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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Harry_Styles
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, One_Shot, Dubious_Consent, First_Time,
      Tattoos, Schoolboys
  Series:
      Part 2 of Bottle_of_Trouble
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-25 Words: 3434
****** In My Room ******
by Valex_Charme
Summary
     Harry takes Niall up to his room after a few more drinks. This time,
     he's sure he can get more than a quick hand under Niall's shirt.
Notes
     Alright, boys and girls. Here is part two of Bottle of Trouble.
     Be warned. This one is all smut (with anal sex).
“Your room is huge,” Niall commented, awed at the large space available in
Harry’s bedroom. It looked like a hotel suite with its own sitting area,
bathroom, bed area, and Niall was pretty sure those countertops full of books
were supposed to be part of a kitchen.
“Heh,” Harry snorted none too modestly. “Yeah, it’s pretty great isn’t it?” He
let Niall gape for a few minutes before explaining that since he was an only
child, his parents had spoiled him. “Sometimes I think it’s a bit excessive,
but I’m not going to complain.”
He put away the empty bottles of beer he and Niall drank after their game of
spin the bottle on an end table. Niall’s much more loosened up now and Harry
was confident that he can finally get his hands properly on the other boy.
The taller boy led Niall by hand to his large bed sprawled in the middle of the
room. Niall stayed standing as Harry sat on the edge, still exploring the room
with his eyes. But when Harry patted the area next to him, Niall got the hint
and sat down, too.
Harry usually didn’t waste time when it came to closing the deal. And his
conquests usually didn’t put up a fight, having wanted him for far longer than
he’s even noticed them. This time, though, he wanted Niall and he wanted him
now. But he realized that the blonde boy might be less than reciprocal if the
way he tried to push Harry off in the closet was anything to go by. So Harry
decided to do this slowly and try to coax the sexual creature he knew lurked
within everyone. Especially cute blonde boys.
Harry held Niall’s chin in his hand and made the boy face him. He flashed him a
smile and Niall was putty in his hands and pliant against his lips.
Unlike the surprised boy in the closet, this Niall was much more reactive. And
also much more drunk. As such, he allowed Harry to push him back onto the soft
sheets of the bed as the curly haired boy climbed on top of him.
Groaning deeply, Niall let Harry do as he pleased. Harry’s skilled tongue
explored the cavern of Niall’s mouth, tasting trace amounts of alcohol and
something uniquely sweet about the boy. “You taste like butterscotch.”
Niall grinned, having no idea what Harry was talking about, and just captured
the other boy’s lips with his own.
When Harry’s hand started to creep underneath his jumper, Niall shivered. He
felt goose bumps follow in the wake of Harry’s wandering hands. He felt them
scratch against his navel before palming his flat midsection. Then they got to
his chest and he sighed against Harry’s lips, waiting for what Harry would do
next. When Harry rubbed a nipple with his middle finger, Niall gasped.
Smirking, Harry went on to kiss viciously on Niall’s neck while keeping his
devilish fingers on Niall. “You like that?”
Niall couldn’t speak without moaning out his words so he just settled for
nodding. But Harry couldn’t see it so he pinched Niall’s taut flesh and asked
again, “Do you like that, Niall?”
“Yeah,” Niall said trying to muffle his moans. He didn’t want to sound like a
total virgin but Harry was definitely making it difficult.
“Good,” Harry whispered against the skin of Niall’s neck before marking it with
an angry kiss. Niall cried out at the slight pain but Harry kept the pressure
and massaged the skin with his tongue when he was done. “You’re going to want
to wear a scarf for a few days.”
A nervous laugh managed its way out of Niall before Harry sucked the rest from
his mouth. His kisses had become deeper now, probing and venturing as far as
Niall would let him. And Niall let him pass through every threshold he had held
up earlier. Harry’s tongue slid passed Niall’s lips, gliding against Niall’s
teeth, the roof of his mouth, before meeting up again with Niall’s own eager
tongue.
They tasted each other, savouring the still new tastes. This time Niall was
able to determine a small but certain quality to Harry. “You taste like
cinnamon,” Niall groaned against Harry’s unceasing mouth.
“Must be my gum,” Harry answered quickly before shutting Niall up again.
Amidst the wanton noises from the two boys, Harry’s hand had begun to journey
lower and lower against the creamy skin of the boy underneath him. Metal went
through holes in leather and hit each other to make the sound Harry’s wanted to
hear thus far: the unbuckling of Niall’s belt. The other hand held steady
against Niall’s warm cheek, keeping him against Harry’s distracting lips. And
the other held the prize of the night.
