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[May. 18th, 2012|05:10 am]
I like you.
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Unfortunately for Harry, he hadn’t been in on the calming makeout session.

“This is going to be a disaster,” Harry announces morosely, throwing himself down onto the couch in the practice room. Harry’s generally quite cheerful, but with Louis gone it’s like all the sunshine’s left Harry’s smile. He’s not wrong, either; they’ve gone through Torn a good half dozen times, and while Harry and Liam sound good as usual, without Louis’s voice in the mix Niall and Zayn’s harmonies are utterly lacking. They’re like a cake with a big slice taken out of it, nobody’s going to buy that cake. Louis’s going to be trapped in the hospital with acute sea urchin poisoning and Simon’s going to send them all packing, and Niall will never find anybody to kiss him ever again, basically.

Niall sits heavily down next to Harry. He opens his mouth to say something comforting, but there’s nothing to say. He closes it again, and puts an arm around Harry instead. Harry burrows gratefully into it, and as if that was their cue, Liam and Zayn sit down on the couch around them, stuffed in close. Zayn leans into Harry’s side, throwing an arm around his waist, and Liam reaches across Niall and puts his hand on Harry’s knee, shaking him a bit.

“It’ll be alright, Harry,” Liam says. “Louis’ll come back in time. It’s not even evening yet, I’m sure they’re just making sure he’s absolutely alright and then he’ll be back with us. Everything will be fine tomorrow, we’re good together, right guys?”

“Right, yeah,” Niall says, unable to resist Liam’s optimism. He tightens his arm around Harry’s shoulder. “We really have something, you know? Even if they have to keep Louis overnight, they can still get him back to us tomorrow. The audition’s not ’til the afternoon, we’ll have time to get it together. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Harry,” Zayn echoes. Harry looks a little teary now, which makes tears threaten for Niall too, because it’s the worst when people cry around him. He’s no stranger to a manly weep on occasion, but this is a lot, jesus, a lot to deal within a short span of time and he’s not sure he can even - he wriggles a little uncomfortably, wishing for an escape. Harry looks at him with big sad eyes and Niall wants to collapse like a house of cards.

“Maybe we all just need a drink,” Niall says weakly. Of course, they can’t have one, not with the cameras about and most of them underage. For the first time that week Niall misses Ireland badly. “Or something to eat, we can just relax for a minute. I’m going to the kitchen, do you guys want anything?”

“I’m okay,” says Liam. “Think I might go sit on the beach for a little bit. Throw some rocks at the sea urchins, if I can find any.”

“Yeah, me too,” Zayn says.

Harry looks up at Niall, eyes green and shining, but not quite as despondent as they were before. Niall breathes a sigh of relief. “I could go for a snack,” Harry says. “I’ll come with you, Niall.”

Not quite the escape that Niall was going for, but he doesn’t regret having Harry at his side once they’ve split up. Harry sticks close by, their knuckles brushing as they walk, bumping into Niall from time to time. The walk feels longer than it is, Niall more and more aware with each passing second how much he just - god, he just wants Harry, is what it is. Yesterday hadn’t been enough, and now he’s thinking of Harry’s promise last night, that today would bring something. It wouldn’t do to just go in for a snog now, not with Louis gone and everyone so on edge, but Niall can’t help but want to anyway.

In the kitchen they convince the cooks to put together a few sandwiches, and Niall has his half gone by the time they’re back in the hallway. “Come back to mine, would you?” Harry asks. Niall’s probably imagining it, but his tone seems awfully sultry and low. Around a mouthful of turkey and lettuce Niall agrees to go with him, aware suddenly that he’s not at his sexiest, but probably that’s not even what it’s about. Probably Harry just doesn’t want to be alone. Niall finishes his sandwich at the speed of light, anyway, naught left but crumbs on the plate by the time they’re in Harry’s room. Harry shuts the door behind them and locks it, and Niall chokes a little on his last bite.

Harry’s hand is warm on his back, patting him as he coughs, and Niall gratefully accepts the water Harry hands him off the bedside table. He drinks from it for longer than is strictly necessary, actually, until Harry’s sat down on the bed and giving Niall a considering look. Harry’s barely touched his sandwich. Niall thinks about asking if he can have the rest of it.

“Sit down with me,” says Harry. Niall does. Harry crawls closer to the center of the bed, and Niall does too, until they’re mirroring each other. Harry tilts his head, his lips quirking at the corner. “Take your shirt off,” he says, like this is an experiment. Niall’s got the creeping suspicion that this might be another situation like last night. He wonders what the endgame is with this one, if there’s something else Harry hopes to learn.

Niall shrugs and takes his shirt off. Harry does the same, then, looking Niall in the eye, takes his shorts off too. Niall watches him do it, helpless not to. When he stares too long at Harry’s pants, Harry gets his thumbs into the elastic waistband and pushes them off as well, leaving him naked.

“You too,” Harry says, gesturing at Niall’s shorts. It would be useless, probably, to ask Harry what he wants. Niall takes a wild stab at guessing: probably this will get sexy. Well, sexier. Harry’s naked, so that’s a good foundation already for a sexy encounter. Niall shucks the rest of his clothes before he loses his nerve, but can’t keep his eyes open for it, not with Harry looking at him like he is. He keeps his eyes down once he’s naked, until Harry gently cups his chin and lifts his face up so they’re looking each other in the eye. “You can say no, you know,” Harry says. “If you don’t want to.”

“I’m not going to say no,” Niall says. He’s still not sure what he’s saying yes or no to, really, but he can’t think of anything in particular that would be very terrible in this situation.

“Then say yes,” Harry says. He leans across the bed, closing the distance between them, and stops with his lips close to Niall’s, so close. Niall licks his lips, and his tongue nearly touches Harry’s mouth. “Say yes so I can hear it.”

“Yes,” Niall says. It comes out almost a growl, and anything else Niall would have said gets swallowed up Harry’s kiss. It’s better than yesterday’s, more assured, and that assurance awakens something in Niall, something that lets him wind a hand into Harry’s hair and hold him there, kissing him hard. Once he starts, it feels like he can’t stop; like if they just keep on kissing, then he can stay here forever, with Harry and with everyone, teetering on the edge of something huge instead of taking that step off the cliff, not knowing where they’ll land. Niall thinks about trying to go on without Louis, and bites down on Harry’s lip. It pulls a noise out of Harry, a desperate little sound, and he kisses Niall harder, pressing close enough that Niall’s knocked backwards a little bit. Harry gets a hand on his hip, his fingertips digging into Niall’s back, and suddenly he can’t get close enough, neither of them can, and Harry’s kicking the sheets to the foot of the bed and they’re shifting until they’re lying down.

It’s when they’re facing each other, naked in the sunshine, that Niall realizes he’s only ever done this much with Harry, the morning before, that Harry’s the only one he’s ever lain down naked with, kissed like that, without anything between them. Louis was there yesterday, and for a moment Niall feels the absence of him and wonders if Harry feels it too. Niall was just kissing Zayn a few hours ago, and Liam right after, and it feels wrong not to have kissed Louis yet. Yet. As if this might be something he can have.

Harry shuffles closer to him, and pushes his fingers round the back of Niall’s neck, cupping it with a warm hand. He moves in but stops close of kissing him, and Niall’s just leaning in to close the distance when Harry says, “I’m scared, aren’t you? I’m not finished with this yet.”

Niall’s nodding before he even finishes. He sets a hand to Harry’s shoulder, then slides it down, touching Harry’s waist, the flat of his stomach, his hip. “We have to make it through.” He shakes his head. There’s no other course for them. He can’t even contemplate having this, any of this, and then stopping. He doesn’t want to think about never having this again. “We have to,” he repeats.

“No other option,” Harry agrees. “We’re too good together, all of us.”

“All of us,” Niall echoes. He looks down the length of Harry’s body, tanned except for the line of his shorts. Harry’s cock is hard, like Niall’s is, and Niall wants to touch it. He doesn’t though, not yet. “This thing between us, it’s a bit strange, isn’t it? How everyone’s, you know.”

“Good at singing?” Harry says. He touches Niall’s side, lightly at first, with his fingertips, then with more pressure, until he’s caressing almost, a warm, settling touch. Niall swallows. “Terrible at dancing?” Harry says, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He slips a leg between Niall’s, and brings them chest to chest. When their cocks bump against each other, Niall thinks, distantly, that he might die.

