Date: Sun, 4 May 2014 18:56:14 +0100
From: David James <tennistales@outlook.com>
Subject: Dirty One Direction

*Disclaimer* This is a fictitious story, in no way do I know the sexual
desires of any of the celebrities included in this or any other stories I
may write.

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Chapter 2:

Almost a month had passed since Niall's pleasure-filled night in Los
Angeles, and the band were on the road again, touring South
America. Currently they were in Peru, playing to massive audiences in
arenas all over the country. None of the boys could believe just how
popular they were. No matter where they went, they always seemed to be
joined by thousands of screaming girls, whether they were in Peru or France
or Australia. It was obviously flattering, but at times it could be
incredibly draining.

After a concert one night in Lima, the guys quickly came off stage and were
immediately whisked away to their hotel in five Land Rovers with blacked
out windows, hoping to evade the screaming fans. Sure enough, when they
reached the hotel, there were no screaming girls to be seen, no paparazzi
hiding behind bushes, nothing. The guys hopped out of their chauffeur
driven jeeps and hurriedly entered the hotel, together with one of their
tour managers, Tom, who took care of their accommodation. Tom went up to
the desk in the foyer, while the five band members sat on some of the many
chairs dotted around the foyer. They talked about the show they had just
put on, laughing at the number of pairs of girls underwear which had been
thrown on stage, particularly when Harry was singing solo. Liam joked that
Harry wasn't interested as the girls were only in their late teens, about
twenty years too young for him. Niall, Louis and Zayn all laughed, whereas
Harry shot Liam a disapproving look, mouthing, "Fuck up", however he too
soon broke into a smile and laughed slightly at the joke. After a few
minutes, Tom returned to the group. "OK guys, there's been a bit of a fuck
up with the rooms." he said. "What?" they asked. "Well when we booked this
hotel for you last week, we booked five en-suite rooms on the top floor and
we were told that was fine, but now the hotel manager says they only have
four. If you want, I'll try to find another hotel nearby or something." All
five of the boys said that he didn't have to do that and that two of them
would simply share a room, after all, they'd done it before. Tom breathed a
sigh of relief, "That's great, guys." Anyway, I'm going to the bar for a
quick drink before bed, I'll leave you to decide who has to share the
room." With that, he strode off to the bar, which was surprisingly still
open, despite the fact that it was past midnight and the hotel seemed to be
deserted, except for a few members of staff sitting behind the foyer
desk. "OK, who has to share the room?" Louis asked. Each boy in turn said
"Not me" and they argued for several minutes, failing to reach a
decision. As a result, Harry, ever the mature one, suggested that they have
a race, with the last two boys to reach the top floor having to share the
room. To make it fairer, they weren't allowed to use the elevators, only
the stairs. Niall protested at this, having only had surgery on his knee
less than two months ago, seriously doubting whether he could run up
however many flights of stairs. "Ah, tough luck, Ni!" Louis said, before
jumping up from his seat and sprinting to the stairs at the other side of
the foyer, leaping up them 2 at a time. "Hey, fucker, that's cheating!"
roared Harry, before he too leapt up and followed Louis up the
stairs. Liam, Zayn and Niall quickly followed, however it soon became
obvious that Niall was in no fit state to be running anywhere. After three
flights of stairs, his knee began to hurt and he was slowed to a hobble,
all of the other lads already way ahead of him. "Bastards" he muttered to
himself, as he continued his slow progress up the stairs. When he
eventually reached the top floor, he was greeted by the rest of the band,
who started jeering. "Finally mate, we were about to send out a search
party!" laughed Liam. "How about shut the fuck up?!" Niall retorted. "Oooh
somebody's got his knickers in a twist!" snorted Zayn. Niall shot him a
withering look. "Anyway, which of you bastards do I have to stay with
tonight?" Niall asked. "Zayn", Louis chirped, smirking, "He tripped over
his shoelace on the way up!" "Not the snorer!" Niall moaned, rolling his
eyes. "Sorry mate," Zayn smirked, "I'll try to keep the snoring down!"
"Enough of the chat, we've decided to head down to the bar for a drink or
two," said Harry, "you coming, Ni?" "You're seriously telling me that I
walked up like a thousand stairs only to go straight back down again?!"
Niall said in mock anger. "Yeah, sorry buddy, we can take the elevator now
though." Harry said, ruffling Niall's hair. "Alright then" Niall agreed,
and all five headed for the elevator.

