"Leeyum!" Louis squealed with delight. Liam was smiling shyly at the interviewer while Louis was squeezing his bicep between his fingers. Liam knows he's gained some muscle lately. Working out a couple hours a day will do that to you. But now people were getting obsessed. They loved that small, serious Liam was finally fulfilling the darker side of his nickname; Daddy Direction.

The interviewer laughed at Louis' antics and kept going, "How do you find the time, Liam? I mean my job is not nearly as hard as yours and I can't seem to find a single hour everyday to commit."

Liam just shrugged and pushed Louis' hand off him. "I don't know. I've got a great trainer. Jarvis really doesn't let me slack off 'cause he knows I'll regret it later. Plus, I need the stamina."

Niall cackled at that, "Running marathons, huh Liam?"

Liam blushed at his accidental sex joke. "No, Niall," he sounded exasperated. "For the show and stuff."

"And stuff," Zayn gave a wink to the other boys. Everyone laughed except Harry, who had his hand in a fist on his thigh.

"Okay, okay. Let's move on to your show and stuff," the interviewer thankfully stepped in.

The rest of the interview, Liam kept shooting nervous glanced at his boyfriend, but Harry was staring ahead, jaw clenched into a tight smile. Liam knew that look. Shit.

***

"Yeah, Payno! Work!" Niall yelled from his spot at the treadmile while Liam was lifting weights. Jarvis shot him a shut up look, but Niall ignored it. "Looking good, Li!" Niall laughed. They only did it because they knew it bothered him, got him flustered. If he didn't react they'd let it go, he reminded himself.

Harry was on the treadmile two down from Niall in the hotel's gym. He had headphones in, but from the scowl on his face his music wasn't loud enough to drown out Niall's catcalls. Harry jammed his fingers into the red STOP button and hopped off the treadmile. Liam watched as he grabbed his towel and rubbed down his glistening chest. Liam dropped the weight to the ground a little too hard when Harry tilted his head back to wipe off his neck. Harry looked at him in concern, but smirked when he saw Liam's dark eyes. He grabbed his water and phone, wrapping the headphones up, and left without so much as a glance over his shoulder.

***

"Let's hear it for Liam's muscles!" Louis yelled to the crowd.

Liam ducked his head in embarrassment while the girls screamed. Louis hit Liam playfully in the shoulder and danced away to continue pumping up the crowd. Harry had had enough. He was so done with this shit. Louis led them into the next song. Harry swayed over to Liam and crowed into him from behind. Liam jumped a little until he realised who it was and settled back to grind on his boyfriend. Harry rolled into him while 60,000 fans watched.

But they weren't who Harry was trying to get to. The other three boys stayed oblivious until the camera put Liam and Harry on the big screen. Harry put his chin over Liam's shoulder and whispered something into his ear that had Liam's eyes falling shut.

Zayn, never one to talk more than he had to, suddenly wanted to see which side of the stadium could yell louder. The camera turned to him and Harry look Liam's hip in his free hand. "Mine," was all he said before he bounded away to the edge of the stage to try and reach some girls' outstretched hands. Liam spent the rest of the show half hard because Harry made it his particular mission in life to touch him in every halfway conspicuous way he could.

The other three spent the whole show distracting the fans with stupid jokes and stories. Louis was so shocked when Harry ran his lips over the shell of Liam's ear that, when he went back stage 'for a wee', he took Harry with him and had the stagehand hold their mics so he could yell.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Harry just shrugged. "What. You guys can fawn over my boyfriend, but I can't."

Louis eyes bugged out for a second in exasperation, "We're just joking. You're getting Liam hard in front of 60,000 fans."

Harry smirked at that and said, "Then you do see the difference. You can touch him, awe over his muscles, but no one affects him like I do."

Louis rolled his eyes, "We get it, Haz. Liam's your boyfriend."

"No I don't think you. But you will," Harry threw over his shoulder as he retrieved his mic and slipped back on stage. Liam was nervously searching for him, but relaxed when he saw him join him back under the spotlights.

Liam was still in the middle of his 'You guys are the best' speech, but Harry came to stand by him. Liam smiled at Harry to see if they were okay. When Harry smiled genuinely back, Liam relaxed. He turned back to the crowd and said, "Let's give it up for Mr. Harry Styles!"

Harry ran his hand down Liam's back before moving foward to say 'Hello' in whatever language he was supposed to. The rest of the concert was smoother, but no thanks to Harry, who kept touching and whispering and smirking at and singing to Liam.

The drive back to their hotel was excruciating. Liam tried to touch Harry, but Harry growled for him to keep his hands to himself. Meanwhile, Harry was talking up a storm to the others while running his hand all over Liam's lower half. He'd started innocently enough on his knee, but twenty minutes into the ride Harry's hand was teasing the crease between his thigh and hip. And by the time they reached the hotel Harry was blatantly palming Liam's semi while Louis, sitting next to Harry, tried to ignore it and have a normal conversation about tomorrow's interview.

