"You should just come home with me," Harry said. He wrapped his arms around Niall's waist and pressed their bodies together. He kissed Niall's neck several times before moving his lips up to his mouth. "I don't want to be without you for so long."
"It's only ten days," Niall said. He ran his fingers through Harry's hair and down to the back of his neck. "I love you, but I want to see my family."
"I know," Harry said. He kissed Niall again. "You know, if you just told them about..."
"Harry, this is our last full night together. I don't want to have this conversation again," Niall said. He pulled back slightly. "Please, can't we just be together?"
"I just don't understand, Niall," Harry said, refusing to let the subject drop. "You say you're not ashamed of who you are or of us, but you won't tell them. What is going to happen when we get married or want to start a family? Are we always going to be hiding?"
"I'm not ashamed," Niall said. "I'm just not ready. If you haven't noticed, Harry, there's a lot going on in my life right now. I'm sorry my family isn't as accepting as yours. I wouldn't be welcomed with open arms. I'm not ready for that."
"You don't know that! It'll be different when it's their child," Harry said. "I just want to be with you, Niall."
"You are with me," Niall said. "Right now. You're with me right now. After a long plane ride tomorrow, we won't see each other for ten days, and all you want to do is argue!"
"No, baby, that's not what I want at all," Harry said, his voice almost pleading. "I want you to be happy. That's all I want."
"Then just let it go," Niall said. "Please."
"Okay." Harry kissed him, and then kissed him again. Over and over until they were tangled in each other, lost in their touches and kisses. Their bodies moved together; the only sounds being their low moans and cries of pleasure.
"I love you," Harry whispered as they were falling asleep. "I'll always love you."
"I love you, too," Niall said.
***
Niall clicked his fork on his plate and glanced at his watch. He was supposed to Skype with Harry in fifteen minutes, and his dad was in the middle of a long story about something Niall wasn't even paying attention to.
"Niall?" his dad asked, snapping him out of his daydream. He looked up and raised his eyebrows. "Did you hear what I said?"
"No, sorry," Niall admitted. "I must have zoned out."
"I said that nice girl from down the street has been asking when you were getting home," his dad said. "Maybe you should talk to her. Some female company might do you some good."
"I'm surrounded by females all day, everyday, Dad," Niall said. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and pushed his food around his plate.
"Oh, you know what I mean," his dad said.
"I'm not really looking for that right now," he said. He wanted badly for the conversation to end so he could go to his room and call Harry.
"You've never been looking for that," Greg said. "I'm starting to think you're gay."
"I am," Niall said. His eyes went wide when he realized he had spoken the words and not just thought them.
"What?" Greg asked. Niall looked at his brother and father. Both their jaws were slack, their eyes full of surprise. Niall knew there was no way to go back.
"I said, I am," Niall said more confidently than he felt. "I don't want a girlfriend because I'm gay."
"Oh, that's..." his dad started. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little shocked, Niall." Niall wasn't sure what to say, so he continued to stare at his food. "I mean, it's fine. You're still you. I just...didn't see it coming."
"So...you're ok with it?" Niall asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" his dad asked. "As long as you're happy, I don't care who you love. As long as she-he-treats you right. Your mother on the other hand...she may not take it as well."
"Probably not," Niall said. His mother was the religious one. She was the one who forced Niall into a Catholic school and could quote the bible. He knew that she would not take it as well, but he felt slightly better though knowing he wasn't going to lose his whole family.
"Greg?" he asked. His brother had yet to say anything.
"It's Harry, isn't it?" he asked. The question caught Niall off guard. He just stared at his brother. "I can see it in the way you look at each other. I always knew...about you, I mean, but it's him, yeah?"
"Yeah," Niall said.
"That's great, Niall," his Dad said. "I always liked Harry. He's a good kid. You should invite him over."
"What?"
"You should invite him over," his Dad said again. "I know he must want to be with his family, but..."
"We need to threaten him properly," Greg interrupted. "You know, the whole big-brother-if-you-hurt-him-I'll-hurt-you thing. I never thought I'd get to do it, but now I have the opportunity."
"Oh, yeah, that sounds like loads of fun," Niall said sarcastically.
"Seriously, Niall," his Dad said. "It would be nice to get a chance to know him as your boyfriend, not just your friend."
Niall honestly was starting to think he was dreaming. There was no way this was actually happening. "Ok," he said simply. "I'll ask him."
