Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2013 01:28:48 +0800 From: Graeme Brown Subject: Different Directions chapter 3 Here's my 3rd chapter to different directions. Thanks guys! I've had some great feedback and hopefully the more I write the more I get. Thanks again for letting me use the site :) makes me happy. Chapter 3 I woke up around 7am, hot. Harry has his legs intertwined between mine with his lips parted slightly. Beads of sweat drip down from his curly locks. How can he sleep! He seems to be smiling. It's cute. His arm is rested on my chest and his other hand is interlocked with my own. Oh. This is interesting. Dare I move? I decided to lie there basking in this wonderful heat. I feel wanted. Needed. Something I desire from Ireland. My mind wanders into thoughts of Ireland and his err Ireland. I crave it. When will he give it to me? "Morning" I hear a faint whisper from his parted lips. He looks rested. Noticing our position he apologies and stands. "It's cool" I tell him, maybe too eager. He winks. Damn. He looks good. He turns his back and slowly walks out the door. His boxers fitting tightly around his amazing body. They basically cuddle him. His back has all the right tones, muscles and I'm left admiring him. Maybe that's what he wanted? Seconds later Louis come barging in singing about our trip to LA. he's excited. I'm excited. He does a few rounds of the room then leaves. I stand up notice something. I'm naked. What the fuck? I'm dazzled by the sight of my own dick. Why am I naked? I ponder. Then it hits me. No, surely not. Surely Harry and I didn't.... Fuck. Did we? In the shower I take a few extra minutes than normal to rewash myself. Reaching for the Nivea body wash I trail my hands all over my body. Paying extra attention in between my legs. I wash my testicles and then reach up and grab my member. Stroking it gently. I squeeze the head and twist my hands around. It feels good. I stroke it a few more times and I'm hard. Very hard. And horny. I begin to ruthlessly tug at my member and let out a slight whimper. Too rough. Toning it down a notch I continue and start to caress my balls. Amazing. Using both hands I pleasure myself thinking of Harry draped around me this morning and nails dick in my mouth. My mouth in his dick. His mouth over my dick and my dick in his mouth. It all gets too much and before I can aim, I come. Shot after shot pours on the tiles on the wall and I'm squirming on the spot. I sit down with the water running through my hair and down past my legs... We're on the flight to LA and I begin to share Louis excitement. Los Angeles! We have such a busy 5 days ahead of us. From photo shoots, talkshows, a few red carpet events and a party at Simons place. Uncle Simon. Cowell that is. Apparently Justin will be there! I haven't seen him since the live shows on xfactor! This will be a good trip! We finally land after a quick stopover in New York and in exhausted. I was sitting next to Harry on the plane and his snoring kept me up. He was close. His head sometimes laying on my shoulder. I few times I leaned over and inhaled his godly scent from his hair. At the hotel we have 2 rooms, luck - or careful planning with our security team - land me an Niall in the same room. Single beds. Gutted. I smile at him as we get our instructions and start to unpack my suitcase. I take my guitar out and start strumming a melody I've been working on. Niall is watching me. Fuck his eyes. I stop and he nods as if I'm to continue. I wrote a song a few weeks ago about Ireland and about my lust and want for him. Should I really be playing it. In front of Niall. I shrug and continue. "You're still too far, still to far, from me. And I'm begin my heart beggin my heart, please Can you see me or do you see her Isit just me or am I falling apart" I strum chords whilst singing to him. His eyes light up with excitement and praise. I turn shy and blush. "That's amazing, what's it called?" He demands "Wanting you" Fuck. I say those two words far too seriously and he glances away. Shy? Embarrassed? Disgusted? Tell me babe please! He stares at me intently for what seems like forever. Never blinking I repeat his actions. He walks forward and lies on the bed next to me. Eyes on me. All me. Gazing at me like I'm on show he lifts his head to my face. He plants a soft kiss on the side of my lips and turn to face him. He repeats only this time I respond. And before I know it, my hands are all over his body. My heart and soul aches for this boy he must see it. Sense it. Feel it. My lips caress his jaw line, and down his throat. Nibbling on the collar bone I stare at Irish. He's perfect. His eyes are dark. I think it's lust. I hope it's lust. I'm lying on top of him, pressing my weight down slowly riding him fully clothed. His hands scratch my back through my t shirt, and it's achingly amazing. My lips are smothered in his and my hands are on either side of the pillow his head between. He pushes me further up and lifts up my shirt inhaling into my chest. Nivea. I love you. It seems to send him into a craze and he's sucking on my abs, working his tongue all around my stomach, dipping his tongue into my naval. It's beautiful. My dick is pulsing with his touch and I now have a full hard on under my jeans. He smiles and licks his lips. He undoes my belt and takes my trousers off. Slow. Peeling back the waistband my dick springs out like a jack in the box and he starts giggling. "What?" I moan, embarrassed. "You gave me a fright is all. Almost lost an eye!" He jokes. His laugh. Fuck me dead. His laugh. It's amazing. I want it as my ringtone. Irish accent coming through slightly with his cute snorts and girlish high pitched breathing so he doesn't suffocate. He stops. And stares at me with increasing tension. He pulls the collar of my shirt done towards my face so he's staring right into my eyes. To my soul. His lips attack me with the utmost force and I allow it. His tongue invading my mouth touching my throat. It's hard and fast. And passionate. Passion. The key ingredient to any kiss. And Niall definitely succeeds. Our faces pushing against each other with such force my lips are sore. It's worth it. His eyes are closed and soft whimpers come from within my mouth. His hands places at the back of my head presses mine to his. Passion. He eventually allows me to breath and I Stare at him. Serious eyes and expression. Panting loudly. From nowhere he yanks his trousers off and flips me so I'm facing down. Naked. I hear him in his wallet and he rips a foil packet and discards the wrapping on the floor. I'm stunned. Thanks for reading chapter 3 guys. And remember to support nifty.org and give a donation if you can :) again. I know nothing about the boys orientation or anything like that. This story is fictional and made by me with some inspiration from a few other direction stories on nifty. Thanks :) graeme! Oh and another thing! Please send me some feedback! I love it. Makes my day!