relief next to me (by dolce_piccante on ao3)

18

Niall unlocked the door to his flat and pushed inside, letting it slam shut behind him. He winced and checked his watch, then relaxed, noting that it was just after one in the afternoon. He dropped his rucksack next to the door, his trainers kicked off beside the bag.

He spun his keys around his left index finger, pulling the refrigerator open with his right hand. He pushed two bottles of water aside in his search for one of Harry's fancy green juices. Though he might tease his mate about his healthy habits, one of those liquified leaf creations would get him through the day after a night of minimal sleep.

He palmed his cock and pushed it to the left, lifting his leg to allow himself to shift in his tight jeans, still spinning his keys around his finger and whistling LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem.

Rhythmic creaks interrupted his whistling, a low, but loud, "Lou," causing his keys to slow in their rotations.

Niall's smile spread suddenly over his face, his eyes widening under the glow of the open fridge. He grabbed a bottle of neon green juice and shut the door with his bum, spinning around.

He heard faster bed creaks and unison moaning growing louder, more frantic, Harry's voice breaking through the closed door for another loud, "Oh, fuck, Louis. Louis!"

He looked around the kitchen, stepping closer to the island in the centre. There was a bowl with one plump strawberry sitting in a puddle of water, Niall tilting an empty champagne bottle towards himself.

"I wonder if a bubble bath was involved," he said aloud, biting into the strawberry.

Louis' shaking voice moaning, "You're so fucking beautiful, you dirty--Ungh!--Perfect fuck," came through the wall clear as a bell.

"Definite bubble bath," Niall said while still chewing, plopping the green stem into the bowl of water.

He saw another empty champagne bottle beside Harry's closed bedroom door. Their breathy panting and barked moans grew louder and louder, the crescendo coordinating with the quickening slam of a headboard against the wall.

Amongst the noise, he heard a conversation of whimpers, Harry's lower groans as even as his quickening breaths, Louis' higher voice seeming to wail more after each rapid succession of headboard bangs.

Niall put his hand over his mouth, giggling into his palm. He took his phone out of his pocket and opened a group text, both Harry and Louis' voices swelling to what sounded like quite the climax behind the closed door.

i think our boys had a good night last night

He added a photo of their path of fruit and champagne bottles, the headboard bangs slowing. He heard Louis sigh high in his voice, Harry's murmuring voice melting into a lower sigh, both breathing loudly in unison.

Harry's voice mumbled something that ended with, "--orrrr amaaaazing," his words slower than usual.

Liam replied:

L hasn't replied to a text since yesterday...suspicious suspicious!

To which Niall giggled aloud, "They've been busy," while typing the same thing.

*gettin* busy aha! XXX

Zayn's reply pulled another loud laugh from Niall. He was sure Zayn and Liam were likely together, texting at the same time in the same group message.

He glued his lips together and grabbed his bottle of juice before tiptoeing towards his bedroom. As he opened the door, he heard the sound of two soft voices laughing from the other side of the flat. Niall thumbed over the cool metal knob, biting his bottom lip, smiling at the grains of wood running vertically through his door.