Sex Therapy

Ch. 3 - The First Customer

Is it better to tell the truth or lie? Or sugarcoat it? Perhaps deny?

What's the best option to do when you have an erection painfully throbbing under tight pants and someone, a patient, had saw it? Worst of all, asked about it.

"Uh...uh, shit." Harry mumbles under his breath. "Maybe we should end the session now. This isn't something to discuss right now."

Niall isn't moving. He's curious and a little devious. "Are you gay, Dr. Styles? I didn't know that. I couldn't sense it." Niall smirked.

"What?! No, I'm not gay!" Harry sputters. "My sexual orientation is none of your business." Although he's defending himself, he still feels like he's losing.

"Then why are you hard?" Niall asks, sitting up and leans in closer to Harry. "Are you bi-curious too?"

Might as well be honest. "Bisexual. Let's move on. Is there anything else you want to talk about?" Harry is becoming annoyed, still hiding his covered erection.

Niall sits back again. He's not going to let go of the conversation. 'Was I turning you on? Or you just randomly thought of doing stuff to me? Or do you have an unknown medical issue and your dick gets hard for no reason? Come on, Dr. Styles. Enlighten me."

"Niall...please ignore it and let's move on." Harry says through his teeth, becoming more and more frustrated. He got up from his chair, going to the door and points at it. "You have to leave. The session's over."

Niall rolls his eyes, pushing himself off from the lounge chair, muttering a "fine". He stops in front of Harry, looking him up and down for a last time. "You're really attractive, by the way. Your boyfriend....or girlfriend is lucky." His smile was small and sad. Harry feels bad for being a dick. Yeah, the situation was embarrassing but it's something to laugh about than to get mad at.

As soon as Niall opens the door, Harry palms the door, slamming it shut. "I don't have a boyfriend....or girlfriend." They stare at each other in silence and the sexual tension is getting heavier because their faces are so close together. All Harry has to do is step a little forward and he can kiss Niall.

Surprisingly, Niall makes the first move, locking the door as a precaution then throws himself on Harry, lips first and grabbing both sides of Harry's head. Harry puts his hands on Niall's waist, pulling him in closer.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Harry mumbles in the middle of the kiss, pulling Niall with him and slowly walking backwards to lay on the lounge chair. "I'm your therapist." He mentions.....yet he's still kissing Niall and feeling up on his body. Niall gives an extra push, and Harry falls back on the chair with the other man settling on top of him. They continues kissing, grinding their erections against each other.

"Niall...this is a bad idea. I could get fired." Niall ignores Harry, kissing from his lips to his throat, slowly moving down until he met at Harry's crotch.

"This looks very painful, Let me help you out with it" He winked as he undone the button. Then unzipping Harry's black pants, pulling them down and mouths at the cock tenting underneath the boxers.

"Fuck." Harry moans from the heat of Niall's mouth. He feel like exploding right now. Niall licks at the covered tip, wetting up Harry's underwear with his saliva. His fingers plays with hem of the boxers, and Harry can't handle the teasing. "Please." He chokes out and Niall smirks, finally pulling it down. His eyes is set on Harry's cock sticking out to the side and twitching repeatedly. "Do something."

"When was the last time you got head, Dr. Styles? Hm?"

Niall breathes on Harry's dick, and tingles shudders through Harry's body. His head fell back from the feeling and he closes his eyes. "You have asked too many questions today, Niall. It has been....a long time." He admits.