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“Zayn lad, are you up for it tonight?” Louis wraps an arm around his best mates shoulder.
“I think you are” Liam gives his boyfriend his signature puppy dog eyes.
“Defo up for it” Zayn rolls his eyes at Liam’s successful attempt at dragging him out again.
“Up for it Payno?” Louis says as he whips out of Zayn’s grasp to make his way around the break room.
“Up for it mate” Liam smiles excitedly.
“Nialler up for it?” Louis doesn’t need to ask because Niall is always up for it but he wouldn’t want to leave any of the dream team out.
“Up for it, stinky” Niall gets right up in Louis’ face just because he can.
“Harold, up for it?” Louis chuckles out as he pushes past Niall.
“I’m up for it” Harold slowly drawls as he packs away his lunch.
“Righto lads, my place 8pm. Bring the usual.” Louis waves at the group before heading out the door.
“Oi, Tommo, gonna do a striptease for us” Niall calls out with his signature Irish cackle.
Harry’s cheeks flush as he eyes the door eager to see Louis’ reaction. His mind should be flashing back to the striptease but instead he relives the first time Harry saw Louis as he walked through that door, almost a year ago.
Louis Tomlinson walked in like he owned the joint. Harry took one look at him and knew he was fucked. Niall introduced him as Harry’s new partner, said his full name once and from then on called him Tommo, it stuck with all the lads, all except Harry. Harry never once called him Tommo and probably never will. By the end of their first shift he was Lou. It sort of just fell from Harry’s lips accidentally. When he looked over to the drivers’ seat to see Louis’ reaction Harry was relieved to see Louis glancing at him with a soft endeared smile. Their eyes locked for a moment but before Harry could make sense of it a call came through the radio. Back to work.
Harry shakes his head out of the memory when he sees Louis’ hand pop back into the doorframe, middle finger held high. It’s his thing, flipping people off. Somehow he gets away with it because everyone knows he loves them. The room bursts into laughter.
“Tommo the Tease” Liam laughs.
“Give him a break” Zayn elbows Liam “it was one time.”
Now Harry really can’t avoid that memory. The very clear memory of Harry desperately trying to telepathically tell his cock to calm the fuck down.
“Yeh the one time he was drunk off his head” Niall chuckles as he winks at Harry.
Harry busies himself at his locker.
“Cant blame me for wanting an encore, was a good show” Liam muses.
Zayn raises a warning eyebrow.
Liam bites his lip realising he’s made his possessive boyfriend a little jealous, something that turns him on far too much for their workplace.
Niall looks between the two of them and rolls his eyes at their silent conversation or really flirtation “get a room” he mumbles before squaring his attention back on Harry.
“Hazza, what do you say? Up for another Tommo lap dance? Pretty sure I can get enough booze into him tonight to coax a second round out of him” Niall waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Umm… ahh… that’s…” Harry splutters out incoherently. Niall just laughs, loving that he’s made his mate flustered but he quickly decides to give Harry an out. “Alright fellas, back to work.” Niall claps his hands as he stands up and leaves the break room.
Harry locks his locker, not saying a word as Liam and Zayn steal a quick kiss. Harry walks past them swallowing a sigh, he wants that, what they have, partners in every sense of the word. He wants it with his partner, he wants it with Lou but best friends and work partners is all he’s ever going to get.
…
“How was your shift?” Zayn asks Harry as he dumps his duffle bag down on the break room table later that afternoon.
“Shit” Harry drags his hand through his hair. He doesn’t elaborate. Zayn doesn’t push for more. There’s an unspoken rule that they’ll talk about the hard stuff if they want to, sometimes they just can’t. Today is one of those days.
Zayn sees his fair share of shit being a cop but he feels for Louis and Harry who see trauma and death almost daily. Not a chance Zayn could deal with being a parametic.
Louis, ever the positive beam of light, enters the break room in a ball of energy. Everyone knows it’s his way of coping, he doesn’t allow himself to wallow. Liam claps him on the back “alright Tommo?” unable to hold back the worried tone.
“Always Payno” Louis grimaces more than smiles because Harry is right, it was a shit day but it is what it is and he definitely does not want to talk about it. The room falls silent as they busy themselves collecting their belongings.
“See you tonight lads, it’s gonna be a good one, I know it” Louis beams as he rushes out the door.
Liam glances at Zayn who just shrugs. Liam sighs before peeling himself off the couch and pulling Harry into a hug. Harry goes easily, he always does. Liam’s bear hugs don’t fix everything but they feel damn good.
“Thanks Li” Harry whispers into his neck.
“No problem H” Liam reassures him. “You still up for tonight?” Liam asks cautiously.
“Yeh. Will be a good distraction” Harry decides as he pulls out of Liam’s warm embrace.
“Want a ride?” Liam asks.
“Umm, yeh that’d be good actually.” Harry’s keen to drink away the vivid memories of the patient that crashed in his ambulance today. Despite every best effort from Harry pumping his heart and Louis, ever the calm presence, doing his best to drive them quickly but safely to the hospital, the kid didn’t survive. The young ones always hit the hardest.
…
“Vas happening” Zayn announces his arrival the same way he always does.
“Let’s get this party started!” Niall leaps to his feet to greet Zayn, Liam and Harry.
Zayn signals to Niall that he brought weed waggling his eyebrows in a challenge even though he knows he won’t smoke, he never does.
Louis scoffs. “Niall the bad boy, give it a rest. Niall the Church boy more like it.” Niall shrugs, he’s not bothered that he’s known as the more responsible one in the group. He watches the boys kick off their shoes and head straight to the fridge to fill it with the slab of beer Liam carried in on his shoulder. “Shame you can’t drink any of it tonight” Niall pats him on the back sympathetically. “It’s all good Nialler” Liam reassures him.
