Embrace

Chapter 4

 It was early when Niall awoke. It couldn't be much later than seven in the morning, and for the first time in a long while he found a smile upon his lips as sleepy eyes fluttered open. He didn't really register anything in particular as he gave a brief scan of the room until he became aware of the warm weight wrapped over his torso and holding his arms close to the chest. It was comforting and soft, a gentle hush of warm breath tickling at the nape of his neck and washing away any sluggishness his newly awakened body would've held.

Niall ever so slowly turned his head, noting the dark brown hairs that sprouted along the forearm of the arm that held him close, he became aware of the body pressing it's warmth against his back. It was slightly bigger than his, having no struggle as it encapsulated his own body in such a cocoon of comfort that it took a moment before Niall had convinced himself he should leave.

It had been so long since Niall had cuddled with anybody, he relented in allowing himself at least five more minutes, the person holding him close clearly didn't mind: so why should he?

That was until he wriggled a little to reiterate his state of comfort, and found a certain something else pressing against his ass, causing him to freeze like a deer in the head lights. It was hard, and stiff, its form easily separating his cheeks despite the fabric of his underwear.

He gave what he would call "a tester" and moved his hips backwards as if just to be sure that what he felt was indeed what he felt. It's form only became more defined at the added pressure applied, the figure that was holding Niall so close gave a quiet moan that vibrated from their throat as they unknowingly shifted closer.

Yep, that's a dick.

Niall carefully slid out from the muscular arm of Will, proud of himself as he twisted his body, rolling and landing almost silently on the hardwood floor.

Mission Impossible, eat your heart out.

Standing, his knees clicking in a way that wasn't painful but made him wince all the same, he observed his bed fellow. Or fellows as there were two bodies in the bed that he was sure weren't there when he got in last night.

He vaguely remembered being woken up at Will asking to join him, probably drunk, but didn't remember Jess doing the same. Regardless he couldn't help but give a quiet chuckle as he watched the toned body of Will stretch with a grumble as he rolled over and began to spoon Jess.

Taking this as an opportunity for a moment of alone time, undoubtedly going to be a rarity this weekend, he grabbed his shoes and some clothing, carrying them bunched up in his arms out the room and into the hallway, where thankfully no one else was awake so he was able to get dressed with some privacy.

After dressing he made his way downstairs, stealthily swiping an apple from the bowl and slipping outside. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he passed the unconscious Jason sprawled out on one of the sofa's. A thin blanket doing nothing to hide his modesty as it only covered his mid-rift, the famous sock was still intact, and his mouth was open in light snores as drool slipped out its corner.

The sky was grey in it's morning colours. The outside holding an almost violent chill to it as Niall rubbed at his arms, catching sight of his breath on the air, while he cast his eyes outwards to the forests that surrounded the lake house. Determined to not wait for the end of the weekend for his new life to be in order, he figured that going out for morning exercise was an excellent way to start. Except he hated exercise for the sake of exercise. Especially if that exercise was running. How much he loathed it immediately coming to the forefront when faced with the opportunity to do so.

After finally deciding that he was just not a running person, Niall felt that a brisk morning walk was a good place to start instead. Should walk before you can run, right?