Pillowtalk / Niam

Chapter 10: Marry me?

Niall is the one who catches his breath first and kisses Liam gingerly, touching his fingertips to Liam's chin to tilt it down towards his lips. Liam sighs and softly moves his lips with Niall's, whispering sweet nothings into their shared air. He inhales deeply, letting Niall fill his senses again and brushes back the hair stuck to Niall's forehead, caresses his cheek gently. Niall's fingertips continue to ghost their way down Liam's chin, over his neck and lightly trace shapes onto his collar as they kiss. They take a few minutes to just stay like this: tangled in each other, blissfully staying in their own world and embracing the moment.

In Niall's lips, there's no such thing as time, no such thing as responsibilities or troubles; there's no such thing as worry or doubt. There's only Niall, only love and comfort. There's a million different things his lips can make Liam feel, but they never let him think about the world outside of their embrace. Not that Liam would even want to in the first place. Niall's lips are his safe haven, his anchor, his home- he has no reason to ever leave.

Niall's hips tilt back as he pulls out of Liam and both of them let out small grunts at the overly-sensitive sensation. Niall moves slightly to fit against Liam's side, putting his forehead into the warm space of Liam's neck. He tangles his legs with Liam's again and watches his own fingers as they trace over the heart-shaped pattern of bruises on Liam's chest. Liam sighs contentedly, using the hand behind Niall's head to rub his back and comb through the hair at the nape of his neck. Liam takes the tip of his other finger to follow the pattern behind Niall's until they meet and Niall twines their fingers together with a smile. Liam tilts his head to press a kiss to Niall's forehead and closes his eyes. It's a moment Liam doesn't want to leave, just laying in bed and listening to the old soul music bleeding from the radio speakers in the kitchen.

As if out of nowhere, though, Niall kisses his cheek and gets out of bed, leaving Liam feeling confused and cold from the presence sweat and absence of body heat. Niall gets to his feet on the mattress, hops out of bed and gracelessly bounds his way out the door. Slightly confused but otherwise unbothered, Liam moves to get up to use the bathroom. He barely gets both of his feet on the floor when he realizes that his muscles are going to be sore tomorrow. "What did you do to me?" He calls out to Niall rhetorically with a wince. He hears a low chuckle from Niall in the other room. Liam groans as he gets to his feet and shuffles into the bathroom with trembling muscles and creaking joints.

The music stops playing in the kitchen, and then there's loud footsteps on the floor heading back to the bedroom. Niall makes an "oof" as he collapses back onto the mattress. Liam finishes up and cleans himself off in the sink. An inspection of his appearance makes him laugh inwardly. Hair spiked in certain places and smushed in others, lips red and swollen, body covered in marks from Niall- including the crooked heart-shaped hickey pattern from this morning- Liam is definitely a walking billboard for sex. Liam shrugs it off, considers it a good look on himself.

Liam stops at the doorway to the bedroom when he sees Niall. Niall: his slightly immature, articulate, intelligent, his creative, artistic lover- his beautiful sex god of a life partner... is naked and sitting cross-legged on the bed, hunched over a takeout container of beef lo mein and shoveling food into his mouth. Between his thighs is a beer and the container of egg rolls. Niall hasn't even looked up at Liam yet, just concentrating with his head down with his bangs fallen in front of his eyes. He nods a little as he chews, as if in silent conversation with his food.

Liam smiles to himself and shakes his head. When Niall goes to take a drink of his beer and looks up to find Liam watching him, he smiles awkwardly behind a mouth full of food. "You want some?" He holds up the container of food in offering and hides his mouth behind his fist. "I got enough to share."

Liam grins and lays down on the bed next to him leaning on his elbow. Liam opens his mouth and Niall feeds a forkful of the food to him. Liam chews and makes himself comfortable, crossing his ankles and putting a hand behind his head on the pillow. With the other hand, he takes an eggroll out of the container between Niall's legs and starts eating it.