Harry waggles a bottle of vodka as greeting to Louis. Louis smiles so bright his eyes crinkle. It’s Harry’s favourite Louis face. He wants to reach up and touch his happy lines, instead he smiles too, for the first time since their work day went south. He forces himself not to feel guilty about it. Louis’ been helping him with that, teaching him not to take the work home, not to let it affect every fibre of his being. Louis grabs his wrist and tugs him further into the kitchen. “My saviour” Louis declares. Harry’s dimples dig deeper into his face, pleased he’s made Louis so happy. “I’ve got Red Bull too” Harry presents a bag in his other hand. Louis’ eyes go wide glancing down at the bag and then up to Harry’s face “I could kiss you!” Louis beams before grabbing his face and pulling him down to press his lips to his cheek. Harry’s cheeks flush and he wishes his hands weren’t full so he could wrap his arms around Louis’ waist and pull him closer. Not that he actually would. He can dream though.
Louis pulls away before Harry can get too caught up in those thoughts. He pulls two cups down from the kitchen cabinet as Harry frees his hands, setting the vodka and Red Bulls on the worktop. Louis mixes the drinks, pouring far more vodka than he normally would because they both need it. He hands one to Harry as he asks “you okay?” Louis does that, checks in after a shit shift. “It is what it is” Harry sighs, quoting the tattoo Louis has written across his chest. Louis smiles as he holds his glass up “cheers H, to us, our weekend free and to not carrying the shit days with us!” Harry smiles, determined to hold onto Louis’ words. “Cheers Lou”. One thing’s for sure, he’s as excited and relieved as Louis to be having a couple of days off.
The excitement is short lived as Liam’s pager goes off only an hour later. They all groan. They knew the chances of him being on call and not being called in was slim.
“Sorry fellas, back to work I go. Have fun for me” Liam sighs as he presses a kiss to Zayn’s lips.
“Love you, stay safe” Zayn murmurs against Liam’s mouth.
“Yeh, will do. I’ll pick you up later.”
…
“Payno! You’re back!” Louis beams a few hours later, far more intoxicated than the last time Liam saw him.
“Only to pick up Zayn” Liam says apologetically.
“You can’t go, we’re just getting started” Louis whines.
“Sorry Tommo” Zayn pulls his drunk friend into a hug.
“We’re heading straight up to Wolvey tonight, gotta squeeze visits to both our families in this weekend” Liam explains unnecessarily because everyone already knows the plan but Liam feels bad breaking up lads night.
“I know, I know, give your mum’s a hug from me” Louis slurs. “Will do mate” Liam pulls him into a big bear hug once Zayn releases him and moves onto Harry. “You want a lift home?” Liam asks as he turns towards Harry.
“No! You don’t get to take Harold too!” Louis pouts annoyed his lads night was already cut short with Niall’s early departure, something about his girlfriend needing him. “He’s crashing here tonight” Louis declares as he slides a possessive arm around Harry’s waist. Liam raises his eyebrows at Harry as if to ask if he’s okay with this arrangement. “It’s fine Li, I’ll stay. Too quiet at mine anyway” Harry’s slow drawl is somehow even slower when he’s drunk. “Alright lads” Liam pulls Harry into a big bear hug, he’s still in uniform so he’s careful to avoid pressing his bulky belt against Harry but he still manages a comforting tight squeeze. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Zayn waggles his eyebrows suggestively at Harry who may have stupidly admitted to Zayn he’s been crushing on his best friend and work partner since the day Louis joined their team. Harry death stares him and hopes Louis’ too drunk to pick up on the innuendo. Zayn smirks as Liam drags him out the door.
“So” Louis pops his hip dramatically.
“So” Harry bites his lip as he forces his gaze to remain on Louis’ face. He fails as Louis spins, his arse wiggling at him as he watches him retreat to the kitchen with no further word.
Louis returns a couple of minutes later with two glasses full to the brim with vodka Red Bull. “Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Tomlinson?” Harry flirts, surprising himself but he’s just drunk enough not to second guess it.
“Maybe” Louis flirts back.
They silently cheers their drinks before eyeing each other over the top of their glasses, a silent challenge to see who skols their drink faster. They’re not 19 anymore but sometimes they act like it. Harry wins. Louis is too distracted by watching Harry’s rolling Adam’s Apple to focus on his own attempt but downs the last of it only a second after Harry.
“Well fook, if I wasn’t drunk before I will be now” Louis puts his empty glass on the coffee table before plonking down on the couch with a laugh.
“Mmmm” Harry hums as he does the same, sitting right up against Louis. Louis doesn’t seem to mind. Harry pulls something from his pocket, his eyes locked on Louis’. “I’m not close enough to you” he slurs seductively as he dangles a pair of handcuffs from his finger.
“What the hell?” Louis’ eyes pop wide before he lunges forward trying to grab at them. Harry giggles as he pulls them out of Louis’ reach. Louis tackles him to the couch. They’re both in fits of giggles as they play fight. Somehow Louis missed the moment Harry cuffed himself but he doesn’t miss the feel or the distinct clicking sound of the cuff tightly securing around his own wrist. He stills on top of Harry.
Louis presses himself up looking at Harry in horror “where did you get real cuffs?”
“Liam” Harry replies with a tone that says ‘obviously’ as his mind recalls discreetly lifting the cuffs from Liam’s belt as he hugged him goodbye. A totally normal thing to do according to his drunken mind.
Harry drops his head down making his long curls fall over his face. He goes to push them back forgetting that his arm is cuffed to Louis’. “Ahhh” he giggles “help me.” Louis rolls his eyes endeared as he uses his free hand to push Harry’s long locks back. Their eyes meet for just a tense moment before they break out into laughter once more.
