A Slide Into First ➵ narry

Chapter 16

There was suddenly a knock at the door, and Harry huffed off his bed. Michael forgot his keys at least twice a week, and Harry wasn't always there to let him in. Running half-way across campus so Michael could get into their room was becoming kind of a thing.

"Will you stop losing your keys, dumbass?" Harry yelled before opening the door to see a different blond boy standing in front of him.

"Hi," Harry breathed out. Niall's nose was red from the cold and his jacket was hanging loose from his arm. A bag was dropped on the floor by his foot.

"Well, you letting me in or are we can stand like this like a couple'a idiots?" Niall asked, pushing past Harry and dragging his duffle with him.

Harry wasted no time, shoving Niall against the door and working their mouths together furiously. He smelled like autumn and sweat, and Harry wanted nothing more than to mask it with the scent of unadulterated sex. Manly, manly sex.

"Hi," Niall mirrored as he pulled back. His cheeks were even more flushed than when he arrived and his lips were already started to plump up, "How're you?"

Harry giggled, just giggled like a small child who had gotten his favorite toy. And, well, he had.

"I'm good," he replied, getting back against Niall and pushing him flush against the door. Harry wanted to talk to Niall and hear his voice again, in person as opposed to over a line, but there was also this insatiable need to just feel Niall and make Niall feel good. But then Niall was pushing back, moving Harry towards the bed where they just sat for a few moments until something finally pulled them apart.

"Hi," Niall repeated again, catching his breath.

"How'd you get in?" Harry asked, and a smile was spreading across his face, burning like wildfire.

"Some kid ran up and hugged me and then opened the door for me. I'm kinda in a travel haze so I just rolled with it,"

"Oh, that was probably Michael. My roomie, remember?"

"But like, isn't he supposed to have blue hair?"

"He dyed it three days ago. It's platinum now,"

"Ah, well then yes, that was Michael,"

Harry stayed quiet for a second, letting Niall catch him up on his day and how shitty the train ride had been, apparently. But he himself needed to let his brain rest and process that Niall was with him, sitting on his bed, finally. Finally. They were together again and nothing seemed sweeter.

As soon as Niall was done with his story, Harry swept in again and brushed his lips against Niall's. Feeling out the familiar shape and taste that he was always afraid he was going to forget. He hadn't.

"I've missed you so damn much," Niall said, resting his forehead against Harry's. "I've missed waking up with you curled around my side and making you watch action movies with me, and you'll still play with my hair even though you're not so into the movie. And I miss going grocery shopping with you and finding the best bananas to get. I didn't realize back in September how much I'd miss those little parts of you. I miss how your hair curls around my fingers and how your feet go all pigeon-toed when you're bored,"

Harry leaned back in to kiss Niall again, Niall's hand cupping at his face to hold him still. Harry, in particular, had missed this. How Niall was just hitting his dominating stride as they were forced to go their separate ways.

"I missed you," Harry mimicked, lying back on the bed and inviting Niall to get on top of him. Niall, understanding what Harry was getting at and very much excited for it to happen, stripped off his cream sweater and white undershirt. He leant down to nip at the skin exposed along Harry's neck.

"What do you wanna do?" Niall questioned.

"Want you to fuck me," Harry groaned, rutting his hips up to meet Niall's.

"Wha... you sure?" Niall asked, his breath already starting to stutter.

"I just want what you want," Harry added, biting his lip, "What do you want?"

"Well, I like it when you suck me off," he started, Harry nodding at that because, well, he liked that, too, "And I like it when you let me take control,"

It seemed the hardest thing in the world to not groan out loudly at that.

"I like it when you scream out," and then it was Niall trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape his mouth.

"Yes, yes, I wanna do what you want," Harry whined, and he could hear how needy he sounded, but it didn't seem to bother Niall. Instead, it seemed to do quite the opposite.

"I've missed you," Niall said with a smile as he started to unbutton Harry's shirt, "I don't think you even have a clue how much,"

Harry was pretty sure he did.