Harry shows up to set an hour earlier than he needs to. He's cleaned himself even more thoroughly than usual before he left, not wanting to give Louis anything to be put off by. He sits in his dressing room and plays Candy Crush for awhile to take his mind off what's coming. The makeup artist comes in to cover a few of his blemishes and do his hair. Soon a PA knocks on his door to call him to set. He ambles over dressed in a white robe and sees Louis already there, laughing with the director John.
He takes a deep breath and approaches, offering smiles to both of the men.
"Harry, good, you're here. I told you both there wasn't a script to this one, but I thought I'd give you some things to work with, if that's alright," he asks. Harry and Louis nod and he carries on, "Basically, you two will just be sitting on the bed in your skivvies, you know as mates do...I guess. And Harry you'll just be a bit minxy. Giving Louis coy looks and all that. Seduce him. Try and be in control until Louis' character breaks. Louis, you'll do your thing, control him, dominate him, whatever. Rim him before you actually start fucking though."
Harry interrupts John's direction and asks, "Are you comfortable with that, Lou?"
Louis furrows his brows and nods. "I've done it before, mate. You being a boy doesn't change anything. I mean you're clean, I presume, so we're fine."
John instructs them a bit more and then they're clear to start. Harry disrobes and walks over to the bed, settling himself in beside Louis.
"And...action!" John yells.
Harry immediately throws himself into acting mode. He's a professional, and he's not going to let a silly crush disrupt that. Besides, it's Louis. Ultimate Dream, he reminds himself.
Harry sneaks a peak over at Louis who's tapping away at a prop phone. Harry bites his lips and scoots closer. Louis casts him a disinterested glance before resuming his typing.
"Kinda hot in here, innit?" Harry asks. Louis shrugs and doesn't look up. Harry narrows his eyes and places a hand on Louis' knee. That makes Louis pause.
Louis gives him a questioning look and twitches his knee slightly beneath Harry's palm. Harry smirks and trails his fingers along Louis' inner thigh as he gazes up at him through his lashes. Louis gulps.
"What are you doing, mate?" he asks.
Harry shrugs and smoothes his palm along the soft skin of Louis' thigh. "Dunno," he responds. He runs his palm along the crease between Louis' thigh and his pelvis, letting his pinky brush against his crotch. Louis lets out a soft gasp and hitches his hips slightly forward. Harry bites his lower lip and drags his hand over to rest on the bulge beneath Louis' briefs. He rubs gently, molding his hand to fit over the base of his clothed cock.