Harry looks down at their cuffed wrists “where’s the latch though?” He asks quizzically. Louis shakes their linked arms. “What do mean latch?” Louis asks flabbergasted.
Harry shrugs “you know, the little thing to pull them off.”
“The thing to pull them off? The cuff key!” Louis says dumbfounded at how ridiculous Harry is being.
“No… no these are the fake ones” Harry points at the cuffs completely convinced they’re fake despite the fact he was the one to pull them out of Liam’s police issued belt.
“No! No!” Louis exclaims. “You got real hand cuffs from a real cop” Louis drunkenly explains as if Harry doesn’t know their friend and colleague is an actual cop. “And now we are screwed” Louis adds with a giggle. Harry laughs along with him. “I’m close to you” he says with a small giggly voice and an innocent shoulder shrug. Louis just stares at him.
“Can we call him up real quick?” Harry suggests with a giggle.
“Haz, they’re already half way to Wolverhampton, we can’t do that.” Louis sighs before attempting to assess their predicament in a more serious manner. He lifts their cuffed hands high squeezing his fingers together “tuck your hand like this… it wasn’t … we didn’t tighten it enough on you” Louis demonstrates how Harry can make his hand small enough to slide through but he’s really not getting it. Louis grips onto the cuff around Harry’s wrist with his free hand trying to help when suddenly they hear a click. They both gasp as they realise what happened. Louis just tightened the cuff around Harry’s wrist and there’s no hope of sliding his hand out of it now. The only option is to laugh.
“We could call the cops” Harry suggests sheepishly.
“Yeh, great idea Harold, let’s call the boss shall we and make them haul our drunk asses down to the station for stealing police issued cuffs.”
“Oh” it suddenly dawns on Harry what he’s done. “I’m sorry Lou” Harry pouts.
“It’s alright H” Louis feels bad, he doesn’t like to see Harry sad. “It’s not so bad. You’ll just have to put up with me until Li gets back on Sunday.”
“You’re willing to put with my jokes all weekend then?” Harry bites his lip.
“Think I’m used to them by now” Louis smirks at him. “Besides it’s not like we aren’t together all day at work.”
“Not this close together” Harry’s head is dropped down, he looks up at Louis through his eyelashes.
“I don’t mind” Louis says quietly.
“Really?” Harry asks shyly.
“Mmm” Louis nods biting at his lip watching as Harry’s eyes dart down to watch his teeth dig in. Louis’ eyes can’t help but sneak a glance at Harry’s plump lips just as his tongue sweeps out over them.
When their eyes meet again there’s a charge between them. Louis sucks in a breath as Harry inches his body a little closer. Their cuffed hands are awkwardly caught between them resting on Louis’ lap. Harry’s free hand is itching to reach up and cradle Louis’ jaw. When he feels Louis’ finger brush over his thigh he takes the plunge, liquid courage helping him reach up and pull Louis in, closing the small gap between them. Their lips press together and it feels like fireworks go off inside Harry’s brain.
Louis’ free hand snakes into Harry’s hair giving Harry the confidence to open his mouth. Their tongues slide deliciously around each other. Harry’s cuffed fingers are desperate to also reach out and touch, the only option is to entwine his fingers with Louis’. Louis squeezes his fingers and Harry can’t believe what is happening.
“Fook” Louis sucks in air as the kiss ends and they slowly break apart, fingers still entwined. Harry bites his lip, anxious that they’re just drunk and Louis doesn’t actually want Harry the way Harry wants Louis.
“I didn’t think you were interested H” Louis looks down at their linked hands.
“What?” Harry is shocked. He thought his obsessive staring every time he is in Louis’ presence was pretty obvious, probably boardline creepy but he literally can’t control it. Harry thinks Louis is a great person to sit and admire.
“Well you weren’t exactly very responsive when I… you know the whole lap dance thing” Louis sighs remembering how Harry was completely frozen under him as Louis embarrassed himself.
“Lou, I spent the whole time willing my dick not to break through my pants in front of our friends” Harry whines.
Louis’ jaw goes slack “seriously?”
“Yes! Seriously! Fuck Lou, I was panicking. You were so fucking hot, you are” Harry corrects himself before continuing. “I wanted to get my hands all over you but if I did I know I would have come in my pants” Harry admits a little embarrassed by how affected he actually was.
Louis cackles at that.
“Shut up” Harry attempts to whack him with his cuffed hand but it’s heavy with Louis’ arm attached so it doesn’t have the impact he was hoping.
Louis kisses his pout. “Always want to kiss your pout away.” Louis explains as he pulls back.
Harry looks at him with so much fond in his eyes.
“Wanted to kiss you since the first day” Harry admits shyly.
Louis smiles before kissing him again.
“Okay these cuffs are fookin’ annoying” Louis giggles as he tries to adjust their arms so he can get closer to Harry.
“Yeh not my brightest idea” Harry bites his lip again.
“But if you didn’t cuff us we probably wouldn’t have figured out we both…”
“Yeh” Harry cuts him off with another kiss, smiling against Louis’ lips.
“What are the lads gonna say?” Louis chuckles.
“Zayn won’t be surprised” Harry shrugs. Louis raises his eyebrows curiously. “He caught me checking your arse out at the pub last week, I wasn’t very good at denying I’ve had a crush on you for almost a year.”
“Well the crush part is mutual.” Harry’s dimples pop hearing that. “I wanna hear more about you ogling me bum in front of our mates though?” Louis waggles his eyebrows.
“Louis, it’s not my fault! Your bum is like the eighth wonder of the world. Kind of really want to get my hands on it.” Harry’s fingers twitch with the urge to touch.
