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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Sub_Niall, Bottom_Niall, Top_Louis, Dom_Louis, Dubious_Consent, Anal_Sex,
      Angst, Masturbation, Underage_Sex, Smut, Pining, handjob, Pornography, No
      Homo
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      Published: 2014-02-14 Updated: 2015-08-12 Chapters: 4/5 Words: 10380
****** How Nouis Happens ******
by IWantToLearnToWrite
Summary
     (Formerly Owning a Fourth of a Whole)
     Everyone thought Louis hated Niall but it is actually quite the
     opposite.
     or how Louis started pinning over Niall and convinced him to try
     being with another boy; specifically Louis.
Notes
     Warning: this will contain boyxboy relationships and mature content.
     its in the warnings so if you dont like it then dont read. this is
     also my first time writing so it may suck. i just want to try my hand
     it writing and im completely winging this
     Disclaimer: All rights belong to their respective owners. I don't own
     anything but the plot and the original characters.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Louis in Nouis - Part 1 *****
It wasn’t a big secret to the world that, among the members of One Direction,
Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan had the worst relationship. Louis swears he
doesn’t hate the guy. It’s just that on a particular chapter of his life,
annoyance after annoyance arises and Niall just happens to be at the wrong end
of his anger.
Niall didn’t even do anything. He was sweet and caring, as he always was but it
pissed off Louis how clingy Niall is toward him; always laughing at his jokes;
always following what he says; always there when he is needed. Now that Louis
thinks of it, he is perfect and there really is no reason to treat him badly.
Louis huffs in agitation at what he did not more than 10 minutes ago. He told
Niall to sod off when all the boy wanted was to show him something he
purchased. Rather than having fun with the bubbly blonde, he’s alone in his
room; on his bed and staring at the ceiling. The band was currently sharing an
apartment complex as their album gets processed so they were bound to bump into
each other.
How is suppose to face the Irishman now? What is he even suppose to say to the
boy? How did it even get to this point? Louis rubs his temple at the last
question.
Louis didn’t know how but he knows when. It started a several weeks ago when
his closest mate, Harry, had presented several signs of not being straight. It
was probably the support for the LGBT community and the not so subtle talk
about being bisexual. Being a good friend he is and closet homosexual himself,
he confronted Harry about it.
After the astonishingly good talk, they realized really they had a lot in
common and got even closer. But not in the way most people would expect a
homosexual and a bisexual to get closer. They both agreed that, although they
took a liking to men, their relationship was purely brotherly. Contrary to
popular belief, gay people aren’t attracted to every guy they see.
They could be together but it would be weird. They didn’t see each other like
that and they were both tops when it came to sex. Not to mention the alpha
personalities they had would really drive a wedge in a romantic relationship.
They were merely brothers that took comfort in each other seeing as they were
in the same boat. Too bad the management didn’t see it that way.
It was the time when the Larry Stylinson controversy erupted. Harry and Louis
got increasingly attached since they confide in each other. There were barely
any bounds between them but the blooming friendship the two boys had was
interpreted as a striving romance by the fans.
Having two gay members in a band that was suppose to attract girls was bad
business and bad business wasn’t something the management wanted. They already
had an idea about Harry’s gender orientation and they plan to discuss it with
both boys.
It was in an early morning meeting that Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson was
called. They were seated in front of the management’s top officers. There was 5
of them, all in miraculously cut suits and adorned with unforgiving
scrutinizing eyes. Harry tried to make light conversation to ease the tension
but the old ones had other plans.
“People are starting to think you’re a couple.” the gentleman in the middle
spoke, direct to the assemblies intention.
“We can’t have people thinking any of you are gay. We know about Harry’s
bisexuality and we want it to stop.” another ordered.
“You can’t just tell him not be who he is.” Louis interjected.
“Listen lad, we know you’re a good kid but you have to understand that maybe
Harry here fancies you. We can’t have him turning you...” The first man trailed
off.
“Turn me what? Turn me gay?” Louis said harshly. By this point he was fuming.
How dare they assume that Harry likes him that way just because he likes dudes?
How dare they assume he is a good person just because they think he’s straight?
How dare they assume that he could turn gay? He didn’t turn gay, he was born as
one. And Harry was born that way too. God forbid that they act otherwise just
because some fossilised bigot businessman doesn’t want to lose a few bucks.
“For your information, just because he could like blokes doesn’t mean he wants
to shag them all. And you can’t turn people into someone they’re not. You
should actually be proud that he’s bisexual!” Louis attests. “At least he can
be attracted to women, unlike me. I’m a full on cock sucker and there’s nothing
you can do about it.”
They were all surprised by Louis’ outburst. Even Harry who was previously
squirming in fear was now just looking at his friend with his mouth agape.
Harry concluded that if being a man is based on having big balls then Louis
must be the manliest man in the room because, damn, that took a lot of courage.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m gay but don’t automatically assume that I’m sleeping
with him. I’m sure he’s great in bed but he’s just not my type. No offence,
Harry.” Louis casually says to his band mate and then faces the managers again.
He’s brimming with confidence. He’s got the truth out and all they’re doing is
looking stunned and stupid; save for one.
Out of the five executives, there was only one woman and throughout the entire
meeting she only shows one expression; boredom. Louis has this eldritch pain in
his chest. This one is not like the rest, she knows more.
“There is nothing sexual or romantic between the two of you?” she questions.
Both boys nod in the affirmative.
“You are gay” she asks Louis but as if stating. The boy nods again.
“You are bisexual?” she does the same with Harry who responded by the same head
gesture.
The woman takes a deep breath. All is silent. Louis guess was correct on her
being different. It is evident because the other officials dare not interfere
with her interrogation. She has something planned.
“Well then, it seems that you are quite adamant on not changing and, as you
said, there is nothing we can do about it.
We will hold a press conference tonight and there you shall reveal that you are
not in a relationship although you are both not heterosexual.” Louis and Harry
had grins on their faces. They could not have been happier. “This announcement
will be followed by the news that One Direction is no more.”
The joy they once felt was turned into dismay but of equal degree. It was now
Harry who defended “You can’t just do that. The fans won’t accept it.”
“Accept it or not, we will retire your band forcibly. With a little media
manipulation, the people will soon forget about you.” She counters.
“We’re getting more popular each day. I’m sure some other recording company
will hire us”
“They can’t hire you if you are still under us. The 5 of you have signed a
contract that has a non-compete clause. We may no longer fund your singing
careers but the agreement will prevent you from joining other record labels. By
the time the contract has expired, no one will take you because you will have
become has-beens.”
