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[louliversummerweek]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Ferrigno Jr./Oliver Stark Characters: Oliver Stark (Actor), Lou Ferrigno Jr., Aisha Hinds, Tim Minear, Anirudh Pisharody, Kenneth Choi, William Shakespeare Additional Tags: Yes you read that right, Alternate Universe - Historical, References to Shakespeare, Crack Treated Seriously, Renaissance Era, i cannot stress enough how little you should take this seriously, Period-Typical Homophobia, but like only mentioned - Freeform, nothing super overt, this is mostly crack above all Summary:

“Lou?? Lou is going to be playing Juliet?” Oliver wants to bash his head into a wall. “How is he supposed to play a 13-year-old girl when he’s just as tall as I am, and probably just as big?”

He tries to talk himself down from his irritation. He is the leading man in most of the plays in their repertoire, surely he has nothing to fear from a new guy. And besides, with the way their schedule is set up for the summer, its likely that he and Lou will only have to play lovers a handful of times.

There’s no way that their one new cast member for this season will completely change the dynamic of the entire troupe. Right?

aka the Renaissance England actors au that got out of hand

This was supposed to be for @louliversummerweek day four alternate universe except it grew a little bit of plot and so it ended up being very late. Hope you all enjoy anyway!! 

[louliversummerweek]

Out there in the open, out there in the wild

Lou/Oliver rpf | 4.5k

Entry for @louliversummerweek event Day 1 (very late entry) and a @9-1-1-kinkmeme claim.

Prompts: Jealousy, Public sex & “Don’t tell me what to do” + Road trip

Warnings: RPF fiction (no one is cheating), Public sex, Sex with an audience (no visual), not tagging this as watersports because it’s not the main focus but there is pee happening (the part will be identified so you can skip it), Porn with minimal plot.

AN: I had to finish this one abruptly. I probably wrote 3k out of the 4.5k in a single day and then had too many things going on to finish it and now I can't come up with the rest. I hope the different scenes (3 sex scenes) can be fun anyway!

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“You’re unbelievable,” Oliver says against Lou’s lips, his back pressed against the stucco exterior wall of their cheap motel without complaint as Lou tries his best to aim the key into the lock while also not half-assing the kiss. Oliver fists Lou’s shirt into his hand when the door clicks open, and he pulls him in.

Lou follows him so easily—not really surprising considering the man took a flight from LA to Fresno just so he could make a point. “You didn’t even say you were leaving,” Lou had scolded him when he called and said he was in a cab just minutes away from where Oli was having dinner. Oli took the rest of his food to-go and met him at the address he had been texted. He secretly hated how quickly he responded to the invitation.

Oliver sighs when their mouths detach as Lou prepares to yap again. “Oh, please. You sooo hate me for being here, huh?” Lou mouths over his lips as he works on his pants, hand groping Oli’s throbbing dick in the process.

“Fuck off,” Oliver throws with a devilish smile. He’s pushed to his back before he can take his own pants off his ankles but Lou pulls them the rest of the way for him. “So romantic,” Oliver adds.

They wake up the next morning enlaced into each other with a sheen of sweat along the places where their skin touches. The room is humid and already reaching an uncomfortable warmth because of the sliver of sun sneaking through the ripped curtains. Oliver’s arm is tingly under Lou’s head but he doesn’t want to rush him up; he knows the first hour of Lou’s day is crucial for the mood he’s going to sport all day. “Hey,” he whispers instead, running his fingers through Lou’s messy curls.

Lou stretches and his nose runs along Oli’s pit when his head falls back. Lou’s exhale tickles into his hairs and has him shivering through the heat. “Mornin’,” he replies and smiles. He pokes his tongue out and licks along the tendon of Oli’s peck.

“Insatiable,” Oli says, but opens up to him. Lou struggles to look up at Oli’s face but they share the silent acknowledgement of having to check out in about an hour.

Lou pushes himself from Oli’s side and straddles him, keeping his face at his neck, knowing his sweet spots. Their dicks start filling up as they lay atop another. It’s also hard to fight back the feeling when Lou is reaching for his wrists and brings them over his head, keeping them locked into one hand as the other moves down his ribcage.

“How did I get so lucky?” Lou says against his clavicle. Oliver chuckles.

“Can I remind you how long you had to work to get me?” Lou’s head pops up from the trail of kisses he had going, and he scoffs. When Oli squints at him, he says;

“Arrogant much?” Oliver knows Lou is kidding, but he feels like he has to explain himself anyway.

“N-no. Not like…” Oli takes a pause to compose his thoughts, and also shudders when Lou flicks his nipple. “It’s self-deprication—fuck. I didn’t think you were seriously into me so, ahh, I didn’t let you in.” He struggles under Lou’s touch now that he’s rocking his hips against him and their precum pools into his navel.

Lou hums into his sternum. “I see.” It’s simple but reassuring to no end. Oli closes his eyes and lets himself be explored, his body needing the attention before they go a few months without having time for anything other than quick mutual masturbation in his trailer bathroom (and that’s if Lou comes to set again).

Lou’s face comes back up his body and makes another stop at his pit where he inhales for a few seconds and punctuates his breath with a wide-tongued lick. Oli moans, biting the noise down into his bottom lip because if they could hear the neighbors last night, the same thing went the other way around this morning.

When Lou comes to kiss him again, his lips are salty and ripe and his own dick twitches against his stomach. Lou could pull him apart just like that, their dicks slowly dry-frotting, their tongues fighting a battle they never want to finish and the knowledge that they’ve got each other for the next hour, the day, the week even. Just not here in this squeaky bed and 80s pink sauna. The thought of having Lou to himself for however long is enticing and Oliver is ready to throw his meticulous planning away just so they have the most amount of time alone. His body shivers with imagination.

“So good for me,” Lou whimpers against his mouth and brings his free hand around his throat. His thumb digs into the soft spot under his chin. “So. Fucking. Eager.” He adds, ending each word with a roll of his hips and Oli is slowly creeping to the edge.

“B-baby,” he moans. Lou lets go of his wrists, plants his hand firmly on the bed by his shoulder and takes his other hand around them, nothing but sweat and saliva and despair gliding them along each other in sharp thrusts. Oliver runs his hand up Lou’s arm by his side, relishing in the contracted muscles he never thought he’d crave. He stretches his neck, bites at Lou’s forearm when Lou squeezes their dicks together significantly harder for a few tugs, before soothing it with a kiss.

Lou’s mouth falls against his hairline and Oli could cry with the burning sensations raging through him. His hands are tingly. His chest stings from his heavy panting and he’s nauseous from how high he feels. Lou’s hips ground him into the bed, but he’s galaxies away.

“I-I’m,” he mumbles, not even sure if it makes any sound. But Lou’s hand falters for a moment and Oli hears him spit, twice, then he wipes their tips with his thumb and brings it to Oliver’s mouth. He hooks it into his cheek when it’s clean. There hadn’t been anything Oli needed a moment to adjust to ever since sleeping with Lou, from the most delicate touches to the nasty, underground porn moves he’d sometimes improvise. It all made sense why women liked being manhandled—he was a needy slut for it too.

It only takes a dozen more strokes for Oli to tip over, his body tensing and spasming as he comes all over himself and Lou’s knuckles in thick spurts. He tries his best not to succumb to the sudden endorphins as he patiently waits for Lou to join him into paradise. Oli goes wide-eyed when Lou climbs up his body, his fingers digging through his hair so Lou can hold his head up for him, thankfully, before aiming what he can onto his saliva-clad, scooped tongue.

A guttural sound fills the room and Oli twitches in response. “Fuuuck,” comes out of Lou’s mouth, strangled, as he falls forward until his hands rest against the wall above Oli’s head. Oli watches as Lou’s abs roll with every breath, and his mouth waters around Lou’s tip when he imagines himself licking the sweat he’s currently wiping against his bicep.

*

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Oli says just loud enough for the both of them without attracting prying eyes. He yanks another folded pole from the tent bag and tries to feed it into the tiny fabric tunnels of the tarp he’s currently losing a pride battle to. Lou sits on a camping chair a few feet away, waiting for Oliver’s promised “I got this” moment to happen.

“I’m just reading you what the paper is saying to do,” Lou answers, his usual goofiness tempered by the hot weather and his growling stomach. He hadn’t accounted for the traffic around Twin Peaks this time of year when he impulsively booked the plane ticket—they had stopped to a few antique and craft shops along the drive too and soon the sky was a swirl of pink and orange—so they did their best to make it to the campground before it turned pitch black, meaning they’d skipped an important stop to the convenience store. They were left with bags of chips and a warm jar of salsa. “If you’d let me help, we could get rid of this faster and head to the cantine.”

“Don’t bother, pretty face. Wouldn’t want the ladies to see you exert yourself.” And Lou finally understands the irritant that’s been gnawing at Oli all after-noon. He’d dug the van a few inches into the dirt with how fast he had put it in park and hurried to busy himself with setting up without saying a word. It had been weird, but Lou blamed it on the same things that were bothering him right now. He hopes the weather changes over the next few days.

Lou walks over, pulls at a section of the tent and the tube suddenly glides through to the other end like butter. Oli shakes his head and bends to get the last pole, his back muscles stretching his shirt albeit it being two sizes too big.

“Green isn’t your color, baby,” Lou adds with a bit of cheekiness now. He pins his side of the tent to the ground and walks to the other corner to pull the tube through. Just like the last one, it goes through in a swift movement and Lou grins until his cheeks hurt. Oli grunts in response, biting his lower lip not to let the inevitable smile creep through and have Lou win the argument. “Why couldn’t we just sleep in the van anyway?” Lou adds as he hammers the last hook into the ground. Oliver turns around and looks at him like he should have suggested that hours ago. Lou falls serious. “What?”

“We’re two big men.” Oli’s hand volleys in front of his body, pointing back and forth between them.

“Who like to cuddle!” Lou takes an extra step closer to Oli. “Unless I’m mistaken...” It’s harder for Oli to keep his composure this time, but he stares at the top of Lou’s head, knowing if they make eye contact the corner of his mouth will betray him.

“I- yeah. But it’s warm and I just thought you’d like—”

“—to sleep alone in a tent for three days when I ran after you ‘cause I missed you?” Lou interrupts and takes another step. Oli is within arm’s reach now, but Lou keeps his hands in his pockets, afraid he’s going to run faster than the squirrels along the track.

“But, the women at the front desk—”

“—were being nice, Oli. When people are nice, you’re nice with them.” Lou finishes the sentence again, trying to keep Oli from spiraling. The last step he takes brings their chests merely inches apart and Lou can sense Oli’s heart picking up speed. “Besides.” Lou catches Oli’s chin between his thumb and index. “My “flirting” got us some extra shower passes, f-y-i.” That’s when Oli breaks and dips his head forward with a shy smile. He allows his arms to hook at the bottom of Lou’s spine and he looks over at the tent.

“I guess we do deserve a long, hot shower after this.”

“Oh,” Lou chuckles, “now you want to include me?” He squeezes at Oli’s sides and makes him laugh.

“I suppose I have to make up for my attitude today,” Oli suggests and leans forward for a tentative peck. It’s so easy to let that turn into a heated kiss and light PG groping. But then Oli moans into Lou’s mouth when a stray finger runs down his crack under his basket shorts. “Lou,” he pants, almost begging.

“That’s my boy,” Lou says, pulls away and walks over to get the tickets and his toiletries bag. “Come on.” He wiggles his fingers at Oli who’s standing still, frozen like he’d just been asked to head up to the popular kid’s parents’ bedroom at a high school party.

So good, Tommy mouths as he pounds into Oli’s soap-slicked ass as fast as the grip of the tile under his feet will safely allow him to. One of Oli’s legs lies on his shoulder folded at the knee, and Lou has a steady hand on the crook of that hip and another bunching his hair. The hot water hits his back as he fucks Oli into the tiny (but incredibly sturdy) shower door.

Oli looks like a marble statue in front of him, his damp curls framing his face and every muscle in his torso are defined while they keep him in the best angle. His arms are thrown back, his hands attempting to keep the door from rattling too much: anyone walking by could see his fingers holding onto the top edge. If their feet position wasn’t telling enough, this would convince an onlooker of their activities. They had been teasing each other and edged waiting for a dad to leave with his son for over fifteen minutes, but Lou knows at least two other guys are still rinsing themselves off a few stalls over. Oli’s dick twitched when Lou pointed that out.

“You want them to know how good it feels baby?” Lou whispers into his neck. He presses his tongue onto a pulse point. He knows Oli is overthinking and is worried about someone recognizing him. But Lou also knows that men who like to go cruising are not people who tell on each other. That also made Oli’s dick bounce when Lou sought to comfort him with the explanation.

“Y-yeah,” Oli whispers tentatively. His bottom lip hangs open and his brows furrow in concentration. Conflicting voices in his mind are telling him to hurry and not risk it, and also stretch the feeling as long as possible. He wishes he could see the way Lou’s dick penetrates him from below, and the thought of someone filming them has his body shaking. Turns out the devil on his shoulder speaks louder.

“You’re getting there. Yeah,” Lou taunts, kissing him with an exaggerated smack of their lips that surely echoes off the brick walls.

“Fuck. Yes, yeah-aaah” Oli loses the battle slowly. Lou spins him so he’s sideways now, the crook of his knee held into Lou’s hand with the other gripping the back of his neck so hard it’s going to bruise. Oli switches the grip of one hand on the top of the door and lets the other fall to his aching cock. A deep grunt falls from his lips without restraint.