Louis’ head falls back with a loud laugh. “Not like you haven’t had a chance to already.”
Harry groans “when you turned around during that sinful lap dance and ground down on me, fuckkkkk Lou. I gripped the chair handles so hard, took everything in me to not grab it right in front of all the boys.”
Louis smirks, completely satisfied to hear he actually did have an affect on Harry in that moment.
“Could have given you a lap dance tonight but somebody wanted to get closer to me and now these make that kind of tricky” Louis dangles their cuffed arms in front of Harry teasingly. Harry groans, regretting his drunken choice to lock them together.
Louis slides his free hand up Harry’s thigh. Harry watches the slow movement. His alcohol fueled brain has still not processed that Louis wants him too. He raises his gaze to find Louis already looking at him, his eyes filled with want. “Fuck” Harry whispers. Louis smirks before standing up, his cuffed hand still entwined with Harry’s. Louis looks back over his shoulder suggestively. “Well? You coming?”
“Not yet” Harry laughs at his own joke as he quickly stands up, eager to follow Louis. Louis rolls his eyes completely endeared. Louis’ use to Harry’s ridiculous jokes. They’ve shared the cab of the ambulance for every shift he’s been on for almost a year. He’s heard more cringy jokes in that time than his entire life before. And they are cringy as fuck. If anyone else shared the same jokes Louis would groan in annoyance. But not when Harry does. Not even when Harry laughs at them before he reaches the punch line. Harry can say the most random things like “the wind makes nice waves” and Louis will just smile and agree with him. With anyone else Louis is sassy and calls them out for not being funny or witty enough. Never with Harry though. Harry is Louis’ baby, it’s just that neither of them realised it. Until now.
“Lou, fuck I… umm…” Harry stumbles because he’s a clutz with long Bambi legs at the best of times but drunk and cuffed to someone he has no hope of not tripping over himself. Louis catches him and helps him stand back up “you good?”
“Yeh, thanks” Harry hesitantly looks down at their linked arms as he pinches his lip between his thumb and fore finger of his free hand, his toes turning in shyly.
“What is it love?” Louis asks softly.
“I need to pee?” Harry says it as a question.
“Oh. Yeh, fook. Okay... We can do that.” Louis leads the way to his bathroom.
“This is weird” Harry says as he stands at the toilet, free hand on his fly willing himself to just suck it up and get it over with.
“I won’t look, promise” Louis says as he turns towards the wall. There’s not a lot of space so it means Harry gets the perfect view of his arse so he’ll take that as a win.
Harry takes his dick out but nothing happens. “Louuuu” he whines “it’s too weird.”
“Is it cause I’ll be able to hear it?” Louis muses.
“Maybe” Harry isn’t really sure why his dick won’t cooperate.
“Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong…” Louis begins to sing the ABBA song Harry has insisted on playing every shift since they started working together.
Harry giggles before he looks down and realises in that moment his dick plays ball. The problem is he was distracted by Louis singing him a song he knows he thinks is cheesy. “Oops” Harry gasps as he looks down at Louis’ joggers.
Louis peeks over his shoulder then follows Harry’s gaze before looking up to Harry’s eyes and getting a little lost for a second in his drunken haze. “Hi.”
Harry looks at him a little puzzled but completely endeared.
Louis scrunches his nose. “If I had to get someone’s pee splashed on me, I’d much rather it be yours.”
Harry smiles his big dimple smile as Louis turns back to the wall. “Can you keep singing?” Harry asks softly.
“Yeh love” Louis sings the rest of the song, not missing one lyric which honestly surprises Harry since he usually fucks up the lyrics even from his favourite songs.
“All done. Do you… umm… if you need to too… I can..” Harry mumbles.
“Yeh yeh I do actually, we did drink a lot of vodka Red Bulls.” They shuffle around each other, Harry facing the wall as Louis easily relieves himself not bothered that Harry can hear. Harry takes the opportunity while he’s not looking at Louis to tell him that he’s douched. “Not that we have to umm… just like if you want to, umm…”
“Oh. Well, yeh, that’s uh.. good to know” Louis smiles. “Are you always so well prepared?”
“No!” Harry realises it sounds like he’s always looking for a one night stand or something. “It’s just, I don’t know, I had a couple of drinks before Li picked me up and it seemed like a good idea.”
“Mmm, you’re full of good ideas tonight” Louis jiggles the cuffs as he tugs Harry over to the basin.
They wash their hands in silence, eyeing each other in the mirror. The atmosphere is electric. Louis leads him quietly to the bed. Harry lays down making space for Louis to settle between his legs. Their lips are like magnets, reconnecting soft and slow. Harry’s free hand finds it’s way under Louis’ shirt, smoothing over the muscles in his back.
After a few minutes Harry breaks the kiss. “Louis I want your shirt off” Harry pouts when he realises that it’s not possible with the cuff situation he put them in.
Louis pushes himself up so he’s straddling Harry’s hips. He looks down at his shirt and shrugs before ripping it down his chest. Harry gasps before laughing at Louis’ failed attempt to rip the sleeves from his arms.
“Shush you, I’m manly, I’ve got this.”
“Sure Lou” Harry bites back his giggles as he puts his free hand behind his head and patiently waits while watching Louis struggle to remove his shirt. Harry does his best to follow Louis’ movements with his cuffed arm so he doesn’t make it harder.
With a huff Louis finally removes the last of the ruined fabric. “Now you” Louis declares as he starts to unbutton Harry’s silk shirt, his eyes unashamably taking in his tattooed covered chest and abdomen. He’s not willing to rip Harry’s pretty shirt so he just lets it falls open as he presses soft kisses to Harry’s collarbone. He moves lower, his free hand rolling one nipple between his fingers as he mouths at the other one. He ignores the bonus two nipples Harry has lower on his ribcage recalling the candid locker room conversation they had not long after they met when Louis first spotted them. They’re not sensitive Harry said, unlike the others. Louis knows what to do with that little bit of information he tucked away for this very moment. Harry arches off the bed, Louis smirks before sucking harder.
