Behind the Cameras

Dallas

Dallas- March 2012

Harry softly stretched up his arms and his shirt rode up, showing his stomach. Louis groaned lowly in his throat. Harry was just teasing him, he knew, and he needed needed needed to fuck him so badly. Unfortunately, Liam, Zayn, and Niall were also in the room, seeming oblivious to the sexual tension between Harry and Louis sitting on the couch.

They were all in some sort of common area, where they had a couple interviews later. In about an hour though, they had a fan signing down the hall.

Liam, Zayn, and Niall were throwing a ball back and forth between them, Niall shouting and laughing when Liam chucked it at his head.

"Haz," Louis growled, hoping the other boys weren't paying attention. Harry looked at him out of the corner of his eye, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Yes Lou?" He asked softly.

"You will regret this when I fuck you," Louis snapped.

A blush rose to Harry's cheek. He pretended to look confused, and tilted his head. "Regret what?" He wondered.

"You fucking—" started Louis. He stopped, trying to breathe normally. "Come with me," he growled. Harry stood up with him obediently.

"Where are you going?" Asked Liam as they headed out of the room.

"Uh, to get a snack," said Louis. "Harry's hungry."

Liam didn't give them a second glance but Louis saw in Zayn's eyes- he knew.

In the hallway, Louis reached over and gripped Harry's hair in his hand, and yanked harshly. Harry yelped.

"Ow, Lou," he whined, as Louis' hand left his hair. He rubbed the back of his head and shot him a glare.

"Did that fucking hurt, hm?" Louis hissed. "You're about to get a lot more of that."

Harry had the decency to blush.

Down the hall, Louis noticed a closet marked janitor. He grabbed Harry's hand and all but dragged him over. He opened the door and pulled Harry inside with him. It was a pretty normal janitor closet, nothing too fancy, nothing to gross. One wall was empty, the other two had shelves with tools and stuff on it.

It was big enough for him to fuck Harry, either on the floor or on the wall.

Louis decided wall first and shoved Harry against it, holding him by both his shoulders. Harry looked into Louis' eyes and blushed again.

Harry was gorgeous, his green eyes shimmering with lust. He looked almost innocent and pure, even though Louis knew he was most definitely not. He brought his hand up to swipe a curl off his forehead.

"Do something please," he said to Louis.
Louis wanted to absolutely destroy him, make him look like he had just been fucked, but first make him beg for all of it.

Beforehand, he grabbed Harry's chin with his thumb and index finger and kissed him softly.
Harry leaned into the kiss, reaching over to grab at Louis' waist, but Louis took his hands and pinned them firmly against the wall.
After a moment, he stepped back. "Strip," he told Harry.

Harry first took off his shoes, then his shirt and his trousers, making sure to fold them neatly and place them on a shelf next to his head. Louis internally facepalmed. He slowly stepped out of his boxers, not really doing a striptease, but making it hot.

He smiled at Louis when he was naked and wrapped his arms around himself, pretending to be cold. It was Dallas, so Louis knew he definitely was not. Harry was still wearing his socks, probably because the stone floor of the closet would actually be cold, and Louis found it fucking adorable.