The new angle allows for his prostate to get a hit with every push, and his precum is painting the door as he rubs his tip into it. Every inch of Oli’s body is on fire; he contributes more steam to the room than the running showers. “L-T-Tommy,” Oli moans, quick thinking before ratting out Lou’s name. It does the job and grants him a bite to the shoulder.

“So good, Evan. You take me so well baby.” They giggle into each other’s mouths and a faint grunt reaches their ears. Oli freezes, clenching around Lou but Lou doesn’t stop fucking into him, feeding off the gratification of arousing a stranger. Oli quickly melts into the idea and embellishes his next moans like he’s giving a show.

Seconds later, feet become visible from beneath the stall on their right, and a hand latches onto the top of the wall, tips immediately white with pressure. A filthy mixture of moans and grunts and squelching takes over the room and Oli thinks he’s going to pass out with how fast the blood travels his body. He lets himself be manhandled into the wall on their right, his feet planted inches away from the mystery man’s. Lou presses his face into the wet wall and starts pumping into him again. He adds a few drops of soap onto the ring of Oli’s hole and slowly presses a finger in along his dick, then another.

“Fuck! Fuck, yeah.” Oli has reached the point of high-pitched whines and pleading and it’s clearly doing it for the whole room. His face is flushed and his back arches back into Lou like he has to justify a fat check. Lou knows Oli’s beyond the point of coming untouched, but he reaches over to stroke him anyway, loving the spasms it induces around him.

“Look at you being a good little whore, huh.” Lou’s words are followed by heavy panting and Oli feels hot cum splatter onto his feet. He watches as roughly twelve spurts cover his toes and leak away in the drain. He finds himself wishing he had been on his knees just now. The thought has him falling over the edge right after, and Oli moans against the wall, teeth piercing the insides of his lips, as he covers Lou’s knuckles and adds to the mess at his feet.

“Good boy,” the man says before opening the door and, like Lou had promised, walking out without crossing a line. Lou’s hanging on by a thread. His throat would be sandpaper if it weren’t for the humidity and he’s about to start seeing dots with the pressure in his head. He only needs a few extra thrusts before he pulls out and has Oli kneeling on the hard tile, coming aimlessly all over his chest and shoulders because his hands are too busy holding him up for a moment longer.

“Babyyy,” Lou grunts and huffs a breath he’d been holding. Oli makes it back to his feet and crashes their bodies together as gravity holds them together in an A shape as they regain their thoughts. It’s a miracle they can conjure enough energy to have an actual shower after this. The bottom of the van will never have felt this comfortable.

*(watersports non-enjoyers (desperation and public urinating), you may skip to the next * for the rest of the story)

Lou’s leg is bouncing and he’s chewing through the last bit of skin around his thumb, his watery eyes are focused on the scenery as he tries to dissociate from his current issue. Oli tries his best to make quick work of every stop sign and reasonably exceeds speed limits to try and get them to their next destination quickly. Lou knows they’re somewhere in the outskirts of Reno, but he can’t bother to ask. There’s bumps and branches to zig-zag through, which do not help the painful pressure in Lou’s stomach.

“Jesus,” he whines into his hand, forehead resting on the glass. There are too many cars and too little shoulder space for them to stop by the side of the road and get it over with. And Lou’s not ready to have his balls eaten by mosquitos anyway. The only containers they have are their reusable water bottles and an empty bag of chips—so no, he does not have any relief option for the next ten minutes.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Oli says, bringing his hand to Lou’s thigh but he retrieves it just as fast when a whole-body shiver hits Lou. “Shit. Sorry, sorry!”

Lou takes a deep breath before looking over and giving a sheepish smile. “It’s okay. The road work wasn’t on Maps a-and there was no-oh-where to turn around anyway.” He closes his eyes and goes back to a meditative state (or tries to). His free hand instinctively reaches for his crotch as an added barrier.

“Oh, you’re close close, huh?” Oli adds with a nervous laugh. His days on the road had once tested him as well so he knows exactly what’s going through Lou’s mind and body.

“And you’re enjoying this…”

“No, I’m not. We do not need a visit to a random detail shop to have my seats cleaned!”

“But wha-what if I don’t wet the sea—”

“—you are not pissing in the van!” Oli looks over with a panicked expression, trying his best not to start laughing out of despair and making Lou feel worse than he already was. Lou pulls himself out of his sweats, the elastic band sitting under his balls and he bends forward, resting his head onto his forearms on the dash, hoping the fold of his stomach can give him some control. “Louuuu,” Oli warns.

“I’m not gonna piss.” Lou makes a pained sound, both legs bouncing now. “I just need the fabric to stop rubbing my dick. Besides, your carpets are heavy duty rubber. It wouldn’t ruin a thing.”

Oli glides his finger along the path on Maps and hopes that a secondary road would magically appear. He looks again at Lou, a shiver running up his own spine like he’s having sympathy pains for a pregnant woman. “You and I both know once your bladder fills past that point your stream is going to have amazing pressure,” Oli says, looking both ways at a stop sign to make sure he can burn it. “It’s not going to stay contained to the carpet.”

“Okay, we need to stop talking about this.” Lou opts to try leaning back for a while, his dick now halfway to being hard and it points up to the roof ominously. It’s shiny with precum and possibly a drop or two, and Oli loses focus looking at it for a minute.

“Can’t you, um. Like- jerk it away for a bit?” He says, his left hand reaching for his own chubby. “We’re four minutes out,” Oli adds, his voice higher than his normal tone. Lou looks at him with a puzzled look, but shrugs and decides to go with it.

They turn onto the campground and despite Oli’s cheerful expression, Lou knows they still have to register and head to their lot, and he’s not about to risk standing up in public. So he waits, possibly looking like a lunatic to any passer-by with how fervently he rocks back and forth in his seat. “Oh, thank god,” he whispers when Oli jumps back in with their bracelets. The freaking five-mile an hour limit is the only thing standing between him and sweet relief.

Lou jumps out before the van is imobile and rushes to the patch of grass at the end of the parking spot. It’s hidden by bushes and has no adjacent lots, which is convenient because Lou is using his last brain cells to pull his pants to his knees so he doesn’t soak them and has no time for spacial awareness. Then—how that could be, he cannot fucking tell—nothing... He stands there with shivers covering his body and is about to cry in pain but nothing comes out. “What the fuck?”

Right then, Oli appears at his side. “Well that’s unfortunate.” Lou looks at him with a scowl. This isn’t time for British snarkiness. But Oli brings his fingers to the bottom of his spine and runs them in circles with a feathery touch and just like that, the tap opens and Lou can finally fucking piss, the stream reaching a record distance like Oli had predicted. Yeah. There’s no way that would have been contained in the half-inch deep carpet, he thinks.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” Lou whimpers with his eyes rolling back.

Oli chuckles. “Yeah, that’s quite a feeling, huh?” He bends closer so his chest is resting into Lou’s shoulder and he reaches to lick the shell of his ear. With the same feather touch, he brings his hand into the back of Lou’s head and pushes it forward. “Look at you. Being a fucking beautiful, depraved mess.” Lou’s trying his best to look at himself through the layer of tears. “Bet I can make you wait longer next time.”

“Y-you. What—”

“—Oh, let me have my moment, baby. Just piss and let me admire you.” Oli takes his free hand and presses it into Lou’s bladder. It earns him a pained moan but Lou’s hands are relaxed at his sides—he’d been vocal and had stopped something he didn’t enjoy before, so Oli keeps testing his trust further. His own stomach is doing flips with how ecstatic this new discovery is making him feel.

He tugs onto Lou’s stomach upwards, his hardening dick bobbing in response and creating a lasso of piss before them. “So fucking pretty,” Oli whispers, his lips still against Lou’s ear. “I might actually have you piss yourself some day.” Then, after what looks like ten liters worth—there’s quite literally a puddle two feet from them—the stream tempers down and Oli hopes the high isn’t going to leave now that the big moment has ended.

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.” Lou’s voice is raspy and needy. His dick is at full mast now, but Oli is too busy looking at him in awe. He wants to get on his knees, he wants to fuck Lou bent over the back of the van. He also wants to spend the rest of the day making out like teenagers and showing Lou just how much he appreciates him. It’s odd what being horny can get you close to admitting, and Oli has to choose the right next move so he doesn’t render the remainder of the trip uncomfortable.

“Get out of your head,” Lou breaks the spiral like he’s reading him so easily. He does have a special place in his mind and heart, so maybe that’s helping him make the connections. “Let’s leave it there for today, okay? I want to go enjoy the lake and have a little bit of exercise before dinner.” He bends to pull up his pants and kisses Oli on the way up.

“M-yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.” He smiles.

“That was amazingly hot though.” Lou winks and rubs a finger over Oli’s tented pants.

*

They left Lake Tahoe at around ten so they could make it to Sacramento for lunch. Their last stop will be Monterey where they’ll have two days to reflect on the trip and decide how things move forward when the reality of their lives and busy schedules kick in. “Do you want me to look ahead for a place to eat?” Oli asks suddenly, initiating their first conversation of the ride. He’s the passenger princess for the day, which feels odd. But he had a shitty night fighting sunburn fever, so he had happily rallied the job to Lou.

“Sure, babe.” Lou reaches for Oli’s hand resting on his arm and brings it to his mouth for a quick peck. The moment makes him warm inside. “Anything you like.”

Oliver looks at him for a minute, engraving the edges of his face in his mind like those vintage silhouette frames he saw at a fair once. He looks down at the veins on Lou’s arm, tracing them with his finger to map those as well. With a soft sigh, he reaches for his phone and starts typing out recommended locations. The list of options expands to more than ten pages, and nothing seems to check all the boxes. Or at least, his boxes. Then he realizes he doesn’t exactly know Lou’s boxes as much as he should—granted the meals they have shared so far were set catering or very simple canteen foods. Now doesn’t seem like the time to start a 21-question game, so Oli sits back and puts his phone away, making Lou frown. “I need to learn to be more in the moment,” Oli lies, “We can park by a busy street and see which terrace catches our attention.”

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And the first Louliver Summer Week is done!

Thank you to everyone who wrote, read or shared works this week, it's been great seeing all the Louliver love!

The event may technically be over but don't worry, we'll be accepting any and all late submissions! Just tag us or use #louliversummerweek as normal to share your work.

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if he only knew

@louliversummerweek, day seven: mistaken for dating/didn't know they were dating 2,817 words // rated G // read on ao3

mistaken for being in a relationship // didn't know they were dating // idiots in love // mild misunderstandings // getting together

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He's at a coffee shop the first time it happens.

The traffic had been decidedly not on Oliver's side and he walks in nearly thirty minutes late to find the place packed with people. It's his regular coffee haunt but he's never seen it quite this busy on a Tuesday afternoon and he hovers just inside the doorway as he scans the sea of faces for Lou.

A server he recognises - Kayley, he thinks her name is - appears at the table by his left elbow, clearing it of cups and then wiping it down.

"Your boyfriend's over there," she says, nodding towards the far corner with a smile and bustling off with her tray before Oliver can even open his mouth to correct her.

In an ideal world he wouldn't have to correct her, he thinks as he heads towards the corner she'd indicated, his thoughts churning.

"I think we come in here too much," he says once he's found Lou and sat himself down.

Lou raises an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"That server, Kayley-"

He stops, suddenly realising he's about to step foot in a minefield.

Because, the thing is, he's pretty sure he's in love with Lou.

Has been since almost the moment they'd been introduced, actually.

He'd fallen hard and fallen quickly, Lou's easy charm and quirky sense of humour reeling him in like bait on a line, and he'd spent the whole time since trying to hide his feelings even as their characters had gotten closer on the show; it didn't help that they were about to dive right into season nine and an arc that would bring Buck and Tommy back together for good, thereby securing Lou as a regular on the show.

The other problem was that apparently he was a glutton for punishment because he just couldn't seem to stay away from the guy.

They'd quickly become friends during season seven and had started hanging out outside of work almost immediately, getting coffee or working out together or grabbing dinner and a movie — and on one particularly memorable day, all three — each moment spent with him only pulling Oliver further into his feelings.

Between that and shooting, they spent almost every day together and people had come to expect them as a unit; if Oliver was coming then so was Lou and vice versa, and more than one of their fellow cast members had tried to talk to him about it, clearly digging for gossip that Oliver continued to deny them, worried that once he said it out loud he'd never be able to move past it.

Not that there was a chance of that happening anytime soon.

"What did Kayley do?" Lou prompts when Oliver is quiet for just a beat too long.

"Well," he starts, slowly, psyching himself up as he goes; it seems suddenly counterintuitive to bring up something that might give him away but he's not sure there's any getting out of it now unless he lies and well, his brain is falling decidedly flat on suggestions in that department, "I was standing looking for you and she saw me and said, 'your boyfriend's over there'."

Lou's eyebrow lifts even further. "Okay? And?"

Oliver can feel himself blushing. "I don't know, it's just weird, I guess."

"Weird, right," Lou says, an expression on his face that Oliver's not quite sure how to read.

He opens his mouth to probably put his foot in it further but he's saved from himself when Lou stands up, pulling out his wallet.

"You want your usual?"

"Oh no, I can get it-"

"I'm already up," Lou says, heading off towards the counter and leaving Oliver feeling a little unsettled.

********

It happens again about a week later, this time at the movies, and Oliver thinks the universe might be laughing at him.

"There you go, sir," the cashier says, handing him their tickets with a knowing smile. "Enjoy your date."

"Oh, it's not- we're not-" Oliver starts but she's already moved on to the next customer, leaving him standing awkwardly by the counter as Lou's gaze bores into the back of his head.

He turns and hands Lou his ticket without a word, stalking off towards the concessions stand for popcorn.

He feels like he deserves it tonight.

