Liam watched as Harry and Zayn walked out of the bathroom, surprised that Harry was limping, and they were both sweaty and had swollen lips. He also spotted a love bite or two on Harry's chest and collarbone. He couldn't help but notice that they kept glancing at each other and giving little, knowing looks.
Did Zayn just fuck Harry in the McDonald's bathroom? Liam asked himself as my eyebrows shot up with realization. He blushed furiously at the thought. He had thought Harry was kind of innocent... Hell, he had thought Harry was a top!
Oh god...
Is he a bottom? A switch?
Fuck, if he's a bottom it would never work between us.
What the fuck, Liam? You guys will never work out either way...
Liam sighed lightly before Niall told him that they should go. Liam reluctantly agreed and grabbed his bag from beside him. He didn't want to go home because then he'd be alone. His mother was usually at work and same with his father then his sisters, Nicola and Ruth, aren't even living there anymore. He missed the two of them most days but not on the days he was horny and needed to relieve himself alone without worrying about how loud he was being. He would sometimes just casually ride a dildo—which he fucking loved way too much sometimes—or just simply jerk off, depended on how horny he was.
When Niall and he walked by Harry's table, Liam heard Louis ask an very uncensored question.
"Why do you two have to fuck like rabbits during mating season? God." His accent was thicker than Liam remembered. Louis chuckled lightly after, so he clearly wasn't that mad. But he was probably embarrassed that two of his best mates were fucking. Nick didn't seem to care whatsoever.
Liam felt his heart beat out of my chest because Louis' comment means Harry really was getting fucked. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just an awkward thing to know about someone, especially when they don't necessarily know that you know. Niall and Liam went their own, separate ways after waving bye. Niall walked to his mom's work across the street while Liam went to head for the crosswalk.
Liam had put his earbuds in his ear and played random music on his Spotify playlist. He couldn't help but notice the feeling of someone's eyes burning into his back. He also swore there was someone following him. He didn't want to overthink anything, so he continued walking towards the crosswalk without changing his pace significantly. It was a hard thing to do but he felt he could manage as long as he continued shoving his hands into his sweater pockets and kept his face hidden in the hoodie.
He felt a hand grab his arm, which startled him. He turned around, ripping his arm away from the person and stumbled over his feet, falling backwards. Whoever grabbed Liam's arm fell in top of him but not directly. They had caught themself...
And that's when brown met green.
O~O (Meet Griff)
Liam's Point of View
Harry's eyes met mine and I knew that the feeling flowing throughout my body wasn't normal. Nor was it fear... It was enough to make my normally-cold skin warm up. It was enough for me to get flustered. I didn't think I could get anymore flustered until Harry's hand reached up and brushed a piece of my brown hair out of my eyes.
I was confused on how he could do such a thing—something many considered flirting—after being fucked by Zayn Malik.
Neither of us said anything until Harry got off of me and helped me up.
"Sorry about that, Li," he said, giving me a nickname. I blushed at that and looked down at my feet. I couldn't believe this was happening. This couldn't be happening. It was just a dream. Some perv knocked me out and this is my dream or hallucination. Maybe this is my way of coping with fear, making up scenarios in my head.
But when Harry's hand gently grabbed mine, I knew I wasn't dreaming. I felt the warmth of his hand against mine. I felt his thumb trace over my delicate wrist. He seemed to be worried since his touch was light and when I glanced up at his gorgeous face, his eyebrows were furrowed a bit and his eyes filled with worry.
"Do you need something?" I found myself asking after a second or two. My voice wasn't harsh—as if it ever were, I mentally roll my eyes. My voice was always quiet and shy, it was something I wasn't the happiest about, but I've put up with it for years now. Nicola and Ruth used to make fun of it for about a year but stopped when they saw I hadn't talked for a while. I had always been bullied for it and they must have realized that.
Harry leaned closer to me, his mouth close to my ear, "You." He whispered it and I swore it was just me hearing things. He didn't say it seductively, just calmly. His tone hinted he didn't want me sexually but just me in general but then not. My mind refused to believe he wanted me.
"Wow. You're quick," I remarked, trying not to show how fucking flustered I was from his cool breath. Harry pulled his eyebrows together, showing confusion rather than worry. I mean, how could this guy be confused. How?
"What do you mean?" He asked, letting go of my hand and sticking it into his front pocket. My eyes glanced down at where he put his hand but ended up staring because... Just... Wow...
Skinny jeans are his thing, I realized for the tenth time this week. I've seen him in them for a while but... Up close is better. It was odd how he had a bulge, yet he just had sex. Like I said, he probably just has a big dick...
"Well," I cleared my throat and forced myself to look up at Harry's eyes, noticing how he had a smug smirk, "you just got fucked by Zayn Malik in the bathroom and now you already want more." I shrugged as if it was no big deal, but I was really freaking out. I've never been so confident talking like this to someone. Or just talking in general. But Harry gives me confidence. Kind of.
