Let Me Show You How Much I Missed you.
Pairing: Harry Styles/Niall Horan
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Harry missed Niall... A lot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Completely fake (probably).
Author Notes: I wrote this ages ago but I hated it so I changed the fandom and fixe it up a bit. I like it more now. Yay!
Niall sat at the bar with three of the other four members of One Direction, who were all celebrating their first successful Australian tour. He watched as Harry made his way across the bar towards them, the way Harry's hips swayed made Niall think about all the other things those hips could do, which caused Niall’s pants to shift a little. Did I forget to mention he's gay? Well, he is and Harry Styles is hot, how could Niall not have a crush. Niall watched Harry's lips speak his name over and over again, those lips that would look so good going down on his...
“NIALL?!” Harry yelled. “How many times do I have to say your name for you to acknowledge my presence?” Niall looked from his frowning mouth to his eyes.
“Sorry, I didn't hear you.” He looked down at the glass in his hand… filled with soda. Niall never was a big drinker, despite being Irish.
Harry scoffed, “Bullshit.”
“I was looking at something.”
“Boy caught your eye?” Louis teased.
“Maybe...”
“Which one?” Eyes widening, Niall pointed to a random guy in the club.
“That’s Ian Keaggy. He's in Hot Chelle Rae. Want me to go talk to him for you? He's a massive slut.” Louis grins.
Niall looked to Louis, “How the hell do you know?!”
“...Weeeeeeeell...”
“Well what?!” Liam laughed.
“In high school I was a little bi-curious. He was happy to help me... he begged me like a drug addict that needed his fix.” Niall’s eyes went wide and Liam started choking on the vodka he had just inhaled.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Zayn laughed.
“Interesting,” Harry said, “You still curious?”
“Nah, sorry mate. I'm all for the women.” Louis laughed.
“Damn!” Harry chuckled a little along with him, but was a little disappointed that he had said no. He wanted sex and wanted it right that second. The thing was… he didn’t want it from a girl, he hadn't wanted it from a girl for over two years. He just slept with girls to keep up his image. To cover up his disappointment of the letdown, he tipped the rest of his whiskey into his mouth and bought another.
After a few hours everyone was pretty pissed. Harry came swaying over to Niall, a cheeky smirk on his face that, if used properly, could make even the straightest guy weak at the knees.
“Hey Nialler, can I talk to you?” Harry asked, biting his lip.
“Sure.” Niall replied, and Harry pulled him off the bar stool, over to a quieter part of the pub.
“So… hey, Niall.”
“Hey Hazza.” Niall laughed.
“You know what Louis was saying earlier about being bi-curious...”
“Yeah?” Niall said, looking at Harry, questioning where the conversation is going then taking a sip of his drink.
“Well... Do you wanna help me out?” Harry asked then moved forward to lightly grind against Niall, who in turn, sprayed the cola he had just taken a sip of all over Harry and himself. Harry seemed to not even notice it.
“What?!”
“I need someone to help me out.” Harry said, moving his mouth to Niall’s ear and nibbling on it softly.
“You’re drunk, Hazza.” Niall said, turning to walk away.
Harry pulled Niall back against his body, “And you are fucking sexy.”
“Harry...”
“Please?” Harry began to trail his finger down Niall’s chest, “There's whipped cream and stuff at my house...”
“Harry, you need to stop before- Whipped cream? Wha-” Niall cut himself off to make a loud moan as Harry ground their hips together slowly and seductively.
“Please? I missed you while we were on tour, we barely got time to hang out Nialler. Let me show you how much I missed you.” Harry basically was begging for Niall to fuck him.
“Harry, stop it. Oh god.”
“You like that?” Harry asked, thrusting against Niall again.
“Harry, please stop.” Niall pleaded, the little problem in his pants getting a little too hard to handle. He was about to push Harry away when Harry shoved his hand into Niall's pants and grabbed a hold of his dick. “Oh fuck.” He moaned, throwing his head back.
“Tell me to stop now and I will.” Harry said but Niall couldn't find the willpower to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Harry was jerking Niall off in a pub and Niall couldn’t even form the words to make him stop. Without much warning at all, Niall released his load into his pants and all over Harry's hand.
“Fuck you!” He said, when it started to show through his pants. He looked at Harry, ready to tell him off, but instead he saw Harry lick his hand clean. He couldn't even believe his eyes. “Oh god.”