Niall forgets the point he was trying to make. It wasn’t important anyway.

“Sexually curious?” Harry says, that teasing edge still there but fading fast. His hand slips down, further and further, until he’s got one of Niall’s arse cheeks in his hand.

“Christ, whatever,” Niall groans, and rolls onto his back, tugging Harry the rest of the way over. Harry goes with it with a laugh, hauling Niall closer with a hand round his thigh, and then it’s just right, Harry on top of him, Niall looking up at Harry and then craning his neck up to kiss him. It’s perfect like this, Niall’s always liked being on his back when someone’s kissing him, liked the feeling of someone over him, body pressed to his. The pressure’s delightful, Harry’s heavy but it’s just enough to leave Niall a bit breathless. Niall thrusts up against him, and it’s clumsy with the way their legs are tangled together but that’s just right somehow. Niall bites at Harry’s jaw and Harry moans and moves against him, and they could get off like this, Niall’s sure of it, they could come just thrusting against each other’s stomachs but fuck if Niall isn’t going to get a hand on Harry’s cock right now, he’s never been naked with a boy and he’s not leaving this one without at least some handjob experience on his sexual C.V.

Harry makes a startled little sound when Niall curls a hand round his cock, like he genuinely didn’t see this coming, and it honestly makes Niall feel a little better, like Harry’s not the master of all things gay and sexy like he sort of came off last night. Then again, Harry is a virgin just the same as Niall, so who knows what he’s done or how far he’s gone. “What is virginity when it’s two lads anyway?” Niall asks, looking down between them to Harry’s cock in his hand. It’s quite nice, and Niall could stand to see it up close. He shifts his hips up a little so his own dick bumps against Harry’s stomach.

Harry gives him a rather frantic look, like he’s not really sure how to answer a question when someone’s giving him a handjob. “Uh,” he says, “I guess it’s like, blowjobs maybe? D’you think it’s fucking?” He looks back down between them, and then wavers and tumbles over onto his side, finally tired of holding himself up to considerately keep most of his weight off of Niall.

Niall licks his lips, shuffling back over so they’re pressed close again. “Fucking might be interesting,” he says, trying to sound cool about it. It doesn’t really work, his voice wavers. “But then what is it for girls, like, lesbian virginity? They don’t have anything to fuck with.”

“No, I don’t suppose they do,” Harry says. He’s staring at Niall’s cock, and right when Niall’s about to ask if there’s something grossly wrong with it, Harry grasps him firmly and starts to stroke him and Niall’s question dies in a sort of squeak. “Virginity’s an outdated concept, anyway. It doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Right,” Niall gasps. He’s so glad they had this chat. He’s going to die if he doesn’t get off in the next thirty seconds. “Harry, kiss me again,” he demands, and Harry looks delighted and does it.

Niall comes first, spilling over Harry’s fist and then redoubling his efforts, loving the way that Harry thrusts up into his grip, the bit-off way he says Niall’s name when they pull apart to breathe. In the last moments Harry can’t keep his hands away, touching Niall’s chest and smearing Niall’s own come there, shoving up as close as he can so Niall can barely maneuver at all but he pushes on anyway, desperate to see Harry come, desperate, fucking desperate to have this moment if he never gets the chance again. “God, Harry,” he says, like he’s the one still on edge, and maybe that’s what does it, the sound of his name on Niall’s lips that sends Harry over, burying his face in Niall’s shoulder and biting down just hard enough that it almost hurts.

Harry shakes through it, and keeps shaking afterward, trembling all over his whole body as Niall holds him close. He doesn’t want to let go, and neither does Harry, apparently, clinging just as tightly to Niall as Niall is to him. Niall presses kisses to Harry’s hair, then his mouth, needy little kisses that he can’t stop stealing and giving back, and Harry holds him tightly through it all.

It finally dawns on Niall that they’ll probably be wanted back someday, that Zayn and Liam might be finished menacing Marbella’s sea urchin population and on their way to grab them for more futile practicing. He pulls away just enough to see Harry’s face, and the wrecked, devastated look there makes him wish he hadn’t. “Hey, hey, Harry,” he says, shaking him a little. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry says. He shakes his head, then shakes it again, like he can shake the thoughts away. “Just, Louis.”

“I know,” Niall says. He exhales heavily. “I mean - because he’s not back yet, right? Oh god, you don’t think he’ll be upset about this?” Niall feels himself start to panic, and he knows it can’t help but show in his face. “Jealous, or something? Oh christ.” He goes to pull away, and Harry stops him, winding his arms tightly back around Niall’s waist.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant. I mean he probably will be jealous.” Harry frowns. “I didn’t really think about that.”

“I kissed Zayn and Liam too,” Niall blurts out. In the moments leading up to saying so, Niall had thought that confession might somehow mitigate the situation; now it’s out in the open, it just sounds like he’s rather - well, slutty isn’t really a nice thing to say about anybody, but nothing else is coming to mind. “Just, because. I don’t know. I was upset, and Zayn was there, and then we were kissing, and then Liam was there, and he hadn’t kissed a boy before, and it just seemed like it would make sense to kiss him too so he’d know for sure. I think there’s something in the water here. Some kind of, I don’t know, sex poison or something,” he trails off feebly.

Harry looks stunned. “Well, that changes things.”

“Yeah,” Niall says, nodding. Then he shakes his head. “Well, how?”

“It doesn’t have to be just the two of us then, does it?” Harry asks.

Niall’s mouth is hanging open, he’s sure of it, because he’s seventeen, and he just got off with a boy for the first time, and, and - now group sex is on the table? Is that what Harry’s suggesting is an option? Niall won’t lie, he’d thought maybe being a pop star might offer a better sexual future than remaining in Mullingar, but he didn’t really factor in four boyfriends as a possibility. Oh god, is that a possibility? Boyfriends? Group sex? Niall’s head hurts. Also, he’s rather sticky.

There’s a knock at the door, and then the doorknob rattles, and Niall’s panic evolves instantly into something that can express itself only as an undignified sort of squawking sound. “Oi, Harry, you in there?” Liam calls from outside the door. “I can’t find Niall, we need to get together! They’ve let Louis out of the hospital, he’s coming back!”

The joy on Harry’s face must certainly be reflected on Niall’s own; they grin at each other stupidly for a moment before Harry thinks to call out, “Yeah, we’re in here! Give us a minute, we’ll be right out!”

“Both of you?” Liam asks. “Why’s the door locked?”

“What are they doing in there?” comes Zayn’s voice, joining Liam’s in the outside-the-door party. Niall tucks his face into Harry’s chest for just a moment, trying to smother his giggles, but then Harry’s laughing too, loud and bright, so Niall sets his own laughter free.

They’re practically howling by the time Harry’s gotten up and gone to the door, unsnapping the lock and peering out to ask, barely able to get in a steady breath of air, if they’d like to join the two of them in the shower. Harry opens the door wide then, revealing himself and Niall in their sweaty, come-smeared glory, and takes a bow.

“You were having sex?” Liam says, his voice starting off a shriek and ending in a scandalized whisper. “Louis will be back any minute!”

“We couldn’t keep our pants on,” Niall says. “They just wouldn’t stay on.” His laughter’s got a hysterical edge to it at this point, but he no longer cares. Zayn’s blatantly staring at him. He waves, friendly-like, and then kips off to the bathroom.

Harry joins him in the shower a minute later, hustling him out of the way. Niall tries to fight him on it, but it only goes for a second before his brain catches up to the fact that his hands are slipping over Harry’s wet chest and that’s probably not a productive way to go about getting anything done. He grabs a kiss though, since Harry’s mouth is pink and wet and right there for the taking.

“Wow, Niall,” says Zayn, which is when Niall notices that Liam and Zayn have followed them into the bathroom and are standing wedged in the doorway, watching them in the big open shower. “Can’t go a minute without it, can you?”

“I can,” Niall says, a touch belligerently. “Why should I, though?”

Liam considers that, then looks at Zayn. “Man’s got a point.”

“He kissed me earlier, you know,” Zayn tells Harry. “He kissed Liam too. There’s been all kinds of kissing.”

“How many kinds of kissing are there?” Harry asks. He nudges his knuckles against Niall’s chest, guiding him around and then washing his back for him. It’s quite nice. Harry is a lovely person to share a shower with, Niall decides.

