One Direction One Shots 2

Thirsting For Your Touch (Niall)

I was asleep when I felt the light vibrations of my phone signaling a text message. I didn’t move to look at it because it was 3 AM and I was tired. I had a long day tomorrow with my work and school schedule and I didn’t want to have to deal with it. I felt the vibration again. Thinking it was my sister texting me to bring her something to work tomorrow I decided it was best to just ignore it.

I didn’t know it would be him at 12 AM his time.

Once more, I felt my phone vibrate, but this time it was followed by his laugh. We’d been together for barely 7 months, but it seemed like it had been a year and a half. I loved his laugh, one time, I caught him off guard and recorded it on my phone. He looked at me, still laughing, with squinted eyes when he realized what I was doing. He finally calmed down, looked in my eyes and, without him even asking, I said, “for when you’re gone and I miss hearing you”.

Little did he know, it was going to be his ringtone so that I wouldn’t get sad when he called. It would remind me that I needed to be in good spirits to hear him, that I couldn’t make him sad while he was on tour. Hearing his laugh again from the speaker of my phone cut off all thoughts.

I could think of a small list of reasons as to why he would be calling at this hour, but I put all of those aside because, instinctively, I knew that there could really only be one reason.

“Niall?”

“Yeah” his voice sounded so gravelly that I knew exactly what this phone call would be. I felt it. I felt his voice rumble through me. His accent immediately sent more waves into my blood stream because, even after all this time, I had yet to get used to hearing it. My breathing was picking up and my heart kept beating faster. Sparks fired in me and I felt things that I didn’t even know he could get me to feel with just one simple word: Yeah.

“I just miss you..” he groaned, emphasizing miss you and I could tell this was only the beginning. I finally woke up a little more and rolled onto my back, listening to his unsteady breathing. His voice had turned me on so much I didn’t know how I would survive this phone call. I was already imagining the way he looked in his hotel bed, probably in just boxers with no covers on, fully prepared for anything and everything. I wanted to see him. I wanted to touch every part of him. I wanted to feel his muscles as he steadied himself above me when we kissed, feel his hands entwined with mine, feel his hair as I pushed my fingers into it while he thrust into me. But mostly, I wanted to taste him. I wanted to lick his neck vein that popped out when he was about to cum, to put his length in my mouth and feel him thrust up, to make him squirm for once while I had my mouth around him.

The flashbacks from our last times together before he left for the tour came flying back to me as I laid in bed trying to calm my breathing; how gentle he was with me when we first got together to the one night we both came home plastered. He had fucked me on the living room floor and any other surface he could get me on.

“I’m so lonely..” he said, deliberately drawing out each word for my benefit. I could feel it again; those waves of pleasure crawling up my legs and making me need to shift on the bed. All I could do was moan in response, feeling the bedding brush against my legs as I moved them, giving me a sense of relief from being touched if even just so light.

“I miss you so much, Ni. I want to see you.” I heard him swallow a little bit because of the raspy tone of my voice. I knew he could tell by the want in my voice just how wet I was for him at that moment. I was only in his American flag tank top and a pair of my black lace panties that he loved so much. It wasn’t hard for me to slip off his tank top while he was, what seemed like from the sound, adjusting himself.