When the pressure suddenly disappeared becuase Harry got up to crawl out of the large car, Liam whined and bucked up for more. Harry tutted at him and said, "Settle." Liam pouted but stayed quiet the whole way through the back lobby and up the elevator. The other boys ignored Liam's dialated pupils and flushed cheeks in favor of keeping up an awkward conversation that Harry gladly joined in on.

They usually all went to one room to settle down after a show until they got tired and separated to sleep, but tonight Niall and Louis went to Zayn's room, while Harry led Liam to theirs right next door. As soon as Harry shut the door, Liam's lips were on his neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin. Harry ran his hand up and down Liam's back and said, "Go to the bed for me, love. Get yourself just how I like you, yeah?"

Liam nodded and kissed Harry's cheek before sauntering slowly to the king bed on the wall they shared with Zayn's room. Harry casually took off his head scarf and shook out his curls, running his finger through them. He went up next to the head of the bed and put his ear to the wall while Liam was undressing and looking at him curiously.

On the other side Harry could hear the muffled sounds of tired conversation and low music. Harry smiled and came to stand at the foot of the bed. Liam had rid himself of his clothes and was sitting cross legged at the head of the bed with a small smile.

"You're so handsome, Li."

Liam blushed a little but smiled wider. "Thank you."

"Everyone knows it, too." Liam went to shake his head but Harry cut it off with a "You know it's true. Everyone wants you. Everyone wants a piece of you. Your strong arms. Your broad chest. Your massive cock. They all want it." Liam groaned and palmed himself hard. Harry just smirked, "But they can't have you, can they?" Liam shook his head. "Why not?"

"Because I'm yours," Liam answered quickly.

Harry nodded slowly and climbed onto the bed on his knees. "That's right, Lili. You're mine." He pulled Liam's legs open with his hands and settled on his knees between them. "Problem is, I don't think they get that." Liam reached towards Harry's smooth thigh and raked his nails down the skin. Harry groaned and shuffled closer, spreading Liam's legs wider with his own. "I think I need to show them that you belong to me." Liam swallowed thickly and let his eyes flutter closed at the promise.

Harry reached between them and wrapped his hand around Liam's hard cock. Liam bucked up immediately but Harry held him down with his other hand. "Here's the deal, Lili. I'm going to make you come harder than you have in a long time. I'll make you shudder and spazm under me," Liam muffled a groan, "On one condition."

"Yes, anything," Liam breathed.

Harry smiled, satisfied. "I want them to hear it."

Liam's eye opened and his mouth opened and closed in confusion. "What?"

"They don't get that you're mine, love. You need to prove to them who you belong to." Harry pumped Liam so slowly it was almost painful. "I want you to scream my name so loud that it wakes up our entire floor. Make sure that those pricks in the other room really hear you."

Liam wanted to protest, but then Harry bent over and licked across Liam's tip. He let loose a strangled cry and a bubble of presome dripped down onto Harry's hand. Harry just used it to ease his glide over Liam.

"Don't you want to, sweetheart? Let everyone know who makes you feel so good?"

Liam was nodding before Harry even finished his sentence. "Yes, please."

"Good boy."

Liam's head fell back at the praise and he let his mouth fall open in a breathy moan. Harry pumped Liam without real force while he sucked on the column of Liam's neck. He spent a little extra time on a spot right next to his birthmark, knowing Lou always had issues using makeup right there because it looked weird when it covered his mark. Liam was making whiny noises will Harry sucked harder. He gave one last bit to satify himself before licking over the spot and blowing on it gently.

Liam groaned and swore, "Fuck," while leaning into Harry's receding mouth. Liam gripped Harry's shirt in his hands and growled, "Off." Harry just chuckled and discarded of his shirt and then jeans. He returned to Liam with just his short, tight briefs and a boner. He grabbed Liam's bent legs around the top of his thighs and pulled him down so he was laid out on the bed.

He lowered down to rub his clothed dick against Liam's. Liam moaned just loud enough, but not innaporpriately. Harry thought that just wouldn't do. He reached over Liam to feel under the pillows for the lube they kept for easy access. While he was searching he whispered, "Li, take my pants off, yeah?"

Liam didn't even verbally answer, just tucked his fingers into the waistband and pulled down harshly, letting Harry's hard cock spring up and hit his stomach. Harry groaned quietly with relief and kicked them off to the floor. He aha'd when he found the package and came back to hover over Liam, their cocks just barely brushing. Liam gripped the sheets in his fists and fought to stay still.

"Oh, Liam," Harry tutted, "I can't wait to see you lose that precious control of yours." Liam was shaking his head no but Harry kept going, "Can't wait to having to moaning for me, screaming my name, shaking for me." Liam bit his lip in defiance, but a small moan still slipped past. "Don't worry, babe. You'll see how good it can be."