“All kinds,” Zayn says weakly, watching them. “Loads of them.”

“I like first kisses,” Liam offers.

“Those are good,” Harry agrees, smiling at Niall when Niall urges him around to wash his back in turn. “Have the two of you kissed each other?”

“What?” Zayn asks, his voice gone high-pitched. “Why? Why would we do that?”

Harry shrugs. “Why not? Look at the two of you.” He does. “You’re fit,” he says, nodding appreciatively. Zayn and Liam look at each other, but don’t object to the compliment, which Niall finds charming.

“I think you’d like it,” Niall tells them. “You’re both quite good at kissing.”

“Thank you, Niall,” says Liam with a genuine smile. “That’s very sweet of you.”

Zayn scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s quite nice. Thank you.”

“Just being honest, lads,” Niall says. He reaches around Harry to shut the shower off, and then puts a hand to his back, guiding him out. Harry hands him a towel, taking one for himself. “We ought to head out, right? They’ll want to get us on camera when Louis gets back.”

“Louis,” Harry says happily, apparently not needing a verb when the subject pleases him so.

Niall grins as well. When he brushes past Zayn and Liam to get his clothes, he gives Zayn a kiss on the cheek, just because.

-


They get Louis back, and Harry won’t let go of him. It’s a team effort to get Louis back into the house, the lot of them carrying him inside, first toward his room and then to the practice space when he insists he’s fine. They get him sorted on the couch, with his leg up to help keep the swelling down, and Harry drapes himself theatrically over Louis’ body, careful not to jostle his foot, and tries to make him swear to never go into another untrustworthy body of water again.

“I’m really alright,” Louis insists, but he holds tightly onto Harry just the same. “I’m on a lot of painkillers, though. How many of you are there right now? And what’s this curly-headed thing I’ve got all over me?”

“Hush,” Harry insists into his collarbone. “We were worried. We tried to practice without you and it was no good at all.”

“Yeah, we weren’t right without you,” Zayn says. He’s perched on the arm of the couch, one hand on Louis’ shoulder. Niall rests his hand on the back of Zayn’s neck, just for a moment, needing the contact. He’s right, they just didn’t quite fit together without Louis, and now he’s back Niall doesn’t know how he didn’t feel the full significance of that absence before.

“Without your rugged charm,” says Harry. He wriggles against Louis, like he’s trying to get closer, which is impossible. He settles for curling a hand into the collar of Louis’ t-shirt instead.

“You are quite rugged,” Liam notes. He leans over the back of the couch and rubs a thumb over the slight stubble on Louis’ chin. Niall’s a bit jealous of it. He can hardly grow facial hair at all. “I don’t know that I could have withstood what you did. I’ve a very low threshold for pain.”

“So I should be more careful when I bite you in the future,” Louis says, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Liam says, “I need to raise my tolerance anyway.” He and Louis give each other a long look.

Zayn looks at both of them, looking at each other. “Did things just get sexy again?”

“It’s me,” Louis says, all regretful tones. “I bring it out in everyone.”

“Yeah,” says Harry. He tilts his head up and places a kiss on Louis’ neck, then one on his jaw. Louis flits his eyes to each of them in turn, then licks his lips and angles his head down to catch Harry’s mouth in a kiss. Niall’s fingers clench in the back of the couch, biting into the leather almost against his will. Harry’s got one leg between Louis’, and Niall has a sudden vision of Harry slipping off the couch, going to his knees and sucking Louis off. Louis stretches one arm up, still kissing Harry, and gets his hand around Zayn’s thigh, fingers digging in.

Liam’s fingertips go to Niall’s back, right at the base of his spine, and that’s what finally prompts Niall to speak, that casually needy touch. “Might not just be you, mate,” Niall says. He shifts to the side, just enough to bump up against Liam. Liam easily slips his arm around Niall’s waist, like it’s nothing at all to do it.

Louis comes out of the kiss with Harry like he’s coming off being drugged, his lips reddened and eyes flickering open. “Oh?” he says. He tilts his head back a bit, looking up at Zayn, then looking to Niall and Liam. “What’d I miss? Did you all get the orgy started without me?”

“Yeah,” mumbles Harry, hiding his flushed face against Louis’ shoulder. “Sorry.”

Louis laughs.

The rest of them don’t.

Louis’ laughter trails off. “Wait,” he says. “Did you?”

-


Any explanations are cut off by the arrival of one of the PAs, who asks if they mind getting in a little extra practice on camera in case they need the footage of it. What follows is the most sexually tense version of Torn that Niall has ever heard anyone sing. He has to choke out the rasp in his own voice before he even sounds right, and Harry manages to make his verses sound like he is actually singing them while lying shamed and naked on the floor. It goes on for an hour, but at least by the end they sound like a band again, instead of a collection of feelings made flesh.

The cameramen let them break for dinner, with the caveat that they’ll be back to do some more filming afterward. Niall’s just gone back to his room for a minute, ostensibly to use the loo but actually to scream into his hands, but of course there is no peace, not ever, because Louis limps in after him.

“You need something, mate?” Niall looks down at Louis’ foot, still wrapped up. “I’m amazed you can walk on that.”

“I wasn’t kidding about the painkillers,” Louis says through gritted teeth. “And you weren’t kidding about the orgy, were you?” He somehow manages to make a hobble seem menacing, which Niall would be more impressed by if he weren’t backing up away from Louis and then running into the bed and falling down onto it. Louis stands over him, something unkind in his eyes, and it’s probably fucked up that Niall still finds this kind of a turn-on.

“We’re all just nervous,” Niall tells him. “None of us know what we’re doing.”

“Try to put it into words,” Louis says. “Did you do something with Harry?”

“He started it,” Niall says weakly. “You don’t have any claim on him.”

Louis stares at him, then puts one hand to Niall’s chest and neatly pushes him down onto his back. “Oh,” he says. “I don’t?”

“No,” Niall says, feeling less sure about that now he’s thinking on it. “No one’s with anybody. We’re all just,” he pauses. Hell if he even knows what they all are, or why this is happening. It can’t all just be the situation, can it? Granted everything’s probably accelerated because they all might leave each other forever tomorrow - oh god, that’s not a good line of thought to follow - but there’s something genuine there, he really does, jesus, he really does want all of them. Even Louis. “You can’t have Harry all to yourself.”

Louis puts his hands on his hips. “Can’t I?”

“No,” Niall decides. “He can’t have you to himself, either.” He glares up at Louis, and then sits up only to get a hand in Louis’ shirt and drag him right down to the bed. Louis gets it at the last second, once he’s caught his breath, because there’s a new respect in his eyes right before he closes them to meet Niall in a kiss.

Louis doesn’t really fuck around with the kissing; there’s no hesitance, not like there was with Liam or Harry, and it’s not desperate like it was with Zayn. Louis just goes for it, leading the way, so Niall opens for it and lets him, lets Louis push him over onto his back and kiss him hard, like he’s trying to make a point. Niall doesn’t know what the point is, but it really doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have time for weirdo jealousy issues, and he’ll kiss them all a hundred times if that’s what he needs to do to keep them all steady, keep them from dividing themselves up into pairs when there’s no need to. Harry’s his favorite already, probably, but he can’t imagine limiting himself just to Harry. Why would he need to? Niall wants everything. He wants to nail their audition tomorrow, and he wants to kill it at the live shows, and he wants to win X Factor and he wants to be successful with all of these guys by his side. He also wouldn’t mind touring with Justin Bieber, but that’s neither here nor there.

Louis bites at Niall’s lower lip like he can tell that Niall’s mind is drifting, and Niall bites back, pulling a little hurt noise from Louis’ throat. Niall immediately eases off, but it was clearly a ploy, because then Louis gets a hand in Niall’s hair and drags his head back hard and bites right the hell down on Niall’s neck. Niall lets out a little cry at that, because goddammit why, but it’s not until he hears Louis snicker against his throat that he bucks his hips, gets a good grip on Louis’ sides, and rolls them right over so he’s straddling Louis’ waist. The surprise lets him get Louis’ wrists up, and then there they are, Louis pinned to the bed by Niall’s weight and his grip.

