Niam One-Shots

Enough To Hurt

This isn't my one shot but it's really good if you're into it

Warnings: Pain kink

Summary: Set during the summer on the US leg of the Take Me Home tour. Liam starts noticing little changes in Niall, the bruises on his hip, the scratch marks on his back, the way he seems to be more comfortable in his own skin.

Link:: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1243459?view_adult=true

Enjoy!!

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Work Text:

June in the Southern half of the States is brutal. It's half three and Liam's vest is clinging to him, soaked through with sweat. The air is thick and heavy with a humidity that makes it difficult to breathe. Mark is running a particularly tough session this afternoon, not letting up an ounce despite the heat and Liam's entire body feels as though it's on fire.

Beside him, Niall's face is contorted like he's trying to solve a maths problem as he twists to the side, the medicine ball in his outstretched hands.

Right now what Liam wants to be doing is lounging about somewhere cool and dark, maybe with a tub of ice cream, definitely not out in the sunshine sweating half his body weight off.

Niall doesn't say anything; he's singularly focused on what he's doing.

Niall lifts the ball up over his head, back arching, his top riding up his belly. There's a flash of skin, Niall's joggers slipping low on his hips and Liam can make out the faded green and yellow of a bruise, right in the hollow of his hip bone.

"Jesus," Liam says on a breath, stilling Niall with a hand on his hip. "That looks nasty. What'd you do?"

Niall blinks at him, sweat in his eyes, breathing hard. "What are you on about?"

Liam pulls Niall's vest up his belly and turns Niall by the hip. "That," he says, gesturing at the mark, "looks like it hurts."

Niall looks down to the bruise on his pale skin. His cheeks are flushed from exertion. He shrugs. "It's nothing," he says, sidestepping away from Liam. He turns like he's going to go back to his lifts but Liam catches him around the waist, fingers digging playfully into the soft flesh at his belly just to hear the way Niall laughs, head back and eyes all squinty. There are few things Liam loves more than making Niall laugh.

"Come on now," Liam teases, digging his thumb into Niall's hip, his own chest going fluttery and tight when Niall beams at him, blinding and warm as sunlight. "No secrets, Nialler." Niall struggles in Liam's grip and Liam laughs a little, pleased. "No use, pal. I'm a bit bigger than you now."

Niall laughs harder at that. "You are," he agrees and wraps his arm around Liam's neck, gripping him by the back of the hair.

Liam constantly forgets that Niall knows how to play dirty, the product of having an older brother. Niall pulls and Liam hisses, head back. He lets go enough that Niall releases his death grip on the back of Liam's head.

Niall's distracted so Liam can get a better look at the bruise on his hip, a muted blur of color that's faded a little but had to be painful to still look like that days after the fact.

He touches his thumb to it without thinking, and says, "Doesn't look like nothing, mate," under his breath. His head's swirling with thoughts of what could make a bruise like that.

Niall takes a quick, sharp breath like the bruise still hurts and pushes Liam's hand away. "It's what I said, isn't it, Payno? It's nothing." He flashes Liam a smile and slaps him across the bum. "Now get back to work."