Behind the Cameras

Candy Thong

June 2013- Columbus, Ohio

I feel like I have to put a trigger warning before this- I'm not exactly sure for what though. It's just a bit aggressive and Harry drops into a sort of subspace that's super descriptive.

Also, I want to be clear that they do have a safe word- it's mentioned a couple times. What they're doing isn't necessarily safe, but it is consensual. Just want to clarify. Enjoy!

Harry didn't think about it as he stepped into the candy, somehow strung together by a thin string. They were on stage. The audience would love it. It was supposed to pass for a thong, maybe. It was cute.

He noticed Zayn motioning to him out of the corner of his eye. Harry headed over. Zayn reached for the thong and pulled Harry's hips towards him, biting a piece off. Harry giggled.

He offered it to Liam too, who was sat next to Zayn, laughing into his microphone at Harry. Niall was on the other side of the stage, trying to talk. Harry assumed the audience was paying more attention to him and Zayn, though.

"Let the boy speak!" Louis yelled into his microphone. He was sitting on the other side of Zayn, a bit closer to the crowd.

Harry glanced at him, and Louis caught his gaze.

Fuck.

Harry hadn't thought a thing of it when he had let Zayn eat off the thong. But he could see Louis' eyes. They were dark.

The thing is, when Louis got jealous, Louis got jealous. Most of the time it was for no reason, and resulted in really good sex. But it still sent a strange thrill curling through Harry's spine. Something was tugging at him to launch to Louis and fall at his feet, apologizing profusely. He couldn't do that now, though.

Harry dropped his head into his chest, trying to signal to him. When he looked back up, Louis had glanced away towards Niall.

Harry fell into the back for the rest of the show. He sang his parts; he sang his parts well, and tried to glance to Louis for validation. Louis ignored him for the rest of the performance.

They stepped off stage, and Louis was there, hand tugging Harry's wrist, nails digging hard into his arm. Harry let himself be pulled away from the rest of the boys. Zayn shot him a glance, but otherwise the boys paid them no mind. Harry wondered if Zayn knew what he did.

He could tell Louis was not happy, and Harry followed him quietly and obediently, watching the floor. He had the same curl of fear in his stomach as when he was sent to the headmaster's office in primary school those two times.

They fell into an empty dressing room backstage, and Harry knew they had probably less than twenty minutes if the staff was feeling generous. Louis dropped his arm and locked the door.

"Knees," Louis snapped immediately, and Harry dropped down. He continued to stare at the floor, genuinely afraid to look up at Louis' eyes.

Louis walked around him slowly, like a vulture circling their prey, and Harry tensed. "Here's what's going to happen," Louis said finally, stopping in front of him. "You are going to let me fuck your mouth, then we're going to leave and go home. On the way home, you are going to think of a punishment for you letting Zayn touch your hips and eat candy off you. Who gets to touch you like that, Harry?"

"You," Harry said to the floor, and he heard Louis' hair swish as he nodded.

"That's right. Only me. So tell me, why did you let Zayn touch you?"

Harry frowned. He hadn't really let Zayn touch him; the whole thing was a joke. But whatever.

"I wasn't thinking," he told Louis finally.