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When it was time for Louis to go back to work, he was entirely lost of expectations. After Harry had turned cold in the bedroom as though a terrible inconvenience had befell him, they hadn’t spoken to each other at all. And when he was about to leave his trailer to join the cast and crew on set, there was a knock, and when he opened it, Harry was standing there, holding out a coffee in offering with a nervous smile.
“Sorry, I made you leave early, but I promise it’s nothing bad,” Harry preambled and Louis raised a brow and took the travel cup and brought a burning sip to his lips as they made their way inside the studio.
“Nothing bad? Then, uh, then why exactly did you make me leave early? I still never got an explanation on that.”
Harry chuckled, “It was nothing really. I-I overreacted.”
“Overreacted about what?” Louis asked. It was like he was being intentionally vague, and Louis’s patience was wearing thin after two days of silence.
“About a thought I had. But, I talked about it with Lee in therapy, and he was really caring about it, and I don’t know, oh--actually that reminds me, I also brought you this,” Harry reached in his pocket and handed Louis yet another pin, only this one wasn’t shiny gold and fit with glimmering white stones. It was a tin, cheaply made disk, and bore the words, “LEE MILLER WANTS TO HELP” in big bold, red, white, and blue letters.
“Um, thanks?” Louis said, unsure of how to react as he tucked the pin in his own pocket, “Well, what thought did you have that made you kick me out? I thought we were having fun.”
“I was,” Harry affirmed, “I mean, we were, perhaps a little too much. But that’s not what made me drive you home. The--the thought that freaked me out was, after we kissed in bed, I dunno, I just had this thought that was like, ‘If I was with someone like you, I wouldn’t be as lonely as I am with Lee,’ and I don’t know, I was afraid it meant I was starting to feel something for you, but, Lee and I talked and, well, he agreed with me.”
“What-what do you mean?” Louis asked. He was still so confused and Harry’s explanation was a trail of breadcrumbs he hoped would lead to some sort of point soon enough.
“He agreed. He said obviously if I was with someone like you, who’s also out, and is a good dom, and well, isn’t a bad sub either, I would probably be less lonely. But we also talked about how my loneliness isn’t a lack of love. It’s a longing. And, I don’t know, we had some really good sex that night after and I’m feeling better about us. He did say he would really appreciate your support though, aaaannd that he’d think it’d be hot if I took you to his rally in a few weeks with me. Showed off my hot new bull while he’s doing career stuff--and that maybe after we could all go back to my place and um,” Harry stopped talking as one of the film crew walked by and waved silently with a forced smile, “have a little fun?” he finished, a wicked grin and a bitten lip tying the end of his devious explanation together, and Louis blinked away his surprise at every word that had left his mouth, entirely taken aback by how ridiculous the situation he’d gotten himself into was. And how stupid it was that he had hoped for an explanation that had involved Harry feeling anything close to the little bit of something Louis felt for him, but instead it had been only tedious confirmations of where his current ties held him emotionally.
“Um, okay,” Louis agreed, “yeah, alright. I will. I guess. I mean, sure, I’ll be there.”
“Great, now, let’s go get naked in front of everyone,” Harry said with a chuckle as they met Mark and set their drinks down on the director’s folding table.
“I take it you two have made up and put whatever the hell that was last week behind you?” he asked as they approached him together, not quite brushing shoulders the way they had the last time they strolled into the studio side by side, but still close enough to re-establish their comfort. Louis nodded to agree, and so did Harry, with a brilliant smile that made Louis a little jealous. He was in such a good mood, not even in a bitchy way. And Louis loathed the fact that he cared enough to feel even slightly envious about he and his husband’s recent reconciliation at all.
“Yeah, we have,” Louis assured and Mark nodded.
“You better have. I don’t want anymore of this bullshit happening over the rest of the month. We’re in the home stretch, just keep your eye on the finish line, okay?”
“Where’s Karen?” Harry asked as he did them a favor and draped their robes in her empty seat.
“She’s out of town helping with another production, so there’s no intimacy coach today. She’ll be back tomorrow, but I’m really hoping we can just get through it by the end of tonight without her, because this is most of what we need to get through before we get the kids back for the final scenes with them and all fly to Philadelphia for the exteriors. Her not being here isn’t gonna be a problem, is it?”
“No,” they both said, and Mark nodded.
“Alright, it better not be. I’m gonna go take a piss and then we’ll start,” and Mark left to find a bathroom while Harry drew closer, whispering in Louis’s ear so close and so wet it made him shiver.