“Wait,” Niall groaned suddenly as he looked down to Harry’s hand holding him
and he tried to push the taller boy away.
Harry pulled away from Niall’s kiss-swollen lips. “What’s the matter?” he
asked, though concern was absent from his voice.
Niall stared into Harry’s enthralling green eyes as he tried to push him off.
“We should—”
“We should what?” Harry interrupted as he squeezed and stroked the shaft in his
hand. Niall let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, unable to process the
stimulus that was Harry’s hand on his cock. “Were you going to say we should
stop?” Harry asked as he placed a soft kiss against Niall’s cheek.
Niall held his hand against his mouth to stop from crying out and nodded. He
didn’t want the entire fucking house to know what kind of noises Harry could
push out of him. Louis would have a field day!
“You know what they say, Niall,” Harry said as his angelic face descended to
the pulled-up jumper and against the exposed skin of Niall’s torso. Harry’s
breath ghosted over the pale plains and they felt frigid. “The will is strong.”
He placed another kiss just underneath the wool and above a circle of pink
skin. “But the flesh is weak.” Then he captured a nipple between his teeth as
his hand pulled out the warm flesh in his hand from the confines of Niall’s
briefs.
And then Niall finally allowed himself to moan. The moan that’s been trying to
get out since Harry fondled his apparently sensitive nipples. The moan that
said, “Damn what everyone’s going to say tomorrow. I want this now.”
Harry’s long, curly hair ticked Niall’s skin as he left the lean expanse of
Niall’s chest. The air of the room felt cool against the moist spots Harry’s
lips left on him. But he only shivered nervously when Harry’s cheek brushed
against his hard prick. Niall chanced a glance towards the taller boy and he
could see Harry’s devilish smirk aimed right at him as he held him in long,
excruciating pumps.
“Impressive,” Harry commented when he looked away from Niall’s blown up blue
eyes to marvel at the swollen muscle beside him as he fondled it.
Niall had to look away at that. If he weren’t already blushing, he sure was
now. It was a biological miracle that there was still enough blood to rush to
his face when he was sure that all of it was concentrated in Harry’s hand.
Damn, Harry. Your hand is—
Then Niall fisted the bed covers in his hands as he let out a surprised gasp
which immediately devolved into pleased sighs and trembling moans because Harry
replaced his hand with his mouth.His wet, warm, soft mouth.
Niall had covered his eyes with his forearm to keep from looking down. He was
sure if he saw what Harry was doing to him he would come straight away and he
didn’t want that. To see how Harry’s perfect, pink lips would look around his
dick. How his cheeks would hollow out as he sucked him off. But when Harry
grazed his teeth lightly at the ridge where the head met the shaft, Niall was
done for.
His body arched off the bed and he thrusted into Harry’s mouth, surprising the
taller boy when hot strings started to empty themselves onto his tongue. Harry
did the only thing he thought was the best idea and swallowed. And the suction
the muscles of Harry’s throat made caused Niall to cry out louder as the rest
of his orgasm was sucked from him. Harry met each of Niall’s frantic thrusts
but some drops leaked from the corners of his mouth.
After the last thrust, Niall fell against the bed once more. His head was light
and he was sure he saw stars. And they were a shade of green that only Harry’s
eyes could match.
“That good, huh?” Harry asked with a satisfied grin. Niall sat up on his elbows
and watched enthralled as Harry peeled off his shirt. Every inch was greedily
taken in by Niall’s eyes that didn’t even dare blink. His stomach was a toned
set of abs that Niall was sure he was flexing just to show off. Then Niall’s
cock sprang back to life when he saw the tattoos that adorned the space on
Harry’s chest just below the collarbones.
The tattoos continued in a random arrangement across his chest towards his arms
but stopped short of his biceps. The school uniforms they wore always kept
Harry unfairly covered up in Niall’s (and every girl’s) opinion. But now that
Harry was unwrapping himself for Niall to see, all Niall could do was watch
jaw-slacked. He knew Harry would be in so much trouble if the school found out
he had tattoos. But then he’d picture Harry shirtless and flipping the school
officials off. “Damn.”
Harry raised his eyebrow at him after he threw his sweater across the room
somewhere. Niall followed Harry’s gaze and he noticed that Harry was looking
him up and down. He suddenly felt self-conscious even though Harry had just
sucked him off.