“What about the others? Niall, Liam, Zayn. They didn’t do anything wrong.”
Harry voiced out.
“We have no use for them anymore. They will be sent home and Niall will be
deported since he no longer has a purpose here. I know it sounds bad but, as
Louis has stated matter-of-factly there is nothing we can do.” Her voice is
calm and her eyes are void.
“Bitch.” Louis curses her. “I know you’re just scaring us but I also know those
threats aren’t empty if it means you’ll lose money when we come out. Why don’t
we stop this game of intimidation and talk settlement like real businessmen?”
“Louis.” Harry whispers. He knew his friend was witty but this is just a
different level of smart. He was reading the woman like the woman was reading
them, analytically challenging each other.
“You have always been quite brash Mr. Tomlinson. All we want is for you to stay
away from each other a little more than usual, lessen the closeness you have
until the rumour mill stops. And maybe date a girl, we could provide one if you
wish.”
Harry was about to protest but Louis shushes him with a “It’s alright Haz. I
can do it, no big deal.” and continues with the negotiations. “I’ll do it but
Harry gets to go on with his lifestyle. You can’t prevent him from being who he
is.”
“As long as he doesn’t come out, we have a deal” She adds.
“Deal.” was all Louis replies with.
When Louis looks back at the decision, he doesn’t regret it. He gained a new
friend named Eleanor who, although was paid to be with him, was there to listen
and understand him. Harry was also doing well. He got to go to a bar that
supported homosexuals and wore a ‘Love is Equal’ shirt. Management couldn’t do
anything about it because of the agreement.
A fortnight after the meeting, Louis felt extremely depressed. The only person
who could understand him was taken away and the relationship he’s in is
contrived. Niall was there though. He must have sensed Louis distress so he
constantly keeps him company.
It was enjoyable for Louis. They hanged out and played pranks. The younger one
adored and respected him. Louis felt like a hero. They were starting to get
really close until that day happened.
Niall walked in on Louis while he was pleasuring himself. Typically, the boys
won’t care of they saw the other jacking off. It happened in more than one
occasion. The problem was that Louis was watching porn, gay porn.
They were staying in a hotel and Louis thought the other boys left. So he did
what any hormonal teenager would do, he masturbated. He opened his laptop and
clicked on a bookmarked video. He particularly liked it because the pornstars
were around his age. The top looked like him(it was easier to imagine the guy
as himself) and the bottom boy was undeniably hot.
He always did this thing where he would watch the entire video. People usually
don’t do that and just skip to the sex scene but he liked to pretend he was
really having sex with someone. It’s been a long while since he had a decent
shag. It would be too risky to sleep with males so he doesn’t.
Even on the rare occasions that he does find a guy, he just doesn’t cut it.
There are compatibility issues. Louis likes to fuck rough and he has a
dominator kink. Those kinds of needs aren’t easily met.
Louis sits on the centre of his bed with his legs spread, the device between
them. He watches as the top man remove his shirt and proceed to take of his
pants before sitting down on a sturdy wooden table – must be one of those
kitchen pornography episodes. The bottom looks at him like he is the greatest
gift to humanity.
Louis wants a boy like that. Always willing to adore and serve him. He emulates
the action and removes his clothes. The bronze majesty of his skin is presented
leaving him a tad chilly. He focuses and the video while slowly palming
himself. The bottom was giving his top a blowjob, sucking all the glory it has
to offer. The expertise could be seen in the boy’s ability to deep throat
ceaselessly.
The top stands and the bottom remains kneeling on the floor. The top caresses
his partner’s hair while coaxing him to suck again. When the bottom complies,
the dominant male shoves his entire length in and out rapidly.
Louis spits on his and then pumps around his shaft. He desperately wants a
blowjob right now. And he wants it from someone like the pornstar because the
boy just takes it, willing to please.
The actors stop and switch positions. The bottom bends down on the furniture
and the other boy genuflects behind him. He spreads the boys butt cheeks then
eats his hole out. The boy repays the service by letting out long sultry moans.
Louis stops his hand and watches. He pictures having a boy beautiful hole
clenching around his tongue. His mouth excessively waters and he raises a
finger to bite on. This sexual longing is killing him.
It was now time for the main event. The top stands up and situates his penis on
his partners rim. He smacks it twice, probably to signal him that he is about
to enter, making sinful noises.
The penetrator and the penetrated meet in a slow yet intense movement. Louis
squeezes his dick at the sight of the penis disappearing into another person.
The performers start slow and Louis follows, moving his hand along with the
show.
The speed increases and the bottom starts moaning louder in pleasure. Louis
imagines having someone to slam into like that, giving into his wishes and
allowing him to be as fervid as he wants.
His hand is doing fast motions. Eyes closed, he lies on the bed. The video is
forgotten and all he is focusing on is the sensation he’s having. He grunts at
the wave after wave of delicious friction he’s receiving.
He was already near climax when Niall burst in.
“Hey, Lou! There’s this really funn…” Niall cut the sentence short when he saw
what his friend was doing.
Louis was panicking. He pulled the covers under him but in the process flipped
the computer so it landed closer to Niall. The video was still active and it
was loud.
“Don’t you ever knock” Louis screamed. He knew the answer to that, of course
not. The boys developed a kinship where sudden intrusions were acceptable. Even
he himself doesn’t knock before entering his band mates’ rooms.
Niall was stunned by the sight before him. He didn’t know Louis was gay. He
just got a girlfriend, for Pete’s sake. Him being him tried to make the
situation better by being humorous and said “Sorry. I didn’t know you were busy
watching porn that looks like it has us in it.” while giving a suggestive wink.
In all honesty, Niall does look like the bottom boy. He had dirty blonde hair,
a small frame, and pale skin. But Louis didn’t see it as a joke. He took it as
an insult and yelled “Get the fuck out! And don’t you dare tell anyone about
this”
There was hurt in Niall’s eyes. He didn’t mean to offend anyone. He just wanted
to express that he didn’t care that Louis is gay and there is nothing that’s
going to change between them. He hopes Louis will realize that because he
absolutely idolizes him and it would be such a pain knowing he is hated by the
person he worships.
When Niall leaves, Louis grumbles under his breath. Being gay was supposed to
be a secret and how dare that boy assume he’s the one being jacked off to.
Louis’ body was red in anger and arousal. He still hasn’t cum so he may as well
finish what was started.
He took the computer that was near the edge of the bed and rewound it for a few
minutes. When it was set to the steamy part, he carried on to pumping his dick.