“Let’s do it for real.”
“What!?” Louis exclaimed in his own whisper, and Harry giggled quietly.
“Karen’s not even here. It’ll be more authentic and I already got myself wet for it after my stylist left. Don’t be a bore, Louis. We’ll be under the sheets. No one will know but us.”
And Louis bit the inside of his cheek at Harry’s unwavering boldness but, lost once again in Harry’s wicked and depraved games of sexual conquest, found himself nodding in agreement and going over their first few lines while they waited for their director to return.
“Alright,” Mark said once he got back from the restroom, taking a seat in his chair and waiting for them to begin as the clapperboard clicked and the camera started running.
“I missed you,” Harry said in the timid American voice of his character, and Louis answered with a similar gentleness.
“I missed you too.”
And they kissed in a heated, intense, electric kiss that was warming Louis up ridiculously in the cold, air conditioned studio, and tearing each other’s clothes off with continued fervency that wasn’t entirely dishonest. They fumbled their way into bed together, both of them finally nude and slathered with makeup to erase the appearance of their tattoos, in front of Mark and the camera, tastefully shot underneath a thin layer of sheets. Harry smiled a secretive smile that was only barely in character as Louis pressed their lips back together once they were on top of the mattress, and when he reached between their legs to push Louis’s cock, which was already authentically hard inside of his warm, slick, eager entrance, Louis let out a groan that was more real than any one in the room was aware of.
Louis held onto the bedframe as it was blocked in the script, and grabbed at Harry’s jaw while they exchanged kisses, washed in a lust that must’ve looked so eerily real that Louis was more concerned about Mark noticing that it was than barking at them that it wasn’t.
And though Louis’s character climaxed before he, himself, actually could, Harry had for real in time with his pretend orgasm, untouched and under the covers, the only ones aware being he and Louis as he felt the splashes of his semen against his torso just before Mark called cut.
“That was--um, wow. Wasn’t prepared to have to do only one take on that, I’m gonna be honest,” Mark said after they were done. And it occurred to Louis, perhaps too late, that after he’d pulled out and had yet to come, though Harry was already softening, he was not going to be able to hide the fact that he had a massive and damp erection.
And so he found himself excusing before anyone could get too close, “Uh, wait, can someone fetch me my dressing gown, I need to go to the loo before we start on the next one.”
And Harry let out a brash and unrestrained chuckle that Louis felt tempted to slap him for as he caught onto the source of Louis’s embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mark said, “okay, let’s take five, someone get Louis his robe!”
And he wrapped the plush fabric against his body and held his crotch in embarassment as he waddled off set, ignoring the looks and whispers coming from his co-workers as he made his way to his trailer, and though he didn’t need to actually use the restroom in it, of course, he did his best to hurry to get himself off so he could no longer be rock-fucking-hard in the middle of set, cursing himself for being so easily talked into the act by Harry’s sly and sexy gaze.
And while he came he was thinking of the feeling of Harry’s insides, and the splashes of his release he’d let out in front of an entire film crew, and had one of the best wanks of his life.
They got through the rest of the scenes almost just as easy, even if they didn’t actually fuck like they had for the first one, and Louis still found himself fighting erections, in a new challenge to his acting perfromance he hadn’t anticipated to have to deal with. But he did deal with it, and got through it, and after they were finally done for the day, he was meeting Harry in his dressing room with an aching desire to fuck him for real again, while Harry wiped off slathers of makeup in just his underwear and smiled at him teasingly.
“Great work today, Mr. Anderson,” he quipped.
“Please let me fuck you tonight,” Louis begged, completely ignoring his cheeky remark.
“You already fucked me today,” Harry said with a snort and continued to wipe away his paint with makeup wipes, revealing his tattoos underneath in a sexy dewiness that was driving Louis even more wild. “And given how long you took to come back from the ‘loo’ you probably finished while thinking about it too.”
“Yeah, well that’s not the same thing as actually finishing from it, the way you got too. Now, please, come the fuck on, Harry. Are you really going to play hard to get after I fought my erection for you all day?”
“I don’t know, I’m having a lot of fun doing so right now.”
“Harry, I am fucking begging you, please let me fuck you again.”
“That’s not much of a beg,” Harry joked and finished wiping what he could of his makeup off without taking a shower and began to grab more to put on more than just his briefs. But, Louis, fucking desperate and in no mood to argue, got on his knees in front of Harry before he could tug on a single article of clothing and clasped his hands together.