********

The gym might be the worst one yet.

He's just finished spotting Lou on the bench when a woman approaches him, a shy smile on her face.

"Uh hi, sorry," she says, sounding adorably nervous, "I don't normally do this at the gym but uh, well, you're pretty cute, and I heard you talking about hiking with your dogs so I wondered if you might like to do that sometime? With me, I mean. And my schnauzer, Peggy. On a date."

She smiles hopefully and Oliver's heart sinks a little.

She's beautiful and immediately charming in an awkward kind of way, exactly the type of woman Oliver might be interested in if he wasn't already in love with the guy smirking at him from the bench.

"Oh, uh, that's- I'm flattered but, uh, I'm not-"

Lou snorts a laugh and the woman glances at him, her eyes going wide.

"Oh, wait, are you two-" She blushes, holding up her hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise."

"Uh no, we're not-"

"No, it's okay, I'll leave you in peace," she smiles, shaking her head. "Enjoy your workout."

She's gone in an instant and Oliver turns to look at Lou, a little bewildered.

"Why'd you turn her down?" Lou asks and Oliver almost wants to laugh.

"You know I'm not looking for anything right now," he says instead, falling back on his usual bullshit answer.

"But she has a schnauzer called Peggy," Lou says, grinning. "She sounds cute. And fun. The woman, not the dog. Although, maybe the dog too, who knows."

Oliver rolls his eyes, even Lou's adorable rambling not enough to quell his annoyance. "I think the real question is why does everyone think we're dating?" he asks, perhaps with a little more frustration than intended because Lou's smile drops and he feels immediately like a dick.

"I didn't mean-" he starts but Lou interrupts him.

"Your set," he says, getting up off the bench and heading over to refill his definitely still half full water bottle.

They finish the rest of their workout in relative silence, Lou quiet as Oliver wonders what exactly he did to deserve this particular shade of hell.

********

It's when Aisha and Kenny corner him a few weeks later that he really starts to wonder if he'd been a horrible person in a past life.

He's sitting in his chair in between takes, waiting for the crew to reset when they appear in front of him.

"So when were you going to tell us?" Aisha asks, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question.

"Tell you what?" Oliver asks, dropping his phone into his lap with a frown.

"About Lou," Kenny says, popping his gum as he crosses his arms.

Oliver looks between them, confused. "What about him?"

Aisha rolls her eyes. "About you and him. Together. Dating. Hooking up. Whatever you're doing or calling it."

Oliver's heart starts pounding in his chest as his stomach twists uncomfortably. "Who told you that?" he asks, regretting it the moment the words leave his mouth; it's not a denial — more like an admission, in fact — and Aisha and Kenny stare at him accordingly, eyes wide even as they look a little smug.

"Nobody told us," Kenny says. "They didn't need to. You two are in each other's pockets more than anyone else I've ever met."

Oliver blushes; he can't really deny that. "Okay, but we're not actually, you know. Together."

They both continue to stare at him, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"You spend almost every minute of the day together," Aisha starts, lifting a hand so she can tick off a list on her fingers. "Every minute that you're not together, you're texting-"

"That's not true," Oliver interrupts but Kenny just points at his phone.

"Who were you texting just now?"

Oliver's silence is enough of an answer.

"You're going camping together next weekend," Aisha continues, "I literally heard you finishing each other's sentences the other day and, if all of that wasn't enough, Oliver," - she smiles, warm and encouraging - "I've seen the way you look at each other, particularly when you think no one's looking, and you're telling me the two of you aren't a thing?"

Oliver swallows thickly, face burning from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "No, we're not a thing," he says, and even he can hear the undercurrent of misery in his voice, borne of constantly having to deny the thing he wants so desperately.

Aisha and Kenny share a look and then seem to sag, realisation dawning on their faces.

"Oh," Aisha murmurs as Kenny says quietly, "but you want to be?"

Oliver glances between them, hesitating. "Yeah," he says eventually, looking down at his phone so he can't see the expected sympathy in their eyes.

"Oh, Oli," Aisha says, leaning in to pull him into a hug. He lets her, clinging tight as he allows himself just a moment of self-pity.

Kenny is smirking at him when they break apart. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Gee, thanks," Oliver says, frowning, but Kenny just rolls his eyes.

"He's head over heels for you, Oli. I thought you knew that. I thought that's what-" He waves a hand vaguely between Oliver and his phone. "- this was about."

Oliver can almost hear the record scratch in his brain.

"Wait, he's… what?" he asks, hardly daring to hope he's heard correctly. "Did he tell you that?"

"What did we just say about seeing the way you look at each other?" Kenny says, fondly exasperated. "He didn't need to tell me. He might need to tell you, though," he adds, grinning. "I really thought you were dating and trying to hide it."

"So what you're saying is that you think we're both terrible actors?" Oliver asks with a grin, feeling suddenly a little giddy; if Kenny was right, if Lou really did feel the same way, then…

Well, he can hardly bear to think about it just yet.

Aisha laughs and hugs him again as Kenny pats him on the shoulder.

"Go get 'im, tiger," he says, right as the director calls them back to set. "Go get 'im once we've shot this scene, tiger."

"You're seeing him tonight, right?" Aisha asks and Oliver nods.

"Yeah, he's coming to mine for dinner and a documentary night."

Oliver is hit with two very sceptical looks.

"And you didn't know you were dating?" Aisha asks as Kenny cackles and well, Oliver supposes that's fair.

********

His nerves are shot before Lou even arrives at his front door later that evening, looking just as god damn beautiful as ever as he smiles his big scrunchy smile at both Oliver and the dogs.

The sight of Lou being so comfortable in his home does absolutely nothing for the butterflies flapping in his stomach, and despite being paid to act for a living, he barely makes it past their first drink before Lou notices that he's being weird.

Well, weirder than usual; he'd always gotten a little flustered around Lou.

"Are you okay?" Lou asks after Oliver nearly knocks over his wine glass and a bottle of soy sauce in one fell swoop. "You seem…"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence for Oliver to know exactly what he means.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just…" He sighs, putting down the wooden spoon he's using to stir his Thai green curry sauce before turning to face Lou. "Aisha and Kenny asked me earlier if we were secretly dating."

Lou opens his mouth then closes it again. "Okay," he eventually says, nothing in his voice or face to tell Oliver how he's feeling. "And I presume you told them we're not?"

"Yeah, of course, but, uh…" Oliver trails off, not exactly sure what he's trying to say.

He doesn't miss the way Lou's expression hardens.

"What, does it bother you that much when people think we're together?" he asks and Oliver's heart jumps up into his throat.

"What? No-"

"Because honestly, that's the impression that I'm getting," Lou continues, his shoulders tensing, "the impression that I've gotten every time someone has called me your boyfriend or presumed we were a couple."

"No, Lou, please, that's not-"

"If even the thought of me being your boyfriend disgusts you so much-"

Oliver snaps then, no longer able to hold back everything that had been churning through his mind since Aisha and Kenny had cornered him.

"It doesn't disgust me, okay?" he interrupts, voice loud in the quiet kitchen as his frustration bursts out of him like water from a broken dam. "And that's kind of the problem, actually, because every time someone calls you my boyfriend I have to correct them and that really fucking sucks when I would love nothing more in the world than for it to be true. And then Kenny told me that you were head over heels for me and I thought great, maybe we've just both been idiots this whole time and not seen what's right in fro-"

He doesn't get any further, his tirade interrupted by the press of lips against his own as Lou kisses him mid-word. He humphs in surprise, not able to do much more than grasp at Lou's shirt before he's pulling back with a soft, dazed smile on his face.

"Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Lou says and Oliver laughs, a bright, giddy thing that makes Lou's smile widen, scrunching his eyes in the way that had caught Oliver's attention the moment they'd first met.

"Yeah, same," Oliver mutters before diving back in for another kiss, a little less chaste than the last; Lou tastes of red wine and the olives he'd been snacking on and Oliver can't help but hum contentedly into his mouth as he twists his fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him close.

"Mind your sauce," Lou says breathlessly when they break apart a second time and Oliver curses, turning back to the stove to see the saucepan about to bubble over.

He snatches it off the heat, feeling rather like he knows how it feels.

"So uh," he says once he's confident it isn't completely ruined, "Kenny was right, then?"

He feels silly for asking but he needs to know, needs to come out of this dinner knowing exactly where he stands with the man in front of him; he's not sure he can take it if this isn't exactly what it appears to be.

"About which part?" Lou asks, smirking. "About me being head over heels for you? Or about the fact that we were kind of dating but apparently hadn't realised?"

Oliver grins, heart flipping a whole god damn gymnastic routine in his chest with happiness. "Both, I guess."

"Yeah, he was right." Lou slips a hand into Oliver's, twining their fingers together. "I suppose that's why you were being weird about people thinking we were together. Because you're head over heels for me too, right?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Oliver replies, huffing a laugh and feeling all kinds of giddy excitement.

"Just checking," Lou grins, wide and bright and beautiful as he leans in to kiss him again. Oliver allows himself to sink into it, to savour every second of a kiss he thought he'd never have, and he's just about to deepen it when a horrible thought occurs to him.

He pulls back with a groan.

"You know Kenny and Aisha are gonna be insufferable?"

Lou laughs, reaching up with his free hand to cup Oliver's face. "We don't have to tell them," he shrugs, brushing his thumb softly across his cheek, "not yet."

"Yeah, they figured us out before we even figured us out," Oliver replies, grinning bashfully. "Not sure that's gonna fly."

"Okay, well then maybe every time they try and act all smug about it we should loudly start talking about our sex life. In great, excruciating detail."

Oliver raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Hm, well I'm coming up blank on details right now, so maybe we should get some practice in? You know, make sure we have enough ammunition before we see them again."

"Oh, I like the way your brain works," Lou says, smirking right back at him with a glint in his eye that Oliver very much likes the look of. "How's your sauce doing?"

Oliver bites his lip and tilts his head, looking up at Lou through his eyelashes.

"It'll keep."

"Good," Lou replies before diving back in for a searing kiss.

It's much, much later when they finally get around to eating it.

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the feel of you

@louliversummerweek, day six: sharing clothes, daddy kink, "you didn't lock the door?!"

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porn without plot // established relationship // sharing clothes // daddy kink // anal sex // bottom oliver stark // dom/sub undertones

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come to my trailer in twenty minutes the text had said, no other context nor even a clue as to what Lou should expect when he got there.

Well, okay, perhaps not no clue exactly; Oliver had been looking at him with a certain glint in his eye all day, one that usually promised fun and at least one orgasm.

He knocks on the door to Oliver's trailer precisely twenty two minutes later, having gotten caught chatting with one of the wardrobe assistants on the way.

"Come in," Oliver calls, sounding a little breathless and Lou frowns as he opens the door.

"Babe, are you-"

He freezes when he sees Oliver sprawled on the couch, wearing a very familiar blue flightsuit.

"Oh," he breathes, pushing the door closed behind him as he stares at his boyfriend, eyes wide and mouth suddenly very dry.

Oliver smirks at him as he stands and takes a step towards him. "What do you think?" he asks, moving into Lou's space with the confidence that had always gotten Lou a little hot under the collar. "You like it?"

Lou nods, swallowing thickly. "Yeah." He looks Oliver up and down, gaze lingering on the bulge of his crotch, prominent now that he's standing, and just the thought of Oliver getting turned on from wearing Lou's - well, Tommy's - clothes is enough to make Lou moan. "Fuck, baby, it looks so good on you."

Oliver grins as he leans right in, his breath tickling the shell of Lou's ear as he whispers, "you wanna fuck me in it, daddy?"

Lou's answering groan must give Oliver all the answer he needs because he immediately dives in for a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into Lou's mouth with no hesitation. Lou sinks into him, sliding his arms around his waist and gripping the flightsuit to pull him close.

He should probably be wondering how Oliver managed to get his hands on it but right now the only thought in his mind is how fucking hot Oliver looks in it.

He reaches for the zipper as they kiss, pulling it down enough so that he can get a hand inside to rub across Oliver's nipple. He swallows a gasp from Oliver's lips before moving down to suck at the bolt of his jaw, his throat, his clavicle.

Oliver ruts against him as he slides a hand into Lou's hair, holding on tight as Lou nibbles at his pulse point, marking his skin with his teeth; he's inordinately grateful that they both have the next three days off from shooting, meaning he can leave as many marks as he likes without making extra work for the make up department.

He goes to tug the zipper down further with the hand not caressing Oliver's pec and realises that the crotch is as far as it goes, something he hadn't thought about in his pleasure-addled state.

"Baby," he says, lifting his head to meet Oliver's slightly kiss-drunk gaze. "I can't fuck you in this unless you pull it all the way down."

Oliver frowns, an adorable pout settling onto his kiss-swollen lips. "But I want to wear it."

"I know, sweetheart, but this is as far as the zipper goes." Lou jiggles it to prove his point. "You can fuck me if you like, that should work. Or I can ride you, how about that?"

Oliver's pout only intensifies. "I don't want to fuck you." He reaches to cup Lou's cock, rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans. "I want you to fuck me. I need to not think about anything for a while."

Lou's expression softens; Oliver only really got like this when he'd had a bad day and needed Lou to fuck it out of his system.

"Then you're going to have to pull it down over your ass," he replies, voice hitching with each brush of Oliver's hand along his length. "Those are your options, baby."

Oliver seems to consider for a moment before letting go of him and stepping back. "Gimme your shirt."

Lou raises an eyebrow at the apparent non-sequitur. "What?"

"Your shirt." Oliver rolls his eyes, ever the brat. "If I have to practically take the flightsuit off to have your dick in my ass then I wanna wear your shirt."