“Don’t be shy, Niall,” Harry coaxed as he leaned in for a kiss. Niall’s tongue
darted out eagerly, wanting to taste Harry immediately but instead he tasted
something unexpected. He realized soon that he was tasting himself and the fact
didn’t disgust him as he thought it would’ve. Instead, he found himself
attacking Harry’s hungrily and the taller boy let him.
Harry hands set themselves on either side of Niall and they were only a few
inches apart. At this proximity, Niall couldn’t help but place his hands flat
against the muscles of Harry’s chest. Harry grinned against the kiss as Niall
helped himself to the skin and flesh, his hands daring and exploring.
“You’re so hot,” Niall mumbled when they briefly disengaged, licking his lips
and making Harry bite his. He felt the muscles underneath his palms tighten and
flex and they were toned hard. He could only imagine how Harry’s hard-on would
feel in his hands.
Harry gave him a knowing grin. “Thanks.” Then he pushed Niall’s hands away,
against Niall’s silent protests, before he started pulling Niall’s jumper off.
With both of them bare-chested, Harry leaned in closer and kissed the newly
exposed skin of Niall’s shoulder. "You're not that bad either."
Niall was pushed down against the bed when he gave a lusty moan as Harry kissed
viciously on the muscle that connected Niall’s neck to his shoulder. Niall
couldn’t take the torture anymore and he reached in between them for his
revived manhood to jerk himself.
But Harry had other plans for his hands as he guided them towards his crotch.
Niall shyly felt the erection through the denim and Harry nodded him on. Before
he knew it, Niall was undoing Harry’s belt and unzipping his fly. Harry watched
knowingly as Niall’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up.
Christ. Harry doesn’t wear underwear.
Niall could see part of Harry’s cock where the fly parted and he could see that
it was every bit as hard as he was. But he couldn’t even see all of it as most
of it was still hidden behind the denim and he followed the impression it made.
Harry grinned and decided to spare Niall the suspense and pulled down his jeans
to let his cock spring free.
Niall always imagined this. He always imagined kissing Harry Styles and maybe
other things such as this. But seeing it in the flesh… hard flesh. It was
unreal. He reached to touch Harry’s member with a wary hand, fearful it was the
most realistic wet dream of his life; maybe he was just passed out drunk by the
curb outside Harry’s house because he couldn’t handle his alcohol. But the cock
twitched as his finger touched the tip and Niall knew he was wide awake.
“Don’t tell me you’re just going to stare at it?” Harry joked as he pulled
Niall’s hand and stroked himself with two hands instead of one.
Harry felt hard in his hand as they lazily pumped his shaft. Niall could feel
Harry’s pulse through the large vein pumping the necessary blood to his prick.
He’s never been this close to another person before. And he wanted to get even
closer with Harry.
He was suddenly thankful for Harry getting him to drink. Niall would never have
had the courage to push Harry down on the bed. Liquid courage, they called it,
Niall thought thankfully.
Harry, for his part, just closed his eyes and grabbed a handful of Niall’s
blonde hair before pushing him down towards his cock. But the blonde boy didn’t
need much pushing for he was there in a second after pushing Harry down. With
one firm hand roaming the toned muscles of Harry’s torso and the other on the
base of the shaft in front of him, Niall finally did what he’d dreamed of doing
since he transferred to Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow Catholic School.
Harry sighed through gritted teeth as he felt Niall’s virgin tongue on the
sensitive head, tasting him, before putting more of him inside his mouth. Niall
managed to get a quarter of Harry’s length before he had to back off, coughing.
Laughing, Harry got on his elbows to look at the blonde head in between his
legs. Niall, undeterred, settled for licking every inch of Harry’s length
before attempting to take him again.
“Yeah, just like that,” Harry encouraged as he held on to the blonde locks.
Niall’s tongue was excited, showing an energy Harry hasn’t experienced in a
while. What virgins lacked in finesse they made up for in enthusiasm. And when
Niall managed to get half of Harry before pulling back and taking him again,
Harry sighed with content.
It wasn’t long before Harry’s moan started to fill the room. He massaged
Niall’s scalp with his fingers as he watched the blonde head bob up and down
along his shaft, getting it warm and wet.
“Stop,” Harry hummed suddenly, getting up on his elbows and pushing Niall away
from his swollen prick. “I don’t want to come yet.”
He picked up Niall’s chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Niall settled himself
bodily against Harry, straddling his lap and rubbing their members together.
The friction was sweet and sinful, Niall never having experienced this type of
pleasure. But Harry had more in store for Niall that night.
