((A/N: Just a little story before the actual smut. That'll be in part two, which will be up shortly.))
Harry leaned against the bar counter with a beer in hand. He took a swig before putting it down, looking at Niall. The two decided to go out for a night of fun. Seeing as they were the only two single guys of One Direction, they figured why not go out and meet someone? Perhaps a fan who would get down on her knees for them.
"Harry," Niall spoke up. They were mid-conversation about their most recent concert performance, but Harry wasn't really paying attention, and this was evident to Niall. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?"
"Nope, not at all." Harry piped up. "Let me ask you this, though. Have you ever even had sex?" He asked, without hesitation, or thought.
Niall was taken aback, as his eyes widen when Harry asked such a random question. "That was... out of the blue." He chirped, unsure how exactly to respond. He took another drink before responding, but Harry interrupted before he could say a word.
"Okay, nevermind. Smaller- have you ever gotten a blow job?" He asked, curiously.
"Harry, where the hell is this all coming from?" Niall asked, dubious.
”What?” Harry spoke, defensively. “I’m just curious, that’s all. Now answer.” They’d been at the bar for quite some time now, and the alcohol was obviously setting into Harry by now.
“Uh, no. I haven’t.” Niall said, shrugging it off. Things like this never bugged him. Sure, it seemed silly considering-
“But that’s the silly thing, considering you’re probably #2 on everyone’s to-do list.” Harry said, speaking exactly what Niall was thinking.
“Well, who’s number one?” Niall questioned.
“Me, of course.” Harry joked, finishing off his beer. “Okay, another question: do you want one?”
Niall was taken aback from this. He didn’t know what had come over Harry – probably the alcohol – but he was just so... sexual that night.
“...isn’t that why we came out to a bar?” Niall asked, only to have his wrist pulled by Harry into the bathroom. He pushed him into a stall, locking the door. “Harry, what the hell are you doing?” He cried out, stopping as he felt the boy’s soft lips on his neck.