Lou steps forward without warning, grasping Oliver's chin firmly between thumb and forefinger, much like he had when they'd kissed as Buck and Tommy for the first time. "What's the magic word, baby?"

Oliver whines, face flushing a beautiful shade of pink. "Please, daddy."

"That's better," Lou replies with a soft smirk, letting go of him and reaching for the hem of his t-shirt as Oliver slips his arms out of the flightsuit. Lou passes his shirt over, cock throbbing at the way Oliver buries his face in it before pulling it over his own head.

"Happy now?" Lou asks and Oliver smirks, almost insufferably smug at once again getting his own way.

"Much better," he says, turning and looking back over his shoulder coyly as he slips his thumbs into the waistband of the flightsuit and pushes it down just enough to bare his hole while keeping his cock covered. Leaning forward, he plants his hands on the back of the couch, gaze fixed on Lou's as he spreads his legs, making room for him and enjoying the attention as always.

Lou hums in approval, palming at his own cock through his pants as he enjoys the view for a moment before unzipping them. Oliver's eyes travel to his crotch as he pushes first his jeans down and then his underwear, freeing his aching cock.

"Daddy," Oliver moans, biting his lip as Lou reaches over him and into the couch cushions for the bottle of lube he knows is stashed there.

"So impatient," Lou mutters, squeezing Oliver's ass with his free hand as he flips the bottle cap with a thumb.

"Want to feel you."

"You will, sweetheart, don't worry." Lou coats his fingers and then pushes one inside Oliver with no warning, pulling a wanton moan from his perfect pink lips. "See?" he says, smirking as he starts fingering him open. "You felt that, right?"

Oliver whines again and the sound shoots straight to Lou's dick, so painfully hard that it takes all of his willpower not to start fucking him on his cock immediately.

He allows himself another finger instead, slipping it past Oliver's rim as he wriggles, chasing more.

"Baby," Lou chastises, "keep still for me."

Oliver blushes fiercely, immediately freezing, and Lou's not sure he's ever seen anything more beautiful. "Sorry, daddy."

"It's alright, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna take good care of you, okay? Let me take care of you like you wanted."

Oliver nods, his head dropping forward with pleasure. "Yeah, okay daddy, take care of me please."

"Always, baby."

Lou slides a hand beneath Oliver's - his - t-shirt, wrapping his fingers firmly around the curve of his waist as he starts scissoring his fingers, opening him up ready to take his cock.

"You want another finger, sweet thing?" he asks after a few moments of nothing but the sound of soft gasps, the rustle of the flightsuit and the slick slide of his fingers in and out of Oliver's hole.

"No, want your cock please, daddy," Oliver replies without hesitation and well, no one could ever fault him for being indecisive.

Lou obliges him, pulling his fingers out and immediately replacing them with the head of his cock. He drizzles more lube on himself, the movement of stroking it along his length pushing his tip against Oliver's hole and making him keen with desperation.

The thing is though, Lou's not about to rush this.

It wasn't very often that he got to have Oliver like this, desperate and bratty and begging all at once; most often they played the other way round, Lou calling Oliver daddy while he fucked him quiet, and it's how he knows Oliver's day really was tough, tiring or both, knows that he needs some time in the oblivion of pleasure to recalibrate himself.

And, well, Lou was nothing if not willing to give Oliver exactly what he wants.

"Love you, baby," he says as he grips Oliver's hip through the flightsuit with his free hand, finally pushing his cock past Oliver's tight ring of muscle, moving slow and steady as Oliver grips the back of the couch hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

"Love you, too," Oliver murmurs, sounding so incredibly fond, and it's not the first time they've said it but it sends a thrill down Lou's spine nonetheless, a pleasant warmth blooming in his chest even as white hot heat builds low in his gut.

Oliver gasps and Lou grunts as he bottoms out, fingers digging into Oliver's hip through the flightsuit, pressing the fabric into his skin so he can feel it just like he wanted.

He starts moving then, rolling his hips gently for all of ten seconds before Oliver pipes up.

"Harder, daddy, please," he breathes, sounding almost as desperate as Lou's ever heard him. "Want to feel you for a week after."

Despite his initial plan to take his time, to savour everything about this, Lou's not exactly about to argue with that so he snaps his hips, hard enough to punch a cry from Oliver's lips. "How's that, baby? That what you want?"

"Yes, yeah, just like that, please-"

Lou cuts him off with another sharp thrust, enjoying the filthy moan that accompanies it when he tugs on the flightsuit, the fabric presumably pulling tight across his crotch. The thought of Oliver getting off in his flightsuit only spurs him on and he starts up a furious pace, thrusting hard and fast as Oliver whines and moans and babbles beneath him.

"Yeah, daddy, just there, fuck, I love you so much, daddy, feels so fucking good-"

Lou feels about as coherent as Oliver sounds, mind fogged with pleasure as he fucks into his boyfriend with abandon, tugging on the flightsuit with every other thrust and trying not to blow his load from the beautiful, desperate sounds he's punching from his boyfriend's lips.

He knows Oliver is close when he starts clenching around his dick so he speeds up, snapping his hips faster and faster. He can feel his own orgasm coming for him like a god damn freight train but he's determined to get Oliver there first, to get him to spill into the crotch of the flightsuit before Lou fills his ass.

"Come on, baby, want you to come for me," Lou mutters, tugging harder on the fabric of the flightsuit, "come all over my clothes so I'll think about you every time I wear them."

"Oh, fuck, daddy, yes, want you to get hard every time you put them on-"

Lou moans at the thought, loud enough that he doesn't hear the trailer door opening until it's too late.

"Hey, Oliver-"

"Fuck, daddy, yes, right there, right there-"

Lou's not sure Kenny could have picked worse timing if he'd tried.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry- fuck-"

The door shuts again barely a second later but Lou's not sure he's going to be able to look his friend in the eye for quite some time.

"Shit, babe, you didn't lock the door?" Oliver asks, laughing breathlessly even as Lou continues pounding into him, close enough to his orgasm that even being interrupted couldn't break his rhythm.

"In my defence, I was a little distracted," Lou replies, letting go of Oliver's waist to smack a hand across his ass, light enough to be teasing even as he leaves a red mark behind.

"Jesus fuck," is Oliver's only answer as Lou does it again, right at the same moment he tugs hard on the flightsuit and drives his hips deep into his boyfriend's ass, pounding against his prostate.

Oliver comes with a strangled cry, tensing around Lou's cock and pulling him over the edge with him.

Lou spills into Oliver's ass with a low moan, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as his pleasure takes him over, sparking through him from head to toe like white hot lightning. He knows he's babbling as the last drops of come drip from his cock and into Oliver's warm, wet hole but he has no idea what he's saying through the pleasure fogging his mind.

"Fuck," Oliver breathes when Lou finally stops moving, the last of his bliss fading into oblivion.

"You okay?" he asks, feeling and sounding a little dazed as he pulls out of Oliver's ass, wincing slightly.

"So okay," Oliver replies, standing up and turning around to fall into Lou's arms. "I needed that, thank you."

"No need to thank me, sweetheart." Lou takes his weight, pressing a soft kiss to his birthmark as he holds him close.

"Do you think we traumatised Kenny again?" Oliver asks after a few quiet moments. Lou just grins.

"Probably, but he should know by now to knock."

Oliver huffs a laugh, his breath tickling across Lou's flushed, overheated skin.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?"

Lou kisses him again just because he can, this time on the top of his head. "Once or twice."

They stay like that until Oliver starts shifting uncomfortably, lifting his head and grimacing at Lou.

"Flightsuit a little sticky?" Lou teases and Oliver nods, his grimace turning to a smirk as his eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Yeah, although now you can think about that every time Tommy is flying his sexy helicopter and you have to wear it."

Lou hums with approval, leaning in to capture Oliver's lips in a soft kiss.

"Can't wait, baby."

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"You didn't lock the door!?"

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pretty by queermccoy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Ferrigno Jr./Oliver Stark Characters: Oliver Stark (Actor), Lou Ferrigno Jr. Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Feminization, Friends With Benefits, Kissing, Kink Discovery Summary:

Oliver touched the pad of his thumb to the corner of Lou's mouth. He smoothed it out over his bottom lip, fingers coming together to grip his jaw. It was light, playful. Proprietary.

"You're so fucking pretty," he said absently, eyes on Lou's lips. He was going to kiss him.

written for @louliversummerweek's day five: feminization (and a little day 3, kink discovery)

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pretty in pink

@louliversummerweek, day five: feminization 2,989 words // rated E // read on ao3

porn without plot // established relationship // feminization // bikinis // rimming // anal fingering // anal sex // bottom lou ferrigno jr.

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The sun beats down on Oliver's back as he swims his morning laps of the pool, the water sparkling and splashing with every stroke.

It's not nine yet but he can already tell the day is going to be a hot one, and one on which he's particularly glad to not be working.

No, his plan for today is simply to relax by the pool with his boyfriend and their dogs, making the most of his quiet mountain neighbourhood before both of them are due back on set tomorrow among the hustle and bustle of the city.

He only distantly registers Lou's footsteps as he swims, catching a brief sight of bare, tanned skin out of the corner of his eye as Lou settles on the side of the pool, his legs in the water.

Oliver's dick twitches almost as an automatic response, knowing that his boyfriend is half naked only a couple of metres away, but he ignores it for now, determined to finish his laps without getting distracted; he'd learnt from experience that Lou could be very distracting.

It's only a few minutes later when he finishes his last lap and he turns once he hits the end, diving underwater so he can pop up right in between Lou's legs where they're naturally spread wide, almost like he's subconsciously - or maybe consciously - making room for him.

Oliver pops up out of the water, planning to throw Lou a wink and a terrible pick up line as he slides his wet hands up his warm thighs, but instead he freezes, his mouth going completely dry at the sight of his boyfriend sitting on the side of the pool in a pink bikini.

He's leaning back on his hands, a position that highlights, well, everything and Oliver really isn't sure where to look first; he knows he's gawping like a fish from the satisfied smirk playing across Lou's lips but his brain has short-circuited completely, all form of coherent thought gone out the window at the sight in front of him.

His head is between Lou's knees, giving him an excellent view of the way the frilly pink material barely covers his - from the looks of it, half hard - dick, straining against the swell of it as a pair of incredibly thin straps just about hold the whole thing in place.

But then there's also the top half, a pair of pink frilled triangles that hug Lou's pecs to perfection, another string connecting them in the middle, stretched wide to accommodate the width of him and, well, it's almost too much to bear.

Oliver had never made a secret of the fact that he loved Lou's chest.

In fact, the last time they'd spent the day by the pool, he'd ended up riding Lou's cock on the lounger, jerking off over his pecs and muttering about how good they'd look in a bikini.

Clearly Lou had been listening.

"Fuck, baby," Oliver murmurs, looking up at him with wide eyes as he steps up onto the ledge built into the side of the pool. It's just the right height to put him face to face with Lou and he reaches out to slide a wet thumb beneath the bikini top, brushing across his nipple.

"You like it?" Lou asks, voice a little breathless and Oliver huffs a laugh.

"I'd have thought that was obvious," he says, pressing forward until the wet bulge of his hardening dick is pressed against Lou's.

Oliver leans in to mouth at Lou's throat as he slips his whole hand beneath his bikini, cupping his pec as his own dick twitches.

Lou hums contentedly, sliding a hand into Oliver's damp curls as he kisses and nibbles at his skin, leaving a wet trail from his throat to his chest and then to the pec that he's not fondling. He pulls the bikini aside with his free hand and takes his nipple into his mouth, moaning when Lou's fingers tighten in his hair.

"Feels so good, sweetheart," Lou murmurs and Oliver smirks into his skin.

"You like that, hm? You like me playing with your tits?"

Lou's answering moan tells Oliver exactly how much he likes that so he carries on, pushing things a little further.

"You came out here looking so pretty for me in your bikini, baby," he says in between mouthing at his nipple. "You feel pretty?"

"Yeah," Lou mutters and Oliver glances up to see him blushing with the admission, his own cock throbbing at the sight of his beautiful, bikini-clad boyfriend.

"You look so beautiful, baby, this is such a good colour on you." Oliver pings the elastic gently against Lou's skin before squeezing one pec and flicking his tongue across the other. "And it makes your tits look fucking fantastic."

He can feel Lou's dick twitching against his own with every word and he smirks as he moves lower, stepping off the ledge and kissing a trail down from his nipple to his stomach and the soft trail of hair beneath his belly button, one hand cupping his pec all the while.

Lou's fingers are still in his hair, tightening with each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips as a litany of whines and gasps fall from him; Oliver's not sure he's ever seen Lou so gone this quickly and it really is a sight to behold, one he's not sure hell forget for as long as he lives.

It also sparks something in his mind, the beginnings of a theory that he decides to test.

"And don't even get me started on your pussy," he says, slipping a thumb beneath the frills of Lou's briefs - if a small rectangle of material and two strings could be called briefs - as he leans down to nose at his balls.

Lou lets out a choked sob of a moan and Oliver thinks, bingo.

"You wanted me to see your hole, baby? Wanted to show off your tight little pussy in your tiny little bikini?" Oliver mutters into Lou's crotch, lifting one of his legs over his shoulder so he can better get to the hole in question.

"Oh fuck, yes, yeah," Lou breathes, crying out when Oliver uses his teeth to ping the elastic against the crease of his inner thigh. "Wanted to show you, baby, please…"

Oliver lifts his head from Lou's crotch, wanting to see his face, and his breath hitches at the look of pure, desperate want in his eyes.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Oliver squeezes the pec still in his hand, rubbing a thumb across his nipple just to hear the beautiful gasp it pulls from his lips. "You want me to eat you out, babygirl? Is that why you wore a bikini that barely covers your pussy? To give me ideas, hm?"

