All Things Narry

We Were Never A Thing

Niall put down the fountain pen, watching the ink dry on the line he just signed. His hands are eerily still, heart thumping steadily.

"Congratulations, Niall. You've just signed with your first management company." Ms. Brook smiles. "Welcome to Modest!Management." She holds out her hand and Niall shakes her hand.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." He says eagerly and turns to grin hugely at the curly haired man standing behind him, standing up slowly. His calm demeanor finally breaks, his heart starts to thud erratically, he let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

Harry smiles back, holding his arms open a bit for his boyfriend. Niall closes the gap, arms wrapping around Harry's waist, face burying in his neck. "We did it, Haz." Niall whispers, taking a deep breath, letting Harry's scent of home and Tom Ford wash over him. It grounds him.

"No, darling, you did it." He speaks softly, letting his hand rub up and down Niall's back. "I was simply here to support you through it all." Harry kisses the top of Niall's head and hugs him tighter to his chest.

"Simply," Niall rolls his eyes. "That was no easy feat. And I'm thankful for you. I love you." He presses a soft, barely there kiss against his neck before pulling away, "Let's go home, pet."

Niall shuts the office's door behind him as Harry laces their fingers together. "You know very well we won't be there for long. Why don't we just go straight to the pub?" Harry leads Niall into the life.

Niall brings the tattooed hand to his lips and kisses it, "Because I want to be sucked off before we go out. And I want to see you in comfier clothes than a business suit." He murmurs and bumps shoulders with Harry, letting go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist.

A laugh comes from Harry, him pulling away from Niall. Harry pushes him against the wall of the elevator, pinning his arms above his head. "Suck you off? When was that in the plan?" Harry's words come out in a low whisper and his lips attach to Niall's neck, tongue flicking against the soft skin and the collar of his shirt.

"H," Niall lets out a low groan. "Not here." But it doesn't keep him from rutting his hips up against Harry's.

Harry presses his hips flushed against Niall's, "None of that." He grins and kisses him.

The elevator dings and Harry jumps back quickly, shifting Niall in front of him, hands gently resting on his shoulders. Niall clasps his hands and covers his crotch to hide his hard on. Of course Harry uses me to cover his boner. Niall glances up at Harry to give him a look. Harry has a smirk on his lips and all Niall wants to do is kiss it off his stupid face.

His stupidly, beautiful face.

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They leave the lift quickly and find their car. Niall looks at Harry behind the wheel, biting down on his lip. Harry meets Niall's eyes.

A beat passes, then another.

Niall isn't sure who grabbed who, but hands are gripping at each other, lips are pressed roughly and firmly against each other's, and breaths are coming harshly. Harry grips Niall's hips tightly, fingers digging in-surely bruising his Irish peach. The whimper that came from Niall told Harry he is doing the right thing. Niall had gotten his fingers buried in Harry's hair, tugging at the unruly curls.

Niall shifted to his knees, leaning over the center console, pulling Harry's head back tautly. A sound of agreement came from Harry and Niall brings his swollen lips along Harry's throat. His tongue traces to Harry's pulse point before he sucks a second heartbeat into his skin, his hand trailing down to unbuckle Harry's belt.