Niall ruined this video for him because when he watched it, all he saw was him
fucking Niall on a table, the creamy soft flesh in front of him as he pounds
into him.
Louis didn’t know why but all his dreams about having a submissive boyfriend
were materialized into Niall. He imagined the blonde moaning his name and
begging for him to go harder. He responds by slapping the younger ones ass
harshly then leans forward to whisper in his ear “flip over and I’ll fuck you
hard.”
Louis eyes were now closed. He has ignored the video because the idea of Niall
being his cockslut was all that is needed.
In his mind, Niall is lying on the desk and his legs are spread out wide for
him. He smoothes his hand over Niall’s body, admiring the inviting figure.
Louis bends down to lick the boy and suck on the pale skin to distract him from
the incoming intuition.
Niall sounds off a muffled cry when the width of Louis dick stretches him. When
the older boy is in balls deep, he moves his hips in circles and effectively
brushing the prostate. Niall is in tears at the unexplained pleasure. He wraps
his hand around Louis trying to contain himself.
Louis smirks at the power he has over the boy. He pulls out slowly then returns
with a vigorous velocity. He sustains this quick rhythm and knows Niall likes
it. The boy is a moaning mess, his dick leaking so much precum.
“Say my name” Louis orders and Niall abides by repeating ‘Louis’ in a
breathless manner. The older male moves every time he hears his name. Niall
figures the game out and enhances the repetition. There are now load slaps of
skin heard has Niall speaks while Louis responds with movement.
Louis lifts Niall’s hips upward and the shift of position induces attention
upon the latter’s prostate. The chanting stops and only non-coherent noises are
heard from his mouth. As sadistic as it sounds, Louis enjoys how the blonde
loses himself and becomes a slut that lives only for his dick.
They are both sweating. Niall has his mouth agape and eyes looking distant
while Louis watches the splendour happening before him. The heat of Niall’s
walls clutches his shaft, pleasuring his manhood with friction. The pace of
their lustful dance is now in an all time high.
Niall envelops his legs around Louis, informing the boy on top that he’s close.
Louis hastens his motions, coaxing Niall into his orgasm. There was a staggered
yell which is concurrent with Niall cumming between them and Louis cums at the
thought of Niall ejaculating with only his dick.
Louis opens his eyes only to find that the video has long been over and semen
on his abdomen, chest, and even his neck. He came that strong from the thought
of giving it hard to a bandmate.
After that, he couldn’t look Niall in the eyes without imagining the blonde
being sweaty and writhing beneath him, bearing a heavily fucked face. The only
person who was there during this difficult time and he can’t be near him
because he was used as jack off material.
Louis felt lonely without the Irishman’s presence and he blamed him for that.
If Niall had just knocked then there wouldn’t be any of this awkwardness.
Niall wasn’t at fault for anything but when Louis finally had someone to accuse
for the shitty things happening in his life, he couldn’t stop. And so, Niall
Horan was the cause of all Louis’ misfortunes.
It was Niall’s fault he couldn’t be best friends with Harry anymore. It was
Niall’s fault he was forced into a pretend relationship. It was the Irishman’s
fault that management scrutinized everything he did. And it especially his
fault that Louis couldn’t stop watching porn that had blonde twinks as bottoms.
Deep down, Louis knew he was being stupid. Niall was probably the only one
innocent among them but having someone to pass all the blame to was easier.
That is when it started, the notion that Louis and Niall of One Direction are
frenemies. But Niall, being the gold-hearted boy, didn’t give up on their
friendship. He continued to ask the other boy to go out or play games, in which
the older male merely snubbed him or made rude remarks.
That’s how they got here. That is how Louis Tomlinson ended up lying on his bed
without a friend in the world but in truth, there was one loyal boy waiting on
him in the room next door.
***** Louis in Nouis - Part 2 *****
‘Twit! You absolute, bloody twit!’
Louis is, once again, busy feeling sorry for himself. It’s not like he has a
legitimate reason too. Clearly looking at the situation, it is he who is the
oppressor and not the oppressed.
‘It’s not too late. You could still apologise.’
He ignores his conscience. He can’t apologise to the boy because that would
mean Niall is not at fault; not at fault for their quarrel, not at fault for
his horrible life, not at fault for anything. If it is not his then whose is
it?
If it is his own then that makes him a worthless person, incapable of
controlling his life. If it’s the management’s then it makes him weak because
he allowed himself to be controlled. If it is no one’s then that just makes it
worse because how are you suppose to fix it if you don’t know the source of the
problem.
Louis hates feeling powerless. As a man with four younger sisters, he needed
power to care for them. When the band started, as immature as he may seem, he
has always looked after the boys.
The public may not know it but Louis Tomlinson takes his status as the eldest
seriously. He takes care of his band mates in his own way like when he made a
deal to give Harry freedom in exchange of his own.
The bed is starting to get uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the cushions or maybe it’s
the guilt. Louis’ solution for that is a distraction. He’s already found solace
in his irrationality so there would be no point in finding a genuine answer.
He retrieves his phone the bedside table and scanned his recently used
contacts. The first name is Niall and it has a text that Louis deliberately
ignored.
From: Leprechaun
Stil in my rum if u chnge ur mind. Got u a gift
Louis hammers his head down his pillow. Why does he have to be so nice? It only
adds to the already momentous guilt suffocating him.
He checks the next name on the list and it’s madam B, the female member of
management’s executive board. She’s responsible for severing his friendship
with Harry. He calls her Boss B, which is short for Boss Bitch. Louis is fairly
certain that her surname, although begins with the letter B, isn’t Bitch but it
seems appropriate for her personality.
As terrorizing as she may be, she is just the person who could provide the
distraction Louis needs. He intends to focus on work for the time being and she
always has something for him to do. It could be some studio work to write more
songs or it could be going on a date with his beard of a girlfriend to promote
his, not so true, heterosexuality.
He sends her a text.
To Boss B:
feel like working. Got anythin for me?
Instead of receiving a simple text back, Louis is surprised to have gotten a
call instead. He answers the phone with hesitance.
``What did you do this time?`` the manager vocalizes from the device.
“What do you mean ‘what did I do? Just asking if there’s any work to be done?”
``You, sir, do not develop sudden urges to work. Especially on a holiday you’ve
begged me to allow you.``
“Listen, woman! This is one of the very few moments I’m cooperative with you so
you better take it and give me a reason to leave!” Louis rages but abruptly
shuts himself up. His tongue slipped and told the woman that he, indeed, did
something and wanted to runaway from it.