Lou moans a curse as his eyes close and his head drops back, cheeks flaming red and his dick throbbing visibly in his tiny little bikini. His mouth opens and then closes again and Oliver smirks up at him, enamoured by the rare sight of a speechless Lou.

He won't pretend he's not also really getting off on this; Lou's reaction to being called babygirl had his breath catching in his throat and his cock leaking into his swim shorts, so hard it was almost painful, and he can't wait to get his mouth on him, to pull all sorts of sounds from him as he buries his tongue in his ass.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says, letting go of Lou's pec to lift his other leg over his shoulder. "Lay back for me then, pretty thing."

Lou obliges instantly, lying back on his towel so his ass hangs just over the edge of the pool, and Oliver is suddenly very grateful that the dogs had decided to have a lazy morning after their walk; as much as he loves them, he really doesn't want to be interrupted by an excitable ball of fluff while he's trying to fuck his boyfriend silly.

He exaggerates a moan as he spreads Lou's legs just a little wider, pulling his bikini aside with one thumb as he rubs the other across his hole. "Look at you, baby, pussy just as pink as your bikini, so wet for me."

It should feel ridiculous talking to his six foot something muscled hunk of a boyfriend like this but the fact that Lou is so obviously enjoying it pushes aside any reservations he has, allowing him to just enjoy it too.

He pushes Lou's legs back so he can get to him properly, practically folding him in half, and Lou lets out a desperate whine.

"That's it, babygirl," Oliver murmurs, spreading Lou's cheeks wide, "want to taste that sweet cunt."

Another choked sob falls from Lou's lips just as Oliver thought it would - Lou's weakness for his accent on certain words wasn't exactly a secret - and Oliver responds by leaning in to lick along the crease of his ass, slow and teasing and just how he knows Lou likes it.

Even so, Oliver's never heard him sound quite like this before, never had him so desperate, so god damn wrecked before they've even really started; it's so hot Oliver hardly knows what to do with himself, his cock achingly hard and straining against the fabric of his shorts as he tries not to rut mindlessly against the wall of the pool in response to every noise his boyfriend makes.

"Fuck-" Lou squirms beneath him, muscles tensing with anticipation as Oliver presses in close and pushes the tip of his tongue past his rim, the edge of the bikini rubbing against his cheek where he's pulling it out of the way with a thumb.

Lou bucks his hips when Oliver presses his tongue all the way in, a hand finding its way back into his curls as he whines desperately.

Oliver gives him barely a moment to get used to the feeling before he starts flicking his tongue in and out of him in earnest, sloppy and obscenely noisy as Lou loses his mind above him.

"Jesus, Oli, baby," he moans and Oliver pulls back, chin wet with saliva as he grins.

"You like having my tongue deep in your pussy, hm?"

"Yes, yeah," Lou babbles, letting go of Oliver's hair and pulling his legs tighter against his chest as if he hopes that will help Oliver get even deeper.

"You wet for me, baby girl? You soaking through your slutty little bikini?"

"Fuck yes, so wet, just for you," Lou replies, breathless and beautiful and looking at Oliver with something like awe in his gaze.

"Good," Oliver says before diving right back in, mouthing and sucking and nibbling around Lou's pretty pink hole before slipping his tongue back inside him.

He goes for as long as he can, enjoying every gasp and whine and desperate sob that he pulls from his boyfriend's lips as he opens him up with his tongue but eventually he has to come up for air and he takes the opportunity to admire the sight of Lou's spit slick hole, bikini pushed to the side and soaked with pre-come where Lou's cock is leaking.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, stepping up onto the ledge so he can see him properly, sprawled out on the ground whining and begging, his skin flushed and shining with sweat. He slips a finger beneath the fabric and past Lou's rim to replace his tongue, pulling a low whine from lips red with biting. "So fucking pretty, baby, I love this bikini on you. You like wearing it?"

"Yeah," Lou replies, sounding just as dazed as he looks.

"You feel as pretty as you look?"

Lou blushes fiercely as he nods again and Oliver grins, pushing a second finger inside him.

"Maybe we can go shopping together next time?" he asks as Lou writhes with every torturously slow curl of his fingers. "Let me pick out something for you, how about that? Something pretty that shows you off just like this one. Maybe a nice blue, hm? Or, a pattern even, could get a nice flowery one to show off those tits in, what do you think?"

Lou nods desperately, his forehead creased in a frown as he tries to concentrate on responding. "Yeah, baby, please, want you to pick something pretty for me."

"Oh I will, sweetheart, don't you worry," Oliver replies, "gonna pick something that makes you feel so good, so pretty, and then I'm gonna fuck you in it, baby girl, fuck that pussy so good you'll ache for a week."

A tear leaks from the corner of Lou's eye as he whines. "Please, baby, please, I need you," he murmurs, almost completely out of it with pleasure. "Want you inside me, fill me up, please-"

"That what you want, huh? You want my cock inside your wet cunt, baby, is that it? Want to feel me come deep inside you?"

"Yes, yes, please-"

Lou is almost sobbing at this point and Oliver might hesitate if he couldn't see the way Lou's cock twitched and throbbed with every word, if he didn't know his boyfriend almost better than he knew himself.

"Hold still then, sweetheart," he says, pulling his fingers out of Lou's hole as Lou tenses beneath him. He immediately reaches for the waistband of his swim shorts, pushing them down over his neglected cock with a low moan as he thanks whoever built the pool for putting a ledge in at exactly the right height for him to fuck his boyfriend on the side of it.

Lou spreads his legs as Oliver lines himself up, pulling the bikini aside once more and pressing the head of his aching cock against Lou's hole. He holds it there, teasing him as he takes a moment to admire the view, eyes lingering on the curve of his pecs and the swell of his cock, now poking out through the frills of his bikini.

Lou digs his fingers into his own thighs, his breath hitching as Oliver pushes into him torturously slowly.

"That's it baby, keep still for me," Oliver says, his own voice wrecked as he finally gets to feel his own pleasure. "There's my good girl."

Lou's answering moan is his filthiest yet, wanton and needy and desperate, and Oliver's breath hitches in response, unable to believe that he'd ended up with a boyfriend who just wanted so god damn much.

He gives Lou a moment to adjust once he's fully seated, taking the opportunity to calm his racing heart, just a little; he already knows he's not going to last long and if the amount of pre-come already leaking from Lou's cock is anything to go by, neither is he.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" he breathes, muscles tensing as he tries not to blow his load right off the bat.

"So good, so so good-" Lou replies, reaching for Oliver's hips and digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. Oliver plants his hands on Lou's chest in return, this time over the bikini so Lou can feel it against his skin every time he squeezes his pecs.

"You feel good too, baby, warm and so wet, just for me."

He starts moving, slow at first and then faster as he gives himself up to the feel of Lou's ass, to the sight of the hot pink bikini against his tanned and muscled skin and the feel of it as it catches with each drag of his cock. The slap of skin on skin and the splash of the water as Oliver snaps his hips are the only sounds to be heard, echoing across the yard and into the mountains beyond.

"Oh, you're tight, darling, feels so good-"

He continues babbling, a litany of nonsense falling from his lips as he fucks Lou into oblivion and takes himself along too, mouth hanging open with pleasure. He knows the moment he's hit Lou's prostate because it punches a strangled gasp from his throat, the noise sending a shiver of pleasure down Oliver's spine.

"There baby, please, right there-" Lou begs and Oliver obliges, pounding into him frantically now, his chest heaving with exertion.

He squeezes Lou's pecs, thumbing his nipples through the fabric just as he snaps his hips particularly hard and then Lou is crying out, tears leaking from his eyes as he spills over his stomach without his cock ever being touched. Oliver fucks him all the way through it, punching soft ahs from him with every snap of his hips.

"There you go, pretty thing," he murmurs, his own orgasm barrelling towards him at lightning speed. "Look at you, coming on my cock like that, baby girl, you feel so good-"

Lou clenches around him with a whine and then Oliver is coming too, cock spilling into Lou's ass as his hips stutter, white hot ecstasy skipping through every nerve in his body. He thrusts for just a moment longer before his body gives out with the pleasure and he lets himself collapse on top of Lou, the two of them breathing like they'd just run a marathon.

"Jesus Christ," Lou mutters eventually, sounding about as dazed as Oliver feels.

Oliver laughs, feeling a little giddy. "Yeah."

He eventually pushes himself up, stepping backwards off the ledge and into the water to cool his overheated skin, watching as Lou sits up.

"I hope that'll wash," he smirks, glancing at the come-stained bikini as he holds out a hand.

Lou takes it, allowing Oliver to pull him into the water. He immediately presses close against him and slides his arms around his neck, a soft, teasing smile on his face. "If it doesn't, you're buying me another one."

"Oh, I don't need an excuse," he replies, smirking as he captures Lou's lips in a heated kiss. "Anything for my baby girl."

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Written for Louliver Summerweek day five - Feminization

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When he got to Lou's place Oliver received a text just as he was parking. He was instructed to let himself in, sit on the edge of the bed, and wait for Lou.

Oliver is no longer a stranger to Lou's surprises and goofiness. But, what he hadn't expected was for Lou to come out of the adjoining bathroom in a hot pink lace get up. He had on a bustier that looked to be barely containing his chest, the same could be said for his panties. He was wearing stockings that framed his legs beautifully, going all the way down to the same colored high heels.

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kiss it better

so does anyone remember that story Lou posted about his hurt finger back after 8x11 aired? I can't find the story on his instagram anymore, but I do! We're just gonna assume that that took place on the 911 set. So I thought I'd write a little ficlet for @louliversummerweek. I'm using the prompt "What do you need? You." Hope you like it!

"So let me get this straight," Aisha is saying slowly, eyeing him with that look that tells him he's in trouble as he sits with the medic getting his finger patched up. "Some time ago, you managed to end up in the ER, got seven staples in your head, concussed-"

"-no concussion," Lou cuts in, then winces as the medic continues cleaning the wound.

She gives him a Look. Which, yeah, fair enough. "--then you're shooting a little scene with us, and manage to cut your finger open. Weren't you supposed to be wearing the gloves?"

"I was!" Lou protests, and really, he doesn't know how this stuff keeps happening.

"He also tripped, yesterday, going down the stairs at my place," Oliver supplies with a sly grin, knowing how deeply unhelpful that is. He knows exactly what he's doing and Lou will get him for it later. Maybe. Probably.

Aisha throws up her hands as Oliver snickers. Kenny pops his gum. "Man, we gotta wrap you in some bubble wrap or something."

"I really don't think that would help," Oliver says, still grinning like the little shit he is.

"No," Aisha says with a sigh. "Probably not. Gonna keep the finger, doc?"

The medic, Lou knows her name is Melanie, grins as she attaches a fresh band-aid to it. "Yeah, no amputation today. Lou, you probably know the drill, keep it clean, change the bandage often. If you see signs of infection, head to the ER. Take some ibuprofen for the pain. Got it?"

He salutes her with his undamaged hand. "Thank you."

She smiles and leaves them to it.

"I'm hungry," Kenny says. "Anyone want to come with me to grab something to eat?"

"Yeah," Aisha says, but eyes Lou with the practiced eye of a woman who knows when someone is up to something.

"I'll keep an eye on him," Oliver says, pulling another chair closer to sit next to him. "Make sure he doesn't do himself more damage."

Lou resists the urge to roll his eyes, but only just as both Kenny and Aisha clasp his shoulder and wander off.

Lou looks at Oliver, who's sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks good like this, all those tattoos in the open, since he's shooting a different scene in turnouts too. He's looking at Lou like he doesn't know whether to laugh or scold him.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Lou says dryly, because no matter what Oliver's feeling, he knows that's true.

Oliver snickers again. "Well, not that you got hurt again. How does a guy who has such great control of his body otherwise manage to be so damned accident prone?"

Lou raises an amused eyebrow. "You like the control of my body."

Oliver rolls his eyes, the grin on his mouth forming into something more like amused fondness. Lou has learned over the months that they've been doing this that Oliver has one of the most expressive faces he's ever seen. He really enjoys getting a rise out of him.

"I mean, true," Oliver concedes. "But also, I think I'm gonna go with Kenny's thought, and order bubble wrap in bulk."

Lou laughs.

Oliver shakes his head, smile even softer. "What do you need?"

Lou considers him for a moment. They stopped hiding their relationship a long time ago, but he still prefers privacy for PDA and Oliver feels the same way. Neither one of them wants to end up on Instagram without their consent.

But it's also been a long, weird, day, his hand hurts and he's tired. "You," he replies honestly.

Oliver sighs. "Come on, let's go back to my trailer. Think I've got some painkillers in there we can grab for you. I'm due back on in a half hour, but why won't we try for a catnap?"

Lou exhales a long breath. "That sounds great."

Oliver stands, grabs his uninjured hand, and pulls him up. Lou can't help himself, looks around to make sure they're alone, and places a small, sweet, kiss on Oliver's mouth.

Oliver cups a gentle hand on his face, hums a little when Lou lets him go. "What was that for?"

Lou shrugs, tries to look innocent. "I think I hurt my mouth too."

Oliver throws his head back and laughs. "Ridiculous man. Come on, there's more where that came from."

Lou grins. "I know."

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this is what an omeganist looks like Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Ferrigno Jr./Oliver Stark Characters: Oliver Stark (Actor), Lou Ferrigno Jr. Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Verbal Humiliation, Breeding Kink, Sexism, Spit Kink, Degradation Kink, Verbal Degradation, Knotting, Flirting, Friends With Benefits Summary:

Oliver hated that this was working for him.