“What now, then?” Louis asks. He shifts his hips up, a dirty grin on his face, and Niall can feel the line of his dick, hard from the fight and pressing up against Niall’s arse. He has a sudden mental picture of them doing this without clothes, Louis thrusting up underneath him, into him, and oh, that’s new, Niall had never really pictured himself riding someone’s cock before, but now he is. Yeah, he really is, and he can feel himself coloring from the thought alone, a flush rising in his cheeks. Louis keeps staring straight at him, too, and there’s this look on his face like he can tell exactly what Niall is thinking, like he can see it too, like he wants to fuck up into Niall’s arse and come inside him. Oh christ, when did Niall turn into such a pervert?

Louis’ face softens a bit, and he stretches his arms upward, taking Niall’s hands with him where they’re gripped tightly around his wrists, sending Niall into a slow sprawl atop him. Niall sighs out a breath and tips over onto his side, letting Louis go. He doesn’t have the energy to be this dominant. He doesn’t want to order anybody around. Why can’t they all just touch each other without being difficult about it?

“You’re a good lad, Niall,” Louis says, patting his cheek.

“I am,” Niall says, disgruntled now. “And I’m not trying to steal Harry from you. I don’t want to steal anybody. You can’t steal people anyway. What’s the point of being jealous?”

“No point, I suppose,” says Louis. “Did you really sleep with him?”

“We wanked each other off,” Niall says, too tired to care about keeping things to himself like a gentleman. “And I snogged Zayn and Liam too. Not at the same time, at different times. So it wasn’t really an orgy.”

“That’s too bad.” Louis sneaks a hand down between them, but he doesn’t go for a grope, he just takes Niall’s hand in his. It’s nice. Niall smiles at the ceiling.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Niall tells him. He tugs Louis’ hand closer, pulling it up to his chest and leaning in when the rest of Louis follows. He kisses Louis, soft and sweet this time. Louis responds in kind. “We can’t do this without you,” he says once they’ve pulled back for air.

“Damn right you can’t,” Louis says.

-


Zayn snags Niall by the arm on their way to the dining room. “I saw Louis go into your room, did you two have a fight?” he asks.

“No, we snogged,” Niall says.

Zayn stops walking. “What?”

“As if that could possibly be surprising at this point,” says Niall. “Are you and Liam snogging each other yet or are you still just looking at him like he hung the moon in the sky?”

“I am not - doing that, either of those things,” Zayn says, giving him a supremely irritable look. “Also that mark on your neck is enormous, is Louis just going to gnaw on everybody now?”

Niall shrugs. He doesn’t really have anything to say to that, so it’s perfectly fine that Harry exits his room to join them then.

“That is a massive lovebite, mate,” Harry says when he sees it. “That wasn’t me, was it?”

“You’re not the biter in this group,” Niall says. Harry’s eyes widen, and Niall shores up his patience to deal with more jealousy, but instead Harry just zeroes in on the mark, biting his lip as he does it. It’s such an unbelievably filthy stare that Niall backs up a bit, jostling Zayn in his haste to get away from the look on Harry’s face lest it succeed in actually melting the clothes from his body.

“Later,” Harry says, pointing at him. He crooks his finger slightly to the right. “You too,” he says to Zayn. Then he strides off to the dining room ahead of them.

“What on earth was that?” Zayn asks.

Niall watches Harry go. “In your opinion,” he asks Zayn, “What’s gay virginity and how do you lose it?”

-


After dinner, they get in some more practice until after sundown. They sound good, they do. Whether they sound as good as everybody else, or whether they sound better, which is what they really need to do, is not something that Niall can say for certain. The jitters are back. He wants badly to focus on his bandmates, and what he wants to do to them, but the ticking clock is back in his head, counting down to the audition tomorrow, and not even the crashing waves of the sea outside and Zayn and Louis laughing in the corner can drown it out. He doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring out the window until he feels a touch on his back, and then there’s Liam, smiling at him. Liam slips his hand round to Niall’s shoulder, and Niall curls shamelessly into him, resting his head against Liam’s collarbone.

“It’ll be alright,” Liam says. “We’re great. We’ll make it through tomorrow.”

Niall nods against Liam’s shoulder, feeling the tickle of Liam’s hair on his cheek. “If we don’t though,” he says.

“We will,” Liam insists. He presses his thumb into the back of Niall’s neck, and Niall pulls back to look at him. “We will,” Liam repeats. He looks at Niall, long and searching, and then kisses him. Niall sighs into it immediately, slipping his arms around Liam’s waist and closing his eyes. How is it that this is so calming? Niall’s never particularly thought of himself as a person who needed kissing, not this much, but having this much only makes him want more, the same way each M&M has just enough chocolate to keep you constantly going back to the bag for more. Also, Niall could go for some dessert.

“You weren’t kidding,” says Louis, and Niall and Liam part to look at him. Zayn and Harry are watching too. Niall waits. “Band meeting in my room,” Louis says decisively, no less authoritarian for the fact that he has to lean on Harry to walk. They follow him obediently. Some way or another, Louis has ended up in the room with the biggest bed. It’s not huge or anything, but when he goes to lie down in the center of it, there’s space enough for all of them to sit as well. They could all probably lie down, if they wanted to, if they lay close to each other. Niall swallows, sitting next to Harry, Zayn and Liam both on the other side of Louis’ reclined body.

“It’s our last night here,” Harry says. He looks around at all of them. Louis has a hand on Harry’s ankle, and he squeezes it. “Even if we don’t make it through, I hope we can still keep up with each other, yeah?”

They all nod. “We’re good together,” says Liam. “All of us. Aren’t we? We have something here.”

“Something,” Niall says. He glances at Harry, and bites his lip. Well, they don’t really have the time for second guessing. He puts his hand on Harry’s knee. Somehow, in front of everybody, it feels bolder than any kiss he’s had that day. “I could use some alcohol for this,” he admits.

“Me too,” Zayn says.

Liam looks over at him, then moves a bit closer on the bed, their knees bumping. He puts a hand on Zayn’s thigh, and Zayn looks down at it. “You don’t have to be scared, Zayn,” he says.

“I’m not,” says Zayn. “I’m not scared.” He shakes his head, and covers Liam’s hand with his own. He swallows, closes his eyes for the briefest moment, and then turns to Liam, touches his cheek with his fingertips, and then leans in and kisses him.

It’s a bit absurd, really, how this makes Niall want to break down into giggles, because honestly it’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever seen, Zayn finally going for it and giving into what clearly has been a crush all along. So he shouldn’t be turning to hide his face in Harry’s shoulder, but he definitely is, hoping no one notices the grin about to split his face at how fucking much he loves this, all of them together. If they don’t make it through, Niall hopes the rest of them don’t mind when he insists that they all like, get an apartment together in London or something and stay in each other’s lives and on each other’s laps, because there’s nothing like this for him Mullingar. There’s probably nothing like this for him anywhere else in the world, he’s guessing, and now he’s had a taste of it he never wants it to stop.

“Alright there, Niall?” Louis asks, gently shaking his knee, and Niall comes up for air, knowing his cheeks are flushed from the situation, from trying not to burst into laughter.

“I’m fantastic,” Niall says. “This is fantastic. Can we all just do this, can this be what we’re doing?”

Harry grins at him, wide and beautiful. “Are you propositioning us?” he asks. “The lot of us, really?”

“Yes, either that or I’m going to crawl out of my skin,” says Niall.

“That’s gross,” Zayn says, but his cheeks are still flushed from kissing Liam, and they’re actually holding hands, so Niall’s too busy being charmed to be insulted.

“Try your clothes first,” Harry advises. He tickles at Niall’s waist, getting him to lift his arms to get his shirt off.

“Nudity, thank god,” says Louis. Lying on his back, he starts to wriggle out of his own shirt. Harry helps him. “I thought this party was going to remain PG-13.”

“With me here?” scoffs Harry. “Please. You two, kit off,” he says to Liam and Zayn, who then look at each other like this might be the place to draw the line - but fuck the line, Niall thinks, and clearly they all agree, because then they’re pulling their own clothes off. Harry’s already gotten his pants off, leaving him naked first, because of course Harry’s naked first. He gets up to go turn on the ceiling fan, bless the lad for his forethought, and Niall watches him go, enjoying the view. When he turns back Zayn, Liam, and Louis are naked too, and behind them through the window he can see the beach. Niall wishes he had a camera, not because he’s some kind of creep or anything, but how often does a person get to look at a bunch of fit naked lads and a beautiful shore? Niall’s not sure he’s ever been more grateful for anything, not even getting through bootcamp in the first place. This has replaced it; this is officially the best.