“Louis” Harry rasps desperately.
“I’ve got you baby” Louis assures him confidently as he moves his attention lower. Harry moans at the pet name. Louis peels Harry’s skin tight jeans down his long legs, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he goes. Their cuffed hands cause them to giggle midway when Louis can’t reach any lower without dragging Harry with him. They laugh as they fumble their way through finally removing Harry’s jeans before getting to work on Louis’ joggers. Harry shakes his free arm out of his silk shirt and lets it hang from their cuffed wrists. Louis stares at him, naked and beautiful “you’re gorgeous Harry.”
Harry blushes before smashing their naked bodies together, free hands freely exploring while their cuffed hands grip onto each other. It doesn’t take long for Harry’s hand to find Louis’ bare arse, forcing Louis’ cuffed arm behind his back so Harry can get two hands full. He groans as he squeezes his long fingers into the round muscle. Louis chuckles as he sucks a bruise into Harry’s neck. Their hard cocks grind together between them before Harry drops to his knees. His hands slide down the smooth skin along Louis’ waist and hips until his cuffed hand stops, held back by Louis’ arm dangling by his side. They both look at the cuffs and laugh, it’s easy to forget they’re tied together when they have so much else to focus on. Harry rests his locked hand on Louis’ hip while his free hand wraps around the base of Louis’ cock. He licks a stripe up the underside as Louis groans, snaking his free fingers into Harry’s hair, scratching at his scalp before gripping on tight as Harry wraps his mouth around him and sucks. Louis tugs just a little, testing Harry’s reaction. Harry, who’s peering up at him groans around Louis’ cock, his eyes rolling back in his head. Louis tugs again, harder this time as Harry hollows his cheeks. “Fook baby” Louis moans out at the sight and feel of Harry.
When Louis gets too close to the edge he tugs on Harry’s hair hard enough to pull him away from his throbbing cock. “Too good” Louis pants “wanna fuck you.” Harry wipes the back of his hand across his spit coated mouth before scrambling to his feet and smashing their mouths together. It’s frantic and desperate, tongues moving fast, teeth nipping at lips. Louis stumbles backward, pulling Harry back down on the bed. Louis rolls them so Harry’s underneath before pushing himself up with a laugh.
“What?” Harry looks up confused.
Louis lifts their cuffed wrists “I just can’t believe I’m gonna fuck you for the first time while I’m cuffed to you” Louis laughs again. Harry joins him before groaning “this is really not how I imagined our first time.”
“Hmm, what did you imagine?” Louis cocks his head inquisitively, his hand smoothing through Harry’s scattering of chest hairs.
Harry flushes red as all of his fantasies flood his mind.
“Tell me” Louis rasps.
“Umm… first your tongue…” Harry breathes out.
Louis licks his lips. Despite feeling pretty confident he knows Louis asks “where?”
Harry bites his lip.
“Here?” Louis licks his neck, right below his ear lobe.
Harry shakes his head.
“Hmmm, here?” Louis licks his nipple.
Harry shakes his head.
Louis looks up at him through his long eyelashes as he moves his body lower licking over the laurel tattoo that frames his hip bone and whispers “here?”
Harry bucks up a little as he shakes his head.
Louis noses along the tattoo until he buries his face in the coarse hairs at the base of Harry’s cock for a moment. After inhaling a deep breath he pulls away enough to lick a fat stripe up the underside of the long hard length in front of his nose. He stares at Harry before smirking as he repeats “here?”
Harry bucks again clearly wanting more but he shakes his head.
Louis smiles. As much as he would love to wrap his mouth around Harry’s huge dick now that he has it right in front of his face he has somewhere else in mind.
Louis grabs at Harry’s leg behind his knee, he can’t reach the other one so relies on Harry’s responsiveness to follow his lead. Louis pushes his leg up, Harry mirrors the action with his other leg, high enough for Louis to reach with his cuffed hand. He gently pushes the back of his thighs down, rounding Harry’s back and exposing his rim. Louis presses soft kisses along Harry’s bum inching slowly to where they both want him to be. He licks a long slow wide stripe over Harry’s rim all the way up to his balls.
“Here.” It’s not a question this time.
“Yes” Harry gasps. “More. Please more.” Harry begs.
Louis happily obliges. He licks Harry’s rim over and over, smiling when Harry groans with satisfaction. Louis does not hold back, he wants Harry to know just how happy he is to be eating him out. He moans as he buries his face between his cheeks letting his stubble scratch the sensitive skin. Harry wiggles a little as the sensation, Louis holds his hips firm then presses his lips around his hole, his tongue pressing against him firm, wet and eager to taste.
Louis’ face is buried deep between Harry’s cheeks when he instinctively tugs his arm down but it doesn’t budge. It’s attached. To Harry. He comes up for a breath with a chuckle. “For fooks sake. Can’t exactly get me fingers in you like this can I” Louis juggles the cuffs.
“Don’t need them…” Harry puffs squirming from the sensation of Louis’ saliva dripping down his crack “want your cock, now, please.”
Louis sits up with a smirk on his face at Harry’s eagerness. “How do you want it baby?” Louis softens.
“It’s umm… been a while” Harry admits “maybe I could ride you? Just to start?” Harry asks, his face pressing into the mattress as he feels a wave of anxiety over how big Louis is.
“Sure love, whatever you like” Louis says biting back a groan because the image of Harry riding him has been something Louis has thought about more than he’d care to admit.