I'm nervous around him but feel confident at the same time, if that makes any sense. It's an odd feeling. He stepped closer to me, and I immediately felt my confidence level become buried deep inside of me. Harry was taller than I and he practically had to look down at me.
He didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He seemed to be questioning what he was going to say or do.
And then he kissed me.
O_O (Meet James)
Harry's Point of View
I have no fucking clue what took over but I'm kissing Liam. I had no idea what came over me admitting I wanted him, either. I knew it was a wrong time, but it was true. I knew I would have had to say it sooner or later. I did not prefer the latter because the nerves would build up and right now was a good time... Well, I thought it was. I didn't know for sure if he had heard Louis earlier but... Ugh.
The kiss is gentle, and my hands are cradling his soft cheeks. He whimpered and relaxed the second or lips connected; his legs even almost gave out so I wrapped an arm around his small waist, his body close to mine as his hands grab at my shirt. I had waited for this since September last year. So, a whole... Three months.
I've waited three months to kiss this beautiful, sweet, obeying boy. This boy that would do what I'd say as long as he was comfortable with it.
A boy that could possibly be my submissive partner, too...
We both slowly pulled away and opened our eyes. His were flickering back and forth between my green orbs and I didn't know what to think of it. Of him.
He's so precious.
He's so beautiful.
He's an angel...
"Come with me to my place?" I offer, referring to my flat. I lived alone since I was eighteen and my mom thought it'd be nice for me to do. I agreed since it was something Gemma had done, too. It was like a family ritual, really.
"H-Harry." Liam's hands fidgeted with my shirt but his eyes never left mine. I didn't know what was going through his head. All I knew was that he was flustered. His cheeks were a dark red and his eyes seemed to appear like glass. Very sharp glass.
Once again, he's so beautiful.
"We don't have to do anything, just hang out. Please," I practically begged in a whisper. I wanted to at least talk to him. I've wanted to forever now. Of course, I wouldn't mind if we went further but I thought I actually kind of liked Liam, not just in a sexual way. Even if we did end up hooking up, it would probably only be a one-time thing and we'd rarely talk to each other after because that's how it was most times. I hope not, though...
"Yeah. Th-That'd be nice," Liam said, finally letting go of my shirt. My hand found its way to his again and I walked over to my car with his hand barely holding onto mine, the smallest limp in my step. Liam was clearly worried about my limp, but he knew why I was doing it, which was slightly embarrassing. I mean, I was just fucked in a McDonald's bathroom and then walked out like nothing happened. I mainly did it to pleasure Zayn; I didn't really care for the sex in a romantic way whatsoever. We only helped each other out, no strings attached.
Liam and I walked over to the car and I held the door open for him. He blushed and mumble an appreciation before getting in. I closed the door once his legs were in the car safely, jogged to the best of my ability around the car, and slid in the driver's seat. When I looked over at Liam, I saw that he looked very uncomfortable, so I patted his thigh before I spoke.
"You can relax, Li. You might need to for later." I sent him a teasing wink and squeezed his thigh, kind of suggesting I wouldn't mind if we had sex. I loved his thighs already. They were so—just... I don't even know what it is about them, but I love them. They're so perfect. I would love to cuddle in between them, my arms wrapped around his waist as my head on his little belly...
God, I would also love to just kiss Liam all day long. Everywhere my mouth could reach, I would kiss. He's an insecure lad sometimes I've noticed, and I want him to know I don't care about what his body looks like; he'll always be beautiful to me.
A sudden image of Liam in a skirt, a turtle-neck crop-top, and long socks with thigh straps popped into my head and my mouth watered. I licked my lips to keep myself from nearly drooling.
"H-Harry?" Liam's voice came through my thoughts, and I realized I was staring again. Instead of making things awkward by just looking away, I leaned over and with my right hand, which was previously resting on the steering wheel, I brushed my thumb across his porcelain cheek. His once-pale skin turned a light shade of red. I love the effect I have on him, which gives me the balls to kiss his lips for a short, lingering moment.
This time, his lips answered, and his hands travel up into my hair so his fingers could tangle themselves with my curls. He just kept his lips on mine, not moving them. I wasn't complaining though. I tilted my head towards the back seat, his head tilting the opposite way, and opened my mouth a little bit to give him an open-mouthed, gentle kiss.
He slowly pulled away, keeping his arms around my neck, and was panting lightly. I pressed our foreheads together and pecked his nose before pulling away completely. He giggled a little bit at the peck, and I could see he was more comfortable in my car—maybe even around me rather than the car. More relaxed. I had never felt like that during a kiss, like it was the only thing I would ever want to do but I was glad.
I am so glad that this happened.
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