NIALL'S POV
Niall had never had such an amazing orgasm in his life, even whilst he was having sex. The thought of Louis sucking him off was just too incredible. He stepped out of the shower and he began drying himself still thinking of that feather-haired, blue-eyed boy that he had known his whole life. Even the towel felt like nirvana on his hyper-sensitive skin, it always felt like this after he released but right now all he wanted was Louis running his hands up and down his skin.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked towards his room to get changed. Louis walked past him towards the bathroom not before Niall caught him eye fucking him. Niall was so glad for the amount of physical training that went into his job description just because of Louis' obvious appreciation of his body. He almost jumped Louis right there but he managed to just give Louis a seductive wink then closed the door after him.
After he had changed into sweat pants and a singlet Niall went into the kitchen and waited for Louis to cook him breakfast just like he promised. He downed a glass of orange juice and looked at their home. It was in a fairly modern style; all whites and shades of black and grey. Very minimalist, not very many photos or homey furnishings. Both boys had lost their parents who also worked in the secret service. The Horans and Tomlinsons had been the best in their division, always completing missions in their dangerous group of four. But when the lads were 15 they died in a tragic fire set by their enemies. Since then the boys had been inseperable, refusing to be placed into different adoptive families and so were instead looked after in the training academy, normally only attended by 18 year olds but they were the exceptions. Because of that they learned combat skills and trained in espionage quickly becoming the best in their classes because of their unrelenting fury at their parents' deaths. They weren't daunted by the older guys in their classes and found it easy to beat them.
But at night when it was just the two of them in their room they would push their single beds together and comfort each other when the memories came of the loving homes they had both lost. They had always remained stoic in the presence of others and never showed their emotions, but when they were alone they could finally let their masks fall. Both of them would shed their tears and both of them would comfort the other in the only way they knew how; body contact. They would wake up in a tangle of limbs and warmth and smile at each other thankful that they still had one another.
Niall was interrupted from his thoughts by Louis traipsing into the kitchen wearing similar clothes to Niall. He couldn't help but stare at the boy's lovely muscles in his arms. Louis began to grab everything that he needed to make the full English. He placed the bacon into the pan and cut up the tomatoes and warmed up the baked beans. As he was doing so Niall couldn't help but be reminded of his father making the same breakfast on the rare Satruday mornings that he had off. The blonde boy blinked back tears and got up quietly making his way around the kitchen island and quickly wrapped his arms around Louis' waist and burrying his face into the space right between Louis' broad shoulders.
LOUIS' POV
When Louis heard the water shut off he made his way out of his room towards the bathroom. He had to make a conscious effort not to let his jaw drop at seeing Niall half-naked and dripping water down his perfect lean abs, forced himself not to start licking the boy's V-lines towards right where he needed to taste...
Holy fuck Niall just bloody winked at me, he saw me eye-fucking him and clearly enjoyed it. Does he want me to jump him right here. Quick just stagger into the bathroom and recover whatever shred of dignity you have left.
When Louis had finished showering he quickly got dressed then headed down to the kitchen to begin cooking the breakfast he had promised for Niall. It was clear that the Irishman was deep in thought when he came in. He left him to it and started making the breakfast.
He was cutting up the tomatoes when he felt warm arms wrap around his waist and the soft breath of Niall hit his back. He turned off the stove and turned around facing Niall, he hugged the boy to his chest then looked up at his face. Niall was looking down and there was a tear running down his cheek. He gently placed his hand under his chin and lifted his face up to him and he caught his breath when Niall watery blue eyes stared at him. He pressed a kiss to his cheek then to each quivering eyelid, "What's wrong love?"
"I just miss them is all, I'm being stupid," Niall replied shrugging.
Louis pulled him closer and ran his fingers through the soft blonde locks, "No Niall, you're not stupid for loving and missing your parents. I miss mine everyday and I miss your parents too, I miss the trips to the Scottish Highlands and hiking with our dads and watching the deer run by. You're not stupid, you just have a big heart and I love you for it."
Niall whimpered and bit his lip, tears running down his face again. Louis backed him slowly to the island and lifted him up by the thighs until he was sitting and they were level. He cupped Niall's face and kissed his tears and then gently, feather-lightly kissed Niall's red mouth just like he did when they were young. The blonde boy smiled, remembering the gesture and grasped him tighter, wrapping his legs around Louis' hips. Louis nestled his face into the crook of Niall's neck and let his own tears go, he took in a shuddering breath and kissed Niall's neck softly. He felt the boy do the same and couldn't help but shiver when he felt those velvet lips touch his skin and the warm breath escape. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Niall slowly let go of Louis. He kept his hand around Louis' neck though and slowly leaned in and kissed the corner of Louis' mouth firmly. Then he smiled and Louis had to catch his breath at Niall's beauty and let him go after squeezing the boy's thigh.
He finished cooking their breakfast and they sat next to each other at the dining table bumping knees and clutching hands under the table just like they did when they were little at dinner parties.
