Sex Therapy

Chapter 9: Make It Rain Bitch

Niall turns his head as soon as he notices Harry being frozen. He stopped fucking him and just stayed in the position with his dick still in Niall's asshole for a moment then he pulls out. He lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting properly down on the lounge chair while Niall is still on his knees with his ass up.
"Why'd you stop? Did I...did I do something wrong?" Niall finally sits up along with Harry. His dick is raging hard, red and ready to burst but somehow, he found a way to ignore it. The case of the blue balls seems to be the last thing that Niall is worried about so Harry appreciates that low-key.
"It's not you." Harry shakes his head side to side, knowing that he is lying. "Well, it is you. It's about you. It's..." Harry wants to find the right words to explain for his abrupt action preventing both him and Niall to have an orgasmic episode. "It's about both of us. You are my patient and I'm your psychologist. You have issues...that you wanted to talk about and solve but I haven't been doing my job. You know, I...I shouldn't be having sex with you. I should be helping you and I just realized that when you...you know, said um..."
Niall tilts his head as though as he doesn't understand which is weird because it's quite obvious on what Harry is hinting at. Did he forget that he just said 'daddy'?
"Said what?"
"Come on, Niall." Harry gets up from the chair, walking to the other side of the room to retrieve his boxers. "You know damn well on what I'm talking about." His voice strains as he puts on his underwear one leg at a time then he tries to find his pants and shirt. "You said daddy. You called me daddy."
Niall makes a face as if he smells a disgusting scent, shrugging his shoulders at Harry.
"So what? Did that turn you off or some shit? If you had told me, I wouldn't have done that then."
Harry palms his face, feeling even more frustrated. He doesn't get like this easily but Niall is just so fucking oblivious and it seems like he's doing it on purpose. "No, no, that's not what I meant. While I was..." Harry fake-coughs in his hand then continues his awkward sentence, "Fucking you. I asked you what you needed. Then you responded with needing your daddy."
Niall stares at Harry with a stern frown and a confusing glare.
He still doesn't get it. Harry sighs again, sitting down next to Niall. "You remember what you told me over the phone after making the first appointment? You confessed to me that you had problems with your dad and that it was affecting you."
Niall's mouth forms an 'o', indicating that he has finally got the message. He leans back, looking straight in front of him instead of making eye contact with Harry. He laughs, unexpectedly, with his chest and stomach hiccupping and a smirk drawn on his face. "Yeah, I remember. I did have problems with him and you should be helping me but right now, you should fucking me in this chair." Niall leans in near Harry's face, looking straight in his green eyes. "At this moment, you could have made me cum then you would blow your load all over my ass. Instead, we're talking about this shit."

"Niall..."
"Is this conversation going to end soon so we can get back to what we were doing?" Niall interrupts, and he's clearly irritated and borderline irrational. Harry really wants to help Niall; even if that means giving up the extra money that he would make, selling his body. It's time to do the grown up thing and take responsibility. No more playing and submitting to lust and greed.
"No. It's not and we're not having sex anymore. And as a matter of fact, I think it is best that-"
Niall immediately sat up, then he bends down to get his pants. He puts them on quickly despite how tight the material is. He finds his shoes as well, putting them on his feet. He didn't let Harry finish what he had to say because he knows what Harry is going to suggest. "I'm out then." He zips his pants then digs his hands in his pockets.
"Don't leave like this, please! I'm only trying to help you out and we should have thought this-" He stops speaking when Niall suddenly throws money at his face and the bills lands on the floor and one of them is on the couch.
"That's two-fifty since you didn't finish the job. Have a nice day. Bye." Niall unlocks the door then opens it, leaving out the door. Harry could hear Farrah saying good-bye to Niall but Niall is quiet and rude, saying nothing back.
He fucking threw money in my face. Asshole.
Harry looks down at the two hundreds on the floor then at the fifty bill on the couch. "Shit." As much as he wants to help and to talk with Niall, he would love to solve his financial problems just as badly.