***
The first three days felt surreal. He met Harry at the airport, but waited until they were in the car to hug him and until they were in his room to kiss him. Before telling his dad and brother, he had a constant ache in his stomach, which he hadn't noticed was there until it was gone. He felt relieved.
He was even more relieved when he realized how easy it was to be with Harry in front of his family. At first it was strange, but little by little, he got more comfortable. It was nice to be able to cuddle on the couch or hold hands in the backyard without the fear of being caught.
His dad and brother were extremely nice to Harry. They asked about Harry's family and whether he was out to them. They asked about their relationship and sat patiently while Harry recounted it.
It still didn't feel completely real to him, but Niall wasn't going to question it. He was happy.
"Can you believe," Harry asked as they lay in Niall's bed. Their shoulders were touching and their laced hands lay between them. "That a little over a week ago you were scared to tell your family? Now, I don't want to say I told you so, but the past few days have been really nice."
"You were right," Niall said. "I'll admit that, but I still haven't told my mom, but she's a battle for another day. Another trip."
"Have you seen her at all?"
"Yeah, a few times the first few days," Niall said. "Then you got here, so I was preoccupied."
"Sorry, I'm such a distraction."
Niall shrugged. "I don't mind so much," he said. "As a matter of fact, you could distract me right now, and I wouldn't really mind."
"Your dad is right down the hall," Harry said, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. Niall turned to his side and kissed Harry's neck.
"I know," he said. He kissed his neck again a bit further up. "But it's been so long. Over a week." He kissed his jaw. "I miss you." He kissed his cheek. "I'll be quiet."
"You're never quiet," Harry pointed out.
"I'll try really hard." Niall slid his free hand down Harry's stomach and to his crotch. He messaged in small circles, causing Harry to gasp and raise his hips into the touch. Niall kissed his lips. "Really. Hard."
Harry groaned. "Damn it." He laced his fingers through Niall's hair and pressed their lips together.
Having been preparing for bed, they were both bare from the waist up. Niall pushed his hand under the elastic band of Harry's boxers and gripped his member. Harry moaned into their kiss, giving Niall the opportunity to slip his tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues lapped against each other's, exploring the familiar territory.
Harry was now completely hard in Niall's hand. Niall fought against the fabric to slide his hand around Harry's member. He broke from the kiss and crawled in between Harry's legs. He hooked his fingers under the band, and glanced toward the door to make sure it was locked before pulling them off and throwing them to the side. He licked his lips as he looked at Harry sprawled out before him.
He gripped the top of Harry's cock and ran his thumb over the slit. Harry shuddered and raised his hips to the touch. Niall began jerking him off again. Harry's eyes fell closed; his hands rested on his stomach. Niall rubbed himself through his boxers while continuing to touch Harry. His hand twisted up Harry's length and back down until the younger man was biting his lip and panting. Niall released him and crawled back up his body.
He kissed Harry, their chests pressed together. He blindly groped in the bedside table for a condom and lube. He laid them on the bed once he found them. He broke their kiss and got up from the bed. He stepped out of his boxers and properly tugged himself as he walked across the room.
"I could be doing that for you, you know," Harry said from the bed. Niall smiled over his shoulder at him and turned off the light.
He kissed Harry when he got back to the bed. "I'd rather you be inside me," he said. Harry raised his head and kissed him again.
"I could do that, too," he said. He pushed Niall off him and to the side. "Lay on your side," he instructed as he tore open the condom and started to roll it over his dick. Niall did as he was told, silently touching himself as he waited.
Harry scooted up behind him, pressing his chest to Niall's back. He kissed his shoulder then his neck. His hands trailed down Niall's side and over his ass. Niall bit his lip in anticipation. One of Harry's fingers, already slick with lube pushed into him. Niall gasped; it took him a minute to adjust, but once he did, he was begging for more.
Niall bent his leg to give Harry better access. As Harry's finger's worked his ass, the younger man's lips place light kisses along his shoulders. Niall could feel Harry's cock sliding between his back and Harry's stomach.
"I'm ready, Harry," he said, turning his head to face Harry. Harry nodded and kissed his lips quickly.
Harry positioned his dick at Niall's entrance. Niall lifted his leg to make it easier for him. Harry slowly guided his cock inside the older man. Once he was completely entered, he hooked his arm around Niall's thigh, holding it up. He kissed Niall's shoulder and waited for him to relax.