“Please come home with me, or I'll have to do some more convincing.” Harry said smirking.
“What do you mean?” Niall asked.
Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. “You’ll see.”
“What are you doing?” Harry pushed Niall into a stall and locked the door. When he turned back around Niall saw a look of pure lust in them, Harry dropped to his knees and pulled Niall’s pants down. “Oh, Harry sto- Oh.” Niall moaned and threw his head back against the weak wooden barrier between their stall and the next as Harry took him in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue over the head. The heat that surrounded Niall’s dick was threatening to push all common sense out of Niall’s head, he was losing his self-control. Why should he resist? Harry is sexy, Harry is very sexy, Harry is- Niall's best friend!
“Harry, oh motherfuckingholyshit! Harry, stop!”
Harry removed his mouth and pouted up at Niall, “Not until you're inside me. Filling me up so perfectly, making me moan in pleasure and pain. I want you to fuck me so hard against this wall that I will feel it for the next week.” Harry said and pushed Niall against the wall, crushing their mouths together.
“Harry, you're straight. You’ll regret this.”
Harry stopped and looks Niall straight in the eyes, “No, I'm not.”
“Yes you are.”
“Niall, would I be doing this if I was straight?”
“No, but you're drunk.”
“Just fuck me already.” Harry said, unbuckling his pants and pulled them down around his ankles, then started grinding his bare ass against Niall's erection. Niall's wall was rapidly falling down.
“I don't have any protection or lube...”
“I don't care. I need you now.”
“The guy's will be wondering where we are.” Niall was trying to find every excuse he could use, all useless.
“Who cares.”
Niall sighed, “Fine.”
“Really?” Harry asked, excitedly.
“Yes, whatever.” Niall said, if Harry wanted it this bad, he couldn’t say no... could he?
“Well,” Harry said and brought Niall's hand to his face. He took three fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them, with slow and sloppy movements, his tongue swirling around them before releasing Niall’s hand. “Go on then.”
Niall trailed his fingers down Harry’s back to the puckered skin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Just fucking get on with it!” Harry replied. Niall slowly pushed one finger in, letting Harry get used to the intrusion. “Move!” Harry ordered, Niall did as he was told and pushed his finger all the way in then out again, he repeated that before adding another finger. Niall began to move his fingers around, curling and twisting them, trying to loosen Harry up. One particular curl of his fingers hits Harry right in the prostate and he moaned loudly.
“I'm ready! Please fuck me.” Niall nods, eyes wide as he spat on his hand and slicked up his erection before lining up with Harry's entrance. “Please baby, I need you inside me!” Harry said begging desperately for his best friend to fuck him. Niall slowly pushed in side Harry, stopping when he is half way in, letting Harry get used to it. The younger boys body is tense and he's breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, just move.” Niall frowned before pushing in all the way. He let out a moan, but Harry was still tense.
“It'll get better, baby. It’ll be okay.” Niall said then slowly pulled out and then pushed back in at a different angle, hitting Harry’s prostate. Harry loosened up completely and moaned loudly, bracing himself against a wall. As Niall kept thrusting at the same angle, hitting his sweet spot over and over, Harry couldn't help thinking how fucking glad he was he did this.
“Oh my god, Niall. Oh my god!” Harry’s hands kept trying to grip something, but finding nothing he reached down to grip his dick, feeling the precome smear over the head. He started a pattern that matched the thrusts of the man behind him. Niall's hand snaked around Harry's body and pushed his hand away, grabbing a hold of his dick taking over, Harry didn’t think he could hold on much longer like that. Niall's hands, calloused from the years of guitar, were tough yet gentle on Harry's skin and it was too hard to bear. Harry came all over the bathroom wall and Niall's hand. As he felt Harry tighten around him, Niall came too, riding out his orgasm, the bathroom filled with moans from both parties.
As they both slump against the wall, coming down from their highs, Niall slowly pulls out of Harry.
“Oh my god.” Harry moaned. “That was so fucking amazing.” He turned around and kissed Niall’s lips roughly, Niall kissed back, before pulling up his pants and walking out of the stall to wash Harry's cum off his hand. Harry pulled his pants on then hugged Niall from behind, head resting on his shoulder.
“Will you come to my house now?” Harry asked.