“Someone kiss me,” Louis demands. Niall’s just leaning over to do it when Liam gets there first, which is surprising. It pleases him to watch, though, because it looks like Louis’ normally rough kisses are being overwhelmed by the pure sincerity of Liam’s affections. Liam’s hand is on Louis’ cheek, and Niall wants that. For a second he gets it, jealousy, wanting something someone else has, but then Harry’s back, joining them on the bed, and Niall realizes that he can have what he wants. He can have whatever he wants, all of them, not all at once because he hasn’t got that many limbs, but they can figure this out. Some way or another, they can. He might have to wait his turn, but that’s okay. Niall’s a patient guy.

Harry grins a hello at him, and Niall kisses that grin right off his face, not bothering with the pleasantries, just lowering Harry to the bed and getting Harry under him. Of course Harry responds like it was exactly what he wanted, so probably it was, and oh, Niall wants to know more about this, he wants to see how it goes when Harry follows someone else’s lead. Niall’s hard, and he rather wants to get a hand on all of them and make sure he’s not the only one, but with his eyes closed as he kisses Harry the sounds in the room seem amplified and he thinks he might know already without having to touch anybody. Probably Zayn and Liam’s moans, they mean something, probably Louis’ pleased chuckle means he’s gotten something that he wanted. Niall’s excited to find out what that was. He’s also excited to try giving someone a blowjob. This seems like the time, if there’s going to be a time.

Now the curiosity’s got hold of him, and he’s interested in seeing how everyone else is handling this naked and aroused situation. He leans up off Harry, resisting Harry’s needy sound at the loss of their kiss, but allows it when Harry leans up and kisses at his neck, sucking a mark there. It’s hard to focus, feeling that, but he does get a good look at the others. It’s a bit hard to get the full picture with Zayn and Liam already kissing again and jerking each other off. His sizing up is blatant enough that Louis gives him an amused grin. “Are you comparing the size of our cocks?” Louis inquires. “Thinking about what you’d like to do with them?” Harry leans away at that, his focus on Louis now.

“Yes,” Niall says, because he was. He looks Louis in the eye, and the blatant challenge there is too much to resist. He licks his lips and then grasps Louis’ cock in his hand, carefully straddling one of Louis’ legs. Harry takes Louis’ face in his hands, and Niall takes advantage of their distraction to test his own mettle, taking Harry’s cock in his other hand. He bites his lower lip, stroking upward on both of them and smiling to himself when they moan into each other’s mouths.

“You’re something else, mate,” Zayn says, and Niall looks over from his double handjob, distracted by Zayn’s comment and also the way that Liam and Zayn are shuffling around each other, upsetting his rhythm. Liam’s leaning up against the headboard now, and he’s brought Zayn back between his legs so he can jerk Zayn off that way. It’s a good call, Niall thinks that probably it’s a bit easier from that angle. Liam’s staring at him too, his hand moving on Zayn’s cock, and Niall’s not sure how exactly Zayn’s still managing to get on his case about being a bit - whatever. Sexually free, is what Niall’s going to call it. Enthusiastic, even. Why isn’t anybody bothering Harry? Harry’s the one always talking about sex. Probably all those filthy grins he keeps giving people. It’s Niall’s face, probably, that throws everyone off. He’s always had a virginal look about him. Maybe that’ll change after tonight.

“Don’t insult the person giving me a handjob, please,” Louis requests, arching his neck back to look at Zayn. “Niall is a very nice boy. Good heart. Firm grip. A saint, really.” Niall rewards that with a nice firm twist to Louis’ cock that has his hips thrusting up into it.

“Wasn’t insulting,” Zayn mutters. He rolls his head back onto Liam’s shoulder, one hand digging into Liam’s thigh as he pushes up into Liam’s grip on him. Niall’s never really watched gay porn before, he’d never really thought to. This is pretty good, though. He might start. “I was just saying.”

“There’s nothing wrong with liking sex,” Harry points out. He strokes his tongue over the tendon in Louis’ neck. “I think it’s beautiful, really. The enthusiasm.”

“I’m going to suck your cock for that, Harry, thank you,” Niall says. Harry looks fucking overjoyed at that, and Niall beams at him.

“That’s what you get when you respect people’s sexualities, Zayn,” says Harry. “Blowjobs.”

Zayn looks like he’s going to say something else, but then Liam gets a hand in his hair and pulls his head to the side, kissing him sideways and successfully quieting him. Niall’s already slipping down the bed when Louis stops him though, physically pushing him away with a hand on his shoulder just before he gets his mouth on Harry’s cock.

“Hey,” Harry and Niall both cry out, upset enough to break Zayn and Liam’s kiss.

“Me first,” Louis says. “I want to be the first to suck Harry off, will you let me, Harry?”

“Goddammit,” says Niall. He leans huffily back, and then throws himself down in the space that Louis left vacant, finally paying attention to his own erection. He doesn’t want to have to jerk himself off, but he’ll do it at this point, just to spite anyone else that wanted to touch his cock but got too distracted. It’s a sad state of affairs when a guy can’t even give a blowjob when he has the urge to. Louis’ going down on Harry now, and it sounds spectacular, both from the noises that Harry is making and the wet, sloppy sounds of Louis doing it. Niall gets a good grip on himself, watching them.

“Let me, Niall,” Zayn says. He looks a bit guilty now, as well he should. “I haven’t sucked anyone off before, but I’ll try it on you, alright? Can I?”

“Jesus, yes,” Niall says, wishing the English language had a stronger affirmative. He lifts his hips up, fairly offering his cock to Zayn to suck, and Zayn moves down the bed a bit so he can do it properly. Liam lays down next to Niall then, pulling him into a kiss so Niall’s first moan when Zayn gets his mouth on Niall’s cock is swallowed right up. There are hands all over him, Zayn’s on his hips, Liam’s on his chest, one of Louis’ hands on his thigh and there’s Harry, too, taking Niall’s free hand where it lies between them and threading their fingers together, all of them together so good that Niall might come right then, from the sheer overwhelmingness of it all.

Zayn’s actually decent at this, not that Niall’s had many blowjobs to compare it to. Niall doesn’t want to be the first to come, but fuck it, he will if he has to, that’s the whole point, isn’t it? Liam’s kissing him quite sweetly, allowing for the fact that Niall’s not very coordinated right now. Zayn’s taking him deeper with each go, figuring out how much he can take in, and that alone is really hot, the idea that Zayn is learning on him, that he wants to.

Niall’s close, he’s so close, and then Harry gasps next to him, first nothing comprehensible and then words, and it takes Niall a second to let the syllables coalesce in his head before he realizes that Harry said, “Fuck me.”

“Oh god,” Niall groans against Liam’s lips at that, and helplessly thrusts his hips up, and comes in Zayn’s mouth. It’s totally not Niall’s fault that that set him off, Harry’s groan practically came along with high def images and Niall’s still seeing them as he comes, picturing Harry getting fucked, the way that his mouth would drop open, the noises he would make. Zayn’s pulled off his cock and is choking a bit, clearly not having expected that, and Niall feels sorry, he really does, but also he needs someone to volunteer to fuck Harry right now so he can watch. Up close. Please.

“Geez, Niall,” Zayn says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry,” Niall says. “Thank you.” He reaches down and pats Zayn’s shoulder.

Liam reaches over Niall, touching Harry’s arm. “Are you sure, Harry? Won’t it hurt?”

“I don’t know,” says Harry. “Maybe. I don’t care. Louis, will you do it?”

Louis is sitting back now, Harry’s legs spread out in front of him, looking down at Harry’s naked body. “You want me to?” he says.

“Yeah.” Harry squirms under him, spreading wider. “I want to try it. In case - you know. In case we don’t make it through.”

Niall nods, touching his fingertips to Harry’s jaw. He leans in and kisses Harry when Harry turns to him. “I get it, mate,” he tells Harry, and Harry smiles at him gratefully.

“Yeah,” says Zayn. “In case we don’t.” They all look at each other, feeling the heaviness of it, the doubt. They might not make it. This might be it. “Go on then Louis, if you don’t, I will.” He gives Harry a filthy grin, and Harry laughs, reaching across Niall to pull Zayn down to him and in for a kiss.