``A reason to leave?`` she enquires with an amused, condescending tone. ``and
for what cause should you have to leave our poor, little Nialler alone?``
Louis mentally curses. Not only can she see through his intentions but she is
also aware that they are the only two in the complex. The paparazzi keep them
at constant surveillance and monitoring every time one of them leaves so it
wouldn’t be surprising that she knows it as well.
Louis racks his mind for a way to get out of the conversation but the woman
starts speaking once again. ``It’s quite obvious that something happened but I
don’t want you running away. I want it resolved.`` she demands. ``People are
staring to notice the bad air between you and Niall. We cannot have that bad
press. Now, tell me what you did.``
The boy whines. He doesn’t like admitting his mistakes but if she doesn’t pry
the information from him then she’ll probably interrogate Niall instead. “He
annoyed me so I told him to sod off.”
``Why? So you could walk in on him and call it even`` is her amused response.
Louis is flabbergasted. How did she even know that? He thinks of the possible
people who could reveal it to the manager and one name comes to mind.
“Eleanor” He unintentionally chunters aloud. She is the only one he disclosed
the story to; minus the part that he has a particular liking to the blonde and
pleasures himself to the thought him, of course. “When I see that gossiping
twa-“
``Oh, dear Louis. Don’t be so dramatic.`` she interrupts. ``I would have found
out anyway, by her word or by my own methods. And it’s not like she clavered to
anyone else so you can’t consider that gossip. Rest assured that I’m the only
other person who knows and she divulged this to me because it is her job to.``
Louis wishes to ask why it is Eleanor’s job to expose him that way but the
manager explains ``a part of her services is to ascertain your gender
orientation is kept secret. If ever someone finds out then she is to
immediately report to me.``
Regret consumes him. He should have never told anyone about it. “Damn it. I
wouldn’t have said anything to her about myself if I knew she would blab it
away to you.”
``She did not blab away the story of your life, only the fact that Niall
witnessed you toss off to an erotica, homosexual in nature. But I do agree that
you should have never told her. Do you know why that is, child?`` Madame B
questions in a patronizing manner.
Louis knows better that to ask the ignorant ‘why?’ that would definitely lead
to a scolding. “Why?” he does so anyway out of curiosity.
``Because it is I you should have told it to!`` she blares. ``A component of
our agreement was that no one is to know of your homosexuality. If ever someone
does get wind of it then you are – WERE`` she emphasises her voice on the word.
`` -suppose to convey the incident to me so it could be contained!``
 “Sorry” is all Louis could susurrate.
``All is well now. Lucky that Niall hasn’t spoken of this to anyone and that he
still wishes to have a decent friendship with you.`` Her tone returns to its
cold and bored nature.
“Um, so, will I be punished?”
He could here the manager sigh at the other end of the phone. ``No, Louis but
you have to end the rebuffing. The relationship you boys have is crucial to
your reputation. Go talk to the lad. From what I’ve gathered, he has been nice
enough and the least you could do is reciprocate is efforts. Understand?``
Louis nods. She may be a meddling, snoopy bitch but she does have a point.
She releases a mocking laugh. ``I do hope you did not just nod. Remember, I
can’t see you so your responses must be verbal.``
“I didn’t!” He rejects, teeth grinding in humiliation. “I’ll talk to him. Could
I ring off now?”
``Yes, you may.`` she rectifies in a motherly fashion.
“Goodbye, Emily.” He states and cuts the call. He gains a little pride in
disrespecting her by using her first name. In wasn’t much but it’s a lot for a
shallow-humoured Louis.
 
~
 
The first step to communicating with Niall is to knock at his door but Louis
can’t seem do that. It has been months since he has shewed initiative to be
genial with the Irishman.
I can do this.He raises his fist to knock.
What the bloody hell? Of course I can’t. He recedes the knuckles.
Don’t be such a cissy. He taps the wood lightly, creating no sound.
He’s probably asleep or left. Louis retreats his feet, planning to trap himself
in his room again.
``Fuck, baby. You’ve gotta sweet ass.`` it resonates within the room.
Louis is frozen at his tracks. Did Niall really follow his advice to wank? It
sounds that he’s watching porn too.
``Yeah, oh god, fuck me. Fuck me hard.`` there is another voice but it was
distinctly male. Is Niall watching gay porn? It can’t be. Niall is straight as
a ruler. Or is he?
Without thinking, Louis barges in with the hopes of catching a salacious view
of his dream boy.
He is quick to be disappointed though when he sees his dear blonde to be
standing fully clothed. Niall isn’t even paying attention to the loud
television behind him. He is inspecting the masses of gay pornographic DVDs
scattered on his bed and in his hands.
“Lou! You came!” Niall looks up from the obscene videos. He walks over to the
older lad and gives him a hug, not releasing the CD cases. The DVD cases
scratch Louis’ back as he does so.
“Niall, what’s all this?” Louis inquires; gesturing to Niall’s clutched videos,
after their embrace. The Brit is petrified at the massive quantity of it. There
is at least three dozen.
“This is the gift I was talking about.” A grin is on Niall’s face. “I wanted to
show you how I don’t care if you like blokes.”
There is guilt and felicity nipping within Louis; Guilt because, while he was
busy being such a prick, Niall is finding ways to reconcile their brotherhood;
Felicity, on the other hand, because Niall has gone to such lengths just to
appease him.
“I figured that you might hate me because you thought I was judging you.” The
Irishman continues. “but I don’t and I don’t think I ever will. You’re an
incredible person, Louis. You’re always so confident and fun to be with. You
look out for us but don’t expect anything in return. I admire you a lot. I just
want you to know that I love you, boobear.”
Indefinable warmth flutters within Louis. Niall noticed all those things about
him. The boy even worships him. The older lad knew that the ‘I love you,
boobear’ part isn’t romantic but the intimate words are enough to plump out his
heart otherwise. Maybe everything between them will be fine after all.
“I don’t hate you.” He walks over and embraces the blonde. “Thank you for all
this. I’m sorry for being a cunt and all but I can’t tell you anything-“
“You don’t have to. ‘just happy you don’t hate me.” Niall interjects. He isn’t
sure what happened to Louis but he isn’t going to push the boy. The Irishman
noticed that Louis is receiving more calls from management so he supposed that
the older male is just stressed from work.
Louis lets go from the bosom and gazes around. “I’m happy you got me gifts and
all but you know we can’t keep ‘em.”
“Oh” Niall emits a small laugh. “Management probably won’t like it, huh?”
“No, they will not.”
“But ‘took a lot to get these here. Could we at least watch a few before I
return them?” Niall asks. His face is down with disappointment knowing his
efforts are for naught.
