Hail Mary

Liam

My confidence is a little bit of an act. It always has been, from school to football to my personal life and everything inbetween. It's the only way I can get through things, because I'm constantly second-guessing myself. Thanks to advice from my dad early on, I've definitely come to live the phrase "Fake it 'til you make it." He probably never thought I'd end up applying it to this, though. Horan's body is intimidating. He's made up of hard muscles and lines that flow into one another, pointing me toward my destination. I've seen him before, and I know how he feels in my hand. But now his size is almost a little overwhelming. I think about the porn I've seen, and I wonder if it's actually as easy to suck a big cock as some of the actors make it look. I also wonder a whole bunch of other things I shouldn't be thinking about, like whether or not he'll taste good to me, or what to do when he comes. It isn't until I draw in a breath of him that my mind settles. Or, I guess it's probably more realistic to say I just blank out. That scent of light musk totally turns me on, rich and heady and male. It pushes all the thoughts and worries out of my mind, and I'm left only with desire. Desire to taste him. Desire to please him. Leaning in, I part my lips and push my tongue out, touching it to his shaft. I stroke upward from the base, toward the tip, the same way he did to me. At that first contact, he sucks in a breath, and I know I'm at least on the right track. His skin is velvety smooth against my tongue, and his taste just reinforces the jolt that's running through my senses as I explore him. I make it to the tip of his cock and start back down, getting acquainted with every inch of him. He likes a lot of the same things I do. When I move my tongue underneath the head, his hands grip hard into the sheets, and I can feel his body start to tighten a little. He's already fighting against release, and I haven't even gotten a chance to take him into my mouth yet. I decide to do something about that, and engulf him with my lips. I suck just the head first, and it takes me a few tries to adjust the pressure to the point where I can suck him vigorously without having to worry about teeth. Once I get there, Horan is gone. He starts to thrust against my mouth, and I let him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock just to help control him a little so he doesn't push it too deep. He fucks my mouth, uses me until he's moaning nonstop, and it's sexy as hell. I never thought I'd enjoy something like this, and as he thrusts into me, it makes me wonder what he would feel like elsewhere. It's the first time I've really thought about being fucked by another guy—by Niall—but judging from my own moans around his cock and the fact that my dick is rock hard in my jeans, I think it's safe to say the idea is more appealing than I thought it would be. As I let Horan fuck my mouth, I rub myself through my pants, and I can feel when he's getting too close to hold on any longer. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come," he says breathlessly, his voice almost a growl. I don't move away, and he takes that as the all-clear. He buries his hands in my hair, and he slows his movements, letting me finish him with my lips and tongue. His release hits fast and hard, and I catch just the slightest taste of him as he pumps into me. Most of my attention is focused on his groans, though, because he sounds absolutely amazing when he's coming. And to know I'm the one to draw that sound from him? It almost feels better than winning the game today. "That was amazing," he says, his voice a little shaky, and his praise strokes something inside of me I didn't know needed stroking. He pulls me up for a kiss, and I can't help it: I'm greedy. I want more. I'm craving something, and I'm starting to realize what it is, but I don't really know how to ask for it, or even demand it. Horan takes over and maneuvers me back onto the bed, and before I can think about it, he has my pants and underwear yanked off and he's returning the favor. I close my eyes and let him work his magic, and once we're both spent, I lay there, trying to bring my breathing back to normal while he takes a little cat nap. I want more of this. I've never been all that sex-crazed before—I've always had too much other shit on my mind—but with Horan, it's like I can't get enough. He's a drug, and I'm the guy who can't quit buying. Can't quit using. But I'm starting to feel like there's a little more to it than that. Like we're more than just friends who like to get off together. I want him to do things to me I've never even thought about before. I think I'm starting to have feelings for my best friend.