Hey guys. This is my first chapter to my story Different Directions. Hope you like it and please send me feedback. I do not know the boys or their sexual orientation this is 100% fiction and created by me. Please do not copy without my consent and please enjoy :)
Chapter 1
I gazed at him from a distance, my heart raced. It just occurred to me what he does to my insides. Everything. His eyes are as blue and deep as the sea he is bathing in and I can't take my eyes of him. Niall. My amazingly cute and talented friend. I scoff at that word. I want more. I've been gazing for an awkward amount of time now. Shit. What if he notices me. I quickly glance at the other boys. Watching the water wave down their amazingly toned bodies. I sigh. How can I come to terms with this. Homo. Poof. Queer. GAY. Even those words make me shiver in my own body. I'm glad I wear my ray-bans because there's a gentle tear streaming down my face. I think about the other night. When Harry got a tweet from a gay fan saying he was in love with him. And the horror on everyone's faces as if it was disgusting. I laughed like the rest but inside I was howling. I continue my gaze on the Irish boy with a heartwarming smile. My tear quickly fades as he walks towards me. Those shorts. That place in between his naval and his thigh. That place. Moving with the motion of his body, my soul seeks it. Needs it.
"Why aren't you swimming? The water is beautiful" he yells, over the waves and and the wind.
"It's too salty. And it always goes in my mouth" I murmur, not realising my words.
He stares at me for a second and his sphinx like grin grows across his face. He joins me sharing the towel I'm lying on. Gazing at him, I'm silent. My hearts racing faster and faster. Can he hear it?
"What?" He looks at me confused.
I stare at my hands saying nothing. He's propped up on his elbow and he's leaning down staring at me. His hand briskly touches my leg and I jump.
"Your not yourself today, whatsup?" He looks so young. So innocent. Although I know that's not the case having lived in the bedroom next to his the past 2 years. He's girl obsessed. And the famous thing makes it pretty easy to get girls back to the house.
"I'm just tired is all" I squeak.
"Too much sex last night Li?!"
His question startles me. Considering I've not had a girlfriend in the two years where's he getting this?
"Adams pretty good looking ? He not your type?" He explains with a tilt to his head. Gawking at me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"What?" I say startled?! He knows? How. When. Why.
"Or there's always johnny? He's definitely got something about him."
I stare at him. For what seems like minutes. Eventually I pull every courageous bone in my body together and reply.
"What you talking about?" I winge. Sounding angry. Oh no.
"We'll your gay so I thought I'd try and set you up with someone"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Niall, my Niall who I adore wants to set me up. I begin to cry. No not here. Not now. He quickly glances in my eye. His pupils are so dark and dilated. His arm reaches for my shoulder but I pull away and stand up. Immediately he repeats my actions and grabs me in a bear hug. My head on his chest. The tears are everywhere now. He grabs my hair and fists through it, slowly touching my cheek. I've never felt his touch this way before. We've always joked around and hugged. But I feel different. And I think he does too. Before I know it he's got me at arms length staring wildly over my half naked body and runs his fingers down my chest. His eyes have gone dark. What's he thinking? Tell me please.
I take my sun glasses off and my eyes are all puffy and red. He wipes the tear from my eye and rubs it on his shorts.
"You know I don't care you're gay right? I don't think the other lads know so if you don't want to tell anyone yet, it's okay. You're okay" his words fall nervously from his lips and I can't look him in the eye. His blue eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes.
"It's you" I murmur. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck what am I doing. "It's you who made me like this" what am I doing! Shut up. I can't control my words and I'm shaking like a leaf.
He stares helplessly at the ground as if he's lost. His eyes wander around us but mine are kept solely on his.
"Oh" he replies.
Oh? Oh fuck? Oh yes? Oh no? What!?
"Well uhmm" he continues his speech. But his eyes are still in the world around us. Not on me.
"Are you sure?" He mutters
I continue staring at him and I think he gets it. I love him. We both turn to the other boys to make sure they're still in the water. Zayne is on Harry's shoulders and Louis is splashing them. They're having so much fun. Niall giggles. His lips so wide with his perfect teeth on show.
"They're so childish sometimes but Louis makes me laugh." He says through his smile. "Come on, lets go have fun. We only have another day left here" he grabs my hand and marches me to the ocean. The Mediterranean is so clear. You can see the ground from 2 metres deep. Beautiful. Like Irish.
We joke around and laugh for the rest of the afternoon, tickling splashing and pushing each other.