“Yeah.” Niall said and walked out of the bathroom to say goodbye to the boys.
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Harry missed Niall... A lot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Completely fake (probably).
Author Notes: I wrote this ages ago but I hated it so I changed the fandom and fixe it up a bit. I like it more now. Yay!
Niall sat at the bar with three of the other four members of One Direction, who were all celebrating their first successful Australian tour. He watched as Harry made his way across the bar towards them, the way Harry's hips swayed made Niall think about all the other things those hips could do, which caused Niall’s pants to shift a little. Did I forget to mention he's gay? Well, he is and Harry Styles is hot, how could Niall not have a crush. Niall watched Harry's lips speak his name over and over again, those lips that would look so good going down on his...
“NIALL?!” Harry yelled. “How many times do I have to say your name for you to acknowledge my presence?” Niall looked from his frowning mouth to his eyes.
“Sorry, I didn't hear you.” He looked down at the glass in his hand… filled with soda. Niall never was a big drinker, despite being Irish.
Harry scoffed, “Bullshit.”
“I was looking at something.”
“Boy caught your eye?” Louis teased.
“Maybe...”
“Which one?” Eyes widening, Niall pointed to a random guy in the club.
“That’s Ian Keaggy. He's in Hot Chelle Rae. Want me to go talk to him for you? He's a massive slut.” Louis grins.
Niall looked to Louis, “How the hell do you know?!”
“...Weeeeeeeell...”
“Well what?!” Liam laughed.
“In high school I was a little bi-curious. He was happy to help me... he begged me like a drug addict that needed his fix.” Niall’s eyes went wide and Liam started choking on the vodka he had just inhaled.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Zayn laughed.
“Interesting,” Harry said, “You still curious?”
“Nah, sorry mate. I'm all for the women.” Louis laughed.
“Damn!” Harry chuckled a little along with him, but was a little disappointed that he had said no. He wanted sex and wanted it right that second. The thing was… he didn’t want it from a girl, he hadn't wanted it from a girl for over two years. He just slept with girls to keep up his image. To cover up his disappointment of the letdown, he tipped the rest of his whiskey into his mouth and bought another.
After a few hours everyone was pretty pissed. Harry came swaying over to Niall, a cheeky smirk on his face that, if used properly, could make even the straightest guy weak at the knees.
“Hey Nialler, can I talk to you?” Harry asked, biting his lip.
“Sure.” Niall replied, and Harry pulled him off the bar stool, over to a quieter part of the pub.
“So… hey, Niall.”
“Hey Hazza.” Niall laughed.
“You know what Louis was saying earlier about being bi-curious...”
“Yeah?” Niall said, looking at Harry, questioning where the conversation is going then taking a sip of his drink.
“Well... Do you wanna help me out?” Harry asked then moved forward to lightly grind against Niall, who in turn, sprayed the cola he had just taken a sip of all over Harry and himself. Harry seemed to not even notice it.
“What?!”
“I need someone to help me out.” Harry said, moving his mouth to Niall’s ear and nibbling on it softly.
“You’re drunk, Hazza.” Niall said, turning to walk away.
Harry pulled Niall back against his body, “And you are fucking sexy.”
“Harry...”
“Please?” Harry began to trail his finger down Niall’s chest, “There's whipped cream and stuff at my house...”
“Harry, you need to stop before- Whipped cream? Wha-” Niall cut himself off to make a loud moan as Harry ground their hips together slowly and seductively.
“Please? I missed you while we were on tour, we barely got time to hang out Nialler. Let me show you how much I missed you.” Harry basically was begging for Niall to fuck him.
“Harry, stop it. Oh god.”
“You like that?” Harry asked, thrusting against Niall again.
“Harry, please stop.” Niall pleaded, the little problem in his pants getting a little too hard to handle. He was about to push Harry away when Harry shoved his hand into Niall's pants and grabbed a hold of his dick. “Oh fuck.” He moaned, throwing his head back.
“Tell me to stop now and I will.” Harry said but Niall couldn't find the willpower to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Harry was jerking Niall off in a pub and Niall couldn’t even form the words to make him stop. Without much warning at all, Niall released his load into his pants and all over Harry's hand.
“Fuck you!” He said, when it started to show through his pants. He looked at Harry, ready to tell him off, but instead he saw Harry lick his hand clean. He couldn't even believe his eyes. “Oh god.”
