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i can see you by taylor swift (listening recommended)
uk vs us slang on moresidemem
world's hardest cooking challenge on sidemen
cooking challenge & weakest link bts on sideplus
harry had been moody recently.
grumpy, snappy, short tempered, whatever you want to call it but people had noticed. it made for good content obviously and most of them assumed that that was all it was, just some dramatics for the video, but simon wasn't so sure.
simon knew harry. he could see him and he couldn't tell if he was being self conscious or not but he'd noticed harry's darkened eyes lingering on him. as soon as he was in a mood he'd be watching simon almost exclusively. mouth open, head slightly tilted, eyes hooded, even once they'd move on simon could still see harry out of the corner of his eye watching him.
they'd been waiting for the other boys to arrive, simon, tobi, vik and harry, tobi and vik had wandered off somewhere, simon was eating a cookie on the sofa in the green room and harry seemed to be busying himself with his phone on the sofa across from simon's.
and then there was some innuendo made about simon and his cookie and dick and no one seemed to notice harry excuse himself out of the room. but simon saw.
'i'm just gonna go wash my hands' simon announced to the group, finishing off his cookie and standing to follow the path harry took out of the room and into the toilets.
simon noticed that only one of the stalls had its door closed as he headed to the sink and slowly pressed on the soap dispenser whilst watching the door, trying not to make enough noise to block out harry's heavy breathing from the other side. simon wondered what he was doing in there.
the lock clicked and the door swung open in quick succession. simon noted that the toilet lid was down before raising his eyes in the mirror to meet harry's, who looked like a deer in the headlights.
simon threw a smile at him and briefly averted his gaze to flick the tap on. this seemed to be enough time for harry to recover because once simon's eyes were at his again he'd shaken the look off of his face and he was heading to the sink next to simon's, arms brushing as harry reached over him for the soap dispenser. their eyes met in the mirror again.
'uhm how was golf?' simon made an attempt at small talk.
'this morning?' harry confirmed, looking back to his hands. 'yeah man, it was good, yeah. just round the corner from here actually.'
'nice bro. who'd you go with?' the soap was long gone from simon's hands at this point, he was just lingering.
'ah, no one, no one. just me on my own.' harry nodded. 'just trying to blow off some steam.' he added with a sigh.
'did it work?' simon asked, turning his tap off and leaning on the sink, watching harry's reflection as it looked up at him and took a breath in.
'not really.' he answered slowly, licking his lips. his eyes dropped to simons hands gripping the sink and stayed there just a second too long before darting back up to meet simons. his eyebrows raised.
simon pulled some paper towels from the dispenser and passed a few to harry, fingers brushing. they watched each other in the mirror as the slowly dried their hands. simon was sure he could see harry holding his breath.
the door slammed open and the boys jumped. simon finished drying his hands quickly before heading out the door, slowing down once he'd made it out. the door didn't get a chance to fully close before harry was out of it too.
harry brushed past simon in the hallway and kept moving, leaving simon to watch him walk away.
harry got in another mood during the video and of course simon got the brunt of it.
they'd finished filming now and everyone was getting food from the catering truck whilst the weakest link set was being put together (and whilst people were attempting to clean up the flooding that was currently happening in the toilet of their studio) harry had wondered out of the studio almost instantly once the cameras had been shut off and simon was beginning to wonder where he'd gotten off to.
they'd been directed to use studio two's toilets since theirs had flooded so simon tried checking there first, no harry. he tried studio one, no harry. they'd also been told that studio four's toilets weren't working and for some reason simon decided to check there anyway but again, no harry. he was about to give up and just go wait with the others when he saw a faint light glowing from the crack at the bottom of the dressing room door next to the toilets.
simon considering it for a moment. everyone but harry was in the room when they were told studio four wasn't useable it had to be him. he took a deep breath before pushing the door open.
the main light wasn't on, just the vanity light and there stood harry, leant on the desk with his head in his hands, simon cleared his throat to announce himself and harry shot up.
harry almost scoffed once he realised who it was. simon closed the door behind him and took a few steps into the small dimly lit room.