Louis reckons this to be a terrible idea since he’ll end up with a boner and
can’t do anything about it because his best mate is in the same room but he
can’t resist Niall’s sad face. The blonde would probably be bored or revolted
anyway so the torture won’t be that long.
“Sure, why not. We can’t waste your hard work.”
Niall beams at that.
 
 
~
 
 
Louis is squirming with a pillow covering his raging genitals. Niall doesn’t
notice because he is at the foot of the bed while the Brit is leaning on the
headboard. 
They got a text from the boys that none of them are coming home tonight. Liam
is sleeping at his girlfriend’s while Harry and Zayn are shooting an interview,
two cities over, and settled to sleep at a hotel there.
“I’m going to skip the talking again. ‘s boring” The blonde notifies whilst he
clicks the remote to fast forward the film.
It has been more than three hours since Louis agreed to this erotic anguish but
Niall hasn’t exhibited any sign of relenting. He just plays one movie after the
other. They must be at their ninth one now.
Louis isn’t sure if Niall is punishing him or is genuinely interested in the
videos but it seems the latter reason is true. Niall stares intently at the
screen, closely examining it, as if he is studying it.
The Brit doesn’t know how long he could hold it but when he saw the television
presenting a small pale blonde, he decided that his throbbing length is at its
limit.
“Nialler, I think this is enough. We watched plenty already.”
“We haven’t even gone through half” Niall mutters with discontent when he
pauses the goggle box.
***** Niall in Nouis - Part 1 *****
 
“Sod off will yah!”
It was the words ramped to him whilst the door, yet again, slammed shut at his
face. Niall didn’t mind Louis closing a physical door before him but when the
door is a metaphysical form of their connection, it hurts.
Niall has been trying for weeks to wheedle his band mate to spend time with him
but all his efforts, as always, were blasted into limbo. He simply wants to
revive their mateship and make Louis happy. It’s quite obvious that the Brit is
nothing but stressed and crestfallen these days and some fun would do him good.
He didn’t like it when Louis is sad. The lad has done so much for him and the
other boys, making them smile and keeping them company and whatnot. Louis
brought laughter and hope to the group. When the band was at its rocky moments
during the X-factor, Louis cheered them up. When they lost, Louis was the one
who told them not to give up and that they could find other ways. When they
were about to be signed into a record label, Louis made sure they weren’t being
nobbled into unfair conditions.
Louis. Louis. Louis.
Through so much, it is him that keeps them together. If you ask Niall who the
leader is then it would be Louis, an intemperately certain answer. Sure, Harry
is the front man and Liam is the most creditworthy but Louis is like the glue
that binds them together or the oil that eases them to function. His words
could either make them or break them. Niall reveres him. And like any other
human being, he wants his idols to be happy. That’s why he did everything he
can to jolly Louis up after a particular day he returned from an early meeting
with their management.
Niall found it odd that only Louis and Harry were called but figured it must be
due to the ‘Larry’ rumours on the account that the inseparable duo barely
consorts each other now. After that tragic forced separation, Louis was not
only grumpier but sassier than ever. He lashed out on anyone that got on his
nerves, be it the interviewers or staff. Niall didn’t like this Louis. His
Louis was confident and playful, not unapproachable and shutoff.
Niall didn’t think it was fair for Louis to be separated from his confidant but
if Louis can’t be best buds with Harry then he himself would have to make do.
He first invited Louis for a pint or two then they played a few pranks on Liam.
They got together well; sharing humorous stories and stimulating hobbies. It
wasn’t long before he got his old Louis back; so blithesome, so charming, so…
Louis.
The friendship flowered between the two boys as time passed but, like all
roses, time withers its petals.
That day, that bloody dreadful day. Niall didn’t think that everything would be
spifflicated with just a turn of a doorknob. All he planned was to show Louis a
funny video one of their fans posted on Twitter but when he barged into Louis
room, his eyes were presented with a different video and he was the one shown
something.
His band mate was stark naked, attempting to cover himself with sheets, while
his laptop played pornography. It wasn’t an uncommon scene since they’ve stuck
with each other for a lengthy duration, long enough to see each other’s boy
parts. What surprised him was that the film was of two men, seemingly
resembling them and having sex.
“Don’t you ever knock!” Louis yelled. Niall didn’t know what to say. An
unexpected truth descended upon him but he had so little time to let it sink
it. Louis is gay. Should he ask about it? Should he ask if Louis’ girlfriend
knows about this? So many questions, so sudden realizations; he didn’t know
what to state but he knew that he didn’t want to alienate Louis because of
this. So he decided to act normally and make the awkwardness into a joke.
Being the moron he is, he made a horrible situation abominable by opening his
mouth. “Sorry. Didn’t know you were busy watching porn that looks like it has
us in it.” and even adding a wink with the hopes of Louis finding the entirety
of it all to be comical.
He didn’t find it comical. If there was anything comical during that time, it
was Louis red face due to the immeasurable rage. Niall has never seen him so
angry. It frightened him but, most of all, it agonized him because the
closeness they once shared is now evanescent. His attempts for apologies and
reconciliation were continuously discarded.
The blooming friendship has now decayed.
But Niall has a plan. He’s going to prove to Louis that they can still be
friends and that he doesn’t care if the Brit is into birds or blokes.
Everything will be as they should be; Louis is happy and Niall is by his side.
Now, if only the brunette would stop being so stubborn and accept Niall’s offer
to go to his flat to see what he has bought. He didn’t want the surprise to be
ruined but maybe if he tells Louis that the things purchased were for him then
it would encourage his arrival. A text seems appropriate enough as a
notification.
To: Tommo
Stil in my rum if u chnge ur mind. Got u a gift
Niall doesn’t know if the lad will come or not but he plans to have everything
perfect. His gifts must operate properly. He moves to his closet and pulls out
a cardboard box, about half a meter tall and wide. With a spry rip, the tape
concealing its contents is removed and the blonde opens the package. He
mentally pats himself on the back for this one. It was quite a feat to obtain
all these – using multiple fake names and accounts on an internet shop – but it
is worth it if it entails a brotherhood restored. He extracts the items one by
one, examining it and reading the titles.
‘Meat Lovers’, ‘Twink Express’, ‘Give it to Daddy’ ,‘Exclusive Boy Academy’,
‘All Hail that Ass’
They were titles of DVDs… pornographic DVDs… gay pornographic DVDs.
