One Direction are a British boy band who was formed a year ago on the X Factor. They finished third. The band's members are Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson. This is a fanfiction and I suggest you try finding out more about the guys if you don't know who they are, before reading this. Also, this is a fictional story that does not intend to say anything about the characters' sexuality and private lives in reality. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language. I wish to keep all rights on this story. If you want to reproduce any part of it, you must contact me for permission. Please, do understand that I put a lot of effort in this. For any comments and suggestions: firstname.lastname@example.org
He smiles at me and snuggles up closer, and it's bright and hazy. I get the urge to hold and protect him and his hands are rought but warm and he calls my name in a whisper and I drown in the sweet smell of his blond hair and then I'm falling, falling, falling into comfortable darkness...
Someone was shaking my shoulder. My eyes opened drowsily. A groan escaped my lips. My hand shot to shield my eyes.
`C'mon, wake up. You gotta come out and see this.' Harry's nosey voice boomed over me.
I scooted far from him.
"I need ten more minutes."
"Nooo! You're missing out on all the fun! Come on, you'll grab a coke, you'll sleep on the flight." he tugged on my blanket.
I uncovered my eyes. He was smiling, curls framing his cute face.
"You've dressed." boxers is quite a lot of clothing for him. It's...10 am, after all.
Harry grinned just as music started blasting from the corridor. Ah. I grinned up at him. Those boys...
I threw the covers off my body and followed Harry's hot bum (see, I'm getting better at this, I just admitted Harry's ass is sexually appealing) out of the room.
Not much could be seen in the dim light of the corridor until Zayn opened the door to the room opposite of mine and Niall's. Oh wow. Have you ever been in the presence of three toned lads with ruffled hair in just their boxers who are dancing to Can't Touch This? Yeah, I almost fainted too.
Spins, dodges, ass shakes, hands in the air...
"Follow the video, follow the video, look at those jumps yeah!" Louis was the most enthusiastic as always, Harry following his moves with a satisfied expression, Niall on the verge of giving up because of the laughter rising in his throat.
Yeah, side to side, jump and throw those legs in opposite directions. The guys were really too uncoordinated in the small space to do anything properly, but they sure weren't giving up! I was laughing my ass off next to Zayn when it occurred to me that this may need to be filmed.
"Get a camera, get a camera, Zayn!"
"Noo, you're not filming this!" shouted Niall through laughter and held up his hands.
Oh yea I am, you think I won't like to have a little more jack off material?
"Come on, potato, crotch thrust, do it with me, do it with me!" Louis jumped next to him and forced Harry on his other side.
"ZAYN, GET THE FUCKING-yeah, quick."
I turned the camera on just in time to capture three lads grabbing their crotches and thrusting forward unsynchronisedly. Louis proceeded with rocking his body from side to side, drawing circles with his hands and slapping his cheeks rhytmically, while Harry and my sexy Irishman, already given up, laughed from the sides.
The song came to an abrupt ending and Louis froze.
"Come on, come on, play something else, I wanna film more of this!" I said and moved forward to stick Zayn's phone in Niall's face.
"Kay, Niall, this one's for you!" Louis started the song, and we all recognized the catchy beat with loud `ooohhh's even though Louis was blocking the screen.
"Dance, come on, woo!" he started shaking his ass again.
For you I'd write a symphony
Louis made an emotional face at the invisible object of his love.
I'd tell the violin, it's time to sink or swim
Niall was dancing in sync with the dance in the video and Harry was repeating his gestures, while Lou did his own thing. I handed Zayn the camera. I moved next to my boy and tried to follow the video, unsuccessfully of course.
"You know the dance?"
"Only the part in the beginning where Justin dances." he laughed embarrasedly.
"I JUST NEED SOMEBODY TO LOoOOOooOoOOVEEE" we all sang and I grabbed Niall the way Harry grabbed Louis.
