lust for life {l.s.}

part 9

Harry is sweating. He's been sweating for the past six hours. Being forced to be on set at 4 am is always unpleasant, but last night Nick had taken him to the newest club and he'd barely gotten any sleep before it was time for him to come to work.

The past weeks had been especially rough. After the Apollo 13 screening, there had been a nationwide somber with the promise of his Grease audition and this new movie, he refuses to let himself slip and compromise any of his acting integrity. Jeff had also just let him know he's probably going to be nominated for an Oscar for his last movie, and it simply isn't the time to not be on his A-Game. His manager had even talked to him about the re-signing of the contract, and he had sung an incredibly different tune than back at that party.

His manager had admitted that Harry was doing much for his future by associating with Nick and his crowd. Apparently, Nick had sung his praises to his father and it had trickled back down to Jeff. The Oscar nomination was simply icing on the cake.

To add to that, Louis had been up in arms when Harry had told him. He had snapped at Harry, trying to warn him about what? Harry wasn't entirely sure. They had barely seen each other all week, the both of them too tense and defensive to make up.

And to top it all off, his director is very inflexible and had been in a right mood all day. Apparently, his wife had discovered his affair with Harry's co-star and now there was this aura of tension and stiffness that flooded the room whenever they were all forced to interact.

The California heat wave had also made its scornful return and Harry's trailer bears the brunt of it all. He can barely sit in it for more than five minutes without melting. He's tired, he's hungry, he's sweaty, and all he wants to do is go home, drink an ice-cold beer, take a lukewarm shower, and then sleep for two days straight.

When a knock sounds at his door, he has to fight back a groan, not interested in the frantic perkiness of his assistant or the snappiness of his director and co-stars. He opens the door, face twisted in a grimace, only to look down and see Louis standing at the steps.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Louis chatters.

"Lou," Harry says slowly. "What are you doing here?"

"Coming to leak the story about your director fucking your coworker," he scoffs as he pushes past Harry into the stuffy trailer. "What do you think?"

"I thought you were mad at me," Harry says, watching as Louis plops on the couch.

"I am mad at you," Louis says easily as he levels him with a pointed stare. "And I know you're mad at me. But, I miss your stupid face and I wanted to see you."

"I miss you too," Harry says automatically as he finally makes his way toward the love of his life. "And I'm sorry we fought. I know you want what's best for me. But it's my decision to make, baby."

Louis sighs loudly as he opens his arms for Harry to fall on top of him. "I know," he groans. "I just think you're making the wrong one. All this, just for an audition that you probably would've gotten by yourself. You're being taken advantage of. Can we just leave it at that?"

Harry wants to argue with him again, but he wants to be held by Louis even more. It's been too long, so he decides to pick his battles today.

"Okay, sweetheart," he says softly, burrowing his face into Louis' sweet-smelling neck. He's embarrassed to admit it, but a few tears leak out of his eyes once the familiar scent of his boy hits his nostrils. He finally feels like he can relax after one of the most intense weeks of his life.

He doesn't even notice he's sniffling until Louis' hand is slowly carding through his hair. "What's wrong, babe?" His boyfriend asks softly. "I really am sorry too. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's not you," Harry sniffles into Louis' neck. "Just a hard week. The shooting schedule, Jeff, fighting with you. I'm tired."

"Poor babe," Louis coos as he continues to caress Harry's scalp, tiny fingers tangling in his curls. "What can I do to make it better? Want me to sit on your cock a little bit?"

Harry lifts his head just the tiniest bit to stare at his boyfriend. "Are you being for real right now?"

"Why would I joke about something like that?" Louis asks, affronted.

"Last week you said I could rim you in the shower, but then you ended up falling asleep at 7:30," Harry pointedly reminds him. He's still a little salty about the wasted potential. Literally.

"Excuse me for being tired," Louis shoots back, the familiar sass settling deep into Harry's bones. "Do you wanna take me up on this super generous offer or not?"

"Of course I do," Harry scrambles up, pressing Louis onto his lap. "Would never pass up the opportunity to use my boy like the little toy he is."

The flush that lights up Louis' face is entirely too pleasing for Harry to observe. Louis wiggles around on his lap pointedly. "I prepped myself for you," he admits shyly.

Harry raises his eyebrows. "Did you? Making fun of me, when you want it just as bad don't you baby?"

Louis whimpers as he strips his cotton shorts and boxers off quickly. He settles back on Harry's lap, hands on his shoulders. Harry winds a hand back and lands a delicious slap to his ass. "Answer me," he commands.

Louis rocks forward until he falls face-first onto Harry's shoulder. "Yeah, wanted you," he murmurs softly. It never ceases to amaze Harry how submissive he becomes so quickly.

"I knew it," Harry says pointedly as he makes to undress. It's a bit tricky with Louis on his lap, but he manages. "Little dolls like you loved to be used. My perfect toy."

He lets out a strangled groan as Louis sinks down on his stiffening cock. The tight pressure is the only heat he welcomes gladly today.

"Stay like that, baby," he encourages as he presses a quick kiss to Louis' lips. "Sit there and keep my cock warm like the good little boy you are."

"I will," Louis whines. "Wanna be so good for you. I do it for you."

"I know you do," Harry says as he runs a hand through Louis' feathery fringe. "Best boy."

He takes a second to watch Louis preen at the compliment before he's gathering the papers beside him and staring at them intently.

"Gonna read my lines babe, and you're just gonna sit there, isn't that right?" He asks Louis, watching as he nods eagerly.

"Good," is all Harry offers up before he's focusing back on his lines.

All in all, the day turns out to be a pretty good one.

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