Late Night Calls (Narry)

Chapter 22 [!]

That next morning it was Harry who woke up first. It was Harry lying beside Niall, looking over at him and contemplating whether or not he wanted to give Niall something great he could wake up to, or because of.

Harry was a bit nervous about it because he didn't want to be terrible at giving Niall something pleasurable in return. It was difficult for Harry because there were plenty of things he hasn't experienced sexually with another man yet. Now, he was in bed with one of the greatest men he believed he's ever had the chance to meet. He wanted to be worthy of getting to be with Niall.

His teeth were lightly resting on his bottom lip while he tried talking himself into not worrying about how bad he could possibly be. Maybe Niall would like that and then Harry would be completely embarrassed and a bit shy; just how Niall likes him to be. 

Quietly, Harry pushed Niall's duvet off his body and carefully shifted so he was on his hands a knees. He didn't want to wake Niall before anything really happened because then his plan would truly fail.

He licked over his dry lips and couldn't help but stare in awe at Niall as he slept. His hair was flattened down more than Harry was used to seeing. If he could lean in closer to Niall's face he'd be able to see his lashes that rested over his eyes. He's ever seen anyone sleep as peacefully as Niall.

That was a lot coming from Harry. All the girls that he hooked up with in the past years couldn't be compared to Niall. Firstly, Harry didn't care for many of those girls like he did for Niall. Harry never cared to stick around and spend time with these girls after they've had sex. Harry didn't want to see what they looked like when they slept. They'd both be wrecked and wanting to sleep off whatever happened the night before. As vicious as that sounded, it was only the truth. He was unappreciative and his life used to be that way too. Now, Harry wanted to take the time to be appreciative. So far, he liked doing that. 

All of Harry's weight was on his hands as he peered over Niall's face. Then his eyes glanced down while he tried to figure out the best way to get to Niall without ruining anything that his newfound confidence has given to him. The duvet now covered Niall up to his waist, Harry remembering that it covered much more of him when they had gone to sleep the night before.

Harry could use much more sleep after the long traveling he did but then he wouldn't get to spend a 'next morning' with Niall. He missed out on it once already and he didn't want to go through that again.

Harry sat back on his knees and scooted himself backwards until his hand lined up with what he assumed was Niall's hip. His fingers lightly tapped anxiously on the mattress until Harry reached over and slowly began to pull the duvet back off Niall, flinching when Niall began to move so Harry instantly retreated his hands until Niall was settled again.

He was thankful that Niall didn't turn into his side because that angle would be a bit difficult to get to for returning the favour. 

With a silent breath in, Harry continued move the duvet down, exposing Niall sleeping in only his underwear. Harry's green eyes couldn't help but glance up and down at his bulge in them, finding it a little bit hard to believe that in a few moments he'd have Niall in his mouth. He hoped he could remember all the things that Niall did to him that previous night, the way his mouth covered him and the movements he did with his tongue that made Harry lose himself.

The next step was to get Niall's underwear down without waking him up. Harry didn't think that someone sleeping wouldn't be able to notice somebody taking their clothes off. It would definitely wake them up.

Somehow, miraculously, he'd been able to do it, seeing the patch of hair from his navel led all the way down to inside of his underwear. Niall didn't move but Harry was able to hear him moan, making Harry a bit mischievous about how loud he'd be able to make Niall moan in the next few moments.