One Direction One Shots 2

Jiall (Niall & Josh)

It was after 11:30 and Josh was sitting in his London flat, bored. He flipped the channels and decided to go practice his drumming when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Niall ‘Ay Josh, what’re ya up to tonite?’ He smiled. Josh had always had a little crush on Niall, but never acted on it. He replied ‘Nothing much, what’s goin’ on?’ secretly hoping Niall would want to hang out. He happily saw his screen light up again with another message. ‘Whattaya say we go to the bar and get a pint?’ Josh quickly accepted the offer, and told Niall he’d meet him at the local pub in 15 minutes. He changed from his sweatpants into dark jeans, a white V-neck and a leather jacket. He decided to walk to the bar since it was only a few blocks away. He stepped outside and was met with a chilly October wind, blowing leaves at his feet. The streetlamps and traffic lights lit his way as he walked briskly with his hands shoved in his pockets. The sidewalks were bare aside from a few people on their way home or waiting for the bus. When he reached the pub, he was greeted by a familiar face. ‘Josh! Good to see you man,’ Niall said opening the large wooden doors to the dark room.

They sauntered in and took their usual seats on two stools at the bar. ‘A couple pints for the two of us,’ Niall spoke confidently. As the tall glasses slid down the table, Josh took a sip and turned to his friend. ‘So, what’s been going on lately?’ Niall began to talk about their plans for the next tour and album and how he missed being home a little. Josh tried to pay attention but was a bit distracted by Niall’s eyes and how blue they looked, especially under his red snapback. He noticed Niall’s abs through the thin white t-shirt he wore. All of the noise from the music, sports and chatter around them seemed to fade away as he focused on Niall’s lips moving in what seemed to be slow motion.

Suddenly, Josh was yanked from his daydream as Niall shouted ‘Josh! Whattaya say to a little drinking challenge, ay?!’ He was never one to pass up a dare and immediately felt up to it, even though he knew Niall was a force to be reckoned with. Before they knew it, they had an audience with everyone, including the bartender, egging them on with shouts of ‘Chug!’ ‘Come on!’ ‘Drink the whole thing!’ and ‘One more!’ flooding their ears. When the boys had put away 7 each within 5 minutes, they began to feel the after effects. They were screaming at the soccer match, not knowing who was winning or even what team was playing, and dancing with any girl who looked at them.

By 2 a.m., the bar was closing, but they still wanted to have their fun. The bartender offered to call them a taxi since he didn’t want Niall taking his car home. Josh smiled, stumbling over to his friend, ‘Niall! Let’s walk home! Fuck a taxi!’ Niall laughed, ‘Okay! But only if you remember the way ahahaha!’ The two friends ran out of the bar, jumping on anything, swinging off of lampposts and making banter back and forth. As they walked unsteadily towards Josh’s flat, he realized he didn’t want this night to end just yet.

‘Hey man, why don’t you come up to my flat? Let’s chill for a while’ he smiled. Niall shrugged and accepted the offer as they paraded loudly through the lobby, getting stares from the people working the front desk. As they made their way into the elevator, Niall reached over Josh to press the button. ‘You idiot, you don’t even know what floor I live on!’ Josh joked, pushing his friend aside, ‘Yes I do! You’re on 7!’ Niall smirked. ‘Oh,’ Josh said, ‘I didn’t know you remembered that. You’ve only been here like twice!’ The blond boy smiled, ‘Nah, man, I wouldn’t forget that!’ Josh’s stomach felt funny as the elevator rose to an abrupt stop. The number 7 lit up as the doors opened to his floor.

