so take off all your clothes. harry/louis.
title: so take off all your clothes
fandom: one direction
ship: harry/louis
a/n: okay,so i just got back from the one direction show in houston and it was PHENOMENAL and i have enormous feels (for more on those feels, see this post on my tumblr) for just everything, but during the opening acts, olly was commenting on how hot it was, which led to an impromptu performance of a very familiar song, which kind of got mine and my friend's minds running to how two certain boys would handle hearing this song and well...yeah. also it's 3am so like forgive me if this is terrible, i just had to get it all out. also, no caps because lol capitalization.
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at this point, they've really lost count of how long olly's been on stage. normally, they keep track of it by the songs that he's singing and the order that they're sang in - but perhaps the texas heat is finally getting to them and it's making both of them unable to really concentrate on much of anything except for how fucking perfectly harry seems to fit wedged between louis and the concrete wall backstage of the amphitheater.
from the stage, louis can faintly hear olly talking to the crowd, offering some quip about how texas is so hot that makes all the girls scream (then again, what doesn't?) but louis is still barely listening, too distracted with dragging his lips up and down the lines of harry's neck, grinning every time the taller, curly-haired boy squirms back against the wall in response.
"we don't have much time until the show starts, you know," harry's voice practically quivers, bouncing off the walls around them in their dressing room, but louis only shrugs in response, nipping gently at harry's skin.
"you know intermissions drag out damn near forever," he replies, his voice soft. "we've got all the time in the world, curly."
once the show starts, they will hardly get to so much as look in each other's direction (but harry always looks in louis' direction, he can't help it - even if he's not supposed to, he does. he does and he grins like louis' the sun and the moon and the entire goddamn universe and harry's the first scientist lucky enough to discover him), so harry knows that he should take every second that he has with louis right now to his full advantage. during the show, it'll be harry and zayn and louis and liam or niall or whoever else that isn't harry - they'll get to see each other during the intermissions and costume changes, but those hardly last minutes and then they're back out on the stage all over again, doing it all again.
louis' lips just barely graze against just that spot below harry's ear and that's all it takes for harry's fingers to grate and rake along louis' back, digging into his skin and pulling him flush against him.
from beyond the stage, they can hear the song that olly is getting the crowd to sing with him - it's that obscene nelly song from god knows how long ago, and for some reason, it's having quite the effect on louis, who's now grating his hips along harry's, singing along against his boyfriend's skin.
"it's getting hot in here," he murmurs out, tugging at harry's shirt until he can slip his hand underneath, roaming it along the bare skin. "so take off all your clothes..."
"louis," harry groans out in response, but he's laughing, tilting his neck back until his head was resting back against the wall, offering louis all the access he needs.
"i am getting too hot," louis keeps going, pushing the fabric up harry's chest a little further until he is able to pull the shirt up and over harry's head, tossing it somewhere beyond them. it lands haphazardly across the chair in front of the mirror. "i'm gonna take your clothes off."
harry smirks, pushing louis back just slightly and raising an eyebrow. "pretty sure that's not how that lyric goes."
"it's all about the element of surprise, haz," louis replies with an almost childlike grin, moving his hands down until his fingers are curled into harry's beltloops. he gives a firm tug, pulling their hips in closer until his fingers are moving to the zipper, tugging it down with ease. "you've gotta throw the audience for a loop."
his lips find their way back to harry's, taking harry's bottom lip gently between his teeth for a moment before kissing him. "that's why i'm such a fan of lyric changes."
"you loser," harry murmurs back at him, rolling his eyes and laughing fondly before moving his own hands to louis' t-shirt and ripping it off as fast as his hands would allow.
they can hear the audience cheering as olly begins heart skip a beat and they know they have thirty minutes up on the clock before it's showtime.
they better make them count.
fandom: one direction
ship: harry/louis
a/n: okay,so i just got back from the one direction show in houston and it was PHENOMENAL and i have enormous feels (for more on those feels, see this post on my tumblr) for just everything, but during the opening acts, olly was commenting on how hot it was, which led to an impromptu performance of a very familiar song, which kind of got mine and my friend's minds running to how two certain boys would handle hearing this song and well...yeah. also it's 3am so like forgive me if this is terrible, i just had to get it all out. also, no caps because lol capitalization.
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at this point, they've really lost count of how long olly's been on stage. normally, they keep track of it by the songs that he's singing and the order that they're sang in - but perhaps the texas heat is finally getting to them and it's making both of them unable to really concentrate on much of anything except for how fucking perfectly harry seems to fit wedged between louis and the concrete wall backstage of the amphitheater.
from the stage, louis can faintly hear olly talking to the crowd, offering some quip about how texas is so hot that makes all the girls scream (then again, what doesn't?) but louis is still barely listening, too distracted with dragging his lips up and down the lines of harry's neck, grinning every time the taller, curly-haired boy squirms back against the wall in response.
"we don't have much time until the show starts, you know," harry's voice practically quivers, bouncing off the walls around them in their dressing room, but louis only shrugs in response, nipping gently at harry's skin.
"you know intermissions drag out damn near forever," he replies, his voice soft. "we've got all the time in the world, curly."
once the show starts, they will hardly get to so much as look in each other's direction (but harry always looks in louis' direction, he can't help it - even if he's not supposed to, he does. he does and he grins like louis' the sun and the moon and the entire goddamn universe and harry's the first scientist lucky enough to discover him), so harry knows that he should take every second that he has with louis right now to his full advantage. during the show, it'll be harry and zayn and louis and liam or niall or whoever else that isn't harry - they'll get to see each other during the intermissions and costume changes, but those hardly last minutes and then they're back out on the stage all over again, doing it all again.
louis' lips just barely graze against just that spot below harry's ear and that's all it takes for harry's fingers to grate and rake along louis' back, digging into his skin and pulling him flush against him.
from beyond the stage, they can hear the song that olly is getting the crowd to sing with him - it's that obscene nelly song from god knows how long ago, and for some reason, it's having quite the effect on louis, who's now grating his hips along harry's, singing along against his boyfriend's skin.
"it's getting hot in here," he murmurs out, tugging at harry's shirt until he can slip his hand underneath, roaming it along the bare skin. "so take off all your clothes..."
"louis," harry groans out in response, but he's laughing, tilting his neck back until his head was resting back against the wall, offering louis all the access he needs.
"i am getting too hot," louis keeps going, pushing the fabric up harry's chest a little further until he is able to pull the shirt up and over harry's head, tossing it somewhere beyond them. it lands haphazardly across the chair in front of the mirror. "i'm gonna take your clothes off."
harry smirks, pushing louis back just slightly and raising an eyebrow. "pretty sure that's not how that lyric goes."
"it's all about the element of surprise, haz," louis replies with an almost childlike grin, moving his hands down until his fingers are curled into harry's beltloops. he gives a firm tug, pulling their hips in closer until his fingers are moving to the zipper, tugging it down with ease. "you've gotta throw the audience for a loop."
his lips find their way back to harry's, taking harry's bottom lip gently between his teeth for a moment before kissing him. "that's why i'm such a fan of lyric changes."
"you loser," harry murmurs back at him, rolling his eyes and laughing fondly before moving his own hands to louis' t-shirt and ripping it off as fast as his hands would allow.
they can hear the audience cheering as olly begins heart skip a beat and they know they have thirty minutes up on the clock before it's showtime.
they better make them count.