After over an hour of constant drinking with Tom, the guys were pretty
drunk, particularly Zayn and Liam, who really couldn't handle their
drink. "One last round!" Niall announced, waving the bartender over and
ordering 6 tequilas. They each downed the shots and sucked on the lemon,
Liam retching slightly at the strong taste. "Alright lads, time for bed!"
Tom announced, and they all stood up and staggered towards the
elevator. When they reached the top floor, they said their "good-nights"
and parted ways, heading towards their own rooms, Niall and Zayn heading
towards the one at the furthest end of the corridor, Zayn leaning slightly
on Niall's shoulder. When they reached the doorway, Zayn dug around in his
pocket for the key-card, and after several attempts he managed to insert it
into the slot. They entered the room, with its large double bed the focal
point. There were some generic paintings on the wall and a small fridge in
the corner. Zayn staggered to the bed, throwing himself and giggling like a
child. Niall shook his head slightly and thought to himself "Why am I stuck
with him?!" He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer, opening
it and drinking it quickly. "Hey, give me one!" Zayn shouted over.  "I
think you've had enough mate!" Niall said, walking over and sitting on the
end of the bed. Zayn laughed again, "I'm not even drunk!" he said, and
promptly burst out laughing. Niall couldn't help but laugh too. "Go to bed,
Zayn!" he said, getting up, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Niall got up
and swayed to the bathroom, his head spinning a little, maybe he was more
drunk than he thought! He locked the bathroom door and staggered to the
sink, where there was a mirror. He stared at his reflection, his eyes were
red and bloodshot and his face was blotchy, like it always was when he was
drunk. "Shit" he said, he was probably going to have a hangover in the
morning. He splashed some cold water over himself from the tap and brushed
his teeth. He kicked off his shoes, removed his jeans and shirt, leaving on
only his loose fitting boxers and left them in a pile before returning to
the bedroom. Zayn had climbed under the covers and was drifting between
being awake and sleeping. Every so often his eyes would droop closed only
for them to flash open a few seconds later. Niall chuckled to himself. He
switched off the light and climbed into the bed too, pulling some of the
covers away from Zayn, who had been hogging them. "Hey!" Zayn mumbled in
protest, but he was too drunk to do anything. "Night Zayn." Niall
laughed. Zayn mumbled something incomprehensible in response. Niall closed
his eyes and drifted off to sleep, already hearing the light snores coming
from the other side of the bed.

