He looks at me with his smile. Oh his smile I could stare at it forever.
"How did you sleep?" He asks, genuinely interested I think.
"Not too bad, a little tired today though." I joke. I'd do that every night for him.
"Wanna sneak upstairs" he asks staring at me with bright blue eyes. Oh my god this is it. He's gonna fuck me! I nod convincingly and he makes his way to his bedroom. I tell Harry I'm heading to my room to take a shower, he barely takes notice.
"Take your clothes off." His voice is stern but playful. His mouth is open, showing his crystal white teeth. A few beads of sweat drip from his temple and make their way down his cheek. Jesus. I vow to taste them later. I just want to lick his body from head to toe and back again. Taking in his scent of lynx ice and angst.
I stand here naked in front of him. My chest is smooth. With a treasure trail from my navel to my groin. My member is semi hard just at the thought of what's about to happen. I stare at him cautiously, wondering what's going to happen. Is this it? He's going to fuck me finally?
His eyes are on mine the whole time, not even blinking. He stands and takes of his shirt, discarding it on the floor. Next his pants, socks and boxers. Which have monkeys on them. So cute. We stare anxiously at one another. My heart is racing! Can he hear it? He smiles at me and walks towards me. I take a step forward repeating his actions. Eyes locked to his. His blue ferocious eyes filled with innocence but today. Lust. He wants me. He takes his index finger and touches my chest. I flinch at the cold touch of his skin to mine. Heart pounding. My subconscious is passed out, and in some sort of coma with the excitement. His fingers follows the lines on my chest, tracing the marks of my abs. He stares at me still. Fuck. It's so hot. He stands another step closer, his nose touching mine. He moves his lips to my ear and whispers.
"Nobody can know about this. About what we are doing. Or going to do. Ever. Do you understand"
I nod nervously just wanting him to touch me again. His hand runs down my cheek and I'm panting. He stares at me as his head leans in. He kisses me. Smoothly. His tongue being cautious his eyes are still looking at me. Should I stare back? Keep them open? What's the normal practice? I opt for open. And I'm glad I did. His mouth is wet with spit, and his tongue invades my mouth, and I'm in heaven. His arms reach up and grab my hair, fisting through it as he gets more into the kiss. Closed. His eyes. My hands are on the side of his face and I kiss his neck. Biting my way down to his chest and then back to his jaw. I grab his Ireland and take his 7" in my hand. Sliding it up and down up and down. He lets out a gasp and he leans his head away from me. It's a full on hand job now and I bend on my knees about to put my lips over it.
"NO!" He demands. I jump. Staring at him with my dark brown eyes. Desperation on my face. Please please please. I send him mental messages. He lifts me up. And sits me on the bed. His eyes have gone dark. And without warning he swallows my dick. Everything. His right hand massages my balls and his tongue is a secret haven. He painfully sucks my member using a tad too much teeth but I don't care. His eyes are focused on the job at hand. So to speak. My hips thrust to his actions and my hands force his head down further. He takes me. My 8". How can this feel so incredible. He licks up the shaft and down the other side, sucking on the balls at intervals. His hand is on my chest stroking me gently like a pet. It makes my libido fasten. His head bobs up and down. Down and up. Sideways. Swirling the head in his mouth.
"Uh uh Niall please, please I'm close"
He takes no notice and continues his sucking. My hands are grabbing his hair trying to pull him up before my sensational release. But it's too late.
"Fuuuuuck niaallllll"
Shot after shot of hot liquid oozes into his mouth and he stares at me. He climbs up the bed so hes facing me. Lying directly on top of me his body weight pushes me into the mattress. Our dicks touching. Our lips touching. I can taste the saltiness from my own body and its not so great but I don't care. He's smiling at me. That's a good sign right?
"I need to shower, so you should probably go.." He explains. His eyes are cold
Fuck. Please let me stay.
"I could join you if you want?"
"Nah, just go ill see you later when we're getting ready for the club!" He seems excited again.
I make my way back to my room, and switch on the tv.
Later that night, all 5 of us, are heading to a place called liquids in soho. London. Our limo arrives about 11 with a fully stocked bar. I opt for beer, as do the other lads. Except Louis. He's drinking red wine. Eugh.
At the club the music is blasting and we head to the VIP room. We meet a few friends and famous people as we make our way to the booth. Niall looks amazing tonight. Black skinny chinos, white shirt with only 3 buttons done and his boxers with chickens on them. Haha he makes me laugh.
It's 3am and I'm fucking wasted. Zayne and I are on the dance floor busting some serious moves and then I see it. My heart crumbles. Painfully. Am I dying or is this what heartache feels like. In the corner I see him. Ireland. Kissing someone. A girl. Who isit? I storm over there and stand in front of them staring. Niall flinches when he sees its me.
"Uhmm Li this is my friend ...uhm what's your name again?" He pleads to the girl, she doesn't look amused and walks off.
"Fucking hell Liam what are you doing?! It's nothing to do with you what I do!"
"Niall I know but I just thought.." And before I could finish he shoves me and walks away.
Harry appears at my side.
" You like him don't you?" he whispers
Im too drunk to care and i nod. A tear starting to make its journey down my face. Harry embraces me in a tight hug. Maybe too tight. I have bones Harry! -__-. He caresses my hair and tells me to shh. Is he crying? Why the fuck is he crying? I'm the one who just saw the love of my life mouth raping some chick. But he looks sad. And our roles have changed. I'm comforting him now. His head rests on my shoulder and I decide we should go home. Great Niall took the limo. I hail a cab and 40 minutes later we are home. I'm really fucking drunk. When did this happen I ask myself. Harry has to steady me up to my room and he takes my clothes off, leaving my boxers on of course. He does the same and jumps into bed with me.
I daze at him confused by his actions. But he turns away from me and says "goodnight." He backs up so we are spooning. Like a yin and yang. I place my arm under his head and the other one draped across his torso.
"Goodnight" I whisper.
Thanks for reading chapter 2 guys. And remember to support nifty.org and give a donation if you can :) again. I know nothing about the boys orientation or anything like that. This story is fictional and made by me with some inspiration from a few other direction stories on nifty. Thanks :) graeme! Oh and another thing! Please send me some feedback! I love it. Makes my day!