They switch positions, giggling as they figure out how best to do that while cuffed.
Louis reaches for the condoms tearing one open and sliding it down over his cock. Harry dribbles lube over it before straddling Louis and reaching back to line his cock up to his rim.
Louis slides his hands up Harry’s thighs, watching in awe as he slowly sits himself down. Harry wills himself to relax but it takes a few short pauses before he can fully take Louis’ huge cock in. “It’s okay. Take your time love” Louis reassures.
When Harry is fully seated on Louis’ hips they both moan at the sensation. “Feels good” Harry smiles down at him.
“Yeh” Louis sighs with a satisfied smile “really good.” Harry starts a slow bounce, the chain of the cuff rattling against his thigh. Harry’s cock bobs around as he sets a faster pace. Louis just watches, licking his lips at the obscene sight above him.
Harry is panting when he drops his body down onto Louis’, he misses his lips. He kisses him hard and deep for a minute as his hips continue to bounce before moving his mouth to his neck to suck a bruise there and another on his collarbone.
Louis feels Harry’s mouth move over him as his bouncing loses momentum. Louis grips onto Harry’s hips, plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up, the angle perfect to reach Harry’s prostate. Harry arches his back as his lips release from Louis’ chest and screaming out “yes, fuck yes!!!” Louis smiles and aims for that spot over and over until it becomes too exhausting to fuck up into Harry. He wraps his arms around Harry’s waist and swiftly flips them over. Harry sighs as he relaxes into the mattress, a blissful look on his face.
Louis holds Harry’s knee over his shoulder before thrusting back in rhythmically. “You okay?” Louis checks in even though his face is more than okay.
“Perfect” Harry looks up with a dopey smile.
Louis rubs his thumb over Harry’s swollen bottom lip “so pretty.” Harry preens.
Harry reaches for his cock but Louis slaps his hand away in favour of his own. He strokes him in time with his thrusts, harder, deeper, faster until he feels Harry clench around his cock. His back arches off the bed as his cock shoots cum over Louis’ hand. Louis watches it dribble down onto Harry’s stomach as he fucks him through it, his own orgasm building with each thrust until he’s coming deep inside Harry.
A moment later Louis’ collapsing on top of him. Harry smiles at the feeling of his weight, completely an utterly sated.
“Sticky” Louis moans into Harry’s sweaty hair a few minutes later.
“Mmm” Harry doesn’t care.
“I’ll get something to clean us up” Louis pushes himself up before realising “oh for fooks sake.” Louis sighs out in frustration.
“What?” Harry mumbles, still in his post orgasm bliss.
“Haz, baby, you gotta get up. We’re attached.”
“No” Harry pouts.
“C’mon baby. We’ll clean up and then eat something.”
Harry groans but allows Louis to pull him up and into the bathroom. Louis washes his hand then carefully wipes Harry’s cum away before pressing a hand to his lower back and leading him to the kitchen. “There’s a pizza in the freezer, we we can snuggle in bed while it cooks.”
Harry wobbles a little as he walks which makes Louis proud. “Fucked you that good did I?” Louis sasses as he pushes past him to reach the freezer.
“Shut up” Harry slaps Louis’ ass and watches with a smirk as it jiggles.
“Oi, hands off the goods” Louis jokes.
“Mmm very good” Harry can’t tear his eyes away. Louis rolls his eyes fondly as he chucks the pizza in the oven.
They shuffle back to bed, Harry snuggling up to Louis’ side. The mix of alcohol and orgasms means drifting off to sleep comes easily but their snooze is quickly interrupted.
“Louis?”
“Mmm?”
“What’s that smell?”
Louis’ nostrils become alert and suddenly detect what Harry clearly already has, the distinct smell of something burning.
“Fook!” Louis jumps out of bed dragging Harry with him.
“Fookin’ hell!” Louis screams as he whips the oven open to a cloud of smoke. He turns the oven off then grabs the oven mit and quickly gets the tray out dropping it on the worktop with a harsh clank. They stare ominously at the blackest pizza Harry’s ever seen.
“Who needs food” Harry shrugs as he turns to drag Harry back to bed.
“Harryyyy I need food” Louis pouts.
“Lucky you’re cute” Harry sighs after turning back to face Louis and pressing a kiss to his nose. Harry drags him to the fridge.
“Louis, how do you survive? There’s no food in here.”
Louis shrugs “I have cereal.”
“But no milk.” Harry tries the freezer. “Ah, frozen bread, we can make toast.” Harry tosses the loaf on the worktop before looking through the cupboards.
“What are you looking for?”
“Something to put on the toast. You haven’t even got a tin of beans?”
“No. They’re shit. Absolutely foul.” Louis goes to fold his arms across his chest but is stopped by Harry pulling their cuffed hands to the next cupboard.
“Where’s your fruit bowl?”
“Don’t have one” Louis shrugs. “What fruit do you wanna put on toast anyway?” Louis scoffs.
“Avocado” the unspoken ‘obviously’ lingering in the air.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” Louis asks half joking, half serious.
“No Lou, everyone loves avocado on toast” Harry says confidently.
“Trendiest food of all time. They do piss me off avocados.”
Harry is confused how they’ve spent almost a year working together and he never learnt this pet peeve of Louis’.
“Have you even tried it before?” Harry asks sceptically.
“Not by choice. Lost a round of odds with the boys once didn’t I. It’s awful Haz. It’s so unrewarding to be healthy. I don’t care what anyone says, you’re not enjoying that more than a breakfast burger from Maccies.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Well order Maccies then. Not like there’s any food here other than burnt to a crisp pizza anyway” Harry laughs looking at the charred remains still on the worktop.
