Indiscriminate Illusions (Misc. Oneshots)

Break The Spell (Gryles)

Pairing: Harry Styles/Nick Grimshaw

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: None

Harry's not really sure what he's doing at the moment, well -  that's not exactly true. He knows he's half naked in Nick's guest  bathroom with his phone in his hand, but the why of his impromptu  actions is still a bit up in the air.

Harry's odd behavior is mostly stemming from the fact that he's bored  since Nick's at work and Harry isn't really in the mood to head home  just yet, not now when he's finally got some free time which he'd much  rather spend with Nick than in his flat that he's in so rarely it feels  like a stranger's house, which had somehow led him here.

Harry had woken up feeling a bit antsy is all, and after digging  through Nick's kitchen and finding nothing that roused his appetite,  he'd decided to take a shower instead, but now he's stuck staring at his  shirtless torso, his fingers tracing over the hem of his tight pants,  pulling them down just far enough to reveal the dark patch of hair  peeking out from between his thighs.

Harry smirks to himself as he gazes at his reflection in the mirror, a  rush of confidence filling him which is akin to the sensation he gets  when he's on stage, but it's different as well.

It's a private thing of course, and it's not like Harry has ever  really disliked his body, but since he and Nick had properly gotten  together a few months ago, he's been viewing himself in a new light that  casts him as the sort of person that is desirable to someone he'd  always imagined would be out of his reach.

Allowing the surge of self-assurance to guide his movements, Harry  snaps a quick picture with his phone, something inside of him sparking  to life along with the flash that has Harry quite pleased with himself  when he glances over the photo briefly.

Harry debates on sending it to Nick while he's at work to see what  sort of reaction he'll get even though they have to be careful, and really,  if Harry's going to get a rouse out of Nick, he'd rather go all the  way, so before he can second guess himself, he shoves his pants down  further, a slight shiver wracking his body as his cock is exposed to the  chilly air in the bathroom since Harry hadn't bothered with any other  form of clothing today.

Harry grips the corner of the wall behind him as he shifts his body  to the side, a delicious thrill shooting up his spine as he takes  another sordid shot which doesn't turn out as good as the first, but  Harry's enjoying himself too much to mind the less than professional  quality to his photos.

This isn't the first time Harry's taken nudes of himself of course,  but there is an added edge of excitement to this occasion given the fact  that he's in Nick's bathroom, that he's mostly doing this for Nick,  that he's actually got a boyfriend he can send these to now instead of a  random girl he sort of fancies, which he hasn't done since the band had  taken off in fear of them getting out to the wrong people.

Harry becomes bolder as the minutes tick by, wrapping one hand around  his cock which is already beginning to swell without any stimulation,  giving himself a few quick strokes before continuing with his little  photography session.

Harry gets caught up in his thoughts and the act of posing for longer  than he means to, or maybe he hadn't read the time right before he'd  shut himself away in the bathroom, but whatever the case is, he's  startled out of his not so innocent actions by the sound of the front  door opening.

Nick calls his name in an loud tone that has Harry stumbling backward  awkwardly, his pants tangling around his knees as he tries desperately  to keep his balance by clinging to the sink tightly, knocking down the  random stack of magazines Nick has in here as well as a few bottles that  are sitting on the edge of the counter.