Eventually, Niall started pushing back against Harry's cock. Harry took that as his signal to move. As slowly as he entered, he drew back. Niall's body slid around him as he moved in and out of him. Harry's teeth grazed Niall's shoulder.
Niall turned his head into the pillow and moaned into it, hoping it would stifle him enough. Harry quickened his pace, hitting Niall's prostate with every thrust. He let Niall's leg drop, but pushed it forward so it was laying in front of his other one. He repositioned himself so he was hovering above Niall, entering him from the side instead of from behind.
The new position helped him hit Niall's prostate with more force, causing Niall to writhe beneath him. Harry smiled at Niall's reaction. "Like that, baby?" he asked, bending down to kiss Niall's cheek.
"Oh, yeah, Haz," Niall moaned quietly. "Harder. Fuck me harder, baby."
"If that's what you want," Harry said. He pulled out of Niall, causing him to whimper. He gripped Niall's hips and spun him onto his stomach. Niall went to get on his knees, but Harry pushed him back down. "No," he said. "Stay just like that. Spread your legs a little more...perfect."
Harry guided his cock back inside Niall and braced himself, his hands lacing over the back of Niall's and pinned above Niall's head.
Niall's cock rubbed against the duvet as Harry thrust into him. He could feel the stiches moving around his dick. He moaned into the pillow. Harry slammed into him as fast as his body would allow. His mouth was constantly attached to Niall's skin, his teeth biting into his flesh to stop his cries of pleasure.
"Harry," Niall moaned. "I'm gonna come, Haz."
Harry bit his lip violently. "Just wait, baby," he pleaded. "I'm so close. Just wait for me."
Niall's fingers tightened around Harry's. "Hurry, baby," he said. "I need to come."
Harry backed off of him and lifted Niall's hips so his cock wasn't pressed to the mattress anymore. Niall's hole was clenching and unclenching around his member. Harry's mouth hung open.
"Harry," Niall begged. "Fuck...please. I can't hold..."
"Shit-fuck. Yeah, baby," Harry groaned. Niall's pushed back on his member, moving his hips in small circles. "I'm coming, Ni. Ugh-y-eah..."
Harry thrust became sloppy and uneven as he released his seed. He continued to push inside Niall until he couldn't stand the feeling any longer. He pulled out of Niall. Niall whimpered again.
"Harry..."
"I know, baby," Harry said. He turned Niall onto his back. Instinctively, Niall bent his legs. His hole was still gaping from the recent intrusion. It clenched and unclenched, waiting to be entered again. Harry inserted three fingers and starting working them against Niall's prostate.
Niall moaned and pushed his hips down onto the touch. He went to take his dick in his hand, but Harry smacked it away. He wrapped his lips around the tip, running his tongue along the slit and lapping up the pre-cum before moving his head downward.
Niall took a sharp intake of breath and wove his fingers through Harry's hair. He held him in place and thrust into his mouth as Harry continued to finger him.
"H-Harry," he moaned. "Fuck. I'm gonna come, baby."
He thrust faster into Harry's mouth, causing him to gag slightly and push Niall's hips back down. It didn't matter though because a moment later, he was spilling inside Harry's mouth. Harry's fingers pressed against his prostate, messaging it, but not hitting it as he rode out his orgasm.
He was still panting when Harry crawled up his body and kissed him. Harry's mouth was still salty with the taste of him. Harry collapsed on top of him. Niall traced his fingers along his back.
"I was quiet, right?" Niall asked. Harry laughed and kissed his chest.
"Yes," he said. "I'm very proud."
***
Niall was paranoid the next day. He watched everyone's faces to see if they acted any differently around him or Harry. It wasn't until dinner that he was convinced no one had heard them. Harry smiled at him across the table and hooked their ankles.
"So tomorrow's your last full day here, yeah?" his dad asked. Niall nodded. "Are you going to see your mom again before you leave?"
"I don't know," he said. "I hadn't really thought about it, not with Harry being here."
"Harry being here shouldn't stop you from seeing her, Niall," his dad said. "I mean, you and Harry are friends. She knows that. And if you don't want her to know anything else, she doesn't have to."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You really should see her, Niall," Harry said. "I could always just stay here."
"Yeah, ok, fine," he said. "I'll call her after dinner."
"It'll be ok, son," his dad said. He rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Niall wasn't so sure.