Infinity (Larry Stylinson One-Shots)

Temporary Fix

Summary: Louis' friends take him to a male strip club for his birthday where he catches the eye of one stripper in particular.

The loud bass of the club shook Louis' chest, making his heart seem as if it was pumping along to the beat. This wasn't exactly how he envisioned spending his birthday, but it seemed his friends had other ideas. Not that he could necessarily complain; having extremely attractive half naked men grind against you wasn't exactly a tragedy. The club was dim, except for the stage lights which pulsed to the music, making the room a green and yellow. It seemed a little tacky, but by the way the audience was enjoying the performer they didn't look like they minded.

"Come on, Lou, we're front and center!" Niall said against Louis' ear over the music. He took his arm and led him down, following behind Liam who was cheering the man on stage on. Louis laughed and grabbed a drink from one of the serving trays and quickly downed its contents, knowing that he would need alcohol in his system if he was going to fully enjoy tonight. He cringed against the burn, not knowing what he just drank but prayed it was enough to get a buzz started soon.

They took their seats just a few feet from the stage, and Louis could feel the heat of the lights radiating from the platform. He looked over at Niall who was calling over a waitress. She had hot pink hair that was cut in a short bob, making him think that it was a wig. Her skirt was impossibly short, and was attached to a pair of black knee highs. Niall must be getting her number; figures. Louis rolled his eyes and smirked, looking back to the man on stage who was wearing a Tarzan themed costume and currently straddling the lap of a middle aged woman who had no shame as he grinded his hips against her, her hands tightly palming his ass. Her friends hollered and placed singles in his loin cloth, all while ogling the muscular man. He was attractive, no doubt about it, but Louis wasn't typically into the overly muscular juice heads who spent all their time at the gym. His tan looked fake and too greasy with the oil covering it.

Louis was surprised by something being placed on his head, then two hands gripping his shoulders. He turned around and saw the waitress with the pink hair,

"Happy Birthday, big boy." she whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek and a drink in his hand. He reached up and touched his head, pulling the object off to reveal a large gold crown. He turned and looked over at Niall and Liam who were laughing, reaching over to clap him on the back.

"Maybe they'll give you a special dance, now." Niall called out, winking. Louis prayed that if that were the case, it would not be from greasy Tarzan. He placed the crown back on his head and downed the shot, feeling a warm buzz begin to course through his stomach and chest. Whatever he drank before was finally kicking in, making him relax his tense shoulders and enjoy the end of the performance.

The lighting of the stage turned to a deep pink and purple, and Louis immediately recognized the song as Super massive Black Hole by Muse. He half expected another version of the previous Tarzan to walk out, but was struck by the beautiful man sauntering out onto the stage. The spotlight hit him, making Louis subconsciously sit up higher in his seat. The man was tall and lean, unlike the other performer. His long chestnut curls fell to his shoulders, and looked softer than anything Louis could imagine. His emerald eyes were flames in his face, set above high cheekbones and a full mouth that should be a sin. He began swaying his hips to the beat, slowly trailing his hand down to grip his crotch which was covered in a pair of tight black dress pants. He wore a black business suit, though was bare chested with the exception of a hot pink tie around is neck. As he came closer, Louis caught the performers eye. He winked and ripped off his jacket, revealing a toned body, etched in black ink. Tattoos scattered his arm and chest, a set of ferns resting right between his deep V-lines. Louis couldn't help but stare at the way the man moved around the stage with a confidence that left Louis sweating. When the beat picked up, the man tore off his pants and threw them into the audience which earned an excited call from a group of women who caught them. Louis laughed at the way they fought over the material and turned his attention back to the performer, who was now wearing tight leather wrist cuffs to match his leather booty shorts, and looking him dead in the eye. Louis squirmed in his seat as he danced over to him, never breaking eye contact. The man reached up and ran his fingers painfully slow through his rich brown curls, biting his lip and throwing Louis a wink.