Louis lights up. “Uber Eats! Why didn’t I think of that.” Louis drags Harry back to the bedroom to grab his phone, Harry’s long legs stumble behind him as he tries to keep up.
Louis quickly places the order before Harry grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss just because he can. They make out while they wait for the delivery because kissing each other is exactly how they both imagined it, perfect, amazing, they could get lost in it for hours to be fair. But then the door bell rings.
“Fook, clothes Haz! Clothes!” Louis scrambles to find his joggers and grabs a hopefully not too filthy pair from the floor for Harry because there’s no chance he’s getting back into his skinny jeans fast. Harry pulls his silk shirt, that has just become a third useless dangling limb at this point, back up over his shoulders. The door bell chimes again. Louis pulls a t-shirt over his head before he realises that he can’t get one arm through the sleeve and strips it back off while dragging Harry to the door and snatching it open.
“Sorry man” Louis sputters out as the teenager looks them both up and down clearly trying to hide a smirk when he takes in the two half naked boys and the handcuffs neither thought to hide in time. “Umm, yeh thanks.” Louis all but snatches the paper bag from the kid and slams the door in his face, glad that he tipped when ordering.
Harry honks out a loud laugh at the same time as the back of Louis’ hand snaps up to in front of his mouth as he lets out the laugh he held in.
They plonk themselves down on the couch ravenously digging through the bag to retrieve their burgers.
“Fuck, this is good” Harry all but moans around his burger.
“I’ve been telling you for months you’ve gotta stop eating rabbit food. This is the good stuff right here.” Louis mumbles around a mouth full of his own burger.
“Heyyyy don’t knock it till you try it Lou, I make a killer salad.”
“Sure, that’s why you look like you’re about to have another orgasm eating Maccies” Louis chuckles.
“I only eat Maccies when I’m drunk or hungover” Harry explains “it’s been a while.”
“What are you talking about? We were drunk at the pub last week.”
Harry’s cheeks flush a little “ummm yeh I switch my drinks for water when I’m out with you and the boys.”
“Why?” Louis mumbles around another bite.
Harry bites his lip. “Cause I don’t trust myself not to be a complete idiot and I didn’t wanna ruin a good thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s hard enough not to stare at you when I’m sober. I mean tonight’s a good example of what can happen when I’m drunk.”
“You make a habit out of hand cuffing people to you when you’re drunk?” Louis chuckles.
“Only you” Harry half smiles looking down at his lap, the liquid courage has worn off.
“You really thought you’d embarrass yourself after I was the one to give you a lap dance?” Louis scoffs.
Harry laughs at that. “Didn’t wanna risk it. I like working with you and I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”
“Haz” Louis looks at him bewildered.
“I just got scared. Thought you might wanna transfer if I ever got too close.”
“Don’t think we can get closer than this” Louis chuckles as he shakes their cuffed hands. “And I’m not going anywhere H,” he says it so sincerely it’s clear he’s not just talking about them being cuffed together.
“Yeh?”
“Yeh. You’re stuck with me” Louis smiles.
“Good” Harry lets a out a sigh of relief. “So umm, what now then?”
“Now we sleep” Louis shoves the rubbish back in the paper bag.
That’s not what Harry meant but he doesn’t correct him because he knows he shouldn’t be pushing Louis to define anything between them so soon.
“But first I have a very important question” Louis states seriously interrupting Harry’s spiraling thoughts.
Harry raises his eyebrows, a little concerned.
“Big spoon or little spoon?”
Harry smiles relieved and shyly answers “little spoon.”
“Perfect” Louis presses a kiss to his lips before standing up “c’mon baby, let’s sleep.”
…
Harry wakes a little disorientated. It takes him a moment to remember where he is. Feeling a warm body pressed up against his back and an arm draped over his waist clues him in. Louis. He smiles to himself as the memories flood in. That’s when he looks down at their still cuffed wrists. Oops.
Louis stirs behind him, he kisses the base of Harry’s neck before sleepily murmuring “morning love.”
“Mmm morning Lou” Harry can’t hide the smile in his voice. “You sleep okay?”
“Yeh, really good” Louis hums against his soft skin. “You?
“Mmm.”
“You hungry?”
“I need pancakes” Harry mumbles.
“Tough luck baby. I’m a nightmare in the kitchen.”
“Yeh you proved that last night” Harry chuckles remembering the burnt pizza. “I can make them.”
“No milk” Louis reminds him.
“Fuck.”
“I can ask Mrs Doubtfire next door, she loves me, I’m sure she’ll give us a cup.”
“Mrs Doubtfire?” Harry chuckles as he shuffles his body so he’s facing Louis.
“Hi” Louis smiles at him. “Hi” Harry smiles back. Louis presses a kiss to his lips, neither caring about their likely morning breath.
“So Robin Williams is your undercover neighbour?” Harry presses further.
Louis chuckles. “No. You’ll see.”
Harry narrows his eyes curiously. “Alright but do you think she can give us some eggs and flour too? And syrup?”
“That’s pushing it love, she’s not a grocery store. But I’m pretty sure there’s some flour and syrup in the cupboard from last time my sister visited.”
“Mmm, yeh actually I think I saw that when I was looking for the beans last night.”
“Can’t believe you like baked beans.”
“You just haven’t had the good ones Lou.”
“They’re all gross.”
“Well you like pancakes don’t you?” giggling at how picky he is.
“Love pancakes. Crime not to love pancakes. So we just need to ask Mrs Doubtfire for some milk and eggs?”
“And butter” Harry adds.
“Think you’re gonna have to pull out those charming dimples of yours to get that much out of her love.”
“Done” Harry declares confidently.
“We need to shower first. I’m not going there with dried up cum on us.” Harry looks down at himself, Louis had wiped them clean but he has a good point, they need to shower.