Zayn laughed circling us with the camera while we emotionally moved around each other, the confession of how much we need somebody to love in every spin. I enjoyed touching Niall and cherished the times when he touched me. And it was a brotherly touch, from both sides, even of mine was full of mixed love.
The song ended.
"Well that was fun. I have to pee." Louis hurried into his and Harry's room and closed the door, locking Harry outside.
"Lads, we can't let anyone see that video!" Niall said through laughter.
"Why, I think the world needs-"
"Louis, open the door! Open the goddam door, I need to start dressing for the signing!"
"-to know about this." Zayn said.
"Yeah because you aren't in it.." I honestly didn't mind though, we do what we do.
"Louis Tomlinson, open that door!"
"Give me a second, babe!"
"I'm gonna tickle the crap out of you, open the door!"
"Liam? Should we maybe upload it to YouTube?" Zayn grinned at Niall.
"Louis, sweetie, would you open the door for me?"
"Nanaannanaaa-nanana, never mind I'll find, someone like youuuuuu..."
"Yeah, I think if the team edited it a bit in terms of quality of the sound and the picture, it will be great for YouTube. Or...should we make it like..like people need to unlock it first, to see it?" I contemplated.
"You mean like what we did with the 1DCyberPunk whatever stuff?"
"Yea, exactly. Let's just talk to the team first."
Niall shook his head smiling and went back to our room. Harry had his back pressed against the wall to the side of the door to their room. Next thing you know, Louis sticks his head out of the room and Harry's barging in. Sweet boy laughter echoed. Me and Zayn returned to our rooms smiling happily.
Life with four brothers is great fun, okay?
My gorgeous love was sprawled on his bed in all his morning beauty. I went out on the balcony and breathed the slightly polluted air. It was a beautiful late morning, with a clear sky, glistening ocean and the din of people in their vehicles headed out to do their business.
The breeze rolled into our room, forcing Niall to cover himself up from the waist down. I looked through my shirts and took a few out. Next I laid two pairs of pants on my bed. Now shoes. Nah, I'll figure the shoes out later. Okayy, do we want to look casual or a little more formal?
"Aren't you gonna get dressed?" I asked over my shoulder.
Yeah, just a t-shirt and a hoodie. It's quite hot outside, maybe..maybe shorts.
"When do we have to be ready?"
"We have to be in the lobby at 12, I think."
"Are we coming back here after the signing?"
Okay, so it's the white California Republic shirt aand..the gray shorts.
"No, I don't think so, the flight's at 6 or so."
I sorted my clothes out, laid the ones I was going to wear later on my bed, put the rest back nicely in my suitcase. On my way to get a towel from the bathroom I noticed the little green-white box with ointment on the table.
"Did you treat your bruise this morning?" I called non chalantly from the bathroom, I didn't want to sound accussing or anything, he shouldn't have to lie to me.
He was silent. I emerged from the bathroom, towel in my hands, trying not to show how mad/disappointed I am. I looked at him expectantly, but calmly too.
"It still hurts, I had to sleep on my back all night or it would hurt too much."
I fumbled with my belongings, trying to stay as calm as possible while looking for the bag with clean underwear. Niall was silent again, but I could tell he was watching me.
"Can you..do it for me again?"
Stay cool, Liam, stay cool.
I turned around with a distracted expression. Keeping feelings under control can be hard. Yes.
"Sure, do you want me to do it now or after I get out of the shower?"
"Now, I guess, cause I'm gonna take a shower too later and I want it to..well, dry out, you now."
I took the balm and sat on the side of his bed, trying very hard not to show how eager I was to do this. I pulled the covers off my boy's body. I bit my lip at the sight of the purple spot that now had a shade of green here and there too.
"I'll be careful." I said to answer his unspoken question.
I was even more gentle in handling the treatment of my love's bruise that time. I applied more of the ointment, to make sure it heals faster.
"Hey, do you think Harry and Louis...?" I asked while dipping my fingers in the white substance.
