“Zayn and Niall, will you stop?!” I yelled, annoyed with their constant make-out sessions. It really wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t want to be a part of it. I was just jealous of them.
“Sorry, Li.” Niall said as he and Zayn pulled apart.
I sighed. “No, I’m sorry. You two are fine.” I said as I walked out on the balcony for some fresh air. It irritated me that Louis and Harry had their girlfriends, and Niall and Zayn had each other, and I didn’t have anybody.
“Li, what’s wrong?” I heard Zayn’s soft voice at the door.
I looked down over the edge of the balcony. “Nothing, Zayn. I’m sorry.”
“Liar.” He said. I could hear his voice getting closer, and I was getting mad, mostly because seeing him and Niall before was giving me a large problem in my pants, and right now, it was getting worse.
“Zayn, please, just stop.” I begged as I turned around to look at him.
He looked at me, and then glanced down at my pants, and he smirked. “Nice.”
“You think this is fucking funny?” I blew up at him, and Niall came over to see what the problem was. “I have to watch two of the sexiest guys I know make out and I hear you fucking each others brains out all the time, and it’s not fair! I get these problems all the damn time, and you all have somebody, and I have no one!” I yelled.
“Liam, calm down.” Niall said.
“No, Niall! I can’t do this anymore. You have no idea the hell you two put me through because I fucking love both of you, and it’s not fair, because you have each other!” I yelled again. It was about time they knew.
They looked at me for a second, before Zayn came over and planted his lips on mine. I was surprised, but I kissed him back just as hard as he was kissing me. It was even better than I thought. He pressed one hand hard on my waist, pulling me closer to him as he traced my bottom lip with his tongue and I gave him entry. We kissed for another minute, and I felt him get hard against me, and my pants twitched. They were painfully tight.
Zayn moved to my neck and I moaned, and threw my head back. “Here,” he whispered, as he undid my pants and he took them off, making me less strained. He trailed one hand down my stomach, and he snapped my waistband, making me groan in frustration. He smirked as he put his hand down my pants, and he started jerking me off.
“Fuck, Zayn,” I gasped as he went faster. I couldn’t help the moans escaping my lips. I had dreamed about this for so long, and it was even better than I thought. He thumed the tip of my dick, and my stomach tightened. “Zayn, I’m coming,” I warned, as he nipped at my ear, sending me over the edge, and I came in his hand, and in my boxers.
“Fuck, Liam,” I heard Niall say, and I turned to see him jerking himself off. “I don’t know how you just sit through this,” he gasped.
I laughed, as I came down from my high. “Sorry, but you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off listening to you two.” Zayn kissed my neck softly, and Niall groaned in frustration. “Need some help there, Nialler?” I asked. He nodded sharply, as I walked over to him just inside of the balcony. I kissed his neck, as I slipped my hand down and moved his off, and took his dick in my hands.
“Fuck, Liam,” he gasped as I started jerking him off. I kissed and sucked at his neck, and went faster. “Uhhhh, fuck,” he said. I always knew Niall was vocal, but it was even better when it was me causing him to swear like this. “Fuck, Li, I can’t,” he gasped as I went faster. I kissed him softly on the lips, and he wrapped one hand in my hair, and he held my head closer to his as he kissed me back. I bit at his neck, and thumbed the tip of his dick. I felt it twitch, and he groaned in warning, before I felt warm liquid in my hands and his boxers. “Uhhh, Liam,” he said, coming down from his high.
