Uneasy Hearts Weigh the Most {Niam}

Two-

Waking up the next morning, a windy Saturday, Niall realizes that he must have fallen asleep while watching the movie. He's curled up on the pull-out sofa in the living room, tangeled up in white sheets and slightly sweating. He peels his eyes open, blinks the sleep out of them, and looks around the room. Mitch isn't beside him. A quick look at the digital clock underneath the television tells him that it's a little past three in the morning.

Niall rubs at his eye, and grabs his cell phone off the coffee table. He clicks it on, swipes at the screen a few times, and discovers no new notifications. If Mitch would have gone home earlier, he would have messaged him.

Niall swung his legs over the side of the cushions, and got to his feet. He made his way towards the kitchen, but stopped when he heard something coming from the bathroom.

...Groaning?

Upon a sudden, horrifying realization, Niall made a face and quietly made his way back to the sofa. He buried himself under the sheets, hiding his face, and typed a quick message to Liam.

He waited for a few minutes that felt like days, before hearing the door at the end of the hallway swing open. He sucked in a sharp breath, popped his head back out, and acted like he was sleeping. If Mitch just had to masturbate, his hormones certainly weren't at bay - and Niall really didn't feel like dealing with that.

He felt someone slip in the blankets beside him, and there was a thick arm wrapping around his waist. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the warm breath on his ear, making him tingle. He chewed on his lower lip, anxiety making him begin to panic. He wasn't sure exactly why he was so afraid, because this was his boyfriend, and Niall really shouldn't act like this - if anything, he owes it to Mitch. But he's fucking terrified of sex.

"Nialler," Mitch whispers suddenly, and the blonde's breath hitches in his throat. "I know you're awake."

Niall shivers, sucks in a breath, and swallows his pride. "Where did you go?"

"Nowhere important, love," Mitch answered, and Niall winces. Was that technically a lie? Did Mitch think  he was stupid or something? "Why are you awake?"

"Could ask you the same thing," Niall turned over to face his boyfriend - his pale, sweaty boyfriend. "I just couldn't sleep."

Mitch gave a slight nod, "Ah."

Niall felt a hand at the waistband of his pajama pants. A weird, sick feeling bubbled up in his throat as Mitch's nimble fingers gently ran over his hip bones. Suddenly, it wasn't the same touch that Niall was so used to - it was so distinct, so different.

"I..." Niall muttered hesitantly, ready to tell Mitch that he wasn't quite ready. And, really, he would have - if Mitch hadn't given him the look that he did. It wasn't a glare, and it didn't look like he was threatening him or anything. He just looked...dissapointed. "We..."

Mitch's voice wavered, "What is it, Ni?"

His voice sounded so gentle and loving and scared - fuck did Niall ever feel guilty. If he were being honest with himself, he really didn't know what the hell to do.

"Um," he muttered, and he sure as hell wasn't going to say no. Yes, Mitch had once upon a time told him that he would wait, but he sure didn't look like he wanted to. "We don't...we don't have, um, protection. And-,"

Mitch's frown turned into a great, big smile. "I'm sure your parents do."

Of course they did. Now Niall had no excuse - he had no choice.

He simply had to lie there, and take what Mitch had to give him.

~-~-~

They woke later in the afternoon.