"Well it sure would be pretty cool.." I laughed and he shook his head. "Okay, almost done."
I moved closer because I was gonna do the most badly hurt part of his belly, so I wanted to see better, and my arm brushed the soft fabric of his boxers. I muttered an apologize and we laughed about it, like we always do in such situations. But then as I was leaning close to spread the medicine I couldn't help but throw a furtive glance in the direction of his crotch.
Something there was swelling and rising.
I went on applying the ointment and looked up.
He was biting his on his lower lip.
A pulse ran through my body and rested in the tips of my fingers and along my jaw. My dick jumped. The pulse wasn't going away, quietly buzzing in my fingers. I leaned in closer and tried to focus on the task at hand.
"All done." I said shakily and faked a smile.
He knew I'd noticed. Usually we'd joke about either of us getting hard, but this time I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I quickly grabbed my towel and ran into the bathroom, stopping only to put on my flip flops. Normally I'd take my boxers off in the room, but not this time.
The spray of warm water hit the top of my head, rained on my shoulders and
flowed down my body. My erection wasn't going down. Shocker. A bit of shampoo
should do for lube. I closed my eyes and grasped my boner. Images of Niall
dancing half naked, Niall grabbing his crotch, Niall biting his lip, Niall
getting a boner as if just waiting for me to crawl over him and take care of
it, flashed through my mind and the pulse was back, buzzing stronger than ever
in my toes, along my jaw line, at the tip of my dick.
I pressed my forehead to the shower door and picked up my pace, now holding my balls tightly. Yes. I'd take care of it alright, I'd lick and suck and nuzzle and lick again, and I'd drink his moans directly from his lips. Yes. My hand on my dick was blur, squeezing, doing circular motions, massaging the head, and, yes, oh God, yes, there it is...
My balls drew tight to my body, my knees buckled, the world burned, ecstasy enveloped my mind and body and I put all my strength in stiffling a scream while several jets of hot creamy fluid flew from the tip of my dick and onto the shower door.
I panted. Oh God. Oh Lord. Oh Sweet Mother Of Jesus. Oh Holy Indian Cow and other godly figures like Budha and Shiva. Suddenly aware of the sound of the water and the TV in the room again, I started panicking. How long did this take me? Not too long, right? I think it was pretty fast actually. Wow. I haven't had an orgasm this good in a looong time.
I quickly washed my hair and started soaping up my body. I was working on my legs when Niall knocked on the door, saying he needed to pee. I couldn't say no, of course. Thank God the shower door wasn't transparent. He entered and about with his business. Now, we're brothers, we're best friends, we have no problem walking around each other naked or anything (even if I'm mad in love with him, yes), but this...It's just...okay, shower time is something very intimate and private for both of us. And we know it very well.
I'm not mad because he violated my privacy, in a way, but it's very peculiar - he is coming into my most special and intimate...moments, you know? What if I had been in the process of getting off? In a way this is great. It's like..we're much closer. But...
Am I overthinking this?
Hey, what about the boner. I never really thought about that. Did he get hard because I was touching him? Or because my hand happened to brush past his dick? Or...or because we mentioned Harry and Louis? Or just late morning wood?
Yeah, I'm overthinking it.
I got out of the shower and Niall went in after me. I needed to shave , but it was getting pretty late, so, nervous as hell, I decided to try Niall's tricks.
"Nialler, I need to shave, I'm coming in!"
Okay. He didn't show any signs of embarrasment while I spread the shaving foam over my cheeks.
"Sing to me!"
He chuckled adorably.
"What do you want me to sing? I haven't sung in the shower in ages, wow."
"Your choice." I carefully brought the razor to my cheek.
"Okay...Hey, have you seen this movie, Stand By Me?"
"I think so. A long time ago though. Why?"
"Well, there's this song from the soundtrack of that movie, Lollipop by The Chordettes. I used to sing it while showering a lot after seeing the movie, which is amazing bu the way, you should watch it."