When sunset arrives we are back at the villa and Harry is making dinner. Nuggets and chips. Oh what an inventive chef he is. Chips were soggy and the nuggets were burnt. But we all choked it down not wanting to upset him. I'm sitting across from Niall. Irish as I call him. And he kicks my shin gently. His eyes dart to the stairs and I nod in agreement. When Louis and I have done the dishes it's 9pm. Irish is upstairs and I decided to breath and make my way to his room. Standing nervously at the door I knock and enter...
"Sit down Liam. Please" he explains. In a surprisingly good mood given the situation I've put him in.
"What's up Irish." I whisper, staring blankly at his cute face. I've spent so much time watching him I know it better than my own. The dimple on his right cheek or the frown lines on his forehead.
And before I know it he grabs my hair and throws me onto the bed. His arms searching my body as if I'm carrying a gun. His lips slowly reach mine and with his eyes closed he kisses me. This is it. This is what it feels like to kiss him. My head goes dizzy and I start to see black spots in my eyes. His tongue explores my mouth like a new found land and I can taste his sweet minty taste. My hands are now on his back scratching through his Abercrombie hoody and I start to pull it off. He stops me.
"What are you doing!" He shouts. "Uhm, I thought, I just, I wanted, you are.." I had no words for this situation. Irish stares at me in horror and then I realise. He's talking to himself. "Well... You were undressing me?" His smile is so shy but cheeky looking how could I not take his clothes off?
"I've wanted this for so long." I gasp as he bites down on my neck.
His teeth and tongue explore my now bare torso and the pleasure is amazing. New. He sucks on my left nipple whilst using his hands to massage the right on. The elongate with his sensitive but somehow naughty touch. What's he thinking? Is he gay. Surely I would know? I thought all gays had some sort or radar with these things. Although I'm not the most experienced. Without thinking I grab his Ireland in my hand and stroke it gently. His eyes are tightly shut and his lips are apart. He's moaning. Which means he likes it. YES! My subconscious does a lap of the field with a victory sign. I slowly pull his pants down all the way and remove his ck boxers. They outline his bulge so perfectly. His 7" member springs up and hits his chest. I stare at him aimlessly and he nods. I slowly wrap my lips around the head and begin my slow journey down his shaft. I inhale the beautiful scent of him. I play with his balls whilst my tongue explores forbidden Ireland. I gaze at him with my dark eyes but his head is back. His hips thrust to the motion of my sucking and he's just a little too rough. I don't care. My throat accepts him and my mouth is pushed tightly against his pelvis. He squirms and squeals.
"Fuuuuuck Liam." He whispers
His voice gives me a motive to to suck harder nibbling him on my way back. My throat is in agony but I'd do this forever. I play with his head for a moment and he cums. Squirt after squirt of pure white, fruity tasting liquid. I swallow most of it with some dribbling down my chin and onto his legs. He flinches. I'm done. He's done. It's done. Ireland has allowed me this. Was it out of attraction? Desperation or pity? I don't know but I really don't mind. I'd blow him all day.
We lie in silence for what seems like a lifetime not saying a word. I'm scared he's regretting it or ends up hating me. And before I know it he's wrapping his arms around me. His nose nuzzling in my hair taking in my scent of cum, sweat and head and shoulders. I kiss his chest and he groans.
"you should really go back to your room Li, it's getting late and I've still got to Skype my brother."
I die inside. I don't want to leave him. Ever.
"Oh, uhm yeah sure. What was this Niall? What does it mean?" I explain my voice sounding a tad desperate.
"It means you just sucked my dick and I enjoyed it. Lets not Look further into it yet okay? Goodnight." And like that, I'm lying in my own bed, crying into my pillow.
When sunrise comes I'm wide awake. Too many thoughts. Will breakfast be awkward? Will Niall want me to do it again? Will he hate me? Oh god please don't hate me. My subconscious slaps himself together and tells me to shut up. I listen for once and grab my shorts leaving my toned abs on show. I make my way downstairs and Harry is making something.
"Eggs?" he whispers
He's in his Abercrombie boxers again. My god. I gulp and give him a silent nod.
He plates up my over cooked eggs and burnt toast. Yum.
"What are we doing today?" I murmur.
"Uhm, I think Zayne want to go see a football match or something. I don't really care, it's our last day and I'm tired!" He looks too good to be tired and he explains our plans. His hair. The image of so many teens as the masturbate themselves I'm sure. His cheeky grin with his cherub-like smile. His biggish lips and beautiful white teeth. This boy, was hot.
"Nialler!" Harry shouts, livening up.
Shit. Ireland is here. What's he going to do. Say. How's he going to act. I'm scared.
As he walks past his hand reaches the small of my back and slides up and down, Harry is pre-occupied watching the flat screen in the kitchen. He's smiling at me.
"Good morning" he whispers
"Hi" I reply, looking confused and shocked.