“Harry, I have been kissing you, and then fucking you, and then pretending to fuck you and suck you all fucking day today after you talked me into having real sex with you on camera, and I am so turned on right now that my balls feel like they’re about to fucking burst, so will you please, shut the fuck up, please and just let me fuck the shit out of you,” he begged with a playful scorn, and Harry was looking down at him in just his briefs with a pinched lip between his fingers, his breathing labored and interested.
“Beg me again.”
“What?” Louis asked and started to stand back up when Harry pressed on his shoulders to keep him on his knees.
“Beg me again. Please. That was so hot.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to dom me?” Louis reminded him and Harry groaned.
“Ugh, I’m not, but you’re making it really fucking hard for me to resist, Louis.”
“Then why don’t you beg me,” Louis said and held Harry’s hands in his as he started kissing around his thighs, “Beg me to beg you, that puts me back in control, and then it’s all okay, yeah?”
Louis watched a guilty flash of desire glitter in Harry’s eyes as he began palming over Harry’s growing cock in his tight, cute, orange little briefs.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” Louis coaxed, still placing his tender kisses around Harry’s crotch while he started to beg.
“Please, Louis, please can I listen to you beg to fuck me again, please. I want to hear how much you want me. Please.”
Louis smiled and allowed with tenderness, “Of course, sweetheart,” and took his turn begging, “Please let me fuck that tight, hot, whiney cunt, Harry. You’ve been asking for more all day, and I need it, baby. Let Daddy fuck you.”
And Louis looked up at Harry’s face as his eyes fluttered closed, and his breath hitched in a visible bounce at his chest, “Y-yes, Daddy.”
Louis spun him around and watched Harry grip onto the makeup counter before he yanked down his briefs and spread his cheeks wide, exposing his perfect, pink puckering sex, winking at him obscenely. He spit on him, and licked at him, and Harry started whining and moaning with desperation while Louis ate him out, “Daddy--Daddy please fuck me.”
And Louis took pity on both of them and unzipped himself and stood, holding onto Harry’s hips and entering him slowly. And it was ridiculously good for Louis’s ego to have such an absolutely intoxicating effect on Harry, no matter what his commitments were. And then Louis was thrusting, and thrusting, and knowing he probably wouldn’t last long as he fucked him hard in front of the mirror, the reflection of Harry’s face as Louis took him from behind too sexy for him to be able to ignore.
He came suddenly, spilling inside Harry before Harry could finish himself off with his hand, and he listened to him groan as Louis pulled out with a hum of disappointment.
“I wanted to come too!” Harry proclaimed, like a kid who didn’t get what they wanted for Christmas.
“Too bad. You already got to come from me fucking you,” Louis shot back, kissed Harry on the cheek, chuckled at the look of dissatisfaction on his face, and left his dressing room without another word.
***
Two weeks later, they were done filming in L.A. and Louis was on a first class flight to Pennsylvania, with Harry seated next to him as they took off to film the exterior shots at an upscale neighborhood in Philadelphia. They’d only be there for five days, and after Louis would be back in his Malibu home, taking a little bit of time off before he started working on the next round of auditions his agent had set up for him.
And the two weeks they’d spent together on set and off set had already been so filled with sexual mischief and a genuine, growing friendship that Louis was trying his best to ignore how much of an attachment he was forming, and how much he would miss spending almost every day together once they finished filming for good.
And now they were flying together, too. Harry’s idea, not his. As he’d suggested he give him the sexual retreat they were supposed to have while they had three days off and Louis had spent the night in the bull’s guest room, booking them a shared flight and the same hotel room for their stay.
They arrived at the hotel in the evening, and spent the entire night once they’d landed swapping spit and bodily fluids until their shoot the following morning. And though their room had separate beds that Harry insisted on them sleeping in apart from one another, when they would lay down, they would face each other from their sheets on their sides and Harry would blow him a kiss, and Louis would reach for it and grab it like it was a tangible thing to catch and hold it close before they turned off the lamp and closed their eyes.
It was sweet. Not romantic, as Louis knew it could never be. But it was sweet, and he could allow himself that.
And on the fifth and final day filming in Philadelphia, Louis had woke up to nibbles around his crotch, and Harry had sucked his cock until he was coming inside of his mouth with a deep, satisfied grunt, and crawling up from under the covers, and resting his head on Louis’s chest as he asked, “Wanna do something fun today? We don’t have to be in until five for the evening shots anyways.”