Showering takes longer then it should. Something about rubbing up against each other all wet and soapy making them hard and their wandering hands leading to them jerking each other off until more cum needs to be washed off them.
They dry up and brush their teeth side by side, Louis offering Harry a new toothbrush. It all feels very domestic and Harry could really get used to this.
…
“She really does look like Mrs Doubtfire!” Harry squawks as soon as they’re safely back in Louis’ flat, pancake ingredients in their hands.
“Told ya. Think she loves you more than me” Louis chuckles endeared at how perfectly charming Harry was. Harry shrugs bashfully. “Do you think she bought my handcuff story?”
Harry honks out a laugh. “You really couldn’t think of anything better than Liam cuffing us together as a co worker bonding exercise?”
“Wot? It’s all I could think of” Louis shrugs.
“Might have been more convincing if you weren’t shirtless” Harry smirks.
“That wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t a vampire last night sucking hikkies all over me” Louis sighs. He didn’t even realise how many spots Harry left until he caught a glimpse of his reflection in his neighbour’s hallway mirror. Not much he could do about it at that point though. It’s a wonder Louis didn’t notice them earlier, like when they stood for minutes brushing their teeth in front of Louis’ mirror but come to think of it Louis’ eyes weren’t on Louis’ body in that moment, they were glued to Harry’s, taking in the sight of the gorgeous naked boy in his bathroom.
Harry scans Louis’ torso proudly pressing his thumb into each spot.
“C’mon, you owe me pancakes” Louis drags him into the kitchen.
When Louis makes a flour mess Harry squeals. Louis laughs. “Get outta my kitchen” Harry playfully snaps. Louis raises his eyebrows at this whole new sassy side to Harry. “First of all, this is my kitchen and second did you forget you can’t get rid of me?” Louis dangles their cuffs in front of his face. “Fine” Harry huffs while he shuffles the ingredients around so that there’s enough space on the worktop for his plan. “You need to sit here and not touch anything” Harry declares tapping the worktop.
“Yes ‘mam,” Louis chuckles as he pushes himself up onto the worktop.
“Just shush you. Your job is to sit and look pretty.”
Louis cackles. “You’re the pretty one” he says sincerely.
Harry blushes as he focuses on mixing the batter.
…
“These are good, you really can cook H.”
Harry blushes “thanks.”
“So what should we do today?”
“Not really keen on all the odd looks we would get if we went out in these” Harry shakes the cuffs.
“Yeh Mrs Doubtfire’s reaction was enough for one day. We could watch a movie?”
“Love Actually?” Harry beams.
“It’s not Christmas Haz” Louis rolls his eyes but he’s secretly endeared that Harry is a sap for romantic comedies.
“Heyyyyy it’s an all year round movie Lou.”
“Okay, if you insist” Louis pretends like he’s not also a complete sap when it comes to romantic comedies.
Louis sets the movie up while Harry pulls the blanket from the back of the couch. He waits for Louis to sit down. Louis doesn’t hesitate to spread his legs and tap between them. Harry smiles, happy Louis also wants to snuggle. Harry drapes the blanket over the top of them. Louis spends the entire movie with his fingers buried in Harry’s curls. Harry loves it so much he nuzzles his head back into Louis’ hands if he dares to stop even for a second. Louis chuckles and continues scratching at his scalp while he listens to Harry recite almost every line from the movie, something that annoys him to no end when his sisters do the same thing but for some reason it doesn’t get on his nerves when Harry does it.
When the movie is over Louis asks if he wants to watch another. They agree on The Notebook. As Louis sets it up Harry tries to work up the courage to ask what’s been on his mind since last night.
“Lou?”
“Mmm.”
“What umm…” Harry falls silent.
“Hey, it’s just me. You know me better than anyone. I know this all feels a bit sudden but you’re still my best friend Harry. You can ask me anything” Louis reassures him when he hears the hesitancy in his voice.
“What happens tomorrow when Li comes home?” Harry asks softly.
“Well, we ask him for the key” Louis says simply as he settles back in behind Harry.
“Yeh, yeh” Harry’s face falls but Louis can’t see it. He can feel his shoulders slump though.
“Do you mean with us?” Louis asks gently.
“Yeh?” Harry’s wanted this for so long he’s scared that it all might be over tomorrow.
“I like you H. You like me too right?” Louis says simply.
Harry turns to look at Louis and nods enthusiasticallly like an excited puppy which makes Louis smile fondly.
“Well maybe we don’t need to be handcuffed together but we could date?”
“You wanna date me?” Harry looks at him with his big hopeful green eyes.
“I mean, yeh. If you do?”
“Yeh Lou. I do.”
“I’d take you on a date tonight but I don’t think it’s a good idea with these on” he jiggles the cuffs again “but maybe next weekend?”
Harry beams nodding. His smile is so big Louis can’t help but smile back, his blue eyes sparkling and the crinkles by his eyes cutting in deep. Harry reaches up and touches them for the first time ever. “I love these” Harry says in wonder.
“Really? I hate them” Louis frowns.
“Lou? No! They’re your happy lines. How could you hate what shows how happy you are.” Louis had never thought about it like that.
“I’m always happy when I’m with you” Louis says matter of factly because it’s true. No matter how hard their day is Louis is happy he goes through it with Harry by his side.
Harry’s big green doe eyes stare up at him. “Me too Lou.”
Harry settles back between Louis’ legs with a contented sigh, his head resting back on Louis’ chest as The Notebook starts playing. Louis presses a kiss into Harry’s curls mumbling “I’m glad you cuffed us together”. Harry squeezes their cuffed entwined fingers “yeh, best drunken decision ever.” Harry couldn’t get any closer to Louis and it’s exactly where he’s always wanted to be.