He was an omeganist. He believed in omega rights. As an alpha, he knew it was important for him to be an ally to all of his omega siblings. Omegas weren't weak or inferior, not any more than an alpha could be, and Oliver was proud of the work he'd done to unlearn his internal biases. He curled his lip at people who didn't bother with it.

or, Oliver gives Lou exactly what he wants

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"What do you need?" "You."

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what happens in vegas

@louliversummerweek, day four: alternate universes 6,301 words // rated G // read on ao3

pov alternating // alternate universe - different first meeting // mutual pining // las vegas // drunken kissing // accidental marriage // getting together

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It's lunchtime on set when Oliver gets the call.

"Should have told you about my what?" he asks through a mouthful of salad, not quite sure if he's heard the woman correctly.

"Your wedding, sir," the eerily chipper voice on the other end of the line says. "It's procedure to let us know so we can update your visa and tax records accordingly."

"But I'm not married?"

The woman - Janine, he thinks her name is - laughs, the kind of fake customer service kind that tells him she'll only tolerate him for so much longer.

"Well, the digital copy of the marriage license in front of me says otherwise, sir."

Oliver closes his eyes then opens them again, trying to wake himself up from the dream he's clearly having because he'd like to think he'd remember getting married.

He's not even in a relationship, for crying out loud.

He says so to Janine but she only reiterates that she's looking right at the license, signed and dated.

"And what is the date on it?" he asks, hoping it's one for which he can prove he was on set, prove that there's been some kind of understanding.

"20th October," she says and Oliver's heart sinks to the floor.

Three months ago. When he was in Vegas for Kenny's birthday.

The city famous for weddings.

Shit.

He swallows thickly.

"And uh, who am I married to?"

********

"Lou, good to finally meet you," Oliver says, holding out a hand that's immediately dwarfed in Lou's.

"Same man, heard a lot about you." Lou grins and it scrunches his eyes in a way that Oliver knows he'll be thinking about for quite some time.

"All bad, obviously," Kenny chips in, gum snapping as he leads them all towards the check in line. "I thought we'd do me and Ani in one room and Oli and Lou in the other, seeing as they'll be getting nice and cosy soon anyway."

Kenny turns and wiggles his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks between Oliver and Lou.

Oliver laughs with the rest of them even as his stomach churns uncomfortably.

Buck's upcoming storyline was one that Oliver couldn't wait to tackle, had been wanting to tackle ever since the idea of Buck coming out was shut down back in season four.

The problem is, he hadn't expected to be quite so attracted to the guy he'd soon be kissing onscreen.

Lou is exactly Oliver's type, tall and classically handsome with a smile almost as broad as his shoulders and a cleft chin that Oliver immediately wants to get his lips on.

Add to that the fact that according to Kenny he was a goofball and a sweetheart to boot and Oliver thinks he might be in trouble.

********

Lou heads into the lunch area, heart racing as he looks for a familiar head of curls amongst the cast and crew.

He finds Oliver near the back wall, face in his hands as Aisha talks to the top of his head, looking concerned.

"Am I interrupting?" he says, hovering awkwardly nearby as Oliver groans, dropping his head to the table. "I, uh, I can come back…"

"No, no, you're good," Aisha says, beckoning him over as she glances hesitantly at Oliver. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to Oliver about something."

Lou sits down and Oliver finally lifts his head, a pained sort of smile on his face that immediately puts Lou on the back foot.

"Hi, sorry," he says, pulling out his phone, "I'll get out of your hair in a minute, I just needed to ask you about this."

He slides his phone over to Oliver, opened to a screenshot of his credit card statement for October. "I don't suppose you know anything about this?"

Oliver's face drains of all colour, the pained smile turning to a grimace and telling Lou that he knows exactly what the charge labelled Little White Wedding Chapel is for.

"Did one of us get married in Vegas?"

********

"Nice room," Lou says, dropping his bag on the floor by the desk and heading towards the window. "And a view of the strip, thank god. I was worried we were gonna end up looking at that god damned sphere all night."

He knows he's rambling but he's not quite sure yet where he stands with Oliver and his nerves are getting the better of him.

Lou can't decide if he loves or hates Kenny for putting him in a room with the guy he was about to be romancing onscreen.

He'd heard so much about him that he feels like he already knows him and yet this Oliver seems quieter, more reserved than the one Kenny was constantly regaling him with stories of, and he wouldn't be sure what to do with that at the best of times, let alone when they were supposed to be working together on one of the biggest storylines the show had ever done in a few weeks time.

"Yeah, s'nice," Oliver says, giving Lou a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You want the bed near the window?"

Lou shrugs, indifferent. "No preference."

Oliver just nods and puts his bag on the bed nearest the door before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

Lou sighs.

This was going to be a long weekend.

********

Oliver stares at Lou's phone, praying that the ground will open up and swallow him whole.

"Yeah," is all he says for now, not quite able to form the words yet to tell Lou the full story.

"Okay, who?" Lou asks, frowning. "Who got married?"

"Aisha, can you give us a sec?" Oliver says and she nods, if a little reluctantly.

"You know where I am if you need me."

"Thanks."

"Oliver, what's going on?" Lou asks, his frown deepening.

Oliver takes a minute to compose himself even though he knows there's really no way to do this gently.

"So, I got a call from the IRS about half an hour ago," he starts and Lou looks perplexed by the apparent non-sequitur.

"Okay…"

"They were calling to let me know that I was supposed to notify them if I got married."

"But you're not…" Lou's eyes widen as it clicks. "You got married in Vegas."

"Apparently," Oliver says, blushing hard and thinking that he must have done something really bad in a past life to warrant the ridiculous situation he's apparently now in. "I don't remember."

Lou sits back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face. "Jesus, Oli." He starts laughing, eyes still wide with disbelief. "Well, who's the lucky gal?"

********

After dinner, they head back to their rooms with plans for an early night, ready to start Kenny's birthday off with a bang in the morning.

Oliver had been quiet enough at dinner that the others had noticed, unable to shake the unsettled feeling that had come over him upon meeting Lou.

He'd claimed a headache and a bad night's sleep and tried to pull himself together, aware that he was currently, if not bad, then certainly miserable company.

It hadn't helped that Lou had been exactly himself at dinner, witty and charming and so god damn attractive that Oliver could hardly take his eyes off of him.

And then Lou comes out of the bathroom in only a pair of jersey shorts, looking like a freaking adonis as he flops onto the king size bed with a groan.

"I swear I'm getting too old for this," he says and Oliver laughs despite the turmoil churning in his mind.

"Too old for what, three beers at dinner?"

"Exactly," Lou grins, rolling over to look at Oliver where he's sat on the edge of his own bed, elbows resting on his knees as he scrolls Instagram.

"You know what Kenny and Ani have planned for us tomorrow, right?" he asks, eyebrow raised sceptically, and Lou groans again, rolling until his face is buried in the pillow.

"Yeah, I'm trying not to think about it, honestly."

Oliver huffs a laugh before heading into the bathroom himself, brushing his teeth and changing into his own sleeping shorts.

Lou is in bed when he comes back out, propped up against the pillows looking at his phone, and part of Oliver wants nothing more than to climb in beside him, to curl up against the weight of him and sleep like that forever.

"Hey, uh," Lou starts once Oliver has gotten into bed himself - his own bed, despite his desires, "you are okay with me being your new love interest, right?"

The question catches Oliver off guard and he fumbles for an answer for a moment, unable to get the words out.

"Yeah, of course I am," he says eventually but Lou raises a sceptical eyebrow.

"Right, it's just I couldn't help but notice the way you tense up every time Kenny or Ani mentions it. And this is the most you've spoken to me all day."

Oliver looks away, a flush of guilt running through him.

"Sorry," he says, hoping Lou knows that he really does mean it. "I really am excited about Tommy coming back and finally getting bi Buck. I just…"

He trails off, unsure quite how to articulate how he's feeling without admitting that he's been acting like a dick because he has a crush.

"You just what?" Lou asks, voice level and more patient than Oliver probably would be in the same situation.

"I guess… I guess it just feels real, now that I've met you, you know?" he says, and it's not entirely untrue. "If that even makes sense."

Lou smiles at him, warm and understanding. "It makes sense."

They share a long look before Lou breaks it, switching off his bedside lamp and and sliding down under the sheets.

"Better get some beauty sleep before our Friday fun day," he says, grinning at Oliver before rolling over. "G'night."

Oliver lets his gaze linger a moment on the curve of his shoulder, on the back of his head and his soft, messy curls, wondering how he's going to get through the weekend without doing something incredibly stupid.

"Night."

********

Oliver huffs a laugh right back at him, rubbing a hand across his face before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

He taps a few times in silence before sliding the phone across the table and Lou thinks that can't be good, not if he can't even say it aloud.

He can't pretend he's feeling entirely normal about the whole situation as it is, not when he'd been harbouring a mammoth crush on Oliver almost since the moment he'd met him. It's ridiculous, he knows, to feel jealous about a marriage that Oliver had apparently only found out about half an hour ago, but his rationality had apparently gone on holiday and taken his sense with it.

"Wow, that bad, huh?" he says, immediately regretting it when Oliver winces.

"Just… read it, please."

He sounds almost as serious as Lou's ever heard him and so he takes the phone, picking it up and frowning at the digital copy of a wedding certificate on the screen.

A wedding certificate with his own name on, neatly pencilled next to Oliver's.

********

"Please tell me this is nearly over," Lou mutters to Oliver as they follow Kenny to the next supposedly amazing venue on his list of must see bars. "I'm so full of liquid I think I might burst if you poke me."

Oliver goes to poke him, a tipsy grin on his face as Lou slaps his hand away.

"You guys are so boring!" Anirudh shouts back at them, skipping down the street behind Kenny, a pair of comedically large shades on his face and a yard long margarita in his hand. "And old!"

"Kenny's the oldest! That's why we're here!" Lou retorts as Oliver mutters something about only being three years older than Anirudh.

"Well, it's only six thirty!" Kenny calls, popping his gum as he turns to grin at them. "We got all night to go yet!"

Oliver groans when they get to the next place, flopping into a booth next to Lou as the others head for the bar. "I can't remember the last time I was this drunk."

"Me neither," Lou replies, leaning his head back against the seat. "It's been fun, though."

Oliver laughs, raising his eyebrow in a way that definitely doesn't make Lou a little hot under the collar.

"I don't believe you."

"Not the drinking, I mean," Lou replies, rolling his eyes and then regretting it when it makes him feel nauseous.

"What then?" Oliver asks, throwing his arms up. "Drinking is literally the only thing we've been doing all day."

"Not the only thing," Lou says, turning to look at Oliver and his beautiful, pink flushed cheeks. "We've been talking. That's been fun."

Though the quality of the conversation had certainly devolved as the day wore on, the two of them had spent most of the time stuck to each other's side, talking about anything and everything; it had done absolutely nothing for the raging crush that Lou could feel brewing almost like a tangible thing beneath his skin.

He watches as Oliver opens his mouth and then closes it again.

"Yeah," he says, eventually, an unreadable expression on his face. "It has."

"Especially considering I thought you didn't like me yesterday," Lou adds, grinning wide as Oliver frowns.

"Why did you think that?" he asks as he leans closer, close enough that Lou can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"You barely spoke to me and you were weird about the fact that we're gonna have to kiss."

Oliver gapes at him, doing a passable impression of a fish. "I wasn't weird about it," he says, sounding offended.

"You were!" Lou says, sitting up and pointing at him. "You were weird about it and like, you don't need to be. I'm a great kisser."

"Prove it," Oliver says, and now it's Lou's turn to gape open-mouthed.

"What?

********

Oliver watches Lou's face, clocks the moment he sees his own name on the certificate in front of him.

"Oliver," he murmurs, shaking his head. "What the fuck? Is this real?"

"You think I'd lie about something like this?" Oliver retorts, frowning.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't think that at all," Lou replies, instantly apologetic. "I just… did we really get married?"

One of the lightning technicians on the next table gives them a look at the word married and Oliver starts panicking about the news getting out before they've even had a chance to talk about it.

"Can we go to my trailer? We need to talk, privately."

A flash of something unreadable crosses Lou's face but he nods, getting up and following Oliver to where the trailers are parked.

"Did we really get married?" Lou asks again once the door is closed behind them.

"Yeah," Oliver replies, collapsing onto his couch. "I called the chapel and they confirmed it. Witnessed by a couple we pulled off the street."

He tries to keep his voice level even as his heart races and his thoughts spin; he can't quite tell how Lou is feeling based on his reaction and it makes his stomach twist with nausea even though, feasibly, the only possible solution to all of this is an annulment.

Even though, if he's being truly, completely honest with himself, Oliver doesn't really want an annulment.

"How did neither of us remember this?" Lou asks after a moment's quiet, sitting down next to Oliver and running a hand through his hair.

Oliver shrugs. "I watched the start of the video, we were really fucking wasted."

Lou freezes next to him.

"There's video?"

********

Kenny and Anirudh appear just at that moment with drinks and Oliver doesn't get the chance to say it again.

A very small part of his brain tries to tell him that it's for the best, that he really shouldn't be trying to kiss his soon to be co-star but the problem is, he really really wants to and that's enough of a reason for drunk Oliver.

He's spent almost all day wondering what Lou's lips might taste like, what his stubble might feel like catching against his own as they kiss, hot and hard and heavy, and well, Oliver isn't one to give up quite so easily.