“Oi there, no one said I wasn’t up for it,” Louis protests. “We need things, don’t we? For all this gay sex.”

“Gay sex,” Harry says, raising his arms triumphantly. “This band is the best. We have to win, basically.”

“We have to,” Niall agrees, liking Harry’s logic. “Isn’t there lotion or something?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” Zayn says. He gets up and heads to the bathroom, emerging with a little bottle of lotion. “Citrusy.”

“Take my place in the middle,” Niall tells Harry. “There’s more space.” Really he just thinks it’s the best position from which they can all watch Harry get fucked - oh god, Harry’s going to get fucked and they’re going to watch - but Harry doesn’t need to yet know the depths of Niall’s desire to look at him. He thinks about fucking Harry himself and feels sort of dizzy at the thought, and can’t even entertain the idea of Harry fucking him. That’s too much.

Niall crawls over Harry as he moves into the space Niall vacated. “On my back, do you think?” Harry asks. It seems like he’s asking all of them, which makes Niall’s heart fill to bursting with love, for some reason. They all nod, and Harry spreads himself open so Louis can get between his legs, his knees up, baring him. Niall wishes that Louis would have let him suck Harry’s cock. Harry has a really nice cock. Niall would like to get to know it better. “Start off slow.”

“I will,” says Louis. He slicks up two fingers, biting his lip as he looks between Harry’s legs, beneath his balls, to where Harry’s got his hands spreading his arse cheeks open, putting himself on display. It’s not quite fair that Harry can do that, something so wanton, and still look so beautiful, Niall thinks. Harry’s skin is flushed pink, and his eyes are wide, curls around him on the pillow, a perfect picture. They’re all gorgeous, all of them, especially now, but Harry’s special, Harry’s really got something. Niall kisses his cheek, because he can, then his jaw, his neck, and he feels the first moan vibrate against his lips when Louis pushes a finger into Harry’s arse.

“Careful,” says Liam, leaning in to see. He and Zayn are jostling each other a bit for space at the end of the bed, Zayn next to Louis, watching as he opens Harry up. Liam’s across from Niall, only able to see how Louis’ fingers disappear into Harry’s body.

“I am being careful,” Louis says. He strokes his knuckles across Harry’s trembling stomach, and just like that they’re all touching Harry, soothing hands tracing across his stomach. Niall brushes his fingertips over Harry’s nipples and Harry arches into it, turning his face toward Niall in a mute request for a kiss. Niall grants it, kissing Harry softly, giving him an anchor. “How does it feel, Harry?” Louis asks.

Harry pulls away from Niall’s lips, and breathes out. “Good,” he says. “Another.” Niall keeps on looking at his face, at the way his eyes widen and lips part at the feel of it. Louis starts to push them in and out, Niall can tell from the way that Harry’s body moves into it, his hips pushing back to take them in deeper. He knows jealousy again for a moment; he wants this too, wants to be this close to someone, feel someone inside. He wonders which of them would want to fuck him, how it would feel if they did.

With one last kiss to Harry’s jaw he pushes away, wanting to see how it looks from Louis’ perspective. Harry makes a sad sound when he goes, but Liam lies down then, turning Harry’s face toward his so he can get a good look at Harry, so he can make sure Harry is safe.

“How does it feel?” Niall asks Louis, crawling to where he can see. Louis’ fingers are sunk in to the knuckle, moving halfway out and then in again. Harry moves with each thrust almost gracefully, like he’s a natural at this, meant to take Louis inside.

“Fucking amazing,” says Louis. He’s got a third finger ready to go in, and he pulls the first two almost all the way out before wedging the third alongside. Niall holds his breath as he slides them in together, so slowly that it makes Niall ache inside in sympathy. It’s stunning, seeing Harry up close like this, so vulnerable, his body opening up to take Louis in, the tight little hole between his cheeks clenched tight around Louis’ fingers. “He’s so tight. So good, Harry.”

“I want it,” Harry says. “I’m ready, okay?” Niall places a hand on his hip, digging his thumbnail into the curve of Harry’s hipbone just to see how he reacts. He’s wild-eyed already. God, he looks like he’s dying for it.

“Give it to him, Louis,” Zayn says. He’s blatantly touching himself. Another movement catches Niall’s eye, and he realizes that Harry’s touching Liam too, jerking him off even as he’s being overwhelmed by what Louis is giving to him.

Louis swallows, looking up and down the length of Harry’s body, stopping at his face. Whatever he sees there must convince him, because he carefully draws his fingers out, spreading more lotion over his cock while he does it. Niall can’t take his eyes away as Louis moves in closer, positioning the head of his cock right up against Harry’s hole. It looks so small, even reddened and gaping a little from Louis stretching it open with his fingers. Niall knows, logically, that Louis’ cock will fit inside, but he still can’t quite believe the way that Harry opens to take him. Louis holds his cock up close, pushing the head up against Harry’s hole, and then Harry breathes out and his body just gives, Louis’ cock sliding inside an inch, then another, another until he’s all the way in.

“Oh my god,” Harry says, an edge of pain skirting around a tone that’s mostly just - full, is the only way that Niall can think to describe it, like his heart’s as full as his body and he might break open at any moment. Louis holds still, letting him adjust, his eyes locked on Harry’s face, watching for any sign that he might want to stop. Niall notices that Louis is trembling. God, both of them are.

“Alright, Harry?” Louis asks, and Harry nods before Louis can even finish the question, starting to work himself on Louis’ cock already, shifting up and then back, taking Louis in. “Oh thank god,” says Louis, and starts to thrust. He takes Harry’s hips in his hands, and goes for it, not fucking Harry particularly hard but definitely fast. Niall’s world feels like it’s narrowed to all of them on the bed, the way Harry’s hole opens up around Louis’ dick when he goes deep, the red spots on his skin where Louis has clung on tight and then changed up his grip, Harry’s hand moving on Liam’s cock, Zayn touching himself as he watches. No one’s touching Harry, Niall realizes, except on the inside, and that’s it, that’s the only thing that can tear him away from watching this.

He doesn’t bother telling Harry what he’s going to do, just gets his fist around Harry’s cock and starts to stroke him. Harry looks like he’s about to lose it already, but Louis can’t be far behind, so Niall goes straight in for it, firm jerks of Harry’s cock, slipping over the head to pick up the pre-come there and make the way slicker. Harry starts to cry out, helpless little bitten-off noises that make Niall want to flip him over and see if he’ll scream when he’s really pounded into. Liam moans and says Harry’s name, and Niall feels his own cock jerk as he watches Liam come over Harry’s fist and across his stomach, striping his hipbone.

“God, Liam,” says Zayn, and then he’s coming too, jerking himself over the same part of Harry’s body, his come crosshatching Liam’s, painting Harry like a perverse canvas. With them done there’s only the sound of Louis pounding Harry’s arse, Harry’s increasingly desperate noises as Niall jerks him off, the slick sounds of Niall’s fingers on Harry’s cock. Suddenly inspired, Niall leans down and takes Harry’s cock into his mouth, just for a taste - and that’s what he gets, because Harry comes after no more than ten seconds, filling Niall’s mouth up with it. It’s not too bad, somehow hotter than Niall expected. He chokes a little when Louis thrusts hard, sending Harry’s cock deeper into his mouth, but rides it out until he has to pull away.

Harry looks utterly spent, like there’s nothing left to him as Louis finishes, thrusting in hard and staying deep as he comes. Niall crawls up the bed to lay beside Harry, and kisses him on the cheek. Harry offers him an exhausted smile, settling back into the pillows. He groans, the tiniest sound as Louis carefully pulls out of him, petting his thighs.

“Good show, everyone,” says Louis. There are tired nods all around from where everyone is sort of flopped wherever they managed to fall. Louis crawls atop Harry and joins the pile of exhausted boys. It’s all sort of sweaty and gross, but Niall can’t really be bothered. He feels fucking great.

“We should win tomorrow and get really famous and buy a really big bed,” Harry says.

“Really big,” says Zayn. “Like big enough to do flips across. Like twenty feet wide.”

“We’d need a big room. I guess if we had the money for a big bed though, we’d probably have big rooms too,” says Louis.

“We need rest,” Liam says. “We can’t all sleep here. Let’s all get some sleep and then kill it tomorrow, eh? Then we’ll see what size beds the future brings.”