Harry opened the packet and dripped some lube onto three of his fingers. He didn't bother trying to warm the liquid up, Liam would soon be very hot. He just trailed the back of his hand down Liam's leg slowly until he got to his ass. He pressed the heel of his hand into Liam's small, round cheek and Liam pressed into it.

Harry ran his fingers from there to Liam's hole and felt it twitch against his tips. Harry grinned and said, "You want it so bad."

Liam shook his head, his eyebrows knitting up, and choked, "You. Want you."

Harry kissed the inside of his knee in gratitude. He pushed the tips of two fingers in together. Liam's voice went high as he moaned a long "Yeeeeeeeeeesss". Harry kissed lower down, around mid thigh, and pushed in a little deeper. Liam was breathing hard at being stretched so quickly. He alternated between pants and moans as Harry's fingers found their way past the rings of muscle and into Liam's warm walls.

Harry let his fingers settle, not moving, while Liam squirmed with need. "Fuck, Harry, fuck."

"So lovely, sweetheart." Liam turned his head into the pillow and groaned. "Hey now," Harry shoved his fingers in harder, making Liam's mouth fall open with a silent scream, "None of that. I want to hear you."

Harry pulled his fingers out just a little and pushed them back in. Liam made a garbled noise in response. Harry took that as permission and scissored his fingers inside Liam's tight ass.

Liam was soon rocking back on his fingers and breathing Harry's name over and over. Harry pet Liam's cheek and pushed his third finger in next to the others. Liam first real, honest to God, moan came out and filled the room.

Harry beamed at the sound and laced his chest with kisses. "So good, love. That's what I want." Liam preened and pushed down for more. Harry answered with a firm thrust of his fingers.

"Need you. Need, please, now, you," Liam rambled with a broken voice.

"Of course, babe. You've been so good for me."

Liam nodded his agreement and closed his thighs around Harry. Harry pulled his fingers out and wiped the lube left on his fingers over his cock. Liam was impatiently wiggled his hips down.

Harry leaned back and laid a sharp smack on his right cheek. "Behave," he demanded.

Liam cried out and threw his head back into the pillow. Harry liked that. So brought his hand down on the other cheek and Liam's voice got louder. "Yesyesyes! Yes, Harry, please more, please," he begged. "So good, more, pl-"

Harry shoved inside, cutting Liam off mid-plea. Liam's words were replaced by his scream of "Fuuuuck!"

Harry's smiled turned smug as he shoved into Liam's clenching hole again.

"Shit, Harryharryharry."

"Liam Payne," Harry teased, "Such a filthy mouth on you." He punctuated it with a rough thrust.

Liam was holding firm, nails digging in, to Harry's biceps, his legs curled around Harry's waist. Liam got louder the longer Harry was inside him.

By the time Harry changed his angle and thrusted into Liam's prostate he was yelling "Harry, Jesus! Fuck me, please, harder!" loud enough for everyone to hear.

Harry bent Liam's legs back so his knees were grazing his ribs and pushed in deeper, staying close and pushing in small circles, giving Liam's bundle of nerves nearly constant pressure.

Liam's cock dripped a stream of white down its length. Harry kept pressed close and rubbed into Liam's spot, back and forth, milking his precome out of him.

Liam started sobbing quietly and thrashing his head around the pillow. "Har-Har-I cant, fuck, I need," Liam cried.

"Tell me, love. What do you need?" Harry purred.

"I need to come, please," he whispered weakly.

Harry squeeze Liam's thighs in his grip and pushed in harder. Liam arched off the bed and leaked more sweet liquid onto his stomach, but barely kept his orgasm at bay.

"You know what I want, Li."

Liam gulped and sighed. "Harry, please let me come," he raised his voice.

"Louder."

"Fuck, Harry! Please, let me come!"

Harry approved and leaned down to kiss Liam's cheek. "Come for me. Nice and loud."

Liam screamed Harry's name as he shot hot, sticky cum up his torso. Harry reached down and squeezed Liam in his hand, milking more of his sweet cum out.

Harry thrusted in a few more times before coming inside his fucked out boyfriend. Liam moaned again at the feeling of Harry's cum against his walls.

Harry pulled out and fell on top of Liam's heaving chest. He groaned at his juices smearing between them. Liam wrapped Harry in his arms.

They flinched when Harry's phone rang a minute later. Harry leaned over and saw Louis' name flashing on the screen. He smirked and answer it with a too sweet, "Hello?"

Fuck off Styles. We get it, okay. Louis hung up and Harry dropped his phone to the bed and his head to Liam's chest.

"You're perfect," Harry offered.

"You're freakishly possessive."

"Because you're mine," Harry said with a kiss to Liam's skin.

"And you're mine."

"Absolutely."

Harry lifted himself off the bed and pulled Liam with him to the shower where, maybe with the echo, Liam could be twice as loud.