No, he's going to bide his time until it's just the two of them again, because he also saw the flash of want in Lou's eyes when he'd told him to prove it, suspects that the reason they'd gotten off to an awkward start was because they were both so attracted to each other that they couldn't think straight.

Ha, straight.

Oliver vows to himself that there's no way he's ending the night without learning the taste of Lou's mouth.

If the radioactive looking cocktail Kenny has bought him is anything to go by, it'll taste blue.

********

There's video, Lou thinks, trying not to let on how much he wants to see it.

It's probably a stupid idea, will only hurt when he watches himself reading the wedding vows part of him wishes he could say to Oliver for real, but he can't shake the idea, can't envision annulling their accidental marriage without at least watching the moment it happened.

He's trying to think of how to ask Oliver if he can see it when Oliver beats him to it.

"Do you want to watch it?" he asks tentatively, face carefully blank as he looks anywhere but at Lou.

"Do you? All of it, I mean," Lou replies, just as tentatively; he won't pretend it hadn't hurt a little to see Oliver so despondent about their accidental marriage, as if being married to Lou was the worst thing in the world, and it feels like it might at least mean something if Oliver wants to watch it too before they get an annulment.

Oliver pulls out his phone in lieu of an answer, tapping through to his emails.

********

Lou is still reeling from Oliver's prove it when they leave that bar, the vibrantly blue cocktail he'd practically downed doing absolutely nothing to help steady him as they follow the others down the strip, bumping into each other as often as they don't.

"I think we lost Kenny and Ani," Oliver says after a while and Lou realises belatedly that he's right.

"Shit," he mutters, turning round just in case they'd accidentally doubled back on themselves; at this point he wouldn't put it past them to have somehow managed it, their sense of direction having disappeared with their sobriety.

"That's okay," Oliver replies, a wide grin on his face. "We don't need them to have fun."

Lou raises an eyebrow, or at least tries to. "What were you thinking?"

"I think I saw a drag bar back that way," he says, looking awfully pleased with himself as he gestures vaguely back towards the way they'd come.

Lou shrugs. "Alright," he agrees and Oliver immediately grabs his hand and starts leading him back along the strip. Lou lets him, savouring the feel of his hand, warm and soft in his own.

They're soon on a rainbow dancefloor, sweaty and grinning as the most stunning looking drag queen Lou has ever seen sings them through a slew of 80s and 90s classics.

They're both another garishly bright cocktail in before Lou leans in to Oliver's ear and says, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

Lou takes a deep breath; now or fucking never. "When you told me to prove I was a good kisser."

Oliver pulls back enough for Lou to see his face, to see the hope making a home on his pink flushed cheeks as he nods.

"Yeah," he shouts over the music, and Lou doesn't waste another second before capturing Oliver's lips with his own.

********

Oliver has done some stupid things in his time, but this? Watching the video of his drunken, impromptu marriage to the man he's been harbouring feelings for for months?

Yeah, this was completely idiotic.

He's really not sure what he's expecting to achieve by watching it but the fact that Lou also wants to see it gives him a faint - and probably delusional - sense of hope as he pulls up the video and presses play.

********

Oliver had been exactly right when he'd thought that Lou's mouth would taste blue.

He sinks into him immediately, slipping his tongue past the seam of Lou's lips with absolutely no regard for the fact that they're in the middle of a dancefloor in a packed bar.

He feels rather than hears Lou hum into his mouth and that only spurs him on, pressing himself against Lou until they're flush from head to toe, so close that they might as well be one person.

They only break apart to breathe and Oliver is gratified to see that Lou's face is flushed and his eyes are wide, his chest heaving just as much as Oliver's is.

"You were right," Oliver grins, shouting over the music. "You are a good kisser."

"Told you!" Lou replies, looking adorably smug.

"You wanna get out of here?" Oliver asks, this time leaning right into Lou's ear, close enough to feel the shiver his words send through him.

Lou nods. "Yes, yeah."

They stumble out onto the street, both sweatier and drunker than when they'd gone in, and start heading in the direction Oliver thinks their hotel is in.

The strip is busy and Oliver reaches for Lou's hand, ostensibly so they don't get separated but really because he just wants to touch him.

They're probably halfway back to their hotel when someone wearing a wedding dress offers them a flyer for ten percent off a walk in ceremony.

Oliver reads it then passes it to Lou. "Imagine if we got married," he says for reasons that he can't quite parse in his current state of inebriation, and Lou's eyes widen.

"That would be crazy," he says, nodding.

********

Oliver presses play and Lou holds his breath almost without realising when he sees himself standing at the top of an aisle with an Elvis impersonator.

He's wearing a borrowed black tuxedo jacket over his Henley, a boutonniere hastily pinned to his lapel. He looks out of it, wavering on his feet and so beyond hammered that the current him can't believe that anywhere would even let him get married in that state.

The worst thing is that now he's looking at it, some of the memories are coming back, brief hints and flashes of sugary kisses and warm hands, and he can feel his face flushing hot at the recollection.

He feels Oliver tense beside him when the traditional wedding march starts and he appears onscreen, also wearing a borrowed suit jacket.

The Lou on the screen turns to Oliver and the look in his eyes is almost as sickeningly fond as it is ridiculous; they'd known each other for barely twenty four hours at that point and here he was, looking like he'd dreamed of marrying Oliver for years.

It's a relief to see that Oliver looks to be in much the same state, both swaying on his feet and gazing at Lou like he's hung the moon, so at least they can be mortified together.

"I can't believe they let us get married," Oliver murmurs, echoing Lou's thoughts when the Vegas Oliver nearly falls flat on his face walking up the aisle.

********

Lou's not exactly sure how they got from the street to here but he's not going to complain, not when Oliver is walking towards him with the brightest grin on his face.

The two women they'd pulled in with them to be witnesses sit cheering in the otherwise empty chapel, loud above the music and the Elvis impersonating officiant. Lou almost wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation until Oliver is suddenly in front of him, looking like the most beautiful thing Lou has ever seen.

"Hi," he says, and Lou grins right back at him.

"Hey."

The ceremony passes in a blur, both of them saying what they're supposed to when they're supposed to and then suddenly they're married and Elvis is saying, "you may kiss the groom."

Lou doesn't need telling twice and the women whoop and cheer some more as he captures Oliver's lips with his own, rather less chaste than is perhaps acceptable for a chapel.

"Hey, husband," he says when they break apart for air and Oliver's answering grin is so bright Lou almost wishes he was wearing his sunglasses.

********

Oliver hears Lou call him husband, sees his own smile in response and drops the phone, getting up from the couch and heading out the door as fast as he can without actually running.

He only makes it around the back of his trailer before he's leaning against it for support, his knees week and his stomach churning.

It's just that now he's seeing it, now that he's watching the wedding video he'd apparently paid five hundred dollars for, he remembers some of it, flashes here and there of kissing on a dancefloor and the objectively terrible Elvis impersonator that officiated the ceremony.

He remembers the taste of Lou's lips even beneath all the alcohol, remembers the feel of his hands as he twined their fingers together and walked them back to their hotel room as impromptu husbands.

He gets barely a moment to catch his breath before Lou is beside him, hands firm on his shoulders as he pulls him up.

"Hey, it's okay," Lou says, voice soft and gentle, like Oliver is a flighty horse trying to bolt and, well, he's not far off. "It's okay, Oli."

Oliver can't even begin to hide the despair in his voice when he replies. "How is it okay?" he says, leaning his weight against the trailer so Lou doesn't have to hold him, so he doesn't have to feel Lou's hands on him.

Lou doesn't let go.

"Because all we need to do is get an annulment," he says, eyes searching Oliver's face. "We get an annulment and we don't even need to tell anyone. It's nobody's business but ours."

It hurts to hear Lou being so blase about it, like he's desperate to get the annulment and pretend none of it ever happened, and the hurt spurs Oliver's mouth to running before he can stop it.

"What if I don't want to?"

********

They stumble back to the hotel, giddy and grinning, stopping every few feet to make out like horny teenagers.

Once in their room, Oliver pushes the door closed and then presses Lou against it, kissing him like his life depends on it. He still tastes of that god damn blue abomination of a cocktail and Oliver is almost certain that his own tongue is dyed blue at this point just from kissing him.

Lou slides his hands beneath Oliver's t-shirt, hands warm on his already flushed skin. He lets Lou push away from the door and walk him back to the nearest bed, lips locked in a searing kiss all the while.

It's only when Lou pushes him down onto the bed and climbs on top of him that Oliver thinks that perhaps this isn't the best idea.

"Wait," he says, and Lou does, looking at him with a quizzical eyebrow.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just… maybe we should stop."

"You wanna stop?" Lou asks, sounding suddenly worried, and Oliver's heart warms at his concern.

"No, I don't want to, but maybe we should." He takes a moment, trying to organise his alcohol-muddled brain into something resembling coherent thought. "I mean, at least until we're not hammered." He smiles up at Lou, reaching up to brush a sweaty lock of hair from his forehead. "I wanna remember our first time."

He's sure he'd cringe at that if he wasn't so drunk he can hardly think but as it is it makes Lou smile and that's the only thing in the world he cares about right now.

"Okay," Lou nods, leaning down for one last kiss before he rolls off of him.

Oliver hums contentedly as Lou snuggles into his side instead, body warm and comforting beside him.

Barely thirty seconds later they're both asleep.

********

"You don't want an annulment?" Lou asks, not completely sure he's heard correctly because that's…

Yeah, that's kinda crazy.

Oliver seems to realise what he's said when Lou repeats his words back to him, shrinking in on himself as he shakes his head. "No, sorry, that's stupid. Ignore me."

"I'm not going to ignore you," Lou says, rolling his eyes fondly. "I'm going to talk at you until you tell me what's really going on."

Oliver huffs a laugh even as he scrubs a hand across his eyes, clearly trying to discretely brush away a tear.

"It's fine."

"It's absolutely not fine," Lou counters, heart in his throat as he works up the courage to ask his next question. "Why don't you want an annulment?"

He's sure there's all kinds of answers Oliver could give him but his mind is fixating on only one option, on the almost infinitesimally minuscule possibility that maybe Oliver wants this too.

It feels ridiculous to even think it and yet once the idea is there, Lou can't let it go. It would certainly explain Oliver's behaviour since he'd found out; perhaps he'd been freaking out because he'd accidentally ended up married to someone he'd been hiding feelings for.

Lou knows exactly how that feels.

"I remember," Oliver says eventually, his voice barely audible above the hustle and bustle of a working set as he steadfastly avoids Lou's gaze.

It's not often that Lou is speechless, but there are times when even he doesn't know what to say except, "oh."

"Not all of it," Oliver continues. "Just, bits, here and there. Uh, kisses, and some of the ceremony, but… well, enough to know…" He sucks in a breath, finally meeting Lou's eyes. "To know that I liked it."

********

Lou wakes to someone banging on the door and he winces at the accompanying thud of pain in his head, pulling the sheets up over himself as if that might make both the pain and the person go away.

He's not sure he's ever been this hungover in his life which, well that tracks; he'd never been that drunk before, and he's already regretting it immensely.

He hears Oliver groan from the opposite bed and then get up, shuffling towards the door with a gravelly, "yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

The door opens and Lou hears Anirudh let out a low whistle.

"Damn, Oli, what happened to you?" he says, voice overly chipper for someone who'd also been drinking like a fish yesterday.

Oliver just grunts in response and Lou hears a whump as he collapses back onto the bed.

Lou sticks his head out from under the sheets, wincing at the light streaming in from behind the curtains. His mouth feels like fuzzy sandpaper and he just about manages a "mornin'" as Anirudh smirks at him.

"Afternoon, actually," he says, flashing them his phone as if Lou can see the time from there with eyes still bleary with alcohol. "Where the hell did you guys go last night?"

Lou tries to think and even in his freshly woken, hungover state he recognises that there's a big, blank gap of nothing in his memory.

"I… don't know?" he says, once again having to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth before speaking. "I remember… the bar with the green booths? And the Blue Lagoons?"

"Right after that is where we lost you, on the way to the rooftop tiki place," Anirudh says, helping himself to a water from their minibar.

Oliver lifts his head from the bed, squinting as he turns to look at Anirudh. "Not a fucking clue," he says, voice hoarse in a way that Lou doesn't find at all distracting. "Is Kenny mad we ditched him on his birthday?"

"You can ask him when he's awake but," Anirudh shrugs, "I doubt he'll even remember."

Lou grimaces. "I hope none of us did anything stupid."

********

Lou is quiet for long enough that Oliver starts to panic, wondering whether he's just made a huge mistake, and right before they were due to shoot their big storyline together.

"Shit, sorry-" he starts but Lou stops his mouth with a kiss, unexpected and gentle and enough to short circuit Oliver's brain completely.

"I liked it too," he says when he breaks it, looking at Oliver nervously, hopefully, as he waits for his reaction.

Oliver's not exactly sure how to convey exactly what he's feeling with words so instead he grasps Lou's face and pulls him in for another kiss, tasting his lips as memories of Vegas kisses come back to him all in a rush.

"Fuck," he mutters when they break for air and Lou chuckles, sounding amused but also a little dazed.

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

Both of them are quiet for a moment, simply taking each other in now that everything seemed to finally be out in the open.

"So, uh," Oliver eventually says, "now what?"

********

Oliver feels slightly more human after a shower and even better when Kenny appears at their door with a waiter and a whole trolley of food behind him.

"Thought we could use some fuel," he says, holding the door open for the guy as he grins at them all from beneath his sunglasses.

"Kenny, have I ever told you that I love you," Lou groans, sitting up in bed as the smell of breakfast - well, lunch at this point - permeates the room.

