Harry Smuts

Black Out + Narry Smut

credits: gottabecraic on tumblr

The summer holidays have always been my favourite time of year, even when my parents made me go abroad. I'd never felt such a happier time. Even now, during the summer months when my parents had booked tickets to Australia. They were going to leave me alone in the house for three months. They'd paid bills, left me cash as even froze some meals. That meant I had food, a stereo that was loud enough to be heard from Great Yama, a telephone line to abuse and wifi off the sodding line and hooker. I wasn't going to spend my days outside in the sun. Even though, in a place like this - it always fuckin' rained. That was until I'd run out of music to play, Netflix movies that no longer interested me and I didn't want to place a mince pie my mother had left for me in the oven. I decided to check my bank account, I had £300 in there. So, I decided to get on my bike and pedal downtown the beach. It has been a while, and I thought I might bump into someone while I was there. Hopefully not Carrie Mensin. That bitch thinks I owe her five quid... I locked my bike up upon the rack, close to the surf club, I watch kids laugh and cheer at each other while roaming around in there bathing suits. I saw Niall, working at the milkshake bar, serving drinks on the beach. His shirt was unbuttoned and his hair stood up on point. His boss, Simon was a tight arse. "Oi, Niall. Do I pay you to chat to the customers? Three chocolate mud milk shakes, now please!" He shouted to Niall who was stumbling on the sand while talking to - ugh...Carrie Mensin. Mr Cowel had owned the SYCO Milk Bar for over twelve years, he was top Milk Maker in all of England..no, make that Great Britain...all of the UK, even...
I sat at the bar, waiting patiently with my wallet in my back pocket. I saw Niall scurry behind the bar, carrying a milkshake, carrying it to a woman on a sun lounge. I twirled my hair, watching him return, he caught my eye. Smiling and wiping cups out with a towel.
"Hello you." He said, I acted like I didn't see him. God he was sexy, even in sandals. "Harry, why aren't you with your parents?"
"Why would I want to?" I replied. He smiled, filling a cup with banana syrup, then pouring whole milk into it. I watched his hands, they were unblemished, strong...I wanted him to hurt me. I watched his hands carry the cup to the blender, adding thickener. "This summer job seems like fun:"
Niall scoffed and shook his head, "Are you kidding me, it's disastrous, I've made nothing but shakes and Jim on the Rocks all day."
"It's not even five yet," he placed a straw in the thickened drink, placing it in front of me. "Thanks, what do I owe you?"
"It's on the house." Niall smiled
"Three-fifty." Simon said walking behind Niall, he didn't look.
"Three-fifty."
I laughed inside, placing ten quid on the bar, Niall took it, and hid it. Simon walked back behind the cabana, Niall placed it back in my hand. "No. Niall - keep it. Use it for your car." I replied, putting back in his palm. He was warm, his skin buzzed. It was a power...I don't know what kind, but it made my heart race.
"Thanks Harry." He said, he wipes the bench down, "Mind if I come over tonight? Mammy has her bridge club coming over, I can't stand to have my cheeks pinched again...I've got brighter cheeks than a Blackpool whore."
I laughed out loudly, "Sure."
**
I fell out of the bath, my knees clunked, and my breath drew heavy. I'd tripped on the shower step. And when I screamed, so did Niall.
Downstairs, I heard him break down the door. "HARRY?" I heard him scanning the room for me, calling out my name. "Are you okay?!"
"Uh!" I winced, I hardly echoed.
"HARRRRY!" I heard him now running up the stairs. I saw blood. Oh, shit - blood! My nose was bleeding. Niall cried out as he tried to break down the door. "Harry, answer me!"
"Help, please." I said, now tasting blood on my lips. He broke down the door. Stamping toward my naked body, he knelt down beside me.
"Oh, God. Do you need an ambulance?" He asked, picking me up, placing my arm over his shoulder. He was so strong. I felt his muscles contract in his neck. I shook my head in response. "Whose Prime Minister?"
"Da..." I choked, "David Cameron."
He carried me in to the bedroom, pulling the sheet back, he sat me on the end. "I'll get a towel." He said, opening the cupboard, pulling out the whitest towel he could find. My mother was going to kill me. Soaking up the blood on my nose, he looked at my wound, applying pressure.
"You're late."
"You're hurt." He replied, he licked his thumb and wiped dry blood from my cheek. I pulled his hand away. Looking into his eyes, I saw the world. The honest state of a man who would do nothing to hurt me. I reached in, kissing his lips, he moaned and pulled away. "Harry, you have concussion, you're not thinking straight."
"Niall, please." I said, staring back into his pupils, those baby blues. He came closer, softly kissing me. Tasting the gum he'd spat out before knocking down my door. Spearmint, it lingered on my tongue. I moaned, he climbed on top of me, taking his shirt off and kissing my neck. I pulled his jeans down, along with his shoes. I didn't speak, I didn't look at him. I only wanted him, naked, next to me.
He kissed down my body, my chest, my pelvis. He stopped before getting to my pubic line. Picking up my legs, he pushed my knees toward my chest. My entrance was now exposed. He licked his fingers, rubbing me. I was now wet. And soon enough, I was feeling him enter my being. It was sharp, sudden, warm and a gooey feeling off emotions in the chewy centre of my mind. He thrust slowly, I moaned softly, the pinching sensation got more as he came closer and deeper to me. Kissing me, licking his lips, I could tell he didn't want to hurt me. The pain in my face was gone, the bruising had stopped flaring. All there was, was me and him. Harder and faster he came. His skin meeting mine. His pubic hair brushing against my thighs, I tingled inside. If I could describe it, I felt his foreskin fall down his shaft, exposing his glans, it was squishy...too many verbs and adjectives! His breath was shallow and hard. Nibbling his ear. He went harder, his scrotum slapping my ass, it was not truly violent, it was a rush of power through his body. I grabbed his ass, squeezing, using another hand to scratch down his back. He groaned, faster. He stopped, picking me up, placing me on my belly. Slowly entering me again, I moaned and cried like a little girl. He didn't stop, he knew exactly what he was doing. I love a man in control. Thrusting into me, I bit a pillow, moaning as a tear rolled down my face. I didn't cry because it hurt, I cried because I never dreamt this could happen, and even though Niall had never told me how he felt, his interactions we're tell tale signs if I'd ever seen one. His breath drew quick, he groaned, loud. I felt a sudden gush of warmth in my abdomen. This made me painfully hard. I flipped on to my back, pulling my cock. Niall continued thrusting, his face showing absolute pleasure. His breath was hot, his face close to my prick. His moth met, sucking my shaft, I groaned. I was so close, I was - I was -
I woke up, the alarm clock screamed some annoying 80's tune. Was that a dream? Was it?
I refuse to believe, that was a fucking dream, opening my eyes. They stung. I saw a shadow toward the door, a tall shadow. It was Niall. He was naked. Brushing his teeth, shaking his arm back and forth in his mouth, toothpaste dripping from his chin. He shook with every shake.
"Good morning beautiful." He said, "how's your head?"
It wasn't a fucking dream. I blacked out, mid orgasm...how embarrassing.

a/n: this got me feelin' some type of way idk