'you alright?' simon asked, watching harry.
'yeah man.' harry nodded and rubbed his hands across his face and through his hair. 'i'm good.' he didn't make eye contact. simon walked a few more steps to stand next to harry and lean on the desk by his hand.
'needed to blow off steam?' simon was watching for harry's reaction closely. he was breathing heavily again.
'something like that.' harry nodded dismissively and looked away from simon and into the mirror. he was still moody, simon could tell.
'listen man, have i done something?' simon started and harry's head turned back to his. 'it might just be for videos but if you're mad at me-'
'what? you- no. no simon, never you.' harry cut simon off. he felt awful that he'd made simon think he'd done something. 'you haven't done anything don't worry it's just- i'm just...' simon waited for harry to continue.
'i don't know man, don't worry about it it's just a me thing.' harry tried to brush it off but simon was pretty sure he could see what was going on here. simon curled his finger around harry's wrist and harry swallowed.
'i'm here for you, bro' simon spoke softly. 'whatever you need.' harry nodded slowly, not risking his eyes moving from simon's for a moment. he tried to reply but nothing would come out of his mouth.
'do you need something?' simon spoke somehow softer, his thumb caressing harry's wrist. they held their gaze for a moment before harry all but jumped onto simon and connected their lips. it was fast and messy before harry actually jumped away.
'fuck i'm so sorry i don't know-' harry was cut off by simon backing him up against the wall and joining their lips again.
simon kissed him hard, holding harry by his hips against the wall whilst harry's hands clung onto simon's face. simon pulled away and harry practically whined at the loss as they tried to catch their breath.
'is this okay?' simon asked. harry nodded frantically.
'please.' harry kept nodding. 'yes, simon.' harry was already so worked up and it finally clicked into place for simon. he wondered how he didn't put it together before.
'were you wanking in the toilet earlier?' simon asked with a small chuckle.
'no.' harry spoke breathily and shook his head lightly.
'did you want to?' simon squeezed harry's hips and watched as his eyes flicked down to his own before he answered.
'yeah...' harry kept watching simons lips as he licked his own.
'what would you have thought about?' simon pressed even though he was pretty sure he could take a decent guess going by the pressure he was currently feeling against his leg. harry's eyes met his again.
'this' harry sighed and pulled on simons hoodie. 'take it off?'
simon took it off and threw it behind him, then moved to pull harry's one off too. harry pulled simon back into him before they could get rid of their shirts, moaning into the kiss. simon's hands had found their way up harry's shirt and were feeling whatever they could reach before they moved back to hold his hips whilst he kissed down harry's neck.
'is that what all this is about?' simon questioned between kisses. 'you just wanted someone to get you off? that's why you've been such an arse?' simon pulled back to take harry's shirt off and continued kissing his way down harry's body.
'not someone.' harry huffed out, moving his hand to simon's hair, pulling it lightly. 'not someone, just you. only you.' simon was on his knees know and one of his hands had wondered up harry's shorts to feel his ass.
'you could've asked.' simon said looking up at harry and simon could feel harry's body tremble once their eyes met. harry threw his head back in a moan and tightened his hand in simon's hair.
'please, simon.' harry's chest was heaving. 'fuck, please.' simon obliged by hooking his fingers in harry's waistband and waited for harry to give him approval. harry nodded and simon moved his shorts and boxers to his ankles. getting a good look at harry's dick before continuing.
harry couldn't help but moan when simon spat onto his own hand, and of course simon noticed.
'really? that does it for you?' simon laughed lightly and harry whined.
'don't tease.' harry pouted down at simon and simon smiled in response before placing a wet kiss on harry's hip and moving his other hand up to splay out across harry's stomach to hold him in place as he bucked to try and get simon to touch him.
simon gave in and began stroking harry's cock slowly and harry's hand darted to the wrist of the hand pressed against his stomach whilst he whimpered and pulled at simon's hair.