“The biggest,” Niall says. He hauls himself up with some reluctance, and heads into the shower to rinse off. One by one the others join him, sleepily bumping against each other and washing off. They leave the towels in a pile that hopefully no one in housekeeping will question tomorrow.

“Tomorrow, then,” Harry says, once they’re all out. Louis heads back to Harry’s room with him, which Niall can’t blame him for. He wouldn’t fancy sleeping on those sheets either.

Niall gives everyone a kiss goodnight. He realizes that he can no longer pick a favorite.

-


The next day, Niall’s lovebite has faded enough that it blends into his tan.

Also, they make it through to the live shows.

-


Harry and Liam do a Twitcam the first night the show airs, when they’re all shacked up in the X Factor house. The bed situation is horrific. Each one can barely hold two at a time. Luckily there’s alcohol in the house; turns out making it through the judges’ house didn’t relieve Niall’s anxiety. Well, it did, but now there are live shows. They can’t really go out, but they can sneak shots and nuzzle up on each other. Which they’ve been doing, in various combinations. Liam and Harry didn’t even bother putting their shirts back on before they started up the Twitcam. They’ve been on it forever, too, and Niall is bored.

With vodka stirring his veins and Zayn’s hand slipping down to the small of his back, maybe holding him up a little, Niall asks, “Can we all have sex?” because it’s not right that they’re just sitting there, not taking advantage of their time together. Why do anything else, for even a second? Niall doesn’t want to wait. He could be back in Ireland, a tiny footnote in the seventh season of a reality show, without a band, without Zayn and Liam and Louis and Harry, without their hands on him ever again, and nothing seems as urgent right now as that.

After all, this could all be over tomorrow.
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[User Picture]From: violentfires
2012-05-18 09:13 am (UTC)
IT'S HERE, IT'S HERE! (sara your birthday is gay christmas!)

i know you already know how i feel this is perfect, but let me expand on that.

NIALL!!!!! he's just so niall throughout all of this-- unashamedly curious and unapologetic for what he wants and needs, but with a raw honesty and vulnerability that makes him so endearing, all the things that make the other boys respond to him so well. i'm so pleased that this was all his pov, that you were deliberate and careful and successful with that, because i cannot imagine it working SO well like this from another perspective.

HARRY AND LOUIS. this was a take on them that i honestly didn't expect! it's so easy to imagine/presume they get the gay party started (and much further along) before anyone else is pulled in, but in this ALL of them sort of slip through TOGETHER, and this is all the more wonderful for it. that precarious navigation when everything is uncertain and they're all trying to figure it out, it's blissfully beautiful; yet you manage to maintain their unique connection and just enough of louis' possessiveness/assertiveness about harry to indicate the difference, there. IT'S JUST SO LOVELY.

(harry's complete insistence on enthusiastic consent IS THE BEST THING EVER, OMG)

beyond all the perfect characterizations.. GOOD GOD the sex was so hot. i'm really happy it was harry, again, it's just so perfect, he's the most willing and the most relaxed about all of it (his yay arms for gay sex made me laugh, because of COURSE he would) and he's obviously (consciously or not) serving as the baseline for how they all progress through it, and ugh. it makes my heart hurt with how plausible this is?!

so yeah, if adult birthdays = the birthday kid brings fic to class instead of cupcakes, basically, EVERYONE WINS.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 03:39 am (UTC)
*falls onto your lap* Thank you again for the encouragement as I was writing it! It definitely helped to know that you were excited as I frantically threw all my feelings at my computer and hoped they coalesced into something story-shaped. \o/

NIALLLLL. King of my heart, I'm glad I did him justice in your eyes. I'm definitely going to write something not from his POV, just as soon as I write all the stories from his POV. /o\ I look forward to my ideas evolving, but right now I'm so attached to the idea of him needing to be the one who's like, yes, this.

I'm so glad that this approach to Harry and Louis worked for you! Not gonna lie it was a challenge to figure out how to integrate the fact that they are both such jealous weirdos into a story where they had to share, so I'm pleased you bought it. When I started this originally I was thinking it would be more like Crush (With Eyeliner), the first GSF I wrote in bandom, but I definitely didn't want to just go into it with one relationship already in progress. Of course, then that meant I had to write a whole bunch more words. >:-o I'm still wondering about that for future OT5 stories. GOD, THEY'RE JUST SO MARRIED. /best complaint I've ever made in a fandom

YAY PORN! I'm pleased it was hot after all that build-up! Good grief, so many limbs to account for. I went back and forth with myself a lot on whether or not there should be fucking, but I convinced myself it made sense because of the whole what if they must be parted forever thing. Also, Harry, who is totally my favorite in the AU of this world where Niall is just a little bit less cute.

Thank you lovebug!! <33333
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[User Picture]From: foreverlarrup
2012-05-18 09:14 am (UTC)
omg this fic is perfection.

me and my sister were reading it at the same time on different computers, and we kept skyping each other funny lines from this fic, because holy crap this was fantastic.

i would quote all my favorite lines and such, but that would be way too long of a comment. (wait- shout out for the 'a cow- or a murderer, the jury's still out on that one' cause my sister has laughingly repeated it to me three times already).

like this fic is going to be one of those fics that i can read and reread and never get sick of. (also reading this fic has taken me away from writing my angsty niall/harry genderswap fic and i don't think i'm going to be able to write something sad after i read something so funny, so i fully expect an apology for the brilliant-ness of your writing)
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 03:46 am (UTC)
Aw that's so cute, thank you! I'm so glad you guys liked it. <3 Frankly I just encourage you to write all the Niall/Harry in the world tbh, they are the best!! Go! Do it!
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[User Picture]From: daisydust
2012-05-18 10:05 am (UTC)

Wonderful

What a wonderful thing to wake up to! The humor was wonderful and NIALL! I don't have a feel for him yet, but I hope he is just like this in real life. :-)
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 01:54 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed! I think most people come around to Niall last. But then once you do, it's a Niall, Niall world. *___*
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[User Picture]From: likecharity
2012-05-18 10:22 am (UTC)
Ohhhhhh this is really lovely. I'm sort of just gazing happily at my screen now, ngl. I have a lot of things to do today but this fic really sucked me in, and I couldn't help just putting things aside in order to finish it. It's just so SWEET, they're all so sweet with each other, and it regularly made me giggle, and I love your Niall voice, and the porn was hot, and. It's just so adorable somehow, the way they go about the whole thing, and the bits about them wanting to get an apartment together and a huge bed just made my heart melt. Ack I don't have time to go through everything I loved, but I will say that Harry's insistence on consent and his feelings on virginity were definitely a favourite. And also everything about the time they spent at the bungalow, augh, FEELS. ♥
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 02:01 am (UTC)
Thank you!! This story sort of took me over for a little while there, so I'm glad it grabbed you as well. :D I am just a sucker for a big implied happy ending, I mean they just seem so sweet and happy and I wanted to reflect that in the story. Glad you liked Harry, it actually cracked me up to write that aspect of him because in my past fandoms I've definitely always liked an element of dubcon (wooo kink!) but I was just like yeah no come on, this is Harry Styles we're talking about here. I'm so glad you liked it, thanks for commenting! ♥
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[User Picture]From: imagination55
2012-05-18 10:36 am (UTC)
He realizes that he can no longer pick a favorite.

Ahhh I'm always reminded of my soft spot for Nialler at times like these and there really should be more fic with his voice because he is adorable and sweet and kinda a pervert without meaning to be, especially in this lol. I didn't expect to have any feels after reading this but I HAVE ALL OF THEM, ALL THE FEELS. This is proper OT5 action because whilst its got its pairing moments, they worked like an absolute treat as a fivesome here. I love your attention to canon details too with Louis getting stung and the stay at the bungalow and that Twitcam omg...basically, this is a lovely, hot, endearing fic. :D ♥

PS Happy birthday! By now you probably deserve a lot of someone elses writing fic for you, heh.
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 03:58 am (UTC)
Man, I think I got into this fandom and cycled through every member being my favorite and then just landed on Niall and hung on for dear life. Most of my story ideas are Niall-centric, because Niall. (Okay I just deleted a bunch of gushing about Niall, but there was some here jsyk.) I'm glad this gave you feels because the whole thing was basically me being emotionally overwhelmed by this band and then translating that to words and trying to show how it would all work, the five of them. I'm so glad you caught all the canon bits because the Twitcam thing was actually what inspired this fic - I saw that and then sort of ran around like "but how?! but how did they get from being put together as a band to Niall asking if they can all have sex in like, a month? how? how? HOW?" and then doing my damnedest to write how.

