OT5 fine tunes their relationships and BDSM dynamics with one another while managing the turbulent challenges of Hollywood.
Trigger warnings for violence and injury in Chapters 10-12
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Notes:
You can thank tank top Louis from his Cuyahoga performance for this one. And yes, I shamelessly turned the 505 lyrics into smut. I hope I wasn't the only one because that song is quite spicy (especially when it's coming from Louis). Hope you enjoy!
Harry
May
"I'll help Harry clean up. Why don't you boys go to bed and watch that shit horror movie you've been wanting to see? We'll be up in a while," Louis said as he picked up the empty glasses from the patio table. They hadn't made much of a mess, which meant Louis must have wanted to talk in private about something. Probably just wanted to make sure Harry was OK with the public Lilo kiss, which, of course, he was. Louis should know that by now.
The conference call went on for a while since Stella had to sober up a little, anyway. It was rare to find open time to talk for all seven of them (eight if you count Tony, since he was just as valuable in the meeting). She'd only had two glasses, but she was a lightweight, so she switched to water once the shock of it all wore off. They wrote the questions to be asked by Zac and practiced some responses together. Harry was nervous about it all, but he had a good feeling for the outcome.
"You guys are such babies. You never watch scary movies with us!" Niall grabbed three beer bottles from the fridge. He (and Zayn), unlike Stella, had not stopped drinking since the mention of him being in a BDSM photoshoot. But the actors had to focus on preparing for the interview so they were the responsible ones, for once.
Harry herded Niall inside with his open arms and shuffling steps. "I don't think watching people get murdered is entertaining, but I do want you to watch it so I can stop hearing about it." He kissed his cheek and gave him a pat on the bum to encourage him toward the bedroom. To which tipsy Niall just stuck it out further for more spanks. "Go!" Harry laughed.
Liam linked his arm through Niall's elbow and the other through Zayn's. "Come on. But listen, I don't want to hear you two talking about work the whole movie. Niall, no talking about camera angles and your theory about how dim lighting is a copout for bad directing. And Zayn, everyone knows you have the most realistic gore makeup in Hollywood. I don't need to know how they should have adjusted the dye/corn syrup ratio for more realistic blood flow." He made a kissy face back at Harry and Louis while he led them out of the kitchen and continued to lay his ground rules down for the movie.
"I have a blog post on it. I don't know why everyone acts like it's a mystery. It shouldn't be the consistency of kool-aid but..." Zayn's slightly slurred voice faded as they got further away.
Louis shook his head and put the cups in the dishwasher. "I don't mind scary movies. I mind the endless Ziall commentary." He turned on the spot once he pressed the start button and grinned at Harry. "I also don't mind time alone with my husband." He took a step toward Harry with the naughtiest spark in his eye.
