Taking the Plunge

Chapter Three

Upon walking in the front door, Niall was bombarded with a throbbing baseline and the drunken cries of many rambunctious teens. Harry's foyer and joined living room had been transformed into a massive dance floor. The furniture had been pushed against the walls, valuables hidden from kleptomaniacal friends, and breakables relocated to safer places. The overhead lights had been shut off and only two lamps were lit, each sitting in opposite corners of the room and casting an ominous glow over the pulsing mob of dancers.

The blonde boy searched the crowd for Louis, figuring that he would at least let him know that he decided to come. After their chat a few hours prior, Lou said that  Niall didn't have to go if he was that uncomfortable and after a long internal debate on  Niall's part, he finally decided to come. Though now, he was regretting his choice.

"NIALLL!" someone shouted over the loud music. The boy in question looked in every direction, trying to identify the speaker. Soon, Harry had sprung himself free of the crowd and had both of his arms wrapped around Niall's slim shoulders. "I'm so glad you decided to come after all! Louis felt absolutely terrible when he told me that you said you weren't going to be able to make it!" the younger boy slurred, obviously a bit tipsy.

"Uh.. Yeah!" Niall answered awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable shouting so loudly.

"C'mon!" Harry smiled, untangling his arms from Niall and pulling him into a less crowed room, which happened to be the kitchen. He dipped his hand into a nearby cooler and pulled out a rather large bottle of alcohol, pouring it into a red solo cup. Harry then reached back into the cooler and pulled out another bottle and repeated the same action of filling the cup. Finally pleased with his concoction, he handed the cup to Niall and smiled sweetly.

"Drink up, mate. It's going to be a long night." Harry patted the older boy's back with unnecessary force before skipping drunkenly into the next room.

Niall looked down into the depths of the red cup in his hand, the acrid smell of the two alcohols that Harry had mixed wafting up towards his nose and making him cringe. Biting back his initial skepticism about the concoction, the blonde pinched his nose and brought the cup up to his lips, drinking the entire thing in one go. He slammed the cup on the counter and coughed a little, not really expecting the drink to be as strong as it was. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Liam talking to a petite red headed girl. Niall watched in fascination as he stepped closer to her, dipping his head and whispering into her ear. He watched as she giggled as Liam pulled back, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into him.

Harry was right, it was going to be a long night.

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Louis only knew a few things for sure.

The first, being that he was drunk off of his arse. The second, being that somewhere between the living room, the stairs, and Harry's bedroom, the younger boy had mentioned that Niall had actually showed up at the party. The third, and final thing, was that Harry had a wonderful mouth. Especially when it was on his dick.

The older boy lay naked and spread eagle on Harry's bed, fists clutching the plain coloured sheets in pleasure. He was glad that they had locked the door upon entering, otherwise someone could have walked in and seen Harry straddling Louis' legs, hair disheveled and vibrant green eyes fixed on his boyfriend's expression. His kissable lips stretched wide around the older boy's member. Louis let out a rather loud moan as his dick hit the back of Harry's throat, gripping the sheets with a strength had he didn't know he had to avoid losing control.

"Haz…" Louis gasped out, trying in vain to catch his breath. Harry paused his ministrations, mouth pulling off of the latter's dick. Using the small break in activity to his advantage, Lou put his hands on Harry's shoulders and flipped their positions, so that he was now on top of the younger boy. Leaning down, Louis pushed the chocolate coloured curls away from Harry's ear and whispered to him softly.

 "Fuck me."

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Niall, like Louis, was fucked.

Although in a different sense of the word.

After he had downed the first cup of unknown alcoholic beverages, the blonde had made himself a second cup. And a third. And a fourth. And somewhere in between the fifth and the sixth cup, Niall vaguely remembered grabbing a Red Bull from Harry's fridge, but he couldn't be sure. That night, there were a ton of things he couldn't be sure about.

He wasn't sure where his shirt had gone. He found himself dancing in the middle of a mass of people, body writhing in time with the beat of whatever song was playing. He vaguely remembered a pair of hands reaching around his midsection and pulling it up and over his head, but he couldn't be sure.

He wasn't sure of the time. After the second drink, he had loosened up quite a bit, and found himself not caring about what time it was, or where he was, or what he was doing, or how he was getting home. It didn't really seem like a pertinent thought at the time.

He also wasn't sure of who was behind him. He'd started dancing with this mysterious partner ages ago, but he had yet to turn and see his face. Niall assumed it was a male because of the bulging hardness rubbing against his arse… but he couldn't be sure.

One provocative song bled into the next, and soon Niall was so fixated on staying on his feet that he didn't really notice the pair of hands roaming his chest, tweaking his nipple rings. He didn't notice that whoever was behind him was licking his collar bone, biting softly every once in a while. He didn't realize that he was arching into the mysterious being and moaning like a porn star.

Nope, he didn't notice at all.

Suddenly, whoever was behind him licked the shell of Niall's ear. The young boy shivered involuntarily.

"I found three more," the person whispered, trailing a hand down the blonde's exposed stomach and circling his pierced navel teasingly. He was close enough so that Niall could hear his voice over the thumping music. "How many do I have left?"

"Uhnn!" Niall groaned, thrusting his hips back into the boy's crotch, "Three more. Just three more and I'll let you have me, Liam."

Wait, Niall thought to himself, Liam?

Fuck.