Twice as Nice

Chapter Two

.___. [Harry's POV] .___.

It's been thirty four minutes since (Y/N) let and I'm so fucking bored. Niall is still asleep and the aired television is absolute shit. With those being my justified reasons, I found myself back in the bedroom.

I'd thrown the blanket off of Niall and began jumping on the bed around him. It reminded me of a time where he had done something very similar to me.

Niall buried his face further into his pillow and tried to ignore me. But I was going to make it near impossible to resent the fact that I'm here.

So I climbed on the curve in his lower back and fell on top of him. He muffled something in his pillow as I ran my fingers over the headboard of the bed. "'arry!" His whine had me sit up and watch him turn his head side on.

"Hmm?"

"Ge' off a me!" His Irish accent was thicker in the mornings than during the day.

"What if I refuse?" Challenging the boy, I saw him roll his eyes and slither onto his back. He put an arm over his eyes as he huffed annoyed at my presence.

"'ere's (Y/N)?"

"She's gone out this morning which leaves just me and you boney boy." The boy underneath me was quite skinny. His calf muscles and torso looked like they had been under developed; but maybe if he stops being a lazy fuck and comes with me to the gym every once and awhile than we wouldn't have this problem.

"Fuck off." He waved me off though I easily caught his wrist in my hand. Pushing it experimentally over his head, he squinted his eyes as to ask what I was doing.

But with a gentle move, I leant down and briskly rubbed my lips on his. He weakly grunted and let his other hand tug softly at my hair. I connected our lips properly this time and he could only grunt in satisfaction.

Niall and I don't share a lot of affection towards each other as we do for (Y/N); but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. I find myself, every now and then, to lip lock or spoon with the Irish boy. We don't mind it seeing as we both share the same girl and each other.

"Harry." Niall muttered as I pulled my lips away from his. "Let me up."

"Why?" I breathed trailing kisses to his jaw.

"P-problem." He tensed as his hand pushed my shoulder back. Complying, only to know what the problem was, I sat back at the end of the bed.

Niall yawned and stretched out before pulling the sheet back from his body. The problem then became obvious as I stared at the growing arousal beneath his boxers.

Why can't I fix it? I mean, we've both had sex together before.

"Wait." Leaning forward and putting a hand on his chest, he looked up at me wearily. "Lie down." He tilted his head confused.

"Why-"

"Just do it." Encouraging him onto his back, he hesitantly gave in as his back was caressed by the mattress. My attention turned down to his boxers as my fingers slipped into the waistband.

"Y-you don't-"

"I want to." Pulling his clothing piece to his knees, I made myself comfortable below Niall. "Close your eyes," I whispered gently and took his excitement into my hand, "and let me take care of you."

My words seemed to be enough to lull his eyes closed. His fists gently tugged at the pillow beneath his head as I began.

After each minute passed, Niall's fists only seemed to turn whiter as my cheeks hollowed. Soft desperate pants of sabotaged breath left his lips while he brought his knees to lift from the bed.