Sickening - Narry

9: Welcome home

Though the ferry ride wasn't the best, I walked off of the boat feeling not only an immense pressure relieved, but a feeling of pure, childlike happiness. Harry and I had expressed our feelings to one another, nothing extreme or truly groundbreaking. But simply having those feelings known between us and letting them sink in, it made all the difference.

Our bags were loaded into our individual cars that we would be driven in while in Ireland. Liam and I were supposed to be sharing a car, but I had asked if he minded going with Louis instead, to which he agreed. Thankfully.

The ride to our hotel was smooth and quite relaxing as Harry and I watched the sun setting through the windows on Harry's side of the SUV. We had a few simple conversations about the tour and how nice it was for me to be home once again, but they weren't really meaningful.

It wasn't until we actually reached our hotel rooms, connected by a shared door which we immediately opened on arrival, that we had our first real conversation. Harry began, "I regret not talking to you about my feelings earlier."

"It's okay Harry. I didn't really either. It's all in the past now, yeah?" I replied through the open door.

"Yeah, but I can't help feel bad. It must have been even more confusing for you. I'd go from being your good mate to making you cum depending on what time of day it was. I'm sorry." he says again.

I walk through the doorway and stop the younger boy who is unpacking his overnight bag that is laying on his bed. I wrap my arms around his small torso and rest my chin on his neck. He slouches a bit to allow me to, considering the height difference. I breathe for a moment, letting the warm air purposefully blow across the back of his ear.

"It's okay love," I say to the Englishman, "we're together now. That's all that matters."

Feeling the tension that has now completely filled the room, sucking every sound, every light, every sense of self-control, from the room; Harry turns his head and places a small kiss on my lips. Finally.

His lips are warm and plump, a perfect mixture of moisture and dryness. I return the kiss and let my tongue slide in between my lips and past Harry's. I can taste the boy, and oh god, do I want more...

I slide my tongue across the front of his teeth and then draw my tongue back, starting to nibble on the boy's bottom lip. He responds by opening his mouth a bit and pushing his upper lip inward. His eyes close and he turns fully so that our chests are now touching. The green eyed boy slides his long slender fingers under my t-shirt and starts to caress my hips and my lower abdomen. I let out a low moan and start to sway with his hands, pushing the other boy towards the edge of the bed.

Before I fully push Harry onto the bed, he breaks our kiss and begins lifting the shirt off of my pale body. I respond by lifting my arms and shimmying my limbs through the holes.

The Englishman responds by removing his own shirt and even adds his black skinny jeans to that. I look as the younger boy strips down to his white underwear and all I can do is stare in amazement. I gasp a bit at the now nearly naked Harry that stands before me, and can't stop myself from bringing my mouth to the other boy's chest.

I place dozens of small kisses on the boy's lower neck and upper chest, feeling his muscles contracting and relaxing under my lips. Harry responds by letting his head lean backward and opening his mouth in what is most likely one of the best feelings of his life.

My mouth drifts further and further south as I go from his neck, his chest, his nipples, the bottom of his ribs, his belly-button, his happy trail, and now to his perfectly carved v-line that sits just above his now tented Calvin Klein underwear, leaving small kisses the entire way.

I grab hold of the elastic waistband on Harry's underwear and begin to pull them down. While shifting my body closer to the ground to allow myself to pull the all the way off, I start unbuttoning my pants and sliding both them and my underwear down to my ankles. I am now standing completely naked in front of Harry, who too is naked, lying on his back on the hotel bed.

I drop to my knees, grab ahold of the younger boy's thighs, and slide him closer to the edge of the bed until his ass rests right on the end. I take Harry's already hard cock and start rubbing the head a bit. This causes Harry to shiver and tense his abs.

I slide my mouth over the top of his cock and start to suck on the few inches I put in first. After a few bobs of my head, I've extended down his length to the base of his dick.

I suck and lick the boy's cock for a few minutes, sliding up and down, grazing my bottom row of teeth lightly across the underside of his cock--making sure to stimulate the vein that rests there.

Harry starts to tense his entire body and have spasms every few seconds. He grabs onto the back of my head, sitting his body up so that he can accurately reach. He pushes my head down, letting some gasps escape from his mouth, and then pulling me back by grabbing my blonde hair.

We repeat this for about 30 seconds until he finally speaks, "Ni-Niall, I-I-i'm gonna cum...Ugh, Niall."

I continue sucking on the younger boy's cock, bobbing my head up and down until I feel his cock tense up and he shoots into the back of my throat. I take it, swallow, and clean up the boy's groin with my tongue.

While I fully expected this to be the end of our sexual encounter for the night, I was surprised when Harry got up, turned to face the bed, and then crawled on his hands and knees until he was situated comfortably in front of me on the bed, his ass raised into the air. Unaware of really what to do, I take the boy's cheeks in my hand and start to rub them.

I give them both a few light slaps and pull them apart, letting some of my saliva drip down. I try to insert one finger into the boy, but I'm surprised when his hole provides more resistance than I can overpower, mostly due to the amount of friction and the lack of lubricant.

I return to my room quickly and retrieve the small yellow bottle of lotion I keep in the side pocket of my bag. Thank god I brought some.

I cover my fingers in the white lotion and try again to enter the boy, this time it's much easier. I slide in one finger and begin to massage the boy's hole until he has loosened up. I then insert two and continue until I can fit four.

"Niall. Please. Fuck me. Please." Harry finally speaks.

"Your wish is my command." I reply, for once, confidently.

I line my cock up to his ass and slide myself in. Harry's back rises up and he takes in a quick and distressed breath. I slowly slide more and more in, stopping when he winces from the pressure of the newly inserted object. Once Harry grows comfortable to my size, I start sliding in and out of him, letting my hips slam into his ass each time I enter him again.

The younger boy is gasping every time I push back inside him, and he starts to push back against me, hoping that I had more cock to put inside him. I fuck him for minutes, loving the feeling of tightness and warmth that the boy below me is responsible for.

I push harry to where his body lays flat on the bed, his chest up against the sheets. I continue to fuck him, pushing his body further and further into the mattress, and grabbing ahold of his hands that are wrapping themselves in the sheets below us. Harry wraps the back of his legs around my thighs that are behind him, and I continue fucking him.

A few minutes pass and I can feel myself getting close. I let Harry know of the upcoming event, and he just moans more and begs me to continue. Of course, I continue, and after a bit longer, I finally cum inside of the younger boy whose body has contracted below me.

I roll off of Harry's rising and falling chest, wrapping my arm around the nearly lifeless body of the younger boy. We lie there for the remainder of the night, only ending our embrace long enough to wrap a blanket around us and shut the lights off.

Laying there with a naked Harry in my arms, I think to myself, 'Welcome home Niall.'