“Something more fun than what we’ve already been doing? In Philadelphia? That sounds hard to achieve.”
“Ugh, don’t be so ignorant. Philadelphia was the first U.S. capitol you know?”
“Really?” Louis questioned.
“Yeah, they fought against the British here and won. But, hey, I won’t hold it against them if you won’t.”
“Okay,” Louis said with a chuckle, “sure, love. Whatever. Show me the wonders of Philadelphia.”
And so they got up, and showered, and dressed, and headed out for a day touring a city Louis couldn’t care less about. They saw the Liberty Bell, and the museum, and the Independence Hall, and then for their final stop before they had to head to work, Harry dragged him to the Magic Gardens. Which, though, Louis had expected to be just as un-interesting as the historical American nonsense Harry had already taken him to see, was actually beautiful, shining like a twinkling, fantastical forest, and they wandered the streets like a couple on a date in a way that Louis tried to not find overly endearing.
“I mean, they made mosaics on over two hundred different surfaces out here,” Harry explained, his eyes alight with wonder as they looked at each glittering surface of art. They certainly felt magical, and walking through them with Harry felt something reminiscent of magic too, in a way that was making Louis’s heart flutter annoyingly fast.
“Sounds like a lot of work,” Louis pointed out and Harry rolled his eyes at the slightly sarcastic tone he’d used.
“Have you no interest in American culture outside of L.A.? There’s more to this country than just Hollywood and Manhattan, you know?”
“Okay, sure, but why the hell would you care? You’re not from this privileged place of self righteousness either.”
“Well, my husband is, alright? And he loves it. It’s his home. It’s a mix of all sorts of different cultures, and he grew up not far from here too.”
“Lee grew up in Philadelphia?” Louis asked and Harry shook his head.
“No, no, he’s not that cool. He was raised in Pittsburgh, but still, when I came here to meet his parents we visited Philadelphia, and--it was nice. He said coming here is what always made him feel like he wanted to help make his country a better place.” There was memory in his voice as they strolled through the twinkling streets of the Magical Gardens, and a nostalgic smile, and Louis fought off his jealousy as he kicked a little stone along their way.
“Yeah? Well that’s nice, I suppose.”
“It is. He’s great, I just, I just wished he’d taken his opportunity to become a judge like I’d asked him instead of the whole political thing.”
“You asked him not to become a politician?” Louis asked.
“Well, no. I mean, he was at a crossroads in his career. He’d been burning out on trial court, and was offered a position as a judge by the state, and I mean, I told him I thought that would be a better fit for us--for him, but instead he decided to run for the California senate.”
“So, he ran for office without asking if you’d be okay with it?” Louis deduced.
“Well, I don’t want to get in the way of his passions, Louis. He’s never gotten in the way of mine.”
“Yeah, but, you’re married. Shouldn’t you be making those decisions together?"
“We--god, why don’t you just shut up, alright? Lee makes me happy, and if you keep acting all weird and jealous I’m gonna have to stop having sex with you, you know?”
“Sorry, Harry,” Louis pardoned, “I-I know it’s none of my business. I’m just thinking about it as your friend.”
“Sure, my ‘friend’ that’s what this is about,” Harry bit out with a scowl and twisted laugh.
“Fuck you, Harry!” Louis declared, only a tad wounded by how dismissive he was of Louis’s hidden feelings bubbling through to the surface. “It is. I’m allowed to care about you even though we only have a physical relationship, alright?”
“Alright,” Harry said, softer, and Louis was only a little surprised he didn’t respond with another bitchy remark, instead, changing the subject completely, “It’s about time for us to head to work anyways.”
And they got through their evening of filming with kindness, and jokes, and flirts, and Louis was torn from he and Harry’s conversation after they’d wrapped for the day by a squeaky little voice that came from the tiny human playing Will Anderson’s daughter.
“Hey!” she shouted at him. She was holding out her tiny fist for a fist bump.
“Hey, Stella!” Louis said and collided their fists with a melodramatic explosive sound, “Isn’t it almost your bedtime?”
“Yes, thank god,” Stella’s mother quipped and Louis met her smile and chuckled.
“No, it’s nooot!” Stella insisted, an argument she was sure to continue with her poor mother later, though she turned her attention away from it now and demanded to know, “Are you and Harry boyfriends? My mom said in some parts of the movie you and Harry play boyfriends.”
“Yeah, well,” Louis began with a chuckle, “something like that. Relationships get complicated when you're an old man like we are. Stay a kid forever, alright? Your life will be so much easier!”