To crystallise, Niall Horan just bought a shitload of gay porno from the
internet. And to specify shitload, the box repletes with roughly 40 to 50 of
them. He didn’t know what his band mate likes so he just kept clicking on
anything appealing to someone who likes men, which for him is anything that has
the word ‘gay’ tagged to it. He’s not homophobic or adheres to the stereotype
that gay people are attracted to every guy they see, he just doesn’t know
better. The gay thing is quite new to someone raised in a conservative family.
After reading quite numerous, he can’t help but snicker. The titles are really
funny. ‘Who even names these?’ he thinks to himself. He returns to his plans to
test the videos so he takes the first one that captures his attention (‘All
Hail that Ass’, primarily because the name is amusing) and places it in the DVD
player beneath the telly and in front of his bed.
The film opens with the company’s logo then carries on with the cast. The
volume is on the low end as the actors converse so Niall increases it fully.
Their talk is asinine and not at all related to sex but it is the impending
dénouement; the ‘typical non-sex related event but they end up fucking anyhow’
plotline. Niall figures that gay porn isn’t that different from straight – or
lesbian – porn.
Niall turns from the television and directs his attention to the DVDs. He
meticulously lays each one on his bed, segregating them to their corresponding
characteristics. He isn’t knowledgeable about the categories of homo erotica so
he just bundles it by the teens/young guys, big bulky dudes, Asians, BDSM, I
don’t know what that is, and that’s kinda funny.  The ‘that’s kinda funny’
section is for the ones that had weird names or covers like ‘Boy has Sex for a
Burger’, ‘Mitty Finds his Ass’, or the Justine Beiber look-alike porn.
He’s a bit galvanised when the currently played movie thunders with pants and
moans but remained unfazed otherwise because it is rather expected. Like
straight – or lesbian – porn, they blether in hush but bonk in booms. He
permits the racket, no one will hear anyway and if someone does then it would
be Louis and that would be swell.
``Fuck, baby. You’ve gotta sweet ass.`` the TV sounds. Niall could do an eye
roll at the oh sogeneric line that’s for gay or straight porn but what do you
expect from a pornography entitled ‘All Hail that Ass’. And then there goes the
``Yeah, oh god, fuck me. Fuck me hard.`` line. Ooohh, haven’t heard that one
before.
Niall drops his mocking in favour of returning to the task at hand. So, where
should ‘Josh Cummings’ Adventures’ go? It could go to the ‘teens/young guys’
but it does fit the ‘that’s kinda funny’ class due to the cover boy being
physically comparable to their drummer, Josh Devine. Maybe he could hide it
Josh’s belongings as a prank and ---
There is a fulminant explosion caused by the door flying open.
Niall, along with containing his semi-heart attack, is preparing profuse
excuses in his mind on why he has such an obscene collection of homosexual
smut. There is no need though. It is only Louis, bearing such an eager
expression. Niall guesses he’s excited over the thought of a present. Who knew
Louis is so gift needy? But that doesn’t matter now, what’s important is that
he’s here.
“Lou! You came!” he walks over the older and embraces him, forgetting to
release his clutched videos.
“Niall, what’s all this?” Louis pulls away and gestures to what Niall is
holding. The older is frightened and surprised but Niall is too busy rejoicing
to notice.
“This is the gift I was talking about.” Niall explains with a grin on his face.
“I wanted to show you how I don’t care if you like blokes.”
“I figured that you might hate me because you thought I was judging you.” The
Irishman continues after he observes Louis’ apprehension. “but I don’t and I
don’t think I ever will. You’re an incredible person, Louis. You’re always so
confident and fun to be with. You look out for us but don’t expect anything in
return. I admire you a lot. I just want you to know that I love you, Boobear.”
Niall utilises the Brit’s childish pseudonym in hopes of softening his heart.
It works for Louis smiles at him which Niall returns. The words felt so fluid
through his lips for they are all true. Louis is an admirable person for all
his deeds and Niall couldn’t love or adore him more.
“I don’t hate you. Thank you for all this. I’m sorry for being a cunt and all
but I can’t tell you anything-“
“You don’t have to. ‘just happy you don’t hate me.” Niall hastily splutters. He
isn’t sure what happened to Louis but he isn’t going to pressure the boy. He
noticed that Louis is receiving more calls from management so he supposed that
it is just stress from work.
 “I’m happy you got me gifts but you know we can’t keep ‘em.” Stated in a this-
is-quite-obvious tone.
“Oh” Niall chortles to hide his dismay. What was he thinking? Of course they
can’t keep these. He isn’t sure if their management has knowledge of Louis’
sexual orientation but someone discovering such form of pornography in their
keeping could heavily damage the band’s reputation. “Management probably won’t
like it, huh?”
“No, they will not.” Louis concurs with a blithe exhale.
“But ‘took a lot to get these here. Could we at least watch a few before I
return them?” So much time and money has been wasted on this ordeal and it will
be morbidly disappointing if none of it bears fruit. Along with wanting the
movies watched, Niall also wants to spend some time with his friend. Even if it
is to watch lewd videos that only one of them will enjoy, it is already a great
privilege in comparison to the amount of activities they’ve done together in
the past weeks – which is zilch. Niall merely wishes to socialise with Louis,
he misses him.
Louis stares down, as if to weigh the pros and cons of this, but agrees with a
“Sure, why not. We can’t waste your hard work.” in the end.
Niall beams at that.
 
 
~
 
 
This is gay porn then; a man entering another man anally.
Niall views the movie with intensity. How can a dick even fit in there? Doesn’t
it hurt? But if it does then why do they look like they’re in utter bliss. It
just goes in again and again violently with loud slaps echoing in its wake. He
wonders how it feels; if it is will cause pain or pleasure; if he will lose
himself in a toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm like the pornstar in the
television.
The film ends with the roll of the credits none care for. Niall removes the DVD
and replaces it with another one since they do have the time to watch another;
maybe even 10 more. They got a text from the boys that none of them are coming
home tonight. Liam is sleeping at his girlfriend’s (Danielle) while Harry and
Zayn are shooting an interview, two cities over, and settled to sleep at a
hotel there.
Niall presses play and sits down at the foot of the bed while Louis stays in
the same position he’s been for the past 9 pornos, leaned against the
headboard. Niall worries that his friend is bored because he hasn’t said a word
since they begun. He even made sure to choose from the different categories he
made but Louis remained idle otherwise. For the past three hours, Louis hasn’t
said a word. He just sits there, far away from Niall, hugging a pillow.
“I’m going to skip the talking again. ‘s boring” Niall notifies in hopes of
bringing excitement by omitting the draggy parts.