Thank you darling! ♥
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[User Picture]From: jerkseverywhere
2012-05-18 10:46 am (UTC)
oh god this is PERFECT you are PERFECT

it is the first piece of writing in the 1d fandom that makes me laugh as much as their interviews?? you wrote them so well! i could hear their voices how do you DO THAT.

it was so sweet and so plausible. like usually i can't read everyoneisgay!fic because it's never addressed like "oh this is weird we're all gay" but you did that and you did that amazingly and it was so impressive. also you took all those overused cringey characterizations and made them so good (like sasspot louis and niall/food otp).

absolute faves bits if i HAVE to choose: harry as sexuality guru, possessive!louis, all of liam's dialogue (SO SPOT ON), harry/louis and zayn/liam first kisses had me cheering, and of course niall, everything niall. i can't even, with niall. ugh.

thank you sooo much for writing this, i'm going to be rereading this approx 500 times. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU \o/ i hope it's even half as enjoyable as it is was for me reading this :)
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 04:07 am (UTC)
Aaaah thank you!! I'm so glad it made you laugh, there are some pretty good stories in this fandom so far but I'm like but where are the lols though! And I'm pleased that their voices rang true for you. Do you know what it's like writing a 17k story in a fandom you've never written before?! SCARY, is what it's like, because what if they sound all wrong? So it's nice to know that wasn't the case. <333

Honestly mostly I don't fuck with coming outs and questioning gay feelings because let's be real that's like every queer narrative ever and I'd rather they just bang, but it really felt right to do it here because everything's all heightened emotions and whatevs, and I thought it would make sense for Harry to want to get it all out there, because frankly I'd have a harder time believing that Harry doesn't know what's up with his own sexuality and hasn't thought things through.

I was definitely trying to pay respects as it were to what I see to be the biggest and most feelings-y pairings in this band (lol @ my academic analysis of my own 1D fanfic writing process) while still holding onto the thread of Niall bringing them altogether, so I'm glad that worked for you.

Thank you for commenting darling!!!
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[User Picture]From: tamzinrose
2012-05-18 10:49 am (UTC)
happy birthday!
why did this not go on forever?! be longer! i wanted to follow them through x factor AND BEYOND.
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-21 07:56 pm (UTC)
In my heart it goes on forever! Basically all my fic in this fandom is going to be me looking at this cuddlepile of a band and being like "but how? *squints*" and then attempting to answer that question with fanfiction.

Thank you! <3
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[User Picture]From: clarkward
2012-05-18 10:53 am (UTC)
Aw, this was great! I loved the tone of the whole thing, so fun and sexy but still uncertain about everything and then certain . . . idk, you know what I mean. I was surprised by how much I dug the Zayn/Liam thing!! And I loved Louis' territoriality! And Harry's sweetness, and Niall's everything. Really a fantastic job, I hope you get all the comments in the world <3 Happy birthday!
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-22 04:09 am (UTC)
Thank you muffin! <333333333
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[User Picture]From: brokendrums
2012-05-18 10:58 am (UTC)
holy god this was brilliant! I absolutely love ot5 and especially niall ships so this was wonderful. I loved that this was at judges houses so there's a running theme of worry if they don't get through and never see each other again and how they're just going to continue on together when they do get through. I really liked that it was such a group thing, not just three people joining in on a couple as well. eeek loved it, i don't know what else to say about it. Also, happy birthday! x
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-06-09 03:21 am (UTC)
Ahh thank you darling! I just posted another Niall-centric OT5 tonight...I think at this point it's safe to say I have a Thing. I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for birthday wishes as well! ♥
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-06-09 03:22 am (UTC)
Thank you!! I really wanted to find a balance between acknowledging the queerness and not making it into a big thing, so I'm sure glad that worked for you especially, thank you again for commenting darling. <3
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[User Picture]From: fragilesymphony
2012-05-18 11:08 am (UTC)
Oh my God this is the orgy of sexual exploration fic i didn't know I needed. This is so lovely and somehow completely ridiculous and sexy at the same time, which is sort of perfect, and kind of threading it through Niall's viewpoint is so lovely and oh my GOD these ridiculous boys.

The characterizations are so. spot. on. How Niall's like okay so I want to touch all you cool let's do this, and Zayn's hesitance to kiss Liam when they're all pretty much touching anyway and Liam is so earnest and Louis' Harry jealous but also sort of leadership/instigation and Harry. Harry as the Progressive Sexual Thinking Wikipedia Master is my new favorite thing, thank you for that.

I wish I had time right now to quote every line I loved, but that would also be the majority of the fic so suffice it to say that "an intense and never-ending game of gay chicken" is a really, really accurate descriptor of this band in general.

This was really, really lovely.
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-06-09 03:26 am (UTC)
Thank you!! I am so into the OT5 dynamic in fic (it's like canon, but nakeder! \o/), I just can't resist writing it. Ahahaha YES Harry the Progressive Sexual Thinking Wikipedia Master, you know I obviously believe it, but seriously, that kid, I mean if anyone has his shit together re: his identity, it'd be him you know? God bless you Harry Styles.

I'm so glad you enjoyed, thank you for the wonderful comment!
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[User Picture]From: teaatsix
2012-05-18 11:41 am (UTC)
Oh wow, this is so perfect and wonderful and I loved everything about it.

The dynamic between them was beautiful, I loved particularly how open, forward and shameless harry was at the beginning and in fact all the way through bringing them all out of their shells, i loved jealous!louis beyond belief, oh my, and niall's inner musings were gorgeous. I loved the premise. I loved the way there was a little more of a hint of harry/louis relationship too especially the bit about them pressed up against each other in kfc and spooning whenever.

I also loved the final ot5 sex scene, so perfectly written, and oh i want more.

I cannot do this fic justice in this review becasue my mind is still blown from reading tbh.
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[User Picture]From: flyingkai
2012-05-18 12:10 pm (UTC)
^ everything she said. We were basically capslocking back and forth at each other the entire time about how much we loved this.

Happy Birthday, as well!
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[User Picture]From: tmk_fics
2012-05-18 12:04 pm (UTC)
Oh god this is PERFECT just absolutely insane how amazing this was, you got the dynamics of an ot5 with feelings down perfectly and I believed everyone's, Harry's sexuality, the way Zayn loves Liam and Louis loves Harry and Niall and Liam love everyone, but it's OK because they all love each other, really, and just. SO GOOD. And hot, obviously. And funny! BUT SO GOOD. Loved this fic!!
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-06-09 04:02 am (UTC)
Ah thank you, I'm glad you found it funny and that it was believable! Ugh they DO all love each other, writing fic is just about how they make it sexy. Well, sexier. So glad you enjoyed, thank you for commenting! <3
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[User Picture]From: prettykitty_aya
2012-05-18 12:32 pm (UTC)
So. It turns out that I can read porn about Niall. Huh.



ALSO, THANK YOU.
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-05-21 07:52 pm (UTC)
ALL THE PORN ABOUT NIALL tbh. God, I don't know how he became my favorite but he did. /o\ Thank you for reading!
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[User Picture]From: loribeast
2012-05-18 02:35 pm (UTC)
this is made of all things perfect i swear. i love how needy and slutty niall is and how he kind of ties them all together by kissing them, and then how needy harry is to be fucked and everything and i love that it's a true ot5 fic, because there's so much ot5 fic that isn't really ot5 at all but this is (despite the little subtle pairing but there are bonds between them all if that makes sense) and it's flawless. it had it's sweet moments and it was humorous too, and i like how they were all like 'ok yeah sure we're a bit gay' and it was just great, and how they all just sort of fell into it one by one and i don't even know how to explain how perfect this was it just was.

and also happy birthday you are great.
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[User Picture]From: cyclogenesis
2012-06-09 04:04 am (UTC)
I was definitely aiming to sell all the individual bonds (at least as well as I could from a focused POV), so I'm super glad that worked for you! I really appreciate the thoughtful comment and the birthday wishes, thank you darling. ♥ ♥ ♥
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