"I just wanted you to fuck me but I got greedy and wanted you to love me."
The one where Niall is a simple car mechanic, and Harry's a famous designer and somehow, fate led them together.
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I mean.. can we just... ^
On a side note, kind of a r rated chapter. Kinda, but not really. Haha, I don't even know.
HS
I grip his waist, spinning him around, and caging him against the wall. I pull his bum closer to my front as my lips trace over his exposed neck.
One of my hand travels down to his front, and straight down into his basketball shorts.
"Fuck." He curses rather loudly as I give him a little squeeze.
I laugh softly, before tilting his head to muffle his moans with my lips.
"Babe, shhh." I whisper, before laughing softly again. "We won't hear the last of Ed if he hears us." I mumble against his lips.
"Oh please, he and Cara have been doing it back here countless of times." He speaks in a hushed tone. "Plus, we should be more worried about my Uncle instead of Ed."
"Will he come back here?" I ask softly and he shakes his head. I've seen his Uncle, Bradan Horan, a couple of times, said a few hellos, but that's about it. He's a very quiet but nice lad, and doesn't seem like those typical grumpy old man who works in these sort of car workshops. Although, I've seen him blow up a couple of times because of some pissy customer. Not a very pretty sight.
"He doesn't usually come out to the back at night." He tells me. "Now, please don't talk about my Uncle when we're just about to have sex." He grumbles, and I chuckle softly, nodding. He cranes his head to the side, tilting his head to meet with mine and I'm quick to kiss him, prying my tongue through his lips.
I remove my hand from his shorts after a few soft pumps, before pulling the gutters down just till his bum is exposed.
I pull back from our kiss, before running my lips down the side of his neck, sucking harshly on his sensitive spot while I undo my own dress pants, pushing them down just slightly.
I rest a palm on the wall beside his head to support my weight, and the other gripping onto his hip tightly to keep them in place.
"I'm so glad you decided to wear shorts today." I breathe out against his neck.
I lick over the reddening bruise on his neck, and he whimpers before he releases a soft moan. He leans his head back onto my collar bones and takes my bottom lip between his. His tongue glides across my bottom lip, and before I could part my lips further, he pulls back from the short lived kiss.