He inspects the DVD case of the movie he has moments ago played. The title is
‘Blond Fun’ and it has numerous pictures of young naked yellow-haired lads
portraying raunchy actions. Speaking of ‘young naked yellow-haired lads’,
there’s one appearing in the telly now.
There is a fleeting thought that Niall could be that guys since they do have
the same body type and nearly the same shade of dirty blond but the idea is
quickly discarded. He could never do what that lad does. Niall isn’t even gay.
But the disregarded thought had its tingling residue because Niall still
considers of the possible pleasure it could posses. It must be nice to be taken
care of; to be held and engulfed. After watching so many videos, there is envy
surfacing for the bottoms. They were being served so well; splayed across many
objects and caressed in many ways. All they had to do was to submit to their
partner and the other will take charge and satisfy them.
Niall is immersed in the film and his thoughts when a formerly silent voice
grabs his attention. “Nialler, I think this is enough. We watched plenty
already.” The actor hasn’t even begun to shed his clothes when Louis speaks up.
“We haven’t even gone through half” Niall mutters while he pauses the goggle
box. He surprised himself at how whinny his voice was. Did he really like
watching all this? As stated earlier, he isn’t gay. He shouldn’t be desiring
any of this. This is all purely for Louis’ gratification.
***** Niall in Nouis - Part 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Niall watches something he apparently likes
     Louis notices and helps him enjoy
     Niall allows him?
Chapter Notes
     So this profile is something like under new managements since the old
     users have gone bye bye. what i posted is an unfinished chapter that
     -iamim left. if you have nothing to read or want something nice to
     read while you wait for an update you could read this
     The Dog Days - http://archiveofourown.org/works/1795222/chapters/
     3848785
     Its unique story and heartbreaking plus sweet moments make it an A+
     for me. So go on and give it a try.
     -IHM
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“We haven’t even gone through half” Niall mutters while he pauses the goggle
box. He surprised himself at how whinny his voice was. Did he really like
watching all this? As stated earlier, he isn’t gay. He shouldn’t be desiring
any of this. This is all purely for Louis’ gratification. Yes, this is all for
Louis. “and we have time to watch it anyway” Niall reasons as he runs his
fingers over the remote control buttons. Niall outstretches his hand to
continue the movie but a grip on his bicep prevents him from doing so.
“Niall, no. This ‘s enough” Louis bleated, still pulling Niall’s limb but now
more forceful. It causes him to twist his torso and half-face Louis.
Niall sees how Louis is positioned, on his knees and leaning over him with
cherry cheeks, and it enhances his own heartbeats enough to drum in his ears.
With that ragged breath, bright blush, and protruding bulge, it is obvious why
Louis pleas to stop.
“Oh, sorry. Probably too much for you, huh?” Niall quips with a casual laugh.
“Nah, just getting boring”
“C’mon, mate. It’s obvious you like watching it.” Niall glances down with a
terse nod to indicate Louis’ self-explanatory erection.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t be an arse about it.” Louis says as he looks down in shame
but sees Niall’s bulge in doing so.
Niall follows Louis’ glance and looks away. He didn’t even know that he too is
erect. It must be the draught in the room which caused it. It can’t be because
of the films because he isn’t gay.
The arm is retracted but it is replaced by Louis’ advancing form. “maybe you
like watching it as much as I do”. There is no teasing in the voice as Niall
might expect but the amount of lingering curiosity moulded with the words only
made it more frightening. When Louis is curious about something, it is never a
promising premonition for he will hunt like a badger to unravel his opened
mystery.
Niall fronts further to the edge of the bed, the proximity too close for
comfort. “Nah, just want you to enjoy the gifts is all”. There is a shuffling
behind him, the movement flows sound out of the sheets, as Louis shifts his
position. Legs appear at either side of Niall and a human temperature radiates
behind him. The breathe warming his ears prompts him to exclaim “but if you’re
not enjoying anymore, we could stop.”
Niall scampers to stand but an arm snakes around his midsection and pulls him
back to meet a firm chest. Louis pulls him further in the bed, Niall’s shins
dangling at the edge. “Alright then. If you want me to watch, let’s watch.”
Louis reaches forward for the remote Niall left by the far side of the bed. The
stretching of Louis brings Niall to bend and push the arm downwards to his
manhood. Niall shouldn’t but the grazing motion excited his nether regions. As
the arm applies pressure to the crotch, Louis speaks “As I said, we can’t waste
your hard work.”
The video plays. It’s one thing to watch it without interaction and another to
watch it with a body stuck to your back and a breathe vellicating your neck.
There was definitely discomfort but the source is unknown, it could be the
closeness of his friend or tightness in his own pants.
Niall does his best to ignore the video and Louis’ body for both are, strangely
enough, giving him a sort of titillating aura.
The blond boy in the video sits on the bed. Another enters the room. There is
barely any chatter before the two commence with their debauchery. The smacking
of the lips are heard and they grope each other over their clothes. And, like
Niall, they are boiling, sweating, panting.
“Niall, can I ask you something?” Louis’ asks casually.
“What ‘s it?” This may not be the best time to have a conversation but Niall is
more than grateful for the distraction. The room is heating up more than he
wants and its starting to make him light headed.
“Why are you so interested in this?”
“”m not. Only watching with you, not really into it.” Niall looks down, no
longer happy with the conversation but Louis has no intentions of letting it
go.
Louis sighs and the arm he hasn’t removed from Niall’s abdomen pulls the body
closer. “Maybe you are. Sure you don’t like boys?”
The question is asphyxiating. Niall never thought of it but now that it has
been asked, he revisits his memories of ever being attracted to boys. There
were times he thought of how pretty Zayn is or how amazing Liam’s abs are but
it was all rationalised as admiration and not sexual attraction. Even that one
time when he and Harry kissed each other because of drunken dare did nothing
for him. “Ye, mate. Straight as they come.”
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to try.” Louis rests his chin on his
shoulder. Niall is irritated at how reactive his body currently is. Simple
manoeuvres and added pressures could make his breathe hitch. There is no
ignoring the swelling within his trousers.
“There’s nothing wrong but I’m not gay.” Niall replies resolutely albeit
breathless.
“It doesn’t make you gay” Louis whispers; tone is enticing and dangerous. “just
curious”
Niall shivers at the words though the chill is not of mal-effect. To the
contrary actually since the shudder that travels down his back is relaxing and
warm; like a massage on the muscles close to the bones. It is, as if, every
fibre of his being is telling him to submit and allow this. All is well for
Louis is here to take care of him. There was never a person so willing to help
Niall in terms of sexual development. But now there is and it is Louis of all
people. The man he looked up to and thrived to lenify. Would it be so wrong to
surrender himself, even if it is only for tonight?
