collar full (narry).

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"you must be Harry." Natalie Louise said, holding out her hand for a shake, making eye contact with niall's hand shaking hers.

"I'm Niall actually, and Harry's that one over there." Niall said, motioning over to Harry. he smiled and waved at Natalie Louise, and Niall turned and shot Harry a lopsided glance.

Harry gave him a wink.

"well, come on in boys." Natalie Louise said, widening the door for the two tired boys. harry noticed how urban she looked; wearing large blue denim overalls to match the aura of the small woman, her chunky sandals the color of a camel and her unruly hair matching the bases and dark wood of the rest of the house.

Niall and Harry stepped in and kicked off their shoes out of politeness, even though the house was hardwood. he noticed the high ceilings and white washed walls, and how spread apart the sleeping quarters were, the rooms seemed to be hallways apart.

the boys were exhausted after a long day of flying; or at least they were body tired more than mentally, but Harry always kinda liked that tired because it meant he could stay up later and think, stay up later and recuperate, stay up later and examine the world in the times it'd otherwise be asleep and that was truly the most beautiful time to be awake, to be tired.

Natalie Louise hosted a sorta halfway house. it was a home for people who were visiting Thailand for a period of time, needed a place to stay, and didn't speak the native language. she fed, clothed, and bathed them in return for some help around the home. the boys were fortunate they got referred to such a lovely woman.

Natalie turned and walked into the corridor and Niall elbowed Harry, motioning for him to look at her ass.

it was a fairly nice ass, it was perky and had good movement. it'd be a nice ass to grab onto as she rode you, Harry mused. she was skinny though, and Harry preferred his women with large hips and big asses.

"I live here with my boyfriend, Silas. this is our room, on the left." she said, and Niall and Harry drooped at her statement. they were hoping for a good fuck.

"Jessica lives here too, and Drew and Megan stop in sometimes." she said, and stopped in front of a door.

"who're they?" harry asked.

"Jessica is a real estate agent, and Drew is her husband, a carpenter. they do local house hunting and things like that. Megan is a younger girl, around 19, I think? she's a photography student, so she'll probably ask to film you at some point." Natalie Louise finished, and Niall and Harry nodded at the pretty brunette.

"here's your room. there's a shower and only one bed, but it's a queen." Natalie smiled, and grabbed up their suitcases.

the boys could honestly sleep on train tracks and they wouldn't care, as long as they were together and breakfast was tasty.

"have a good night, I'm sure you're tired."

"thank you." the two said in unison.

//

"get yer hair off my fuckin nose." Niall groaned, flicking Harry's curls off of the tip of his sniffer.

"M'bad." Harry mumbled, smiling at Niall. the two boys had been awake for hours, unable to sleep. they were tired, but not tired enough to sleep. Harry could feel the steepling of his eyelids, the crick of tiredness in his neck, and could feel niall's heat exerted onto his left side. but he kinda liked the sweltering heat and just wanted to be engulfed in the flames, he wanted more, he wanted it all.

he hadn't been fucked in about five months, unless his hand counts.

harry's eyes were adorned with lovely little lilac bags underneath them, the feeling of his toes in the state of being cracked, and still could feel the need, the want, to move next to Niall and be impossibly hotter though he was already sweating and his shirt felt like an extra layer of flesh.

though it was said to be wrong to lay with another man, it didn't stop Harry from inviting the sensation.

the jungle was outside their room. it was loud, green, and filled with the unknown, which sent fear right through harrys heart and pierced his skull. there was bugs, which Harry despised the likes of, snakes, which Harry disliked even more, and jungle cats, which made Harry practically piss himself in fear. 

the only thing Niall was afraid of was dark water, which was so unfair.

Harry knew that there was something else Niall was afraid of, something he'd never admitted to anyone.

"Niall?"

"hm."

"are you afraid of anything, besides dark water?" Harry asked, his fingers twirling the comforter between his index and middle finger. the cotton felt scratchy against his lucid fingers.

"no." he said, sure of his arrogant self. Harry refused to take no for an answer, he wouldn't, he couldn't, he can't.

"nothing? really?" Harry asked, in disbelief.

"no, why? what about you?" Niall said, rolling over so they were eye to eye, chest to chest. face to face.

Harry felt cold on his left side.

"well there's cats, bugs, snakes, cigarettes-"

"no, stupid- like something- anything you've never told me, silly." Niall mumbled, rolling his baby bLues.

"well... then no. I've told you everything. I always tell you everything."

"really? nothing?"

"nuh uh." Harry said, running his tongue over his teeth.

"what about dolls?" Niall prodded.

"no."

"dying?"

"nah."

"dicks?"

"huh?" Harry asked; and before he knew it Niall had placed harry's hand on top of niall's penis.

he gasped and pulled his hand away, fear in his eyes as Niall cackled.

"Niall! not funny!" Harry whined, feeling slightly aroused at the feeling of niall's boxer clad shaft.

"a little funny."

"niall, I'm not even gay."

"mhm."

"I'm not. I don't even have AIDS, or nothing. shut the fuck up ya fag." Harry muttered, rolling onto his back in annoyance.

"Harry, everyone's secretly a little bit gay; and there's nothing you can do to deny that."

and he really, truly, just could not for the life of him.