Behind the Cameras

"Later"

January 2012- Scotland

This one did NOT turn out how I was expecting. I genuinely apologize; I swore to myself I wouldn't write this type of smut.

Warning: choking, in case that is a trigger.

Harry noticed the black fuzz on the stage floor before anything else. He was curious. Sometimes, fans would throw bras on stage. He assumed it was that at first. He walked over to see. He wasn't opposed to looking at a pretty, fuzzy black bra. He liked pretty things.

However, it wasn't that. They were handcuffs. Harry looked down at them, a bit surprised. Was he allowed to pick them up? He looked around. No one really seemed to be paying attention to him. They had just finished singing One Thing. Louis was headed to the front of the stage to thank everyone for coming.

Harry kneeled down and touched them. They felt soft. Slowly, he picked up the handcuffs and weighed them in his hand. They were pretty light, but seemed tough enough to hold someone down. Whoever got them must have bought them at a real shop, not a fake halloween costume thing.

It was the type of thing Harry knew he wouldn't be able to actually go out and buy. He wanted them. He also wanted to show Louis.

It was his birthday next month; he considered taking them and saving them for a birthday present for himself. Louis would be into it, he thought.

Wouldn't he? They hadn't ever done anything like that. They had only moved in together a couple months ago, and were now touring Up All Night. Louis fucked him into the creaky hotel room mattress almost every night. But when they were back home, he lied Harry down and lathered him, making sure to touch every part of his body with his mouth. He was soft, then rough when he knew Harry needed that too.

But Louis handcuffing him to the bed before fucking him? Yes, please. Before Harry could think of what he was doing, he picked up the cuffs and headed over to Louis.

He realized his mistake way too late. Louis was literally in the front and center of the stage, talking to the crowd. Harry went over and a bit in front of him, holding out his hand with the black furry cuffs. He couldn't read Louis' expression at first.

But then Louis brought the microphone to his mouth, a glint in his eyes as he looked back at Harry. "Later," he said.

Shit, okay. Harry tucked the cuffs into his inner suit pocket as he walked away. For the first time in forever, he was thankful they made him wear a suitcoat on stage.

He was probably too excited.

. . .

Louis was already kissing him as they walked through the door to their room. Nothing too needy, nothing too hot. Just a soft, sweet kiss. "Nice show, hm?" said Louis. He pulled away from Harry and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Yeah," sighed Harry. He sat on the edge of one of the large hotel room beds silently, watching Louis. He hadn't changed. The handcuffs were still in his inner suit pocket, hot and heavy against his left chest.

Harry watched Louis take off his button-down, and appreciated his back for a quick moment. Everything about Louis screamed 'fucking hot.' At least in Harry's mind. His back muscles were defined as he reached up to hang his shirt in the small closet. His skin was golden and shining. Louis' skin was always glowing. Harry wasn't sure how.

"Watching me, baby?" Louis teased as he turned back around. He beamed at Harry. "What do you wanna do then? Want me to fuck you with your clothes on?" Louis went to take off his trousers.

Harry knew Louis was poking fun since he wasn't getting undressed, but he almost moaned outright at the thought. "Louis," he whispered. He was pretty sure Louis had forgotten about the handcuffs.