Niall woke up with a start. He squinted in the darkness, there was no sign
of light so it must have still been night. He glanced at his watch, it had
just gone half three. He had only been asleep for around an hour, he
wondered what could have woken him. He heard Zayn's heavy rhythmic
breathing . Niall looked slightly over towards Zayn, who was fast
asleep. In between his deep breaths he was muttering something which Niall
couldn't quite understand. He slid closer towards Zayn, trying to decipher
what he was saying. He seemed to be moaning lightly. Niall thought he must
be having a dream. He rolled back over to his side of the bed when he heard
it. "Oh Niall, yes." His heart stopped. Did he just hear that? Did Zayn
just moan his name in his dream? Niall began to panic. Zayn was straight,
he was engaged to Perrie, so why the fuck was he moaning his name? He
wanted to wake him up and ask him what was going on, but that wouldn't
solve anything, it would just make things even more awkward than they were
already going to be. Then he heard it again, "Oh Niall, yeah, just like
that!" He turned to face Zayn, wondering if he was actually awake and just
playing some sick joke. He squinted through the darkness but he couldn't
see Zayn's face properly. He leaned closer. Zayn's eyes were tightly
closed. He was definitely asleep. And what was more, when Niall looked
down, he seen a bulge poking up through the blankets, right where Zayn's
dick would be. His heart seemed to stop again. Niall's head was
spinning. This wasn't happening. His best mate wasn't having a wet dream
about him. But no matter how many times he said it to himself, it didn't
stop it from being true. What disgusted Niall the most wasn't the fact that
Zayn was having dreams about him, it was the fact that all Niall could
think about was taking a look under the covers to see Zayn's bulge. Niall
wasn't gay, he'd had sex with girls before, and he was fucking good at
it. He loved tits and ass. And yet all he wanted to do now was look at his
best friend's dick. He felt ashamed of himself. And yet he couldn't help
it. He took a few deep breaths, weighing up what he was about to do. Then
he couldn't resist any more. He ducked his head under the blankets, looking
towards the area where Zayn'd bulge was, but it was pitch black and he
couldn't see anything. "Damn" he thought to himself. He pulled his head up
over the blankets again. Zayn was continuing to moan and breath
heavily. Suddenly, Niall grabbed the top of the blanket and threw it back,
uncovering both himself and Zayn. He gasped. Zayn was completely naked. His
dark skinned, smooth torso rising and falling to the rhythm of his deep
breaths. Through the dim light, Niall's eyes travelled downward and he
couldn't believe what he was looking at. He'd seen Zayn naked before as the
band had spent so much time together over the years, but he'd only seen
glimpses of his dick when it was soft, however now it was only feet away
and hard as a rock. It looked to be similar in length to his own (around
seven inches), but it was much thicker. It looked to be almost as thick as
Niall's wrist. He looked at the dick, noticing the way it curved to the
left. His pubes seemed to be untrimmed from what Niall could see in the
darkness. He was staring intently when he heard Zayn stirring. He panicked
and tried to throw the covers back over both Zayn and himself but before he
could Zayn's eyes drifted open, squinting in the darkness. "Niall?" asked
groggily. "What are you doing?" He was still drunk from the night of
drinking. Niall's mouth was completely dry, his head went blank and he
seemed to lose the ability to talk. He lay stupidly, staring into
space. Zayn grabbed the blankets and pulled them over himself, his dick
becoming softer by the second. "Ni," Zayn said again, "What were you
doing?" "N-nothing" Niall stammered. "I-I-I'm not gay you know!" he said
dumbly. "Nobody said you were," Zayn said, "but the fact that you were
looking at my dick and the bulge in your boxers seems to give it away."
Niall had been so absorbed in staring at Zayn as he slept that he didn't
realise he was just as hard as Zayn, his dick tenting in his boxers. He had
never been as ashamed in all his life. His cheeks were burning crimson and
he was on the verge of tears. "I'm not gay!" he said again limply, tears
beginning to fall from his eyes. "Ni, it's OK, it's not a fucking crime!"
Zayn said. Even though he was still hammered and didn't fully understand
what the fuck was going on, he didn't like to see his friend upset. He
reached out to rub his shoulder and Niall completely broke down in floods
of tears, wailing that he was sorry. Zayn didn't quite know what to do so
he continued to rub Niall's shoulder, trying to sooth him. "Ssh Ni, it's
OK." he whispered. No matter what he said, he couldn't get Niall to stop
crying. After what felt like an age, his sobs slowly died away. He looked
across to Zayn, still feeling ashamed to have been caught looking at