/
“Just relax,” Harry said, soothing him with a caress to his cheek.
Niall was lying on his back on the bed, his head resting on a soft pillow. His
face, and pretty much the expanse of his body, was flushed as Harry leaned in
from between his legs to kiss him. Then he felt the coldness of the lube on
Harry’s fingers inside him as it left the pink ring of muscle that Niall
offered for him.
“Harry, I—” Niall said nervously as he let his legs fall back down flat on the
bed.
Harry just shushed him. “It’ll feel good.” He gave him a reassuring smile, his
teeth glinting brightly against the soft lights. “I promise.” He placed a
soothing hand on Niall’s shin and pulled it back up, exposing Niall’s
untarnished cheeks.
A long breath blew out of his lips and Niall nodded. He looked at Harry as he
hovered above him, his muscles tensing as he lined himself against Niall’s
entrance.
“Ready?” Harry asked, lowering his face close to Niall’s to give him a
comforting kiss.
Niall was pulled into those brilliant green eyes and he knew that he wanted
their owner to use his body as he desired. To take every ounce of pleasure he
could. “Yeah,” Niall whispered. “I’m ready.”
And then Niall felt Harry push in slowly, breaching him—fucking him. There was
an acute pain and it was only slightly bearable. But as he watched Harry’s head
whip back with a hiss of lust, his hair tumbling along the sides of his face,
Niall felt an internal pool of heat gather inside him. And it felt so good.
When Harry was fully sheathed inside him, Niall let out a breath he had been
holding since the first waves of pain coursed through him. He felt an
unfamiliar fullness with another’s full manhood inside him. It was solid and
firm, unyielding but organic. It was unbelievably uncomfortable. But it was
also unbelievable sensual.
As Harry began to pull back, he peppered soft kisses against Niall’s rosy
cheeks. He whispered lustful musings to the pliant boy underneath him. He
whispered about how warm Niall feels against him. As Harry left a kiss against
the shell of his ear, he told Niall how nice he felt being enveloped, warm and
tight.
Niall grinned at the words and grabbed Harry’s lips with his. Harry then felt
Niall was fine and began to thrust forwards and then pull back, repeating his
actions to the satisfied moans of the blonde boy he was so tenderly bedding.
Harry, for his part, grunted with each careful thrust, taking caution to not
hurt Niall.
“Damn,” Niall cursed after the first few thrusts. “You’re too big.”
Harry chuckled at that. “Thanks. But I think it’s ‘cause…” Harry paused to give
a particularly hard thrust. Niall cried out, not in pain, but in surprised
enjoyment. “…you’re too tight.” They continued like that, whispering and crying
out, thrusting and moaning. Just taking and giving pleasure as only teenagers
could.
Niall couldn’t get enough of Harry. His words were like honey pouring slowly
from the jar. His body was strong like the marbles of the classical age. His
tattoos were like a labyrinth one would get lost in. His eyes were verdant like
the rolling green hills of his home country. But his cock was like a bullet
being shot into him time and time again. And instead of feeling threatened,
Niall only got a sense of being pleasured.
Soon, Niall couldn’t take it anymore. He started fisting his cock in between
their gliding bodies furiously. Harry’s lips parted in a gratified smile as he
watched the debauched boy wanking in front of him. He picked up Niall’s legs
and made them wrap around his hips and started to thrust faster and more
forceful.
It didn’t take long for Niall to cry out Harry’s name as his come burst out in
spurts, coating their midsections in white arches. Harry pulled out immediately
after and started to jerk himself while watching Niall revel in his post-orgasm
high.
Harry came with a low shout and the muscles in his neck were made quite
visible. Niall watched through glazed eyes as the muscles of his pecs bulged
and his abs tightened and loosened. He had hands roaming all the angles on
Harry’s torso as he watched white come fly towards his chest.
Harry collapsed on top of him with a grunt, breathing deeply and smearing sweat
and come on their chests and stomachs. The breath was knocked out of Niall. So
he just decided to take some from Harry in a breath stealing kiss that Harry
was only too happy to give.
/
Louis had passed out in the living room not too long after the spin-the-bottle
game. He had discussed with Niall that he would be designated driver since
Louis would definitely have been drinking. But as he woke up to a pile of other
students’ bums in his face on the living room floor, he knew that Niall didn’t
take him home that night.
If the moans from Harry’s room were anything to go by, Louis thought. He
would’ve laughed but his head had decided to be a bitch and remind him he had a
hangover. It’s going to be a long day.
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