Louis slide back a few inches and Niall falls into him. He hasn’t even realised
his boneless body has been relying on the chest for support. With this
position, he could feel Louis’ full mast on his upper back. And he feels it
more when Louis hauls him up so that lips are on his ear, tickling the
cartilage as words are imparted. “Up we go.”
Niall barefacedly mewls. He is far too relaxed to remember shame and his slowly
hazing mind is enhancing every touch. The moving lips, possessive arm, and
dragging cock on his back all feel so good.
Sounds of belts being unfastened and zippers pulled down are heard from the
television. Louis moves his hand lower. The other placed on Niall’s thigh and
slowly moves up. With a few tugs, Niall is alike the blond in the video, dacks
unbuttoned but the tool still strained within pants.
“Lou” the voice could be interpreted as protest but Niall’s passive limbs
guarantee otherwise.
“Hush now, Ni. Watch.” Louis palms him.  The movements are dextrous and in sync
with the pornography. Only when the actor released the blond’s manhood from its
fabric confines did Louis do the same.
Niall gasps as the cold air bosoms his length and whimpers when Louis warm hand
engulfs it. He pumps the shaft in rhythm with the scene. Every stoke, caress,
twist, and teasing of the head was emulated.
There is a small voice in Niall’s head that says this is wrong. I’m straight!He
tries to focus on that in hopes that it could give him strength to stop this.
But it is futile. His body wants this. Louis touches and attention is powerful
enough to mute any resistance he has. He yields to what is happening and being
done to him. He does as he is told; “just watch.”
The scene of the porno is sultry and unhurried. The pleasurer takes his time
with rod while giving soft kisses to the other’s neck. He lowers the trail of
kisses to the navel then laps at the prick he has been continually nursing.
Niall feels the mouth on his nape and the cooling of the saliva that is left.
He feels the hand beneath his shirt, rubbing his chest to his stomach and down
to his navel. He hears Louis spit on his hand and rub it on the hard cock. It
is so beautiful how the fantastical film could be experienced personally.
The actor’s lips gorges lower and the pleasuree raises his legs to allow the
eager tongue. He moans loudly as the muscle is accompanied by a finger. Niall’s
mind fogs in ecstasy as he unintentionally copies the actions by bending his
legs. He licks his lips, bracing himself for the intrusion. He never thought to
take it up the ass before but the idea seems so attractive in his incoherent
thoughts.
“Niall?” Louis sounds surprised. Niall immediately closes his thighs and tries
to withdraw from him. Louis releases his hand from the length but embraces the
boy. “Stop it. Stop running away, will you? It’s fine.”
“No it’s not! I don’t want to do this.” Niall counters, suddenly sober.
“Really?” Louis says in a sarcastic tone only he can do. “This little man says
otherwise.” He holds the prick tightly but doesn’t stroke to ensure pressure
but minimal pleasure.
“It’s just impulse. You know how it is. We pop random boners all the time.”
“Niall!” Louis exasperates. “Enough. Stop lying. Answer me honestly-“
“Alright, I like it. Please.” Niall humps the air to gain friction from the
hand but Louis merely laughs and moves his hand on Niall’s thigh instead.
“That wasn’t what I was asking. And it’s pretty obvious anyway.” Niall is
annoyed with the mocking but his aching groin cannot be left unattended. He’d
be damned if he lets this gobshite tease him any longer. He takes matters into
his own hand, quite literally, as he reaches out and pumps his erection rapidly
before Louis stops him. And indeed he stopped with a weighty slap on the
forearm. “None of that.”
Niall didn’t listen and continued to stroke himself hoping for completion. He
heard Louis tsk before restraining his hand. Niall begged “just let me get off”
and used his other hand to jerk off.
There was a quick shuffling and before Niall knew it, he was on his stomach
with his hands above him. Louis weight is bearing him down and restraining his
disobeying limbs. When he tried to move his arms, the fingers around it became
tighter.
“Ouch, Louis, you’re hurting me.”
“Then stop squirming. Now, do you want-“
“For fuck’s sake! I said I want it. Will you stop being a prick and let me
cum?” Niall humped the mattress. The smooth sheets fondled his raging,
neglected manhood.
“I will, Niall, I will.” Niall stopped his movements when Louis squeezed his
ass not so chastely. “I know you like it when I stroke you.  I want to know if
you want me to do anything else.”
An audible gulp was heard from the blond. He was trying to avoid that
humiliating question. His sexuality is doubtful at best when he allowed another
man to lay his hands on his little man. But letting things enter his backdoor
seals the deal. “There isn’t.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. It’s perfectly normal to experiment.” He only
noticed his hands where free when 10 fingers slithered up and down through the
mounds of his ass. He inhaled lengthily. It tickled but it didn’t make him
laugh like tickling usually does. It relaxed him.
His breathe slowed as he the barely there massage continued. “I know what you
mean but it’s gay, Louis. I’m not gay.”
“You aren’t, babe.” Louis kissed his nape as his bottom is caressed and he
allowed it. “It’s stimulation. Guy’s jack off each other all the time because
it feels good. How should this be any different?”
“So it’s like one of those No Homo, Bro stuff.” Niall jested, uncomfortable
with the serious atmosphere.
Louis chuckled. “Yeh, just like that. So, you want me to?”
Niall spun around and met with Louis’ smiling face. “Um… it’s just… well…” He
couldn’t form the right words, or any words, so he nodded hoping to prevent any
humiliating babble.
“Okay,” Niall gasped when Louis’ hand was once again on his dick. The free hand
roamed under the Irishman’s shirt to explore his chest. “Got anything we could
use for lube?”
Chapter End Notes
     So I read the original writer's notes(no, this isn't my story) for
     the next chapter and Louis doesn't have sex with Niall and only
     fingers him. It's supposed to make way for a series. There's going to
     be another story where this left off but it's Harry who get Niall
     titled "How Narry Happens" which is about Harry watching Niall do
     himself with a dildo and ultimately taking his virginity.
     I just want to ask you guys. Should I follow the original path of the
     story or should I just let Louis screw Niall and get it over with.
     I'm really thinking about just letting Louis take Niall's V card.
     Tell me what you think please.
     -IHM
End Notes
     if there are mistakes or errors please tell me so i can set it
     straight. as i said, im winging this. no plot outline or plans for
     the future. your comment may or may not affect my work greatly. even
     my name says im just an amateur writer.
     this was posted before but i had problems with the profile. your
     comment and kudos are greatly appreciated. it makes me want to write
     more.
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