The Photo Booth (Nouis Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8 *SMUT*

Niall’s POV

Liam and Harry had decided to go on a date, Liam excitedly explaining: “Harry’s taking me to the park and we’re going to have a picnic and he said something about kisses so…bye!”

Once they’d left, Zayn had gotten up, holding his phone and walking out the door. He’d stopped for a second, not looking up from the iPhone to tell Louis and I, “Going to Max’s.”

I cooked for me and Lou, making tacos and some salsa for dinner.

After we ate, Lou suggested we watch a movie—I let him pick it because I didn’t know which movies were in what cases. He was crouched down beside the movie stand, looking at the last row of films. I admired his perfect ass encased in sweats. I’d give up Nandos to touch it, to grip it tightly as he slid into me from behind. Or maybe he’d spread my legs wide and go in from there, so I could see his beautiful eyes…

“The Inbetweeners okay with you?” he asked, shocking me from my admiration.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

He stood, DVD in hand, and put it in the player.

I held the remote in my hand, sitting comfortably on the couch with my legs spread and arm over the back of the couch. Louis strode toward me on bare feet, pressing a kiss to my lips before sitting on the floor between my legs.

I raised a brow.

“There’s room up here.”

“I know, but I want to sit here.”

I shrugged and hit play.

It wasn’t The Inbetweeners that began playing on the screen; in fact, it looked almost like porn.

“Lou? What’s this?” I questioned, putting a hand on his head.

“I…I’m not sure.”

The bronzed god climbed on the bed, his buttocks flexing as he moved closer to the perfectly shaped male laying spread-eagle on it. The lighter colored man bit his lip, eyes burning over the tiger crawling toward him.

I heard Louis’ breathing get heavy, felt the weight of his head against my leg as he pressed against it.

“Lou,” I rasped, “Is this yours?”

I felt him nod.

My breath caught, and I bit my lip the way the man on the TV had. I ran my fingers through his sex hair, feeling myself get hard. Well, harder. Imagining Lou wanking off to this was…something I’d use in the shower later on.

His teeth nipped my pant leg, and I watched him as he turned around to kneel facing me. His breath was right against my crotch, and I could feel it through my jeans.

“Lou.” I hissed.

He smiled, glancing up at me. That sassy smirk nearly did me in; he looked too perfect between my legs, peeking through his lashes. He placed his forearms on my thighs, moving in closer to me until his chest was right up against my crotch. His hands slid up my jeans, the heat penetrating right through to my bones. He moved them under my shirt, touching my skin and continuing upward until he was standing, my arms rising so he could pull my polo off. The bulge in his sweats was now at mouth-level, and as he took his own striped shirt off, I licked over the fabric, hiding my grin when he jerked and moved closer.

I tucked my fingers under the elastic band, pulling downward, pressing kissing to the revealed skin. I gently pushed him back, falling to my knees and continuing to pull them down.

When he kicked the pants aside, I got my first good look at his cock. I gulped, suddenly unsure; I’d never done this before, and this thing was huge.