"We'll watch it together sometime." and then something in my chest fluttered.
Lollipop, Lollipop, oh-lolli-lolli-lolli
Lollipop, Lollipop, oh-lolli-lolli-lolli
Lollipop, Lollipop, oh-lolli-lolli-lolli
He made a poping sound with his finger and I laughed. That kid. He went on about how he calls his baby `lollipop' and about apple pie, and I conveniently pretended he was singing about me while I contemplated whether I should shave the light stubble framing my mouth.
"Hey! Hey, shut up for a minute. Will I look good with a goatee of some sort? Or something?"
My wet leprechaun poked his head through the shower door and considered the foam frame around my mouth.
"No, I don't think so. Your face..I don't know, it's just not the type a goatee or a moustache would look good on. You could try light stubble though."
I finished shaving my face, and Niall continued his cheerful song about long gone times of fairs where they sell candy on a stick and people are as careless as they can be.
By the time I was done packing and getting dressed, Niall was still half naked mooning about in search of his socks, so I decided to go down to the lobby, get a drink and wait for everyone to come down.
Zayn was leaving his room just as I left mine. He looked stunning in a white wife beater and dark lumberjack shirt. Wow. He gave me one of those unreadable stares, then his eyes slid down my body.
Is he checking me out?!
He bit his lower lip, turned and proceeded down the corridor without a word.
The signing was good. Girls poured in the big hall like a herd of wild savannah animals, screaming as if they'd seen One Direction. Oh wait.
The instructions of the management were to just go straight about what happened last night with as little detail as possible. Pictures had already made it to...all over the internet, pretty much. But the bosses were understanding. Kind of. Yeah, I did get a serious scolding for letting things get a little out of control, but at least Niall's mum said I'd done exactly what I was supposed to.
I'm so glad to finally head home. We have a month of leisure ahead of us. I really wanna go see friends, family and other animals of the sort and do some serious sleeping.
We landed in New York at precisely 9:38 pm and braced ourselves for two solid hours of waiting for our transatlantic flight. Even though it was summer, there weren't too many people at the airport. Probably because it was a weekday? I guess.
I settled in a comfortable seat next to the gate which we'd be leaving through later on and took out a hardcover volume of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince in a perfect condition.
"Hey, Dumbledore, slow down on that book or soon you'll be running around straddling a broom!" Zayn said and laughed sexily from the row of seat across me while looking for somewhere to plug in the charger of his laptop.
"Hush, that guy, the main character, is named after me, that's a great book!" replied Harry.
I opened the beautiful book and was met with the familiar smell of paper. Ah. Such a great moment.
And then a fantasticaly gorgeous creature under the name of Niall James Horan plopped down in the seat next to mine. He smiled, and it hit me, the clear memory of my dream. Oh boy.
I licked my lips.
"Mind if I lie down?" he asked.
"Nope." came the dry answer.
He took out a book for himself, moved around and finally laid his head comfortably on my thigh. I caught a glimpse of the funny cover: The Westing Game, before he opened the book, sighed contently and started reading.
"Haven't heard of that book, what's it about?"
"It's a bit confusing, I'm still in the beginning, but I think it's some sort of a funny mystery novel. They're all a bunch of weirdos that have to find a treasure or something."
My hand hesitated over his body for a long moment, and then shyly settled on his chest. His piercing blue eyes met mine. I like to think something passed between us in that moment. He looked down at his book again, almost dropping it.
My world was perfect then. But it was also a complete disaster. So close, yet so far away...I could try and enjoy it, right? A feeble attempt at settling things, but I'd go with it.
I smiled. I rubbed the beautiful boy's cotton covered chest and marveled the delicate yet so masculine charm of his face.
Zayn was smiling, looking at us. He took out his phone and snapped a picture, then blew a kiss to my pouty expression.
I smiled back and then bore into the world of wizardry and ginger kids.