And Stella just laughed a silly little laugh before her mom was piling her into the car and thanking them for their kindness.
“God, how do you do that?” Harry asked after they left. They were climbing in their rental to drive back to the hotel.
“Do what?” Louis asked, his hand on the wheel as he started the engine.
“Just--you’re so good with the kids. I always feel awkward when I’m not in character, like I’m just gonna bore them. Lee wants us to have kids and I dunno, part of me does too, but I always just say like, ‘I’m the kid, we don’t need one,’ but it’s really just a joke to cover up how much I don’t think I’d be a good dad.”
“That’s ridiculous, Harry. You just have to be nice to them to get them to like you. Which you are. It’s when you have to not be nice that’s the challenge, but, I dunno though, I’m the oldest of a lot of sisters so I got a lot of practice with kids when I was growing up too.”
“Hmm, I believe that. You feel like an older sibling.”
“Yeah?” Louis asked and Harry just nodded in response as he pulled up to the valet and handed him the keys before they reentered their hotel and made it up to their room.
And Louis climbed in his bed. And Harry climbed in his. And Harry pulled out a book to read while Louis answered emails on his computer, until Harry closed the novel, set it down, and looked at Louis.
“Can I talk to you about something?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, sorry, one sec,” Louis allowed, finished typing up his message back to his manager, and shut his laptop while Harry crossed the room and sat in his bed.
“I just--I’m sorry, it’s just something you said earlier that I’ve been thinking about all day.”
“And what’s that?” Louis inquired.
“Just--you asked me if because I was married we made decisions together, and I don’t know, I’m realizing that--I don’t know that we ever have? Like, ever.”
“You certainly agree on me fucking you.”
“Well, yeah, sexual decisions we make together. But, life decisions. It’s like my opinion isn’t important to him sometimes in that way, and--I don’t know. We’re both independent people, so I always thought it was fine, but I don’t know, if you were married, I guess--I guess I’m asking how you’d make decisions if you were married.”
“If I was married?” Louis asked.
“Yeah, if you were married. You said you wanted to be some day. So what would that look like for you in your ideal marriage?”
“Well, I,” Louis tucked his laptop on his night stand and looked at Harry more head on, facing his criss-crossed position at the foot of his bed with concern. “I want a marriage where we work like a team. Where we consult each other on big decisions, at the very least the ones that will affect us both. And, well, I mean, this is probably a sidenote, but I’d want to be able to tell people who I’m married to as well. I don’t think I could date someone in the closet as an out person the way you do.”
“Hmm,” Harry huffed, “a team. I like that. I should tell that to Lee.”
“Yeah, I would if you haven’t already. I’d say most married people like to feel like a team.”
“Hmph,” Harry huffed again. “Sorry. I know all this sad talk is boring. Why don’t we have sex now instead?”
Louis just laughed, rolled his eyes, and patted for Harry to straddle his lap. At the motion, Harry climbed on top of Louis’s crotch in a cute, spunky package of sexiness and connected their mouths.
“Can I beg you to beg me, again?” Harry whispered when he surfaced Louis’s lips. Louis looked along the subtle lines of Harry’s thirty two year old face for a moment at his request, examining the residual pain and blooming lust tracing every feature before he nodded, Harry begging softly, “Please, Louis. Please beg me to ride you. Beg me to make love to you,” and hearing Harry say the words “make love,” felt, yet again, magical, and sweet, even if it wasn’t intended to be romantic, and he returned his beautiful request with an equally sweet smile.
“Please, Harry, I want you to ride me, I really want you to,” he begged, without much exaggeration, and realized only after he said it and not before, that his words were not just a sexy beg, but something he truly yearned for more than their sticky wet fucks, “I want you to make love to me.”
And Harry gasped. And then he nodded, and undressed himself of his bottoms, and slicked himself with the bottle of lube they’d been working their way through over the course of their trip. And he made love to him, his strokes not just physical, and forceful, and flirty, but deep, and slow, and emotional, and Harry kissed him when he came, and the touch of his lips helped Louis’s orgasm spill out of him too, deep inside Harry’s intimate parts, before he pulled away, and Louis turned off the light, and even though there should have been a long and labored conversation regarding what boundaries they were crossing, Harry did not leave Louis’s bed. He stayed in it, Louis spooning him from behind and kissing his shoulder like they were more than just fuckbuddies.
And the two said nothing about it as they slept through their last night in Philadelphia.