Lilo & Nouis Smut (BoyxBoy)

17. Don't Have to Pay for a Ticket to This Show (Nouis + Harry)

Harry was bored. He was very bored just staying at home on the couch watching some bad TV. It was a Tuesday, a very boring day in the week because it was so far away from the weekend, and that's when all the fun stuff goes down. Harry turned off the TV and tossed the remote on the coffee table. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he got to Niall's, pressing call immediately. The phone rang four times before Niall answered in a raspy voice.

"Hello?"

"Niall? I'm bored. You wanna hang out today?" Harry asked, picking at the small amount of dirt beneath his nails. He wonders briefly how he even got them dirty before Niall's voice interrupts him.

"M'sorry Haz." He said with a sniffle and a cough. "I'm sick, can't even get out of bed."

"Oh," Harry frowned, "Well, I'll come over and help you feel better." He said, sitting up. Niall released a wet cough and sucked in some air.

"No, no, it's fine. I'm fine. I really don't wanna get you sick." He said.

"No, I don't mind. I'll be there soon." Harry stated, standing from the couch and grabbing his shoes.

"Haz...." Niall whined and let out another gross cough. "It's really, really bad. You could get sick. Please don't come." Harry sighed and dropped his shoes, falling back on the couch again.

"Yeah, okay, I understand. I'll let you get some rest, hope you feel better." Harry said, feeling dejected.

"Thanks Haz. Bye." Niall spoke, hunging up right after. Harry tossed his phone in the floor and groaned, looking up at the ceiling. Everyone was busy; Zayn and Liam were off doing couple stuff; Louis had left to visit his family and wouldn't be back until tomorrow, and now Niall was sick. Harry was a natural caregiver, liked helping any of his mates when they were hurt or under the weather, and Niall was the kind of person who loved that kind of attention, being waited on hand and foot. Harry's even caught Niall pretending to be ill just so he can get a taste of Harry's motherly behavior, but now he's acting like he doesn't want to see Harry at all. Harry stood up and put his shoes on, planning on going to see Niall anyway. He had nothing else to do, and Niall was just going to have to deal with him. He grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door. He stopped by the grocery store first to get Niall some extra food and tea before before going over to his place.

Harry let himself in quietly with his spare key, figuring Niall was probably asleep. Stepping through the door, Harry could hear a moan drift from down the hall. Poor thing, Harry thought. He went into the kitchen with the bags and sat them down on the counter, beginning to unpack them. Harry heard Niall groan from his bedroom and decided that he should go in there and make sure the boy was okay. As he inched closer to Niall's door, the sounds that was clearly Niall got louder, and Harry realized that they were more pleasurable than anything. Harry was hesitant to open the door at first, but grabbed the knob anyway, quietly opening it. As Harry was about to call out Niall's name, he shut his mouth immediately, shutting the door until it was only just cracked open an inch or two. Niall was sitting up on the bed naked, head tilted back as he moaned. Harry's eyes fell down to Niall's lap to see brown feathery hair that he was all too familiar with.

Louis? He was down on his knees naked as well, bobbing his head up and down on Niall's cock. Harry bit down on his lip to hold in the moan that was about to escape and reaches down to squeeze his forming erection.

"Fuck, Lou." Niall moaned loudly, holding Louis' hair tightly in his hands. "Oh, m'close babe." At that, Louis popped off and got up from his knees, grabbing Niall by the back of the head and pressing their lips together fiercely.

"Call me Daddy, baby." Louis whispered. Niall whimpered and nodded his head.

"Yes Daddy." Niall answered, looking up at Louis under his lashes.