Chapter 1: Harry (Part 1)
The moment the door closed behind Harry, Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew it was ridiculous to feel anxious around someone as harmless as Harry, but he couldn't help it. Every time they got together, something about their dynamic shifted, and it always left Y/N feeling off balance. He didn't know if it was just because Harry was so different from everyone else he knew or if there was something more going on between them.
But either way, he found himself constantly analyzing their interactions and trying to figure out what it all meant.
Harry seemed oblivious to the tension, chattering away as he unpacked his suitcase. "So, how did filming go?" he asked casually, tossing a shirt into the suitcase.
"It went well," Y/N replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
"We got some great footage." He turned away, busying himself with the camera equipment. He could feel Harry's gaze on him, and it made him nervous. He wished Harry would stop looking at him like that. It only served to remind him of how much he wanted Harry, even though he knew it was impossible.
"Well that's good, you wouldn't want to be the first cameraman we've had to fire," Harry joked and teased.
Y/N rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the thrill he got from Harry's attention. Even though they were just friends, the way Harry looked at him sometimes made him feel like he was the most desirable person in the world. But then he remembered that Harry was straight, and nothing could ever happen between them beyond friendship.
Harry kept teasing him, and Y/N felt there was nothing else he could do but strike back with witty remarks.
Their banter soon turned flirty, and Y/N found himself getting lost in Harry's gaze once again. The sexual tension was palpable, but still, they both pretended it wasn't happening. They were just having fun, right?
As they continued joking around, Harry started to get more physical while teasing Y/N, shoving his arm and trying to provoke him.
Y/N felt his face heat up as he tried not to react too obviously. This kind of teasing always got to him, and he loved the way it made him feel. Still, he fought against it, refusing to let Harry see how much he really desired him.
But even as he tried to hold back, he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to Harry's touch. As Harry leaned in close to whisper something in his ear, Y/N felt his breath catch in his throat.
"We might just have to fire you after all," Harry said in Y/N's ear, laughing. "It turns out we hired a wimp who can't fight me off!"
Harry exclaimed, pushing Y/N onto the bed.
Y/N laughed, feigning anger as he pushed back against Harry's advances. They began to wrestle playfully, rolling around on the bed. Harry's hands roamed freely over Y/N's body, tracing patterns along his skin that sent shivers down his spine.
Despite his best efforts to resist, Y/N found himself growing increasingly aroused by Harry's touch. His heart raced as he struggled to maintain control, but it was no use. Soon enough, he was panting heavily beneath Harry's ministrations.
Harry grinned triumphantly, clearly sensing Y/N's rising desire. With one swift move, he pinned Y/N to the bed, holding his hips back with his arms and pushing his own pelvis and hips against Y/N's ass in a dominating position that made Y/N gasp.
The move caught Y/N completely off guard, sending shock waves through his system.
He stared wide-eyed up at Harry, unable to believe what was happening. Despite everything, despite knowing better, he couldn't help but respond to Harry's touch. It felt so good that he found himself arching into it without thinking.
A dark, primal growl rose from Harry's throat as he took in Y/N's reaction. It was clear that he liked the idea of being in charge, relishing the power he held over Y/N.
"This should show you whose boss, and who you ought to be afraid of!" Harry exclaimed, chuckling, while thrusting into Y/N's covered ass. While they were both wearing full outfits, the friction of Harry's bulge pushing into Y/N was explicitly sexual, regardless of how much he tried to pass it off as a joke.
"What do you think you're doing?" Y/N demanded, struggling against Harry's grip. He was starting to panic, unsure of what to do.
"Oh, come now," Harry taunted, smirking. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy this. I'm not the only one feeling it, trust me."
Y/N blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed and confused. He didn't know why Harry was doing this to him, but he couldn't stand it. He needed to get away before things went any further.
"Now let's get up, you have a job to do!" Harry said.
They proceeded to untangle themselves from one another and proceed with packing up the camera equipment, as Y/N continued to wonder what that entire interaction could have truly meant.