Behind the Cameras

Just a bit of banter I think

Austria- November 2014

"Lou," Harry said from across the room. Louis was speaking softly to Zayn, but turned to Harry when he heard him.

Harry was managing to keep his voice normal, but Louis noticed quickly that his eyes were filled with lust. Just looking at him made Louis hard.

"On in twenty minutes!" Someone called.

They were in Austria, about to sing Steal My Girl on an Austrian television special. They kind of couldn't be late.

But Harry was across the room, practically eye fucking Louis, and Louis knew he couldn't perform while he was already this hard.

"Be right back," he said to Zayn quickly.

He got to Harry; they were standing in the corner of the offstage room, a bit aways from everyone else.

Harry grabbed his arm. "Louis," he whined softly. He was begging.

"What has you so hot and bothered?" Louis asked, shrugging Harry's hand off his arm.

"You...please," Harry mumbled. He was letting his cheeks grow increasingly red.

"We barely have any time," Louis responded, glancing at the clock on his phone.

"God, please," Harry groaned, leaning against the wall behind him.

Louis knew he was going to give in anyway, and since their time was limited, he nodded quickly. "Meet in my dressing room," he said. "Leave after me."

Louis knew that if any management saw them leave together, they'd expect the worst (which wasn't wrong) and pull them back in.

Louis left, heading down the short hallway, and entered his dressing room, closing the door behind him. It was a pretty normal dressing room, not too big and not too small. There was a medium size black leather couch in the middle, and vanity dresser, and a small closet.

Seconds later, Harry opened the door and came in. Louis made sure he locked it behind him.

Harry began to pull off his trousers immediately and threw them to the side.

"Desperate, hm?" Teased Louis.

"Shut up and fuck me," Harry responded.

Louis was about to chastise Harry for trying to tell him what to do, but Harry pulled Louis' body to his and grinded down onto him a couple times.

Louis' hands flew to Harry's hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Harry's hair was long now, which Louis loved. He gave it a sharp tug, making Harry whine.

Louis groaned lowly in Harry's mouth before he forcefully turned Harry around, pushing him down over the arm of the black leather couch. He pulled down Harry's boxers, and immediately sucked on a finger to begin to open Harry up.

"I'm open, just go go," Harry begged. Louis stuck his finger in anyway, and rubbed around until he found the place that made Harry's body jerk. Harry gasped and held onto the couch for dear life as Louis repeatedly rubbed in him, Harry's knuckles turning white.

Louis noticed a small bottle of lube on the side of the dresser, probably left there from yesterday. He pulled off his trousers and boxers quickly. He took some lube to rub on his already rock hard cock.

He lined himself up with Harry's hole and pushed in slowly, leaning over to grab a fistful of Harry's hair as he did.

"Move, god," Harry groaned into the couch right as Louis bottomed out.

Louis did, slowly at first, until he knew Harry was comfortable. Then he began to pound at him from the back, making Harry moan repeatedly. He knew Harry was keeping quiet because if someone walked by the dressing room, they'd probably hear them.

Louis pulled Harry's head up by his hair so he could look at the side of his face. Harry whined, beginning to rub his hand on his scalp so it didn't hurt as much. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glossed over.

Louis let go of his hair to grab Harry's hips with both hands so he could thrust faster. Harry was still wearing his black button down shirt, and his boxers were around his ankles, which just made it all so much hotter.

A couple thrusts later, Harry grabbed Louis' hand on his hip. Louis knew that meant he was going to cum soon.

Harry did, whining harshly as he spilled all over the cushion of the couch.

Louis pulled out, knowing it would be annoying for Harry to have cum dripping from inside him during a performance.

Harry tried to pull himself up, but fumbled and Louis grinned to himself, watching fondly.

"Let me, let me," Harry mumbled. He managed to get up and turn around, kneeling down in front of Louis.

He took Louis' hand and put it on the back of his head as he put his mouth around Louis' cock. Louis got the idea and began to thrust fast into Harry's mouth. He came pretty quickly, grunting loudly as he did, and Harry swallowed it.

Louis pulled Harry up by the hair and gave him a quick kiss before he went to pull up his trousers.

"LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON AND HARRY FUCKING STYLES," they heard someone bellow from down the hallway.

Louis groaned. "Paul," sighed Harry.

"You better not have done something that'll make me have to redo your hair and makeup!" A woman's voice shouted. Louise.

Louis looked at Harry. His face was a little red, his hair was an absolute mess, and he had a dot of cum on his cheek. Louis quickly swiped it off.

Harry finished tucking in his shirt and looked to Louis expectantly. Well, they were going to die anyway. Might as well get it over with. Louis unlocked the dressing room door and stepped out, Harry on his tail.

Paul was a bit down the hall, and spotted them immediately. He ran over. Louis had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing.

"Louise!" Shouted Paul. She was right behind him. "Fix his hair," said Paul, pointing at Harry. Louise groaned. She shook her head slowly at Louis, who just smirked.

A couple minutes later, they were all on stage, the curtain opening. Later, the interviewer asked why they were late.

"Just a bit of banter, I think," Louis said.

"I lost my trousers," said Harry, winking at Louis.

"His hair wasn't quite finished yet," said Liam, motioning to Harry.

In between them, Zayn rolled his eyes and Niall laughed.

Obviously.