes, Zayn grabbed the digits, pulling them back and using the quill to torment the foot.

Meanwhile, Louis had started to edge dangerously close to Liam's ribs, causing the lad's laughter to intensify, along with Zayn's added tickling. He would spider his fingers close to the ribs, but then back off, when Liam would start shaking with laughter, building anticipation like he was taught.

"Ahahahaha! Guhuhuhuys stahahahap!" Liam wasn't even sure why he was saying "stop", since from the past few minutes, they had obviously been ignoring him.

Back at the end of the bed, Zayn decided it was time to move on. He stripped Liam of his other shoe and gave his socked foot a quick tickle, before discarding of the sock as well. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of baby oil and put a few drops in his hand, massaging Liam's foot and smearing the liquid. Afterwards, Zayn grabbed the sides of Liam's foot nice and right with one hand and with the other, Zayn began running a hairbrush along the sole, kicking Liam's laughter up a notch.

Deciding to up the ante as well, Louis started straddling Liam's waist. He then began running his fingers over Liam's smooth ribs, driving the brunette absolutely crazy.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!" Even though Liam was preparing for this moment the whole time, his whole body still felt like it was electrocuted.

"Poor, Lili. Can't even take a little tickling," Louis taunted, proving to be a ruthless tickler. He began playing Liam's rib cage like a keyboard, each rib producing a different note in Louis' head. Louis was making life for Liam so bad that he was almost bucked off where he was sitting.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHA!" Poor Liam was lost in a world of tickling, a universe where nothing was coherent. The tickling had felt like an hour, when really, it was only a little more than twenty minutes.

After about another five minutes, Zayn got up and put his hand on Louis' shoulder. "I think it's time we let him go."

"Fine," Louis sighed, getting off Liam's waist.

"I suggest you run," Zayn advised, unlocking the handcuffs around Liam's ankles with a key. "He's gonna be pissed when I let him go."

Louis nodded and immediately ran out of the room. Zayn chuckled and removed the damp blindfold from Liam's eyes, revealing a familiar glare. Ignoring it, Zayn unlocked one of the cuffs around Liam's wrists. He then placed the key on Liam's chest and ran out of the room, leaving Liam to unlock his other wrist, not wanting to be around when the brunette finally released himself.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU TWO!"