"I'm sure you have but feel free to repeat it." Kenny grins, tipping the waiter then joining them around the trolley.

"So I hear we ditched you," Oliver says once they're all settled and tucking in to their food.

"Don't ask me," Kenny replies, shaking his head and then wincing as the movement presumably agitates his hangover. "I don't remember anything past that place with the green booths and the Blue Lagoons."

"Yeah, us neither," Oliver says, frowning. "What the hell did they put in those things?"

"That's why I don't drink cocktails," Anirudh says, chuckling to himself. "Lethal in the wrong hands."

"Tasty, though," Lou adds, grinning. "And we're all in one piece, so it can't have been that bad, right?"

********

Lou smiles, slipping his hand into Oliver's. "I mean, I guess we need to decide whether-"

He's interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, calling everyone back to set after lunch.

"Okay well first, we need to go and shoot the rest of the rescue," Lou says, chest blooming with warmth when Oliver laughs. "And then, I guess we need to decide whether we get an annulment."

A flicker of something unreadable crosses Oliver's face. "Is it… is it ridiculous if we don't?"

"Probably," Lou shrugs. "We've only known each other for four months and we weren't even a thing when we accidentally got married but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been crushing on you embarrassingly hard the whole time I've known you."

Oliver blushes, looking away shyly. "Uh, yeah. Same. It's uh, it's why I was a bit of a dick to you that first night in Vegas."

Lou raises an eyebrow, unable to help a delighted grin. "Oh?"

"I fancied you like hell," Oliver admits, cheeks an unfairly attractive shade of pink, "and was worried about having to work with you on a romantic storyline when I couldn't stop thinking about kissing you in real life."

"Okay," Lou grins, feeling so inordinately fond that he might burst with it, "so we're both idiots, got it."

Oliver's eyes widen as something apparently occurs to him. "Uh, did we, um… consummate the marriage?"

"Oh," Lou replies, blushing hard as he tries to think back to that night. "I don't think so? I mean, I vaguely remember falling asleep next to you but we definitely woke up fully clothed in our own beds so…"

"Good," Oliver replies with a smirk, suddenly back to the cocky, flirty version of himself that Lou adores, "I didn't want to not have a first time to look forward to."

Lou wiggles his eyebrows and Oliver laughs as he leans in to kiss him again. Lou sinks into it, pressing him against the trailer until he hears a voice calling his name from round the corner.

"Has anyone seen Lou? Or Oliver?" the runner calls, not quite frantic yet but certainly on the way to it as she hurries past.

"We better go," he says, reluctantly pulling away from Oliver, disentangling their fingers.

"Okay."

Lou hesitates for just a moment before asking, "what are you doing after work?"

Oliver tries and fails to hide a smile. "Nothing, why?"

"You wanna grab dinner?" Lou says, grinning again when he realises the date. "It is our four month wedding anniversary after all."

"Oh god," Oliver groans, letting his head fall back against the trailer with a thunk, "we're fucking idiots."

Lou kisses him one last time, unable to help himself. "Yeah, we are." He forces himself to step away again. "See you later?"

Oliver nods, looking adorably happy. "Yeah."

"Sorry," Lou says when he rushes back onto set, letting the make up team fuss over him before getting into position in the helicopter.

Oliver follows shortly behind him, climbing into the back with a grin tugging at the corner of the lips that Lou had finally gotten to taste.

"Everything alright boys?" Aisha asks, eyebrow raised as she looks between them, and Lou can't help but grin, feeling all kinds of giddy.

"Everything is great."

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isn’t it always love Pairing: Lou Ferrigno Jr/Oliver Stark Rating: G Words: 500

Lou checks his watch and adjusts his headband as he carefully steps around a rock, sky stretching clear and blue above him. A little ways ahead, Jade and Bear are sticking close to Oliver's side as they follow the path. Lou and Oliver take their dogs for a walk.

written for @louliversummerweek day 3 ‘dogs’!

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a man's best friend

@louliversummerweek, day three: dogs/dog park 2,071 words // rated G // read on ao3

fluff // dog walk // first kiss

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"Jade! Shit, Jade, here!"

Oliver jogs to catch up as his suddenly very excitable dog starts pulling on her extendable leash, the lock having unclicked itself yet again and reminding him that he really needed to get a new one.

She's halfway up the hill and jumping up at a hiker when he finally catches up with her, Bear following him eagerly like he thinks they're playing a game.

"Jade, here!" he says again, but she just looks at him as he walks over, her head tilted in confusion. "I'm so sorry," he says to the man, "I don't know what got into her."

"Probably excited to see a familiar face," the man says, turning towards Oliver with a big, scrunchy grin as he pets Jade behind the ears, much to her delight.

"Lou," Oliver says, surprised, though that's not exactly the reason his heart skips a beat in his chest.

"How you doing?" Lou asks, crouching down as Bear hurries over to join him too, jealous of the attention. "What it's been, like, six months since Kenny's party?"

Five months, three weeks and four days, is what Oliver thinks, the memory of the last time he'd seen Lou one that he often replayed in his mind.

"About that, yeah," is what he says, smiling as he tries desperately not to stare at the chest hair just curling out of the top of Lou's tank. "You uh, you out hiking?"

Lou nods, his smile widening as Jade nuzzles her head into his hand. "Yeah, just stretching the legs after a long day of sitting around on set."

"S.W.A.T, right?"

"Yeah, just finishing up on season six."

"Nice. Look forward to seeing it."

Lou turns his attention from Jade to Oliver, tilting his head as he looks up at him. "Didn't know you watched it."

"Yeah, well, I auditioned for Street back when it started so I'm kinda invested."

It's not a lie, but it's also not the real reason he'd watched the show.

No, the real reason was crouching right in front of him, petting his dogs.

Lou raises an eyebrow, surprised. "I didn't know that."

"Would've been fun but if it had worked out I wouldn't have gotten 9-1-1, so…"

A smile pulls at Lou's lips, soft and a little knowing. "For what it's worth, I prefer Buck to Street," he says, turning his attention back to Jade when she pointedly nudges his hand, miffed that he's stopped paying her attention.

Oliver's not quite sure what to say to that, his heart somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.

"Do you… do you wanna join us? On our walk, I mean," he eventually says, feeling silly for being so nervous about it.

It's just he'd been harbouring a crush on Lou ever since he'd come in to shoot season two.

They'd had no scenes together but Lou had instantly become good friends with Kenny, thereby becoming part of their extended social circle, invited to anything and everything.

Everyone liked him and Oliver was no exception; he'd been drawn to him almost immediately, the combination of classic good looks, goofball charm and wacky sense of humour meaning he'd never really stood a chance.

He'd spent the years since pining after him at every opportunity, every birthday party or summer BBQ they'd both been invited to, following him around like a lovesick teenager even as he could never quite get up the courage to ask him out, embarrassed to be that smitten as a grown man.

Something about Lou just knocked all the wind out of Oliver's usual cockiness and left him floundering, tripping over his words at even the simplest of questions. It's a feeling he's not used to but he can't pretend there's not a certain excitement about it, about liking someone so much that he turns into a bumbling idiot whenever he's around him.

"That'd be nice," Lou replies, pulling Oliver from his thoughts as he stands up, disentangling Bear and Jade with ease. "You want me to take one?"

"Sure." Oliver hands him Jade's leash, making sure to click the lock back into place. Jade seems thrilled to be with Lou and Oliver is both a little hurt that she'd ditch him so easily for someone she'd met just a handful of times and a little thrilled that Lou seems to love his dogs just as much as he does.

"So," Lou says, flashing him a grin as they start walking, "whatcha been up to?"

Oliver thinks this is the first time they've been properly alone but the conversation flows easily, his heart racing in his chest from more than just the exertion as Lou remembers things he'd mentioned off-hand at Kenny's party, asks about his family and about the show, and all the while seeming like he really cares.

Before Oliver knows it they're at the top of the canyon, both of them a little sweaty and breathing heavily from the hike.

He doesn't want to go straight back down and he's trying to come up with a reason to ask Lou to stay when Lou beats him to it.

"You wanna sit for a bit?" he asks, his cheeks flushed pink in a way that's unfairly attractive, and Oliver nods, grinning.

"Sure," he says, "give the dogs a break before we go back down."

Lou laughs, leaning forward on his thighs as he catches his breath. "Yeah, the dogs."

They find a secluded spot to rest, the two of them flopping down onto the grass. The dogs follow, Jade draping herself across Lou's lap much to Lou's apparent delight. Bear sits between them, clearly hedging his bets for who's going to give him more attention and Oliver chuckles, scratching him behind the ears.

"Hm, this is the life." Lou throws Oliver a quick glance that he's not exactly sure how to interpret. "Sitting with the dogs, looking out across the city as the sun goes down."

"Wow," Oliver says, clutching his chest in mock offence. "Good to know the dogs get higher billing than me."

"I mean…" Lou grins, shrugging as he goes back to fussing over Jade. "You've seen them, right? They're cute as hell."

"So, uh," Oliver replies after a moment's hesitation, aiming for nonchalant and almost certainly failing, "you don't have anyone else you'd rather be watching the sunset with?"

It's not exactly subtle, and Lou turns to look at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

"No," he says after a long moment, "not right now."

Oliver nods, not sure what to say to that even though he's the one that asked.

"Do you?" Lou says, and this time there's no mistaking the flicker of hope in his gaze.

"No," Oliver manages, his mouth suddenly as dry as the freaking Sahara. "Not right now."

Lou smiles, almost to himself as he nods, turning back to the dog in his lap.

They fall into a comfortable silence then, gazes flitting between the dogs and the sunset but also each other; more than once Oliver glances at Lou to see Lou already looking back at him and it tugs at something warm and pleasant in his chest even as he can't quite figure out how to take the next step, how to push it from this into something more now that he's fairly sure Lou wants it too.

He watches the sun set as he thinks, absent-mindedly petting Bear where he lays in between them, a physical representation of the barrier that Oliver can't quite seem to cross.

It happens to be a particularly beautiful evening for a sunset and if Oliver thought Lou was gorgeous before that's nothing to how he looks now, bathed in a glow of rust and burnt orange as the last of the sun's rays caress the line of his jaw, dip into the cleft of his chin and curl into his still slightly sweat damp hair.

Eventually the sun dips below the horizon and Oliver turns to Lou, allowing himself a moment to admire his profile before speaking.

"Suppose we should get back before it gets too dark," he says reluctantly, and Lou turns to him with a smile.

"Yeah, not sure the producers on either of our shows will thank us for spraining an ankle hiking in the dark," he says, shifting Jade off his legs so he can get to his feet.

He brushes himself off and then stretches, giving Oliver a tantalising glimpse of his stomach when his tank lifts with the movement.

Between being flustered at the sight of the dark trail of hair beneath Lou's belly button, Bear getting under his feet and the sudden pain that stabs through his right foot when he puts his weight on it, he manages to trip forward towards Lou, accidentally throwing himself into his arms.

Lou catches him with ease because of course he does, eyebrows knit with concern as he holds Oliver up. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, cramp," Oliver manages, trying not to show how affected he is by the feel of Lou's extremely large, warm hands on his shoulders, by the the soft tickle of Lou's breath across his chin and the way their chests are pressed close enough that he's sure Lou can feel his heart pounding in his chest. "And Bear trying to trip me up."

Lou slides a hand from Oliver's shoulder up to his jaw and Oliver's breath hitches as Lou's thumb brushes his cheek.

"Can't say I'm mad about it," he says with a fond smile before leaning in, capturing Oliver's lips in a gentle kiss.

It takes Oliver a moment to respond, surprised as he is by the feel of Lou's lips suddenly on his own.

He'd spent more time than he'd like to admit over the years wondering what it might feel like to kiss Lou and it's almost too much to finally know the answer, to no longer have to imagine it because his dog had tripped him right into Lou's arms.

He finally gets with the program, sliding his arms around Lou's waist as he pulls him in even closer, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, just a little.

Lou responds in kind and though it's still chaste by most people's standards, Oliver feels like his whole world has just been blown open.

He doesn't want it to ever end but eventually Lou breaks the kiss, looking at Oliver with something akin to awe in his gaze.

"Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for years," he says and Oliver can't help but chuckle with relief and also disbelief, pulling Lou right back in for another kiss as the dogs yap at their feet, annoyed that they're no longer the centre of attention.

"Me too," he murmurs into Lou's mouth, earning himself a contented hum from the man in his arms.

Another few minutes later and they break apart again, the pair of them grinning giddily as they look at each other.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Lou asks, his voice breathless in a way that sends Oliver's thoughts spinning.

"Uh," he replies eloquently, struggling to think through the fog of I just kissed Lou in his mind.

Lou just laughs, brushing his thumb along Oliver's jaw. "You wanna get dinner?"

Oliver nods, not trusting himself to speak.

"Great," Lou says, grinning. "Pick you up at seven? If we make it down the hill in one piece, that is," he adds, tilting his head playfully as Oliver smiles at him in a daze.

"Sounds good," he replies, not quite able to believe an ordinary dog walk had turned into a sunset kiss and the promise of a date.

Lou picks up Jade's leash with one hand and, after a moment's hesitation, holds out the other for Oliver to take.

Oliver blushes as he slips his free hand into Lou's, twining their fingers together for the walk back down. It's been a while since he'd held anyone's hand and he makes the most of it, brushing his thumb across Lou's just because he can.

Before they get going, Lou leans in for another quick kiss, grinning into it so much it's more smile than kiss.

"Can't believe I have your dogs to thank for finally getting to kiss you," he says and Oliver laughs, something warm blooming in his chest as they make their way back to the city together.