Niall sat on the coach, butterflys fluttering in his stomach as the other four boys sat on the other side of the room. His hands were placed on his knees, gently gripping there as he cautiously looked around. They were all eyeing him and Niall lightly flushed under their gazes
"Well,"Louis was the first to speak. "Niall lost, so we get to do whatever we want to him, yes?"
"Yea." Liam agreed. "That was the deal." He raised an eyebrow towards Niall as if to ask if he was still completely ok with everything.
Niall swallowed before nodding, he was. He trusted the boys and the only apprehensive part was being kept in the dark about what exactly they were going to do.
Harry called for the four to huddle and their faint whispers drifted into Niall's ears as he shifted in his spot. He couldn't actually make out what they were saying, only the sound of their deep voices.
Niall bit his lip softly, he'd been damn sure he was going to win too, that singer on the xfactor was pretty much lined up to win and Niall had thought he would be fine betting that theboys could do anything to him if the guy lost. Which he had. They were probably going to make Niall do something sexual, maybe suck them all off? Niall wouldn't mind that, even if his throat would be incredibly sore the next day.
Suddenly, his shifting turned from nervous to something else entirely as Niall let himself get caught in thinking of the possibilities. He was already starting to stiffen in his pants a bit.
Eventually the boys turned around, smirking and Niall let out an impatient breath, wanting to get this thing started and possibly over with.
"Harry, go get the supplies." Louis ordered and Niall's eyes flickered to Harry as he stood and left to go to their bedroom and his hands rubbed at his thighs. So they were using toys were they?
It was Zayn who crossed over to Niall first, grabbing the blonde by his bicep and pulling him up. Niall went easily, and was thenpushed into the kitchen with the other boys trailing behind and Harry joining them again, a box in his hands so Niall couldn't see what he had grabbed.
"Strip." Zayn said, giving Niall one last pushso he was standing in front of them all.
Niall's eyes swept across them beforehe reached up and tugged his shirtoff. He felt like he was on display as he began to undo the button on his jeans. His hands were shaking to the point were he actuallyhad to look down to complete the task. But finally he was sliding his pants down his legs, sticking his bum out as he did.
He was left standing in his boxers, his half hard cock slightly straining against the material. None of the boys told him to take it off, and instead, Niall was pulled into Liam.
Liam's hands settled onto Niall's waist and their chests pressed together, Niall's bare to Liam's still clothed. Liam gently thrust his crotch into Niall's before sliding a leg in between Niall's as something for the blonde to rut against. Niall took the opportunity, pressing even closer to Liam as he began to ride Liam's thigh. One hand gripped Liam's bicep and the other encircled Liam's neck while Niall rested his head on the taller boy's shoulder.
Liam moved his hands to slide underneath Niall's boxers in order to cup the boy's cheeks and knead them in his hands. Niall moaned slightly, his cock becoming fully hard. He could hear the other boys shuffling about behind him but he didn't know what they were doing.