“Please come home with me, or I'll have to do some more convincing.” Harry said smirking.
“What do you mean?” Niall asked.
Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. “You’ll see.”
“What are you doing?” Harry pushed Niall into a stall and locked the door. When he turned back around Niall saw a look of pure lust in them, Harry dropped to his knees and pulled Niall’s pants down. “Oh, Harry sto- Oh.” Niall moaned and threw his head back against the weak wooden barrier between their stall and the next as Harry took him in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue over the head. The heat that surrounded Niall’s dick was threatening to push all common sense out of Niall’s head, he was losing his self-control. Why should he resist? Harry is sexy, Harry is very sexy, Harry is- Niall's best friend!
“Harry, oh motherfuckingholyshit! Harry, stop!”
Harry removed his mouth and pouted up at Niall, “Not until you're inside me. Filling me up so perfectly, making me moan in pleasure and pain. I want you to fuck me so hard against this wall that I will feel it for the next week.” Harry said and pushed Niall against the wall, crushing their mouths together.
“Harry, you're straight. You’ll regret this.”
Harry stopped and looks Niall straight in the eyes, “No, I'm not.”
“Yes you are.”
“Niall, would I be doing this if I was straight?”
“No, but you're drunk.”
“Just fuck me already.” Harry said, unbuckling his pants and pulled them down around his ankles, then started grinding his bare ass against Niall's erection. Niall's wall was rapidly falling down.
“I don't have any protection or lube...”
“I don't care. I need you now.”
“The guy's will be wondering where we are.” Niall was trying to find every excuse he could use, all useless.
“Who cares.”
Niall sighed, “Fine.”
“Really?” Harry asked, excitedly.
“Yes, whatever.” Niall said, if Harry wanted it this bad, he couldn’t say no... could he?
“Well,” Harry said and brought Niall's hand to his face. He took three fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them, with slow and sloppy movements, his tongue swirling around them before releasing Niall’s hand. “Go on then.”
Niall trailed his fingers down Harry’s back to the puckered skin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Just fucking get on with it!” Harry replied. Niall slowly pushed one finger in, letting Harry get used to the intrusion. “Move!” Harry ordered, Niall did as he was told and pushed his finger all the way in then out again, he repeated that before adding another finger. Niall began to move his fingers around, curling and twisting them, trying to loosen Harry up. One particular curl of his fingers hits Harry right in the prostate and he moaned loudly.
“I'm ready! Please fuck me.” Niall nods, eyes wide as he spat on his hand and slicked up his erection before lining up with Harry's entrance. “Please baby, I need you inside me!” Harry said begging desperately for his best friend to fuck him. Niall slowly pushed in side Harry, stopping when he is half way in, letting Harry get used to it. The younger boys body is tense and he's breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, just move.” Niall frowned before pushing in all the way. He let out a moan, but Harry was still tense.
“It'll get better, baby. It’ll be okay.” Niall said then slowly pulled out and then pushed back in at a different angle, hitting Harry’s prostate. Harry loosened up completely and moaned loudly, bracing himself against a wall. As Niall kept thrusting at the same angle, hitting his sweet spot over and over, Harry couldn't help thinking how fucking glad he was he did this.
“Oh my god, Niall. Oh my god!” Harry’s hands kept trying to grip something, but finding nothing he reached down to grip his dick, feeling the precome smear over the head. He started a pattern that matched the thrusts of the man behind him. Niall's hand snaked around Harry's body and pushed his hand away, grabbing a hold of his dick taking over, Harry didn’t think he could hold on much longer like that. Niall's hands, calloused from the years of guitar, were tough yet gentle on Harry's skin and it was too hard to bear. Harry came all over the bathroom wall and Niall's hand. As he felt Harry tighten around him, Niall came too, riding out his orgasm, the bathroom filled with moans from both parties.
As they both slump against the wall, coming down from their highs, Niall slowly pulls out of Harry.
“Oh my god.” Harry moaned. “That was so fucking amazing.” He turned around and kissed Niall’s lips roughly, Niall kissed back, before pulling up his pants and walking out of the stall to wash Harry's cum off his hand. Harry pulled his pants on then hugged Niall from behind, head resting on his shoulder.
“Will you come to my house now?” Harry asked.
“Yeah.” Niall said and walked out of the bathroom to say goodbye to the boys.