The boys, still drunk, walked arm in arm to Josh’s door as he fumbled for his keys. Niall leaned against the door, looking his friend up and down. Josh and Niall entered the small but modern flat and got a few more beers from the fridge. After downing more alcohol than they needed, they somehow made their way to the family room floor. Niall sat with his legs crossed and most of his weight resting on his hands while Josh laid on his back.  ‘Hey Josh,’ Niall slurred, ‘let’s play a game.’ Josh looked up, ‘Alright, what do you wanna play?’ Niall thought for a moment, ‘Uuuum, let’s play never-have-I-ever! If you haven’t done something, then you put one finger up. First person to have all five fingers up loses!’ Josh giggled, ‘Okay I’ll ask the first question. Never have I ever kissed a girl’. They both put one finger up. ‘Um, never have I ever kissed a boy!’ Niall yelled. Only one of them put a finger up.

‘Really?’ Niall said timidly, ‘You’ve never kissed another guy?’ ‘Erm, yeah, really…’ Josh said blushing. ‘Well, do you want to?’ Niall crawled to where his friend was laying and hovered over him. ‘O-okay, should we—’ before Josh could finish speaking, Niall lowered his lips onto Josh’s. His eyelashes tickled Josh’s cheeks, and for some reason it felt right. Josh pulled Niall on top of him, and they began to kiss passionately. Their tongues fought for control over one another and Niall gently bit Josh’s lip. He stood up and removed his shirt and Niall mimicked him. ‘I’ve never really done this before man,’ Josh said shyly. ‘No worries, we’ll have fun,’ Niall winked, pulling his friend by his belt loops.

Josh lowered himself onto his knees and removed Niall’s jeans and boxers. His dick was hard, slapping against his stomach. Josh took it into his hands and began to rub up and down steadily but gently. ‘Faster,’ Niall said closing his eyes. Josh did as he was told and moved his rapidly. He licked the tip and swirled his tongue up and down Niall’s shaft. He took what he could in his mouth and bobbed up and down as Niall tugged on his hair, letting out strings of curse words in his thick Irish accent. His breathing became heavier and he removed himself from Josh’s mouth. ‘Don’t wanna cum too soon, right?’ he said coyly. ‘Now it’s my turn’ the Irish boy said, switching positions. He was confident, taking Josh’s entire length into his mouth. Josh let out a loud moan, never having felt this amount of pleasure before. Niall continued sucking as hard as he could, until he felt a warm liquid spill into the back of his throat. He smiled and stood up, taking Josh by the hand and leading him to the bedroom. Josh was surprised how well Niall remembered where everything was, especially since he was shitfaced. He pulled him onto the bed, and got behind him.

The only light in the room was the dim glow from the city skyline that shone through the large glass window in Josh’s room. ‘This might hurt a bit, but tell me any time and I’ll stop.’ It impressed Josh how caring Niall could be, even though he could tell how much he just wanted to plow into him. ‘It’s okay, I trust you’ Josh said as Niall guided his throbbing dick into Josh’s tight hole. He winced in pain as Niall let out a long moan. ‘Fuck, this hurts’ Josh said huskily, ‘don’t stop.’ Niall chuckled, and followed Josh’s direction. He had a slow rhythm going and he leaned in to kiss Josh’s neck. ‘Faster’ he managed to say between breaths. As Niall’s thrusts went harder and faster, Josh’s moans became louder and louder. Both the boys were being vocal, saying each other’s names irregularly. ‘Does it feel good?’ Niall questioned, ‘Fuck, yes!’ Josh shouted. Niall reached his hand around and began to stroke Josh’ dick. He moaned, as Niall quickened his pace. ‘I’m almost there Josh,’ Niall said deeply. ‘Me too, keep going.’ The boys were sweaty, and Niall continued slamming himself into Josh. ‘Fuck, Niall I’m cumming!’ Josh screamed as he shot his liquids onto the bed. No less than 30 seconds later did Niall spill himself into his friend. ‘Shit,’ was all he was able to say.

He pulled out and the boys collapsed into a pile of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths. ‘So, next time we play never have I ever, maybe you’ll be able to put a finger up’ Niall said jokingly. Josh smiled as he felt the effects of the beer start to wear off, and put his finger over Niall’s mouth. ‘Shh, let’s just sleep now,’ he whispered, as the boys drifted off into a dream, their bodies intertwined.