'be quiet, harry' simon shushed. 'they're only behind that wall.' simon was pretty sure that these studios were soundproof but he didn't want to risk it. 'we have to be fast, okay? you don't want anyone to find us do you?' simon could've sworn he felt harry's cock pulse at that. he squeezed it lightly.
'si.' harry's head was back against the wall as he moaned out and tried to rock in simon's hand. 'please, simon, please.'
'so polite.' simon teased before spitting onto harry's dick and speeding up. harry wondered if simon's hand against his stomach could feel it twisting. 'look at me, harry.'
harry looked at him, lips puffy, eyes glassy and hair a mess. seeing simon looking no better plus his hand wrapped around harry's cock had him biting back another moan.
'fuck, simon.' harry honestly wasn't sure if he was holding himself up or if his knees had given out and simon's hand spread across his stomach was keeping him up against the wall, this time he couldn't hold back his moan. 'you're so good.'
'you want me to blow you?' simon's voice was raspy and harry wished he could hear it like that forever, he nodded desperately. 'yeah? beg for it. look at me and beg.' harry didn't have to be told twice.
'shit, simon, fuck, please. please blow me, fuck, i'll do anything, please, si, i'll do anything you want, please.' simon was really hoping this room was soundproofed as harry whimpered and moaned his way though his pleas. mostly because he didn't want to get caught but also because he didn't want anyone to ever get to hear harry beg like that.
'good boy.' simon praised him and this time he definitely felt harry's cock pulse in his hand. simon licked a stripe up harry's dick and harry desperately tried to rock against simon's hand as he moaned desperately.
'i need you so bad.' harry whined and simon wrapped his lips around harry and started bobbing his head up and down, moving his hand to squeeze harry's ass again.
all harry could do was whine out simon's name and pull at his hair as this time he was sure simon was the only thing holding him up.
'please... simon, si... fuck please please.' harry's voice was desperate as he begged. 'i'm so close, fuck simon, please. please let me come.' every breath harry took was followed by a moan and he was trembling.
simon popped off harry's cock and began wanking him again, fast. 'c'mon, harry, that's it.' simon was struggling slightly to hold him against the wall now. simon spat on his dick again and wanked him faster. 'come in my mouth, come like a good boy.' simon held his mouth open and his tongue out for harry to finish him and it didn't take long before harry was whimpering out simon's name and shooting thick white spurts into his open mouth whilst harry rutted and pulled simon's hair.
once he'd finished coming simon slowly lowered him onto the floor, his legs not holding him up as he shook. harry was trying to catch his breath when he watched simon swipe a bit of come that had landed on his lip with his thumb and moved it to harry's mouth. harry latched on to simon's thumb and sucked his own seed off of simon's hand.
'good boy' simon smirked at him and chuckled lightly before he pulled his thumb out.
'fuck.' harry's head fell back against the wall as he caught his breath and he reached out for simon to pull him into another kiss. 'i won't tell anyone.'
'i know.' simon nodded and caressed harry's cheek. harry watched him closely as he seemed to fight with himself over something. 'i don't want to say this but we should probably get back.'
'but you didn't get a chance to come.' harry pulled at simon's shirt. 'let me help.'
'it's okay.' simon said as he took harry's hands into his own. 'i can wait until next time.' harry's face perked up at this and simon couldn't help but to laugh a little.
'next time?' harry confirmed.
'you won't believe half the things i see inside my head.' simon whispered, bringing harry's hands to his mouth to place a kiss on them as he held his gaze.
'unless you want next time to be soon you better stop looking at me like that.' harry had to look away from simon. his eyes were too much.
'i wish.' simon muttered, turning to search the floor for their discarded clothes. once he'd collected them in his arms he pulled himself up using the table and reached to help harry up as well.
once they'd sorted themselves out they decided to leave the room one at a time just incase anyone was around. harry went first and simon counted a few minutes before heading out as well.
one of the crew stopped simon in the hallway for a chat and simon couldn't help but notice harry waiting down the hall from him.
something had changed, and it was something simon liked.