him. "I didn't mean to do it." he whispered, his voice catching in his
throat as he spoke. "It's OK, Ni, don't worry!" Zayn smiled. Finally Niall
admitted it, "I'm gay." he said, before bursting into tears again. He had
tried to deny it for so long, tried to tell himself it was a phase. He had
been with girls to try and cover it up, but he always knew, deep down, that
it was all a lie. He had never openly said it before and that was why he
broke down again. Zayn continued to do his best to sooth him. He reached
out his hand and wiped away the tears from Niall's cheeks. Niall looked up
at him and said, "Do you hate me now?" "Hate you? Ni how could I hate you?"
Zayn smiled again. Niall returned the smile, feeling a huge sense of
relief, when suddenly he remembered what had cause him to wake up in the
first place- Zayn moaning his name. His smile quickly faded and he began to
feel uncomfortable again. Zayn noticed this, "What is it?" he
asked. "Nothing." Niall responded. "Come on Niall, just say whatever it is
that's bothering you." he said reassuringly. Niall breathed deeply, he'd
already told Zayn everything else, he may as well tell him this too, "OK,
well it's kinda awkward but I woke up and heard you sort of umm talking in
your sleep. You umm mentioned my name a few times." Now it was Zayn's turn
to turn red with embarrassment. "Oh, right." Zayn said sheepishly. Niall
recognised Zayn's discomfort and tried to diffuse the awkwardness. "I'm
sure it was nothing." he said hurriedly. Zayn replied, "Actually, Ni, it
was something. I wasn't ever going to say anything but since you told me
all this stuff about you tonight, it would only be fair if I was honest
with you too." "OK" Niall said, trying to look as reassuring as
possible. Zayn breathed deeply, "Over this last year or so I've been
getting feelings for people. Guys, I mean. At first it was just passing
feelings like 'Oh that guy is quite hot' but they've got stronger as the
time has went on. Don't get me wrong, I love Perrie, she's my world, but I
can't help my feelings. I've never ever cheated on her but sometimes I get
dreams where I'm "with" other people and sometimes these people are guys. I
think I might be bi." Zayn admitted, looking nervously at Niall. "Well
fucking hell, tonight's been a bit of a tell-all!" Niall laughed. Zayn
couldn't help but laugh too. He was relieved that Niall had been so
understanding and that he had been able to tell someone about his
feelings. "I still have one more question." Niall said. "Sure" Zayn
smiled. "You said you'd been having dreams about people and tonight you
were saying my name in your sleep." Niall said, with a half smirk. "Yeah."
Zayn said sheepishly, getting embarrassed yet again. "So what does that
mean?" Niall asked, now smirking broadly. He was back to his old, joking
self. "Shut up, Ni, you know what it means!" Zayn said. They both smiled at
each other for a few seconds, allowing the revelations of the past half
hour to sink in. Niall looked into Zayn's deep brown eyes and he felt
comfortable and safe. He had never felt this way before with anyone. It was
crazy, he had known Zayn for so long and he never felt this way about him
before. It was as if his eyes had been closed for so long and now they had
finally been opened. He lay his hand on the bed halfway between himself and
Zayn. Zayn reached up his hand and touched Niall's. It was as if a bolt of
electicity came between them. Their fingers intertwined, Zayn's long,
slender dark fingers contrasting with Niall's which were shorter and
lighter. They were still staring into each other's eyes. Niall leaned
slightly forward towards Zayn, and Zayn responded with the same
action. Their faces were now less than an inch apart. Niall could smell the
alcohol on Zayn's breath. Their hearts were racing, thumping loudly. They
both smiled at each other, before Niall leaned in and their lips
connected. Niall pressed his tongue against Zayn's lips before they opened
and allowed Nialls tongue to enter. Their tongues fought for control, Niall
eventually winning out. Niall began to grow in confidence, stretching out
his arm under the bed covers and running it over Zayn's chest, tweaking his
nipples, causing Zayn to moan loudly into Niall's mouth. Zayn too began to
stretch out his free hand and rub Niall's chest, his fingers running
through the hairs. Both guys were now moaning heavily, and Niall could feel
his dick growing again in his boxers. He broke free from the kiss. "How
about we take this up a level or two?" he smiled. "You bet!" Zayn grinned
back.

***

Sorry guys for the lack of "action" in this chapter, I felt it was
important to establish Niall and Zayn's character's a bit rather than jump
into full-on sex with no context or reasoning! Trust me, the next chapter
will make up for it! Also, sorry for any typo's as there was no spell-check
on the computer!

Again, any feedback and input would be more than welcome!

Email: tennistales@outlook.com