Just a Hook Up

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"Please, oh god," Liam moaned. The feeling overwhelmed him, and he listened as a chain noise rattled in his head. He had no idea where it came from, but he didn't care.

"You like that?" Liam heard him ask. He moaned a little "yes" at the deep voice tickling his ear. He did like it. He fucking loved it. The chains rattled in his head again and then he only heard heavy breathing in his left ear, which was hot in so many ways. He knew who it was. He knew it was him. He wanted more, needed more.

"Liam!" Niall's voice snapped Liam out of him recalling his dream last night. Of course, though, it was just a dream and would never happen. How could anyone like Harry fucking Styles want to be with him in any way? Harry Styles is the hottest guy in school. He's also the nicest, though. And he seems quite innocent most days. But there were times when Liam seemed to think maybe Harry wasn't as innocent as he seemed.

Those beautiful green eyes of his had a dark twist anytime they caught Liam's. Those dark curls were yelling at Liam, begging to be lightly tugged at. Those dark pink lips were pulling Liam in. The strong biceps of his begging to be scratched at. God, those back muscles were begging to be scratched at too but until they bled. Liam probably wasn't even going to be the one to do it, but he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like.

He's always kind of seen Harry as a big-dick kind of guy for a number of reasons. One of them being his skinny jeans seeming to barely fit him in that area. Another being when he wore those hot, luxurious, gray sweatpants after footie practice—that Liam has grown to pretty much fantasize over—you could practically see his whole fucking length. If Harry ever fucked Liam, Liam knew he would need to be prepped with at least three fingers or maybe even just a small dildo because God damn.

"Y-yeah?" Liam blushed, hoping it wasn't obvious he was having sexual thoughts. Then again, Niall knew Liam very well, so he probably did know. They've been best friends since sixth grade, now they're seniors in high school and both gay. Well, Niall's bisexual, but Liam's a raging gay twink.

A lot of people knew, probably everyone because it was kind of obvious, but didn't care. In fact, Liam had guys wanting to experiment all over him some days. He usually turned them down and if he didn't, they never fucked or anything. They usually just kissed or made-out for a bit. There was only once when there was touching but that's because they were drunk. Thankfully, they didn't go the full yard.

"You keep thinking about sex, don't you?" Niall asked nonchalantly as he shoved a fry into his mouth, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs to get comfortable; Niall was the kind of bisexual guy that wasn't obvious, actually surprising to find out to most people. Liam's head whipped up from his fidgeting hands, eyes wide. He could not believe Niall just had the balls to say that in the crowded McDonald's. Not just a crowded McDonald's, but everyone went to their school besides a couple of parents or little kids, who definitely don't need to overhear a hormonal teenage boy talking about how he wants a varsity footie player to fuck him in the ass until he-

Calm the fuck down, Liam tells himself.

Niall chuckled lightly before speaking again, "Just a question." He shrugged. Liam ignored Niall and looked towards the entrance. Liam noticed Harry's friend group walking in, so he sat straighter and avoided looking over at them. It was a hard task, but he could manage.

But then he heard Harry's laugh. It rang through his ears and sent shivers down his spine. He had to look up, he held off for too long.

The second he did, his eyes met with Harry's from across the small fast-food restaurant.